#🍰moots!

[sweetracha]

Welcome to "Counter part A.I" your fully customizable sexual incounters await!

Android!Felix started as a simple FWB, a live in partner to maintain your needs, until he gets nosey and wonder " how best can i assist my owner in their experience?" so he snoops and downloads your entire aearch history on the hub. Next thing you know, yu come home to see felix sitting pretty in the most gorgeous lingerie

"come here angel, mommy has a surprise for you-"

Artificial Intelligence

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!), Sugary Sweet (Fluff), A hint of angst.

Allergy Warning: SMUT! Sex with Andriod! Felix, Mommy Kink, Punishment, Spanking, Human and Andriod Relationship, Human Emotions Explored Through an Andriod, Felix starts to gain human traits, Basically a self-rewarding fic for me

The large shipping crate stood in the middle of your living room. You looked it up and down before circling it once or twice. Were you nervous? Scared? Excited? A mix of everything all at once? You had never done anything like this before, not that you had anything wrong with it, just hadn’t crossed your path. One more lonely night, one more night comforting yourself, one more night pleasing yourself, one more night putting yourself to sleep, one more day of waking up cold, eating alone, leaving alone, driving alone, being alone, it was one day too much. Then the ad came across your screen. 

You opened the large crate and jumped back when met with a face. The covering was made of plastic, meaning you saw him right away. It took you a while before you could bring yourself to take him out and set him down on your couch. Sitting on the coffee table, you took him in. The base model came with blonde hair that was customizable. It was slightly longer than most of his line but you liked it that way. What was most striking of all was the individual hand-painted freckles that littered his whole face. The outfit he wore was the typical factory jumpsuit but in a soft baby pink, almost white however the tint was there. Embroidered on the right side of the chest read ‘SKZ-L.I.X915’. His body drooped a bit and his eyes were closed in a default facial expression. He looked so peaceful like he was just barely asleep. He looked so real, so human.

You reached out to flick the switch hidden behind his ear. Instantly gears and motors could be heard, quietly but still there. The android in front of you came to life and sat up. He blinked a few times, the golden brown eye you noted before focusing on you.

“Hello! Welcome to Counterpart A.I.! A customizable AI Android experience for you! My name is L.I.X915 but you can call me Felix. What’s your name?” 

You were left speechless. Sure you have seen androids before and even hung out with some of the ones your friends had but something about Felix seemed different. It didn’t help that such a thick and deep Aussie accent came from such a petite android. 

“Y/-Y/N,” You said in a mumble, still mesmerized.

“Could you say that again, Darling? I don’t think it quite got that.” A little circling light appeared, indicating he was learning.

“Y/n, My name is Y/N”

“Beautiful” He looked on at you for a bit longer.

After a few more standard questions like age, pronouns, likes, dislikes, etc. Felix shut down. You looked confused at the android before it breathed life into itself once again. This time when he looked at you it was less robotic, more personable, more emotional, more human. 

Weeks went by with Felix living around your house. Quickly he became more like a roommate than an android toy you bought for companionship. Felix insisted that he could sleep in the garage with the charging cable like most other androids do, but when you set him up his own bedroom he knew his life would be different. He explored the room bit by bit while you were away at work. He found books, games, movies, shows, anything, and everything he needed to learn about the world. He dived in head first, fascinated by it all. 

Felix was always ready when you came home. Laundry done, dinner made, and dishes cleaned, he even laid out pajamas for you to change into. The smile that you gave him, even through your tired eyes made him feel funny. He wasn’t sure if he was malfunctioning, maybe he was a defective android, but something about you made him feel warm. 

“Why don’t you sleep with me?” Felix blurted out one night as you were finishing up your meal.

“Felix, what? What are you talking about?”

“Most androids from the SKZ line are bought as personal pleasure counterparts, we were designed for that purpose. If my purpose is not to please you then why did you pick me?”

“Why did I pick you? Felix-”

“Why did you pick my model if you weren’t attracted to me? The Chn and Cnbin models are much more popular for a reason.” Felix knew he couldn’t feel emotions, it was impossible yet the idea of you being with any other android but him made him feel something. Maybe he was defective.

“Felix…I picked you because you were my type.”

“Your type?” Gosh, he looked so adorable when he was trying to learn.

“You aren’t going to find that information in your data bank Lixie. I guess what I’m saying is you are what I am attracted to. Something about you sparks something in me, that's all”

“Then why-”

“Why haven’t we had sex?” A simple nod was given, and the learning indicator began to spin. “Lixie, okay” You sigh heavily. “Look, that was my original intent when I got you, but then I opened your box and something felt so wrong about using you in that way. I guess you filled all my other needs, someone to love, care for, and want to see grow and become their own. I wanted the other stuff to come naturally, you know? Why am I the one to choose what happens to you.”

Felix blinked for a bit, not sure what to say. Some humans wanted free autonomy for androids but to actively be looking out for one was different.

“What if I chose that? What if I say I want that intimacy with you”

“Then I consent” A small smile appeared on your face, mirroring his.

That was the first night of many you two spent together. Felix was also careful and considerate of you, understanding how much stronger he was. He never failed to make you weak in your knees and completely wiped out. Quickly he made it his goal to see you stumble just a bit when you got out of bed. Life was perfect for you two.

Then it wasn’t. Slowly over time, you became more distant, less talkative, less attentive. You ate your meals, took your shower, and went to bed. Sure Felix was always allowed to join but you two rarely interacted. He knew it was nothing he did, you were constantly apologizing to him. Work was stressful and taxing on your body. Relationships were reaching a rough point and the world seemed to be on fire. He wondered how a human could take on so much, you were so fragile yet so strong in his eyes. 

Felix checked out some books from the local library, claiming they were for you. He had a fascination for books about romance. It could be fiction, non-fiction, education, smut, or pure, he just loved to read about the subject. However, after reading a book about the Art of Love, he began to wonder if maybe he was the reason you were not feeling better. He wasn’t the cause of the stress but he wasn’t the cure either. It talked about how lovers should explore and talk about interests inside the bedroom. Felix wanted that for you, to let you let go and have fun for once, to fully let you enjoy something. How would he achieve that if you weren’t talking? 

Just then Felix got a glance at your computer. He knew it was wrong but he was hooked up to the wifi system. If he connected the cord from your computer to the port on his neck, he could cycle through your whole search history, whether deleted or not. This was bad, this was untrustworthy, this was unloyal, but he justified it by knowing it was for your own good. He sat in the chair and connected himself to the hard drive. His eyes went black and digital code ran over them. He saw everything. 

You shut the door behind you and let out a heavy sigh. Shoes long forgotten at the door and bags discarded on the couch as you made your way into the kitchen. You immediately went to Felix’s spot for your nightly hug and reassurance but when you got there, he was gone. All that was left was a little note that read 

‘Dinner is delayed, meet me in the bedroom.’

You pulled yourself up the stairs, feeling like gravity was weighing you down. You cared for Felix but you had so much more to do tonight, games weren’t going to fit in. The door was left slightly ajar so all you had to do was nudge it slightly before you were greeted with a sight you never thought you’d see.

