#and his ears! have such good angles in the front facing frame

[the-universal-sun]

fiddleford finding stanley regressed upset about ford PLEASE 🙏

“Oh Captain, My Captain! Where are ya! Good ol’ Fidds’ made some lunch!” Fiddleford called out into the living room where he sat Stanley down in front of the Television with some blocks to keep him occupied while he whipped up a quick lunch. He looks around, the blocks and TV abandoned, Mr Wizard’a World playing softly on the screen. “Stanley?” He calls again, hoping for some sort of noise to alert him to where he’s gone.

Heart beginning to beat faster in his chest, he rushes to check the front door. Closed and locked. He sprints to the back door. Also closed and locked. His heart rate slows down, knowing his boy is still in the house. He goes by the basement door, and sees that it’s still locked. This makes finding him much easier, he doesn’t have to go down there, down to the portal. He heads upstairs to check the bathroom, it’s empty. He checks his and Stan’s room, he’s not on either of their beds, or in the closet. So he didn’t go an get more of his little toys.

“Stanley, hon! Come on out! It’s time for lunch, not hide n’ seek!” He calls out once more, heading towards Ford’s room. He hopes Stan isn’t in there, he knows going there always makes his boy upset, missing his big brother. He hears muffled sobs as he gets closer. He pushes open the cracked door and finds Stan on that ugly blue carpet, wrapped in one of Ford’s sweaters, crying his eyes out. Fiddleford crouches down as he comes closer to Stanley, angling his head down to catch his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Pumpkin Pie? Tell ol’ Fiddlesticks what’s got your eyes so wet, hmm?” He asks gently, already having an inkling on what’s got his boy so down and out. He hopes Stan’s up for talking, but he has a feeling, between his tears and how nonverbal he typically is when feeling small, that it ain’t happening.

He was right, too. Stan takes a heaving breathe, the deep breathe causing him to cough when it gets stuck in his chest. Fiddleford gently pats his back, helping rub the air from inside his chest. He waits until Stan’s stopped coughing, breathing a little more even now. When Stan gathers himself, he just points to the calendar on the wall. He insists on keeping the calendar in Ford’s room up to date so he knows the date when they rescue him from the portal (if they rescue him-no bad Fiddleford!), the date reads June 8th, and circled right under it is June 15…oh. Stan and Ford’s birthday, the first one they’re truly separated for.

“Oh my Honey Bun, I’m so sorry, I haven’t been keeping track of the days, I didn’t realize it was coming up so soon. Oh come here, lovey,” Fiddleford leans Stan on his lap, the man’s frame too burly to hold in his lap without the support of a chair, couch, or bed, “I know, I know, you miss your brother, I miss ‘im too. My little Bookworm. But we won’t forget him, we’ll make a cake for him, and get him some presents too, so he’ll have them when we get him back.” He pets Stan’s head rhythmically, rubbing his fingers down the bridge of his nose, up his cheek, and tucking some long hair behind his ears, trying to calm his tears down.

Fiddleford holds back his tears, he needs to be strong for Stanley, but…but…but he misses his Fordsey, his Chatterbox. He wants to celebrate his boys’ birthday with both of them, to see their joy, to see them okay and playing together all happy and family like. He sniffles, the thoughts getting to him, making his eyes burn. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he feels a hand wipe his cheeks. He opens his eyes to see Stan looking up at him, a frown marring his face. Stan sits up and pull Fiddleford down for a hug, rocking the both of them side to side as they cry together. Both missing Stanford Pines.

They sit like that for what feels like hours, just holding each other, consoling the other in the silence of Ford’s room. When Fiddleford feels like he’s got himself a bit more under control, he sits up, a slight blush on his cheeks as he stammers a bit, feeling better but also a tad bit embarrassed that he had to be consoled, he’s the adult right now, he needs to keep his emotions strong and in check in front of Stan, to be brave for him while he’s little. He can’t even do that! What kind of a man are you, Fiddleford-

“Wha-?” He feels Stan grab his hands and pull him up with him. When he gives Stan a questioning look, he points to his stomach and rubs it. Oh, right, it’s lunch time. He made Stan a sandwich with all the fixings, “Right, right. Come along, El Capitan! Your pal, Fidds has whipped you up the best sandwich you’ve ever done had in your life!” He quickly gathers himself, switching gears, and holding Stan’s hands as they leave Ford’s room. He slowly walks down the stairs, looking back to make sure Stan doesn’t trip on a loose board to step on a nail before leading him into the kitchen. He sits his boy down in front of his little plate, the one with playing cards decorating it, with a sippy cup of fruit juice next to it (Stan will pour the whole thing on his face trying to drink it as fast as possible), his sandwich cut into four squares. Fiddleford learned that difference between his twins. Ford likes his sandwiches cut into four triangles when little, Stanley will only eat it if it’s cut into four squares.

He ruffles Stanley’s hair, kissing his head and giving him a soft “thank you” as he goes to sit across from him at his own plate. As he settled down to eat, he feels Stan hands clasp his own, he looks up to see his Pumpkin slowly eating his sandwich. He says nothing, eating his own sandwich with one hand, his sweet boys hand in his other. The rest of the day has the same air as lunch, Stan following him around, holding his hand and cuddling him everytime he sits down. Fiddleford can tell Stan needs him, he’s his safe place from his despair and pain. But Fidds needs his Captain, too, his anchor from his nasty thoughts and grief over Ford, over his memories, and that damn portal.

As Fiddleford and Stanley make a fort to sleep in in the living room, they really need to get one larger bed to sleep in together when needs be (maybe a king for all three of them), Fiddleford resolves to take Stanley shopping for birthday gifts for Ford. He knows it’ll be bittersweet for both of them, but it could also help lessen this pressure they both feel at the thought of missing Ford on his birthday. As he finishes reading Possum Magic, his snuggle bugs favorite book, he looks down and sees Stan’s open mouth, spilling some drool out, and laughs softly. He wraps his arms securely around him, hoping to shield his dreams from any nightmares he may have, and buries his nose into Stan’s hair, smelling his “arctic mountain” shampoo, and wills his own dreams to be good.

And of course they are, how could they not when he’s wrapped around his baby.

[canisalbus]

i decided today was as good a day as any other to learn how to 3d sculpt and then trace and animate the model…

so i made a little machete to spin in my head

(i still want to fix the snout length a little so it looks consistent, but i feel like it’s a pretty good first attempt at this)

hope you have a nice day and nicer ones to come! :)

.

[starkeyisthelastname]

baaaaabe your dilf!rafe has me absolutely feral !!! I need him dry humping reader from behind while she's wearing her expensive, thin athleisure shorts he bought her, gold bracelets and necklaces tinkling as they roll around the mattress, desperate to get each other off from grinding alone 🫠🫠🫠

p.s. I love you muah 💖

thank you so much angel! 💖 you know i love you!!! 🤩

He had come home from work in one of those moods where he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Even after running errands all day, you still looked good and he definitely made that known. You were trying to get changed into something more appropriate to go out to dinner in, but he was making the task a little difficult. As you were touching up your makeup, he stood behind you with his thick fingers digging your soft skin. His lips woud graze across your neck, his voice vibrating against your flesh as he squeezed your hips.

“Come on baby, we don't have a lot of time. You look so fuckin’ good…I gotta have you.” He spoke near your ear as your eyes met his blue ones in the mirror. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you and how could you deny your gorgeous husband? You sunk your top teeth into your glossy bottom lip as his hips started to slowly move against you from behind. “Rafe baby, w-what are you doing?” You asked, voice short of a whisper as you felt his hard cock.

“C’mere.” He growled, pinning your arms behind your back to lead you over to the king mattress. He pushed you down, angling your hips up to sit deliciously in those expensive shorts he had bought you. He knew that he needed to be getting ready for dinner, especially since the kids would be asking soon if the two of you didn't hurry up. He was a spoiled man himself and needed to have you in some way. He held onto your glittery wrists, tightening his rough hold against gold Cartier bracelets that started to jingle together as he began thrusting against you in a quick desperate manner.

The both of you were fully dressed, grinding and humping each other to get off. The way he could still make your had spin, his hand free hand clasped around your gold covered throat as the other, continued to hold your arms. “Listen to me.” He whispered in your ear, his deep voice a little strained the more turned on he became. He slowly removed his hand from your wrists, wrapping his veiny forearm wrapping around your stomach to flip you over.

Cerulean eyes bored down at you, toned hips pressing into you from the front and his hard cock strained against the work slacks he had on. “The kids are going to my parents for the night after dinner and I’m making you fuckin’ scream when we get back home. All over this goddamn house.” He told you, the look on his face as serious as ever and you knew it as your poor cunt fluttered. The man definitely had the stamina to fuck you all night across the large house, your body naked later that night against his massive frame in nothing but noisy jewelry he spoiled you with and his thick cock making you a quivering mess as you let him pound your holes.

[mytheoristavenue]

BES Mizu x Reader - Tranquility

Summary: One evening, two odd fellows walk into your father's inn, requesting keep.

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader believes Mizu is male, comfort, angst, use of he/him and she/ her pronouns for Mizu depending on POV

Humming gently, you busied your hands, bustling about the front room of your father's humble inn, dusting, polishing, sweeping- anything to pass the time. With your back turned, you hardly noticed the pair of men that wandered in, ducking under the curtain entrance.

"Welcome in!" you chirped over your shoulder, hearing footsteps approach the counter. Hurrying over and behind it, you turned to face them with a warm grin. "Good afternoon, sirs. How may I be of service?"

"We need a room," the shorter one said. He was significantly more slender than his companion and wore looser clothing and a wide kasa that obscured his face. "Two beds."

You nodded obediently. "Of course sir, and for how many nights?"

"One." He answered sternly, angling his head even deeper down.

"Alright," you processed his answer, making note of it. "And will you be requiring meals or would you prefer to dine elsewhere?"

"Here is fine," he replied, digging into a pocket to retrieve a sachel of currency. "Two dinners and two breakfasts. How much?" You quickly added up the total for the stay and four meals and told him what the charge was. To your surprise, he dropped even more in front of you. "I like my privacy, other than meal service, make sure no one disturbs me."

"Of course, sir!" you nodded profusely, swiftly making sure their payment was in the right place, before coming out from behind the counter. "Allow me to escort you to your room!"

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Now alone and behind closed doors, the pair of travelers began laying down their luggage, stretching from the relief of no longer having to carry their belongings on their backs. "Ringo," Mizu said suddenly, leaning her sword against a nearby wall as she sat down. "Go out and get us some more provisions, it'll be a while before we get to another village after we leave. Take this," Glancing up at her apprentice, she handed over a list of supplies and the same sachel of gold she'd paid with moments ago. "I'm going to rest while you're out, so try not to disturb me when you get back."

"Yes, master!" The man said seriously, a bit too much so as he saluted her before leaving. The samurai simply rolled her eyes at his unknowingly silly gesture and sighed.

It wasn't long into her quiet time that she was distracted by the softest knock on the wood frame of the door. "Service," your gentle voice called from the other side. Scoffing, Mizu called back, granting you permission to enter.

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You smiled when you heard the gentleman call back 'Enter.', sliding the panel away and lifting a tray from the floor before carrying it into the room. "Your meal tonight will be soba, but it won't be ready for a good while. I thought I'd bring you and your companion some refreshments in the meantime. Complementary, of course."

"Do all your guests get treated to free refreshments before dinner?" he asked, suspiciously, sitting cross-legged at a table in the center of the room.

"Well..." you blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you fell to your knees beside him. "Not exactly. Your meal will come with tea and sake, but I wanted to show my appreciation for..."

"You wanted to earn the extra money I gave you." he deduced. "I gave you that in exchange for leaving me alone so, admittedly, you aren't doing a very good job of earning it so far. I'd prefer you to respect my wishes than to bother me with special treatment."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and rejection. "I-I'm sorry," you sputtered, reclaiming the few things you'd set on the table in preparation to return the tray to the kitchen. "I'll just take this back, didn't mean to offend."

"Wait, you can stay." The mysterious man sighed, bringing his hand up and pressing his palm to the top of his kasa, removing it. Underneath it was silky midnight hair, tied back in a taught bun, with a rogue strand that framed his face. Though, most striking about his appearance, were his glasses. They were round and petite with an onyx frame and amber lenses. Noticing your attention, his eyes darted towards you. "Haven't you ever been told that staring is impolite?"

Shaking your head furiously, cheeks once again aglow, you returned to your current task. "Deepest apologies! I was only observing your glasses, they are-"

You could feel his glare on you intensify even with your gaze away. "They're what?"

"P-Pretty..." you muttered truthfully, instantly regretting using such a feminine adjective to describe something a man wore. "They're a nice color is all..."

