#REACTING TO YOUR BEDROOMS HIS LATEST VIDEO???

[widestshoes]

Deleting my thing about how the ending of season 16 of rvb was goat but JUST GOT DONE WATCHING JACK MANIFOLD’S LATEST STREAM OMG??!!?!!

I don’t wanna spoil anything since it happened last night so I don’t think many people got a chance to watch it unless they’re crazy enough to stay up late and wonder if the jack manifold twitch stream “reacting to your bedroom” is the stream that had probably the last dream smp lore ever, but I do wanna mention one thing.

After jack and Tommy split up for the last time, jack spoke about how this was really an ending for him, how despite he planned on just logging on for the moment he felt like he finally had closure, he didn’t call it a new chapter, or season or whatever, but an epilogue, the ending already came this is just closing the book.

I did not think that yesterday night would be the time when the dream smp returned just for a little bit, and during that it was incredible.

And his mushroom, I don’t know but jack truly cooked when calling it an epilogue, it’s over isn’t it?

[toomuchbirth]

Birth Quickie 2:

Conversation

I hadn't thought it would feel like this.

Sure I’d seen shows. Even videos. I assumed they were playing it up, being dramatic. It was taking all my focus not to scream with the contractions, or break down sobbing as I felt this parasite moving down inside me. I hadn't meant for it to.happen here, like this. I was supposed to be hiding in the shed, or at least the basement.

Then mom and dad had friends from the office over and asked me to stay upstairs. I didn't argue, assumed it would be ok. Then contractions started getting worse, my waters broke and soaked my sweats and panties. I knew from looking into it that didn't really mean anything. Sure, it was alarming, but come on. I could have hours still, even the better part of a day.

Of course, I couldn't be that lucky. I sat on the edge of my bed, facing away from the door, breathing through cramp after cramp. I was timing them, but I got really scared once I got around six minutes apart. Then I got a feeling like I kinda needed to use the bathroom, but I didn't want to risk getting stuck in there if the little accident was closer than I thought.

Turns out it was. That subtle bathroom-y feeling was a pushy feeling trying to creep in. I tried to fight it as long as I could, burning up in my layered T-shirt and long sleeve I’d been wearing to try to hide my growing belly from my parents. The urge got worse, stronger, more urgent as time went on. Contractions getting closer and closer, it started to hurt to not push. I barely managed to stay quiet, keeping my breath as steady as possible, eyes closed tight as I began to give in against my will, my body pushing on its own even as I fought it.

I tried to make a new plan on the fly. It was clearly coming. I’d have it and try to climb out the window, leave it at a shelter like I originally planned. I just needed to stay calm, let it come as quietly as I could. Mom and Dad could NOT know I had gotten pregnant, ever. Let alone how it had happened. I couldn't imagine how they would react but I know it would be horrible.

Speaking of horrible, the pain and pressure was getting worse. I had started pushing without meaning to, and at this point gave up fighting my body. This was happening, here and now. Gripping my blanket and lifting my knees slightly, I let out the tiniest grunt, face scrunching with effort and toes curling. I could immediately feel an entire new sensation. Not just the intense pressure of a head just inside my vagina, but BURNING. My lips were spreading, I was starting to crown into my soaked panties.

This was really happening. I was having a baby for him and he didn't even know, didn't care… it hurt so bad, I couldn't stand thinking about him, having a normal dinner happy and just thinking about the rest later this week, his latest practice, he probably barely remembered what he'd done-

The door opened to my bedroom, and I jumped with shock. “Hey… I just wanted to check in on you. Are you ok, sweetie?” I took a breath,.steadied myself, very vividly aware of the straining teardrop of my most intimate place hidden inside my clothes. “Y-yea! I’m doing fine! Just… you know. Thinking about stuff.” I tried to smile, looking back over my shoulder.

God, I was so hot. I could feel the sweat running down my face, soaking into my shirt. My hair was a mess, sticking to me and itself. I looked like a disaster. I looked like some dumb girl giving birth to a baby she didn't want in her bedroom, hoping her parents wouldn't catch her. I was so stupid, how did I think I could get away with this?!

“You’re probably annoyed with us, huh? I keep telling your father that we shouldn't make you go to your room when our friends are over, but he just says you probably don't want to be around anyway…”

“It’s f-fine!” I managed, and I prayed she didn’t hear the raised pitch of my voice, the way my smile looked like grit teeth, my hands twisting in the sheets as my body started to push on its own again, another contraction squeezing me tight. “Really! I just have stuff going on, and… I g-get it. You guys are people too… and I… I really do get it!” Fuck… I could feel the head… it wasn't a teardrop anymore… it was a full crown… no… worse, it… it-!

I convulsed as a sudden burst of movement overwhelmed me. The entire head slipped free of me, making a huge bulge in my underwear and sweatpants. Oh god, if Mom looked around me just a tiny bit, she’d see the soaked fabric, the shape of a baby coming out of her daughter in shameful secret. I heard the patter of fluid hitting the carpet impossibly loudly. There’s no way Mom wouldn't catch me. My life was over. She would make me keep it and I would be the first girl with a kid in my class and for Him no less…

“I appreciate it, hon.” Mom said, a sigh in her voice. “I just don't want to miss you while we have you in our lives. You’ve grown up so fast. Some girls your age have kids already, can you believe it? But I know you’re smarter than to ever let anything like that happen to you.”

I wanted to scream, everything felt so wrong. “Yea! You taught me to be careful!” I managed to sneak out, back arching slightly, I HOPED subtly, as I pushed in front of her. It was coming out. Oh god the shoulders were so big… this was torture, they were bulging me so hard, my body was straining… I was giving birth!!!

“Well… your dad is probably worried about me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I worry about you, you know? I want you to know we care about you, we’re here for you. I love you.”

I couldn't stop pushing. I fought to keep the growl of effort out of my voice. “I love you too, mom.” I sounded hoarse, strained, but seemingly not too much. She closed the door and I heard her walk away.

Seconds after the couldn’t see me anymore, the inevitable happened. The shoulders slipped free, and the body slithered out of my most intimate place, filling my clothes as I sagged in exhaustion. “Oh god… oh god… I just gave birth…” I whisper-panted to myself, praying I could get away with this. I just wanted my normal life back.

[heyitsme1040]

Hiii! I just saw your repost, where you said you're going through writers block, and I want to request an mcu headcanons about

Tony Stark / Bucky Barnes / and Loki Laufeyson (all seperate) X a gn reader who gets extra clingy when they're sleepy/tired!

Have a good night!

This is so cute! Thank you for the request, it was super fun to write.

How Marvel Men Would React to: You Being Clingy When Tired

feat. Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and Loki Laufeyson

AO3 (x)

Tony Stark

He hates how little sleep you get, but he also loves how accepting of his affection you are. Tony hates when you don't get enough sleep. He's no example of a healthy sleep schedule, but you're just barely doing better than he is. It's obvious when it happens. You rub your eyes harshly throughout the day, words seem to escape your thoughts when explaining your latest idea, and you become clumsy.  When well rested you enjoy Tony's company. Always greeting each other with kisses, spending most of the day together, but still managing to do your own things. But when you're tired, you crave his presence. You'll slip in front of him when he tinkers and wrap your arms around him. You'll settle into his space and he'll continue working. It isn't an uncommon sight for you to be straddling his lap, face against his shoulder, while he sits in an office chair. Right now Tony wants nothing more than to scoop you up and carry you to bed, except he's in important meetings that have already been rescheduled four times. He kisses you before going into his office to be ready for the video conferences. You pout as he crosses the hall.  Not wanting to go far away, you work on the project you've been thinking over. It's as you're writing down the last portion of your formula that your focus is gone. Frustration builds as you cross out more and more of what you'd just written. Slowly, the lack of sleep catches up to you. You were crashing, and any more coffee was a bad idea. Finally giving in you drop the pen. You unlocked your phone, squinting at the harsh brightness of the screen, and sent Tony a text. You didn't want to interrupt his meetings, but you also knew trying to fall asleep without him would be difficult. Tony is relieved when the meetings go by faster than he was expecting them to. Once he disconnects from the last video conference, he goes across the hall to the workshop. Surprised by its emptiness, he grabs his phone to call you only to see your text. He smiles, rushing upstairs to the bedroom. You're curled up in one of his sweatshirts while laying on his side of the bed, face squished against his pillow. He steps out of his shoes while crossing the room. You lift your head as soon as his steps ring through the room. The moment he sits on the bed to lay down, you move to wrap your arms around his waist with a huff. Tony can't help the fond chuckle that escapes him. He'll pull your hands away for a moment, a quiet whine escaping you, before scooping you into his lap. He'll lay down, shifting you so that his chin is just above your head. His breaths cause you to be gently rocked. Your legs tangle together, and he makes a dramatic gasp when your cold toes press against his ankles.  "Not close enough,” you mumble against the column of his throat. His responding hum vibrates against your lips. You bury your head further into his neck. Tony's arms slip beneath his hoodie you're wearing and rub your back while holding you tighter to him. The content sigh you release makes him feel more accomplished than any of those meetings did. He presses his lips against your hair. He doesn't pull away, just enjoying having his lips against you while feeling the warmth of your skin. "You should sleep,” he mumbles against you. You fight off a yawn before replying, "You should, too.” "Deal. JARVIS, enter black out mode.” "Certainly sir,” the robotic voice acknowledges. "Black out mode engaged.” The lights turn off and the shutters close, plunging the room into darkness. A projection of the stars dimly covers the ceiling. Tony pulls a cover over the both of you. 

Bucky Barnes

You sat in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee, and watching the sun rise higher by the hour. Your nightmares were getting worse. You were glad Bucky was on a mission until this afternoon, not wanting to disturb the little sleep he could get. It was a long week, but you could manage. You couldn't help the nightmares that plagued your sleeping mind. They left their mark against you, the dark circles under your eyes anything but subtle. It was a surprise when you heard the lock in the door. Just as you whipped around to look, the door swung open, revealing Bucky. He dropped his bag as you hurried across the room. In your rush, you tripped over the small rug in your hallway. Bucky's arms were quick to be around you. He picked you up, your legs going around his waist. "Hi,” you breathed out. "I've got you,” Bucky kissed you while kicking the door closed. "What are you doing up?” "Couldn't sleep.” You felt Bucky's shoulders slump as he gently traced the circles under your eyes.  "How many?” You bit your lip, not wanting to worry him. But you also knew he understood. While you debated, Bucky sat on the couch. The sunlight cast golden beams into the room, making you feel safe. "It was just eleven…” you trailed off. Bucky frowned, a small crease appearing between his brows. “Sweetheart, why didn't you let me know you needed me? I would have been here as fast as possible.” You sagged against him, using his large frame as your personal pillow. “Because I didn't want to worry you, and your mission was important…”  “You're important,” he said disapprovingly.  “I know,” you promise. "But your mission was so short.” He gave you an unimpressed look. “I was gone four days.”  You sagged against him further, no longer supporting your weight. Bucky sighed as snores came from you. He hated that you didn't sleep while he was away. Both of you suffered from nightmares. The only solution that kept them away was when the two of you slept beside each other. He knew your nightmares, just as you knew his. He slowly stood up, cradling you against him. Going to the bed, he tucked you in. The small whimper that left you as he moved around the bed made his heart clinch. Even asleep you were reaching out for him. He laid down, pulling your malleable body into his hold. His heart always soared when you were tired, loving how touchy you became. Usually you would wait for him to initiate physical touches, but when you were asleep? All you wanted to do was touch him. The first time he discovered this made his heart melt. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable, and all you wanted when sleeping was him. The trust you had in him to protect you while slept was the best feeling possible to him.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki's adoration of you grew daily. You were self assured and confident, easily seeming like an immovable force. And you were, but Loki got to see what you were like behind closed doors. Loki witnessed you when the bravado was washed away. Witnessed how dedicated you were to the people in your life. He was lucky enough to be one of those people.  Loki's favorite time was the evening. Getting to relax with you after a long day was perfection to him. Being around you energized him from the tiring tasks of the day. Learning your quirks was an added bonus of spending evenings together.  His favorite was when you were tired. He was used to falling asleep in each other's arms, but what he didn't expect was your nightly request that he speak. Anything from tales of Asgard to having him ramble about seemingly nothing. Each night he looked forward to lulling you to sleep with his stories. He learned, slowly, that his voice was what allowed you to sleep peacefully. Some nights, when your breathing was evened out, he'd stop talking. It was these nights you would hold onto him tighter, angling your body as if you were trying to shield him from something. He would stroke your hair and begin talking again, and you would relax against him. Instead of your hands clinging to his shirt, they would lay flat against his chest.  He loved the way you would ask him to tell you something. Your eyes would flutter shut, but then you were jerking awake again as if you wanted to avoid sleeping for as long as possible. You would finally give in, resting your forehead against his.  “Tell me something,” you'd whisper. “What would you like to hear?” He'd brush your hair away from your eyes. It became a game for him, guessing what your reply would be. If you'd want him to finish a story you fell asleep in the midst of, or to start a new story. Maybe you would want to hear about his thoughts on a book, or request he talk about anything. It didn't matter to him, just as long as you were relaxed. Clinging onto his words more than consciousness was a gift you weren't even aware you were giving him. He relished these moments, committing them to his memory.

©heyitsme1040 If you find this post on any platform under a username different than heyitsme1040 it is not their work.

[holylulusworld]

Ok

Naughty question ahead

After a week of illness..Feeling back to my naughty self😉

Y/N and Ben are in an established relationship. She is shy. Ben is well Ben..Hehe.. So finally after a lot of convincing and reassurance she finds the courage to tell him her kink which she would like Ben to fulfill and it’s to do it once while he is wearing THE SUIT..

How is Benn boy gonna react😝

Oh, he's going to love it.

Ben: What's is it baby doll? *Ben looks up from his phone. He was checking on the latest video someone posted of him.* Is something wrong?

Y/N: UH-huh...*You bite your index finger. He's still in his tactical suit and you can't help but press your legs together. It's not easy for you to talk about your wishes in the bedroom or kinks.*

Ben: Baby, you gotta tell me what's wrong so I can help you. *He puts his phone down and gets up from the bed, making things worse because now your eyes have the chance to rake over his body* Y/N, are you still with me?

Y/N: I want you to leave your suit on next time we have sex. I love it and...it makes me so hot and bothered when you wear your suit. I want you to ruin me while wearing it. *You gasp for air after blurring out the words before you can chicken out.

Y/N: You've got a kink, baby doll? *He smirks, and slowly steps toward you, putting on a show.* Aw, baby let me fulfill all of your desires. *He presses you into the nearby wall with his body, rubbing the suit against your skin.* I'm going to fucking ruin you...

