#I'm sorry TuT

[jellybean-tv]

(Please, nobody feel the need to respond and/or provide any answers or anything, I'm just... trying to be brave and put my voice out in general. Otherwise, you know, don't mind me. OuO"""""")

I really wanna find, like... my own little "place" I fit into in this community. You know? Like a niche in the niche that I have fun with, that comes naturally, and that people have fun seeing when it shows up on their feed. But... I dunno what that is yet.

I guess it'd be something I stumble into, huh? TuT Which means there's no way to determine how much time it's gonna take to get comfortably settled in. But jeez, it's extra hard to wait when you're already SO bad at letting people know you're in the community at all. Forget about not being able to say the T word - I can't write an original post here without panicking and (usually) deleting it before it's scheduled to go up. >.>"""""""""'

How do you "open up" on a secret account for a community about your goofy little (SFW, GODDAMMIT) guilty pleasure without feeling like you've accidentally shared too much and people will know who you are?

Jeez... usually I'm not too awkward socially, but here? I'd have an easier time putting myself up on the wall and pretending my TV head's an inconspicuous painting of a wallflower.

[temtamtom]

⚔️?

⚔️ A nation in a historical uniform

What's the opposite of a "happy camper"? Here's Romano in a (Light) Voltigeur uniform during the Napoleonic Wars.

Tfw your new boss is one of Napoleon's cronies, and now you're getting dragged around Europe to fight their wars.

I feel like the 1800s were certainly an interesting time for Romano and his personal growth (in my headcanons). There's a lot I'd love to properly explore some day.

This was quite challenging but I had a lot of fun drawing it in the end! Thank you for the ask ❤️

Less Meme-y version under "read more"

[starcrossedjedis]

Ka & Ankhe (Tut 2015)

[llyfrenfys]

Good evening to everyone except the guy who tried to argue with me today in Tesco over the proximity of my phone to the PED device while I was trying to load my clubcard. Sir, how can my phone load up a digital wallet by being too close to the PED if I don't have a digital wallet? Also I've worked retail before this is not how that works.

[jack-whatsyourangle]

ohhhh tuts stands for theater under the stars. OHHHH GUYS I GET IT

[gaensebluemchenschleier]

diese Schuldgefühle wenn man nicht mehr dazu in der Lage ist, so für die Menschen da zu sein wie man es gerne wäre.

[schreckensbleiches-nervenbuendel]

Ich sitze gerade am 15. Kapitel und kann nicht aufhören, zu weinen. Justus Kindheit als Medium zu beschreiben, tut so unfassbar weh. Und ich muss euch jetzt alle mit in die Scheiße ziehen.

Justus Segen ist ein klarer, übersinnlicher Segen, der dafür sorgt, dass er mit guten Geistwesen reden, sie sehen und anfassen kann. Später (nach der Duality-Ausbildung) kann er ihnen helfen, ins Jenseits zu wandern.

Sie präsentieren sich mit einem leuchtenden, blauen Schein auf der Haut. Geistwesen, deren Leichen unauffindbar sind oder die nicht verstehen können/wollen, dass sie tot sind, wandeln in unserer Welt. Sie haben ein hohes Mitteilungsbedürfnis und werden von Medien, die als Einzige mit ihnen reden können, magisch angezogen.

Nach dem Tod seiner Eltern ist sein Segen ausgebrochen und seine Fähigkeiten haben ihm plötzlich all diese "Menschen mit dem blauen Schein" gezeigt. Der kleine Justus wusste aber nicht, dass die Leute tot sind. Er war zu jung, um das zu verstehen, und niemand in seiner Nähe hatte denselben Segen, deshalb konnte ihm das auch keiner so richtig erklären.

Justus hat geglaubt, dass manche Menschen einfach mit diesem blauen Schein geboren werden. Mathilda hat sich Sorgen gemacht und Titus meinte, dass Justus nur eine blühende Fantasie hatte. Ab und zu waren sie etwas verwundert, weil er von verstorbenen Kindern oder sehr kryptisch von Unglücken in Rocky Beach erzählt hat, die er in seinem Alter gar nicht kennen konnte.

Justus und die "Kindern mit dem blauen Schein" haben auf der Straße gespielt, bis Mathilda ihn voller Sorge auf den Bürgersteig gezerrt hat. Die Kinder sind damals bei einem Autounfall gestorben.

Die Kinder mit dem blauen Schein waren immer freundlich. Sie haben immer gelacht, gespielt oder die Erwachsenen geärgert. Sie haben ihr Spielzeug mit ihm geteilt, ihm ihre Geheimnisse verraten und ihm ihre streng geheimen "Zentralen", ihre Treffpunkte gezeigt. Sie haben ihn nie dafür schikaniert, dass er dicker war oder dass er auf dem Gelände des Gebrauchtwarencenters gewohnt hat. Sie waren seine Freunde.

Die Erwachsenen mit dem blauen Schein waren oft ganz traurig oder wütend. Und Justus hat das nie verstanden, weil seine Eltern immer lieb zu ihm waren.

Tante Mathilda hat ihn ins Bett gebracht und trotzdem saßen seine Eltern jahrelang an seinem Bettrand. Mit diesem blauen Schein, der so warm war, dass Justus sich pudelwohl gefühlt hat. Sie strichen ihm durch die Haare und erzählten ihm die Geschichten ihrer Reisen. Ihre Berührungen und Nähe fühlten sich echt an.

