#also that semi-nude??? oops

[cevansbrat0007]

I saw this and thought of Ari and his Bird right away 😂 Now how would he react? 😌

Dinner is Served...

Summary: You surprise Ari with his favorite meal: You.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Implied Smut, An Appearance from Bucky Barnes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Brief Discussions of Body Image, High Heels, Naked Fun in the Kitchen, Manhandling, Clothed Male Nude Female (CMNF), Pussy Eating, Very Mild Chase Kink, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I think someone actually asked me this a while ago. Maybe. I vaguely remember my answer. However, instead of rehashing that, this is how I think that would go - with a twist! Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“I sent you the files this morning, Buck.” Ari winces as he shoulders his way into your house from the garage. “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to open ‘em.”

“Just resend them in a different format.” His friend and business partner responds, sounding frustrated. 

“Why don’t you just give-in and ask Pixie to help you already?”

“Because she’s been giving me the silent treatment since Tuesday. Why would I want to risk breaking the streak?” 

Rolling his eyes, he drops his bag by the door – only to be surprised when he spots a pair of your panties laying innocently on the floor. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that it’s actually one of his favorites. It was part of a set he’d bought you just last month. 

“What’d you do, Barnes?”

“Uh…” A heavy sigh can be heard coming from the other side of the phone. “I accidentally broke her fancy little coffee maker.”

“Wow.” He responds, disapproval evident in his tone.  

“Hey! I just said it was an accident. She said she had a bad night and so I tried to make her one of those latte…macchiato…things she likes. And then I broke it.”   

“Make it right, Buck.” After toeing off his boots Ari begins making his way towards the kitchen, following the sound of music in the air. He frowns when he spies your blouse in the middle of the hallway. Closely followed by a pair of black leggings. 

“How?” God, his buddy could be so goddamned obtuse sometimes.

“Fucking apologize. And then buy her another one – a better one.” 

“Ugh!” The former soldier whines. “I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for a replacement. How about I–?”

Wait. WAIT. Was that your bra? Just what the fuck was up with this strange trail of clothes?

“Buck, you’re a grown man. And google is your friend.” Ari snaps as he picks up your fallen undergarment, his confusion growing with each passing second. “Restore peace to the land before that woman feels compelled to drop a nuke.” With that he ends the call, now ready to solve whatever mystery he’s just stumbled upon. 

But what it’s he sees when he rounds the corner that has him stopping dead in his tracks.

“Well, shit.” His mouth goes dry as he watches your hips sway to the music pumping out of the speaker. 

A low whistle of appreciation has you glancing over your shoulder. 

If you were being honest, you’d known he was home the moment you’d heard your garage door open. Which was also why your bathrobe was now hastily balled up in your pantry. 

“Welcome home!” You chirp, not missing the way your man’s eyes darken as they drink you in. “Did you have a good day?”

“What’s all this?” Ari’s already deep voice dips an octave as he holds up your previously abandoned bra, dangling it from his finger. But you know he’s not mad. This question is coming from a man who clearly likes what he sees.

Which just so happens to be you. Happily cooking in your kitchen. Wearing nothing but a little makeup and a pair of red heels. Oh, and oven mitts. Can’t forget those.

You’d come across this scenario while aimlessly scrolling on Instagram. And since you were growing more comfortable with the body you saw in the mirror these days, you figured that it might be worth trying your luck. If only to see your man’s reaction.

“Oops!” You gasp, trying your best to look apologetic. “I just haven’t had a chance to clean up yet. I’m sorry.”

“Baby…” Ari drags a stunned hand over his jaw. “That’s not even – ah fuck. Cleanin’ up is the absolute last thing on my mind right now.” Dropping the undergarment on a nearby table, he begins making his way to you – only to come up short once again when he catches sight of your heels. 

“What? I’m just tryin’ to break ‘em in. That’s all.”

“Fuck meee.” He groans under his breath, his eyes going wide at the sight of your latest surprise. 

“Hold that thought, sugar.” With a wink, you turn back towards the stove before bending over to retrieve tonight’s dessert from the oven. You’re forced to bite the inside of your cheek when you hear your bounty hunter’s sudden intake of breath at the sight of your bare ass. 

“There we go.” You hum, playfully fanning yourself with a checkered mitt. “Hope you like homemade cinnamon rolls with whipped cream cheese frosting." Tendrils of feminine pride unfurls in your belly when you notice Ari’s impressive hard-on tenting his jeans. "They’re the perfect after-dinner treat.”

“That’s–I’m not…” He cuts himself off, surprising you both with his inability to speak. “We–that ain’t the kinda treat I’m hungry for, little Bird.”

“Hm.” You nod as you stretch your arms above your head. Giving into temptation, you rise up on your toes before giving a little shimmy, calling attention to your breasts. “No problem. What’s the point of talkin’ about dessert when we haven’t even discussed the main course?”

“Huh?” Ari clears his throat, his rapt gaze now focused on your pouting nipples. 

“Tonight we’re having roasted potatoes –” 

“I don’t give a good-damn about no roasted potatoes, woman!” The bounty hunter rumbles, cutting you off before you can finish telling him your menu. “You don’t need to cook nothin’ else. I already know what I’m hungry for.” He takes a decisive step in your direction. “It’s just a matter of where I’m eatin’.”

“But you don’t even know what we’re havin’ yet!” Comes your incredulous laugh as you bat away his eager hands. 

“This right here.” He growls, broadly gesturing at your naked body. “All of this. That’s what I want.” Without warning, he grabs the edge of his t-shirt with both hands before yanking it over his head, revealing his muscled chest. “I'm fuckin' starvin'.”

“But I’m not on the menu!” You shriek, throwing a dish towel at him the next time he gets too close. The next thing you know, this man is now chasing you around your own kitchen, his long legs quickly eating up the space between you. 

Fuck it was hard to run in heels! 

“Now I don’t mind where I dine, darlin’.” Your man purrs, his already sexy voice pitched to arouse. “We can take it to the bedroom. The living room…”

“Beast!” You burst into a fit of giggles as you attempt to fend him off with the help of a chair. “Need I remind you that we are in the kitchen?”

Now that makes him pause. But only for a second. 

“It ain’t the first time I’ve had you in here.” The chair you’ve been holding is gently ripped from your grasp. “Pretty sure I’ve devoured that pussy in every room of this house.” You watch in defeat as he sends your last little bit of protection skidding across the floor. “Did you forget how wet you got the last time I splayed you out on this-here table? Because I haven’t.”

One rough, slightly calloused hand grips the back of your neck – drawing you closer. 

“Remember how I made you hold yourself open for me?” His lips ghost over yours – the sharp nip of his teeth causing your heart to beat erratically in your chest. “Remember the way your thighs shook every time you gushed around me?” He moans softly, the erotic sound going straight to your dripping cunt. 

“I–If you don’t want the potatoes, we’re also having…um…” You can’t help but whimper when he abandons your throat in favor of grabbing a hearty handful of your ass. “Herb roasted chicken…”

“I get so hard whenever I think about the way you drenched my fuckin’ beard, baby.” Ari gives you a playful squeeze before lifting you by your hips and depositing you on the table as if you weigh nothing. “My good girl always makes such a mess for me. Don’t you?” 

“Could I perhaps interest you in some honey glazed carrots?” However, your weak attempt at redirection is completely ignored.

A heady thrum of excitement courses through you when you feel your back connect with the cool, wooden surface. And then Ari’s hands come to rest on your knees, gently prying them apart, baring your most intimate flesh. 

“Look at you.” He rasps, tenderly stroking your slick folds. “Fuckin’ soaked already. And here we are just gettin’ started.” He parts you with thick fingers before leaning down to press a kiss to your puffy clit, making your hips buck. 

“Yeah,” he continues. “This is the only honey I give a fuck about tonight.” Gripping your ankle, he drapes your leg over one broad shoulder, opening you up to him even more. And then he reaches for the remote to your speaker, turning up the volume of the music that had since become little better than background noise. 

