#FUCKK DOES THIS MAKE ANY SENSE

[bizlybebo]

like think about it. if xavier truly doesn't remember the greyscale arc he's probably going to think that david bell is solely responsible for jade going missing. and if david bell took his best friend from him then xavier can take david's brother, ie william. does this make any sense

[slytherinboysvip]

All alone| D.M

(Smut, Toxic ex Draco Malfoy, slight degradation, slapping)

You and Draco are exes, occasional fuck buddies, you miss him, but you don’t. (yes you do)

heavily based off “coming down” by the weekend

Draco Malfoy. Your ex, your fuck buddy, the person you desperately miss the most. The party boy. The breakup wasn’t recent, but it wasn’t that long ago either. You’ve managed to see Draco at each party Pansy’s dragged you to, and you’ve been told he’s been at all house parties since.

You were laying on your bed reading when you started getting a call from.. Draco. You answered the phone, almost too quickly but to no avail you heard a very intoxicated Draco. “Darling, I’ve been bad again. Sometimes I forget what you mean to me, I need you” You didn’t have time to respond before the call ended.

You called him back and he immediately picked up “You’ve never been the one to call me, Love” You rolled your eyes not wanting to deal with him tonight “Find some whore to fuck Dray”. You hung up the phone and he called right back, declined. Again , and again, and again.

Finally the texts started coming through, “I always want you when I’m coming down darling” “Come on Y/n I’m all alone, I know you are too” “You know you want me too love”. You wanted to say you were better than what you were about to do, but you sent the message, “Be here in 5”.

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A few pregame shots later you felt more ready for this encounter, not really knowing what to expect you heard the door knob wobbling “Y/n”. You opened the door and were immediately pulled into a kiss, Draco’s arms wrapping around your torso squeezing tightly, his lips hungrily going against yours.

Not even attempting to fight for dominance in the kiss, already folding into your ex boyfriends arms and loosing all sense his tongue entered your mouth and he pushed you against the wall. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue and it was strong. But his cologne. Fuck his cologne, it filled you senses, like a drug to you making you feel just as intoxicated as he was.

His hand snaked up towards your neck and grasped it, feeling his rings squeeze against your skin slightly pinching causing a soft moan to escape from your lips. “You always sound so delicious” Draco groaned pushing himself up against you, feeling how hard he was perfectly.

You couldn’t wait any longer, “Just fuck me already dray, please”. He wasted no time ripping your clothes off and throwing you onto your bed. He inched towards you taking his shirt off and inching his boxers down, hard dick immediately popping out making a noise plopping against his stomach. “mm fuck” you mumbled already dripping at the sight.

This was a sight you always fucking missed. Without hesitation he shoved himself into you letting out a groan “fuckk”. “I can never replace this fucking pussy” Draco’s pace began to quicken and you were getting used to the size already moaning out “Slow down dray fuck fuck” You tried pushing against his stomach slowing him down, but he pinned your hands above your head.

He still wore the chain you bought him, seeing it dangle above your head as he fucks into you does something. As fucking crazy as it sounds the thought of him wearing it even if he’s fucking someone else, he’ll always just want me. “Say you’re mine Dray” You looked him deep in the eyes, he didn’t hesitate before speaking “I’ll never stop being yours Darling”.

He brought his left hand down to your clit and started rubbing it in circles at a fast pace making you see stars. “Youre not done till I’m done slut” You came as those words left his mouth, he knew just how to make you cum. Overstimulation was his favorite how could you forget.

He continued pounding into you with no ending in sight, both his hands moved down to you hips pulling you as close to the edge as possible and slamming into you hard and fast. His head tilted back and he let his moans out without a care “Your pussy feels so heavenly, and being such a good girl”

You were in your own world of pleasure at this point, eyes rolling and a moaning mess; Draco slapped you back into reality- literally. “So beautiful”. “Thank you sir” You moaned out, missing the way things were but things feeling aligned in the moment. You could feel another orgasm building up and Draco could tell.

“Not yet darling. Go bend over your desk for me, end the night off right.” You tried getting up but were already feeling weak in the knees, though you could walk he lifted you and you balanced yourself over the desk. “Now spread those legs open for me princess”, you did as he said and his dick was slammed back deep into you swollen gushing pussy.

Grabbing onto your ass and giving it a tight squeeze he harshly slapped it a few times for sure leaving a bruise, “If you fuck another guy he’ll know your still mine” His thrusts somehow got rougher after that sentence, causing you to moan out in pain and pleasure. Your orgasm was finally building back up, knot building deep in your stomach ready to be unraveled.

“Please I’m gonna cum fuck!” You managed to let out before your words turned into moans and your eyes rolled back, he kept his pace and you felt his cum shoot into you “All fucking mine” He continued to thrust into you despite cumming, thrust becoming sloppier till he pulled out and watched the cum drip from your pussy.

“And you said we wouldn’t do this ever again” He mocked.

sooo it’s late asf and im very tired so for the time being this isn’t spell checked, my apologies!!!

[stqrglr1]

Quick drabble. . .

Genre: smut, established relationship

Warnings: smut smut smut, mdni, oral(male rec), gagging, ball fondling, precum slipping(it makes sense when you read), some pet names (good little girl… etc)

Sucking hoon off pls i would love to 🫶

You’re so horny. Youve been horny all day. You’ve been imagining sucking your boyfriend sunghoon off all day at work. It’s been so hard to focus on any work thinking of coming home to him man spread on the couch. You like to think he spreads his legs like that just for you. An invitation to come between them. For your pretty face to have a place to rest. For your lips to actively kiss and suck along his pretty thighs. You love his legs. You love to make out with and suck on the delicate skin between his shaft and thighs.

He twitches and groans when you suck on a sensitive nerve in the crease and my god you lose it every time he does. Letting out a gargling moan, legs squeezing, hands massaging his legs subconsciously harder and harder. You love placing your hands on his thighs for support as you lick his length slowly, rolling your tongue around to massage and flick the gorgeous veins pulsing along his beautiful cock. The weight of you using him for stability making him curse your name “fuckk y/n” his toes clench and he spreads a little wider for you.

You love when he spreads wider at the feeling as you bob up and down his shaft with your pretty mouth. Makes you feel so good like you’re being his good little girl, heat floods between your own legs. You feel the warmth of your wetness begin to soak your panties. The more you grip and suck him the more you drip down your legs. Youre going insane on his cock, saliva dripping down your chin excessively to the point theres a puddle of your saliva and wetness pooling on the floor under your knees. You slip a little and fall deeper into hoons cock. Causing a deep gag to fall from your lips. The slight fall causes you to grip so hard on his thighs that you tear a little skin. He gnaws his bottom lip at the pain, clenching forward a little causing his balls to tap your chin.

The chain reaction of the nerves being touched lightly making him squirm in his seat a bit. You take this as a chance to grip the weight of them in your palm. Switching hands to shaft and mouth to balls every so often just because you know he loves the wetness of your saliva on them. He whines so lovely every time. The intense pleasure getting to him his breathing gets a little shallower as he gasps for air to fill his lungs.

The pleasure coursing powerfully through his veins. You feel his skin grow hot and flushed. Almost burning to your touch. He’s close. But he cant form words all he can do is mumble and whine loudly. Hands flailing from griping his own chest to your hair, not forcing you on him because you’re doing so good, but to give you motivation to keep doing what you’re doing. It’s working so well. You’re actually doing so perfectly. He cant take more he thinks but oh my god it’s so perfect, he wants this to last forever. You feel him tense trying to hold back, but you gently rub his thighs letting him know it’s okay to let go. You feel his hips twitch and stun as he shoots a flood of cum into your mouth. You gargle on it with a hoarse moan. Making him curse and jut his remains into you. You pump him in your mouth slowly letting his cum drip onto your chin all over your breast. You love the mess of sucking his orgasm dry.

“Mm so yummy hoon.” You lick your lips. Lapping up the droplets on your chest and shove them in your mouth, you hear the shuddered gasp leave his mouth as he watches. “Wanna taste?” You say as you crawl up his body to his mouth giving him the bitter taste of himself on you.

[vinetae]

Only fans jk x y/n ( f ) with twt link

Ooooo, first time with a porno themed smut!

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Peaches and Cream - (M)

Genre: Pornstar/onlyfans amateur!Jungkook x Professional Pornstar/onlyfans!Reader

Summary: Jungkook got the chance of a lifetime to hang out with the whole reason he even got into the por- 'content creator' industry in the first place.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Handjobs, blowjobs, MOMMY KINK, Subby!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, mommyfigure!Reader (Literally I want her as my mommy but not mom ya feel me?)

A/N: This didn't really take long. The tittle will make sense later on (was originally gonna be Jungkook's OF username but I think that idea's already taken. well, what's not lmfao.)

Had to listen to some HARD Doja Cat during all of this.

Might feel a little rushed but it's 3am guys-

Recommended song for this little drabble:

Naked - Doja Cat

Options (feat.JID) - Doja Cat

Freaky Deaky - Doja Cat

(and ofc) - Blood, Sweat, and Tears - BTS

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His hand reaches out to adjust the camera. Clicking all kinds of buttons and switches to make sure the shots would be perfect. His arms flex, showing off each and every inch of his tattoo sleeve. Just when he's about to start the shoot, a notification pops up in the bottom of his screen. Clicking on the little squared box, his set upon his favorite 'content creator' wearing a black, lacy set. The fabric wraps around each and every one of her curves, dipping in the middle to show a peak of her cleanly kept bits.

He lets out a low groan, hand unconsciously sliding into the set boxer-briefs he'd slipped on prior to his own shoot. His palm wraps around the length of his cock, making a few drawn out stokes just to tease himself a bit. His thumb brushes over the slit of his tip, a chill sends up his spine at the feeling. His free hands reaches out, clicking on the 'start' button to film. He's quick to pan the camera even lower, revealing the casual-classic black set briefs he'd displayed. His screen's split into two, each one with it's own purpose.

Much like his hands right now.

"Mmm, fuck" He groans, hips rising up to meet his palm. The elastic of his boxers had been lowered just enough to show the base of his cock to tease the fans. He sets his voice to a deep, grunt-filled tone to please his audience.

"Mmmm fuckk. Oh yeaahh." His voice strains the best of his register, really wanting to go for that gruff and cold tone.

Curtains have to match the drapes, as they say.

His eyes flash towards the camera reading the comments.

'OMGGGGG how the fuck is this man's dick so pretty-'

'fuck me daddy 😵'

'I wish i was thereeee'

'fuck he's so pretty-'

'@Alicasheangel you can't even see his fucking face lmfao'

'@banshesthewoman idfk i just know he's beautiful'

'Siiiiimmmmmppppp'

'daddy?sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry-'

He silently chuckles to himself. His small fandom had always been horny crackheads but- damn.

His free hand reaches upwards, carding his finger through the sweaty locks of his hair. By that, the chat comments go off. It looked to be more than 1,000 comments coming in at once. He barely had any time to catch them.

'I WANNA MARRY UR DICK MY GOOD SIR-'

Jungkook accidentally lets out a small laugh, making his fans go crazy over the little clench his abdomen does. Comments flew left and right and if Jungkook was being honest, it had made his head a little dizzy to try and read.

His voice registers low, trying to maintain the sexy and alluring aura he'd try putting out. "Do I need a top hat?" He teases. The chat's soon filled with just hearts, fire emojis and winky/kissy faces.

'THIS MAN IS A DOM AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE'

'LITERALLYLYYYYYYY AHH HE'S GONNA FUCKING KILL ME'

'this man can run me over, take both my kidneys, douse me in gasoline and set me on fire, and step on my nipple and I'd say thank you'

'@Tommysheaintit LMFAO GIRL WUT-

'@Busan-sbadest97 Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease'

He felt the base of his cock starting to twitch. More pre-cum leaking out of his slit. He prepares what he'd referred to as the 'c-hum bucket'. It had just been a little dollar-store purchase for his load hold.

His hips stagger with instability. Rising off the edge of his bed, he's quick to make a few body roll against his palm before a string of hot cum trails down the entirety of his softening cock. He reaches for the off-set towel he'd prepared earlier, wiping his hands clean of the warm substance. Before turning the live off, he decides to raise one of his sticky fingers, sucking on the lengthy digit between his two plush lips. He bends over just so that the camera can pick up the sight of his finger sucking and nothing more.

After let the commenters roll out, he shuts down the camera, unplugging it completely before falling backwards into his bed. Reaching for his phone, he scrolls through his other notifications before the same girl's from before had popped up.

XPeachyPrincessX: What's better than pet-play? Pet-slay. Check out my new posts here - Onlyfans.com/xpeachyprincess//new-sets-by-peachy

Jungkook clicks on the link, checking out his favorite creator's new uploads. The photos take a hot minute to load -courtesy of his wifi- but once they load, his mouth drops at the sight. She'd been doing a lot of Lolita themes so far, but this had been something completely different. Her ass had been stuck in the air, a fluffy little bunny tail had been strapped around her waist. The matching bunny ears tuck behind her cute -real- ears.

His thumb hovers over the message button.

Would she even be interested in him? She probably had a million hotter guys fucking her all of the time.

If Jungkook was being honest, Peachy had been his first motive -and really, only- to starting his own Only Fans. He saw how good the pay was, and he'd always been told how good-looking he was from people on the streets. As well as being blessed with a exponentially large dick for his ahem-

Stereotype.

He sucks in a breath, thumb still stuck in the air right above the 'message' icon. He thinks for a few seconds, before deciding to go for it. After a few -20- minutes of typing out his carefully crafted message, he'd sent it.

Now to just wait.

He throws his phone to the side, letting out a drawn out sigh. He knew she's a busy woman. With all of the spam messaging, DMs and comments she gets she'll probably ignore him comple-

Ding.

He rushes to open the app, seeing one new notification.

From: XPeachyPrincessX

Oh, hey I know you! My follows were wanting us to collab for a while now. Had to look you up but I'll say, B. You're impressive. I like the aesthetics you go for. So, when would you want to meet up?

He couldn't believe it. The woman he'd been dying to meet, was offering a collaboration. No, not like the ones YouTubers do.

But you could already figure that out.

He jumps off, carding his hands through his hair so roughly, he's afraid he might go bald sooner than he's thought. He takes in a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart as he types back.

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After a few weeks of going back and forth with details, locations, and dates, Jungkook had finally arrived. The place had been hidden in the shadows of two taller buildings to keep it nice and secluded. He takes in a deep breath before opening the door.

His eyes follow upon all different kinds of sets. A little police station tucked in the corner, a woman with barely anything but handcuffs around her hands had been pressed up against the wall by a tall, brooding man. He too, had almost nothing to cloth himself with.

"Hey, B!" A voice becks him over. He flashes a long smile, watching as the woman comes jogging up to meet him. She too has an adorable smile.

How he's never seen it? Well, this wasn't a Only Smiles company.

"Nice to finally meet you, B." His eyebrow quirks at the name. "B?" She smiles, nodding.

"Can't risk using our real names here. Ya know, safety and shit. They usually call me Peaches, so you can too if you want. Or something else if you'd prefer." He nods, watching the cute little dimples dip onto her cheeks, making her appear even more youthful.

His eyes flash up, seeing a woman following behind Peaches, a large makeup bag carried in her other arm. Peaches apologizes, allowing the small woman to finish doing her cute, doll-like makeup. The woman's gaze focuses on his.

"Come." She motions him over to sit in the setup chair. He takes a seat, watching as Peaches makes her way over to the spotlights to talk with the director for a few moments.

After his makeup had been complete, the woman offers a mirror. He nods, admiring her excellent skills in cosmetics. Peaches returns, a shoulder peaks out from her silky black robe. Jungkook's throat tightens at the sight. Of course he'd been naked on camera before, but they had always been solo acts.

"Alright- woah.." She stops, eyes widening at his harsh look.

"Is..is it bad?" He questions, already reaching for the little makeup wipes on the table. She chuckles, head shaking from left to right.

"No, looks amazing. Hot for sure. Alrighty," She comments, the tint on Jungkook's cheeks flush even deeper. She turns her phone's screen, showing him all of the ropes.

As they make their way through the doors, his eyes set upon the most erotic and sensual set he's ever seen. A light pink backdrop had been laid out, a mini-fridge sat upon a small block to rise the little, barbie sized cooler about a foot up or two.

"So, as you could already tell, the theme's Peaches and Cream." He nods, eyes taking in all of the colorful sights to admire. She slides her phone into her purse off set before hearing the director yelling something. A bell rings, as someone comes up behind Jungkook, removing his clothes quickly.

He felt very bare and awkward, but Peach's extended hand made a warm sensation bubble in his stomach, settling his nerves.

They direct him over to her bent over figure. Her ass teasing his hardening cock on sight. She'd bent over as instructed, pretending to reach for a little thing inside the mini-fridge, a shocked expression plasters her doll-like features. They guide Jungkook behind her, shooting a short little video for a cover.

He leans over as well, not really sure of what to do.

"Back hug me." She says through her shocked face. He's quick to follow They pan the camera down to catch her face.

After a few takes, they switch positions. The director had told her to lay between his legs, an exaggerated, shocked expression once again paints her features.

Her hands brush the sides of his knees, making his thigh tense from sensitivity. A cute giggle exits from her plump lips.

"Cold?" She glances back, questioning with a soft look. He shakes his head. She leans back a bit, whispering into his ear.

"Peaches and cream, get it?" Jungkook laughs at the dirty play-on-words, nodding.

"Great shoot guys!" Jungkook sighs, taking a seat down next to the staff's food table. The ton all start clapping, rolling out the cameras and mics to protect their pricings. She'd been talking to the director for the past ten minutes now. His all-too-close touches never go unnoticed by Jungkook's green eyes.

Yes, he has brown.

He reaches out, trying to grab a little rice cake before the platter's snatched away. He lets out a sigh, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. She had looked so calm and professional.

He probably looked so stupid.

He goes to stand up, making his way to the door before a sweet voice calls out to beck him over. "Ju- B! Where you going?" He shrugs, fainting a little cute smile. She pouts, arms crossing at his obvious forced smile.

"I'm kinda tired." She holds out a little pastry, his face imminently lighting up at the sight. He grabs the little dessert, taking a large bite. That puts a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry for the staff.. They're kinda harsh on newcomers." He nods, holding a thumbs up. She chuckles, brushing her fingertip over the stickiness of his bangs.

"You still tired?" She questions, a little smirk toys the corner of her lip. He shakes his head.

"Why?"

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"Oh wow.." He gawks, admiring her large, and pristine apartment complex. She giggles, pressing the remote, the curtains drawing close to block the sunset's final good-bye.

"Woah!" His eyes widen like saucers, acting like a little kid at a amusement park for the first time.

