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friendlyfaded · 2 years
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I’mma be honest if Vega appeared and stole me from my job I would like shake my head and wag my finger at him but then I’d spend an hour and forty-five minutes passionately making out with him
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kitten4sannie · 1 year
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Hear me out…san…dry humping 😧
i’m hearing you anonnie… also dry humping but in a pool 👀 bc of that instagram vid…
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ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴡɪᴍ
pairing: boyfriend! san x fem! reader feat. security guard! mingi
genre: smut
summary: you and your boyfriend sneak into the public pool late at night.
w.c: 1.7k
warnings: soft dom! san, sub! reader, pet names, praise, ddlg, kissing (it gets messy bc i said so), grinding/dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism, breeding kink
a/n: will the san pool video rot my brain like cowboy san did? only time will tell ✨
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Standing near the edge of the empty pool below your feet, you gazed into the still water, appreciating how the violet pool lights made it look like a portal to an otherworldly place.
“Do you think we’ll get caught?” San asked excitedly, mostly out of curiosity, standing near you, already pulling his plain t-shirt up to take it off.
“I sure hope so, especially if Mingi’s on security duty,” you replied playfully, taking off the oversized shirt that you borrowed from him ages ago, the cold night air sending a shiver down your spine. “I’d love for him to see me right when I’m cumming.”
“What was that?” San peeked at you through the neck hole of his shirt, half of his face still stuck inside the material.
“Nothing, baby.” You giggled at the sight of him, finding it cute how his upper body was almost too big for him to take his shirt off successfully. You gathered up some of the material and helped peel it off of him, setting it down on an empty chair afterwards.
"Thanks, love." He kicked his sweatpants off, leaving him in a small pair of black briefs and a simple silver chain necklace, only noticing the way you were staring at him when you just stood there adjusting your bra. "What's that look for, hm? Enjoying the view?"
Nodding unapologetically, you took a step closer to him, running your hands up his large, solid biceps, feeling them flex underneath your touch, slowly sliding your fingers around the back of his arms to appreciate his triceps as well. "Shit...if you get any bigger, you won't fit into any of your clothes."
San blew some air out of his nose, his lips curling into a small smile, his dimples present like every other time he was pleased. "You love it though, don't you, baby?"
"What do you think?" you questioned softly, pressing yourself against him and wrapping your arms around his neck, encouraging him to lift you up, your legs automatically hooking around his small waist.
Your boyfriend brought his lips to your cheek, leaving a gentle kiss on your cool skin, replying in a lower octave, “I think, yes.” He carefully walked around to the other side of the pool where the steps were and slowly made his way into the heated water, still holding you close to him. "Mm, the water's nice."
"Yeah, it is..." You let go of his neck and leaned your upper half back into the water, reaching your arms out horizontally so that you could float comfortably, gazing up at San who slowly waded across the pool, pulling you along with him.
"It'd probably feel nicer without your bra on, don't you think?" San suggested, eyeing the beads of liquid that slid down the middle of your chest and trickled along your abdomen.
You smirked a bit. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah," he nodded, with a mischievous glint in his warm brown eyes.
Reaching behind your back, you undid the clasp of your bra, tossing it, the damp material landing near one of the poolside chairs. "Mm, you were right, Sannie." You ran your hands up your body, grabbing at your tits, feeling your nipples harden almost painfully from making contact with the chilly night air and the warm water. "It feels really good."
"I bet it does." He sighed softly, his briefs growing just a little tighter, taking it upon himself to move his hands up along the sides of your waist, replacing your hands with his own, massaging your tits in circles. Hearing your small sounds of approval, he pulled at your nipples and tweaked them, flicking them a couple of times for good measure.
"Baby..." you murmured weakly, your clit already throbbing steadily in between your legs, feeling a familiar hardness pressing into you as well.
"What is it, angel?" He brought you to the side of the pool, so that you could rest your back against the smooth finishing of the pool wall. "You want more, don't you?"
You nodded your head, licking your lips. "Yes, please..."
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San had you pinned to the wall, holding you by the upper thighs and dragging you back and forth along his cock, having pulled it out through the convenient hole in his briefs quite a while ago. You could only let out very muffled whiny moans, due to how deep his tongue was inside your mouth, making you suck and lick at it so that you didn't choke, your collective spit dripping from the both of your chins, some of it trickling down your necks.
"Baby's getting so whiny," San sighed against your lips, licking up a string of saliva from your chin and swallowing it down. "Is it because I'm rubbing my cock on your pretty little pussy?"
"Uh-huh," you agreed, your fingers running up his chest to play with his chain, admiring how it sparkled from the light reflecting off of the pool. "Keep going, Daddy." That was all it took for San to speed up the movements of his hips, controlling yours with ease, his large hands pressing into them and feeling your hipbones underneath your skin, almost treating you like a doll for his own pleasure.
Hearing your moans starting to rise in pitch, he lowered his mouth to one of your tits, lapping at your nipple with enthusiasm, his dark eyes still focused on your flushed face. You pouted down at him, making a squeaking sound when he moved your nipple in between his teeth, still prodding at it with the tip of his tongue. "Aww, what's wrong, baby?"
"Nnnngh, want your cock."
"You can have my cock once you come like this," he replied calmly, reaching down with one hand underneath the water to move your panties off to the side, the tip of his cock continuously teasing your fluttering hole each time he moved you back and forth across it.
“Oh, shit...” You gripped his shoulders tightly, trying to lift your hips up so that he would end up sliding inside you, successfully doing so at one point, his cock fully sheathed inside your pulsing cunt. “Stay inside, Daddy." Leaning in close to press a few desperate kisses to his lips, you begged in a small, desperate voice, "Fuck me. Please, please, please, Daddy. I need it so bad.”
“God, I cant say no to you, baby…” Conflicted, San groaned deeply, wanting to continue teasing you, but was unable to resist the way your slick cunt was sucking him in and tightening around him like a vice he could never escape from. “If you’re going to be begging like that, then you need to take it nice and hard for me,” he sighed out against your lips, as he began pounding himself into you, sending you into a state of pure esctasy, the water near your bodies splashing around violently from how eager he was.
“Thank you, Daddy, thank you…!” you cried out, trying to cling onto San the best you could, your nails beginning to leave red streaks down his broad back, his hips slamming into yours so viciously you couldn’t even form a single coherent thought. You were so full of him, so full of his cock. All the teasing earlier didn't help a single bit either. You were ready to lose it. “Gonna…come…Gonna come for you…”
“Yeah? You’re gonna squirt for Daddy, huh? Gonna make a big mess all over my cock like a good little girl, aren’t you?” Hearing the gate near the entrance of the pool area swing open and close, he was distracted from the adorable sight of you nodding your head and drooling, noticing the youthful-looking security guard with dyed hair making his way across the concrete.
Squeezing your eyes shut tight, you cried and yelled for your Daddy, hugging him tightly against your wet, heated body, your lower half throbbing with such intensity you were seconds away from actually crying. Feeling San shuddering and grunting into your ear, you whispered breathlessly, “Come inside, Daddy…Fill me up…”
“I'm filling you up, don't worry. I'm breeding my baby like I always do,” he returned shakily, making direct eye contact with the security guard who stood a few feet away, a flashlight in hand and the other on his hip, his Adam’s apple bouncing inside his throat, staring intensely at your sweaty, joined bodies. San sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth, groaning heavily as he slowly pumped his load into your needy, pulsing hole, not stopping until he emptied it all inside you. "Yeah, that's it..."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you exhaled like a mantra, your irises disappearing behind your glossy eyelids, you thighs trembling around him.
San nodded in response, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, gazing at you, before smirking up at the other male who witnessed your joined pleasure for the nth time. "Anything for my baby. You know I'll always breed you like the good toy you are."
You licked your lips, your body and mind buzzing even more intensely from his choice of words. "You should do it again."
"Oh, yeah?" San chuckled darkly, running his palms along your soft skin, groping it as much as he could, enjoying the small sounds of approval you made from his touch. "Baby wants to drain all of Daddy's cum and take it for herself, huh?"
"Stop acting like I'm not standing right here!" Mingi barked, clicking his flashlight off and rubbing the back of his neck, a deep blush imprinted on his cheeks. “I thought I told you two to knock it off.”
You slowly turned your head to look up at the man, giving him a lazy smile, your eyes completely glazed over from the post-orgasm bliss. “Did you? We were in the jacuzzi last time though. So this doesn’t really count.”
San rested his head on your shoulder, nodding slightly, still trying to catch his breath after his intense workout. “She’s got a point.”
He raked his fingers through his short hair in a frustrated manner, torn between wanting to report the two of you and letting you continue your escapades so he could catch you again. “Ugh, whatever." Mingi hesitated for a few seconds, as though he were waiting for you both to go at it again, blinking at the sight of your sickly sweet smile, wondering if he should just watch the pool CCTV footage back and call it a day. "I guess I’ll see you guys next Saturday then. Later.” He shook his head, turning on his heels and heading back towards the gate, letting out a long sigh, figuring he would have to do something about the new problem that just arose inside his work pants.
When you turned your head back to look at San, you gave him a pout instead, feeling somewhat defeated. “How many more times do you think we’ll have to fuck out here before he joins us?”
San shrugged his shoulders, idly curling a few locks of your soaked hair around his ringed finger. “As many times as it takes, I guess.”
You let out a sigh of your own, tilting your head back to look at the constellations sitting inside the vast night sky. “Let’s just find out where his office is and fuck there, so he really takes the hint.”
San followed your lead, admiring the stars with you, a perverted smile plastered on his sweaty, flushed face. “Agreed.”
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enm-enthusiast · 1 year
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Expose the Author??? Plus other news
Hey everyone! I've been doing some thinking lately, and well I've decided to leave some of this up to my loyal readers.