[musicarenagh]

Experimental Soundscapes: Inside 'Burn' with Cracksinthereal In the ever-evolving landscape of experimental music, Cracksinthereal stands out as an artist who consistently pushes boundaries. His latest release, "Burn," a bold reimagining of The Cure's classic, marks his first venture into cover songs and represents a departure from their ongoing conceptual work. Created entirely in a bedroom studio, "Burn" showcases Cracksinthereal's distinctive approach to sound manipulation. Drawing inspiration from electronic pioneers like Aphex Twin and infusing elements of noise experimentation reminiscent of Sonic Youth, he has transformed the original into something uniquely their own. The track explores themes of insomnia and inner turmoil through layers of distorted textures and atmospheric soundscapes. "Patient," is how Cracksinthereal hopes listeners will approach the track, acknowledging the complexity of their sonic architecture. The artist spent days studying the original before settling on their interpretation, paying particular attention to moments like the evocative slowdown during the line "slide back down and close your eyes, sleep a while you must be tired." With one album awaiting final mixing and another in development, both potentially seeing release in 2025, Cracksinthereal continues to evolve. This conversation offers insight into an artist who values narrative and innovation equally, crafting music that challenges and engages in equal measure. Listen to Burn https://open.spotify.com/album/6tmfPTIbkONjmgU30xHiOZ?si=nUTPqtFPQpSJCSJZlHEv3w Follow Cracksinthereal below Instagram Spotify     The title "Burn" seems provocative. What's the story or emotion behind this track? It's a cover if a song by the cure, so thays where the title comes from. Are there any personal experiences or emotions you're exploring in this track that listeners might connect with? Narrative is the key element that I wanted to incorporate, hopefully people connect with it What genre would you say "Burn" fits into, and how does it represent your artistic evolution? I don't know, maybe something like post-noise, like post rock but really quite noisy. There's often a deeper meaning behind song titles. What does "Burn" symbolize for you? Burn as a title symbolizes insomnia for md How do you hope listeners will feel or react when they first hear this track? Patient lol What was the most challenging part of bringing "Burn" to life? Having the initial seeds of doing something different with the material, it took days of listening to the original before I settled on an approach. Are there any specific lyrical moments in the song that you're particularly proud of? I really like the slow down on "slide back down and close your eyes, sleep a while you must be tired.. https://open.spotify.com/artist/21KyQQZDEkKkAO7stj5ouB How does this song fit into the broader narrative of your musical journey? It's my first cover, it's also the first piece I'm releasing that doesn't really have a place in this sprawling concept work I'm developing. Do you have any plans for a music video or live performances to accompany this release? I'd like to, it comes down to money and timing. What's next for Cracksinthereal after this song? I have a record in the can, just needs final mixing, and I have another I'm working on right now, hopefully one or both with be out in 2025, if not, you can expect some singles.

[dreadsuitsamus]

Getting Revenge on Jiraiya Headcanons | Jiraiya x Reader |

author's note: i saw a video on facebook and it inspired me to write something silly lol also i have no idea how to actually classify these? they're more than headcanons but i just don't always want to write a full-fledged story with allllll the details, i like the bulleted list telling a story too but to call them headcanons feels inaccurate. does anyone have any suggestions?

pairing: jiraiya x fem!reader

warnings: the relationship depicted is a little toxic lol nothing too crazy though, jealousy and an on and off relationship, light angst, mention of pregnancy loss

You and Jiraiya have an on-again, off-again relationship

However often you always find your way back to each other, there is eventually an off phase again and that's when shit gets out of hand

The two of you are so obviously in love and hooked to the hip even without being official anymore

But... Jiraiya is gonna Jiraiya regardless, whether it's with you or someone else

And you hate it

It's not cheating in the slightest, but it still creates an ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach when you talk to him the morning after an outing

You know the specific glow on his face and his tone of voice when he's gotten laid

they never make him glow like you do

And sometimes, you can admittedly get a little toxic

But Jiraiya loves it when you get jealous, no matter what the consequence is when he purposely prods you to react to his latest hookup

And his toxic trait, along with intentionally setting you off, is that he gets mad at you when you give him a response like he wanted

he thinks it's hot when you're angry tho

The latest encounter will probably be his last though, which is saying a lot

You were out with some friends at a club, dressed to the nines and celebrating Tsunade's birthday

you don't know how old she is and you're afraid to ask

You're having a damn good time, until you happen to glance over and see Jiraiya with three women

One is rubbing his shoulders while he smirks with his stupid face, rubbing one's stupid inner thigh, and sucking a hickey on the other's stupid neck

Your face twists into a jealous fury, and Tsunade notices fast

She pulls you aside. "How are you ever gonna find the right one for you if you're busy with the Jiraiya song-and-dance?"

That makes you pause. You never really thought of actually dating anyone that isn't Jiraiya

You frown. "You're right. I can't keep doing this."

Tsunade smirks "Then make your last act of revenge count."

god she's hot when she starts scheming

Jiraiya never takes his hookups home, which gives you and the girls the perfect opportunity to hatch your plan

You all head to the nearest supermarket and giggle as you make your way to the craft section, heels clicking against the floor and heads of the various employees and customers turning

You quickly pull together your supplies and rush for the register, your friends having to hold Tsunade back from putting an old man with funky sunglasses in traction

The girls follow you out to take the train out of downtown and eventually get to Jiraiya's place. You use your key to get in and set it in the glass bowl he keeps by the door for the last time

You and the girls each don a container of colorful glitter and get to work, saving the bedroom for you alone as they sprinkle it in as many annoying places they can think of

You head upstairs and grit your teeth, unleashing all of your anger as you glitter his room. You throw it on the carpet, digging your heel in to make sure it's really in there. You put it on his clothes, his master bathroom, and finally his bed.

You're surprised when you feel tears falling down to your neck and chest

Nothing hurts you more than not being with Jiraiya, and to see him with another woman (or three) is excruciating. You've loved him for ten years now and it breaks your heart every single time you part with him

And he moves on so easily every fucking time. As if he doesn't care. As if you're easy to replace. You could never find a hookup within a week or two after a breakup

Your eyes settle on a framed photo hung up on the wall. It was of you and Jiraiya from many years ago, and from what you both thought was the best date of your lives. You were both so happy and it brings more tears to your eyes

You knock the picture off the wall, leaving it face down in a pile of glitter

You toss glitter in a few more places before you're all out, throwing the bottle to the side somewhere and heading back downstairs

Tsunade looks at you carefully and brushes her bangs out of her eyes, and quickly calls the rest of the girls to hurry up in case Jiraiya comes home early

You all leave and head back to another club to get what Tsunade referred to as "white girl wasted"

and god were you fucked up

When you're next conscious, it's because your phone is ringing right in your ear

You push your head up, the world around you spinning and the sunlight burning your soul. You check your phone to see it was one in the afternoon, and Jiraiya was the one making your phone ring

"Pfft... 'm not answerin' that one..." You snort, flopping your head back into your pillow. You're not even sure how you got home, but you're thankful for it nonetheless

Eventually you get up to eat and then shower, and when you go back out to your bedroom with your body only covered with a towel, you find Jiraiya sitting at the edge of your bed with his head ducked

You frown. "You should leave."

Jiraiya looks up with fury in his eyes. "I don't think so."

"I'm too hungover for this." You mutter and walk to your dresser.

"You glitter-bombed my house." Jiraiya says, clearly not letting you walk away from this.

"How do you know it's me?" You scoff.

"For starters, I have a Ring camera." He deadpans, "Tell me what you remember of last night."

You inhale deeply as you search your drawers for something to wear. "I went out for Tsunade's birthday."

"And that's it?"

"Obviously." You mutter, lying through your teeth as you pull out a crop top and a pair of underwear. "Look away, perv."

he doesn't

You drop the towel and pull the top over your breasts quickly and follow suit with the thong-style panties, turning and crossing your arms at him

"So what do you want?"

"You should be nicer to the man who got you home safely last night."

You blink, and Jiraiya stands tall with his impressive height and muscle. You forget just how big he is sometimes

"That's right." He crosses his arms. "Even after I came home and saw the mess you made, I still got you home."

"You saw it already? What, you shoot your load early with those bitches last night?"

Jiraiya smirks at your bitterness. "You know more than anyone I'm no one-pump-chump. And I didn't sleep with them, you green-eyed monster."

You narrow your eyes. "Liar."

"I swear on that baby of ours in heaven." Jiraiya says solemnly, looking you right in the eye.

You stare at each other for a long moment before you finally break the silence. "Why are you here?"

"It's time to settle this, don't you think?"

"I settled it last night."

Jiraiya pulls something from his pocket. It's your key you left behind. "You call this settling it? You left your glitter in my house! You'll be stuck on me forever, whether you like it or not. And something tells me, you little minx, that you like that thought."

"Of course I do. But I don't think you do. You move on so fast when we split. Do you even care?"

"I've never moved on from you once. I drink and fuck around to numb the pain of not having you. Every single time." His eyes are soft. "And when I saw you with your friends, I couldn't think of anything but you. So I went home early and found the mess you made, laughed at what I found and went out to take you home. Because you're crazy and I just can't get enough."

"Tell me you mean that." You swallow thickly. "Tell me this will be the last time."

"I'll die before I let you go again. And I really don't wanna know what you'd do to top the glitter revenge."

You laugh and move into his arms, embracing each other tightly and pressing your lips together

Naturally, he places a hand on your ass and gives it a squeeze

"I know what's good for that hangover. Let's just say that there's a little someone I know that's standing here in a thong that once said dick is the best way to cure a hangover."

"God, you're a pervert."

"The name's Jiraiya." He smirks

Dick was, in fact, the best way to cure your hangover

[misterfibbly]

Enchanted

Part One of “Speak Now” 

Peter Parker (Any Spider-Man can work) x Unspecified Gender Reader

word count : 703

summary : you’ve liked peter since god knows how long, but it seems as if he’ll never see you as more than just a friend. at least, that’s what you think

warnings : mild swearing

You couldn’t help but be mildly obsessed with the man in the red and blue suit under the alias “Spider-Man.” He was fearless. He was kind. He did what the police couldn’t do. So, you sort of kind of maybe stalked him on the internet. 

You’d watch in awe as he rescued people from dangerous men with guns and as he stopped robbers from stealing from the bank. It was completely mesmerizing how much this one person could accomplish. 

You’d watch these videos with Peter. You’d compliment Spider-Man’s latest victory and he’d just smile and agree to everything you’d say. It was nice hanging out with him, he was always one to lighten up the environment and honestly just make you smile.

That’s why you liked him so much. 

Today, you had planned to meet up with Peter at his place. For a project, that was. The school year was ready to come to a close and your science teacher decided to give one final assignment. It added a lot to the stress of receiving grades and you hoped that you’d do well. 

So, Peter and you were sitting on the floor of his bedroom -- you leaned against the wall twirling around a pen and him lost in thought in an armchair. 

“Do we have to do this now?” Peter elaborated after seeing your confused expression, “I mean... This project isn’t even due until next week on Friday. We don’t have to finish the whole thing now, do we?”

You were surprised. Peter was never the procrastinator, so this was new for him. “I guess so...” Your words were followed by silence. You just realized you two had nothing at all to talk about.

Peter had gotten lost in his train of thought yet again. “We’re friends right? I can trust you to keep my secrets and never tell anyone... right?”

You sat up in interest. “Y-Yes, of course!”

“Well, there’s something I’ve been debating whether or not I should tell you... You know Spider-Man?” He shook his head. “Of course, you know Spider-Man why did I even ask that... Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, uh...” He fumbled with his words, “That... I’m S-Spider-Man.”

You stared at him for a moment before chuckling. You couldn’t believe this guy was trying to trick you into thinking he was Spider-Man. That was when he held his hand out and shot a thin silk web onto the wall.

“H-Holy shit...” You broke into a huge grin. “Peter! How could you have not told me this before! Asshole! I can’t believe I’ve been stalking you on the internet this whole time!” You laughed and went over to give him a tight hug. “And of course I will never tell anyone. What kind of friend would I be if I did?”

Your cheeks starting heating up as you realized how close you two were standing. “Y-You know... It’s only fair that I tell you something in exchange for the astonishing reveal you just-”

“Is it really that surprising that I’m Spider-Man?” You glared at him. “Sorry, you were saying something about tell me something?”

“Yeah, um... This is really personal and I’d really appreciate it if you just didn’t react so I’m just gonna come out and say it now...

“I like you, Peter. Like, romantically. And I have for a very long time now. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I just felt like I should say it after all this time of keeping my feelings bottled up. It’s really overwhelming, you know, and it makes me feel claustrophobic in my own thoughts I really don’t understand why I didn’t tell you sooner because I had so many opportunities when I could’ve-”

He leaned in and kissed you. You melted into the kiss, but only for a short while before resurfacing to catch a breath. “I thought I specifically told you not to react!” You put on a faux angry face and shoved him playfully in the shoulder. “What was that for, anyway?”

“I don’t know,” he said blankly. I just really felt like doing that.”

“Do it again, then.”

Your lips met his and it felt great. Absolutely breathtaking. Literally.

[sluttyminghao]

picture perfect | k.mg

w.c: 2.6k request:  Inspired by the latest GoSe episode.... Can i request the smuttiest smut of mingyu + his love for documenting (photo/videography) 🥺😩 genre: smut babie! pairing: mingyu x female reader warnings: multiple orgasms, squirting, a shit ton of dirty talk, oral (m. receiving), nude photography/videography a/n: that gose ep really took us all out huh !! also please do not film or photograph people sexually unless there is consent!!

“Don’t move baby, let me get my camera out so i can take a photo of how perfect you look right now”

A scarlet hue coloured your cheeks as you remained as still as a statue, splayed out on the bed with hair sprawling in every direction, and the late afternoon sun pouring in the window, providing a golden glow over you and Mingyu as he jumped off the bed to get his camera. 

You watched him as he walked back, fiddling with the settings on the camera to try and find the perfect angles and settings to capture your beauty perfectly. The glow from the sun was causing his tan skin to shine a brilliant bronze colour, making your mouth water. 

While you were too busy ogling him and his gorgeous body, you hadn't realized he was now standing right above you, camera in hand and a large smirk painted on his face. He knew you were gawking at him, which only made him laugh in response when you blushed once again, covering your face with your hands.

“Don’t cover your face baby, I wanna see how pretty you look” as he slowly pulled your hands away from your eyes, his smirk now replaced with a pretty smile that showed all his teeth. You smiled widely at his comment, to which he immediately moved the camera towards his face and clicked a few times on the buttons, before looking back and observing the photos he had just taken.