She sets the remote down, shrugging the robe off her shoulders, stepping out of her little fluffy, hot pink laced set she'd worn for the shoot.

"They don't have these back where I li-" His jaw drops at the sight. The hot pink two-piece lays lifelessly on the floor, circling her high-heeled soles. A smirk presses her smooth lips.

"Bet they don't have this either." She teases, striding over to where he stood. She pushes lightly against his chest, making him fall backwards onto the pristine white of her sectional. She kneels down, hands toying with the zipper of his jeans.

"Wait wait wait-" He grabs her hands, stopping her motions. Her eyebrow quirks at the halt.

"What's wrong?" His throat dries at the scene. His all-time favorite content creator had been kneeled between his thighs, willingly wanting to suck his dick-

"I just- are you comfortable?" His question makes a smile appear on her face.

"Wow.." She chuckles. Jungkook swears he could see a tomato-tint creep up on her caked on cheeks.

"Nobody really asks that anymore.." His head tilts in concern. "Well- it's just the respectable thing to do." She nods, unbuttoning the clasp on his pants once more.

"That makes me wanna suck you off even more." His eyes widen, hands trying to stop her. "Wait- Peaches uh-"

She licks her lips, watching the length of his cock bob up to rest in mid-air.

"It's Y/n." She coos before wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. He groans, knuckles fisting white as his mouth parts.

"Y-Y/n.." She smirks, bobbing her head at a quicker rate. The rest she couldn't fit in the space of her mouth, she wrapped her palm around his base to jerk the rest off. His hips rise up, meeting her bobs in unison. She chuckles, using one free hand to rub gentle circles into his thick thighs. She releases, popping off as a string of saliva and pre-cum bridges from his tip to her lips.

"Shhh, it's okay Kook." He moans out, abdomen clenching at her soothing voice.

"K-Kook?" She nods, applying kitten-like licks to his squishy tip.

"Jungkook. It's shorter." Her voice lowers a few registers as a smirk teases her lips.

"Easier to moan."

His head lulls back, mouth dropping at the amazing feeling. His legs spread wider unconsciously, as her hand comes to cup his balls, massaging them gently. His hand reaches out, pulling and pushing forwards, debating on whether if it was okay for him to touch her.

She smiles, guiding his hand to the crown of her head. "You can grip me if you want, baby." He nods, hands taking no hesitation in gripping at her dyed roots. His moans grow in volume, hips rising more as he feels his high creeping up like a car to a stoplight.

"Y/n- I-" She nods, moving her closed hand along the length of his throbbing cock. "Use your words, sweetie. Tell mommy what you need."

His chest pants heavily, thighs tensing from holding back the release he so wanted. "I- cum-"

She squishes his tip, watching as a little bit more of his sticky pre-cum drips from his slit. "You what?"

"Mommy please- Please let me cum- oh fuck.." She grins, engulfing his entire cock in one go. He cries out, throwing himself against the couch's end. Hand gripping tightly at her roots, as if he was holding on for dear life. The pace her hands had been going at went ten times faster, as the coil snapped inside stomach. Beads of hot cum shoot out onto the dips and creases of her face. Some, getting in her line of sight.

"Oh- oh fuck wait-" He stands up, rushing to find anything to clean her up with. He grab a few dry paper towels, wiping the sticky substance from her entire face.

"Mmm, such a gentleman, Kookie." He blushes, wiping the last bit of his juices from her face. She flashes him an adorable smile, making his own return once more.

"I'm sorry.." He apologizes profusely. She chuckles, shaking her head. "For what? You were the kindest guy I've fucked so far."

"Really?" She nods, making Jungkook's heart ache a twinge.

"That's just common courtesy.." She sits down on the couch, leaning back in exhaustion.

"Common courtesy, not so common."

The two both laugh at that, ending the night with two hot chocolates and a whole bunch of industry gossip.

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Okay I'm considering making a part two because I thought I didn't like the mommy kink but- oh God..

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! DM me for more requests (Please ask nicely.)

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

Dimensionals Project Sekai timeline chatroom part 1

[Hanaka]: Hey guys! I've got some fun news! I've made a new friend on school today! She's helping me with music lessons alongside everyone else!

[Akari]: Gratz Hanaka!

[Tsukine]: Now that's a big W!

[Hanaka]: She's also a big idol fanatic by the sounds of it-- that and she's an idol herself-- Hanasato Minori, does that ring a bell?

[Maroon]: Doesn't ring a bell

[Rin]: Hanasato Minori from MORE MORE JUMP? [Rin]: Wait hold on--

[Miku]: Wait that name and idol band are familiar to you too?

[Rin]: Maybe, [Rin]: Somehow I just know her, even though I've never seen anything about her before.

[Len]: You too? This is getting weird-- [Len]: We three know her name and band yet I never even heard of her until now.

[Miku]: This is weird...

[Maroon]: Actually, it makes sense when you think about it. [Maroon]: You guys might be experiencing this cause you're minds are somewhat sharing the other version's memories and vice versa. [Maroon]: But that is also a bit concerning, cause it could either mean that you and your other selves are gaining eachother memories and then later slowly make you become the other, or this world's versions of you guys have their minds in sync with yet another version of you guys.

[Rin]: ... [Rin]: Wut?

[Len]: he's saying that either we're starting to become more like the other selves, or we're starting to be synced to a hivemind, like a weird matrix thing you see in the movies

[Rin]: YUGH-- [Rin]: Then that means we need to get out of here-- at least we three! [Rin]: Yo big bro, portal us out of there!

[Maroon]: Hold on there, Rin. We're still safe for now. It's most likely minor things. But you're right, it's best if you three leave these bubble dimensions to prevent anything worse from happening. We can't have your other self gain the memories of your past mischiefs.

[Rin]: .... [Rin]: Okay, GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE NOW!!!

[Hanaka]: Anyway-- [Hanaka]: She seems to have knowledge on what's happening in Lawain City. She also seemed to be concerned about you, Miku. [Hanaka]: I told her that she needn't worry about you. [Hanaka]: Man, how are we gonna tell Minori about all of this?

[Miku]: ...Hanaka? [Miku]: Do you have her address? Or phone number?

[Hanaka]: Not yet, why'd you ask? [Hanaka]: don't tell me you're going to contact her, are you?

[Miku]: Well do you have another idea?

[Hanaka]: Well Minori and I were considering hanging out around the city tomorrow. So we could have a three girls hangout?

[Miku]: And making her faint?

[Rin]: woah [Rin]: hold on-- [Rin]: You want to contact her? Remember, we somehow know her, so who knows-- maybe that's for a good reason.

[Miku]: But Hanaka said she's worried?

[Maroon]: Strangely enough Rin has a point [Maroon]: Maybe the other you knows her because these two are friends. [Maroon]: Not to say that I don't want to help you get to her, I think it's more important to find a way to get to her without raising any suspicions or weird her out, you know?

[Miku]: ... [Miku]: I think if I just try and talk to her that it'll help put her at ease. At the same time I can ask her a bit about the other me. [Miku]: Oh-- before I forget. [Miku]: Considering this weird situation, the whole cases thing going on in Shibuya and the fact that Minori knows me, do you think that she might be one of the 20 cases?

[Hanaka]: Hmm...Possible, but it's too early to jump to conclusions. [Hanaka]: Besides, trying to ask her too early about it, like Maroon says, might lead to a worse outcome. [Hanaka]: ..But I can try asking her.

[Miku]: That'll be a good idea [Miku]: Maroon, Tsukine, can you two keep an eye on the twins while I'm visiting Shibuya?

{Rin}: Hey, we're not kids y'know!

[Maroon]: Ofc-- [Maroon]: Hanaka, LMK when you've got an answer from Minnesota, okay?

[Hanaka]: Sure, I'll ask an entire country about it (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

[Maroon]: Minori* [Maroon]: HOW THE FUCK DID AUTOCORRECT TURN MINNESOTA INTO MINNESOTA [Maroon]: GOD [Maroon]: FUCKK--

[Rin]: hmm. The newest member of MORE MORE JUMP Hanasato Minnesota is sounding pretty patriotic right now

[Maroon]: RIN NO--

[vocalyunho]

— 02:20

pairing — Wooyoung x San x Seonghwa x reader (f).

genre — smut

warnings & tags — explicit unprotected sex, fourgy, degradation, triple penetration(?), spanking, hair pulling, blowjob, gagging, this is filthy, god save me.

word count — 1.1k

a/n: i wrote this based on this ask i received (thank you anon). it’s not entirely based on it but i used the general idea. it’s also something i wrote in a short time so i doubt it’s good :/

“naww, look at you”

Wooyoung cooed, legs kneeling on the bed as one hand found your hair, to push a strand and take a glimpse of your face, while the other pumped himself ever so slowly.

“having fun?”

Your eyes found his, with effort, and you tried to nod… though the movement of your head must’ve gone unnoticed by the way everything else -your body included- moved. Your cheek was resting against San’s shoulder which was tensed like the rest of his body.

The aforementioned man, underneath you, thrusted balls deep in a way that came in contrast with the way his hands held on you. His grip on the back of your head showed tenderness and, maybe, some empathy but the harsh slapping sound of his skin against yours and the deep groans he was letting out, repealed all the softness of his touch.

San’s girth wasn’t anything fascinating but his length and, especially, his skills always were. That’s one of the reasons why you were now letting pathetic cries fill the room… the other being Seonghwa’s -much more girthy- member disappearing inside you, in a slower pace than San’s.

His hands held tightly on your ass, fingers dipping in the soft flesh, definitely marking it. He was being significantly careful, he’s the only one you’ve ever taken from behind and he didn’t only want to make sure you’d be safe, but that you’d be enjoying it too.

“can’t even answer? thought you’d be better than that...they aren’t even fucking you that hard”, Wooyoung laughed in the most degrading way.

If you were in the slightest right state of mind, you’d come back with something way too smart for him to beat but that wasn’t an option now. Seonghwa started speeding up when he sensed your body relaxing, it definitely got easier for him now to slip inside you with less effort and carefulness.

The sound of skin on skin met the one San’s body against yours was producing, though the frequency was different. When one disappeared inside you, the other withdrew...leaving little to no time for you to keep up with all the senses.

“what are you even doing? fuck her harder...make her see all the stars of the sky right in front of her”, Wooyoung kept mocking as if it was his job, though his hand was pumping himself significantly faster now.

“she’s gonna ask for more, anyways”, he hissed at the new pressure around his cock.

“can you take it, baby?”, San whispered in your ear and you didn’t know if Wooyoung’s degradative words were the ones that made you nod your head yes or San’s soft ones.

“Seonghwa-a harder”

The two men only needed to hear your broken voice in order to do as they already wished. It felt like they let themselves in the will of their need and thrusted as if your holes were their favourite fleshlights. Your body bounced erratically. You tried to hold on the bed sheet next to San’s body for stability and that’s when San himself pulled your hair, enough to bring your face in front of his. His breath fanned your lips but you couldn’t concentrate on it. Half-opened eyes and raised brows were all San could see and it didn’t take him long to smash his lips against yours. You moaned inside his mouth but his lips distracted you from the feeling between your legs only for a second, as a harsh slap on your ass made your mind go back to what’s happening down there again.

“fuckk”

your expression turned into a painful one and San lost contact with your lips as you let your head fall on his shoulder again. Seonghwa caressed the irritated part, only for a harder smack to land on it.

“s-seonghwa”

Gasps and broken cries were all that were leaving you now. Your body rocked with no particular rhythm. The penetration of one was already overwhelming, let alone two dicks.

When Seonghwa reached a part you didn’t even know existed, a breathless yelp resounded in all four walls of the room. And he kept hitting it and hitting it… and every thrust got accompanied by a gasp that proved how good each felt.

You could feel San curving inside you due to the position, but that made him rub against your walls more intensely making you convulse more and more. You knew you wouldn’t last long but the two men’s desperate sounds kept getting you wetter, the soft silk helping them slip in and out easier. Your abdomen flexed and unflexed, your legs stayed outstretched with no power to move at all and you knew you were at your limit when you suddenly blinked away a tear.

You could barely make any sound at this point, sharp breaths and occasional yelps left your throat and Wooyoung noticed and didn’t hesitate to take it to the next level.

“what’s up babe? i can’t hear you...aren’t they doing enough?”

you couldn’t control anything, not even your joints, not even your facial muscles but you could still see him and how fast his hand was pumping him now.

“i said i can’t fucking hear you”

Your eyes were glossy on his and your face frozen from the stimulation.

“do i have to make you make a sound myself?”, he rolled his eyes and suddenly hit the tip of his cock on the side of your mouth and then against your lips which were locked agape.

And it only took him a glance on you and your fucked out form to push his member inside your mouth. The tears from before multiplied and as he pushed further, your sounds came back, muffled this time.

He kept your chin up with his fingers and started thrusting ever so slowly, tip reaching the back of your throat every time, making the gag reflex produce tears and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make before.

“are you crying? does it feel THIS good that you’re crying? how pathetic”, he groaned and slapped your cheek “at least i can hear your pretty voice now, right?”

your lips opened as much as they could to fit him and Wooyoung took that as a hint of conformity.

“you’re gonna make me and my friends come like the good girl you are and then you can come yourself”, was the last thing he said before he decided to chase after his high. Only when he started thrusting halfway in and faster, did you get to breathe again properly but you didn’t know if you could keep up with what he’d asked you to do.

[jjbabyouterbanks]

Caught! (JJ x Reader)

Summary: After spending all day with the pogues jj and y/n sneak off to have some alone time but get caught.

Requested: By anonymous. JJ and you sneak into the chateau for some sex. Your both trying to keep quiet so he puts a hand over your mouth while he fucks you agaisnt the kitchen counter he bites your shoulder to keep quiet. And just as yous cum the pogues and Sarah walk in.

Warning: SWEARING AND SMUT! Unprotected sex! (Wrap it before you tap it) If your uncomfortable with that kind of stuff this one is not for you.

This isn’t very long but I hope whoever requested it likes it!

I’m so so sorry if this is bad, doesn’t make sense and has bad spelling (grammar) it’s literally 3am and I wanted to post this before I went to sleep.

(🌸Don’t own gif, credits to owner🌸)

Enjoy!

From the very start of yours and jj’s relationship you never really got much time alone together. There was the occasional time when John B would be out and the other pogues would be busy. But ever since John B started dating Sarah it felt like you didn’t even get 5 minutes alone she always wants to hang out or go on another adventure. That’s what happens when you grow up as a kook, your basically wrapped in that much bubble wrap you can’t even go and adventure around your own town. It’s been 3 weeks since the last time you and jj were able to spend time ‘alone’. For normal people that’s probably not a problem but being hormonal teenagers didn’t help. Plus you and jj were both very sexual people and you both don’t know how to function properly without sex. You were never like that until you met jj, you actually use to hate having sex with your last boyfriend but jj has definitely helped you changed your mind on that.

So here you are sitting down on the deck near the chateau watching your boyfriend of 8 months fishing with John B and Pope and listening to Sarah and Kie fight over something. “That’s not fair! You can’t just do that? Tell her y/n!” Kie says loudly getting your attention and making you look away from jj.

“Uh what? Yeah your right” you agree without even knowing what they are talking about. Kie and Sarah are always having arguments about something. They don’t have much in common which is weird considering they are meant to be best friends.

You and Kie have never been super close maybe its because jj had a thing for her before you started hanging out with them. And you knew secretly she liked him as well maybe still does.

You can feel eyes staring at you and look back up at jj who’s staring right back at you biting his lip softly.

He looks you up and down and a smirk appears on his lips, he starts reeling in his fishing line without looking away from you “Hey y/n can I talk to you for a minute? Inside? It’s really really important”

“Yeah sure.” You stand up and start walking over to him. “There’s actually something really important i need to talk to you about as well” You smile and grab his hand. “Let’s go”

“We will be back in a couple of a minutes guys”

As you walk off you can hear the others questioning what we were going to talk about. “Maybe they are breaking up?” You heard Kie say with a little bit more  excitement in her voice then there should be. But honestly you didn’t care you knew what was about to happen and nothing could make you mad in this moment. After 3 weeks of teasing, not touching and missing jj you were finally about to be with him again.

As soon as you get inside and out of the view of the other pogues his lips are on yours, his hands find their way back to the familiar spot on your hips. And your arms wrap around his neck, pulling your bodies closer together.

Words can’t even describe how much you missed being with jj. When your not with him it’s like a piece of you is missing but being with him made you feel whole again.

Somehow through all the kissing and grabbing you ended up in the kitchen, your back pushed against the counter. “I missed this, I missed you.”

“I know baby” his body start pushing against yours and you can feel his bugle growing. “You don’t understand how much I need you. But the others could walk in at any time.”

“Then we are going to have to be quick and...” he starts kissing down your neck “quiet” his hands start moving the summer dress you are wearing out of the way and once he got to your bikini bottoms he wraps his fingers around them and start sliding them down your legs. You let out a moan when his fingers touch the spot that they haven’t for so long. “Baby I said quiet” he undoes his shorts and pulls them down so they are handing around his knees. “Ready?” He lifts you up a little on the kitchen counter and lines up his cock with your entrance. Once you nod to him that your ready he pushes himself into you “I’ve needed this for so long.”

You let out a moan and jj’s hand goes straight to your mouth. “Shhhh baby” sometimes you forget how big jj actually is. You have only ever been with jj and one other guy and let’s just say it’s a big difference. He starts thrusting into you, moans escaping but are  muffled by jj’s hand over your mouth. Normally sex with jj lasts a long time but after him not being able to be with you for so long you knew it wasn’t going to take long for both of you to cum.

As he starts getting faster you dig your nails into his shoulders and bite the hand he has over your mouth softly.  

“Fuckk y/n, you feel so good” he try’s whispering but it comes out loud. You knew he was getting close because his rhythm was becoming sloppy. “I’m so close” he puts his head down and starts biting your shoulder softly to try to stop him from moaning. But it didn’t help.

You felt your legs starting to go weak and not long after that was when you came, your hands moving from his shoulders to tugging on his hair as you rode out your high. JJ always made she you came just before he did so when you did you knew he would soon after. He bit down a little harder on your shoulder and after two more big thurts he came. 

Muffled moans escaping both yours and jj’s lips.

He kisses the place on your shoulder that he was biting as an apology just incase it hurt you. Both of you still riding out your highs when you hear footsteps approaching but before either of you can move Sarah and the pogues all walk in and see what’s happening.

“Oh my god guys!!!” Sarah quickly covers her eyes “really? In the kitchen!”

JJ quickly pulls out of you and fixes up his pants, you quickly grab your bikini bottoms and pull them back up.

