#I love being filthy and nasty and gorgeous

[sour-charity]

aw i can’t anon you this message but filthy x gorgeous by scissor sisters

Whoops! I didn’t realize anon was off. I haven’t heard this song before but I love the scissors! Listening to it now and it definitely fits ♡

[starkeyisthelastname]

a trailerpark!rafe blurb for @islandclubchampagneroom 🚬 this is a lil filthy.. you’ve been warned. 😶💦

You looked like a little gorgeous doll, skipping from trailer to trailer with your basket full of goodies you made. You came across your new favorite place, which was Rafe’s trailer. It was kinda run down, but that didn’t matter to you. To your surprise, he was outside already, washing his beat down pickup. You couldn’t help but ogle him a little as he was shirtless, his toned upper body on full display. He made your tummy feel funny every time you were around him, especially when you heard him speak. “It’s a lil’ hot for you to be outside, ain’t it’ baby doll?” He would rasp out.

He held a cigarette in the same hand as he did the hose, rinsing off the rusty truck as the other one brought a can cheap beer to his lips. His hooded blue eyes would stare you up and down, the nasty thoughts already running through his mind as he soaked up every inch of your stunning little self.

“I made cookies! Do you want some?” You asked, voice sweet as you ignored his question about it being too hot.

He eyed you, gulping down the rest of his beer before smashing the can and throwing it behind him. He brought the cigarette up to his mouth, motioning you to come closer. He wrapped an arm around your waist, peering down into your basket. “What kind you make, sweet cheeks?” He asked, squeezing your hip roughly.

You felt giddy every time he touched you, biting your glossy bottom lip as you felt the heat shoot down to your core. “Sugar with sprinkles and umm.. chocolate chip with pink frosting. It’s kinda getting melted though…” You pout, not realizing his hand had slipped lower to feel the lack of panties you had on underneath your cotton dress. He blew out the smoke away from your pretty face, before chuckling darkly. “Well how about you come inside and cool off for a lil’ bit and you can set those pretty cookies down..” He suggested, knowing you’d fall for his trap.

He’d be three more beers in, last cigarette in his hand as the other lifted up your dress. “Why you walkin’ around the trailer park with your cunt all out?” He finally asked, large hand coming down to give it a firm smack. He’d have your back, pinned to his broad chest, his sparse facial hair, tickling your neck. You wiggled against his denim covered lap, the funny feeling in your tummy growing the more he touched you.

“You think this sweet lil’ hole is ready for a grown man’s cock?” His voice in a low drawl as the cloud of cigarette smoke blew down your body.

You were an adult, but your father had kept you sheltered away from everything that was bad. You never had been touched by another man until you met Rafe, and you were desperate for more. You didn’t know what his words meant, but they sounded dirty and your poor little self couldn’t help but nod. He shuffled a bit behind you, putting out the cigarette bud into the overflowed ash tray and lifting you up a little from his lap.

With a pop of his jeans and tug of a zipper, his fat cock smacked against his lower abs as he positioned you back against him. He ran the tip along your dripping folds, loving your whimpers as he teased your greedy little hole. He felt you tense up, gasping as he began to slowly push up into your untouched flower. It took every ounce of him not to completely ram up into your fluttering pussy, your cunt squeezing the fuck out of his dick. “That’s a tight fuckin’ cunt.” He grunted to himself.

You were so full, already dumb on the older man’s cock as the pain subsided for a pleasure you had never experienced. You were at a loss for words, body lazily collapsing against his muscled chest as his dirty hands hooked under your thighs. He began to thrust up into you, his light mustache grazing the smooth skin of your shoulder as he started talking dirty to you. “This is why you don’t come around a bad man like me, sweet baby doll. You get your fuckin cunt ruined.”

You were already too attached to him. Your head spinning as he said the most filthiest things you had ever heard in your sheltered life. Even if he was the exact type of man your father told you to stay away from, you didn’t care. You just didn’t know any better but to be obsessed about the first man to ever give you attention and that happened to be one of your father’s tenants.

“I own you now, sugar. Got that?” Rafe groaned in your ear, the sounds of your pretty moans getting increasingly louder throughout his messy trailer, while he fucked you through your first orgasm. “That’s right.. cum all over daddy’s fat cock, make a mess all over that shit my little fuckdoll.” He told you, feeling you clench around with a scream.

Oh how he was gonna have some fun with you…

[iovetecchou]

⌜Love To Hate You ⧸ Hate To Love You⌟ 𓂃༞♡

༞ Gojo Satoru x Reader

༞ Contains...! enemies to lovers trope, implied hidden feelings, brief mention of suggestive dreams, "princess" used as a nickname for the reader, bickering, banter, implied jealousy, suggestive, making out, groping, boners (lmao)

༞ AFAB Reader.

༞ 2,329 words.

༞ Part 1/? Part 2.

Satoru Gojo was a real thorn in your side. Ever since you started at Jujutsu High as a teacher for the first-year students your superior- Satoru Gojo, has brought you nothing but headaches.

You were an aid for his class. Principal Yaga thought Gojo needed an extra hand with keeping the students on task. Your superior had a nasty habit of having last-minute field trips with his students when he didn't particularly feel like teaching. Which... was nearly every day. 

You admit you had high hopes before you met "The Satoru Gojo". Putting on your brightest smile as you introduced yourself to him for the very first time. You even bought him Zunda as a peace offering, hoping it would smooth over well with the one and only. 

But alas, he ignored you. 

Completely. 

He swiftly took the bag of goodies from your hand before perching himself atop his desk. Gojo swung his legs in a child-like manner as he began stuffing his annoyingly gorgeous face with your peace offering. Your jaw hung agape as you watched him do as he pleased. Not having a single ounce of respect for you.

 If his actions didn't prove it enough, his following words solidified it. 

"Let's get one thing straight, princess. I am in charge here, so don't make yourself too comfortable." 

"Princess..?!"

From that day forward, things were... rocky between the two of you.

He would step on your toes, sometimes quite literally; just to tick you off. Gojo spoke over you, correcting you mid-sentence when you were teaching the students. He would show up late every morning, leaving you to cover for his ass when Principal Yaga made his rounds. Among many other pesky things that would take you hours to list. 

Gojo was infuriating. Everything he did made your blood boil. But, with all that being said... why was it that he plagued your dreams each night? 

You cursed his name each morning when you woke up from a heated dream where Gojo was the star of it. He was obnoxious, loud, arrogant and cocky. So why was it that your deepest desires; even in your subconscious mind, revolved around him?

I guess the saying is true... don't hate someone too much, It might bloom into love.

But alas, you acted like those dreams were nothing but a nuisance. Facing Gojo each morning with indifference. Pretending like he didn't plague your dreams was a cakewalk, and you would guard your dirty little secret like your life depended on it. 

"Rough night, princess? You look like a total wreck!" Gojo quipped. He offered you a shit-eating grin as he swung his long legs up, crossing them atop his desk. Not having a care in the world for the papers that cascaded to the floor from his sudden action.

"Speak for yourself. Smells like you've been wearing that uniform for three days now." You sighed, placing your bag atop your desk before you took your seat. 

"I've been wearing this uniform for five days actually, if we're keeping count." Gojo snickered, fiddling his pen between his long fingers with ease. 

"That's repulsive, Gojo." Your face crinkled in disgust as you paid him no mind. All your focus shifting toward the ungraded papers on your desk. 

"I was joking, princess! You don't actually believe I'm that filthy- do you?!" He chuckled once more before his attention was brought to the door by the sound of a stern knock. 

"Nanami! Whatcha doin' here?" Gojo chimed, unmoving from his lax spot. 

Nanami cleared his throat before striding toward your desk, completely ignoring Gojo. You sat up from your chair to greet Nanami with a small smile. 

"Good morning, Nanami!" You spoke softly. You got a small glimpse of Gojo from behind Nanami's large frame as he pretended to gag himself with a pen from your gentle tone. You scowled before Nanami's words pulled you from your offense. 

"Morning, Y/N. I've been meaning to ask- would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? You've been working hard these past few months since you started here, and I'd be more than happy to treat you out." 

Nanami offered you a tight-lipped smile. You felt coy from his generous offer, stammering out your quick response. "Of course, I would love to! That's so kind of you, Nanami." 

Your smile was wide as your eyes averted from Nanami's striking gaze. "It's the new place that opened up in town a few weeks ago. Meet me there when you finish up here for the day. I'll be patiently waiting for you."

With that, Nanami took his leave. He spared one last glance at you from the doorway before descending the hall. Gojo was now sitting upright. You could feel his gaze on you even past the blindfold. "Looks like someone's got a hot date tonight." He scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes at your superior's childish musings. "It's not a date! Nanami is just being friendly. Quit assuming that, it's weird."

You went back to grading your student's papers. The thought of this night actually being a date with Nanami now plagued your brain.

"It's totally a date," Gojo muttered under his breath as his palm rested on the side of his cheek, supporting his head. 

"So what if it is? Why does it matter so much to you anyway?" You snapped. Your head shot up as you now glared at him furiously. It was only eight in the morning, and he was already getting on your nerves. 

Gojo stood, turning away from you. He began writing today's lesson on the chalkboard, not daring to answer either of your questions. His reaction took you off guard for sure. Gojo always had to have the last word, so why was he clamming up on you now? 

You didn't have the chance to ask him again before your students began rushing into the classroom. You figured you would drop it anyway. Focusing on class today was more important. 

The day zipped by like every other, and Yuuji was the last to leave as usual. Waving goodbye with his sunny smile that you cherished. You finished up the last of your paperwork for the day before checking the clock, that hung above Gojo's desk. It was getting late. Maybe if you left now, you would have some time to change before meeting Nanami. 

"Let me drive you home." Gojo's voice pulled you from your train of thought as you pulled your coat on and slung your bag over your shoulder. 

"I'd much rather take the train." You sighed, making your way to the door. "Turn off all the lights and lock the door this time! Principal Yaga will have both of our asses if you don't."

You descended toward the elevator, not caring to say goodbye to your perpetual pain-in-the-ass superior. You began planning out an outfit in your mind, overthinking if you should go casual or not. But just as you were about to press the ground floor button, Gojo snaked through. He offered you a sly grin before slotting himself behind you. He reached over you, taking the liberty of pressing the button.

"I'll admit, I'm a little hurt you didn't wave goodbye to me, princess." His breath tickled the shell of your ear from where he leaned forward slightly behind you. You felt a chill run down your spine from the proximity, whipping around to face him before shoving him back slightly. Having him invade your senses like that was dangerous.

