#IM LOSING SLEEP WITH THESE CUTIES

[r0semultiverse]

Hey, what the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK??

"12 years ago"

"Open your mind!"

Ice Queen counterpart's ice cream machine is a portal???

[hanrinz]

would anyone believe i almost threw up when i finished the anime of haikyuu & then there wasnt any news back then of their comeback so i stayed up all night reading the manga 😭 UNTIL DAWN like it was a school day too & it was my first time going to school WITHOUT sleep

[n0thingbutlov3]

need you now

in which a impulsive voicemail leads to some secrets being spilled.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader. warnings/tags: angst (sorry i’m incapable of being nice lol) hurt/comfort tho!! lil bit of fluff too because i AM capable of being nice, alcohol consumption as a coping mechanism (i’m literally just a girl…) spencer and reader are broken up :( but they’re still sooo in love and it’s soo obvious so it’s fine!! (also it kind of gets fixed at the end-ish. you’ll see *evil smirk*) reader cries a lot (real) spencer is a cutie (as always) spencer and reader sleep together…no like literally, not in a funny business way, some swearing, no use of y/n!!! wc: 3k a/n: hihihi!! so this is my first fan fiction i’ve wrote and completed ever (gulp) it’s also my first time publishing one (gulp) my writing could definitely be better and so could my grammar tbh but i HOPE if you choose to read you’ll enjoy…feedback is always appreciated (plsplspls) also like requests?? if anyone’s into that—id love to write more but inspo is difficult sometimes. if there’s any spelling mistakes im sorry, eye am very tired!! it’s 5am *eye twitching* okay i’m going to sleep, gootbye IF U SAW ME EDITING THIS 5 TIMES NO U DIDNT (i’m bad at tumblr ok..)

“Hi. This is Doctor Spencer Reid. I’m not available right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can…”

His tinny voice cut off to make way for the signature beep of the beginning of a voicemail recording.

You could hang up now—you should hang up now, save yourself some dignity and go drown your sorrows in alcohol like a normal person instead of calling your ex-boyfriend.

You should, but your mouth was opening before your finger could reach the hang-up button, and…and it was a losing battle from the moment you clicked on Spencer’s icon.

“Uh—hi, it’s…it’s me.” You huffed out a sad laugh.

“So, um, I…I tried calling, but you didn’t answer so…” The static buzz of silence hummed through your ear, just inches from where you held your phone with a shaky grip. “maybe you’re on a case or out with friends, or someone else—“ You let the implication hang in the air—the thought of Spencer potentially being in a relationship bringing a lump to your throat.

You swallowed it down.

“I just…I just had an unbelievably shitty day, Spence.” You sniffed, wiping the moisture that had escaped from your eye with your sweater sleeve. “I know you’ve never read A Series of Unfortunate Events but I think I’d give those kids a run for their money.” You tried to laugh but it came out as more of a sob.

You inhaled shakily, trying to collect yourself and remember why on earth you thought it would be a good idea to call Spencer when you’d been broken up for months. Hell, you hadn’t heard from him at all since you had parted ways—except from the odd text about returning each others’ things. It was obvious he had moved on, and here you were, filling up his voicemail with blubbering messages and making references to adolescent books.

“God, sorry about this.” You breathed out a watery chuckle. “I just…didn’t want to be alone, I guess. But that’s-um-not your problem anymore, so I’m—I’m sorry. Have a nice night.” Your voice cracked and you hung up before you could start weeping down the line. You didn’t need to look even more pathetic.

You pulled your phone away from your ear, looking down at his contact photo through blurred vision. He was smiling—not the tight, closed lip smile he gave other people, but a full, bright smile that had his dimples showing. One of your hands was wrapped loosely around his neck and the other was holding your phone just far enough away to capture both of your smiles. Your head was rested on top of his shoulder, tilted just slightly to the left so your temple was brushing against his.

It felt like looking at a vintage photograph—you knew those people and their happiness existed at some point in time, but it wasn’t tangible; you couldn’t verify it was real.

When you were with Spencer, you never doubted how real it was. All you had to was look at him across the room and he’d flash you a smile identical to the one in that photo and you’d just…know.

It felt like forever ago now that you’d been on the receiving end of that grin and it killed you. So much so that before you could consider the repercussions, you were trudging through to your kitchen and grabbing the bottle of whiskey that sat unopened in your cabinet. It had been a present—from Rossi, actually. When Spencer had first introduced you to the team, the older man had given it to you as something of a welcome gift. Of course, he couldn’t have known you weren’t much of a drinker, and since you wanted to make a good impression (and because you were sure it had cost more than all the alcohol you had consumed in your life combined) you accepted it—deciding to save it for a rainy day.

You think this qualified.

You grabbed the bottle, a glass, and padded back through to your living room, slumping onto your couch. You filled your glass up a little less than halfway before gulping it down, enjoying the burn in your throat—it was better than the constant thickness.

You poured yourself another glass before turning on the TV. You weren’t sure what was playing—it didn’t really matter anyway, your vision was already being obscured by tears again.

You thought the pounding was in your head at first—serves you right for drinking half a bottle of whiskey. Only, it wasn’t, because moments later the pounding subsided and instead, your apartment door was opening, casting your pitch-black living room in a yellow glow which temporarily blinded you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, your mind hazy—again, serves you right for drinking half a bottle of whiskey. Someone was calling your name, but there was too much sensory input for you to make out who.

You certainly hoped it wasn’t a paramedic—maybe your neighbour had heard you sobbing for the last four hours and decided you needed a wellness check. Then there were hands on your face, and that had you flicking your eyes open, because you recognised those hands—impossibly soft, with a callus on his trigger finger being the only thing to mar them. Spencer.

“Spencer?” You slurred.

He sighed in exasperation (or relief) and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Are you alright? You weren’t answering your phone, I thought…” He trailed off, worry evident in his voice.

You sat up then, trying to compose yourself even though the room was spinning. Fucking whiskey. You rubbed your eyes haphazardly, blinking until you could finally see.

You should’ve stayed bleary-eyed. Because nothing could prepare you for the way your breath hitched when you finally saw him. After months of not seeing each other, Spencer was here, sitting on your couch, and he was looking at you like you were something fragile, and—God, you needed another drink. You turned away from him, reaching for the neck of the bottle as you spoke.

“I’m fine.”

Before you could lift it up, Spencer gently pried your hand away from the bottle with his own, and then slid it across the coffee table with his other.

“You’re drunk. No more of that, please.” His tone wasn’t unkind, but he left no room to argue. You probably would’ve objected anyway, if it weren’t for the way he kept his hand clasped around yours, rubbing soothing circles into your pulse point almost absentmindedly.

You glanced up to him—to stop yourself from staring at your hand in his and how natural it felt, more than anything—but that proved to be a mistake too, because he looked just as beautiful as thirty seconds prior and it felt just as natural for him to be sitting next to you on your sofa, but it wasn’t natural anymore.

“How did you get in?”

“My key.”

“Oh.”

Right. The key that he still had because you refused to meet up with him to let him return it. He tried for weeks to contact you, but you ignored him, because getting the key back meant things were finally over. You supposed he could return it now—maybe that’s why he came in the first place.

“Why did you come?” You asked, your voice impossibly small.

“You called.” He replied—as though he was talking about something as simple as the weather. You call and I come.

You searched in his eyes for any sign of a lie, but of course, there was none. He was being completely genuine—as always. You were the awful ex-girlfriend who left concerning voicemails on his phone and had him travelling to your apartment in the middle of the night only for him to look completely okay with the situation—like there was nothing he’d rather be doing than making sure you were safe.

You couldn’t help the way tears sprung to your eyes or your lip began to tremble as you lolled your head back onto the couch, pulling your gaze away from his.

“Angel, what’s wrong?”

You liked to consider yourself to be a strong person. You had been through things in your life that were objectively worse than your breakup with Spencer, but something about the gentleness of his tone and the way he had let one of his many (past) petnames for you slip had your throat tightening and you ducked your head into your one hand—the other still seized by Spencer’s—to try and muffle a sob.

“Hey,” He trailed his hand that was wrapped around yours up your arm, all the way to your shoulder blade before lightly guiding you towards him. You don’t have enough energy in you to fight his magnetic pull, so you shuffle over until you can bury your head into his shirt. You inhale his scent; vanilla, neroli, and so him it makes you ache.

Stopping your tears is futile—you’d know, they’d barely ceased all night—so you just let them fall, seeping into Spencer’s tie as he rubs one hand softly up and down your back, the other cradling the crown of your head.

His breathing is quiet and slow—the exact opposite of yours—and you try to imitate it—forcing air into your lungs. When your sobbing has turned to shaky breathing and the occasional sniffle, he speaks up.

“Do you want to talk?”

