#Im not like. Angry about this. On the contrary this is funny as hell

[soleilenchaine]

Limbus Sinner Chess Headcanons

yes, that's right. chess hcs

they need to play some boardgames to pass the time so here we goooo

Yi Sang

has the stockfish calculator in his brain. each time a sinner makes a stupid move it just goes into the red and it confuses the hell out of him. constantly muses to himself and to others if they are listening when the pieces are not in their ideal positions

Faust

either at IM or possibly GM rating. is extremely good at decimating almost any opponent and will be extremely smug about it. she is constantly giving the side-eye to anyone who plays badly when she spectates

Don Quixote

i know we joke about her eating the pieces but i just think she keeps asking Yi Sang for help. she also constantly calls the knights Rocinante. if there is any chance for her Rocinantes to claim an opponents piece she will announce it in the most DonDon way possible

"ONWARD, ROCINANTE! WE SHALL EMERGE VICTORIOUS"

Ryoshu

plays chess like shogi.

no really. she just thinks shogi allows for more artistic expression in the endgame. also because she keep yelling at the opponent when she claims an opponent's piece with the pawn by moving it forwards rather than diagonally and the opponent says that's an illegal move.

but if she was forced to play by the rules (and she will threaten to C.Y.U), she would make the most bizarre plays by claiming as many pieces as possible to create the most elaborate endgame

Meursault

his poker face gives him the advantage in almost any match. each time he leaves a piece hanging the opponent gets increasingly more nervous because what if he left that piece to psyche them out.

Sinclair especially gets very nervous when playing against Meursault and ends up fumbling, but Meursault will explain to the little chicky man what happened and teaches him how to counter but in the most deadpan voice known to man.

Meursault: On move 12 you had compromised the bishop's position by moving your rook from b4 to f4. That was how I was able to claim your bishop. Sinclair: Wait, move 12?! When was that??? Meursault how on earth have you been keeping track?

Meursault: I had merely been observing (:meursault-stare:)

he claims a piece en passant and some of the sinners think he's done an illegal move until Faust (and possibly Yi Sang) corrects them. the guy is very good, will always play with the most efficient openings possible and can hold his own if someone were to pull a surprise move on him.

Hong Lu

he's a very competent player. knows all the fancy openings and endgame setups, and is extremely good at countering. he's also very good at bluffing and ends up stumping his opponents during the endgame

he finds joy spectating other sinners' matches and will ask throughout the match if a move is a special opening or counter that they do in the Backstreets. he needs to know!!

he also pulls an en passant on Heathcliff, but just to rile him up. he secretly finds it funny.

Heathcliff

ahh, Heathcliff. see you would probably think that Heathcliff is bad at chess but on the contrary.

he probably tried to learn it to impress Cathy, and eventually learned certain openings and counters that Cathy was fond of.

but overall his playstyle is simple, direct. no bells and whistles. he gets extra angry at Meursault for pulling an en passant (we need that Brit/French hatred).

any match with Ishmael ends just as how you would expect it to end.

Ishmael

she's pretty good at playing chess. she can play blitz chess against Faust and hold her own (though she always loses because Faust is just far too good)

she has surprisingly good knowledge of the most niche openings and would troll Heathcliff by playing them. but otherwise, she would also play with very few bells and whistles. a straightforward playstyle for the most Normal Sinner(TM) on the bus

Rodion

Rodya constantly played with Sonia back when she was still with the Yurodiviye, so she is at least 1800 rating.

she is extremely good at blitz chess. she thrives in a high stakes, fast paced game and with her constantly chatting with the opponent throughout the match she decimates the opponent purely because she just keeps distracting them with her friendly banter and quips.

she's also really good at adapting her playstyle to match her opponent. that's why Sinclair likes playing with her because she patiently waits for Sinclair to make his moves and she doesn't pull weird fancy openings on him or else he gets very confused.

she is super competitive, but is a very good sport.

Sinclair

my sweet chickadee. he used to compete in chess competitions back in school, and he got pretty good at blitz chess. but he's always dreading LCB tourneys because he will have at least three sinners backseat playing behind him while the opponent just crushes him.

but if he plays with his seatmates, he gets increasingly exasperated at Don with her increasingly chaotic plays while Yi Sang just quietly keeps score.

Outis

her experience commanding her team during the smoke war is reflected in her playstyle. she plays very aggressively and will taunt the opponent if they make a mistake. she is brutal with her openings and will attempt to immediately conquer the chessboard until either the opponent forfeits or is forced into an unwinnable corner.

once you see her set up a Sicilian defense it's basically over for you.

Gregor

our dearest roach man.

if he plays against the rest of the sinners, he takes it easy. he's a chill player and doesn't pull any complex endgame shenanigans unless the opponent tries to pull a fast one on him. he will also happily teach Sinclair and Don some cool openings if they ask him to play a match.

but when he plays against Outis, it's a completely different story. he is surprisingly good at countering even the most aggressive opening, and any match against Outis ends in a stalemate. his easygoing uncle vibe dissipates and you're suddenly reminded that he, too, is a Smoke War veteran. he's also had a lot of experience on the battlefield, so he knows full well what kind of tactics Outis would use during a match.

this is also the only time Outis doesn't taunt the opponent: she's too focused on trying to get out of a stalemate.

he also likes to pull meme openings every once in a while. man just does a bongcloud opening and Faust is at the side giving him the BIGGEST side eye. BUT he actually manages to win with that and Faust has to admit that she is quite impressed.

[iwanttofuckereh69]

To properly celebrate @hornyimpulsivity's birthday i decided to inflict emotional damage onto everyone with both an illustration and a fic. Happy birthday bestie <333

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Draken (Ryuguji Ken) x Hanma Shuji

Rating: T

Word count: 1k

Content warnings: angst, breakup, mentions of smut

Summary: It's been twelve years since Tenjiku. Draken and Hanma met again when they both were at their lowest. One thing led to another and what was supposed to be a one time thing, started to become more scary than any of them was willing to admit. Now Draken is struggling to tell Shuji the truth. He is after all more afraid of losing him than anything else.  

