#Leaking SSH

[darnell-la]

What about if Logan made his partner squirt but they have never done that before and are pretty innocent and inexperienced so they are embarrassed initially thinking they peed or something?

summary: Logan comforts the reader in this story, making it known that if anything “nasty” happens, he won’t judge her.

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It��ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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“Ssh, baby, just relax,” Logan whispered in his girlfriend’s ear after he slipped his tip through her entrance. “L-Lo,” y/n cried low at the instant stretch he gave her. Pleasure and pain shocked her whole body.

“It’s okay, baby, I know I’m a bit different than the others,” Logan spoke about his size as he continued pushing into the girl, looking into her glossy eyes as she tried her best to keep in her whine.

“That’s it, bub,” y/n finally took him all. “S-Slow please,” y/n begged, making the man nod. “Of course, baby,” Logan said as he slowly pulled back before pushing back in.

Y/n threw her head back with a cry, trying to take his size, but it was a new deal for her. This was her first time taking Logan, and he was so much bigger than the rest.

“Doin’ good, baby,” Logan assured the girl as her hands wrapped around his neck, trying to keep herself together. He smiled down at y/n, loving her reaction to him making love to her for the first time.

“Oh god,” Y/n said in an alarming tone. “What’s wrong, baby?” Logan asked, still thirsting as he rubbed her cheek. “I-I don’t know,” y/n whined as she clenched around the man, trying to hold in what was trying to come out.

“F-Fuck, baby, don’t do that. Gonna make cum faster than I want to,” Logan said, but she wouldn’t stop. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to stop this wonderful moment, but she swore she was about to pee.

“G-Got go to the bathroom, Logan. G-Get up,” y/n stuttered as she pushed at the man’s shoulders, but he wouldn’t get up. “Hey, hey, that's normal. You’re gonna cum, baby,” Logan said, trying to teach her about her own body as her heartbeat rose.

“P-Please, Logan,” y/n cried low, feeling her legs shake. “Just let it go, baby. Let it go,” Logan leaned over the girl's face as he placed his hands on both of her cheeks, rubbing at her tears.

“Logan,” y/n cried again as her nails dug into his shoulders and her cunt squeezed around him tightly. “That’s it, y/n, that’s it,” Logan repeatedly said as she came, soaking his lower body and bed.

“S-Stop,” y/n cried, not knowing what was coming, but it was too late. Y/n released around Logan with a loud cry as he sped up his thrust, snapping his waist to feel her body jolt.

“Oh, god, baby — So fuckin’ good,” Logan leaned into the girl's neck, feeling his own orgasm around the corner. Y/n has never come this fast. She’s never even squirted before.

Logan usually lasts a long time, but this was the first time he’s had sex with y/n. This was a different lust he was feeling, and he couldn’t hold back how much he wanted to fill her up.

“L-Lo,” y/n’s mouth parted as she continuously squeezed his cock and still leaking around him. “I just know you taste good, baby. I fuckin’ know it,” the man growled, cock pumping into her smoother, now that she’s all soaked and dripping.

“S-Sorry,” y/n said low, embarrassed, and not processing that Logan felt amazing. “Don’t apologize, baby. I know it hurts, just relax and take it. Almost there,” Logan groaned in the girl's chest.

“I’m s-sorry,” y/n cried out again as she moved around the man for the second time. “Augh, that's it. That’s it, baby,” Logan’s hips stuttered as his cock twitched in the young lady.

Y/n talked with Logan before they did this, telling him they should use a condom, but he told her he’d pull out.

Now that he sees how fucked out she is, he could take his chances to fill her up without her fully knowing.

“F-Fuck, baby,” Logan moaned as he bit down on her neck. Logan spilled into his girlfriend, filling her up as she whined beneath him.

In her head, she was scared that the man’s seed ran through her wall, but she was too fucked out to speak and tell him. She slightly didn’t care anymore. The pleasure through her body felt too good.

Logan continued his slow thrusts for a few more seconds before pulling out of her, groaning at the feeling of the last seconds in her walls, and the sight of her leaking all that he gave.

“You did good, baby, don’t cry,” Logan said as he finally looked into y/n’s eyes. “Hey, hey, c’mon, baby. I get you couldn’t take it, but it’s okay,” Logan felt scared that he probably took it too far.

“B-But I peed!” Y/n covered her face and curled in their bed, feeling dirty and nasty. “Baby, you didn’t pee — You came?” Logan said, confused.

“Baby, are you okay? Is something bothering you or on your mind?” He asked as he lay next to yo/n and pulled her into him.

“No, I just- That was embarrassing,” y/n sniffed. “Y/n, have you never quirted before?” Logan asked as he softly lifted her head so she could look at him.

“No,” y/n said low, making the man chuckle. “Baby, that was it,” Logan rubbed her cheek, wiping away her tears. “What? Oh, I- Oh,” y/n said, feeling instant release.

“And even if you did pee on me, I wouldn’t judge. Only means I fuck you good,” y/n whispered in her ear before pecking her cheek.

[shaisuki]

📌 day twenty-one: sex pollen + nanami kento

with every step, the world seems to spin more around him.

he needs to have the treatment of whatever he was feeling. the weather wasn't hot that day as the weather forecast had predicted but why was his clothes feels warmer around him and why does his heart beat seems to run a mile and sweat trickling down his forehead.

the mark behind his palm, just above the knuckles is a splotchy tint of pink similar to a stain of spilled wine. extending to his arm that is hidden by his shirt, his silver watch glinting in the light. there's also the unmistakable heat pooling in his stomach. one that he's familiar with. it was beginning to bother him at this point.

“nanami?” a voice called out to him and it was an angel's voice he must be hearing. it could be and it belongs to you.

why you must appear at this time. looking so regal and ethereal and looking like you're a sculpture of a greek artist that had come to life. the light from the sunny weather outside glares at you and it place you on the spot with the light acting like halo above your head. you must be angel and before he can control his actions. he crashes his lips into yours.

groping whatever skin he can touch and reach. reveling in the softness and squishiness of your flesh that feels like clay for him to mold and smooth against his touch.

he was tainted with lust that he didn't think of the aftermath and what's little of self control went to you. you were a little bit shocked at what just happened and nanami was already apologizing. his cheeks flushed like he had been drinking.

“i'm sorry. i didn't i was thinking.” he says but his words are contradiction to his actions. he was still glued to you. hands roaming all over your supple body. “i just need you.” it was the influence of the curse that was talking but it was real. part of it was coming from him. the whole thing.

the heady scent of your perfume mixing with your won sends him teetering over the edge and all he wants is to bite you and taste you on his tongue.

the blonde got you trapped in his grip. “i'm sorry. i promise i'll make it up to you.” he says in between groans and he's already lifting you up. spreading your legs to place himself between them. you have no choice in this but to take what he's about to give.

despite the neediness growing in his pants. arousal evident with the painful bulge. he made sure to kiss you. savor the open mouthed kisses that leaves you gasping and mewling for him. “fucking beautiful.” he curses under his breath. tugging down at your pants and revealing the mound of your fat cunt.

it only took him a quick zip of his pants and it's pooling in his knees. pulling down his boxers. his cock springing free. leaking with beads of cum. awaiting for the relief that was supposed to ease it.

“just bare with me.” he whispers. pulling you into a kiss. repeatedly tapping the tip of his cock to your clothed panties before pushing them aside to accommodate his length that is being painful as the minute goes by. a groan escaped his lips. the strands of blonde hair sticking in sweat to his forehead.

“ssh.” he shushes you as he slowly puts his hardened length to your awaiting heat. “you're so good around me baby.” rubbing soft circles to your soft thighs to distract you from the pain of his cock intruding your cunt.

he kissed your round cheeks again and again and then to your lips before delving his tongue past beyond your lip and then his tongue is exploring whatever part he can touch before sucking your tongue. leaving you drooling and lewdly moaning at his ministrations.

he grinds his pelvis against hers. his cock rubbing all over her sweet spot and that made his cock throb and pulse. he's not going to last and with a groan. his lips still attached to your mouth he cummed. spilling his seed and painting your walls white with his spent. a pleasurable relief sending shivers up his spine.

it was only temporary, the effects of the curse that hit him hasn't fully gone down and added by the addicting taste of you and your body being made for him. he won't be calming any time soon.

by the time that you both are covered in each other's arousal you were still both fucking each other's brain out and nanami made sure after this, he will pamper you. spoil you after this.

[thesassypadawan]

Can't Sleep (Padawan Anakin x MasterFemReader)

Summary: Your sweet baby boy had a nightmare and comes to you for ‘comfort’…in hopes having some better dreams.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because of all the lovely smut. Good old fashion fun, mommy kink, and Ani’s big dick. Padawan Ani is of age (18).

Notes: A continuation of Nice Little Chat! ❤️

It all started earlier that night. You were lying on your sleep couch, enjoying some ‘quality’ time. When you heard the sound of the door hissing open…and a knowing smile crossed your face.

Aside from yourself, only one other person had the code for your quarters. Someone who was adorable and sweet…bratty and brash. Someone who you certainly weren’t opposed to joining you. “Baby…can’t sleep again?”

Propping up on your elbows, turning the light on with a careless wave of your hand. You’re met by the precious, erotic sight of Anakin. Hair tousled, pout on his face. Cloak slipping off his broad shoulders. Favorite blanket in tow and…raging erection sticking out through the opening of his loincloth, standing tall and proud.

“Had a nightmare,” he sniffled. Brows knitted together, chewing on his bottom lip. Completely oblivious (or not caring) to his current predicament. “Can I stay with you?”

“Of course,” you cooed. Grateful for the blanket’s cover as you subtly removed your fingers from your soaked core. “You know you’re always welcome. Come here, cuddle up with mommy…let her make it all better.”

Needing no more coaxing, he happily obliged. Hurriedly climbing under the covers and snuggling into your side. Larger body winding around you; cock pressing against your bare thigh. Smearing and leaking pre, whimpering softly every now and then…until he lulled himself to sleep.