He took a few more pictures with you in similar positions like that, sometimes moving your hair or a piece of your clothing and a few times even using the bedsheets as the perfect backdrop for his photography. He even incorporated lots of natural light from the afternoon glow, as well as artificial glow from the lamps and lights within your bedroom. Every single picture he had taken of you he wanted to print out and stick into a folder, where he would be able to look at them forever.

“So perfect...” As he looked back down at you, your clothes slightly askew and moved around, letting him see slivers of your skin. He moved his hand away from the camera to run his fingers across the portions of skin that were available, sending shivers down your spine. He noticed how quickly you reacted to his fingers running across the skin, so he slowly started moving your clothes to have more access to your skin.

“Hmm I have an idea baby, would you be up to having a little bit of fun?” His question sent a pool or arousal shooting straight to the pit of your stomach, a small smile cracking on your lips as his fingers continued to trace mindless patterns on your stomach and he moved to sit next to you on the bed, eyes boring deep into yours.

“I’m always up for a bit of fun gyu, what did you have in mind?” You spoke quietly, immediately grabbing his hand and intertwining his fingers with yours, while he kissed slowly up your neck, small patches of saliva in its wake as he made his way to your lips, kissing you slowly and with passion.

“I want to make love to you, but I want to take lots of photos. I want photos of you sucking my cock and me eating you out, as well as when I have my cock buried deep inside you and you're crying out my name” You gulped as he described every filthy little detail to you, his eyes shining with lust while you tried to control the burning arousal within you, but to no avail.

But he wasn't finished.

“I also want to record some videos of you on my phone, so that when I have to go away for work and we aren't available to talk to each other I can watch the videos and see how perfect you are, especially when you’re being fucked” He looked up at you when he had finished talking, only to now see that your eyes were also blown with lust and you needed him to take you right then and there.

“Sounds like fun, let’s do it”

You could hardly get your sentence out before he was ripping your shirt off your head and pulling his off harshly straight after, his head immediately diving down between your neck and chest to suck on your collarbone, and moving his way down towards your breasts, purple and blue bruises beginning to form a path from his ministrations. The feeling you were getting from just the marks he was leaving on your chest made you drive your hands into his hair and tug, pulling a quiet groan from his lips.

Once he was satisfied with the markings he had made on your chest and neck, he pulled away and smiled, before grabbing the camera and snapping a few photos of the marks, feeling proud of his work. He put the camera down and removed your bra, taking both of your boobs into his hands and gently massaging them, pulling a small moan from you.

He continued massaging and playing with your boobs, before pinching the nipple slightly to make you whine for him. Once he decided you were ready for more, he pulled your leggings down so you were just left in your underwear, a very visible wet spot staining them, which Mingyu just simply smirked at before cupping your clothed core and pressing hard, making you gasp.

“You’re so sensitive already baby, and I’ve hardly done anything yet, but that’s about to change”

His cocky attitude was sending you into a flurry of filthy thoughts on everything you wanted him to do to you. and through your lust-filled haze, you were able to grab his pant leg and tug on them, indicating that you wanted them off. Without any hesitation he ripped them off himself and flung them to the floor, before continuing his ministrations on your clothed core.

You were hurting towards your orgasm, the heat in the pit of your stomach was beginning to burn and Mingyu showed no signs of stopping his fingers on your clit. He knew you were about to cum, and he wanted to get every single second of it, so he immediately grabbed his phone from beside him and pressed record, his cock hardening at the sight before him; you moaning his name loudly as your orgasm ripped through you, shaking from how powerful it was before eventually calming down and opening your eyes slowly.

“That was so fucking hot baby, but I hope you know I’m not done with you just yet” as he began to pull your soaked underwear down, making him moan at the sight of your pussy all wet just for him. He couldn’t help himself as he stuck two fingers between your folds, picking up any leftover juice from your orgasm and bringing it to his lips and sucking, a soft moan coming from him as he did so. The sight alone was enough to make you cum again, but you said nothing as Mingyu then removed his own underwear, his cock springing out and grabbing your attention immediately.

His cock was hard and red, and the tip was begin to flush a pale purple colour, There was also a few beads of precum on the tip, which you instinctively reached out and picked up with your fingers. and sucking them into your lips just as Mingyu had done to you previously. The sight made him suck in a breath, with how innocent you looked he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, so he needed to take as many photos as he could before he came.

He stroked his cock a few times with hand, a small hiss eliciting from his swollen lips as he moved closer towards you, bringing a hand around your neck and pulling you into a kiss that was full of heat and lust. You moved his hand away from his cock and slowly began to pump him yourself, a silent gasp coming from his lips as he sat back on his knees, watching you carefully as you leant down to suck the tip of his cock into your mouth, one of his hands automatically reaching for your hair to pull on, and the other reaching for his camera. His hold wasn’t very steady on the camera, nor his phone when he used it, but he knew that this was something that may not happen again for a while, so he was cherishing it while he could.

“You suck my cock so well baby, you’re such a good girl for me” He hissed as you took more of his cock into your mouth, and pumping anything that wouldn’t fit. You glanced up at him innocently through your lashes which sent him into a frenzy, immediately grabbing your jaw with both hands and face fucking you roughly. You gagged a few times from the sheer size of his cock, and he gently wiped away the tears you shed with his thumb, seemingly gentle in comparison to his actions with his cock.

“F-fuck i’m so close...m’gonna cum in your mouth and i wa-wanna take photos o-okay?”

You only moaned in response as his thrusts sped up and started getting sloppy, knowing he was right about to cum. He thrust a few more times into your mouth before his seed filled you up, a loud groan coming from his mouth as his hips stuttered and he finally finished, fumbling around on the mattress for his phone so he could snap some pictures of you. When he pointed the camera at you, you opened your mouth to show his cum, before swallowing it and Mingyu then proceeding to take more photos of how fucked out you were from being face-fucked by him.

Before you had even really recovered from his cock in your mouth, he had flipped you back onto your back and he was hovering over you, the tip of his cock pressing at your entrance. You knew straight away that he would be able to push in very easily, which made you blush. “God you’re so sexy when you’re all fucked out like this, and it’ll make me going away for work so much easier now when I look at these photos of you”

He grabbed his phone and hit the record button just as he pushed into you, so that he was able to get a video of your face contorting in pleasure as he thrust into you, moans escaping your lips as he did so. He chuckled at how desperate you were, and immediately pulled out of you, before slamming back in and causing you to let out a scream as he started thrusting at a steady pace.

He had moved his phone down to where your bodies were currently connected, and all that could be heard were the slaps of his hips on yours, as well as both of your moans that were intertwining with each other. He began leaving more marks along your neck and chest, leaving you to only scratch at his back and whimper at the sheer pleasure he was giving you in that moment. He stopped recording momentarily and put his phone down so he could focus purely on you, grabbing your hips with his hands and thrusting hard and fast into you, moans getting louder and louder with each thrust.

“You’re so fucking wet and tight for me baby, you like when I film you huh? And you like when I fuck you like this? Such a needy little slut for me when you wanna be, god i wish i could see you like this all the time”

You could hardly even form a sentence with the way he was fucking you, so you just scratched up his back again in response, to which he hissed and thrust into you particularly deep, a cry escaping your lips as he did so. He immediately grinned and hit the same spot again, before picking his phone up to get some more photos and videos of you in your fucked out state.

It continued on for a few minutes like this, both of your breathing getting heavier as he continued to roll his hips into yours and leave hickeys along your chest, while you scratched his back and attempted to leave your own marks on his chest, which left him whimpering. Mingyu could feel your walls clenching around him, meaning that you were starting to approach your second, and more than likely most powerful, orgasm of the night.

“Are you close baby?” He moaned out, a small nod from you being the only assurance he needed before moving a hand down toward your clit and rubbing in harsh circles. The feeling from his cock moving inside you and his hands on your clit sent you tumbling over the edge with a cry of his name, as you began to shake and everything went black. He gasped at what had just happened and looked down to see that everything was...too wet. He smirked at the thought and would remind you when you were able to speak again, but in that moment he was crashing down form his high, his cum filling you up and painting your walls. He collapsed on top of you momentarily, and only moved once you had brought a hand to his hair.

“That was amazing” you managed to get out, voice hoarse from moaning and screaming. He smiled and pecked you on the lips, before slowly moving himself from you and sitting up, grabbing his camera so he could take a few last photos for the night. He watched you carefully as you lay on the bed, sprawled out and looking absolutely beautiful. Your chest was still moving up and down quite rapidly but slowly beginning to return to normal, you were covered in sweat and cum and your cheeks were a bright shade of red, and he thought you looked absolutely stunning.

You were immersed in your own thoughts while Mingyu continued snapping photos of you, when you noticed that something felt a little...odd. You reached down to where Mingyu had just pulled out of you and noticed that it was wetter than normal. Your eyes widened at the thought and you immediately squeaked out a question to the man in front of you, even though you were 99% sure of the answer.

“Did I squirt on your cock?”

His cheeky smile was all you needed for confirmation as you groaned and hid your face in your hands like you had earlier in the evening, to which Mingyu chuckled and pulled your hands away again, giving each of your cheeks a kiss. “Yes, you did, but I thought it was very hot and I’d love to be able to try and make you do it again”

Your cheeks were practically glowing red at his response, nodding lightly as if saying you wanted him to do it again. He grinned once more, before picking you up off the bed and carrying you bridal style to the shower, where he started running a nice warm shower for you both.

“Maybe we can try again later in the week, I’m sure you’re exhausted and I just want to look after you and get some take-out food and spend the rest of the night cuddling”

Which you did, you spent hours cuddling and chatting about nonsense, all the while eating take-out. Mingyu always spoiled you after rough sessions like that, and you hoped it never changed.

[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello. I have a question. How would the demon brothers (and/or the undatables + Luke) react to a very hyper and adorable but mute six year old female mc with cute curly hair? (Mc can be gender neutral if you want)

Brothers + undateables react to adorable mute six year old MC

[brothers + side chatacters & mute, six year old MC]

Lucifer:

You were already better than any other child he's had to look after

Far better than any of this brothers combined

Your hyper nature did tend to annoy him at times and get you in trouble

But it was hard to say no or tell you off

Would often just have you sit with him whilst he works

He'll let you write your own 'reports'

If he's allowed; he'll twirl and gently pull the curls and let them bounce back - he tends to this absent-mindedly If you're sitting with him

Your energy is contagious

Is learning sign language for you and even has him and brothers do it with you when you have online classes

Mammon:

He keeps loosing - he calls out for you thinking you'll Respond before remembering you're mute

Has given you a whistle that any demon will be able to hear even if they're yards away

Definitely uses you in his schemes

Who could ever be mad at such an adorable face?

He couldn't!

Mammon has taught you how to swear in sign language - both human and demon style

Has tried to curl his hair to be like yours

He wanted to match but they didn't turn out right and wasn't a good look

Levithan:

Let's you mess around in his room

He'll normally find you in his tub bed, staring at the jelly fish lights he has

He'll pull down the lights and let you play with them

Tries REALLY HARD to keep his gamer rage controlled if you're in the room

Likes to squish and pinch your cheeks

If you're unable to sleep due to being hyper, he's the perfect person to go to

He barely sleeps and has a night glowy room to relax in

He suggests you cosplay with him, always picks out chatacters who have the same hair as you

Satan:

Your hair is his stress ball

He'll squeeze a fist fall of your curls and watch them spring when pulled - don't worry he's very gentle and mindful if he's getting carried away

Uses your hyper energy when he feels tired

Wants to prank Lucifer but can't finish the plan or device in time?

You'll be his helper

LOVES giving you loads of sugar so you're more hyper

He'll carry you around until he sees Lucifer or any brother that's annoyed him

Immediately put you down and let you go like you're a wild animal down the halls

Will swear in sign language If you're in the room and he's feeling angry - he's bribed you to not tell anyone he's swearing Infront of you

Asmodeus:

He does your hair every morning

Has become the master of combing through your curls without hurting you

Asmo will lend you his bath products if you want them

Works hard to keep up with your energy

He can't get enough of how adorable you are, always pointing it out to others and showing you off to other demons

Has you join him in skin care so you can keep your soft skin

Lucifer had to stop him from putting you into a pageant

Has no issues with your muteness, as long as he's able to communicate with you one way or another - he's content

Beezlebub:

He's your lift EVERYWHERE

Need to grab something high off the shelf? He'll either do it for you or lift you so you can grab it

He opens all the jars for you

Carries you everywhere

You're just so cute and small; he just wants to protect and hold you

Has suggest you work out with him to tire yourself out, not wanting you to be hyper all day and night

You actually did join him for awhile; lifting up plastic weights and small boxes

Meanwhile he did the real deal

He thinks your curls look like pasta; has lost himself in a day dream and ended up chewing on your hair

Has learned body language cues from you so he can understand how you're feeling when you can't do sign language

Belphegor:

How are you so hyper?

You've jumped on his bed whilst he sleeps too many times

He doesn't want to play dolls with you right now- wait - Mr toad and Bonnibel Alexandra the third did what?!

Likes resting his head on your hair, he can be a sleep cuddler so watch out

When you're being fussy and he doesn't want to deal with it

He closes his eyes so he can't see you sign

Your cute face is difficult to stay mad at

Besides, an angry six year old isn't something he can take seriously

Calls you Luke 2.0

UNDATEABLES ↓

Diavolo:

Big dad vibes

Encourages you to stay in the castle with him

He gets so happy when you show him your latest drawing or any school work you have

Has drawings you've done pinned up in his bedroom wall

Wants to look after you whilst you stay with him

He'll call asmo or look up tutorials on how to brush your curls and keep them from knotting

Will bounce the bottom of your hair; it just makes him laugh

Has said 'i don't like the tone you're using' after you grumpily signed at him

Made it a mandatory lesson in R.A.D to learn human sign language

Barbatos:

Sneaks you sweet treats and let's you help him out in the kitchen

Your energy reminds him when his master was young

Has lost you in the many hallways and twists of the castle

Stressed™

Diavolo thinks following a deviltube video will teach him but it's really Barbatos

Buys products and combs made specially for your hair

He pinches your cheeks to be affection but it can be abit annoying

He's always making sure you feel comfortable within the Devildom

Solomon:

Likes to play hide and seek with you

By hide and seek he means, you'll make you hide and he'll go sit somewhere you can't find easily and do any homework he has

Has been teaching you really low grade spells

Hopes you'll be his apprentice when your older

As a fellow human he is already knowledgeable to sign language

He understands your body language and will do his best to help if needed

Didn't expect to find a child in the Devildom

Wonders where your parents are

Trusts you with crystals he's collected over the centuries

Simeon:

He sees himself as Luke's grandpa and feels the same towards you

Gives you celestial realm sweets

Just always has them in his pocket

Finds your knowledge in signing swears extremely hilarious

Very protective of you, always worried the Devildom will be too scary for someone your age

Enjoys playing with your curls

Tends to spoil you

Just can't say no to those adorable puppy eyes

Luke:

Happy to have someone younger than him around

He's 4'5 and if you're taller than him; he'll be so mad and embarassed

He's still a child himself so he finds it very easy to keep up with you

Feels like a big brother to you

Is very protective, just like Simeon

Hates it when demons come near you

You're too young to be harassed by those demons!

