#//i swear i was only gon draft this along with the others

[philtatoshetairos]

👗 alex/heph

SYMBOL MEME - Tension edition B)

“My fathersays that we can…”

It wasn’tcommon for him to be distracted to the point of speechlessness, but he wouldargue in his defense that there weren’t many sights as breathtaking as the scene that greeted him when he entered thePages’ tent. It seemed that in the short span between Alexandros leaving totalk to the king and returning with proper instructions for the group,Hephaistion had found enough time to change into full battle gear.

It turnedthe boy into… more than a man, a figure in the likeliness of divine heroesblessed with both beauty and bravery, capable of stirring either the favor orthe envy of the gods. If Alexandros already kept the poorly veiled secret ofconsidering his friend a Patroclus to his Achilles, he doubted he would ever beable to forget it after this.

“Are wesupposed to stare at each other?” Perdiccas said in a conspiratorial whisper,loud enough to be heard and break whatever spell Eros had cast on the prince’smind.

Well, atleast to bring it back to focus, because the arrow of longing had pierced hisheart long before and, try as he might, he hadn’t been able to pull it out.

“Of coursenot,” Alexandros countered smoothly, aiming a ferocious smile at the other boy.It melted into something softer immediately upon returning to Hephaistion. “Phaistas’helmet is askew.” Only subtly, but he took the opportunity to walk forward andrearrange it for him anyway, careful not to fall into the trap of letting hisknuckles move down to the curve of his neck. “There. Now even Homer would havetrouble finding an epithet worthy of your image.”

“Oh comeon, Aleko, are you sure you cannot think of one or two? How about dearest—”

“Erigyus.”It fell flat on his tongue and he tilted his head to the side for a warningglare, but giving in to the teasing would only make it worse. Instead,Alexandros laughed and shook his head, making his way back towards the exit. “Jealousy does not suit you, my friend, ifyou wanted a compliment you could have said so as well. The king wants us outside, finish gettingdressed properly and perhaps a poet will have something to say about your honey-colored eyes along the way.”

[jaegerboob]

WIP ROUNDUP!!

i was tagged by @trashpocket​ (hey bae ;)) and since im lonely here on tumblr and have no one but the void to yell at, i won’t be tagging anyone :((

okay let’s start off with my published WIPS lol i have quite a collection and boy do i regret posting most of these, but anyway that’s here’s my hot girl shit

"i’ll figure it out with a little more time” - (if u knew me at my thai BL phase no u didn’t :)) anyways this was a supposed to be a pretty short fic that features an oblivious Sarawat not knowing how to navigate his feelings towards Tine and Tine being an equally giant dumbass. their school is hosting a school dance and Sarawat’s emotionally constipated ass doesn’t know how to SPEAK and just ASK Tine to go w/ him. i swear i might be the author of this story but i also get mad at these fuckers

“we’re boyfriends?” - ah yes another Thai BL fic, i will admit. i have NO idea where to take this story lmao. i still wanna finish it tho cuz i hate disappointing ppl. the fic starts with Ae and Pond making a dumb bet so Pond will stop jerking off in their shared room and promises that he won’t do that as long Ae dates someone random and based off of Pond’s choosing. sweet bby Pete wanders into their campus accidentally  and gets picked. Ae does the deed and tells Pete they’re dating. Ae thinks that Pete and Pond are scheming to make his life a living hell but lo and behold Pete has actually fallen in love with him (heheheh) 

“i wanna ruin our friendship” - hello lgbtq+ community :). we all know where this fuckin title is from don’t be sneaky. so here’s my KilluGon college fic. I initially wrote this like two years ago and uploaded it on wattpad lmaooo then i edited it and posted on ao3 and once again i have no idea where to take this (ive forgotten what my original idea for this was lol) so basically Killua and Gon are really close friends and Gon is sortof a player in this AU idk why khdkadha but anywayz all of Gon’s exes have left him bc they’re jealous of Killua but Gon would never pick his current S/O over him so HAAA. it all goes to shit tho when Retz decides to trick Gon to taking her back for the school dance and idk what path to go for T_T 