A/N: Hello, this is a short scene pulled out from a bigger thing so probably not everything makes perfect sense without the context. Artwork by me, and the story is a group effort between me and @hornyimpulsivity. Enjoy! PS. dialogues are written with "-" instead of quotes marks because im polish and stubborn

Shuji didn't laugh. He didn't mock the Dragon for being a pussy that’s whining over a few burned photos. He didn't say anything borderline insulting, trying to be funny, like he used to. Instead there was warmth. A bit of kindness the Dragon desperately needed. A compassion he wasn't expecting. And surprisingly wise words he should probably consider actually listening to. The Reaper was right, placing his hand on top of the Dragon's heart, pointing to right where it hurt. Where all those memories still were, just like he said, as vivid as ever, despite the photos that captured them being gone. Those weren’t just frames, still images frozen in time, fading on the crumbled pieces of paper. He could still hear all their voices. Their naive laughter. Their youthful playfulness. The smell of the beach in the midst of July, the smell of gasoline and the roar of engines. The sweet perfume Emma used to wear. And even Shuji was there somewhere amongst all the others, an annoying brat from a long time ago, with ugly ass hair and lame leopard print on his bike. The same Shuji that could punch the living shit out of Draken when nobody else dared to come close to him. The same one that now held him, keeping him from falling apart.

Draken smiled softly, looking up at him, in those beautiful eyes of his, glistening as if they were pure, liquid gold. It wasn't the first time Draken couldn't tell what twisted emotions filled those eyes of his. But it wasn't the first time either, when he felt nonetheless utterly fascinated by them. And it sure as hell wasn't the first time he just couldn't stop looking.

He wanted to tell him so many things. Make so many stupid, cringey confessions. But before he managed to open his mouth, his lips were already occupied. The kiss was sudden... and yet, funny enough, expected. So many times Ryuguji caught Shuji's curious eyes wandering across his smile. So many times he himself shyly gazed at his lips. He was scared of this longing, he was scared of the feeling it brought along.

He didn't protest, however. Quite the contrary. He entangled his fingers into Shuji's hair, pulling him closer, as close as he could possibly get, angry at the stupid clothes that kept their skin from touching.

Draken lost his balance and leaned over the wall, pushing Shuji against it, kissing him as if it was their last kiss.

(It was.)

It was different from all the kisses they shared so far. This time it wasn't about fucking, it wasn't about satisfying that primal, filthy desire. It was much more meaningful. Much more scary. Because they shouldn't be kissing like that. They shouldn’t be feeling like that. They were never meant to… And yet they found each other somehow. 

- That's gonna be a memory I'm going to hold onto most desperately - he whispered into his lips, holding Shuji's face close, not ready to open his eyes, not ready to confess that it was probably their last kiss. - The one i will probably cherish the most - he added.

He wasn’t ready to let go of him, scared that Shuji would disappear. 

- I'm not just a memory yet, my Dragon. - Hanma whispered softly and smiled right into Draken's lips, before allowing them to connect once again. 

One of Shuji's palms quickly ended up on the side of Draken's neck, caressing it with fondness and occasionally sliding his thumb across his jaw and cheek. The other one eventually found its way to the Dragon's hip. Soon, Hanma's curious fingers were wandering up Draken's body, reaching his waist, and to his backside, squeezing his buttcheek in quite a playfull and weirdly affectionate manner. 

Not yet. But soon. 

Draken’s lips trembled when he felt Shuji kissing him again so impatiently it hurt. It hurt somewhere inside his chest, somewhere where his heart was, his heart that was beating so fast it seemed like it was about to tear apart his chest. 

Ryuguji gasped, feeling his touch. Impatient as ever and yet… intimate. Affectionate. Tender. Shuji’s palms knew Dragon’s body so well, as if he had touched him a million times before. And maybe he did. In this life, or another. He just seemed to know all the curves, all the crevices. Like a lover would. 

Is this what they became? The unintended lovers? That was supposed to be a one time thing. A brief encounter, a chase after bodily pleasure, nothing more. But it became more. Yet Draken couldn’t even pinpoint exactly when that happened. It just stopped being brief somewhere along the way. It stopped being simple and just horny. 

They were supposed to be just friends with benefits. Buddies that fuck sometimes. It’s not like Hanma would ever even consider them to be something more than that, right? Right…? 

And yet, here was Kenny, struggling to say whatever he was about to say out loud, as if those few words would break his own heart. As if those would break Shuji’s heart as well. That was probably the most horrific of things. He cared about that pretty boy, obviously he didn’t want to hurt him. The situation just… got out of hand. But he couldn’t let it continue either, it wasn’t fair. 

- Shuji - he whispered softly, trying to stop all those tender, affectionate kisses the Reaper was placing all over Ryuguji’s lips. He moved back and gazed at him as Shuji took a big draw of a half burned cigarette. Damn he was pretty. Inside and out. He deserved the fucking world. But Draken couldn’t give it to him. 

- Hm…? 

- I… I got back together with him - he said, so quietly that only his Reaper could hear it. He wished he didn’t say it at all. There was that tricky, malicious part of his brain that was telling him to not say a word. But it wasn’t fucking fair. 

[pauein]

Anyway absolutely losing my shit because like. Ok dark confession but i do have a pinterest 4 like. Oc boards and stuff bc i just like sorting things LOL. But anyway i used to like.... have an aesthetic blog Thing on tumblr secretly based around one of my ocs - Its long gone now but i did like. Make a few aesthetic edits.

So you can not likefathom the EMOTION i felt when not once, but TWICE, long after the og blog was gone, i FOUND one of those aesthetic edits reposted to pinterest. It was the same one both times too. The people who reposted it both had like THOUSANDS more followers than ive ever had so i imagine this image has gotten a decent amount of exposure.