First of all, the name of my new upcoming series is: Blue Rivers University: The Exhibitionists Club"! It follows a crossover series involving Professor Ethan from my recent short story and Thomas entering college. More news to follow but for now...
You seem to enjoy reading about Thomas getting stripped naked and aroused, well...how would you all like to see the author (namely, me) also be stripped and exposed fully naked for you all to see? I'm going to be more active on my twitter here at: @library_lord72. I'll be posting story updates on there regularly.
But the real news is this...if this post here reaches over 50 likes then I'll start posting nudes and other sexy vids/pics of myself on my Twitter for you all to enjoy. So it's up to all of you now! like and strip the author naked!
As a taste of what's to come...check out this sneak peek here: https://twitter.com/library_lord72/status/1647074975235416064?t=hzvNMVp6HilMlNah3dw8Og&s=19.
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bitwynn · 1 year
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I have never watched yugioh but ive gained enough knowledge from pop culture osmosis to bullshit something out so-- SAGAU but the reader is a huge Yugioh/trading card game nerd
Even though the skills theyve learned from playing Yugioh and other such TCGs dont precisely translate, their skills in building a deck is UNMATCHED. And their skill in execution of their deck is also insane.
I remember that when i was watching a Drawfee stream or vid or something, Karina, Drawfees resident anime and Yugioh expert kept talking about these builds and decks of cards that would instantly just one shot literally anyone and everyone and i can see it so much. I imagine that before they get isekaied into genshin, they play a lot of rounds of matches against the cpu and the characters all around but thanks to their deck building, everyone is just decimated to the point that the only time they ever co-op in genshin is to either visit friends, farm for materials, or play Genius
I also imagine that they make just-- these INSANE meme decks that SOMEHOW FUCKING WORK?? Like Pokemon deck where you constantly spawn summons like Oz, Gouba, the fUCKING WATER SHITS FROM OCEANID, and so on.
Ofc, they still play the main game but they have spent... a LITTLE too much time playing Genius.
Okay onto the SAGAU part.
Since the world of Teyvat doesn't take card games and the like as seriously as we do (i mean cmon-- theres been news of certain cards and decks being banned in Magic: The Gathering tournaments and Yugioh tournaments with tons of security for calming down raging dedicated card game players for both events), i feel like its gonna HIT THEM LIKE A BRICK how utterly outclassed they are when they play against them.
Because theyre expecting like "oh, the Overseer/Creator/(insert whatever you wanna call urself here) is inviting me to a simple game of cards! This shall be a pleasant and calm afternoon in the Cat's Tail with them!! :))" but then in reality, you just called them over to see how good the "ai" is and to increase the diversity of your cards so you can make more decks. Meaning, they proceed to systematically destroy each and every character, POSSIBLY EVEN with a deck personalized to beating that characters deck into the ground. Card game culture is different here and there AHAHA
God i imagine that, since apparently Cyno is the best player of TCG, after losing you might just get so many pings of Cyno wanting a rematch. Or like, as your reputation in the game circles grows, he might just sneak into Cat's Tail and sit in on one of your matches to see what hes dealing with. Let me tell you, he is going to be stunned and is probably trying to formulate his deck against whatever deck you had on hand that round. And then he peeks into Cat's Tail again and HAH lol, diff deck for diff person. And he just starts making another fUCKING DECK--
When yall finally face off, its literally just This scene. Cyno still loses by a landslide but you had to get a little serious there.
God when you finally get isekaied, have fun integrating our worlds card game culture into theirs AHAHA-- also Cyno Will Be Asking For Rematches Everyday. Have fun making cringey Yugioh and card game references with him AHAHA
I know jack shit abt Yugioh and i used to play some TCGs but that was a long time ago, so if youre actually much more well versed in the subject-- FEEL FREE TO TAKE MY IDEA AND RUN AHAHAHA
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fanhackers · 8 months
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Thinking Through Feels
One of the amazing perks of my job is that I often get to read, review, or blurb fan studies work in progress, so I can give you a sneak peek of books that are forthcoming. One of these is Jessica Hautsch’s Mind, Body, and Emotion in the Reception and Creation Practices of Fan Communities (Palgrave, August 2023; link goes to Googlebooks, which has a substantive excerpt available for perusal), which takes approaches to fandom derived from the disciplines of cognitive psychology and performance studies.  The book’s original title was Thinking Through Feels, which was more of an upfront declaration of the book’s interest in feelings and embodied emotions (keysmash!). Hautsch looks to the body as a place of thinking, making the feminist, performance-based case that emotion and analysis are not oppositional—certainly not in fandom! Her central idea is “critical closeness” (as opposed to our old friend, “critical distance”); she defines critical closeness as “a mode of reading and response that is deeply emotional, embodied, and communal." In this way, Hautsch’s work vibes with those strands of literary theory that are trying to develop new, more emotion-based theories of reading. But perhaps because of her interest in the body, Hautsch is not interested only in fic:  this book also has a refreshingly broad approach to fanworks, with chapters on GIFs, fancasting, and vids. 
Here’s a sample from the introductory/theoretical chapter, in which Hautsch lays out her arguments and contexts:
The bodily and emotional traces of fan reception can be tracked through the fanworks posted to sites like Tumblr, YouTube, and AO3. Fic, gif sets, and vids are not evidence of thinking, but acts of thinking. These fanworks form part of the cognitive system of fandom; when we read fic, look at gif sets, and watch vids, we are not just looking at examples of what other fans have thought, but are invited to participate in a dynamic exchange, encouraged to think with and through these fanworks. Thinking is not something that happens in the disembodied mind of the individual fan, but is an embodied, emotional, and communal act that emerges from fans’ interactions with media texts, technological interfaces, and fan collectives. By posting fanworks, by commenting on and reblogging them, fans form networks, create and engage with communities, and generate and shape the cultural environments in and through which they think. Research in the cognitive sciences—arguing that our minds are extended, embodied, and distributed—can help us to understand how fans construct communities of practice and rehearse critically close strategies for engaging with and responding to texts.
–Francesca Coppa, fanhackers volunteer
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dispatchwithlove · 9 months
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Chapter Sneak Peek  👀
Well, it’s taking me a bit longer than I’d like to get the next chapter of The Boy posted, so I thought I’d throw up a little sneak peek. Hope you enjoy 😊 Chapter 10: Sensory Gratification
The thought of taking Jane to Palaven put warmth in Garrus’s heart. He thought of riding there on a shuttle together, taking her out in a skycar to see the countryside, taking her to his family’s villa. 
“You’ll be fine in a little protective gear,” he told her. “And the courtyards and gardens at the country house have shielding, so you can walk around out there as much as you’d like.” 
Trip already half planned in his head, he added, “You’ll have to watch out for my cousin’s baby, though, he’s running around now, and at the nibbly stage.”
She laughed, and held up her hand, a human gesture of promise. “I’ll be sure to wear thick socks at all times.”
“Better make it thick leather boots.” 
Jane laughed, then her eyes landed on his mouth. “How sharp are your teeth?”
“Sharp enough to break skin.”
“Okay, but so are mine.”
“Sure, but my teeth would leave more of a mark on your skin, than your teeth on mine.”
Watching his mouth, she played at the center of her throat with her fingertips. “Not sure if that’s a warning, or you’re offering a good time.”
A sudden, large trill wedged in his throat. Any sort of reply was impossible, because words lodged just beneath the trill. She was in a very strange mood, had been all day, actually, considering how she acted at the range.  
Jane's eyes shot to the top of his head. “Can I touch your fringe?”
“My fringe?”
“You always touch my hair.” Her soft features took on a sharp angle of curiosity.  
“Sure,” he agreed, because that was a truth he couldn't deny. The idea that she’d want to touch him in a similar way never crossed his mind, though, maybe because he knew where his urge to get his hands on her came from, and it wasn’t friendly curiosity.  
She didn’t take it as an agreement, though, she took it as permission. She scooted even closer, until her thigh pressed to his, tucked her legs up under her for a boost, and her hands landed on the very top of his head, her little groping fingers sailing over the smooth planes. The trill in his throat broke free, surfacing as a too-deep ripple that made her smile. He cleared his throat, and smiled too, thankful that the ripple sounded somewhat normal, and not the whorey thunder that he expected.
As her steady fingers dipped in the ridges in between each plane he followed every single freckle across her nose and cheeks, from one golden fleck to the next. He anchored his hands to his thighs to keep from running his fingertip over them, just to know what they felt like. He guessed they’d burn against his skin, like stars.
“This… is more like running my fingers over your scalp,” he said.
“Mm.”
Her eyes looped over his mouth, his nose, his eyes, his fringe, his eyes again. Following their path left him reeling. Had she ever been so close?
“I only touch the...tips of your hair.”
She sat up on her knees and her hands shot to the tips of his fringe, her face pressing in even closer. The greens of her eyes more vibrant, the curve of her cheek softer, her eyelashes flicking with each blink and a murmuring purr started in his chest; there was no stopping it.
“Is it more sensitive here?”
“Well, no.”
Her eyes connected to his and he swore there were shooting stars in her green irises. It wasn’t the spot that felt so good, every soft touch of a finger to any arch or groove of his fringe seared him in a way he’d never experienced before. Maybe because it had been so long since he’d been touched, maybe because all that time in sensory isolation, he’d been imagining what this would feel like. Her skin. On his body.
Her smile turned sly. “Would you like to run your hands over my scalp?”
Spirits yes. He dug his hand into his thigh so he wouldn’t. In a vid once, a turian gripped his lover’s hair, strands bound in his knotted fist. Despite trying very hard to forget, that image had burned into the most feral part of Garrus’s brain.
“Does this feel good?” Jane asked. 
“Terrible,” he said on a hot breath, and she giggled.