At least, that’s what it seemed…

It’s so gentle, you chalk Ani’s little humps up to him finally having a VERY good dream. However, when they begin to grow faster and more erratic. Breath starts to come out in small puffs. An overwhelming sense of arousal floods the bond. And you knew all too well…

Shifting in his hold, your hand followed the lines of his toned chest and abdomen. Finding and cupping, squeezing his length gently; eliciting a tiny groan. “Mmmh, need some extra help settling in?”

“Please,” he whined. Rubbing himself into your palm, desperately seeking more friction. All the while looking at you with those big, blue eyes; the slightest dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Pretty please.”

Lips ghosted over his ear, fingers tugged at and loosened his wrappings. “Ssh, it’s okay…” Freeing him, nudging him onto his back. “I'll help you out…”

Wearing a playful smirk, you clamber on top. Straddling, running his fat tip through your slick covered folds. Guiding it towards, having it barely kiss your aching core. “Relax and let me take care of everything.” Before slipping him in with a flick of the hips and a low hiss.

Slowly, you rocked back and forth; bouncing, using just the right amount of force. Causing Anakin to squirm so beautifully, so cutely beneath you. That it had you practically purring in delight. “How’s that, my handsome boy?”

Big hands gripped your sides. Pillowy flesh spilling out from between his fingers as he dug in. Head tilting, rosy lips parting. The most precious pants and moans escaping him. “Hnng…feel…feel…”

“Good?” A giggle bubbled out and you grinded down harder in response. Taking his cock deeper, allowing it to bully and hit your cervix. Sparks of pleasure erupting, walls fluttering. “That’s what I like to hear.”

His pupils were blown wide, gaze unfocused. You could feel him twitching, tensing up. “Now, why don’t you cum for me? Pump me nice and full…so we can both have a lovely rest.”

If your words weren’t incentive enough, the way you clamped and clenched around Ani was…

Letting out a darling, little growl he came completely undone. His warm, sticky seed coated your insides. While you greedily milked him for every last drop…rode him steadily through his orgasm. Turning him into a babbling, mewling mess. “More…more…”

“Later, I promise.” Leaning forward, you brushed your lips across his. Capturing them in a brief, tender kiss. “It's time for bed.”

“Fine.” A sleepy smile formed at the corners of his mouth and his arms suddenly engulfed your waist. Abruptly rolling onto his side, taking you along…dick still buried. “Later.”

As he nuzzled his face into your hair, you could hear his breathing evening out. Feel him relax against you, mumbling ‘love yous’ over and over again. And… your heart melted.

Sure, you didn't cum. Small price to pay for Ani to have much better dreams the remainder of the night…Good start to his morning…and yours…

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @cacti5539, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen

[lalunanymph]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊

꒰ or, gojo decides to spend a bit more time with you in the morning before duty calls ꒱

tw. mentions of babies, unprotected sexy times, gojo is a simp but so are you for him, mild spoilers for jjk 236, pre shibuya arc (like literally the day before halloween), language, established relationship, petnames (baby, pumpkin, sweetheart), 2.3k words worth of FLUFF (copium) because we all need it after the jjk leaks (sob)

Gojo never believed in angels, but he liked to believe that you were an exception.

Like those celestial beings, you came to him in the nick of time when he was the most self-destructive after losing his best friend to a spiralling, cursed madness. You had bumped into him one day during his excursion downtown; your sugary sweet smile coupled with your honest, open expression drew him in and the rest, as they say—is history.

You see, the great Gojo Satoru rarely had anyone genuine in life and the one time he did, he had lost his entire boyhood and innocence within a year. 

“Satoru?” 

You shifted in his arms, knocking him out of his dark thoughts.

It was the night before Halloween, and while the world was getting ready to celebrate everything fantastical and spooky, Gojo wanted to take a moment to enjoy this little slice of normalcy with you by his side. 

“Yes, pumpkin?” Satoru’s voice was woozy, thick with sleep. 

He had barely slept since he was a teenager, but in your bed, he had always knocked out like a baby. 

The strongest sorcerer felt your tiny fingers in his hair, and could sense the warmth of your smile directed at him. 

“It’s almost eight.” 

He scrunched his nose, a pout worming onto his plush lips. “And?” 

Patiently, you exhaled out a sigh. “And you have to go to school to teach? Did you forget?”

For a split second, Gojo thought he could’ve teared up. Your innocence and your insistence wrangled his emotions out of tune; how you believed he was a simple high school teacher when he wasn’t even remotely normal. 

“I can step in a bit later, sweetheart.” 

He wasn’t used to this—emotions. Gojo was notorious for figuratively and literally putting a wall up between himself and the world. He never thought someone would ever break them down and pull him out into the light, all while wearing the prettiest smile. 

“Hmm,” you hummed, and shifted closer to snuggle up deeper into his embrace. “Then, I guess we can spare a few more minutes.”

Even with his physical eyes closed and his Six Eyes technique not activated, he could imagine the cheekiness lighting up your expression. 

“My, my, what are you suggesting, pumpkin?” 

Gojo felt your lips in the hollow of his neck, and his smirk deepened. 

“Satoru…”

It was the little things about you that could turn him on. Gojo Satoru didn’t need fancy lingerie, or a candlelit dinner for his heart (and cock) to swoon over you. Everything from your voice to your scent had the power to make him weak in the knees, and he couldn’t deny you, especially when you sound this needy and breathy. 

Prying his eyes open, he was greeted by the bare curve of your spine peeking from underneath the quilted blanket. The familiar shape of it soothed his worries and reminded him that you were here—you were still alive and willing to love him. 

“C’mere, pumpkin.” Gojo dragged you on top of his body, letting you splay out all over his chest and thighs. 

Your hair fell into your face and you impatiently huffed it out of your eyes, giving him a mock glare. 

“Satoru—”

“Ssh,” he whispered, holding your cheeks in his larger, paler hands, as if he were a jeweller studying a diamond under bright light. “I wanna see you.” 

“I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet.”

“That’s the best part.”

“You’re gross.” 

All this banter was getting him hard, and he fought back the urge to snicker. “Hmm. What else am I, pumpkin?” 

Scrunching your brow, you searched through your mind to find another adjective or set of words which would describe Gojo Satoru. But, whatever you said next exceeded his expectations. 

“You’re complicated.” 

Without missing a beat, Gojo snorted. “Complicated? How?” 

You pondered over it, and he gave you space to ruminate.

“You’re…” you trailed off, pink manicured nail tapping his broad pec. “You hide yourself from the world—that’s the best I can describe it.” 

He opened his mouth, but you beat him to the punch, over-explaining yourself. 

“No—wait. I meant like, you only show the world what you want them to see. You’re funny, you’re outspoken and fun… but, I feel like there’s a part of you that deserves to also be seen in the light, y’know? A part you think people will judge you for, but it’s completely understandable to have that part because you’re human.”

I’m not, he thought, but kept the words to himself. I’m not human enough for you. 

Instead, he plastered on a huge grin. “Look at you getting all philosophical in the morning. The sex must’ve been pretty good last night, huh?” 

You rolled your eyes, discreetly grabbing your pillow and smacking his stupid, handsome face with it. Gojo yelped, trying to avoid your blows, but made you believe you were faster than him. The white-haired sorcerer retaliated by grabbing another pillow and hitting you in the chest with it, appreciating how your tits jiggled and your stomach folded forward in peals of giggles. 

Your laughter echoed across the walls, bouncing lovingly in the recesses of his brain. He loved how wild and free you looked now—hair flying, cheeks flushed and eyes softened with contentment. 

Gojo couldn’t help himself; he gripped your hips, pushing you back onto the bed and nestled himself in between your thighs.

You had to know this would happen—how could it not?

You looked too damn beautiful and sexy for him to resist, and Gojo was a weak, weak man after all. 

“Satoru—” your hitched breath melts into a moan, back arching at the sensation of his cock sliding through your folds. They were still sticky from last night’s activities; blooming open for this morning’s debauchery.

“Yeah?” he murmured, those crystal blue eyes drowning with love. “You want this?” 

You give a needy, little nod in response. 

“Fuck, gonna give it to you, baby.” 

Gojo flushed with pride at how you tilted your hips upwards, murmuring a teary little yelp that smoothed out a honeyed moan when he pushed the first inch inside of you. 

“Almost there, pumpkin. You can take it, sweetheart, I know you can.” His voice oozed with saccharine sympathy, but those devilish eyes spoke another truth. 

You nodded, wanting to be a good girl for him—the best girl. 

“Nngh, yes, Satoru—oh!” 

Gojo bottomed out with a low groan, feeling your walls ripple around his throbbing length. Your chest was flushed with need, your glassy eyes half-mast and drinking in his twisted grin. 

“Fuck… so good… feels too good…” 

Satoru moaned like a man lost in a drunken stupor. He felt every ridge and bump of your precious insides; every nudge of his tip catching against your g-spot. With you, Gojo didn’t have to pretend or put his walls up; he was bare and open to the world, vulnerable for the first time in his life. 

It was terrifying in the most twisted way, gratifying in a beautiful one.

You made all these feelings bloom in his chest, like the first flower breaking through frozen ground after a torrid winter. Every time Satoru thought the world had wrung him dry, here was an angel that showed him there was more to life than being the strongest and the most self-sacrificing. In your embrace, he was wanted, cherished.

Loved. 

Satoru choked back a sob at the thought, and it came out as a low moan. 

“Fuck, Y/N… mine. All mine. All of me…”

He hid his face into your hair, inhaling the sweet strawberry shampoo wafting from your locks. It reminded him so much of innocence; of home. 

Satoru was home whenever he was with you.

Gojo had made love to you a hundred times before, but this time, it felt different. The air was tainted with a strange sense of desperation, like you both wanted to mark each other up as best as you both could. 

You left red lines down his back which would swell into welts and he was desirous enough to catch his teeth into your soft skin, right under your jaw, sucking and making his mark there. 

He grasped your hips, bracing back on his haunches. In this position, he could clearly see his cock easing in and out of you, drenched in your slick and desperation. 

“Satoru,” you hiccuped, and Gojo’s brilliant blue eyes widened behind his frosty white bangs when you started to rub shaky circles onto your clit. 