So like if youve ever saved THIS to any of your aesthetic boards and whatnot just know that it was actually created for a dragon ball z trollfic OC

[dylanxmin]

covered in you ∣ J.JK

while your boyfriend having a casual play date with his mates, you decided to go horny.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader 

genre; smut, porn without plot(bc why not)

rating; m

warnings; teasing, slapping(face;), curse words, biting, light dom/sub tones, dom!jk, sub!reader, handjob, oral(m), cum eating, choking(on dick), drooling, sloppy blowjob, face fucking(:), exhibitionism?, and sorry unedited:(,, 

word count; 3k+

a/n; well, yeah.. im little bit turned on by jungkook and basically throwing my eagerness on here. i have no idea about games but here 7 pages long filth for you, lol. i need to make a whole masterlist for sudden!jk thirst bc i always end up writing sloppy smut out of nowhere lol. so hope y’all gonna love this, and feedbacks always, always appreciated. love y’all ♡

It was silent, beside the rhythmed ticks of the clock, hanging lightly on the wall. An annoying reminder for you how many minutes had passed alone on the couch, staring at the screen that vibrates low voices, loud as humming, but enough to tingle behind your head. Warm brown couch almost captured your body as you were sitting on the same spot for more than two hours now. Figures of the body almost printed flawlessly on the wide cushion. Finger tapping at your chin simultaneously with every beat of the clock. You sit there, completely still, annoyed, and highly bored. Weather is now gleaming dark, lightened by the skinny street light. It was different from the moment you placed yourself on the couch. With that, a groan left your throat, how much time had passed got your dander up as you eyed the black door. Tongue licking the base of your lip, curling it between your teeth to nib. Soft sigh left your nostrils when you decided to wait no more. Now, it was time to put up a show. 

Of course it wasn’t just because you were annoyed, bored or equally got horny out of nowhere. Well, there is always a little chance of it but there is no need to discuss it. 

‘‘No, hyung NO!’’ respectfully discombobulated grunt find you when the hand grabbed the knob of the door. Voice flushing a biten smile at your face, grunt continued, equal a wail. ‘‘Not there of course. ‘M at top. Yeah, yeah, c’mere. I’m waitin’ ’’ cute, desperate whines hurries you further to crush the door right away but with a shaky breath, you let the brisk rousing slip away and turn the knob as humanly as you can. Furious tappings, thin sounds rising, mixing with the boy’s grunts as breaking the silence. 

You taken aback. 

For a full three minutes you stayed still only to watch, observe the familiar movements of the boy, back muscles excrescently visible under the black tee. And yeah, you stared at them in awe. Freakingly heart stopping act of him that he does unintentionally. Though, it did not stop you from having dark, soaked panties. Shaking the head right to the left to gather the senses back nearly helped you as you closed the door. Not forcing yourself to be quiet as under the headphones you knew he won’t hear a thing, still without knowing why, you tiptoed to get him. Biting the beaming smile, you knelt beside his ridiculously priced game chair. Too oblivious to the action going on right beside him, the dark haired boy grunts once again. Adding another drip to your stomach to gather your arousal as he kicked the table lightly, but it was enough for you. Aggressive enough to hitch your breath. 

‘‘I swear to-GOD TAEHYUNG STOP TROLLING THE GAME FOR FUCK SAKE!’’ 

A sharp greed stirring to your spin when the thick vein throbbed visibly on his neck, and stayed there for the good usage of your cravings. Guess seeing your boyfriend furious over a game is a turn on now. You refuse to be the only one who feels that. There must be more freaks like you. Because it was hot. Staying still as you knelt beside him, just a little bit behind of his chair, it was getting hard not to act obviously. As every passing minute increased the charming desperation, you tried to pressure it back with a brush of your legs. Not much, but it worked enough until the inhuman growl decided to leave his throat. Fuck, what was that again. It sounded beautiful, impelling. As you fucking whimpered loud enough for your ears. Nipples brushing the fabric, as they freed from the tight grip of your bra after the first moment you had that nailing urge. They almost irked back, burning hot behind your tee. And the highly focused boy startled with the touch of your fingers touching timidly at his arm. 

‘‘Huh,’’ soft breath mixing under the air, he opened his mouth once, closed, and opened once again but couldn’t utter a voice as focus gathered on the monitor. As angry voice reached you by the headphones, you understood why he couldn’t focus on you. ‘I said boss you fucker-JK what the hell are you doing?’ If you kneeling beside him, darting your eyes on him isn’t enough for him to focus on you, then you would gladly do more. Jimin could suck his own dick as he just ruined the moment you were about to play. Thrill spilling inside, you licked your lips. It sounded like a challenge. 

And you accepted. 

You giggled at yourself after passing over by his legs to curl into the space left behind his legs. Rather than expected, below the desk wasn’t that suffocating as you thought. Lighted fairly, air semi-fresh, you could hang in here. Well, hornyness weighed more than a good space to stay. It caused no harm, too. 

When you looked up after the restless shift of your boyfriend, you witnessed the firm head shake. Even though you love to play the oblivious, you knew what it meant. It was ‘no’, a severe one. 

Yet, it was a little too late for that. 

You already take this as a challenge and you had no intention to stop now. And by tearing his eyes away from you to land it on the monitor did not help you. Only increased the silly jealousy as you leaned a bit to lift his tee. Tail of the black fabric welcomed the fingers who’s about to pat the tanned skin, light as much, soft as much as they could. Right after fingertips meeting with his muscled stomach, they tighten, scoff blurting out of him as a reflex. Too bad that he can’t do anything about making you stop, as that would mean they could and probably would lose the game and they all will blame him. And Jungkook, never, ever lost a game. Or caused a lost. Also too bad for him as you knew him too deep. 

‘JK come to the mid.’ as the request didn’t get the expected return, the same voice echoed once again. Angry this time. ‘Kook you on?’