“Sorry guys...” you cover your face with you hands to hide your embarrassment.

“Well I’m not sorry” jj smirks “if you guys gave us more time alone together we probably wouldn’t find ourselves in this situation”

“Okay noted give y/n and jj more time alone together” Pope laughs.

“Now I’m never going to be able to eat anything off that counter again” John B walks over and hits jj’s arm “Your bedroom is literally right there idiot.”

“Well I guess you two aren’t breaking up then?” Kie shrugs trying to not make it obvious that she is kind of disappointed.

“Nope never” jj moves your hands from your face and kisses your lips softly and wraps his arms around you. “I love you Y/n”

“I love you too jj always.”

[agnessmadness]

THIS IS NOT WHAT ASKIN WANTED - CAN'T A MAN LIVE ? !

the fear that STRIKE through the man like a running truck SLAMMED into him - heart beating faster than ever before - adrenaline rushing through his whole body - his blood running and pumping more and more - his body and the bones on his nose trying to fix onto itself - FUCKK IT HURTS SO BAD - IT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD JUST FOR IT TRYING TO FIX AND MOVE THE BONES AROUND AND MAKE IT GO BACK TO SHAPE -

ASKIN ISN'T GOING TO FUCKING FIGHT - HE AIN'T GONNA RISK FUCKING DYING OVER SOMEONE SO . . SCARY ! - SO TERRIFYING - IT'S SO HORRIFYING FAST ! HE ISN'T GONNA DEAL WITH ANY OF THAT RIGHT NOW ! NOPE NOPE NOPE AND NOPE ! HE'S OUT .

he seems like a weakling - and he IS ! - HE WON'T EVEN DENY IT - HIS POWER IS FUCKING USELESS , HELL HE DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HIS WHOLE POWER AT ALL ! - WHY DID HIS MAJESTY DECIDED IT WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA TO GIVE HIM SUCH A COMPLICATED POWERS TO BEGIN WITH ? ! - DOES HE EXPECT ASKIN TO KNOWS AND LEARN ABOUT THIS WHEN THE WAR IS LITERALLY NOW ? ! THAT MAN'S FUCKING STUPID - HE WOULD HAVE KILLED THE GUY IF HE WAS SO ANNOYINGLY UNKILLABLE .

RUN FASTER FOR YOUR FUCKING LIFE .

he almost slip and fell on a few rocks and sometimes he almost even slip over his own foot due to how frantic and how pathetic he looks as he tried to find a good running pose to get him to go faster - but really that does not matter right now - all that matter is that he needs to get away - FAST . FAST BEFORE HE GET OBLITERED AND GET STEPPED UPON LIKE A BLACK ANT -

he keeps on running - until he stopped somewhere as he cover his own mouth - hiding behind a mountain of corpses that someone else create up - doesn't even matter that most of them were Quincies and less soul reapers - that do not matter - as he kneeled down breathing into his own palm frantical eyes looking around with panic and fear still wary that the guy may still be chasing him - yet he couldn't sense him anywhere ? - he's gone now right ? THANK GOD HE DIDN'T CHASE AFTER HIM -

he kneeled still down at the ground as he finally let the palm on his hand off from his mouth as he starts to try and twist his nose back to normal - the bones was still hurting inside there - just as he was about to take upon his braveness and twist his own nose back - a sudden boo was heard from besides him - it sounds almost menacing - a wind slammed into him same with the same fear he experienced - the menacing tone of voice and the scary aura that he immediately knew who it was . he have a slow time of reaction as goosebumps goes all over his body - hand is hovering almost grabbing onto his neck - and god , the horrifying image that flashes into his mind of having his neck tore apart or twist broken into two was TERRIFYING .

eyes widen for the twice time , hand letting go of his nose as he snapped his head towards Chika with fear - and fear alone within his eyes - as then he spin his body around and jumped away to the side almost falling just trying to look cool - it wasn't intended for himself to look cool , really , he just wanted to get far . . far away from this guy .

" DON'T FUCKING DO THAT LIKE YOU'RE A GHOST - "

HE SCARED THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF HIM ! - HE ALMOST PISSES AND SCREAM EVEN - he stood far from Chika . . not too far because he didn't jump that far , legs far apart from each other yet it almost seems like he was shaking as suddenly he flinches - he flinches before he grabbed his nose - ow fuck -

the damn painful ass healing process -

he hasn't gotten used to this yet -

hand grabbing on his nose turn into a grabbing half of his own face as he started at the guy eyes narrowing seemingly scared yet there was a hint of anger in them . . how odd .

" is it ya damn thing to pop up behind people's back and touching them for no reason or what ? - "

he seems almost like he was joking around while facing off one of the most dangerous guy he have met so far from this fight - usually if he runs they won't run after him because they all deemed him as a worthless opponent - no one wanna fight a worthless underling now , right ? but this guy was clearly off that plan of his - he needs to make a new one . . but how can he even try to make one in this situation ? !

Now this is what Chika wanted to see.

The fear, the moment of realization coming from his opponent, the period in time where the one he’s fighting has that fear slammed into him.

It’s always fun to see the change of expression. It’s always fun to see how those he kills always have the same expression, as if realizing the fate that’s been shoved down their throats.

It’s always priceless, seeing their reactions.

And Chika’s excited for this one.

Will he fight? Will he run? Or will he stay frozen, waiting for death to take him?

The captain hopes this one will fight. He really hopes this one will show his abilities, show if he’s really different from the rest, show if-

Like a bug being squashed, all of the Soul Reaper’s anticipation is stomped on as the Quincy runs, sprinting away from Chika, trying to get away from him.

So he won’t fight.

How… disappointing.

He was looking forward to so much, and his hopes are dashed like this? This won’t do, this won’t do at all! He finally found something interesting in this war, and he’s not going to let go of it.

Not until he’s satisfied, not until he can squeeze everything he can out of the source of interest, not until it’s bone-dry.

So, he’ll give chase. He’ll give chase in order to provoke the solider to attacking, in order to turn flight into fight, in order to make fear become malice.

He’ll do it, just to satiate his curiosity.

Hell, if Chika has to break this man’s bones in order to get what he wants, he’ll do it.

Yellow eyes watch his enemy run, piercing into his form- just hoping that Quincy will get the benefit of the doubt, feel a tiny bit relieved that the captain isn’t chasing after him, just for a bit.

It’ll be funnier, if it were that way- if that relief were crushed underneath the heel of Chika Shihoin’s shoe.

A minute passes, and the captain leans down, barely flexing his legs as he opens his mouth-

“Boo.”

-appearing right next to the solider, a hand gently hovering over the back of the Quincy’s neck, the soul reaper’s fingertips brushing against his opponent’s skin.

A threat.

“That was quite rude of you, y’know?” His voice is a low rumble, yet words soft and silky, as if gently scolding a child. “Here I was, thinking we’d have a nice conversation, yet you run off like some sort of lamb.” His eyes narrow, a shadow falling over them. “That hurts my feelings.”

He’s tempted to just wrap his hand around the soldier’s neck and snap it, watching with glee as his body becomes limp.

But no, he can’t- not yet. He needs to be patient.

He needs to drag this out, for as long as it can go.

[yvainegelinemarie]

🖤🌸𝔐𝔯. 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔎𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔞 2021 𝔙𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔡 ℜ𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴 🌸🖤

I’m late I’m late for a very important dick appointment, date!

✨ 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝐒𝖕𝖔𝖔𝐤𝖎𝖊𝖘!!~ ✨

Idk about ya’ll BUT these new karma cards got me all 🤰🏻🤰🏻🤰🏻

TW: Proceed with cation!! Do NOT open if you do not wish to soak your panties and/or cry your eyes out at my appalling sense of ‘humor’ 

*Today I will be rating the new Valentines Day art for the Karma cards. The rating process was done by comparing them to their previous valentines day cards and how they went against one another on their level of sexyness within each card. 

🌸 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓 | 7/10 | 2nd Place

⚰️ My daddy he be lookin fine a FOULK this evening with his tiddie out. My baby knows how to keep me fed if ya know what I’m sayin.😏💦

⚰️ This beautiful, breathtaking, princely, lavishing work of art!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHGHJTE5LILO; (srry, orgasim seizure). 

⚰️ It’s just *pats eyes with handkerchief* I have never in all my life, witnessed a man of this design. Please, don’t mind me. I just need a moment to bask in the glory of this angel. 

⚰️ The 💦water droplets💦, his bedroom eyes, that CHEST- I-I...I just need a moment...

⚰️ Lucien has once and always stolen my heart BUT I do have to say that based off of some past cards, last years valentines card, and compared to Victor’s card this year that my Lulu has to come in second. 🤧

⚰️ His sultry, princely and sexyness is all there but we all know that Lucien can pull off a very dominating demeanor. Yet here he’s just giving me very submissive vibes this valentines. (Not that there is anything wrong with that.)

⚰️ And then this card has the AUDACITY to turn into this?!?! 👀👀

⚰️ Sighhhh...It is just so hard to watch MC living your dream... 

⚰️ This card just looks so sweet. The carressing embrace, Lucien’s calmly surprised expression, it’s just all so gentle. awwwwwe!!

⚰️ Although this card is very romantic Lucien still looks very submissive and sweet. (Like homie looks like he’s never done this before which. LIES. BITCH I KNOW YOU) 👏🏼👏🏼

⚰️ One of the things I love the most about Lucien’s character is his very teasing and dominating aura and last years valentines card sucked that up and did a beautiful job of expressing his teasing personality in the artwork. I am hoping that maybe where this art is lacking the date itself will make up for it.

⚰️ I do find this card to be the second most sexy out of all the boys but I feel like it just doesn’t feel as Lucien as I would have liked it to. 

⚰️ I do however find the artwork to be very beautiful and embracing. Especially when the card is evolved. The way Lucien holds MC in the second card creates this very innocent and warm embrace that reminds me of two people just on the verge of falling in love.

⚰️ It is a very sweet and romantic card and it is quiet cute to see Lucien all blushing and off guard instead of his usual impassive self.

🌸 𝐊𝖎𝖗𝖔 | 6/10 | 4th place

⚰️ The bestest boi of them all!!! 🥰

⚰️ Litterally nothing gets sweeter than Kiro!!

⚰️ So sweet, so fun loving! This sunshine of a boi makes life worth living! ☀️☀️

⚰️ Kiro is definitely the one who shows up at just the right time to make life a little better and brings out the inner child that my sun in capricorn tries to repress so intensely. 

⚰️ And this card does that sweet and playful image justice. Always stay warm Kiro!!! AWWEEE!!!

⚰️ All I can say is I wish I was that dog so I can paw Kiro’s chest too. 🤭

⚰️ Now, It pains me to put Kiro last but it is just that I feel that his card lacks a lot compared to the valentines card from last year. 

⚰️  We were hit with a very sexy Kiro and there has been plenty of other very VERY sexy Kiro cards up to this one that it just causes this one to hit different, you know? 

⚰️ This one really captures Kiro’s loving and boyish personality so I definitely love it over all as a Kiro card. I think that it does wonderful in that aspect. But for valentines day? I expect something a bit more saucy...like an underwear model shoot maybe... 😜

⚰️ BUT THEN we get THISS!!

⚰️ S-Shirtless Kiro *Internal screaming* kahhhh!!! I can’t take it I. 😝

⚰️ Sometimes I forget just how HORNY Kiro issss.... 

⚰️ I think it’s safe to say that MC is only making that face NOT bc Kiro took that magazine but bc she be getting poked sitting in that lap like that.- 👀🍆

⚰️ Shirtless Kiro is an upgrade from what we had before BUT I still feel like this compared to the other guys and other very sexy kiro cards before that this still only gives a very innocnet and homey vibe.

⚰️ I do think that this card is very cute but when rating it on it’s quality of sexyness comapred to the other boys, I sadly have to put Kiro as last place. 

⚰️ I am just hoping that next year all the Kiro stans get rewarded with a nice Calvin Klein underwear shoot. (I know I’d be happy)😌😌

🌸 𝐕𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 | 8/10 | 1st Place

⚰️ Tall, dark, and handsome AS FOULK!!!

⚰️ Victor never comes in to play no games yall!!!  👏🏼💦

⚰️ Did I say Kiro was horny? because I take that back. Sometimes I forget how BADLYYY Victor is trynnnaaa FUCK in EVERYYY date. 💀

⚰️ But like I ain’t mad. First off, Victor, daddy, can I have that designer bag? I’ll suck your di- 

⚰️ Just the abs, that boujee ass robe even the cute ass fucking ties on his arm I-

⚰️ Victor be putting the standards for guys really fucking high in my book. AND I AIN’T MAD.

⚰️ I just love this card. It is honestly my favorite out of all of them (sorry Lulu) It’s mature, it’s sexy, it’s elegant, suttle, and EVERYTIME I look at it my heart flutters. This card is VERY Victor and a beautiful design of his character and it makes me VERY horny happy. 💦💦

⚰️ T-That angle... *blushes* He is ready to go to town if ya know what I mean.

⚰️ But given that facial expression he’s already busted it- 👀🤧

⚰️ On a real note tho. Victor looks so sweet and vulnerable here (*what a pussy) it’s so cuteee!!! Like I ain’t ever seen him look so sweet. (*fucking bitch.) 

*I have a love hate relationship with Victor since he always likes to piss me off!!! But he cute so.

⚰️ Again I think that this card is my favorite out of all four of the valentines cards this year. I feel like the intimacy in this one is there. The imagery is very sexy but soft. I love their pose and I think that this card sells where we all like our minds to wonder off too. 

⚰️ My absolutae favortie part is the simple pull on Victors unbuttoned shirt. It is just so sweet and so soft of an embrance.

⚰️But also Victor’s hand on the counter. I want that hand to smack my ass so hard fuck. 😋

⚰️ If I had to (and I do) make one complaint about this card it is that I honestly HATE Victor’s expression in the evoled. It’s just too soft and sweet for my liking. And as a Capricorn myself I can assure you that any slip up of us expressing even just the slightest bit of our vulnerability to anyone we will rip ourselves apart head to toe for years on that one single event and I assume that even during Victor’s most intimate times that stone cold look would not fade as easily as it does in this card. 

⚰️I think that it is beautiful and no hate to the Victor stans who think he looks hot AF in this card. I am all for it. I just personally like my capricorns whipped into shape. 😌

🌸 𝐆𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓 | 7/10 | 3rd Place

⚰️ This one gave me the most and best shock.

⚰️ My favorite Gavin cards are by far this and his valentines card from last year. 

⚰️ There is just something about Valentines day that gets Gavin in a sexy mood. (you’re secretly a hopeless romantic, aren't you Gavin huh...huh???)😏

⚰️ First off, GAVIN!!! I ain’t ever seen you look so SEXY. Sending me Eboy vibes to the MAX ughhhhh!!!! 

⚰️ I love the straps on his shirt and the fact that it’s wet and the glove PULLLLL!!! FUCKK GAVINNNNN!!! 💦🔥💦

⚰️ Gavin for me is everything that’s hot that I just can’t get behind but I WANT to get behind. You know? haha.

⚰️ He’s just such a good boy and a sad boi all at the same time and he holds a soft place in ma heart (but he’s definitely a one night stand and then I never call him again haahaaaa ahhhh) 🤧

⚰️ And then this card!! It is so cute! SO sweet!!! and just very beautifully intimate. They look so in love!!!

⚰️ I just know for a fact that this night is very gentle and very passionate. 

⚰️ S3x with Gavin may not be intense, but it is love that we all at one point need okayyy!!. *cries* 🥲

⚰️ Gavin’s card is probably my 3rd favorite out of all of the boys this year. I do really love his pose and they are very sexy and very sweet and also very Gavin for his event cards. I also enjoy that his expression is still very true to his character in the last card (I’m looking at you lulu and vic) 

⚰️ I just feel like the art lacks a lot of story in Gavin’s cards (even his ones last year too) They just look like they took valentines day photos together lol. 

⚰️ I don’t hate them and they are very beautiful I just wish there was more going on then what looks to be like Gavin modeling for a brand of Makers Mark Whiskey lol. 

⚰️ I actually haven’t played a single Gavin date🤭...so I don’t have much to say on how he reacts to MC outside of the regular story line and I am sure that his valentines date for our English Sever with him was very wonderful. Based off of Gavin’s main story character I wouldn’t consider him very romantic or at least not the one in control of planning their dates. I think that of all the boys Gavin’s Valentines would be the most laid back and I would like to see more of Gavin’s character coming through with the artwork of these dates if that’s the case.

ENDNOTES: 

⚰️  On a serious note these cards are very beautiful although...I think I honestly enjoyed last years Valentines cards more than this one (the ones we got this year in the english server)... (omg...no way...she said it)

⚰️ Don’t get me wrong! All these cards are VERY sexy and I do like it but I feel like they almost lack intensity that last year SOLD us. 

⚰️ I guess what I am trying to say is they all feel too vanilla if you know what I mean... Gavin’s card is the only one that gives me a sense of spice despite him being the sweetest out of all the boys. I just feel that these in comparison to how lavish last years cards were that I want to see more intensity. 

⚰️ I am curious to know if the cards will ever get to that point (I know that the game wont give us full blown porn scenes...*sigh* lol) but I am looking forward to seeing some imagery to withhold the imagination of such. 

⚰️ Basically I’m sad that Lucien had no scratch marks. That-That’s it! You caught me!! I just want to see my daddy’s skin all scratched up!! Is that too much to ask for?! 

⚰️ ALSO I WANT FULL SHIRTLESS (WITH NIPPLES) SSR CARDDDSSSSSSS AHHHFGJGKRIGKECGHGERMCHM!!!!

⚰️ This is all written for shits n giggles. Please take this lightly and kindly let me know what karma card you liked the most. 

Thank you for stopping by, 🖤 Yvaine. 

[reversecreek]

struts onto the dash carrying this deliriously wriggling little elf in my arms like a swaddled bebe......... they’re genuinely my oldest muse of all time i think i created them when i was like. 13 possibly. n i haven’t written them in Years but. i’m literally so excited to jst vibrating w muse. smiles at u all demurely..... they have risen. u can find their pinterest here n their playlist here.