Talk about what? About what had happened today—what had led you to calling him? Talk about how for the last few months, he had been the only person you had wanted to call?

“No.” You hated how pitiful you sounded.

“Okay.”

Spencer didn’t say anything else for a minute—your synchronised breathing being the only thing to stop the room from falling into dead silence.

“You need to rehydrate.” He murmured, smoothing down your hair.

You hummed into him, in no hurry to unwrap yourself from his body. You probably wouldn’t get to be this close to him again, after all.

He moved both of his hands to your biceps, pulling you back slightly so you could look at him. He knitted his brows together in a silent plea which had you rolling your eyes petulantly, your lashes still damp from tears.

“Fine.” You peeled yourself off of him, pushing yourself into a standing position. Horrible mistake. You were still incredibly drunk, turns out, and everything was spinning a little bit and come to think of it, you were also nauseous and—

“Careful, lovely.” Spencer placed his hand firmly on the small of your back, keeping you upright.

and—actually, you were fine now.

He stood too, moving his hand just slightly over to your waist so he could guide you to the kitchen. When he knew you could stand upright—even if you were relying mostly on the counter behind you—he grabbed a glass from your cabinet, moving around effortlessly to pour you some water. The sight was so domestic you almost wanted to cry again. Maybe in some alternate timeline, where you and him could’ve worked, this would be an every day thing—minus the drunk sobbing part, of course.

He handed you the glass of water, watching as you took a few sips. He raised an eyebrow, nodding his head slowly.

“Whole thing, please.”

You let out an exasperated (affectionate) sigh and gulped the rest of it down, setting it on the counter behind you.

“Happy?”

“Very.”

You smirked, trailing your gaze down his body. He was still in his work clothes which, at the very least, meant he wasn’t on a date before he came here. He always changed before dates—well, for you, anyway. You wondered if he had been on any dates since the breakup—you certainly hadn’t. It had been long enough now that it wouldn’t be weird for you to start seeing other people—but you didn’t want to. You weren’t sure you’d ever want to, to be completely honest.

The more you thought about it, the more the whole thing seemed stupid. You didn’t want anyone else, you wanted Spencer. You had tried to get over him but if tonight was any indication—it clearly wasn’t working. You can’t even remember why you broke up in the first place—it all seemed so insignificant now. No amount of pain you had ever experienced in your relationship had come close to that of living without him.

You met his eyes once more and it was like he could see the question brewing. He tried to stop you, calling your name in a quiet warning, but you ignored him.

“Why did we break up?”

He frowned, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth with his tongue in that maddening way he did.

“I—you know why—“

“No, but I don’t! I know things were difficult sometimes but that doesn’t mean it didn’t work. It worked—we worked.” Your eyes were stinging again.

Spencer pressed his index and middle finger into his eye, furrowing his brows.

“I know, I know we worked, angel—but you were sad all the time, remember? I was gone so often and it wasn’t good for you.” His true emotions were indecipherable but his tone was soft, and you wished you could be as calm about this as him. Did he just not care as much as you did?

“But It’s—It’s worse now—“ You choked out, tears falling freely now. “I was sad when you were gone, but you always came back—you don’t come back anymore.”

Spencer removed his hand from his face, flexing it at his side like he was uncertain what to do with himself before taking a stride towards you. He brought a hand to your face, wiping the tears from under your eyes delicately—like you were made of porcelain.

“Listen, sweetheart—alcohol affects your ability to regulate your emotions and I know right now it might feel worse but that doesn’t mean it always—“

“Spencer, stop! It’s not the fucking alcohol, I miss you! I miss you all of the time! Even—even when I’m having a good day—I still want you—and especially when I—when I have a bad day—“ You choked out through heaving breaths.

“Breathe.” He urges, cupping your cheek. And you’re so, so angry, and sad, and tired that you have no choice but to shut up and listen to him. When you’ve adequately calmed down, he moves his hand to your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him.

“I don’t think we should talk about this tonight but I—“ You open your mouth to protest.

“I promise we can talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober—if you still want to.”

Your lip trembles of its own volition and you frown.

“Of course I want to.”

“Okay,”

“Okay.”

He gives your eyes a final wipe before he’s—rather unexpectedly—pulling you into a hug. You all but melt into him, your head finding its home in his sternum and your arms wrapping around his middle. He tilts his head down, kissing the top of your head—and you’re certain you can’t let this go again. You will chain him down before Spencer leaves this apartment again.

Everything is wordless from there—mostly because you’re so, so exhausted that even talking seems like too difficult a task. Spencer helps you find something more comfortable to change into and you pull out an old t-shirt of his and a pair of plaid pyjama pants you had kept here for him. I guess your keeping them ‘just in case you needed them in the future’ had come in handy, after all.

As you washed your face, Spencer snuck through to the kitchen, refilling your water and grabbing two aspirin in a not-so-subtle attempt to help the inevitable hangover you were going to have in the morning.

You caught him placing them on your bedside table and mock gasped.

“Trying to drug me in my sleep so you can make a run for it in the night?”

He grinned lazily—exhaustion creeping up on him as well.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You smiled, flopping yourself onto your bed rather ungraciously. Spencer looked at you like you were something fascinating before biting his lip, clearly deep in thought.

“What?” You let out a self-effacing little chuckle.

“I was just…wondering…if you’d like me to sleep on the couch?”

You probably should’ve been more careful in your facial expressions considering you were still broken up but your thoughts about that offer were obvious.

“No, stay.” Stay in your bed, in your apartment—stay anywhere that was close to you.

Maybe you were coming on a little too strong.

“Unless you want to, I mean—“

“No, no—I’ll stay.” Forever, preferably.

He walked around to the other side of your bed—as he had done so many times before—and sat down, pulling the covers over his legs. You mirrored his movements before flicking your bedside lamp out, turning to face him.

You were a little thankful you were so out of it, because this had the potential to be very awkward otherwise. Spencer shuffled down so that he was at eye level with you, turning to face you as well.

You just stared for a moment, committing him to memory. The moonlight had a way of highlighting all the high points of his face, and the twinkle in his eyes, and—God, you were so glad the moon existed and that Spencer was in your bed that you couldn’t help but giggle.

“What?” Spencer laughed along with you, even though he had no idea what was so funny.

“Nothing. You’re pretty.”

“You’re drunk. Go to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Why?”

“Scared you’ll be gone when I wake up—like I made it all up.”

Spencer’s smile faded then, and he looked at you with something that seemed so much like the one thing you had been willing yourself to stop doing the whole time that you’d been broken up, that it almost took your breath away.

“I won’t. I promised, didn’t I?”

You nodded.

“So there’s nothing to worry about. Now get some sleep, lovely.”

You smiled, feeling Spencer’s hand inching towards yours. He intertwined them and gave yours a squeeze.

“Just in case you make a run for it in the night.”

You chuckled, your eyelids fluttering shut. Yeah, you could make it work.

part two!

[lonigiri]

nnn drabble with riize members 🩷🩷

(eunseok, seunghan, wonbin, + anton)

(pls dni if under 18 or ageless blog)

warnings: dubcon. riize x fem!reader. no nut november (obviously). all of them have like zero self control. seunghan making fun of his members for having lack of self control. smut obviously. use of petnames. anton being a cutie patootie. erm wonbin cums against readers ass while she sleeps.

eunseok ☆

•he tries so hard to go through nnn

•he honestly gets really far like to day 28

•but he just couldnt hold himself back

•that day you were wearing your thin lounge shorts and a white low cut tank top and he couldnt help himself

“eunseok i thought you wanted to get through no nut november” he just groaned slumping over next to you. “i tried so hard but i couldnt help myself :(” he pouted and sprawled out on the bed. you knew he owed someone money.