It took a minute for him to heal himself from the teasing touch you gifted. Darkness lightened by the blue, pink, and shade of the soft yellow, falls onto his face. His façade edged even more with the shades contouring his features, he looked god ish. Knot appeared between his brows after feeling the nails digging, tracing a track down until they reached to his crotch. Dick stayed half hard. Giggling you eyed him, caring his stomach until his muscles eased back. Contrary to the curses you heard through his headphone, you leaned till the tip of your nose brushed his velvety skin on the stomach. Choked breath coming out of him as you started to put soft, caring kisses all the way above the head of his sport short. From left to right, you kissed, wetted with each lick you gave as he tightened his muscles on the thighs. 

‘‘F-fuck,’’ he hushed out, too afraid to be heared by his friends because how the hell he could explain this. Exactly, he couldn’t. Murmuring satisfiedly, tongue trailed all the way up, stopped licking when you reached below the belly-button of him. Rather choose to circle your tongue around it, carefully slow. As no one needed to rush anything. 

‘You yelled at me but who is trolling NOW JUNGKOOK!’ 

You had to cover your mouth to prevent your laugh from going out. It was semi funny and semi exciting as the idea of your friends understanding what you were doing and how much you were affecting him. It was harmless to fantasies, but you had no idea how you would feel if it turned real. Still, it was rousing. 

‘‘FUCK. O-okay, okay.’’ the captured boy hissed out, fighting with the urge to kick you aside. Both because he didn’t know how you would react, and also, it was feeling good. Your fingers, tongue, lips felt amazing. Warm against his skin. So he didn't intend to lose it so quickly. ‘‘ ‘M just a bit confused. M okay, let’s get it.’’ 

Yeah, let’s get it. 

Fingers digging in theirs and yours one of the favorite spots of him after his doe looking eyes, and easily scrunched nose. His thighs. Thick, built, smooth thighs that you adored so damn much. Hiking up the cloth up, you resist the need of biting them down. Slowed circles were much better at first, and he was already tensed as one of his knees smacked high only to meet with the hardwood. It’s play time so you could take as much as time you want. Plus, he was kinda tied down by the chair so you could use this for the good usage. 

‘‘Ah. Nuh, no, not him hyung. FUCK!’’ Jungkook’s guttural cry left his lungs as the soft circles left their place to wet kisses, and then a harsh bite right on his inner thigh. Hard enough to leave a mark, but light, too, as the mark almost disappeared right away. Sloppy, wet licks tried to heal the bruise immediately, as you worked on him. His moans hit the very needy spot, made you clench around nothing to drip even more. Poor core pulsed, pulsed, pulsed until you couldn’t take more and spilled out a weak mewl. It reflected all the desperation you had, and the gamer couldn’t control his mouth before spitting a brutal slut right at your direction. Nails digging deeper on his thighs, you like the way how that word rolled out from his plushed lips. Attacking right into your spine. Yes, yes, yes, yes, was all you could think. You were a slut, indeed. But, of course, his teammates had no idea about what was going on here, as an offended shriek filled the room right after what Jungkook said. 

‘DID YOU JUST CALLED ME A SLUT?’ you could recognize Jimin’s extra thickened voice, and you giggled while putting now less soft kisses all over his thigh. ‘JUNGKOOK SPEAK. NOW’ and you bite his flesh once again, right when he was about to answer the man on the line. 

‘‘N-Ahhhh! No, no.’’ his fingers curled around your hair immediately, out of conscious. He locked his gaze on you after tilting your head a little back. Expression hardened, his jaw twitched. ‘‘I was talking with the slut that almost killed me.’’ you sobbed as the wave of hunger hit you on the right spot, after his hand left you with a semi slap on your cheek. It wasn’t enough, it didn’t even blushed the skin but you choked anyway. More, more, more of that slap is all you need at the moment. You knew that for sure. 

And you will earn those by the work of your mouth, tongue, and palm. As much as help you can get to reach the euphoria you want at the heat of the moment. 

To soothe the now reddened flesh inside of his thigh, you licked once, twice and once again. Every touch of the warm, wet muscle earned another squirm by the boy who tried very hard to focus on the game. Though, it was obvious that he was failing because voices rising from the headphones gave the clue of how he sucked at keeping a clear game. No lie, you like the effect you had on him. Has him hissing with a jerk of his knee, brought claps to the back of your head. Like you just win a prize. 

It seemed a bit like that. 

‘‘No.’’ Jungkook pleaded, eyes not on you but the shake of his head was, indeed, for you. As your fingertips hooked under the waistband of his short, cold tips of your fingers startled him as he was burning, flesh blooming hot. To his dismay, you felt a little rebellious today. Ready to take the risk of getting the kick, as you shoved his short down, forcefully. His clothed parts unfolded slowly. However, the kick never landed, the only reaction was him holding his ass a bit high to help you on making him naked. Muscles straining, his shaft meets with air. Hanging above his legs, all the stimulation had him angry red. Precum glistening on the tip, ready to spill all over his thighs, on the chair. 

You gulped. ‘‘Fuck,’’ now it was your turn to curse, as his dick never failed to surprise you. While waiting hard, thick, and crimson. Mouth watering view went straight to your core to poke the arousal now begin to drip. Wetting your lips to match them with your mouth and his tip, meager grab of your palm meets with his dick. It has Jungkook cursing more, an aggressive fist dropped on the wooden desk. He thrusts once out of habit, but immediately stays still. The boy’s face blooming scarlet, it was enough for you to gather your courage to dive in. As his body was craving you without any doubt. 

‘‘Mid-ahhh!’’ 

Full fist squeezed around the base of his shaft has the gamer crying out loud. It made your breath hitch. Jungkook speechless. Loaded dire placed on your stomach, yet it wasn’t unpleasant. Rather, hair stands on the edge, chest writhe in need. It was too pleasant. Too dreamy. A gasping view. 