“Don’t want any interruptions while I enjoy my meal. Especially since you spent so much time preparin’ it.” Ari drags your body towards the edge of the table before taking a seat in a chair and placing a napkin across his lap. “And don’t worry about me needing any silverware, sweet Bird…” He murmurs as his mouth descends upon your vulnerable, quivering pussy.

“I don't mind gettin' my hands dirty.”

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[lamb-of-seven]

Head-Canons for the Demon Brothers 4

Prompt: You Catch Them Masturbating

!!Minors and Ageless Do Not Interact!!

Content Warning: Very Suggestive. Discussions of Kinks and Sexual Fantasies. Descriptions of Masturbation.

It’s Sunday Smut-Day! So here is anouther HC of the Obey Me Demon Brothers. Enjoy!

Also I wrote this late at night and I do not feel like proof reading and editing it. I got work in the morning lol.

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Lucifer: My personal head canon is that Lucifer doesn’t often masturbate. I think he is a mix of too exhausted and too prideful to pleasure himself alone. However on the rare occasion he finds himself in the mood, I picture he primarily masturbates in the shower. To him its both more convenient and less messy, so he won’t have to waist time with clean up. Catching him in the act is nearly impossible. There is not simple, oops you walked in moment. Instead the only way you end up catching him in the act is either deliberately on his part or on your part.  

One late night after a long week where Lucifer had gone on a major punishment rampage of HoL and all it’s inhabitants, some of the brothers (Satan, Belphie mostly) had dragged you into a scheme to mess with Lucifer. It started off rather innocent, after all you had to shoot down some of the brothers more dramatic plans. You were going to help by taking advantage of Lucifer while he was vulnerable and in the shower. You sneak into his room as instructed, with the devised paint bomb Satan told you to hide. While you creeped around his bedroom looking for the perfect spot to plant it, you hear Lucifers voice saying your name from the bathroom. You nearly jumped out of your skin, so sure he has sensed you somehow sneaking around his room. Before you could answer, you heard him calling your name again, more husky and deep this time, it sent shivers down your spine. It was commanding and frighting but exhilarating the same. You waited a bit now outside the bathroom door, waiting for him to appear, but he didn’t. You pressed your ear to the door and could hear the water in his shower still running. “mmh, MC, yes, just like that. Good Human. Know your place.” Your knees felt week as you listened to Lucifer’s voice moan. Is he… is he…oh god I can’t even say it in my head! You think to yourself, your face turning a bright red. You suddenly hear him grunting a bit louder and faster, knowing what was coming next. Complete shocked, aroused and a bit humiliated, you dash out of his room, still clutching the paint bomb. You ran past Satan and Belphie stuttering about how you won’t do it and locked yourself in your room.

Mammon: He’s such a Simp for MC, a partier, and some of his lines when you touch him are suggestive, no one can tell me he doesn’t jack off at least once a week. In my head cannon, Mammon prefers to masturbate in his room, but he’s greedy and impulsive so I could see him quickly pleasing himself in the Bathroom at RAD after having some naughty intrusive thoughts, especially about MC. Catching him in the act is almost too easy, and has probably happened more than once.

One night Mammon was chilling on his bed, completely nude and tossing and turning among his blankets trying to sleep. He was getting more and more frustrated as time passed, his cock semi hard and his mind racing. Ugh whatever, I’ll try jackin’ off. Maybe that will get me tired. Mammon simply laid on his back, his head resting into his plush pillows and blankets completely tossed off of him. One hand wrapped around his thick member as he slowly stroked it and rubbed the tip a bit with his thumb. His other hand scrolled threw some porno videos on his go too sight, and while they peaked some of his interest, he was struggling to get himself worked up. Mammon glanced around before bringing up a secret video/photo album on his phone. It was a collection of videos and pictures of you in poses or doing things he found erotic, like you bending over his pool table, or the time you all went to the beach together and he got to see you half naked. If you or anyone found out he had these photos he would be dead. He felt his cock start to pulsate and twitch as he watched one of his videos of you on the beach, sprawled out on the sand. He imagined what it would be like to fully undress you and tease you with his fingers tongue and cock. His strokes were becoming more erratic and his breath mixed with heavy pants and grunts. And that’s when you opened his bedroom door shouting, “Mammon, have you seen my…” You got a full view of Mammon, sweating, fully nude with his erection gripped hard in his hands. After a second that felt like a frozen eternity, Mammon shrieked, throwing his phone and covering himself with his blankets. You shriek back with multiple apologies, racing out of his room and slamming the door behind you. Mammon didn’t come out of his room for a week, which is completely not like him, even Lucifer was concerned.

Leviathan: There is no way around it, this boy is a shut in otaku who is so touches starved but too shy to ask, and wants someone to love him (and dominate him). My head canon that I think most of the Obey Me fandom can agree, he’s horny and masturbates a lot. Most likely he has a collection of Henti and toys (Not as much as Asmodeus, but a good amount).

Right in the middle of the day Levi was sitting in his gaming chair was such a throbbing boner that he couldn’t concentrate at all on his game. It was his turn to do laundry this morning, but you had left your clothing in the dryer overnight. He swears his actions were innocent. He wanted to make you happy, so he took you laundry out for you and started folding it, when he saw them. Your underwear. And not just any underwear, these were made of black silk, so soft and sexy. Since that moment Levi has not stopped picturing them on you, how they would softly pinch into your skin, making that cute slight pudge by your hips. T hey way your ass would look in them. The way the black silk would cling to your sex. He couldn’t take it. He abandoned his game and quickly pulled his pants and underwear down a bit to free his member. His cock sprung to life, the tip dripping with precum. He imagined your voice calling him a pervert. A blush formed across his face. He was so aroused that he didn’t even grab on of his toys or even any lube, instead he wrapped his fingers around his member and started to pump. His toes were up on his desk, gripping and curling, while his other hand gripped the top of the chair next to his head. He bit his lip, as he started to think about you straddling him in the underwear, calling him all kinds of nasty names, maybe even running your hands on his body, and licking him. Maybe if he was good you would let him put it in you? Maybe if he begged. Levi started to pump himself very fast now, huffing, and whining and moaning, his hips rutting into his hand as well, his orgasm approaching fast. “Hey Levi wanna play that new game you….” You entered his room without a thought since his door was unlocked. You knew you were suppose to knock and say the password but you were just so excited and now you knew why. The moment Levi’s eyes met with yours he couldn’t stop himself, his orgasm crashed down on him as his moaned/ nearly yelled your name, as ribbons of white exploded out of his cock, covering his body in his own fluids. Levi couldn’t remember the last time he had cummed so hard. However clarity settled in too fast as he screeched, sobbed and fell out of his chair trying to get his pants back on. You yelled out your apologies as you ran down the hall back to your own room. Levi was mortified. He, like Mammon, also stayed in his room, however for him it was well over a month. He couldn’t even say your name, and any attempt you made to interact would be ignored. It took him a while and a lot of work on your end for him to move past this.

Satan: Personally I don’t see him masturbating that much. I think he prefers an intimate interaction of self pleasuring, but that doesn’t mean he never does it. When he does its almost always after reading a really smutty scene in a book. I don’t think he uses any toys and prefers it to be in the comfort of his own room.

Satan had started a new book recently where the main love interest was described similarly to you. Sometimes he would even catch himself reading the characters name as your name, as the words came to life in his mind it was as if he was reading a wonderful love story between the two of you. And tonight he was reading a rather thrilling chapter where the two characters finally become intimate with each other. As Satan’s eyes hungerly read the page, he couldn’t help but notice his hips squirming, his bulge becoming more apparent, and desiring some friction. His one hand starts to rub his cock through his pants. As the chapters starts to vividly describe the characters fighting for their climax, he pictured both of you in that scenario, and the slight rubbing was not enough. He unzipped his pants, letting his cock swell in his hand and began stroking himself, never taking his eyes off his book. His breath coming out in pants as the characters get cloer like himself. He didn’t hear your knocks. You entered his room, just peaking your head in calling his name. He was reading on the couch and jumped when he heard your voice. Satan tried to loudly talk about anything while he stuffed himself back into his pants and hoped you didn’t hear him zip them back up. However when he saw your blushing face, he knew that you had caught him. It made his heart quicken and blush color his face as well. “I’m sorry, I see your busy I’ll go.” You say and quickly left his room before he could even tell you to stop. Unlike Mammon and Levi, he was only a bit embarrassed. He didn’t hide in his room at all. He actually found it a bit thrilling and erotic that you caught him.  