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haetkeeper · 2 years
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this vid :( you’ve worked hard channie <\3 thank you for all that you do for us
Battery
idol!hc / fem reader
about 1.5k words idk tbh
tags — established relationship
smut — heavy petting, oral!male receiving, nipple play, handjob, blowjob, dirty language, cussing, slight pussy play.
much needed fluff — reader is caring for bf haechan <3
this is my first ever write on tumblr, and i’m pretty new, so i’m sorry if it’s similar to anyone else’s work here on tumblr! feel free to message me with requests or just anything to be honest! feedback is welcome, thank u :D
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you check your watch quickly, finding annoyance in how slowly the taxi driver is escorting you across the city.
it’s that time of year where both you and your boyfriend haechan grow busy with work schedules, hectically attempting to see one another at any less bustling moment.
though you’ve gotten the hang of things by now, this Spring will be your third one spent with the shining star that is lee haechan. and the two of you have grown quite skilled with spontaneous timing, whether it be for late night snack dates, or quickies in the changing room. you’ll always find time for one another, no matter how busy either of you are.
at the SM building you’ve arrived just in time to catch the tail end of dream’s dance practice. chenle’s voice carries down the hallway, and you smile at the energy it holds. he sounds excited, as does the choreographer, who instructs the dreamies to run through the bridge and chorus one last time.
you peek through the glass window, taking in seven figures who jump into action as soon as the song booms through the speakers. a staff member smiles at you and gently opens the door, waving you inside.
the choreographer shouts demands, and your eyes quickly find your boyfriend, who follows through with what his instructor asks—flawlessly at that.
his red and black hair flops around while his tan skin glows with a sweaty dew. body moving with precision, he hits each and every beat in powerful strides, showing off his beautiful pelvic line when he extends a leg out to the side.
the choreographer praises haechan loudly, before moving his attention elsewhere, and a grin sneaks it’s way onto your face. an ace is what he is.
though your expression of happiness is short-lived, when the music stops, and so does haechan. each of the dreamies hang their heads in exhaustion, haechan in specific hurling over to lean on his knees, obviously weak and even in the slightest bit of pain. your heart drops, and feet begin to move, practically on their own.
“hey,” you coo, grabbing onto haechans cheeks, damp with sweat and burning up into your skin. “hi.” his heavy eyes focus on your face and his lips curl into a half smile, the least he could muster while panting oh-so hard. “you did so well.” you praise.
you grab onto his toned arm and place it over your shoulder for support, “do you have a drink?” you glance around the room, rubbing his tummy through his t-shirt.
“my iced americano.” he points at the grande starbucks cup placed quaintly in front of the mirror. sighing loudly as if talking is even too much of a task for him now in his tired state.
you scoff out a laugh and shake your head in dissatisfaction. “can we get a water?” you call, and a female staff member quickly brings over a cold bottle.
it isn’t long before you’re in the car, and just a few minutes away from the dorms, nursing your depleted haechan of his cold water bottle, making sure every last drop of hydration can find its way into his system.
as soon as he walks through the door of the dorms, he carelessly drops his backpack to the floor and strips himself of his t-shirt, which also finds itself in the middle of the floor. you smile to yourself and pick up his things while trailing after him, thankful for the both of you to now be in his place of rest.
“how was schedules?” taeyong asks from the kitchen, watching a youtube video and preparing a meal. haechan mumbles an unintelligible response and you smile at the older member, ensuring him that it was fine.
flopping into bed, your boyfriend groans in ecstasy. “haechannie, you need a shower.” you laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed.
haechan shuffles on his stomach, looking at you from beneath his messy hair which is now all in his face “cuddle me.”
you stay in place. “that’s not the correct response you use when someone tells you you need to shower.”
“I don’t careeee,” he whines, rubbing your thigh with his nasty sweaty foot and extending an arm out to grasp your own, “I’ll wash the sheets.” he attempts to persuade you, successfully pulling you down to him with his slender hand.
you can’t help but give into him, his cute pouty lips pursed at you as he talks, and body gluing itself to you over the bedsheets. he’s cute when he’s tired, and even cuter when he’s whipped for you.
the room grows silent, the only sound to be heard is the air purifier he has in the corner. and it’s comfortable like this. the two of you feeling at peace in one another’s quiet presence.
“you really did well today.” you softly speak to him, just above a whisper, gently brushing some of the red and black hair out of his face. his eyes were shut, but flutter open at your words, and his boney hand rubs your waist where it’s contently been sat.
he really appreciates you in moments like these. he always does actually, at every moment. but now as you comfort him when he needs it the most, it’s like you’re recharging his battery. the side of haechan that fans don’t see, the side that is sometimes down and occasionally less extroverted, it needs maintenance.
both of you know this, and both of you know that you’re the only one who can do that maintenance for him. the perfect partner, his ideal type, exactly what he needs by his side to continue on in a career like this.
“you did so well actually, that I think you deserve to wind down after working that hard.”
his eyes sparkle in the soft bedroom light, and you watch as they scan your face, lingering over your lips for a few moments before he presses a kiss to them. it’s soft, but passionate, and you grip the back of his neck to deepen it, feeling a tiny squeeze on the burning skin that grips your waist.
your hand snakes down his bare chest, stopping at his right nipple to rub over it a couple times, back and forth, eliciting a sinful groan from his lips, right into your own.
down his tummy and over his sweatpants, his cock is quickly growing harder, twitching to life when your hand makes contact with it over the fabric. you rub him sensually, enjoying the way he softly whines in return.
into the sweatpants and over his boxers, haechan can no longer focus on making out with you, his mouth wide and eyebrows knitted together in pleasure. you bite down and tug on his bottom lip, pink and puffy, so wet with both salivas.
unable to take anymore teasing, he removes his hand from your waist and instead removes the clothing from his bottom half, now totally exposed beneath the blanket.
you kiss him once again, and he mumbles an ‘I love you’, before your hand returns to his now bare cock. he moans loudly, loud enough this time that you’re sure taeyong could hear it from outside or the room, and you snicker to yourself.
one would think your boyfriend is a show off, a moaning mess on purpose, someone who does it just to please their partner. and sometimes even you think this too, but no—haechan is really just this whiney for pleasure.
you thumb at the precum that resides on his tip, smearing the sticky liquid down his shaft. the soft skin so smooth inside of your fist, you pump him quickly, enjoying the way he cries out in response. his neck exposes itself to you when he hangs his head back over the pillow, and you suck softly over one of the moles on his throat, licking over it in adoration.
moving down to the mole in the middle of his chest, you show it the same attention, before descending lower down his honey colored torso, all while continuing a steady paced assault on his cock.
“so pretty.” you praise him, gently kissing at his navel, just above the faint amount of pubic hair he keeps there, trimmed and soft. you run your fingers through it, body now settled comfortably between his legs.
he whimpers at you from the north bedside, drooped eyelids attentive of your every move. “do you want my mouth baby?” you ask him, and he nods frantically. “please suck me angel.”
you hum at the pet name, now pumping his dick at a slow and sensual pace. “do you think you deserve it baby?” you ask a second question, though all he does is groan at your touch. “say you deserve it.”
a melodic pornstar moan leaves his lips, one so dirty you press your thighs together to conceal the pressure it builds in your panties. “I deserve it!” he pants out.
as soon as the words leave his mouth you lick a fat stripe up his shaft, following the thick vein that resides on it. swirling your tongue around his tip you relax your throat and take him in, his moans now so loud you’re sure taeyong is no longer within so much as three miles of this place.
up and down, you gag on his fat cock, absolutely flourishing in the way his precum tastes. you quickly find what gets him moaning loudest, focusing on those areas in the most skillful way you can.
“fuck angel you’re so good at that.” he reminds you, gaining a moan from you this time, the noise vibrating around his shaft.
his slender fingers curl themselves into your hair, pushing his cock further into your mouth and you further down until your nose is buried in the hair on his pelvis. groaning in ecstasy, his hips begin to move themselves, and you gag over him, letting him fuck your mouth as he pleases. after all; he deserves this.
“uh, baby, baby, I’m close.” he whines, and you hollow your cheeks as tightly as you can, sucking his cock inside and bobbing your head along with his ruthless movements.
“fuck yes!” he alerts you, before releasing his load down your throat. sticky white ropes shooting out of his pretty dick and onto your tongue. and like the dirty whore for him you are, you swallow them with pleasure.
hands still in your hair, haechan pulls you up to face level with himself again, kissing you with vigor, not caring about the taste of his own cum on your tongue. “I love you so much my angel, you’re so good to me.” he breathily moans out between kisses.
you smile into his lips and rub the valley of his chest, satisfied with your job-well-done, and relishing in his approval like a cat in the sunshine.
“now you’re really gonna have to wash the sheets.” you laugh, biting your lip and looking up at him from where you lie on his bare abdomen.
his eyebrows furrow and puffy lips purse together in confusion. “why? you swallowed the mess all up.”
“uhh,” you look back at where you were laying between his legs, a faint wet spot cascading over the blanket. made only by your wet pussy, leaking through your underwear and between your skirt where you were simultaneously humping the sheets while sucking him off.
haechans now soft cock twitches in excitement, “fuck that’s so sexy, come here.” he orders.
while he stays laid back over his pillow, he pulls you up to your knees, and straddles a single leg over his head. “what are you doing?” you giggle, lifting up your skirt to look down at him.
“i’m gonna repay my sexy girlfriend cause she’s so damn good to me,” he bites his lip and cups your pussy in his hand, using his thumb to circle your clit. nothing but your underwear standing between the two of you, “now sit on my face.” he smirks.
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https://youtu.be/DPnPzodoZIg
So this person has been interviewing Damien after Sword AF and such and watching the most recent one he uses a clip of Shayne from Damien’s exes vid saying “goodbye Damien” as the anime character and it was so out the blue use that I snorted my drink , also the interview gave us some sneak peeks and interesting facts about sword AF
Is it the same channel that has been interview him on every episode? It's super awesome for Damien to take time to talk after every episode tbh.