But you couldn’t hold back, and leaned in. Wet tongue touches the base of his head, you blow air after moistening the place good. It could have been twitched without your tight firm, rather, he moaned. Then freezed. Momentarily joy died in his stomach as he remembered his friends were on the other side of the line. Eyes shut tight, he waited for them to yell or accuse him for something unmistakably obvious. You giggled at his fear, as he opened one eye below the furrowed brows. Carefully as afraid to make a sudden move. Unlike his terror, nothing happens. The other two boys continue to play without saying anything, but Jungkook finds it suspicious. Even though he was relieved. 

Not for so long though, as now the tongue starts to circle around the head of his cock. Small whimpers held back by him but you were bolder to spill them. Feeling hot, heavy between your lips, you like to suck him so much. Maybe too much as Jungkook pushed his hips high. So you continued, now almost half of him in your mouth. It was hard for you to take him at once, as the boy had the biggest one you ever laid on eye. Thick, also. Palm isn’t enough to cover him fully, when you dared. So you take your time while his nostrils breathe heavily. Precum becomes one with the salvia around his cock, you whined happily at the taste. It was always pleasant. Always tasty. 

Nails digging in the naked skin, you bobbed your head down. Throat stretching well around his stabbing tip. But you had no mercy on yourself or shame while diving deeper. Tip of your nose almost touches his pubes, a strangled hum broke out by the throat. And it has his dick twitch deep down in your throat. Which another broken moan rises from you as he was equally horny as much as you. Fingers ached to find your pulsing clit, but you stopped yourself before even daring as this was about him. And only him. Rather than touching your pussy, you grabbed his waist. Shape of his body always turned you on, same as now. You mewled while moving after adjusting your breath. 

Jungkook bites down his lips, too afraid to make another voice, challenge his change. Instead, he grabbed tight his mouse, almost crashing it. Ball of longing crawling onto his chest, stomach, all over his body while you keep the work of your mouth, tongue so good. It was stirring, heart stopping for both of you. Every swirl of your tongue, every hollow move of your cheeks drive him closer. Little by little, he felt the nudging delight getting closer and closer. And if you could, you would come undone, too, as the whole thing was too affecting. 

‘‘Stay.’’ hand grabbing the back of your head, you freezed cock so deep in your throat. As the command was too sudden, a slap found your stretched cheek after you swallowed out of habit. 

‘‘Hnngg,’’ you protest but do not dare to move, knowing it would be fatal. For you and the poor throat. Tongue waiting below his dick, feeling the pulse of his thick vein, you stayed there. Even though you practised many times breathing from your nose while mouth full, after long minutes, it was getting slightly disturbing. Not uncomfortable but unachievable for you. Butterflies burning one by one from the fire rising by your chest, you wait one, two, three minutes more until Jungkook shifts his hips. Only to choke you even more with his cock, rough beg of a moan stealing by your lungs, you wrenched under his hold. 

Hands finding the support by his waist, you let him move his dick in your throat. Not that you had much of a choice. Muffled noises leaving your chest, his thrust was hard enough to try your gag reflex. 

Eyes getting teary, you were drooling even more every time your nose hit his stomach. Wet sounds gurgled with every pressure of his cock, tears now mixed by tears on your chin. Creating a pool on his thighs and the dark leather. But you never tried to go back, stayed there like a good girl he wanted, let him use you face for a quick fuck. It was satisfying for both of you. 

His abs clenched, unclench as a warning. He was about to cum, and it had you whine even louder. You wanted to taste him, gulp down everything he gifts you, and lick him clean. Strong, hot hunger raised with every push as you were going to eat his cum like your last meal. Because it tasted like that. Delicious, salty, and warm all around your tongue, teeth. You clenched around nothing once again and held your position as Jungkook started to cum with a heavy groan. 

‘‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’’ no one mattered, as he was bursting white deep down on your hot, drooling throat. Thrill clouded his mind as he moaned loud, hard, and obvious while spurting, adding a new color to your throat. 

Jungkook continued to cum, dripping thick and hot. And you swallowed every one of them, eagerly, messily. Slurping, licking him clean when he dropped by his high. When every inch of his dick gleamed glossy, and cleared from his cum, you were satisfied when taken you head back after his big grip let you. You smiled ear to ear as the tired bliss beamed his face. It never stopped being fluttering when he looked so proud of you. Heavy breaths of yours cut harshly when headphones almost vibrate with the intense scream. 

‘IF YOU DONE FUCKING GOD KNOWS WHERE OF Y/N, CAN YOU FUCKING GO BACK TO THE GAME, YOU FUCKING FUCK!’ 

Jimin’s voice had you two freeze, but after Teahyung started to laugh loud, almost wheezing, Jungkook and you joined him. But Jimin didn’t. As they were losing the game. And he was competitive as much as Jungkook. But right now, your boyfriend had something distracting. So he chuckled before landing an eye on you and smirked. 

‘‘Sorry, but I need to reward my girl.’’ he cocked a brow, hand moving to close the game. ‘‘As you all heard, she did a pretty good job. Right, baby?’’ 

Between Taehyung’s laughs and Jimin’s curses, your heart fluttered at the praise. It was all you needed, all you wanted from him. You watched him carefully while he put his headphones on the desk, corner of the lip curling high. A finger pointed at you, you wait for his word. 

‘‘Now, be a good girl, and turn your ass over here.’’ you cooed at his demand, wiggled your ass and presented him. Panties already soaked, you were needy as always. And he was feeding you good with his filthy words. ‘‘I’m gonna fuck you so good, so hard that you will afraid even to knock my door again when I’m playing.’’ 

With a harsh smack landing on your cheek, you were sure of that. ‘‘Yes, please.’’ 