"Don't be a baby. You know I have plans tonight." You glared daggers into the tall man standing before you. Tapping your foot in annoyance the more he tested your patience. 

"Plans, huh? Don't you mean your hot date with the charming Nanami? What a dashing prince he is, perfectly suitable for a princess like you."

"You're a weirdo- and stop it with that nickname. I don't like it." You huffed. Crossing your arms over your chest, still glaring at his annoyingly perfect face. 

"Oh, but calling you princess is the best part of my day. You know why?" Gojo trailed off, stepping closer to you. You could feel his intense gaze on you even past his blindfold as his chest came flush against yours. Your arms going limp at your sides.

"...Why?" You genuinely were curious, but your response only seemed to make Gojo's grin widen. 

"Because watching you pretend that you hate it when you secretly love it is entertaining, princess."

Your blood boiled at his response, and you could feel yourself heating up inside and out. You brought your hands up to beat on his chest, but he grabbed your fists before you had a chance. Gojo pulled your balled-up fists closer to his chest, holding them tightly. 

Before you could process it, Gojo took both of your fists between one of his large palms. His other hand pressed a tricky button on the elevator, causing the whole contraption to stop. 

"Gojo- what the hell did you do that for?!" You were furious at this point. Trying with all your might to free your hands from his grasp, but to no avail. 

"Princess, what are we doing?" His voice lowered an octave, seeming more serious than you've ever seen him before.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You knit your eyebrows together in confusion, still attempting to free your hands. 

"Us, I'm talking about us. I'm tired of playing this game." Gojo spoke calmly, bringing his face even closer to yours. 

"You mean us hating each other?" You scoff, trying to avert your gaze from his face. The proximity was causing you to feel butterflies, which you couldn't help but internally scold yourself for. 

"Do you really hate me, princess?" Gojo sounded almost sad when he uttered those words, pulling your gaze right back to his annoyingly handsome face. 

You stammered for a moment. Shaking your head in confusion before you whispered, "N-No, I mean... I don't know. Do you hate me?" You weren't sure what compelled you to ask him those four little words. But they were out in the open, no taking it back now. 

Before you could process it, Gojo closed the small distance between you both. His lips gently brushed over yours as he finally released your hands from his grasp. Expirementally, his lips captured yours. Gojo's large palms came down to smooth over your sides as he deepened the kiss. 

Your eyes were blown wide from the sudden affection coming from the man who plagued your dreams and tormented your days. But you couldn't deny that it felt good, that kissing him felt right. Gojo gasped against your lips as your hands came up to tug at his snowy tufts of hair. 

This gave Gojo the confidence to trail his hands lower. His palms caressed the sides of your thighs before hoisting you up. On instinct, your legs wrapped around his waist. "Hah..." You let out a small whine as your back collided with the elevator wall. 

"Oh my god..." Gojo groaned deeply, letting his kisses trail down your jaw and to your neck. 

"W-What...?" You mindlessly questioned as you threw your head back. Completely lost in the pleasurable feeling of Gojo marking up your neck. 

"That sound you just made. So heavenly, princess." Heat pooled in your core from his honest confession. Knowing your muffled whine had such an effect on him caused pride to flood your chest.

His slender fingers felt so hot against the fat of your ass as he kneaded the flesh with fervor. His pelvis was flush against yours, and you couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of his crotch pressing against yours. All of your fantasies were finally coming to fruition. If it wasn't for how real this all felt, you would have assumed this was just another one of your dreams. 

"Hey, you guys okay in there?" 

A gruff voice coming from the intercom built into the elevator pulled a gasp from your lips. You hurriedly pushed Gojo away as you found your footing. "Yeah, all good in here. Sorry! Must have pressed the wrong button." 

Gojo lied through his teeth as he swiftly pressed a button, putting the elevator back in motion. You could hardly look at him as you adjusted your uniform, trying to fix your disheveled state. 

"Did that answer your question, princess?" Gojo's words caused more heat to swirl in your tummy. 

Oh, it answered your question alright. It's safe to say his little show of affection did more than just answer it.

You zipped right past him the moment the elevator stopped at the ground floor. You felt too embarrassed to say anything more at that moment. But more than that, really. You felt as if you didn't leave now; you wouldn't have been able to resist him. 

Your heart was beating a mile a minute as you stormed out of the school building and toward the train station. How were you supposed to face Nanami after this? Especially if he thought this was a date. Gojo was a real prick for planting that seed in your head and then kissing you fervently the same day.

As your mind ran rampant, Gojo still lingered in the elevator. He slumped to the floor the second his back hit the wall. His slender digits caressed his lips. He could still feel the warmth of your skin against his plush mouth. His heart pounded in his chest, as he recounted every detail of what transpired only moments ago. Not helping to alleviate the painful tent in his pants in the slightest. 

All Gojo could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss you again, to make you his and his alone. After finally getting a taste of you, there was no way in hell he would give you up now. Gojo was determined to win you over. No matter what it would take.  

[hoshifighting]

joshua as a sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar mommy x sugar baby relationship, smut, oral (f. receiving), semi-public sex, edging, jealous sugar mommy, sweet and gentle babyboy joshua. — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

joshua was unlike any sugar baby you’d had before—sweet, calm, and so damn perfect it almost pissed you off. but you couldn’t help it; you loved dressing him up like your little doll, choosing the finest clothes and watching as he wore them with that quiet confidence that drove you feverish. he never complained, not even once, and why would he? his only job was to keep you company, hit the gym, and look good doing it.

sometimes, when you were swamped with work, you’d pull up the security feed on your computer, pretending to check the cameras like any responsible ceo would. but really, your eyes were glued to joshua, watching as he swam leisurely in the pool, his lithe body cutting through the water with such grace. or the way he’d walk into his bedroom, only to find another bouquet of flowers on the bed, a note from you tucked inside. the way his face would light up, that shy smile making your heart squeeze—it was all the balance you needed from the chaos of your world.

at events, he was the perfect accessory, drawing the eyes of every woman in the room. “you’re so lucky,” they’d gush, eyes flicking from you to him. “he’s gorgeous and so well-mannered.”

your grip would tighten on his hand, jaw clenching as you tried to keep your composure. “i know,” you’d say, voice a little too tight, because the truth was, you hated how much you cared. how much you didn’t want to share him, even in the slightest.

joshua, the sweet thing, would just lower his head, a little smile playing on his lips. he knew exactly what he was doing, and he fucking loved it. seeing you get jealous was a rare treat for him, and he savored every second of it, loving how it made you just a bit more possessive, a bit more vulnerable around him.

despite all that, it took time before things got physical. joshua wasn’t in a rush—he genuinely loved just being around you, soaking up your presence. but the day you finally asked, the moment you let him know you wanted more, he didn’t hesitate.

he didn’t waste any time actually, pulling you close, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that was tender at first, testing, but quickly deepened when he felt you respond just as eagerly.

and that’s when you discovered something surprising about joshua—underneath that sweet, innocent exterior was a man who had a filthy, nasty side that he kept hidden away, just waiting for the right moment to show you.

he loved it when you took control, especially when you’d tie him down, your hands light-touching his nipples, as you rode him, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. but what really got him going, what made him absolutely lose it, was when you whispered the filthiest things in his ear, telling him exactly what you were going to do to him, how you were going to make him beg.

“you like that, baby?” you’d purr, your breath hot against his neck as you felt him shudder beneath you. “you like it when i take what’s mine?”

and he’d nod, breathless and desperate, his voice coming out in broken whimpers as you had your way with him. “yes, fuck, yes…”

but it wasn’t just dominance. joshua had a thing for risk, too. he loved it when you pushed him to the edge, doing things that felt almost wrong, like the way he’d go down on you in the back of your car, licking and sucking at you like a man starved, even as you told him to stop, that someone might see. but that only made him go harder, the thrill of getting caught making him harder than ever.

then there was the time you discovered how much he loved to be edged. you’d keep him right there, right on the brink of release, your wet hand wrapped around his cock as he begged you, pleaded with you to let him cum. but you wouldn’t, not until he was practically crying, his body trembling with need.

and when you finally let him have it, when you finally let him release, the way he’d moan, the way he’d cling to you like you were his lifeline, it was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, joshua was the prettiest baby boy, following your orders even though he couldn’t hold it anymore.

“fuck, y/n-ie,” he’d gasp, his voice ragged, his body still shaking as he came down from the high. “you’re going to ruin me.”

and you knew he meant it. because as sweet and calm as joshua was, as much as he tried to play the perfect sugar baby, you knew that underneath it all, he was just as addicted to you as you were to him.

[hwanchaesong]

┗🖋️ Fun, was it, when the poor smile / A wooden home has gone senile / Its soil is nothing but fertile / Yet the fruits are declared as an exile 📖

🎧: Taylor Swift - The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

wc: 1.7k

genre & warnings: angst, forbidden love au, historical/royalty au, mentions of death, revenge, violence, like.. just pure angst for this one, fluff if u squint ig, etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Tortured Poets Department series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

"Lower your head, peasant." a guard kicked Jungwon's back, making him stumble on the carpeted floor of the throne room.

His whole body shakes in pain, bruises and dirt covered most of his skin, and there may be some broken bones due to his previous struggles against the royal knights last night.

He deserves the agony, but being presented to you like this is plain torture.

Jungwon knew that the weight of his treason was equals to death. The minute he accepted the mission of espionage to the royal family of his own country, the grim reaper himself had been following him since.

The clacking heeled-steps of a person echoes throughout the room, getting nearer his filthy, disheveled form.

His eyes remain downcast, still, he is able to make-out the golden fabric of your gown as you cease movements a mere inches away from him.

"Everyone, out." you ordered, the guards hesitated at first and were about to protest but your sharp glare made them shut their mouths, opting to follow your directive.

The head knight, Jay, went on one knee before withdrawing, "Please be careful, Your Majesty."

You smile at him, waving him off, "I will. Thank you, Jay."

The male got up but not without giving Jungwon a nasty stare down, one that sent shivers down his spine due to the incredible loathe that it holds.

Several rushing footsteps faded away, then the door was shut, leaving you alone with the man that you, unfortunately, still love despite his treachery.

"Jungwon, you may raise your head." you say in a gentle manner, allowing him some freedom.

"I believe I cannot do that, Your M-"

"Do not make me repeat myself, Viscount Yang Jungwon."

He gulps, finally tilting his head and meeting your eyes. A facade of indifference covers your entirety, but he is not foolish enough to discern that you are breaking from inside and out.

"Your fate rests on my hands." you mumble and he can only nod in response, waiting for further instructions, "I have some inquiries for you, and you have no choice but to answer honestly."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

You take a deep breath, crouching down and matching his height. That made his eyes widen, coming face to face with you is something that he did not expect.