Asmodeus: My head canon is that he purposely leaves his door unlocked or even open when he is masturbating. He is proud of his body and wants everyone too see him, sometimes hoping for someone to join in with him. Catching him is too easy. He’s the personification of lust so he uses everything and anything.  

The first time you catch him is on a regular school day in the afternoon. Asmodeus was admiring himself in the mirror, his new skin care products made his skin look absolutely flawless over his entire body. As he stripped out of his uniform he couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused by the feel of his own body. His cock was already twitching and standing erect by the time his pants were off. His fingers slowly and erotically rand up and down his thighs hips and belly, sending shivers through out his body. If only MC would come join me and admire my beauty right now. His inability to charm you was a sore spot for him but thrilling to imagine that moment he wins you over. He imagines with on your knees, completely undressed for him, simply wide eyes as you marvel at his perfect body. Asmo closes his eyes and imagines all these touches come from your hands. Asmo reached for his sensual body lubricant as on of his many stimulating toys. He laid down in front of his mirror, going between glancing at himself and closing his eyes to imagine the two of you getting intimate together. His hands stroked his member sensually while the other used the toy on his most sensitive spot. He whined and moaned out. That’s when he heard a knock on the door and knew it was your knock. “Come in MC, Perfect timing.” Asmo said with a panting breath. You walk in thinking everything was normal, and let out a large gasp as you see Asmo on the floor filled with ecstasy. “I was hoping you would join me MC.” Your heart is racing and face is on fire at the sight and offer. However you reject it by stammering and leaving his room, unable to say a single cohesive sentence. Though it hurt Asmo’s ego that you didn’t stay was him, he took your cute shyness as a compliment and continued to imagine it was he climaxed. You’re the one at dinner later that night who can’t seem eat there food and was incredible distracted while Asmo kept giggling as he teased you.

Beelzebub: I feel like Beels Horniness is not that low but not that high. He’s like right in the middle. I think when he does feel aroused he typically masturbates. He’s the Himbo of the group and we love him for that, so I find he is super simple minded about things. For example, I feel hungry, so I eat. He feels horny so he jacks off. It’s just as simple as that. He likes his privacy so he will do it in places where he is alone like his room when Belphie isn’t there or the shower.

One day when Belphie was napping in the attack, Beel returned to his empty room after practice. He was already showered but still felt so achy and exhausted. He laid on his bed to take a quick nap and ended up in a very deep sleep. He was happy though because he was able to dream of you and the two of you were walking through a beautiful forest where everything was edible. You had gotten covered in rare sweet honey and allowed Beel to lick it off of you. In the dream Beel found your skin very tasty with the honey and you let him take off your clothing and cover you in more honey to lick. Beel got to kiss and lick new places on you and started to feel very excited. Even in his dream he could feel how hard and needy his cock was feeling. You had pushed Beel down and drizzled honey on his member and now you were licking him. The excitement of the dream resulted in Beel waking up from his sleep, his cock throbbing and wet with precum. Beel closed his eyes savoring in his dream as his strong hands wrapped around his thick member and pumped it to the same rhythm of your mouth in his dream. Beel let out low grunts and clenched his teeth as his continued to pleasure himself. “Oh Beel I’m glad your back I was just…” You were so used to safely walking into the twins room that you never bothered knocking. You let out of squeak when you realized when Bell was doing. Beel immediately stopped and sat up straight in bed, his face red and his words simple stutters. You both start apologizing. As you turn to leave you promise to knock next time. Beel was left to sit in bed debating if he should continue or if the moment passed and he should get a snack. I think he would have a hard time making eye contact for a good week. Until you both share a meal together and hes back to normal.

Belphegor: I fully believe he’s someone who will slowly jack off and half the time never finish before he either loses interest or falls asleep. I also thing that when he does fully masturbate, it’s if he can’t sleep and needs something to exhaust him, or he does it in his sleep when having a very vivid dream. Boy has more wet dreams than anyone. Catching him in the act is rare simply because it’s rare that he does it.

However on this particular night, Belphie was having such a hard time sleeping. He had been resting a lot recently since school was on break and now he was laying in his bed listening to Beel snore as time ticked on. Maybe a change of scenery would help. Belphie crept through the halls of HoL. He passed your room, noticing the door was slightly opened. He peeked in to see you soundly sleeping. He noticed half your body was uncovered, and your were sleeping in only year underwear. Belphie chuckled to himself, and closed your door. He moved on to the attic and got himself comfortable. As he closed his eyes, he noticed that the image of your near naked body wouldn’t leave his mind and his member started to twitch. Seriously Belphie whispered to himself. He tried to ignore it but he couldn’t and now he found himself fully erect. Belphie sighed and flipped onto his back. While under the covers he started to slowly pump his cock as it throbbed and tingled. Belphie bit on his covers as he started to picture you sleeping peacefully. A blush formed on his cheeks at the thought of him possibly entering your dreams and playing with your body, teasing you mercilessly. His pace quickened and he began to moan a little, his eyes shut tight. He didn’t hear your foot steps or see you enter the attack until he heard you gasp a little. He slowed his pace but never stopped and opened his eyes to see you wearing a robe. “I thought you were looking for me when you stopped by my room before ah, anyway I’m sorry I didn’t mean too..” You were a nervous mess and Belphie liked it. “You should be. This is all your fault MC.” You blush, and your stomach flutters. Belphie laughs a little as he sees your face. Your turn and run away. Now you’re the one whos too shy to make eye contact with him and avoid him and his endless teasing.

[psychoticwillgraham]

gonna try and stay up as long as i can tonight and practice my numbers and makeup and hair!! for makeup, i used to be vehemently against any style that wasn’t semi realistic and styles with cartoony style lines or anything that could be considered clownish, but now? i wanna look as funky as possible bc john himself is a nasty, colorful freak that just so happens to be the devil himself, and my makeup has to reflect that.

I’ve also learned since then that there rlly is no ‘terrible’ makeup and no way to really do it ‘wrong’ bc everyone had a different facial structure, eyelids, stuff like that and what would be considered a ‘perfect’ look/style for one person and considered the standard, might not fit someone else. the only thing’s u rlly need to nail are eyeliner and eyebrows bc those two things really do make the entire mug. for me, i struggle badly with getting a straight line with the liner bc of my shaky ass right hand, but here’s a tip: the worse it looks, the bigger the false lashes should be.

and if ur gonna have to wear glasses to perform like me, have frames that are wide enough to show ur shadow and liner, plain thinner frames, and go over the top with the shadow, liner, and brows so that ppl will look at ur eyes, not just the glasses. I’ve learned this the hard way lmao and NEVER leave ur lips plain. if u just wanna do a plain, nude lip, then still overdraw them, and get a decent nude shade that compliments ur skin tone, but u can still tell the difference.

this turned into an advice post on accident oops

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[http-konoha]

haikyuu!! as questionable classmates headcanon pt. 2

as always, these might not make sense <3

here is pt. 1 (karasuno) and  pt. 3 (nekoma, fukurodani) !!