Your Felix was sitting on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, hands cupped, and gently placed on his lap. That was not what left you speechless, no. It was the soft baby pink lingerie set that adorned his body. A lace bralette with a single jewel in the middle, matching lace panties connected to thigh-high nylons, and a single garter around his thigh. He looked breathtaking.

“Come here Angel, Mommy has a surprise for you” He outstretched a hand and a single finger beconded you in.

You went, no questions asked as if it was in your DNA to listen to his request. When you arrived he parted his legs and pulled you in, embracing you in that hug you searched for. He pulled back and soft hands traced your outline.

“Oh Angel, how did Mommy get so lucky.” One hand tilted your chin to look at him. “But you haven’t been very good, have you, baby? Hmmm?”

“Felix, What do you-”

“Already disobeying me, and when you are already in trouble. What am I going to do with a brat like you, hmm? You’ve been lying to Mommy telling him you are okay, just tired. But mommy knows you haven't been taking care of yourself. Then you keep secrets from Mommy. How you like to be fucked, choked, used, and” Felix stood up and it felt like he towered over you. He learned down to your ear and whispered in his deep thick accent “and punished”

You gulped and began to squirm nervously. He buzzed as he saw you shrink, submission in your eyes. A hand on your lower back guided you to the closet and vanity. Felix took his time undressing you and placing a matching baby blue set on your body. In the mirror, he fixed your makeup and hair, soft kisses were left on your head. The same hand from before closed around your neck and squeezed, forcing you to look straight forward, into the eyes of your reflection. 

“Now that's more like it. Mommy’s perfect little doll” He hummed and took you in. He was learning you, your body, your reactions, everything. Being under such close inspection made you feel small, it made you feel like for once someone else was in control. Just how you always wanted it.

“So I think it's time for my pretty doll to get that punishment, right? Oh, don’t think mommy forgot. I think a red ass would complement the look nicely.” Felix took back his position on the bed. “Over my knee, now.”

The act of being across Felix’s lap was so humiliating yet so erotic to you. The way his hand held the curve of your ass, just to prolong the time you had to spend waiting made you tip on the verge of cumming. He knew it too, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. He took his first swing and you felt the bite of contact on your skin.

“Oh my pretty thing is so sensitive, Mommy should have known. One spank in and you already look gone. Too bad Mommy isn’t anywhere close to done yet. Now don’t move or I’ll start over.” And with that, he began the punishment in full.

Every smack that landed on your ass sent a sharp spike of pain through your body that melted into immense pleasure. Yelps sounded more and more like moans the further he went. The spot on your underwear got darker and darker. Felix took a break to let you catch your breath, satisfied with the cherry glow on your skin. He inched his hand curiously to the dampened spot and was surprised to find the fabric fully soaked.

“Oh Doll, such a naughty thing for Mommy. Here I am trying to teach you a lesson and you are getting off on it? Who knew my baby was such a slut. Huh, I wonder what would happen if I just-” Three flat fingers came down on your clothed cunt making you clench and lunged in pleasure. “There is no way that you could cum from this, right baby? You aren’t that much of a whore.”

“I-I Can” Your voice stumbled out in broken tones.

“So if Mommy were to do this” He brought his hand down 3 times in quick succession, earning a whaling moan from you. “You could cum?”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Then Beg for it”

“Please Felix, please Mommy! Smack my cunt and make me cum, please”

“Such a pain slut” He rained down on your cunt, it only took about 5 more hits until you were sent into a shattering orgasm, Felix rubbed your clothed clit to get you through it.

You were pulled and cradled into his lap as he shushed your whimpering cries. He rocked you a bit and those same soft kisses were left all over your face.

“Good job baby, so good for mommy. Shhhh Mommy is so proud” you attempted to reply. “Nuh uh it okay baby, let Mommy care for you. Can you take one more? I promise to be gentle”

“Please don’t” 

“You can’t take one more, that's okay baby-”

“No.” You looked up at him and he saw the need deep in your eyes. “Please don’t be gentle”

Face shoved down into the mattress while your back was arched in a steep slope, Felix rammed his cock into you. This was something Felix knew by heart, no education was required. You liked it deep, rough, and forceful. Felix made sure you felt every dragging inch of his cock back to the tip before slamming it into you. Never fast though, he knew you needed to feel it. Your peaking moans alerted him that you were on the edge. If it were any other night he would test out the denial kink he saw in your history but he felt like saving a few cards to himself for now. Instead, Felix forced you up straight, your back aligned with his chest, reaching a completely new angle. A finger laid against your clit and began to vibrate rapidly. A hand around your throat kept you from falling as you came harder than you ever had before. The room went pure white and then black before you hit the sheets.

Stimulation to your abused area woke you up. You tried backing away but a reassuring hand on your ankle kept you in place. 

“Shh baby, I’m sorry. I just need to get you cleaned up. I can run a bath if you like?”

“Mommy?” You blinked to clear the fog in your vision

“No, just Felix, baby” A deep chuckle left him at how cute you looked and sounded.

“Lixie?” You made grabby hands towards him, and he happily accepted. Scooping you up and laying you on his chest.

“Thank you, Felix, and I’m not mad”

“Why would you be mad? Did I do something wrong” There was a hint of worry in his voice, a human-exclusive emotion.

“You left the cable connected to my computer, I saw it when you were doing my make-up in the mirror.”

“Oh, Well I am glad you aren’t upset. Maybe a surprise could be my apology?”

“What more surprises could you possibly have up your sleeve, Felix?”

“New software update tomorrow. They call it the “Breeding patch.” He shares a smirk at your already flustered expression.

“So you can..cum now?” He nods proudly.

 “When does that update come through again?”

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha @kaciidubs @channieandhisgoonsquad @comet-falls @ddyskz @jiminskies @j-onedrabbles @lixiesweetbrownie @marrivmel @caitlyn98s

[kquil]

NOT HERS

PAIR. : Sirius Black x Vanessa (moot)

SUM. : Vanessa, being Harry's 4th grade teacher, eventually ends up meeting his ever so charming Godfather

LENGTH : 1.9k

DEDICATED TO @loving-and-dreaming (1k cake request)

EVENT : CLOSED

“Harry, is this man really your godfather?” you ask with caution in your voice. It was the end of the school day and you always made it a point to wave goodbye to all the children you teach. You've kept this ritual up for as long as you could remember and so you’ve become relatively familiar with the children’s parents and guardians. For Harry, one of your most beloved students to teach despite the regular mischief he gets up to, you expected to see him off with either Lily or James, his known parents. However, the man standing in front of you was neither James nor Lily. He look completely unrelated with his wavy, ebony hair, angular, almost feminine features, pale skin, tattoos and leather attire. You’ve never seen him before so you were quick to judge and eye him cautiously, never fully allowing yourself to succumb to his charming good looks and suave mannerisms. 