(the rest under the cut)

wonbin ☆

•oh lord bro doesnt last more then a week

•he lacks so much basic self control

•ESPECIALLY when it comes to you

•when he told you he was participating in nnn you did not believe in him

•wether it was him loosing to you or his own fist you knew he was not gonna win

•and you were right

“please baby! i promise i wont cum!! and it doesnt count as a loss unless i cum!” he was practically- no he was begging. when i said no self control i meant it. you kept telling him over and over again no. you had made a promise to him that you wouldnt help him with losing and you planned to keep that promise, especially since there was money involved. “no wonbin, i told you i wouldnt help you with losing, if you wanna go fist yourself then go ahead but im not gonna be apart of your downfall.” he started WHINING, he was begging and pleading, saying that it wouldnt feel the same if it wasnt you. you still refused and maybe after 10 refusals he let it go. fast forward a couple hours the two of you were in bed asleep and you had woken up to some rustling. “wonbin what are you- are you kidding me right now.” you saw him trying to clean himself up quickly. you could see the awkward smile on his face. “i told you i needed you! you didnt listen!” “wonbin i swear-”

seunghan ☆

• the amount of self control this man has

• he makes it to the end with no suprise from anyone

• and he kept you satisfied throughout all of november too he didnt just ignore you to get through it

“what do the guys owe you now?” you asked the male as he laid on your thighs as you played with his hair. “we all put in like 25 bucks so im getting the pot. pretty sweet. i dont know how all of them failed. its really not that hard to control yourself.” “i dont know, with them i think half of them would fuck a door knob if it had tits.”

anton ☆

• he tried so hard

• he wanted the money so he could take you out shopping

• it was like two weeks in when he failed

• he tried to hold back so hard but he couldnt do it any longer he felt like he was gonna explode

“s..so sorry, i wanted to stay strong but i just couldnt.” he said while his length was burried into your cunt. you stroked his hair as he softly fucked you. “its okay baby, we all have our weaknesses.” you mumbled. he burried his head into the crook of your neck as he came deep into ur cunt. he really cant hold back when it comes to you, i mean could you blame him ur cunt was so warm and tight, perfect for him.

[sanemistar]

bibi, hi again! i just noticed your requests are still open! any chance you could do something with rengoku? the lack of soft kyojuro appreciation on this app is insane to me. maybe something hurt/comfort? if this is too broad, let me know, i'll try to brainstorm something! im just so desperate for sweet sweet kyojuro <3 much love!

safe and sound | kyojuro rengoku

pairing: rengoku x hashira fem!reader

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

wc: 794

warnings: brief mentions of death and blood

a/n: i love rengoku sm he's a cutie :(( he deserves more love and appreciation !! thank u for requesting and i hope u enjoy reading <3

you'd been through a tough fight with an upper moon demon all by yourself since you were the only hashira there and all your comrades were lower ranking demon slayers who were defeated by the demon. it was so long that it lasted until sunrise, but you managed to defeat it with your great talent and abilities. you were one of the strongest hashiras out there after all. however it left you severely injured that you had to be taken immediately to the butterfly estate, and it surely traumatized you. being put in a life or death situation and seeing your comrades die one by one was quite the harsh experience, you wanted to save everyone, you wanted to come back victorious without losing anyone. but it wasn't the case.

your boyfriend, kyojuro, once the news of you being transferred to the butterfly estate reached his ears he instantly dropped whatever he had in his hands and headed to where you were. he slowly walked in and sat right by your side. and there you were, eyes closed and your body was covered in bandages. he clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned white, he watched you with his heart full of concern and with a pained look all over his face.

his body flinched slightly when he heard you murmur some incoherent noises in your sleep as your eyebrows furrowed. he gently held your hand as his thumb soothingly stroked the back of your hand. kyojuro's heart shattered when a few tear drops fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, he began blaming himself for not being there on time to help you out and left you all alone.

his train of thoughts was immediately cut short when you startled him by getting up with a panicked expression on your face, wincing in pain from your injuries and panting as drops of cold sweat had formed onto your forehead. you had an awful nightmare, the horrific events of earlier replayed themselves ruthlessly and violently, the sight of the spilled crimson blood was very clear, the faces of those who died were so awfully vivid, their desperate eyes and screams haunted you.

“i-i failed… i couldn’t do anything, kyojuro. i couldn’t save anyone..” more tears continued to escape your eyes and fell onto your cheeks, a strong feeling of guilt mixed with sadness and regret took over your heart.

upon seeing you in distraught, kyojuro extended his other free arm out and rested a hand on the side of your cheek, and the moment your cold skin came into contact with the warmth of his hand you felt all your fears and worries washing away slowly.

“you tried your best, y/n. you did everything you could. you surely didn’t fail.” he tried to console you, his hand still tightly holding onto yours.

“but we have to move on, we have to keep fighting. for the sake of our lost comrades.” you nod as kyojuro slowly began wiping away your tears, his thumb gently rubbed against your cheek and you leaned into his comforting touch. the one thing you loved about your boyfriend the most was his ability to say the things you needed to hear the most at the perfect timing.

"i'm so glad you came back alive, not that i didn't trust your abilities or anything but i was so worried about you, and sorry i wasn't there to protect you, y/n. it must’ve been hard on you." his grip onto your hand began to get tighter, and the genuine concern in his voice broke your heart a little. you knew your boyfriend has a high sense of responsibility, and he'd blame himself for not doing any better in regards of your safety.

you freed your hand from kyojuro’s grip and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him so close to you to the point where it felt like your bodies were glued together. your fingers run through his fiery, blond hair. he let a heavy sigh escape his lips as he secured his arms around you, savoring your scent that he missed so much.

“don’t blame yourself, kyojuro. none of this was ever your fault.” you gently patted his back, you could feel him slowly relaxing as he rested his chin on top of your head.

“i’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again, i promise i’ll protect you with my life.” kyojuro’s oath of protection had brought a sense of comfort and relief to your heart. at this exact moment, you were very grateful for having him by your side. you always felt safe and sound around him, and he provided you with the strength you needed to overcome any hardships, so this too, shall also pass.

[ayyy-pee]

im so sad abt the end pairing in imbalance 😭 can we pls get a oneshot where sugu is a changed man and him and reader is in a established relationship? btw, i love your writing!

HAHAHAHHAHAHA nonnie, you're SO evil for this one. but okay! just for you 🤭

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐩

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Pro-skater, all around fuckboy and your casual fling of a year, Suguru has actually kept his word! A changed man, Suguru only sleeps, eats and dreams of you.

Genre: Skater AU

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Soft Suguru who is so down bad for reader, Suguru being a cutie pie, Omg actually PROTECTED SEXXX, Possessive Behavior

Suguru Art: YUD

Choso Art: @affectbitter

A/N: I didn't proofread this and it's mostly smut LMAO

“Oh fuck. Shit, baby. You’re always so tight,” the raven haired man above you groans through gritted teeth. His fingers grip your thigh, indenting the soft flesh. His mouth crashes into yours, lips slotting messily against each other as he slowly stretches your walls to accommodate his length.

“Suguru,” you whine into his mouth as he pulls his hips back slightly only to roll them forward again so he can move deeper into you. You throw your head back, moaning as your back arches, your hardened nipples pressing against his bare chest. “Oh god, Suguru.”

His lust filled eyes watch you closely as he pushes forward. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

He dips his head down, trailing kisses along your collarbone, up your neck, your jawline and cheeks until he finally gets to your ear. His tongue darts out to lick along the shell. Moaning softly, you dig your nails into his shoulders as he finally bottoms out inside of you. It’s been endless teasing from him since you got here, only giving you just enough to have you teetering on the edge, but never sending you over. The stimulation of your nipples against Suguru’s skin has your walls squeezing down on him immediately, a low hum of approval rumbling through his chest.

He releases your thigh, slipping a hand underneath the back of your neck, pulling your mouth to his. You push your hips up, grinding hard against Suguru as you seek the friction you’d been begging for for the last hour. He breaks away, brows knitting as a deep moan leaves his lips.

“Shit. You’re gonna kill me.”

You giggle, the sound soon becoming a quiet gasp as he runs his tongue down your neck to your breasts, slowly taking your nipple into his mouth as he looks up at you. His tongue laps at the hard bud, rolling it between his teeth and sucking and you whimper as he turns his attention to your other breast, repeating his ministrations. 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Suguru groans as he lifts himself up from your chest to look down at you. “Can’t wait to feel you cum for me, baby. I missed you so fucking much.”

“I missed you, too, Sugu. Please…fuck me,” you beg, slowly losing yourself to the leisurely pace he’s set for himself as he pumps into you. 

Each thrust is painfully slow. Every breath of his is harsh, ragged as he tries to keep his steady pace, stretching you over and over again. Suguru groans, bringing his lips down to yours when you wrap your legs around his waist. The new angle has him hitting your g-spot repeatedly as he fucks deeper into you. You loop your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply before you pull away to nip at his bottom lip.

Suguru whines, hips meeting yours again and again as his cock strokes along your walls, “So sexy,” he murmurs into your mouth. “And mine. All fucking mine.” The feeling of your sweat slicked bodies moving against each other has your mind reeling, has your body going into overdrive with sensation.

“All yours, baby,” you moan against his lips. After all the earlier buildup, you’re not going to last very long.

“Fuuuuck,” Suguru pulls back, bringing his lips to hover next to your ear as his hips slightly pick up speed. “You’re so perfect, baby. My girlfriend. I fucking love you.” He whispers, pulling another moan from you. His hips snap into yours, the loud smack of your bodies meeting filling the space of his bedroom.

An overwhelming heat blossoms in your core and you can feel the hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes as you feel your impending orgasm sneaking a little closer. Suguru’s hand finds yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brings your hands above your head. You squeeze his hand, he squeezes in return, romantic and tender. And then you feel it – hot tears finally falling.