AOBA JOHSAI

oikawa

would have weird scribbles on his arms, and sometimes on his face. he often falls asleep in class and his friends, specifically iwaizumi hanamaki and matsukawa, would do a game of ‘who would wake oikawa first’. poor oikawa he was tired from practicing all night and would not realize the weird, inappropriate drawings until he saw some girls stared at his arms instead of his face.

iwaizumi

during self study, he would roll up his sleeves and start doing sit ups or pushups when he gets too frustrated to study. would recommend running around the school for 5 laps as a fun activity to do together as a class (sometimes when he’s nice he’d suggest a ‘fun, safe’ volleyball match)

matsukawa

that kid who would randomly giggle deep, manly giggles during literature class because he read a word and remembered an inside joke he and his friend made. also it feels weird if he stays radio silent throughout class. 

hanamaki

that friend and they’d make eye contact with each other every now and then. hanamaki would randomly throw in tiktok moves and outdated vine quotes and dances when he presents. he’s nervous and would unconsciously do so. watch him throw it back while presenting his opinion to whether or not death penalty is acceptable.  

yahaba

eats his lunch in class. he picked fights and was sent to the teacher’s room at least once in three months because he would disagree with the teachers and end up arguing with them. yahaba somewhat gets good grades so the teacher gave in and lets him do whatever he wants in class.

kunimi

hacked into the school system and exposed the pe teacher for having an affair with the janitor. this isn’t that questionable oops he blackmailed the pe teacher with money and the choice to skip running laps in exchange of taking the news down. unfortunately the whole school knows about the affair. 

kindaichi

kunimi pansted kindaichi during lunch time, revealing his bright yellow minion boxers. now people would call kindaichi minion onion head.

kyotani

ate a few pages from his english dictionary because he genuinely thought that it would absorb the words to his brain for the exams. also he thought nobody would realize, but he has a small pink notebook where he would journal. in the middle of class. 

watari

he has a rather small bag, but when he gets to school you see him pull out his textbooks, a volleyball, lunch bag, a whole banana branch, a huge jar of condiments (ketchup and mayo), his volleyball uniform, a full first aid kit box, and occasionally you can hear purrs and meows from his bag... 

DATEKO 

futakuchi

his locker is a very popular spot because he would bring a bunch of items like snacks, comic books, stationary, printed homework/revisions, and sell them to other students as if he’s dealing. he is somewhat surprised that the teachers haven't called him to the office, but futakuchi doesn’t care because he’s getting money.

aone

as soon as the bell rings signalling that class ended, he would dash and run outside. it’s to talk to the teacher to go over the things he doesn’t understand in class. but it’s just interesting to see how aone would look like he’s ready to commit arson when class ends.

koganegawa

brings everything else to school except his stationary. he keeps forgetting to bring his pencil case and would ask the people around to lend them to him. at this point you’re all convinced that futakuchi stole his pencil case and tricked poor koganegawa to buy them from him. 

SHIRATORIZAWA

ushijima

colorcodes his textbooks and notebooks accordingly. also has a picture of his beloved cactus plant in a4 size, right on the very of of his folder stack that everyone can see. like watari, he carries a volleyball in his bag. 

tendou

sometimes shows up to school with ridiculous accessories. one time he wore the colorful clown wig, the next day showed up with his right hand completely wrapped up like kaidou shun, and once he showed up with his hair down with two pink antennas and green tinted glasses. it’s surprising how he never got told off by the teachers maybe because he’s living in an anime world or the teachers just love to see what he’d do next.

reon

he isn’t weird, he’s just misunderstood. bby is actually soft and loved by everyone because he would share cookies to his classmates. sometimes you catch him watching twice music videos and live performances during breaktime. 

shirabu

has a one, big binder for each subject and it’s super heavy. you can hear him pant after carrying the binders. he only has 1 pencil and 3 set of pens in black, blue and red. he’s at the top of his class but no one would ask him to share his notes because his handwriting is awful. tiny but long, cursive awful. 

semi

takes art instead of music class as an elective, yet you’d see him with a music textbook. he would also bring his electric guitar to school although he’s in the volleyball club. he wants to appeal to people that he has a hobby outside volleyball, poor bby

kawanishi

brings two water bottles to school everyday. convinces everyone that one is just plain water and the other one is juice to wake him up. yeah no, one of them has liquor mixed in it, you just know. sometimes he’d collect the monster energy drink cans and line them up in his locker as a decoration. you’ll see at least 5 cans a week.

goshiki

would secretly look up nude roman and greek statues on the school’s computer because of the filtered internet. i have nothing else to say

[deans-baby-momma]

The Padackles Link-Chapter 101

A/N: Apparently this has been sitting in my WIPS for months and I forgot about it. Oops!!! 

Later as I climb into bed, Jensen is already under the covers. He turns to me and asks, "Did it ever even cross your mind that you had a claim to the baby?"

"Truthfully Jay, until Gen asked me, I never even realized it was a possibility. I have been so happy to be able to do this for them, it never dawned on me that this kid isn't Gen's. In my heart,  I am still carrying her child. 

"You know she asked me if I thought I'd want to keep it and honestly,  that floored me. I don't know why I never thought about it; that Jared and I made a baby together."

"Well now that you have," Jensen asks as he pulls me into his arms, my head on his shoulder. "Do you think you'll change your mind and want to raise it yourself? With Jared, I mean."

"Absolutely not," I state. "Not that I don't love it...him...her….whatever gender it is because I do. I love it just like I love Tom and Shep. This is not my child, though"

I am getting sick of repeating myself but I want each of them to know, without a doubt, that for me nothing has changed and nothing will change. As soon as the baby in my womb is born, he or she will be given to the Padalecki's.

"You know," I say, changing the subject a bit. "I'm glad we worked everything out. I don't want to lose them as friends and although I'm growing and nurturing their offspring,  it would have really sucked to not to get to see them grow."

"Yea," Jay says, kissing the top of my head. "I'm glad it all worked out too. We are one big, happy family. The Acklelecki's? The Padackles?"

I laugh as I look up at him. "What about Murphy, huh? Where's that come in at?"

"Baby, as soon as I can, I'm making you an Ackles. You should already be one, you practically are anyway."

Jensen sits up against the headboard and pulls me with him. My laughter dies down and I raise my head to look at him. Is he serious? Is this for real?

"This wasn't how I was planning to do this. Hell, I haven't even picked the ring up yet. But Audrea Murphy, I love you so fucking much and I can’t picture my life without you. I don't want to. Will you marry me?"

JARED’S POV

It had never occurred to me that my wife was frightened that she would be losing the baby if Drea had decided to keep it. That thought never even crossed my mind. I just assumed that the plan for Drea to carry our child and give birth to a baby that would be ours, mine and Gen’s, was still just that.

When Drea become pregnant I realized then that we fucked up when it dawned on me that I put a baby in her, not some doctor using a turkey baster and Gen’s fertilized eggs. I immediately went to talk to Jay about it as I felt as if I needed to apologize.

Fortunately, Jay was more understanding than I gave him credit for and didn’t hold any grudges against me and we talked it out. He was also under the assumption that all would go according to plan; that Drea would carry the baby and then give it to me and Gen after he or she was born. 

Apparently, I also needed to convey that same sentiment to my wife and I dropped the ball on that. Big time! Gen had ultimately figured out on her own that she has no claim to the kid and let her emotions and imagination run rampant until she became terrified that she was losing not only the baby we worked so hard to get but she would be losing me too. 

Which is the farthest thing from the truth! I love my wife and I love my kids, all three of them. So what if one of them came from another woman; it didn’t diminish my love and devotion to the woman I vowed to spend the rest of my life with.

Once all that was settled and Gen finally gets the answer she has been praying for; Drea isn’t keeping the baby once it's born we all relax. Until Jensen brings up the other aspect of our relationship. Sex. With all of us.

Listening to him talk about how everything was fine when it was the four of us in bed together and then when we decided to pair off and how it all went to shit after that, I couldn’t agree more. 

But does that mean, it’s over? We just go back to what it was before Gen and I asked Drea to be a surrogate?

We all agree that maybe we should just keep it to a group thing but then Drea brings up the time when Jay and I are away. I know she is pregnant now and her hormones are going to be going wacky so when she asks about her and Gen having some fun, just the two of them I have no problem with it at all.

Jay doesn’t either as he says so and then suggests they record their ‘girltime’ so he and I can at least watch. I shake my head as he wiggles his eyebrows and we laugh at him. 

In our room later that night, I lay in bed as Gen finishes up her nightly routine. While she was showering, I loosened and removed the restraints on our bed. I had plans for my wife and it did not involve her dominatrix aspect. I wanted something special, something personal. I wanted to make love to my beautiful and loving wife.