AIGHT now for my UNPUBLISHED WIPS buckle up yall this is a LOT. all the titles are WIPS so that’s why theyre iffy lol

“pussy talented”- (don’t mind the title lmao i just wanted a cat pun in there somewhere) basically, Bokuto is a firefighter and Akaashi an editor. They work near each other and Bokuto often visits Kuroo, who works with Akaashi. Ofc Akaashi falls in love at first sight but then he overhears that he has a "Kenma" waiting for him at home. Akaashi assumes that he's probably Bo's boyfriend and then leaves him alone, making Bo confused as hell. Little that he knows that Kenma is actually a grumpy calico cat.

“killugon flower shop AU” - Wing owns a flower shop and Killua helps out with Zushi along with Alluka out of boredom and one day Alluka asks Killua to help out with her client then he meets Gon and is immediately smitten until Gon says that he's looking for something that he can give to a girlfriend (it was actually Ging's request lol), lots of misunderstanding, Killua being too shy to ask the handsome stranger out and Alluka and Zushi being done with his shit 

“rice isn’t the only thing getting crushed here” - Osamu falls in love with one of his most loyal costumers—Akaashi and he thinks he might just have a shot at it until one day while Akaashi is ordering a bunch of riceballs, Bokuto Koutaro of Japan's National Volleyball team enters the restaurant and sweeps Akaashi of his feet, unexpected angst and a generous helping of unrequited pining :)) dw this fic can go two ways: Bokuto is just Akaashi's best friend who he hasn't seen in months or b. Bokuto is actually Akaashi's fiance maybe i’ll write both endings heehee

“killua is sad and gets lovebombed” - while staying in Whale Island, Killua thinks he that he doesn't deserve Gon and tries to leave him while he's asleep but his plan is stopped when Gon wakes up and they both end up revealing their true feelings for each other

“excuse to write charles getting fucked by two delicious men” - Erik and Charles have been in a relationship for years now and basically fell out of love so when Erik gets promoted and has to move, Charles agrees and so they break up. Charles turns to Logan (who harbors a giant crush on Charles) for companionship and sleep together once. Logan says it was an accident but Charles wants more and they establish a FWB situation of sorts since Charles isn't ready yet. But then Charles gets into an accident and can't remember what happened the past year and a half so he still thinks he's with Erik. Meanwhile, Erik is living a luxurious yet empty life and when he gets the call from Raven about Charles' situation, he immediately goes back running.

“killua in whale island” - KilluGon are like 20-ish and Killua visits Whale Island and Ging just happens to be there as well. Killua thinks about how even though Gon and Ging are near identical, Gon just looks so much more handsome. (probs just a oneshot) 

 “another horny cherik fic” - Charles is a demon who was accidentally summoned when Raven, Hank and Ororo uses Erik's blood to perform a demon summoning ritual (as a joke) they didn't know it would actually work so now Charles is stuck with Erik because the human absolutely refuses to sell his soul

“IwaOi overboard AU” - Oikawa is a rich pretty boy and Iwa a college dropout who works at his uncle's repair shop with his younger brother Tobio and cousin Kyoutani ( both 5 yrs old). One day he gets called over to fix one of Oikawa's cars and after a failed and disastrous encounter with a drunk Oikawa, Iwa leaves the mansion fuming. Later in the day, it's discovered that Oikawa got in a car crash that took away his memories and since Oikawa apparently lives alone, he has no one to get him. not until Iwa comes ofc and with a malicious and vengeful intent, he tells Oikawa that they're dating and live together in his crappy apartment

“dancer Akaashi” - Akaashi is a dancer, Osamu is a bartender at the bar he works at and has also been in love with Akaashi for the past two years. He doesn't confess since he knows Akaashi doesn't like romance but then enters a bright eyed cheery Bokuto who sweeps the unreachable Midnight Moon off of his feet, bokuaka but im leaning towards bokuosaaka since akaashi deserves two boyfriends

“watch me be poetically horny for Akaashi Keiji” - Akaashi is a vampire and Osamu, a skilled artist. Akaashi posing nude and delighted at how beautifully Osamu portrays him. Osamu says otherwise. 