Für Justus verging eine lange Zeit, bis er endlich verstand, dass seine Eltern tot waren. Dass seine Freunde in der Nachbarschaft von Autos erfasst oder in Schwimmbecken ertrunken waren.

Bob und Peter trugen nie einen blauen Schein. Sie haben ihn auf der Straße spielen sehen - ganz allein. Er hat mit sich selbst geredet und alle anderen Kinder fanden das immer komisch.

Peter und Bob haben ihn eingeladen, in Peters sicherem Vorgarten auf der Veranda zu spielen. Sie haben mit Actionfiguren gespielt und sie waren immer Detektive.

Und Justus war immer der erste Detektiv, weil seine Freunde das so wollten. Seine ersten Freunde ohne den blauen Schein.

[toodrasticallydumb]

PLEASE IGNORE THE FACT I DIDN'T FINISH MY ENTRY FOR THE THIRD WEEK AND THIS IS THE FORTH WEEK I GOT BUSY AND WEE BIT TUCKERED OUT OKAY?!?!

Summary: Barbara tries to cook for herself after a shift, need I say more?

You need to break a few eggs to make an omelet.

Or you need to break a few eggs to make progress--to heal.

In related news, I absolutely loved both participating and seeing everyone's entries for the week's prompts and this was honestly such a fun ride! So thank you @pinkytoothlesso11 and @undeadchestnut for the chance to take part in this stricklake 2023 event! As well as everyone who also participated in it it wouldn't be nearly as fun without you!

I have so many great entries that I read/saw that I haven't reblogged/commented on because there's just so many that are so good! But I will get around to them, I promise I will.

[jarchivussy]

brb currently going insane over this art tutorial i found while rummaging thru pinterest for art refs that somehow implies fucking blackface is ok but stylization is not

[id: an image that shows different ways of drawing lips, with a check mark of a cross above them, to indicate right and wrong ways of drawing them. among the correct examples are lips drawn as a line, circled around with another solid line and filled in with a darker colour, very similar to how lips are drawn in blackface. among the incorrect examples are lips drawn simply and asymmetrically, with jagged lines and shapes. end id.]

[babymagi]

Happy Easter and Happy Trans Visibility Day!!

[the-shy-artisan]

☯ ∇ and♒ for Beastos :D

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

likes:

Olives

Sleeping

His family

The thrill of battle

Music (Calliope will sometimes bring her flute to play for him)

Laying in the sun

dislikes:

The gods, Ares in particular, for tricking him into servitude (he seems to tolerate Athena though)

Thunder and lighting (he was once struck by a thunderbolt, courtesy of Zeus)

Fire (even though he can wield it; when it's being used against him is a different story)

∇ - old age/aging headcanon

As Beastos ages, the underside of his mane will grow longer and darker to match his goatee.

He'll put on a little more weight and move more slowly, but that doesn't mean he isn't less dangerous as he was in his prime.

He will probably spend more time sleeping and laying in the sun, conserving his energy if needed.

Will only fly if absolutely necessary, his wings aren't as strong as they used to be (Calliope will probably ask him if they're broken :c).

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Beastos will eat just about anything.

He has a tendency to pick off livestock, mainly cows and pigs. He remembers them tasting better when cooked though…

To satisfy his want of prepared food, he raids the altars of the gods, devouring any cooked offerings people may place there (much to their --and the gods'-- displeasure).

The Spartans at one point built their own altar to appease the beast, leaving slaughtered rams and wine.

He loves olives, he once ate through an entire crop. He's been chased away from that olive grove plenty of times (he always returns though, one angry farmer won't keep him from his favorite snack).

[sideeve]

⠀⠀⠀“WHAT?! SEX BAN?!”

﹅ contains ;; gojo satoru , kento nanami , choso kamo , toji fushiguro , ryomen sukuna , geto suguru

﹅ alt title ;; how long the jjk men can withstand the sex ban

﹅ warnings ;; sorta sub!choso , whiny!choso , toji's part is more explicit than the others , this is my first time writing for some of the character so i'm sorry if i didn't describe them well

GOJO SATORU (3 days)

“are you serious?” gojo groans, slumping forwards. gojo watched in disappointment as you crossed your arms, looking away from him. "you did it so you have to pay." for weeks, you've been trying to tell gojo to separate the colors from the whites while doing laundry. him just wanting to get it over with, he dumped them all in the same load, ruining some of your favorite pieces of clothing.

"baby, please. i won't do it again," he begs, kneeling in front of you. but to no avail, you stood your ground.

it only took him 3 days to convince you to wave your white flag, surrendering to his seduction. "you look good in my shirts." gojo's hands caress your hips as he presses his chest to your back. "i would be in my clothes if you would just listen to me." you huff, "i never said i was disappointed." gojo whispered, his hard-on pressing on your ass.

“please. just drop the ‘sex ban’. i said i was sorry.” his lips make a trail of kisses on your neck. you needed him too. whenever he wasn’t around, you would use your toys, trying to not let gojo know you were sexually needy. but they didn’t work.

RYOMEN SUKUNA (not happening!)

no. just no. it’s funny that you even thought about putting that in motion. sukuna was too desperate for sex but never wanted to admit it.