The man shifted backward, seemingly surprised by your compliments, and for just a moment, his harsh demeanor faltered a bit. "Well...thank you," he muttered bashfully before clearing his throat and darting back into his shell upon noticing that you were beginning to pour a cup of sake. "Just tea," he corrected sternly. "I don't drink."

You straightened at his comment, pausing for a moment. "Apologies," you nodded, setting the vessel back down on the tray to remind yourself to take it back with you when you leave. "I don't believe I've ever served a man who didn't prefer sake." you mused with a small smile.

"I'm not other men," he answered shortly.

"Yes, you're entirely different..." you sighed with glowing cheeks, pouring his tea. "You're a true and honorable gentleman, I can tell."

For the first time since the pair had come in, the traveler smiled- smirked even. It was a cocky look that sent a shiver down your spine when you glanced up and his found sharp amber eyes staring back. "You're quite forward for a service girl, aren't you?"

Your eyes blew wide at his comment and your cheeks caught fire which spread even to the tips of your ears. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to speak so freely!" Somehow in your anxious haste, you'd lost your grasp on the tea kettle in your hand, and you quickly lunged forward to catch it, luckily saving it before it could spill- or worse, shatter.

Unfortunately, your cheer for victory was incredibly short-lived by the hiss of your guest, who had begun tugging his clothes away from his body. Stream rose from his torso and you went pale. It seemed that, in your rush to catch the kettle, you'd reached over the table and knocked the freshly poured cup of hot tea into the poor man's stomach.

Without a second thought, you immediately crawled over, pulling a handkerchief from the chest of your kosode and began dabbing at his chest and stomach, profusely apologizing all while. You could feel him tense beneath your touch, rigid an no longer wriggling form the discomfort of the steaming liquid coating his skin. To his horror, in your haste, you began to tug at his sleeves, pulling them off his shoulders slightly.

"I'm so very sorry, sir!" you cried, beginning to disrobe him. "I'm so clumsy! I swear I'll make this right, let me just-" you continued, untying his belt, his protests completely lost on you in your panicked state. "I'll take your clothes and launder them, free of charge! A-And I'll get you a full refund on your stay!"

"N-no, please," the man began to tremble, breath caught in his throat as you inched him closer and closer to nudity. "It's fine, all's forgiven, there's no need to-" His hands felt heavy as he tied to pry you away, and by the time he'd gathered the ability to calm himself, you'd already stopped. You were entirely frozen as the fabric of his shirt felt from your hand.

"I-I..." you sputtered, unsure of what to say, or even if to speak at all. You'd rather just stay frozen.

"I-I appreciate the offer to launder my clothes, but please," the traveler gave an exacerbated sigh, "Let me undress myself."

You slowly nodded, never breaking eye contact as he gripped his garment closed and gingerly traced the hem of it and where it fell on his chest. Suddenly, out of his peripheral, he watched you lift something off the floor, setting the object in his lap. Then he realized, you weren't looking at his body. Glancing down, he noticed his glasses, folded neatly and resting in the creased crotch of his baggy pants.

"Get out." he snapped, finally putting himself into gear. "I will leave my clothes outside my door for you to wash. Have them back to me as soon as possible. And yes, you will be refunding my stay." he seethed as you instantly jumped up and hurried out of the room.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mizu stressed, pacing the room, and tugging at her hair. Her instincts were screaming at her to run, but her clothes were ruined, she'd at least have to wash them in some creek somewhere. But then, what about Ringo? She could leave him, but knowing him, he'd find her and lecture her about the importance of facing your problems instead of running from them. She'd forced you out before she'd had a chance to read your reaction, but then again, she'd never experienced a good one. You were probably on your way to tell someone- or worse, inform authorities on her whereabouts.

Even worse, she could her her chest bindings beginning to soak with tea, creating a terrible moist feeling between her breasts. She'd have to change the bandages, lest her skin begin to chafe. With every odd stacked against her leaving, she decided to stay. You only knew of her eye color, after all. At least you hadn't figured out all of her secrets.

All she had to do was keep her body hidden and charm you into not telling about her eyes, she could do this. You were tripping all over yourself over one snarky comment, surly she could convince you to keep quiet, right?

I hope you guys enjoyed this, there will be a part two coming (hopefully) soon, which I will link in this post when it is finished! Please like, comment, and reblog if you like this, it really helps encourage me to continue, and with this being a fandom for me to write for, it helps a lot to know what y'all interact with most!

[yanderestarangel]

hiiii now I can finally make my request here!

just imagine having mirror sex with gentle dom!tomas: this + calling him daddy, size difference and some breeding kink too = *chef's kiss*

TW: Unprotected sex, breedkink, smut, NSFW, ftm reader, afab anatomy, nicknames, exhibitionism, daddykink, dom!tomas, v!sex, size kink.

Tomas found himself in his own room, his body pressed against the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. His naked form was a sight to behold, his skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as you awaited his touch. He couldn't resist the urge to claim it once again, this time in his own sanctuary. You could barely reach his chest, he towered over you, ready to take you right there.

When you called him “daddy,” Tomas’ eyes darkened with desire. He loved the way the title rolled off your tongue, the sweetness in his voice sending shivers down his spine. With a grunt, he thrust into you from behind, his cock sliding inside your bare cunt. He intended to breed you, marking you as his in the most primal way.

“Look at us, baby,” he ordered, his breath hot on your ear. "Watch as I fill you with my cum, possessing you completely." His fingers dug into your hips, keeping you steady as he began to thrust harder, his thrusts getting stronger with each passing moment.

The sight of your bodies entwined in the mirror was nothing short of erotic. Your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. "It's almost unfair how perfectly you fit me... I'm going to fuck you so hard that you can't imagine life without me inside you." As Tomas continued to fuck you, his grip on your hips tightened. He reveled in the feel of your small, delicate body in his hands, knowing he could crush you if he wanted to.

"That's it, baby," he praised, "Take it all. Show me how well you can handle my cock." He watched as his shaft disappeared into your tight hole, each thrust making your smaller body jiggle and bounce in front of him.

"You're so small and delicate..," he murmured, his voice full of desire. "Still, you can take my cock like a pro. I'm proud of you oh- fuck my little one..." He began to thrust faster, his balls slapping your clit with each powerful thrust. Tomas forced you to meet his gaze in the mirror, his eyes locked on yours as he pounded into you relentlessly. You could see the raw passion reflected in both of his expressions, the lust and intensity etched across your faces. He couldn't get enough of the way your body squeezed his cock, your body willingly accepting his dominance. He easily lifted you off the ground, your feet tried to touch the surface again ── However, in vain, Vrbada was handling you easily, just like a rag doll. This new angle allowed him greater access to your pussy, his cock sliding in and out with ease. Your moans filled the room, a sweet symphony.

"You take me so well baby boy... I-I could fuck you all night long and never get enough-" He began to thrust faster, his cock sliding in and out of you with a wet slapping sound. Each thrust caused your breasts to bounce, their fullness a stark contrast to your slender frame.

"Cum on daddy's cock angel. Show me how much you need it.. - fucking hell baby... I'm going to breed in your beautiful pussy, you're going to accept everything like a good boy, aren't you?" His thrusts grew more urgent, his cock pounding into you with a relentless rhythm. As your orgasm washed over you, Vrbada felt your walls tighten around him, the rhythmic contractions coaxing him towards his own release. He lets out a guttural moan, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrusts into you with one final, powerful thrust. He could feel the warmth of his cum spilling deep inside you, filling you up as he marked you as his own. He continued to thrust into you, ensuring that every last drop of his seed was buried deep within your pussy.

"Daddy's here with you, my good boy..." he murmured. "You took all of my cum so well. Such a good, obedient boy for daddy." He peppered kisses along your forehead, his lips lingering there as he held you close. You weren't going to rest until he filled you completely that night, he would only be satisfied when he ran out of cum, spilling it all in your cute pussy.<3

[pandapetals]

New Dress

logan howlett x fem!reader - fluff, inspired by clairo's song juna, new dress, suggestive, cute

Your put on a new dress and Logan loves it.

read on Ao3

“C’mere.” Logan’s voice was low, a playful command threaded through the syllables, as he lounged against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes flickered over you, taking in the dress with a heat that made it hard to ignore him.

But you did.

You shook your head, biting your lip as you twisted in front of the mirror, fingers smoothing the fabric down your sides, trying to catch every angle. “Wait,” you murmured, barely glancing his way. “I just need to see if it—”

Logan pushed off the doorframe with an easy stride, his boots barely making a sound against the floor. In a few steps, he was behind you, his large frame almost swallowing your reflection. He didn’t touch you—yet. He just stood there, the weight of his presence filling the room.

“It looks good,” he said, his voice softer now, a quiet certainty in the way the words fell between you.

You let out a small huff, rolling your eyes but still turning slightly, trying to get a better view of your back in the mirror. “You say that about everything , Logan.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Because you look good in everything.” His eyes met yours in the reflection, the intensity of his gaze sending a flicker of warmth down your spine.

You hesitated, your hands dropping to your sides. “Be serious,” you whispered, the vulnerability in your voice betraying the casual banter. “What if it doesn’t—”

Logan’s hands finally moved, his fingers brushing your waist lightly, almost testing the waters. You stiffened at first, but then his grip firmed, pulling you gently back against him. His body was warm and solid, the contrast between his steady confidence and your anxious self-assessment making your heart race.

“I am being serious,” he murmured near your ear, his breath warm against your skin. His hands slid to your hips, guiding you so you stood still, forcing you to stop twisting and turning. “Look at yourself.”

“I am—”

“No,” he interrupted, his voice now a little more firm. “Not like that.”

He shifted slightly, lowering his head so his lips hovered just above your ear, his breath sending a shiver through you. “You always do this. You look at yourself like you’re trying to find something wrong.”

You swallowed, your pulse quickening as his words sank in. In the mirror, his eyes stayed on yours, unflinching, steady.

“But there’s nothing wrong,” he continued, his fingers tracing small, soothing circles on your hips. “Not with this dress. Not with you.”

For a second, you couldn’t look at him. Your gaze dropped, focusing on the way his fingers moved against the fabric, the way his chest felt pressed against your back. It was grounding, the way he held you as if he could sense the flutter of doubt still lingering beneath your skin.

“You don’t have to hide anything from me,” Logan said quietly, his voice softer now, the teasing long gone. “You know that, right?”

You nodded, the words sticking in your throat. His sincerity hit harder than you’d expected like it peeled back layers you hadn’t realized you were wearing along with the dress.

“Good.” His lips brushed the top of your head, a brief, gentle touch that left warmth in its wake. “Now let me see this dress properly.”

He shifted you slightly, making you face the mirror again. But this time, his hands didn’t leave you. He stayed close, his fingers at your waist, his eyes still on your reflection.

You looked at yourself again, but this time through his gaze—at the way the dress hugged your body, the fabric flowing over your curves as if it belonged there. And in the mirror, you saw more than just yourself. You saw the way his expression softened when he looked at you, the quiet admiration in his eyes, the way his lips parted slightly as if even now, he was holding back something deeper.

“It’s not just the dress, you know,” he said after a beat, his voice thick with meaning. “It’s you. You make it look good.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The room seemed smaller, quieter, as if the air between you had shifted, the playfulness melting into something heavier, more unspoken.

You exhaled the tension that had been knotting in your chest slowly unraveling under his touch. “You really think so?” you asked, still tentative, but there was a warmth creeping into your voice that hadn’t been there before.

Logan’s smirk returned, this time slower, more deliberate. “I know so.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your exposed shoulder, his lips warm and soft against your skin. “Now, c’mere for real,” he murmured against your skin, his hands sliding around your waist to pull you fully into him, his grip more sure, more insistent.

This time, you didn’t resist.

[mtchacffinz]

hsr blade cravings

note!!! (AFAB! reader) just a heads up this is like, really filthy. just pure smut. mentions of objectification, degrading, reader is fucked dumb.. it's rough sex, basically (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

thinking about how blade would bend you over in every surface, fucking your cunny like an animal.. you're not very proud of it, but god fucking damn the way he thrusts and fucks you until your knees can't keep up is so addicting it's concerning. Blades words are so filthy. This actively contrasts the way he's gently caressing your cheek right now. "Tsk tsk, look front." The mirror is calling. You can see how disheveled your hair is, and how lewd your tears and drool are falling off your lips. His hot breath is on your ear, and you can feel his palms on your waist. Fuck, the way he traces intentions on your skin makes your cunt throb with impatience.

His hunger is insatiable. For someone who had lost all desire to live, he thinks hard of a way he to angle your legs making every thrust unreal. Blade reaches the most unknown parts of you, making you grip and scratch the sheets yourself. You could barely make out any words, and he's already fucking you raw deep within that cute hole of yours. His thrusts are relentless, and his grip on you was iron. All you could do was whine pathetically which each slow drag he teases out of your lips.