Cherik College AU - drift by great gable.... late teens cherik... Erik being a misanthropic horny bastard and Charles a snarky piece of shit.... they get paired up for 7 minutes in heaven... turns out Charles has been ogling him for a while now..  hmmmm,,,.,. ( i wrote this when i was drunk and my og draft is too long so take this instead lolz) 

“ BokuAka (NSFW) ” - Bokuto pushing off a guy who tried to hit on Akaashi while they're at a club. Akaashi gets so turned on he immediately drags Bokuto to the bathroom where he gets his facefucked in one of the bathroom stalls or Akaashi getting his face fucked in a dirty alley at the back of a bar after Bokuto gets into a fistfight.

“KuroKen (NSFW)  ” -Kenma does top during sex but but he's just really lazy to put in the effort 

aight that’s it oh damn i just now realize how much i have T-T bruhhhhhhh and this isn’t even all of them damnnn 

[missklou]

The one who sins {1} (M)

Make sure to check my masterlist here.

Genre: Smut with little plot, there’s gon be a sequel you just wait for it! dom!Seokjin, sub!reader, supernatural!au. Angst, very, very angsty.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader X Seokjin (you are gonna understand the dynamics soon I swear)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, slut shaming, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, power play, fingering, manhandle, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (use protection you fools), derogatory language during sex, implied sexism (this is supposed to be a 19th century sequel, I swear) basically I’m TRASH.

THERE ARE PROBABLY TONS OF SPELLING ERRORS AND MISUSED WORDS THAT I’LL CORRECT LATER, I WAS JUST EXCITED TO POST.

His favorite song played softly from the end of the hallway, filling the wintry apartment with desolated violin cries that harmonized with the raindrops hitting the windows. The walls were illuminated by bolts of lightning every few seconds, creating warped shadows on the tapestry, followed shortly by roaring thunders that made your heart tremble.

-Will, I’m home! -Your voice echoes into the dark mansion, it sounds weary but also filled with fraternal love.

You don't expect any replies from the man, cleaning your muddy boots on the doormat and hanging your hat and gloves on the coatrack by the door.

The usually quiet house is disturbed by the howling winter draft, bringing the unmerciful rain inside through an open window. You rest your bags on the floor to urgently close and lock it before the wood floors get any more damaged, cursing under your breath as the cold drops met your already shivering skin in the process.

-Dammit, Willian… -Mumbling to yourself, you collect the discarded bags, place them on the dining table before going up the elegant stairs and moving to one of the many hallways that lead to the main bedrooms, following the music as irritation buddles in your chest.

It was infuriating and it had been going for long enough. You work all day in secret, while still going around to take care of all his needs, running all day long to make sure the two of you could maintain a comfortable living while he didn’t even remember to close the windows so you had a warm home to go back to every night?

It was a habit of his, to recollect to his room before you came back, to lock himself away with his creativity and working hands and allow the house to be engulfed in the darkness of the night the exact way you left it every morning: open and inviting to the afternoon breeze that had long disappeared.

The sun will be raising in little more than an hour so he must be already in bed, but with your frustration pumping blood into your ears, you soon find yourself standing in front of his room, running your hands through your wet locks before knocking firmly.

The door is pushed open, orange light unexpectedly inundates the hallway... Wasn't he sleeping?

-William how many times must I tell you not to leave the windows… -You hurry inside, taking careful steps to the end of his bed, trying your best to avoid the paintings drying on the floor, raising your eyes moments later to find him.

Pinned, quite literally, to the wall. A wood stick projects from the base of his throat, exposing flesh, arteries, veins, and the snow-white bones underneath the terrorizing mess.

Black blood still leaks lazily from the wound, dripping like dark wine from his clothes to the growing puddle on the floor, silently staining the wood with the torturing marks of death itself.