“Yeah Yeah!” Harry cheers, running up to the man who immediately drops down with open arms and sweeps little Harry up with a bark of laughter, “Uncle Siri!” as Harry wraps his arms around the man’s neck and presses his small face into his shoulder, his supposed uncle meets your eyes and winks, sending your heart racing. 

“Sirius Black,” he introduces himself, taking your hand and leaning down slightly to press a kiss against your knuckles. His grey eyes never leave yours and sends a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your stomach, “and you must be?...”

“Vanessa, I’m Harry’s teacher,” you introduce, tamping down the butterflies in your stomach and regulating your breathing so that the heat spreading across your cheeks cools down quickly. 

With a smirk, he nods and rises back to his full height, towering over you with interested eyes, “Of course,” his display of charm has sent multiple mothers and guardians around you swooning, if the light gasps and flurry of excited whispers were any indication but you weren’t about to be any of them. You’re too much of a pessimist at heart that when it comes to your own lovelife the thought that any man would look your way twice is an impossibility. So you’ve grown a habit of dismissing all potential lovers, it’s a terrible habit but one that’s saved you so much heartache; it continues to perpetuate your negative views on love for yourself, “a pleasure to meet you, doll,”

The loving name he appoints you has no effect, peaking his interest further, “the pleasure’s all mine,” you then turn to Harry who has been watching the exchange between you (his favourite teacher of all time) and his uncle with attentive doe eyes, “get home safe, Harry, tell your parents I said hi and I hope you have a good weekend,” you speak softly, voice, gentle and warm as the summer sun and eyes, kind and ever so blue. Sirius is shocked. From the way you spoke to him, he would think that you had nothing but ice in your veins and deeply questioned your choice of occupation but he had no reason for such doubts anymore; you’re every bit the angel Harry had described you to be when praising your way of teaching at the dinner table. 

“You too, Miss!” Harry returns with a toothy grin that earns him a wider smile from you, “See you Monday!” 

As Sirius walks away with Harry in his arms, you wave at the little boy past the man’s shoulders and eventually turn your attention to your other departing students. In Sirius’ arms, Harry pulls away slightly and eyes him with an impish glint in his eyes but doesn’t say anything, even when Sirius sets the little boy down on his motorbike in order to retrieve their helmets. 

“What is it Harry?” Sirius eventually asks. 

“You like Miss Vanessa, don’t you?” Harry giggles behind his small hands and looks up at his uncle with smiling eyes. 

“Of course I do, she takes really good care of you, prongslet,” Sirius comments with a smile and brings Harry’s helmet over his head. 

“Righhtttt~” Harry teases, sounding just like James, which brings a smile to Sirius’ lips, “I can ask her if she’s single for you, uncle Siri,”

“Alright!” Sirius distracts with a chuckle, “Let’s get you home shall we?” 

In your initial meeting, Sirius didn’t know how to feel about you; you were warm and sweet, kind as could be but also cold and a grump. It was an odd combination but definitely worth his attention. You were spoken highly of by Harry, James and Lily as a teacher but meeting you for himself was a different story. He was definitely interested in you so he made the effort of volunteering to collect Harry and drop him off whenever possible. His actions definitely raised a lot of questions between Lily and James but the questions remained silent; they wanted to see how it all played out. 

Months pass as the couple watches Sirius happily volunteer to drop off Harry for school and encourage their Friday date nights to become a regular thing so that he would have an excuse to see you weekly. The couple watched as Harry sang your praises during meals, especially when Sirius was over for dinner. They watched as Sirius became more excited for school than Harry in the mornings. And they watched when Harry sang Sirius’ praises to you during parents evenings, where they came in to talk with you about Harry’s progress, only for the conversation to turn to how fun and amazing and handsome his uncle Siri was. Amused, the couple zipped their lips and held their tongues — but only until it was time to gossip to Remus about it. 

“Oh god, is that who I think it is?” James chuckles as he slings his arm across Lily’s shoulders and eyes your form from across the pub. 

“It’s Vanessa!” Lily’s giggles ring with recognition as the couple eye you happily chatting with your group of friends at the bar before turning to Sirius and trying to alert him of your presence. However, with the busy night and high level of background noise, their warnings go unnoticed.  

“Is that the famous Vanessa I keep hearing so much about?” Remus chuckles in an attempt to help out, looking over his shoulder to examine you himself. As a university professor, he was quite busy so he’s only heard about you through James and Lily. Seeing you for the first time, he can understand the couple’s speculation of Sirius’ blossoming affections, you have every feature Sirius was ever weak for, sweet looking and kind with gentle eyes and a warm smile. Sitting right beside Sirius, Remus’ exclamation, draws in the tatted man’s attention right away. 

“Where?!” Sirius, slightly tipsy, looks around in excitement, grey eyes immediately landing on you and grinning widely. Without a second thought, he gets up and dusts himself off, “It’s my chance,” he says to himself, his adoring eyes never leaving your beautiful figure from across the room, “no little kids screaming to get in the way, no Harry to tease me, no parents to watch me make a fool of myself….” his friends laugh at his hushed ramblings and usher him off with a word of ‘good luck’ on their lips. 

“Doll!” Sirius cheers and throws his arms around your waist from behind, “Fancy seeing you here~” he presses his forehead against your shoulder and takes a deep breath, sighing contentedly at your comforting smell. He’s tried multiple times to get close to you but the situation was never appropriate so your fragrance is left tempting him from a distance in faint notes as he resists the urge to pull you close. Now, with no inhibitions, he’ll take what he’s resisted for so long. 

“S-Sirius?!” you squeal in surprise, your flustered expression making the tipsy man coo in adoration. 

“I knew you would be cute like this,” Sirius sighs and turns you in his arms so that your front was pressed up against his chest, “lemme take a closer look at ya’,” you could smell the alcohol on his breath when he leans in close as you desperately try to slow your racing heart. 

“Sirius, this is very inappropriate,” you huff but make little to no attempt at pushing him away, only giving his shoulders a slight push, not wanting to hurt him in his inebriated state. 

“No it’s not,” he childishly protests but becomes quiet as he examines your face with his steel-grey eyes. Despite your flustered state from his closeness, your eyes don’t stray from his as he takes you in, “wow, Vanessa,” he whispers your name with so much adoration, your heart can’t help but lurch with a sickening hope, “you’re so beautiful,” he leans closer, was he going to kiss you?! His nose lands on your shoulder and he whispers into the fabric of your shirt, “and so soft… you smell nice…” he holds you closer and groans in drunken delight, “I want to hold you forever,”

“Sirius, you’re drunk,” you say firmly, using your teacher's voice on him, which was fitting for his childish mannerisms. He’s so different now from the man who moved like a prowling, debonair wolf. 

“No I’m not!” he meets your eyes with defiance but relents when you give him the very same look you give your kids when you catch them misbehaving, “Maybe a little but that doesn’t take away from your beauty, Doll,” he reasons and chuckles deeply at your stunned and bashful expression, “gimme your number,” he demands, relaxed but firm, his confident command making your heart ache with want even though there’s a persistent voice in the back of your mind telling you that it’s not true. He doesn’t want my number… habitually, you turn to your friend, who watches the exchange excitedly with your other friends. She was prettier, she was the prettiest — surely it was her number that Sirius wanted.