He stares at your gorgeous face but he prefers your natural one, no make-up, just you. The one that he gazes at during the nights where you sleep in his arms, huddling you closer to his body for more warmth.

You finally asked your first question, "Why did you approach me that night?"

It was a beautiful soirée, the night is young and you enjoy watching your citizens dance and eat as you sit in peace.

Suddenly, a young man appeared in front of you. He elegantly bowed, introducing himself as the son of the great Yang family.

You observed him for a minute. He is dressed in the finest fabric of a suit, hair styled to perfection, and he seems like a clean-cut type of boy.

"Good evening Your Majesty, I have come to ask for your hand for a dance. If I may?" he politely asks and you were shocked at his boldness.

Most people wouldn't dare to do what he just did, too scared to disrespect the unmarried queen of their country. You must applaud him for his bravery.

"All right then, Viscount Yang, I shall accept your invitation." you got off your seat, motioning for the servants to calm down and that you can handle the situation.

The man held your hand delicately, guiding you to the dance floor. The others gasped at the interaction, an uncommon sight of their queen dancing with a man.

As his hand went to your waist, yours on his shoulder and the remaining free hands remained intertwined, you two began swaying to the classical music performed by an ensemble.

You gaze into his cat-like eyes, his sweet smile giving you a sense of comfort.

At that moment, you can't help but think; is this your destined man sent by the heavens?

"It is my mission to get close to you. Such an order was given to me by my employer." he responds, avoiding your eyes as he does so.

"Who is your employer?"

"My apologies, Your Majesty. As part of my integrity, I could not tell you my employer's name." Jungwon closes his eyes, fists clenched so hard that his nails are digging through his palms.

Your hands went up to cradle his face, forcing him to look at you once more.

"Just Y/N. You, calling me 'Your Majesty' is not.. it does not bode well with me." you chuckle a bit, peering into the chocolate orbs that you have grown fond of.

It is astounding how he manages to be this stunning regardless of his unfastidious appearance.

Jungwon is silent for a while, opening his mouth to speak, "I do not h-"

"I am your queen, I command it." you said with finality, using your power to submit to you.

Jungwon inhaled, his sweaty palms shaking as he refrains from covering yours that are still warmly placed on his skin, "I understand, Y/N."

Your eyes soften, feeling joy at hearing your name roll off his tongue, "Now then, tell me why you decided to betray our kingdom. Why would you go through this trouble even when you were born from a noble family?"

He flinched at the straightforward question, but ultimately decided to tell you the truth. Voicing out his hostilities and childhood.

"I am a mere bastard from a maid." he starts and there is no stopping now, "My father needed to save his image. Since he was an acquaintance of the former king-"

"My late father?" you interject and he nods, continuing his story afterwards.

"They conspired together. Killed my mother, adopted me just to belittle me. I was only truly respected by those vermin when I became successful in life. Thus, everything that I did was for revenge. I wanted the royal family to suffer like I did."

A few seconds of pause ensued, letting his narrative sink in. And you sympathize with him, thankful that he opened this to you, trusting you with this valuable information.

"Very well." you then wiped a smudge of dried blood on his cheek, staining your porcelain and clean thumb, "Lastly, did you sincerely love me?"

Jungwon's eyes widened, completely forgetting about the invisible barrier and grasping your hands in his.

He is a raging liar, a traitor, the lowest of the low but when he told you— when he promised you under the stars that he loves you with all his heart, that was the truest sentiment that he could ever muster.

You can doubt his whole being, his existence, even his background but god forbid your dubiety for his love.

It was not in his agenda to fall in love, but with you, harboring such burning feelings was so easy as breathing itself.

Jungwon would rather die than to see or feel your lack of confidence in his affections.

"I did, god I-I do. I still do," he clutched you harder, wanting to get his emotions across you, "I love you so much. Y/N, my eternity, I may be a snake in the grass but my devotion for you is out there in the open, under the sun with the blooming flowers."

It's his love for you that caused this mess in the first place. He was so distracted by the rainbows that a simple slip-up turned his blue skies into rain.

The corner of your lips quivered, his outburst was enough confession, leaning closer to him to press a sweet, lasting kiss on his forehead, mumbling against his skin, "That is all I need to know, my Won."

You abruptly stand up, detaching yourself from Jungwon and tilting your head towards the giant door, speaking in a louder voice while you steeled your expression into one befitting of a queen.

"You may now all come in."

The servants rushed inside the room, positioning themselves in their respective former spots.

You cleared your throat, facing the majority of the people.

"By the power bestowed upon me. I, L/N Y/N, hereby proclaim the accused, Yang Jungwon, to be banished from this sacred land."

You focused on his surprised expression, your teary eyes speaking more than a thousand words to him, "You may never step foot in this country ever again. Once you do, I will have your head presented to me."

You turn to your most trusted knight, ordering him to escort the defector.

Jungwon stands on his feet as well, giving you a tender, longing smile. You see it, the way he mouthed 'I love you', and you have to fight back the tears. You have to be strong as you watch him exit the throne room.

Your eyes landed on your fingers, the gleaming coronation ring next to the jewelry that Jungwon gifted you seems to be mocking you. No matter how sky high your desire is to spend the rest of your life with Jungwon, the fact that you are the grand sovereign of your kingdom will forever tie you to your duties and priorities. 

First and foremost, you are married to the nation. Therefore, your wilting heart is nothing more than a nightmare that you shall forget.

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Jungwon continues walking through the dim, torch-illuminated tunnel, when suddenly a cocking sound is heard.

It doesn't take a genius to know what it is, and it made him chuckle in disbelief.

"Yang Jungwon, Her Majesty might have wanted you to be banished. But I wanted you dead."

Jungwon seethes, not having the mood to do child's play, venturing to face the perpetrator who is currently threatening him.

"Are you still vexed that Her Majesty chose me and not you? It's amazing to witness how bitter you are, Jay." he raised an eyebrow, further aggravating the knight.

"Oh?" the older smirks, "I can dispose of you right here without anyone knowing, and you dare speak to me like that?"

"I am not scared of you." Jungwon declares with hardened eyes, flashing orange due to the fire from the torches, staring through Jay's soul, "I am not scared of anything anymore."

Not when he had already lost the person that he treasures the most.

Jay gnashed his teeth, "Then, I'll gladly send you to hell."

"Go ahead," Jungwon shrugs, fully challenging an equipped man, "kill me and go against your queen's orders."

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[tbhimnoteasyonmyself]

15 Day BL Challenge - DAY 27

As Louis once said: on our way to 27~~ sdkjskdjskdjskd

Also for anyone catching up with this: my wishes for Christmas became true, I did get an album from my brother, he got me ATE by Stray Kids (it hasn't arrived yet but it will soon).

Top 3 BL Kisses

Asking really hard questions, tbf... I really like kisses. All kinds. So I'm sorry to most kisses out there, I'm sure you were all great, but I was forced to choose.

Number 3: TongrakMahasamut Beach Kiss (Love Sea)

I was calm, I was tense and then I WAS FUCKING SAT. The italicized "oh"? You know? The "Oh. Oh." FUCKING FELT THAT. This was the exact moment this series had me. I was shooketh. They are crazy and they are nasty and I was in for it. Man found in his house, glued to his seat watching guys being filthy on a beach.

Number 2: PatPran Rooftop Kiss (Bad Buddy)

I've mentioned this scene before for other reasons but if you know me, you know I'm gonna keep mentioning it bc it's just FUCKING MINT. The acting is so, gooooodddddd, ah OHMNANON, OHMNANONNNNNN... At least they're interacting again, right? Oh, well... But yeah, it changed my perception of what BLs were (or what they could be). From the lines, to the facial expressions, to the body language, to the intensity of the kiss... Absolutely stunning scene.

Number 1: JackJoke's 1st Kiss (Jack&Joker)

Jack&Joker made my Mondays better but no Monday was better than the one where THIS KISS happened. What a fucking moment... WoW... The emotion, the rawness, the want, the desperation, the desire, the LOVE... There's so much story being told right there and it's so... Well done. YinWar's chemistry is legendary and their acting is fucking real but damn... God fucking damn it, it was a pretty scene. Nobody is out there doing it like YinWar and we all know this. Big W.

HONOURABLE MENTIONS: UncleMilk's Goodbye Kiss (Choco Milk Shake); FadelStyle at the Concert (The Heart Killers) & SandRayBoeing's Kisses (Only Friends)

What I love the most about uncle and Milk is uncle's understanding. He knows how Milk is and he respects that, the feistiness is not something that scares him and his avoidance of touch is not something he takes poorly. But also... When he needs to push him forward, he does. This all is shown in that kiss and I adore it.

I think Fadel and Syle got me more not on the kiss itself but on the context of the kiss. What it means. To both of them and to each of them. To Fadel is freeing, to Style it's caging but to both it's an expression of love and want. Fadel feels like Style is the best thing that happened in his life in a while, Style feels like he's probably the worst thing that's happened in Fadel's life in a while... And it's painful and gorgeous and NEXT EPISODE IS GONNA HURT SO FUCKING MUCH, HOLY SHIT!!!

Idek how to explain that scene... Oh, no, wait, I kinda do! (link) dkjskdjskdjsk But basically, I just think the differences between kisses are glorious, it portrays the relationships between each character so well. It was a bold move but it was a GREAT bold move. Shout-out!

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

"I am sorry!!" James yelled after her.

His voice was desperate as his feelings. But he couldn't believe it. He couldn't bare the face of disappointment Lily had after finding James fighting with Snivellus.

Alright, Snape...Severus...

James had tried. He really had tried to be a better person. He had realized that his jokes and his pranks weren't always innocent, that his problems weren't the center of the universe because there were worse things, and that he just couldn't had everything he wanted in life.

Maturing and growing up had slapped James's face in many occassions. He had learned to be better because of her. Because of Lily.

James was in love with Lily. And once, he had believed he didn't deserve her after everything he had done, how he had treated her and how he had wanted her without considering what she wanted. Now, James had accepted that if Lily had given him a chance it was because he had been given the opportunity to be better. And he was not going to waste that opportunity.

James was Headboy, a leader in many people's eyes, more responsible (which pissed Sirius off sometimes), he was more careful with people and the jokes he made, he helped everyone who asked, especially those more vulnerable.

James liked being the hero. Because Lily's smile and Lily's kisses, and Lily's "I love you"s were his best reward.

But there was something about Severus Snape that got the worst out of him. The second James was in front of him, he paid him attention, James became immediately the villain.

