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I doubt anyone will really see this but I need to post it so y’all can understand the stuff I’ve got planned for Whumptober
“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather you let him go.”
He’d never been happier to see his new partner. Her curly blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, she dressed in her normal uniform of dark green and black, her quiver hanging loosely from her belt, her face masked.
“You Heroes.” Dark Arrow sneered. “Always acting like you’re so high and mighty. I see you’re not above torture. Luckily, neither am I.”
She threw another knife, hitting her target once more. This time, Endeavor dropped to one knee after Arrow’s knife found itself tearing through his patellar tendon.
Arrow ran forward to Michael’s chains, slashing through them with unparalleled accuracy. He all but collapsed into her arms, his body unable to support him anymore. She surveyed the damage and frowned in disgust.
“Were you trying to lose the other one?” Arrow scoffed. “I know I caused you to lose the first one but seriously, losing the other to spite me is going too far.”
“Oh really?” Michael smirked. “I thought it just landed on the edge of tasteful.”
Dark Arrow snickered.
“How touching.” Endeavor grunted, trying to heal the wound in his knee. “The traitor comes to the rescue of a second-rate thief.”
“I’d rather come to his rescue that yours, jackass.” Arrow shot back, sweeping Michael off his feet. He was so tired that he didn’t protest Arrow carrying him bridal style.
As she ran, Michael’s consciousness fluttered, missing Arrow’s nigh frightened looks at him. But Dark Arrow was good at her job, always had been, and easily evaded capture until they were outside again.
“Where- where are we?” Michael gasped out, as if he had been running with her.
“Middle of buttfuck nowhere.” Arrow set him down, gently, against what he thought to be a rock wall. “Technically, that place isn’t even on a map. Went to three different Hero Hideouts looking for you. You just seem to be a rare commodity to them.”
“And Endeavor called me second-rate.” Michael proudly smiled, then doubled over coughing.
“Easy, there Nyx. You took a hard beating.” Arrow said, gently helping him up.
“Definitely at least four-star torture.” Michael groaned. “Would’ve given it five but the repetitiveness of the knives and punches got old after a while.”
Arrow forced a small smile, though Michael knew it was fake. She was still unused to how brutal their world could truly be.
“Are we safe here?” He asked.
“For the moment.” Arrow replied. “This is the best I can do. I’ll put up a couple reflector shields but I don’t have many. I didn’t want to carry too much and not be able to carry you. My quiver may not hold arrows anymore but the shit it does gets heavy after a while. I don’t have super strength, you know.”
“Then take off your mask.” He said. “If we’re safe here, then you don’t need to be masked around me. We’re supposed to be partners. We have to trust each other.”
Arrow bit her lip, as if internally debating, looked away and didn’t answer.
“Fayelin.”
Her real name caught her by surprise.
“Please.”
Fayelin’s shoulders slumped as she gently tugged the black material down her face. With a jolt, he was reminded of just how young she was. Without her either of her masks on, she looked her actual age of nineteen.
“You’re staring at me again.” Fayelin scolded, blushing. For someone who had all but grown up in the limelight, she hated being the center of attention for too long.
“Sorry.” He said, his voice no louder than a whisper. It seems that simple argument had sapped his entire strength.
“I’ll start treating those. I’m no doc, but I know enough field healing in order to kickstart the process.”
“Shields first.” He reminded her.
Fayelin cursed under her breath. “Okay, shields first, then I’ll start on the lacerations.”
He meant to nod, to give her some words of encouragement, but the pull of unconsciousness became too strong and sleep descended like an axe.
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The cave she and her mentor used to camp out in hadn’t changed in the years since she last visited it. It was still pretty dark, smelled damp even though there was no water, and had a very small opening. It had been the best way he could spend time with her while still staying close to his work. She had just been a kid then. She wasn’t one now.
Setting up reflector shields was second nature to her, that being one of the first lessons she ever learned as a Hero. Normally, she put them on herself so she could blend in with her surroundings, but they could easily be used to reflect the area around them. This way, unless someone was specifically looking for the edge where the reflection ended, no one would notice that the landscape around them was simply a reflection of the world around them. Killian had told her that no one else knew of this cave, that he had discovered it by himself, and that he had kept it secret to share it only with her. She didn’t know if that was entirely true, but she had trusted her former mentor so she hoped she had answered Nyx’s question honestly.
She returned to find Nyx asleep, curled up against the wall, his dark hair nigh matted to his skin with blood and sweat, a frown etched into his face. He must be in terrible pain, she thought. So she pulled the first aid kit out of her trusty quiver and got to work.