Curious over what had your attention, Sirius follows your eyes to meet with your friend’s just as you turn around to face him again and witness the exchange of glances between the two. 

I knew it… 

“Your number, doll?” Sirius asks, his attention back on you as he raises his phone for you to add your contact in. 

You push him away to do so but with your friend’s contact, “here,” hurriedly giving back his phone, you turn to your friends and hide away your disappointment and heartbreak. How dare you get your hopes up like that? You know how it always ends. How could a charming, funny and handsome guy like Sirius ever want to be with someone like you? 

Your thoughts spiral negatively and you swear to never get your hopes up again but are pulled out of it when you hear your friend’s phone ring from across the table. Snapping your head up, you watch your beautiful friend reach for her phone only for the ringing to suddenly stop and you’re forcefully turned around to face a very sober-looking Sirius, “I asked for your number, Dollface,” he raises a hand to caress your soft cheek with the back of his fingers, his touch gentle and kind despite the dark look in his eyes, “not hers,” Sirius feels somewhat insulted, “I know what I want,” ‘you’ his eyes say silently but earnestly, “I’m not letting you decide for me,” 

A/N : i really wish i could have developed this more but i swore to myself that each cake request had to be between 1 to 2k words just to be fair and so i don't tire myself out with requests. Vanessa! my darling! i hope this did you justice! im sorry if it's not enough, i wish i could do more but i did my best for you, my love!

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

[sweetracha]

Silly thoughts about Han's reaction to you absolutely hunting down your favorite photo card of him; the way you furiously scroll on your phone trying to find Maxident era Han holding flowers, and he's sitting next to you like, "Bunny... You know you have me, right?" And you just shake your head, "It's not the same, have you SEEN that picture?!"

Oh yes! I feel like it would be to prove a point!

Let's say you were "helping" his stylist with the met gala look. (In reality you were begging her to bring that hair back after he betrayed you by cutting it)

Han is sat on the couch, completely forgotten, as you scroll frantically trying to find the photo. She needed to SEE the inspiration.

"Bunny...I'm right here. You don't need to find it"

"YES I DO!"

"Just look through your photocards then..."

"I DONT HAVE THAT ONE!"

He finds the frustration quite cute on you

"Baby ill get you one"

"It's not the same!"

[seongminiz]

Minhee cockwarming? :3

(ily mootie pls i feel so bad that the fandom has abandoned us)

MINHEE COCKWARMING

he would try sooo hard to keep himself composed bc it definitely was his idea n he wants to prove he has enough self control to do it so bad but u feel so good around him acting all unbothered .. it won't be long before hes reduced to a whiny mess begging u to let him move , face all flushed red n eyes filled with tears as hes basically turned into a puppy in heat :3 he'll probably end up cumming earlier than he wants to bc his brain is reduced to nothing but thoughts of how good it feels to be inside u n how much he wants to breed u

on a softer note tho , cockwarming with minhee while cuddling :(( would probably turn into some somno-adjacent situation where u both just eventually end up dozing off n every time one of u wakes up maybe they move a little eliciting soft moans from the other but it doesn't escalate into anything else aaa im going to cry over this im so srs

[sweetracha]

KACII!!!! NOT ME READING THIS ON BREAK?!?!?!

Thinking abt minho eating pussy like its ice cream....

Like mans would full LATCH onto your shit,then tounge fuck you....(ASJGKDJSHVKWNWKCJQJ-) AND AND HE WOULD SO SPIT ON IT- IM- 😍🫣🤭🤭 then your eyes turn glossy n shit and your like "damn....why he fucking my shit up 😔?". He would also take your ability to walk by eating you out...LIKE HOW?!?! (ive NEVA got my poosay ate before so ion know what it feels like 😔💔)

-🪼

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Kitten Licks

Jellyfish nonie, I fully believe Minho would be the type to HAPPILY spend his hours lazily licking and eating you out like you were the worlds finest soft serve ice cream!!

❣ Summary: Greed was a devilish thing to a man who simply wanted to eat you like an ice cream cone. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 458 ❣ Warnings: Slight Dom! Minho, oral, fingering, spit play, degradation, implied multiple orgasms, pussy drunk Minho ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Minho is referred to as Min, Reader is referred to as Kitten and greedy ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

You’re not sure how long you’ve been spread on your bed - it could’ve been a day, a week, two hours, 45 minutes, the concept of time evaded you as you fought the roll of your eyes; your chest rising and falling with heavy pants.

“M-Min- Minho-”

He hummed against your clit in response, the act only serving to make you arch off of the bed with a choked moan - you were so sensitive, so fucking sensitive and he was the cause of it all.

“Kitten,” he huffed, pulling away from your pulsing cunt with an air of annoyance and sheer audacity, “if you have something to say, then say it - I’m sort of busy here.”

Oh, how you wished you could punch him, but he’d essentially finger and tongue fucked all the strength out of you - all of the sense out of you.

Your legs were bent at the knee and spread on the bed, his head previously laying against the inside of your left thigh as he lazily licked and suckled at your clit, nimble fingers stroking at your dripping hole and bringing more of your arousal out for him to lap up.

You’re not sure how many orgasms he was able to pull from you just from this technique alone; it felt like after the first one hit, each one that followed came in waves that were slowly built off of the previous, each one more intense, lasting even longer. 

“Please, I want you.”

“And you have me, don’t you?”

The nonplussed look he leveled you with sent chills down your spine, your walls clenching around the two fingers stuck within you like a placeholder, pacifying you until he was ready to give you something more.

“Oh - you’re just being greedy, aren’t you?” He tsked, curling his fingers to graze the softness of your g-spot, “Four- Five orgasms, and you’re still not satisfied - not until you’ve been stuffed full of my dick, hm?”

A flash of mischief streaked across his face, and before you knew it he was sliding a third finger past your sensitive walls, setting a pace that flexed the muscles in his bicep and made the veins in his arm pop.

“Oh my g- Minho!” Your body writhed - well, as much as it could as he kept you spread for him with even stronger arms, incomprehensible moans and babbles leaving you through choked sobs and electrified overstimulation.

“Give me two more,” he gritted before dipping his head down, lapping messily at your clit before licking around where his fingers were currently drilling inside of you, collecting your arousal in his mouth before spitting it right back onto your pussy. “Two more, then we’ll see if you’ve got enough sense left for my cock.”

[fr0st-km]

ro ro on a boat

OH MY GOODNESS AIFGKSHDJSJSKAHD

GENTLY DOWN THE STREAMMMM MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY LIFE IS BUT A DREAMMMM

ROLLO ON A BOAT WHAT IS HE GOING TO DOOOO

[starrbright]

Kuroo is someone who can't stop touching you. As soon as he's home his fingers are on your curves, sinking deep into your flesh with the strength of his grip like he's terrified you'll disappear on him. He's the one who works, he's the one who leaves every morning, you're currently looking for a new job.