“no,” he stood above, crossing his arms, making himself seem bigger than you (as if he even needed to do that). “you can’t deprive me of sex, woman.” he grunts. “but i can, kuna. that’s what you fail to realize.” you tut, standing up to walk away.

one of his four arms wraps around your waist, throwing you back on the soft surface. "you're not going through with this." he growls in your ear, crawling go top of you.

how dare you even think such a thing? you were his woman, his twin flame. you were the only person he showed the littlest respect to and you decide to do some foolery like this.

he tugs your shirt over your head, your bra coming next. his rough hands slide over your chest. "such beauty..." he whispers. "i'll make sure you never think of this again.

KENTO NANAMI (it was on accident)

his job was taking him away from you. between being a jujutsu sorcerer and a businessman, he couldn't find time to be a partner for you.

due to the lack of attention you were receiving, you became sexually pent up, having the urge to pleasure yourself at the worst times. the feeling of neglect was creeping up on you. some days, you forgot nanami even lived with you.

"love, i'm home." nanami tugs off his tie, tossing it to the side. "i don't know how long i can take of this." he rubs his temples, deeply sighing as he led himself to your shared bedroom. before his hand touched the cold metal knob, he heard your muffled moans and the squelching of your cunt.

he slowly opens the door, peeking in the room before fully entering. "it seems i've neglected you." he watches as you quickly cover yourself as if he hasn't seen you naked many times. he unbuttons the top of his shirt as he saunters to the edge of the bed, removing the covers off you.

"seems like i have some things to make up for."

CHOSO KAMO (not even a day)

"please." he whines, his head resting on your lap as he looks up at you. ever since you shared your first time with choso, he's been going at it with you like rabid dogs. if he wasn't inside you, his head was squished in between his thighs.

"choso, i need a break." you sigh, trying to remove him from off you. his grip on your legs was tight as he put his face in between your thighs, shaking his head. he was acting like he couldn't survive without your cunt somehow being involved.

"i swear, i'll leave you alone after. just please," he whined. you couldn't resist him for much longer. you hated when he got all whiny like a baby. he was spoiled because of you.

"fine." you undo the tie of your sweatpants before his hands swatted yours away, tugging your pants and panties off. "i promised you." he kisses your inner thigh before his tongue began flicking away.

TOJI FUSHIGURO (mans was balls deep in you the second you said it)

"you really think so?" he darkly chuckles, rubbing himself on you. "toji, i'm sorry. please." you whine, wiggling your ass on his cock. "i don't think you are." he teases, stepping away from you.

you whine, following him. "it was a joke." you press your hand on his chest. "did i laugh?" he tilts his head, smirking at you. you sigh, "toji, i'm sorry." you press yourself against him, your chest touching his.

"fuck." you knew he couldn't resist the feeling of your chest on him. it was like heaven to him. "turn around." he grunts, gripping your hips to turn you around, bending you over.

he easily slid inside of you due to how wet you got over time. "don't say stuff you don't mean, baby." he laughs, thrusting into your backside. it was worth it.

GETO SUGURU (you gave in after implementing it)

you wanted to test geto's limits, giving him an extra nnn moment which made you realize something. it was always you initiating sex. "geto, please. i give up." you whine, following him around the house.

he chuckles, "everyone must deal with their consequences, my love." he turns to you. he plastered a sinister smile, taunting you. he saw how much you needed him but he wasn't caving in until he heard you say it.

"i'll do anything. my hand isn't even working anymore." you simper. it was starting to become frustrating seeing how calm he was about all of this as you were suffering.

"i need you! is that what you wanted to hear?" you shout, earning a grin from him. he walks closer to you, his finger tracing your jawline, "why didn't you say that sooner, love?" he chuckles.

[thatoneluckybee]

BEE

BECAUSE OF YOU IM GOING TO BE SPENDING MY WHOLE SUMMER THIS YEAR READING WEBTOONS.

AHFWISBVYUGEDVBGHYJFHUKAYGFCDRSEDTGYUKHYGTFCYDTRXECGVYBUHJNL

HOW DO YOU THINK I SPENT MY WHOLE SUMMER?

[monamipencil]

— debauched | ft. stepbro! mingyu

⋆ pairings; mingyu x fem! reader ⋆ genre; smut ⋆ w.c; 4.5k+ ⋆ warnings; stepbrother! mingyu, gyu wears glasses (yes this is a warning), debauchery, oral (f.receiving), mate press, raw sex, creampie, dubcon, fucking while parents are in the room, fingering, handjob, pussy slapping, jealousy, mingyu is kinda toxic, panty stealing, somnophilia, spitting kink, exhibitionism, doggy, choking, public indecency, mentions of food ⋆ a/n; im so sorry for this monstrosity. i was possessed and i refuse to do damage control �� (thanks to @miabebe for assisting my lunacy and giving me ideas lol.)

“fuck, you can't do this to me.”

“i can't do what to you?” you question your step-brother as he follows you into the bathroom. you don't mind it and grab your toothbrush and the paste.

“this,” he gestures towards you, more specifically the nightwear you're wearing. a cute cropped tank top with a matching pair of underwear. it's patterned with little flower prints and lined with lace.