“Shhh, baby. I know,” Suguru coos as he kisses along your cheeks, taking your tears away with each peck. “I love you. I love you so much. I love you.”

Suguru slows his strokes again, the intimate pace of his thrusts leaving you nearly sobbing. All his earlier teasing has you overstimulated and sensitive to every touch, every sound, every bit of affection he gives you. The heat building in your core reaches its peak, crashing over you as you come undone. 

“Sugu, I’m cumming!” You cry out, mouth falling open with a cry as your release tears through you.

“Fuck,” Suguru sighs. “So pretty when you cum on my cock like that,” he grunts, still thrusting as your walls clamp down on him, staring into your eyes as he maintains his slow pace. You can see he’s focused, likely trying not to cum right then and there, wanting to revel in the feeling of your body falling apart around him. You cling to him, your hold around his shoulders and your conjoined hands tight as he moans your name quietly.

“Just a little more,” he gasps, pumping into you. “I’m so close, baby.” 

With your legs still wrapped around his hips, you push your hips up to meet his every thrust, Suguru groaning loudly at the sensation. “Ah– shit, yes!” Suguru brings his mouth back down on yours, his tongue slipping between your lips and tangling with yours immediately. He breaks the kiss, whispering a desperate “Tell me you love me, baby,” into your mouth. 

“You know I do, Suguru,” you breathe as he rolls his hips into you. “I love you.”

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, seeking your reassurance. “You love me?”

“Yes. So much, so much. I love you, baby.”

Your words of confirmation are his undoing, his hips stuttering as he grunts, briefly snapping his hips into you faster. His own release soon washes over him, the warm feeling of him filling the condom with hot spurts of his cum overwhelming you. The hand holding yours squeezes a little harder as he moans softly, pumping his release into you.

He kisses you sweetly, untangling his hand from yours as he climbs off to lay next to you and catch his breath. Suguru pulls you to him and buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply before pressing a sweet kiss to the top of your head. 

“I love you so much,” he whispers. He snuggles closer to you, if possible. Like he never wants to let go and you can feel your heart squeeze. You tangle your fingers into his long hair. You truly love this man with everything you have.

As you toy with his tresses, you think back on your time with Suguru. All of the ups and downs, the off and on status of your situationship just a year ago where you hardly saw or spoke to each other, the time you almost dropped Suguru completely to be with someone else. You wonder what life would have been like had you chosen the other man, chosen Choso.

Would he have been as good to you as Suguru is now?

Would you have grown to love Choso the way you love Suguru?

Would you and Choso have lasted?

You can’t dwell on those questions because you never gave whatever you had with Choso a chance to come to fruition. As much as you liked him, and enjoyed your time together, you just couldn’t let Suguru go. Yes, you know that life would have likely been easier if you had told Suguru to fuck off and leave you alone a long time ago.

But he promised he would change, and he did. It started slowly, meeting for late night dinners where Suguru would spoil you with gifts and shower you with love and compliments. Many days were spent sitting and just talking. Talking about what you needed from him, why he wanted to be with you, why he wanted to change for you. You were skeptical at first. It had been a long time of being strung along and hurt. 

And though you found yourself lost once again in those pretty eyes, in his sweet words and promises, your trust still needed to be earned. 

Now you find yourself here with Suguru. Eyes closed peacefully, letting this moment between you two linger, your fingers still playing with the smooth ends of his hair. He suddenly shifts beside you, pulling you from your thoughts as the warmth he provides suddenly leaves you cold as Suguru climbs off of the bed. You sit up, watching as he runs his slender digits through his dark roots. His eyes scan the room finding his clothing scattered across his floor. He picks his pants and boxers up and slips each article on.

“You’re leaving already?” You ask, voice quiet, pouting. Suguru sighs in response. There’s no irritation in his voice, just a tinge of sadness. He peers over at you with eyes full of affection.

“You know I have to, baby…Gotta head out to pick up our dinner. You already made me late.”

You smile shyly, cheeks heating because it’s absolutely your fault. Suguru had ordered dinner before you’d even come over, but as soon as you got there, you two fell into his bed. In your defense, Suguru had had the biggest bouquet you’d ever seen delivered to your office along with a framed photo you’d taken together at Nanami and Satoru’s wedding. 

Happy anniversary, sweet girl. I love you so much! I’ll see you for dinner tonight.

-S

P.s., put this pic on your desk. You look beautiful

The gift was only made sweeter when you got to his apartment and saw that Suguru also had the picture up on his mantle. These small gestures and many apologies and the hard work Suguru has put in have added up in the bigger picture.  

“I know,” You murmur after a short pause. “But I still hate it.”

Suguru smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners as a small laugh rushes past his lips. “It’s twenty minutes, baby. I promise I’m coming right back.” He locates his shirt on the other side of the room and slips it on. “Do you want me to grab you that dessert you like?” 

You hum in response, and he moves across the space to sit back on the edge of the bed, kissing you gently once. Suguru pulls back to look into your eyes, his left hand coming up to cup your cheek. He caresses your skin softly with his thumb. “I hate leaving you even for a second…” he mutters, pouting cutely as he leans forward to press a soft kiss to your lips. He presses his forehead to yours.

Suguru has changed so much. He’s so soft, so sweet with you now. The way you’d always wanted him to be. Completely devoted to you. Even during your times joining him at the skatepark, his attention is all on you. You hate that you had to go through all you did to end up here, wish Suguru had just been a decent person from the beginning. But holding out for hope has paid off tenfold.

You hope that Choso is well. But you are certain you’ve made the right choice. Even as Suguru kisses you, pours his love into each and every peck, and you fall backwards onto the bed together, you’re positive in your decision. Even as he murmurs “fuck dinner,” against your lips and peels his shirt off before crawling back into bed with you, you know.

You know everything worked out the way it was meant to.

[cannniballcutie]

hey, cuties! baby's first post! not proofread at all i literally ripped bong before i wrote this :p

cw- obsessive choso :3, choso scares reader, choso is mean :( oral, breeding, dubcon, fem reader, icky choso. he's so nasty oml i love him.

wow im so high right now

He could feel his shoulders relaxing as soon as his car came into sight of his apartment building. He quickly found his window on the side of the building, noticing a soft, pinkish glow emanating from it. His heart swelled, almost painfully. He knew that you were within the building, in his home, and the thought of you waiting patiently for him, swaddled in the aura of his belongings, smelling of him, made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He pulled into his parking space, almost forgetting to place his foot on the brake before he put the car into park, his thoughts only focused on you. He regulated himself, before attempting to walk calmly up the sidewalk with his heart beating painfully against his ribs. He decided to take the stairs to the top floor, where you were. In his home. His space. Claimed by him. He didn’t even feel his body moving, his senses overwhelmed with your presence, the thought of your sweet face at the forefront of his mind. He reached the top, and immediately stalked down the hallway, moving like a shadow, swiftly producing his key and unlocking the door silently. He could smell your sweet scent the second he walked through the door, and he heard your voice humming softly from the kitchen. He moved noiselessly into the room with you, seeing you facing away from him, bustling over the stove. He approached you from behind, before pouncing and pulling you flush against his chest, your arms trapped by his. A strangled whimper left your mouth as his right hand groped your left tit and he teased your earlobe with his teeth. He could feel your heartbeat growing faster, and your breath increasing as you gasped. He knew you were afraid, and the thought of you being terrified of him.

God, he was a sick man.

He chuckled at your reaction, before kissing the side of your neck. “Angel..” he sighed into your hair. You relaxed immediately and began trying to turn around and make eye contact with him. 

“Choso?” you gasped, and his teeth clenched when you said his name. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry baby,” he said, spinning you around and taking you in. You wore soft sleep shorts and a thin, silky tank top under an oversized fluffy cardigan. Your eyes were wide as you peered up at him, with a look of adoration in your gaze. He delighted in how quickly you could go from being terrified of him to looking at him with so much love. You averted your gaze as he stared at you so intensely, before speaking again. “I made some dinner for us, and it’s almost ready. If you want to eat together- "Yes.” he interrupted you. “Let’s eat.”

He watched you plate two servings of rice and chicken katsu, seasoning the top of the rice with soy sauce as you asked him how his day was. “Did you do anything fun?” you smiled at him softly. He exhaled as you held out his meal, taking it from you while he leaned down to kiss you on your forehead. 