@winedark-whump
omgomgomgomg I’m so excited! Thank you @between-the-stones !!! Okay, calm down, Rae, you can do this-
I’m gonna go with Michael!
Be drowned or be burned? Michael actually can’t swim, so he’d go with burned- he’s afraid of large bodies of water because it makes his powers go haywire. Better the devil you know, right?
Be starved or be dehydrated? Starvation is a slow death. Dehydration he’d probably pass out more quickly, so it’s over quicker. Michael’s not one to just sit around and be tortured, not without himself holding an ace up his sleeve.
Take torture or torture someone else? Jeez, that’s a tough one. Michael’s not the kind to self-sacrifice, unless it was for someone he loved, but he’s not heartless. Actively torturing someone isn’t something he’s capable of, he’s just a thief with a particular type of gift. At the ending of the day, he’d have to take torture- if nothing more than not to be a hypocrite
Beg or be choked? Michael does not beg- at least choking gives him an excuse to wear a pretty little choker to hide the bruises
Be conscious or unconscious during torture? What is he stupid? Why would anyone want to be conscious? That’s just asking for pain, and he’s no masochist.
Be stabbed or have a bone broken? Bone broken- no doubt. Breaking a bone has very little odds of dying from that, probably about 5ish percent (just guessing) because bones tend to heal on their own, even if healing wrong- while the mortality rate for a stab wound is 27.4 percent. That’s a big difference
whoa- almost forgot to tag some folks
How about @la-vie-en-whump @cookiecutterwrites @whump-and-coffee???
Would Whumpee Rather?
A new tag game! Would your whumpee rather…
Be drowned or be burned? E.g., Ellis would rather be burned! Burns are familiar and remind him of his Master :)
Be starved or be dehydrated? Ellis is used to being starved.
Take torture or torture someone else? Ellis is the only one who deserves to be hurt :(
Beg or be choked? Ellis is good at begging!
Be conscious or unconscious during torture? Conscious please! So he can learn his lesson.
Be stabbed or have a bone broken? Oh no, these are both scary. Umm…whichever you want, Master?
I’m gonna start us off by tagging @crash-bump-bring-the-whump @wildfaewhump @for-the-love-of-angst @whumpiary and @fallingstormphoenix, no obligation. And if you’re up for it, tell us your whumpee’s reasoning!
i did yesterday's? i really suck at doing this thing lol- i'll get them all done eventually but we'll see if it's during the week i have the most trouble with free day stuff
BRUH. Never let your love die!! I have been a hardcore zoid addict for well over … twenty years now (holy crap has it really been that long) and with how many absolutely obscene hiatuses between series (the 12 year drought between Genesis and Wild for example) it would’ve been insane to give up on something because it wasn’t on tv anymore.
But no, fans keep the franchise alive! Love the shows! Give them art and fanfics and new headcanons and stuff! As someone who follows an absolutely RAD person who keeps cranking out awesome Zoid work and stories and ideas (@derangedhyena-zoids, it’s you, you’re the rad person with rad work), I can tell you, just because something isn’t on tv anymore doesn’t mean it’s gone. The fans keep it alive. We are the ones who give shows life! Not the tele! It’s US! The fans!
Not to out myself as someone that’s been on tumblr for too long, but I’m so sad to see this new trend of people saying “I like this thing, even though the show isn’t airing anymore.” Like? That’s how things work! Keep enjoying them! Art doesn’t just vanish when it’s not airing, and it wasn’t made to be exclusively viewed live! 10+ years ago, the idea of saying “Ah, I’m still here in this fandom 2 years after the show was cancelled 😳” would have been BONKERS!
All these kids saying “It’s so sad the shows gone,” no it’s not!!! I saw your fanart yesterday! Last week you told me about my favorite character’s music playlist!!! I saw them running around in your AMV!
Where’s the longevity?? It was made for you!!! Not TV!!! It was made for keeps!!! Keep it!!! Please!!! That’s how art stays alive!!!
I'm so happy @neil-gaiman is a tumblr person. A tumbler? Tumblrer? Anyway, it fills me with a calm joy just... browsing along through stuff, and then running into his posts or reblogs.
I forget if this had a deeper reasoning I wanted to get into.