My wife is petite but don't let that fool you. She is dynamite. Those who underestimate her quickly find out just how tough she is; that she is a take no prisoners type. If she wants something, she will do whatever it takes to achieve it. That is what attracted me, her can do, will do attitude. She is the glue that holds everything together. 

As I lie in bed and wait for her to join me, I think back to the first day on set when she joined the cast of Supernatural. I remember thinking that this dainty, little person was going to reject and oppose the idea that her first scene on screen she'd be in her underwear but much to my surprise, and everyone else's, she stripped right down and blazed through the performance like it was nothing. I knew then and there that Genevieve Cortese was a force to be reckoned with.

That is why when Gen brought to our attention her apprehension about Drea wanting to keep the baby, it took me by surprise. She had never shown her fears before. Honestly, I hadn’t even considered the possibility that Drea could want to keep the baby for herself. I had been so wrapped up in the knowledge that I am having another kid that it never dawned on me; I am having another kid with someone who isn’t my wife. With someone who is not Gen.

I am having a baby with Drea, Jensen’s girlfriend. How fucked up is that?!

When Gen comes out of the bathroom with just a towel around her body, my dick twitches. It is already semi-hard just from the ideas and thoughts of making love to this amazing beautiful woman. 

Gen smiles at me and drops the towel before reaching down for her underclothes. I reach out and grab her arm, stopping her.  She looks up at me questioningly.

“Lay back on the bed,” I tell her softly. The smile on her face says it all. She now realizes that she still has me, that she still turns me on. Hell, not wanting her is the furthest thing from the truth.

I watch as my smoking hot wife climbs onto the bed and crawls to the middle of it, laying back with her head on the pillows. Her body is totally nude in front of me and my dick springs to life.

“You are so beautiful baby,” I whisper as I pull my boxers down over my erection and let them fall to the floor. “So sexy. And all mine!” I growl.

She smiles that dazzling smile of hers and I hurriedly join her on the bed, claiming her lips in a searing kiss.

I spent the rest of the night showing Genevieve just how much I love her, want her and worship her by bringing her immeasurable pleasure.

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[haikyuu-loves-thiccies]

just saw the nudes sent by mistake request. could i request the same thing for nekoma and shiratorizawa, pls?

I gotchu brös

Nekoma

- Kuroo opens up chat whenever he gets a notif that it's from you

- Or Kenma

- But mostly you Fuck those other guys

- So when he sees it's your tiddies he's like 👀👀👀👀👀👀 saved

- Kenma on the other hand opens it up, sees it, and immediately closes it

- He just sits there like what the fuck do I do what the fuck is that was that a fuckin BOOBIE?

- he's very confused and a little weirded out and VERY concerned

- Hes only seen hentai boobies

- Kai is like 😳😳 and dms you like "hey umm... Idk if you meant to send those to the group chat"

- You respond all "oh GOD I DIDNT IM SO SORRY"

- And this little shit just goes "hey it's fine trust me I'm not complaining."

- Yaku on the other hand

- First person to respond in group chat.

- "Y/N WHY ARE YOU TAKING PICTURES OF YOURSELF NAKED?!?! ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW."

- OOP

- You respond with a whole ass apology and that it wasn't meant to go to the group chat

- Lev meanwhile is just staring at the picture like 😳😳 this is my first tiddie...!!!

- He's really happy and VERY erect

- But he zones in on you saying it wasn't meant for Nekoma and he goes !!! HUH??? so now he's messaging you left and right in the dms like WHADDYA MEAN WHO WERE THEY FOR QnQ

- Yamamoto.... Oh Yamamoto

- Press f in chat bc he be fuckin dead bro

- He came, he saw, he came again, he died

- Inouka is dming Lev like "IS THAT Y/NS NAKED BODY?!!" and now lowkey they're starting a fan club

- They've dragged Yuki into it, who can't breathe

- Teshiro... Poor teshiro doesn't really check the group chat so at practice he's just like ??? Why is everyone crowding and smiling weirdly at y/n??

- Kuroo just slides over and goes "I'll text you a pic of the exact reason why"

- KUROO N O .

- Low-key shohei joined the y/n body appreciation group and he low-key manages it and low-key has pictures of you (not naked) all over his room now oop don't make it weird.

Shiratorizawa

- Tendo?? Saw and saved. He made a folder for all your potential future nudes sent his way. Fucker is collecting that shit like it's hentai.

- The only person he's willing to share them with is Ushijima, who really doesn't want to see them. But he's seen the one sent to the group chat- and that was enough to make him want to see more of YOU.

- Ushijima also gets very defensive about who they were originally for, but he doesn't say anything.

- Tendo on the other hand is like "WOW Y/N!!! 👀👀👀👀"

- Goshiki? Dead. He dropped his phone and it broke.

- "So how did your phone break" "I s..saw nudes of our volleyball teams c-cute manager ...."

- He begs Tendo to send the photo to him but Tendo won't lmao

- Semi "has no interest" and he respects your privacy so he deleted it (with some hesitance). But it only deleted the photo on HIS end, not on everyone else's. And now he can't stop staring at you.

- Reon saved the image but he dare not tell a soul.

- Kenjirou yeeted his phone - thankfully onto his bed- but still that sucker FLEW.

- Hayato and Reon text about you a lot. Like they already texted like "isn't y/n low-key cute hahahaha what if I dated her hahaha" but now it's like a "dude did you see her" "yeah dude I saw her" "fuuuuck dude"

- Sagae and Akakura both CHOKED. they were hanging out together and now have awkward hard-ons and don't know what to do.

- Jin just started freaking out in the group chat like ?!?!?!???!!!?!?

- He then deleted the image and refuses to acknowledge that that happened

- Yunohama keeps reminding him that it happened.

- Taichi scoffed but like.... Low-key.... He kept the image too... Dirty pervert...! And then the next day he's like... Staring at you constantly... Bro... Just say it... U wanna see y/n naked irl bro... It's ok...

- Also... Tendo asked if he should send one back

- Everyone disliked that.

[angsty-delusional-gay]

Oop, I just found my ex’s twitter and he posted a video that we took like 5 years ago on there, and there’s also a semi nude that he posted of me on his page from my tumblr after I blocked him. Like wtf

[ghastlyrosemaiden]

towel (jimmy A, constantinos B)

 Towel drabbleShip; Constantinos/JimmyN//SFW?: Sort of? It’s just semi-nude Const. TW: Scar/self-harm mentions. Some angst. Aged up appropriatelyNOTES: Probably before they got dirty, so Jimmy hasn’t seen Constantinos without a shirt on. This wasn’t intended to be as angsty OOPS. Also forgive my butchering of the dorm layouts. Just imagine Jimmy’s in good with Crabblesnitch and got a good dorm with a bathroom for him and Const-

Constantinos has gotten the motivation to shower once more, urged on by Jimmy. It’s gotten easier to get up and take care of himself but he still has those days. Like today. Today is a lazy shower day. He spends a good majority of his time just standing in the shower, lets it fall. Constantinos is not concerned with the outside world for the time being.

But even the hot water gets too much for him, and he finishes cleaning himself. He takes his time. Jimmy should be out for a good while. Constantinos has never been shy about talking about his depression–lord knows people have heard the comments many times–but he has yet to show his longtime boyfriend his body. It’s not something he has had the courage to talk about.

Turning off the water, Constantinos doesn’t hear the door to their doom room open. He wraps a towel around his waist and takes some time staring into the mirror. The eyebags remain. They’ll always be there. 

The door to the bathroom is not locked. Jimmy isn’t supposed to be back for a good long while, so Constantinos hadn’t bothered to lock it. A mistake. Jimmy is spontaneous. 

Jimmy tosses his jacket onto a nearby chair, sighing. He’s back due to someone deciding to pull the fire alarm. A boring prank, if that was what was intended. So now he’s wet and looking to change. He grabs a spare outfit and heads for the bathroom. Just in case someone wants to barge in.

He opens the door to his bathroom, and freezes in place. Constantinos looks like a deer in headlights. Neither male moves. Of course Jimmy has thought about seeing Constantinos naked, why wouldn’t he, but not like this. And of course, his eyes notice the various scars adorning his body. 