“i'm not doing anything. not my fault you're a horn dog.”

you don't entertain him any more and brush your teeth. and neither does he, opting to grind himself on you. his hard-on presses on your ass and his hands wander all over you, skating over your skin with experienced expertise.

you give into his wishes and bend over a bit while going on with your night routine. his calloused hands slip under your top, and squeeze your tits. your nipples pebble under his touch, complying to his wishes just the same. he pinches the buds with urgency, just the way his hips grind on yours.

without much reaction, you continue brushing. but your body is growing hot with every second, and the need to have him inside you is insatiable. you wish your dad never married his mom for various reasons, and this is one of them.

“y'smell so good.” he slurs, sniffing your neck like a hound dog. his tongue traces your jugular, tasting your sweet perspiration. one of his hands travel down south, toying with hem of your panty—

knock, knock.

mingyu throws himself off you, startled by whomever was on the outside.

“honey, are you in there?” your dad's voice resonates through the door and you give him a gargled ‘yes.’ he wishes you a good night and walks off.

mingyu takes it as a cue to use the other door, connected to his bedroom and enters it. through the closed door, you hear dad checking upon him before he walks away again.

with a sigh, you rinse your mouth. and an examination of your panty reveals a soaked patch staining it. with annoyance and longing in the mix, you discard the cloth into the laundry hamper.

[ ... ]

the creak of the floorboards stir you awake and your eyes fall on a figure standing in front of you. startled, you turn on the lights and scramble to protect yourself.

only to be met with the sight of mingyu, holding your panty to his nose as he squeezes himself through his grey sweatpants. the outline of his cock is visible through the cloth. your mouth salivates and your eyes snap up to his. his dark eyes look down at you through his glasses, the depravity of his thoughts seen through his gaze.

mingyu doesn't say anything and hooks his hand underneath your knees and pulls you to the edge of the bed. in one swift go, your panties are gone, causing you to yelp in surprise. feeling shy with the sudden exposure, you close your legs.

he moves to your wardrobe, quickly retrieving a tie from there.

“gyu, no.” you warn but he doesn't listen. despite your protests, he ties up your hands behind your back. you sigh in defeat, “but you should stop when i tell you to.”

“i know.” his deep voice sends a frenzy in your stomach and your legs part on their own.

he licks your lips, invading them with ease. his boner prods your thighs as he makes out with you. you cant your hips, chasing some of that delicious friction. mingyu tuts in response and looks down to where you're desperately grinding against him.

he descends down, skating his lips and teeth over the skin of your neck and torso. warm breath greets your sensitive skin that's coated with arousal. he kisses the plump flesh of your thighs, ghosting his canines over them.

he slowly reaches your core and gives it a kitten lick. you whine, and buck your hips up. flame licks your skin and the lewdness of the situation makes you desperate.

when his lips meet your cunt, it's unexpected. a loud gasp tears from your lips at the force of it. he places an open mouth kiss to your heat and his hands force your legs as apart as possible.

his tongue glides over your cunt, licking up your arousal. it's nothing soft or sweet, only rough and desperate. he sucks and slurps on your whole, sending waves of pleasure through your body. he shakes his head side to side, tongue prodding at your folds.

it's impossible to contain your moans but you try your best. the cold plastic of his glasses kiss your skin whenever you try to close your legs. he eats you out like a starved dog.

your hole clenches around nothing and mingyu fills it with his tongue. he pushes his tongue in and out of you, the wet sounds of which fills the room. the sensation causes your hips to buck up into his face.

“ah!” you moan, loudly. you just don't find it in yourself to care anymore when he thumbs your clit. he pulls away, a string of spit connecting his lips to your cunt. you look down to find him staring at you over his fogged up glasses. it slid down, letting you see his eyes uncovered.

he spits on your cunt, the warm glob drips down your folds as he maintains eye contact with you. he licks up a large stripe, savoring your taste on his tongue. his tongue prods at your hole again and he fills you up. but this time, it's slower.

your gummy walls clench around his tongue, overstimulated by his thumb on your clit. your moans echo through the room again and a knot builds in your stomach. mingyu picks up his pace, returning to slurping your cunt.

the knot gets tighter and tighter, till it breaks, leaving you a babbling and trembling mess. you black out from the intensity of the orgasm and your moans cease.

mingyu licks up your climax, not wasting a drop of it. with a final kiss to your clit, he pulls away. as much as he wants to split you open on his cock now, he can't. he respects your wishes but that doesn't stop him from leaving a present for you.

he pumps his twitching cock to the sight of you. it doesn't even take a minute till he's moaning your name and spilling his seed on your thighs and stomach. he wants to finish inside you and see his load spill out of your pretty lips but he decides it for another day.

squelch.

you shift.

more wet squelches resonate from beneath the blanket you're sharing with your stepbrother. your lips shudder as you release a sharp breath.

a family movie night. it was what it was supposed to be. that is, till your parents fell asleep and mingyu sneaked his hand inside your shorts as you both sit on the couch.

two of his fingers are buried up to the hilt in your cunt, slowly drilling in and out of you. but it isn't enough and you want more, need more. your hands venture to find his cock beneath his pants. he simply spares you a glance before focusing on the movie again.

with a cautious glance to your dad and his mom, you tilt your head, pressing small kisses to his neck. his adam's apple bobs when you lick the column of his throat.

your hand finds his hardness beneath his underwear. wrapping your hand around the base, you pump him slowly. when your hand glides up to his tip, you rub your thumb over it, smearing the pre cum all over. a low hiss fills your ear and you smirk as he bucks into your hand.

you continue to kiss and bite his tan skin. his breathing turns sporadic, abdomen clenching with restraint. you're caught off-guard when he picks up his pace and curls his fingers against your sweet spot. you gasp, and clench around him.