* alana champion, nonbinary + they/them | you know nyla palmer, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eight months? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to 6669 (i don’t know if you know) by neon indian like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole a two headed doll of a prairie girl with stitched on rabbit ears and butterfly wings, befriending shadow puppets & finding god with your eyes open underwater in a public pool you broke into thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is march 2nd, so they’re a pisces, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her  )

HISTORY:

was born in georgiaaaa georgiaaaa (phoebe bridgers voice holds my bang...) to a vry honest hard working man named george (omgggg he’s called GEORGE and he’s from GEORGIA? ahaaaaa fuckk ur jestinggg) nd a woman who did her best named pamela..... george worked on a construction site n pamela was a pharmacist..... their house was this small rickety white thing with a wrap around porch n a very rabid overgrown garden tht kind of looked like the earth ws trying to reclaim it bc nobody ever hd the time or motivation to mow the lawn.... there ws literally a piece of fold out furniture just entirely submerged by weeds n foliage

nyla ws always closest w their dad george..... he hd this way of looking at the world tht was seeing the best in all of it.... he took them on long walks where he talked abt how u have to respect the trees bc they’re breathing fr us n we’re breathing fr them..... he hd a strange whimsical sense of humour n a gnome alter ego called grundlebolt who always tickled them..... in a way this closeness created a distance between nyla n their mother but not so much that it ws rly a problem. just enough tht nyla sometimes waited until their mother ws out of eye n ear shot to tell their dad they loved him bc they didn’t wna make her sad >_>

(mental health, death & grief tw) pamela always struggled w her mental health but george ws great n understanding n knew how to help her thru this... nyla didn’t get it too greatly at a very young age bt they knew their mum got “the sads” sometimes (how their dad wld explain tht she needed to lay down in the quiet for a while or why she’d stood at the stove n let the dinner burn until the smoke detector went off without doing anything abt it). when nyla was 14 they got home one day to a police car in the driveway n came prancing in exuberantly as they always did. immediately hugged the legs of an officer bc this is hw they wld greet everyone they ever met. they only realised something was wrong when they let go n saw their mum sat at the table crying. essentially there ws an accident at the construction site george worked at n :/ yeah. 

(jst mental health & grief tw now) this rly had an intense ripple effect on everyone tbh. pamela’s mental health deteriorated quite a lot without george there as her rock n nyla sort of had to step in as best they cld but it was....... hard. some days she ws better bt some days nyla had to sit her in the bath n stroke a wet sponge over her back bc they didn’t know how else to calm her down. nyla always had a very overactive imagination which george encouraged bt it ws like. losing him rly opened a window in nyla’s head n all rationality went floating out of it. their dreams seemed more real than being awake. fantasy wasn’t jst the way they coped bt it was the way they thought n the way they saw. everything on earth was alive. the trees n the clouds n the wall with a brick missing at the bottom of her road n especially their dad. their dad was alive in everything in nyla’s head. the sun shining extra bright in the morning was george. ponds were a veil they could dunk her head under and find george waiting on the other side. reality rly just pulled the plug n said bye tbh n they were ok w that <3

(abuse implied tw) their mum remarried too fast to a man named stephen n it was jst not a good arrangement. he was Not a nice man. i won’t go into this but home wasn’t a nice place for nyla any more n after a couple of yrs stephen wound up asking them to leave n their mum said nothing to contradict tht. there’s more to this bt long story short nyla left <3

(drugs tw) they couch surfed fr a while before settling living w their best friend. they got up to like... all sorts of trouble n grew up far too fast. nyla’s lack of sense n realism hd a habit of getting them into some sticky situations n these few yrs were a rollercoaster where they got by on the skin of their teeth. when they think of high skl they think of gravel and skinned knees and sucking sherbet dunkers to ignore the taste of pennies in ur mouth and getting lost in the woods a lot bc they’d take FAR too many drugs n be lead astray having conversations with kind trees whose branches held their hands

(drug mention) got by on odd jobs like making candles n selling them at market stalls. leaf blowing at cemeteries. face painting fr children’s parties (where they were blatantly high). random stuff. all over the place. in this time them n their best friend also hd a sugar daddy named tony who always wore very impressive colour block suits n mink stoles n jewelled fedoras n hd a swanky apartment w marble floors. rly just. surreal. lots of strange stories frm this time.

things kind of blew up in their friendship group n they fell out w their best friend raya bc she slept w this guy aj who nyla hd been madly in love w for yrs.... he was a Stinker n honestly so ws their best friend so good riddance i say bt obviously it felt like having their entire world flipped upside dwn fr nyla.... they split after this came out bc they just did Not want to b around these ppl any more n they decided to leave w this guy frm a band they barely knew tht much save fr a one night stand to tour w them..... this ws another whirlwind. jst chock full of them. it ws similar to being on a teacup ride at a carnival n spinning round n round n only knowing u were surrounded by lots of lights. tht’s how they’d best describe their time on tour.

SO in terms of them coming to irving 8 months ago they came w the band.... they honestly did pretty well on tour n wound up renting a big beach house on dorado as a kind of “retreat” sort of place fr them to shack up in while they worked on writing and recording their first big studio album (they gt signed w a label so it’s all vry exciting stuff). nyla among like 3 others were allowed to stay w them too bc they hd a lot of fun on tour. literally jst. taken on as professional groupies essentially. nyla loved it bc they’d never seen the ocean n when they first got there they jst threw off all their clothes n ran straight into the water. it was 3pm on a tuesday afternoon. they got arrested fr public indecency n didn’t get why bc they were like but i just wanted to hug the ocean u silly little oinker? i picture the beach house as like. the loudest one on dorado.... comes alive like a jungle at night..... they r probably bad neighbours. anyway. onto personality puts hand on hip.

PERSONALITY:

sets out patio furniture on someone else’s lawn n jst takes a seat n leans back like ahhhhh vat a nice day to be alive ya! (swedish accent suddenly bc they think it’s fun). they come out n start yelling n they’re jst so confused they’re like hey wat’s the big idea hey wat’s go on here why u angies why this happen?

likes drawing imaginary veins over their arms in all different colour blue pens in a sudden fit of hyperfixation n then forgets all abt it n goes out like tht n scares several townsfolk bt they’re oblivious they’re jst in her own world loving life already onto the next fixation. has many many different fads like this. one day will jst start snipping up a bunch of magazines bc they’re like EYES ARE COOL N THEY SEE EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :P n they’ll stick a bunch of them over their wall n then forget they was doing that n leap onto the next. quite a pattern. bt they love the vein thing a lot it makes them feel like a walking planetarium like they have their own constellations

sometimes jst doesn’t make sense. they’re honestly kind of strange. pops up in places like they suddenly materialised there n it’s like how did u get there where have u been when were u last seen are u ok. has the energy of an ancient deity frm deep in a mountain cave n an ambiguous forest sprite all at once..... talks shit honestly. abt anything n everything. sometimes outrageous. sometimes plain incoherent. like what are u talking about? i dnt kno. even i dnt kno sometimes.

luvs stick n pokes will let anyone tattoo whatever they want on them for the price of a gummy bear kindly placed onto their tongue n swallowed whole

has this obsession w being underwater w their eyes open luvs it. calls it their tadpole time. runs baths just to lie there blinking looking around n drifting her arms. best friends w the bottom of any local swimming pool n hs probably given it a quick kiss so it knows they’re bff’s n then got sick bc there’s sm germs in a public pool. says the kgb probably poisoned their oatmeal n r finally here to deliver on their promise n THAT’S why they got sick unrelated to the pool incident. what promise? noone knows.

unclear if they believe what they say or if they jst has a very expanded sense of humour where they nvr let on if they’re joking.... lines r blurred a lot..... 

loves excitedly shouting things. sometimes just screams at the sky bc they say it’s good to let the creatures in ur belly fly out every once in a while otherwise their wings get sore.

(drugs tw) still does an excessive amt of hallucinogens n it kind of shows. very bad fr their brain bt we’re going to ignore it.

dresses fun n strange n eccentric n careless. loves to experiment. does nt care abt what’s considered to be societally appropriate. living in their own world.

sleeps around a lot... jst doesn’t rly see sex as a big deal.... very free w themselves in that way..... sometimes greets their friends w a kiss on the lips they’re like awww :) kisses <3 when they run into them in the middle of the cereal aisle n then pulls away n suddenly breaks into a box tht has a free toy in it bc it’s a banana with googly eyes n that’s the best thing they’ve ever heard in their LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! n isn’t he so HANDSOME????? enchante indeed my good sir ;)... gives the toy a kiss too.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

other groupies of the band: self explanatory a little.... i dnt have a name for the band yet bt all can b worked out..... i picture them as kind of. not that nice but like. there for a good time........ rock genre.... bit chaotic...... to say the least........ they dnt have to have come there w the band like nyla n the others they cld have been adopted in their time there.... whoever wld b wild n down fr a good time <3

chaotic trash goblin friends: idk what this title rly means it just came to me in a vision....... jst ppl tht r rly kind of off the rails n don’t care abt anything...... they r who nyla tends to mesh very well w......... they rly r living in their own world n by their own rules n they like ppl who do this too <3 inevitably they get up to no good n party far too much...... cld be angst to this if they enable each other’s bad habits...... world’s our oyster. opens my office door. let’s talk abt it.

nyla set up camp on their front lawn: maybe jst w a fold out chair. maybe w a literal pop up tent w someone else too. genuinely so bizarre of them bt that’s what we’re dealing with. they poke their head into the tent n nyla’s lying down crunching on a cracker crumbs over their tits n they just hold it out to them nt even fully consumed n are like hey polly want a cracker? :)

they responded to her craigslist ad: they posted one saying they cld cleanse their house of demonic energy bc they’re an all seeing eye in touch w the spirits. this is a lie. they came n waved sage around n did a little dance as they did it w bird sounds playing on a special cd they brought fr the occasion (had weird indistinct doodles over the case it ws brought in) n then ws like OOH! scary.... n jumped at something in the hall. they go in thinking maybe they’ve seen a ghost bt they just were startled by their own reflection in a mirror n is like. scary mirror placement...... might wna reconsider that........ they charge them merely 10 dollars fr their time n is like this was so fun we shd do it again some time :) also i think u have mould on ur bathroom tile! vanishes. they dnt recall them ever going to the bathroom.

came knocking asking for items for a garage sale: yes. u heard that right. they’re asking for ur muses things to set up their own garage sale. selling items that do not belong to them. they think this is a genius business strategy n don’t understand why ppl think this is so strange or why they cant just ask ppl to donate them things to sell bc hey they’re an entrepreneur? they even had a pencil behind their ear when they knocked on the door so why aren’t ppl taking their business seriously? probably got distracted several times trying to explain their pitch n chattered abt random other things instead.

honestly anything... fwbs... flings... good influence... someone who cnt stand the fact they’re barely coherent.... someone they stopped on the street one day n asked for their opinion on water beds.... we cn do literally anything. fling ur chara my way n we can talk.

[capriccio-con-espressione]

Lap Fuddles

(© forwardwalk ♈️ )

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sub!Renjun, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Thigh riding, Hair pulling, Spanking, Pegging, Degradation, Profanity, CFNM, Some pretty hardcore graphic dirty talk, Orgasm denial

Word Count: 2k

A/N:

This can be seen as the continuation of this ask @submissivekpop​ (tbh I am the one who sent that in), which is my idea of “steamy passionate sex” mentioned in it, so I strongly recommend reading it beforehand to get a full grasp of the background of this scenario. 

This is also my first published work after I re-start my blog, and I hope doms thirsting after subby Renjun are satisfied!

  "I thought you didn't like being on my lap...but here you are, riding me like a needy horny kit in calling..." You sneer as your hand comes down to slap and pinch Renjun’s cheek, which is still rosy from the spanking earlier, as the fingers of your other hand are still pumping his spot deliciously, causing his delicate body to slightly quiver and speed up his movements, dazed but focused on building up the sensation in his lower abdomen.

  Smirking at his fervent humping as well as his obviously heightened desires, your hand wanders around on his smooth skin. “Where is that defiant sulky little boy who insisted that sitting on my lap is ‘unmanly’ and ‘embarrassing’ hmm? Now look at you, enjoying yourself this shamelessly much just like a fucking slut. Do you think it’s still necessary to maintain your ludicrous ‘manly’ image, since you apparently prefer to be my whore?” 

  Renjun still continues to grind on you, so immersed in the friction provided by your jean-clad thigh that he fails to take notice of your rhetorical question, which soon earns him a firm tug on his hair as he whimpers at the sudden pain.

  “Do you still insist on being ‘manly’ while you are already whoring up?” You grab a handful of his hair, pulling your fingers out of his agape hole as you repeat the simplified question.

  “No... Miss, I don't anymore...please…" Renjun whines at the sense of loss on his prostate.

  “Please what? My little slut.” You deliberately tighten your thigh muscle to make him moan at the sudden change of sensation.

  “Please...Miss, I want…” Renjun sways his hips titillatingly, making his needs fairly noticeable.

  "Can’t even use your words properly, how pathetic." You tauntingly brush your fingers around his entrance in a circular motion. "Tell me exactly where you want me and what you want me to do with you. Make it clear."

  Renjun lowers his head, avoiding your piercing gaze as he blushes and stammers. "Please Miss...I want...mmff...I want you to f-fuck deep into my ass...hahh...w-with your fingers...please"

  "That's my good honest boy." You coo as you immediately push three fingers into him, making him yelp and grasp hard onto your shoulders at the shockwave of pleasure. "Does my slutty little kitten want something bigger and thicker?"

  "Y-yesss Miss...please…" Renjun shudders and stutters as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

  You then plant a light kiss on his cheek before gesturing him to stand up for you to fasten the strap-on dildo around your crotch.

  "Be good and ride my cock. Show me exactly what a desperate fuckaholic you are." You seductively gaze at him as you are lubing the silicone toy.

  "Me...doing it...myself...again?” The tint on his cheeks begins to glow even redder. “Riding your thigh was already embarrassing enough, yet now you still want more? You are pushing it too far you evil devil…”

  You cock your eyebrow in amusement, despite his accusing tone, his complexion, slightly shifty gaze, as well as his lightly twitching cock all give away signs of his arousal.

  “So now I am the evil one here huh?” You disapprovingly scoff, getting up from the couch and push him downwards, forcing him to bend over the cushioned back. "Why bad-mouth the big mighty devil you love so fucking much," You grip hard onto his little waist before landing a hard slap on his still pinkish rear, "when your body reactions already obviously betrayed your words? Hmm my lying little kitten?" You then give him a few consecutive harsh spanks, causing him to let out pathetic whiny moans and squirm under the stinging sensation.

  "You think you are all difficult and formidable…" You slap him for the one last time, then reach down to caress his throbbing arousal generously, before going back up to resume his punishment. "...But in fact, you are nothing but a predictable little licentious kit that is putty in my hands…" You snicker as you press your still clothed chest against his back to breathe hotly near his ear, while your thumb lightly teases his slick entrance as the tips of the rest of your fingers brush stealthily against his sensitive flesh down south.

  "Does my untruthful little brat know why he can't win against his Mistress now?" You wickedly smack his cheeks as you begin to pump his shaft, internally smirking that Renjun is too carried away to utter any word. "It's because I know you too well, and I can read you in a split second just like an open book. I will take advantage of your every possible kink and torture every inch of you until your every single nerve bundle is burning with desires embroidered by my scent, touch, and everything me. Get that? My filthy slut?" Your clear enunciation of the last few words is followed by sadistic laughter ringing in Renjun's ear, the degradation sinking into his trembling body even more, as he can do nothing but hold on tightly to the couch for support.

  "You want to cum huh, my needy little fucktoy?" You sneer as you release your hand originally wrapped around his cock, focusing fully and solely rubbing between his cheeks, as he desperately nods. 

  "You want me to destroy that pretty little fuckhole with my massive dick until you can't get any load out of you anymore?"

  "Y-yesss Mistress...f-fuckk stop teasing me pleaasee…"

  After his plea, you creep behind him, spread his awaiting hole wide, before sliding into him in a slow cautious one-go. As he moans out at the feeling of being stuffed and stretched, you spank him twice, once for each cheek, to turn his sounds of satisfaction into gasps of surprise.

  "I'm still not done with disciplining you yet, slut." You growl as you intersperse your deep thrusts with loud smacks. "You should be punished not only because of your disobedience, but also your dishonesty for not coming clean with me about the true filthy side of you earlier."

  With your one hand still marking his cheek, your other hand creeps up to pinch his already hardened nipple. While Renjun's quivering and panting hard from the triple pleasure, you make his mind messier by pressing close up to him and nibbling his neck. "Now you can think of nothing but my cock buried deep inside you driving you senseless, just like a dim-witted whore you are." 

  Already lost count of how many times his pre-cum has oozed out of his slit, Renjun still wets himself even worse when he feels your tongue moisturizing his sweet spots, along with your gravelly moans vibrating against him. The only two things that matter to him now are first, your ruthless cock ramming into him, second, the last bits of his brain functions ordering him to moan as wantonly as he can because you've trained him to be shamelessly vocal for your enjoyment. You can easily tell the timing when he's getting nearer to his breaking point by the volume and coherence of his moans, but you decide to be cruel and delay his orgasm further.

  "Looks like someone has already got his fair share of dirty pleasure without doing much." Your sly remarks, as well as the withdrawal of your member, rip straight through his climax as he can't help but look into your eyes incredulously. "Why give me that look? You have to make up for the order you failed to follow! Now get your ass down to my lap again and worship my cock properly with that insatiable tight boypussy of yours."

  You quickly shift both of you into the desired position as Renjun, dreading being denied another orgasm again, obediently sinks down on your cock without much hesitation this time.

  "Oh you should've known better don't you?" You gleefully smirk as you slap his jiggling cheeks playfully like treating a toy. "You should know that I am the Queen that completely owns you, and you should be thankful that I grant you the privilege to let you share my throne on my lap, yet you decided to be an ungrateful little rascal." 

  You then commence fondling his balls that ache to be touched again. "See? If you had let me taken over you much more willingly without those stupid attempts to protest, we could have so much more fun together…" While one of your hands is still jerking him off, the other goes up to firmly tug his hair, pulling his head closer to you as your lips approach his ear. "The Queen enjoying the show her little cockslave is putting on and you getting the best fuck of your life...why were you just too stupid to realize that this spices things up for both of us sooner? My pretty little fuckpet?"

  "I was stupid, Your Highness." Renjun slides deeper into his subspace as he bounces up and down on you even faster. "Please allow your dumb slave to cum...please…"

  "Finally someone's remorseful." You muse in delight. "But still…" You steady your lower body and tighten your grip on Renjun, before starting to thrust back up into him, the sensation almost choking the pretty boy, as he leans his chin on your shoulder for extra support, a convenient position for you to whisper more nasty things to him.