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WIP Wednesday
Oooh, it's still Wednesday in my time zone and I have been meaning to share something on WIP Wednesday for weeks. And then Wednesday somehow happens and I miss it because my brain is stuck in molasses from anxiety. But here I am! I thought I should obviously share one of my Witcher fic snippets but aaahhh 1) I don't know which one to excerpt!! and 2) I am terrible at sharing short snippets. How long should WIP snips be? I am so bad at sharing things these days. Should I share Leshkel and Ciri stuff? Yen struggling with her magic disability while teaching Ciri? Jaskier getting turned into a puppet? Ya'll want to hear some students try to sass Professor Pankratz? I have so many WIPs. So many words and ideas. But I don't only have fic wips right now. I have started my premiere project for my upcoming Blade vid for @findmeinthealps!! (HI ALPS ILU, I wish I had made this in time for festivids, ahah). I'm gonna have these vampires grooving to the beats of early 2000s boyband music in no time... I'm almost done clipping Blade Trinity. That movie is... quite a trip. I have must burned the memories of seeing it. I think I might have even seen it in theater. But I remember nothing from this film except that I nabbed some shots for Abby Whistler for my Action Heroines vid called Hook Shot. All the way back in 2011?? What the fuck is time... Anyway, a sneak peek of my vid WIP!! This is a screenshot of my Premiere project file featuring three Blade films and an mp3 of 98 Degrees' song "Give Me Just One Night (Una Noche)." This is where the sexy magic is gonna happen.
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Came here from your tiktok, super excited to see more of your small dnd homebrew!
THANK YOU!!
i was absolutely overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support on my silly guys,,, and since tumblr is my favorite social media you guys get some sneak peeks and sketches! (I TRUST MY PLAYERS NOT TO LOOK BELOW THE CUT. I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU, GNOME.)
ps to my tumblr following, if you don't know the vid they're talking about, here it is!
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Dar'Aliit: Chapter 7 - Something to Fight For (Sneak Peek)
20 BBY Indol
I grip the webbing, carefully this time. The LAAT/i settles and with a whir of engines Mer’en shouts at us.
“Go, go, go!”
We offload. My boots hit the ground and I’m running. There’s trees and foliage on every side. I fall in with Bevik and Shave. My HUD is telling me there’s thirty klicks to the city. More data pours in. Thank goodness for helmets, I’d be blind without this thing. More than blind, I’d be completely helpless.
Mer’en takes the lead and the LAAT/i’s vanish up into the air behind us.
Mer’en directs us behind a row of thick trunked purple trees which provide cover among the low lying blue foliage. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen outside a holo vid. The sky is clear. It seems too clear for a battle. Something feels off in my gut again.
Mer’en peeks around. He’s on my right. “There will be clankers around the city. Target and shoot anything that moves. The other two units should be converging soon.” He looks down. “Come in Ronto squad.”
“Reading you clearer than an HNE report.”
“89 squad?”
“In position.”
Mer’en nods. He points silently with two fingers. Sure, we can all hear each other on comms, thank goodness for the privacy of a sealed helmet, but the good old fashion military motions are a good fall back. I press up against the tree trunk and prepare myself.
Mer’en waves twice and we all make clear on the target. Hundreds of sand colored tinnies milling about. They’re dumber than rocks. They’ll never see us coming.
The order comes. “Go, go, go!”
We move. It’s a short slope from our position to the gate. I hit it and let my feet slip down and slide, my momentum sending me skidding to the bottom. Other troopers follow. Clouds of dust kick up around us, but I can see the red targets up ahead. I raise my blaster before I’ve even hit solid ground.
“Commander!” shouts one of the rusty B1’s. I take its head offwith two shots before it can finish the sentence. The rest turn.
The general was right, no tanks here, just droids, but there’s some big ones. SBD’s with their thick casing and inset heads glare us down from behind the lines of sand colored B1’s. All I see is scrap metal.
“Hey tinnies, I got a fun surprise for you!!” someone shouts over comms. I’m pretty sure it was Bevik. His quad cannon spits blue laser and mows down a row of them as he laughs. I echo his enthusiasm and charge in.
The first ranks go down like sitting womp rats. B1’s aren’t much against a couple of blaster bolts. They fire back. That’s all they know how to do, but kriff if they aren’t good at it. There’s screaming. I charge a droid and slam my blaster into its face. Metal shatters. The droid goes down twitching.
Aftermath was right. It feels way better to take out my frustrations on something. I grin.
“SBD’s!” It’s one of Ronto squad shouting.
I look back. A blaster bolt glances off my shoulder and I hiss, but the plastoid takes the real hit. Bevik mows down the big droid before I can, though, the quad cannon he opted for sitting heavy in his hands. I can feel his grin as he looks back at me.
“Gotta watch your back,” he says. “They think they’re sneaky.”
I run after him. Around me we’re slogging it out. I eject the vibroblade in my wrist and stab it through the spindly neck of a nearby droid. Mer’en jumps on one and decapitates it. Shave dismantles one with well placed shots. It’s almost surgical the way he takes them down. Droids can’t think like we can. The SBD’s alone put up a fight, exchanging fire with Bevik and the heavy gunner from Ronto squad.
“Break that line!” Mer’en yells at Bevik.
“You always said breaking things was my specialty, sir.” Bevik fills an SBD full of laser.
I dig my vibroblade into the photoreceptors of another droid. I wish these things would scream. I know they can.
The droids are dwindling. The B1’s are falling like dominos now. We have the upper hand.
“Pour everything you’ve got into it!” it’s the Captain from Ronto. He waves forward. I surge with the others, troopers and brothers on all sides as we shear into the last ranks. SBD’s turn. They fire like they’re blind. Bevik yells a couple of curses and hauls shebs to get out of the way of a strafing line of laser bolts. I duck and take a couple of potshots.
Someone lands a hit. One SBD gone up in smoke.
A grenade flies overhead. And with a muted whump I feel the explosion punch through my stomach as two more go up.
Without warning, it’s over. The world is quiet again.
Bevik hefts the still smoking canon. I lift my blaster, panting as I check my HUD for any further signs of enemies. Mer’en breaks through the groupd of other white armored bodies with Shave on his heels.
“Good work,” he says. “But there’s no time to celebrate. We need to get inside.”
It’s a silent nod. We might not have the force, but there’s a sixth sense. We’re all thinning the same thing.
Captain Addie from 89th squad walks to the gate. It’s old and looks like it should’ve kept out animals, not droids. There’s blast points all over it. Older droid casings lay close. These guys have been surviving a siege.
Rapping loudly against the gate, a small slit opens up and a familiar T-visor peers out. I hear surprise in the trooper’s voice.
“Reinforcements?”
“Yes,” Addie says. He points back to one of the squads. I look back. Each trooper on 89 squad carries a backpack of dets, and I can see one rocket launcher. “We brought the big guns too,” Addie assures the man. There’s active relief in the way the trooper's visor dips.
The slit snaps shut. With a groan, the gate begins to peel apart. It unlocks from the middle. I turn and train my blaster on the trees as we form a protective line between the vulnerable gate and anything beyond it.
“Go!” Addie ushers us inside as the gate cracks open. He alone remains, blaster trained to the last until the gate is shut again and we’re inside. I look around. Squat houses with blaster scorches on the outside lay all around. This place has to be some sort of backwater planet, but it’s important nonetheless.
I don’t see any civilians, though.
The trooper inside steps up. He salutes. “We’ve already gotten most of the citizens out. It’s just us.”
“General Kenobi is bringing further troops from the north. They’re going to flank the droids laying siege there, but we’re here to bolster your defenses in the meant time.” Captain Addie pulls off his helmet, indicating safety. He nods to the man, who also removed his. “Where’s your commanding officer.”
“Follow me.”
Bevik and Aftermath idle near me. “This is eerie,” Aftermath mutters.
“I could be watching Bolo Ball right now,” Bevik mutters.
Aftermath pats his head. “You get to shoot stuff, be happy.”
I look at Mer’en. “Sir, there’s not as many droids here as I thought. How come—”
Silence falls among us all. Mer’en gives me a look. Behind him and in the wake of the Captain walks an impressive man. A Trandoshan, no taller than General Kenobi, but his eyes a sharp yellow and blinking slowly as he approaches. The air around him is stifling.
“Kenobi sent backup,” he says and there’s a hint of relief. “I am General Nidor. I take it you are the 212th.”
“Half of Advance Company, sir,” the Captain says. “The other half will aid from the north.”
“I see.” General Nidor bows his head. Behind him is only a ragtag team of clones. Less than two squads worth of men wait, exhausted, but ready. The sight leaves a pit in my stomach.
“We’ve suffered massacre,” the General says cooly. He sounds unbothered by the loss. “The Separatists were prepared for us and they had the upper hand. With your help, though, I believe we can overwhelm them. It appears their flagship has pulled out in haste of believing we would be overcome. I am thankful for your help."
I look at Mer’en. He just nods. We’re here to help.
“Sir, we have troopers with rocket launchers ready to man the front gate. We brought extra dets to lay traps. Kenobi ordered us to move at 1600 and rendezvous with him and his troops to corner the separatists at the front gate.”
“Yes, we will move on their mark. Please get your men read. There are weapons in the homes. No civilians remain.”
“Yessir.” The Captain nods. He turns. “You heard him!”
Mer’en jerks his head toward us. We follow carefully and split away from the Jedi. Quiet, we pass the remainder of his troops. Those with helmets on look, for lack of a better word, exhausted. Those without helmets look right up bedraggled.
I can’t imagine how long they’ve had to survive this hell.