“Fuck,” he exhaled, using one hand to push back the hair from his face. The sight of his handsome yet flushed features was so unbearably hot, you involuntarily clenched down on him. “Wish you could see me the way I see you—you’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.” 

Coming from someone who could rival Adonis himself, this comment was gold. A trembling giggle bubbled past your swollen lips, and you swore you could've loved Gojo Satoru for a thousand lifetimes to come. 

“Y-you’re one to talk.” 

His plump lips stretched into a grin, your words stroking his ego.

“Eh? Wait, I didn’t hear you. Say that again.” 

Covering your face with the pillow you squeaked out a muffled, “No!” Satoru laughed, pulling the pillow from your grasp and fixing you with a gooey, lovesick look.

“What did you say about my face, hmm? Maybe if you say it again, I’ll fuck you harder.” 

The promise was tempting enough for you to drop your guard down and give into him. “I… I think you’re handsome, ‘Toru.” 

“Yeah?” he picked up the pace, and the sound of his balls slapping your skin would have made a pornstar blush. “Wanna have babies that look like me?” 

Your mouth fell open into an ‘O’, the sudden shift in speed making you light-headed. “Ngh, ‘T-Toru…” 

“Fuck, seeing you with a little white-haired munchkin—swear I’m gonna make it my life’s mission, baby.” 

Stop talking, you silently pleaded. Or else I’ll hold you to that promise. 

Gripping his face, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, one which set off fireworks in your brain and fizzled down your spine to where you were intimately connected with Gojo. 

“I love you, Satoru,” you whispered, once you let him surface for air.

Gojo gasped lightly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he felt you melt all around him. “Oh, shit—”

Like a blinding white light, your orgasm stole every last coherent thought from you—slamming into you like a heavy down blanket which smothered out your desire to take this relationship slow with Gojo. 

You couldn’t hold him back when every piece of you screamed his name. You wanted to belong to him as much as he belonged to you. 

“‘Toru!”

Satoru felt you tense up, every muscle in your body on edge like you were about to jump down a high cliff. He fucked you through the build-up, watching you crumble and fall apart right at his feet so he could put you back together and love you even harder. 

The tightened knot in his belly snapped, and he instinctively raised his hips to pull out, only to be stopped by your ankles strapping around his slim waist.

“Inside,” you cried out, the most beautiful, feral look of lust on your face. “Inside of me, ‘Toru.” 

How could he deny you? Satoru was a slave to your fancies; he would move heaven and earth at your request because you cried out his name and told him to. After all, being the strongest in the world meant nothing without someone’s love to back it up. 

Love is—was—the most twisted curse of all, and Satoru would prefer to be damned for an eternity than to live without your love ever again. 

He poured his entire heart and soul deep into your womb, hitching your thighs onto his shoulders and pounding into your poor, filled pussy with everything he had. Somewhere, in the far side of his brain, he registered that you had come again—your tight shoulders and sweet squeak floating through his hazy mind. 

Satoru cried out your name like he was calling out to the heavens for a blessing, and they gave him an angel in return who cradled him in her arms, pressing his sweaty cheek into her chest. 

The both of you took a few moments to come down from the high, and you cursed the morning for becoming brighter; for the light to take him away when you wanted to share the darkness with him again. 

It was where you felt the safest with him; you knew that Satoru would destroy any harm coming your way. 

“Baby?” 

“Hmm,” he hummed.

“How long would your work trip be?” 

“Ah,” Gojo closed his eyes, basking in the warmth for a little while longer. “About a few days. It’s that stupid Shibuya teacher conference.” 

He heard you breathe out a laugh at his petulance. “Will you come back in time so we can go try that Thai restaurant down the street? You promised to take me there ages ago.”

Satoru had to hide a laugh at your whiny request, but he could never deny it. 

“Of course, baby. Scouts honour.”

“That you’ll come back home on time, or that we’ll go there for our next date night?” 

Satoru winced at the sunlight streaming in, wishing he could pull the blinds close and lay with you in bed for a little while longer; that the universe didn’t demand for him to show up in the form of such a piercing, bright nuisance. But, he ignored the burden and duty that waited for him outside of these sheets, choosing to spend this moment of peace with you.

There would be no need to rush, and such a moment of peace like this was hard to come by in his life. 

Fuck it, he thought. The world would continue spinning and even the strongest needs a moment to be weak. 

“Both,” he promised.

“I’ll come back to you, baby. You know I always do.” 

gege when i see you on the streets it’s on sight

[eastbubble]

you and 09!ghost were never really on good terms, things were always frosty and cold between you two. missions kind of connected you guys but that was notning special, it was the same with everyone else on the team so you wouldn’t really consider that extraordinary.. until something happened.

the location was already bad enough — georgian - russian border, what a blessing. a part of the task force was supposed to clear the house hidden in the woods in hopes of finding makarov as this was one of his possible hiding places. you could only hope for the best.

the mission didn’t turn out to be a success, though. the area was cleared and you shot what felt like hundreds of soliders, yet there was no sign nor trace of the man that the whole world was looking for — vladimir makarov. roach was downstairs copying the files from the central computer he found there, but it was taking extremely long and you just couldn’t help but start exploring the house out of boredom.

your heavy gear was sticking to your body like a soaked towel, your body sweaty from all the stress that was put on you. the wooden floor was creaking under your military-issue boots that were so uncomfortable on your feet after such a long day. however, after a while, you heard the sound of another pair of boots knocking against the probably rotten wood, making you turn your head and look up. ghost. it’s ghost.

“impressive. you did really good,” he mumbled under his breath, though he didn’t seem like he was actually serious. to be honest, you didn’t even know what he sounded like when he was dead serious. the balaclava on his face always somehow filtered the tone of his voice and you couldn’t guess what could be going on in his mind.

and the next thing you remember is him pushing you against the wall and slamming his lips against yours, the fabric of the skull-print balaclava obviously being in the way. both of your saliva made a little spot on the soft cotton, and what a funny touch because you imagined your panties looking the same — with a silly little wet spot on it. he held you tightly under your butt with one arm, your back against the wall so it would be easier for him to keep you up in the air.

just like that, he was already reaching down to your panties. unzipping your pants with shaky, gloved fingers as he seemed incredibly desperate. he circled the wet spot on your undies, outlining it with the tip of his finger as a horrible excuse of foreplay. just moments later he was in his pants too, needily taking his rock-hard cock out of his boxer briefs and not wasting any time to pull the fabric covering your pretty cunt aside, almost immediately sliding into you.

it was really weird that he didn’t say anything. it all just happened and it was weird. you laid you head into the crook of his neck, fingers gripping the gray wool-ish texture of his pullover. at first he only slid in with his flared tip but then seconds later he pushed more of his length in, letting you feel the raw veins on his slightly curved length. he was huge and you were sure that he would hit your cervix the moment he bottomed out inside you — and that was why you began protesting with soft little sounds coming out of your mouth, tiny and silent moans of his rank slipping out. not ghost nor simon, not even riley. you felt ashamed that the only thing coming out of your mouth was just “lieutenant, please..”

“ssh, we don’t want roach to hear you downstairs, do we?” he asked almost silently, but you could tell that he was holding back a few gruff grunts too, judging from the way he breathed. “do we, sergeant?”

“no. no, no. but it’s so-“ and you had to swallow the rest of your sentence down because of how you could almost feel his tip leaking inside you with every word you painfully uttered out. it was messy and sticky, the lewd sounds your pussy kept making were basically reverbating off the walls. and it was all dripping down into your panties, small droplets sliding along your slit and soaking into the thin fabric. “nasty..”

“fuck..”

and as soon as he mumbled that curse out, you heard a pair of boots againts the wooden floor — one that sounded identical to your and ghost’s ones. shit. shit!

looking over ghost’s shoulder you had to blink thrice to confirm that what you saw was indeed real. roach stood there in the doorway like a deer in the headlights, his goggles pushed atop of his tactical helmet as you could physically see his adam’s apple bob from how hard he gulped. he held a few papers and an usb memory stick in his hands, fingers shaking as he slightly raised it up in to the air. “it’s- it’s done, sir-“

[prettykittycastle]

Watching a “Movie”

Summary: Shuri and the reader have a fun sleepover. 

(The reader is AFAB and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is preferably black.)

(Content Warning: Pussy eating, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms)

It was rare that Shuri would leave her lab early and call it a night. Every now and then her and some friends of the family would decide to have a sleepover and they would spend all night doing whatever they want as long as it was only in her room and they promised that they wouldn't be too loud. Tonight was one of those nights, but instead of the usual group, it was just you and Shuri. You and her had an unspoken attraction that had been going on ever since you two were children, but never acted upon it. But something changed tonight. The usual lingering stares you two threw at each other seemed to last longer tonight than it did before. Subtle touches between you two not only lasted longer but they sparked a fire between you both that couldn't be put out. It wasn't until you two had decided to go to her room and watch a movie that you both had done something about this attraction.

You had took your usual spot beside her bed on the floor with your sleeping bag and pillow, but before you could get comfortable, she had stopped you. You had a feeling that something might happen between you two the minute she invited you to lay in her bed beside her, but you ignored it. Which is how you ended up like this: trying to keep quiet and not alarm the Dora Milaje guard outside her door, while she ate your pussy like it was the best meal ever made.

"Shuri," you gasped her name, feeling her tongue flick at your clit before giving it a quick suck. You squeezed her bedsheets between your fingers and bit your lip, hoping to keep quiet.

"Ssh, love. Let me taste you," she whispered before lapping at your pussy.

She used one hand to hold your lips open and ran her tongue up and down your center, lapping at you like a dog licking up water. She used her other hand to hold on to your thigh, keeping it from meeting the other one.

"Oh my god," you moaned loudly, closing your eyes, feeling the warm sensation inside of you quickly get hotter and hotter with each lap of Shuri's tongue.

"Ssshh," she shushed you again, pulling away from you.

You opened your eyes and looked down your body to see Shuri looking up at you with a teasing smile, her braids falling around her face and her lips shining with your juices. Just the sight of her mouth shining like that made another moan leave your mouth and you lifted your hips, trying to push your pussy back towards her mouth.

