#and freaky ass bedrooms stuck in time

[cult-of-the-eye]

they ever did an ikea centered tma episode??

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Unfocused

Roy Harper x Reader

wc: 1.1 k summary: Jason is fed up with how unfocused Roy is getting. warnings: no y/n used, fluff mostly, kinda crackfic?, lots of cussing, hints of previous night activities a/n: this is a drabble but it contains the backstory from Brother's Bestfriend ! hope you enjoy!! divider: @xurengu0

The rain of bullets hit the other side of the car as Jason and Roy hide behind it. It‘s not the best coverage, so they‘ll need to flee soon. Once the goons are reloading their guns, and the assault of bullets is briefly paused, they use their opportunity to run away from the open field. In the midst of it all, Roy doesn‘t see the flash grenade that‘s being thrown at them and almost steps right over it. Jason has to jump at him and tackle him down to create distance together from it. A heavy grunt leaves the red head and he‘s ready to be mad at Jason‘s unreasonable attack, until Jason yells at him first.

»Are you fucking stupid?! Couldn‘t see that fucking flash being thrown at us?«

They don‘t have enough time to argue over it as the goons are starting to catch up with them, clearly satisfied that their distraction worked.

The pair scrambles to their feet and manage to get onto a rooftop without any further complaint. »Focus, dammit!« Jason exclaims back at his partner one last time before they get going with the current plan.

With a silent grunt, Roy squeezes his upper arm and checks his injury. His head thumps back against the container, still trying to catch his breath from the chase. Jason paces small circles until he finally stops and towers over Roy, his frown not evident due to his mask, but Roy can feel it anyway.

»I swear, I will shove my gun so far up your ass, it will get stuck and you can never shit normally again, if you do that one more time,« finally, he exhales after holding his anger in during the run, »What was that anyway? Did you fall asleep earlier?«

Jason cocks his head to the side, resting his hands on his hips like a disappointed parent would. Roy doesn‘t feel too scared, though, simply rubbing the back of his neck with his good hand.

»Was thinking of something. Sorry.« He tries to dismiss it without any further argument, not in the mood to cause any more unecessary anger.

It‘s quiet for a moment until Jason speaks up first, his voice more judgemental than before.

»What‘s tha‘ on your neck?« He regrets asking that in the first place, he doesn‘t even want to know now. The way his best friend tilts his head away from Jason says enough. His cap blocks the sight of his eyes and cheeks, but he is sure that Roy is currently blushing.

A heavy sigh, »Oh, c‘mon… are ya‘ll that freaky?« followed by a, »I should‘ve guessed...«

It‘s clear that Jason is at least a little disappointed at his best friend and his sister, you. The fact that Roy got distracted in the first place, made Jason rather concerned than mad. But to know the real reason of the distraction… it made him want to rip his ass apart and try to lecture you on your actions. Jason knows that couples do… things. But he wasn‘t prepared to see the evidence on his best friend. Especially during a mission that failed. However, he doesn‘t want to prod on it any longer and nods towards the exit of the alleyway.

»I will definitely shove my gun up your ass...«

↣

At first, Jason didn‘t want to let Roy tag along into his apartment, but he couldn‘t deny him after some more arguing. You are already comfortably seated in the couch with a warm cup of tea and watch the newest trash TV in your shared apartment. It‘s nice and warm, being wrapped inside a fuzzy blanket as you get lost in the show. The click of the window snaps you back, looking over to the bigger window in the same room. Red Hood greets you first, although he doesn‘t say anything, just lowly grunting as he climbs inside. Arsenal follows up, bringing a smile to your face. You don‘t see it, but Jason rolls his eyes under his mask, taking a straight route to his bedroom; probably to cool off.

Your smile softens as Roy steps in front of you by the couch, arms spread open as if expecting a hug from you. However, he doesn‘t get it as you stay seated in your blanket with the cup of tea.

»Too warm to stand up.«

He shakes his head and instead flops down beside you, head planted in your lap after taking his cap off. You watch as he closes his eyes and relaxes into the cushion and your lap, a low sigh leaving him. Jason seems to be taking a shower in the meantime, giving you two some more time to be alone.

»How was the mission?« You ask out of curiousity as you tangle a hand into his hair, watching his relaxed expression.

»Bad. Got distracted, we didn‘t get anything from these guys...« He sighs out before opening his eyes to look up at you from your lap. »Why were you distracted?« But before he could answer you, Jason steps out of the shower and reenters the living room.

»Yeah, Roy, why were you distracted?«

You think that Jason is simply mocking Roy because he‘s still mad, but in reality, Jason just wants to verbally abuse his best friend, since he can never look into his eyes the same again.

Jason moves to sit between you and Roy, arms crossed and eyes trained onto the TV, even though he doesn‘t seem focused on it. This makes you scoff lightly and scoot away from your brother, sipping onto your tea.

»Give him a break, I‘m sure it was just a small slip-up.« You shrug and don‘t expect much from the both of them, simply hoping that Jason will stop being so annoying. However, he only gets a bit more aggravated from it.

»Small slip-up… if you two just— okay. I won‘t say it, but you guys need to get it together.«

It‘s almost funny how allergic Jason is to saying some specific words and it almost makes you let out a soft chuckle. Before you realise what he means. You clear your throat in light embarrassment and pull your blanket higher up to your chin, not wanting to let him find out more. A rather awkward silence settles between you three, eventually turning the volume up from the TV.

Jason stays seated between you two, until he finally releases a more softer huff. »I get grey hair because of you, I‘m not even joking.« He shakes his head lightly until he leans back further into the couch, resting his head on Roy‘s shoulder. You notice and quirk an eyebrow at him, scoffing lightly.

»Hey, that‘s my boyfriend!«

»Shut up, he‘s not allowed to be near you until he behaves.«

Roy shrugs with a light huff, unsure if he should laugh or cry with how stupidly protective Jason is being.

»I didn‘t even do anything!«

»Remember what I said about my gun?«

a/n: made this under an hour, it's wobbly and strange, but i had to get this out of my mind

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[bleach-your-panties]

matched sexual energy - rindou haitani🩶

🩶relationship drabble collection - valentine event. minors, blank, ageless, dni

🩶that mf be hittin them gd splits don't he LOL. fem reader.

🩶cw: oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, sexual intercourse implied

🩶dividers by @/cafekitsune

🩶wc: 707

You were lying in your bed waiting for Rindou to get out of his meeting since he'd texted you earlier and said that he was coming over.

----

The two of you had met in the most mundane of places - the grocery store.

He had a basket full of liquour and cigarettes, which was odd, but you didn't question it.

You rang him up quickly and he slipped you a black card, making your eyes widen slightly before you took it from his gloved hand and stuck it in the reader.

"Have a wonderful day."

"You too, sweetheart."

You weren't expecting him to say that, and he seemed to notice it since he sent you a smirk from his peripheral before grabbing his bags and exiting the store.

----

You ran into Rindou at that store quite a few times after that, until he finally asked for your number.

It wasn't until later that you found out that he was in a gang, but that didn't deter you from seeing him whenever he called for you.

"What's up, baby?" He called as he stepped inside your apartment. He used his key to get in, which made sense since he was paying for it.

"Hi Rinnie..." You cooed sweetly once his slim figure slipped through your bedroom door. Rindou grinned at you.

"Why are you hiding underneath the covers? Don't tell me you're getting shy on me, baby girl?"

He began unbuttoning his uniform jacket as he strode over to you.

With a small shake of your head, you threw back the covers revealing your nude body, which is exactly how he instructed you to be.

"I never met a girl like you, baby. Always so fucking ready for me to come and ruin you.." He gripped your jaw and tilted your head up to look into his shining, violet eyes.

"Never have to ask you twice, you always know exactly what I need from you." You smiled and seductively bit down on your bottom lip, causing him to lean in and press his lips against yours.

His three-toned hair brushed against your forehead and you brought your hands up to run your fingers through it.

After a few minutes, he pulled away from the kiss with a thick string of saliva connecting your lips and shook your head side to side.

"I know. You want to freak in the morning and freak in the evening; I think I've got the schedule figured out by now, Rinnie. You know you can come see me anytime because you always know just what to do."

"Mhmm, I know what to do, baby?" He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.

Rindou then began taking off his watch, glasses, and rings to set them on your bedside table when you grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Leave them on, Rin. Want to feel them wrapped around my neck tonight." He let out a little chuckle and squinted his eyes at you.

"Freaky ass girl."

He grabbed your thighs and dug his fingers in, knowing that the rings would leave indents. That's just how he liked it; they had his initials engraved on them, which meant in turn they'd be engraved on you.

"Oh fuck, Rin!" You moaned as he began licking you in earnest, his face completely buried between your spread thighs.

He stayed down there for a good twenty minutes, just licking you out until you came into his mouth, twice.

"Good thing I took my glasses off." He brought his hand up to wipe his cheeks and nose from from where you had squirted on him.

"God, you're so sexy, Rin." You moaned as you came down from your orgasm. The tattoos on his neck and torso always turned you on so much.

"Yeah, baby? You think I'm sexy?"

"So sexy, Rinnie." You gave him that signature pouty look that you know drives his crazy.

"Fuck, turn over for me. Arch that back, gunna put this dick inside you now."

You and Rindou went well into the night, switching between multiple positions and just fucking each other's brains out.

He'd always keep coming back to you because no one could keep up with his sexual appetite the way that you could.

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If you know exactly what I wanna do, then Imma give the business to you

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[jhdyuiee]

Stars on my Scars

♢ pairing: Mark x Y/N ; forbidden love

♢ warnings/tags: smut!, angst, unprotected sex (pls pls pls stay protected), breakup sex (?!), kissing/making out, name calling (baby, good girl), oral (m & f receiving), cursing, multiple orgasams

♢ wc: 1.6k

♢ a.n: hello! happiest 127 day ya’ll!! it seems like mark became the popular choice so here it is yayie! i hope this ones a good one for u all && enjoy it as much as i did. its freaky-ness kekeke. good news though i currently have 4 drafts in my drafts (?) each of a different member, so pls look forward to those releases! school has been a pain in the ass lately so uploads may vary… anyways i hope u all have a lovely day! happy 127 my nctzen! i love u all, jiji out 🤍

The rain poured and poured; the rain fell and fell.

I looked up feeling as the droplets were falling onto me. The weather reflecting my life right now. I replayed the moments of a couple hours ago in my head.

-‘๑’-

“Hey mark?” I asked through the phone.

“Yeah, baby?” He replied.

“Can I go over to you? Or is it-“

“No, no yeah you can. Is something the matter?”

“Ah, well I just miss you,” I replied.

“I miss you too, baby. I’ll be waiting for you here then.”

I bid him goodbye and hung up the call. Today was the day. The day I’d leave him, at least try to. I love Mark with everything in me, but we can’t be together anymore. Our love is forbidden. It was never meant to last. Forever doesn’t exist for us.

I’d arrived in front of his door. I hesitated knocking, this would be the last time I’d come here. I knocked and heard a clicking sound, he’d unlocked the door.

“Hey baby don’t just stand there, come in,” he said, softly.

I walked into his apartment, soaking in everything one last time. The picture frames, art pieces, messy sofa, even the spiderman figure on his coffee table. I walked into his living room, Mark following right behind me.

I turned around facing him. He was a couple inches away from me, so I walked closer to him, centimeters away. I placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it. I wanted to cry, I could feel the tears threatening to spill down.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” he said in a concerned tone.

“I love you,” I said in a whisper. “I love you so much Mark, more than words can ever describe.”

He took both his hands, cupping my face gently. “I love you too baby, a lot more than you think I do.”

His words radiated such warmth, I didn’t wanna end this. Our story though was not a fairy tale.

I leaned in, my lips on his. Our kiss started off as something gentle filled with love, pure love. But then it deepened, filled with desire, desperation, lust.

We continued kissing until there was no oxygen for either of us. “You’re so beautiful Y/N,” Mark said, pecking my jaw. His kisses continued along my neck, jaw, and collarbones. In the meantime his hands worked on my shirt, trying to get that thing off of me. He pulled it over my head, his kisses continuing along the valley of my breast. “Jump,” he said, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his erection against my clothed core.