Mer’en leads us off to a home marked as a supply house. Durasteel plates from downed tanks and what looks like dead droids have been used to reinforce buildings into barricades. Inside, we’re given fresh ammo from what appears like a stockpile of ammo taken off the dead troopers. I don’t see any bodies, though.
We take our leave to sit on a porch of a house off to the left. Bevik and I take the floor. Aftermath leans on the railing.
“Think these people can ever come home?” he rubs his hand on the wooden railing.
“Doubtful,” Mer’en says. “After this, they probably won’t have homes to come back to.”
“Hm.” Shave sits on a box in a corner. “I’m sure some will. Others won’t.”
“You know, you think you’re doing a great thing sometimes, protecting the galaxy,” Aftermath sighs. “Do you think we could be the bad guys?”
A round of shaken heads. I refrain.
“It’s war that’s the problem,” Mer’en says plainly. “And the Separatists started the war.”
“Right,” mutters Aftermath. “But we’re gonna end it. Then everyone can go home.”
“Except us,” I say. “We don’t have a home.”
“Hey, there’s Kamino.”
“You really wanna live there?” I look up at him. Aftermath is silent for the first time.
“I’m going to buy a farm,” he says. “With all the money Bevik owes me after he loses our bet.”
Bevik elbows him in the shin. “I will not lose! I’ll buy a farm, when you lose.”
Mer’en chuckles. “I’ll buy you all farms if we survive this, alright?”
I raise my hand. Four helmets turn to me. “I don’t want a farm,” I say and look down remembering that old silly dream that suddenly doesn’t seem so silly anymore. “I just want a girlfriend.”
Aftermath slaps my hand hard as it’s still in the air. “Farms for everyone but Kian then! If we survive, we gotta get this man a girlfriend.”
“Yeah!” Bevik cheers. Shave shakes his head and sighs. It’s the sheer relief of being alive that somehow puts us all in a good mood. There’s a sort of despair in smiling, though. But we have to smile. To hope. To fight, for something, anything.
(Part 2 coming soon!)
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Sketchbook doodles 2016🌾🌿
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miggiisdumb · 3 years
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💜Masterlist 2💜
All content nsfw unless specified
Twitter nsfw acc: @miggiisdumb
First masterlist found here
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Puppy Love fic Masterlist
Remnants Of You fic Masterlist
explore the #cow/farm au tag for more shenanigans
Bakugou:
Bull Bakugou protects Cotton (fluff)
Breeder Bull Bakugou
Breeder bull Bakugou pt 2
Breeder Bull Bakugou catches runaway tiger hybrid
Bully Bakugou takes pictures of you
Spoiled Princess with Dragon Bakugou and Dragon Kirishima
Bull Bakugou puts Farmer Lua in a cattle head holder
Actual Bull Bakugou HCs (fluff)
Farmer Bakugou vs Rooster Bakugou
Bully Bakugou sits on your back
Not perfect but that’s okay
Goddess Reader and Hero Bakugou
Manticore Bakugou
Puppy Bakugou misbehaves
Pissy Puppy Bakugou
Jock Bully Bakugou makes you pee
Bowser Bakugou
Pro Hero Bakugou on an aphrodisiac quirk
Jock Bully Bakugou and vampire reader
Earth tribe princess staring at Barbarian Bakugou's tits chest
Some Barbarian Bakugou and Fairy Companion Headcanons (no smut)
Kirishima:
Chilling with Shark Kirishima (fluff)
Spoiled Princess with Dragon Bakugou and Dragon Kirishima
Kirishima watches puppy Bakugou fuck you
Midoriya:
Bull Midoriya feat Sem pt1, pt2, pt3
Cowboy Mirio and Cowboy Midoriya (fluff)
Cowboy Midoriya ties you down
Cowboy Midoriya’s Man Whore Tendencies
Being Cowboy Midoriya’s Favorite Heifer
Cowboy Midoriya spits in your mouth
Bunny Midoriya makes you pee
Other Characters:
Ghost Kaminari
Bull Aizawa and Bull Taishiro
Monster Tenants ge tired of waiting for you to choose
Farmer Iida interacting with Cotton (fluff)
Kicking Farmer Todoroki's milk bucket
Goat Sero and Farmer Mirio
Farmer Shiggy, Bull Dabi and Farmer Chisaki
Cows jumping Farmer Shiggy
Voyeur Farmer Iida
Satyr Shinsou
Yuuji and Sukuna’s moanable names
Sleepy fuck with farmer Sero
Getting fucked by a Ghost (who may or may not be named Basil)
Merman Shindou (no smut)
Jock Bully Sero
Vampire Natsuo eats you out
Anal with Jock Bully Sero
Jock Bully Kaminari
Bull Sanemi refusing to be milked
Big Bad wolf Sanemi and red riding hood reader
Bull Sanemi worried about getting his calf taken away
Big thots for Mirio, Bakugou, Sanemi and Tanjirou
Puppy reader and Wolf Sanemi
Breeder puppies Katsuki and Sanemi
Jock Yuuji
A few mha fitness trainers
alpha fitness Mirio
💜Art💜:
Incubus Dabi
Actual Bull Bakugou feat. cow Cotton
Cowboy Midoriya
Sneak peek of Cowboy Midoriya’s booty
Bf. Bakugou visits the bar you work at vid
Full pic of bf Bakugou visits the bar you work at (with a complimentary drabble)
Big stinky Chimera Bakugou (he’s very handsome I’m just mean)
Hanse and Jun (OCs)
Bowser!Bakugou
Princess Ivy (and more looks)
Princess Ivy and Bowser!Bakugou
Princess Ivy and Bowser!Bakugou but make it spicy
Miggi and Bowser Bakugou
Barbarian Bakugou
Bakugou gives a "helping hand"
Pro hero Bakugou tweet
Wips
Fairy Sunny ft Barbarian Bakugou
Traveler Barbarian Bakugou and his fairy companion
Barbarian Bakugou and fairy Sunny
A message from Fitness Mirio
Fairy Mistique
Fairy Sunny and Fairy Mystique
💜Your bbys Art💜
(Currently making the cow/farm au list with all submitted ocs)
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Looking for a Place to Happen 2
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity, some violence and threats
This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.
Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely
Note: Here’s chapter two. Think I’ll probably slow down writing. Appreciate y’all.
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
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Chapter 2: I follow every little whiff
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You gave yourself a day off that week. Rather, the desolation of Birch allowed you an excuse to get away from your desk. An internet outage across the town had you up and wandering the main road just after noon. Your grandmother refused to join you so she was left to her true crime novel and the weekday droning of talk show hosts.
After a peek in the book shop where you picked out some used thrillers for your nan and a guilty splurge on one of Babs' pies to add to the surprise, you stopped by the diner and had some soup to warm up from the unrelenting cold. You played around on your phone as you blindly slurped from your spoon. With no available connection, you swapped candies to achieve a score high enough to get to the next round.
After another loss, you put your screen down and added some pepper to the tomato soup. You leaned your chin in your hand and peered across the road. The Asp was just diagonal from The Chipped Saucer and from your seat by the window you could see the comings and goings of the dingy bar.
You chuckled to yourself as you remembered the hundreds of comments on your video. You weren't entirely surprised that the internet cheered at the sight of a woman beating up a man in broad daylight, you'd seen much worse on the web. But many were curious and asked about how it started and about the small town alluded to in the caption.
You picked up your phone and flipped open the camera. You pointed it through the glass as one of the many bikers strutted out of the bar and down the street. You knew him, like most in town, he was the leader's right hand man. Steve Rogers. He had an odd gait, rigid with long strides, and you remember Kelly used to make fun of him when you walked home from school. That felt like forever ago.
You ended the video and dropped your phone again. You'd send it to Kelly when the outage was over. It would be a good laugh. Plus, you hadn't heard from her much since she moved to the city.
You finished your soup and paid. You went out into the street and cut around to the backstreets. You made your way back to your nans and found Pippin scratching at the front door. You stopped and scooped him up before you let yourself in.
"Don't like the snow, do ya?" You set him down and he whipped his tail before skittering off, "hey nan, I got you some stuff."
"You spend too much," she grumbled as you hung your coat and grabbed her treats.
"Only on you," you sang as you entered the front room, "sugarless blueberry pie, your fave, and some books about murder and all that freaky stuff you love."
"Hmm," she watched you put the pie and books down on the coffee table, "suppose the pie will go good with tea."
"Ah, and I suppose I'll be making that tea?" You returned.
"My arthritis…" she pouted but her grin came through.
"Yeah, yeah," you snickered as you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle, "we going black today or something lighter?"
"Put on some of the pekoe," she called back, "make a whole pot."
"Will do, ma'am," you trilled and basked in her annoyed mutter.
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When the internet came back, you sent of an email to inform the agency of the interruption and promised to meet your deadlines. Then you puttered around and added a caption to the video before you sent it off to Kelly; 'why he walk like that tho'. She sent a series of crying emojis back and told you to post it.
'Nah, it's a dumb joke.' You typed back.
'Saw ur last vid, ppl will eat it up,' she insisted.
'Well, got nothing else to put up. The account’s dying since no one cares about my writing.'
'DO IT.' Her words sealed your resolve and you uploaded the video with some dramatic music in the background.
The response was almost instantaneous. Several comments saying they were happy to see more and others being for another video. 'We all wanna see inside this fucked up town' one added and several latched on. Ignoring the questions of where this was, you gave a thin promise of future small town thug content. 
You turned back to your work email and opened up your draft for your next gig. You couldn't help but smile as you went over your work. You might have just found your niche.
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You knew your nan would lose it if she knew you were snooping around the club, so you didn’t tell her. You went down, made her breakfast, went back upstairs to do your work, then tiptoed out in the late afternoon to poke around town for something to upload. Birch was so dull when you lived there but to those outside, it was a novelty you were all too eager to provide.