So here's a photo of two snails (found them in the lettuce a while back)
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The piano scene in S2E3 is somehow talked about SO MUCH but also not enough, and I know that doesn't make sense but hear me out. Wylan has been in the Barrel for how long with nothing from his life before, only the decency he stubbornly clings to (hence why he initially refused to make bombs for Kaz, but his desperation got the better of him) and, if we use the information from the books, his flute. And we know the significance of music in Wylan's identity: he used it to hide his disability by setting whatever was read aloud to him to a melody in his head; the music room was the only place in his father's house he was ever happy in; and, in Crooked Kingdom, he recalls sitting at the piano bench with his mother, and it's one of the few memories he has of her because she "died" when he was young, so of course his memory of her is going to be a bit foggy.
Music wasn't something he got so good at to win his father's approval the way science and maths were - music was always his. It's what makes him Wylan and not Jan Van Eck's son, and being in the Barrel has tried to separate him from that part of his identity. Yes, he plays his flute in S2E1, but he plays it out of desperation. How long has it been since he's played music because of how connected he is to it, not because he needs money? It's something he yearns to do, and so when he and Jesper break into Pekka's country estate, Wylan doesn't take his eyes off the piano when he notices it - not even while Jesper is talking to him. He yearns to feel the press of the piano keys beneath his fingers, for the comfort playing music always gave him, and I think this is beautifully signified in that frame where presses the broken piano key: he so desperately wants that comfort and security, but can't have it.
Even though it looks like he sits at the piano to encourage Alby to keep playing, it's more so because he couldn't pass up the opportunity to do what he's yearned to do for so long. It's only 30ish seconds, but he loses himself in the music he plays, in that security he's sought since he first arrived in the Barrel. He's reliving sitting at the piano bench with his mother, and a show headcanon I have is that this little piece of music was something Marya taught him or wrote for him or something he wrote for her. Either way, it's made him lose himself in those happy childhood memories of him playing the piano with her.
Then that momentary peace and comfort is snatched away from him as he snaps back to reality. He's not at his father's house playing piano with his mother: he's in the Barrel, wrapped up in the company of literal criminals, and his mother's been dead since he was eight (well, we know she isn't dead, but he doesn't). His guard goes back up, and he goes back to being Wylan Hendriks, the demolitions expert keeping a privileged past and childhood traumas close to his chest, the boy who was desperate enough to start playing criminal with a band of thugs and thieves.
(gif by me, scene credits go to @/autumnspacks on ig)
dolce and gabbana
pairing: san x guest! reader (fem)
genre: pure smut with a tiddlywink of plot
summary: san can’t seem to get you off his mind after sitting next to you during the latest D&G showcase, so he has no choice but to get you on his dick instead.
w.c: 3.3k
warnings: some alcohol use, subby until he’s not! san, dommy mommy who folds instantly when san asserts himself! reader, both reader and san mutually go after one another despite knowing one of them is MARRIED (hoes will be hoes what can i say <3), reader’s husband is a dick ofc, misogyny (from said husband), cheating, seduction, exhibitionism, mommy kink/daddy kink….. (i’m weak okay,,), teasing, ITS BIG BTW AND CURVED……, only praise and pet names (omg who hacked k4s???), groping, fingering, kissing, dry humping on a couch in a very crowded room, one neck bite, san cums untouched, oral (receiving), squirting, one singular pussy slap, san puts reader into a mating press on her husband’s side of the bed just for funsies, manhandling, size kink, breeding kink, creampies (sannie cums a lotttt)
a/n: as a pudding since day 1 i am in absolute shambles thanks for asking <3 and YES im very aware i posted yesterday but the fic demons cannot be silenced!!! and just fyi i’m sure san was very grateful and absolutely brimming with excitement to be at the show!! the way i wrote him here does not reflect his actual feelings towards anything,, its just a silly fic and i wrote what i wanted lol. also i wish i could tell you how many times “dolce and gabbana that’s on my titties~” played in my head while i typed this out 😭😭 (also i did not proofread this whatsoever so forgive me if there are errors) but anyways, i hope you enjoy :33
song recs: la romana by bad bunny, rover by kai, planet goddamn by mac miller
San knew eyes would be on him. Why wouldn’t they be? He was dressed to the nines, his hair slicked back to showcase his alluring, feline-like eyes, his sharp, angular features that could give someone a fatal cut if they looked for too long, and most importantly, he was all decked out in a sleek black custom-made top that perfectly adorned his broad shoulders and chest, one that even cinched securely around his impossibly tiny waist. Of course it did. It had been custom fit and made just for his body. Even the tailor had jokingly mentioned that Michelangelo himself must’ve sculpted him to perfection in the heavens before San was born, but San wasn’t laughing. He perfected his body through his own sheer willpower and determination alone, to be the best that he could be for his own self — and if people just so happened to drool over the results of his hard work, then that was simply a perk.