He guided me to his bedroom, placing me on his bed gently. His hands working on my jeans. I was left in nothing but my underwear. “Take your clothes off too Mark.” He listened, his clothes slowly joining mine.

He came back to me with a kiss. It was filled with desire, I pretty darn sure my wetness was leaking through my underwear. His hands palmed my core causing me to moan into the kiss. His lips dragged along me going down and down.

“Already so wet from kissing?” he said, the nightlight illuminating the small smirk plastered across his face.

“Get up for me baby,” he said. I got up and waited for him to say more. “Take your bra off.” I obliged, tossing it somewhere in the room. His hands groped my breasts, the sensation sending electric shocks through me. I straddled his lap and his head came down to my breasts.

He stuck his tongue out, lapping it around my nipple. It felt so good as he flicked his tongue. My other breast was being pinched by his fingers until his mouth met that one as well. I moaned his name out over and over, “Mark, fuck.”

I felt as he bit my nipple, causing me to wince. I was practically riding him feeling his hard erection against my hot core. I was sure if I got up my wetness would be seen on his boxers.

“So needy baby,” said Mark against my breast. “Turn the other way for me.”

I did just as he said to, my back facing him. “Open your legs,” he whispered in my ear. I opened them a little wider, as his hand made it’s way towards my core, putting my underwear to the side.

“Fuck you’re soaking.”

He slid a finger into me, my back arching at the sensation. It was just one finger but oh god- another finger went in. He pumped his fingers in and out, “look at me baby.” I turned my head, his lips crashing to mine. “Got to get you nicely prepared to take my cock pretty girl,” he said, kissing my cheek and jaw.

“Ah- M-Mark I’m clo-close.”

“It’s okay baby, just let it out,” he said, bringing his thumb to my clit.

“Oh yes- fuck just like that Ma-Mark.”

He chuckled, “Go on cum.” Oh and I did, I came. My legs trembling, my chest heaving. “You did so well baby,” he said, pecking my temple.

I got up from his lap and kneeled down. I wanted him and I wanted him now. “Impatient baby?”

“Mm, I want you Mark. Please let me have you,” I said as I looked up at him.

He let out a curse before pulling his boxers down. His cock sprung out, angry and full of precum. “You look so pretty begging to have me, so here have it.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I wrapped my hand around his cock, licking his precum. I licked up his cock, wanting to tease him for a bit; wanting to savor this moment a while longer.

“Come on baby, stop the teasing,” he said deeply. He was growing impatient, I could hear it in his voice. In fact I was too, I wanted him in my mouth, so I took him in. Slowly, but then his hands gripped my hair. “You got this baby, just a little more deeper.”

Fuck. Mark was big and thick, my eyes were tearing up already. He pushed my head further down, groans leaving his throat. “You’re taking it so well like the good girl you are.”

Mark was always good at saying things whenever we got intimate. It turned me on even more. Once his cock was fully in, I started moving. Bobbing my head, moans coming out of both of us. “Eyes up baby.” I fluttered my eyes to him, his expressed; fucked out. He was enjoying this too.

He looked at me, “Don’t stop Y/N, it feels so good.” I kept going, his tip hitting the back of my throat. “Shit, just like that baby.” He was now controlling my movements, going faster. The tears streaming down my face. He wouldn’t stop groaning, I saw as he bit his bottom lip; he was close.

With a string of curses he finally came, I made sure to take all of his cum, not missing a single drop. “You did so good, baby,” he said, patting my head. I got up and smashed my lips against his, I was sure he could take his cum from my mouth.

“Put it in pretty girl,” he said, grabbing my hips.

I sunk down, feeling my pussy stretch. “Ah, Ma-Mark fuck���” I felt intoxicated, my head somewhere else.

“You’re still so tight huh,” he said, smacking my ass cheek.

I widened my eyes at his sudden action. “Yo-You’re just so bi-“ before I could finish my sentence he pushed me down, finally getting it all in.

His hands went back to my hips and his lips to my breast. “Come on, start moving baby.” Oh and I did, I felt so full. So euphoric. Oh how I love Mark. My trance was knocked out when he bit the side of my throat.

“What are you thinking about? You got right here baby,” he said, his voice deep.

“So-Sorry.”

He smirked, thrusting even more harshly. He was going faster and faster, no mercy.

“Slow down, please Mark! I’ll cum.”

“So cum baby, we got all night.” He slipped his thumb to my clit, abusing it. “Come on now, finish for me,” he whispered in my ear.

With a few more harsh thrusts I finally came. My second orgasm of the night. My back arching and mouth open. “So good,” I mumbled, earning a slight chuckle from Mark who was also close. His thrusts were getting sloppy.

“You gonna let me come inside?”

I nodded furiously, I was on the pill either way. If this truly was the last time I’d get to take his cum then so be it.

With that he came inside me, painting my walls white. Feeling even more full than before. We collapsed on the bed, trying to catch our breaths. His arms wrapped around mine, it felt so warm, I wished time would stop here.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

He took me in his arms, going to the bathroom. By the time we left the bathroom, I had one or two more orgasms; still unable to keep our hands off each other. I fell asleep while in the bath tub, next thing I knew I woke up—it was 4am—his arms around me. Mark slept so peacefully, he was a beauty.

‘I have to leave, I have to leave now,’ I thought. So I carefully snuck out of his warm embrace and slipped my clothes back on. I walked to the bedroom door, stealing my final glance at the sleeping Mark. One tear, then two left my eyes.

“Goodbye Mark.”

-‘๑’-

That was hours ago, now the rain poured on me endlessly. Cars passed by and people with umbrellas. The world continued, but mine had stopped.

The stars on my scars have disappeared now and now those scars have become visible again.

Mark and I was a story with no beginning. Mark and I was a love story that was forbidden.

“You were never going to be mine.”

© jhdyuiee

2024.01.27

final a.n: I was scared to write for someone other than jaehyun tbh but I think it ended well! I hope u enjoy my first Mark fanfic && ill be back in the future with more!! as i previously said i have 4 works currently in my drafts so look forward to them! happiest 127 day nctzen’s ! i love u all && pls enjoy this fic - jiji 🤍

p.s- u guys know where i got my title idea from 🫢 ?!

[thehypnone]

Symbol on the Surface Chapter 16

WC: 1,4k

Relationship: SwissAlps

Tags: Transmasc Swiss, Pregnancy, Fluff, Humor

“Ugh,” Swiss groans as he wakes up. “I think our babies hate me.” “Are they kicking?” Mountain asks and tries not to sound happy about it.

Notes: Tysm to @jimothybarnes for huge help on this one. There wouldn't be anything to post today without him :3 For the same reason I apologize for low quality of this chapter.

Chapter 1 here or on AO3.

Read chapter 16 under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss is stuck. 

He was left alone for five minutes—Mountain went to only grab some food—and managed to get himself stuck. The corner of his weighted blanket fell off the edge of the bed and was pulling the entire nest down, so Swiss attempted to haul it up, but he discovered soon enough that he simply can’t pull himself up from a lying position.

The multi ghoul starts laughing hysterically, feeling like a beetle stuck on his back.

Before Mountain comes back with a look of pure confusion painted on his face, Swiss is laughing even harder. It’s a good couple minutes before he can somewhat calm down enough to breathe and explain his current predicament to his mate.

“I was–was trying to get the fucking–the blanket,” he wheezes. “And I got fucking–stuck, and then–then I was laughing and it…I pissed myself.”

“You–you pissed yourself?” Mountain repeats, stunned. He has no idea how to react. “From laughing. Because you got stuck?”

“You bet your ass I did!” Swiss bursts out laughing again and tries to speak some more through it, but it only makes him giggle more. “I’ll–I’m gonna clean up, but, Lucifer, give me a minute.”

The earth ghoul does, standing over him with two plates with food in his hands and starting to laugh under his breath, too. It is quite funny—and even more so that Swiss isn’t upset about peeing in their nest, but even more amused, instead.

When the multi ghoul can finally breathe and speak without yet another fit of maniacal laughter interrupting him, Mountain helps get him up and into the bathroom so he can clean himself up while his mate strips the bed. That’s when Swiss fully realizes that he peed their bed and starts apologizing with a deep blush dusting his cheeks.

Mountain assures him it’s nothing. He didn’t even wet the mattress because with how much freaky sex they have, there’s always a waterproof layer between it and the mattress. It comes in handy for many reasons, it appears.

Thanks to that the bed is freshly made in no time at all and Swiss’ accident is forgotten about. Well, at least until he brings it up to laugh about it again.

When the multi ghoul is about to get into the bed again, he groans, “No, I need to get out of here, I feel like I’m losing my mind, Mounty.”

“Well, the food got cold anyway,” the other shrugs, “so I guess we can move to the commons for a while and I’ll heat it back up.”

“Thank Lucifer,” Swiss sighs in relief and turns to the door. “Can you take my laptop with us? I wanted to look for some more cute clothes.”

“For you or the kits?” Mountain teases, raising an eyebrow.

“For the kits, obviously,” Swiss scoffs, then winks, “I look the cutest with no clothes at all.” 

“Okay, sexy mama, let’s get you out of here,” the earth ghoul scoffs. “I’ll get this back to the kitchen and come back for you. And your laptop.”

Swiss nods and then his mate disappears, but for barely a minute. When he’s back he puts a gentle hand on the multi ghoul’s back and leads him out of their bedroom. It’s barely a trip to the commons, but it is quite a challenge for Swiss, now. Mountain is patient, though, and lets his mate lean on him however much he needs, and doesn’t mind him panting in his ear.

When they make it to the common room, Swiss all but collapses onto the softest of the couches. Mountain waits for him to settle before joining him, but it seems not to be working too well.

“Do you need any help, my heart?” he asks.

“Nah, I just need to–” Swiss groans, “get comfy.”

“Take your time, I’ll get the food.” He does, and when he comes back with it Swiss is sitting with the laptop already open and set on his stomach as if it’s a table—he looks particularly pleased with himself about it. Mountain shakes his head before taking the device from him and replacing it with the plateful of pasta.

It disappears in no time at all and the top of Swiss’ bump gets occupied by his laptop once again. He pulls up a store selling all kinds of baby stuff—that they got gift cards to spend in for Christmas—and starts browsing.

Mountain joins him and they end up getting way too much baby clothes, but they suppose the gift cards can’t be wasted, so they don’t feel too bad about that. It’s when Swiss hits the ‘place order’ button that he lets out a huge yawn.

“Tired?” Mountain asks.

“Growing babies is nearly as exhausting as making them.” Swiss grins at the other suggestively, making him snort.

“I guess I can believe that,” he says. “You can lay back against me and take a nap, hm?”

The multi ghoul nods and leans in to give Mountain a kiss first, before leaning more into him and closing his eyes. His mate grabs a book from the coffee table and opens it to keep himself somewhat busy.

He doesn’t check the time, so he doesn’t know how many minutes pass before Swiss is snoring against his shoulder—but it’s not much. Unfortunately the nap itself doesn’t last long, either.

“Ugh,” Swiss groans as he wakes up. “I think our babies hate me.”

“Are they kicking?” Mountain asks and tries not to sound happy about it.

“Uh-huh,” the multi ghoul grabs his mate’s hand and drags it to his stomach, “Feel.”

Mountain’s jaw all but drops when he immediately feels a mighty kick against his palm. He can’t help but smile, then, because that’s his baby. Though on the  other hand, they’re hurting his mate.

“That feels like it hurts like hell,” he mutters.

“Indeed it does,” Swiss sighs, “but I’ll be fine.”

“Okay. Do you want to stay here or go back to bed?”

“Here, you can keep reading, I’ll just…sit here with you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

And so Mountain keeps reading and Swiss keeps sitting by his side—for a while. At some point the multi ghoul figures out something that keeps his kits from torturing his insides. Not much later, Mountain’s nose twitches when he smells someone approaching. Rain.