"(Y/N)," she said your name, the hand on your thigh moving up to push you back down on the bed. "You mustn't be loud, or the Dora Milaje will come in."

It took you a second to register what she said, your mind and body only focused on having her mouth back on you. "Okay, okay," you said, nodding your head.

Seeing you nod, she moved her hand back to your thigh, holding on to it tightly, while she brought her other hand to your pussy.

The teasing smile on her face grew as she lowered her head back down to you. You furrowed your brows, wondering why she smiled like that and suddenly you understood why and you quickly let go of her bedsheet and covered your mouth to hold in your moan as you felt her tongue begin circling your clit. Oh fuck, I'm finna cum, you thought, the warm sensation getting hotter from every circle of her tongue. You could feel more of your juices leaking out of you and running down to your ass onto the bed and you hoped for a second that Shuri wouldn't mind you making you such a mess on her bed when you felt the sudden pushing of her finger into your entrance, going all the way in, knuckle deep.

"Mmm," you moaned behind your hand, your pussy squeezing her finger and soaking it with more juices.

"You're close," she lifted her head and asked.

You nodded your head silently, not trusting yourself to move your hand and form an actual response.

Lowering her face back down to your center she placed her lips around your clit and sucked you, moaning into you.

The vibration of her moan almost pushed you over the edge and you lifted your hips, wanting to grind against her face, but she wouldn't let you and gave your thigh a light slap, warning you to be still, before returning it back to its previous spot, holding you.

"Ssshuri," you whispered and hissed her name, wanting to tell her that you were almost there. "Shuri, I'm almost-"

You stopped mid-sentence, your eyes almost closing as Shuri began moving her finger inside of you, curling it so the tip would hit and stroke your inner walls.

Another moan, accompanied by her sucking you and twisting her finger brought you over the edge and the warmth that had been building inside of you took hold of your body and mind.

"Aaah!" You couldn't help the cry that slipped out of your mouth as the waves of your orgasm rocked your body. What made it worse was Shuri. She didn't stop sucking on your clit as you came and she didn't remove her finger from inside you, not that she would be able to as your walls squeezed it too tightly. No matter how much your hips rose and try to move away, she wouldn't stop moaning and sucking your clit, quickly overstimulating you.

"Shuri, stop," you begged, removing your hand from your mouth and trying to push her face away, but she held onto your thigh and continued to suck.

"Oh my god," you moaned loudly again as you felt the tingling sensation of another orgasm rushing up. "Please, please."

You made the mistake of looking down and made eye-contact with Shuri as she began sucking even harder on your clit and twisted her finger inside of you again. The sight alone was enough to make you cum again and this time you couldn't hold back the scream that escaped your throat, wringing loud in the room.

"Princess," you heard the guard outside her room say from outside.

Shuri quickly pulled away from your clit and answered,"I am fine."

You laid your head back on Shuri's pillow and closed your eyes, letting your orgasm wash over you now that Shuri had stopped.

"The queen wants to speak with you."

You were just feeling the effects of the orgasm slowly begin to fade when suddenly you registered that Shuri's finger was still inside of you, and worse, she was slowly thrusting in and out of you.

"I'm a little busy right now," You heard her respond back, before you felt a second finger join hers, slightly stretching you and you let out a whimper at the feel of it.

Quickly, Shuri placed her hand over your mouth and you opened your eyes to see her face above yours, her body leaning over yours, and you quickly recognized the look of hunger in her eyes.

"The queen wants to know-"

Her fingers began thrusting in and out of you faster, your juices making it easy for her. Your already overstimulated pussy began tingling again, and you couldn't help but grab onto her shoulder silently urging her to slow down as the heat inside of you was quickly building up again.

"-why you have left the lab."

A loud, wet, squelching sound was heard in the room as her fingers fucked you faster, your juices beginning to leak more and more out of you and wet her bed further. The moans you let out behind her hand was quickly rising in volume the more she fingerfucked you. You knew this next orgasm was going to be stronger than the first two and you already felt your mind beginning to glaze over the closer to the edge you got.

"Be a good slut and cum for me again," she demanded, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Her words and her fingers fucking you pushed you over the edge and with a cry muffled by her hand, you came around her fingers, your juices soaking not only her bedsheets but her hand as well.

"Princess," the guard said again, but this time Shuri didn't answer her back, continuing to finger you through your orgasm, overstimulating you so much that small tears began to fall from your eyes and you lifted the hand on her shoulder to push her away.

There was a look of cockiness in her eyes as she leaned away from and slowly pulled her fingers out of you. When she finally removed her hand from your mouth, you were letting out little whimpers, your legs shaking from your orgasms. Looking down at you, Shuri couldn't help the smirk that appeared on her face as you continued to whimper and hold a look of absolute pleasure.

She brought her soaked fingers up to her mouth and ran her tongue up and down them, then her palm, moaning at your taste. Should I fuck her again in the morning, she wondered, eyeing your pussy and the juices still leaking from you.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her doorknob being turned and she quickly threw her cover over your body, knowing you were too exhausted to do it yourself, and hurried over to the door, unlocking and opening it to see the guard looking at her with suspicion.

"Yes?"

"The queen wants to see you, Princess Shuri."

"Yes, okay. Let's go." She stepped outside her room and closed the door behind her, locking it.

"What about (Y/N)," the guard asked.

"She's tired. If she asks, let her know that I am with my mother."

~

"Mother, did you want to see me?" Shuri asked walking into the throne room to find her mother waiting on her.

When the queen heard Shuri, she turned around and looked relieved. "Yes, I noticed you left the lab early, but I hadn't heard of the girls being with you."

"No, it is only (Y/N) tonight."

"A sleepover?" The Queen asked, but her tone was different.

Shuri heard the change in her mother's tone, but chose to ignore it and nodded her head.

"Where's she now?"

"In my room. She's tired."

The queen was quiet for a second and looked at her with a look that made Shuri nervous.

"The guard said she heard noises coming from inside."

The nervousness inside Shuri quickly rose but she tried to not show it on her face. "We were watching a movie."

"A movie?" She asked, her tone and her face showing her disbelief.

Nodding her head, Shuri looked at her and tried to ignore the look on her mother's face.

"Well, make sure you two don't 'watch movies' all night long," she smirked knowingly at her daughter, making Shuri's cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"Yes, mother, we won't," Shuri quickly said, turning and beginning to rush out of the throne room when she heard her mother speak again.

"And keep it down. You don't want others to hear your 'movie'."

Shuri's cheeks burned hotter at her mother's words and she hurried out of the room to see you.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

xx 𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕖: 𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟 xx

xx Because it's hot girl summer 24/7 I decided to write a bunch of one shots inspired by some favs on my personal playlist. I hope ya'll enjoy reading! xx

Pairing: boyfriend!bang chan x chubby!fem! reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend have a spicy moment in your hotel room. Good thing for your knees, the carpet's soft.

Genre: smut

Word Count: 656

Warnings: daddy chan, oral sex (m receiving), rough face fucking, swallowing, messy orgasm, breathing gets a little dodgy for a minute there sis, pet names (baby, good girl), hair pulling, masturbation (reader), & that's it but lmk if anything's missing

"I don't wanna spit. I wanna gulp. I wanna gag. I wanna choke. I want you to touch that lil dangly thing that swing at the back of my throat" - Cardi B "WAP"

Your thighs, as sweet and fluffy as freshly made marshmallows, close around your hand. Trembling fingers roll over your swollen clit, juices dripping down your thighs, pooling at your knees. If only you could see yourself right now. See how gorgeous you are naked in the middle of this hotel room. Your plump figure partially silhouetted against the open windows. Mindlessly stroking your pussy in pursuit of pleasure too desperate to keep a consistent rhythm.

You can't see it but Chan can and it has his head spinning to the point that he should probably be concerned for himself. He hasn't broken eye contact with you since you kneeled down in front of him, parting your soft lips to welcome his thick, rigid cock into your mouth. Your eyes shimmer in the light of the moon, watering each time the handsome man presses against the back of your throat.

You gag, throat muscles constricting as he sinks deeper still. "Ssh" he coos, fingers woven through your hair to guide your movements like his own personal toy, and what a good toy you are. "You're taking it so well, baby---aah" You bring your free hand up, fingers tracing the muscles of his defined stomach. A silent appreciation of his praise and explicit permission to use you however he wishes. With the faintest roll of your tongue against his shaft, his soul's yours.

"Oh fuck" he groans, his head falling back, eyelids cloaking his vision. The tension against your scalp intensifies as he tilts your head back and forth, the mixture of your spit and streams of his precum making it effortless and sinfully satisfying for him to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. The symphony of muffled moans and squeals you're making around his throbbing cock only makes him move faster. Rougher. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, soaking your chin more and more with each thrust of his hips.

The ridges on the roof of your mouth remind him of your pussy. Of course, it'll never be as good. Not even close. But fuck if this isn't a close second. Suddenly restricted of so much air, your body weakens, legs parting to expose your drenched core to the slightly cool air in the room. "Don't stop" he whispers, shoving your other hand down between your legs, "I want you to cum while you choke on this cock. Can you do that for daddy?" Chan slows his pace enough for you to nod your head, two of your fingers curling into your warm slit while the others circle your clit.

Everything happens so fast. It's all hazy and delightful. Tears cloud your eyes, his cock pulsing in your throat like a heartbeat. It's so slippery between your legs. Your wrists are cramping but you want more. You need it. More of Chan. Of yourself. Of everything. The tone of your moans changes. Even with his cock inhibiting the movement of your jaw, he knows that. "Aww, is my good girl gonna cum for me?" he asks, darkened eyes drawn back to yours, eager to drain the light from them.

A whirlwind of pleasure sweeps through you, walls clamping down around your fingers so tightly that you can barely wiggle them. You know your body better than anyone. You hit every single sweet spot to keep yourself strung up in this cloud of euphoria. "Fuck, baby, that's it. So fucking beautiful..." Chan thrusts into you one last time, bringing your pursed lips to his base, flooding your throat, coating your insides all the way down to your plush belly that's still in knots.

He pulls out, his tip spurting cum hot and white down your lush breasts. You could collapse right here and now but he doesn't let you. Chan takes you into his arms, kissing your raw lips, massaging the tension from your smooth, heated skin, whispering praises that have you clenching all over again.