Pathetic pathetic pathetic! You can't even keep yourself sane under him, nor can handle his undivided attention, how can you reach equal stature now?

Blade hears you beg and beg, this only makes me wipe away your tears. Didn't you want this? To be bent over, fucked raw.. humiliated, used? You were the one who offered him a fuck toy, you gotta prove your worth by not breaking so early. But you have to admit.. you came so much, too. Everytime he pulls out, splotches of his and your cum spill out almost immediately, leaving a trail that slowly drip lewdly. His tip would tease your sensitive nub, grinding over it ever so slowly. Get a grip, (Y/n)!

Your fucked out face is a feast in itself.

Your pussy invites him so sweetly. No need to go slow, who are you anyway? You're just his fuck toy. Nothing but his fuck toy. Blade would grab your waist and pump you into his cock until he came. He'd return you back to where you came from with cum oozing out of your hole. Maybe he's even going to be nice enough and brand you with his teeth. Everytime you hear him say such words, your walls would clench him so good he can't help but fuck you harder. His fingers would always find their way to your mouth, letting out those muffled moans out of your lips. Fuck, you're really hot.

Have mercy on him, will you? His back is so red from all the scratches you give him. No doubt he likes it, even if you draw blood. You'd chase his lips so avidly while his fingers are railing your insides. You don't have to worry what to do, because he already knows what you want. You're a whore who knows nothing but the shape of his cock inside you, and a slut who'd get on her knees just to get the release on her tongue.

He's so cruel.. oh so cruel. Sometimes he fucks you so good he'd leave you lagging and trembling in the sheets. He'd stare at you just to see how much of a mess he made you— whilst you don't even know whats going through his head. Does Blade like it? Does he find amusement in it? You can't think.. you can't even speak straight.

Blade suddenly leans into you, propping your legs into his frame. His lips were in your ears. You can hear him whisper something.

"Stay with me a little longer, will you?"

..Was that an answer?

in my mouth NOW. (FINALLY EDITED WOOOOOOOOO)

[margotw10bis]

Crashing On Crush.JJK [m] 10

crush!Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut; series; romance; angst

Words: 5k

Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?

Warnings: protected sex; light biting; oral sex (f. receiving); masturbating; angst (xenophobia)

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All the little everyday life things has been better. You could delude yourself and try to find some ridiculous explanations in the astral sky but you know damn well the real reason: Jeon Jungkook. Your bed has never felt better than when you are in it with him. Falling asleep and waking up with him feel good.

You wake up wrapped by warmth. Two reasons of it: your sheets and Jungkook's arms. He is spooning you in the most delicate way but you do feel something hard against your ass. You press against it a little bit to be sure but there is no doubt it's Jungkook's big cock in the early morning. Feeling your pretty butt on his dick is the best awakening possible for Jungkook. He softly moans into your ears and wraps his arms tighter around your frame. You immediately get aroused and push your ass even more on his body.

Jungkook gets the hint and he starts grinding on you. You clearly feel how deliciously hard he is. Fuck, it feels good. Your pussy is getting wetter and wetter and you can't wait to have it filled by Jungkook. He caresses your breasts, sneaking a hand underneath your t-shirt. He gives you delicate kisses on your shoulder and you moan at the pleasure. Your hand leads up to find his messy yet soft hair. The delicious tension is building up inside you, making a mess out of your panties.

"I want you" You confess, your hands caressing his forearms around your stomach

Morning sex is one of the things you love the most because it feels more intimate since it means you've spent the night together.

"Anything my baby want" Jungkook replies so softly that you melt but his voice is deep and raspy too, echoing right into your core

His palms slowly separate so one goes up to squeeze your boob and the other one heads South to caress your pussy through your clothes. Your head roll back into his chest and Jungkook starts kissing your neck. You love feeling his mouth on your skin, his lips are as soft as clouds. Little moans form in your mouth to escape right after.

"Fuck me, Kook" You gently order - or more like beg - him

It's the first time you call him 'Kook' and he loves it. His nickname has never sounded so harmonious and he wants more of it. He wants you to cum screaming it so your neighbors know how good he makes you feel. His damn possessiveness is never too far when it comes to you. A raspy growl from Jungkook echoes in your whole body and his hands quickly peal you bare. Each layer of clothes slipping down your body arouses you more.

"Grab a condom" He asks you and you move fast to take it in your nightstand

Jungkook can't resist your perfect ass on display while you're searching for the condom on all fours. He smirks when he remembers your first encounter. Your fucking pretty ass right in front of him, he could have fucked you right there. As he can't go back in time, he sticks to the present and offers you a slap on your asscheek. You gasp of surprise and pleasure. You turn just to see the playful grin on Jungkook's face.

It doesn't take long for Jungkook to cover his cock and to press his member between your folds. He is still behind you, spooning you, and sneaks an arm under your upper leg, right behind your kneel, to have a better access to your pretty pussy. Fuck, his dick slides upon your cunt, meeting your clit every time. Your whimpers urge Jungkook to enter you already. He does while he bites on your shoulder.

Being filled by Jungkook's dick is perfect. Your walls are stretched just like you love and the angle is perfect to provide you pleasure. He nestles deep inside you to give you time to adapt. He doesn't stop kissing your neck, the wet patches he leaves on your skin make you shiver. You whimper when the need of friction becomes painful. When it comes to sex, you feel like you don't even need to speak. Jungkook seems to know your body as well as you do and starts providing you the delicious and necessary poundings. But his slow pace is driving you crazy. You missed him inside you and he is taking his time.

"Faster" You ask but Jungkook does the opposite, torturing you with slower moves

Your hands grab his forearm around your frame to urge him but it doesn't do anything. Jungkook smirks to witness you this desperate. When he gently bites your earlobe and completely stops his moves, you almost cry.

"Kook, please" Your voice is shaky and clearly begging him to fuck you

"I love when you beg for my cock" He says with a raspy and sexy voice

The magic word was just what he needed. Not only Jungkook slides again into you, but his poundings become rough. Each time his cock hits deep inside you, making your tits bounce and your ass slapped. His hard and big member gives you so much pleasure that your eyes roll in the back of your head. Your moans are unsteady and you can't even think straight, especially when Jungkook start playing with your nipple with his tattooed hand. His other hand has a deep grabbing into your flesh and you're pretty sure you'll have bruises.

"You like that?" He almost growls in your ear

He surely knows the answer by the sinful noises coming from your mouth and the way your pussy clench around him but he wants you to say it out loud.

"Yes, yes!" You repeat in a delirious state due to Jungkook's poundings

When he changes his pace to slow down but to penetrate you harder and deeper, the air is kicked out of your lungs. Your mouth open but no moan form. Your eyes water with the pleasure. A delicious slap on your ass forces you to mutter your loud groans into your pillow.

"No, I want to hear you" Jungkook states "You're taking me so fucking good"

He forces you to let your moans fill the room by grabbing your throat. He doesn't really apply any pressure but his large palm around your breathing column is fucking hot. He uses his hand to slightly turn your head so he can kiss you. The position makes it difficult, resulting in a messy kiss that only arouses you more.

Your walls tighten when your orgasm is not so far away.

"Fuck, I love your pussy, babe. Could fuck it all day long"

Jungkook's praises do nothing to delay your cumming but you don't want the pleasure to stop. You hold his wrist like a lifeline and urge him to fuck you harder. The slight change of angle to enhance the pace provokes Jungkook's cock to hit your g-spot.

"Oh my god! Here!"

You sound like a lunatic. You're so loud, you're sure your neighbors can hear you but you can't care about it right now. On the other hand, your moans are like music to Jungkook's ears. He is addicted to them and he wants more. His hand leaves your thigh and dangerously heads closer to your crotch. It doesn't take long for you to feel small circles on your clit. You're feeling Jungkook inside and outside your pussy and it's almost unbearable. He is fucking you so well you could cry.

"Fuck, Kook, I'm gonna cum" You moan, eyes filled with tears

"Go ahead, cum for me, babe. Be a good girl"

Jungkook's raspy voice, his dick hitting hard your sweet-spot, his hand around your throat and his delicate digits working of your clit are way too much for you. The tsunami of pleasure washes over you. Your toes curl and your body shakes in Jungkook's embrase. You scream his nickname and let your head rest on your pillow, exhausted by your high.

Jungkook slows down his pace once again and kisses your shoulder to soothe you after your orgasm. His hand is no longer around your throat but caresses your cheek. The gesture is soft and you take his hand to kiss it. You're so good to him that his heart is squeezing in his chest despite its erratic pace due to his physical efforts.

"I want you to cum" You say with your sexually intoxicated mind

"I'll be more than happy to" Jungkook smirks

His poundings regain their animalistic pace but you're way more sensitive after your orgasm. Your whimpers make Jungkook so fucking horny. If he weren't afraid to break you, he'll fuck you even harder to make you scream his name. He wonders how your delicate body can take his big dick so perfectly, just like you were made for him. To be honest, he truly believes he was made for you.

"Open your pretty mouth" He orders

You don't think twice and obey. Jungkook slides two inked digits into your mouth, making you drool. You suck on his fingers to mutter your moans. The velvety and wet muscle on his fingers makes his dick throb inside your pussy.

"That's it, babe. You're so naughty for me" He teases you but it only makes your pussy clench around his big cock "Fuck, babe, you're so tight"

His pace becomes unsteady and you know he is close. Your hand finds the one that was staying on your stomach to guide it towards your clit. You make Jungkook rub your clit but your own fingers stay upon his hand to set the rhythm. Jungkook presses even harder on your bud and you moan around his fingers. You can't see it but Jungkook is looking at you with awe: you're so fucking hot. Your both hands working on your clit are dangerous for your sanity.

"Fucking cum again. Come on, cum on my cock, I know you can do it" His voice is nothing gentle, he is ordering you and how can you disobey such a great command?

Why are Jungkook's words so scandalous yet so arousing? Your second orgasm overpowers you but thanks to his fingers in your mouth, your screams are shuttered. It doesn't make long for Jungkook to join you on cloud nine. You are both panting and neither of you want to move. Jungkook frees your mouth only to kiss you but he is staying deep inside your warm pussy which occasionally clenches around his dick, preventing it to truly soften.

"That was hot" Jungkook comments, making your giggle

"It was, indeed"

"You were perfect" He says tenderly, pecking your shoulder and your cheek a hundred of times

You love how sweet Jungkook is. His long and messy hair are tickling you. But suddenly reality hits you back. You quickly grab your phone and gasp when you notice what time is it. You need to hurry and grab the next bus if you don't want to be late for work.

You leave Jungkook's arms with regret and run to the bathroom, without closing the door so Jungkook doesn't feel like you're shutting him off.

"What's wrong?" He asks, quite worried

"I'm going to be late!" You shout while you're brushing your hair and your teeth at the same time

Honestly, Jungkook has totally forgotten that it was Monday. Time flies with you, especially when he is fucking you. He checks his own phone and frowns: you're not this late.

"You don't need to rush, we are only 10 minutes away from your work"

"By car, but it's 25 minutes by bus" You explain

Jungkook jumps on his feet without even caring covering his naked body but you can't blame him: he is perfect. The sight of you rushing to tie up your hair makes him smile - the more you try, the less you succeed - and he wraps your frame with his strong arms. The contrast between his pale, virgin one and the dark and overwhelming other is hypnotizing but you don't have time to contemplate them.

"Did you think you were going to work by bus?" He asks you with a playful tone that makes you stop your moves

You look at him with surprise writing all over your face.

"Let me drive you"

"Jungkook, you don't need to-"

"I want to" He cuts you off and you can't answer anything because you're afraid to tell him you love him instead

So you nod and smile at him through the mirror to thank him. You finish getting ready, way less stressed than two minutes before.

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"You don't work today?" You ask Jungkook while you're in his black Mercedes

"Nope. Seokjin will come in the afternoon to check my place so I won't have to bother you at your own home" He replies with his bunny smile and scrunched nose that attack your heart every single time

You hate how much your chest tightens. You wish he could stay longer. You wish he could stay forever even. You two have spent the entire weekend together and it was just perfect. Cooking together, joking, cuddling on the couch while you were watching some randoms movies on Netflix felt right. There wasn't any kind on embarrassment and you loved having Jungkook next to you. You have no doubt that when you come home tonight, your apartment will feel way emptier than usual.

To cheer you up you stare at Jungkook. Fuck, he is way too handsome and he doesn't make any effort. You love his long black hair, you love his doe eyes, you love his cute bubble nose, you love his lips. Yes, especially his lips that make wonders. You just love him. All of him. Your eyes go down to his large shoulders hidden by his usual oversized black t-shirt. Your eye ends up on his veiny hands holding up tight on his wheel. You know his tattoos by heart now but you are still fascinated by them. They make Jungkook so hot but you can't help wondering if it was painful.