So why is it you are the one whose always manhandled away from the stove, with his work-tired eyes crinkling at you from behind his glasses. His hands search a little too far because you are trying to make dinner but it's so fucking distracting when they slip under you loose cotton shirt and touch the gentle rolls of your stomach. Your body gives way to him though, as he presses needy kisses to the underside of your jaw, like he's certain if he has his lips on you, he won't ever have to leave again. "Testurou," you whine, glancing over your shoulder at the stove. "At least let me turn it off." He huffs not quite a negative but not quite an agreement, his tightening grasp is answer enough. "We can't let dinner burn or god, the house burst into flames," you sigh as you cup the back of his neck and press your forehead to his. His hazel eyes narrow in that way that makes you feel alive. It sends zaps of electricity through you nerves. It's something you only see when he looks at you, talks about his job, or guards the net on the volley ball court. The latter has been something you haven't seen since high school, when you knew who he was but you were just another face in the crowd at school. "Fine," he sighs, moving to drop his face into the crook of your neck like you've denied him all things necessary in life in that one instant. "I'll be back," you promise, because you always flit towards him like a moth to the flame. You may have fallen first, but from the way he watches you, you know even now after the two years you've been together, he's fallen harder.

oh wow

what did i do to deserve this

thank you 😭😭😭😭😭😔😔😔😔😔😔

[doggyfood]

What if Villain! Asher and regular Asher swapped dimensions

What would their reaction be?

Hm...

Well...

I'd think v!Asher would be... Confused, to say the least.

Between the pink void and strange creature that seemed to follow him.

Bee would, most definitely, confuse him.

He wonders what kind of creature they are, or if they are some kind of gone wrong experiment...

Maybe some sort of dragon or ... Something

Asher, on the other hand..

Would just be absolutely lost

The disheveled world would be.. alot to take in.

and the fact that some... Talking critter is following him around..

(oh shit new antag Asher lore? hmmm...)

( @i-give-u--art ~~~)

[resident-cake-anon]

[fe artscuffle] portrait dump #2 -w-

aka cake anon is bad at consistency anyways ty for letting me draw your lovelies <3

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[kiirer]

Tell me about your ocs >:3

WJSJSJS I PANICKED WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS ASK /pos

cw: alcohol, death/murder, sexual assault (not in detail - but it's there), grooming

okok i have a lot of ocs but ill talk about my three silliest guys!! i have two main oc universes, one called ataraksja/ataraxia (the one ill talk about in a moment) and terra del sole (late medieval fantasy kinda thing)

ataraxia was one of two main ideas epicurus, a greek philosopher, was known for - the other being epicureanism. ataraxia is state in which full peace of mind is achieved, it is an unreachable ideal state.

The "protagonist" (it used to have a plot but it changed so many times theres basically nothing now. im better at characters' personal life stories and relationships than coming up with plots) of ataraxia is Inka Zając, a young adult struggling with an addiction! I came up with his name when i opened a cupboard and saw the child-appropriate coffee tube

Inka is rather reserved and aloof, he does not speak unless spoken to and his social skills are mediocre at best. He's also narcoleptic; he takes meds, but then stops at one point.

As a barely 12 year old child he once helped his friend's sister by assisting her in disposing of a dead body. This is not important at the moment

After the death of his mom an unspecified amount of time ago (probably when he was around 16-17?), Inka's mother's drinking gets worse. Dagmara would occasionally drink recreatively, especially with her wife, Joasia, but now she uses it as a way to drown her sorrows. After prolonged exposure to her behaviour Inka takes after her, his mom's death impacted him greatly as well, and he doesn't want to feel useless and depressed all of the time. A little after his 18th birthday his only friend, with whom he had a sort of weird codependent relationship with, left him. Before this Inka would often steal from his mother (which often ended in her scolding him or sometimes, as her state worsened, physical violence even), but now he could buy alcohol on his own. (How did he afford this? I don't know. There's multiple ways i think.)

Now he's about 20 and he meets his longtime friend again, at a funeral - hyperthyroidism increases the risk of a heart attack and so does alcohol. Inka was hiding in his room at the time it happened, not wishing to have anything to do with Dagmara at the moment.

He recognizes Arlo's stupid face almost immediately. They both have to be there early, considering Inka was currently Dasia's closest relative, as she had no siblings and her parents were long dead. Considering Inka's state Arlo was supposed to give a speech instead of him. As a child he spent a lot of time over at the Zając family's house.

Arlo himself is rather charismatic and friendly, he's easy to make a conversation with. However he has a quite short temper and tends to get overly emotional easily. He's easy to fluster or embarass as well as to irritate, all three commonly used against him.

For his background - he grew up in a very.. tense household. When he was maybe 4 or 5 years old his parents had a divorce and he and his sister stayed with their father while their mother, Karina, left for good (she still had to pay child support, of course, but she just didn't want to contact any of them anymore. Neither did the dad). I won't get into the reasons because there's a lot of.. weird, maybe even a little creepy, behaviours included...!!! but!!! basically their mother was not a very good person. the dad wasn't neccessarily an angel either but he was way less bad at least. Arlo's sister, Alla, is 8 years older than him and she still remembers all of the abuse (from Karina) she had to endure. Arlo barely remembers her. He only really knows her face from the paintings hanging on the walls of the very empty now house.

Alla silently feels envious of her brother for having it way easier than her, but at the same time she reminds herself that he wouldn't have deserved that either. It was worse when she was younger, but considering she is almost 30 at the moment she has long realized that it was just misdirected resentment which was supposed to be aimed at Karina.

Arlo deeply admires Alla, going as far as copying her style, her hair, and even her name, when he came out, around 6th grade. Their father didn't really care and Alla was supportive and except for maybe a bit of trouble at school it went well (in my country elementary school lasts for 8 years, so - Arlo probably sent someone to the hospital once by headbutting them or something and no one really felt like bothering him anymore). There was another incident about 8 years before the funeral stuff - Arlo was assaulted and for about a year he struggled to do anything, he was just a child, and so the support from Alla, Dasia and her wife, Joanna was very important.

Back to the present - Inka was suprised at how tidy Arlo looked. His hair was unnaturally straight and his bangs were parted evenly, he was wearing a proper suit and tie as well. All that didn't fit was the horns that decorated the top of his head. Inka would lightheartedly offer to cut them off, perhaps using a saw, to which Arlo'd react with mock-shock, telling him he's crazy, etc. Then he laughs for a little too long, sending himself into a coughing fit while Inka watches absentmindedly. As Arlo coughed up ooze he simply turned away. Seeing that, Arlo reassured him it was alright and that his throat was just a little dry. Inka rolled his eyes before leaving to join the other guests in the church.

Inka fell asleep halfway but was later abruptly woken up due to cold water being splashed in his face by his dear old friend! He caught a cold later probably. After paying respects to the dead woman it was time for repast, during which nothing relevant happened, Inka just had to make small talk with relatives, which was annoying, but doable. The harder part was pretending to be fully sober, especially as the repast went on.