Even though the earth ghoul’s protective instincts are still making him all but feral, he’s managed to control himself properly, now—so he only wraps his tail tighter around his mate.

“Uh…hi?” Rain greets them with confusion evident on his face and in his voice. “Swiss, what are you…you good?”

“Yes. I am staring.”

“You’re…staring?”

“Yes,” Swiss grunts, “these little fuckers don’t kick when I’m starin’ them down, but the moment I look away they’re punching my guts like it’s a competition!”

Rain looks over at Mountain for guidance, he supposes, and tries not to laugh. The earth ghoul only shrugs and flips a page of his book.

“Well, uh…I wanted to ask if you wanted to help me with some music, but it seems you’re busy,” Rain says, chuckling. 

“Ugh, I’d love to,” Swiss admits, “but it’s so much moving, princess. Don’t think I can, sorry.”

“That’s okay! I’ll ask Aeon unless…if you want I can bring my stuff here? And if Mounty doesn’t mind,” Rain offers and it makes the multi ghoul’s entire face light up.

“Please,” he all but begs.

“Maybe the kits will calm down to the music, too,” Mountain adds and–

“Oh, I really fucking hope so,” Swiss groans, making the other two chuckle.

“Alright, then,” Rain says with a smile, “I’ll be right back.”

When he does come back he has his bass and Swiss’ acoustic—even though he can’t really play it—with him. Mountain keeps reading to the side of the couch as the water and multi ghouls do their thing.

And if Mountain looks over his book every few minutes and smiles to himself about how his mate is having fun, doing something he loves again, that’s his secret.

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[thetriumphantpanda]

Hi! Are you still taking prompts? You’re one of my favorite writers lately and I’m wondering if you’re still taking requests…

If so can I ask for “i’ve been thinking about you all day“ & “shh. there’s people in the other room.“ with Joel Miller. Semi-public where they do it in the bathroom with people outside. Maybe they even get caught whatever you like and make it as freaky as you want 🥵

Thank you so much! 💖

Hello Anon! Thank you so much for sending this in and for such kind words, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! 🫶🏼 This was such a perfect prompt pairing for our man Joel - I really enjoyed writing this!! I hope you do too! Hopefully it's freaky enough for you! 😘

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Word Count | 1.8k

Warnings | Kinda public sex, unprotected PiV sex (Honestly guys unless it's the end of the world, wrap it up), just Joel being a general menace really, tiny return to mirror sex (is this now a thing?). SMUTTY SMUT BELOW THE CUT.

You’d been thinking about Joel all day and judging by the way he was currently staring at you from across the room, he’d been doing the same. You’d woken up too late that morning to indulge in what was quickly becoming a morning ritual of getting each other off in bed before you went about your daily tasks. He’d tried to blame the tiredness on you, but when you’d retorted that if he’d stopped at making you come twice with his mouth, instead of insisting on three times and then the two more he’d coaxed from you whilst he was buried deep inside you, you’d have been asleep at a reasonable time. Not even Joel Miller could argue with that. 

The party was in full swing at The Tipsy Bison – It had become a weekly occurrence on a Friday evening for as many people as possible to gather in the bar and toast making it another week through the end of the world. You were leant against the bar, only half-listening to what the girls around you were talking about, eyes trained on Joel who was doing pretty much the same as you, half-listening to Tommy and the other people around him, sipping at whiskey with his eyes never leaving you or your body. 

You can tell you’re both playing a game, wanting to know which one of you is going to break first and drag the other one home. You want him to break first, it’s always you. Whilst you have his eyes on you, you lift your own glass of whiskey to your lips, pulling it away too soon on purpose, letting a drop of the amber liquid pool on your bottom lip. You stare him straight in the eye over the crowd as you drag your tongue across your lip, biting into it a little for good measure. You can see the smirk on his mouth, he knows exactly what you’re doing. 

You watch as he rests a hand on the back of the chair next to him. He bends to set his empty glass on the table and then he stands back up, hip popped in his usual stance, fingers stuck through his belt loop. He knows you love it when he stands like this, even better if it’s leant up against the doorway to your bedroom. You curse at the fact that you've lost this battle, yet again.

“Excuse me ladies.” You smile at the group around you, leaving your half-finished drink on the bar. 

You slink through the crowd before you come to a stop next to him, greeting Tommy and the rest of the men in his group with a small smile and a ‘hello’. You snake your arm around his waist, pressing the side of your body to his. To anyone else it looks innocent enough, but then they can’t see your hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans. Joel looks down at you, eye glazed dark with lust as his free arm comes to rest along your shoulders. Everyone else is deep in conversation around you, not really noticing you. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” You say quietly, just loud enough for him to catch. 

“is that so, darlin’?” He replied, southern drawl more prominent thanks to the whiskey in his system, “What were you thinkin’ about, specifically?” 

Your hand in his back pocket squeezes the meat of his ass, “Was thinking about being able to get you home, strip you down and have my way with you.” 

“That so?” His eyebrow raises, you’re always surprised by how he can act so nonchalant like this in public, even with your hands all over him, “Well darlin’, I’ve been thinkin’ about you all day too, but I don’t think we need to go all the way home to get what we want.” 

Your eyes widen at his suggestion. He wouldn’t, would he? Find somewhere here that he could fuck you? But the more you think about it, the more you realise that exactly what he would do and that’s exactly what he’s talking about. His arm drops from your shoulders, drags your hand from his jeans pocket and then he’s dragging you away from the group, not even bothering to mumble an excuse. 

It's busy enough in the bar that no-one really notices his purposeful strides through them. No-one notices when you slink by the side of the bar and down the small hallway. No-one is around to see him push you into the small bathroom and lock the door behind you. 

Your back is pressed against the wall and he’s on you in seconds once he’s sure no-one is going to burst in through the door. His hands are cupping your cheeks, it’s a softness that is completely opposite to the way his lips are moving against yours. They’re pressed to yours almost painfully, your hands are gripping the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer to you, if it were even possible. 

You open your mouth against his and all at once his tongue is in your mouth. The taste of him is overwhelming, whiskey mainly, but the telltale taste that’s just Joel. Your tongue is on his and at this point you don’t know where you end and he begins, it’s always so overwhelming. His hands drop from your face to hold your hips through the denim of your jeans. His mouth is pulling from yours and you’re whining at the loss of contact. 

“We don’t have much time, darlin’,” He muses, turning you so your front is facing the sink of the bathroom, there’s a small mirror in which you can see you both, “We gotta be quick, okay?” You nod, “And quiet.” 

You nod again, and then he’s reaching around and undoing the button of your jeans, pulling the zipper down before he’s yanking them and your underwear down to your ankles. 

“Touch yourself for me,” He demands as he moves back from you, you follow his orders and dip your fingers down to your pussy, you’re already slick, “Tell me how wet you are for me alright.” 

“Joel-” You moan as you bring the gathered slick up to rub circles on your clit, “I’m soaked for you baby.” 

“Of course you are,” you watch as he grins at you in the mirror, hearing him undo his belt, “You always are.” 

You can hear him shedding his own jeans behind you and excitement pools in your belly, he really is going to fuck you in the bathroom with people just a few feet away. You feel his hands palm the globes of your ass, before one of them dips to your pussy, testing your claim that you’re soaked for him. 

“You weren’t lyin’ were you?” He chuckles as he pushed two fingers inside of you, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth as the intrusion mixes with the pleasure of your fingers on your clit, “Shhhh. There are people in the other room, baby.” 

“It’s hard, Joel.” You whimper, referencing the need to be quiet. 

“It certainly is darlin’,” You’re watching him in the mirror as you feel his cock nudge at your weeping entrance, “All because of you.” 

“I wasn’t-” You try and talk, but he’s already sliding the tip of his cock inside you, “Ohhhh fuck Joel.”

“You like that, darlin’?” He asks once he’s fully sheathed in your tight heat, you lift your head and catch his eyes in the mirror, your mouth is hanging open as he starts moving out of you, “You look like you do.” He fucking winks at you then and you swear you almost die on the spot. 

“Oh my god Joel just fuck me already.” You’re begging now and one of his hands flies to your mouth to cover it. 

“What did I say about bein’ quiet?!” He hisses into your ear, “You gotta keep your mouth shut if I’m gonna have to stop darlin’, you understand?” Another nod from you. 

His hand doesn’t leave your mouth, but he starts a punishing pace of thrusts into you from behind. It’s your favourite position, Joel always seems to reach as deep as is humanely possible when he takes you from behind and tonight is no exception. You can feel him hitting that sweet spot inside of you, add that to the circles you haven’t ceased drawing on your clit and you’re close. So very close. 

“Joel-” You mumble against the palm of his hand, he moves it slightly so he can hear you, “I’m so fucking close.” 

He chuckles again, still thrusting his cock inside you before he speaks, “Don’t hold back on my account.” 

It’s all the permission you needed, his palm straight back over your mouth as you fall over the edge. You can feel your pussy fluttering around him as you rub yourself through the aftershocks of your orgasm and you can hear his own grunts from behind you. It’s always like this, once your tight heat is clenching around him he’s never far behind you. 

“Darlin’, you feel so fucking good like this,” He whispers into your ear, “Gonna come for you baby.” 

Another moan, yet again muffled by the skin of his palm. You groan at the emptiness you feel when he’s pulling from your pussy, you know he’s fisting his cock behind you and within seconds you can feel the warmth of his cum spreading over your backside – thick ropes of it painting your skin as he lowly groans out your name. 

There’s always a moment like this with the two of you, in the moments after you’ve both tipped yourselves into oblivion, when you’re silent save for the heaving of you both trying to catch your breath. This time it’s interrupted by someone trying the handle of the door and then loudly knocking on it. 

“Gimme a minute!” Joel calls out, moving quickly to gather some paper towels from behind him. 

He’s usually softer with this part, but he’s running the towels quickly over your skin to wipe the remnants of his spend from your skin. Then he’s roughly pulling your jeans up – you catch them halfway and finish dressing yourself whilst he does the same behind you. You’re about to reach for the lock on the door when his hand catches your wrist. 

He’s pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, letting his hand softly run through your hair, “I promise I’ll take my time with you later, darlin’,” He’s smiling before letting your wrist go, “Ladies first.” 

You silently groan as you unlock the door and pull the door open. There’s a man stood against the wall that you don’t recognize, maybe he’s knew – what an impression to make. His eyes widen in realization when he sees Joel follow you out of the bathroom with a grin on his face, “Sorry, didn’t mean to keep you waiting,” He’s grinning like the cat that got the cream, “Enjoy the rest of your night.” 

“Enjoy the rest of your night?” You’re hissing as you walk back into the main room of the bar, “You’re such a dick sometimes.” 

“What?” He’s laughing now, “I know I’ll enjoy mine, just wanted to make sure he did too.” 