“No. But I plan to have some fun tonight.” He grinned as you pouted, before kissing your soft lips long and hard, his lips moving hungrily against yours, making you lose your breath before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Your eyes were half-lidded, drunk off his kiss as you gazed up at him lovingly. “Let’s eat,” He said hurriedly, feeling himself chubbing in his pants at your expression. You nodded silently, still looking dreamily at his face, before taking your food and following him into the living room. He set your dishes on the small table in front of the couch, before guiding you to sit next to him, nearly on his lap as he squeezed you to his side, taking advantage of his taller perspective so he could look down your tank top and leer at your squishy tits. When you situated yourself and looked up at him, he took your chin in his hand and kissed you deeply, making you close your eyes. You whimpered and turned your body to his, your cardigan slipping off of your shoulder as you pressed your front to his and placed your hands on his shoulders. Choso grabbed your hips and pulled you fully onto his lap, grinding you onto his bulge as he did so, making you whimper as you felt him through your thin sleep shorts. He groaned into your mouth, the feeling of you on top of him, working your cute little hips against his cock while you whimpered sweetly into his mouth. He knew that if he had the choice, he would never let you leave his home. He just wanted to keep you locked away, taking care of you and tending to your every whim, coming home from work to you making him dinner in his kitchen. He wanted to see your smile every day, he wanted to wake up next to you and feel the curve of your body against his own.

But of course, those weren’t his only reasons. He wanted to bend you over every surface in the home, make you squeal on his cock as you came over and over again. He wanted to wake you up every morning with his mouth on your cunt. He wanted to come home to you naked and on your knees by the front door, your mouth open as you waited for him to fuck your throat. 

But for now, making sure that you spent the night at every opportunity would have to work. As long as he kept you safe in his home and stuffed with his cum. And now you were here, grinding your clothed cunt on him while you worked your mouth desperately on his. He groped your hips before standing up suddenly, firmly grasping you by the hips as you instinctively closed your legs around his waist. His legs moved, carrying you both to his bedroom, leaving your food forgotten on the coffee table. He dropped you roughly onto the bed, making you gasp as you bounced onto it. He grasped at the hem of your cardigan, pulling it over your head as he reached for your tank top. You whined and grabbed at his wrists. 

“W-wait Cho, gimme a min-”

He disregarded you completely, pinning your wrists above your head and pulling your tank top down to expose your tits. He groped them roughly with one hand before roughly kissing you again. His cock was painfully hard in his pants as he felt your muffled moans against his lips. He turned you suddenly, forcing you onto your stomach as he pushed you further onto the bed, smushing your face into his pillows. He pulled your hips roughly into the air, arching your back as you tried pushing yourself up so you could face him. “No, need to take you from the back,” he muttered, before pushing your head back into the pillows. You whined as you felt him pulling down your shorts, exposing your panties, and leaving you almost completely naked. You tried turning your head, but his hand was still on your neck, keeping you still. You could just see his hand coming down to unbuckle his pants from the corner of your eye. You arched your back, pressing your pussy closer to his unzipped crotch. Choso groaned as he pulled himself from his pants, hissing as he stroked his head against your clothed pussy. You sunk further into the pillows as he pushed your panties to the side suddenly and sheathed himself fully into your cunt. Your legs flew up and pushed against his knees where they were firmly planted on the bed. Your mouth opened as you gasped from the sudden intrusion, the sounds coming from your mouth making his cock even harder, and he knew it would be hard to control himself if he had to keep hearing your sweet noises. He moved his hands to your shoulders, bringing you flush to his chest while his cock moved in and out of you. He groped your breasts roughly with his left hand while his right turned your head to face him as he kissed you hungrily. Your moans were swallowed by his mouth on yours as you tried to push his hand away from your sensitive tits. He groaned angrily as you tried to move his hand, before he moved his hand from your face and brought it down to your clit, rubbing it in small, hard circles. You broke the kiss with a gasp and began to buck your hips into his hand, chasing your orgasm as he moved his mouth to your neck and began to suck marks onto your soft flesh. He groaned and stilled his movements as he felt you come around his cock, staving off his orgasm. You relaxed against his chest, leaning into him as you closed your eyes. He laid you down on your stomach again, and you snuggled your face into the pillow, waiting for him to pull out and lay beside you. He relished in your gasp as he roughly lifted your hips into the air before he started pounding into you again, his speed breakneck compared to his already rough speed from earlier. Your manicured nails dug into the pillows around your head as his large hands squeezed bruises into your hips. “Choso p-please I-I can’t-” your pussy clenched as your orgasm approached rapidly. He groaned as buried himself deep inside you, hoping his seed would impregnate you as you came around his cock. He fell onto your back, pulling you onto your side so he could spoon you from behind with his hand on your stomach. “Choso, I’m all gross..” “Stay. I’ll clean you up later.” With his tongue, he thought to himself as he brought his nose to your neck, delighted in the fact that you smelled just like him.

[yourstingrey]

do you think you could write a luke x y/n friends to lovers based on too sweet by hozier? Maybe have it be a little angsty like someone tells him he’s not good enough and so he distances himself. I really love your writing and feel like you would write it beautifully.

Too Sweet Pt.1

Thank you so much for this request I loved this idea its so cutie im so sorry it took so long for me to make but hopefully Ive done it justice this one is a bit short but I kinda reallyyyyy wanted to put it into separate parts (which i swear wont take as long but it will be longer cus i gotta get that juicy angst in better!!!)

Hot.

That's all I felt as I was training, That's all I ever feel when I train with Luke. Not because he’s insanely hot himself but he has to put his all into everything even if I ask for practice with sparing. I'm crouched down a bit less like a fighter's stance as Luke has already got me winded but I try to hold up my tough gaze as he stands in front of me mirroring my stance except he's not tired at all it looks like he has even lifted a finger but this is our third go and unsurprisingly he's won every time so far. “Y/N/N are you sure you don't wanna give up? I'm not sure I can watch your face get all sad when you lose again.” He’s smirking as he talks and for a second he puts his hand on his chest to fain sadness about me. In that split second, I take the opportunity to try to tackle him to the ground. 

He lets out a surprised Oof before he hits the ground I try to grab his hands to pin them down “I'm not so sure Luke I think you be pulling your sore loser face” Of course I didn't learn from Luke as my talking got me too distracted as Luke flips us over and now he's pinning me down into the dirt. He simply smirks and does a little tilt of his head pretty much signaling id lost. He stood before holding out his hand for me to get up which I gladly took from him. “Luke, I asked for practice. I thought you were going to go a little easy… I'm gonna have to sleep early or I'm gonna be so sore.”  Discomfort on my face as I brush the dirt off my shorts and shirt “About that…” Luke says with a certain tone I've learned means ‘I'm gonna try really hard to convince you to do something you're really not gonna wanna do’ “Oh god what is it, Luke…?” A mischievous look spread across his face “Apollo kids are having a small lake party tonight and I was thinking I could take you” I let out a taut laugh before squinting my eyes playfully at him “Weren't you already out partying last night! Chris was telling me all about it!” I watched his face flush a bit as he stood there watching me talk before stammering his words “Wait- when did you see Chris today I wasn't with you??” I narrow my eyes at him a bit “This morning I went on a walk and I ran into him yknow you're not denying it soooo i'm right you did go out…?”

He gets up from leaning against a pillar to come put his arm around my shoulders and start walking out of the arena “Well yes.. But! I wasn't hanging out with my best friend so that's why I'm telling you that you gotta come out this time!” 

“Luke you're always out so much lately don't you think YOU especially should rest, oh so great swordsman!” I clasp my hands to my chest whilst looking up through my lashes at him. He lets out something between a laugh and a scoff “You know that I do this all the time you're the one who always stays cooped inside her cabin almost all day usually!” Our steps absentmindedly got slower as we approached my cabin “I don't know Luke… I promised I was going to hang out with my siblings tomorrow and if I party with you I might forget or sleep in'' He opened his mouth to rebuttal me but I quickly cut him off “And andddd! You know I don't like to drink. I'm too nervous about being caught!” 

We finally got to my cabin but I stood outside because I knew Luke wouldn't be satisfied unless I let him try to convince me one last time. “For one, You see your siblings every day you live with them. Plus I know some of your siblings are coming tonight anyway!” I go to open my mouth ready to shut him down already but before I had the chance Luke swiftly made sure to playfully cover my mouth with his hand before tsking at me and putting his finger to his lips shushing me “Ahem as I was saying YN, I'll be with you the whole time you can rely on me the whole time, just go this once for me and if you hate it I'll never force you to come again!” 