"Lily, wait!" James continued to follow her around the halls "You didn't hear the nasty horrible things he was saying about my friends, about me and about you..."

James knew Snape didn't hate Lily like he hated the rest of them. He had insulted her because he was hurt. But James had exploded the second Lily's name had been pronounced from that filthy mouth.

He had punched him. Snape had attacked back. And James punched him again...

Lily kept walking. James followed her.

"You understand how he is, right? Always bothering my friends, especially Remus. He has something against him. You know how he is like..."

Lily suddenly stopped. She turned and James realized she had tears in her eyes. He hated himself for making his girl cry.

"I know perfectly well how he is" Lily said calmly as she crossed her arms "At least I know now" she said refering to the way she had defended Snape blindly "But I thought YOU were over that, James. I thought you were better than this"

James looked down, feeling ashamed.

"Why do you always have to be the winner?" she asked "You have to have everything, don't you? You have the nice family. You have the money and the talent and the success.... You have the golden loyal friends who would do anything for you... And you have your dream of playing rugby and if that doesn't work, you can just work at your father's company..." Lily made a pause "Severus has nothing!" Lily sniffed taking some air "He used to have me, and only me, now you have me as well"

James frowned. He hadn't liked what Lily had said. It wasn't that he had asked for any of the privilages he had. He felt guilty for them.

"You're not an object, Lily" James shook his head "You chose to be with me willingly. I didn't make you... I didn't..." his eyes filled with tears "You are with me because you love me, right?"

Lily cried and for a second James got scared she was going to say no. That she had made a terrible mistake.

"Of course I love you" she exclaimed, and James was relieved "I just feel guilty, okay? I feel very responsible!!"

The second Lily began crying harder and covering her face, James ran to wrap his arms around her.

"Oh gorgeous"

Lily hugged him tighter as she cried in his chest.

"I know what he says about your friends" she said as sha pulled away and wiped her tears "I know he probably hates you all, including me for being with you..."

Wanker...

"And I feel responsible for every nasty thing he says and all the hatred he has inside..."

"Lily..." James wanted to protest.

But Lily carried on "Because I was his only friend and the only person who cared about him!" she yelled "And he hates that you guys are my friends now and that you are my boyfriend, so he hates you more because of it, you know?" she sniffed "This is my fault"

"Lily!" James grabbed her chin and made her face him "None of this is your fault, okay?" Lily looked at him "You cared for him...and you gave him more chances than anyone could. And he didn't take them" he shook his head.

More chances than James would have liked. But he knew Snape was or used to be important for Lily and he wasn't going to question that.

"He just needed to fight and try to be better to deserve you...Because anyone who wants to win your heart and wants to deserve you, has to try and be the perfect man and not even then he would reach to your feet..." then he looked down putting his hands inside his pockets "And maybe not even I deserve your love"

Lily, to James's surprise chuckled, which made James look up.

She was smiling at him. And after all that crying, her smile was like a warm sun after a storm.

"Why do you always know just the right thing to say?" she asked "Of course you deserve me" she added "You are the only one that owns my heart, James Potter. I couldn't love anyone else" then she composed herself "Even if you make me angry sometimes"

James couldn't avoid but smiling like a child. She loved him. She really loved him.

"I love you so much" he said and sealed it with a sweet kiss on her lips. "I'm sorry again" another kiss "So sorry"

Lily grabbed his hand afterwards.

"Don't let him get to you again" Lily begged softly "That's what he wants"

James caressed her cheek.

"I promise, gorgeous" he said and he meant it "Help me be a better person for you. Help me be the man you deserve"

Lily touched his face with adoration. The way her eyes shone was something that left James breathless.

"Let's get that wound clean before it gets infected"

James hadn't realized he had a wound until Lily touched it by the corner of his lip, left side.

"Want to kiss it better, ma'am?"

Lily smiled and kissed James's wound carefully. James's heart started beating fast.

"No chance kisses also fix your thick brain?" she asked patting his locks.

James smirked "We can certainly try" he said "You can heal all my body now that you're at it, my sweet nurse"

Lily laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Come on, loverboy" she said as she grabbed his hand and dragged him.

James would follow her anywhere. To the end of the world. He was going to be the man she deserved.

Little did he know there were a pair of two eyes watching everything from the dark and building up resentment inside his chest even more.

[molter-writes]

Our dear Molter, I am afraid you've gone ahead and done it again. This fic was so fucking GOOD, I could barely stand the yearning it brought forth within me. I don't understand HOW you have the talent to infuse every bit of your work with so much god damn soul, but man is it a treat.

This one-shot was outstanding 👏👏👏 First of all, the plot was genuine fire. The spins on the characters so so lovely and enticing. But man, the imageries, the allegories!! The flowers, the golden-white hair, the heat of the thrice-gilded steel breastplate, the blue summer sky. I so enjoy following on those gorgeous little motifs you sew into the fabric of your work, the way they intertwine and enrich and pull the story, I'm just UGH I'm just so taken with it, scandalized nearly, by the sheer skill. It's just a gorgeous, delicious, irresistible.

THAT ASIDE, fully agree with others - Otto being a major abusive dick while saving up his daughter for a worthy marriage being a brainfuck; "am I pretty like mother? and Father said you shall rely on other talents." is gold; "Is the Queen - funny" killed me. But if I had a gun to my head and FORCED to pick a standout - it's absolutely the scene with Rhaenyra gently embracing Alicent on the balcony. The sheer yearning in that imagery is unhinged. Rhaenyra's hand around Alicent's waist, Alicent's head on Rhaenyra's shoulder, the warmth, the tenderness. It's simply off the shits. The intimacy of that within a medieval setting where even looking at someone is akin to asking for their underwear, had me stunned. I lost my mind a little bit. (I then lost it further at "a great soft tapestry, wide and blue, of the summer sky" but that's enough of me)

Finally, what can we do and how do we best beg for a chapter 2 of them raw-dogging it across the castle like the nasty little freaks they are?? Unprecedented intimacy + filthy, evocative, otherworldly smut is your MO, so please tell us, what can we do to manifest this gift from above. I'll do anything fr fr.

Once again, thank you, xoxoxoxo.

oh my oh my how "thank you for this wondrously generous message" does not even begin to capture it

[euphorix-moon]

Playing With Fire Pt3

Part 1 Part 2

Wc: 1.9k

Synopsis: Allowing her to touch you, taste you, and satisfy your hunger seems wrong. You've done everything in your ability to resist being tempted by her since she represents the height of temptation.After all Ellie is your girlfriends best friend

A/n: Took a little longer but it's finally here!! hope you guys enjoy

Warning: 18+ MDNI NSFW

 You were spiraling out of control.

Abby had never touched you in this manner; always preoccupied with work, she had never cared about your pleasure, leaving you and your vibrator once again intertwined.

 

Maybe that's why you felt so ashamed: Your clit is begging to be caressed, your lips are puffy from lack of attention, and you've started to tremble and writhe from sexual frustration. Ellie was kneeling between your thighs, but she didn't touch you; instead, her passionate eyes gazed up at you in sympathy from where she was positioned.

 

Your panties were slid to the side, Ellie watched intently as you nipped your swollen lips between your teeth. She discovered pussy juice that had collected in a sticky puddle on the couch—-dripping lewdly in between the plush of your thighs.

 

"Nasty dirty girl...all wet just for me, hmm?" She was teasing you yet again, lulling you into oblivion, and hypnotizing you into a hitherto unexplored world of bliss as she placed gentle, delicate kisses on the inside of your flesh.

 

"Stop with this teasing shit," you muttered, your voice trembling with desperation and fear at the mere notion of what she might do to you. "Looks like you're getting pretty bold babe" she taunted as she began to play with your pussy.

 

❝You think you're in control?❞

 

She just laughed at you as you were becoming a dripping mess, and it became much worse when she collected your arousal on her fingertip and rubbed the liquid into your pulsating folds.

 

Ellie was reaching inside of you with her long fingers and she loved observing your facial expressions. The way your lips twitched delicately in pleasure and the way your eyes slowed down in admiration captured her attention. Her heart had a lovely thrill of admiration as she observed you. Your face twisted into an unbelievably gorgeous shape, and the chemistry between the two of you was nearly electrifying.

 

She is drawn constantly to the possibility of destroying you until there is nothing left as she hears you whispering her name in a gentle, comforting whisper, and then carefully, slowly putting you back together once more so she may tear you apart once again. She longs for the challenge offered by your unpredictable and captivating persona, and this alluring possibility has evolved into her most vivid fantasy.

 

"You're going to start listening to me, huh?" She licked and sucked the insides of your thighs as she bit the tender, needy-marked flesh of your thighs and ran her hands through your moist folds. "Say you'll keep an ear out for me, baby."

 

Your fingers pushed into the cushioned couch, "Fuck I swear I'll listen". She seemed to be growing more eager and dependent as her fingers massaged your cunt more swiftly.

 

She gently blew on your clit, then spat on your pussy as you whimpered shamefully, the saliva seeping between your folds and fusing with your yearning. Even though it was filthy, you couldn't help but enjoy the feelings. She was simultaneously making you feel ashamed and excited. "I'll make sure you never forget this" You tremble as she glides one finger into your moist cunt and plays your clit with her thumb.

Do you want me to make you feel better, pretty? Her finger becomes covered in your juices as an embarrassing pool of yearning swells. She smears the slickness from your pulsating clit to your cunt as she presses harder against your walls. She begs you with icy laughter, "Answer me," building the pressure until you start to shake.

 

"Yes, please, please- please make me feel good," she hums, pleased at your pathetic whining as she continues to stare at your entrance, which is plugged and stuffed with her fingers.

 

Ellie thought you we looked absolutely beautiful blissed out by her: Your thighs exposed, being pinned down by her, and your pussy being slack and sore from her rough handling. Your thighs are covered in bruises as a result of her fingers twisting, thrashing, and straining you.Your eyes are pierced with fat, bitter tears that are about to burst.

 

"Squeezing around me so fucking good, pretty" Your stomach began to churn, and you heaved a wrenching moan of desperation. You mumbled, "This feels too good, I can't." She started fucking you brutally with her fingers while kissing your pussy. You were almost driven wild by the sensation of her chilly silver metal ball, which was put in the midst of her tongue, flicking your clit.

 

❝Not yet, pretty, don't cum yet❞

 

She forced your legs open when they were about to close from the intense pleasure. You were relentlessly devoured by Ellie as she licked, bit, and drank you to death. On your ravenous cunt, you were unable to focus on anything but Ellie's mouth.