“look at the tv.” he teethes your earlobe, hot breath ghosting over your neck. goosebumps prickle all over your skin when his canines brush against your skin.

“you both still awake?” the voice startles you and you try to remove your hand from beneath his pants but mingyu stops you. he wraps his other hand over yours, and guides in pumping his cock.

“yeah, we're gonna finish it.” he answers his mom who searches for her glasses while mingyu adjusts the blanket. when she puts it on, everything seems fine and well. she smiles at you both and wakes up your father to move him to the bedroom.

all while mingyu's jerking himself off with your hand and curling his fingers against your sweet spot. she wishes a goodnight, and you respond in unison. the moment her bedroom door locks, he pulls the blanket off.

your clothes along with his joins the blanket on the couch. he relaxes on the couch and makes you straddle him. his cock pokes your cunt, twitching with need. his hands perch on your hips as he guides you slowly down his cock.

“fuck,” he groans, seeing his cock disappear into your cunt.

you take purchase on his shoulders while preparing to ride him. broken moans fall from his lips as you start to bounce. his hands slide down to your ass, and he gropes and massages them.

in a hope to tone down his moans, he connects his lips to yours. tongue meets tongue as your moans mix together, creating a lewd symphony. your thighs slap against his and your arousal drips down his cock to his balls.

his cock splits you open deliciously. the swollen tip hits all the right spots with precision. he fits perfectly with you, like two puzzle pieces. the kiss turns sloppy and messy. your tongue glides over his and your spit mixes with his. you taste his lewd noises on your tongue, a fuel to ride him with more energy.

your pulse beats in your cunt, and you're clenching around him in no time. mingyu does his best and meets your hips with urgency. his lips wrap around your pebbled nipple, sucking with a fervor.

soon, only his hips are moving as he holds you still against him. his strong arms wrap around you, hips drilling into yours every millisecond. but his thighs tremble, giving away his approaching orgasm.

his movements turn sloppy and his moans louder. awareness seeps into your mind when you realise you both could be caught easily. somehow, it only arouses you further. you move against him desperately, feeling his cock kiss all the right places.

you grind against him, chasing friction. sensing your neediness, he slips his hand between your bodies. his thumb circles your clit and he takes your nipple into his mouth again. your nerves fire up, overwhelmed by the attention on your body.

your cunt clenches around his twitching cock. he whines your name with more urgency and you do the same. “fuck, mingyu.”

the orgasm washes over you with an intensity that makes you quiver in his hold. with you wildly clenching around him, he meets his climax as well. he doesn't pull out and warm ribbons of cum spill inside you.

“mingyu!” you gasp in shock but he shushes you with a kiss. his tongue slips past your lips, eager to suck on yours. he holds you still and empties his load inside you. your initial protest melts away as lust seeps into your skin again.

you feel so dirty but so, so good.

mingyu shuts the tv off and picks up the clothes, all while staying inside you. a surprised gasp falls from your lips when he picks you up and walks to his room. there, you fall asleep in his arms with his cock still buried deep inside you.

mingyu's vision turns green when he sees you laughing and chatting with your guy ‘friend.’ since when did you invite your guy friends to dinners at home?

he makes sure that he does not like that guy. didn't even bother learning his name. a seat draws abruptly and four pairs of eyes settle on mingyu. “dessert anyone?”

all except your dad agrees. “wait, take your sister with you. i don't want any broken dishes tonight.”

he doesn't spare you a glance and walks to the pantry. you follow him to choose whatever fits your appetite. maybe, you should've known better than to stay in a room alone with mingyu.

the moment the pantry door is shut, he's all over you.

“mingyu—stop, others are out there.” you gasp, feeling him shift his entire weight on you.

a low scoff resonates from his chest, “you didn't care about others during our parent's wedding.”

the recall of the memory sets your nerves on fire. fuck. of course, he pulled that card.

there's no use in resisting him. especially when your body is screaming at you to submit to him. his hands itch to tear off the pretty dress you're wearing, but he decided against it.

instead, he lifts up your dress and yanks down your pretty matching underwear. a condescending chuckle resonates from his throat, “you sure you just brought him over for dinner?”

his eyes turn a shade deeper when a thought strikes him.

“or, did you already fuck him?”

his tone sends a wave of arousal through your body. you felt like a prey being cornered by a predator. his gaze is animalistic as he looks down at you, his glasses slipping off his nose once again.

“no, no! we didn't-i didn'—”

you're cut off when he slots his lips on yours. that alone is enough to elicit a moan from you. “good girl,”

he backs away from you but keeps his hand under your dress, slowly hiking it up further till your glistening pussy greets his eyes. a sadistic grin stretches on his lips as he watches arousal drip from your cunt.

he collects the fluid and smears them on your cheeks and lips, earning a whine from you.

“mingyu, they'll be suspicious if we're gone for too long.”

“and?”

a sharp sting shoots through your core. it takes some seconds for you to realise that he slapped your cunt. your jaw falls slack in shock but mingyu isn't deterred. he looks at you with hooded eyes as he delivers another slap to your cunt.

you're embarrassingly wet now and it drips down your thighs. mingyu licks his fingers before slapping your core again. a few more slaps has you whining and trembling. your cunt only gets more and more wet with each slap.