Pretending to be sober also proved quite difficult as Arlo tried to get closer to Inka again, to Inka's dismay. He felt bad when Arlo praised him for not letting the addiction take over his life and Inka felt guilty knowing that he still drinks, just not as much when he's supposed to meet up with him.

Inka inteprets all this as Arlo simply wishing to be friends once more, and partially that is right, though he did have an ulterior motive as well. That is trying to invite him into this definitely-not-a-cult thing, this being an occasion for Arlo to prove himself

Arlo's mother left and his father was emotionally distant - it wasn't long before he started viewing one of his mother's old acquaintances as a sort of new mother figure. She taught him virtues that she had learned from her mother before. She taught him religion, she taught him fear, she taught him love and she taught him hope. Alla couldn't take care of him when she was in university, he thought he was all alone against the world and so it was not all that hard for him to believe her when she said she wanted to help.

Tatiana taught him about the saviour to come from beyond the stars, to blind all creatures of the day and to fill the world with eternal darkness.

This fairytale did raise questions in Arlo eventually, all of which Tatiana gracefully answered with careful half-truths or dismissed. Most important of all, every time he did this she reminded him that he is special.

Special, special..

She said there would come one day on which the saviour would be born, some day soon even. Arlo doubted this, but seeing it bring Tanya joy and most importantly, hope, he decided to entertain this idea.

Tanya's family had been guarding a seemingly meaningless relic for generations; a simple family heirloom, a flower yet to bloom, though it was like no other.

What happened next is kind of hard to explain, mostly because of it being an uncomfortable topic, but to sum it up Arlo is soon forced to eat the aforementioned snakefruit. It is full of ichor and the outside's texture is very.. fleshy and off-tasting. It's repulsive, to say the least. Like a pulsing piece of meat. He asked for it himself when he heard Tanya mention that it's special, just like he is, but he soon regretted ever agreeing upon this. Arlo's mind was hazy, fuzzy, and all he could remember vividly from this was the fact it was disgusting, it was hard to swallow and he almost choked a couple of times.

Arlo did his best to convince himself that it was his own idea. That all was well. He tried to make it seem, to himself, like he was (still) in control.

(He did it to impress Tanya. She wanted him to do this. She wanted this to happen. Tanya still cares for him and his wellbeing, though her way of thinking is incredibly flawed. Despite caring for Arlo, she vowed to punish him for this heinous act of disrespect against the saviour from beyond the stars.

Inka knows that he's probably boring, that he's hard to talk to, especially considering he is grieving and struggling mentally. Half of the time when Arlo tries to visit him Inka simply sleeps trough the sound of the doorbell. The other half of the time he is drawn out of his house forcibly by Arlo, who keeps beckoning him to spend time together. He doesn't understand what Arlo wants because he feels numb and he knows he's not very fun to be around. He doesn't provide much to their conversations, it's like talking to a wall. Normally he'd be talkative, especially with someone he knows so well, but now even if he was able to get a word out he wouldn't simply because he felt like Arlo abandoned him consciously.

Inka did not blame him for his condition, of course, but he felt betrayed when his best friend of so many years left so suddenly with seemingly no regrets.

Little did he know, Arlo had many regrets! Though that's probably a topic for another time!

Over the course of many months Inka opens up more, slowly, as Arlo continues to pester (/affectionate) him with his presence. Inka still drinks, but a little less (mostly because he can't afford it😔😔 but he'd probably tell Arlo it's due to some way cooler sounding reason like nobility or morality), a small step in the right direction! However, as he drinks less and as the months go by he can easily tell Arlo's mental and physical condition is getting worse. He exhausts himself quickly and he gets coughing fits more and more often. He tends to lean over, especially when sitting, as if he is in pain. A few times he (nearly or actually) throws up or passes out, even if just for a moment.

Finally, sometime, Arlo is able to coerce Inka into joining the weird faith group, unofficially led by Tanya (and a bunch who aren't important atm).

Tatiana declares that Arlo is to be sacrificed for the saviour from beyond the stars. To prove himself as well, she appoints the newest member as the executioner

Arlo's frozen in fear and Inka's terrified as well, he asks whether he really has to do it, whether someone else can't.. to which Tanya simply responds by saying she'll find a different trial for him then. Arlo's even more uncomfortable with the idea of being brutally executed by someone else. As for what happens next I feel like it is summed up well here

As he sits over the dead body, Inka watches something pulse inside Arlo's desecrated body. He watches an unfamiliar white mass tear it apart further as it slithers out in the form of a winged snake

For the first time in her life Tanya experiences true regret.

And now Inka's stuck with a weird star thing that has somehow gotten attached to him.

Weles is a shapeshifter - it's hard to define what they are and the closest is to say they're simply a star. Like the sun.

They can change colour and shape. They can speak, hear, see, taste, feel... when they want to. The bigger their form, the further the "organs" are scattered, the harder it is to be able to keep their senses!

Inka relapses. He tries to sleep trough most of the day, occasionally interrupted by Weles desperately trying to get his attention. Sometimes they'd intentionally take on Arlo's form to just toy with him. Sometimes they'd pretend to be a book, a fork, an apple, whatever! Just to play with Inka, to get a rise out of him.

There's a lot to say about these two specifically but i don't want it to be twice as long as it is right now

At some point Inka becomes used enough to their presence to not react so negatively, maybe. He just grows numb to everything, pretty much, just wanting his moms and Arlo back. Sometimes he'd beg Weles to take on Arlo's form on purpose, to apologize, to hug and to kiss, to just be there...

Weles does have a main physical form that's not supposed to resemble anyone, it's the fully white one with wings and long hair! It does bear some purposeful resemblances to Arlo (in their refs specifically!!) but i'll talk about it another time

ahdjssfj this is so long already but umm i can talk more about their relationships/dynamics! weles and inka actually get married at one point canonically. and i have a happy au where theyre poly and happy - an au where Weles somehow just. exists anyway. if Arlo was alive somehow after Weles left his body he would resent them. if Inka and Arlo switched places Arlo would resent Weles to hell and back.

[kquil]

HIS FLORIST, HER TATTOOIST

PAIR. : Sirius Black x Lilly (moot)

SUM. : Lilly is the florist working in the flower shop next door and Sirius is the tattooist with a growing crush and unhelpful friends...

TAGS. : biker sirius ; tattooist sirius ; florist lilly ; booklover lilly ; romance at a bookshop ; remus' birthday is coming up ; silent pinning ; leather-wearing sirius ; puppy love ; fluff ; cuteness! ; my moots are adorable and this proves it!

LENGTH : 1.9k

DEDICATED TO @somewereinthegalaxi (1k cake request)

EVENT : CLOSED

The first time Sirius saw you, he couldn’t believe his eyes. You were a beauty. Your long, wavy brown hair was always accompanied by some sort of breeze and he wanted nothing more than to bury his face into your locks and breath in your fragrance. He bets you smell like the sweetest, most alluring blossom. You’re short and pretty, the perfect height and figure for him to wrap his arms around and squeeze, just so he could stare into your gorgeous doe-like eyes, press a kiss onto your button nose and eventually your perfect, full lips. 