 

"Please, Ellie, I need-" You trembled under her strong heat and energy as she peered into your eyes. She spoke softly but firmly, "I know what you need, love," You'll accept what I give you, though. Her determination and power were so strong that you could feel them radiating off of her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled looking up at you. "You can't even understand what you are doing to me right now ?"

 

The sharp nails of her fingers graze your skin as she wriggles her tongue between your creases before sucking your clit between her lips, her tongue crushing your sensory receptors as she drags you to the edge. "Driving me fucking crazy,babe" She exerts marginally more effort and seizes your attention. She suckles and slurps, grossly and shamelessly.

 

You curse, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as you look at the woman between your legs. Her face is more hostile and hungry than you've ever seen it before. You're disoriented and totally devoid, she was scissoring her fingers and cramming them to the knuckles with a squelch.

 

"Easy, baby, go ahead and cum" Slicked with need and admiration, it was almost impossible to ignore the rapid pulsing of your heart with her every word. And that was when you came, emitting a quiet but desperate cry as your eyes shuttered closed in the intense intensity of your bliss.

 

Ellie pulled away from your embrace and you were immediately plunged into confusion and fatigue. As your strength began to fade, she scooped you up into her arms and cradled you to your bedroom. You fought to stay awake, not wanting to let the blissful moment slip away too soon. When you were placed gently on your bed, the coldness of the sheets lured you into a deep slumber.

 

"I fucked you right to sleep, babe,"she said in your ear, allowing you to try and rest."You can stay...please stay" you replied in a blearily state as you fought to stay awake; Ellie brushed your hair back, her eyes watching you.

 

"I have to go, but I'll see you soon" her  voice sounded gentle and soothing as your eyes drifted shut, your vision faded away, and your thoughts were lulled into peaceful sleep. Ellie stayed, watching over you as you slumbered, gentle breaths spilling from your lips.

 

She wanted something that she knew she could never have. You were her best friend's girl and far too good for her, but that never stopped her from over indulging tonight. That was the thing, she wanted you too much. It made her feel guilty in the worst of ways, as if her heart was dragged down by an invisible weight.

 

But Ellie realizes something for sure; Abby does not love and cherish you as much as you deserve. She never took care of you in the right way, or made you feel truly special in bed. When she saw you, overwhelmed and hopeless, an unstoppable thought crept into her head; she surely couldn't love and take care of you as much as you deserve either.

***

The next day came and you were disappointed to find Ellie gone, you found yourself missing her presence. She had made you feel so many things and said so many things to you that you have never heard before...Not even from Abby. You wish you could talk to her about what had happened last night,you've called and texted her but it's like she's disappeared.

Two weeks go by and you haven't heard from Ellie and you feared that you'd never see her again. It was like night and day, the way she would show up announced to keep you company, to complete radio silence. Since then your disappointment soon turned into frustration ;you didnt understand why she had ghosted you like that. If there was anything you learned from that night is that Ellie wanted you just as much as you wanted her.

You were still with Abby, but after that night with Ellie you realized that you were worth more than what Abby was giving you. One night you had invited Abby over for dinner, and had told her that you didn't think this relationship was gonna work out, she wasn't treating you like you wanted and you knew you could way be doing way better with 'someone else'. To your surprise she wasn't even saddened by this revelation, in fact she was planning to break up with you anyways saying she found someone better. It had hurt you a lot but you knew better than to give that piece of shit your energy.

A few days after your breakup with Abby you felt as if you were alone. You were sitting on the couch of your living room before hearing someone knocking on your door. You walked to your front door slightly confused, not expecting anybody to be coming over today. You were super surprised to come face to face with the woman who has been in your kind for the past 2 and a half weeks.

"Wow, what a nice surprise to see you again" you stated sarcastically. Ellie had stood in front of you with in her eyes. "I know that I did you so wrong ghosting you like that, but i just want you to know that i'm so sorry and I really really do like you". "Y'know it's really hard to believe you when you give me the best night of-".

Before you can finish you sentence Ellie cuts in "I know what I did, and I will spend so much time regretting it. At first I was scared because of Abby but, after hearing from her that you guys broke up I knew it was a sign. I want us to start over and for you to give me another chance".

You give Ellie's apology a lot of thought seeing the sincerity in her eyes and voice, time and time she has shown you how much she's cared for you and couldn't lie and say you didn't care for her just as much. You bring Ellie closer to you, wrapping your arms around her neck "I forgive you but, i don't want to start over....not after that mind blowing sex". Ellie smirks at your response "Fine, I can live with that".Warmth bloomed in your chest, sparks igniting as Ellie leaned in closer, lips brushing together, tentatively. The smell of Ellie so close to you was dizzying, butterflies dancing in your stomach. But warmth consumed your as she leaned into the kiss, Ellie's lips impossibly soft against you own.

Your kiss is heated and passionate, but with an underlying sweet loving wonderment, as if she’s pouring everything she’s felt from the moment she saw you until now into this kiss.You both find yourself breathless after the kiss. You reluctantly break the kiss before looking smiling back at Ellie

"I think we should take this inside"

A/n: Hopefully you guys enjoyed this trilogy, as always feedback is appreciated

[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Thank you so much @callivich for taking the time and effort for coming up with these questions, and thank you @such-a-barbarian for tagging me also!

This got long lol

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once? 

one of my favorite generas of fic is shameless Mickey worship and for that I aways come back to from head to toe and the many things Mickey Milkovich has been called, Unforgiving Touches and the Feeling of Their Bruises. 

also, in no particular order You’re Tough To Love When You Don’t Love Yourself, the broad shouldered beasts series, sincerity is scary.

for something a little smutty go back to sleep has always been a favorite of mine

and as always, my favorite fic of all time Boy In The Box

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog? 

i love that gif set of Ian sniffin’ on his husband, also I think there’s one thats a compilation of Mickey’s best smiles through the series, gorgeous.

this beautifully edited (?) gifset I stg this is better quality than the actual show idk how they did that

this gorgeous art/gifset is awesome also!

this one is very important to me but man it hurts

another heartbreaker

everyone say thank you gif makers!!!!

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

I literally just saw this one for the first time, it immediately went to the top of my list!!

Its so beautifully done and captures the tone of the original piece so well while also transforming it into a unique moment and commentary on intimacy in their own relationship, ugh, gorgeous 

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

creative mickey! the best thing season 10 gave us was mickey and his notebook. i just know when Ian sees that thing come out post canon a part of him locks up in genuine fear

i don’t really think he gets into art persay, but just being a creative thinker, figuring out how to run their business, decorating their apartment, building ian a garden on their balcony when he gets put on the waitlist for the community garden

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

so I had this idea very vaguely floating around in my head for a while, but it wasn’t even remotely formed, let alone developed and then suddenly last weekend the plot just came to me in that beautiful and cruel way inspiration comes and goes, but it will take forever to write because I want the pace to feel very slow and syrupy and a little dream (or nightmare) like.

i dont want to give away the plot but its very southern gothic, slight true crime elements, cults, slight age difference (younger Mickey)… anyways if anyone from the rural south wants to be on call to explain geography and culture to me, hit me up 

i also have an idea for a dirty filthy, nasty smut fic but i would have to post it anonymously i wouldnt be able to look anyone in the (virtual) eyes

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

in all seriousness, analyzing Shameless as a show overall is so interesting, understanding each of the characters as case studies in different particular expressions of being raised in poverty, which is what makes it twice as upsetting when someone is like, ‘why would this character do this, thats so stupid’ and the answer is that statically speaking that character was actually very likely to do that because of the circumstances they were born into and the way they’ve been affected by that throughout their life, but okay. I also noticed that a lot of people on here are not from America and I always wonder what their take on the social/political reading of the show, if it feels familiar at all etc.. 

i also remember the first time someone commented under my fic to be like, ‘why are you giving Mickey a pass Ian did this’, and someone else commented underneath that ‘oh well Mickey did that so he’s a bad person etc.’ and it was just so upsetting to me, I dont see a lot of that on my dash but I just personally believe that if you are judging teenagers/young adults who are in the middle of their first major mental health crisis or who have suffered unimaginable abuse and neglect their entire life, you need to recalibrate your empathy levels 

What’s your favourite season? And has this changed after multiple rewatches of the show?

I love love early seasons (1-3) there is just something so nostalgic about it and as a show that’s when the writing was at its most creative and interestingly paced

also who doesn’t love baby gallavich?

What line/dialogue/description from something else (a poem, a book, a tv show, a movie, or something else) do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship? 

Ugh Im so sorry I am going to have to add all the lyrics to In Your Love by Tyler Childers, the inspiration for my first fic title because it is the most perfect song to encapsulate the passion between them and the work and sacrifices they put up for each other

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

where is mandy? where the fuck is my girl?

also the fact that kevin had a son with v’s mom and just, has no interest in a relationship with him? like that made the story easier for sure but it doesn’t make sense with his character

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

guys, there is not a scene in this show that we have not done to death already (affectionate)

and you know what? we’ll do it again!

but just for the sake of it, the “would you take care of me if i was paralyzed” scene, you can see that Mickey is almost idk, hesitant? but that’s because he’s really picturing it and that his yes is genuine and thought out, and ian’s face of wonder when he realizes that he has someone who loves him unconditionally and forever? earth shattering

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

listen, i think the laws of television writers being assholes would dictate that they would give a break up (and maybe reconciliation) arc which is my least favorite television trope

but irl? (u know what i mean) i think they do have some hard, stressful times both out of their relationships and in it and realize pretty quickly that they have to work as a team and lean on each other and it only makes them closer

i also think that they simply refuse to sleep without each other, like one night when Ian gets stuck at the gallagher house taking care of sick franny mickey will drive over and sleep in the twin bed with him or if mickey gets wasted on a night out with sandy and debbie and his battery runs out he’ll stumble his ass home instead of going with one of them when they offer even if it takes forever

and ian grows his hair and stubble out to look like it does in the most recent photos (fluffy mullet) and mickey adores it he can’t keep his hands off his husbands head it’s a sensory dream

Thanks again for tagging me!

i’ll tag @stocious @mybrainismelted @sirrudo @solitarycreaturesthey @juliakayyy @jrooc @jezzibelle89 @i-think-you-mean-reduction @iansw0rld

[aajjks]

that kiss is coming soon 🤫

NWO!JK

“hey” you warn. “that’s my best friend you’re talking about and he’s not a pussy. you’ve got some nerve to call him a pussy when you won’t even take your mask off and show your face”

it’s funny because you’re basically talking shit to jungkook or at least to the man you think is jungkook. it isn’t until spider-man tells you to tell your best friend that you make-out with him is when you’re left speechless.

is he crazy?! why would you tell jungkook that? he would fucking kill you and then you would look like a liar since you admitted to being in love with him not too long ago. now that you think about it, you’ve yet to tell jungkook that you kissed spider-man and if he’s not the web-swinging hero then he’s definitely going to hate you.