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They React To Switching Bodies With Their Darling ♡

♡ The City Version ♡

♡ Honestly it isn't too abnormal when the princess declares that no one is allowed in the bedroom that week, she was often hoarding you away, especially on weeks where she only had paperwork. This wasn't a day where she only had paperwork but her advisors were too happy to be unburdened for the day to even question how it wasn't the princess themselves saying it, but the princess's lover. ♡

♡ Abigail would honestly notice something is wrong, she'd probably thinks Theanna's darling killed her but at the same time Abigail just leaves it alone because she wants to enjoy her week off. Either way you two do not have to worry about being bothered as you attempt to figure it out. No one wants to question what's happening and have the peace come to an end. ♡

♡ Luckily Ainsley is there to swap you two back otherwise you would just be stuck like this, locked in her chambers for a long time until people decide that they need her back otherwise the kingdom falls apart. ♡

♡ Once she stops panicking and crying, promising you that she didn't do this on purpose, please don't hurt her, she's going to take her time to get to know your body. Not in a gross pervert way, partially in that way, but mostly just trying to see what foods are good to your taste buds, what positions are good for your body to lay in, those things. ♡

♡ Of course she would do these things, you two are soulmate so this actually is beneficial, she wants to keep you around for a long time so she wants to know exactly what makes you tick. She can take a break from dragon killing for awhile to do this, she still has her guides on dragon hunting released for the knights so if they really need a dragon killed, they can do it themselves, how dare they interrupt her important work. ♡

♡ She also won't tell you everything she's doing, it'll be a surprise when you return to your body and she suddenly knows exactly where to kiss on your neck because you're super sensitive there. You're just relaxing by the fire with her one night and she give you a bowl of soup that is exactly suited to your taste buds. It's nice at first but after a bit it just becomes freaky. ♡

♡ It's solved so quickly, Theanna can't go long without her knight, Ainsley is sent to save you so quickly cause while Theanna will let herself goof off, there is no rest for Abigail. Next. ♡

♡ No but if she did get the chance then she'd use it to find your weak spots and which punishments affect your body the best without really hurting you, then there's the other delusional part of her that sees this as being close to her lady and therefore it's a bit romantic. ♡

♡ When she returns she almost misses being so close to you, she's so much more in love with you now, and crazier. She would have liked to have been able to have sex while your bodies were switched, not because she wants to fuck herself but it's just the ultimate form of connection since it's kind of like you've fully immersed yourself in each other. ♡

♡ Not happening. The moment she wakes up in the cave and realizes you've switched, she's taking an artifact and knocking your ass out while she solves this problem so she can't let you use this to finally leave her territory. She's just not letting it happen. As much as she would want to fully explore the possibilities, she also really needs to keep you tethered to her. ♡

♡ This did give her one small important detail though, one that she really appreciated knowing. Your body was clearly able to feel the mating bond, no matter how you resist her so she's pleased to know you, or at least your body, really do like her. ♡

♡ This has to be solved quickly before you start experimenting with her magic. She has some artifact around that could likely solve it but she can't activate the artifact without using some small portion of magic so now she has to train you to be able to use the magic to activate it, the problem is you have no control and you almost destroy the artifact when you try to activate it. ♡

♡ And that was how you two got stuck like that for a week until you learned enough control to actually turn the stupid artifact on. In that time Ainsley decides to learn more about your body. She's just curious about what kinds of powers she can activate within your body. She uses this time to get blood samples since you won't feel the pain, but she doesn't want you to know that she's taking blood samples. ♡

♡ It's not like she's really doing anything bad, you two are soulmates, so she should be allowed just a bit of your blood, she just wants to see what properties are in your blood so she can refine her immortality spell for you. ♡

[vagueposting-femnb]

I fight every damn day to keep my fuckin chill.

If it ain’t one thing, it’s another. Basically every single machine at my main job that my team needs to complete our tasks is fuckin busted. We’re still expected to do part of the stocker’s job. Stockers aren’t expected to do Jack shit, despite the fact that EVERYONE is supposed to be capable of cleaning spills, and is supposed to DO SO when there is one, wet or dry, provided it’s not hazardous. They will spill shit FEET!!! Measly 1-5 fucking FEET from a FULLY STOCKED spill station. Do they do anything? NO! Or WORSE they put CARDBOARD OVER THE SPILL!!! Fun fact! Cardboard does not TRAP liquids!!! If I tilt that shit, it all just POURS OUT!!!

And THEN!!! I ask my spouse, repeatedly, the past 3 days, to please pick up milk. And then to please grab the cheese sauce I asked for when he WAS ACTIVELY PICKING THINGS TO BUY TWO DAYS AGO!!!

Only after coming home from mopping HALF A FUCKIN SUPERSTORE!!! Showering, getting into pjs, do I check to see if there’s milk. I was even late bc I had to take a fuckin coworker home. It was about 3hr later than usual for me to be lookin for food, and I had a bad feeling which is why I waited until my spouse was awake, bc I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from asking “why” if I saw there was still no milk, and at the very least I can avoid waking him up, and sure enough!!! NADA!!!!

Then he has the fuckin audacity to be all fuckin huffy and speedy when he left despite the fact that I asked in a VERY nice tone, despite the fact that he had been saying and PROMISING for DAYS!!! That he would get the stuff!!!

And despite all that!!! Despite EVERYTHING!!!! I come home (bc I had a headache and needed food asap so I just went to get fast food, bc I suck at cooking & anything w protein or some sort of substance, or even just FILLING and vaguely healthy, requires MILK!!! Or it’s WRONG!!!) and the bedroom door was locked!!!

Did I say anything? NO. I bit my tongue, put the milkshake I was gonna offer him in the fridge, and I’m gonna sleep on the couch so he can play on his computer to his hearts content bc that heats up the itty bitty bedroom to at least 75, up to fucking 80f!!! and I can’t sleep in a room over 72 degrees but it’s also FUCKING RAINING!!! So I can’t open the god damn window for cold air!!!

The worst I do is forget to fold the laundry, but at least I do it and don’t forget shit in the washer for DAYS. Maybe the dryer but that’s even GOOD bc you can just turn it back on for like 5-10min and get the wrinkles out!

The worst fucking part is- if I fuss, I would be a hypocrite bc I do forget the laundry. He forgets to buy shit, I forget to fold the laundry. He forgets to wash dishes, I forget to put them up. He doesn’t clean up after cooking, I can’t cook so half the time he’s cooking for both of us, but since I didn’t make the mess my brain doesn’t even register it as a problem in the moment!

I can’t even work fulltime bc of my issues, but I also probably would make a subpar housespouse even if I didn’t have to work.

And it ain’t like I can afford shit on my own, can’t get a better payin job bc I make almost $20 at my current one & I don’t have a degree, let alone one in anything useful, which all $20+ jobs require at this point, OR they have freaky rotating schedules & require infinitely more skill, composure, and flexibility than I can offer (such as becoming an EMT or w/e) so! I’m stuck at this shit job, and I love this fuckin idiot, and he loves my stupid ass, so we’re stuck with each other, and it’s just!!! So fucking frustrating. Everything.

[sextoymall]

It happened on Christmas break. Marisa and I had decided to stay on campus rather than travel back home. Marisa and I had been dating for two years and while at first the sex was off the hook freaky it had settled down into to a very routine and almost mechanical sort of thing. We both still treasured our relationship so neither one of us ever said anything to the other about how our sex life had devolved into the same old same old.

I live in a frat house with a roommate Dave. He, myself, and my girlfriend were all juniors. We partied together and had a good time with each other on a regular basis. I never noticed any attraction between the two of them so I never worried. Since class was out of session during Christmas break we didn’t have anything to do. Most of our friends were off campus and home with their families. We finally found a group of folks that stayed behind. There were just 15 of us, but we decided to live it up and we all got really drunk at an off campus apartment.

My girlfriend and I decided to head back to the frat house as the evening was winding down, and we wanted to knock boots. We got back to my room and began to have sex. She sucked my cock until I came into her mouth. I ate her pussy until she came and then we fucked until I came. I don’t know if she came from the fucking or not. In other words we did the same old same old and afterwards we both fell asleep.

My roommate, Dave, is on the football team and we are best friends. He is a big guy and a very bulky he has the typical build of a football player that plays on the defensive line. I am more of a basketball player type so I am in shape and tall, but not as bulky.

As we are sleeping my roommate comes in. I wake up, but my girlfriend does not. He is drunk and I am still a little buzzed. He puts his stuff down and heads out of the room to party some more or so I thought. My girlfriend wasn’t awake or so I thought, but five minutes later she gets up and tells me she has to go the bathroom, so I roll over and try to fall back asleep.

I hear the shower running and voices coming from the bathroom which is just behind the paper thin wall my bed is up against. It is my girlfriend and my roommate. I am still buzzed and don’t get up or move I just listen.

She said, “he is passed out, now take off your pants so I can suck that huge cock of yours.”

I freeze, I can’t breathe, but I am rock hard again all of the sudden.

I hear her gagging from having his dick in her throat, it sounds like she’s struggling. A smack that must be him slapping her ass. After what seemed like an eternity I begin to hear her moaning.

She screams out, “oh fuck, I’m so wet. Fuck my pussy.”

She had always talked dirty to me, but this was a slutiest I had ever hear her. It sounded as if they were right against the wall 6 inches from me. He kept pounding away and her screams got louder and louder.

Then I heard her say, “fuck my ass. I know you do anal with other girls.”

It was true, my roommate was into anal he had told me and Marisa many times, but my girlfriend was not in to it or at least that was what she had always told me when the subject came up. I almost came right then. She was moaning and half way crying as my roommate stuck his huge cock up her ass.

He kept fucking her harder and harder in the ass. She was moaning very loudly now and I wondered how many of my frat brothers and their girlfriends could hear.

After 10 minutes had passed she said, “cum in my pussy, I’m going to squirt all over your huge cock.”

She was a squirter as she squirted often when we had sex. Her screams began to rise in pitch and volume so I knew she was close. She screamed, “do it! Cum in my pussy!”

He replied, “oh fuck you dirty whore here it comes.”

With that I heard her moan the loudest moan yet and heard him grunt. I knew what had happened.

Then I heard the bathroom door open and I quickly closed my eyes. Now my bedroom door opened and a figure stood next to me in the dark.

She climbed on top of me and shook me awake. Then she immediately sat her pussy on my face, turned around and began sucking my cock.

She said in between strokes, “thank god you are hard because I am so horny.”

I could taste my roommates fresh cum dripping from her pussy, but she never said a word. We fucked twice after that and on the second time my roommate walked in on us with a smile on his face.

Neither of them have ever said anything about it happening to me and I never asked. It is year later and we are all Seniors now and as far as I know they never hooked up again.

[katdengz]

Right! It should actually be a law, because the braids look so bad ass. Okay okay, I paid just over 700k, it's an older building, only two bedrooms, but also two bath. I did have it renovated when I got it though, and before I did that it was three little bedrooms and one bath, and everything was closed off, it had a very 60-70s vibe going. I should do the back and forth thing more often. Yeah I get you, but you don't want the creeper ghosts to bug you while you're trying to sleep, do you? And the creepy stuff doesn't just happen at night, you just have to be observant. You can totally skip out on the bear experience, because that's scarier than any ghosts? I will absolutely, because I vibed with the Gloria's whole hippo clan. Or they imagine normal house noises as anything other than house noises, er I imagine... The freaky animals make me sad, because I want to help them, even if it means they might eat me. I don't do one night stands often, but yeah, I have been in our shoes more than once with the 'why couldn't they have left in the middle of the night' feeling, but I try not to bring them into my sanctuary and just stick to a hotel or something so I don't actually get stuck fixing breakfast for someone that I don't really want there. Yes! Jesus, especially if I wake up right before I orgasm, and it's been forever. It puts me in a cranky mood, so if I grumbled at you on the cruise, or if I do in the future if we run into each other in the future, I apologize. See I've done that a few times too, but, no offence, guys are sometimes easier than girls and I can salvage moment when I've made an ass out of myself by flashing a little boob, and a goofy smile and still get a few dates out of reading too much into something. I'm just not sure I could do that, or I want to do that, in this instance. Okay, so at the next group gathering, don't mind me if I'm hanging out in the distance with some popcorn at the ready. That's dangerous, I don't know how adventurous, there are a lot of crazy randos out there.

i feel like if i'm going to have a long zz top beard, the only option is to give myself viking braids -- right? well, see, now you've got me curious on hearing what you paid, since i told you how much i paid. especially if you're living close to broadway! though i live in manhattan as well, i just live off of park avenue. i'll admit that i like the steady back and forth between new york and la -- it feels like i never get bored that way, you know? oh okay, so none of the scary ghosts were upstairs in your room, that makes sense and i can for sure bring some dolls. and while i want to experience the scary ghosts as well, i like the idea of playing dolls with something a little more on the friendly side. and gosh, i can't believe i'm doing all this just to get to see a bear that isn't coked out. but french fries, got it! you better take a video of it while you're playing moto moto as well, that song always makes me laugh whenever i watch that film. oh, i fall asleep to that stuff all the time and it never bothers me. but i know a few people that can't watch because they get paranoid and they think they're hearing noises in the house, or think they're being haunted all of a sudden as well. but now if i fell asleep watching anything about freaky animals, i'd have nightmares the whole night! you're not wrong about that, i do know all my spots better than anyone else, and it is rather nice when you're only fixing breakfast for yourself the morning after. i always hate morning afters, especially when it's hookups and you kind of want to just shove them out of your house. or you're thinking "why couldn't they have left in the middle of the night", unless i'm the only one that does that. you're right, sometimes dreams about fantastic sex does feel a little uncalled for, especially if you're having a dry spell, right? hey, that's just not a woman thing, i've thought hints were hints and then they weren't and i made an ass out of myself because of it. not that i think you're doing the same thing! you're right, sometimes awkwardness can be fun -- and i'd probably tell them all about it when i'm drunk because i can't shut up then. and i'l plenty adventurous, that's why i go to a bar and hook up with randos.