His teacup with bright red blood still rested, untouched and delicately balanced on the armchair, his honey blonde hair still shone like gold dust in the dim lights of the room, his nails still had yellow ink underneath them from painting sunflowers and sunsets on his canvas.

But his skin was as pale as the lights that ripped the skies, and his eyes were lifeless marble balls on his once beautiful, beautiful face, slowly choking you in your fear as they stared blankly past you to the blowing curtains as if the angel of death was carried in and out with the furious wind

➺

-I still don’t understand why are you so committed to meet this man.

You glance at the mirror, offering darkened eyes to the shirtless man laid -no, spread- in your bed with a muscled arm over his head. He looks displeased and slightly red, with a fixated gaze to your back.

The room is familiar and comfortable in its silence, the heavy curtains give you the impression it is still dark outside while the clock signals it’s late morning already, the dying crackle of the fireplace makes you unaware of the falling snowflakes on the dirty streets outside.

With a soft chuckle, you go back to tying the strings of your corset, watching yourself in the old mirror as the vanilla-scented candles work to dilute the pungent odor of the room.

-And I don't understand why do you look so bothered by it, -The tightness around your body compresses your voice, you sound a little out of breath- I already told you what I want from him… 

The reply is calm but the man isn’t soothed by it, jumping on his feet and approaching with his broad shoulders glowing with the sweat from moments ago, his skin looks and probably still is warm.

-Someone has an attitude today. -One of his hands goes over your shoulder to rest on the mirror, pressing your bodies together. His breath caresses the bare skin of your neck, making the hair in the back of your neck stand up, he grins maliciously -Perhaps I should lock the doors, forbid you from leaving the house. -He leans in closer, the other hand going around your waist to keep you in place ass his lips find the sensitive spot between your ear and your neck.-The bedroom... -His kisses trail along the base of your neck to your shoulders as he speaks, the hand in your waist pulls tighter, pressing your hips together. - My arms...

The growing bulge in your back tells you the man isn’t done for the day and he won’t let you go until he’s satisfied, so you turn your head, eyes meeting with his deliciously wicked ones.

-This deal is primordial and if I fail on convincing him, everything I have worked for…

-So… -He interrupts, the hand that was once in your waist travels daringly down to your ass, groping the flesh harshly, the smile stretches on his face once he notices how you arch your chest and sink your nails on his shoulder, a positive response to his inappropriate actions. - You should be relaxed for your meeting, as much as I don’t like the idea of it… And you know I could be helpful with that.

The man was, in the most literal sense, the greatest mistake a common woman could afford. Cheap alcohol connoisseur, a frequent contestant at bar fights, soft-spoken, deadbeat, played a part in multiple ruined marriages…

But you weren’t any common young lady he had laid with, not that he was aware of it.

As he lifts your long skirt for the second time this morning, he believes to have you at the palm of his hand, he believes that his shallow promises are the cause of your aching desire, he believes his presence is what causes your skin to shiver but that isn't it.

It's the empowerment, is knowing that the elegant man -that looks so wealthy, that smells so luxurious, that dresses in such expensive fabrics- only stands on this spot because you had placed him there, because you allow it. 

Seokjin, your lewd servant, gets on his knees to undress you from the skirt and untighten your corset, his eyes staring up at you as if you held the world in your hands, shining with adoration but also making it crystal clear that the man was up to no good.

His lips meet the warm skin of your inner thighs, your right-hand dives automatically to grab his dark hair the minute he places a chaste -or not so much- kiss on your sex through your underwear.

A soft moan escapes your lips, it’s timid but enough to fill him with pride, leading to a much rougher approach. Seokjin licks a long stripe of your clothed cunt, drenching your panties in both his saliva and your arousal.

The desire makes you lightheaded, all blood rushed to your core and cheeks, leaving you blushed and gasping as you anticipate his next move. Your free hand trembles so you hide it in your messy hair, gripping the locks to make yourself steady, failing miserably when his tongue swirls slowly against your clit, earning a long, broken moan from the base of your throat, your knees buckle and your legs fail to support you.