Your eyes widen when you notice the hair tie around his wrist. You know it's yours because it's an old one and the fragile elastic will break soon.

"Is it mine?" You question just in case

Jungkook looks down at his wrist and smiles gently.

"Yeah" His voice is oddly proud

"It'll break soon, don't you want other one? I can buy you one, if you want" You propose but Jungkook shakes his head

"I want this one. I guess I like having something that's yours with me"

God, he has to stop being so perfect and romantic because your weak heart is not going to make it! Your cheeks redden immediately and you turn your head towards the window to hide it and your stupid grin. You're way too in love with him to think straight and you don't even care. If you had to go back in time, you'd fall in love with Jungkook a thousand times and it wouldn't be enough.

Jungkook has found your hair tie this morning in your bathroom. He kept it because it was evident that it's too worn out to be used and that you won't miss it. But he is well aware of his deep intentions when he has put your elastic around his wrist. As silly as it might be, it was a way to say to the world that he is taken. That he is yours. Obviously, he can't put a ring on your and his finger just yet so the hair tie will stay until then. However, he does regret his long hair now, even though he loves it, because the hair tie can be for his personal use. He's pretty sure no one can understand his weird logic anyway.

Jungkook giggles and places his hand on your thigh. He draws random patterns on it with his fingers and you sigh in delight. You grab his hand in yours but you still don't trust yourself - a love confession could escape you - so you are looking outside at the sunny day.

You thought that Jungkook would tell you goodbye in the car but he steps out and walks you to the main door of the art gallery. Every gesture is kind and it shows how caring is Jungkook. You're lucky to have him.

"I could pick you up after work and we could go to the restaurant tonight?" Jungkook proposes with a slight blush adoring his cheeks

"I have to check on the printer after work" You reply, sighing — the damn printer is driving you insane

"I can accompany you if you want"

"You're sure?" You ask but your voice is actually full of hope

Jungkook nods and smiles at you. God, his eyes are even shinier! He is so pretty you could die out of his cuteness. He gives you a last kiss on the lips before disappearing in his car. You are on a cloud right now and the whole day seems to go just like a dream.

As you agreed on, Jungkook was there when you finished work and drove you to the print firm. He asked you if you wanted him to come with you but you assured him that you'd be okay.

However, right now, you're starting to regret your words. You're talking to the boss of the firm and he doesn't want to hear you when you tell him that you need the prints now. You develop all your arguments, reminding him that you've agreed on a deadline but he is haughty and arrogant and you're two seconds away from losing your mind. Until he tells you something that kicks the air out of your lungs...

"If you don't like how we work in Korea, you should go back to your country!"

You have never faced xenophobia before and it fucking hurts. Especially when you make absolutely no difference between races. You always treat people as equal because they fucking are! But what can you respond? You're way too shock.

However, it wasn't a very smart move from the boss because he said his insult at the very same moment Jungkook stepped inside. Anger is boiling in his blood and he runs pass you to grab the man by his collar. His eyes are nothing like doe's ones right now and the darkness of them are terrifying.

"Say that again?!" Jungkook shouts

"It's not-" The printer stutters

"You're the one who can't do his fucking job! How dare you using the foreigner card to cover your pathetic incompetency?! You're a shame for my country"

Your chest tightens and your eyes water. You're touched by the way Jungkook is defending you but you're afraid he'll punch the guy if you don't stop him. You put a delicate hand on his shoulder to make Jungkook look at you.

"Let him go" You ask him with a weak voice and Jungkook obeys but his eyes are still harsh on the man

"You'll do the fucking printings for tomorrow and you'll make a price on them. And if I hear that you disrespect her again, you won't be so lucky" Jungkook threatens with fists so clenched that his knuckles are white

The printer can only gulp and nod. You grab Jungkook's hand and escape the room which feels suffocating. It was such a good day so far and now, it looks like one of the worst days ever. You're sad and angry, and the worst thing is that you can't do anything about it. People like that are hard to change their minds. You wish he could see how much you love South Korea and the Korean culture. How much you've worked to be able to live here, how much you have sacrificed. You miss your family everyday! But you don't want to cry for someone like that, it doesn't worth it.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks you with a voice as sweet as possible with his current wrath

"Thank you for defending me"

He kisses you on the forehead in a attempt to calm down. He can't understand how you can stay calm while he is boiling with anger and frustration — and he is not the one who was insulted! But he knows you're way better than him and he is just amazed by your strength and your courage.

"Maybe we should postpone our date" You say, unsure "I won't be good company and I want to be alone tonight"

"You're sure?" Jungkook asks, his worry evident in his voice and on his face

"Sorry..."

You feel like every time things go smooth between Jungkook and you, something comes to wrack it off... Why is the whole universe conspiring against your happiness?

"Don't apologize. I understand. Just remember I'm just a phone call away, okay babe?"

The pet name warms your heart a little, giving you the strength to offer Jungkook a small smile.

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Jungkook is worried. It has been three days since he almost beats the shit off this asshole printer and the few texts you've sent him did little to ease him. He should have stayed with you. He should have lied, saying that Seokjin hasn't checked his place yet and that he needed to stay at yours. But he didn't and now he can't find any excuse to knock on your door. He sighs while playing with your hair tie around his wrist. It makes him think about you. Every time he is working on his graphic tablet and his black eyes drift away on the side, he sees it. And a stupid 'I-Am-In-Love' grin appears on his face.

Jungkook's head snaps so fast when he hears a knock on his door that his long hair rises up in the air during the movement. Is he dreaming? He can't question himself because another knock is heard. He jumps on his feet and opens the door as fast as he can. His face immediately brightens when he sees you, but he almost instantly frowns as he grows worried.

"Hi, I hope it's okay I just drop by?" You ask with a small and shy voice, blush adoring your cheeks

"You're welcomed anytime" Jungkook replies with his bunny smile

"Since we didn't go to our date" You start as you're stepping in his place and bend over to take off your shoes "I thought that I could bring the date to us. I brought some fried chicken"

Jungkook's heart goes wild in his chest. He is two seconds away from confessing his feelings but he's missed you to much to waste time with words. He captures your lips with his and gives you a deep and passionate kiss that can only arouse you. You've missed his touch too and you use your free hand to cup his cheek. All species of butterflies are flying in your stomach and you feel stupid to have stayed away from Jungkook this long. Sure, you needed time to heal after the harsh words that were addressed to you and you didn't want to bring Jungkook in your bad mood. You know he is struggling with enough things on his own, he doesn't need to deal with your own shit. But you've missed him. A lot. And it's only been three days...

"I need to stop kissing you, otherwise you won't eat any chicken tonight" He whispers against your lips

Suddenly, skipping diner doesn't seem a so bad idea. But your stomach betrays you and makes an embarrassing loud noise that notifies Jungkook that you are actually hungry. He chuckles while you're blushing in shame. Sometimes, you don't like your physical reactions...

"Let's eat, we'll have plenty of time for the rest later" Jungkook states

You have both finished dripping your fried chicken in the delicious sauce, a random series playing on Netflix when you decide to speak up:

"I'm sorry, for the past few days"

Your voice might be calm, your whole inside is shaken up. You've played your words many times in your head before saying it out loud, yet it feels weird.

"You don't have to apologize" Jungkook reassures you

"I know but I want to. You have been really... nice to me" You want to say how perfect and amazing and absolutely lovable Jungkook has been but it might be too overwhelming for you and him to confess that out loud "I shouldn't have shut you off like that. I just needed time to... I don't know, heal?"

"Hey..." Jungkook says softly as he grabs your hand and caresses the back of it with his thumb "You don't have to explain or say anything about it. I'm just glad you're feeling better"

You smile lightly at him, relieved that he doesn't resent you — even though you had no doubt about it. But your smile soon turns into a gulp when you notice the faint smirk on Jungkook's handsome face.

"But if you really want to apologize, I have an idea" He purrs with a tone way lower than before, which makes your cheeks burn

You don't know what to reply, and you don't really want to anyway. So you close the gap between the two of you and crash your lips onto his. The coldness of the lip ring surprises you as much as it pleases you.

Jungkook's hands immediately reach your hips to guide you toward his lap. You press your crotch on his and you literally melt when you feel the friction of your covered clit on his slight hard cock. You don't know if it's because you've missed him or because Jungkook makes you brave but you feel more adventurous and drift to his throat. You kiss his neck and inhale his sweet smell you love so much. Your ministrations on his thin skin seem to please him because he squeezes your ass. It makes you want to tease him more. So you capture his lobe, between two of his earrings, between your teeth and gently tug on it.

"You need to stop that if you don't want me to fuck you rough" He adverts you

But his sexy voice is way more important than his threat, it spurs you to push on his button because how good could it feel to be fucked rough.

"Maybe I want it" You reply with a faked innocent tone

"You don't know want you're asking for, baby" He almost growls

You don't waste energy to reply and you rather lick a fat strap from his collarbone to his ear lobe. That's it for Jungkook. He has let you take a little bit of control but he can't stand it anymore, not when you're such a tease. You deserve to be fucked good and it's what he intents to do.

His moves are precise and fast, so much that it only takes you a gasp to be sit on the couch and have Jungkook on his knees between your legs. The view somewhat reminds you of the first time you've been intimate — on this very same couch.

His big palms go up and down your bare thighs, lifting up even higher your pink sundress. This simple touch electrifies you. You feel so aware of him. You thrill out of expectation, especially when you spot the perfect smirk on his handsome face — a face you want to burry between your thighs.

Your breathe gets cut off when Jungkook's hands reach higher, clamping on your ruined panties. He asks your consent with his doe eyes and you nod while biting your lower lip. In one second, your underwear is gone, thrown on the floor.

You blush as Jungkook admires your wetness. He wraps his forearms around your thighs and brings you on the edge of the couch. When his tongue lands on your intimacy, your eyes shut close and your head roll back to fully enjoy the pleasure it provides. You feel Jungkook's tongue on your clit, drawing perfect circles and sucking lightly. It's so good that you need to tug on his black hair and press him deeper against you. You moan when the metal of his piercing touches your burning and soaked pussy, making you automatically open your legs wider for him — and the tattooed man can't helping thinking how a good girl you are.

You open your eyes again and you almost faint when you notice that Jungkook was looking at you the whole time. His eyes are so bright and cute, and the contrast with his nose, lips and chin covered with your arousal is lethal. You almost choke on your spit when Jungkook enters your with his tongue.

"Kook" You groan, spurring him to fasten his pace

You are so wet, so aroused because of him, for him. You really want to think that's because you haven't seen him for a couple of days but, deep down, you know that you could feel the exact same if he had touched you this morning. It's just the effect this man has on you.

"I love how you taste" He purrs against your cunt "The most delicious little pussy in the whole world"

You wish you could have the strength to scold him but his dirty words make you clench — it's impossible to deny how much you love his praises.

"Oh god!" You moan loud when Jungkook takes a big fat strap from your entrance to your sensitive bud

You are close. You are so deep in your delirious pleasure that you notice just now that Jungkook's shoulder and arm are moving. More like jolting. Is he...?

"Oh my god!" You scream with redden cheeks when you understand that Jungkook is jerking himself off while eating your pussy

You should feel scandalized in front of the sinful scene but it actually makes you feel the opposite. It makes you feel sexy. And fuck... He is hot.

You caress Jungkook's long hair that tickles your inner thighs — which provides even more pleasure — but your intended caressing soon turns into tugging harshly on his locks because you are real close.

"I'm gonna come" You notify him with a dry throat

"Cum on my face, babe" He teases you with his stupidly hot smirk

But who are you to disobey? The fog provided by your orgasm takes over everything. You loudly moan Jungkook's name as your head rolls back and your toes curl.

You are out of breathe when you reach down Earth again but your cheeks are still burning, especially because Jungkook is still wanking.

"You are so beautiful when you cum" He murmurs, almost as if you weren't supposed to hear it

You look at how the lower part of his face is glistening with your juices and you try to wipe it off but Jungkook grabs your hand and kisses it.

Fuck.

Your heart obviously skips a beat because of your orgasm and not because of the sweet gesture, right?

"Can I cum on your stomach?" Jungkook asks so nonchalantly that you wonder if you've heard well his request

"I-uhm-yeah" You whisper for an answer

"You can say no" He reassures you, not willing you to feel trap

"No, it's okay, please do it"

You don't really know why you answer so politely to such a filthy question but it surely pleases Jungkook. He lets a 'fuck' escaping his perfect mouth and locks his eyes on your poor oversensitive cunt.

To be honest, he was too worried about you to masturbate so he knows damn well that he won't last long. He is not embarrassed because he isn't unaffected by your touch either and him cumming now doesn't mean he won't fuck you later in the night.

Just thinking about how warm and tight your pussy feels around his big cock brings him to the edge. And when your hand reaches his balls to gently caress them, it's enough for him. He spreads his hot cum on your lower stomach, painting your skin white. It's so fucking beautiful he could cry.