Holding his hand up to shield his eyes from the many camera flashes, he continued to make his way down the walkway, offering many of the starstruck guests a courteous, though charming smile, wondering if their wandering gazes were due to his breathtaking ensemble or what was sitting just below it. The thought tickled him. It continued to amuse him throughout the afternoon, taking picture after picture with eager guests and wealthy tycoons alike, quite pleased with himself when neither man nor woman could seem to control themselves around him, their eyes always drifting downwards to look San up and down like he were next up in an auction, their mouths pressed to their champagne flutes in an effort to quell the thirst they felt, their free hands lingering just a little too long on the small of his back when they bid farewell to him.
San relished the fact that these poor hungry people could never get a taste of him, no matter how incredibly rich or influential they were. None of them would get a bite of the forbidden fruit without permission from God.
It was then that the show started, various eye-catching models sashaying their way across the aisle to showcase the latest D&G collection, all displaying their own unique set of features and charm. All flawless and angelic in their own right, but they were almost predictable in that way — like mannequins made solely for the rich and beautiful to gawk at. San couldn’t help but look past them, only focusing on the expensive, tailor made clothes that were framing their perfect bodies. And after a while, he almost seemed to grow bored. Of what, exactly? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the sheer gaudiness of it all, the lack of self awareness for things that really mattered in the modern world, and the almost nauseating amount of self-sucking the rich individuals around him seemed to be fond of doing. San would’ve pondered it more when somebody near him gently patted his thigh, causing him to look down at the small manicured hand, the diamond ring around your finger glinting in the light like a warning sign.
“Are you bored like I am?” you whispered softly into his ear from beside him, giving him a quaint smile when he turned his head to face you.
San blushed, leaning slightly in your direction. “Am I that obvious?”
“No, don’t worry. None of these drones will be able to notice.” You motioned your head to the crowd around you, their phones in hand, all whispering to each other about how revolutionary the new collection was, despite it looking eerily similar to the fall one from the year before. “You could whip your cock out and no one would bat an eye.”
“Oh?” San studied your flirtatious smile, then looked down just to make sure his eyes hadn’t deceived him. Yep, the ring was still there — and it probably cost more than a starter house. Delighted by your forwardness, San took it upon himself to tease you, reaching down to slowly unbutton his slim-fitted pants. “Well, if that’s the case…”
Your cheeks turning bright red, you reached downwards to shield his crotch from view, looking up at him with wide eyes, your faces now impossibly close. “I-i was fucking with you! Don’t actually take out your dick…”
San’s sharpened eyes flitted from your gaze to your cherry red lips, letting go of his zipper to gently take your hand in his, pressing it firmly down onto his thigh. “Yet…?” he challenged huskily, wondering if you were like all the others and would yank your hand back, scoff in disgust, and pretend as if it had never happened. It was then that San felt you squeeze your warm hand into the meat of his thigh, your fingers just barely pressing into the inseam of his pants.
“You can be a good boy and wait till the after party, can’t you?” you asked in a lower, sultrier tone, pressing your lips to his cheek to leave your mark on him, your hand moving further up his thigh, only pulling away when you felt something hard press into your palm. Smiling sweetly, you leaned in again, this time allowing your lips to brush over his. “Good things come to those who wait.”
And just like that, you turned forward to focus on the models all gathering onto the stage at once along with the designers, clapping along with the rest of the crowd when they all took a bow. You blew a kiss to one of the designers who caught it and pretended to put it in his pocket.
Still breathless from your short encounter, San nudged your thigh with his own, biting into his lip and tasting the sweetness of your lipstick. You nudged him back, glancing at him through the corner of yours eyes, licking at your own lips, like a predator would before pouncing on their prey.
San couldn’t believe he had finally met someone like you. There was a serpent in his garden — and he couldn’t wait for it to swallow him up.
-
The after party was predictable as always — strangers binge drinking and snorting powder off of your previously pristine marble tabletops, others telling embellished stories about their latest trip to their private islands to various locked-in acquaintances, some off doing god knows what in your many empty guest rooms, and you could not, for the life of you, care about what your husband was currently cackling over with his close friends, focusing on the crackling wood sitting inside the fireplace you were all huddled near. When you inevitably ran out of champagne, you patted your husband’s leg so that he could remove his arm from your waist.