“Jimmy–Don’t look at me, please-” Constantinos’ voice is weak. He’s almost afraid of the judgement he’ll receive from Jimmy. The one person who’s opinion means anything to him in life. He looks around to cover himself but he left his clothes in the room. He can almost feel himself on the verge of tears.

And then, Jimmy moves. He steps forward, reaching out to cup his boyfriend’s cheek. In any other instance this could have been seen as romantic. But Jimmy just wants to reassure him. Let him know he still loves him. He will never find Constantinos unattractive.

His thumb rubs his cheek softly. He dips his head and presses a kiss to Constantinos’ forehead. “You don’t…you don’t gotta be ashamed of this shit, y’know? I know what you’ve been through…” 

And he does. Jimmy has scars of his own. From fights, or perhaps otherwise. Whatever it is, Constantinos is not alone.

Constantinos’ lip quivers and he closes his eyes, pressing his wet forehead against Jimmy’s shoulder. Tired, shaky arms wrap around the taller male. Jimmy’s arms hold him tightly. Keep him against him to provide security and safety. This scene is quite familiar. He leans his head down to speak once more. 

“I will always love you.”

[jinjikook]

Sugar Sweet | 6 | (M) [Discontinued]

word count: 4.4k

genre: smut + fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

dedicated to: @honeyheonie, @lostinmonstax & @jooheonster, who legit were some of my biggest backbones to keep me going (cough & for @tomatoholmes bc she stans ki cough)

a/n:  i’m v sorry this took so long, i didn’t even realize it had been nearly two months since ss 5! time is going by too quickly, but i think i’ve truly found a solidified plot line to the point where i think i’ve speculated where everything will go and therefore than means more concrete chapters, sooner updates and a finalized chapter count! i cut this chapter off a little early bc i didn’t want to head into the next part just yet, but stay tuned for Jin’s party kiddos :) much love to all those patient guppies who stayed by my side and encouraged me to continue despite the many setbacks i felt.

music: suffer - charlie puth

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7 

masterlist

In case you missed it: this happened right before

“So, what’s this about a party tonight?” You innocently asked, curiosity peaked once you finally settled after your little encounter.

Kihyun looked up from the worn down Tupperware he was eating from, Kung Pao chicken long forgotten. His words came out muffled, smothered in rice and noodles as a few stray pieces of chicken slipped out. His cheeks were puffed out, the hamster themed nickname still coming to mind as you watched him try to swallow his mouthful before attempting to talk again.

“Don’t worry about it. Yoongi is just being an asshole, like always.”

Scoffing, you reach forward and let Kihyun feed you a fork-full of his soggy noodles. Chewing thoughtfully before speaking, something that slips Kihyun’s mind far too easily, you deadpan, “That doesn’t answer my question. I wouldn’t mind going, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That’s not it.”

“Then what? You think Yoongi is gonna make a move on me? Don’t you think you could have a little more faith in me, Kihyun?” You couldn’t help but feel your voice strain at the accusation, as if you couldn’t help yourself much like a hungry dog to a full meal.

“Well let me think, the last time you were at a party, it was when you and I met, and I fucked you brainless that night. Who’s to say it won’t happen again tonight, a rerun episode but with a different character this time.” Kihyun looked at you, almost scornfully. This was a complete 180 from his earlier demeanor, his attitude waning from cocky and smooth to spiteful and stinging. It hurt you more than you wanted to lead on, but you couldn’t help as your volume increased with every syllable you spoke.

“Are you kidding me? I was specifically looking to get laid that night, I wasn’t even seeing anyone! If we can even say that’s what we’re doing. I mean, you’ve fucking taken me on one whole date and fooled around with me a few times every now and then. Forgive me for being ‘that girl’ but what the fuck are we, Yoo Kihyun?!”

He sighed, his soft pink hair draping down in a small curtain over his gleaming skin. You hated how your finger itched to sweep it back and expose the polished marble underneath. “Baby, please,” he whispered, breathless and pleading. His eyes matched the vulnerability his voice exposed, an emotion clearly raw and unused by the peach haired man. “Just… I don’t want to lose you. Yoongi is my friend, yes, but he’s also like me. A lot like me, actually.”

Giving into the temptation, you let your digits carefully drag his hair to neatly land past his forehead, thumb brushing the skin there gently. “You’re afraid of losing me?” Your voice was laced with disbelief, the entire emotional ride from the car earlier and afterwards still not convincing you that Kihyun was completely a changed man.

He could only nod, the motion making his hair come crashing back like waves of salmon cascading on the pearly white sands of his flawless skin.

A whisper, was all you could muster. It was small, meek and easily lost in the white noise of Kihyun’s apartment. But Kihyun’s head perked up at the squeak of it, hearing you in crystal clear definition. His lips toyed with a smile and he stood up from where he sat on his couch (“It’s a loveseat, a couch is so much rattier” Kihyun had said when you commented on his high end furniture earlier.) to press a chaste kiss to your lips, keeping it surprisingly PG, save for the hands that settled low on your hips. You wondered if there were magnets on his hands and your hipbones, with how they always seemed to come together one way or another.

His breath felt like heaven as it intermingled with yours, despite that both of your tongues were heavy with soy sauce.

“Baby?”

Eyes bright, shining and gleaming like the softest pebble in a trickling brook, he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips to mimic the kiss he placed on your lips onto the skin of your hand.

“I’d be honored if you’d be my date to Jin’s party tonight.” His voice was rough, a promise that this was only going to go further as his continued to pepper kisses down to your wrist in succession, awaiting your answer. When you finally exhaled and breathed out a light and airy yes, Kihyun just couldn’t restrain himself any longer.

It went on for what felt like hours but his neat little alarm clock on his bedside table marked as 47 minutes. Every second had your spine tingling, toes curling while your breath forever stayed caught in your throat. You can’t even remember how many times you’d come but when Kihyun finally had, it was glorious, like a victory in itself.

He was high, keening as his moans sounded more like vocal exercises rather than exclamations of passion. Every sweet note strung along like a melody of lusts and, if you dared to say, love. It soothed every aching muscle that screamed for you to come down from whatever position he had you bent into at the time, ease in your bones as he whispered sweet praises against your skin and stamped it with a kiss in order to seal it underneath.

Kihyun continued to kiss your shoulders softly, fingers gracing every inch of your body as he seemed to seep the tension away from your bones. You sighed contentedly as his fingers brushed a particularly sore bruise along the meat of your hips, where Kihyun’s grip never faltered as he dove into you time and time again.

“Are you up for a shower babe? Or should I draw you a nice, warm bath? I have bath salts and stuff,” You looked back to question Kihyun with a glare, lips pursing to stifle a laugh that was threatening to come out. “What? A man can have that stuff, it’s relaxing as fuck. Besides, it helps me have this perfect skin that you love so much.”

“I do not love your skin—“

“Baby girl, you practically worship it. I see where you look, it’s either there, my hair or my dick.”

“I look at you as a person, you asshole. But a bath works, mostly because I don’t trust my legs to work anymore than I trust a lump of jelly to hold me up. And don’t say you can do it because you’re no muscle pig Yoo, you’ll get tired from holding me up eventually.” He shrugged and slipped out from where he was spooning you, leaving you with one last kiss imprinted on your cheek before he left the half-lit room into the direction you knew his bathroom was in.

Laying there in a sated silence, the air was thick from the scent of sex but also from the swelling you felt in your heart. You swore that Kihyun felt the same fullness inside, warm and satisfied like after a huge meal.

It was like a breath of fresh air, clinging to the sacs in your lungs as you finally felt some sort of true satisfaction from the sex, not just the lulling pleasure afterwards from a good lay but instead, the feeling of being safe; comforted by the idea that Kihyun isn’t going to kick you out this time, and there was more to offer than just a hot meal in the morning.

Maybe he’d even give you a key for his apartment.