You got more videos of the bikers; some revving their bikes, others arguing, but there was nothing overly usable. You were getting bored of it until the man himself walked out of the bar. You record the man’s glower expression as he marched down the sidewalk and turned off just down the way.
‘His name is Bucket… wtf?!’ you keyed in and snorted as you waited for it to load to your account.
Still, there was nothing special going on, like always in Birch, and your grandmother was bound to get suspicious if you kept sneaking around. You went back and hid your phone before she could bitch about it. You cooked her dinner and sat with her as your thoughts swung between work and your TikTok.
You went to bed but couldn’t sleep. You ended up watching YouTube on your phone as the windows shook with the night winds. It wasn’t until the darkness began to glow that you were roused from the cocoon of your comforter. You looked out and saw smoke coming from the main road.
You didn’t think before you pulled on your jeans and shoved your feet into your slipper, unconcerned about them soaking through as you barreled down the stairs, the sleeves of your hoodie only half on. The back door bounced behind you and you crunched down into the snow and clamored past the row of lifeless houses. 
You were out of breath as you got to the end of the path and rounded the diner to gape over at the burning garage. You got closer as the line of bikers stood in their leather with breath puffing before them in the frigid night. You stepped back into the shadow of the brick façade of the realty office and swiped your camera open.
Your hands shook and you struggled to steady the image on the screen as the mechanic woman raged in only her tee shirt. You didn’t quite understand what was going on; only that her garage was up in smoke and then men were doing nothing to smother it. She swung at the dark haired man and spat at several others; “cowards”... “fuck all of you!”
You gulped and held your breath as she was dragged away by the large redheaded henchman of the slender outsider. She fought for a moment before she was flung over his shoulder and the biker followed their leader back to The Asp. You sidled in between the building and hid until the voices faded into the wind.
Well, that would be a hell of a video. It might even go viral.
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Your phone did not stop. You almost felt bad as you saw the screen limn the edges of your cell as you left it face down on the little table beside the couch. Your nan sat in her rocking chair talking away on her corded phone to Linette from down the road. You suspected that every other person in town was gossiping about the same thing; the fire.
You finished your coffee and rubbed your eyes as you checked the time and ignored the pulsing notifications. It was too much to keep up with.
Your grandmother hung up and sighed, “can’t believe it. You hear?”
“Hear what?” you pretended ignorance.
“That old garage burned down. The one with the lady,” she said, “pity. When I was a girl, that place was a salon. Ma used to take us there to get our hair cut. The barber would give us wrapped candies and pretend to cut himself with his scissors.”
“Oh? It burned down?” you weren’t sure you were very convincing but you also could just say you saw it happen.
“Yep, no one really can say. You know, maybe she was welding or some rag caught, but I bet my money on those bikers,” she sneered.
“Good thing you’re poor,” you kidded, “and why the bikers?”
“Oh, well, you know Kimmy, Linette’s girl, works down at the diner and she saw that mechanic arguing with one of those strangers, the ones dealing with the club men. Well, it’s no coincidence that trouble follows those leather jackets around,” she rocked as she nodded knowingly, “oh, one of the boys I knew back in the day, he was found burnt up with his bike. They said the tank blew… well, I saw it and that tank was pristine.”
“Nan,” you gasped, “you… Jesus.”
“Well, things don’t change in Birch, we just get older,” she continued, “when you’re young, everything seems new but then you age and it’s all just the same.”
“Wow, how… inspiring,” you said dryly.
“Girlie, you gotta be careful,” she intoned, “that fire, that’s a lesson to all the women in this town. To everyone. You don’t cross the Commandos.”
“I don’t think anyone--”
“That’s another thing, there has never been a shortage of stupid people, not now not then,” she girded, “those women who get tied up in that club, their lives are already done.”
You frowned and hid your phone in your pocket as you stood. You rubbed your neck and picked up your empty mug, “I should get started.”
“Mmm,” she said as she dialed the phone again, “I wonder if Fran knows yet.” 
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You were being really fucking stupid but peer pressure was not a logical thing. Even through a screen, you found it hard to resist the goads. So there you were, your phone in your hand as you live-streamed your walk down to The Asp. The data costs alone would make you regret it but you were caught up in the hype of you fifteen second of internet fame.
“Alright,” you stopped across the street and gave a view of the moniker with Cleopatra sultrily looking down at you, “this is it… I just gotta play it cool…” you turned the lens towards you and smiled nervously, “hopefully that dude at the front doesn’t stop me.”
Comments flicked up the bottom of the screen so fast and smilies and hearts floated up the side around your face. You crossed the screen as you turned your phone against your coat and approached the bar door. The large biker butted out his smoke and you bared your teeth nervously. He didn’t stop you as he rolled his shoulders and coughed.
You entered to the noise of classic rock and low voices, the clink of glasses and tap of chalk on marble. You glanced around and quickly swept your phone around to give a view of the patrons. You hurried over to the bar and climbed up on a stool.
“You need a drink?” the woman behind the bar scowled. She looked worn out even with her lips painted bright pink and her eyes clouded with blue shadow.
“Uh, sure, can I… can I get one pint of everything you have on tap?” you asked as you set your phone down and shrugged out of your coat. You draped it over the next stool and reposition your phone as you flipped the cam and used the built in stand on the case to angle yourself onto the screen.
“Sure,” she narrowed her eyes and glanced past you.
You swung your feet as you waited for her to pour the five pints; some with too much foam and the others with no head at all. You took the first and held it up for the camera.
“A classic, BudLight,” you held it up to the light, “no head and…” you sipped, “flat.” You plunked it down and coughed as you grabbed the next, “this is a raddler?” you looked at the tap for confirmation, “grapefruit… smells like piss…” you had a sip, “tastes like it too.”
You chuckled to yourself and asked for a water. You made a show of swishing it around in your mouth before you moved onto the third beer.
“Had to cleanse the palate,” you joked, “now… lots of foam on this one, dark. You know, I’m pretty surprised they have Guinness here but let’s see…” you tasted it and crinkled your nose, “that’s it. Exactly like toilet water!”
You read some of the comments telling you to check the bottles for bugs and laughed. Suddenly you were yanked off the stool by the back of your shirt and your phone was swiped up by another man as the first restrained you. You struggled against his thick arm as it hooked around your neck and the leader of their crew stared at the screen of your cell.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled as he hit the screen with his thumb but the stream kept going. He dropped the phone to the floor and stomped it instead.
“This is the bitch posting about us online,” the man at your back growled. It was Steve, the one with the weird walk.
“I doubt either of you know how to use a computer,” you scoffed, “hey, let me go.”
“And why would we do that when you’re snitching to the whole world, sweetheart?” Bucky kicked your phone away as he crossed his arms.
“Actually, I’m--” you grasped Steve’s arm as it threatened to get tighter, “--promoting your trash business. I was just having a tasting, if you had just asked--”
“Shut up!” Bucky stepped closer and brought your legs up and stopped him as you planted your feet against his stomach.
“Hey,” a woman’s voice came from behind the bar as the waitress shoved aside her empty tray, “hey, she’s just a kid.”
“Bullshit,” Bucky huffed, “she looks full-grown to me.”
“So what are you gonna do?” she said, “she’s young. You can’t--”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do,” he snapped.
“She’s right,” another voice intoned and that man, Sam, came up beside them with a pool cue in hand, “she’s just goofing around.”
“She’s a rat,” Steve insisted.
“You’re being dramatic. It’s called a meme and you do walk a little strange,” he chuckled, “no one’s gonna follow her breadcrumbs back to this shithole anyway.”
Bucky considered Sam and then looked at Steve. He poked his cheek with his tongue and sucked his teeth.
“So… you vouching for her?” Bucky asked.
“She won’t cause any more trouble, promise,” Sam said, “I’ll make sure of it.”
“You better,” Bucky snapped his fingers and you were released, “get her out of here.” 
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space-b33 · 3 years
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Masterlist (Art & Fics) [Updated 10-07-22]
< FanFictions from other people inspired by my posts are mentioned below the respective links! Bc they deserve attention and they’re great reads :) >
The Bad Batch ART: 
Hunter and Oc Purple Glow Tatts! (Commission sneak peek, slight nsfw) 2022
Crosshair and Wrecker, Kat playing with Lula (Commission) 2022
Crosshair Powers!AU Glowyy (Slight nsfw) 2022
Hunter Powers!AU (WIP) 2022
Hunter Dump: Mermaid, Ramen Packet, Short-Shorts with a Wrecker and Cross Cameo (WIP) 2022
Hunter w/ramen packet (sneak peek/ incomplete) 2022
Older!Omega Concept art and Expression Sheet 2022
Echo Smiling! (Sketch) 2022
Y/N @ Crosshair “Why do you think they’re interested, huh?!” (Animatic/Clip) 2022
“Round two?” Hunter (Commission) 2022
Blushing Tech (Commission) 2022
Sketch Dump (Hunter in Corset, Back View of Hunter in Boxers, Hunter and Crosshair with scruff, looking at you judgingly) 2021
Bust of Blind Bby Tech and Big Boi Tech (Sketch) 2021
Older Hunter and Omega Walking Together (Sketch Incomplete) 2021 
Tech in Pink Boxer Briefs 2021
Hunter wearing Omega’s backpack and Pointing Blaster (WIP) 2021
- speed draw for it
Hunter in Pink Boxer Briefs 2021
Crosshair & Kat Pt1 2021
- Inspired fic from Moonstrider9904!
-Inspired fic from Mintywriteswritings!
- Inspired fic from f0rever15elf! 