Jungkook loves that he can mark you this way, even though no one will know it. Hoaxed by his possessiveness, his thumb collects just a little bit of his seeds and uses it to roll smoothly on your clit. You almost jump out of surprise and pleasure. Your moans are choked but undeniably spurred by arousal.

Actually, you are so deep in pleasure that you barely register your phone ringing.

You could ignore it, except that it's a special ringtone. A ringtone you haven't heard in a long time. And you also know that, at such a late hour, it can't be for nothing.

With your heart squeezed, you jump on your feet, completely missing Jungkook's flabbergasted face. He just sits on his butt, on the floor, with his cock still out of his briefs as he watches you answering your phone while he was fucking playing with your clit.

"Oppa?" You say, causing an immediate frown on Jungkook's face

You stay silent as the caller explains the situation and stress rushes through your veins.

"I'm coming!" Sure do, Jungkook thinks with annoyance "I'll be there in just 35 minutes" You assure and hang up

You collect your panties and put them back, not even caring about your drying juices or Jungkook's cum on your stomach.

"I'm sorry, I've got to go" You tell him but you don't even look at him as you put your phone in your bag and put on your shoes

"Okay?" Jungkook replies, completely taken aback "I can drive y—"

"No thanks" You shut him down, a little harshly while you really don't want to but you are way too stressed to control your tone like you want "I see you later" You add

You land a gentle kiss on his cheek and disappear. 

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Twinkle, twinkle, where's the star?☆

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ backseat activities

Dazai couldn't help but chuckle at the sight before him, hands coming to rest on your hips as he pushed himself deeper inside your warm cunt. "What's that bella? Tired already?"

You whined in response, cheeks flushing lightly. Hissing a half-hearted "Shut up you", you readjusted your position; you were slightly hinged forward, legs wide open, draped over his thighs, triceps pressing into the leather cover of the two front seats to support you. Using the weight of your body as leverage you slowly rolled your hips against his.

It's been around half an hour since you and Dazai went on your little escapade to the parking lot, since you found yourselves in the backseat of your car and he's already made you cum twice. Your poor cunt was aching, clit swollen from the overstimulation but Dazai just wouldn't let you be. After all, he wanted to have his fun too.

"Greedy girl..." he hummed, letting out a disapproving tut "You've got your fill for today and do nothing to please me. How cruel 'donna."

You wanted to protest but before you got the chance he hooked his arms under your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest and started thrusting into you at a relentless speed.

" 'samu fuck s-slow down" you whined, earning another grin from him.

"Hm? That's what you tell me after I was good enough to do all the work myself? You've really got to learn your place bella" he purred against the shell of your ear, hot breath sending tingles through your heated body. Your gooey walls clamped down around him as the tip of his cock kept abusing your sweet spots and your back instinctively arched off his chest.

The brunette had no objection to this; the new angle allowed him to perfectly stimulate your cervix, coaxing the sweet mewls and moans he so adored to hear from you. He took a peek at your face in the rear view mirror, his cock twitching at the delicious sight: your swollen lips were slightly parted, pretty teary eyes rolling back into your skull as the perfectly done framing layers of your hair flopped in the rhythm of his thrusts. There really was nothing he loved more than seeing his pretty darling dumb on his cock.

Dazai's slender fingers ghosted over your thigh, sliding between your legs to draw lazy circles on your clit. The sudden wave of pleasure caused you to squeeze your thighs together but he quickly opened them back up using his knees.

"Be good f'me now I'm tryna make us both feel good." he cooed, fingers picking up the speed on your swollen clit and you felt yourself being pushed closer to your next orgasm.

"'samu please I'm gonna ~ fuuck" you were leaking down his cock and onto the leather seats of your car, moaning his name like a prayer as your vision clouded with tears. His thrusts ceased for a brief moment as he rested his hands on your hips, fingers gently tapping your thigh.

"Did ya just come again bella? My, oh my you greedy girl. Think you can take another one?" You desperately shook your head just as he started moving again.

"N-no Osamu please 's too much" you whined but he only hummed sweetly in reponse, pressing his lips against your neck.

"You can take it babydoll. I wanna cum too ya know?" His thrusts were slow and deep, totally opposite to his previous brutal pace; Dazai's touch was lighter, more gentle too, fingertips tracing idly up and down your torso, hands cupping your tits under your bra and lightly pinching your perked nipples. He left wet, open mouth kisses along the expanse of your neck as praises spilled from his lips. It felt borderline delirious, the burning, stinging sensation in your core was soon replaced by liquid warmth and you closed your eyes, indulging in the pleasure he granted you.

After a few heavenly minutes Dazai felt your body completely relax into his embrace and he released your pretty tits, returning his fingers to your neglected clit. His cock twitched desperately inside you; your cunt was sopping wet so he could easily slide in and out of your warmth, walls clamping down around him like a vice.

"There you go baby so good f'me. Pussy's to die for bella" he hummed as he thrusted up a few more times before spilling his load inside you. You groaned at the sudden feeling, eyes rolling back into your skull as you gushed around him once again.

Dazai lazily fucked his cum deep inside you before slowly raising your hips and pulling out. A little amount of your mixed juices trickled down onto the seats, pooling between his thighs.

With a lazy smile and ragged breath, Dazai brushed a few damp strands of his chocolate hair from his face and pressed his lips against your shoulder in a tender kiss.

"Well bella, guess the cleaning expenses are gonna cost us a fortune"

[ms-snape]

I really want jealous reader. 😂 Imagine Severus and reader are on romantic dinner and some girl start flirting with Sev in front of reader. Reader is really jealous but Severus can handle the situation perfectly.

Title: Jealousy

Warning: Jealous reader

Words Count: 2500+

Masterlist

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The ambiance in the dimly lit restaurant was tranquil, softened by the warm glow of candles flickering atop the white-clothed tables. The scent of roasted garlic and herbs wafted through the air, mingling with the faint sound of a string quartet playing a lilting melody in the corner. Shadows danced along the walls, cast by the flickering flames, creating a cozy intimacy that enveloped Severus Snape and Y/N.

Y/N glanced across the table at Severus, her heart swelling as she observed the way the candlelight played upon his features. His dark hair framed his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his obsidian eyes, which bore the weight of countless secrets and unspoken desires. Tonight, he wore a deep green dress robe that made his pale skin appear even more luminous, and Y/N couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly elegant he looked.

“Is the meal to your satisfaction?” Severus asked, his voice low and smooth, pulling her from her reverie. His gaze held a hint of curiosity as he leaned slightly closer, the flickering candlelight illuminating the contours of his face.

“It’s perfect, Sev” she replied, her voice warm with affection. “But I think the company is even better.” A smile spread across her lips, and she reached across the table to entwine her fingers with his.

Severus's expression softened for a brief moment, and the corners of his mouth turned upward in a rare smile. Y/N's heart fluttered at the sight. In moments like this, they were simply two souls lost in each other, separated from the harsh realities of the world outside.

But as if the universe had conspired to shatter this blissful moment, the waitress approached their table, her demeanor bright and flirty, her hair bouncing as she moved with a confident sway. Dressed in a form-fitting black dress, she exuded an effortless charm that filled the air with a tingle of tension.

“Good evening! Can I get you anything else?” Her voice was melodious, each syllable laced with an alluring undertone as she focused her gaze on Severus. “You look absolutely dashing tonight,” she continued, her eyes sparkling as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, leaning slightly over the table, her chest almost touching the surface.

Y/N’s heart sank, and a flicker of irritation ignited within her. She could feel her fingers tightening around Severus’s as she forced herself to maintain a neutral expression, desperately trying to mask the sudden rush of jealousy that flooded her system. Why did this woman think she could just flirt with him like that? Did she not see they were having a private moment?

Severus, however, remained unfazed. He straightened in his seat, maintaining a regal composure that spoke volumes of his self-assured nature. “Thank you,” he replied, his tone cool and measured. “I would appreciate it if you could bring us the dessert menu.” He held her gaze for a moment longer, and Y/N marveled at how effortlessly he dismissed the flirtation without any hint of discomfort.

The waitress seemed momentarily taken aback by his disinterest, but she quickly regained her composure. “Of course! I’ll be right back.” With a final flutter of her eyelashes, she turned on her heel, strutting away with an air of confidence that only deepened Y/N's feelings of envy.

“Y/N?” Severus’s voice cut through her thoughts, laced with a slight concern as he noticed her sudden change in demeanor. “Are you alright?”

She forced a smile, though it felt tight and strained. “Of course, I’m fine,” she replied, her voice slightly sharper than she intended. “Just… enjoying the ambiance.”

His dark eyebrows knitted together in concern, and Y/N could see him weighing her words carefully. “You don’t seem fine,” he remarked, his tone gentle yet probing. “If there’s something on your mind, you can share it with me.”

With a deep breath, she wrestled with her emotions, knowing that if she didn’t speak now, the bitterness would only fester. “It’s just… that waitress. She was really… enthusiastic.”

Severus’s expression shifted slightly, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Enthusiastic?”

“Yes,” Y/N replied, her voice rising slightly in indignation. “She was practically throwing herself at you! And you just sat there and took it.”

“Hardly,” he countered, his tone now more serious as he leaned closer. “I did no such thing. I merely answered her questions.”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “It just felt like she was trying to get your attention. You could have at least looked a little uncomfortable!”

His expression softened again, and he reached for her hand, gently coaxing her fingers open to entwine them with his. “You know how I feel about you, don’t you? Nothing can change that.”

At that moment, the waitress returned, her presence cutting through the tension like a knife. “Here’s the dessert menu! I recommend the chocolate soufflé; it’s simply divine.” Her gaze flicked between them, and Y/N could sense the subtle challenge in her tone as if she were silently asserting her place in the evening.

Severus turned his attention to the menu, seemingly unfazed by the woman’s persistence. “Thank you,” he said, his voice curt. “We’ll take two soufflés.”

As the waitress walked away, Y/N felt a mix of resentment and gratitude. She appreciated Severus's ability to remain composed, but the weight of her jealousy threatened to choke her.

“See?” Severus said, his voice low as he leaned closer, the warmth of his presence calming her tumultuous thoughts. “I handle these matters with utmost grace.”

“Grace?” Y/N scoffed lightly, a teasing glint in her eyes. “Is that what you call it? I saw the way she looked at you.”

“I assure you, her gaze was nothing more than idle curiosity,” he replied, his lips quirking into a smirk. “You should know I find such attention tiresome.”

The corners of her mouth turned up, despite her earlier frustrations. “Maybe you should have told her that.”

Severus tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes. “And deprive her of the opportunity to serve us dessert? That would be cruel.”

Y/N laughed softly, the tension in her chest easing as their banter flowed naturally once more. “I suppose you’re right. But you have to admit, it’s a little infuriating.”

He nodded, his expression turning contemplative. “Jealousy is a potent potion, Y/N. It can cloud judgment and twist thoughts.”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Are you saying you’re above jealousy?”

“Hardly,” he replied, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned closer. “But I recognize it for what it is. You, however, must understand that my heart belongs to you.”

The sincerity in his voice sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt the last remnants of her jealousy dissipate under the warmth of his gaze. “I know,” she murmured, her heart swelling with love. “I just… sometimes it’s hard.”

“I understand,” Severus said softly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand in a soothing motion. “But you must trust me. Trust in us.”

Their dessert arrived moments later, but the atmosphere had shifted, the tension easing as they focused on each other rather than the past few moments. The chocolate soufflé was decadent, but Y/N’s focus remained on Severus, whose eyes sparkled with mischief as he savored each bite.

“Delicious,” he commented, his voice low and rich, reminiscent of dark velvet. “Almost as good as the company.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Perhaps,” he replied, leaning back in his chair with a smug expression. “But you are the one who provokes me.”

As the evening wore on, the flirtatious waitress was quickly forgotten. Y/N and Severus settled into their own rhythm, laughter mingling with tender glances, their connection deepening with each passing moment. The world outside melted away, leaving just the two of them enveloped in their own bubble of intimacy.

“Thank you for tonight,” Y/N said softly, her heart full as they finished their desserts. “I really needed this.”

Severus regarded her with warmth, his dark eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that made her breath hitch. “I would do anything for you, Y/N. You must know that.”

“I do,” she replied, her voice steady. “And I’m sorry for being jealous. I just…”

He raised a hand, silencing her words with a gentle smile. “There is nothing to apologize for. We are only human, after all.”

Y/N nodded, feeling a renewed sense of warmth wash over her as they shared this moment of vulnerability. “I just want you to know that you mean everything to me.”

Severus leaned across the table, his expression serious yet tender. “And you, my dear, are my heart. Nothing can ever change that.”

Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the weight of the world fell away, leaving only the purity of their connection. Y/N smiled, feeling lighter, her heart brimming with love, as Severus reached for her hand once more.

The night continued, each moment shared becoming a thread woven into the fabric of their relationship, binding them closer together. And in the face of jealousy, they had discovered the strength of their love—a bond that could weather any storm, unyielding and fierce.

As they left the restaurant, hand in hand, the moonlight illuminated their path, casting a silvery glow that felt almost magical. Y/N looked up at Severus, her heart racing as she realized how lucky she was to have him by her side, even when the world outside threatened to pull them apart.

“Promise me something,” she said, her voice steady.

“Anything,” he replied, a curious glint in his eye.

“Promise me you’ll always be honest with me, no matter what.”

He nodded, his expression serious. “I promise, Y/N. Always.”

As they stepped into the cool night air, the world felt different, the earlier tension dissipating like mist under the morning sun. They walked through the cobbled streets, the soft sounds of the night embracing them. Severus’s grip on her hand was steady, a reassuring reminder of his presence.

Once they arrived at their house, the familiar sight of the imposing stone structure greeted them. Y/N took a moment to admire the way the moonlight highlighted the contours of the building, casting long shadows that whispered of the mysteries contained within. Severus led her through the entrance, the door creaking open to reveal the warmth and comfort of his sanctuary.

Inside, the atmosphere shifted again, becoming more intimate as they stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The flickering light from the fireplace cast a golden hue on the dark wooden furniture, and the scent of aged books and potions lingered in the air, wrapping around them like a warm embrace.

“Would you like some tea?” Severus asked, his voice low, a subtle hint of concern lacing his tone as he surveyed her expression.

Y/N shook her head, her heart feeling full as she took a moment to appreciate the space that felt like home. “No, I’m fine. I just want to be here with you.”

He smiled, and the warmth in his gaze made her heart flutter. “Then let’s take a moment to enjoy the silence.”

They settled on the plush couch in front of the fireplace, the soft crackling of the flames providing a soothing backdrop to the evening. Y/N leaned against Severus, her head resting against his shoulder as they fell into a comfortable silence, their fingers still intertwined.

The events of the night began to replay in her mind, the initial spark of jealousy followed by the warmth of his words. “I know I shouldn’t have let her get to me,” she said softly, breaking the tranquil silence.

Severus turned his head slightly to look at her, his expression understanding. “It is only natural to feel that way, Y/N. It speaks to your feelings for me.”

Y/N smiled softly, the tension in her chest unwinding as she felt the warmth of his presence. “I guess I just worry sometimes.”

“About what?” he asked, genuinely curious as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“About losing you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes it feels like the world is trying to pull you away.”

Severus’s expression darkened momentarily, a flicker of anger surfacing at the thought of anything threatening their bond. “You need not worry about that. I am not easily swayed by superficiality. My heart is steadfast.”

Y/N looked up at him, her heart swelling with love. “I know. It’s just… the world can be cruel, and I’m afraid of losing the one thing that means everything to me.”

He cupped her face gently, his thumb brushing against her cheek as he leaned closer. “You will not lose me. I am yours, and I intend to remain so. No amount of flirting or attention from others can sway my feelings for you.”

The intensity of his gaze sent warmth coursing through her veins, and she felt her heart soar as she leaned into his touch. “Thank you for reassuring me,” she whispered.

“Always,” he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N leaned in, capturing his lips with hers in a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with promise and reassurance, a silent affirmation of their bond. As they pulled away, she could see the depth of his feelings mirrored in his dark eyes, the flicker of the fire reflecting the love they shared.

“I needed this evening more than I realized,” she admitted, her voice a gentle sigh. “It reminded me of what we have.”

Severus nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “And what we have is worth fighting for, Y/N. Worth protecting.”

She nestled closer to him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear, the comfort of his presence washing over her like a warm blanket. “I feel so lucky to have you,” she murmured, feeling a surge of gratitude for the moments they shared.

As the night deepened, they remained entwined on the couch, the warmth of the fire casting a golden glow around them. Time seemed to stretch, each moment laden with the weight of their unspoken promises and desires.

Eventually, Y/N felt her eyelids growing heavy, lulled by the warmth of Severus beside her. “Are you tired?” he asked, his voice a gentle murmur as he noticed her drowsiness.

“Just a little,” she replied, stifling a yawn. “But I don’t want this moment to end.”

“You don’t have to. You can stay here as long as you wish,” he said softly, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soothing motion.

She nodded, her heart full as she settled deeper against him. “Thank you, Severus. For everything.”

“Thank you for trusting me,” he replied, his voice a low whisper. “I promise to always earn that trust.”

And as the fire crackled softly, Y/N drifted into a peaceful slumber, cradled in the safety of Severus’s arms. In that moment, with the world outside forgotten and the warmth of their connection enveloping them, she knew without a doubt that they would weather any storm together.

[sirfrogsworth]

I have a favorite photo.

It's the one I am most proud of.

It involved a lot of luck, but also required a lot of effort to capture.

I use it as the header for this Tumblr.

It was a foggy morning and I thought it looked spooky. My instincts were telling me I could get a unique image. I dragged out my lighting equipment and had Otis roam around in the yard. I set up my shot in an area I knew he would pass by. I didn't have wireless flash triggers yet, so I was using the little flash on top of my camera to trigger my big flash. But that doesn't work great outside. Typically it is meant to bounce off walls and ceilings so the external flash can see the light. I was trying to use a tiny mirror in front of my little flash to direct the light towards the big flash. But I kept getting the angle wrong and my flash was only firing once every few shots. I also kept missing focus as I was concentrating on too many things at once.

By all accounts, it would take a miracle to get the shot.

I should not have gotten a good shot.

But for one single frame... the fog, the sun, Otis, and my flash all cooperated.

I didn't even realize my efforts had worked until I loaded the files onto the computer. And the second this image popped onto my screen, my jaw dropped.

Up until this point I had never captured an image of this quality before. This was very early in my photography journey and I was still figuring things out. And I think seeing what was possible—what I was actually capable of capturing—that was the moment I was all in. The moment I wanted to be a "real" photographer.

This is the RAW file. The side of his face was a bit dark, but that is why you shoot in RAW. That is recoverable.

This is my original edit in 2013. The biggest thing that bothered me was the ear tips. I always wish I hadn't cut those off.

But thankfully technology has advanced enough that I can give Otis his full ears back.

And here is the remastered 2024 edition...

I used other images as reference to make sure the ear shape and size was perfect. And I also used another image of his Super Otis badge facing forward and comped that in.

Otis has a very specific shade of orange fur and it is very sensitive to editing. If you make him brighter, the orange changes to the wrong orange. If you make him darker, same thing. But I am hopeful I got that lovely orange fur pretty close to his actual coat.

I don't know if I would have fallen in love with this artform without this image. Or without Otis. He gave me so much in his short time in this world. I can never thank him enough for that.

[kp-alice]

Romantic greed (the best kind). | sub!Yeosang smut

Word count: 1 191

Warnings: pegging, sub!yeosang x condescending!dom!reader (they're both into it, it's okay), the slightest bit of what could be considered a corruption kink (nothing creepy, though, obv), begging, slightly fluffy during some parts.

A/N: So, uh... this fic was not planned at all, lol. I'm currently working on a few longer fics which aren't anywhere near finished, but today I had the displeasure of listening to two insanely racist, homophobic and just generally ignorant people talking loudly on the train for two hours straight, and somehow my annoyance turned into this. Don't ask me how, the frustration just made me want to fuck a man, okay,?? Yeah, that's pretty much it. Hope you enjoy!!

A/N 2: Btw, this is part of a small event I did on both this blog and my other, more sfw one, @seohwang! Go check it out if you're interested in some Jongho fluff ♥

The bed rocked back and forth with your powerful thrusts, the bed frame grazing against the wall every now and then. Accompanying the squeaking of the cheap wood were Yeosang's breathy moans, sounding like absolute heaven to your ears. He was clutching the pillow in front of him as tightly as he could, occasionally burying his face into it to muffle any wanton whimpers. His back was arched just the way you liked it, showcasing his beautiful broad back with muscle rippling all over. You would have taken a picture if you could, the scene was so pretty. Oh well. For now, all you could do was burn the image in front of you into your memory and grip his hips even tighter.

Yeosang keened as you leaned over his back to whisper into his ear, the change in angle hitting all the right spots in him.

"Roll over for me, handsome."

He bit his lip at your words, feeling the blush already tinting his cheeks get even deeper. He'd never admit it, but he loved it when you treated him like eye candy. Just a little boy toy for you to indulge in. Not that you needed him to admit anything, his reactions to the pet names you'd throw his way were more than enough.

Feeling you pull out of him, Yeosang shuddered, forcing his limbs to cooperate. With weak arms and legs, he flipped over, instinctively spreading his legs for you to slot your body between them. And when you did so, he couldn't help but let out a calm, content sigh. The sight of you like this, leaned over his sluggish yet excited body with your equally as tired but aroused one, buzzing with love and eagerness to make the both of you feel as good as possible, was nothing short of breath-taking. He didn't care about what society deemed the right, conventional way of lovemaking. Because in this moment, and even afterwards as he'd likely be recalling this over and over in his head, everything just felt so right. He was yours and you were his, inside and out.

His hazy thoughts of adoration were halted, however, as he felt something prod at him again. His excitement quickly turned to confusion, though, as he realized it wasn't your strap this time. Though initially similar in shape, he noticed it was much thinner yet warmer. Looking down, he caught a glimpse of your two fingers just as they began slipping inside of him.

Yeosang let out a teary, malcontent whine, feeling the slowly building orgasm in him stagnate. "Wait, no! I want- I need your cock in me, please!" he begged, grinding down on your hand to chase after the dwindling pleasure. "I was getting so close, please please please, I need more than this!"

Your core ached hearing him beg, and his thrusts against your palm certainly weren't helping. Despite his hole already being prepped and fucked loose, you could still feel every clench of him around your fingers, only adding to your unending arousal. Leaning over him even more, you looked down at him in faux remorse, contrasting the way your hand started pushing even harder into him. "But I want to feel you some more, hun," you explained with a fake, patronizing pout, "the strap is fun and all, but I can't feel you squeezing me with it nearly as much as I can like this. I need to know I'm making my boy feel good, right?"

Yeosang whimpered at your explanation, knowing you weren't going to budge until he'd give in to your game. With one hand clutching the pillow under his head again, he brought the other down to his twitching, neglected cock. He tentatively wrapped his fingers around it, looking up to gauge your reaction. When you didn't say anything, he slowly began stroking himself, huffing a strained breath from finally getting at least a fraction of the pleasure he so craved.

But even then, his hand and your fingers curling inside of him just weren't enough.

"Y/N, please," he began again, suppressing all shame churning his stomach as he conceded at last. "Please, I really- fuck! I need it! Please fuck me again, I promise you can use your fingers on me later but I-" a suppressed cry slipped past his lips and his hips bucked up as you hit his prostate dead-on, "I really need to cum right now."

The moment he saw your smirk, he knew he was done for.

"Aww, you need to cum?" You asked condescendingly, to which he nodded abashedly. "And my fingers just aren't doing it anymore, are they? You need something more, huh," you adjusted your hand, fingers reaching just a little deeper now, "something bigger," scissoring the two digits, you felt Yeosang shiver again, "my cock."

Closing his eyes and clenching his jaw, he nodded vehemently, already getting excited again just at the thought of it. You chuckled at his response, unable to hide your genuine, giddy smile. Luckily, Yeosang couldn't see your facade breaking, too busy willing the blazing hot blush off his face and chest.

"I've really spoiled you, haven't I?" You asked rhetorically, curling your fingers inside of him a few more times before finally sliding out. "You used to get all sensitive and shy whenever you'd ask me to finger you, and look at you now."

Yeosang let out a small sniffle at your words, which quickly turned to a gasp as he finally felt the blunt tip of your strap press up against his clenching hole again.

"Now you're begging me to fuck you with my bigger strap because not even the other one can satisfy you anymore."

Yeosang whimpered as you finally slid back home, hands flying up and around your neck to hold on for dear life as you quickly returned to your original, rough pace.

Noticing he was too distracted by you inside of him to keep stroking himself, you decided to help him out with your free hand, the other holding tightly onto his hip.

Yeosang cried out weakly at the added stimulation, brain starting to fog over from the onslaught of pleasure. His nails dug into your back as you jostled him up on the bed with your thrusts, leaving pretty marks he knew you both would be marveling at in the mirror later.

"...but guess what, Sangie," you suddenly spoke up again, bringing your boyfriend out of his thoughts just as his mind was starting to get a little too hazy.

Taking a few shallow breaths, he dared his voice to answer, "w-what?"