What If they hurt your cute face?!

He likes playing with your hair and asks if you think curls will fit him

[bratzkoo]

tiktok - the one where you rate the celebrities you have met | hyung line

+ requests: make a rating with celeb react where reader rates them  Author: bratzkoo Pairing: bts hyung line x reader Genre: fluff, comedy (not really oof) Rating: PG Word count: 620 Warnings/note: it’s a hyung line react but jungkook is always around oof summary: you do tiktok challenges to your unaware/clueless boyfriend requests are open (for tiktok series and anything, really.) navigation | maknae line version -

Kim Namjoon:

“Rating celebrities I met.” Namjoon looked at you with a fond smile when he sees you doing another tiktok video, with the last memory of you calling him by his first name he knows you’re up to no good again. “Jungkook from bts.” You say. “He’s a little bitch, 10/10.” Namjoon laughs at your comment of Jungkook but you still gave him a high rating because he knows Jungkook has a special place in your heart.. “Last is RM from bts, 100/10.” You smile at him when you say his rating. “The nicest human being on earth. When I first met him, he talked to me like we know each other for years.” “Aww, thanks babe.” He says. “Then he asked me out, now we’re dating.” You point the camera at him who is nodding approvingly. “That we are!” He says. -

Kim Seokjin:

“Jin from bts...” Seokjin hears you say from your bedroom, he walks towards you so he could see what you’ve been up to. “I’ll give the rating of 9/10.” 

Seokjin gasped loudly making you notice that he’s in the room with you and you also notice his fake offended reaction, “How rude. 9/10? I’m the 10 in this relationship and you gave me 9/10.”

“The reason is because he’s a dramatic bitch and he always bullies me but I also love him the most.” You giggle when you say that.

“I love you the most too.” He says, with a faint smile. “Now go rate that brat Jungkook.” Confident that you’ll give him a low rating for how he’s bratty he is.

”10/10.” You say, Seokjin’s smile fades.

”10/10?!”

-

Min Yoongi:

“You should really rate celebs you met since you’re dating Yoongi and know a lot of celebs by now.” You read aloud what one of the fans commented on your last tiktok post. Yoongi hums in agreement at your side.

“You should, what rating would you give the boys?” He asks.

You contemplate for a second before answering, “For starters, I would give Jungkook-- 10/10.”

“That’s generous of you, didn’t you just call him a--”

“A muscle-pig brat who disrespects me as much as he disrespects Jimin.”

“That’s right.”

“I’m grateful for the friendship.” You explain, not minding his nose scrunch, he must’ve think you’re joking. “I saw him with his girlfriend last time, he’s whipped.” 

“Felt. What about me, what’s my rating?”

“100/10 cause you my bae.” You say, kissing his forehead. “My one and only.” -

Jung Hoseok:

“Hi, I’m going to rate the celebrities I have met.” You see Hoseok holding his phone as he watches your latest post on tiktok. “I’ll rate with her because I’m a celebrity myself.” Hoseok sees Jungkook appears in the camera with you, a scoff visible on your face when he did. “You made the video when you were hanging out with Kookie.” Hoseok says and you nod with a soft smile appearing in your face. “I’m giving Jungkook 10/10 even if he’s a brat, he’s also one of my best friends.” Jungkook smiles at you in the video. “And I will give Hobi-hyung 0/10, cause he once told Noona not to buy me banana milk. Hope you’re watching this, because I promise you I will get my revenge!” Jungkook threatens, you slap his shoulders playfully.

“For me, I’ll give Hobi 1000/1, Hobi is the best, he’s always kind and full of hope every time. A sunshine, the love of my life, and my precious angel.”  Hoseok beams at you when he hears what you say about him, giving you a kiss on the cheeks.

“Babe, I love you.” He says. -

[kpopchangedme]

Sun-drenched [M] - Youngjae

Every time you opened your mouth something outrageous came out but unfortunately, your new dorky step-brother seemed to be immune. You couldn’t tell if Youngjae was actually that clueless or if your reputation preceded you. 

Protagonists: Choi Youngjae & You

Word Count: 4.6k

Genre: NSFW - Cringe Fest - Smut - slight exhibitionism - f*ckgirl - Stepbrother!au || [One Shot]

[The Pleasure Chest: A Cringe Fest]

GOT7 | M.list

Your mother was doing that thing with her hair again, slightly shaking her head every time her new beau spoke. Every single bob invariably made her blonde curls spring. How disgusting. You had asked to be bleached once, a few years ago, and she had the audacity to claim it would look cheap on you. So unfair. 

She hadn't met her fourth husband for more than 6 months before she did just that. She thought it made her look younger, but Miami-midlife-crisis was more like it. It wasn't pretty wheat blonde, it was white yellow-ish banana buttercream. On-sale daffodil... Much like the sad ones Youngnam had gotten her from the convenience store yesterday.  They were now awaiting certain death in a crystal vase husband-number-two had gotten her for God knows what occasion.

You rolled your eyes when your latest stepfather started going over safety rules again. At your dad's there was never a need for them and if you correctly remembered the last time you had lived with your mom... You smiled, imagining how Dr. Top Surgeon would react if he found out his perfect church-going wife used to pop pills like candy and store a very impressive bong in the third drawer of her kitchen.

That would make for a fun scene. 

The goodbyes seemed to stretch half an eternity in the living room, after which you got dragged to the hall where the speech began all over again. Your mom gave you a short hug, more of a shoulder squeeze, then she pulled back and frowned with intent as much as her botox allowed. You shrugged off her silent don't-screw-this-up warning, already waving goodbye to her husband. Shoo shoo, you thought, sending the adults off to a far far away location. 

As soon as the door shut behind, you squealed in excitement. 

Summer had officially begun! 

Moving half across the country to fake “house sit” their new place while they honeymooned in Boca wasn't exactly what you had scheduled for your vacations. But when Youngnam accidentally let the words infinity pool and cars – as in with an S – slip out during the weekly video call, not even the dread on your mother’s face could’ve deterred you from flying over. 

As it turns out, Dr. Choi was loaded. 

Something you probably would’ve figured out earlier if you’d bothered showing up for the ceremony at all. Unfortunately, the wedding hadn't matched your Spring Break’ schedule and you decided having been present to the many previous ceremonies should be considered enough daughterly care for a lifetime. 

As you bent to the freezer for a celebratory parent-free popsicle, you felt the eyes of that gift-that-came-with-the-house glued to your ass. He briefly glanced down at the flash of your stomach’s skin when you jumped to sit on the counter. 

Surprisingly enough, your mother’s many rings had never once come with a step-brother before...

Usually, she went for the bachelor or womanizer types and those had the decency to never have baggage. Dr. Choi was a break of pattern and the news came with complete horror on your part.

For as long as you could, you had made a duty of never meeting his son, pretended he didn't even exist. So when the bubbly blended trio came to pick you up at the airport yesterday, you had been shocked.

They had said soloist of the local Choir and you’d heard; loser. Piano lessons? Dork. All-boys school graduate? Stuck-up. Computer Science Major? Nerd alert.

No one had talked about… That.

As a matter of fact, Choi Youngjae himself had not spoken much either, but he was certainly looking... 

And there were few things you enjoyed more than having a man's undivided attention.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen in all his glory, your new step-brother was staring, as usual, watching intently as you sucked your popsicle. You made sure to make a show of it.

“So… What about lunch?” He finally asked even though it was barely 9. Just to rattle him you hummed on the sugary treat as a reply. Mission accomplished. “S-Should I order pizza?”

“Don't worry, I’m easy...” Youngjae’s gaze fluttered down to your belly ring again. Boy, if he liked that one he had a few things coming. “I’ll eat anything if it's on you.”

Gaze widening, he pretended to look at something over in the living room and walked away.

Wait no, the poor guy literally bolted out of the kitchen to escape to safety. So fast one could wonder if this whole first exchange was the fruit of your devious imagination.

Oh no, you had just traumatized your babyish step-bro.

It made sense, you were one scary bitch.

All-boys school graduate? Virgin, you mentally took note. 

Or perhaps your mom had said something about you devouring the souls of poor innocent men. They said the apple never fell far from the tree. Grinning like a shark, you discarded the melting popsicle in the trash.

This promised to be one Hell of a summer break. 

______________________

“It’s been more than 10 minutes...” Chimlin flipped the phone over to yell unintelligibly at her demonic baby twin sisters. Despite the protection, you winced. “No DMs.”

“Then he hasn’t seen it yet.” Artlessly reporting for BFF’ duty was a lot more fun face to face, but for a few months, video calls would have to do. “Trust me.”

“I don't know,” she whined, going on all over again about how her boyfriend hadn’t picked up the phone since their nightly routine fight of yesterday. 

Sometimes you wondered if you’d even follow her back on Insta if you met this current sad version of herself. Kinda hard to tell, but she used to be the coolest baddest chick on campus. Then she was partnered with that Italian exchange student for a Statistic class, disgustingly dripping pheromones, cash and European pizzazz. Yes, Statistics. The most boring course ever, let's be real. But Chimlin was a genius, the deadly hot kind. No matter how shit-faced she was, that girl could track the B-52s and Gin Tonics’ calorie count of each respective member of your girl squad, not that she'd ever had to care herself.

Then Massimo came. At first, he was just a casual hook-up, but he managed to worm his way into her brain and grew there like a tumour. By the end of last semester, they were full-on steady-going together like in cringy 90s rom-coms. He was always stuck to her like a parasite.

Gone was your favourite 4 feet 11 party animal.

“Do you have any idea how many bitches Mas could meet this summer?”

You snorted, “Not even close to the number of dicks you could have in Pattaya if you wanted to.”

“Phatthaya,” she corrected automatically with a dramatic eye-roll. “That’s the thing, I don't want to. I only want one dick and he's miles away.” She waved her hand to brush it off right as your mouth opened in protest.

Her Italian barnacle did want to remain with her on campus for summer, but Chimlin thought she had better plans that involved a lot more beaches and fruity drinks. She simply couldn't live with her own poor life choices now and you were just about to tell her so when a flash of skin on the screen distracted you.  

“What else have you been hiding?” You sing-sang, impressed by the view. 

She glanced over her shoulder, “That's my uncle. Like... He’s literally my mom’s lil’ brother. Gross.”

“I know what an uncle is and that's a very hot one if I’ve ever seen one. You can look.”

“We’re not all depraved sluts like you.” She only half-teased with a sharp laugh. “How's the cute new brother doing, by the way?”

“No idea.” You flipped the camera and zoomed on Youngjae's bedroom window like to prove a point. The curtains were drawn, concealing anything worth mentioning from view. You were lounging by the pool on one of those fancy long chairs, much as you had been for the past week. Margarita, sunscreen, repeat. If this boring routine went on, you’d be so tanned by the end of summer no one on campus would recognize you. Sometimes you did think Youngjae's curtains were wobbling, maybe he was spying on you but it could all be your imagination. “Typical. He's been in hiding from me since day one.”

“I don't blame him.”

“Don't blame me for wanting him either. He's a good boy in a bad boy’s body.”

“I don't even know what that means...”

“No one does. But he's not cute, he's hot. I need him all over me and I've been telling him so, but he's strangely elusive. I think he hits the gym above the grocery store on the corner, I should join.”

“Stalker.”

“I don’t stalk, I live in his house.”

“No wonder the poor guy doesn't go out of that room, I bet he picked up on all your slutty energy.” In the rectangle screen, Chimlin switched to tan the other side and you did the same, laying on your back.

“Ha ha. He'd have to be moronic not to,” you were holding the phone above, casting a partial shadow on your face.

“Your legend precedes you. He's scared you're gonna trap and fuck him.”

“What else am I supposed to do when you've abandoned me and flew to the other side of the world? You know I need a summer project.”

“And of course, it had to be a guy.”

You were so glad she stopped whining about Mas for a minute that you let that one slide. “Well, I am not a needlepoint kind-of-girl.”

“Right, hey maybe it isn’t the incest that’s creeping your brother out. Maybe he's gay.”

Someone snorted out loud at that – not you – and you sat up in alarm.

Two guys were standing by the edge of the pool.

“No, he's not,” said the one on the left, a smile in his voice. They were directly in your sun, so you had trouble making out their features. One silhouette was slightly slumped, the other tall and all limbs. You suddenly felt very exposed, dropping Chimlin to fasten your bikini top in a hurry. This show wasn't for strangers to enjoy.

“Who are you?” The second man asked, clearly lost.

“She's it,” the other echoed.

“Who are you? I live here.”

“We're your brother's social life,” the frisky one smiled largely, kind of in a dangerous way that you immediately recognized for your own. Friends, they were Youngjae's friends and they very clearly overheard your embarrassing banter with Chimlin.

Flushing – a rare occurrence – you brought a hand to shield your eyes from the sun while you corrected; “Step-br–”

A sharp voice cut in, “She's not my sister.”

Behind, Youngjae was standing awkwardly by the patio door, a stern look on his face. He didn't seem surprised his people were there. He didn't even glance in your direction before disappearing back as you blankly stared after him. 

“Well, thank fuck,” the you-guy turned to wink, following him inside. “Good luck with your summer project! I’ll root for you!”

In a daze, you picked your phone back up. Chimlin was still there, waiting dilligently to be briefed on what just transpired. You puffed your cheeks, mentally preparing for what was to come.

______________________

Swear to God, Youngjae had not come out of that room for two days.

Two.

Fricking.

Days.

Maybe he had a fridge in there.

Maybe he only came to life after midnight like a vampire to avoid the whore squatting his dad’s house. 

Whatever his annoying friends told him had certainly made a lasting impression. You just hoped he wasn't the type to go cry to parents whenever something happened. You had no intention of going back to your tiny dorm all alone and sad for the summer just because you hurt his feelings by finding him bangable. Or worse, at your father's.

What was he even thinking?

You had not done anything wrong. Pushed a bad joke a little bit too far perhaps, nothing to get all worked up about. No reason to get shunned out of your mother's life again. 