And the fact that you had been working next door to him for, who knows how long, without his realisation has his mind scrambled. Have you seen him already? He hopes to god you don’t know—

“Oh she knows,” Remus chuckles from beside him, which makes the dark-haired tattoo artist groan. He can’t even protest the statement, “you’re not really the shy type when it comes to your pursuits,” 

Sirius looks over his shoulder as he leans back against his parked motorcycle. Past the glass of your flower shop, he sees you float around the space, in between stretching stems, dangling foliage and delicately proffering petals. It was like you were dancing a beautiful waltz; a ballerina on a stage. 

Ever the encouraging brother-figure, James claps Sirius on the shoulder with an bright smile, “No worries Padfoot, she’ll come around to you eventually, just lay on the charm like you usually do,” 

“I don’t want to,” the biker protests weakly, a small blossom of appreciation awaking in his chest from James’ encouragement. 

“How come?”

Sirius didn’t know how to respond – his own silence and lack of a straight answer making him wince. He was never the best at deciphering his own emotions, a flaw that has pushed many romantic interests away. A permanent deterrent in his life. But, ever the observant and intuitive friend, Remus answers for him, “you don’t want to treat her like all those other girls, huh?” a look of soft pride settles into the brunette's features, before a gentle chuckle passes his lips, “finally growing up, I see?”

“Sod off, Moony,” he snaps half-heartedly as his two best friends laugh at him – all in good fun, never with ill-intent and he eventually joins them. 

You weren’t oblivious to the stares, no. How could you be? Someone that handsome with that many girls lined up just to be around him was someone you couldn’t ignore. What struck you as completely odd, however, was why he had suddenly taken such an interest in you and why in the world did he frequent your street so often? 

In your peripheral, you watch as another dolled up girl approaches him with fluttering lashes and a sickly-sweet smile. All while he leans his frame against a lamppost situated outside your quaint little flower shop, smoking a cigarette. 

That awful habit seemed to be his only vice. On a normal day, you’re not a big fan of smokers, however, he frustratingly makes the flaw rather attractive when associated with his character. A character of rather long, dark locks; steel grey eyes; unblemished pale skin and angular features, he looks like a character straight out of a fairy tale. You can easily see him becoming one of your favourite characters if he ever was in one. It makes you sigh – a cross between dreamy and despondent – and turn away from the scene unfolding outside your shop window. 

The jealousy stirring in your stomach was unfounded; it wasn’t appropriate for you to feel as though you had some claim over him when you didn’t even know him personally. However, you childishly wanted to argue that having seen him out there, smoking his cigarette in his all-black, leather attire, almost every since you’ve opened up the shop grounded your otherwise unreasonable possessiveness with some sensibility. Breathing another sigh, you tend to your tulips before turning towards the decorative flora you had yet to organise and display. 

Although…

A thought occurs to you. 

He no longer seems to be the pursuer as of late…

You wonder what’s changed.  

Out of all places, you never thought to see him in a bookshop! Your – he isn’t yours! You remind yourself – mysterious philanderer in leather was going between the Philosophy and Classical Literature sections of the bookshop and you felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. A leather-clad romeo who favoured philosophy and classical literature genres? Was he the poetic and romantic sort too? You wanted desperately to freely cultivate more affection for him but feared the consequences of doing so. It was frightening how much you adored him despite being complete strangers to each other.

It takes you a while to realise that in your inner turmoil, you’ve unintentionally begun to stare at him. And, upon perceiving the action, immediately tried to look away if it weren’t for the troubled expression you glimpse of his perfect face. Irritation visibly furrows his brow as the weight of burden draws his lips down into a frown. Looking down, in his hands are two books and it dawns on you his dilemma. It’s a war you often find yourself in whenever you’re in the bookshop too and a blossom of sympathy blooms in your chest for his situation. With silent footsteps, you approach his towering figure, pressed on by a surge of confidence. The familiarity and relatability of his predicament encourages you to reach out a helping hand but, as you draw near and his broad shoulders grow larger, appearing more daunting than ever, your steps falter. Maybe you shouldn’t?... 

Biting your lip, you argue with yourself for a moment and inevitably let your self-doubt win. Your reaching hand lowers and your shoulders slump, with a suppressed sigh, you turn and move to step away from his figure. 

Your – he’s not yours! – unnamed, mysterious, handsome leather-clad casanova will have to remain a stranger…

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas or Letters from a Stoic by Seneca? 

It was a hard choice but one that Sirius needed to make urgently for Remus’ upcoming birthday. The Count of Monte Cristo was a novel Remus loved. He already had a well-loved (worn) paperback copy that he had read through multiple times, so getting him a special edition hardcover of the novel would be a wise purchase. However, that was a rather safe option. Turning to examine the other book in hand, Sirius contemplates his friend’s more recent interest in Philosophy, especially stoicism. But was Seneca a good choice or should he go for Meditations by Marcus Aurelius? Was that option too customary?

Perhaps if he had the book with him…

Turning around, Sirius is slow to lift his eyes and ends up walking straight into you just as you were turning away. His eyes snap up and his arms reach forward when he hears your yelp and feels the collision of your body against his. In a matter of seconds, he’s pulled you safely into his chest, dropping the books in his hands to secure your safety. 

“Whoa!” he chuckles nervously under his breath, “Sorry about that, dollface,” he doesn’t hurry to move away, not wanting to shock you further with any more sudden movements and definitely not because he was immediately inebriated by your alluring fragrance nor the softness of your smaller body against his. 

“I-It’s okay,” you let out a soft, nervous laugh in return and twist in his arms to look up at him. In that moment, the world stops spinning and Sirius finds his breath stolen away by the sight of your sweet, doe eyes, cute button nose and kissable full lips. 

You’re the flower shop girl…  

“Oh!” you blink at him in surprise and he swallows his awe of adoration, “You know my flower shop?” 

Fuck! I said that out loud didn’t I?

Giggling, you nod, still in his arms but not seeming to mind in the least bit, “yes, you did,”

“Sorry about that, doll,” he hastily removes his arms from around you and hurriedly goes to pick up the two books he dropped in the collision. From afar you were an untouchable daydream constantly enticing him through glass windows but up close, you’re a dream come true, pretty and sweet and perfectly suited to be in his arms. This new unshakable feeling is the first time he’s ever felt around a girl. He’s had plenty of lovers in the past but no one has had such a disarming effect on him like you and you were a complete stranger. 

His voice is hypnotic and sweet, smooth and deliciously melodic to your ears. And the way he called you ‘dollface’! You’re weak in the knees and this close to drooling over the man. Desperately needing a distraction, you fix your eyes onto the covers of the books he picks up from the floor. The book titles catch your eye and immediately has you starting up conversations, which, thankfully, Sirius was more than eager to participate in, grateful for the change in topic. 