[hyunsvngs]

i NEED your thoughts on fem!hyunjin teaching gf!reader how to masturbate bcs she never really knew how to properly get off before.. oh lord i need this right now

“baby,” hyunjin’s voice is soft when she speaks, but your phone speakers are staticky. “will you get yourself off for mommy? i know i can’t be there, you g’ta do your assignment, but…”

you move your legs on your soft bedding, one hand resting on your tummy. how do you say it? you didn’t know how. once you’d finally had your sexual awakening in university, hyunjin had been there with her long, smooth legs and plush lips that could often coax you into an orgasm just from her words. she was so beautiful, and ever so understanding - you can tell her.

“i…” you begin, voice small. “i’ve never gotten myself off before. i’ve- i’ve tried, but only you’ve made me cum.”

it’s silent, and then hyunjin moans, a quiet noise that could’ve been mistaken for something else if you didn’t know her so well at this point. “oh, honey. do you want me to tell you what to do? teach you how to touch that pussy the same way i do?”

you nod, before you realise she can’t see you. “yes. yeah, i- i wanna learn, for when you’re not here.”

hyunjin hums. “okay, baby. are you wet?”

“yeah,” you affirm, legs shifting again. “been wet since you called, thinkin’ about you.”

“oh, really?” she murmurs, and you hear fabric shifting on her end. “you must be gettin’ desperate, darling. mommy’s touching herself, too. you wanna know what i’m doing, and you can do the same?”

“yes,” you sound desperate, you note, and hyunjin giggles.

“okay. i’ve got two fingers on my clit, baby, just rubbing around the wetness,” she hums, and then you hear a sigh. “feels good. you think you can do that?”

you hum in response, wiggling your sleep shorts down to your ankles. you are wet, you notice, and the cold of the room feels soothing against your swollen, aroused clit. you try to do as she says, holding the phone precariously in a shaking hand and using your spare hand to drag through your folds, smearing your wetness on your clit.

you jolt immediately, whining, and hyunjin giggles. “is that good, baby?”

“yeah, yeah, mommy, it’s- oh, holy-“

“ssh, i know, i know,” she coos, and you hear more fabric rustling. her pace is increasing, you hope, because you’re going to cum from just a few swipes to your aching clit. “do you wanna finger yourself too?”

“god, yes,” you huff, making hyunjin moan at your desperation. you’re quick to push two fingers inside of yourself, curling them without abandon. you’re tight, and your fingers aren’t as long as your girlfriend’s - but it’ll do.

“oh, baby, i can hear how fucking wet you are,” hyunjin groans, and you wish you could see her. she’s probably fucking herself too, now, her dark hair splayed along her pillow like an angel and her teeth digging into one plump lip. her tits are probably even jiggling with the force of her actions. “mommy’s wet too, angel. makin’- fuck, making me think of when you let me scissor you that one time. my clit was gliding everywhere, baby, you were so wet.”

“i- oh, mommy,” you whine, legs thrashing. you’ve managed to get your fingertips pressing into your g-spot, trying to focus on the way hyunjin would do it. you think you’re doing it right, because you’re very close to cumming. “mommy, i think- i think i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah?” hyunjin sighs. “me too, baby. cum for me nice and hard, soak your fingers, and i’ll come fuck you with the strap you like once you’ve finished your assignment. sound good?”

“oh- oh, and please, please, sit on my face-“

hyunjin chuckles, but cuts herself off with a moan. “of course i will, baby. mommy’s gonna cum now, is my angel going to cum too?”

“yeah, yeah, yeah-“ you’re chanting, and hyunjin lets out a desperate moan once more before she’s going quiet. she’s normally quiet during her orgasm, just letting her pussy gush and a smile cross her face. you, however, whine loudly when your walls flutter around your fingers, leaking all the way down to your knuckles from your drippy hole.

“oh,” your chest is heaving, but you try to speak anyway. “um, so. i don’t really care about the assignment anymore, and-“

hyunjin huffs out a laugh, and then she’s cooing. “i’m on my way over, baby.”

[sunoosets]

sunoo x reader

teasing a whiny sunoo<3

warnings!: smutty, sub!sunoo, begging, teasing, handjob, orgasm denial, blowjob, praise kink..enjoy🫶

He always appeared so serene. Cutesy aura and jaw-dropping visuals so stunning. In shows, concerts, online videos. His sweet smile and crescent-shaped eyes. Those lips of his, and his pale, porcelain skin. He was much alike a doll, designed and sculpted by the gods. Every trace along his face so intricately detailed, created to have a lack of imperfections. No cracks in his aspects.

Loved, and wanted by many.

To have him placed beneath you. Splayed out for your eyes, and your touch. Face pretty, while his smooth, warm skin slid against yours. Limbs knotting amidst this sensual dance. A forbidden practice within the studio known as his bed. Curtains were pulled tightly, shadowing the walls in a faint grey. Decorating the ceilings and floors with darkness while lashing a dim lighting over the boy's exposed figure.

Sunoo's chest rose gently. Sweat forming along the crevices of his faint abs. Glistening along his prominent collarbones, that stuck so prettily against the heavy air. Just waiting for your lips to fall against them and suck the supple skin. He inhaled, casting your eyes toward his visuals. Tainted by nothing but his crude thoughts, spilling through his pores and gifting him a sensual glow. The dark wisps of his hair clung damply to his forehead, uncomfortably shielding half of his eye. You smiled warmly. Placing one palm to his chest, and stabilising yourself while you leant toward him. Free fingers brushing aside his stray locks. Now you could see the clear sparkle in his corrupted eyes. Desire crowding the dilated pupils, while they appeared glossed. Hooded, as they scanned your features. His lips were wet. Plump, while the lower part stuck further out and formed a subtle pout. One that pleaded you to take action.

He couldn't remain like this any longer.

His hips were rocking. Rolling upward into your core. Soaked through the simple imagery, despite the fun not even beginning. You pressed yourself down, gifting him a smirk as you bucked yourself. Grinding over his cock. So hard for you it must have been sore. Tip swollen and leaking his pleasure against your pants. Poking through the cotton and teasing the aching clit you rubbed back against him.

"Y/n.." He whined. Voice high as he pursed his lips more. Begging with his furrowed brows and innocent eyes. Feigned, of course, but the picture was arousing. Your lower lip slid between your teeth, and without any hesitation, positioned yourself lower down his leg. Against his calf, where you couldn't help but ground yourself. Pressing your clit further against the muscle. "Y/n, what are you doing?" He questioned, slightly frustrated. "I thought.."

"Ssh." You whispered, placing a finger to your lips. You smiled, and slid a hand up his thigh. "What do whiny boys get?" You asked. Tone taunting, while your palm reached his neglected cock. It twitched with the warmth of your fingertip as it curved against his abdomen. Leaking onto himself. The contrast between the room's temperature and your warm skin was pleasure-inducing. Sunoo reacted to this by whimpering through the small gap in his lips, and pathetically bucking his hips into your touch. His hands gripped the bed's covers until his small knuckles gained a faded white colour. "Answer me, Sunoo.." You cooed, pouting at his adorable expression. Lips now parted while he groaned. "Y/n!" He whined again. "You can't blame me."

"Such a cute face." You sighed, ignoring his complaint. "But you know what I have to do."

The boy looked as though he had been scolded. Lips forming a tight line, while he suppressed the urge to talk back.

The pads of your fingers now edged their way toward the tip of his cock. Where your thumb brushed over his sensitive slit and collected the arousal which dripped down his veined sides. The finger was lifted to your lips and placed against your tongue. You smiled. "Always so good for me, Sunoo." You praised before sucking the warm substance from your skin. The boy whimpered, humming while his eyes fluttered to a close. "Open, baby. I want you to watch me."

Sunoo obeyed. Daring eyes watching over you while your palm went back to his aching cock. The palm wrapped around his base, and you spared him no time before jerking your hand up and down. Squeezing lightly as a way to increase the honeyed pants that slipped from his lips. Melodic as his high-pitched moans filled the space within your ears. "I love your cock. It's so pretty.." You sighed. Sunoo whined loudly, bucking his hips up as he fucked himself into your hand. Brows creasing, eyes flickering and lips gaped. His gasps were breathy and constant, signifying his near release. He twitched, and the desperate remarks Sunoo began slurring were disregarded. "Sorry, baby." You giggled, lifting your palm from his cock. Sunoo inhaled, but his breath wasn't well spent as his high never crashed over him. His lips pursed and he whined noisily. "Y/n!"

"You know how it works.." You whispered, finger mindlessly running along his shaft. He let out a sharp hiss when your finger swept over his tip. The sensitivity was overwhelming, causing his chest to contract with deep, heavy breaths. The discomfort was evident on his face as his expressions shifted. Flicking between a frustrated pleasure and an aching want for more. "Y/n, please." He begged, voice small. "Begging, hm?" You teased, thumb dragging down his base. "What a good boy.."

"Yes, yes, yes. Please, I'll beg all you want." He chanted before resting his exhausted head to the side. Mouth open while he panted, and looked down on you through dampened lashes. Your lips tilted up into a smirk, which curled until you lowered yourself down. Face inches from his disregarded length. The boy's breath hitched. Caught in the small of his throat while he watched your pretty mouth press the ghost of a kiss against his tip.

Sunoo tensed his muscles. Bringing himself away from the urge to buck. Slip his cock into your mouth and use the narrow walls of your throat to get himself off. He bit his lip at the thought. Brows furrowing at the imagery portrayed before him. You smiled, maintaining eye contact while your lips parted and your tongue slipped from the warmth of your mouth. The tip flicked across his slit, and ignited a harsh whine. "Mm, shit.." He whimpered, hand raising to cover his lips.

Your palm gripped his base, while your tongue began to swirl around his head some more. Clearing his pre-cum before taking the entire tip into your mouth. You sucked a little, and smiled against the flesh when you noticed the boy grip the sheets harder. His thighs flinched, and his head was tossed back against his headboard. The faint thump was amusing. Making you hum across his skin. Sending shockwaves up his shaking body. "Y/n.." He moaned.