He looked down at you with indifference. “What is it?”
“I need more champagne, honey. I’m going to get some.”
Your husband’s face scrunched up. “Haven’t you had enough? If you drink anymore, you’re going to lose your nice figure.” He looked to his friends for validation who simply nodded along in agreement.
Your husband’s chauvinistic comments didn’t bother you anymore, just his persistent presence in your life. He was like a mosquito that was always trying to drain you, one that you could never seem to swat away. Well, nothing a little dick couldn’t fix. “That’s funny, because I seem to recall the tailor coming in this morning for an emergency visit to alter a certain suit,” you mentioned, this time pushing your husband’s arm away from you, surveying his now quiet friends with an unbothered look, before wandering off, not registering the insecurity driven ramblings that your husband was sending your way.
Once you made your way into the crowded loft, you searched your surroundings for what you were looking for, humming at the sight of the pretty boy from earlier sitting on the large plush couch in the corner, a half-empty champagne flute in hand, his attention on one of the models that had walked for your husband’s collection a few hours earlier. He was even more handsome now that you could study his captivating details, your eyes drifting over his bulky frame, from his large arms and shoulders, to his delicate waist, and down to his spread thighs, zeroing in on what was between them, knowing that the beautiful stranger was blessed in more ways than one based off what you had felt earlier.
Without hesitation, you slowly made your way across the room, your stiletto heels digging into the fur carpet below with each concentrated step, licking your red lips when the model placed one of her hands on San’s thighs and squeezed it, his suddenly submissive expression causing more knots to form within your core. You were going to make him yours.
San could barely hear the pretty model’s words over the loud music and the many overlapping voices inside the loft, not knowing what to say when she moved closer to him, clearly going in for the kill. It was then that someone stood over him, their heel nudging into his loafer. He looked up, his once hazy eyes opening wide at the sight of you standing above him with a bottle of champagne in one hand, your other hand already cradling his face. When you lowered yourself into his lap, your plush thighs and ass pressing snuggly against his lower half.
“Look at you,” you cooed softly into San’s ear, not caring to give the now fuming model any attention, lowering the cold champagne bottle in between your bodies, chuckling at the soft whimper he let out when it pressed into the exposed sections of his skin. “You’re such a good boy, saving a seat for Mommy like this. Aren’t you, baby?”
“Y-yes, I am, s-so good for you…”
“Then, be good and open your mouth,” you purred, lifting the almost empty bottle and pouring some into your mouth. San’s jaw slowly dropped, not knowing that he was already beginning to drool. You didn’t mind, clutching the sides of his heated face and pressing your parted lips onto his, transferring the sparkling alcohol to him, but not without running your tongue over his.
San brought his hands up near the sides of your ass, his fingers trembling, not knowing if he was allowed to touch you, whimpering into your mouth when you sucked the alcohol off of his tongue.
“You can touch, baby.” Humming, you reached for his wrists and brought his hands underneath the hem of your short dress, gasping when he squeezed the softness of your ass in between his ringed fingers and began to slowly guide your hips, your clothed cunt rubbing back and forth over his stiffening cock. “Mm, someone’s eager, hm? You’re a naughty one, making the main designer’s wife grind on your cock like this in front of everyone.”
“It’s…Mommy’s fault…” San murmured near your ear, rolling his own hips up into yours, making you feel every inch of his trapped throbbing cock each time he ground himself into you, biting into his lip at the sound of your breathless moans, swearing he saw your grimacing husband from over your shoulder.
“My fault, huh? Mommy should make up for it, shouldn’t she?” you sighed back onto his heated skin, pressing kiss after kiss onto his collarbones, dragging your tongue along the constellation of freckles he had on his neck, making him shudder underneath you.
“Uh-huh…” San moaned out, your hand suddenly squeezing into and sliding back and forth over his erection, your thumb repeatedly rubbing over the pronounced tip, knowing he was staining his expensive pants with sticky pre-cum. “F-fuck, I’ll cum if you keep doing that…”
“So sensitive, baby, you’re so cute…but you’re not the only one, you know? Look what you did to Mommy~” You gave his balls a gentle squeeze just to hear him whimper, before letting go, instead reaching for his hand again and leading it between your legs, moving your soaked panties to the side just in time for San to fill you up with two thick fingers.