He lowered his hand from his mouth to reveal my lips in an exaggerated frown. He let out a loud laugh before huffing out what sounded like ‘Oh c'mon now’ but it fell on deaf ears as his fingers went to my sides to get me to let out a laugh (well more than just one) I laughed so hard at his relentless tickles hunching myself onto him before we heard the laughs of my sibling behind and Luke turned back into a stoic statue practically I let my laughter die awkwardly as he separated from me. Rocking back and forth on my heels I look back at him “Well okay I guess I'll think about it… but this isn't a yes okay!!” He let out a small chuckle before slowly starting to walk backwards “I’ll see you later tonight” he flipped around completely to start walking away I let out a small laugh turning away to walk to my cabin door before something dawned on me, I flip around and yell back out to him “Wait Luke how will I know where to go!!” He turns back to me putting his hands behind his head with a sort of arrogant smirk on his face 

“Don't worry about it, I am a messenger aren't I?” 

[vampirebloodie]

Little Help | Mark Hoffman x Reader

Summary: John makes Hoffman help you and he almost kills you (with pleasure)

Warning: NSFW Smut, creampie, degradation kink, puller hair

After having survived one of Jigsaw's tests after making some bad choices in life, John Kramer saw enormous potential in you due to your willpower to survive being different from anyone else tested, you had the strength of an apprentice, as well as Amanda and Lawrence. As you didn't have many things to lose, you easily accepted John's invitation to become one of his apprentices and help him with the next games, even though it was almost like signing other people's death warrants, you saw it as a job, you just don't receive any payment for it.

Amanda wasn't with you today at the factory, so it was just you who was putting together a new trap and John who was drawing some new models in a notebook. You had been making some mistakes for a few days now, which made him start keeping an eye on you to look for some good solution.

“I called Hoffman to give a little help for you. I see that you are having a lot of difficulties.”

John said, still drawing. You felt your heart stop for a few seconds after hearing that. You hated Hoffman just as he hated you too and you knew that very well, he made a point of always making it clear when you saw each other, which fortunately was rare.

"You what? Hoffman? Are you kidding me? What about Lawrence?”

Unlike Mark, Lawrence liked you and you liked him too, you always got along well and always helped each other.

“Lawrence has a family, and he's traveling with them. Amanda is not available, you stay with Hoffman, the end.”

He closed the subject there and you huffed in frustration, the hours there with the detective would be terrible.

.........

It was almost dusk, John had gone home to rest in his room while you had stayed to wait for Hoffman, sleep had consumed you and you soon dozed off on the table, only to be woken up by a loud knock on the table that almost made you have a heart attack.

“Finally! I thought that besides being stupid you were also deaf.”

You rubbed your eyes and looked up to see the devil, aka Mark, staring at you.

“Fuck you.”

“You can curse me later, cutie. We have a lot of work to do.”

He went to the other table where there was the trap that you needed to assemble but there was something wrong with the pieces, since every time you tried to fit it to your body it simply came apart and you had to do it all over again.

"Do it"

He handed the materials into your hand, but you didn't take them.

“How am i going to fix it if i don't know where im going wrong damn? i've tried several times.”

Mark took a deep breath and placed the tools on the table again, carefully picking up the trap.

“Don't be a stupid girl, just open your fucking arms.”

You ignored his rude manner and looked at him suspiciously, opening your arms, then you felt the trap being placed around your waist and your neck.

“Hey hey, what are you doing?”

You despaired for a few seconds thinking he was going to fix it and use it on you.

“I'm not going to kill you with that ugly thing you did. I need a model to be able to see the error. Unfortunately, i only have you.”

You ignored the offense and stayed quiet, he bent down a little in front of you and looked at the pieces, you held your breath when he looked at the part of your neck and ran his hand over it. You could swear he squeezed your neck on purpose.

"Thats it."

He spoke and took one of the tools, where he placed it near his neck and fixed the error that was in the support of the equipment. After that he released the trap again and removed it from his body, placing it on the table. You felt your neck tingle.

Mark ran his long fingers along your neck, where the metal had left a mark due to his grip, you tried to control your breathing when you realized how close your two faces were to each other. You looked at him again.

“Don’t look at me like that…”

"Like what?"

You tried to hide the sexual tension, turning your head, only to feel his hand pulling your face back to look at him, at his blue eyes.

“I know you don’t really hate me, do you think i don’t see you staring at me every day?”

“I stare at you and imagine myself killing you in various traps.”

You tried to finish the subject there and he laughed sarcastically.

“Oh sure. Do you know what i imagine when i look at you, Y/n?”

He got close to her ear and whispered:

“I imagine myself every day fucking that tight pussy of yours right on this table and you screaming my name.”

You closed your legs on impulse as soon as you heard that, only to see a smile appear on his face, he grabbed your hair from behind, giving a light tug making you let out a moan.

“Why don’t you make it a reality then, detective?”

"I will”

You felt his tongue invade your mouth with precision while his arms pinned you against the table, Mark held your waist and placed you sitting on the table, where this time he attacked your neck leaving some marks, your hand pulled his tie. Hoffman took off your blouse, squeezing your breasts and then removed your underwear, he took off his blazer and threw it in a random corner of the room and pushed you against the table, opening your legs, you shivered when you felt his fingers pass through your intimacy.

“You don’t know how many times i've thought of you in this position just for me.”

He squatted in front of you and removed your panties, leaving you completely exposed to him, before you could say anything you felt his tongue invading your pussy making you scream in surprise, his tongue worked so well inside you that made you roll your eyes with so much pleasure, Hoffman stuck two fingers inside you and started moving them while sucking your clit, you pulled his hair, you felt your stomach tighten.

“H-Hoffman, I...”

“No.”

He realized you were going to cum and pulled away, making you moan in frustration, he grabbed your neck and unzipped his pants, exposing his member, which made your eyes widen a little due to its large size, Mark positioned his member at your entrance and forced himself into you, the tip hitting your cervix, which made you squirm at the new sensation.

He placed both hands on your hips and began thrusting hard into you. Completely invading you with each blow. You grabbed his arms and moaned loudly. Hoffman pulled your hair and squeezed your neck, starting to choke you as the loud sound of your bodies crashing into each other filled the empty room. Your face started to turn red due to lack of air and he seemed to enjoy it.

“You look so perfect when im choking you, you fucking little slut!”

He said irritably and began to move even harder and released your neck, making you gasp for air quickly, Hoffman squeezed your waist tightly, which would probably leave marks later, the two of you moaned loudly and together. His fingers began to make quick movements on your clit, making you almost cry with pleasure.

“Be a good girl and cum for me while you scream my name, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck, Mark!!”

"Good girl!”

You screamed, cumming and feeling your legs weaken and shake, Mark grunted and soon you felt him coming apart inside you, you breathed for a few seconds before he came out inside you, watching the semen drip from your pussy, he licked his lips. Mark took you off the table and helped you get dressed again.

“It won’t change how much i hate you.”

You said and he laughed.

“Please remember to say this when i fuck you again .”

He gave two little slaps in your face and put his blazer back on.

“I'll give you a ride. Hurry up. Cmon"

You put on your boots and picked up your bag, walking alongside him, even though your legs still felt sticky to each other. God, what have you done?

[skz-haneul]

𖥟 ᭅᬻ LEARN THE ALPHABET WITH HANEUL

A is for : *talking to stay on bubble* and i can’t believe i forgot i live with 3 smelly ratty gym bros, oh yeah and hyune (context because she can say the most wildest things sometimes: she came home to rest and saw the mess 3racha made with their shoes)

B is for : *pointing at bang chan* beep beep beep person who needs sleep detected beep beep tackle him with pillows (real)

C is for : *comparing butts with han* can’t relate, my bum is the size of jupiter (she got rich problems)

D is for : *on live cooking with lee know* did you just say 127, puku puku pow po- … i couldn’t help myself im sorry (same tbf)

E is for : *trying to convince felix to play games together after sneaking into the cuties dorm at 12* esteemed companion shall we partake in a rendezvous of ludic engagement within the realm of digital entertainment (why is she fancy all of a sudden)

F is for : *dancing to whip nae nae* forget break your legs, i just broke my back (sometimes she acts like she fought in ww1)

G is for : *telling a joke* guys, what did the chicken say when it saw something amazing, daebak-bak-bak (i laughed more at the silence than the joke)

H is for : *playing games with seungmin* hey there buster, no more mr nice guy (and now she’s an american bully???)