Shaking your head, you wanted to stop those thoughts from breeding; as hope springs eternal. The last thing you wanted was to have an idea for the future only for things not to work out and have it all ripped away from you right before your eyes. Like a magician’s trick: stealing the cloth from under all the silverware. But you were surely not a magician, and you knew a novice like yourself would tug on a corner of the fabric only to tear everything in shambles, every glass and plate falling over and teetering over the edge to break in a million shards and fragments, impossible to piece together even with the best glue money can buy. You’d only make a mess and it’d be yours to clean up, despite all the cuts and blood you’ll spill in the process.

“Babe? Did you hear me?” Kihyun’s voice traveled from the bathroom, the sound bouncing off the porcelain sink and tiled walls only to reach down the hall just enough for you to hear the barest hint of it. Kihyun’s head followed his voice, poking in the doorway, revealing a mop of semi-wet pink along with a shirtless torso with small droplets of water making their way south with the aid of gravity. “You ready?”

You could only muster a small whine, reaching out your arms and giving him the best grabby hands you could manage. Kihyun laughed, breathless and lovely, as you approached your nude body on the bed, still tangled in his expensive bedsheets. Though no amount of money can make up for the damage you two did to them in the last hour.

It took some maneuvering but Kihyun finally got a decent enough grip that didn’t make you brain yourself on the walls of the hallway, the small trek over to the bathroom feeling much long with how many times Kihyun had to readjust his grip.

(“Kihyun! That’s my ass!” “Oops, sorry my bad.”)

Dipping you in gently, the warm water lapped up your body as Kihyun slowly let your body drift naturally into the large bathtub he had, the bath salts settling around you as you finally seated yourself properly. Kihyun smiled in satisfaction as you felt every tense muscle ease with the hot water and rose bath salts.

Rose seemed fitting, what with Kihyun’s hair and all. You had to keep in a laugh at the thought, not wanting Kihyun to think you were being unappreciative of all he’d sweetly done for you.

He hummed softly as he pattered around the bathroom, completing a few finishing touches by lighting some candles, dumping some more salt in the tub along with scented rose petals. You couldn’t help but smile at his thoughtfulness, feeling the ache melt of your body as the water took a more pinkish hue.

“Hey Ki?” He hummed to acknowledge he was listening, back facing you as he finished with the last candle and flicked off the light switch to reveal the warm orange glow that naturally bred in the tiled room with the help of the dozen or so burning flames. “Can… can you put some music on? It doesn’t have to be anything specific,” You chewed on your lip, wondering if you could finish what you wanted to ask since you’d never asked this of him before. “And maybe you could… sing? You don’t have to if you don’t want.” You hurriedly added the remainder of your sentence, not wanting him to feel forced to reveal this part of his life.

He laughed once more, it was small and light and airy like the cotton candy you thought his hair resembled.

“Sure baby girl, whatever you want. I’m gonna turn on the stereo in the living room,” He has a stereo in his living room? Granted you hadn’t really noticed since every time you’ve been here there had been more… pressing matters.

He stepped out of the room and left you alone once more, though now you could clearly hear him shuffling to and fro in the living room just down the hall. You ventured to sneak a peek, craning your neck and jostling the waters around you. You caught sight of Kihyun’s skin passing by a few seconds at a time, his pink hair flopping with him. It was cute, like a lost puppy.

Soon a low, reverberating bass hummed through the floors all the way to the tub, making the water ripple from the sound. It wasn’t loud enough to disturb the neighbors but it at least gave the atmosphere what it was missing, white noise to distract from the drippy faucet and the flickering candles. Settling back into the tub, you patiently waited for Kihyun to return to join you.

Except he never came.

“Ki? Baby?” You spoke into the darkness that enveloped the living room now, apparent that the lights had been turned off. He shouted a small coming! that made you smile, his voice sounding further than normal, meaning he’d probably stopped by the kitchen.

He returned with a bottle of blood red wine, two glasses in tow. He smiled his all too perfect smile and you couldn’t help but return it, the heat radiating from you in waves so strongly that you’re sure it fueled the flames around you to glow a tad bit brighter, if that were even possible.

Setting the items down by the tub, Kihyun motioned for you to sit straight and he stepped into the tub behind you, settling his back against the edge of it. Once he spread his legs and had them on either side of you, he pulled you back into his embrace, your wet back meeting his warm and surprisingly more broad than you remembered chest.

He sighed, deep in his throat and it made his chest vibrate with the sound. It lulled you to lean your head back on his shoulder, eyes lazily meeting his own half lidded ones.

Without warning, Kihyun began to sing, in the octaves of dripping gold and honey. The song was already partway through but it didn’t stop Kihyun from harmonizing from what felt like the heavens above. You swore the sound alone cradled your lungs and kept the air from filling them up.

“So here we go, go again,” His hands stroked along your sides, soft and trembling along the smooth skin there.

“It’s like I’m caught under your spell,” Kihyun reached past the cusp of the tub, pulling back with a glass of wine for yourself, his own cradled under the lazy grip on the hand he had braced on the side closest to the wall. You couldn’t help but take a slow pull of the bloody liquid, the slow and slightly room temperature drink making its way down your throat like molasses, like it had all day to reach the pit of your stomach and warm you to a decent buzz. The flavor that followed was tart, sans any bitterness as it tasted as sugar sweet as everything else that came with knowing Kihyun.

“You’re wearing black, black magic,” His hand pulls back a few strands of your hair from your face, the water clinging to the hair and making it stick to your scalp. Some of the drops cascaded down your face, your eyes naturally coming to close at the sensation.

An idea burned in Kihyun’s mind, his cock twitching at the filthy thought. Letting his hand rest at your clavicles, he brings his own wine glass to his lips, the deep and rich red contrasting with the lilac pink that dusted his lips. As he sipped hungrily on the drink, your eyes slowly opened to the sight of a singular drop of red slipping past the seam of his lips, trailing down the column of his perfect throat, where a prominent vein lay. Before it could drag any lower, you latched your mouth there was best you could without twisting your body into that resembling a question mark. Sucking lightly, you make sure to pass your tongue and capture all of the fruity taste that the wine left sticky on his skin.

He groaned, the noise matching a vibration that hummed with your lips where they were attached. Pulling his glass away, he smacks his lips and chases the taste from his lips with a pass or two of his own tongue, mimicking how you lapped at his neck. You returned to your earlier position, head resting on Kihyun’s shoulder once more as he continued to sing, his voice slightly more raspy with something akin to want; like fire licked at his throat and vocal chords instead of yourself.

“Well, baby don’t wear nothing else,” His touch scorched now—burning a trail of need in the wake where your veins lay. No longer were his digits innocently skimming your sides, they gripped and tugged with intent, malicious indeed. He reached forward to cup your left breast with his only free hand, toying with your nipple and making you whimper as shocks made their way past your ribcage and down into the water, where your core was twitching.

“Well, open up this door,” Kihyun punctuated his igniting words as his hand dipped down under the water, gently skimming where you burned the hottest. You jolted at the phantom touch, ripples in the water and some sloshing over the edge in reaction to your sudden movement. Some of Kihyun’s wine crashed against the edge of the glass, a few stray droplets coming down in rich rivulets, each one larger than the next as they reached their end and dripped off the clear glass.

When they landed in the water, they tinged the area for just a mere moment, before the amount of water diluted to color and took the opaque red away and replaced it with the peach of the bath salts. You felt several grains swirl around you while you kicked around, trying to fight the extreme sensations Kihyun was bringing to you without even as much as touching you properly.

“Don’t you play,” He chuckled into your ear, his breath hot and heavy against the shell of it as his tongue came to follow. The burst and blooming of pleasure that came to fruition made you whine, keening in hopes that Kihyun would show mercy to his bathing lover. He suckled along your neck, bringing the glass of wine in his hand to your neck and tipping it over purposely, the cool liquid splashing audibly on your shoulder.

He watched with a burning fever as the wine stained your skin, leaving sticky sweet trails of color until it either ran off the sides into the milky bath water or collected in the space between your bones, in pools of inky red in your clavicles.

Unable to resist any longer, he sucked and lapped at the gaps where the liquid stayed static. You gasped at his hot mouth latched on your body, tasting every drop of wine along with the salty tang of your own skin, intermingling with the bitter rose water that still dotted your skin in pin pricks. Once he deemed you clean of the wine, he whispered your name, breathless, in your ear. You shivered at the sound, realizing he was just as wrecked as you were. His cock was solid behind you, full after all the teasing he’d succumbed you to.