Shirtless Wrecker & Crosshair in Sweats 2021
Hunter “Making Me Blush” 2021
Hunter holding Crosshair in Rain (SAD) 2021
Hunter Smoking a Ciggy (Sketch incomplete) 2021
Hunter WIG Theory 2021
Tech Scaring Omega with his Owl Eyes (memepost) 2021
Crosshair Bust Flipping You Off 2021
Wrecker & Echo hug. Smiling bois.  2021
Shirtless Tech (sketch memepost) 2021
Howzer Lip Bite (sketch memepost) 2021
Goggleless Tech 2021
Echo crying w/Force Ghost Fives 2021
Tech Head Scratches 2021
SpaceHooters Thread (sketch memepost) 2021
The Bad Batch FICS: 
This Is Happening (F!Reader): Prelude 
TCW/Other StarWars Characters ART: 
Echo in a Crop Top! (Commission) 2022
Rex and Hunter Horns&Harnesses! 2022
Shirtless Fives Friday! (Commission) 2022
Ahsoka Portrait w/ force lightening 2022 
Fives with Mullet and in short shorts 2021
Clone with Gecko Haircut (doodle memepost) 2021
How I draw Clone Faces (as of for now) 2021
Wolffe and Fox sleeping (and they have animal ears) ((sketch)) 2021
Wolffe handing Fox a kaf 2021
Little!Ahsoka on Rex’s Shoulders 2021
Suu Lawquane Bust 2021
Baby! Keeli, Rex, & Howzer in Animal Onesies 2021
Captain Keeli holding Blaster 2021
Shirtless Howzer & Rex in Sweats 2021
- speed draw for it
Hardcase Trying on Reader’s Bra (memepost) 2021
Bodhi Rook Shirtless Chillin on The Couch (Trade) - 2021
Ahsoka in Roller-skates (sketch incomplete) 2021
Rex hugging Oc (Commission) 2022: 
Maul w/Oc (Commission) 2022: 
Rex vs Oc (Commission) 2022: 
Daily Doodle! (Kind of): 
#1: Cody w/capri sun 2022
#2: Mullet Fives wearing hoodie 2022
#3: Mullet Fives and Echo 2022
#4: Crosshair w/Kat on his shoulders 2022
Personal/Gifts/Other Stuffs ART:
Avatar Jake and Neytiri (Sketch) 2022
Art Progress Vid 2013-2022 
Drew my friend in Mando gear! 2021
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thiserichann · 3 years
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cookies and cream - lee jeno
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reader x jeno
genre: smut, strangers to fuck buddies, humor if you squint hard enough
word count: 4k-ish
warnings: recklessness (she met with a stranger online, don’t do it kids) excessive lying, 18+ scenes that includes: oral (f receiving) face riding, soft dom!jeno?
This is merely a work of fiction and is not meant to hurt the image of Jeno and NCT. Again, don’t be as reckless as OP. This was just a fantasy of mine that I’ve been dying to get out of my system.
Holy fuck.
That's the only word that you've managed to utter when you decided to check your messages that morning.
You got bored in the middle of the class and decided to sneak a peek on your phone to pass the time. The class is recorded anyways so you can always just go back to the parts of the lessons that you've missed.
But holy fuck.
You never expected to see THAT so early in the morning.
"Miss Y/N?"
You snapped back to reality and stopped malfunctioning for a second when somebody called your name. Everyone including your professor remained quiet and all eyes are on you.
"Oh. Sir what’s the question again?"
You answered nervously as you tried to review your notes and backtrack on what he is discussing a few moments ago.
"I see that you're distracted in the middle of my class again. Mind sharing what you're occupied with?"
"Uhm. I was watching KPOP fancams, sir."
"Fancams won't get you into law school, Miss Y/N. Phones off please."
You tucked your phone back to your pocket and never picked it up again since. The professor started blabbering again but no information is being retained on your head. It stayed that way at your other classes.
You wished you were looking at some KPOP fancams earlier. You’ve watched fancams at class before and got away with it unscathed.
Oh no. It was a goddamn dick pic.
A good one, too.
It was from a guy that you met in a kink site a few days ago. You created the account out of boredom and expected nothing to come out from it. It’s all the flirting and sexting without all the unnecessary commitment
It only took you a few minutes to set up an account. For some privacy, you made a random birthdate and a random nickname, because like hell would you share your real information to these people. You also picked a racy picture of a lady that looked a bit like you and passed it off as your own.
Within minutes, your inbox is flooded with messages. Most of them, however, are from men who are old enough to be your father.
Well, you were bored, so you entertained everyone and then went on back to your boring, vanilla life. A few political history and theory books later, you went back to see which ones messaged you on the site.
And that's where you've met him.
The most gorgeous piece of meat alive.
He seems like a nice guy. He introduced himself as LJ and your age aren’t that far off from each other. LJ is the only one who actually engaged in conversation besides "want to fuck?" or "are you horny?"
As soon as you started messaging back and forth, you scrolled on his profile to see what he looks like. The only thing is, his profile looked a whole lot like those high fashion male underwear photoshoots.
It was an array topless pictures (presumably his, you just can’t be bothered to check if it is actually his). It featured his sculpted abs and biceps, cropped up all the way to his full lips. Despite not seeing his whole face, you knew very well that he’s a hunk. To say you were intrigued is an understatement.
Since then, you've been talking back and forth through Snapchat (your secret one because you're not stupid) and sent him actual pictures of yourself, completely omitting the face. You took one from your bed, your bathtub, and probably every part of your house that you felt is sexy enough to be included on the pics.
You can't tell him if it's him or the repressed sexual urges finally manifesting itself after more than a year of not getting laid, but every text to and from him made your heart race. It was something that you looked forward to every hour everyday.
Hours went by that you totally forgot leaving him on read. You climbed up to your bed to rest your back to the headboard and opened your unread messages.
You: Hey svlr. School stuff.
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  He opened the chat and started typing right away.
  LJ: Oh good. I thought I did something wrong to upset you.
You: Not at all. I loved the pic by the way. It literally knocked my socks off.
LJ: Just the socks?
You: You can take the rest of it off yourself ;)
You scoffed. The flirty banter has always been there ever since you started talking but nothing really came out of it.
LJ: If only I could :(
You: I know. Covid’s a bitch.
You set your phone aside for a second to go to the bathroom. On your way, you picked up some snacks at the fridge and sat back down to your bed, only to find your phone blowing up.
LJ: If you're down maybe we could meet
LJ: It's totally fine if you don't want to
LJ: I just made it weird, didn't I?
LJ: I'm so sorry I brought it up in the first place
LJ: I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable
LJ: Hello?
LJ: I'm really sorry
You: Chill. I'm right here
You: I just went to the bathroom
LJ: Oh
You: I'd be lying if I said I don't want to meet you as well
You: Well... I wouldn't write off the idea
You: But with the Covid
LJ: Thoughts?
You: I don't think it's a great idea
The screen says Seen right at the bottom but it took him a couple more minutes before finally replying.
LJ: I understand
LJ: But in case you change your mind, I'll leave the time and place up to you
LJ: I’ll take care of the rest
LJ: Deal?
You: I'll sleep on it.
You: Speaking of sleep, I gotta go. Morning class.
LJ: Okay. I guess this is good night then
You didn't, in fact, talk to him the day after.
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You'd be lying if you said that you didn't want to see him and his abs in real life. But as someone who overthinks a lot, you just can't shake off the risk.
You: Good night. Talk to you tomorrow.
What if he's not really the guy in the pics? Or he’s psycho in real life? What if he's infected the virus?
You sighed.
Why must some global pandemic ruin your sex life?
You waited until the end of the day before you finally replied to LJ. The last thing that he texted was a brief good morning from earlier in the day and nothing else. He’s actually a pretty sweet guy, totally not worth ghosting, and you actually liked talking to him as a friend that you can share your sentiments with.
With your guilt finally eating you up, you took a break from your assigned readings and sat back at your bed to rest for the day. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a minute, thinking of something to say to him. It took you a few tries before finally hitting the send button.
You: So, I thought about it
LJ: And?
You: I need to know I can trust you
LJ: Okay. How?
You: I don’t know. Send me a proof that you’re real. Get tested?
You: Is that fine with you?
Within a split second, he sent his reply.
He actually did it.
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You couldn’t believe it but he actually did it.
LJ: Consider it done.
He got tested for physical, including the virus test, and passed with flying colors. He even sent you a vid of him inside a medical clinic.
He just sent the uncensored results this morning where you can clearly see his real name.
Lee Jeno.
LJ.
Seems legit.
Well, the uncreative nickname shouldn’t matter now because the results meant only one thing.
You’re gonna have to push through with your promise.
You got ready around noon that day. You can’t remember the last time that you actually got ready to meet someone that’s not a delivery guy or a relative passing on something to your family.
As someone who overthinks a lot, you actually got everything covered. You picked a place near a restaurant to eat. The police station is just a few blocks away just in case something happens, and right in front of a library…
“Where’re are you off to?”
You raised your backpack to show to your mother.
“I’m off to the library. I needed to get these renewed. Maybe pick up a novel or two.”
She looks at you from head to toe, eyeing that incredibly loose hoodie, faded denim jeans, some worn out sneakers that looked like it’s supposed to be thrown away years ago and a medical mask that covers about ¾ of your bare face. It’s just your usual attire whenever you go out for errands.
She just nodded and went back to watching her favorite soap opera.
“It’s nice that you’re out of your room for once. Take some cookies from the kitchen so you’ll have something to eat in case you get hungry.”
… as an alibi to get away from your strict parents.
As soon as you left the door and made sure that you’re out of sight, you found the nearest public toilet and grabbed a whole other outfit from your backpack. The hoodie is replaced by a white, ruffled see-through blouse and you ditched the jeans for a tight skirt that’s at least four inches above your knees. You tousled your hair a little bit and put on some powder and tiny hint of lipstick before putting your facemask back on again.
It’s been a while since you’ve done an elaborate scheme like this. Your skills got a little bit rusty, but they always work.
Sometimes you wonder if you’re really meant to be lawyer or a criminal instead.