Youngjae's reaction, or lack thereof, was way out of line.

It's not like you had actually done anything to him. He was such a prude. A prude that eye-fucked you all the time!

Church baby boys were the worst.

What an ass.

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.

.

Three days?!

Three days of an overly empty house. The atmosphere had gotten so heavy, the air so tense you couldn't even think about anything else. There was nothing left to do. Just sit on the couch inside or by that dumb infinity pool, starring at the drawn curtains of your step-brother's bedroom. They weren't wobbling anymore.

Which was what you were actively doing this afternoon, ruminating your dark thoughts for hours. You didn't even notice you were getting dangerously warmer. When your timer went off, announcing it was sunscreen time again you nearly fell from your chair. 

Doing the legs was the easiest part, your favourite to be honest. They were one hell of an asset of yours. You were massaging the thick lotion on your right calf when something at the corner of your eye caught your attention. 

For a heartbeat or two, you thought you were hallucinating. 

Youngjae had finally reappeared. 

He was standing at the end of the pool, a knapsack thrown over his shoulders. His thumbs were hooked in the straps, hands dangling to his sides like dead weights. If he looked like a young boy at first glance, the heated look on his face was one of a man.

Frozen still, you gulped. True to form, he kept staring for a long moment before turning to the house and you thought he was about to go into hiding again – but oh no, fuck – he was actually pacing towards you. 

“I’m back.” Youngjae blurted out awkwardly, mouth twisted. 

Yours was opened in a mix of disbelief and shock. He was actually addressing you. “Back?” From where the corner store?

“Yes,” his eyes ghosted over your poor excuse of a bikini before anchoring themself back to safety in yours. Again, horny eyes. If you were warm earlier, now you were burning up. “I thought it'd be better if I stayed away at Bam's for a few days…”

Right? No one could actually stay between four walls so dilligently. It made sense. You were so dumb.

Apparently, your confusion was evident. “Didn’t you notice I was gone?” No, you had not. So your step-brother was so freaked out being around you that he actually moved out for a few days. Had you gotten that bad? Jesus. “Anyway, I’m back home with you now.” 

Youngjae took a step closer, kindly getting in your light so you'd stop squinting at him. He looked even hotter in the bright light of day, sweat pearled between your breasts. He frowned and bit his lower lip waiting for a reaction. The things you'd do to that perfectly proper mouth. 

Of course, what came out of yours at the moment was less than appropriate. He was right to be scared, you weren't safe at all.

“Wanna do me?”

Yes, you were that bad. Terrible indeed.

“Do I-I,” he gasped for air – oops, “w-what?”

“My back,” you clarified smiling like a prisoner that hadn't been fed a good meal in days, “sunscreen.” The poor man should've stayed far far away from you. 

You weren’t crazy or desperate, but you couldn't resist. You had been patient and unusually upright so far. You deserved a treat. You were hungry and you knew your step-brother wanted you too, he wouldn't have felt the need to hide away otherwise. Youngjae had an interesting duality, shamelessly thirsting over you one minute and getting flustered and embarrassed the next. He must have been deeply unsettled by your open invitation because before you could flip over, he had claimed possession of the bottle. 

Or maybe he just didn't need to be asked twice this time. He knew. He wanted to give in to temptation. Why would he even come back here otherwise? 

Laying down, you reached to undo the bikini strings, pressing your loosely covered chest against the rough towel on the chair. You waited.

“You must really hate tan lines,” Youngjae said in your back, sounding tormented, “it seems you're never properly wearing clothes.” He sat down in slow motion like an obedient little boy as you grinned. 

“Are you ever gonna put your hands on me?” You teased once more, it was like a string was tugging up your insides through that dirty mouth of yours. You wanted to keep pushing him, wanted to find out what it'd take to make him break. And just fuck you really. It was fighting the inevitable by now. 

Every guy you met wanted to have you.

Usually, you didn't have to beg.

“I'm trying not to,” he admitted the obvious. “I promised I would never touch you,” Youngjae grumbled and you jerked in surprise when lotion spurted on your lower back. “Promised my father I’d treat you well.”

It made sense, a good boy would never disobey and do his dirty step-sister. If your legend preceded you, his golden son’s reputation certainly did too. Honestly, this promise made the taunting easier and even more tempting. It made for a funnier challenge and the spark in Youngjae's eyes when he looked at you hinted you could break him if you really tried.

You were about to defy his ethics again when words went back down your throat, letting way to a sharp sigh. He had suddenly fully committed to applying your sunscreen, fingers exploring your skin. You asked to be touched and he had risen to the occasion, firmly rubbing the lotion on your naked back. 

Earlier you had every intention of teasing him further by enjoying this a little too much, but you weren’t sure it was entirely voluntary when the first moan escaped. If he wanted to keep it PG, he probably should’ve stopped right there, but it didn't seem to deter your step-brother. He kept going, massaging you along the way. His thumbs traced circles up your spine until one of his palms cupped your nape. 

Perhaps this is what an erotic massage was supposed to feel like, heaven. Every stroke was totally appropriate, very perfect boy-ish, but still, your toes were curling. After a few minutes, Youngjae's breathing was heavy, he was enjoying this impromptu contact just as much.

You both had made yourselves obvious these past weeks; him with the eye-fucking, you with the open-truths. Clearly, the forbidden nature of your desires would make for an even more intense experience. You couldn't even imagine how it'd feel to take it further now. 

“I've never had a step-brother before,” you mewled, mentally following the downwards path of his hands.

“I bet you love messing with me,” he replied, barely audible. 

His pianist’s fingers were now haltingly sliding up your ribcage. He wasn't rubbing in anything anymore, just caressing all he could reach. 

He was right, but you wanted more. That was the sexiest thing that happened to you in forever. Having a guy want you bad enough he had to hide away to resit, and now having his hands on you. You wanted him everywhere, all over. You didn’t care; step-brother promises or not.

Giving in to temptation, you turned around, resting on your elbow. Your untied bikini had not followed so you watched as his face fell in realization. Youngjae's mouth opened in awe, eyes glued to your bare perky breasts. At the moment, there was absolutely nothing going on in that male brain of his. He didn’t move; you helped.

As soon as you put one of his hands on your chest, he came back to life. 

“Jesusfuck,” he breathed out, completely winded.

Wow.

Church baby boys were the best.

Entertained, you reached for the sunscreen, pouring lotion on yourself again. “You aren't done.”

“I…” Youngjae swallowed back his protests, cupping your boobs with both hands. He couldn't even look up anymore, enthralled by your nakedness.

No matter what their intentions were, it seemed good guys were still guys after all. If you had known he was this easy to overwhelm, you would’ve walked around topless sooner.

“The neighbours will see us...”

He didn't seem to mind that much, seeing as his thumbs were stroking your pierced nipples relentlessly. If those middle-aged housewives you only caught glimpses off looked over the edge now, they’d have a pretty impressive show. 

“Let them,” sitting, you snaked a hand to his dramatic bulge. Your mouths got so close you felt his breath ghost over. Beaten by your expertise, his shorts’ button came undone first, his fly was even more compliant. 

The moment of truth.

Youngjae's whole body shook when you took his cock in your palm. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Fuck, he was so hard and flushed for you. He pinched your erected nipples in response and you felt a familiar vivid jolt of pleasure and pain down to your toes. Not a virgin, after all, no doubt he would handle you just fine. 

You pressed your mouth to his neck and sucked, right where his Adam's apple bobbed.

That's it, all for you. You were so going to eat up that good boy.

“Mmmm, I’ll tell daddy you’re treating me so fucking well...”

Of all the filthy things you had said so far, this was the one that got the strongest reaction. The wrong one. Youngjae jerked up to his feet, tugging at his shorts in panic. He swore a dozen of times, out of his mind as you stood there, frozen still.

“Sorry,” he offered at last, pitiful before running for his life to the house. 

Fuck.

No.

Surely you were feverish. 

Having a heatstroke.

You had imagined the whole thing.

You had not just being left out cold by a man.

This type of shit never happened to girls like you. 

It took a few minutes to gather back your thoughts and when you did, you decided this wasn't even close to completion.

Without wasting a second more you stormed inside the house, almost flying upstairs to that mythical off-limits bedroom of his. You didn't bother banging, he was in such a hurry he forgot to lock behind, so the door flew open. 

Like a scene straight up from a bad porno, Youngjae spun on his computer chair, a hand still wrapped around his fully erected dick. You couldn't believe your eyes.

“Are you jerking off?” He was already pulling up his shorts again to cover himself, caught red-handed, blushing as though you hadn't been doing it yourself a moment ago.

“I’m sorry, I don't think you–”

“Please don't stop on my behalf,” you waltzed in, confident, and sat on his well-made good boy's bed.

“W-What?” Youngjae blinked, even more, rattled by the sight. 

He didn't leave because he didn't want you, he clearly did. He probably only left because of his father and that dumb promise he mentioned.

“Is this how you've been dealing all along?” You laid back on the comforter, smirking and remembering all those afternoons by the pool you’d thought you’d seen his curtains fall. He certainly enjoyed spying so it gave you an idea. He could try to resist you all he wanted, you'd still made him cave. “You don't want to touch me, right?” Your step-brother nodded, spellbound. “Because you're the perfect son.”

He swallowed hard, “But you keep… Saying those things, sunbathing… And to my friends...”

“Yes, you’re right... So let's start over.” You sighed in fake contrition, “I'm sorry, I've made this so hard for you. I’ll be good too from now on.”

Youngjae scoffed in disbelief, “You are sitting topless on my bed.”

“Oh,” looking down at yourself, you cupped your breasts. “I thought you liked the looking.” His cock was standing up, glorious testimony to this mess. “Don't worry, I get it. I promise I won’t let you touch me...” Throwing your head back without breaking eye contact, you moaned and lightly twisted one of your pierced nipples. “But I’ll make you watch...” Out of his mind, Youngjae did just that as you caressed your own chest for him. Somehow his eyes on you now burned even better than his hands earlier. 

You were so turned on, so worked up by all the days of teasing and loneliness. Your hips started swaying on his bed, craving some fiction and release. 

“You're crazy,” his voice was laboured but he had yet to escape again. This time you wouldn't have followed.

“I-I'm so wet, Youngjae...” Giving in, your right hand fell to your sex, rubbing your last piece of clothing. He was captivated. 

“Fuck it,” he immediately breathed out in surrender, hand wrapping around his dick. That was it, you finally had him. He was all in, playing along with your new favourite family game.

No touching, just innovative teamwork.

You had to establish ground rules, but pushing them was what fun was all about.

“I want you so bad...” You mewled, slipping your middle finger inside your bikini bottom.

Stroking himself, Youngjae groaned, “So you’ve been saying baby, but now you have to show me.”

Oh shit. You were going to come so fast if the golden son had other surprises like that. In a hurry, you wormed out of your panties before he could change his mind once more. In front of his fully clothed self, you laid back, touching your damp slit while he observed intently. The whole experience was surreal, your mind was buzzing, overwhelmed by the wrongness of it all.

It felt so amazing though.

Touching yourself for your step-brother was the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced, and you were very accomplished. You would’ve done anything he'd asked of you, and Youngjae knew that but he abided by his dumb rules. Standing up he came closer, boxer messily shoved down from his earlier haste, one hand was in his hair, the other working hard. You kept rubbing your clit repeatedly letting him see, hastening the pace until you were numb all over, panting. 

“Youngj-jae, I-I–”

Moaning, you broke faster than you had ever with someone, then again no one knew how to make you reach your own high better than yourself. Paroxysm made your thighs jerked as the pleasure waved through you, annihilating all sense of your surroundings.

When you came back, your step-brother was giving up too, bursting in thick spurts of hot cum all over your body and chest. His eyes were wide opened in black elation, intense, not missing a second of the show as he came on you. His whitish-gray seed painted your bareness in ribbons until he was completely emptied.

In silence, Youngjae dropped next to you on the bed, hands covering his face as you both caught your breaths. His now softening dick was still protruding out of his shorts and underwear for the world to see. It probably made for quite a view; your naked body covered in semen right by your respectable step-brother’s way more humble cock.

If your parents came home early, they would both have a stroke.

Youngjae sort of kept his word though... For today at least. 

Because now that you had him all over, you knew you were going to crave him under you.

And no man had ever resisted your charms before.

Step-brother or not.

[The Pleasure Chest: A Cringe Fest]

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Male orc x female reader (light nsfw) - Patreon tier reward

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tw: menstruation is mentioned - just putting this first in case anyone isn't comfortable with that.

This was a really fun tier reward prompt from a patron who wanted a couple of things, namely a big buff orc who was impressed at how much the female reader could lift at the gym, who bench presses her at one point, and who is also amazed that those who lose so much blood once a month and can still be super badass (and horny). It’s been up on my Patreon for almost a week now, so here it is for Tumblr folks.

Wordcount: 1910

Hope you enjoy!

You would remember the first time you saw him in the gym for the rest of your days.

He and two of his mates were crossing from the main staircase of the upper-level gym, making their way over to the weights section, and you had honestly never seen such personifications of perfection in your entire life. The three orcs were all pretty huge, but the one at the front who was laughing the loudest and had the biggest tusks - a double set, no less - was just beyond attractive. Probably every eye in the gym was trained on him in that moment.

Long, shiny, dark hair hung down his back in a thick braid, studded with beads and charms of all kinds and colours, and one or two shorter sections fell forwards into warm, dark brown eyes that glittered as he shared a good-natured joke with his buddies. The second was slightly smaller in stature, and had the most incredible arms you’d probably ever seen, shown off to excellent advantage by the sleeveless muscle shirt he wore. He moved between the other two and he was in a manual wheelchair, and the way his arms looked as he propelled himself forwards was almost enough to make you drop the bar you were currently holding halfway towards another dead-lift, the last in that set. The third strode beside her friends, every bit as muscular and beautiful as they were, with long, red-tipped hair tied back in a ponytail to reveal her thick but pointed orcish ears, decorated with studs and rings.

How you had not seen them here before, you weren’t sure, but you assumed they’d just joined up. They certainly weren’t regulars at this time of day anyway.

Just as the largest of them came round to the weights section, he caught sight of you working out and raised an eyebrow slightly. You could have sworn that his lips silently formed the word ‘damn’ when he saw you dead-lifting what happened to be a P.B. for you, and you honestly did try not to preen. His friend looked up at him and elbowed him in the side as he pushed past, heading towards the benches with the female orc. As they went one way, he decided to head towards the stack of bars against the wall near you, and the female yelled over at him, “Oi, Kal - try not to strain something, yeah?”