[imagineurfavs]

SF9: Dating Juho

"Heyy I've seen your other dating headcannons for sf9 and I was wondering if you could do a dating Zuho headcannon, thank you! Also I love your work!!"

(A/N: idk how long this ask has been here but sorry for taking forever lol...also sry if this is mad long lmao juho just makes me soft)

NSFW? suggestive? stuff is under the cut lol

I feel like yall would have been friends for a looooong long time prior to actually dating officially

like yall would just be hanging out one day then he'll just like...stop and look at you

suddenly he's seeing you in a different way than he ever has before

suddenly your laughs are like music to him, every word you say to him is poetry, and he just can't get your face out of his mind

you'd notice him being a lot more shy around you than before

a lot more conscious of how long he hugs you for

how close he sits next to you

and how late into the night he talks with you on the phone

itd probably get to the point where you'd have to confront him about why he's been acting so weird

like "Juho..have I done something to upset you? Why are you being so flaky?"

and he's just be like "no...not at all y/n..."

I feel like he's not the greatest at expressing his emotions outwardly so itd take him a while to fully open up

but when he finally does...most heartfelt confession in the world tbh

things move pretty slowly in the relationship at first

he doesn't wanna overstep any boundaries so most of your firsts together would fall onto you to initiate

but once he's over that nervousness, he's way more cuddly and touchy than you'd ever think

if there's people around he'll keep the physical contact to a cute minimum lol

like he'll pull your head to rest on his shoulders or have you perched on his lap with his head resting on your shoulder

but if yall are alone, there's nothing he loves more than you both putting ur sweats on and just becoming one big cuddly pile of limbs and blankets

he uses times like this to really de-stress and recuperate when he's having a tough time

you're just his safe place ☹☹☹

he loves falling asleep just totally wrapped up in eachother

which is v sweet, but it means you have to deal with his snoring with no means of escape bc you're pretty much stuck underneath him lmao

but at least you do get to hear his deep ass groggy morning voice, might make up for the snoring idk

He'll try and cook breakfast every now and then but it never goes well so, it'll either end up being just cereal for breakfast, or going out somewhere for a bite to eat lol

loves going but to eat together, but not in like a super formal fancy way

just like a throw any old clothes on and find a diner downtown kinda way

loves to take you anywhere with a nice view

he likes sitting on a riverbank, staring at the fish in the water

or laying on the roof of his car at night, looking at the stars

anywhere where yall can kinda zone out, be in eachothers arms, and talk about nothing and everything all at once

speaking of his car lol

really likes getting freaky in the car lol

only at night though, and in the middle of nowhere so he's sure yall won't get caught

he likes the kinda forced closeness that car sex brings lol, like you have no choice but to be only millimetres apart

he's a lot more intimate in the bedroom then I think anyone would have guessed at first glance lol

very much into body worship, both giving and receiving, he just wants you to know that he thinks you're the most stunning creature to ever grace this planet

he only ever wants to make you feel as good as you make him

eating you out has become one if his favourite pastimes lol

he really loves to spoil you in the bedroom tbh, like, he gets off on getting you off lol

lives for praise too, he loves to be told exactly how good he is, how no one can make you feel how he does

he just totally adores you and wants to show you exactly how much you mean to him

there are times when he wants to be adored also though lol, sometimes he just needs that little bit of extra reassurance that you're totally smitten with him lol

he's a bit of a secret hopeless romantic tbh

he'd never show it outwardly but, you really do own his entire heart and soul lol

♡

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

erotica, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Your roommate, Min Yoongi, catches you masturbating. You catch him masturbating. Well then, dear reader... This should be interesting, shouldn’t it?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, smut (fem reader, f and m-masturbation, cum eating); non-idol!AU; switches between Yoongi’s POV and your POV

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Being in the music industry was rough. It meant long nights struggling for inspiration, fervent mania when it did hit, and crippling anxiety when it was being evaluated. But being a music producer was all Min Yoongi ever wanted.

He had given up a lot to chase his dreams, moving to the big city alone, friendless, trying to find his way, living meal by meal. He needed a roommate, but finding a trustworthy one was difficult. Friend of a friend of a friend and he finally found someone who seemed alright. A young woman in the middle of grad school, who was looking for a place to stay. At first Yoongi thought it would be weird to room with a girl, but one conversation and he realized it would be a good match. Her first question was if he was going to have guests over often. Of course not, Yoongi had music to work on. Her second question was if he was clean, because she couldn’t stand a dirty living situation.

In short, he now had a quiet, paying roommate who kept to herself, holed up in her room all day studying or rushing to class.

Yoongi worked for a small entertainment company, but he also had a home studio because he couldn’t afford to rent a space. This was enough for now. He asked if she was fine with a little noise and she responded by holding up her over-the-ear headphones.

But Min Yoongi had a secret.

Nothing that incriminating. Nothing like drugs or a gambling problem or a recurring STD or something like that. It was in innocent secret, a very small one.

Min Yoongi liked to read erotica blogs.

Now, Yoongi could watch porn. He could go through all the hoops and find some to jack off to. That wasn’t why he preferred to read smut stories online. He just liked to use his own imagination. He liked closing his eyes and painting the scene, but he wasn’t creative enough to dream up all the freaky scenarios he could read online. Some people had some… big brain energy. Some wrinkly brains. He was pretty sure all his gray matter was used on music, so why not let someone else craft the story for him? It took the work out the equation and he could get off. Win-win.

Also, it was much easier to hide it in public. All people would see is him scrolling on his phone, the same thing everyone else did.

Yoongi had his favorites he went back to. They were updated often. Every week there was something new. He checked at least once a week, since that was his usual routine his body wanted. And it was fine. No one knew. He could do it whenever he wanted and relatively quickly. So, all in all, not that bad of a secret, really.

It was six in the morning and Yoongi was scrolling on his phone, mildly horny. Oh! One of his favorite blogs had updated late in the night. Nice. He chewed on his lower lip, reading the summary.

There was a knock on his door.

He nearly dropped his phone. The door was locked, thankfully.

“Yoongi-ssi?” He heard his roommate yawn sleepily. “Did you drink the last of the milk?”

He screwed up his face to think. “Maybe? I’ll buy some the next time I’m at the store.”

He heard the sounds of teeth being brushed and a muffled, “Nah, I’ll place a delivery order right now. I need stuff.”

And that was that. He heard her wander off.

Okay, a very, very, very small part of him did kind of want to get caught. Not embarrassingly or shamefully caught. Just… maybe if it ended in something kind of sexy. Like the stories.

That was would fun.

Yoongi went back to his phone.

-

You cracked your neck in the mirror, yawning again as you brushed your teeth. You rubbed your eyes, inspecting your dark circles. Ugh. Maybe a little concealer today couldn’t hurt.

You had stayed up late again, writing.

You hadn’t meant to. It happened every once in a while, when the scene played out in your head and you needed to write it down immediately. When inspiration struck, you couldn’t let it run away from you. Sometimes the best things come in short bursts of energy.

At least you didn’t have class today. You were caught up on your classes, so you could spend today writing for your blog. What you posted last night was written several days ago. You had a slight backlog so that you could review things multiple times before posting. Even if it was something as meaningless as smut posted on the internet, you took that shit seriously. This was your outlet and you wanted to personally like everything you posted.

If what you wrote didn’t make you horny, it wasn’t going to make anyone else horny either.

You spat and rinsed out your mouth.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, your tired eyes looking back to you. Maybe you needed some socialization. Real socialization, not you eventually venturing outside because you needed to get laid for… research purposes. You chuckled. Well, you weren’t going to get that here. All your male roommate ever did was work on his music or eat. Which was alright; people were allowed to do what makes them happy. And besides, it was better that way, because you did actually need to study and eventually write your thesis. Less distraction at home was always better.

You turned off the lights in the bathroom and stepped out.

A strange noise came from Min Yoongi’s door.

You blinked, staring at the door several feet away from you. Then you shrugged. He probably just tripped. He was kind of clumsy sometimes, knocking shit over with his fat ass. Well, not really, but it was funny to think of it that way.

You went back to your room.

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Oh fuck.

Yoongi stared at his door, clutching the toilet paper roll he hid in his nightstand. He was usually quite skilled at keeping quiet, but he accidentally moaned a little too loud. His hands were still sticky. He waited.

Her bedroom door down the hall closed and he sighed with relief.

-

When you got back to your room, you made the online grocery order. You needed pads anyway. Then you checked your blog. At this point, you had some familiar usernames you watched for. People rarely commented. Maybe their hands were busy or something. You could forgive. Besides, there were likes and that was enough. To be honest, you never expected anyone to actually do more than read. It felt kind of nice, knowing someone out there was willing to take one second to press one button to let you know.

It made you grateful, even if it was a small thing.

Your eye paused at one particular username. You only noticed it because it was gendered.

daeguboy0613.

Huh.

For the life of you, you couldn’t understand why someone would put their location and gender in their username. Maybe it was a reference to their favorite singer or something. Probably. You shrugged it off and flopped on your bed.

You fell asleep.

Big surprise since you had posted at four in the morning and only gotten up to brush your teeth because your mouth was too disgusting to exist. Ah well. Sleep was good.

-

You woke up, super groggy. You stared out the window, seeing that it was already dark. With a sigh, you looked into the tiny mirror beside your bed. Yikes. A master yikes even.  You climbed your hair with your fingers and got out of bed, your purple pajamas rumpled and crazy. Maybe a shower would do you good. Or a bath. Oh! That sounded nice.

You looked around for your slippers. You found one. Ack, so annoying. You weren’t a messy person, but when you were preoccupied with something, you forgot everything else. You straightened your room and found the other slipper. It was in your blankets, oof.

You opened your door and realized you forgot clean underwear. You stuck your head out, looking around. Faint bass was coming from Yoongi’s room. He’d be there for a while. Eh. You still had your violet pajamas, with long sleeves and long pants. Fully covered. He wasn’t going to know in the two seconds it would take you to get to your room. A good shake of the fleece fabric and the wrinkles would fall out. You’d look way less crazy after a good bath.

You hummed to yourself as you made your way to the bathroom.

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Yoongi rubbed his neck, frowning.

It wasn’t coming out the way he wanted. The sound just wasn’t right. He leaned back in his chair, furrowing his brow. Maybe he needed to move on for now. Leave it and work on something else. He spun around in his chair, lazing about. He hadn’t heard his roommate make much noise all day. Was she dead? Yoongi heard the water running in the bathroom. Oh. She was taking a shower.

He thought about her for a moment. She was generally calm person, quiet and reserved. The only time he had ever seen her panic was when she was late to class, which wasn’t often. Other than that, she was kind of boring. It was like the only thing she thought about was school. She was pretty in a casual sort of way. Yoongi rarely saw her dressed up, but the few times she left at night, she always looked very nice in a short black dress and black heels. Probably a recurring outfit she used at every outing. He could respect that. Being strapped for cash meant a lot of repeating outfits.

Anyway, they didn’t interact much at all. They had their respective things to do, so they co-existed in a mutualistic, symbiotic relationship. It was nice not having to be distracted by a bad roommate, so for that he was grateful.

-

You pushed back the shower curtain, dripping water.

That was nice. You waited as the bathwater drained. Your hair was wet, kind of by accident, but whatever, you needed to wash your hair anyway. Your brushed water off your body absentmindedly, poking your nipples. They were hard from the cold air.

Hm.