“You’re so wet…” San groaned, unable to keep himself from adding another digit inside your slick hole, beginning to pump them in and out of you, allowing the both of you to listen to the obscene squelching sounds your cunt made each time he finger-fucked you. Something switched inside of San when you began to whine and whimper, and fuck yourself back on his fingers, your eyebrows screwed upwards, begging him for more with your teary, half-closed eyes. “So fucking wet just for me, huh? Hey, Miss, did you know your husband is standing just across the room? Think he’s hard knowing I just got his pretty little wife wetter than she’s been in her entire life?”
“B-baby, don’t tease me like that,” you whispered, not wanting the control you had over him to slip out of your grasp, grabbing onto his shoulders, accidentally causing pieces of his solid outfit to fall off and land onto the leather couch.
“It’s San, Miss, but you can call me Sannie if you wanna be a good girl for me,” he chuckled, shoving his fingers into you up to the knuckles, rolling your clit around underneath his heavy thumb. “And, I’m not teasing you, my love, he’s really watching us, and he looks like he wants to kill me.”
Just as you looked behind you to catch your husband’s displeased gaze, San began to ram his soaked digits into your spasming cunt, feeling his lips, tongue, and teeth on your neck. “O-oh my god, Sannie, oh, fuckkkk…”
Just as your warm arousal began to pour out onto his fingers and lap, San bit down into the area where your neck and collarbone connected, letting out a few stunted groans, his hips jolting up into yours, coating the insides of his designer pants with white.
“Did you just…?” you began, before San stuffed his fingers into your mouth, growing quiet and sucking your arousal off of them. He pulled them out with a pop, but you didn’t even get the chance to continue your question because you were suddenly being lifted up into the air, strong hands clutching your thighs, your legs hooked around San’s waist.
Your defeated, emasculated husband was just a blur when San carried you through the crowded room and up the stairs, not stopping until he got to the largest room at the end of the expansive hallway.
“Which side does your husband sleep on?” San asked, once he stood at the foot of the kingsized bed.
“On the right. Why do you–O-oh,” you gasped as he quickly laid you out on the right side of the bed and lifted your dress up, forcefully spreading your thighs open so that he could bury his face in your cunt, repeatedly lapping at your slit and clit over your soaked panties until he couldn’t take it, reaching up to tear your panties off with ease. “Sannie, baby boy, what’s gotten into you?”
San looked up at you with dark, dilated eyes, reaching up to his broad body to rip off the rest of his outfit, his solid muscles flexing as he closed his fingers around your waist, yanking you lower so that your cunt was closer to his face, looking like he was about to eat you alive. “Daddy’s hungry,” he simply replied, diving back into your cunt to lick and slurp up your juices, tonguing your hole just to feel your clench around him, his nose nudging your clit as he ate you out like a starved man.
Sooner or later, you began to shudder and pant, tugging at the ends of San’s sweaty hair, your thighs pressing into the sides of his head until he forcefully held them down, quickly moving his head up and down as he dragged his tongue roughly over your throbbing clit, his focused eyes never leaving yours. “S-sannie, I’m really, fuck– I’m gonna cum…!”
“Cum for Daddy,” he demanded gruffly, stuffing three fingers into your cunt and pounding them into your g-spot, lifting your ass up with his other hand so that he could catch the stream of arousal that suddenly squirted out of you, some of it inevitably soaking into the satin sheets below you. San licked your juices from his lips, going down to give your puffy cunt one last lick to savor your taste, before standing up from the bed and unbuckling his pants.
“Y-you….Did you get possessed by a demon?” you asked half-jokingly, unable to keep your thighs from trembling, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your wrist.
“And if I did? You’d still let me fuck you, wouldn’t you?” San smiled devilishly, his dimples appearing, kicking off his pants and running his closed hand along his curved, dripping length. He pressed his thighs against the side of the bed, running the tip of his cock over your lips, watching fondly as you sucked and licked the beads of pre-cum that leaked from the slit.
“I would.” Lifting yourself up so that you could completely rid yourself of your disheveled dress, you reached up for the handsome stranger, licking the saltiness from your lips. “Now, come here and show Mommy just how much Daddy wants her.”
San wasted no time climbing back onto the bed and folding you up into a mating press, leaning back to send a few wads of spit onto your cunt, smacking his hand against the wetness for good measure, before he plunged himself deep inside you.
You just about screamed, not ready for San’s unusual size and shape, the curve of his cock rubbing deliciously along your tightening walls each time he pounded himself into you. “S–ann–ie…! It’s so big, fuck– so good!”