“you,” slap,

“are,” slap,

“mine.” slap.

he pokes his cheek with his tongue when you don't respond. a tut from his lips brings you back from euphoria and you stare at him with wide eyes. he roughly yanks you closer, one hand on the small of your back while another squeezes your cheek together.

you whine, more needy than ever. he shushes you, brushing his thumb over your lip. “it's ok, i can forgi—”

“spit in my mouth.”

he takes a few seconds to decipher what you said, so you repeat it. with more desperation. “mingyuu, spit in my mouth. please!”

smugness fills his veins, and he's more than happy to oblige. he collects his saliva and spits it in your mouth when you push your tongue out with your eyes rolled back.

but your bliss is cut short when he places some dessert in your hand, nodding at you to go back. “and, i'm keeping this.” he pockets your panty and follows behind you.

your hand clasps the knob when he delivers a sharp slap to your ass. “fast. you wanna get caught or somethin’?”

you were more than confused when mingyu sent a text that your ‘guy friend’ was waiting at home for you. given that, it's been a week since that dinner incident and you haven't even spoken to your friend since then.

but, you're not confused anymore. not when mingyu has you on all fours, pounding your cunt as your ‘friend’ watches.

your wanton moans sync with the lewd skin slaps. his hands perch on your hips, maneuvering your body to his needs. heavy balls slap against your clit, providing you the utmost pleasure.

the fact that someone else is witnessing this debauchery doesn't bother you. in fact, it arouses you and floods your cunt with wetness. and because your parents are out of town, it gives you the freedom to be as loud as you can.

you arch your back, leaning into all of his touches. his hand ascends to your neck, fingers hooking into your hair. you yelp when he tugs on it, the sharp sting is delicious through your lust haze and you moan louder.

he releases his grip, opting for a painless grip—his fingers wrap around your nape. the other still perches on your hips as he continues to pound you into the next dimension.

much to mingyu's amusement and annoyance, that guy's pumping his cock to the scene in front of him. with a roll of his eyes, he fucks your harder, with more force in his thrusts.

his movements are fluid. anyone can tell that this isn't a first for you both, that you've fucked multiple times before. he lands a slap on your ass, groping and spreading your cheeks.

even though, he's been fucking you straight for the past twenty minutes, he doesn't feel his climax anywhere near. so he arches your back and puts you in a chokehold. his biceps tighten around your neck, veins visible and pulsing with adrenaline.

“fuck! fuck! mingyu, please—” loud, lewd moans fill his ears and he savors each syllable that falls from your lips. it pushes him to fuck you harder and harder, till you completely fall apart in his arms. till your mind melts, and all you can remember is him. only him.

you scream, the orgasm washing over you unexpectedly. you tremble in his hold, sensitive from your climax. but mingyu isn't done. he pushes you onto the mattress and you grip the duvet with the energy left in you.

mingyu abuses your hole, thrusting sharply as his orgasm creeps closer. his balls slap against your clit, aiding in your overstimulation. with another sharp thrust, he cums inside you. a loud groan rumbles from his chest, letting the voyeur in your room know that he's reached his climax.

he pulls out and with that, his load also spills out. mingyu falls on the bed next to you, heaving for breath. another moan resonates in the room, and he lifts his head to look at the guy with a raised eyebrow. ah, right.

with a grin, mingyu walks towards him. although he's smiling, it's anything but friendly.

“listen, if any of this gets out—”

their conversation falls out of your earshot when your stepbrother starts whispering into his ears. but it isn't a mystery that he's threatening him. you don't bother with it much and fall asleep, feeling more spent than ever.

a memory plays out in your dreams, one that feels much more like the latter than the former.

[THE DAY OF YOUR PARENT'S WEDDING]

you groan out of annoyance and scream into your hands. nothing seems to be working your way today.

the heater doesn't work. your dad is marrying someone else, just six months after the divorce. your cereals were soggy. and, now you can't zip your fucking bridesmaid dress.

a knock on the door refocuses your attention. through the mirror, you see mingyu standing near the door. embarrassment shoots through your veins but you feign a smile and turn to look at him. before both of you can exchange words, his mother comes up.

“hi dear! oh, you look absolutely lovely.” she smiles at you, a genuine one. but you don't feel it in you to reciprocate it. you muster up your best smile and thank her, telling her the same.

“aww, thank you. oh, right! mingyu here said that he wanted to speak with you.”

your heart drops down to your stomach. ah, how could you forget your soon-to-be step brother from your list of mishaps? he isn't exactly mean or nice. he just acts as if you don't exist. and it hurts, especially when you feel such an attraction towards him.

you see him protest back, spitting something along the lines of “i never said that,” it worsens your nerves. she snaps at him, giving him a glare and you a smile. your heart palpitates when his mother closes the door and locks it.

mingyu doesn't say anything, instead takes time to compose himself. meanwhile, you contemplate on how to zip up your dress without further embarra— “need help with the zipper?”

“huh? ye-yes.” well, shit.

he stalks towards you and you turn around, involuntarily. you move your hair out of the way for him. he places one of his hands on the exposed skin of your neck and the other zips up your dress, albeit slowly.

and you swear on god that he caresses your skin while doing so. but you sum it up to your horny brain playing tricks on you. “thank you,” you whisper, meeting his eyes through the mirror.