The water gurgled as you rubbed them slowly, sighing softly. That was nice. When was the last time you masturbated? You couldn’t remember. You looked at the bathroom door. It wasn’t locked, but what was Yoongi going to do? Open the door on you? Yeah, right. You pinched and pulled your nipples, sucking in a breath. It was nice to touch yourself, to cup your breasts and press them together, grazing your nails over the hardened nubs, imagining someone else’s hands touching you, wanting you.

You slid against the wall, moaning quietly as you played with your breasts, water beading on your skin. One of your hands slid down between your legs and slid around your folds. The wetness of your pussy was different from water, thicker, more viscous. Your eyes closed as you stroked your clit, slow and gentle and pretty. Imagining a tongue there, licking you softly, giving you just the right amount of pressure to build your arousal. No rushing, letting it last.

You ended up sliding to your knees, spreading your thighs wide to give your hand space. Your other hand played with your nipples leisurely, pinching and pulling, making your heart jump. You were quiet, barely making any noise.

Drip.

Your eyes opened hazily. They shifted slowly to the faucet. It was dripping water. Slow, fat plops hitting the bathtub.

Drip.

You pressed harder on your clit, rubbing roughly.

Drip.

Your eyes shifted to the silver faucet again. It was right there, after all.

Fuck it.

You turned the water on again, setting it to a nice temperature. You waited impatiently, touching the water. It heated up quickly. You bit your lower lip, and then raised the temperature a tad. It torrented down and, for a split second, you thought you weren’t going to do it.

Then you adjusted your hips and planted your ass on bottom of the bathtub and slid down to the water.

Instant, unyielding. You shivered, the blasting water jet-streaming right into your pussy. Holy fuck. You slid down a little more and moaned, hoping the water masked your sound as the high-pressure water smacked your clit, lowering to your elbows to get a better angle. Heart beating fast, legs folded flat against the edge of the tub, leaning your head back, tits straight up. It was a difficult position to keep, but a rewarding one, because the water was getting you off fast, gentle enough that you weren’t in pain but hard enough that you could really feel it radiate all over you, the heat adding to the pleasure.

So close, so close…

You closed your eyes, thighs burning, core tightening as your entire body began to throb. A slow hiss escaped your lips as you felt your orgasm unfurl and hit you, wave after wave of delicious pleasure swimming through you, spreading to every point of your body.

“Are you drowning or wasting water, the fuck is–”

Min Yoongi’s voice was trying to cut through your reverie but it was impossible because you were too far gone now, legs collapsing inward, body falling flat against the tub. The door was open and he was staring at you, eyes so wide they looked like dinner plates. Water flowed over your hot body, blanketing you. Slowly, slowly, you came down, like an addict losing their high. His mouth was slightly open, kitten-like. His white t-shirt stuck to his chest and black track pants far too oversized for his slim legs.

You might have been ashamed if you were younger, but you were older now. If he couldn’t handle you getting off every once in a while, then he was the one who needed help.

You reached up and turned the water off, panting. You quirked an eyebrow at him.

“If you’re so worried about it, I’ll pay the whole water bill this month,” you gasped, chest heaving as you glared back at him.

Yoongi sputtered back to life.

“N-no, that’s fine.”

And then he slammed the door.

You sighed, frowning. Now things were going to get weird.

-

Holy shit.

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

He just witnessed his roommate masturbating with the goddamn water faucet.

Yoongi scrambled into his room and onto his bed, red in the face. He hadn’t meant to. He thought something weird was going on when he heard all the water. And, oh fuck, something was, but not the something he thought. His mind replayed the image for him, her legs spread, her breasts glistening with water, nipples hard and out, head tipped back and mouth open, tongue peeking out.

He was still hard.

His heart was thumping in his ribcage. Yoongi grabbed his phone and flipped through his liked posts. He had to get off. Now. Anything else could wait.

He slid in, hard, rough, gasping at her pretty lips opened and her eyes closed in bliss, enjoying his cock, just his, enjoying the way he felt, enjoying his hips slapping into hers and his cock twitching inside her.

Impatiently, he reached down and fished his dick out of his pants, sliding to his back and pushing his track pants down. Oh fuck, sweet relief. Yoongi stroked himself, reading, imagining her wet body, her slick hair, those fucking delicious breasts right in front of his face. Had Yoongi ever fantasized about his roommate before? Hell no, he wasn’t a damn pervert. But he was doing it now, because, fuck, how could he not? How could he not want to fuck her, press himself against her, hearing that soft moan against his ear, her wet body and smooth skin on his?

Yoongi dropped his phone, pushing his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes. Yes, he’d jacked off in the morning, but it was already late and he was so fucking horny it didn’t take very long for him to bite the inside of his cheek, trying to muffle his noise, trying to silence himself as the familiar wind-up came. He cracked his eyes open. His door was slightly ajar. Had he left it like that? Whatever, she was probably too embarrassed to come over here anyway.

Yoongi shut his eyes again, a soft cry leaving his lips as he chased his orgasm.

Then he felt it. A presence to his left. But he was so close, so close, so close, he couldn’t stop. His hand moved at a feverish pace, spreading the pre-cum over his length, adding to the pleasure. He felt lips on his cheek, her soft breathy moans against his skin. Was he imagining it? Then her lips on his, softly licking his tongue, so sensual and sexy that he was losing it, moaning into her mouth. He felt her hot breath glide into his and he groaned, too loud this time, feeling his cock twitch and spurt his cum everywhere, sliding down his hand, his wrist, onto his pants and shirt.

Yoongi panted, opening his eyes.

His roommate moved away from his face. Eyes dark in the low light of his room, pupils blown wide with lust. Her hair was still damp, slicked against her purple pajama shirt. He didn’t know what to do. Hos hand was a mess, covered in his cum. She leaned forward, tongue sliding out.

“Um…”

His thought was cut off as her warm tongue ran over his knuckles, scooping up his cum and eating it off his hand. His eyes went wide as she licked all around his hand, his fingers, dipping her tongue into the crevices. Yoongi could barely process what was happening right now. Was his nerdy, school-obsessed roommate licking his cum off his hand after he just masturbated? After he just witnessed her masturbating? Her mouth enveloped the head and part of his hand and Yoongi moaned, feeling her tongue press against the tip and tease the sensitive opening, licking it all clean.

After a sufficient amount, she removed her mouth and backed off. Yoongi blinked blearily, slowly detaching his hand from his limp cock. He didn’t know what to say. Or do, really. Her eyes were on his phone, screen still lit up. Then she shifted her eyes to his raised hand. Gently, she took him by the wrist and brought his hand to her face, placing his fingers in her mouth, sucking on them.

Yoongi was speechless.

Her tongue slipped between each finger, prodding around his joints, slurping slightly. She was still looking at his phone, eyes pensive. Yoongi wished his cock would wake up, but it wasn’t meant to be.

“I…”

Her eyes went to his, his fingers still in her mouth. Shit. His brain tried to process the thought, trying not to fixate on her pink tongue moving amongst his fingers.

“I can’t fuck you…” he mumbled, swallowing. “I already came twice today.”

She nodded. Slowly, she pulled his fingers out of her mouth, joint by joint. His body jerked at the movement, aroused but unable to get hard. Strings of saliva snapped as she removed her mouth from his hand. She turned it around and licked his palm lightly, making him shiver.

“You like my blog?” she finally said.

He blinked.

“What?”

She pointed to his phone. “That’s my blog.”

Yoongi’s eyes went wide. He stared at his phone and then at her. Then back at the phone. Then back at her. What? She cocked an eyebrow, smiling at him.

“So, you’re daeguboy0613, huh?”

He blinked rapidly. “I… what… ah…?”

“Guess that makes sense when you like my posts at two in the morning and such.”

She climbed on the bed – where were her pajama pants? Her panties? – and laid down next to him.

“You don’t seem like the type to read erotica,” she said absentmindedly. “I thought only girls read erotica.”

Yoongi stared at the ceiling. “Obviously not, since I’m a guy.”

She nodded. “You’re right. I shouldn’t stereotype like that.”

Silence.

“We can always do more in the morning, Yoongi-ssi.”

Two things happened that day. One, Yoongi’s secret was exposed. And two, the source of Yoongi’s secret passed out in bed next to him, head on his shoulder.

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[munsonology]

Thus happened mid fall.. So me and my best friend live together. Usually if we are gonna have someone over, we tell the other and make ourselves scarce. Jokes on me and her cause I was gone on a hiking trip and came back a day early due to weather coming in. Didnt tell her cause my dumbass was like "oh she's working all weekend anyways". I come home to the door unlocked.

My true crime ass was like oh my god a break in. Because two young females living alone??? We always keep our door LOCKED. I hear a noise. Its muffled and I hear a thud from her bedroom. I creep my way there, pulling out my knife I take hiking. I hear her voice and I know when my friend has been crying and heard her repeatedly saying please. Im sweating, my friend is dying!! I threw her door open and had my knife raised, and the door slammed into the wall.

Well. She was not dying. She was handcuffed to the bed and her and her brother were getting freaky. Scared both of them and myself and all I could say was "oh...continue" and grabbed the door and slowly closed it.

I just had to tell someone cause its the most embarrassing thing ever for me lmao

Omg!!! 😭😭 wait I think your auto correct switched bf/boyfriend to brother 😭 but thank you for sharing 🤭 I could never look them in the eye again!!!

I’ve had so many embarrassing moments I can’t think of one specifically rn BUT one time I was at my auntie’s house and she couldn’t change the channel to game show network and she switched over to one demand and this w/w/w porn was playing and they were doing EVERYTHING and my auntie was like wtf i didn’t buy this then she found out her brother was buying porn on through her dvr 😭😭 and the remote got stuck and we were just sitting there watching these women FUCK

And another time me and mom were up late because we’re night owls and this alien movie was coming on Cinemax and turns out it was porn 😭 didn’t know until they started FUCKIN

[rebeccccccaaa]

ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʙɪɴ

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Would you please do a part 2 of the Wakanda Bucky imagine „down by the lake“ where he has his new arm ? ❤️ 

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: smut 18+ (rough sex? Idk man lmao)

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: idk why but i don’t really like the way i wrote the smut idk but i was taking too long to write so you be the judge ig *sad face and cries* also i know his place in the movie is like a hut but i just made into a small cabin i didn’t think it was a big deal

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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

“Stop,” you smirked.

“What?” Bucky chuckled.

“You’re staring and it’s distracting.”

Bucky was in the lab with you as you put the finishing touches on his new arm. He had a chip, as freaky as that sounds, placed on the sensory cortex of the brain so that he can register feeling through the vibranium that you and Shuri co-created.

Bucky sat beside you waiting for the initial placement of his arm and just stared at you admiring the way your face scrunched adorably because you were insanely focused. It's been a few weeks since the day you first spent the night in Bucky’s arms; or arm really.

Since then especially he’s been so ridiculously cuddly and touchy. He’s always pulling you close to kiss you or whisper something not so appropriate in your ear that always made you giggle and roll your eyes; but not without turning hot and flushed.  

He always looked at you with nothing but pure adoration and desire and it gave you butterflies everytime. His lingering touches on your arm made your skin burst into chills and when you looked away you could still feel his eyes lingering on your figure and that sent shivers down your spine. 

“I can’t help it, you’re beautiful,” he said cheekily.

“Get a room, you two. Gross,” Shuri shouted across the room making you and Bucky laugh. 

“I think we’re finished,” you smiled.

“Really?” he asked excitedly.

“Shuri, come!”

In no time, you and Shuri successfully attached Bucky’s brand new arm, black vibranium with gold lining; it was very sleek and cool and Bucky looked at it in awe. He moved his fingers around and closed his hands into a fist. He looked at every detail his arm had and he was just in complete shock. 

“I can feel the breeze,” he whispered.

You smiled and grabbed his new metal hand and intertwined your fingers with them. His eyes widened and he squeezed your hand harder. His hand was cold against your but Bucky felt the warmth from just the palm of your hand. He couldn’t think about what the rest of your body would feel like.