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[yanderecandystore]

man, aven cute and all, but albedo is a trash guy and im a trash person, so now i want to request Al being more of a yan, desperate to make his human darling see he is a good guy for them, just to see they be like "hey since we're good friends, can you gimme tips on how to court this guy? i mean he's not a fae, but you're a guy too so"

dunno, just wanna see him act lovesickly a bit, you can make this behavior known by y/n or not - 🇧🇷

Hey boo, how are you? Sorry for making you wait-

TW/Tags: Human M!Reader x M!Fae // also- How dare you?? You're not trash boo >:( You're awesome :D // in case anyone doesn't know what this post is about [🧚💐🍄] // we'll start with soft, and then go straight to hell :3 // being lost in the woods

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Red! [Yandere!M!Fae OC x M!Reader - Headcanon]:

I'll start this by saying this is fairly similar to this post [😠🧚🥺]- Basically:

You were seeking different ingredients inside the forest when you got approached by Albedo who acted like a really big jerk the first days you went there, but after a while he started warming up to you.

You two were fairly different, he was the tall elegant bully while you were- Well, you! A human who just wanted to get his special flowers and go back to his home, yet managed to make a friend along the way! That's a plus.

He was kinda mean from time to time, but you learned to interpret it as he weird way of saying he loved you- What can you say? You made a strange friend, [y/n].

Albedo had tried so hard to act like didn't like you or humans at all, that he started acting more douchey than ever- Which would make you start distancing yourself from him, which would in turn make him beg you to forgive him for crossing the line.

Sometimes you take advantage of this and makes him admit that he is a dumb bully- Is a really small punishment for someone with such vile mouth, yet even as pathetic as this sound- He kinda likes it whenever you smile and laugh at him, not because you find him stupid (well, not THAT stupid-) but because you find him somewhat funny, or cute maybe.

I mean- It's not like he hopes you find him cute! H-He is a big man that doesn't need your validation at all, alright?

You do find him cute, mostly because of his unusual behavior, especially about how over the top he can be. You really like spending time with him, even if your search for certain ingredients ends up being unfruitful. It's just nice messing around with him, you don't know why.

Al however, knows exactly why he likes hanging out with you, although he would prefer to never really say it- It's so weird having a crush on not only a human, but on a person in general! He wasn't accustomed with this, not at all!

It is terrifying! It's a new experience to him yet he feels somewhat familiar with this feeling, not that he has ever really gone through these emotions- But it oddly feels like has already witnessed them before.

It doesn't matter anymore though, he is just- Happy, happy you're here with him! That's all that it really matters.

He does tries his moves occasionally, like trying to get you to tell him what you see in a guy- Asking for a "friend", saying he was just curious or just keeping it a secret from you, although let's be honest, those advances were kinda straight forward, not because of courage but because of awkwardness- Especially when you noticed him trying to act differently each you time you said something to him, you caught on his act earlier and decided to confirm your suspicions by saying really specific actions, and whatever the hell you invented would be foolishly replicated the next day, Al tried so hard to impress you by copying what you told him to be "the thing/action you found more attractive in a guy". It was the most embarrassing thing you ever witnessed, yet somehow really cute.

You kinda liked Albedo, but- Should you really accept the feelings of a fae? Al can be a bully sometimes but when it comes to you, you know he doesn't mean it.

But that's not really the issue, the biggest issue would be dating a fae while you're a human- That feels your mind with a lot of questions, and you don't even know how to achieve those answers! Should you ask Al? Would it be too forward? He hasn't really told you he likes you, he has just- Well, acted like he does! It could scare him off if you did ask him about it.

But then again, holding the truth from him for too long wouldn't make it any better, especially after realizing that you did kinda take advantage of his crush on you- Although what you did was without any intention of harm and was done mostly as a both sided joke, it doesn't take away the fact you should feel guilty for never addressing this with him.

You're a pretty naughty human for someone he considers to be made out of pure gold, and you know that, right?

Eventually, you would have to tell him that you know about his feelings- But will you be able to reciprocate them? You like him, you really do, but is a love between you and him possible? Old Albedo would have said no, new Albedo would scream on top of his lungs that yes, of course it is-

You tell him, he is just panicking just as you thought he would- Defending himself at all costs, accusing you of liking him, despite the facts proving the contrary. He will try to act like he doesn't until he has to face the facts and say the truth.

Yeah you caught him, what about now? He does act like he is ready to be rejected, but to be honest?? He isn't at all, he is so unprepared that he thinks it's impossible for you to reject him- Up until this point you have proven that you liked him, you have indulged in this situation just as much as him- Oh please, he may be a lot of things but dense is not one of them- It was obvious that you were pinning for him as well, it would be ridiculous for you to just decide to stop right now-

Please don't do this. Don't do this to him.

And that's how your first fight with Albedo began. You two started talking about it and telling the truth to one another, and you denied his confession- Well, not really- You said you needed time to think, that you were still confused about this, again- You really like Al, but do you, well, love him?

You didn't know, that's why you said you needed more time- To which he responded for the first time ever with nothing more than pure distraught in his voice- How could you…?

"That's a lie, that's a lie and you know it!" It's what he kept telling you, not raising his voice, not raising his body language- Not attacking you, just feeling… Lied to, used by you, in a way.

In his head, you were just as interested in this relationship as he is- As he was. He feels so betrayed yet, somehow he can't bring himself to feel angry or overly sad about it.

Albedo would still say you're only denying your own feelings and playing with his own. He doesn't believe you could be stupid enough to say something like that, but it's alright.

It's not like it matters really, right? You would have to eventually come to terms with the fact you love him- And that without him you won't be able to leave this forest safely.

Be glad you never gave your name to him, you're stuck in the woods with a possessive creature but at least you're not his prisoner- Yet.