He is ready to catch you, he always is. The mood shifts immediately, his tender touch turns into a fierce grip, nails digging into the soft skin of your hips and roughly pulling at your clothes so that in the bat of an eye you were completely exposed to him. Seokjin closes his eyes, savoring the sweetness and the smell as he eats your sex like a starved man, knowing he couldn’t possibly stop until you were squirming and becoming undone on his mouth. 

The man could sense that you were staring at him and a cocky grin takes over his expression as he teasingly looked up to meet your eyes as his thumb met your sensitive bud. 

The sensation is too much, the combination of circular movements stimulating your clit and his experienced tongue soon sends you into a shaking orgasm where you can only see white and can only feel pleasure running through you like waves. 

He backs away for a second and your eyebrows raise in confusion but fortunately, Seokjin wastes no time before standing up, catching you in his arms and turning you around so that your back pressed into him and you faced yourself in the mirror. A loud slap fills the room and you whimper at the burning sensation on your ass, Seokjin leans in, his whole body connecting to yours as two of his long fingers enter you unceremonially in one motion and you grip the edges of the mirror to hold yourself up and roll your eyes at the sudden mixture of pain, pleasure, and overstimulation. 

-Look at yourself, open your eyes and look at yourself whore. -His other hand leaves your hips to grab your face, fingers roughly holding your cheeks and jaw and forcing you to stare at your disheveled self, your shallow breath fogging the mirror's surface. Your servant stands behind you, his lips pressing to your ear to grunt more commands as his fingers fuck you mercilessly.

-Look how beautiful you look, completely desperate for cock the way I like it. -He shakes your face as if to make his point before letting go, his fingers pull out of you at the same time. Still, slightly light-headed from your first orgasm and holding yourself up by holding onto the mirror, you raise your head to watch as he pulls his pants down, the only piece of clothing he had on this morning and stroked his cock lazily, taking his time in admiring your exposed body as you offered yourself for him, bothered and impatient at the lack of contact.

 You groan and buck your hips back to try and get his attention but the man only slaps you harder than before, laughing as you whimper from the pain. He guides himself to your entrance and sensually rolls his hips forward, entering you in a delicious pace.

He uses the moment to watch your little sinful show on the mirror, admiring your hanging tits and shaky legs, the red skin where he slapped you, the way your bodies connected with each deep thrust and how you meowed his name and your knuckles turned white from the effort of holding onto the mirror. 

A knot forms in his stomach and he knows that you are also close by the way you tighten around him, with that, he picks up the pace of his hips and grabs the hair at the back of your hair, slowly getting rougher. 

-You love this, don't you? Getting ruined by cock, getting your little cunt fucked properly in the morning like a good bitch. -You moan in agreement, bucking your hips back. -Say it out loud whore, I want to hear from you!

-Yes! -He pulls your head back and you groan at the pain and the pleasure that comes with it. -Yes, I love it! I love to get ruined like a slut. -He presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulders, occasionally bitting the skin and watching it turn bright red, admiring his marks on you like they were the signature of an artist. 

His thrusts get sloppier and he reaches around your hips to press his fingers to your clit. The overstimulation brings spots to your eyes and he lets out a deep, guttural moan in your ear as you clench around him. 

-Seokjin! I'm going to cum -You warn him weakly, his fingers work faster on your sex. 

-Cum for me again dear, let it out. -His command is all it takes for you to adjust the angle so that his cock hits all the right spots inside you and his fingers press deliciously against your clit and, before you know it, you are shaking through your second orgasm this morning.

Seokjin moans loudly at the sensation of your convulsing walls and he's soon using your orgasm to reach his own, thrusts getting fast and sloppy until he stops altogether, shooting his cum deep into you as your walls milk him for what he's worth. 

It takes you long minutes to recover from Seokjin’s morning routine but he helped to clean and dress you before going back to his services as your coachman.

➺

The doorbell rings again, this time its persistence leaves the man no choice but to stand, place the bookmarker in the middle of his unfinished chapter, close the open buttons of his shirt and make his way to the door with firm steps.