Yeosang squealed the moment you fully leaned over him, resting your chest against his as you drove your strap right into his g-spot. His eyes squeezed shut at the electrifying feeling and he buried his face into your neck to breathe you in while his legs wrapped around your torso. His hands were still clutching onto you tightly, the tremble in them worsening the closer he got to his long-awaited orgasm of the night.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

Thank you so much for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated!! <3

[krahk]

Blood for Ruin

Part One

Masterlist

Thank you all so much for the love and support for Part One, it is always so scary sharing brain children. You are all amazing.

Part Two

(Or, Alastor Proves he Makes a Shit Hotel Host by Bullying a Murder Victim)

By the time you opened your eyes, you had been moved to a bed, a comfy bed, in a warm lit room that was modestly decorated. And you were alone, thank god. Sitting up on the edge of the bed and kicking the sheets off as you straightened up. You stretched in a vain attempt to bring yourself some comfort, at least in body if not the mind. Doing this however, resulted in an immediate eye opening panic, because the sides of your arms brushing against either side of your head caught onto nothing.

Y’no, nothing. Nothing where ears should be. Looking around frantically, there was a cracked door heading into what was possibly a bathroom- please god, please be a bathroom. You body checked the frame as you ran in, muttering a whiny ‘ow’ before flicking a switch that turned on the overhead lights by the sink. Door open, lights on aaaand yep. Yep, yep yep. Ears missing. Hyperventilating now, you stumbled to the vanity and braced yourself on the ledge, staring into your own reflection as the panic began to set in.

Hell took your ears!? This was fucking ridiculous. Could one bitch to the devil? But also…how…how were you hearing? Because you definitely could hear. In fact you could hear better than before, like the wind outside rattling against something and a creak from the walls possibly 2 rooms over. Your brain might have been empty of explanation but your ears more than made up for it in what you heard. You leaned towards the mirror, turning your head back and forth trying to figure out what had happened to you. Then you felt it, a twitch, a little itch, at the very top of your head. Eyes drifted upwards to the pair of soft brown ears (?) That didn't quite point straight up, instead pointing more in a 45 degree angle. The left one was flicking of its own accord. The scream that left your mouth was instinctual, and loud.

Almost immediately you heard a knocking at the door and Charlie waltzed in, breathing hard, indicating the speed in which she came to your need. You spun around to meet her eyes, hands whipping to the very soft - so soft - ears utop your crown, breath shaking as you tried to get control over yourself.

“Ooohhh, yes, yes you’ve discovered your adorable new features! Thank goodness, I was so worried!” Charlie said, hands waving in front of her before clasping them together on her chest. “Everyone who comes to hell as a sinner takes on a delightful new appearance that reflects the way they lived and died! It’s a great way for you to meet new people and uh…learn to live a better life in spite of them! Many people take on animal appearances, my dad thinks it’s because every soul transcends the image of a human body.”

Still taking large breaths to keep yourself from screaming, your stuttering proof of your inability to form basic words, Charlie continued.

“Angel Dust is a spider, we think because he was involved in a ‘web of crime’ with his exciting mafia family - Husk…well okay Husk is interesting because I’m pretty sure cats in the overworld don’t have wings but he was a gambler before death so maybe he was just lucky to get wings too! You know, cards fell in his favour ha-haaa…” She trailed off awkwardly, face scrunching in a manner that you understood as her realising maybe she wasn’t explaining any part of this new discovery very well. She rubbed the back of her head with one hand, the other one placing itself on her hip. “Alastor is a deer demon, and it looks like you could be one too! I mean, you’ve got similar ears, although yours are much cuter because they are kind of floppy. And your nose is so cute! Like a baby doe! You’re pretty adorable honestly.”

You glanced at the mirror again, hands finally falling to your face to rest on your chin with your fingers covering your mouth lightly, spaced apart to allow your haggard breathing to come in and out. She was right, you did have a cute nose, it was similar to Charlie’s in appearance, and your ears did closely resemble the ears of a hooved forest animal. They reminded you of a mule deer's ears, the only deers you ever saw in Oregon (where your home was). Looking closer at yourself without the same level of panic your eyes moved back and forth rapidly taking in the new details of your person. Your skin all around was a sort of fawn colour, if fawn the colour could look dead. It was as if Bambi had died and his fur turned an ashier colour devoid of the warmth of active blood. That was you! Your ears were a dark blonde peppered with black, complimenting the soft blondish brown of your hair. Fingertips and nails were black, the black creeping up your arms before ending below the sleeve of your short sleeved pyjama top. You looked down and poked your foot out a bit to see if your lower limbs matched and hooray…they did.

In another world, maybe one where this was a costume, you would admit that you were cute out loud. However denial was still the leading emotion so you just slightly nodded at yourself before slowly turning around to face your gracious host once more.

“So. I’m a deer, so that’s a fun new fact…will I stay this way while I’m…here?” You winced at your admission of hell being your new place of residency.

“Yup!” Charlie replied in a chipper voice.

”And if I manage to get to heaven…will I change into something new?”

Charlie paused, the hand that was on her head had shifted to her chin, finger now tapping in pensive thought. “Hmm, I’m not sure? But from what my dad has said, humans who go up to heaven also take on forms that reflect their earthly life. Soooo you would probably stay a deer.”

”How would your dad know? Can we talk to the people in heaven?” This casual conversation was helping hasten the subsiding panic.

“Uh no. Heaven and Hell are pretty much separated all the time, except for the extermination BUT we’re working on that…My dad is Lucifer. Like the archangel!”

Your face was in obvious shock. Jaw dropped lightly and your hands came to your sternum, and you gaped at Charlie with wide eyes. “Lucifer? Like…the Devil? Satan himself?” What the actual fuck, why was your luck so cursed?

Charlie rocked back and forth on her heels, slightly grimacing from your comments before answering. “Yes, my dad is the Devil - but Satan is his own person, lots of people get them confused, much to dad’s chagrin. Lucifer Morningstar is my dad, the Devil, the King of Hell, fallen angel, and Satan is just the Lord of Wrath. It’s all very simple once you’ve been here a while.” Charlie had come to your side and wrapped her arm around your shoulders to walk you out of the bathroom. ”You should really join us downstairs for a proper tour, breakfast was over a while ago but we might be able to find some lunch in case you’re hungry.”

Your stomach rumbled at the thought of food. Was Hell just like Earth, but scarier? And redder? Would you need to get a job? Pay taxes? Oh good god, was Hell was just the worst part of living on monotonous repeat? Brutal. And certainly great punishment.

“We can work on getting you some more personal clothing later, but you are Vaggie look to be around the same size so she’s dropped off a few pieces just to get you in gear for redemption! I should probably go tell the others that you’re fine. I can’t wait for you to join us!” Charlie was so sickly sweet it was crazy to think she was the daughter of the Devil. She was too cheerful for a normal person, never mind a demon. She waved to you and said bye before closing the door as she exited.

Picking up the first couple of pieces in the donated pile, you dressed yourself in a shorter dress with a billowing skirt oh my god you have a tail ignore it ignore it ignore it and thicker grey socks that went all the way up to the middle of your thighs, covering up your black skin meeting up with the length of the dress. The dress was a softer white colour, not as bright as a crisp, new piece, this was a well loved item. No complaints, it was broken in and you were grateful for the gift. The only questionable features were the X’s that were placed directly over the nipples of the top. That was…quite the fashion statement. No time to be picky, something would be better than the pyjamas you died in. No shoes were provided so you simply walked out of the room into the hallway without.

The hallway appeared neverending from both sides, the detailed wallpaper and carpet going for visual miles. Which way was the right way? Good thing you were unconscious when you were brought up here, makes it much easier to retrace your steps. You were grateful for your giant new ears because it seemed like you could follow the sound of chatter down a hall.

Frowning, you let instinct take over and you went to the right. You were passing a door on your left and you felt the hair on your body begin to rise, a staticky sensation passing over your skin. It was a similar feeling to when you would take a giant fleece blanket out of the dryer when it was still warm. You shuddered and made an audible noise of discomfort. Thankfully it appeared that you chose the right path however, since you found yourself at a set of stairs that appeared to curve to the lower floor. You could hear the chatter clearer- “She screamed at the mirror? She’s adorable! She coulda been a worm or a giant slug or-” You shook your head, attempting to ignore the conversation you were accidentally eavesdropping on. A click was heard behind you and you whipped around to face the creature that resulted in your uncomfortable welcome to the hotel in the first place.

Alastor.

Now that he wasn’t talking and simply staring at you, analysing your being, you could really take in his face. Large, red eyes with a frightening depth to them were framed by darker red skin on his lids, his nose somehow sharp but similar to your own, his was more nose-like however. His smile was the worst part though. You were unsure of what could possibly make him smile so wide. His teeth were very large, and clean despite their colour. Strange for a person framed after a prey animal to have such sharp teeth, and you instinctively ran your tongue over your own behind your lips to discover sharper canines only, nothing comparable to the man in front of you.

In the silence his eyes narrowed and focused on you, making his face far more intimidating. Again, an unintentional shiver ran down your back and you shuddered under his gaze. You were a startled deer, caught in his frightening gaze. You were so unsure and uncomfortable with the situation that you had completely missed that he said something to you. You closed your eyes and shook your head to get out of your thoughts.

”Pardon? I’m sorry, I missed what you said there.” You admitted with crossed fingers that he would accept the apology.

”Yes, clearly. I merely asked you if you slept well! You took quite a nasty fall to the floor! Generally people know my history before I can make them faint from fear so I will accept the compliment. It appears as if my sabbatical has had very little effect on my presence.” He bowed slightly in a polite manner, arm crossing over his stomach as he did so, the other arm holding a microphone that was promptly used as a cane once he came up from his polite gesture. You had done a small curtsy in return, awkwardly grabbing the side of the small skirt to fulfil the action. He appeared to nod in acknowledgment, hopefully appreciating the polite return.

Your arms dropped back to your side as you processed what the man had said. Things were only going to continue to confuse you. This was all a nightmare, honestly.

“Now, on to a more serious matter,” He snapped his fingers, and the both of you were in a different room. Two chairs to your left were angled around a small table, the little radio featured on top of it. God damn it that fucking thing again. Farther behind one of the chairs however, the room opened into a bayou swamp environment - dark, marshy and foggy, the eerie sounds coming from it promised danger of an unknown kind. What kind of place was this? You could feel your ears flick from the ambient sounds coming from the strange forest as Alastor continued his interrogation. Walking to the antique, he asked “What were you doing with my radio, my dear?” Gesturing with his free hand to the little machine.

You essentially vomited out the story behind it, where you found it, why you were there, the reason you took it home with you. He listened intently, glancing at it once you finished your very brief history with the item. It truly wasn't a scandalous thing that you pilfered from some ritzy location, you salvaged it from a hoarder's house after it was put there by a woman with an obsession with Antiques Roadshow.

“If it is yours, why did it come here with me? Charlie said that possessions don’t follow souls into hell, but this did?” You inquired, hoping perhaps he held the answer.

Alastor became pensive “Hmmm. It is quite peculiar that it came with you. What were you doing with it? Please do not miss a single detail my dear, I am curious about our situation.

You frowned. What else other than grabbing the cord as you fell back? You listed out your actions on your fingers, reciting out loud the steps you took before your death. When you landed on the finger you paired with ‘took the back panel off-‘ he shouted a sharp ha-Hah! Confused and with a frown you continued, ending with cutting your hand on it before putting everything back together and heading to bed. Well, then dying. The actual ending.

“Are you sure that was all you did? Do not leave a single detail out, or you might regret it.” A sound attune with a record scratch sound from nowhere as you stared at the demon. Took radio home, took radio apart, bled on the radio, cleaned blood off the radio - your eyes went wide. And you silently checked off a step you missed in your story. You had cleaned blood off the symbols in the radio, the ones that looked like they themselves had been written in blood. Alastors gaze sharpened at your realisation.

“On the panel, inside the radio…” You started, “There were these symbols inside of it, I didn’t really get a good look at them before cutting my hand open,” You absentmindedly looked at your palm only to see a bright white scar where the long cut once was. Already? A Scar in hell? Alastor had stalked towards you and grabbed your hand to look at it. The air around the two of you was suffocating. It was difficult to think straight with him in front of you. And you were suddenly hyper aware of yourself, and him. Holding your hand was almost too much to handle and you tried to pull it back only for him to grip harder, nails pressing into your hand painfully. He raised his other hand palm up and held it beside yours. A matching scar was present. He frowned, though his smile was still prominent.

Dropping your hand he returned to the radio and black shadow tendrils rose from the floor and grabbed it, taking pieces off and placing the back panel of it in his hands. In silence he looked at the mess before entering into a low laugh, one that increased with each breath before he was near hysteria. His figure increased in size, antlers growing in size from his head, limbs lengthening - he swung his head to face yours as his figure started to loom over yours.