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[gayspock]

scurries in with the obvious character its spock

OMG FANK U hes goin under the read more bc im sooo eghpsgpsogd <3 you know

favorite thing about them so yeah<3 everything<3 but okay especially. right o well i thinnk.... what does appeal very much to me about spock is, like, how he is logical, and thinks/acts objectively but... nonetheless is just so kind and gentle and such, such a good fucking person - arguably beyond even that. do you know what the hell i mean. so many characters that value logic and rationale are absolute cunts about it all, and act as if cynicism is intrinsic to being rationale and that they all assholes- but not spock, never spock... and on the contrary his way of thinking often facillitates his kindness and goodness- and its just so heartwarming to me, so so much so...  and in a very similar vein, listen i do really just has a little (breathes deeply) moment over characters who dont express their affections by conventional means even when many others just dont Get it (mccoy i am vaguing you) bc literally, </3 literally yah </3

least favorite thing about them i will kill you if you even dare to suggest. hes literally my little pogchamp. favorite line he has too many good ones and im so angry that i cant think of anything right now but im saying “extremely little” to chekov   brOTP uhura is just his bestie isnt she OTP kirk and spock reset my brain and that was very funny of them to do so nOTP idk i feel like im not immersed enough to rlly- BC LIKE OMG, WHENEVER SOMEONES LIKE “NOTP! GO AHEAD!” am like omg.. bc its like yah i have lots of things where i’m like “ur CRAZY!” if someone brought it up or stuff that’s a given bc its weird but its like... i cant think of any super relevant widespread things that boil my blood, i guess, bc i think i havent poisoned myself with such evil corners of the world or ive simply suppressed all notion of it so damn hard that its like whatever random headcanon omg im so bad at headcanons... but hm. idk if this is a headcanon or more of, like, a concept of a fic or whatever the fuck. but like- post him dying & getting repotted like the colourpop eyeshadows at the colourpop factory... well im sat here thinkin abt him bein reintegrated & i think abt him listening to old enterprise logs. especially kirks. to try and just remember at first but then when he’s still out of touch out of time with his humanity in the way he struggles with voyage home its like... listening to - again, kirks especially - to try and reflect on what that all meant to him. imagining my man meditating and ofc he doesnt need white noise but isnt it just nice to quietly replay a log of some truly special moments and memories you built with your friends? anyways ~<3 unpopular opinion okay this is less of “unpopular opinion” but more of a gripe with a? idk if its even popular, but its reoccuring opinion abt him (& by extension all vulcans) but... whenever i read or see someone mention his, like, taste in style being minimalist, and only existing to be practical/functional OR, like, they describe his living quarters as being described as spartan or whatever with not much personalisation im PERSONALLY literally sooo mad on his behalf... like i GET why thats the assumption (logic <3 innit) but babe he did NOT deck his quarters out wiht that big lavish red curtain and the sparkly little bedsheets and all the  beyond ostentatious display of artefacts and NOR did he appear in TMP wearing that goth little getup to be reduced to a basic style. song i associate with them OUT OF TOUCH THURSDAY SPOCK VIDEO . HAVE QUITE LITERALLY WATCHED THAT EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS. I AM NOT KIDDING WITH THT IT WAS IN MY HEAD BEFORE I EVEN OPENED THIS ASK favorite picture of them im NOT tracking the pics down. off the top of my head though, some faves (altho i am certainly missing MANY MANY Many SPOCK is just SO good visually isnt he just) - him havin a little meltdown agaist the door like a right cry about it all - theres that one post with a compilation of ppl pointing at spock & theres that one from amok time that sends me about fucking mentos its so fuckinh funny and im taken off guard by it every time - any pic of him with that little girlboss kitty - tht one screenshot from spocks brain where hes TOTALLY stock still bc hes literally head empty & everyone else is getting their noggins absolutely blasted around him so its like metldown central with him as the eye of the storm. absolute rennaissance painting of an image. - i think its at the end of piece of the action where kirk does the :[ face and he does it right back at him - HOW COULD I FORGET. IM PUTTING THIS ONE IN

[livedsomanylives]

Ok, so, 

Billy and Robin having the same clases in HS, and slowly becoming friends, and Robin going to work and starting to talk about Billy more, and more and more. Like: Billy this and Billy that and blablabla and is not Steve's fault if he's getting a little upset, because this is his best friend we're talking about, his best friend and "Billy fucking Hargrove, Robin" .

Becoming. Friends.

"He's not that bad"

"I think that, among all people, I would have a pretty accurate insight of exactly how bad he is"

"I know. I know. But he was pretty fucked up then. He's better now"

Steve pauses what he's doing (Organizing shelves. Because that's what adult life apparently consists on. An eternal loop of organizing shelves) to look at her. To fold his arms. He's not asking when he says. 

"So you two have talked about this" 

"Steve-"

"Oh. You have"

And Robin never-ever hesitates about anything, but she hesitates when she says:

"He's really sorry about it"

But Steve is like wall, he's fucking non-stick to the tiniest good-like feeling about Billy Hargrove.

"Well. He has  never apologize to me, so he surely is not"

"Just give him the benefit of the doubt"

"Benefit of the doubt my ass”

And Robin doesn't insist. And time simply passes by. But the thing is, Steve doesn't give a shit about anything Billy Hargrove related, but he cares a whole lot about Robin, and as their new  and blossoming friendship keeps on blooming, he decides that is his sacred duty as BFF to check if everything is alright. 

So, about two or three months after, he goes:

"Ok"

And Robin:

"Ok what"

"Hargrove, ok to that"

"Ok"

So they hang out, the tree of them, and is weird the first time, weirder the second, it never,  in fact, stops going downhill weird, until it reaches peak weirdness one night.

They are alone, him and Billy, because  Robin has stormed out about one hour ago, screaming something about having to meet the love of her life on her way to the door.  So there's only him and Billy, watching what looks like the most boring movie of the long list of boring movies that Robin is being forcing them to see in "A last attempt of teaching something about good cinema to you two iliterate asses". And they're fine, really. They're perfectly, safely bored to death in Robin's claustrophobic basement untill Billy says:

"I'm sorry. Just-- Im sorry. Just so you know"

And Steve goes zero to one hundred in various scales: shock, angriness, disbelief and pure, pure whatthefuckness.

"Fuck you, Hargrove" he says. Inhales "You fucked up my face. For no fucking reason"

And Steve thinks Billy is going to reply something, say something biting, because he's Billy fucking Hargrove, and that's just the kind of shit he does, doesn't matter how much Robin believes he's some redeemable side character or something.