You widened your mouth, and dropped your head down. Bobbing it up his length while you took each part of him into your throat. He was big and thick. Slick with saliva and cum. It dripped down his sides and over your knuckles, which were clamped around the remaining parts of his cock. Each cute whine, and muffled whimper made you work harder. His sweet, contorted face - Eyes shut tightly and gaped mouth hidden by his palm. He gasped into the skin, body crumbling beneath him until the urge was far too strong. His palm slid into your hair, and your head was pushed further against his cock. "Y/n, y/n, oh my god.." He sighed, eyes rolling and flickering to the back of his mind. His hips began to buck upward and fuck into your throat. Causing you to gag and clench around his pulsing length. "Ah, Y/n I'm so close." He whimpered, Fingers tying themselves within your locks, as he pulled you further. Thrusting his cock until the tip stroked the back of your mouth.

Sunoo's pants were increasing, and the whininess of his moans were drawn out. His ruts against your slick warmth were quick and sloppy, until he twitched, and with a final cry released down your throat. He held your head down as his cum painted your tongue, streaking down the corners of your lips and dripping down toward your chin.

You devoured every bit. Swallowing thickly, and guiding the warm, salted substance down your throat. Gulping evidently to show the boy you had taken in all of his cum.

Sunoo exhaled, sighing deeply while he released your teased hair, and slid his cock from your abused throat. You inhaled, lips parted as you regained your breath and used your tongue to lick away the stray drips of his cum. Smirking his way and flushing his cheeks a soft red. "You were perfect, as always, Sunoo." You praised. "So good.."

The whisper flustered the boy, and made him smile. His eyes flickered to the other side of the room as his shoulders raised into a nonchalant shrug. "Of course."

[voxofthevoid]

Surprise Rut Wednesday #5! Seven chapters and 40k in, there's a light at the end of the tunnel...in that I think this will be over in 3 more chapters and an epilogue. I did not think the goddamn a/b/o fuckfest would end up novel length, but here we are.

For now, Gojou continues to happen to Nanami. Yuuji also continues to happen to Nanami. There's a lot of that going around.

“That was one hell of a show,” Gojou pipes up, his timing as eerie and as horrendous as always. “Never thought you’d be such a slut, Nanami.”

“Watch your mouth!” Kento snaps, resolutely ignoring a hot flush of shame and worse.

“I’d rather watch yours,” comes the nonsensical answer. And then Gojou goes and makes it worse: “He use that too? You do sound pretty wrecked. Or did he just fuck you that good? Yuuji’s a bit of an animal, looks like.”

Kento knows he’ll regret it, but he turns his head anyway, glaring at Gojou. His expression is controlled in a way that plays at insouciance, from tightly curled mouth to the heavy-lidded gaze, but it’s a superficial composure, everything from the Gojou’s scent to the blazing blue of his eyes lashing at Kento.

“Do not,” Kento grits out, “test me, Gojou Satoru.”

Gojou tilts his head to the side, and purposeful or not, it draws Kento’s eyes to the swollen, leaking glands there. “And what will you do to me, Nanami? What can you do, stuck on a knot like this. Think Yuuji will let you go? Doubt it. And you know, I can’t blame him. Even I’d be tempted, with how good you look taking cock.”

Kento growls.

Over him, Itadori echoes the noise. Kento can tell from the weight distribution that Itadori has raised his head, and the way Gojou’s eyes flicker up tells him all he needs to know about where Itadori is looking.

“Don’t be like that, Yuuji,” Gojou says, almost crooning. “It’s a compliment. You’ve turned Nanami Kento into this. Be proud. But you don’t care about anything other than a tight hole right now, do you?”

Kento listens with a sense of unreality that grows and grows with every word that comes out of Gojou’s mouth, and then it hits some mental wall, shattering to coalesce into blistering reality.

All these years, and he still manages to be surprised by this man’s audacity.  

“Do you hear yourself?” Kento finds himself asking. “He’s your student. And a child.”

“A child knot-deep in your ass,” Gojou says dismissively, still looking at Itadori; his eyes aren’t any kinder like this, but the heat in them is…different. “He’ll remember all of this anyway. Doesn’t matter how out of it he is now. It’ll all trickle back in, sooner than later. I’d know.”

Kento knows as well; he knew that getting into this.

He says nothing, and Gojou’s eyes flit back to him, not lingering long before they return to Itadori, and Kento doesn’t know what expression the boy’s wearing, what he must be feeling, but his scent tells its own tale, once again threatening to overpower both Kento’s and Gojou’s combined. He doesn’t mind the end result, but he’s endured enough to be wary of the implications, and that only worsens when Gojou tips his head back without looking away from Itadori, the sides of his throat seeming to pulse with a pheromonal surge.

“No,” Kento hisses. “Don’t you dare—”

“Ssh.” Gojou’s mouth parts on an exhale that’s more obscene than the various fluids staining Kento inside and out. “Don’t get all worked up, Nanami. You’ll set him off.”

“Fuck you,” Kento says succinctly.

Gojou laughs, genuinely pleased. His scent becomes a storm.

Itadori’s reaction is predictable.

Kento clamps his jaw shut, right in time for the furious tug at his rim to send an electric bolt up his spine. He shudders under Itadori, and it’s answered with skin and heat, one of Itadori’s arms tightening around Kento’s middle to press their bodies even more tightly together. Further down, it’s another matter, an endless mass of squirming sensation, and Kento knows the moment Itadori braces himself properly because it’s followed by a harsh twist of the hips that makes his vision flash white.

The knot is half deflated now, but that doesn’t mean it’s any kinder as it shoves against his hole from the inside, harassing muscles grown tender and sore around its own damning size, and Kento’s helpless against the way his walls clamp tight, less an attempt to keep Itadori in than a desperate need to not hurt. Itadori’s patience gives before Kento’s body does, and he knows what’s coming the moment the weight on his back vanishes.

“Itadori, wait,” Kento chokes out, and that’s all he manages before Itadori pulls out, forcing Kento’s rim to yield against his blinding girth.

It pops free in a gush of come, and Itadori’s cock slides out and out and out.

Kento’s knees give out from under him.

Gojou fucking whistles, again. “Now that’s something.”

Kento doesn’t have the air to tell him to shut up, and then he doesn’t even have the air to even breathe because Itadori wants back inside him, of course he does, careless with greed and youth, and Kento tries to resist, rising with the hands pulling his hips high into the air, and he gets his hands on the headboard, wood creaking under his grip, and that’s as far as he gets before Itadori’s pushing into him, no hint of softness left in the lock that cleaves through him in a searing slide.

And it hurts, but it’s easy to take, Kento already wet and open, but then there’s the knot, still a vicious bulge as it nudges his hole and gets nowhere, no matter how furiously Itadori growls and grinds his hips.

Kento swallows a scream.

The air is simmering, lining his nose and throat with an unholy medley of scents.

“Gojou-san,” Kento manages to gasp. “Your scent.”

“Sorry, Nanami,” Gojou says, and there’s not an ounce of repentance there, but there is sincerity. “This is officially out of my control.”

Kento doesn’t know if he’s talking about his scent or Itadori’s reaction, and then it ceases to matter because Itadori starts fucking him in earnest, his long cock plunging in and out of Kento with a viciousness that turns his sore muscles blissfully numb for a few seconds before the same old heat eats through them, and his knot slams against Kento’s hole, over and over and over, and each time, Itadori stops and shoves, desperate from the hands clawing at Kento’s hips to the tight sounds writhing in the air, and sometimes, he sounds almost confused, whining like a wounded thing as he tries and fails to bully his way into Kento’s too-tight body.

And Kento can’t even blame him because he’s taken it before, that same flesh now blocking Itadori’s knot opening up around its hotly swelling girth, but he can’t, not now, not like this; he can feel Gojou’s attention like acid, flaying flesh and bone.

He can’t relax.

Itadori’s in no state to understand that.

[darnell-la]

I deadass need old man Logan to fuck his cum into me so hard and deep, that there's absolutely no way in hell I fail a pregnancy test. I don't want kids, but holy shit does old man Logan give me baby fever for some reason

note: old man!logan howlett would definitely use every last drop he had to satisfy reader. he wouldn’t be able to sleep without filling something, which would be you.

———

“Gonna keep cummin’ for me, baby?” Logan whispered in Y/n’s ear after he heard a small whine escape her mouth. She promised him she could take him, but she always proved him wrong.

Logan was just too big for her, and he knew that. He loved that. Logan loved watching her walls clamp around him tightly, almost ripping his skin off. She was always so damn tight for him.

“Y-Yes,” Y/n nodded her head as her legs shook. They’d been shaking non-stop for a while now, letting Logan know it was almost time to stop, or else she’d be too drained to shower with him.

“Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Been thinkin' about it all day,” and he has. He just loved the thought of leaving her filled every second of the day, just for her to complain that he was leaking out of her.

“P-Please,” she begged as he pushed her legs back to force his thrusts further into her. “L-Lo,” y/n cried low as a small pressure of pain pierced her side. “Ssh, Bub — You’ve got this,”

And she did. She always took him, whether it was too much for her. She hated going to sleep with nothing inside of her, so every night, she sucks it up and takes it.

“That’s my girl. Always ready for me to give it to her. Such a good girl,”

[wr3tched-guts]

Oh aren’t you a good pup, hm?

Staying so still for your owners, good boy, good boy!

Sshh, Shh

It’s okay puppy. Masters friends just want a turn playing with you. Sshh, it’s okay. Mistress will be here the entire time.

Your hair is so, so soft my sweet pup. Come now, don’t whine. You don’t want master to gag you. You can do it pup, I believe in you.

So soft, such a pretty face to pet. So soft. Does mistress’ lap feel good my sweet puppy?

Oh my! It looks like our next friend is already excited! Can you stay still pup. There, position your hips just like that, rest them on the pillow. Good boy, good boy! Such a pretty dick too!

Isn’t our puppy so sweet? Look how pretty he is all nice and wet for our guest. Okay now, are you ready pup? He’s big, but mistress will be here for you the whole time.