He hugged you and Shuri tightly before turning to you with a giant smile on his face. 

“Meet in the cabin?” he whispered.

“Of course.”

Hours later and you found yourself heading down the hill to the lake where Bucky’s cabin was. The cabin that you two spent so many nights together already; and you wouldn’t want it any other way. He was in the water making small waves with his metal hand and you smiled. You were so proud of him and yourself for this project that’s the start of changing his life for the better.

“I can feel the water,” he said sensing your presence behind him. 

“I don’t think I need to ask if you like your new arm,” you giggled as did he.

“Come in, water’s warm.”

“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

“So?” he smirked.

You bit your lip and looked around knowing there wouldn’t anyone near but you still made sure. You took your shirt and pants off leaving you in your bra and panties and quickly ran to the lake before slipping in to let the warm water come to your waist. 

You wadded through the water coming up to Bucky who smiled and wrapped his arms around you pressing light kisses to your shoulder. Your hands came up, his arm passed his shoulders to his hair still long and wavy; those strands you loved to pull on when his head was settled between your thighs.

“Thank you, darling,” he whispered into your ear. 

“Of course, you deserve it,” you smiled at him.

“I think I have a promise that I need to uphold,” he nibbled on your ear seductively.

“Oh yeah? Care to refresh my mind?” you smirked.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you so good, baby girl,” he growled before dragging you out of the lake by your hand. You two ran to the cabin giggling, once you stepped inside Bucky’s metal hand wrapped itself around your throat and pulled you close to him.

“I want you on the bed on your knees naked waiting for me. I’ll be right there,” he whispered making you grow wet in anticipation, your stomach fluttering at the tone of his words. 

You scurried away to his bedroom getting rid of the wet garments that stuck to your skin uncomfortably. Your body grew cold from being wet but the heat in your belly grew and the cold air around you didn’t matter anymore. You crawled to the center of the large bed and waited patiently for Bucky to walk through the door. You trembled with eagerness, excited and aroused for him to come and completely ruin you. 

“Ready, babygirl?”

You nodded shyly.

“Words,” he demanded.

“Yes, sir,” Bucky smirked devilishly at your obedience.

He was already shirtless and stalked towards you, crawling on the bed like an animal. You bit your lip nervously but Bucky pulled it from between your teeth and traced it with his metal thumb. He could feel the ridges of your lip and he could get over it. He knew what they felt like, he touched them a thousand times by now but he seemed hyper aware of everything he touched with his left hand. He hadn’t felt anything in that arm since nineteen forty-five. 

He leaned down and kissed you softly, taking you by surprise; you were ready to get railed into the mattress but Bucky was kissing you like a shy teenage boy again.

Needily, you dipped your fingers in the waistband of his wet pants he still had on but Bucky didn’t want you in control. Weeks ago he made a promise and boy was going to keep it. He wrapped his hand around your throat again harder this time and moved you away from him; you stared with wide eyes, your breathing quickened.

“Did I give you permission to touch me?” he whispered.

You shook your head as best you could given his hand around your throat. When you did so he gave that look warning you to use your words.

“No, sir,” you whimpered.

“Good girl,” he moved back looking into your eyes as he took his pants off. You wanted to touch yourself so bad but you didn’t dare without his permission. You felt flustered and hot and the arousal dripping from you wasn’t helping. 

“Come here,” Bucky stood at the edge of the bed with his erect cock in hand, slowly pumping it. You excitedly crawled forward replacing his hand with yours. You leaned forward arching your back and wrapped your lips around his cock. 

Bucky rubbed your back softly biting his lips as you circled your tongue around his tip. Your hand continued to pump what couldn’t fit in your mouth because lord knows Bucky packs a lot. Tears brimmed your eyes as you suck on his dick. 

Bucky tossed your hair and gathered it into his hand into a ponytail. You looked up at him through your lashes and Bucy almost came from the sight alone. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and played with his balls before pumping up and down what your mouth couldn’t take. 

“Fuck, baby. Sucking my cock like a fucking slut.” 

All you could do was simply moan around his cock. You moved your hand faster desperate to make him cum but Bucky pulled you hard by your hair pulling you off his cock.

“I wanna cum inside you babygirl,” he breathed out. 

“Turn around,” he said with a stern voice; you giggled and turned around compliantly, subtly wiggling your ass to tease him. 

Bucky rubbed his hands on your cheeks softly before bringing a hand up and striking it down to smack your ass hard. You yelped in surprise but the pain turned to pleasure and the tingles made you wetter. You bit your lip and your breathing quickened as you anticipated more spanks. 

“You liked that, didn’t you. Such a fucking whore; like getting spanked like a bad girl,” Bucky growled. 

“I’m your bad girl,” you smirked.

“Really? Does someone need to be punished?” he smiled playing into your little charade. 

“M-hm,” you practically moaned.

Bucky smack your cheek again leaving a bright red mark on your soft skin. He pumped himself a couple times just spreading his pre-cum round his shaft, not that he needed the extra lubrication; you were practically dripping down your thighs, legs damn near shaking with need and desperation.

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he leaned down to whisper.

Your body trembled under him and upon feeling the tip of his cock nudge your entrance you squirmed around desperate for more. He chuckled lowly standing back up before sliding slowly passed your slick folds. 

You groaned at the incredible feeling of him completely filling you up. Never in your life have you ever felt so full, so right. His hips started moving faster and your arms gave out as you fell forward. Bucky’s hand rubbed up your back grabbing your hair one again.

He pulled it harshly and brought your body up flush against his. His lips brushed your ear as he spoke smoothly, whispering filthy things in your ear bringing you closer to your release. His metal hand came up to your throat and squeezed ever so slightly. Your eyes rolled back and Bucky chuckled wickedly. 

“Fuck, you feel so- ugh! So good,” you wailed.

“You gonna come? I can feel ya clenching around me; feel fucking incredible,” he moaned.

“Yes, please let me come; fuck!”

“Wait for me, baby. Don’t you dare come until I say so.”

Bucky pushed you down once again and his hips snapped into you even harder if that was possible and your entire upper body fell into the sheets. Your moans and whimpers were muffled and you gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white.

He smacked your ass again rubbing your reddened skin softly. The slight stinging felt so good and you wiggled your hips in hopes he would do it again. When he did so, your body jerked in pleasure moaning loudly. You felt impossibly close to your release and you didn’t know if you’d hold on any longer.

“Bucky!” you whined.

“Please I need to come, fuck! I can’t hold it anymore!”

“Come on; let go, darling. Come all over my cock, make a mess baby,” he grumbled.

His hips stuttered signaling he was quite close to his high as were you. Your moans became high pitched and whiny and with pure adrenaline you lifted your torso up with your arms peeking behind you to find Buck panting hard. His head was thrown back and his eyes were screwed shut. Sweat lined his forehead and chest leaving him with a glowy sheen that made him look ethereal. 

You dropped your head down with tightly shut eyes just like Buck’s were and finally you felt that coil in the pit of your stomach snap. You came hard against him rutting your hips back making his cock reach impossibly deep inside you. Your back arched and your toes curled. Bucky grunted loudly above you squeezing the flesh of your cheeks in his hand surely to leave marks and bruises littered for you to marvel tomorrow morning. 

Bucky fell forward and littered faint kisses across your back and neck. You panted hard under him and Bucky soon got up to clean you off. Your body felt limp simply laying on the bed and when Bucky returned he chuckled at the state you were in.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you mumbled; the burning sensation between your thighs becoming apparent.

“You ok?” he asked sincerely when you winced trying to move.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, “I think I’m ok.”

“Good, can’t have my best girl falling apart on me now. Not when she just gave the greatest gift of  a new arm. Think of all the ways I have yet to do with this arm,” he whispered huskily making you giggle. He pulled close to him after crawling back onto the bed with you.

“I like that,” you smiled.

“The arm?”

“No, well yes of course, I made it,” you chuckled.

“I’m talking about you calling your best girl. Am I really?” you asked shyly.

“Of course you are,” he kissed your forehead.

“You make me the happiest man alive,” he whispered.

“Bucky,” you teared up.

“Get some rest, baby. You’re gonna need it,” he winked at you; you pressed kisses to his neck and jaw closing your eyes tiredly before Bucky turned you and cuddled you close from behind.

“I’m nowhere near done with you,” he gently wrapped his metal hand around your neck; a reminder that he was there behind you and he wasn’t gonna leave you.

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Freak (One Shot)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: your writer being a dick about the otp

Word Count: this is the first time that I had to remind a therapist about a session. Usually it was me who would forget about sessions or even booking sessions. But that was also because I was scared. Now I know that in order to get better I need to make a few changes with my way of thinking. Bonus? I did not cry during this PMS cycle.

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"...in summary, you touch any of my playthings, you will have to deal with the consequences." Kruge wants to pierce those eyeballs out but he has to stop himself in case he is taken a prisoner for harming the new king of Jotunheim on the very first night. "Understood, your grace," Helbindi gives a little bow and waits for Loki to open the door to his chamber before he lets his fangs out in pure animosity for the God.

Loki makes sure to close the door behind him before he closes his eyes and rests his head on the silver frame with a thud. At least he won't have to keep up the facade of being composed all the time in this room. Did I make the right decision? His thoughts are running at a speed that would be considered normal for Pietro. This is the last place Aellae would invade. He inhales a lungful, his mind addressing a hint of lilac in the cold air. That is if she hadn't already done that. And all the fingers are pointing at Helbindi. I am sure Helbindi has something to d-wait...Lilac?