“you're welcome.” his deep timbre voice shoots arousal down to your core and your body raises in temperature.

he inhales sharply before muttering, “mom wants me to get along with you.”

“but i don't want to.”

it stings. more than you'd like to admit. he continues, not giving you a chance to respond. “i don't want them to marry. i suppose you don't either. and i certainly don't want to follow whatever fucking rules they say.”

his eyes are trained on you the entire time, and you maintain it. even though, your nerves are all over the place and you're trying really hard to focus on his eyes and not lips.

“we could be good friends,” he suddenly moves closer. much closer. his body presses against yours and his hands settle on your hips. his chin rests on your shoulder and he maintains eye contact through the mirror. “only, if you can obey somethings.”

that tingles your stomach and you're more than intrigued to know what he means.

“like what?”

he smirks and breaks eye contact to look at you, rather than your reflection. “like that i'd rather be your fuckbuddy than your stepbrother.”

mingyu's heart paces on its own and he prays to god that he didn't hallucinate the way you look at him sometimes. where your eyes drift and the emotion swirling behind them. his assumptions are affirmed true when you arch your back, pressing your ass against his crotch.

he tries to control his smile and maintain his image to you. which proves to be very hard when you whine so cutely, “oh, fuck me.”

the zipper he'd just done comes undone as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses all over your nape and the exposed skin of your back. he presses his hard-on against your ass, feeling his cock sink into the plush flesh of—

“you both have better made friends!”

he pushes away from you, but not before he zips your dress. he fixes his suit, and you pat down the perspiration on your face. she unlocks the door and smiles at you both.

“look at you both! aww,” she engulfs you both in a hug, and you pray to god she doesn't feel your palpitating heart.

[...]

the elevator dings open and whoever was on the other side lets out a surprised noise and scrambles away. but you don't give a fuck neither does mingyu.

his tongue glides over yours in a hot, deep kiss, such that your faces are obscured to anyone who can stumble upon you. the heat of his body seeps into you, driving you absolutely crazy.

the elevator dings again, the automated doors opening to the floor of your room. his hands are all over your body and so are his lips. he nibbles on your ear lobe and neck, licking the patches of red he leaves behind.

you swipe the key card with much effort and finally get in. mingyu pins you to the door as soon as you get in, grinding his hard on against your stomach. he reconnects his lips with yours, humming in content.

the bed creaks with each of his thrusts. surely, there would be complaints from the neighbors but could care less about everything else. your mind can only focus on mingyu's cock drilling in and out of you.

mingyu's addicted to the image of you writhing in pleasure, underneath him. and the bulge of his cock that appears whenever he thrusts does little to soothe aching desire.

his balls slap your ass with each heavy thrust. your breaths mingle together as he splits you open on his cock. his canines ghost over your neck, and he sinks them into your skin, wanting to see how it looks. how you'd look with his mark.

you look perfect, he thinks, absolutely drunk on the idea of making you his.

it pushes him to fuck you harder. he pushes your knees on either side of your head, drilling his cock inside you deeper and deeper. your moans turn into screams with the drive of his cock. his leaking cock is buried to the hilt, hitting your sweet, spongy spot now and then.

you lose the ability to form coherent sources. only babbles and whines fall from your lips, absolutely drunk by his cock. mingyu adds to it by reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit. the delicious friction has you mewling and canting your hips.

your nails rake his back as he continues to pound your cunt with all of his strength. that combined with the clit stimulation makes you sob and squirm underneath him. your legs quiver and toes curl. your breathing turns rapid and the knot in your abdomen gets tighter.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!”

he presses your knees further down, fucking you with much ardour. tears stream down your face and broken sobs tear from your throat. mingyu licks your tears, and stares at you, drinking the sight beneath him. his cock twitches when you look up at him, “shit.”

your hips lift off the bed and legs tremble more than ever. you gasp loudly when you cum. the orgasm crashes over you, making your body a quivering mess. you see stars and you feel as if you're not on earth anymore, as if you're in heaven. mingyu brought heaven down to you.

you only realise that he pulled out when you feel his weight on your body. his body quivers just the same as yours, breathing rapidly and consciousness in another dimension. he rolls off you, lying on the spot next to you.

warm cum decorates your abdomen and it feels so right but so wrong.

“thanks,” you blurt out, regretting it immediately. he chuckles, “for what?”

[NOW]

“everything.” you mumble in your sleep and mingyu glances at you with confusion. you mutter more things and it causes him to chuckle. he pinches your cheek and kisses it.

his hand caresses your back as he cuddles you. it somehow feels right despite the moral restrictions. but he doesn't care, not when you look so peaceful, curled up on his side.

it may be debauched, but it sure as hell is his heaven.

[crescent-blades]

A family— 

*An obstacle that hindered your progress, a barrier to your full potential. Countless trivial obligations—a family was nothing more than a weakness, it merely represented a vulnerability, a means for enemies to manipulate you. Power was the only thing that would truly matter, and nothing more.  

The demon before him was, admittedly, someone he had never encountered before. The idea of sacrificing one's strength to forge a family was completely foreign to him, contrasting sharply with his own beliefs—it was something that even left a sense of unease in his heart. Yet, as strange as it seemed to the elder, he decided to respect the young demon's decisions. 