O-Oh my! That looks like such a tight fit. Don’t squirm, pup. He’s almost in! Just a little bit more. There, there. Don’t cry now, hold my hand. It’ll be okay <3

Mmmwah! Kiss kiss, kiss kiss. There he is. There’s that smile. It doesn’t feel so bad now that he’s all the way in, does it puppy? No? Do you like the nice mister being inside you now?

Haha, such a good, naughty pup you are! Okay, keep holding my hand, the nice man is gonna start pumping, okay pup?

Dry your tears. Here, scoot your butt! There we go, all nice and sat in mistress’ lap, rest your head on my shoulder now.

Sorry, I know our pup is squirmy but it’s gonna make it hard for you to pump, isn’t it mister? That’s okay, I got a hold of him. Let me wrap my arm around his stomach.

Okay mister, he’s all yours <3

Oh! So hard! I can feel my pup being practically pushed into me! Sshh, shh. Quiet pup, mistress will make you feel good too~

Yeah, you like your masters hand on your dick? So hard, so wet…Just for us.

Okay, mistress will start stroking but only if you’re a good boy and stop crying. I know he’s big, I know, I knooooow. But he’s feeling oh so good inside our puppy.

Here, doesn’t that feel better? Having your master stroke your cock? Yeah, I bet it feels nice for master to spoil you like this.

Oh! Be careful mister, our puppy has a sensitive chest, I know it’s squishy but he’s so so sensitive right now. Here, let me lead your hand.

There we go mister, this is how you grope a puppy’s pretty titties. Softly, gently. Not so hard like you where doing before.

Though our puppy likes it hard too. Like when I press my nail against his neck, how he likes it when I…scraaaaaape it down his chest. Oh my, that’ll leave a mark for sure, haha!

Oh wow, mister feels so good in puppy, look! His face is so close, he’s a mutt just like you! An alpha dog pumping into our vulnerable pup.

Sush, dog. Mistress may be hard but she’s not the focus right now. Maybe if you’re good we’ll have alone time later.

Agh, there we go. He’s getting faster, he’s so close. You’re close too, aren’t you? I can practically feel your hips leaning into my hand. You like when your master plays with you cock, don’t you? You slutty pup <3

There, there. Keep going. It’s okay, cum inside him! He loves taking it like a good dog.

Oh, oh! I guess neither of you could hold it, haha! You came right in my hand you naughty boy! And look…

Oh, oh my. That’s such a big load. Good boy, good boy! You’re taking it so well. Don’t whine, just wait a few seconds longer…it’ll be over soon.

Agh! So big! Look how much you’re leaking after he’s pulled out, you’re practically filled!

Oh and look how messy you made masters hand. Hmm, how will I clean this up?

Open wide pup. Does it taste good? Your cum on my hand? Lick my fingers clean, clean the mess *you* made. Haha, good boy, good boy…

Mmmmwah!

You did so good for master. Don’t cry pup, it’s okay. Masters here.

He, looks like that mark I made left a little blood, oops. Guess I went too hard.

Ssh, ssh. It’ll all be okay pup. Masters here, masters here.

Now widen those legs. Come on, widen them. There, good boy <3

We still have a few more friends who wanna play with our dear, sweet, puppy.

kwkwjend !!!!! this is exactly what i meant thank you miss !!!! man im getting worked up so early in the morning

[nightmyst14-blog]

The Lost Legendary Pt2

*Last post was October 4th* *sighs* FRICKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK-

I feel bad for leaving you guys hanging for a whole 2 WEEKS. I meant to post pt 2 last week as like a weekly or bi-weekly thing, but CREATIVE BLOCK DECIDES TO STRIKE ME IN THE FRICKEN KNEES-

Anyways, this will be a double upload to make up for it, I am TRULY sorry guys. This one is a bit shorter tho..

Setting: *In the Natural History Museum, the group of kids were walking along the dark hallways, looking for the Scuppernong Beast Exhibit. GIngerbrave is leading the way, with Cream Puff making a small light spell so they could see.*

Strawberry: Its dark!

Walnut: ssh!! Hush, Strawberry!!

Straw. Crepe: Are you sure you know where you’re going, Wiz?

Wizard: Its Wizard!! *huffs.* And yes, I am. Papa showed me the other times before.

Strawberry: I-Its dark…

Walnut: Hold my hand!! 

Cream Puff: Me too! *she grabs her other hand*

*They soon arrive at the Dark Beast Exhibit, where the main attraction was covered up. A large coffin made of dark oak was placed there, covered in odd runes.*

Straw. Crepe: Wow!!

Wizard: There. Can we go??

Walnut: Wait, I wanna have a closer look!!

*Walnut soon walked up to it, using her magnifying glass. The runs were etched into the wood, glowing a soft purple.*

Cream Puff: What is it say?

Walnut: I dont know. The language seems unknown to me. Crepe?

Straw. Crepe: *grins, scans it* *waits before speaking.* It appears to be over 300 years old, but the magic within it makes it appear to be freshly made. The data reads that leaks some kind of a old magic..

Wizard: Nonsense. Pap wouldn't be dumb enough to store such an artifact in here. Its obviously fake.

Straw. Crepe; I don;t know Wiz. my scanners ARE sensing something alive in there.

Strawberry; M-maybe its the monster!!

Gingerbrave: Do you think its sleeping in there??

Wizard: *huffs in annoyance* Falsehoods, I tell you!! Its all fake! Here,step aside.

Gingerbrave: WIzard-

Wizard; *climbs up to the coffin* Look, even the runes are fake. Here I’ll read them. 

*He does so, the others getting slightly nervous. Strawberry and Cream Puff were holding into each other, shaking. The runes seem to glow as Wizard read them, but soon faded back to its normal color.*

Wizard; *huffs* Told you. Can we go to bed now?

Gingerbrave: *nervously laughs* Y-yeah…

Walnut: *smiles* You sure showed us ,Wizard!!

Wizard: Obviously.

Strawberry: *yawns* Let’s go, I'm sleepy.

Straw. Crepe; *hops down from the exhibit* Aww, I hoped it was real.. Then I could’ve scanned its dough.

Cream Puff: M-Maybe…*laughs nervously* Perhaps its is a myth like Mr. Tea Knight said…

Gingerbrave: Whatever it is, we should go.

??: Oh?? Leaving so soon?

*The group of kids soon turn around, soon being caught in a magic net.*

Kids: H-hey!! *they wiggle around in the net*

Criminal: *appears out from the shadows with two others* Hello kids. Having a fun late night school trip?

[skyward-floored]

Ocarina of Time - oneshot

Another fic crossposted from ao3, partially in honor of oot’s birthday! Man oh man do I adore that game. Poor traumatized Link though... at least he’s got Epona with him :)

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Rain dripped down Link’s face, causing his bangs to lay sodden across his eyes.

Water snuck down his collar as he traveled down the road, the droplets leaking in no matter how tight he had it cinched. All of him was soaked pretty much completely through— he wasn’t sure why he was bothering to try and keep it out. Epona plodded steadily through the rain under him, not even a neigh of complaint escaping her as the rainfall grew heavier, making it rather difficult to see.

Her hoof suddenly slipped in a puddle that had been deeper than it looked, and she whinnied in surprise, Link immediately pulling her back. He gently stroked her neck and soothed her as she shied, keeping his voice gentle.

“Ssh, hey girl it’s okay,” he murmured, blinking the rain out of his eyes.

They’d reached a fork in the road, the slight dip of it causing the water to pool and form deeper puddles. A signpost stood at the fork as well, and Link drew Epona closer to read what was written on them.

The small road to the left that he’d been following went to places he didn’t recognize, but when he read where the other led he hesitated, something in his heart lurching.

Hyrule.

He was closer to the kingdom then he’d been in almost three years.

Link drew Epona to a stop, staring intently at the sign as if it would give him answers. Of course it didn’t do anything but sit there, but he eyed it anyways.

He’d already combed Hyrule for Na... his friend, he’d been to nearly every inch of the place he could. There wasn’t any point in going back right now, especially since nobody remembered him anyways. It would only bring up painful memories, it’d be better to just keep going.

But...

Zelda kicked her legs, sending a couple of drops up from the fountain in the middle of castletown.

They’d spent the day together just messing around, playing the games in town and exploring all the nooks and crannies Zelda had never seen before. Ganondorf was taken care of (again), and Impa had told them they needed a day without having to worry about anything and had practically commanded them to get out from the castle for a while. Which Zelda was more than happy to comply with.

She looked over at Link sitting next to her, setting sun casting a golden light onto her face and lighting up her hair. It looked a lot redder in this light, and Link shook himself as he realized he’d been staring at it.

“You’ll be leaving after this, won’t you,” she said quietly.

Link nodded.

She met his eyes, and Link looked back at her, gaze so familiar and yet completely and achingly not.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay a little longer?”

He shook his head.

“No. I need to go find someone. She’s... missing. And I’ve done what I needed to do here.”

Zelda nodded slowly, dipping her feet in the water again.

Then she turned and gave him a hug, which he had not been expecting at all, giving him a warm squeeze as he blinked in surprise.

“Thank you Link. I have a feeling you’ve done more for us than anyone even knows,” she whispered. “Thank you for helping Hyrule, and me.”

Link hesitated for only a minute before letting himself hug her back.

The next day she quietly showed him off, with nobody witness to their parting except for Impa watching them from a short distance away. She gave him the ocarina and a few parting words before teaching him the song already engraved into his very being.

And then he left.

Link swallowed, wiping some water from his face.

What was the point of going back just to see Zelda? She didn’t remember him from the alternate timeline, she didn’t remember herself from the alternate timeline. She knew nothing about all of what they’d been through together.

Plus he was a different person after Termina and that stupid war he’d ended up in, she barely knew him at all!

And yet...

Epona nickered gently at him, and Link realized he’d been lost in thought for a while.

“Sorry girl,” he apologized, rubbing her neck again. “I just...”

He looked up at the sign, his stomach twisting a little.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whispered, realization curling into him.

Epona leaned her head around, nuzzling his hand almost as if to say that she was willing to wait for him to make a decision. Link swallowed, and wiped some more water off his face.

He just didn’t know.

How ridiculous was that?