I is for : * listening to asap by stayc with her headphones on but everyone else can hear it* i will ‘asap 내 반쪽 아니 완전 copy’ till the day i die (i think she likes asap)

J is for : *caught by talker insulting changbin after he died in a 2 player obby on roblox* just kidding. i would never call anyone a worthless flop of a human, im too hot for that (dayum girl (you are hot tho))

K is for : *greeting staff as she walks in the room* konichiwa my despacito burrito (miss worldwide fr)

L is for : *during an interview talking about her biggest pet peeves* losing should have never been invented because i do not take it very well (i sadly relate to this a lil too much)

M is for : *in an interview* my whole life has felt like a fever dream tbh (icl I burst out laughing)

N is for : *after getting a really packed schedule* news flash: im bombing the jyp building (not without me)

O is for : *game of hide and seek* opps at the end of my block (yungneulta back at it again)

P is for : *during a game of dodgeball* please stop throwing the balls at my beautiful face (the way felix tried to aim harder)

Q is for : *out with hyunjin* questionable face you got on there but ok (context again: she went to the bathroom in a restaurant and then half her burger was gone)

R is for : *english school with skz* right, 77+33=100, stay with me now, because the government- (i don’t think they’re passing)

S is for : *trying on corsets* snyatched qween *throwing poses faster than lightning* (nothing but facts)

T is for : *seungmin launching a pillow at her head* that is not very slay queen, period bestie of you seungmin (what is up with her dictionary)

U is for : *boiling eggs…* umm, minho, yknow when you told me to boil eggs, i may have burnt the water… again (the only thing i have to say is how?)

V is for : *a seagull stole her chips she was eating* vile, disgusting, yucky seagulls are the disgrace of all birds that can fly, them absolute fatties (she was buggin for the rest of that skz-codeq)

W is for : *randomly, out of the blue*why is life not getting funky anymore? (my exact question)

X is for : *on live* x-(7+95)=y“ please, abeg, go find changbin (she loves maths)

Y is for : *english school with skz pt.2* yes so the climax of the quintessential elements of the rainbow create the lyrical description of the factitous colours (like i said before, they’re all failing)

Z is for : *on skz-talker* zero amount of people called me sexy today… im sooo frickin pissed (not the white chicks reference)

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went to sleep at 4am

𓍼 ⊹ ˚. ᝢ GOD LOVES YOU 💕

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☁️ Cuddling ☁️

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3am thoughts 😴

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Aj

all day, everyday, every second. arm around you, not even thinking about stepping away when he’s next to you. plz he’s giving obsessed , like he is stuck onto you. first he’d be afraid to even hold your hand but after getting comfy, you’d lose the understanding of the word “personal space”. he’d get these random waves of needing to express his affection to you and he’d just wrap his arms around you and close his eyes not evaluating anything (you’d love it obviously)

Sharky

he’s calm. I’d say he’s more of a kissing person. like ofc he loves hugging, cuddling, etc. but his thing is definitely sprinkling you with kisses. like I know his hugs finish with kisses no matter what. BUT when it’s late at night and the two of you are watching a movie in bed, you he’d lay his head on your chest and wrap his arms around your waist, listening to your soft breathing, smiling to himself like the sweetie he is, then fall asleep like that and not even finish the movie.

Niko

yooooo this babygirl is so hugg-able YOU wouldn’t want to get off him. him just standing there in his soft hoodie, you wouldn’t be able to resist the need to come over and give him a squeeze. I said this before and I’ll say it again , Niko’s hugs are the best. his looong arms around you!? pleaase, im tearing up j thinking ab it. on top of that I’m like 99% sure he’s super tactile, like have we noticed him always tryna get onto Aj!? he needs to have someone under him 24/7 , so he’d just scoop you over and engulf you in his embrace (crying rn)

Kenny

BABYYY he needs you sm. he’s not attached but he is. you know when you hug someone and you just like feel their love and fondness? that’s kenny 100%. this smiley baby likes it when you put your arm around him randomly , he’d start grinning and giggling and you’d join him because man, he’s this tough guy who boxes but also a lil cutie when you hug him. and ofc I don’t think I even have to mention the fact that the key to his good night sleep is being the big spoon.

Chunkz

this man is on u 24/7. maybe not as much as AJ, but nevertheless he loves holding onto you, making sure you’re close and by his side, under his arm and protection. Chunkz is the type of guy to randomly come up to you and hug you from behind, lay his head on your shoulder and look at what you’re doing. he’s so lovey dovey like I can imagine j sitting with him, he’d be on his phone, you’d be on your phone and despite the two of you not talking he’d have you under his arm, like I said: making sure you’re right next to him.

[stormblessed95]

230328 Jimin Live Stream

Jimin is such a cutie and a precious soul. I'll mostly just focus on the jikook moments/comments though in this post rather than talk about everything/break things down. Not necessarily in order either, just me throwing down the major plot points in a post. Lol

Jimin started a live on his way home titled thank you. He mentioned that he noticed that JK did a live yesterday or technically the same day too since it went past midnight. Lol and that JK spent the live Watching all his videos. “I saw Jungkook-ie watched a lot of my videos yesterday hehe. Ah! a live 1h 40m long” he is so cute I swear. Lol knowing he watched JK Missing him like that 😭🥺

And then JK popped up in the comments and then proceeded to spam the chat the whole rest of the live. Lol it was ADORABLE. Here are good threads of just all his comments

The way JK asked jimin what he was thankful for and Jimins first confusion before remembering that he named his live "thank you." Lol but the way JK said it in very informal language and tone. You'd only ever speak to your hyung that way knowing it's okay and that he was okay with it. It's just consistent with them since always and speaks sooo clearly of how close they are.

The way ARMY threw JK under the bus so fast, sharing about his weverse photo change. It was only there for a minute! Lol

He can't NOT gush about them. It's so cute

Finally going to get to spend more time together after promotions are over 😭😭

No because he really said, when I'm less busy, I'm coming over asap and you will cook for me. Cook ramyeon for me. And JK just immediately gave us that "anything for you" attitude. I MELTED. I TELL YOU

The way he giggles and talks to JK while replying to his comments 😭 my heart!

Trans of the above with JKs comments added in too

It's the way he says it's been ESTABLISHED that im your fan. For me. Yes, we all know that Jungkook is Jimins BIGGEST fan and he has made it very clear. Especially with his little 100 minute live dedicated to said hyung right before this. Lmfao

And the satoori. Because it's them, talking to each other. You know they slip into that all the damn time together. And getting all informal.

And the way Jimin laughs and lightly scolds him for not sleeping when sleepy but instead dancing his choreo and being silly and JK just screams his name (informally) in the chat. Hyungs biggest fan indeed!

And the way that Jimin told us indirectly since it was really just him reassuring JK who was pouting about missing going to any of Jimins prerecorded shows with him that he had been to Jimins rehearsals so it was okay. And I'm just 😭 WE TOLD YALL that they were clearly Still spending some time together, as much as they could. And yet because they are so busy with solo promotions too, it's CLEARLY NOT ENOUGH TIME. They got too used to living in each other's pockets and still want that. Lol I love them.

And the way that Jimin all softly told us that it felt like he could hear JKs voice when reading his comments. IM GOING TO CRY. They love and miss each other SO FREAKING MUCH it's insane. These busy schedules are killer!

And ending with this person's added observations because HONESTLY YES. JK isn't the only one who indicates their closeness and intimacy with how he talks to and about Jimin.

The way K jkkrs were losing their shit yesterday. So many talk spaces titled "no, they are really dating for real" after these lives. Lmfao. Just... they way they talk to and about each other is so wonderful to get to witness every so often. I love them so much it hurts.

[mutsky]

ok here we go love sea ep 5 running commentary

-oh i love this lipstick on chanya

-mook is so silly your job isnt to buy a girl anything but here you go

-mut is such a cute little shit

-oh tongrak youre in it now

-ah yes lets go grocery shopping at the kate spade

-ok this menu is dumb as fuck its not like its in french or nothing

-my poor baby all pouty

-gottem

-theyre so cute on their little date

-vivie attentively listening to mooks complaining and letting her vent 🥹

-i love mooks outfit its so cutieful

-how many carrots do they need?

-mut taking notes from sky so cute

-no way tongrak drinks beer sorry esp not hienken hes a liquor gal

-that entire scene making me feel things just to end with mut calling rak old

-"ill take care of you till we both get old" i squealed sorry

-not love sand

-trying to get mook to relax is gargantuan task vivie has just taken on

-not writer and secretarys doms exchanging numbers

- vimook are perfect im sorry haters losing this round she lets her infodump and vent

-all that fit in one bag?

-and whats wrong with being hilly billy

-this argument is dragging

-her top is cute tho

-his little fists

-we were doing so well damn you prin

-the sleep shirt is sorta killing the vibe

-why does he have an alarm what could he possibly need to be up for at 8:59

-youre a sugar baby!! sleep in!

-we didnt need to make mook suffer if we were just going to a menswear store anyway

-to be fair you dragged him in there with no clothes so

-is rak in heels is this why their height difference seems wonky?

-which story is test love? never heard of that one i know she has 5 trillion books

-saur excited for next week

- the end credits are better every week

yipee cant wait for next week 10/10 no complaints except probably the pacing we are gonna do everything in eps 9 and 10 huh

[monkee-mobile]

I was rewatching the christmas episode and I love the part where Davy says he uses a security blanket, I know it was just thrown in to be funny but it’s actually really cute to think about. do you have any thoughts on it or similar headcanons about him?