“and if you’re so into him, why don’t you make a move on him first? Like just kiss him out of the blue”

you take a moment to let what spider-man just tell you marinate. kiss him? out of the blue? it’s a genius idea but he’s currently in the ‘making things up’ process, so this kiss will have to wait.

“hmmm…i don’t know. we had a little hiccup recently” you say as you feel spider-man gently trace his finger on your arm. once again, he asks—begs you for a kiss but it’s hard to give a straightforward answer when he’s got you against the wall and calls you a ‘cutie pie.’

“You know… I saw this merch of hello Kitty and Spider-Man. You should definitely wear it”

“aww, you were thinking about me? how sweet~ why should i kiss you, huh? shouldn’t a simple ‘thank you’ suffice?”

~🫧

“No I don’t take your thank you- I get to shove my tongue down your pretty throat okay?” He insists. He loves how you defended him infront of his own self.

You’re definitely the one for him.

“Plus you’re a filthy good nasty kisser.” He rests his case, his gaze constantly dropping to your kissable lips. “You know I can’t take my mask off because then you’ll get obsessed with me- I’m fuckin gorgeous.” He brags.

“I can’t afford to have a pretty girl stalking me. Even though that’s kinda hot.” He trails his hand down your covered chest. “You’re a gorgeous girl.” He breathes, getting all serious.

“And stalk me whenever you want.” He teases you. “I’m telling you I’m gorgeous.” He proudly states. “So, let me feel your mouth once more.” He says in a desperate tone,

“I don’t know why but you just- pull me in like no other.”

He breathes out- “I think if I was fighting a villain and you came? I’d be dead in a minute because you’re so magnetic.”

He gets dangerously closer, not even an inch left between your faces, as he takes your hand and guides his mask off his mouth.

“See? I’m so eager- just one good kiss on my lips.” He gently takes your fingers as he makes you lift it up til his lips are visible.

“I don’t mind being your dirty little secret.” He breathes hotly against your mouth.

[ramp-it-up]

Nice and Tight

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Word Count: 1.6K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Threesome, Praise kink, Spit roasting, double penetration, anal sex and play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), Daddy kink, Sir kink, allusions to Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, competition but also compersion. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is in response to an ask about the best kink. I couldn’t pick just one. Part four of The Fit and the Feel Series. Let me know if you liked it by interacting: like, comment and reblog!

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This night wasn’t turning out the way you thought it would, and this conversation was taking quite the different direction.

“I really think that we should take that drive up to Box Hill this weekend. We can get some fresh air, exercise, and continue this adventure on top of the knoll.”

Henry looked down at you and winked.

“What do you think, Dove?”

Henry responded to your silence with a frown and a slight tap on your jaw. You looked up into the twinkle of his cerulean eyes.

“Don’t be rude.”

Your eyes welled up with tears and you gulped, and your body clenched in response.

“Ah….shitttttt, Baby Doll. Fuck. So good.”

Chris groaned, finally joining the conversation.

“You have her mouth full, Cavill; give her a bit of a break. She’s a good fucking girl entertaining us both like this. So good and gotdamn tight.”

Chris was filling your ass full of his cock as you sucked Henry off. This is what you asked for. Your tears were the result of trying to breathe around Henry’s huge member as Chris fucked you slowly and steadily from behind.

The pull and the drag of Chris’s cock against your delicate walls was everything as he carefully took you apart and Henry got you back together.

You loved exactly where you were, between these two gorgeous men, and anywhere they wanted to take you to do this again was alright with you. They were unexpectedly tender and attentive, doing exactly what you requested. You weren’t mad. At all.

They were being so nice and yet so nasty at the same time.

You tried to hum an affirmative ‘Yes, Sir,’ as a response around Henry’s girth, causing his hips to stutter, and then surge forward, impaling himself further down your windpipe.

“Bloody hell, Dove. That mouth is so good. Throat so fucking snug.”

He reached down, encircled your neck with one hand to feel the bulge of himself in your tight column. He slowly pulled out and watched you cough and splutter when you took in air again.

“So lovely with your face like this…”

Henry admired you as Chris continued his débauched act behind you. You clenched again at the praise and Chris’s stroke. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as Henry’s other hand lightly slapped and pinched your nipples, eliciting pornographic gasps and groans from you.

“Sound so gotdamn… fuck Baby Doll. Gonna make me fill your ass…”

Your eyes rolled back at the thought. Although you had prepared all day for this moment, you couldn't believe that you were actually here, paid homage to by two of the most attractive men in the world.

“And you’re absolutely gorgeous with your face all fucked out.”

You smiled and Henry gave you a filthy kiss, then lifted you carefully by your arms as he moved underneath you and between your legs.

You shuddered and moaned as his hairy body slid underneath yours, the stimulation almost too much.

Chris stilled and throbbed as Henry looked deep into your eyes and nodded, placing his hands on your waist as Chris’s hands on your hips guided you onto Henry’s cock.

“Now be a good girl, Baby Doll, and take both of us.”

“Yessssss!”

Your plaintive cry made both men clench their jaws in efforts to hold back from tearing you apart. Instead, they were oh so careful. Henry’s hand positioned himself just so as to allow you to sink onto him while keeping Chris inside you.

“Holyyyyyyy…”

Chris swore and dropped his head as your tight canal became even tighter with the intrusion of Henry on the other side of the thin bit of tissue of your perineum. He tenderly kissed

your spine as they both let you set the pace of your ruin.

You buried your face in Henry’s curls as he looked down to see the phenomenon of you three joining together. You were in nirvana as they became fully seated inside you.

When Henry looked back into your eyes, his were full of admiration.

“You are such a wonder, Dove.”

Remarkable.”

“Ohhhhhh!”

You clenched around both of them and they groaned, but stayed still as you started to move.

Beginning to rock back and forth between them, you felt the pounding of their engorged members stretching you out.

“P-please Daddy. Sir. Oh! Please move. Use me. Fill up my holes. Please please please.”

You started begging wantonly and Henry’s look changed as his eyes dilated. He took hold of your chin as Chris gripped your shoulders from behind.

“You sure that’s what you want?”

His voice was commanding, deep and smooth, like Cap.

“Y-y-yes. Please!”

“You don’t have to beg Baby Doll.” Chris slapped your ass.

“But damn if it isn’t ruining me. Keep up if you can Cavill.”

Chris pulled you up and away from Henry’s kisses, stretching your torso and giving access to your breasts to the Englishman as the Bostonian held your arms behind your back.

“Fuck you, Christopher Robin. You keep up with me.”

“No. Fuck me. Use me. I want all your cum. Both of you. I want it all.”

You felt like a queen.

“So be it.”

Henry responded with a broken voice that nearly broke you. The eye contact alone was so intimate.

Chris started going harder and Henry

matched his relentless pace, not brutal but insistent.

Soon they established a sinful rhythm that had you trembling between them. When one slid in to the hilt and the other slid out to the tip, causing your body to open and clench simultaneously.

Two sets of hands were everywhere all over you and you had one on Chris’s ass and one on Henry’s chest, feeling their sweat soaked skin and receiving surprisingly tender kisses and sweet praises from their lips. They were wrapped around you and throbbing inside you.

It was like you were one.

“Give us what we need, Dove. I can’t hold it much longer.”

Henry’s pleading eyes did something to your heart.

Chris was licking the sweat that slid down your neck. Then his earnest voice started begging, making your heart rate rise even higher.

“Yes. Please Baby Doll, you haven’t cum since we were eating you out. ‘S’been too long.”

You chuckled, because that was just a few minutes ago, but your laugh got caught in your throat as you saw Henry’s eyes shift behind you. Then, in tandem, Henry grabbed your ass to spread it wider and Chris reached between you and Henry to find your clit. It didn’t take long before you were cumming multiple times, screaming like a banshee, and not sure where one orgasm began and the other ended.

“Oh so beautiful Dove, yessss. Give.”

You took in Henry’s blissed out face and turned to give Chris a lewd kiss, sucking his tongue as Henry’s hands roamed your body and his eyes took in the scene. He was speechless as he watched and listened and felt.

“Shit, Baby Doll. You’re a marvel. S-s-so fucking hot.”

Chris spoke, groaning his praise into your ear, as he emptied his hot load inside you then held you as he slowly softened. He gently pulled out as you continued to ride Henry.

You whimpered and fell forward on Henry’s chest, trembling from the sensations.

“Careful now. Keep my cum inside you.”

Chris was marveling at your stretched out hole, plugging you with his fingers as you slid on Henry’s cock.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You made out with Chris as Henry watched, but then called your attention to him.

“Gods, Dove. This cunt is so magnificent. You. Are. Indeed. Magic.”

You sat up again, regal on the throne of Henry’s cock. You started to ride, feet up on the bed to aid your movement.

“Heavens…Dove...!”

“That’s it, Baby Doll. Rock his world. So fucking sexy.”

Chris’s fingers gently circled the rim of your wrecked anterior hole as Henry ravaged your cunt. The sensations were everything. The sights, the sounds, the smell of your sex with these two was a heady drug.

You could become addicted.

The sight of Henry in ecstasy, head thrown back and moth open whole Chris cooed on your ear was enough to send you over the edge again.

You bathed all three of you in the results of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had when you felt Henry’s warm spend wash over your walls.

“Fuck. Look at that.”

Chris’s eyes were glued to you.

“Your body is amazing, Baby Doll.”

His sky blue eyes were full of awe.

You collapsed on top of Henry again and Chris left you wrapped in the burly man’s arms. You heard the shower start in the bathroom as Henry kissed the top of your head.

“I’m in trouble, Dove. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly lost to this feeling…”

This tenderness was unexpected. You expected a night of rough domination, but received worship instead.

Before you could respond, Chris pulled you away from Henry, and carried you bridal style into the bath.

You wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck and burrowed your face into it. You didn’t want reality to intrude.

“I never thought that sharing you would finally make me fall…”

You let what Chris said sink in and walked into the shower when he put you down, not looking at him as you immersed yourself under the strong, hot spray of water. You didn’t think, just let the warm water wash over you and bring you back to earth.

You felt proximity and heat, then opened your eyes to see two sets of earnest blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.

Oh shit.

“We’ll give you anything you want Baby Doll.”

Chris’s voice was deep and soothing.

“Anything. What do you want of us, Dove? More sex, or something…more…?”

You looked from one man to the other and reached for them. Their hands were on you again, threatening ecstasy as their bodies awakened.

No, this night didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.