  “Look at you now, riding my cock and following commands this well. You do have the potential to be my pliant plaything, but your snarky bratty mouth refused to surrender. But in fact, you are just a tsundere little kitten that treasures your useless pride a bit too much to admit that you love being humiliated and tortured, aren’t you?” Your hips move in sync with his, both of you focused on getting the dildo deeper inside him, as Renjun lets out a faint whimper indicating your pertinent descriptive words has worked on him. “But now since you have been good, I will fuck every last bit of your purity, sanity, rationality and your so-called masculinity out of you until you are a teary vulnerable mess and begging me to have mercy on you, because all you deserve is to be fucked open as my personal sleazy slut every single night…” 

  Renjun feels his second climax soon building up again as both the physical pleasure and the stimuli from your graphic degrading words resonate in harmony in his mind, sending him over the edge. You on the other hand, feel even more empowered and aroused at the fact that though with the fabric barrier of your clothes blocking direct contact with your sub, you still are blessed with the ability to wrap him around your finger, with more ecstasy dripping out of your heat at the sight of a beautifully flushed Renjun humping you in his honeyed voice.

  You respond to his fervent pleas to cum with some gentle coaxes, which soon milk hot spurts of seeds out of him as he gradually slows down and crashes onto you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Doing your aftercare routine to get him back to his senses, you gently peck his limp body and wipe the tears away from the corner of his eyes, then wrap him in a comfy Moomin blanket he likes the most that you have already prepared next to you beforehand, and tell him how good he is at pleasuring you and how ethereal he looks right now while you affectionately pet his hair which is damp from sweat.

  Arms still tightly around your waist, Renjun finally looks up to face you, but avoids your direct gaze from time to time to prevent himself from burning with embarrassment. 

  “Now what? Still too shy to admit that you like lap cuddles?” You lightheartedly tease and nudge him.

  “No, I’m not!” Renjun’s voice, though sounding indignant at first, you can still detect the undertone that is filled with love and the cravings of more intimacy with you.

  You both giggle as you allow him to bury his face in your chest to indulge in your sweet fragrance that never fails to remind him whom he belongs to and feels safe with, cherishing the moment in comfortable silence where you just simply enjoy each other’s company.

[jincherie]

fox rain | intro

• ☽ — pairing: bts x reader • ☽ — genre: crack, fluff, angst, college/uni au • ☽ — words: 9.9k • ☽ — rating: sfw? • ☽ — warnings: this is PRIME crackheadery and headassery, this is literally such a mess fuckk, anyway-- accidental voyeurism, extreme amounts of stress, sleep deprivation (uni life amirite) • ☽ — notes: lets get it miss FOX RAIN!!!!!!!! also: links will be put in at a later date

— posted; 04.05.2019

When the love letter you wrote and submitted as an assignment is leaked to the entirety of your university, it becomes a race against time to dispel rumours and convince the seven suspected muses of the poem that they aren’t the subject before anyone realises that you are the author. Easy, right? Well... maybe not as easy as you think.

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Living as a University student paddling through your second year means that, as one would expect, you aren’t exactly a poster-girl for good decision-making—especially when it comes to things like sleep and time management. Those two areas in particular are probably your biggest weakness, but at least, you think as you pass through the brief lawn that marks the beginning of your University campus and join the throng of tired, yawning students, you are not alone in your suffering. Inability to catch the recommended hours of sleep and manage your time is a common trait among the student population.

It is your poor strength in these areas that landed you where you are now; dead-tired and still dealing with a delayed stress response that was lingering from yesterday’s deadline. You were up stupidly late last night, running on probably about four hours of sleep across three days, and barely coherent as you hastily emailed one of your assignments to your professor. It wasn’t all that hard for you, but you’d forgotten and by the time you realised the deadline was looming so close it was practically on top of you. You’re pretty impressed with yourself that you managed to make it, in all honesty.

You aren’t unfamiliar with this particular state of exhaustion, but thankfully aren’t as completely out of it as you feared you might be when you finally allowed yourself to sleep last night—or rather, this morning. Which you feel might be a good thing, because if you were any more tired than you are right now then you probably wouldn’t have noticed the change in the air as you amble deeper into campus.

Chatter isn’t uncommon in the people you pass on your way to class most mornings, but currently the air is buzzing. A sense of excitement, anxiety and trepidation mixes together within you, a cocktail with a taste eerily similar to fear, as you push forward. The people are excited, animated… you don’t like it. What is there to be so hyped up about at 8AM on a Friday morning? You decide to ignore the buzz and continue to plod on as intended.

You don’t get too far before your ears are catching excited gossip and hushed whispers exchanged between friends, despite your best efforts.

“…who though? Do you think its someone we know? I really…”

Your ears burn with the effort it takes to strain them, but you’re still walking and now too far to catch anything more from them. The next few people you pass do an excellent job of filling in the blanks one by one, offering their own jigsaw pieces to complete the mystery in your mind. Each new thing you hear stirs a certain sense of paranoia in your mind, the voice that always whispers, is this about you? Usually dismissing it is easy, but the more you hear, the more a tendril of dread begins to twirl within you and entwine around your bones.

“… do they know it’s been leaked? I feel so bad for them…”

“… apparently it was sent to their whole class? That’s so embarrassing…”

Oh god, is it you? Something was leaked? Was it nudes? Wait—you don’t have any nudes to leak. Well, not digital ones anyway. You do your best to ignore the paranoid voice in your head that tells  you the poor person everyone is so fussed about is you, hastening your pace and heading towards the building that houses your Music Composition class with renewed vigour.

The people you pass in the halls seem to be abuzz with the same news that everyone else was, and it’s at this point that the dread curling within you is joined by a powerful, burning curiosity. You want to know, god do you want to know what everyone is whispering about. What the hell happened that has everyone like this? How had you not heard anything by now?

More snippets of conversations brush your ears as you near your room, something useful finally brought to light as you hear someone mention an infamous facebook page made by students of the university. Perhaps that is where you will find the answer to the questions flitting across your mind. The morsel of excitement within you is squashed suddenly as you catch something else.

“… what an idiot, to accidentally email everyone. I mean, it’s something I’d probably do, but still…”

You almost trip as your legs freeze and your spine goes rigid, one very important detail surfacing from the depths of your memory. That sounds like something you would do too, and the realisation that just last night you were emailing something particularly sensitive has a horrified sensation sliding down your spine. Suddenly very, very worried, you bolt over the remaining distance between you and the classroom doors.

Your increased speed from before has landed you there much earlier than usual, and the few students that are normally there at this hour shoot you mild looks of alarm before returning to whatever they were talking about before you burst through the doors in your dishevelled, panting state. The teacher isn’t here yet and to your momentary delight there is much more space available, leaving you a wider spread of choices for your seat that what you usually have. You decide to plop your ass in a seat against the wall in the middle-back of the room, quickly pulling out the necessary items for the class and then whipping your phone out, nearly yanking your earphones out by accident in the process.

Hastily, with speed and agility you didn’t even know your fingers possess, you pull up the email app you have hooked up to your private and university emails and slam your fingertip onto the ‘sent’ tab. It takes a second to load, the duration of which you spend resisting the urge to vault yourself over the desk and flee, but when it does you feel your heart drop through your stomach in horror.

The first thing you notice is the abundance of typos and poor grammar that litter the very brief but very incriminating body of the email, and you internally die a bit as you take them all in. The second thing that catches your eye, to your absolute horror, is the actual email address you sent it from. You feel your cheeks catch fire, flooding with heat that spreads all the way to the tips of your ears, and you have never regretted not deleting that stupid, stupid email address you made when you were twelve, more than you did in this moment. You’d not even come anywhere near partly to terms with those first two observations, when you unwittingly make your third, and arguably the worst, observation.

‘bcc: Jodi, Yuki, Jacob… and 423 others’

On god, you’d fucking emailed your heartfelt poem-turned-assessment piece to the entirety of your creative writing course.

You sit in horror for a moment, brain producing some sort of static in the absence of intelligent thought. You feel kind of faint, would it be very alarming to your classmates if you suddenly passed out? Probably—you slap a hand to your cheek, the person in front of you jumping and turning around in alarm at the noise. You don’t even have the presence of mind to assuage their worries because your embarrassment meter is completely fucking maxed out and if you make eye contact with another human being in the next few minutes you know for sure you’re going to combust. God, oh god this is literally your worst nightmare—you’ve had nightmares about shit like this since the night before your first day in high school. Is this karma? You can’t think of anything you’ve done in your meagre years on this earth that would be atrocious enough to warrant a fate like this.

It is in the midst of your current humiliation-fueled crisis that you remember some of the people you passed mentioning a certain facebook page that the university students here held dear— CCU Love Letters, a page where shy individuals could anonymously submit love letters or other such media for the page to post without it being linked back to them. A new shade of horror begins to paint your insides and it’s almost at double speed that you bring up the app on your phone and search for the page in question. It takes a moment to load, but when it does you’re once more stuck fighting the urge to throw yourself over the desk and run away.

There, for all to see, is the poem you’d spilt part of your heart into and submitted as what was supposed to be a confidential assignment piece.

The sight of how many likes, reactions and comments there are already alarms you, but it is as you’re avoiding the comment section that you notice, with an incredible feeling of relief, that nothing like your name or anything similar is present to possibly link it to you. Pausing, you switch apps and go back to the email, scanning it to confirm your suspicions. The great gust of relief that passes your lips has a few heads turning as more people enter the room but you don’t even care, too busy trying not to cry as you console yourself.

Sleep-deprived and incoherent as you were, by some serendipitous miracle you’d forgotten to tack on your name or anything that identified you in the original email, aside from your student number. Even then, the only way someone would be able to link that back to you would be if they find your student card or hack the school systems or something. You’re really about to weep in relief right before your class starts, resting your face in your hands. Have you ever been so close to death that you could almost taste it before? The answer is that you haven’t, but today you almost glimpsed the ruler of the heavens and you’re not keen to repeat the experience.

Attempting to quell the remaining anxiety and humiliation swirling within you, you give yourself a pep talk of sorts. It’s fine, everything is fine. There is no way that anyone would know it was you, and yeah a private poem meant only for your eyes and the eyes of your teacher— perhaps even the person you had in mind while writing it— had been shared to a very public platform where the entire student population could view and read it, but it’s fine. Why? Because they have no way of knowing it’s you who wrote it. A shuddering breath leaves you as you attempt some sort of abridged form of meditation. Fine, it’s fine. You know what? You bet that by the end of your class, no one will even be talking about it anymore. It’s probably old news already, you doubt the mass of student that have better things to worry about than a leaked poem are going to keep being so fussed about it.

Yes, you reassure yourself as the teacher finally enters the room and you begin to prepare the necessary items. By the time your class is over this humiliating incident will be long gone and forgotten in the minds of the student populus, and everything will be fine—  just fine.

x     x     x     x     x     x     x

 Sweet cheese and bacon rolls, things are not just fine as you leave your classroom two hours later and return to the halls that are now ten times more busy and bustling than earlier. You’d stayed in the room long past the time your class was over, using the excuse of studying on the spot, but now you can no longer avoid leaving as the next class’ students begin to filter in and you dart out.

The buzz is worse, everyone is still talking about it and even though it kind of makes you want to throw yourself into the lake on campus you keep self-soothing with the reminder that no one knows the author of the poem is you. Slapping a half-assed smile onto your face in an effort to convince yourself and think a better mood into existence, you leave the building and head towards the food court. You’re in need of comfort and food mightn’t be the best answer but at least it’s better than letting loose a blood-curdling scream in the middle of the road.

Twenty minutes later finds you sitting at a table in the outside area of the food court with newly bought coffee and a big kebab, dissociating as you attempt to ignore the obnoxious chatter about you know what that floats around you. It’s to no avail, evidently, and you pout as you finally reach for the kebab that’s been sitting there for the past few minutes, untouched but still warm.

“... Are you eating a kebab?”

You don’t even jump at the sudden sound of a voice to your side, remaining in your seat and facing forward as the owner comes around to sit across from you, seat scraping the ground. The familiar sight of your best friend as she gets comfortable in front of you makes the urge to spill your current troubles to her rise within you, but just barely you resist. It’s already a mess enough as it is, you don’t need to add to it.

“And if I am?” you ask, raising a brow in challenge. If she’s surprised you’re getting defensive over food that is clearly a very indulgent choice, then she doesn’t show it.

Sera instead laughs, her eyes closing in her mirth as she sweeps her hair over her shoulder and out of her face. “Seriously? It’s almost ten in the morning, you didn’t want something a bit lighter to munch on? Lunchtime isn’t that far away.”

You grumble incoherently, taking a generous bite of the food in question and glaring at the sweet chilli sauce that threatens to drip down your hand as a result. She simply smiles at you, taking out the container of fruit she likely cut up and packed the night before along with a fork, and digging in. This is a bit of a ritual, since your classes align every second day or so— the two of you usually meet after the first class of the morning for something to munch on and chat over. You both eat in silence for a while before she speaks up again, the chatter of a nearby couple apparently reminding her of something she had to say.

“Oh!” she bursts around a mouthful of kiwi fruit, pointing her fork at you as her eyes widen almost comically. If you weren’t busy attempting to chew and not choke on an alarmingly sized mouthful of meat and lettuce, you might have laughed. “Did you see?!”

Ignoring the feeling of apprehension beginning to seep into your abdomen, you tilt your head in question, prompting her to continue. Thankfully, the overly excited girl takes a moment to finish chewing what is currently in her mouth before she speaks once more.

“Did you see?!” Sera repeats, with just as much zest as before. She quickly amends her statement at the perseverance of your questioning gaze. “Or rather, did you hear? Everyone is talking about it!”

The feeling of apprehension in your tummy grows heavier, weighing it down further, but you can only continue to chew your food with a sense of resignation as the girl reaches into her bag for her phone, pretty, manicured fingernails tapping against the screen with a satisfying sound once it has been retrieved from the depths. Her fingers fly across the screen a few times, metal bangles around her wrist tinkling as their charms collide, before she is setting it down and sliding it over to you. Just as you had expected, what she is showing you is the CCU Love Letter post that displays the entirety of your shamefully romantic poem. You swear, the one time you let yourself be a sap and it gets plastered all over the internet for the entire campus to see.

A part of you is thankful you’d figured it out and seen it earlier in the day, because you know that if the first time you saw it was when Sera showed you then your following reaction would have given you away instantly as the author. Of course, you didn’t know why that would be a bad thing— she was your best friend, this was the kind of shit you should be telling each other. You supposed you just weren’t emotionally prepared enough for the embarrassment that would follow your recount of events. So, it is a confession that can wait until another day when you’re less… vulnerable.

Eyes narrowing at the post displayed before you, you glare at the number that displays reactions and comments. It’s gotten bigger, much bigger, since you last checked, and you don’t like that at all. A sense of betrayal fills you at the thought of the student population doing you dirty like this— are you not bros in suffering? Where is the solidarity? The sisterhood? The brotherhood? The sting of this betrayal is not one that you will forget anytime soon.

You make a discontented noise around the food in your mouth, one that Sera misinterprets as one of incredulity and interest, and wallow in a distinct feeling of regret as she immediately takes it as a signal to let her building excitement flow. This is probably the most interesting thing that has happened for her all semester, you don’t doubt she’s going to hold onto it for a while— you can only hope and pray the same won’t be the case for everyone else.

“Some poor soul in our writing course accidentally emailed their assignment to the entire cohort, and then from there someone must have leaked it and submitted it to the CCU Love Letter page,” Sera whispers, as though she’s spilling trade secrets to you. Her words make it seem like she feels sorry for the idiot that has messed up so badly— little did she know that idiot is you— but the expression displayed on her elfish features is anything but sympathetic. It is excitement and a tinge of something else that gleams in her eyes, but you choose not to dwell on it for the sake of your sanity. You feel like you’re going to implode.

“God,” you begin after finally swallowing the gargantuan mouthful you’d taken before, like the idiot you’re gradually proving yourself to be. “That’s so… I feel so bad for them, whoever they are…”

Sera doesn’t even notice the awkward nature of your weak attempt at contributing to conversation, too busy scrolling through her phone— a quick peek tells you she is reading through the comments on the post. You resist the urge to smack the phone out of her hands. You’re a rational being, you’re above such caveman instincts.

“It sucks for them,” she agrees, once more completely unsympathetic. You can’t say you’re surprised; Sera is the type to develop tunnel vision of sorts whenever it comes to the latest bit of gossip or news across campus. “But god, it’s so juicy… I wonder who shared it— I wonder who wrote it?”

Wisely, you choose this moment to take another, perhaps unwisely-sized, bite of your second breakfast. Sera drums her fingers against the flesh of her cheek as she skims through the comments once more, making a sliver of irritation prick your insides.

“Is this what everyone is talking about?” you query, unable to help your next line of questioning. “Why is everyone so hyped up about it?”

Sera hums, bright eyes flicking from her screen to meet your own. You think she looks perhaps a bit too gleeful considering her best friend is suffering immensely at this current point in time, but then again… it’s not like she knows.

“Don’t you see it?” she asks, tinted lips curling. She pauses only to flick her finger over her screen, scrolling through the ridiculous plethora of comments under the post. “It’s like a modern-day rom-com storyline! Everyone is rooting for the mystery author and their ‘one true love’, and the fairytale ending that is bound to result… I’m pretty sure if people had any idea who the author was there would be OTPs and ships already, to be honest.”

Her words have a shudder of horror rolling down your spine before you can stop it, but thankfully her attention is otherwise occupied with the comments once more.

“Touching…” you attempt to smile but can feel it come as more of a grimace, the panic from earlier beginning to return at even the slightest mention of a hypothetical situation where your identity is revealed. “I suppose that would be kind of romantic…”

Sera hums, nodding, and spears the juice-box you didn’t even realise she had with an alarming amount of vigour. Her grin bunches her cheeks as she faces you again. “I’m dying to find out who the author is and who they wrote the poem about, though!”

With a slightly sickening feeling in your stomach, you take another hasty bite of your food. “Mmhm, me too.”

Is it too late to flee the country?

x     x     x     

 By the time your ‘brunch’ with Sera ends and you’re making your way to your next class, you’re fighting the imminent return of the anxiety and panic from earlier. You feel a little high-strung, admittedly, and you’re sure that anyone who passes you in the halls must get the message to give you a wide berth. Resiliently, you continue to console yourself with the fact that no matter your paranoia and fear, no one knows it was you who wrote it. You cling to this a bit like a lifeline, and while a part of you acknowledges that isn’t a very healthy way of dealing with the situation the other parts are living la vida fucking loca and dancing on the precipice of a cliff, the edge of which reveals the possibility of a minor mental breakdown. You’re far too tired to be dealing with this shit but karma got its kiss for you, you guess. What the hell did you even do to deserve this again?