He’d spent the last two years making split-second decisions on the daily; anything but decisive action would’ve killed him long ago and it was pretty much the only option in Termina. He simply didn’t have time to waffle about decisions there, and in the war it was what got people killed.

He just... had to pick. Easy. Left to keep looking in places he didn’t recognize, which had a much higher chance of holding what he was looking for, or right...

I’ll never forget the days we spent together in Hyrule...

Link grit his teeth. Why couldn’t he decide?! It was just a stupid crossroads, he’d probably find another one only a little ways down the road, why was it that this one was giving him so much grief?!

Enough was enough.

He glared at the sign, swiping some oddly warm rain off his cheeks as he remounted Epona and went down the left-hand road, ignoring the way his throat tightened as he turned from the fork.

Zelda didn’t remember him. Not like he remembered her.

It was better that he stay away from Hyrule and continue onwards, away from a country that didn’t care about its hero or anything that he’d ever done for anyone. Every meeting has a parting, and there was no point in getting attached to these people again just to have them forget—

Epona neighed and abruptly quit walking, digging her hooves into the thick muddy road.

“What’s wrong girl?” Link asked, voice coming out a bit thick, and she neighed again, tossing her head.

Link knocked his heel against her side, urging her onward, but Epona shook her head and refused to go another step no matter what he did.

“Epona! Come on!” he said sternly, and his horse finally started moving again.

...in the wrong direction.

“Epona stop it, what’s the matter with you?” Link grumbled and pulled on her to try and get her to turn. But she suddenly kicked her heels up and galloped back the way they’d come, slipping a bit at the crossroads, but recovering and immediately turning down the right fork instead.

Link felt a jolt go through him.

“Epona!”

The rain lashed against his face as Epona switched to a canter, Link practically holding on for dear life as she charged down the road. He had no clue how she wasn’t slipping on the mud— how could she even see with how fast she was going?!

He wasn’t sure how far they’d gotten, several miles from the sign probably, before Epona slowed her frantic pace to a steady walk, turning her head and giving him an almost stern look.

“What are you giving me that for?” Link huffed, crossing his arms as he blinked rain out of his eyes. “We’re going the other way Epona. Turn around!”

She started to trot instead of walk.

“Turn around Epona!”

She neighed at him, letting out a firm snort.

“Epona just turn around!” he shouted, rain getting in his mouth, “we’re not going back to Hyrule! They don’t care about us, they don’t remember us! Why won’t you just—!”

Epona leveled him with a gentle look, and the fight went out of him in an abrupt rush, his hands falling to his sides.

He slumped in the saddle, bowing his head.

Epona finally stopped moving.

“You just want to go home, don’t you girl,” he said quietly, only just loud enough to be heard over the rain.

Epona gently nickered and tossed her head.

Link let out a shaky sigh.

“I do too.”

He wiped some more rain from his face, rubbing Epona’s neck as an apology for snapping at her.

“But I don’t have a home to go back to,” Link whispered, still rubbing. “Hyrule is the closest I’ve got, but nobody... they just don’t know Epona, they don’t know any of it.”

He sucked in a shuddering breath.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to try again.”

Epona pressed her face against his, and Link let out another sigh as the downpour continued on.

He slipped his hand down into his pocket after a moment, pulling out the deep indigo colored instrument inside. He stared at it, rubbing the ocarina as drops of rain pattered against it, and almost felt soft hands brush his as he fingered the mouthpiece, gloves covered in blood and dirt that clasped his hands and gave them a squeeze before pulling away.

She would want him to try, wouldn’t she.

He took a deep breath, pulling back from Epona as he held the ocarina to his lips, fingering the holes with a practiced motion as he blew a slow, gentle lullaby into the rainy evening. The song warbled a bit in the downpour, less smooth than he would prefer, but soft and comforting all the same.

As the last note faded away, Link breathed a slow sigh, feeling rather wrung out.

Epona gave an encouraging toss of her head and Link smiled at her, running his hand through her mane. He wiped the rain from his face yet again, feeling something in his chest ease just a bit as he looked down the road.

And he made his decision.

[nixcraft]

How to hide processes from other Linux users and ps command

I run a multi-user system with ssh. How can I stop leaking process information to all users on Linux? How do I prevent users from seeing processes that do not belong to them on a Linux when running ps/top? Here is how to hide process from other users:

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｔｏｕｃｈ ｔａｎｋ♡

♡ I created this for a friend of a friend. It totally warms my lil heart that she asked me to write this ♡

Pairing: boyfriend!changkyun x fem!reader

Summary: When your past trauma comes back to haunt you, your boyfriend reassures you that with him you'll always be protected

Genre: fluff/angst/smut

Word Count: 1.1k-ish

Warnings: reader has some trauma w/ being yelled at, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

A/N: Thank you @anyamaris for always supporting me & sending your super rad friend my way ♡

"He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be so I think he wants to be gentle with me..." - Quinnie "Touch Tank"

On the 15th floor of a luxury high-rise a young woman twirls around her kitchen singing along to her favorite song. You might find her exact location by following the melodic voice ringing from her apartment. If her siren song fails to tempt you in her direction, the scent of dinner simmering on the stove will. The windows are open so she should probably put some pants on but she’s home after all.

What do you want from her? This is her safe space. Here she can be the vibrant creature that she is, a star burning bright against the night with no one to snuff it out. A past spent drowning in darkness, sick to her stomach with fear, is little more than a bad dream. The monster that haunts her is gone and she’s free…isn’t she?

Even with your music blasting you hear the lock to the front door click open, flooding you with joy. Flipping the stove off, you reach for your phone to turn the music down. “Baby, you’re home!” you sing, shuffling from the kitchen to greet your boyfriend as he kicks his shoes off. Your friends warned you that after living with your boyfriend for a few months the excitement would wear off but they couldn't be more wrong.

It’s been eight months since you and Changkyun got this place together and you still get butterflies when he walks through the door. You throw your arms around his neck, welcoming him home with a kiss. But he doesn’t kiss you back. He doesn’t even hold you in his arms the way that he usually would. He only lets out a heavy, tortured groan accompanied by a hesitant “Hi” before making his way over to the wine rack.

In an instant you deflate, a pretty little balloon springing a leak. Taking a deep breath, you catch the smile on your face before it fades away. Let’s try this again. “So, how’d everything go at the studio?” you ask, grabbing his favorite wine glass from the cabinet. Changkyun takes it from you, his expression cold enough to freeze you solid where you stand. “Can we just not talk about this, y/n? Is that okay with you?” he snaps, filling his glass with some expensive wine Minhyuk had insisted on getting him for his birthday. 

He doesn’t need to raise his voice for you to know something’s not right. You catch glimpses of it in the tightness of his jaw and the sharpness of his eyes. The anger seeps from his pores like a poison you thought you’d grown immune to. And just like that the monster’s back, darkness closing in around you demanding you to shrink yourself.

Be quiet. You’ll only make it worse. He’ll yell at you. It’ll be all your fault. “Um, okay” you murmur almost too low to hear. Shutting your music off, you quietly begin to straighten up the kitchen, careful not to get in his way. You're not walking on eggshells. You’re walking on glass and it tears you apart but you keep your mouth shut. “Ssh” the monster whispers, “Be quiet. Quiet. Quiet…” 

“Hey,” Changkyun says, taking you by the hand, his voice intentionally lighter than before. Placing a hand on each side of your face, he stares into your eyes, softening more with each passing moment. “Come back to me” he begs, desperate to pull you from that place in your mind you go to when you feel triggered. “What do I always say?”

You clear your throat, using his emotional lifeboat to drift back to safety, “That you’d never hurt me.” “And you believe me?” “Of course, I do,” you say it and you mean it because, despite the past attempting to claw its way into the present, you know Changkyun would die before he hurt you. He smiles, his hands slipping down to trace the edges of your figure, “Good because I wouldn’t. Not ever.”

You catch yourself getting teary eyed but there’s no time for tears when he kisses you, his tongue fervently seeking yours. He slips a hand under your shirt just enough to stroke the small of your back. The faintest contact from him is electric, his touch raising the tiny hairs along the surface of your skin.

You arch into him and feel fingers grazing your clit through the lace of your panties. “Changkyun…” you gasp, thighs parting as if to tell him you want more. “Should I stop?” he asks, hooking his fingers around your panties right where the moisture’s pooling. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t---mmph” You can hear the wetness seeping out as he enters you, his wrist rotating so that his fingers swirl softly against your sensitive walls.

“How could I ever hurt you?” he coos, taking in the angelic look on your face as he pushes deeper into you, “You’re so pretty, baby. I only want to make you feel good.” Your walls quiver around his fingers, reacting to the longing he pours into you. Bringing his arm tight around your waist, he guides you toward the bedroom. All the while pleasing you…stretching you…making you moan between his lips.

By the time he’s lifting you through the doorway your hands have developed a mind of their own, stripping him down to nothing but his boxers. He brings your shirt up over your head, his tongue finding your breasts before your back hits the bed.

Changkyun handles you with the patience of a painter working on a grand portrait of something close to his heart. His tongue makes purposeful strokes across your nipples, painting flowered vines down your belly as your panties disappear somewhere beneath the bed. 

On the 15th floor of a luxury high-rise, a young man buries his length deep in the warmth of the woman he loves. As he stimulates those spots that make her eyes roll back and her toes curl, she makes noises sweeter than his favorite song. You might find their exact location by following the sound of her crying out his name, melodic echoes of pleasure bouncing off of the walls.

The scent of her tempts to come before he’s ready, his need for her simmering out of control. The windows are open and neither of them give a shit if they have clothes on or not. They’re enjoying the beauty of each other’s naked bodies, bathing in the euphoria of her clenching around him. They’re home after all, giving each other every bit of what they want exactly how they want it.

It’s their safe space. Here they can surrender to each other, passion flowing vibrantly across sweat-slicked skin. This fire inside of her can’t be snuffed out. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she whimpers, the spasms in her pussy soaking him as she hits her high. She drowns in pleasure, her stomach pleasantly filling with his seed. This feels like heaven. Like a dream. She smiles, safe in his arms as they come down, and feels, at last, utterly and completely free.