 He doesn’t ever get visitors so he stops by the closed door and focuses on listening to the other side for a second. The visitor is anxiously breathing and moving its feet but it’s the calm heartbeat that sends red lights into his mind. With another knock from the impatient visitor, he opens the door as much as the chain allowed and angled one eye to exam the outside.

 He doesn’t think he has ever seen a woman like you before. As many ladies he met through his life, you look dainty and amiable with your cheeks burning with the cold wind and plump red lips that supports the sweetest of smiles, but there’s something else in your eyes he can’t quite pinpoint just yet.

 Your dark wine dress, peppered with black details, graced the snow gently with your movements and hugged tightly at your chest, immediately making him conscious of the life filling your lungs and your heart pumping within your ribcage.

 Others saw you as you appeared: A delicate flower, a perfect example of a woman.

But he could see and feel a lot more, and you were perfectly aware of that. 

 The man is used to understanding people within seconds of meeting them, he’s used to analyzing their bodies, their language, finding their fears and desires and that’s what he is trying to find within the woman standing on his doorsteps but there's a tingling sensation to you, it doesn't feel right.

 People usually avoid his eyes, especially if he wants them to, but you seemed experienced in that tactic since you had no trouble supporting his gaze, not even flinching away once. 

Jungkook realizes he can only see what you allow him to, and he finds himself eager to break this invisible barrier without even exchanging a word to you.  

Heat spreads through his body as he thinks of the hideous things he could do to find out what you feared and hoped in this world. The thought of being the one to strip you off this disguise makes something throb in his chest and that feeling is so atypical that it forces him out of his trance.

It’s soon before you speak that his eyes lock with yours again.

-Mister Jeon? My name is… -You can only see half of his face through the crack of the door. All though you read his description, he still felt strange and unique to the eye.

The way his dark eyes trailed of to the carriage still waiting for you with a million unsaid words on it proved that no description could match up to him. You were ready for this moment, but no one ever said it was going to be easy, his presence was too strong.

-Not interested -He quickly interrupts, intending to close the door on your face and stopping only when it hits your boot with a dry bang. -What do you think you are doing? -He raises his brows, indignantly scoffing.

-I am terribly sorry mister Jeon but I am in desperate need of your help. -He is dumbfounded by the determination in your eyes as you manage to fit your whole leg on the little space available, defying him intentionally, something more than unusual -My name is Y/L/N.

He stares at you for a long second, waiting for you to give up and walk away, signing heavily and motioning to open the door when you don’t.

You step back, turns and dismiss the carriage with a smile and a soft nod as Jungkook closes the door to open the chain and allow you to enter his house.

His voice is muffled by the lockers and the carriage recommencing its movement, horseshoes punishing the snowy street.

-You sure are a stubborn one miss Y/L/N. -He opens the door fully, offering a snarky grin and exposing his form. 

Rolled-up sleeves adorned his muscular arms, his royal blue vest on top of his white dress shirt enhanced his pale skin and glowing round eyes, his pure black hair was too long and falling in his face, he runs a firm hand through it, exposing his forehead and sharp brows.

-Aren’t you aware of the dangers women are exposed to in a man’s house miss Y/L/N? -His voice is ironical but you knew he meant what he said and it sent shivers down your spine, although your appearance never feltered.

Your face stiffens and you take a step inside, forcing him to take one back in order not to collide into you, he crossed his veiny arms and raised an eyebrow, as a warning not to test him further.

-Women are exposed to dangers in all places shared with men mister Jeon, moreover… You are most definitely not a man, now are you?

You can see his jaw tightening, and his almond eyes turn sharp with your statement lingering in the air.

-What do you want miss Y/L/N? -His mocking tone is gone, replaced with severe words and tense posture, now you were talking business.

-As for right now? -You let out a sigh, shaking your shoulders out of your heavy overall and taking off your hat, signaling that your visit wasn’t going to be so brief. -A cup of tea would do great.