He just shook his head in a gently affectionate gesture and grinned before turning to you, seeing that you were still using the weight plates and bars. “You mind if I join you?” he asked politely. The way he was almost meek with his question was at complete odds with his physical appearance, and you didn’t mind his company in the least.

“Not at all,” you said. “I’m almost done.” Then you saw the colossal 50kg dumbbell which the minotaur, who had been using the space before you, had left out, and you grinned playfully at him. “Hey, you think you could help me out?”

Kal froze and turned to look at you, somewhat hopeful, it seemed. His eyes were the colour of chocolate, and they crinkled kindly when he smiled. “Sure,” he said. “What do you need?”

Without breaking the rhythm of your last set of reps, you jutted your chin towards the offending pair of dumbbells and said, “Would you mind moving those out of the way? The last person to use them didn’t put them back and I’m not sure I can lift them…”

He pointedly eyed the weights at the end of the bar that you currently had resting on your shoulders, and then chuckled. “Yeah, sure.” And with an oh-so-easy bicep curl, he picked one up in each hand and set them back on the bottom most rung of the rack near the wall. “Listen, don’t suppose you need someone to spot for you?” he asked.

And it had gone from there to him asking you out on a date, and from a few dates to six months’ worth of bliss. Kalar - Kal to his friends - was a huge barrel of laughs. Unlike many of his kind, he was slow to anger and found almost everything funny, to the point where you spent one evening both doubled over on the sofa laughing so hard that you actually skipped workout the next day, claiming that your abs had had enough of a workout for a week.

People who saw the two of you together - particularly his orcish friends and family - didn’t always get how you two were a couple. Sure, humans and orcs mixed, but it wasn’t until Kal proudly told them what your latest personal best was at the gym that they looked at you in a new light. While it was nice to be accepted, the fact that it came initially from your apparently impressive - for a human - ability to lift weights pissed you off something royal, and when Kal asked you about it, you said, “Would you still feel the same way about me if I couldn’t lift at all?”

The horror that immediately flooded into his warm brown eyes reassured you and he pulled you tight into a hug and stroked your hair, more to calm himself down than to appease you. “Of course I would. I’m sorry…”

With a cheeky grin, you smacked his abs with the back of your hand and said, “I expect you to bench twice what you normally do on Monday to make up for it though…”

Kal, never one to back down from a challenge, accepted that immediately, and, because he was a huge dork, he had his own way of doing things. Leaving you a bit puzzled, he got his friend, Kitrik, to start videoing, and then he unceremoniously handed you a 15kg weight plate and said, “Hold this.”

“Kal, what are you -?” you began before he just scooped you up in his arms and barked, “Hold a plank, babe.”

“Are you fucking shoulder pressing me?” you squawked as he did indeed begin to shoulder press you while you did your best to keep your body in a straight line whilst holding a weight plate to your chest.

He didn’t keep it up for long in case he put a strain on your back, but by the time he’d done a decent number of reps and had lowered you to the ground, everyone in the gym was staring and he was giggling like a five year old. He nuzzled your neck affectionately and said, “I love you.”

That was the first time he’d said it, and he never let an opportunity pass him by without saying it after that.

Just a year into your relationship, you moved in together. It took a while to find a place that suited both of you, but when you did, he declared that this one was perfect, and you had to agree with him, honestly. It had wide open spaces and a gorgeous kitchen, and the view from the bedroom looked out over a quiet section of the river below.

Perhaps a couple of weeks into sharing the same space, you had your first major argument. It was over something small and stupid, and it blew up into a big deal, leaving you fuming and emotional, and him sullen and angry. It didn’t help that you were on your period, and yes, to hell with the stereotypes, you did tend to feel emotions a little more deeply at that time of the month.

Unable to bear the tension between you, you came back into the house after taking a short walk along the canal bank to find him unloading laundry into the washer from the basket. You’d agreed to do it this week, but instead of picking another pointless squabble over it, you just stepped over and silently started helping out. He looked down at you, and as he did, he caught sight of the period blood stains - largely washed out now - on your underwear, and his dark green skin blanched.

“What?” you asked, partly amused and partly a little concerned.

“I… Uh… I don’t have any sisters, so… I didn’t… uh…”

You scowled, following his gaze. “Oh!” you snorted. “Yeah, my tampon leaked. Sucks, but it happens sometimes.”

“That’s… after you have a tampon on?” he asked, clearly horrified. The fabric wasn’t bloody anymore, and the remnants would rinse out easily enough in the wash, so it was more amusing than anything to see his obvious shock.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed cheerily, stuffing them into the washer and grabbing the next few shirts. “It’s no big deal.”

He blinked, but didn’t seem to believe that that could be normal.

“I’m probably going to hit the gym later,” you added, just to see how he’d react. Given that the argument was quickly fading into the distance like a passing storm, you added, “I could use someone to spot for me, if you wanted to come along.”

Kal went still again and tilted his head slightly, making a tiny, choked sound in his throat. The movement of his head made his lovely hair swing forwards over one colossal shoulder. “You’re still going to work out?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Actually, moving around helps a bit,” you said, turning to face him. “Not gonna lie though, some months I do just curl up on the sofa or in a hot bath, but it’s not so bad this time. How is this the first time this has come up?” you added incredulously. You’d been around him on your period before.

Instead of responding, Kal’s eyes widened even more and he looked a bit awestruck.

“Kal?” you asked, stretching up and putting your hand on his cheek and stroking his cheekbone with your thumb. “You ok? Is this about the fight? I’m sorry I blew up earlier. I didn’t really mean what I said.”

“It’s not that,” he breathed. “And I didn’t mean it either. No… You’re… You’re amazing.”

That took you a bit by surprise. “What?” you snorted.

Slightly slack jawed, he put his hands on your waist and kissed the top of your head. “I guess I’ve never thought about how much blood you lose once a month. The fact that you still want to work out as well…” he couldn’t quite finish, just shaking his head in awe.

“Is this an orcish thing?” you asked sceptically, leaning back while still letting him keep a hold of your hips. “Like… you know, ‘fighting on despite your terrible battle wounds’…?”

He blinked and laughed softly. “Maybe? I just think you’re really tough. Anyone who goes through that and can still function…”

You rolled your eyes and blurted, “It’s just biology. Come on, let’s go work up and make out.” You bit your lip the instant the slip fell out of your mouth. “I mean… work out and make up.”

Kal - still with his hands on your hips - ran his thumbs slowly over your lower stomach and you couldn’t help the groan that escaped you, your eyes rolling closed.

“You’re worked up already?” he asked breathily.

Licking your lips, you said, “Ok, fine… it’s one of the better side effects of all this very orcish blood and gore… yeah.”

He bit his own lip and his eyes flared bright. Nodding once, he bent to kiss you. “Let’s go work up and make out then,” he said.

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SkyFire 3: Chapter 10

I’m free as a bird when I’m flying in your cage: Nov/Dec 2017  

Word count: 3k

SkyFire 3 MASTERLIST

Please for the love of god, if you like the story just hit the reblog button. I really don’t know how to say it nicely but it’s really starting to bother me and maybe that makes me a dick but so be it.

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Thankfully, after a day and a half of vocal rest, Harry was ready to go for the Manchester show and he very much dialled his performance up to 11 for his hometown crowd. Just as she had told Grimmy, Aurora stayed off social media in the days following the interview, but she heard from others that a small section of the fandom was absolutely furious with her and the social media manager that Mark had hired years ago to clear out her comment sections was working overtime to keep some of the nastier shit from her feeds. As much as Aurora herself was able to avoid it all together, she knew that a lot of her fans would be reading the comments and she wanted to keep it safe for them. Harry’s team was also working to keep his own accounts clear as well, and while they couldn’t hide from what was being said about them or Louis and Elanor, they could try to filter out the worst of it. This was the one part of celebrity that they all agreed was the worst. It was the unfortunate consequence of having such passionate fans. Ella had no such inclination to avoid the comment sections and was spending her free time picking fights with Larries and attempting to set them straight on the reality of Harry and Louis’ relationship as nothing more than brotherly love. Aurora tried to urge her to let it go, but unfortunately her best friend was feisty and easy to anger which was not a good combination with how overprotective she was about her loved ones. By the time they stepped out onto the Manchester stage, both Rori and Harry were happy to put aside the drama and focus on the music.  Things started to cool down over the following week which took them up to Glasgow and then on to Stockholm, Berlin, Amsterdam, and Milan. By the time they returned to London on the 11th, the music video for Kiwi had been live for 3 days and the fans had thankfully moved on from Aurora’s interview in exchange for raving about the new video.  

They spent the first few days relaxing at home before Rori headed to North London to meet up with Liam at the recording studio he liked to use to work on the song he had mentioned at Niall’s launch party. Aurora had spent the last few weeks listening to the demo on repeat while pouring over the sheet music Liam had emailed her. She was obsessed with the song and the two had been messaging back and forth constantly, discussing the arrangement and which parts each of them would take. Stepping back into a recording studio, even one she’d never visited before, felt like coming home after weeks on the road and her face lit up immediately as soon as she caught sight of Liam,  wrapping her arms around him in a rib crushing hug.

“Ready to jump straight in?” he asked after letting her go.

“Absolutely,” she replied excitedly before following him as he introduced her to the producer and technicians that they would be working with for the following few days.

With a full week before Harry and Rori were due to  fly to Shanghai, neither she nor Liam were on a tight schedule to finish the song. This meant that the environment in the studio was very chilled and there were many tangents and breaks taken while they worked.

“How attached are you and Lou to the lyrics?” Rori asked on their second day in the studio.

“Of course, you want to change something,” Liam laughed in a response. “Wouldn’t be you if you didn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” Rori replied with a laugh of her own. “I am who I am.”

“I know,” Liam agreed. “So, show me what you’re thinking.”

“I’ve been tossing around the pre-chorus and I was wondering if instead of what you lads have there, instead we go with this.”

I'm free as a bird When I'm flying in your cage I'm diving in deep And I'm riding with no brakes And I'm bleeding in love You're swimming in my veins You got me now

“Well fuck,” Liam replied. “Think I need to stop writing with Louis and start writing with you more often.”

“You like it?”

“Rors, I love it,” he said. “It’s way better than what we came up with. Let’s get back in the booth and record it.”

They ended up spending four days finishing the song which left Aurora with a few remaining days to catch up with Ella and also relax at home with her husband before they were thrown back into work.

xXx

The day before they were set to fly to China, Aurora headed over to Ella’s flat in Wimbledon. “I brought cake,” she yelled as she let herself into the flat with the spare key Ella had given her when Rori first moved back to London.

“Fuck yes!” Ella cheered in response, her voice carrying down the hall from the kitchen. “I’m just making us tea,” she continued as Rori made her way inside. “Get yourself comfy on the sofa and I’ll meet you in there, babe.”

Rori made herself at home in the living room, Ella’s elderly tabby cat Elliot, immediately padding over to make himself comfortable in her lap.

“You were recording with Liam this week yeah?” Ella asked as she joined Rori on the sofa, placing mugs of tea in front of them. “How was it?”

“God, it was so much fun El,” Rori sighed. “I didn’t realise how much I missed being in the studio. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love touring and I’m having an incredible time on the road, but it felt so good to be back recording again and it just has me itching to write again.”

“You should make sure to do more of it over the Christmas break then,” Ella pointed out. “Speaking of which are you going to be in New York or are you coming home for winter?”

“We’re planning a bit of both. Christmas and my birthday in New York with my dads and then we’ll come back here for February before the tour kicks off again in March. I think Gemma and Anne are going to join us for Christmas too and then when we get back Liam and I have made plans to have a writing session together. ”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Ella nodded before taking a sip of her tea. “Selfishly I’m glad you’ll be spending a decent chunk of time here. I miss you.”

“Urggh,” Rori groaned. “I miss you too. Was thinking of maybe doing something for Harry’s birthday and getting you, Lou, Liam, and Niall over to our flat for a game’s night or something. I feel like Harry could use something a little more lowkey this year after the insanity of tour.”

“Don’t feel like you need to invite me,” Ella replied awkwardly. “I mean, if you’re inviting the band over, I’m not really part of that group.”

“Oh bullshit,” Rori laughed. “They boys love you just like I do. You all get along great whenever we were all together for wedding stuff or the album launch. Why on earth would you feel like I shouldn’t invite you too?”

“Rori,” Ella sighed. “While yes, I have gotten along with yours and Harry’s friends in the past, that doesn’t mean that I run in the same circles as they do. They’re celebrities, you are a celebrity and I just think that sometimes you forget that I’m just your old friend from school. It’s two separate worlds that you live in.”

Aurora rolled her eyes in response, taking a sip of her tea while she compiled her rebuttal. “That’s such a load of shit El. They are mine and Harry’s friends and so are you. When we are away from the paparazzi, they are no different to you and me. I get that we grew up with their pictures on our bedroom walls but once you put that aside they’re just a bunch of really great guys that I think could become your close friends too if you let them in and stop freaking out around them.”

“Ok fine,” Ella agreed after a moment of silent staring between the two women. “I’ll try to get over myself and give them a chance next time we’re all in the same room. Can we change the subject now?”

“That’s all I’m asking for and absolutely we can change the subject. How’s things with Tim? Feel like we haven’t talked about him in a while.” Ella made a face and Aurora felt her heart break for her best friend. “When?” she asked softly. “What happened, love?”

“He broke it off a few weeks ago,” Ella explained. “Said he didn’t feel a spark or something.”

“I’m sorry babe, things seemed to be going so well when I left for the tour.”

“They were. At least I thought they were. We barely made it past 3 months before he gave up.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You were half a world away having the best time,” Ella replied. “If I’d told you then you would have just felt guilty for not being here.”

“And now instead I feel guilty for not even being able to be a sympathetic ear since I couldn’t provide a shoulder. How are you now?”

“I’ll be ok. I’ve been a bit down in the dumps, but I think it’s for the best. He made some good points about me not really knowing what I wanted and he’s right. I think I’m gonna swear off dating until I really figure out who I am and what I’m looking for.”

“Well if you ever want help figuring out who you are, I think I know you pretty well by now.”

“I might take you up on that offer,” Ella said with a small smile before changing topic. “Now enough moping, you said you brought cake with you? You are never going to believe the scandal that’s broken out amongst some of the girls in my Colonial History class.”

xXx

Occasionally something would happen in Aurora’s life that would give her pause and remind her how incredibly ludicrous her life had become. Standing behind her keyboard in the middle of a Victoria Secrets show in Shanghai while her husband sang and danced his heart out in front of her while literally supermodels strutted past them was one of those moments.