You stepped out of the toilet and blended right back into society.
Now all you have to do is find wherever the hell LJ is.
Jeno sat anxiously as he waited for you right inside the café. He’s on his fourth cup of coffee but it didn’t do anything to calm his nerves down (geez I wonder why).
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You: I’m almost at the café.
He’s been staring at his phone the whole time. Once he received your message, which is a pic of you in the bathroom after the outfit change, he almost choked on his drink.
This message sent him on a panic as he turned his camera on to see how he looked. He did some minor adjustments to his hair and he wiped off his eyeglasses clean with the sleeves of his hoodie (which did nothing for him by the way) and then casually sat down and played it off cool like he hasn’t been waiting for you for over an hour.
On your perspective, you walked inside the café and looked around for LJ. Fortunately, there was only guy inside the café, twiddling with his phone on his hands and as he kept on peeking through the glass windows as if he’s looking for someone.
From afar, he actually looked really cute. His appearance, a shy, nerdy dude with glasses, looked way off from the fuckboy image that you expected him to have in reference to the messages that you’ve been getting from him.
It’s always the quiet ones that are kinky. You should know, you are one.
You walked over to his table and tapped his shoulders to get his attention.
He froze for a moment before he finally managed to turn around and face you.
“You’re actually here.”
“I know. I’m just as surprised as you are.”
tap tap tap tap
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The room is so quiet that the only thing you can hear is the sound of your heels tapping against the tiled floor. You can say that that is one of your observable annoying habits tapping your foot on the floor when you're a nervous wreck.
Sighing in retaliation, you removed your hoodie, fanning yourself as you tried to relax and get comfy on the hotel couch (which should be comfortable enough since you paid a shit ton of money on that room), switching the TV on to get your mind off of things. The lackluster array of shitty sitcoms didn’t distract you at all, but it instead reminded you of the reasons why you’re in that room in the first place.
Having nothing to do to pass the time, you paced back and forth in the room, finally sitting down once you realized that it looks way worse than you just tapping your foot. You folded your arms right across your chest, looking at the watch from time to time but the hands of the clock seem to be moving slower the more you stare at it.
Quarantine started almost a year ago and it's been very hard for you. Sexually. It's been almost a year since you've been touched by a man and you’re more than ready to jump on anyone’s dick at any this point,
Too bad that that dick is taking his sweet time in the bathroom.
tap tap tap tap
Your foot found its rhythm once again, only this time, you’re not nervous anymore. Your patience is wearing thin.
As if summoned by the constant tapping, the guy comes out of the bathroom, just casually drying himself while wearing nothing but the towel dangerously hanging on his waist and a boyish smile on his lips.
No biggie.
"Hey."
Suddenly, you’re not tapping anymore.
Head empty, just thoughts of a hot guy patting down a towel all over his toned body.
“I hope I didn’t make you wait for too long.”
He spoke, tossing aside the towel on his hands on the sofa, finally giving you a full view of him and all his glory.
You must admit, you’re skeptical at first. The guy that’s been sending you faceless thirst traps just days ago, telling you how he’d fuck you senseless looked a lot different from the guy who entered the hotel room just a moment ago.
He came in wearing those black oversized hoodies that did a great job in hiding his best features. His hair was a bit long for your taste, covering half of his face while the face mask hid the other.
But this man right here in front you, he’s Adonis.
You unconsciously bit your lower lip, earning a chuckle from the guy.
“I’m guessing that you’d like to start now?”
You nodded, the tension and awkwardness rendering you unable to speak.
He smiles as he takes the remote from you, turning off the television because the main show is about to start.
You started to tense up again, eyes wide as you realized that he’s now right beside you, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he sat down. He leans over, soft lips coming into contact with your exposed neck and shoulders, landing small pecks all over.
You sat there breathless as he slowly ran his fingers to the side of your thighs, tracing circles at it while giving small, reassuring kisses on your neck and shoulders. It’s as if he’s asking you for your consent, waiting for you to open up to him before he makes a move.
He got his answer when you turned around to face him, running your fingers into his cheeks before cupping his face, your lips finally touching his. He moved in the same pace as earlier, slow and calculating. You got a bit impatient once again, biting his lower lips gently to let him know that he can do more.
He grabbed you by the waist and successfully placed you on top of him. The kiss got even more sloppy as you ran your hands through nape, then into his soft locks. His hands travelled once again, finger running through legs again, stopping as soon as he reached the hem of your skirt, flipping it up to reveal the thin lace material that barely covered your core. You took that as initiative to remove the towel on his waist and grinded against his growing member, the friction and heat enough to earn a groan out of him.
He held your waist once again, firmly this time, halting your movement completely.
You broke away from the kiss, staring him in the eyes to read his face.
“Something wrong?”
“Hold tight.”
You were about to ask about what hold tight mean, but your arms cling unto him involuntarily as he lifts the both of you out of the sofa.
Jeno laid you gently in the bed, making sure not to break eye contact as he does so. He looked like he's about to eat you alive, which is enough to send flush to your cheeks.
“I would’ve loved to bend you over that sofa, but I think it’s just proper that our first time will be on the bed.”
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"God. You're beautiful."
He then ran his fingers towards the thin fabric of your blouse, feeling every part of your torso like he's memorizing every detail of it. His hands then travelled in your chest, squeezing the swell of your breasts on each hand, fingers shaking as he does so. It felt like an artist admiring his delicate work of art.
He situated himself between your legs, taking a moment to admire you first before doing anything else.
He started to run his hand on your cleavage and stopped on the uppermost button of your blouse, taking his time to remove all of them and placing a kisses at the exposed skin. After all of the buttons are taken care of, you lifted your body up and slid off the fabric. Your black lacy bra finally made its appearance. You took the liberty of taking that off too, as slow and as you possibly can.
 Jeno just stared at your body in awe, breathing heavily as his eyes scanned your naked glory.
 "Gorgeous."
He said under this breath before leaning down to claim your lips once again. You're turned on by how much attention he's giving your body now. You're usually loud in bed but his gestures are making you bashful. You've never felt this beautiful before.
You can feel his hands trembling as it travels all over your body, his kisses getting even more needy. There was moans of satisfaction every time he would lick your lips. Jeno was kissing you like you were oxygen and he needed to breath.
His hands travelled south, running across your thigh and your now aching core. You're about to remove your skirt and underwear but he stopped your hands midway.
"Keep it."
He took your hands away from your skirt and placed them just above your head.
"Just sit there and relax baby. Let me treat you."
You did just like he told you and gave him full control of your body.
"Good girl."
His lips brushed your ears, whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful you are under him. His kisses then went down to your neck, using his tongue and teeth, marking everything he can get his mouth on with his saliva. Meanwhile, his hands finally touched you down there, massaging your still clothed wetness.
His middle and index finger felt your slit, moving it in swift motion in search for your clit.
"Oh my god. That's it."
You gasped as his fingers finally hit the right spot, tossing your head back as his fingers made circles at your bundle or nerves.
You opened your legs more, leaning on your arms on your back, head tossed back and eyes closed as you feel your impending orgasm.
He dipped his hand inside your underwear and collected some of your essence with his fingers. The mental picture of him licking his fingers deliciously is enough to get you off for weeks.
It didn't take long before he took your panties off and his ducked his head down. He opened your legs once again and licked one long stripe on your core, making sure to taste all of you. You sat there and watch as he hungrily takes all of you in his mouth, acting like your pussy is a full course meal and he's been starving for years.
Within moments, you've become a moaning, toe curled mess. You ran your fingers to his blonde hair, guiding him on how to move his tongue and fingers on you. At one point, he bit some of your sensitive skin, making you scream a string of curses under your breath.
"Stop stop stop."
You grab a fistful of his hair and he paused from what he was doing. You pushed him gently away from you, leaving him staring at you confusedly. The confusion didn't last long when you flipped your current position, you're now on top.
"Can I ride your face?"
At this point, you're bold and horny enough to use your words and ask him. He just nodded, sliding himself from underneath you and went back to eating you like a champ. You grabbed his hands and placed them across your chest, squeezing your breasts to send him a message. He was quick to pick up and followed suit, pinching your nipples right in between fingers while your ride his face to orgasm.
"Shit. I'm coming..."
  You writhed from above him as you come undone. Your body felt cold all over. Your eyes are ringing, feeling dizzy as you almost passed out while you bucked your hips a few more times to milk your release.
You didn’t have time to recover when you heard your phone ringing from outside. Your legs felt a little shaky and you almost tumbled and hit your head in the wall if Jeno didn’t help you get up. You  sat down on the floor, butt-ass naked as you frantically searched for your phone from under all of your stuff before you finally pressed the answer button.
“Yes mom?”
“Where have you been? Your father’s been looking for you at the library. He’s picking you up on your way home.”
You buried your head on the couch to shake off the buzzing feeling on your head. You placed a pillow on your body while you searched for your discarded clothes all over the hotel room.
“Oh yeah. I went to the café and got something to eat. Tell Dad I’ll meet him outside the library.”
“Okay sweetie. Can you pick up some groceries on your way back? I’ll text you the list.”
“Yeah mom. Bye.”
You breathe a sigh of relief as you started putting on the outfit that you wore when you left home.
“Where are you going?”
Jeno reluctantly got dressed as well, his shy demeanor came back as soon as he wore his glasses and fixed his hair.
“I got to go, Jeno. I’m sorry that I’m leaving in such a bad time…”
You went over to him and placed a sweet kiss on his lips.
“I promise to make it up to you next time, okay? I’d love to meet you again.”
You grabbed a paper bag from your backpack and handed it to him, waving as you bolted out the door.
After fixing his things, he sat down for a moment and took a quick peek inside the package that you left him.
It was a ziplock bag of full of cookies and a whole other treat.
You left him your two-piece lace lingerie.
To be continued.
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