“Aww, poor baby’s never had a big cock stretching out her pretty pussy before, huh?” San cooed into your ear, pulling all the way out, just to slam himself back in, hitting your g-spot dead on, making you cry out deliriously. “You’ll never be able to go back to your husband after this. You’re gonna be begging for me to take care of you from now on….” San pressed his lips against yours, sucking on your tongue as you moaned out for him. “Want you to cum for me again, baby…Squirt on my cock, okay?”
“S-Sannie, it’s too much,” you whined out, dragging your nails down his broad back, your toes curling just as San punched your next orgasm out of you when his curved cock once again came in contact with your g-spot.
As you began to cry from the overwhelming pleasure, San licked your tears away, gently pressing his lips into your cheek and jaw, shushing you. “Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s here for you.” He clutched you close, holding still inside you, as his cock began to twitch. “Here it comes, princess, just for you.” A hot, creamy stream of cum began to shoot out into you, completely drenching your insides with his load.
You could hardly speak at this point in time, solely concentrated on the pleasure that still had a hold on your sore body and the warmth that was filling you up to the brim, suddenly realizing that your husband really wasn’t going to be happy with you. “Y-you shouldn’t have…nnnngh….”
San continued to roll his hips into you, his eyelids fluttering, groans spilling from his throat, your cunt still milking his pulsing cock for all it had, which was a lot, to say the least. Once there was nothing left to give you, San leaned down, pressing one last kiss to your lips, not caring that you had left your lipstick all over him. “Can I ask you something, baby?”
“Y-yes, San?”
San smiled again, his eyes sparkling this time. “When you have my baby, will you have the heart to tell your poor husband that it’s actually mine?”
Panting heavily and trying to process what the handsome stranger just said, you finally came to the realization that you let someone who didn’t even know your name possibly impregnate you. Well, at least you had something to talk about over breakfast with your husband, rather than hear him go on and on about his latest collection.
“I’m not sure about that one…”
“Can I ask another question?”
“Hm?”
“Should I name our baby Dolce or Gabbana?”
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Kpop Questions Tag
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A. ALWAYS POST THE RULES. Answer all questions and then write 11 new ones
B. Tag 11 new people
Which group(s) are you looking to stan?
Well, stanning BTS forever, iKON. Many of the people I follow love monsta x and got7 next, so I get most exposed to them. I think I might look into them
Why is your ultimate group your ultimate group?
Well, this appreciation post says it all, and I have another one coming up on their 4th anniversary. I don’t want to answer it here because it’s way too long
Why is your ultimate bias you ultimate bias?
This tag says it all, and I’ll have another post coming up on his next birthday next year :). I don’t want to answer it here, because I’ll never stop
How many songs from KPOP do you have in your playlist?
I have multiple playlists, and just about all of them has KPOP/korean music, so rather that, i’ll just let you know, I have 150 songs that are as such
Which songs are your go to if you want to feel sad?
(Assuming everyone reading this knows all the BTS songs, I’m only linking the ones that are not BTS) Depends on different types of sad. But lately, I have one type of sad, and for that, I have this playlist called medicinal music. Of that 43, there’s Awake, Born Singer, Boy Meets Evil, Do You, Epilogue: Young Forever, Lost, Never Mind, Outro: Wings, So Far Away, Tomorrow, Whalien 52, You Too, Don’t Wait For Your Love, 2! 3!, Spring Day, Move, and Hold Me Tight
Which KPOP songs have you played the most?
(Assuming everyone reading this knows all the BTS songs, I’m only linking the ones that are not BTS) Long Time No See (honorable mention, this is the true song and performance that made me start on kpop), Never Mind, 24/7=Heaven, Sinosijak, Climax, Wait For Me, Just Another Boy, Hold Me Tight, Move, Probably Perfect, Whalien 52, Epilogue: Young Forever, No More Dream, Blood Sweat & Tears, BTS Cypher pt. 2: Triptych, Tomorrow, You Too, Grandmother Bird (lyrics), Boy in Luv
If you could only learn one KPOP choreography in your entire life, which one would it be?
Blood Sweat & Tears
If you had to pick one bias from all your groups and kill them, who would it be?
:(. Like Molly Weasley, who when seeing the boggart take shape of Fred and George dead, I cannot ever see anyone in any of the groups live without one another
Would you sing/dance in front of your bias if they were to see you and ask for you to do so?
Omg, not unless the whole world sings and dances along with me. I might sing, but I’d be far too nervous to sing well, not that people ever told me that I do sing well...