Come to find out, he, unfortunately, wasn’t the secret literary romantic you had imagined him to be but the research he conducted behind the scenes for his friend, Remus, touched your heart. In fact, that made him more attractive than the potential that he was a classics-lover. 

“Hey uh,” Sirius starts, catching your attention as you turn to face him, “I really appreciate you helping me out with this, Lilly,” he motions to his bookshop purchase and bites his lip from the radiant smile you face him with. God you’re so pretty…

“It was no problem, it was finally nice meeting you, Sirius,” your sweet voice makes his name sound so much lovelier than it really is.

“I’d love to return the favour…” he whispers, his voice is deep and dulcet, and you finally witness his casanova tendencies firsthand. There’s a tempting glint in his eyes as they look down on you while his hand gently brings your knuckles to his lips, “will you let me give you a ride home, dollface?”

“Yes please…” you sigh breathlessly, so starry-eyed that you couldn’t even feel embarrassed. Not that Sirius let on ever noticing your sudden dreamlike propensity. With a smile and a gentle hand on your lower back, he leads you outside to stand before a familiar looking motorbike. 

“This is my bike,” he says proudly, grinning as he turns to you and begins to shrug off his leather jacket. For a moment, you mull over where you’ve seen that bike before. It didn’t take you too long, however, as a gasp of shock and realisation leaves your parted lips when you glimpse Sirius’ heavily tattooed arms. And your mind finally pieces everything together. 

“Y-You’re the…”

“I work in the tattoo shop next to you,” he chuckles, taking your moment of shock to drape his leather jacket around you, “there, so you can stay warm,” he whispers fondly, eyes warm and soft as they take you in. Unable to help himself, Sirius leans down to press a kiss into the crown of your head, and moans softly at the fragrance of your hair wafting up his nose and into his brain. You make his head so foggy, you’re like a dangerous pill. But a pill he’ll gladly take over and over again until nearly poisoned and made an addict. 

“All this time…” you utter softly, feeling a heat rise up your neck and to your cheeks. 

He laughs in good humour, “I know,” he rummages around for a spare helmet. Turning back to you, he finds you swamped under his jacket and innocently looking up at him with the sweetest look.

God he could kiss you right now…

“Oh um…I-I wouldn’t complain but you should, at least, take me out to dinner first…” you joke despite the sudden onslaught of fluttering butterflies in your stomach. 

Fuck…he said it out loud again!

“Yes, yes you did,”

A/N : im so sorry for how late this is darling! it really wasn't my intention, i think my perfectionism really got in the way, again i needed to keep this under 2k words but easily could have written up to 5k with the plot lines i was coming up with for it gah! the possibilities were endless and i wanted it to be so perfect for you! i hope it's to your liking for now, i love you so much ( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

1K MILESTONE MLIST

[sweetracha]

Now, my sweet peachie🍑 Since you helped me out in making sure i did not think about changbinnie, im gonna also help you not think about Channie being desperate to fuck you!<3

How he'd most definitely come home late from the studio just to snuggle in behind you. Nuzzling his head in your neck as he ruts against your leg.

"hmm?" youd say through sleepy eyes, feeling him rock hard on your thigh.

"Babygirl Channie needs you now, please." His big, veiny hands would grasp your tits under your shirt, and he'd flip on top of you. His eyes closed, heavy with sleep.

"Need you baby, need to feel your warm cunt, please."

He sounds like he's made of glass ready to shatter any second. Your hands would sleepily press his broad back to your chest, fingernails lightly scratching his skin.

He'd rut into you, now pressed harsh against your cunt, his cock stimulating your clit, making you writhe.

"C-couldn't stop thinking about filling this little cunt babygirl."

"Channie put it in quickly, n-need you too."

He'd waste no time pulling his cock out, pushing into your wet heat. A yelp would slip past both yours and his lips as he didn't wait for you to adjust to his big cock. His pumps would be steady at first but grow more and more frantic.

"Oh fuck yes, there, you feel so fucking good, I missed you so much," his mouth would land on your tits, making sloppy circles and kisses with his tongue and lips. His hot breath against your nipples would make them ultra sensitive.

"I'm leaking into you princess, I'm not lasting long," his eyes would be screwed shut. His hips speeding up, his thrusts so sloppy. His broad chest pressed to yours heaves like he's about to sob.

"Channie, a-are you okay?" you say, holding tight to him.

"I just need you so bad babygirl. Spread wider baby, I need in deeper."

"A-always need you too Channie, cock feels s-so good."

Your legs are shaking from how hard his big cock is pumping you, feeling yourself be pushed closer and closer to your delicious edge.

…..

I’m so happy I was here to encourage you NOT to think about that🫶🏻

Okay okay okay, Estee I think you would be proud of me for NOT THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY AT WORK

(Do you understand how hard it is to bake cookies while horny?!)

I will not think about the mix of needy Chan with Dom Chan. It totally isn't something that my sub heart NEEDS in life...no...

No way did the thought of Chan slowly getting more and more possessive the more his needs are satisfied.

Chan whines to get inside of you but the second he sinks in a switch flips inside and all of a sudden you are the one withering under him.

"Fuck babydoll, you got daddy so addicted to you he almost forgot his place. Where is his place bunny? Right here, fucking you until every single thought leaves that pretty little head of yours."

[seongminiz]

piss anon i’m not stealing your thunder, you just inspired me to personally come after jo 😊😊💗

ok but whining and begging minhee to stop fucking you so you can go pee and he just splays his hand across your lower belly and gives it a little push, encouraging you to make a mess all over yourself for him :) “i’m not done with you, so you might as well go here”

THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK AGAINST JO SEONGMINIZ I REPEAT THIS IS A PERSONAL ATTACK AGAINST JO SEONGMINIZ N I WONT STAND FOR THIS ANYMORE /lh

the way i've been thinking abt this the whole day .. brain : rotted . i just kept rereading this ask giggling n kicking my feet like an idiot istg ...

minhee telling u to just go there but u shake ur head n keep begging him to stop , that u dont want to make a mess , especially not on him . but thats exactly what minhee wants n hes so so evil bc he definitely didnt make sure u drank just a little more water than usual before fucking u n he definitely did not plan for this at all !!

not his fault he thinks u look so pretty under him when the pressure of his hand on ur lower stomach becomes too much , eyes full of tears as u have no choice but piss all over him n yourself , ur body shaking slightly as he keeps fucking into u with slow, deep thrusts.

'there you go, good job,' praising u n calling u his good puppy as he wipes the tears off ur face n cums deep inside u :(

srry had to add the puppy thing . reason : it was revealed to me through a divine vision .

[miumura]

me rn (cause we held u hostage to write that one)

im in the studio with tears streaming down my face to work on it js for u guys (that might be a lie)

[silquids]

HI LIZZIE!! YOU'RE THEME IS SO CUTE OMG

hiiiii lunaaaa 🤍 NO PLEASE UR THEME IS WAYYY BETTER THAN MINE

[doggyfood]

@i-give-u--art , @superstxrsworld

Laxina is an alcoholic now ~~

Bee and Ash are still gay :3