The upper one stood quiet; a silent nod was the only thing he could offer. The decision to create a family as a lower moon was entirely his own, and he saw no reason to express any additional thoughts on the matter; it was not his place to comment; he did not have a say in it, nor did it bother him too much. After all, he came here for another purpose. He was prepared to dive straight into the task at hand, dismissing these minor concerns as he began to speak:  

"Our Lord.. has tasked me with training several lower moon demons, including you. The demon slayers.. are becoming increasingly powerful and are now capable of defeating even the more formidable demons.. with ease."   

The demon standing in front of him still had immense potential, regardless of whether he had given away his blood or not, and he could sense it. The fact that he was still so young, how he had a family, and yet managed to find his way into the 12 kizuki were already noteworthy achievements, something many demons would die for. It was no surprise that their lord held him in his favour.

With the upper demon assigned to train him, the goal was to enhance his strength so he could protect both himself and his family, as well as eliminate demon slayers more effectively. And the elder was confident in the lower moon's ability to grow even stronger.  

"Although.. we can discuss your training at a later time.. in case I may have interrupted you.."

[From @crescent-blades]

"Hmmm.."

An ominous figure looms in the distance, it's presence felt increasibly heavy, it was as if an unseen force had a relentless hold on you, making it feel as though every cell in your body was crying out in terror.

"I see.."

Six eyes watch you intently, with one pair distinctly positioned as the 'upper one.'

"So.. you must be the demon.. who trades their blood with normal humans.. for a family? How interesting.."

*A shiver of dread bolted up the smaller demon's spine from the sense of being watched, something that was relatively uncommon for him to feel in his own forest considering that despite his poor vision he could usually hear even the tiniest sounds and sense even the smallest movements. He whipped around looking for it's source and created a thin but sharp web between his hands. He spotted his superior just as the taller demon spoke.*

"Ah um...not quite humans, more so newly turned demons...but yes that would be me..."

*He felt that distinction was important to make but could understand where the line between the two was a bit muddled. He despawned his web, knowing his limits well and was well aware he couldn't intimidate the upper-moons let alone fight them if he wanted to. He then brushed aside the bangs which covered the eye that had "lower moon five" emblazoned across it. It seemed the smaller demon was as timid as he was soft-spoken, however given his notably small size and ranking as one of the weakest moons that was understandable.*

[mayb4nk]

thinking about overstim with rafe, but it’s not how you think.

warnings: MDNI 18+, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, handjobs (m receiving), praise, sub!rafe, mentions of good boy, dacryphilia if you squint, mommy kink, brief p in v, pink fuzzy handcuffs ☺️

“Shit, baby...” he groans as his hips buck into your hands. you've been teasing him for what feels like hours, your hands fast on his cock. he reaches for your hand to hopefully get you to halt. you tut, “stop it, Rafe.”as you use your free hand to grab his, pinning it to his side as his hips stutter.

Rafe had made you mad that day. you and he went on a date, and you saw how his eyes lingered on the waitress's skirt for too long, practically undressing her with his eyes.

“please, m'sorry…”he whines, letting out breathy moans. his right hand gripping the sheets while his left rests on his head. he gasps as unshed tears rest in his eyes, the sight causing your pussy to throb.

who knew that you'd have the Rafe Cameron whining and whimpering on your bed, all due to a bit of overstimulation. “are you really sorry, ray?” you purr as you speed up your movements on his thick cock, the wet 'Schlick!' noises fill the room.

“yes! yes, mommy! m'sorry, plea-e-ease..!”he whimpers as his legs shake and writhe underneath you, causing you to get angry and straddle him.

“rafe, stop it.” you warn as you squeeze the tip of his cock in your hands, making him whine. you can tell he's close by his moans increasing in volume. you smirk and get him right to that point of cumming before pulling off of him, letting out a sultry chuckle as he almost yelps.

“baby, please! please stop! i'm sorry!” out, tears now falling. you shake your head letting out a hearty giggle. “no, rafe. you weren't a good boy today, remember?” you coo as you look at him, bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat.

he lets out a choked sob as your hands find his cock once again, slowly moving up and down, torturing him. his hips buck and grind into your hand, you almost feel bad. i mean, it's pathetic, really..

his fat tears still rolling down his face, back arched, hands gripping the sheets, and eyes rolling back. you decide to give in and give him what he wants, spitting on his cock and twisting your hand up and down, squeezing the tip like you know he loves.

“come on, rafe.. cum for mommy, you've earned it.” you say with a condescendingly sweet tone of voice, the one that rafe hates but won't admit the way it makes his cock twitch.

he moans loudly, jaw dropping as he cums. thick, white spurts of cum coat your hand. you're almost surprised at the amount of cum spills from his swollen, pink tip.

“ohhhh, good boy..” you mew before leaning down and licking a thick stripe up the base of his cock, gathering the cum in your mouth before swallowing. the lewd scene causes rafe to moan. “fuck, baby... y'trying to kill me?”he breathes out, chest falling up and down.

you giggle before grabbing his hands and some pink fuzzy handcuffs out of the bedside table, his eyes widen at the sight of what his sweet girl pulled out of the drawer.

you look at him with a smirk at his shocked look. “what? you think you’re done, baby?” you say before cuffing his hands to your bed frame and straddling him, sinking down on his hard cock.

‘this is gonna be a longggg night.’ he thought.

dts: @maybanksprincess (she saw it first <3)