It was hard for her to believe that only 2 days ago she was sitting on her best friend’s sofa eating a chocolate cake from Sainsbury’s and discussing the latest high school drama playing out in Ella’s classroom. She found herself thinking about how her mother would react if she somehow had a way to travel back in time seven years and tell her about this moment and all the other life changing moments that had occurred since they parted. It was while her thoughts were caught on her mother that Harry turned, catching her eye, a mile-wide smile lighting up his face as he winked at her, causing her own smile to grow in response. No matter how strange her life had become and how much everything had changed since she was an average teenager living above a small bar, she knew that she wouldn’t change a single thing that had happened if it meant ending up here with Harry smiling at her like that.

xXx

Following the Victoria Secrets show, the band arrived in Singapore early and spent a few days exploring before their show there after which the flew on to Australia, a country that Harry had toured many times over the years with One Direction, but Aurora had never managed to visit herself. They had a week in the land Down Under, with shows in both Sydney and Melbourne and Aurora made it her mission to see as much as she could of the 2 state capitals, often dragging Harry or other members of the band along on her adventures. Given that it was the last week of November everywhere was getting into the Christmas spirit, however since it was the southern hemisphere the weather was scorching hot and the group found the combination highly entertaining, if somewhat baffling.

While in Sydney they took in the iconic sights such as Bondi beach, the Opera House, and the Harbour Bridge, as well as a day trip out to explore the Blue Mountains. In Melbourne they visited the Eureka Tower with it’s Skydeck that offered an amazing view of the city spread out beneath them. They also spent some time at the Melbourne Zoo and National Gallery of Victoria, then the day after their show at the Forum, they were taken on a drive out of the city and down along the coastal Great Ocean Road.

The tour stop in Auckland was similarly packed out with touristy opportunities where Aurora’s highlight was the art gallery Toi o Tāmaki. While the laid back vibes in both Australia and New Zealand captured Aurora’s attention, it was the week they spent in Tokyo that held Harry’s, so much so that while everyone else headed home the day after the last show, the young couple made a last minute change to their travel plans and extended their stay by an additional week to explore the city more.

Once again, Tokyo was somewhere that Harry had visited many times with the band while Aurora had never been, and he enjoyed to opportunity to show her his favourite parts. Something Aurora noticed almost immediately about Tokyo was that unlike in the US or the UK, people either didn’t recognize them when they were out and about or they did but respected their privacy and left them alone. She pointed this out to Harry on their second day wandering the city streets and he smiled back at her, agreeing that it was something he’d also noticed in a previous visit and had definitely played a role in him falling in love with the city.

They spent their days wandering the streets, ducking into quirky shops that caught their eye and just revelling in the normalcy of being together in public. As they walked, they both realized that they had never had this; a chance to be like everyone else crowding the sidewalks around them. Save for stolen moments in the early days of their relationship like their first date in Hampstead Heath or when they were able to sneak into galleries on quiet days, they’d never really been able to be themselves within a crowd. They’d always needed to wrap a scarf that little bit higher around their chins or wear a hat a little lower on their heads or glasses a little bit larger. To walk hand in hand like any other couple was freeing in a way that Rori hadn’t realized she’d been missing, and she soaked up every moment of their time in Tokyo. If only for a week she felt like she was living the life she would have had if her mother hadn’t died. If she had continued living as a normal girl from Wimbledon instead of being thrust into the spotlight, free to live her life without the scrutiny of the press and the public. Of course, it wasn’t lost on her that the man holding her hand wouldn’t be Harry in this parallel universe and for that she would happily trade in her freedom. She could accept that the price she paid to be married to Harry and be Steve and Tony’s daughter was that she would never really be allowed to have this normality, so she simply tried to make the most of their time before they flew on to New York for Christmas. They never spoke about any of this during their little vacation away from their lives but even without voicing her thoughts, Rori was certain that Harry was thinking the same thing and would willingly make the same sacrifices for the life they had built together.

xXx

Both Aurora and Harry were exhausted by the time they reached New York and were grateful to find Happy waiting for them as soon as they exited the arrivals terminal at JFK. He offered a quick hug to Rori before collecting their bags from them and leading them to the town car waiting for them. She leant against Harry in the back seat as they made the hour long drive into Manhattan. Her blinks began to lengthen as the airport shrank in the rear-view mirror and she was fast asleep before they reached Queens. Harry had to gently coax her awake once they finally reached the tower and she slowly made her way out of the car and into the elevator up to the penthouse. Tony and Steve were waiting up for their arrival and excitedly pulled their daughter into tight hugs the moment she stepped out of the elevator. It was Steve that noticed the way both Rori and Harry’s eyelids seem to droop and their gazes glazed over while Tony asked them a dozen questions about their recent adventures, and Rori was grateful when her Pops shooed them both off to bed with promises that they could catch up properly over a homecooked breakfast the next morning. They were barely conscious by the time they stripped out of their clothes and crawled into bed, however Aurora remained awake just long enough the think about how good it felt to be home.

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You Do The Naked Challenge On Him

JB

When JB is in the zone with his work, there is absolutely nothing you can do to distract him. Honestly it can be quite infuriating for you, all you want is some attention, is that too much to ask for? You've spent your day watching tiktok videos, and when you see this latest trend, you decide why not try it on your boyfriend? You've just gotten out of the shower, and you decide to pay your hard working boyfriend a visit. You knock on the door, and without waiting for an invitation, you invite yourself in. “JB?” You drop your bathrobe and stand in front of him, completely in the nude. “Well, I guess that's one way to get me to have a break”

Mark

Mark has been so stressed lately, what with working for the new comeback and everything. And what type of partner would you be if you didn't do something to try and relax him? Mark is in his writing room, working on his new music, making sure that everything is perfect before recording. You would just walk into his room, completely naked, and once you've got his attention, his jaw would drop. “Is there any reason that you have walked into my room naked?” Mark would sputter out. You would saunter over to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “You've been so stressed, I just want to help you relax, is that okay?”

Jackson

At this stage in the quarantine, you are hella bored. And it's safe to say that tiktok has become everyone’s new obsession. When you found a particular challenge that you could do on Jackson, well, what else is there to do? Jackson would be minding his own business, just chilling in the bedroom, and you would decide this is a better time than never. You would walk into your bedroom naked, and at first Jackson’s eyes would still be glued to his phone. “Jackie?” “Woah, and what do I owe for this pleasurable sight?” Jackson wouldn't hesitate before he is throwing his phone elsewhere and grabbing you by the waist.

Jinyoung

Jinyoung is so serious all the time, you just want him to just relax a bit. And let's be real, Jinyoung teases you all the freaking time, so why not get your revenge on him? Jinyoung had warned you that he was going to be doing a vlive for his fans. Well, this was practically an invitation for this challenge! Now you aren't trying to get him arrested for indecency or anything, so you make sure that you will be positioned away behind the camera. When you walk in on him, naked, Jinyoung would have to do a double take. “I’m sorry guys, I need to leave for a little while, to...erm...take care of something.”

Youngjae

Youngjae seemed so down at the moment, honestly you thought the boredom of staying at home was really starting to get to him. Who doesn't hate seeing a sad Youngjae? It is your mission in life to make him feel better! Youngjae is just chilling in the sitting room, reading a book, not knowing what is about to be in store for him. You would walk into the room and stand before him. Youngjae would look up and my god is this boy shocked. “What on earth are you doing?” “Do you not like it Youngjae?” “I mean, I definitely like it! But why are you doing it?” “Because I want to cheer you up baby!” “Well, I’m definitely in a better mood now!”

Bambam

You live for the moments that you make Bambam speechless. This boy lives for teasing you, so why not give him a piece of his own medicine? When you saw this popular challenge on Bambam, you knew that it was just what the doctor ordered. Bambam would be chilling in his studio, in his house, just messing around with some music that he had created. “Hey Bammie, what are you doing?” You would smirk at him, and oh god is Bambam pleasantly surprised. “Well, right now we are going to the bedroom so I can make good use of this situation!” “Why the bedroom, why not right here?” You don't have to tell BB twice!

Yugyeom

This boy would not know how to react if you did this challenge on him, I’m just gonna say that right now! Yugyeom’s idea of practical jokes are a whoopee cushion underneath the sofa. Not standing in front of you stark naked! But you really live for a flustered Yugyeom, who doesn't? This challenge is perfect to get your own back on Yugyeom! When you saunter into the room naked, oh hell no poor Yugyeom does not know where to look. He would do that hella adorable thing where he looks at you through his fingers, and then turns away quickly. “Please put some clothes on baby, this isn't fair!!” We love a pouty Yugyeom!!

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You can talk to me about anything

Summary: Peter asks Tony to fulfill one of his fantasies. 

Rating: E

Notes:  This story is my 10th @starkercestevent​ contribution. Kink for the 10th story: Role Play. Click here for the Bingo Masterlist.

Warnings: Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it

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Peter was thinking about it for months, even before he had done anything with his Daddy. 

 Everything started when Tony was on a business trip in Europe, presenting the latest tech of Stark Industries and the house was empty for the entire weekend. Peter, who had still been pinning for his Daddy back then, looked forward to having the apartment all for himself, not to throw a party but to get off without being afraid to cry his Daddy’s name out loud for once. He tended to become so riled up close to his climax, that he frequently had to muffle the begging for his Daddy in a pillow and he was afraid his Daddy would find out one day. 

 So Peter hardly imagine anything better than jerking off in peace, maybe even using his favorite vibrator that was too loud to switch on when his Daddy was home. He opened the porn site he always visited, one hand already shoved into his boxers, looking for the ‘Daddy porn’ section he was familiar with by now. 

 The first video was short, about ten minutes long and only helped to bring him to orgasm once. His arousal had built up over months. Months of hidden jerk off sessions and quick fingering when his Daddy was still at work, therefore Peter decided to drag it out this day, coming at least twice in the evening. 

 His mind already foggy with pleasure, Peter didn’t read the headlines anymore and suddenly, he found himself watching roleplay porn the entire evening. Car drivers getting fucked by bulky police officers, little twinks bouncing on their teacher’s lap, and patients taking everything up their ass for their doctors. Ashamed, Peter started to realize that he not only wanted to get fucked by his adoptive father, no, he also wanted to pretend to be someone else sometimes. 

 The thought never let go of him, not even when his secret was finally disclosed by his Daddy. In all these months, his mind had traveled back, and since Tony and he stayed home a lot because of Pierce anyway, Peter gave it a shot. He used all his courage and decided to confront his Daddy with his request on a Sunday morning. 

 “Daddy?” He was nervous, fumbling with the sleeves of his oversized sweater and unconsciously biting his lips. Usually, his Daddy initiated new things in the bedroom, Peter had never come up with an idea before, but he was finally feeling secure in their relationship. Tony wouldn’t leave him, he would protect and cherish him, even if he wouldn’t like his idea. 

 The Alpha was sitting on the couch in the living room, skimming through the economy section of the newspaper. He wore his reading glasses and comfy pants, but he was still radiating confidence. When Peter entered the room, he raised his head, looking at him expectantly and waiting for the Omega to speak. 

 Peter couldn’t look him in the eyes, his gaze fixed on the floor. In his head, approaching the Alpha had been easy, but as soon as he really had to talk about his fantasy, the courage was leaving him. Tony seemed to sense his struggle. 

 “Baby, come here,” he put the newspaper aside and gestured the Omega to take a seat on his lap. Without a doubt, Peter followed the command and snuggled close to the Alpha’s chest. His scent was calming, lulling Peter in a feeling of being home and before he could change his opinion, he blurted out his thoughts. 

 “Iwannatalkaboutafantasy.” 

  After his words, he hid his face against his Daddy’s chest. He was blushing furiously, but at the same time he was relieved he got the sentence out at all. Tony stroked his back and pressed soft kisses on his forehead. 

 “Don’t be afraid, baby. You can talk with me about anything you wanna try. The worst that could happen is me telling you I don’t like it, but I promise, I won’t laugh, and I won’t judge you for it. Just give it a try.”

 Peter closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and gathered all his courage together. “I want you to fuck me as someone else.”

 After the conversation with his Daddy, a few days passed. Tony had been willing to try, had even loved the ideas Peter had. He had been proud of him to talk about his fantasies, to ask for things he wanted, especially because Peter was usually pretty shy. However, the Alpha hadn’t made any attempts to initiate roleplay between them, so after a few days, the thoughts faded into the back of his mind. 

 Peter was busy anyway, working on a project for one of his classes. He was supposed to build a robot and it should have been easy, but he had made one mistake in his programing code and wasn’t able to find it. Over hours and hours, frustration was building inside of him until he finally gave up and asked his Daddy for help. 

 “How can I help you, Peter?” Although his Daddy rarely called him ‘Peter’, he didn’t suspect anything yet, too frustrated from not finding the mistake. 

 “I just can’t find the fucking mistake,” he ran his fingers through his hair until he looked wrecked, his lips swollen from how often he had bitten on them. This shit was driving him crazy and he definitely needed a break. 

 Tony, however, didn’t react like Peter expected him to. “Language.”

 The Omega couldn’t stop himself from looking up stunned. Usually, his Daddy didn’t mind him cursing, even encouraged him from letting his feelings out, but today he scolded him for his language? However, one gaze at his Daddy’s face was enough for him to understand what was going on.

 He knew his Alpha so well by now he could read every single sign of arousal and seeing his dilated pupils and his hungry gaze made it obvious for him where they were heading. In an instant, his mood changed from frustrated to playful.

 “I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark,” he lowered his gaze bashfully. “I forgot my manners for a second.”

 “It’s all right, Peter,” Tony’s chuckle was dark, promising the things he would do to him and Peter trembled under his voice. Anticipation was filling him, lightening every cell of his body and making him squirm in delight. “Now tell me what the problem is.”

 “Every time I turn on the robot, the program crashes after a few seconds. There must be an error in the code, but I can’t seem to find it.” He tried his best to sound innocent and he looked pleadingly at Tony with wide eyes. 

 His Daddy’s gaze turned predatory, and he smirked as he leaned forward. One hand was propped on the back of Peter’s chair while the other one was resting on his thigh, a little too high to be considered appropriate. Tony pretended to look on the screen of the computer, his face close to Peter’s neck and he could feel his Daddy’s breath grazing his skin.

 Peter wanted to throw his head back, wanted to offer it to his Daddy. Tension was building between them and slowly the Omega felt himself getting wet. The scent of his arousal must have filled the room by now, but his Daddy didn’t react besides a subtle stumble in his breath. Peter was fighting against himself, fighting to remain in his role. He wanted this, he wanted to try it out, so there was no way he would ruin this with his neediness. 

 “M-Mr. Stark, t-that’s inappropriate,” his voice was trembling, not from outrage but arousal. 