Those computing brows are suddenly furrowing in curiosity while those eyes open to dart around the room in question. At the other end of this immaculate and massive bedroom, you walk out from the direction of the bath, your wet hair a beautiful mess, your skin glowing in the faint light reflecting off the shining frost, your dark blue pyjama shorts showing off those legs that seemed to have toned a little, thanks to the workout this deadly trip has provided. Out of nowhere, winds are blowing into the bedroom from the balcony to bring Loki more of that lilac scent you are covered in right now. Those teasing soft punches of air are doing their best to tickle your exposed skin while teasing the God with a little bit of peek of some more. He does not realise it but Loki's eyes are stuck on you, his throat trying to gulp down whatever is frozen in there, just not ready to digest the poetry unfolding in front of him. Normally he would have scolded you for putting your used towel on that chair, but right now all his brain can comprehend is you raising your leg on his bed to apply some lotion on it. Your head turns in his direction and he is suddenly finding himself running into the sole vase on his right side. He is Loki- the God of mischief- so, of course, it does not take much time to bring that vibrating vase to a standstill. But he still keeps holding for another moment or two, for the fear that it might move again. Any third person witnessing this can tell it is not exactly the vase he is trying to still. "This painting is nice," he murmurs to himself while looking at a pictureless frame decorating the wall to his side, pointing to it and pretending to appreciate it. His hands, though, cannot seem to find a comfortable position. "You're back?" you ask him, still working on your leg. "Hmm?" He pretends to notice you for the first time, still not ready to lock his eyes with you, instead, playing with his fingers. "Oh, yes. Just...had to give a couple of instruction to the...uhh...boys." "I don't like that Helbindi guy-" you screw your nose and Loki seems to lose a couple of ounces of air- "he gives off bad vibes." "Yeah, yeah he does," he agrees with you, walking slowly and calculatingly towards the bedroom part of the room. Your leg switches. "I'm glad that you have the majority though. That too considering you have been away for a looooong time." You raise your head and he busies himself in the ferns kept at the entrance of the bed-chamber before asking himself what his idiotic ass was trying to do. Finally finding the strength, he looks back up at you and nods with a smile. Walk to the other side of the bed, he is practically giving the basic instructions to his brain now. She isn't going out like this, is she? That one part of his brain clad in some dark crevices questions him. That one simple thought seems to raise multiple silent alarms in his body. "So-" he tries to point at you and the door but fails and instead takes his finger to scratch an itch at the back of his neck- "you're going to sleep in now?" That glowy leg worth months of hair growth suddenly drops on the floor. And so does your face. Loki cannot make out what you're thinking because he is busy waiting for your answer. "You want me to sleep somewhere else?" It's just a softly put question. But your eyes seem to glimmer in sadness as if he just betrayed you some way. "What?" he is more surprised by the fact that you did not think of it as a possibility. Why would she sleep somewhere else? We've been doing it the whole trip! Well, the whole trip did not have rooms like this one, balconies like this one and certainly not a view like this one. Loki breathes, opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out for a good few seconds. He is still trying to make his mind look away from all the stray water droplets falling from your hair inside your clothes. "No-" he blinks, bringing his eyes back to yours, licking his lips, he is soft in his speech- "um, you stay here." Loki, you are a God. With the sudden reminder, he clears his throat, straightens his back and brings back that dominating energy in the room. "You stay here," he orders this time. Your quick smile is already melting that robust core of his. And that quick jump on his bed catalysis the effect. "Cool!" You sit there with your legs folded under you, thighs spread, and that shirt not covering as much as it is supposed to. "Woah!" you snapped him out of his trance as you took a little jump on the bed. The sudden glow in your eyes was sending a tingling sensation down his spine. "Oh," you exclaimed, going up and down on your thighs, "we finally have a hard mattress! God, I'm old!" Loki just stood there, watching you arch your back as you went up and down, testing the bed, and at the same time testing his fortitude. Why-why is she not wearing a bra? Loki smacks his inner self. That's what concerns you right now? "Stop that," he growls. One final jump and you are falling on your back with a long sigh. That tingle seems to have subsided but as it is going back, Loki's gaze cannot seem to come off your body- you lying with your limbs spread out as you groan out loud to remove that fatigue from your lungs. That double chin of yours is quite evident when you raise your head just a little to look for the quilt and bring it closer to you with your feet. Who does she think she is? A part of Loki asks. Beautiful, his inner voice answers without a pause, all dreamy eyes for you and your double chin. "By the Norns, you have to stop," the God growled again, making you pause your leg mid-air with the quilt in between your toes. You drop that quilt just like that and turn to rest your head on your palm. "Stop and...?" that low hoarse tone of your mixed with a wicked glow in your eyes lights up a section inside the God he should not be thinking about. Especially when it has the power to take over his brain.  The next time he opens his eyes, you can witness a change in that usually brooding boy to something more...feral? Those bloody eyes of the only Jotun you know are sending you mixed reverberations. By the time you are trying to figure out what it is behind those eyes, Loki's leg is already on the bed and his body over you within two strides. Your hips are locked in by his thighs and he is looking down at you with a simmering gaze.  You are definitely questioning all your freaky actions tonight. But I thought I would tease him a little! You know, to get his mind off serious stuff going outside that door!! And here you are, lying under Loki, your hands clasped close to your chest while your eyes are trying to figure out his next move, all the while unconsciously biting your lower lip. Not gonna lie, this blue version of him kinda looks sex- Loki's hands go down, right between his legs. You are about to catch your breath and cross your legs when his hands yank out the quilt from between the two of you to lay it over you. Your lips are still apart, mouth gaping, breaths at a pause while Loki flattens the fabric out over you till your neck before tucking it on your either side to the point that you cannot escape it even if you wanted to. Your brows furrow in disappointed confusion. Your hands are making that universal gesture of 'what the fuck???' under that damned sheet whereas Loki is proudly looking at his work. "That should keep you warm." “Dude!” Is all you can let out from your lungs before letting your body struggle to get out of this cosy prison. Loki gets up and away from the bed to undo his coat, looking away from you and smiling at this little achievement. “Don’t waste your breath, darling. I learned it from my mother. You cannot get out of that  hold unless you have calmed down enough to-“ His words disappear when he turns back to witness you already deep in sleep; your lips parted, your head practically drowning in the pillow, and little snores already forming in your nostrils. “How exhausted were you to sleep within seconds?” He whispers, never taking his eyes off. I need to teach her not to sleep with her guard down in suspicious places.

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The coat lay on the floor along with the familiar pants and shirt. Loki sits on the bed in a nightgown, letting his back rest on the bed frame while his eyes gather some much needed light sleep. The night outside is still if not for the periodic interruptions of crows here and there. The chill of this frozen land comes as a blessing for this Jotun, who is no longer regulating his temperature as per the Midgardian ways. His Jotun form too is breathing fine, even feeling better than before. A true blessing in disguise. “Mmm…no…I don’t like it…” you mumble in your sleep, opening Loki’s eyes before he knows what’s happening. His hand automatically reaches out for you, coming to rest on your forehead before realising he cannot use magic to get rid of any bad dreams. So, instead, he softly pats your head. Your sleep laden crinkled brows seem to find some peace from those soothing pats, going back to dreamless sleep and loud snores. Loki cannot help but burst into a silent laugh at those snores. How can someone so small and comparatively frail snore worse than a giant?! That laugh that crinkles the edge of his eyes seems to be slowly melting into a smile; and not any ordinary smile at that. It is bringing a sweet realisation with it; a realisation about this human. Among seven billion humans, this one seems to have brought him the comfort he never even dared to feel. The past few days spent in this human's company were far lighter and chirpier than the most extravagant days spent as a child in Asgard. There was no anxiety, no restlessness. Whenever he was not able to collect his thoughts, looking at this human used to bring everything to a standstill. Knowing that he is not alone this time brought a certain peace to his soul; brought solutions faster and escape routes quicker than his enemies could calculate.  Is this what it's like to have a friend? To have the want to protect them, fight them, tease them, make their life miserable but never let anyone else lay a finger on them? Is this what friendship means?? As if to answer his question, your snores break into a snort before you wiggle inside your duvet to crawl closer to him in your sleep. Your hand stretches out from under the warm cover, take an elongated sigh till it touches Loki's arm and wraps those toasty fingers around his cold muscle. Loki has paused his existence for a second to make sense of this moment. She feels safe with you, a soothing voice inside him resonates in his core and he is watching you in a new light. Some moisture seems to gather at the edge of his eyes before he blinks it away and slides down to rest his head on the pillow right next to yours. He does not realise it but his arm is frozen in that place for you to hold on to it and there is a slight smile on his lips while his eyes are observing every single detail on your face. The God does not seem to notice a bubble being projected out of the bed to overtake the room with a warmth that is emanating from the celestial being himself. And most of all he does not seem to notice the voice hiding in the dark corner somewhere looking at you with heart eyes. I like this human. She can stay.

[ill-skillsgard]

I’m IN NEED for something about Valter finding out you have a breeding kink 😭😭

Mmph, you know what? It's been a freaking minute since I wrote anything about our beautiful blond babe. I'll drink to that! Let's do it...

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Maybe you'd had too much to drink, or not enough, but you couldn't shake the urge to check in with him—to make sure he found your note and the dinner you left in the fridge. More than that, you worried he might be upset you skipped movie night to go out with your girls. It was a silly nothing. Valter wasn't possessive. He didn't care if you took a night off from lounging in your pyjamas, eating snacks with him in front of the TV, watching shows you'd both already seen a dozen times. Valter encouraged you to go out, especially now that it was actually allowed. You were itching to see your friends for a night out doing all the things you'd missed during isolation. Drinks, dancing, long, rambling conversations about relationships and whose hadn't survived the lockdown.

No, it was fine, you told yourself. Yet, you stared at Valter's name on your phone screen with your thumb hovering above the call button, the letters bordered with heart emojis at the top. A feminine hand came into your line of vision and clasped yours.

"Girl, don't. He's fine. He's not a child. Plus, didn't you say he's totally cool with you doing what you want?" Your friend criticized as gently as she could.

"I know, I know. I just kinda want to tell Valter where I'm at."

"You left a note, right? So, just leave it at that. If he's really as cool as you say he is, then he won't mind. He can't be as bad as your ex."

"Nobody could be as bad as my ex," you muttered. "He was a grade-A douchebag."

She sighed wistfully after a sip of her sugar-rimmed cocktail. "I'm glad you're not with him anymore. You make Valter sound so chill. What can I do to get a chill partner?"

"It was a fluke, I swear. He came out of nowhere. All six-foot-four of him."

"How's the...You know. The D? The dick, the cock, the schlong, the lap-hog?"

You spluttered into your glass and wiped your mouth as your friend giggled. "It's fine!"

"It's fine?" She mocked. "That doesn't sound promising."

"No, no. It's more than good. Trust me."

"Better than the ex? From what you told me, you two used to have some freaky sex."

You sighed wistfully. "Yeah, we did, didn't we? I don't know...Sex with Valter is just different. He's not as dominant as I would like."

"You should train the boy," she said between sips.

"I'm trying. He still won't blow inside of me. Insists he doesn't want to get me pregnant."

"But you're on birth control, right? So what's the big deal?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Valter gets nervous, I guess. Although, that's like my biggest turn-on."

"Mmm," she moaned. "I second that. Nothing like a nice creampie after a deep dicking."

"Oh my god, can you get any louder? Bartender, stop serving this animal," you tittered.

"What? It's true, and you know it."

With the help of your friends, you got through the night without calling Valter. Though, you insisted on getting home at a decent hour, expecting him to be asleep by the time you walked barefoot into your apartment carrying your strappy heels and purse. You took off your jacket, laid down your things and went to the bedroom where lights from the TV cast blocks of light over the carpet. When you turned the corner, you expected Valter to be asleep, having passed out while watching The Office, but that was not the case. What greeted you was more than you could register in one unblinking moment.

Valter was lying in bed sporting a hard-on hours in the making. He stared right at you, eyebrows close together and his lips stuck in a pout that usually meant something was wrong.

"Wow, did I um... Catch you at a bad time?" You snickered.

"No, I'd say your timing is perfect," he said. "Well? What's the hold-up? You just gonna stand there staring at it or are you gonna come over here and ride this cock?"

You were on him in a flash, tights barely off, his hands wrestling your shirt open, and sank into his lap with a mutual groan. The girth was enough to pop your eyes open. He must have been working himself up on purpose, for he pumped and pulsed incessantly, thick with arousal. You combed through his hair and watched his O-face turn his features soft. His hands gripped your ass, squeezing and leveraging you up and down until he rolled you back and took over with cervix-breaching thrusts. You twisted your hands into the sheets and clamped down on your lip to keep from squealing.

"How's that big dick feel, hm? You like getting wrecked? Is that what you like?" He gripped your chin and bore into your eyes. "Oh, yeah. Feels so good to get those nice, deep strokes, doesn't it?"

His sultry words robbed you of any adequate response. All you could do was whine as his hips slammed forth, drew back, slammed in again. Over and over until you gripped his arms as if the earth might crumble beneath you.

"Yeah, you like it nasty. Heard you on the phone talking to your girlfriends about how I'm not kinky enough for you. Not like your ex, who used to fill this pussy with cum all the time. Well, guess what? Now you're with me, and I'm the only man who gets to cum inside this tasty little gash."

"Oh my god," you said, eyes fluttering from the shock of hearing Valter growl.

"Bet you didn't know you pocket-dialled me. Is that what it takes for you to say what you want? Now you can tell your girls next time you see them how I dumped all my fucking cum inside you. Bred you like the filthy cum-slut you are. You wanna catch this load so bad? And who fucking cares if I get you pregnant, huh? All you're good for is taking this cock, and making me babies."

Valter delivered his promise after a few more minutes of spewing filth against your skin and positioning you so you could watch him tense up and climax so rigorously his thighs trembled and skin beaded with sweat. He dropped next to you and continued playing with your pussy, rubbing your clit and letting his cum run onto the sheets.

"Mm, sopping wet pussy dripping with cream. That's how it's fucking done."

He gathered you in his arms and kissed your forehead as his eyes closed, and his breath flattened. Shocked, you stayed next to him, wiggling your hips to feel the stickiness between your thighs.

"Hey, I just want you to know... I don't actually think you're only good for cumming inside and like procreation and all that shit. I just thought it might be hot to say since, I dunno, I guess that's what you like."

"I'm sorry, V. I should have told you first."

He kissed you again and pulled you into a one-armed embrace while he laid on his back, the TV tinting him in shades of blue. "It's okay, baby. Now I know, and I can think of new ways to make you all wet for me."