It IS really cute!

I do have some thoughts on it. Probably many. These are going to be very disorganized and probably a bit overwritten, I warn in advance.

There was an interview that irl Davy did right before he died when he talks about needing someone there while he sleeps and I know when he was little (still real life davy) he had a “security pillow”. So I kind of stick those into my headcanon of tv show Davy sometimes. I think he likes having human contact and obviously we know the boys have zero personal space so he gets lots of it from his monkee brothers.

of course I’m a sucker for little tiny baby davy because he’s totally a spoiled brat toddler sometimes and he’s a fricken cutie whether i like it or not but i have some little thoughts that go more along the lines with that as well as contributing to him needing human contact I guess.

throughout the show when davy gets scared he tends to cling onto people (see clinging onto mike’s arm in the adorable monkee bed, or clinging onto micky’s arm when they think peter falls off that balcony in some video for a song that I can’t think of right now. maybe for pete’s sake?) or he jumps into someone’s arms and they carry him away, or he calls for out for Mike (see the circus episode when the guy starts throwing knives at him. like honey, what is mike gonna do? he’s a skinny little scarecrow man. michael tries his best.) OR he gets all jumpy and overstimulated and then devolves into nervous little giggles (see the wild monkees episode when he thinks the biker is gonna kill him but it turns out she’s a girl and starts kissing him and he’s nervously laughing and she can barely hold onto him. he’s definitely panicky and overstimulated there.)

but basically i think that when davy’s scared, he kind of just turns into a kid in certain ways. He wants the security of someone there to take care of him. he’s all bark no bite. he acts all tough because he probably grew up needing to act tough or else he’d get picked on for being small, but now he’s got his friends to help him and i think it allows him to feel safer and to be able to rely on others more.

This connects a bit to another portion of davy’s real life that I connect into the show headcanon even though it’s clearly not meant to be within the written show. real life Davy lost his mom when he was young, and I sometimes think about the implications of if that had happened to davy in the show even though show davy has probably honestly never felt any real pain in his life. in certain ways I think that could be a reason he wants that security in the show, if he lost his mom.

I think this is a reason he clings onto mike, who’s very obviously the “protector” of the group (he’s their mama hen!! and they’re his little baby chicks following him around!! but i digress…) and mike has become a bit of a surrogate mom for Davy, and gives him what he lost as a kid losing his mom so young.

THIS IS SO SO LONG SO FAR IM SORRY

but mike being a mama to the boys, especially to peter and davy because i think micky’s more older brother type and they’re more of the “little ones” (don’t get me started on peter’s connections to mike. they run deep and peter is very much a very complicated kid in certain ways. he needs a lot of love and has deep down a fear of abandonment that i don’t think he even realizes he has, and mike is trying to help him through it. davy also helps with peter. they all help with peter, peter is so loved. anyway this is not about peter). Mike being the mama is so important to me and I love it so much and im gonna ramble about it so im sorry in advance (the monkees cuddling and making each other feel safe is so very important to me. they’re just my warm squishy comfort characters and i project everything onto them)

I made a post i think on my main blog about all of the monkees using mike’s big hands to stim with (people put davy as the “neurotypical one” but i don’t think he is. idk what he kind of neurodivergent he is but he’s something, he just conceals stuff well. i don’t even think he realizes or may ever realize. this is the 1960s we’re talking about) but I touched briefly upon my thoughts that davy just lets out his toddler energy when him and mike are on the couch and he just plops down in mike’s lap and grabs mike’s hands and occasionally bites them, but also grabbing his fingers and straightening them and stuff and making mike clap and things. Mike is just used to this at this point (davy is spoiled. don’t tell davy. he’ll deny it.) but sometimes it can be too much and I think mike has to set some boundaries about how much he can handle as a “mom” at points and Davy listens. In some of my thoughts I think Davy and Mike have known each other the longest (they just have that easy groove, i don’t know) and I think they’re able to talk well so mike can communicate if it’s just too much for him and davy’ll listen.

also Davy totally just parks himself in mike’s lap a lot and clings onto his shirt and just sits. Sometimes he just needs a nap or something and mike is warm and comfortable and davy knows he’s loved. The monkees full-group cuddle position on the couch watching the television is often peter and micky on either side of mike (pete sometimes sits on mikes lap but he’s a bit heavy and davy has a tendency to kick him off of it. davy be nice!). and davy on mikes lap and they’re all very sweet and nice and i love them.

i keep getting more and more thoughts im sorry…

one more thing i guess. davy wishes mike could pick him up. hes like a little purse dog and sort of internally wishes to be able to just be carried around on someone’s hip all the time. Mike has tried but it hurts his back. micky can do this a bit but davys just too heavy for him and he can hold him better carrying him “bridal” style like he does when davy gets scared in the show. peter is the only one who can really pick Davy up on his hip because he just doesn’t realize davys heavy because monkee logic, and davy is very startled by this at first because peter can just scoop him up and carry him around.

okay. that’s all. i’m gonna leave it at that. this post is so long, i apologize dearly. but i have many many thoughts so thank you for the ask anon!

[osarina]

I've already said this but it frankly can't be said enough so...

Anyways, I was listening to Valentine by Laufey on my way back from uni, and thought "this is absolutely Carina's Dazai." Like it works for all of them but especially Badlands!zai because he was already sinking too deeply in love to ever run! He's too cute!!! They all are! Wanna squeeze his cheeks till they pop and then nibble on them while I run my fingers through his hair all night and sing lullabies to help my baby boy sleep!!!

TUMBLR USER SURREALITEA THANK YOU SM I ADORE YOU AHHHHHHHH HE'S THE CUTEST I MIGHT ACTUALLY WEEP, HIS LIL WINK AND THE ROSE HE'S SUCH A CUTIE IM IN LOVE

OMGGGGGGGG i just listened and you're SOOOOO right, this is literally THE badlands song ever "maybe i should run, im only 21, i dont even know who i want to become" for her especially and "ive rejected affection for years and years. now i have it and it's kind of weird" & "i still feel a shock through every bone when i hear an "i love you" cuz now ive got someone to lose" for him UGHHHHHHH IT'SS O THEM

[tetskuro]

hey cutie! i would absolutely love a matchup if you would be oh so kinda and gracious <3

i am a female (she/her) & would love a romantic male matchup ✨

personality: I am the prime example of an ambivert haha!! I find it so hard to talk to people I don’t know but once I get to know them I don’t shut the fuck up and I can be so loud and obnoxious. I am also a self proclaimed funny person, I love making people smile and laugh!! However, I always need some kinda of control and to be in charge in some sort of way otherwise I fall apart haha (i am also a libra &isfp if u care and/or know anything about that stuff!!) :p

hobbies: my hobbies include anything to do with musical theatre (such as singing and dancing), reading, and sleeping (basic ik I just like my downtime a lot :3)

interests: once again musical theatre haha (i once saw the same show 23 times lives just because i fell that in love with it <3), animals (i love animals & lil animal fun facts) & anything media related (digital, social, print, film etc. u name it!!)

ideal first date: arcade!! I love the idea of an arcade date, it really shows you a lot about a person and whether or not they are a sore winner/loser or not. And at end of the night if the date’s been going well a nice night walk and some desert c:

ideal traits in partner: i would like someone funny for sure with the same kinda humour as me, loyal & someone who isnt overly clingly bc despite how deeply i care for my friends/family/partner my me time is so important. i am not a very picky person tbh i just need someone who understands me and can take the time to understand me & who i am as a person & i can talk abt my weird goofy lil interests around.

thanks so much lovely, im so excited!!

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your matchup is...

hinata shoyo

⭑ hinata is a very loyal and fun loving person

⭑ both of you are yappers, and you would just enjoy talking to each other

⭑ you'd definitely be able to be your genuine self around hinata because he just has such a warm and open disposition

⭑ he's a big extrovert so he'd probably approach you first and the two of you click almost instantly

⭑ he can be a little weird too so it comforts him knowing you can be weird together

⭑ hinata doesn't know a lot about musical theatre but he starts learning more about it, thanks to you, and finds it super cool

⭑ he thinks the amount of effort and time that goes into each musical theatre performance is incredibly amazing

⭑ i can see hinata being a big fan of animals as well and he'd listen to all of your little fun facts about animals

⭑ he would understand the need for your own time and definitely give you the space that you need

⭑ hinata would looove the arcade omg

⭑ and he takes losses like a champ, we've seen how he's not a sore loser at all

⭑ in fact, if he loses a game, he takes that as an opportunity to improve

⭑ he'd be so excited to get dessert or any type of food afterwards

⭑ honestly, hinata's just happy to be there with you

your matchup runner-up is yamaguchi tadashi