It’s as you near the room where you attend your History of Music class that your attention is wrought from your depressing inner monologue and drawn to a slight commotion in the small seating area to the side. Unsurprisingly, the first person you see is the tall noodle of a man that usually haunts the halls of the musical arts building— surprisingly, the second thing you see is that he’s currently surrounded by a gaggle of girls and guys alike, who flock around him in a manner not all that dissimilar to the way reporters yap at people walking up the steps to a courthouse. You squint, wondering if you were seeing things— since when was Kim Namjoon this popular? Did he commit some blasphemous act forbidden to university students? You once heard he attempted to cut a fruit with the blunt side of a knife, but you didn’t think that counted as a crime against the university— that was more of a crime against common sense sort of thing.

As you walk past, pace quickening because that is one mess you most certainly want no part in from the looks of it, you catch a few of the words thrown into the air. Brows furrowing in confusion, you hasten your steps even more in accordance with the sudden shred of alarm tickling your ribs. The questions the students, who in all honesty look like a bunch of first-years, are throwing at him are all about the moon, and to the odd stranger nearby probably sound like nonsense. To you though… let’s just say that after the events of today so far you have a healthy dose of fear already coursing through yours system and aren’t about to risk your face being caught anywhere near that line of questioning no matter how ridiculously paranoid it made you seem.

“Hey, not to be rude but, uh, I kind of have somewhere to go…” you catch Namjoon’s low register as you zoom past, unable to resist the urge to spare him a brief glance out of curiosity. There are men and women grabbing at his clothes like lost children and he has a look of complete and utter alarm, mixed with a bit of befuddlement, as he attempts to pry their grip off. “Please… my reputation is at stake— HEY, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TOUCHING—”

Unfortunately for you, your haste to leave the scene means that you’re entering your classroom, the door clicking shut behind you and muffling the sounds of the ensuing struggle, before you can catch what happens next. Angry at yourself for moving too fast for once, you move to your usual seat in a similar manner to a sulking toddler and settle in for the lesson. The teacher arrives soon after and you wish you could say your attention was stolen from the scene you’d just witnessed but alas, today was not the day your poor, weathered professor finally received your complete and undivided attention.

For once, the lesson that usually drags on passes quickly, although you think this probably has something to do with the fact that you weren’t paying attention like, at all. Which for you wasn’t unusual, but you were particularly distracted today— understandably so— and you were in all honesty surprised that your teacher hadn’t called you back to earth at any point in the lesson.

Pointedly ignoring the chatter and topic that is becoming so hauntingly familiar to you as the day wears on, you attempt to reassure yourself again as you depart the room once the class has ended. Everything is fine, this is just a temporary fad, a brief trend. It will die down soon like all trends do, surely.

You aren’t sure if you could have really convinced yourself of that completely, but the further into the day you get the wearier you become. As the day continues, you also begin to notice an increasing number of weird incidences. You haven’t touched your phone since this morning and, quite frankly, refuse to until you get home— at which point you will clear your alarms and attempt to sleep through your problems and the entire weekend. Just barely do you resist the urge to pull out your phone when, on the way to your next class, you see a large gathering of people in the lush, green courtyard area outside the older part of the campus. Slightly concerned, you eye the group when you catch sight of them in between columns, the fact that you’re a little pressed for time being the only thing stopping you from halting in the middle of the path and squinting to see better.

You nearly stumble in your steps though, when you finally discern what is going on. What you thought might have been a pop-up food stall or a club gathering was actually a tall male— who you quickly recognised as one of the campus heartthrobs, Kim Seokjin— who appeared to be holding court over the small mass of people that had gathered before him. You couldn’t shut your mouth it dropped so far open in incredulity at what you were seeing as the male yelled something indiscernible and stepped up onto— onto a stool?— and began gesturing emphatically, as though he was a fresh hire presenting his first pitch in front of company executives.

Coming back to your senses somewhat, you try to shut your mouth and turn on your heel, returning to your original path, as quickly as possible. You’re pretty sure his brand of idiot is contagious and you aren’t willing to hang around and find out if it’s airborne. A part of you desperately wants to know what the theatre major is being so dramatic over, but the remainder reminds you that he’s a theatre major and therefore prone to being dramatic about anything and everything he can get his hands on. You pointedly ignore the tiny minority in your mind that whispers suspiciously that god, what if he was talking about the poem?

Nope, he isn’t. Not a chance. You’re safe because the poem is in writing and you’re eighty-five percent certain Seokjin doesn’t know how to read.

Your next class passes in a little bit more of an anxious haze than the last, and you should be relieved because it’s technically your last class of the day but, unfortunately, your current source of income takes the form of tutoring sessions that occur three days of the week and are held in the closest library to the edge of campus that you leave from. Considering that, despite your two hour block of tutoring that you have yet to get through, you have finished classes for the day, your mood is considerably lifted. As well as that, you’ve either grown very good at blocking the voices out or people have finally stopped gossiping about your stupid poem. Regrettably and unbeknownst to you, the part of you that deep down knows the latter is most definitely not the case would soon be proven right.

The soft scent of vanilla and caramel isn’t one you’d traditionally associate with a library, but thanks to the soft-spoken library worker that resides in the one you frequent it’s a scent that greets you often. The young student enjoys having a nice-smelling work environment and you’re not one to complain; while you like the smell of books and paperback you hate the musty undertones that accompany it in libraries. The second you step foot into the library, somewhat early for your first session, your gaze first zeroes in on the table you usually take, free for you to plop your ass in once more, and second onto the tall form of the boy behind the front desk. You decide to throw him a quick greeting on your way over, for once momentarily distracted from the prominent problem that has followed you through the day.

“Hey, Koo!” you throw a smile over your shoulder as you pass the desk, missing the way the boy startles and drops the thick textbooks in his hold all over the desk. You hear the noise though, and when you turn back the boy, Jungkook, is flushed bright blossom pink and hurrying to bend and gather the scattered tomes. Embarrassed that you scared him so badly he dropped absolutely everything in his grasp, you hurry to take your seat and duck out of view. God, can you please just catch a break today? You’re not asking for much, just a little reprieve from the all-encompassing humiliation that’s been dragging after you like a second shadow all day.

Settling into your seat and avoiding looking back to the front desk like the plague, you bring out the books and materials you’ll need— your first client is a bright-eyed, bright-smiling boy whose name the whole campus pretty much knows thanks to a somewhat hilarious incident that ensued in his first year and had you instantly very easily convinced to stay away from moonshine when looking to get drunk off your face. His sunshine-y disposition meant that what would have been crippling for the social wellbeing of anyone else, had actually turned him into one of the most well-known and popular students that attended the university. It is incredible and you are in awe of it, but have yet to crack the code of exactly how he did it. In all honesty at this point you’re willing to accept that it was just part of his nature that had people loving him unconditionally.

The peace and quiet of the library is more than welcome at this point, and you are able to enjoy it without qualm for a good few minutes before your still-racing mind begins to get antsy. You’re not one that deals well with boredom or being patient for extended periods of time, and you got here early enough before the session that its too much time to pass quickly and not enough to spend doing anything meaningful, like studying. You consider your options for a moment, pondering your last resort. It isn’t the most appealing idea right now, but the thought of sitting in boredom for another however-long-it-took-Hoseok-to arrive is even more unappealing. It is for this reason that you finally cave and reach into your bag, pulling out the phone that has remained untouched since early morning. The screen lights up and regrettably unlocks before you can read the notifs, thanks to the over-eager facial recognition feature your phone has. Deciding to just bite the bullet, you open facebook and click the post to survey the damage so far.

Instantly, you are filled with regret. You don’t know how but the stupid thing has become even more popular since the last time you saw it, and to your absolute horror not only has the reactions and comments increased but also the number of shares. Wincing and regretting your choice of schooling, you allow your finger to press somewhat shakily onto the ‘view more’ option in the comments. Your screen adjusts to fit more into view and you don’t get very far before you’re freezing in your seat, heart stuttering anxiously. There, in the body of the most popular comment, is a link— your stomach sinks as you press it, swallowing heavily. What are you about to see, did someone post a response to your poem? Are people making fun of you? Of your shitty, sappy writing? You wait with bated breath as the page finally loads.

You nearly throw your phone.

Just as you feared, the link leads to a post made in a forum on one of the most popular sites that students at this university used to keep up to date on things that were usually dumb or none of their business, aptly named ‘CCU Campus Stalker Space’. It is the first post in a subforum labelled, “Mystery Moon Author & Their Mystery Muse”, and a feeling of nausea begins to rise within you before you even read the first word.

‘posted by u/triceratops [12:36PM]:

unless you’ve been living under a rock all day, you’re bound to have seen or heard about the latest drama to take the campus by storm. it has been learnt from various sources that in the early hours of this morning a poem was sent to the entire cohort of a creative writing course, presumably by accident, and then leaked to the CCU Love Letters page where it has since taken off and gone viral among the students. the questions on everyone’s minds right now are no doubt the same— who is the author, and who is the subject of this lovely poem? well, that’s what we aim to find out, and that’s what i have dedicated some time to figuring out this fine friday. this thread will be dedicated to getting to the bottom of this mystery, and finding the answers we all want, as well as bringing about the happy ending we’re all rooting for! now, please find below my analysis on the poem and the situation, and the connections i have been able to make thus far ^^’

Distantly, you feel your breath quickening slightly as your chest begins to pinch, wide eyes locked on the screen as you continue to read as though in a trance. Your fingers grip the pen in your hold so hard that it threatens to snap and still, you can’t stop reading— even as abject horror begins to seep into your abdomen and slide over your insides like slick ichor and oil.

‘after analysing the poem extensively, there is one clear theme that surfaces frequently throughout; that of the sky, the stars, but most importantly— the moon. evidence and instances of this will be attached in the post below this, but before that i will say that, taking into consideration the various personalities and reputations attending this university, i have been able to narrow potential subjects/muses of the poem down to seven people. each of them is tied to the moon in some form or another, leading me to include them in this shortlist— i will include my reasoning in the post below this along with the other information. without further ado, here are the seven people i believe to be strong candidates for possible subjects of the poem by our mystery author;’

You want nothing more than to stop reading, to throw your phone and flee the scene, yet you cannot stop— each word your eyes rake over hammers home a feeling of dread and horror that swirls with the distinct sensation of regret within you. One after the other, the names listed below the paragraph you just finished punch out the remaining shards of your sanity and ground them to bits.

‘Kim Seokjin’

Your teeth sink into your lip, gripping at the flesh anxiously.

‘Min Yoongi’

You feel kind of faint, hints of the panic from earlier in the day brushing your senses.

‘Jung Hoseok, Kim Namjoon’

The slightest sting of pain registers in the back of your mind from the pressure with which your fingers are gripping the table increases, knuckles turning white.

‘Kim Taehyung’

Each name your eyes pass over brings you closer to the section that has an undercurrent of fear thrumming in your veins.

‘Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook’

Your brain almost refuses to let you read the next part, still reeling over the information it just recieved, but as though you’re in a haze your eyes continue to roll down the screen anyway, thumb scrolling absently.

‘these are the candidates i believe most likely to be the subject of the poem. before we explore further on that, i will list those i have narrowed down as potential authors. the list of students in the writing course is vast, but i have been able to discern the most likely few— only 115 of the 423 students in the course submitted their assignments by email, and of those only 12 were in the class that had the deadline that aligns with the time the author’s email was sent. here are the possible authors of the poem;

Jodi Figuro Lee Melody Sarna Sinter Lee Sera…’

Impatient and desperate to prove yourself and your worst suspicions wrong, your eyes skip ahead, scanning frantically. To your absolute horror, you find exactly what you were looking for, exactly what you feared.

‘and finally; y/n l/n.’

For a moment your mind is silent, buzzing almost like a fluorescent light in a classroom, and then the information fully registers and you kind of want to hurl. The last of your sense and sanity is thrown out the window, food for dogs, and you shoot from your seat, cramming your belongings back in your bag. Oh god oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no—

This can’t be happening— it is happening, oh good lord you’re a good person why is this happening to you? You shouldn’t have sent that stupid email in the state you were in, hell you probably shouldn’t have even written that poem in the first place. Now it’s a mess, a big, massive mess and oh god you can’t even console yourself because now you’re a suspect! Now people think you might be the one who wrote the poem! And you are! But people cannot know that! You nearly trip over the chair in your haste to flee. You want to go home, oh lord do you want to dive beneath your covers and perish in the suffocating comfort of their embrace. Is that too much to ask? You really don’t feel like you’re asking too much—

“Hey, y-y/n are you okay—”

You jump so badly at the sound of a voice behind you that you nearly throw your bag into their poor, undeserving face. The abrupt spin you perform on your heels has you facing who you quickly realise is Jungkook, who you rationally know works here and has likely come over out of concern, but all your brain can think at the sight of him is SUSPECT and suddenly your fight or flight instinct is decisively engaged.

“No! Y-yes!” your brain isn’t fast enough to catch up to your mouth, brain cells on their absolute last fucking legs. “It’s not you!”

Poor Jungkook stares at you with a look of complete and utter befuddlement, whipping out the puppy eyes that usually have you caving when he asks for help sorting textbooks at the desk but right now you’re a shell of a woman, a ghost of who you were this morning before all of this, and you can barely summon coherent thought let alone carry a conversation.

“I— what?” the boy is stuttering but you’re three seconds away from a mental breakdown wherein you scream and dig a hole to shove your head in the dirt like a disillusioned ostrich and you can’t handle this right now.

Your brain is running on a loop and the sad truth is that your speech isn’t much better. “Not!” you almost yell, voice at an absolutely inappropriate volume and pitch for a library. “Not you! It’s not you!”

You then have the sense of mind to flee while you can, and without further ado spin and bolt out of the library. If you can just get home in one piece you can gorge yourself on ice-cream, the expensive shit, and pretend none of this ever happened. Head in the sand, that’s where you want to be.

Unfortunately for you, it seems the universe has other plans. You don’t even make it out of the library before you run into the next person to push you closer to a mental breakdown.

“Woah, y/n, where are you going?” the alarm riddling Hoseok’s tone might have touched your heart on any other day, but right now you were too focused on your escape to appreciate the sentimental value of the moment. “We have a session right now? Hey, are you okay?”

You go to tell him that no, you are not, in fact, ‘okay’, but all that escapes you for a moment is a choked sound from the depths of your larynx. You don’t think Hoseok has ever looked as concerned for another person’s wellbeing as he does now, dark eyes wide and slightly frightened. Is it you? You feel like your head is about to explode, does it show?

“Nghgh…. Hoseok,” your voice is a little too high and it only serves to alarm the poor redhead even more. “For personal reasons… I will be cancelling away— passing today— away— I will have cancel. I’m s.. I need to go.”

Making the most of his current shocked-senseless state, you turn and begin to dash down the hall once more. Are you acting suspicious? God you hope not—

“y/n, wait—”

“IT’S NOT YOU!” you squawk in a mismatched response, scurrying down the hall as fast as your wobbly legs will take you. Each step you take is a step closer to home, each step you take is a step closer to home—

Careening around the corner of the library hall, only metres away from the glass double doors that mark the entrance, the last thing you expect is to almost run into two of the other people who are on that god forsaken list.

Kim Taehyung, with his artistically messy mop of light honey hair, is leaning against the wall that houses the vending machines. He appears to be mid-discussion with the shorter red-haired male before him that you know to be his friend, Park Jimin, who in all honesty you don’t think even goes here? You’re so close to the exit that you’re almost frothing at the mouth in relief yet you can’t help the way your eavesdropping little ears pick up on their conversation.

“Have you ever heard of this dude, Kim Nam— what was it? Kim Nam-Moom? Nam-Moon?” It is Jimin that is currently talking, gestures wild and emphasised as he shifts his weight and cocks the hip that has his hand on it. “Anyway whatever his name is that bitch has gotta go, there can only be one winning protagonist in this romcom and it’s gonna be me.”

Taehyung, who thankfully hasn’t seemed to catch sight of your wired form yet, slaps a hand to his chest as his mouth drops open. The part of you that isn’t running around and bouncing against the walls of your skull like a headless chicken thinks that he’d probably do pretty well in your Tuesday morning drama class, he has that sort of air.

“I’m on the list too?” he says, and points a finger at his friend, brows raising. You think the effect he is looking for with his expression is somewhere between heartbroken and accusatory and, oddly enough, he achieves it for the most part. His voice drips with challenge. “Are you gonna kill me, Jimothy, after all I’ve done for you?”

Admittedly, a particularly-wired part of you wants to burst into borderline hysterical laughter at hearing the male call Jimin, who is actually the second student you tutor every other day after Hoseok, something like ‘Jimothy’, but your instincts are still stuck on fight or flight and your poor brain gets stuck choosing between them. The end result is like when you can’t choose whether to say ‘have a good day’ and ‘goodbye’ and end up saying ‘have a goodbye’ instead.

Your first bet is to dart past and hope they don’t see you, but when you embark on that journey it takes all of a second for their gazes to move to  you and for you to be, regrettably, caught out. Panicking, you halt to point at both of them and present your winning argument.

“It’s not either of you!” It comes out a garbled mess and you want to shrivel up and die already, but somewhat productively choose to  instead channel that energy into your prompt escape from the scene.

Before either of them can even open their mouths and ask what you mean or, better yet, if you’re alright, you’re already bolting to the glass doors and darting through the first narrow gap big enough to fit you through it as they automatically open.

Realistically, you know that everyone is looking at you because you give off the energy that you’re about to have a mental breakdown and not because they know, or even suspect you’re the author. Even so, it feels as though everyone’s eyes are on you at once and you suddenly feel extremely paranoid, making the executive decision to shortcut through a building in an effort to escape the weight of their gaze.

Lady Luck has truly scorned you and thrown you to the dogs, you know this because the second you step foot into the building, the glass door not even having time to slide shut behind you, you’re being pulled to the side and hands are gripping your shoulders.

“y/n! Please tell me I need to know.” To your utter shock and horror it’s Namjoon that has you in a panicked death-grip and you want to fall back and let the wind carry you away to a place where none of this is happening to you. You’ve hardly come to terms with the fact you’ve managed to so far run into five of the seven candidates mentioned in that stupid post when he continues, shaking you a little. His eyes are wide and filled to the brim with concern, but for what you will never know.

“Do I look like a Nam-boob to you?”

A scream bubbles in your throat before you have the presence of mind and self-control to stop it, and you yank yourself from his hold with a shriek. You don’t even have the capacity to process how dumb what he just said is, nor the energy for the incredulity that would follow. All you can manage, mind stuck on the fact that he was listed as a possible candidate and you cannot have him thinking he is the subject of the poem, is a sharp, warbled, “IT’S NOT YOU, EITHER!”

With that, you leave him standing in place, wide-eyed and slightly scared as you tear off down the hall like a madwoman. In your haste to flee and the result of your poor decision-making earlier, you don’t even realise you’ve entered a building you’re completely unfamiliar with until it’s too late. Relief floods you as you find an exit, finally, and you bolt from the building as quick as your legs can take you.