“Ain’t no other man, gon’ make you feel the same,” He half whispered-half sang against your neck, his breath coming short and desperate. The water swished and sloshed around the tub, the motion between the two of you causing it to erupt in waves to the point of cascading over the side and splashing down on the tile and soaking the maroon bath mat that lay on the other side.

Kihyun took the time to extract your wine glass from your trembling fingers, no fight in you as you relinquished the glass with minimal effort. He placed his and your own where he had originally put them, next to the half-full bottle that still stood there untouched.

“Wanna make, wanna make love,” He whimpered as you grinded back against him, causing his head to brush up against you over and over again. Had he not been submerged in that moment, you were sure he’d be drooling pre-come all over your ass, no doubt making a mess like always.

He gripped your hips, that pesky magnet coming back into play, as he rocked against your backside. The water was relentless, constantly splashing and almost completely covering the sound of the music in the background.

“Girl, I can’t lie,” Kihyun was practically begging now, his singing barely above a whisper as he tried to put his focus in working his hips along you. All you could rely on for satisfaction was the ghosting fingertips of Kihyun’s hand dipping down to tease along your thighs, and the constant slap of the splashing water against your hot core. It was a siren’s call, begging you to succumb to the utmost pleasure you needed, to just push Kihyun’s fingers where you needed them most. But unfortunately, nature doesn’t work that way and water does just the opposite effect of what you need in order to proceed as you would normally.

If it was up to you, you’d already be full of Kihyun, bouncing in his lap as you rode him into next week.

“I’m just a sucker,” Kihyun mouthed at your neck again, his voice finding some strength as he fucked against you, the mere pressure and friction driving him mad.

“For a cold-hearted lover,” He whispered something into your ear after that particular lyric, something akin and along the lines of a breathless apology. As if he was sorry for whatever he’d done to you before, for ever making you feel less than the royalty he thought you deserved to be.

“You make me suffer,” Kihyun couldn’t hold back his own whimpers and moans, the thread inside him finally unraveling as he pistoned his hips against you, the smacks of his skin against your audible along with the slaps of waves of water colliding with each other as they traveled in opposite directions. Every forward thrust from Kihyun made you come to meet with an opposing force, another hard wave of water coming in contact with your lower half and making you squirm, only causing more smacks against you in return.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” He finished himself off, one particularly hard grind against you making him erupt in white-hot pleasure, his come going straight into the water. It made the water between you two murkier, and Kihyun made sure to ask that you were on the pill, to ensure you weren’t going to get pregnant from any stray swimmers. Once you nodded vigorously, Kihyun chuckled and finished with a few more thrusts, letting his high ride out its duration before he returned to singing into your ear, both hands coming around to tease at your nipples.

“You should come over,” Kihyun teased, his breath fanning over the side of your face as he ground his now-soft cock into you, in hopes to keep the motion so you’d climax soon. The fingers that pulled and played with your nipples sent shocks of sensations of everywhere, toes curling from the aching pleasure you felt ramping up inside you.

Kihyun chuckled against your skin, the sound bringing you that much closer to the edge. You couldn’t help it as you rose up higher against him, your back sticking to his chest as you head rolled back to crane onto his shoulder, your eyes meeting Kihyun’s own burning dark orbs. You could see the aching satisfaction gleaming back at you, his skin mocking you once more with just how fucking pretty he was. You always seemed to notice this at this point, before or after you get to come. It’s a sex revelation, you come to realize.

“You should come, you should come baby,” Kihyun pointed the lyrics to you, fingers grazing the inside of your thighs and the mixture of his sickeningly sweet voice made you topple over the edge, your fingers gripping the edges of the tub until white bled into your skin as you came harder than you’re sure you’ve ever had—completely untouched.

At least, untouched in the proper sense.

Kihyun whispered praises in your ear, still rocking you gently to ride out your own orgasm along with the soft waves the curled in the water. Your eyes were closed, the pleasure too intense to handle with them open. You felt like you were at the beach, lost at sea; floating and buoyant in the open waters. The only thing that kept you anchored, tethered to reality, was Kihyun’s lilting voice telling you how good you are, how well you did, how proud he was of you. You could feel the bubbles forming in your stomach, erupting into small brush fires that stoked something even hotter inside you, something burning and cooking you from the inside out. It was like sticking fruit on a grill, locking in the sweetness inside you with the heat alone. The heat from Kihyun and what he did to you.

As you tried to come back from your high, you registered Kihyun still softly speaking into your ear, though his speaking was gentler now, if even that was possible. It was curling around you like smoke off a cigar, enticing you to fall even deep for him.

“Don’t make me suffer, don’t make me suffer,” He reached every octave, with ease in a way that made your stomach lurch to hear him sing more, to hear him in a opera hall; unadulterated and raw, the way he made you feel.

“I won’t, I promise,” You whispered back, hoarsely but still audible. You knew you were answering something that wasn’t intended to be, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had to say something, the words were stoking something fierce inside you to the point that you felt like if you never opened your mouth, you’d never survive the night. Kihyun coaxed these words and feelings out of you like it was nothing.

You certainly weren’t a magician, incapable of hiding your true intentions and able to keep the veil of illusion up while simultaneously aweing the audience and keeping their attention enraptured—but Kihyun was. He was the best among them all, able to breathe fire into your lungs and make you bend every which way to his will, to his word. All while looking like an angel himself.

But the angel may just turn out to be the devil, dressed in pretty lace and pastels.

The song Kihyun sang said that you were the reason for his suffering, but it might just be the other way around. He might be the actual, literal death of you. And that… that might just be okay.

What a way to go.

[activatingaggro]

2 and 10 for the first one, 5 for the second!

cut for length!

2. screenshot the tabs you have open

I have like five profiles for my Firefox, and usually have.. all of the windows up? :’D SO JUST HAVE THE FANTROLL PROFILE.

10. if you draw or write, show some of your really old work

[RP samples from a 2009 livejournal game! Thomas Rhodes, nude art model for his local uni and meteorology major clawing his way through college with a soccer scholarship. Also the reincarnation of the god Zeus, who semi-awakened when he was fairly young and has had weird delusions of grandeur ever since - and then fully awakened and wiped out his original personality in the process. OOPS.]

First Person Sample:[v-v-video!]Okay, first of all:Why didn't we do this before? Seriously! This. This is so much better than lounging around in Olympus for a few millennium. I mean, have you seen the mortals now? I don't even know what happened, but I am not complaining.The only bad thing is what they're trying to call law these days. "You have to be 21 to buy alcohol" -- bullshit, that's what it is. Who wants to volunteer to do your dad a favor...?Third Person Sample: It should've been so easy. Walk into the store, pull out the pink card and purchase the alcoholic beverages so necessary to studying. He'd run into the first issue immediately; the selection of alcohol was far beyond what he had expected. What was the difference between vodka and rum? Budweiser and Guinness? What in the name of Tartarus was a Kahlua, and why was it made of parrots? He'd decided to play it safe and ended up with an armful of rum. That was when he'd encountered the second problem -- purchasing it. "No ID, no alcohol, sir," the cashier told him bluntly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got other customers to serve..." Zeus -- no, Thomas, he reminded himself -- scowled, pushing a strand of hair out of his face as he leaned againsnt the side of the building. If it'd been in the old days, he would've burned down the store for the humiliation of it. Taught the cashier how to treat a god! With his power stripped like this, though, he'd just have to swallow the embarrassment, as hideous as the thought was. Find another establishment without these archaic laws... Or. Wait! Maybe he couldn't buy alcohol.. but one of his children certainly could. Athena, maybe? She was a good girl. Polite, purposeful, always obedient to her father -- not like some of the ungrateful wretch's he had raised over the years. Certainly she wouldn't refuse her father one, simple request.. Already brightening, Thomas pulled out his iPhone and began to type.

5. do you like a warm bed or a cold bed?

EIGHT BLANKETS OR GO HOME.