But he says nothing. So Steve says nothing more. So that's it. And time pases again. And they don't talk about it anymore. Not until months and months later,  months of weird but not-so-weird-anymore hanging out together. Not until one night near the end of september, summer warmth slowly saying its goodbyes. Robin gone again with what is definetly the love of her live.

And they are lying on the hood of the camaro, their backs on the windshield, eyes on the deep, and dark, and silvery sky. Sharing a cigarette, talking about nothing and everything, wasting time because they have nothing  better to do with it.

And then, Billy says:

"There was a lot of shit going on, that night. Max had disappeared, and when I found her, things looked suspicious as shit, and you were there, and is was wired as hell, i was just about to loosing it because of my dad, and you were there, and I--"

And, you see, it's being more than a whole year since this Robin-and-Billy thing started, and Steve knows about Billy's father now, knows the reason why he's staying in Hawkins even though it seems like nothing is keeping him in here, even if his longing for California has spread like a sicknes. And that's why he doesn't say anything, because Billy is looking at him like he means it, like he's been wanting to say this for a long time. Because Billy knows about the monsters now, and about Steve's dad too, and maybe, against all odds, against even himself, he and Billy are--

Maybe they are--

"-And I had this gigantic crush on you. So I was really, really fucked up"

And now, when Steve doesn't say anyting, it's because he doesn't find the words. Because Billy has turned to look  at him now, half of his face iluminated by the secon-hand light of the headlights, half of his face hidden in the dark, like some metaphoric shit, something and his contrary. Always a fucking mistery.

The little air he has left in his lungs feels trapped.

"Don't panic Harrington, I'm not gonna kiss you or anything" says Billy in a cracked laugh, sight fixed on the night above, lips curving to let out a breath of smoke that twist and curls until disappears.

And the thing is, Steve kind of knows Billy now, and he's not that of  an assohle, really. He's even good sometimes, funny sometimes, cute sometimes, he is a lot of things Steve thought he wouldn't. So Steve has a tiny epiphany in that moment, when Billy says that, when he says "I'm not going to kiss you", when thinks, instantaneously, like the instintive reaction to a blow: but i would.

Maybe, maybe I would.

Definetly, definetly I would. 

He's fucking trembling when he asks:

"Then can I do it?"

Billy gets up. Sits on the hood. Looks at Steve. And he is not half in shadows anymore, he's caressed by light, the moon and the stars and the golden light of the headlights, and Steve's chest counts every second that pases while Billy keepa on looking at him like that , like he's the one that's being caught unguarded, like he's the one that has to remenber how to  breathe.

And. To be fair. He probably is, too.

He sounds hesitant when he says "Ok" and Steve lets out a soft laugh, because Billy Hargrove never-ever sounds hesitant about anything.

So Steve sits up, too.

Gets near Billy. A palm on his cheek, fingertips grazing his hair.

And he kisses him. Kisses him soft, and slow and a bit like a question. And then Billy sighs,  groans, pulls Steve closer, whispers "God, Harrington" against his lips, kisses him deeper, takes shelter in his arms like he's being starving.

And Steve hates to prove Robin right.

But this time, he's gonna have to.

[teddy-feathers]

Its not like that or... Its never been like that because thats what we do normally. Mom used to argue with him and it sounded like crap/ scary but it was honestly pretty healthy in the way they were equal but... Mom stopped fighting mostly because ... I dunno. Shes not 20 something and fightings just not fun/funny anymore I think you know? And... Dads not... Angry all the time. Something sets him off he gets loud or throws something onto the floor in a brief tantrum and... Hes made his point and moved on and its ... A brief intermission back to our regurlar show or chore or music or whatever. I just... When I was a kid I bought the line you know? Im stubborn like my folks. Hard headed. Arrogant to some degree thinking I know what im talking about and the other party is wrong sometimes. But "The only time I ever seem to get through to you, that you listen to me is when I yell." isnt true. I dont remember what I got yelled at for just that I have rules instilled in me and I know how to manage - not piss off dad on a daily baises you know? I remember the lectures better the hours hed waste repeating himself and talking to me and... I dont know but fear? Fear may get obedience but... Its like something my religion teacher said "two things get you into heaven fear of god (hell?) and love of god" and thats not the sort of god I want in my life. And... Not engaging? Mom striaght up ignores him. And it makes things worse. Mom pays him attention so hes done faster and will shut up cause she doesnt give a shit about bills or plans or whatever right now shes reading or doing something else and it makes it worse. ... But even though its not that bad. Its ... Insidious and been building over my life.... And... I shouldnt feel like I need to tell my dad to apologise to my mom. My dads been on a kick lately. A sort of ensures they say please and thank you when i run and fetch you know? And prompts mom when she forgets. Or gets mad at her for answering questions for me (when my mouths full) or repeating things for me (because dad wont admit his hearing is fucked even discounting when i dont enunciate) and... Its just the appearance of civility. A joke when he acts like this. To me well. Im just his kid and i live in his house. I can understand it even if i dont like it. But to mom? Wtfo? And i can feel it in my bones. Im going to do or say something. And one of two things will happen. He'll loose it and ill walk to virgina. Or I'll loose it and he'll talk me into feeling like shit for being unreasonable instead of approaching him calmly and talking to him like hes a reasonable person you can have discussions and offer feedback to. And... Either way I'm wrong and it'll be my fault. My fault everythings falling appart. A stupid childish fear but... I really dont think things would be this bad if I was where I should be. Done with school semi financially stable if not independent... Obedient and well adjusted and behaved. If I had been good - not perfect but just good. not ruining everything and giving up and avoiding constantly and not telling the truth and not saying anything until everything was ruined - my entire life things wouldnt have been this bad. Contrary wise it feels like Im being pushed into this. That the status quo is no longer quo despite my best efforts to keep everything the same and that its his fault... Or maybe i just finally woke up amd realized that the status quo isnt okay and now i wish i was ignorant because with knowledge comes responsibility and I dont want my family to hate me. And i dont want to hate them Im sorry. Just not done being upset apparently.