You emerge onto the grassy area that you’d passed by earlier, bag slipping from your shoulder almost as you register the throng of people dispersing from the centre of the area— you choose to ignore it for the sake of your current mental state. Perhaps unwisely, you take this as a moment to catch your breath and adjust your bag, but evidently it is a moment too long because barely a split-second later there is another all-too-familiar voice greeting your ears and making you jump five feet into the air.

“y/n?” The voice is coloured with surprise and you turn, a knowing horror lurking in the pit of your abdomen, to see the one and only Kim Seokjin standing before you. His eyebrows shoot up at the sight of your face and the confirmation it is, indeed you. He is apparently blind to your frazzled appearance, you note this because he immediately continues like nothing is amiss in your current high-strung presentation.

“Aw, y/n, you literally just missed the greatest TEDtalk of my career, perhaps even all time,” his plush lips are tugging into a shit-eating grin and you can feel your last brain cells, the final frontier, depleting just looking at him. “You see, I just brought around thirty-something people to see the light on why I am the true subject of the moon poem. Don’t worry though, the next session will start soon, you didn’t miss out. I’m actually booked out until about eight PM so you’re kind of lucky—”

A muted sound, awfully akin to a sob, escapes you, but the pink-haired male doesn’t even notice, too busy enjoying the sound of himself talking. He turns to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Compassion drips from his features, brows furrowed as he places a hand on his heart.

“I understand you must have heard the news late and rushed straight here to hear my piece… fear not young padawan for I am nothing if not a humanitarian always willing to help those in need.”

“You’re so stupid,” you finally manage to dislodge the incredulity holding your tongue in place and your words come out in a sob. You slap your hand to your face as your eyes genuinely sting with tears. “You’re so— so stupid oh my god, I’m going to kill you—”

It’s like the fucker is deaf to anything that isn’t praise and compliments because he’s not even remotely phased by your words. The simper that curls his lips kind of makes you want to throw your fist in his face but instead you turn on your heel, choosing to be the bigger woman.

The sensible thing to do would be head in the direction you need to go to get home, but you’re currently too focused on the need to escape and instead end up darting across the field into another building. If the universe won’t let you go home then you guess you’ll just lock yourself up in a janitor’s closet or something for some reprieve. You hear Seokjin yelling after you as you make a hasty retreat, despite your best efforts to block him out.

“Should I book you in for a later session? y/n? HEY COME BACK YOU KNOW I NEED PRAISE AND VALIDATION DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE WITHOUT GIVING IT TO ME—”

The firm thud of the next building’s doors closing behind you might just be the best sound you’ve heard all evening. Eager to put even more distance between you and Seokjin, you start to move once more. Idly, you recognise the building as the one next to the engineering centre— the architecture building? You know this part of campus is actually close to the dorms you used to stay in, but the realisation isn’t as comforting as you wish it was.

Feeling like an absolute shell of a woman at your complete and utter witt’s end, you scrape your feet down the halls with all the energy of a tired victorian-era ghost. Closet, or a classroom? Which is a better place to have a mental breakdown? If you don’t cry soon you’re worried the suppressed tears are going to leak out your pores, and you really don’t want to look or feel like you’re sweating a monsoon’s worth of tears. Realising that classrooms come with the risk of students entering whenever they please, you settle on the next closet you see embedded into the wall. It’s a room deep into the bowels of the building, not too far from the bathrooms you accidentally stumbled upon last time you were here. The sight of it brings a morsel of hope amongst the trauma the day has brought you and you think any minute now you’re really going to cry from the stress. The thin plaque near the top of the door informs you that this particular closet houses cleaning supplies and you’re not really in a position to be picky so you take what you can get.  

Eager for the next best thing besides the sweet release of death— complete and utter solitude, for anyone wondering— you waste no time in gripping the handle and yanking the door open. Usually you’d rather tear your own toes off and feed them to the monstrous fish in the lake than trespass into a cleaning closet but you’re truly a hair’s breadth away from total mental collapse and at this point in time you could care less. You should have known that the universe wasn’t going to let you choose a damn closet in peace.

As you swing the door open with enough force that the hinges squeak, there are several things that come immediately and alarmingly to your attention. First, is the light hanging from the ceiling which is already on and humming softly. Second, is the tall old-school mop leant against one of the walls in the small space, a pair of mismatched googly eyes slapped onto the twisted bundles of thread that hang limply, despondently, on the side of the mop not pressed against the wall. Third, the closet reeks of must and sweat and a sneeze is already building in your nostrils when you realise the fourth and fifth, arguably the most alarming, details about the closet.

You’re not alone in the space and the male standing kind of slumped against the wall, momentarily frozen and staring at you with wide eyes, is someone very familiar to you. Min Yoongi, your old RA from when you were staying in the dorms last year, stands like a deer caught in headlights before you— your gaze trailing the length of his pale arm leads you to the fifth and final discovery that, arguably, is probably the one that finally pushes you over the edge. Your brain flatlines and heat floods your face so unbearably you feel like your head is about to tip off your shoulders.

It would seem as though you’ve walked in on Min Yoongi having a bit of good, old-fashioned one-on-one time with Min Jr.

The two of you stand in silence for a few seconds as the situation sinks in, your eyes unable to remove themselves from where they are fixed on his Min Sceptre until you forcibly tear them away. It’s only as your cheeks burn and your gaze flicks shamefully between his face and where his hand stays frozen mid-stroke that Yoongi seems to realise you’re not an apparition and indeed he’s been caught with his literal hand down his literal pants— well, they’re open and halfway down his legs but you get the idea.

For some reason, the male doesn’t think to tuck away his junk before he begins speaking in defence of himself and his actions. It hangs loud and proud still engaged and engorged, ready for battle, as he sputters in an attempt to form a response.

“It’s not- not what it looks like— actually,” the shamed expression that had contorted his features quickly twisted into one of indignance; shamefully you note that he’s still full-mast and not looking like he’s about to lower any time soon. “It’s exactly what it looks like. What, you want me to say sorry? Can’t a man jerk his gherkin in peace? I don’t have to explain myself to you!”

Your mouth drops open, brain still decisively flatlining and out of commission for probably the next few days, and the male continues on, his free hand flying into the air to gesture emphatically while the other remains in a trusty grip around the long balloon that still— still— doesn’t look like it’s going to deflate anytime soon. “I just need five minutes— five minutes! — without a freshman asking me for some god damn fucking TOILET paper, alright?”

You really can’t help but wonder, how is it that he’s still got such impressive blood flow to his lower region despite the situation and his rapid, indignant defence. He drops into silence for a moment, dark eyes looking at you expectantly. You’re still speechless.

“Well?” he prompts, his free hand resting on his hip in a posture similar to that of a middle-aged mother with a can-I-speak-to-your-manager haircut scolding her misbehaving child. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I…” you feel kind of faint, too much blood rushing to you head, and struggle to formulate a fitting response— and really, what the hell can you say in response to this? He’s still standing there with his dick out! His DONG-saeng! His home-grown churro! Is he not embarrassed, at all? How is he still fully pumped and rearing to go?! “Y… p-pee- peen—”

“Go on, do you have anything to say about rudely walking in on me at such a crucial moment? Mop-ssi here was about to get to the good stuff, do you have any idea—”

For the first time since you’d entered the closet, Yoongi releases his grip on his ramrod serpent and your gaze is caught, once more, as it bounces heavily in the air. All the remaining blood in your body rushes to your head and you have a moment of realisation that you’re about to literally pass out, right before you do. At least, you think as your vision fades to black and the last thing you see is Min Jr winking at you salaciously, at least you were finally getting some reprieve from the nightmare this friday turned into. When you wake everything will be fine, this will be just a dream. It’s fine, it’s all over now.

Unfortunately for you it is, in fact, not over.

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[darker-soft-starker]

So I was thinking that a lot of fic is about Tony fcking Peter in half but what about Tony taking soooo much pleasure in just fingering, rimming and blowing Peter and just cumming because Peter makes the best noises

Oh honey, you get me, you really do. I can totally see this. Tony would 100% get off on this. This is just something quick n salty/sweet xo

So, like, of course they like their usual play, right, Peter absolutely lives to get filled with Tony, to be covered by him, inside and out - and to return the favour every now and then too. Tony loves it, loves fucking Peter but he’s had like, thirty fond years of experience in getting his dick wet. he’s been there, done that, literally, but never, not once in his robust portfolio of lovers, has he ever experienced anything like Peter fucking Parker. 

So Peter has had a couple of casual relationships before he finally gets together with Tony while he’s still in college. He’s a little self conscious because, well, he’s…received a few comments from his lovers in the past, mostly just throw-away observations that he’s definitely not a quiet lover, and there was that one memorable time when he was single that his neighbour slipped a note under his door telling him to stop playing porn so loudly, when in fact he’d just been masturbating at home alone to thoughts of tony. So he notices that he’s more, um, vocal thank your average joe. 

Anyway, point is that Peter has made more of a conscious effort to be quiet in bed, especially when he and Tony start becoming more intimate together. He doesn’t want to scare the older man off or have him think that he’s weird or anything. After pining after Tony for so long, he wants to be wanted, to be taken seriously and for everything to go right. So he bites his lips in bed, muffles his moans into sheets and pillows, clenches his jaw so tight it sometimes aches, just to keep it all in. 

Tony, of course, notices this almost immediately, can see the restraint in Peter, and honestly, he doesn’t even bring it up. He knows Peter, knows exactly what he’s thinking and what he’s doing and frankly it’s kind of sweet. So Tony just thinks challenge fucking accepted and tries to encourage the noises when he hears them so Peter knows it’s okay. He’s always been a man of action over words anyway.

It becomes almost a game to Tony to elicit as many noises as he can from Peter, unintentionally creating some kind of pavlovian response within himself to hearing Peter’s pleasure, the soft moans, the mumbles, the hums, unrestrained enjoyment that feeds back into his own. 

The best part is that Peter can go more than once, more often than not. It means that Tony can just take his sweet fucking time with him and go fast, then slow, or the other way. He can roughly push Peter down on the sofa after dinner and kneel in-between his legs and just mouth wetly at his boys groin. It usually takes Peter by surprise so he starts with a soft, breathy, ohh, uh okay, and looks down at Tony with this look like he can’t believe what he’s seeing, that this is real. It spurs Tony on, makes him feel wanted and useful and eventually he rids Peter of his pants and underwear completely, pressing kisses to the soft, sensitive flesh around Peter’s upper thighs, at the crease of his groin. 

The increasingly laboured breaths begin around then, around the time that Peter’s toes start curling by Tony’s knees and his fingers clench at Tony’s shoulders, in his hair. When Tony actually pays his cock any some direct attention, completely hard and worked up at this point, he groans lowly and quietly, like Tony is a warm bath he just stepped into. Tony takes this moment to look up at Peter, to catch the high flush on his cheeks, the wetness of his lips, and when their gazes meets he suckles the head of Peters cock into his mouth. By then the younger man too distracted to hold back the thin, high sounding mmmhh, ohhhh

It’s just the beginning and by the time Peter has finished coming in Tony’s mouth after a thoroughly prolonged blowjob and a drawn out ahhh, oh ohh god that’s –, Tony’s hair is a mess and his cock is impressively hard within his pants despite not even being touched. So he leads them to their bedroom, both their remaining clothes stripped and dropped carelessly along the way. He always makes Peter walk in front of him to see that bare ass bounce lightly with his steps, even as Peter looks back at him with an expression that is both playful and bashful, the younger mans hand sneaking down behind him to jack lightly at Tonys neglected cock. 

When they finally get to a bed Tony wastes zero time in pushing Peter down on it face first, crawling up after him. When he gets comfortable Peter always turns his head from where he rests it on his forearms, watches Tony watching him, sighing softly, melodically, when Tony presses a kiss to the base of his spine. The noise shouldn’t reach his dick but it does, as does the contended humming behind Peter’s teeth as Tony trails his mouth downwards, hands spreading Peter’s cheeks to get to his dusky hole. 

The first swipe of his tongue over his rim always makes Peter jolt a little, a cut off gasp of mmm fuckk, ah, that rapidly devolves into short, hitched breaths as Tony finally works his tongue inside, thumbs stroking at his perineum, using his weight to press Peters legs into the bed. 

Later, by the time he has made Peter into a writhing mess he’s worked two lubed fingers into his hole, telling Peter he looks so gorgeous like this, feels so good around him, encourages him to make those whines, says to Peter, do you feel this? this feel good, baby? just to hear him moan in response. He asks Peter if he should stop, if they should take a breather, just to hear his baby say his name, please, ahh Tony - fuck, k-keep going. And he does, wishing he can spend all day and night like this, working Peter into this uninhibited state where the pleasure is so intense he has to abandon all sense of self-control. 

The second or third time Peter comes is when Tony finally takes himself in hand, positioning himself to rut and in-between Peters cheeks, the heat in his stomach feverishly increasing with the quiet, reverent, tony, tony, ngh so good, Peter’s body pliant beneath his. He finishes over Peter’s skin with a groan of his own, the sound of his own smitten heartbeat ringing in his ears. 

[ssironstrange]

endgame rant

SPOILERS AHEAD PLEASE AVOID IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT YET

yeah i know i said i wouldn’t post spoiler shit but listen i gotta get this off my chest ok

i have some REAL BIG FUCKING ISSUES with the way the russos handled a lot of plotlines. don’t get me wrong, this movie was amazing and epic and fucking award worthy, but as a fan i’ve taken offense to a Lot of things.

clint

nothing about his ronin story makes a lick of fucking sense in the mcu. his family is dusted so he…… goes on a mass murdering spree??? decides that he should get a haircut and spend the next five years getting an edgy tattoo sleeve??? um. okay then. destroy the past like 10 years of his character having one of the best moral compasses of the entire team. why did he take up using a fucking SWORD in present day? do you know how long it takes to master swordsmanship at the level he was? with at least half of the world’s teachers gone? more than five fucking years thats for damn sure. and between him and natasha dying for the soul stone? it should have been him. i know he had a family and all but listen. nat went through physical and psychological torture. her body was modified against her will. she was brainwashed and used. and finally, FINALLY she gets free of it all, finds a family in the avengers, and continues to try and better herself to make up for things that weren’t even her fault to begin with. and clint? what did he suffer? oh thats right. nothing. he’s just damn good at his job and loves his family. the fact he has a family sucks for sacrifice, but they are well taken care of and every single one of his kids are old enough to understand AND nat would have stepped in immediately as a parental figure to help laura. they fucking fridged nat for clint and i will never forgive that.

thor

here we go. thor’s character legit made me uncomfortable. they went way overboard with the new thor personality. but… fatshaming and making fun of his very real depression and ptsd?? wtf russos. like, haha he let himself go so funny but its NOT. he wasn’t even like…. fat, for one. just a normal dadbod and beer belly. which by the way seems a lot more realistic according to most norse myths of the gods. they were warriors, yeah, but they drank a fucking lot and feasted a fucking lot so. anyway. thor has lost his entire family. not only that but he watched them all die. he saw his mother bleed out. he watched his father disperse into nothingness. he watched the brother he has loved and cherished no matter the amount of times of betrayal and misdeeds get his neck snapped and his lifeless body thrown to the ground. and then the sister he never knew he had killing almost all of your people and then being forced to find a way to kill her. can you imagine trying to cope with that??? and when you put his age into our perspective, he’s only in his 20s. so imagine seeing your whole family die before you’re even 25, then taking on the responsibility of ruling your people. said surviving people are then massacred in front of you with only a few dozen escaping. THEN living with the guilt of blowing your chance to kill the man responsible for that and unable to stop him from decimating half the universe. (and even when he does get revenge on him, it’s too late) tell me you wouldn’t have an atomic level meltdown. thor is suffering so much and all they can do is make fun of him for it and shame him for it. he deserved better.

steve

yall know i don’t like steve. i don’t hate him and i’m not anti-steve, i’ve just never enjoyed his rather inconsistent character and self-righteousness. it felt like we were FINALLY getting a steve i could get behind in this. a steve that swears like he should. a steve who still puts on a brave face for the public but behind closed doors with friends he’s miserable and broken like the rest of them and SHOWS it to them. a steve who realizes he is stuck in the past and just can’t seem to move forward. a steve who i can finally see the culmination of EVERYTHING he’s been through resting on his shoulders and eating him alive inside. finally we were getting a properly layered steve rogers. and then tony came back and that all fell apart. we didn’t get the apology steve owed him (and tbh tony owed him one too but we’ll get to that), we didn’t get a remorseful steve. he didn’t even address the goddamn issue. he went straight back to his bullshit. admittedly he was a better listener this time around and a far better team player overall. it wasn’t a total loss. but. BUT. his ending? no. hell fucking no. i’m happy he and peggy got their life, but it still shouldn’t have happened. how fucking selfish. how fucking backwards of his character. i get he didn’t have a choice in being brought back into the present and that is unfair and sucks for him, but what fucking right did he have to mess with a timeline like that? what right did he have to just decide without telling anyone he was done and giving up? why did he get the fucking happy ending???? steve rogers who looked tony in the eyes and said he wasn’t the kind of man to lay on the wire for someone copped out. steve rogers who knows of all the social progress we’ve made decides to go back to a time where he would be forced to accept segregation and extreme gender inequality and rampant, blatant, gross racism of all sorts oh and more war and alkjdalksdhkas NO plus they broke their own time travel rules so like whatever i guess right?? it’s okay if steeb gets his stupid happy ending right? god is it SO MUCH TO ASK FOR JUST ONCE TO HAVE A GOOD CHARACTERIZATION OFCAP???? it’s not your fault cevans honey you’re doing amazing your directors just have no fucking idea 

tony

frankly this has been amongst rdj’s best performances of tony. i’m still partial to a lot of his acting in the iron man movies BUT this was FANTASTIC. him finally being allowed to absolutely go off on steve was fucking delicious and everything i was waiting for. let it all out tony baby. buuuuut we should have also had something more. i know my fellow tony stans typically don’t believe it but tony was wrong in civil war too. surprise they both fucking were. ANYWAY. i was waiting for an honest apology between them both. after everything they just went through, NONE of the petty bullshit they went through before matters at all. and yet the closest thing we get is tony just being like “turns out i don’t like to hold grudges” or what the fuck ever. why is it so hard just to make one of them say i’m sorry, the other say i’m sorry, admit it was a bunch of BULLSHIT hug it out and then go forward???? ugh. their choice to make tony suddenly care about his dad and be happy to see him???? disgusting. they made it canon that howard was an abuser, neglectful, cold, and hateful. it’s been a BIG DEAL how tony has struggled with the relationship to his dad because of how shitty the man was to him. and then they do tHAT? fuuuuCK that!!!! i’m not saying tony isn’t allowed to forgive howard. thats fine and expected tbh. but they pushed it way too far. the tony stark we’ve known for the last decade would never get all giddy and happy to see him and hug him and fucking thank him??? what the fuckk?? god that was gross. you know what we should have gotten? what tony deserved more than howard fucking stark? MARIA STARK!! and then, of course, my main issue. they fucking killed him. which only tells us, the audience and fans that no matter what you suffer and sacrifice that your only way to redemption is death. jesus fucking christ i am SO angry over this. they killed the two who suffered the fucking most. the two who every single goddamn day worked on being a better person. nat and tony both deserved so much better than waht they got. how the fuck did it make sense to kill tony who now has a fucking CHILD, who still has a future, who FINALLY FOR ONCE IN HIS FUCKING LIFE FOUND A SHRED OF PEACE????? and then let steve just go selfishly galavant through time as he pleases to have the cute happy ending? FUCK that ending. fuck it right up the ass with a huge unlubed cock. steve should have been the one to use the gauntlet. period. he should have been the one to die like that. i would have still fucking cried but you know what?? that would be the most cap thing ever. i wanted a mirror of pre-serum steve jumping on that grenade, but this time grabbing the gauntlet and not hesitating for a split second to snap. but no. they killed tony who left behind a wife who DESERVED MORE THAN HAVING THE MAN SHES LOVED AND SUPPORTED AND MARRIED AND HAS A CHILD WITH RIPPED AWAY FROM HER!!! tony who left behind a daughter too young to really comprehend yet why her daddy isn’t going to be coming back. fuck you russos. the injustice of it is astounding. i’m never going to get over it. you know how they could have killed tony? if they really felt like they needed to? have him grow old and die naturally of old age with pepper in their cute little lakeside house after watching morgan grow into such a strong and brilliant person. but oh. they gave that to steve. right.