 “I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t pay attention.” Tony sounded truly apologetic, but he didn’t take away his hand. Instead, he started to draw circles on Peter’s thigh, his hand wandering higher and higher until he was almost touching his cock. Peter couldn’t stop the moan that slipped past his lips. Acting horrified, he slapped his hand over his mouth, even though it had been too late anyway. Tony’s smirked made it crystal clear that he had heard his noise. 

 “I need some time to find the mistake, Peter,” his Daddy said smugly. “Scoot over, let me have a closer look at the screen.” 

 Peter obeyed hurryingly, standing up to offer him the chair, but before he could even take a step aside, the Alpha had sat down and pulled him onto his lap, back to chest. He could feel the huge bulk pressed against his ass, could feel that the drenched fabric of his pants was rubbing all over Tony’s crotch. For a second, his eyes fluttered close in arousal, his hips moving once and twice, creating delicious friction against his covered hole before he caught himself and reminded him what this was about. 

 “M-Mr. Stark, you can’t just…, it’s not proper, I…”

 “Shh.” This time, Tony’s voice wasn’t teasing anymore but filled with Alpha command. “Be quiet, Peter and stop wiggling, I can’t find the mistake when you act like a needy bitch. Better be glad if I still give you a good grade, even though you need my help with your project.”

 Humiliation was crashing through his body, making his insides tingle with pleasure. Slick was gushing out of him in waves, clouding the air with the sweet scent and he had to fight every urge inside of him to stop himself from moving. Just the imagination that Tony was his professor, using his authority to force the Omega onto his lap, was enough for him to see stars. 

 Tony continued staring at the screen, searching for the mistake in Peter’s code. His focus wasn’t on Peter and the thought made him even hotter. Slowly, his thighs started to tremble under the strain of staying still and when Tony’s finger found one of his nipples, he moaned like a whore for the first time. 

 Suddenly, the focus of the Alpha was back on him again. “Peter, you should be ashamed of yourself,” the disappointed felt almost real. “I try to help you and you act like a needy bitch, getting your slick all over me. At least get off your pants, they are drenched and filthy.”

 The words were the last straw and he started to move his hips again. Being accused of acting slutty, even though his Daddy had pulled him onto his lap, was enough to make his hole clench, to make him shiver with arousal. He knew he was easy for the Alpha, and if his Daddy had been his professor, he probably wouldn’t have been able to stay away from him as well, the attraction between them too intense. 

 A loud smack on his ass made him jump, the slight pain mixing with his arousal. “I said take off your pants. Do I have to repeat myself? Don’t you want a good grade anymore?”

 Oh, god. Peter moaned and scrambled off his Daddy’s lap, pulling down his trousers and his panties until he could finally feel the air against his dripping hole. Everything was turning him on, and before he could think twice, he was back on Tony’s lap, rubbing himself all over the Alpha’s trousers. 

 Tony growled in pretended anger. “What do you think you're doing here? Isn’t it already enough that you are a needy mess, now you ruin my pants as well?” He received a second smack on his naked ass and his eyes rolled back from the delicious pain. 

 “I’m so so sorry, Mr. Stark.” Peter looked at him with watering eyes, his lower lip trapped between his teeth. “I didn’t want it, I swear. Please don’t let me fail this class.”

 The words coaxed the first purr of the evening out of his Daddy. “I forgive you, one last time, but only if you’re good for me. Come on, get me out of my ruined pants, show me how sorry you are.” Eagerly, Peter dashed forward, opening his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. His Daddy’s thick cock was finally free, leaking furiously and Peter wanted nothing more than to choke on it.

 “Make yourself useful, boy.” Tony gestured him to sit between his spread legs, his cock twitching in anticipation of the wet heat of Peter’s mouth, but the Omega lowered his gaze ashamed. 

 “M-Mr. Stark, I can’t. It’s inappropriate.”

 The words made the Alpha growl furiously and he grabbed Peter’s neck, forcing him to his knees and pressed his cock into his mouth without giving him time to get used to it. “Slowly, I start to think you don’t want to pass this class,” he growled while Peter was gagging around his thick cock. “I asked you to make yourself useful and I don’t want to repeat myself.” 

 With a high-pitched whimper, Peter started to work, bobbing his head up and down and savoring his Daddy on his tongue. He trailed patterns all over the hard shaft, sucking every drop of precome up like it was water in the desert. He hummed around it, forcing himself to take more of his Daddy, to take him deeper and there was no way in hell he could pretend he didn’t like doing this. 

 “Look at you, little slut,” Tony’s voice was hoarse. “Acting like a prude although you want nothing more than getting stuffed by your professor. Are you that eager for me? Whoring yourself out to get a good grade?”

 Peter pinched his eyes shut, counting in his head from one to ten. He was so close, way too close given that nothing had touched his hole or his cock, not even his own hands. He had never been so turned on before, wanting to sit between Tony’s spread legs forever. 

 Time lost its meaning with his Daddy’s cock inside of his mouth, it blurred together, left him feeling floaty and content. Everything that mattered was his Daddy, his taste, his scent, his everything, and Peter lost himself in the feeling of his Daddy on his tongue. He felt so filthy, so humiliated, and the shame was fueling the fire inside of him. 

 When Tony eventually pulled back his head, Peter whined in distress. “Don’t act up, you little slut. Sit on my cock while I show you the mistake you made.”

 “Yes Mr. Stark,” his voice was raspy, his throat sore from his Daddy’s thick length, but it didn’t matter to him, made him feel like a good boy instead. His legs wobbled when he got up and the Alpha didn’t help him but watched him struggle for balance. Finally, he seated himself on his Daddy’s lap, Tony’s tip nudging against his hole.

 “You forgot one character. Do you see it?” The Alpha was pointing at the screen, showing him the mistake Peter had made, but the Omega was too far gone to even focus on his code. Everything he could concentrate on was the leaking cock against his hole, spurting precome all over his thighs while new slick was making him messy. 

 He knew it was a mistake, new it didn’t suit the role he played, but he pushed his hips back, impaling himself on his Daddy in one stroke. They moaned in unison. The fit was tight, tighter than usual. Peter rarely took his Daddy’s cock without prep outside his heat, and it was burning, hurting even, but he loved it still. He would be sore tomorrow, maybe not even able to sit and the thought made his insides clench in arousal, gripping his Daddy’s cock even tighter. 

 “God, you are a slut,” Tony tried to sound mean, humiliating, but Peter could still hear a hint of affection laying underneath. “Look at you, I’m not even asking you, but you still fuck yourself on me as if you would die without a proper cock inside of you. Think you might pass if you just act slutty enough?”

 Peter could only moan in return. He was so thankful, thankful for his Daddy’s love, for his cock, and especially thankful that he did this for him. His Daddy length was filling him deliciously, pressing against all the right spots, and assaulting his prostate. Nothing would ever feel as good as sitting on the Alpha’s cock. 

 “Let’s make a deal, Peter. When you make me come without coming yourself before, I let you pass. Let me see how badly you want it, show me how important it is to you.”

 Peter didn’t need to be told twice. He started to move his hips, dragging himself up and down, bouncing on his Daddy’s cock. His own cock was leaking precome as well, still untouched and it swayed with every thrust on his hips. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with the urge to touch himself, to come on his Daddy’s cock, but once he would touch his erection, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. So he kept his hands to himself, clenched them to fists, and tried his best not to move them. 

 “So tight on my cock, like a virgin. Tell me, boy. Am I the first one fucking your slutty hole? Would you do anything for a good grade?”

 “Yes, Mr. Stark.” Peter’s answer was a breathless cry, his entire body straining from his movements. He lost himself in the fantasy, eagerly bouncing on Tony’s cock to improve his grade. He could feel every bump in his Daddy’s cock, every inch splitting him open and he knew he was close. If he didn’t up the game now, he would come before his Daddy.

 “Mr. Stark,” his voice was wrecked from arousal. “Please, let me pass, please, I’ll do anything, I swear.”

 He got a roar in return. “Aren’t you already doing everything, slut? You are already bouncing on my cock, already crying for me to fill you. What could you still offer to convince me?”

 The question was an easy one but stuffed to the brim, Peter found it hard to think. His legs were trembling, slick leaking out of him and the room was filled with little gasps and whimpers. He propped his arms on the table, the computer screen in front of him long forgotten, moving his hips desperately while he did his best to think about a good answer. 

 “I’ll come to your office twice a week after classes. Let you stuff me full again and again. I won’t tell anyone, just please let me pass, please fuck me, Mr. Stark.”

 Although the pleasure was taking a toll on him as well, Tony pretended to ponder, his eyes fixed on Peter in hunger. He watched his cock disappearing again and again in Peter’s hole, glistening from his slick that was spread everywhere. 

 “All right, boy,” he finally gave in, his hips thrusting up and meeting Peter halfway. “We have a deal. You let me fuck you twice a week and I let a dumb slut pass the class.”

 The words were too much, Peter felt could feel how his walls started to clench rhythmically, trying to milk his Daddy. He was sweating, his entire body shivering in arousal and there was no chance to hold back much longer. Before he would completely lose himself, Peter tried for the last time. 

 “I’ll be your slut, your slave, I promise. I’ll do anything you want. You can mark me, you can breed me, you can show everyone how easy I am for you, how pathetic. Please, come for me Mr. Stark. Fill me up.” The words seemed to hit just right. The moment he felt the heat exploding inside of him, Tony started coming as well, his tip pressed snugly against his prostate. 

 Come after come was filling him, stuffing and marking him, while Peter was falling apart. The movement of his hips stopped, he couldn’t lift his body anymore but thankfully Tony was grinding into him, working his knot into Peter’s body. The orgasm was taking him apart in waves and it didn’t stop, the assault of his prostate making it impossible for him to come down. 

 In contrast to Alpha’s bodies, Omegas weren’t made to come for minutes, but his Daddy was milking spurt after spurt from his cock anyway. The sensations didn’t stop, wrecking him and grabbing him tightly, until his vision started to blur and his body couldn’t do more than twitch weakly. 

 He didn’t pass out this time, trapped on the Alpha’s cock, and pressed against his chest, but he was close. He didn’t want to surrender to the sweet darkness, wanted to tell his Daddy how thankful he was, how good the Alpha had been for him. 

 The knot was catching on his rim, plugging him up with a huge load of come and his own slick. Peter slumped against his Daddy, his entire body going limp from overstimulation and a dopily grin spread on his face when he felt that Tony still hasn’t stopped coming. 

 “Thank you, Daddy. You were amazing.”

 The Alpha purred, content to knot his Omega and he pressed kisses against Peter’s temple. “You were amazing as well, baby. So good for me. I love that you told me what you like, I love that you’re getting comfortable around me.”

 Peter smiled sweetly, turned his head, and pressed his lips lightly against the Alpha’s. The kiss was chaste, sweet, a reminder of how much they meant to each other. 

 “I love you, Daddy.” He earned another kiss and snuggled closer against Tony’s chest. 

 “I love you, too, baby.” Everything was perfect. “By the way, I actually found the mistake.” Peter started to laugh.

[koisuru-mijinko]

That latest Akeshu video of yours has me so intrigued, I dunno why but damn I can't stop thinking about it. The main thing on my mind is what on earth happened in the weeks between that first night of Goro capturing Ren and then the next night shown because wow Ren feels like an entirely different person in those scenes so now all I can think is "What happened? What did Goro do to him? Did Ren fight against him? Did Goro get angry? Did he use sweet words to convince Ren? How did Ren's mind break down like this? How far gone is he? Is he at the point of no return? Is anyone besides the thieves searching for Ren? How is Sojiro reacting? Does he believe that whole 'delinquent boy ran away' theory or does he think it's complete bullshit?" All these questions keep swirling around my head. Sorry for such a long message but seriously, kudos to you for making a video bordering on psychological horror because all these unanswered questions are driving me crazy

Thank you so much! I’m very happy that you enjoyed it, even though it was darker than the others. X333

What happened in the weeks between? There was lots of time for Akechi to persuade Ren to abandon his friends and become his only. He didn’t use violence. There were times when he got frustrated and had mini outbursts (like the first night), but Goro generally tried to win Ren over with calculated sweetness, numbing physical pleasure, and using Ren’s emotions to his advantage. For example, Ren was already falling in love with Goro prior to this. They weren’t in a relationship yet, but they were flirting (like in the texts). Indeed, Ren is shocked that Goro is like this and was willing to go so far to have him. But at the same time, he can’t say that he rejects Goro completely cuz Ren still has feelings for him. Goro recognized this and manipulated it.

How did Ren’s mind break down like this? In the video, Ren makes the decision to <COMPLY> instead of struggle. This is the ill-fated choice. By submitting to Akechi’s will in order to create the perfect chance to escape later, Ren makes himself vulnerable to Akechi’s manipulation. As more time passed, Ren began to wonder, “Am I only pretending to find pleasure in this, or am I actually enjoying it..?” Eventually, he couldn’t tell the difference anymore and just accepted that he wanted Akechi.

How far gone is Ren? In my opinion, at this point, he is too broken to escape on his own. He is only thinking of being with Akechi. Goro knows this too. That is why the room in the final part is different from the first. When Ren was kidnapped, Goro locked him up in the dark room (the first room) with no windows and no means of escape. But in the later scene, we see that Ren is in Goro’s bedroom. There is nothing preventing him from screaming for help or jumping out of the window. Yet, Goro isn’t worried about any of that happening because Ren no longer wants to leave. Basically, now, it is up to the other PTs to save him. However, even if they do manage to rescue him, it will take some time for Ren to fully return to his former self, I think.

Is anyone besides the Thieves searching for Ren? I was actually going to include some talk in the chat about the other side characters, especially Mishima. He is helping Futaba gather intel from the city and web. But adding all of that would’ve made the chat even longer and it was already over 2 mins, so I decided to cut it. ^^; So yes, other characters are helping the PTs search for Ren. The PTs do suspect Akechi the most, especially since he was the last person with Ren before he disappeared, but like Makoto said in the chat, they don’t understand why the authorities haven’t made any moves if Ren has been caught. They don’t realize that Akechi took Ren for personal reasons. Sojiro definitely doesn’t believe the “runaway” explanation. He is helping the PTs as well. Oh! Btw, if the PTs were to successfully find Ren, Morgana would be the key. Although he doesn’t appear in the chat (cuz he’s a cat lol), he has vital information about the relationship between Ren and Akechi. Obviously, since he spent the most time with Ren, he noticed that the two were getting close and Akechi’s interest in Ren was growing. Unfortunately, Mona just hasn’t put two and two together yet.

Thanks again and I hope that answered some of your questions! :D