The question was, what were you going to do about it?

What do you think? Is reader more partial to one of these beautiful men or the other? Or is she down for both? 🤔

Let me know!

[erodasfishtacos]

mlb!harry or ceo!harry mrs coming home from a night out with the girls, drunk af and wanting her man would be super cool.

When I Come Home (mini blurb)

I’ll do both (no sex though cause H isn’t a creep. Remember if someone is under the influence they can’t consent!)

—

CEO!H (married but pre-Ivy)

—

It’s just so funny because H is so no nonsense all the time except with YN.

She went out with her friends from college, it was a Thursday night, and Harry was stuck in their home office working on a contract.

He hears the front door open with a muttered, “Fuck.”

That’s all it takes for him to know she’s smashed.

Before he can even finish his sentence he’s typing, YN appears in front of him, heels kicked off, and eyeliner starting smudge.

“Hi H,” She smiles widely from the door before sauntering in - trying to be sexy despite her clumsy feet.

“Hi, m’heart,” Harry responds with a humorous smile, letting a puff of air when she plops heavily on his lap like dead weight.

It only takes a moment before she’s starting to swivel her hips down onto his, she was always a horny drunk.

“C’mon pet,” Harry chastises, strong hands coming pause the motions, “Y’been drinkin’.”

“Please,” Her words whiny, “Get me off, baby.”

“I said no,” Harry says firmly, kissing her shoulder to ease his harsh words.

YN let’s out another spoiled whine of displeasure when she can’t move her hips even an inch, can feel him naturally responding to her.

“Don’t be a brat,” He reminds her, tapping his finger against her lips.

She can also be a crabby drunk.

“Wha’s a husband for if you’re not gonna get me off?” YN bites, slipping off his lap and muttering, “Do it myself.”

Harry grit his teeth at the jab of his husbandly duties but grunts, turning back to his computer screen, “Cheers.”

“Dick,” YN whispers to herself, not quietly at all, as she leaves the office without another glance his way.

Harry goes about his own business but it’s mere minutes later when he hears his wife call for him impatiently.

When he steps into their bedroom, YN is sat on the bed with a furrowed brow and pouty lips as she glares at him.

“I can’t get my dress off.”

“Y’just called me a dick. Now you want my help, hmm?” Harry hums with a teasing smirks, widening when his wife glares.

“Help me,” She simply demands, no manners whatsoever.

But Harry’s in love with the pouty, spoiled woman in front of him and he really can’t say no to her when she needs help.

He stands her up, hands brushing the caps of her shoulders before slowly taking the zipper down on the back of her dress.

Harry helps her step out of it, just in a soft cotton thong and he unclasps her bra to let it fall limply to the floor.

She turns around, leaning in to kiss his lips softly, and her hands come to the hem of his tee and lifting it up until the hard muscles of his stomach are revealed.

“Sweetheart,” He says with a disapproving frown but she’s hushing him quiet until she’s pulling it over his head and slipping it over her own.

It makes him soften, “M’so gone for you.”

YN just snorts and says, “Good thing I agreed to marry you then.”

-

MLB!YN.

The three boys were already fast asleep for the night.

Harry was waiting up for his wife in the living room, spread out of the further couch.

The couple had an app where they could track each other’s location and he was making sure that YN was okay constantly.

He must have dozed off because he is a bit disoriented when the front door closes a bit loudly and the sound of shoes being kicked off echos.

Then he sees his missus, looking absolutely gorgeous in a pair of tight high waisted jeans and a lacy bodysuit tucked into it.

“Hi mama, y’look so good,” Harry mumbles, rubbing his eyes and sitting up a bit more to drink in the sight of his wife.

By the bright twinkle in her eye, he could tell she had a nice buzz going still from most likely the blackberry margaritas she loves.

He couldn’t lie, he quite enjoyed when his wife was a bit tipsy. She was already cuddly and sweet without alcohol but it just intensified it.

Harry’s mouth went a bit dry when she shucked off both her tight jeans and body suit. It left her in a strapless bra and nude thong.

YN is quickly making her way to her husband and complaining, “Make room f’me.”

Harry does, wriggling onto his side and moving until his back is against the cushions.

She waste no time in laying down next time him on her side, facing him and nuzzling happily into the curve of his neck.

His hands can’t help but roam her now bare skin, tickling up her sides, squeezing at the plush of her hips, rubbing circles on her tummy.

“Missed you,” YN murmurs against his skin, sleepiness already coating her tone as she hums as he gives her back a few scratches.

“I missed you too. I thought about y’all night, mama,” Harry tells her truthfully, ducking down to kiss her nose.

YN sighs loudly, hands coming behind her to release the tight bra and tossing it to the ground, smushing her breasts up against Harry’s bare chest - it was sexual but it was still intimate.

“Why the sigh, darling?” He asks against her hair, it stills smelled like his shampoo, sandalwood and cinnamons.

“The girls were…talking about how they can’t believe how loyal you are to me because we’ve been together since college and you have all these other girls who are so gorgeous who want you,” YN usually doesn’t struggle with insecurity but every once in awhile a comment would make her unsure.

Harry pulls back and pulls her gaze to his, “The reason I’ve been so loyal t’you since college is because I’m fuckin’ bloody obsessed with you.”

“H..”

“Let me finish, don’t even have time to think about any other woman. I’m too busy thinkin’ about the next time I get t’fuck you, cuddle you, love on you.”

“I love you,” She smiles softly, letting the nasty quell of feelings dissipate.

“Plus, put three babies in you. Gonna put more in you. Best mama, best wife, nobody compares t’you. You’re m’soulmate,” Harry whispers against her lips before lightly brushing them together.

“Speaking about fucking me,” YN giggles coyly, taking her husband’s hands and moving them to her arse.

Harry groans, graciously squeezing the firm muscle in his palms, “Don’t tease me, know we can’t when y’tipsy.”

“Tomorrow?” YN asks hopefully, whimpering at the harsh grip he has on her bum.

Her husband lets out a honking laugh, “Y’act like i don’t try to get your cunt whenever I can.”

“Filthy mouth,” She chastises sleepily, thumb coming to drag along his full lips, dragging down a bit.

“Let’s get you up to bed, darling,” Harry nips at her finger, “Don’t want one of the boys getting an eye full.”

—

The next morning, it’s barely even dawn when Harry’s waking his wife up with suckling, wet kisses along the expanse of her tummy.

“H, fuck,” She groans, luckily not feeling hungover from the night before instead arousal pooling in the pit of her stomach.

“Mornin’ mama,” He rasps, voice scratchy - telling her he just woke up too.

“Did you just wake up and automatically start making a move?” She giggles quietly, running her fingers through his messy curls.

“Mmm,” He agrees without an ounce of shame, “Fuckin’ dream about you, can’t help I wake up wanting y’on my tongue.”

“Okay, go on then. Remind me why I married you,” YN teases but it gets cut off with a moan when he pushes her panties to the side and laps at her clit.

“Remember why you did now?” Harry replies cockily against her folds before dragging his teeth against the sensitive bud.

—

[lazuriite]

[21:08]

pairing: neighbour!dejun x dom!camgirl!reader

warning(s): masturbation, degradation

a/n: i wanted to try my hand at writing a sub male idol fic, p l e a s e tell me what you think

dejun doesn’t know who he’s trying to fool. he’s been scrolling through the homepage for nearly half an hour. he had joined two or three streams but didn’t stay for long. a quick glance at the bottom of his laptop screen tells him that the stream he’s actually waiting for will start soon, but he pretends not to care. he keeps telling himself that there’s plenty of other girls, far prettier and more experienced at webcamming, that you’re not worth it. 

it’s funny how, ten minutes later, he finds himself finally pulling his cock out of the confines of pants to relieve the ache. none of the good ones are online right now, his mind tells him. and you’re painfully hard, it’s just convenient that she’s streaming right now.

dejun is glad that kunhang and yangyang were out doing god-knows-what because he’s unbelievably pent up. he hasn’t had a moment to himself the whole week thanks to his sadistic professors and their assignments and it takes all his strength not to bust at the sight of you in a beautiful set of lingerie. he’s desperate for his release and if it were any other girl, he’d just finish himself off then leave half way through the stream. but it’s not a random camgirl he just stumbled across. it’s you. 

he swears it’s almost as if you knew just how sexually frustrated he was, because you’re being unbelievably mean today.

“aw, do you need more?” you mock your viewers as you slowly trace your slit with your fingers. “do my babies want me to make the ache go away?”

dejun doesn’t even realise that he’s replied with a breathy ‘yes’, slowly pumping his cock. he wants to speed up so badly but he wouldn’t dare to, choosing to rub a teasing circle around his tip instead. your instructions had been crystal clear. light touches were permitted but anything that might bring him closer to an orgasm was a strict ‘no’.

“my poor babies, it must hurt so much. fine, you can speed up just a little.” 

dejun moans with relief when his cock finally gets some proper friction, his eyelids drooping slightly. it would be so easy. he can just disobey you and make himself cum. but he can’t - because you know what you’re doing. perhaps it was a bit ridiculous. he’s so obedient but you aren’t even aware that it was him who was watching your livestream. you can’t see what he’s doing and nothing will really happen to him if he doesn’t listen to you. but for whatever reason, he finds himself following every instruction to the t. he has edged himself with your help many times and has usually ended up having a mind blowing orgasm by the end.

“my, there’s so many of you today.”

you start rubbing your clit faster, making a sound that’s a mix of a derisive laugh and a moan and it sounds so fucking hot.

“my pretty boys really like it when i boss them around, don’t they?” your voice is so condescending and it only has him feeling even more needy. the effect you have on him is unbelievable. dejun is pretty sure that if you wanted, you’d be able to make him cum with just your voice. of course, he wouldn’t mind, but he loves watching your pretty face contort with pleasure as those gorgeous lips spit out the most degrading words at him.

suddenly, you pull your fingers away from your wet heat, wiggling them at the camera before licking your slick off them. you grab something offscreen and reveal it to your viewers. a silicone dildo with a suction cup at the other end. you lean in closer to the camera, the cat like grin on your face growing as you read out one of the comments. there usually weren’t many on these types of streams, most of the viewers’ hands being preoccupied with other matters. how anyone was able to control themselves while watching you was beyond dejun’s understanding.

“yongie says he wishes he could take my dildo’s place,” you fake a pout. “honestly, I’d rather have an actual cock inside me.”

you permit your viewers to pick up the pace as you slick the toy up with lube before slowly dropping down on it. your moans sound heavenly as you fuck yourself on the fake cock and dejun feels like he’s floating. the sight of your tits bouncing, your fingers returning to your sensitive clit, your moans, it was all too much. he was so fucking close.