stephen

i’ll never complain about having more stephen content but uhhhh i’m gonna complain that we didn’t get more than what we got cause after sitting in the soulworld for five fucking years you canNOT tell me he didn’t get even stronger with time to practice and meditate and work through every iota of information of mystical shit in his head. and yet they sidelined him??? after we’ve SEEN what he’s capable of in IW? just gonna put him on flood control???? something that any of those goddamn sorcerers could have done while he helps wipe the floor with thanos or any of the thousands of enemies? fuuuuuuuuuck that. can you fucking imagine how quickly thanos would have been taken out if it were wanda, carol, and stephen all three against him? jesus. he’s literally amongst the most powerful people but nah, just have him stand over there.

the gay russo

FUCK you for that. i am LIVID about it. yall can’t fucking make valkyrie bi???? or carol????? yall can’t GET AN ACTUAL GAY ACTOR? “ We felt it was important that one of us play him, to ensure the integrity and show it is so important to the filmmakers that one of us is representing that. “ WHAT????????? are you fucking telling me a WOC WHO IS OUT AS BISEXUAL AND WANTS HER CHARACTER TO BE BISEXUAL COULDNT ENSURE THE INTEGRITY OF AN LGBT CHARACTER???????????????? “ It is a perfect time, because one of the things that is compelling about the Marvel Universe moving forward is its focus on diversity.”  SEE PREVIOUS COMMENT????? oh my god fuck them forever.

lets make rules for our time travel then break them immediately

idek whats going on in the timeline anymore. they utterly fucked up and BROKE the timeline of 2012 avengers after letting loki get away with the tesseract. which should have cascaded into their future but, well, it didn’t. so i GUESS now we’re just pretending that made a new timeline which makes no goddamn sense but whatever i guess. steve going back to completely fuck with his timeline, or a timeline at least, and having no consequences in the future besides being old. okay. sure??? we can do all that but we can’t fucking get natasha back. right. cool. okay.

anyway i’m sure theres more bugging me but these are the things bothering me most.

and frankly i don’t care if anyone disagrees i’m not arguing or debating any of this. 

[theworldofotps]

I’m Your Master

(Not WWE) This is my one and only fic that will be with someone who isn't from WWE. So any of you getting the idea to ask for anyone outside of WWE please forget it. I really enjoyed writing it but I'm more comfortable writing WWE Superstars as they are who I'm most familiar with. ___________________________

Pairing: Rosemary x reader Word Count:1,933 Description: When your girlfriend's enemy Jessicka starts pestering you, you brush it off continuing to work. However, when Rosemary find out Jessicka made a deal with Father James Mitchell setting a price and her interest on you, Rosemary takes you off to show you who the master is. Right after threatening both Jessicka and Father James. Requested by: @forestspirit12  I did the absolute best that I could darlin and I really hope that you like it. _______________ Tag list: @biforbecky2belts @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @detectiveramen @sassymox @trent7thirsting @the-beastslayers-queen @thewrestlingwarehouse @new-zealand-chic @reigns420 @sassyspacedust @burnitbalor @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch 

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 "Well well what have we here?"

Y/n turns to look over her shoulder frowning slightly when she spots Jessicka leaning against the wall near her.

"Um hello."

Turning back to organizing her makeup containers y/n hopes that she'll take the hint and leave.

 "Where's Rosemary?"

 "Why do you care? You two can't stand each other."

 "I just thought I'd let her know that to make our next match interesting I made a deal with Father James and put a price on your pretty head."

Stopping from sorting the brushes y/n glances over her shoulder trying to keep her breathing level. She wouldn't say it out right but Jessicka scared her and she could only imagine with that smirk what kinda deal she made. 

"Well I don't know where she is right now so if you'd excuse me I have to get ready for the talents to come in."

"I’ll be seeing you soon.”

She winks brushing her fingers against y/n’s cheek then walking from the room y/n sighs trying to shake off the creeps and get on with her day. Working on the talents she can’t help but keep thinking of what Jessicka said, what kind of price did she set? When she finally meets up with Rosemary for lunch she is in her own world thinking and doesn’t notice her girlfriend talking until Rosemary snaps her fingers.

“Baby! Are you alright? I’ve been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes and you’ve been completely zoned out.”

“Oh sorry, I was just thinking I didn’t mean to ignore you, sweetie.”

“What were you thinking so hard about?”

Biting her lip y/n internally battles with herself on if she should tell Rosemary now or wait till later.

“If it’s bothering you that much you might as well tell me about it now.”

“Okay, well earlier when I was getting everything set up in makeup Jessicka came in.”

“What the hell did she want?”

Rosemary asks glaring as she watches y/n shift in her seat sensing her nervousness Rosemary takes a deep breath lacing their fingers together.

“She asked me where you were I told her I didn’t know but asked her to leave because I needed to get ready for the talents.”

“That’s my good girl did she leave?”

“No, not right away she said she wanted to make your next match interesting and made a deal with Father James and put a price on my head. Then right before she left she stroked my cheek and apparently rumor is she’s interested in me.”

“She did what!?”

Rosemary shouts jumping to her feet looking around to see if Jessicka was in the lunchroom y/n grabs her hand.

“Please love don’t fight with her now I just want to get through the rest of today and go home.”

“She really scared you didn’t she?”

Y/n nods her head looking down at her hands to avoid looking at Rosemary who cups her chin eyes softening as she looks at her.

“Hey, you are completely safe alright? I’m not going to let that happen over my dead body and then some will she ever try and get with you. You are mine everyone knows that by the time I’m done with her it’s going to be etched into her brain.”

Pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s lips Rosemary gives her a cheeky smile as they enjoy their lunch together talking about their weekend plans. After leaving y/n in the makeup department when lunch is finished Rosemary goes off in search of Father James first. Knocking his door she yanked it open when she hears his voice call out.

“Rosemary to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“Cut the bullshit I want to know why you made a deal with Jessicka to put a price on y/n’s head?”

“I was just merely making a business decision there was no harm in it y/n wouldn’t have been hurt. I personally think she’d enjoy her time with Jessicka and it would be the perfect way to make your next match inter-.”

He is cut off mid-sentence when Rosemary grips his throat pushing him into the wall eye narrowed to near slits.

“My girlfriend is NOT part of any deal, or price or bargain if someone comes to you like that ever again you turn them away and tell me immediately or I will fuck you up.”

She hisses tightening her grip on his throat keeping him pinned to the wall as he tries to push her off his throat.

“Is that understood?

”“Y-yes.”

He croaks out Rosemary drops him leaving the room to give Jessicka the same warning and just a little more roughness. At five in the afternoon with her things, all packed y/n stands next to the makeup department door waiting for Rosemary.

“Sorry about the wait baby, I had to have a chat with the boss about an upcoming match. You ready to head home?”

“That’s okay and yes please these heels are killing my feet I definitely need to wear sneakers next time.”

Chuckling Rosemary kneels slightly wrapping her arms just under y/n ass smirking at her.

"Come on baby wrap those legs around me just like this morning."

"But I have these shorts on they'll ride up even farther on my thighs."

"Not like I haven't seen them before besides, maybe if they see my little marks on you they'll understand you're mine."  

Y/n blushes lightly at the mention of the love bites on her inner thighs that had her moaning her lover's name last night. Shoving Rosemary's shoulder as she wraps her legs around her waist Y/n holds her heels in hand kissing her girlfriend quickly. 

"What am I gonna do with you?"

"Nothing I'm the one who's gonna do something with you to remind you just who the master is."

Rosemary says with a slight growl in her throat squeezing y/n a little she was still fuming after her encounter with Father James. As well as the little scuffle she had with Jessicka in the bathroom, one thing that Rosemary considered too far was involving her relationship. When they approached her once before about using their relationship Rosemary nearly took the writer who suggested it out. 

"Babe, you okay?" 

Y/n asks peering at her girlfriend who went completely silent Rosemary nods smiling. 

"Just thinking about you." 

She smiles continuing to walk to the parking lot she can't the slight chuckle when Father James spots them and quickly turns the other way. Reaching into her pocket Rosemary unlocks her car opening the door and setting y/n inside. No way in hell was she gonna let her feet touch this parking lot stealing a quick kiss Rosemary gets behind the wheel driving off her hand on y/n thigh the whole way home. 

"When we get home go upstairs and pick one of your collars out to wear for me then stand by the bed and wait.”

Hearing the firm tone y/n practically shivers she knew her girlfriend was slipping into her possessive headspace that was one of the only times she asked her to wear a collar.

"Yes, ma'am." 

Y/n can feel her heart pounding as they get closer to home she loved Rosemary's dominant side almost as much as the soft side only she and a few others got to see. When the pull into the driveway Rosemary parks leaning over and pressing a kiss to her throat watching as y/n climbs out heading inside. Making her way quickly up the stairs y/n drops her heels by the closet pulling out the special black case Rosemary got her. Lifting the lid she eyes the number of collars finally grabbing the navy blue collar with tiny silver stars on it and a ring. Holding the collar she puts the case back standing by the bed smiling when Rosemary comes in.

"Good girl hand it here."

“Thank you.”

Handing Rosemary the collar y/n pulsar hair out of the way as Rosemary steps forward attaching it around her neck. Gently pulling the ring after it's fastened she presses her lips to y/n in a deep kiss her hands gripping her hips. Backing her against the bed Rosemary pushes y/n onto the mattress quickly undoing the button on her shorts and yanking them off.

 "I can practically smell your arousal Kitten." 

Rosemary smirks spreading y/n's thighs bringing her face close and using her teeth to tug her panties down. Y/n watches her lover with slightly hooded eyes as her panties are quickly tossed over her shoulder. Y/n moans loudly when her girlfriend shoves her mouth between her legs going down on her. 

"Fuckk Rose I." 

Yelping when Rosemary bites her thigh y/n licks her lips correcting herself.

"Sorry, ma'am."

Smirk Rosemary continues her slow licks along y/n core hands gripping her hips tight enough to surely leave bruises. Y/n grips the sheets rocking her hips up trying to get her teasing girlfriend to hit the spot she needed her most. 

"Please ma'am please I need." 

"Hmm?"

Rosemary hums looking up at her as she continues her torturous motions up down swirl short and long licks. Completely missing the bundle of nerves that would send y/n through the roof. 

"Please please, I need more."

"My baby wants more does she?"

She asks watching as y/n nods quickly her eyes widening when Rosemary licks her lightly just barely grazing her tongue over y/n clit. 

"You're mine y/n nobody elses correct? I wanna hear you say it."

Watching y/n as she continues slowly licking her Rosemary smirks hearing the shake in her voice.

"I'm I'm yours nobody else's please I need."

Satisfied Rosemary pushes her legs just a little farther apart pulling her closer and putting her legs over her shoulders. The loud moan she pulls from y/n when she finally hits her clit causes something in Rosemary to snap. Her mouth moving across her girlfriend as she works her to a high her lips attach to the bundle of nerves sucking lightly swirling her tongue against it. Taking a finger she dips it inside her listening as y/n's moans grow louder her hands tugging Rosemary's hair pressing her face closer until all she can do is breath y/n not that she was complaining. Pumping her finger and continuing to use her tongue Rosemary brings y/n right to the edge when she finally adds a second finger speeding up her actions y/n climaxes screaming out her name. Cleaning her up with her mouth and stopping when she whimpers Rosemary pulls back watching y/n as she licks her arousal from her lips. Grabbing y/n by the collar she pulls her up pressing a kiss to her lips then looking at her.

"I don't want you anywhere near Jessicka or Father James alone, you're mine if they think they have even a slight chance at stealing you. They're both dead wrong I'm not gonna lose you."

Y/n presses a soft kiss to her lips cupping Rosemary's cheeks smiling at her.

"Nobody has me but you, I'm all yours now why don't we clean up a little?"

"Oh no Kitten, I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

She smirks quickly removing her clothes before rejoining her girlfriend on the bed all too happy to continue showing her who the master was.

[yet-another-jjba-imagines-blog]

Welcome to the community! I hope it's okay to ask for hcs of all members of Bruno's gang falling in love for the same new f!teammate (you can make them gender neutral if you prefer!) Anyways , welcome again and I hope you receive lots of love and support ♡♡♡

Thank ya for the warm welcome darlin’! Now lemme get on that writin!

- Bruno falls in love slowly but surely. He’s probably gonna be the most mature and perceptive of all the members. He notices that all others are into into her and lets the chips fall as they may, deciding that he would be glad just to see her happy, even if it’s in the arms of another. He’ll still love the hell outta her and always offer a helping hand or a shoulder to cry on. Anyone who hurts her, be it emotionally or physically will find themselves with most of their body parts covered in zippers and strewn about. (also does his lickin’ lie trick sometimes in the beginning mainly an an excuse to get close to you)

- Abbacchio is kinda rough ‘round the edges when it comes to new members, but for this newbie he’ll make a bit of an exception. (By that I mean he doesn’t do the piss hazing but ya know) And gives her lil pats on the heads sometimes when she walks by. In the beginning, if she’s REAL lucky, and he’s in a good mood, he’ll offer to let her listen to his beloved Monteverdi with him. He can tell that Mista and Narancia are into her, but not the others, and makes a bit of a big show of some affectionate gestures (mostly just hugs and head pats/pets) with a glare directed toward the both of ‘em all the while. If she gets together with someone else, he’ll be pissy for quite a while but ultimately realize that doing that won’t help his situation any and continue to be friends. If he ever finds her crying he immediately pulls out a nightstick and asks whose ass he has to beat.

- Mista’s one of those guys that even the sight of a pretty girl causes a mental shutdown. She walks into the restaurant and his mind immediately goes “fucK FUCKK K SH    IT A BOR T A N BORT !!!!1 S HE TTTTTT” He is not at all discreet in this as he’s just sittin there all paralyzed and sweatin’ and redder than the sauce on a Margherita Pizza. (This boy will actually s h o w e r for his crush what a miracle.)   He can’t tell the others are into her too and he’s, very open with his flirting. Very much so. If she starts going out with someone else he kinda dies inside but is also pretty chill about it. If ANYONE makes her cry then they can expect exactly three bullets where the sun don’t shine.

- Narancia is very excited to find a new recruit! O-oh wait it’s a girl? And a pretty one? Oh geez what the hell who allowed something this adorable to exist? He’s immediately attached. And he ain’t subtle about his crush. He’ll follow her around all bouncy and humming, even just being near her is great! He also wouldn’t really notice the others were into her. He’s very touchy-feely around her, holdin hands, givin hugs both big and small, and when they’re walking around he’ll give her little hip checks with a smile and a little laugh. If it turns out that she doesn’t feel the same way, he’ll be pretty upset at first, tears may or may not be shed. But once he sees her with someone who truly loves her and makes her happy, he’ll smile and congratulate the two. (He’ll still be very affectionate though.) If she ever gets hurt, then the culprit can expect a knife-wielding teenager to come running after them in the streets VERY soon.

- Fugo sees the new recruit walk in and immediately finds his face going red, so he turns his head with a little cough and tries to hide his face behind his hair/hand. He’s incredibly insecure and so his shows of affection are faint and fleeting. His fingers brushing lightly over her knuckles, a brief hand on the shoulder. His hand will twitch when he walks beside her as he decides if he should take her hand in his, only to have the plan thwarted when she’s distracted momentarily - and he pulls his hand back toward himself. Hugs are rare but he savors every possible second of it. He can tell that everyone’s got a crush on her. (well except for Bruno cuz he’s an ace at hiding his feelings) If he sees her with another guy (at least someone not from Passione) he has to consciously stop himself from doing something rash. (”Cool it, Pannacotta. Don’t get mad. You can’t let your rage get the better of you. You KNOW what happened last time.”) If her heart’s broken or she’s hurt, then whoever’s responsible has a 100% chance of being found black and blue in a ditch with a fork in their face.

- Girono sees this absolute visage of beauty enter and is enraptured immediately. Buut he’s good at hiding it so not many can tell. He’s the kind to flirt in a way that is both subtle and not so. (iiiiiif that makes any fuckin sense ok) And he will be very into physical contact. Hugs, hand holding, etc. Also you know that thing that people European countries do where they greet someone with a kiss on each cheek? Yea he’ll do that. A firm grip on the shoulders and a smooch to both cheeks. Every. Time. She walks into the room. If he’s sitting when she comes in he’ll get up and raise his arms with a very loud utterance of her name before strutting her way. He’s incredibly perceptive so he can tell that the others are into her, as well as if she’s into him. If she finds love with another he is entirely accepting of that, despite the disappointment that comes with seeing her in the arms of someone who isn’t himself. She ever gets hurt? He’ll be there with Gold Experience (to heal if needed and also to create a cuddle buddy for her while he goes out to ruin the life of whoever hurt her.)