Stance on the relationships of your biases? Would you be hurt if they began to date?
Low-key jealous and heartbroken (*cough*nothing I haven’t been over before*cough*). But it’s totally understandable and I’d definitely be happy that they have someone in their life that they can love like that.
A message to your bias/ bias group~
WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THEM??!!!...UM. UM. UM. I love you. I will be with you forever. I wish I could talk to you forever. Will you be my friend?...(jeez, I suck and wasted my chance at talking to them)
11 New Questions
Write one nice thing about each member in your favorite group
What’s one every day item that you immediately connect to your bias?
Of all concerts your group has held thus far, which one do you wish you attended (whether or not you’ve been to that one)?
What is your favorite group merchandise (whether or not you have one)?
Which is your favorite album your group has out thus far?
What is the craziest thing you’ve done for kpop?
What’s your favorite tv appearance your group or bias has ever been a part of (reality tv, drama, guest star appearance of any kind, etc)?
What is one concept you want your group to try?
What punishment would you come up with for your group if they ever lost a game amongst themselves?
What is a game you think you would win against your bias or group?
If you could create an official group merchandise for your group, what would you come up with?
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I was in thoughts the other day and asked myself, what would've happened if Varian was incased in Amber?
Like I'm 70% sure that Quirin hadn't fallen into villiany like Varian did. He would've also gone to the castle and stuff and like... Idk where I wamted to go with this, just think about it
i knew i had already read this but
I STILL FEEL AS EXCITED AS THE FIRST TIME I READ THIS. YOU NEVER DISAPPOINT WITH YOUR WRITING.
OF COURSE YOUR PLOT WAS AMAZING AND YOUR CHRACTERISATION CHEF'S KISS BC I ALWAYS MANAGE TO GET THE BIGGEST SOFT SPOT FOR YOUR CHARACTERS.
black swan
— kim namjoon x reader — critic!namjoon + dancer!reader | fluff, smut, romance — 10k words — NC-17. tw: namjoon is kinda mean at the beginning + injury mention + unprotected sex — kim namjoon the most feared entertainment critic is due to watch you dance company’s performance. as expected, he wasn’t impressed and wrote a not-so-nice review about the performance. but, he messed with the wrong one.
— this gift was created through @bwcsecretsanta event and is for @papillonsgf!! Surprise! I’m your Secret Santa!
— as a companion to the fic listen to the black swan version that was performed in the art by MN Dance Company
— thank you to @prdshobi for being an absolute champ and reading thru this!! and @uwu-yifan who read a super early unfinished version of this💕
a/n: it’s meeee snowflakeeee!!!! <333 sdhsjhdjshd hmu sdskdhksd ; pls overlook some of the ironies in this fic lol ; i got only a little bit carried away with the smut bc we’re all [redacted] for namjoon sdhsdh; i really hope you like it🥺💕
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I'm getting a new phone case for my phone and guess what! Guess what! It's gonna be a doctor who one. I'm excited now. XD
When I bought my new phone case it gave me the option to pay ten pound extra for speedy delivary which will arrive at the same time as it would if I didn't... -_-
Okay my Spotify wrapped is here……
Okay, I didn’t think I listened to bts that much this year, but I was proved wrong.
Also nonstop shocked me. Like I thought it was gonna be reason like wtf 😬
Anyways I wanna do that ask game too where people choose a number between 1-100 and you tell the song. So ask please. I don’t bite
Well, not unless I want to.
Anyways I’ll shut up now. See for yourselves
Okay my Spotify wrapped is here……
Okay, I didn’t think I listened to bts that much this year, but I was proved wrong.
Also nonstop shocked me. Like I thought it was gonna be reason like wtf 😬
Anyways I wanna do that ask game too where people choose a number between 1-100 and you tell the song. So ask please. I don’t bite
Well, not unless I want to.
Anyways I’ll shut up now. See for yourselves
VOTE JESSIE IN THE PINK HAIR SWAG TOURNEY GRAND FINALE NOW!!!!!!!!!
please c:
Do it for her:
Pink Hair Swag Tourney, Grand Finale
how different is hannibal / will from edward / bella really?
Eye can see you.
Hahahaha hehehhHa
I'll see myself out
Just my thoughts about angsty Seth dragonwatch (with my headcanons)
said - 4 replied - 2 asked - 1
and this is all on the same 1/2 page
does anyone ever get the impression that authors skipped the day in first grade where we all learned the said was the most boring word in the English language and to NEVER use it?
cause I do, all the time.