“I bet you all wish it was your cock I was riding, huh?”

your back arches slightly when the fake cock manages to hit a certain spot inside you, but you don’t stop talking. “how pathetic - you’re jealous of a lump of plastic.”

your movements become more erratic and dejun can tell that your orgasm is nearing. he’s seen you cum too many times to not know when you’re close to the edge. he’s probably closer than you are so he slows his hand down. he can cum when you do.

“you know i’d never let one of your filthy cocks near my pussy right? maybe though, one of these days, i’ll let you watch me get fucked. that new camboy lucas looks like he could fuck me good.”

dejun feels so dirty. the nastiness of the situation finally seems to sink in. he’s jerking off as you insult and belittle him. he’s about to cum while he listens to you talk about being fucked by another man. he should feel ashamed but his desperation trumps any other emotion at the moment. 

you finally stop speaking, your last sentence being, “go ahead and cum for me, whores. empty your dirty little cocks.”

dejun does his best not to scream since you’re next door. he can’t risk having you hear him. he really wishes your room wasn’t soundproof, the idea of hearing you cum on camera and through the wall being so hot to him. you cum just a little after he does, tiredly pulling yourself off the toy, the object of his envy. you blow your viewers a kiss goodbye and end the video. he sighs, switching his laptop off. he prays that he won’t run into you in the hallway for a while because he is fairly certain that he would not be able to look you in the eye.

[deviltoys]

THIS THIRST HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR A WEEK:

Being Kurros dad and manipulating him into doing what ever you want. It started with him giving you blows here and there, then you started to fuck his little boy pussy. Even though he says he hates itand yells no, his soppy little pussy can't help but always suck you back in. He turns into a desperate little slut thats craves for your cock 24/7, and that's all that you wanted, and your oh so proud of your little slut boy. Kurro feels so happy that his master thinks he's a good little slut boy, he hates it when you call him a bad boy, it absolutely breaks his heart, but he can take it anything for you, because you own him after all, right?

— ‘𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗻.’

kuroo tetsurou x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: I WAS IN SUCH A HORRIBLE MOOD AND NEEDED TO WRITE ABOUT KUROO SO THIS WAS A LAST SECOND DECISION! it's bad and i’m so sorry, i just needed smth to do. i haven't been the most motivated!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, pseudo incest, step-son!kuroo, dubcon, master k., daddy k., oral, blow job, cum eating, implied breeding/creampie, manhandling.

your mind was constantly running on filthy, taboo thoughts relating to your step son, kuroo. was it wrong to think such nasty things about anyone other than your wife? you'd been through so many of them at this point that fantasizing over one of their offspring was the least concerning thing you'd done.

ms. tetsurou was an absolute doll, don't get it twisted-- but ever since she'd introduced the two of you, you'd been aching to fuck his little brains out. those glowing gold eyes and messy head of hair just begging you to bury your fingers in and mess it up more.

“hey, kuroo come’re for a second will ya’?”

swinging your forearm over the backside of the couch, you don't remove your gaze from the bulge in your shorts-- eagerly shifting in your seat while you waited for kuroo to pause his school work.

there was no response from his room, which much to your dismay only had your erection falling soft on you. you desperately called for his attention, slipping your sensitive dick from behind your boxers— shorts now pushed down past your calves.

with your broad fingers caressing the tip of your cock, precum would be seaping from your cockhead in no time! but you had to suppress the urge to get yourself off, you'd left yourself untouched all week just for kuroo.

but the longer the harsh silence between the two of you lingered, the faster your pace and frustration increased. why did he have to be a model student with a club reputation to uphold?

“oi, kuroo! get yer’ ass out here, i need something!” your pitch dropped a few octaves, while the tone remained just loud enough for him to hear through the thin walls of the house.

luckily, this time, the message was relayed to your son and soon enough his smaller figure was proped up against the doorframe. brows furrowed quizzically at the face staring back at him— he couldn't see anything past your head, but the way you were situated had him suspicious.

with a hand tangled in your hair and your free hand stroking your shaft, you beckoned kuroo closer with your words; rudely demanding he help you with your urgent request.

“hurry up and give your dad a hand, eh’?” you sneered, hissing through your teeth as you took in a sharp breath-- your length felt so heavy in your hand, it was just waiting for a place to rest on kuroo’s tongue.

kuroo wasn't able to see what had you acting so odd. but as soon as he set foot out of his room, just close enough to get a peek at what you were doing, he took it all in. there was his step dad, jerking himself off on the family couch, no shame hinted anywhere on his expression. he was at a loss for words— tongue tripping over ever other thought in an attempt to form a coherent sentence. it was quite adorable!

he felt his face become somewhat warm and there was an unsettling feeling that stirred in his stomach, he was a hot mess! why did he find his father so arousing? you were a role model to him, not someone his dick should be getting hard to.

he was quite surprised by your size, he honestly could stare and marvel at it all day. though whatever other lewd thoughts were behind those glossy eyes of his had been cut off by the sensation of you shoving your cock down his throat.

“mpfh-- da..d! st- top!” his golden eyes screwed shut, lips sloppily trying to retaliate; you're streching his mouth so nicely as he sits between your knees.

he looked so gorgeous thing to resist his daddy!

a few soft mewls phased through his lips, drool dripping through each rhythmic sound he made around you. he has no choice but to satisfy you, that comforting big hand of yours petting his hair so gently only made it harder to leave.

it was comical really, you face fucking your wife's son! it was even better that he had succumb to the pleasure and wanted nothing more than to be your dumb cock-sleeve for the rest of his days.

you're about to cum, evidence being in the way your veins twich and pulse as kuroo’s tongue swirls around the underside of your cock. the violent gagging and the sound of your balls slapping against his chin sends you into a full body orgasm-- bucking your hips down his gullet, you cum. dull ache in his throat as your lush, creamy semen spoils his insides.

“that’s my fuckin’ boy! now, hop on up.” not even seconds after you've fucked his mouth full of your jizz, he's bouncing on your lap— pleading for daddy to show him who his cunt belongs to! he can't get enough, after getting a taste of your love he's now devoted his life to your fat dick!

you inhale sharply, hands gliding down his trembling hips so you're able to take full control of his movements against your bulge. his tear stained cheeks and wet, pink tongue are the only things in view at that point! his eyes roll back into his head and all the middle blocker can do is slur a bunch of thick gibberish your way.

his abdomen is sore and his bedhead is somehow even more of a disarray then when you started-- he's intoxicated by euphoria and there's no escaping it. a whimper shakes through his frame as you continue to pound his puckered pussy, the fact your wife would be home soon only slowed you down. forcing your baby boy to enjoy every shallow thrust to the fullest so that his mommy could see him in his fucked out haze!

“shoot yer’ coach a call, tell him you're not gonna be able to attend practice for a few days baby.. daddy is far from finished with you.”

[sleepy-moons]

sweet thing | a. asahi

cw: 18+, mdni. mostly smut with a lil bit of fluff. lil bit of breeding kink n i guess cum eating ? and a tiny bit of spit. black fem reader, aged up.

a/n: I thought about this at like 3 in the morning and I've had asahi on the brain since then. I hope yall enjoy :)

“a-azu, azu, ‘m g’nna cum,” you whined sweetly into his ear.

azumane’s strokes were slow, but they were far from gentle. they were rough, they were deep, and every time he pushed in it felt like air was being shoved out of your lungs. his dick was heavy, and it felt like it weighed on your soul, on your very being every single time he fucked into you.

asahi sat up from his position—face buried in the crook of your neck— opting to look down at you with gorgeous brown eyes. he didn’t miss the pretty pout on your lips, knows how much you love to cradle his head, pull at his hair, feel as close as possible when he gets like this.

“gonna cum pretty girl?” he gave you one, two rough thrusts that had you seeing stars, had you letting out the filthiest sounds.

“yes, yes, please azu, lemme cum,” though you both know you don’t have to beg. he’ll give you anything you wanted, the sun, the moon, or your nth orgasm.

azumane’s large hands traveled down your body, fingers gently pressing into the few scattered bruises he kissed into your brown skin. once he made it to your legs, he pushed them down into the mattress, keeping you nice and open, just for him to take in.

“go on, touch yourself. wanna see you cum, sweet thing.” you don’t know how it’s possible for such things to come out of such a sweet mouth, but it drives you wild every single time.

azumane started his slow, brutal strokes again, the same ones that had your eyes rolling into your head. but you had to try your hardest to focus, because he wants, no, needs you to look at him when you’re this close. you can tell by the way he squeezes your left leg to get your attention, can tell because once you open your own pretty browns, he’s already looking back at you.

he lets spit dribble past his lips and onto your clit, all while maintaining steady eye contact. he knows you’re already too fucked out, barely got enough energy to suck on your own fingers, knows you’ll let out a filthy moan in thanks the moment the first drop hits your puffy clit. asahi can read you like an open book, like it’s a book he’s written.

the moment you touch your slicked up clit, you’re done for. it took all of one, two, three circles of your clit before you were gushing, soaking the sheets and his abdomen. and he’s nasty, gathering up some of your slick on his fingers and shoving them in his mouth, licking and sucking them clean before he does it again and again. once he’s had his fill, he’s looking back at you with darker eyes, like predator eyeing its prey.

only then does his thrusts get faster, get even more brutal as he chases his own release.

“wanna fill you up, sweetheart. can i do that for you, get you full of my cum?” And you couldn’t deny him, you didn’t want to.

“put a baby in me, azu,” and your words, so pretty coming from that mouth, so fucking sweet like sugar.

“F-fuck you’re— you’re such a g-good girl, so fucking good f’r me,” his grip on your thighs are tightening, and you know they’ll be bruised once morning comes.

“gonna take it, fucking take my cum.” and he’s watching the way his dick disappears into your tight cunt, reveling in the way your walls are still spasming around him, in the way his seed pushes out of you when does cum, all sticky and messy as it mixes with yours.

you already know what’s coming, mouth already open as thick, mess-covered fingers make their way toward your lips. he doesn’t give you time to swallow, never does, before he’s kissing you with fervor, the taste of both his and your cum on his tongue nearly making him hard again.

he’s a gentleman, keeping the kisses short so he can clean you up nice and good, even though you always protest. but you can't complain much, not when he smothers you in so much love afterward. it's all gentle touches and sweet kisses and it's typical for you to shed a few a tears during.

"I love you," he starts, wiping at a few stray tears. "love you with all my heart."

"mean everything to me, pretty girl. so happy to call you mine."

and you don't even have to respond, not when your eyes tell him everything he needs to know and more.