“Well my dear, we seem to have a problem” he said in a strange, distorted voice, his figure still looming. “You have compromised some old runes within my radio…it could possibly explain how you ended up here, with us, looking as you do.” Halfway through his terrifying statement he had returned to his ‘normal’ form and fluffed out the lapel of his coat as he did so. Eyes returning to yours the room became darker, and green symbols similar to the ones in the radio appeared on the floor, some appearing to raise up and float around the two of you.

“You will not mention any part of this radio or what you know of it, including where it was found or how you came into possession with it. You will not let others know of how your scar came on your person, and you certainly will not mention any of the runes you saw.” He wasn’t making a request, he was clearly demanding it. It felt as if wind was billowing his hair and coat as his eyes took on a much brighter look. ”If you do, I promise you will regret having ever come here and I will devour your soul only after a long and painful torture, am I clear?” You nodded in acknowledgement, knowing that the only reason you had not thrown up yet was the complete lack of food in your system, though the bile was resting at the back of your throat from fear.

He raised his hand to yours in a handshake motion, beckoning you with the outreached hand to join yours with his. You grabbed his hand with your own, both scars meeting in the middle, and they began to glow before he said only one word - “Deal?”

Well really, was there any other option? You nodded before he tsk-tsked your action, “I need vocal consent my dear, it is required.” The last word turning dark with static.

“Deal.” You barked out, and as soon as you responded, the room reverted back to its original state immediately. Alastor took his hand back and wiped it on the opposite sleeve. ”Excellent. You may leave now, the stairs will direct you right into the lobby. Please tell Ms. Morningstar that my afternoon has changed and I am unable to join her.” The door swung open on its own accord and black tangible tendrils of shadow had all but shoved you across the room and out the door before slamming the door shut so hard you swore the wood splintered slightly.

You paused to catch your breath, staring at the door, which you now knew led to Alastors Room. On the other side you could tell he must have been pacing back and forth, his heels clacking on the hard floors as he did so. Soon after however, it sounded as if a wild animal was throwing furniture and ripping fabric, loud screaming as it did so. Not about to stick around, you sprinted to the stairs and nearly slipped from the lack of shoes trying to place distance between you and the Demon upstairs. You kept up the pace on the main floor until you ran past an open door and caught sight of Charlie sitting on a sofa. You entered the room, out of breath and slightly sweaty from the encounter upstairs. She waved excitedly before patting the open seat beside her for you to sit as she held up an apple in her other hand. You sat, accepted the apple and took a bite before looking at the Television and promptly choking as you watched a news anchor discuss something called an ‘Extermination’, didn’t Charlie mention that upstairs?

Thankfully, once things had settled down in your head, you found yourself swept up in trust exercises, oh goody. Thankfully this spiralled into chaos and you were glad everyone had simply accepted your presence without hesitation, there were far more exciting things happening. It was especially comforting that Alastor would be keeping his promise and leaving on an outing for the day.

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I will add here, this will be a semi-slow burn. Alastor is aroace pre-reader, but with time things change. Time, magic, and forced proximity.

[gooppoo]

i know you have a lot in your plate but neteyam kissing reader for the first time while fucking her?? he’s not a kissing guy but my man folded for reader lmfao (write it when your request will be open if you’d like to!”

– 🍤 anon

awe dis is so cute <3

Just a kiss.

Requests Closed!!

mdni.

warnings: p in v, kissing duh, Neteyam kinda just being a cutie pie ig and agedup!Neteyam ofc

The whole point of missionary is to see each others faces.

You're supposed to hold each other, cuddle, get tangled up in each others limbs.

Kiss.

Usually kissing is synonymous (sometimes required) in order for the deed to be done, but Neteyam had proved otherwise. He wasn't big on the idea of kissing, in fact you two had never kissed. This might usually deter people, but there was an odd charm about it.

Saving your first kiss for something super special. Besides him literally being inside of you, a kiss was incredibly intimate. But you didn't always need to kiss to be intimate. Neteyam knew how to get your tail flicking and you steamy just with a few touches. He'd always tease the idea of a kiss, and somehow that frustration would manifest into desire which opened your flood gates for him. With his magic fingers he'd have you cumming once, and with his dick, cumming twice...sometimes three times.

But never a kiss.

Sometimes you'd want to kiss him after a long session, just because you were overflowing with endorphins and wanted to find another way to express your appreciation. But you held back, respecting Neteyam and you in a way - because you knew when the time came it would be amazing.

So you're in that position now. It started with you and Neteyam doing your duties around the clan, and when he finished up he came by to watch you until you were done. You were preparing food for some of the children and elderly you looked after when Neteyam snuck up behind you and danced his fingers around the front of your torso. His tail tickled your thigh and he hummed in the crook of your neck. Sweetly, he swayed you back and forth, even beginning to hum a song...

then you felt him against your ass.

He must've been pent up all day. So you teased him by moving your hips against his, offering him a pathetic amount of friction. He sighed into your shoulder.

"What's going on back there?" You murmured, continuing to prepare food.

His warm breath and sultry lips found your ear, "I have been thinking about you all day. I think about the noises you make and I get hot. Let me make you feel good."

Not long after that you had your duties fulfilled, we're back at your shared space, and had Neteyam pressing inside of you. The fill was familiar but still as toe curling as the first time.

One hand cradled your head, the other slotted under your arm and keeping him from releasing all his weight onto you. Your legs were on his hips, fingers in his hair or tickling his face. Neteyam had set a loving pace with a wonderful angle so he could hear you gasp and whine. Even his pelvis ground against your clit, hitting all the marks.

Like clockwork, your sweat began to mix and your legs and arms began to shift to find a better way to just be closer and to feel each other better. With the little prep you had, Neteyam had unintentionally trained you to be lustful for him at the feel of his fingers, or the embarrassing imprint of him on your backside. As fun as foreplay could be, sometimes diving in really added a level of intensity you both enjoyed.

With your climax's on the horizon, Neteyam pulled away from your sweat clad torso to view you in all your glory. A few strands of hair framing your face, eyes half lidded and loving, lips parted for your genuine moans to slip out.

And though these were individual things Neteyam loved to see while he was drilling into you, everything combined to create a gorgeous being that he was over the moon for.

You were beautiful.

Even when your back arched and your jaw dropped you were just fantastic. It was like this every time. And every time he wanted to kiss you, but for a reason unknown, it didn't pique his interest. The intentions were there, but following through was daunting.

He had denied you long enough.

With you clenching around him and wriggling through your orgasm, Neteyam caught your attention with his hand cupping your cheek and leaned down.

For a second he hovered, your eye lashes kissing more than your lips. Your noses bumped against each other's cheeks. Even your nipples grazed his chest. It was when Neteyam finished inside of you, he let that gap close, you joining the effort.

Your lips slotted together so well, so affectionately. He hummed and you purred, both of you seeing shooting stars behind your eyes. There was an extra heartbeat in Neteyam's chest.

Your mate loved fucking you, he really did. But this new combination of the delicacy of a kiss mixed with the roughness happening below your loincloths was something to behold. With you, no less.

While there were fireworks, there was also a deep sense of home. He now new there was no reason to be afraid, and there never was. He was glad he reserved this moment because it sealed his enamor for you in a number of ways.

After realizing breathing was a necessary function, you both momentarily gasped for air. Immediately, your gazes met and observed the fluctuation in your pupils. You swore you saw little hearts twinkling about. All you could do was smile and pull him back in for another one. What else was there to do but soak up this moment?

And when Neteyam's lips collided with yours, the fireworks erupted again! And again, and again. Even when you two had cleaned up and called it an evening, Neteyam wanted to swoop in and kiss you, it was his way of saying, "I love you."

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Water

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Summary: While bored at home during the twin’s nap time, you try the Water by Tyla Tiktok trend on your husband Joe.

Warnings: nothing really. fluff, unserious/funny

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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November 6th - Day after win over the Bills

(yn’s pov)

Joe and I were currently cuddled up on the couch in comfortable silence, the only sounds being of the overhead fan and TV quietly playing the science channel.

Yesterday the Bengals had yet again a big win and it seemed like things were starting to click with the team. That Bye Week was exactly what they needed to set the season on a good path.

I scrolled through TikTok on my phone, one Airpod in my ear so I could hear the audio while leaving one ear free to hear any remarks from Joe about what he was watching on the TV.

Lately, my FYP consisted of puppies, couples, other WAGS, and thirst edits of Joe (I'm not ashamed).

Just under two weeks ago, I pranked Joe after seeing a video on TikTok and I wouldn't be lying if I said I have a couple more trends I've wanted to test on him.

One of them is the trend that consisted of you playing the song “Water” by Tyla as you secretly record your man to see if they'll try to get a peak of the screen to see her do the water dance.

I already knew that Joe would never openly fawn over another woman in front of me, or in private either really. Knowing it wouldn't have a super-positive impact on me and our relationship. But, there was still a part of me that wanted to see how he'd react to it.

Hell, he probably didn't even know the trend; which honestly would be the best outcome.

My head was lying comfortably on Joe’s shoulder as he intently paid attention to his favorite channel. I discreetly took my Airpod out of my ear and back in the case before pulling up the audio.

I had my phone angled to where it was hidden discreetly but Joe was still in frame.

The show was on a commercial break and through the camera view it showed Joe scrolling on his phone, occasionally laughing at something then scrolling on.

Turning my volume button up, I clicked the record button and studied Joe’s expression.

As soon as he turned I looked at him with a shocked look, but he was only grinning and showing me this video of a fainting goat on his Instagram feed; not even paying attention to the audio.

When he noticed the bitchy look on my face he immediately looked at me rather confused.

“What? Do you not think it's funny?” - Joe

My gaze on him softened when the fact he didn't know any significance of the audio became apparent. When I moved my phone out of its hiding spot and Joe realized he was being recorded, he looked at me even more confused.

“What are you doing?” - Joe

I turned the video off with a laugh and pecked his lips. When I pulled away Joe still looked lost and a little annoyed as to why I hadn't started explaining myself yet.

“Do you not recognize that song?” - you laughed

“No…” - Joe gave you a puzzled look

“It was a little TikTok trend that girls do on their boys. you, my love, are one of the very few that passed.” - you

“Yay?” - Joe

“Very yay, Joey!” - you giggled

Joe smiled slightly before gesturing to the TV that was counting down the time left on the commercial break.

“Can we watch the show now?” - Joe

“Of course. You had such a good reaction that I'm gonna bake you a pumpkin pie later.” - you

“Really?!” - Joe

“Yup!” - you

Joe squeezed me as a thank you and nuzzled his face in my neck, suddenly feeling the need to be cuddled.

“I still don't know what I did that was so right, but I'm glad I made you happy.” - Joe

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Authors note: this fic was too short to even qualify as an imagine so here’s my first blurb!

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[earthtoharlow]

Don’t Like The Lights

Sequel to Flashing Lights series, must read Flashing Lights first to understand

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11. Adore You

I could do this for eternity. You and me, were meant to be in holy matrimony. God knew exactly what he was doing, when he lead me to you

Jack had been feeling like he was watching Maryse slip through his fingers ever since she started working again. The stalker incident had left its mark, not just on her but on him too, and he could see the weight of it in the way she carried herself—pushing forward, but always with a hint of something lingering in the background. He missed her, missed them, and knew she needed a break just as much as he did.

So, he decided to plan a day that was just for them, where they could shut out the world and just be together. No obligations, no work, just them. He didn’t tell her his plans, wanting to surprise her with something special, something that would remind her of everything they still had together.

Jack woke up early the next morning to go to their favorite bakery that was down the street. When he walked into the bedroom balancing a tray filled with pastries, fruit, and two steaming mugs, Maryse was just waking up.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted with a grin, making his way over to her.

Maryse propped herself up on the pillows, smiling back at him. “Is this breakfast in bed? What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion,” he said, carefully setting the tray down in front of her before climbing back into bed. “Just wanted to spoil my girl a little.”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking as she reached for a croissant. “I could get used to this. What’s your angle?”

“No angle,” Jack replied, leaning in to steal a bite of her pastry. “Just missed you, that’s all.”

Maryse rolled her eyes playfully. “Missed me? You’ve seen me every day this week.”

“Yeah, but not like this.” He took a sip of his tea, his eyes on her. “I’ve missed us. Feels like we’ve been running on empty lately.”

She softened, knowing exactly what he meant. The past few months had been a whirlwind, and even though they were always together, the weight of everything that had happened hung over them. “Yeah, me too,” she admitted, taking a sip of her tea.

Jack reached over, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s why today is just about us. No work, no stress—just you and me.”

“Sounds perfect,” she said, feeling a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the tea. “What do you have planned?”

“First, breakfast in bed,” he said, gesturing to the tray. “Then, a little drive—just the two of us, see where the day takes us.”

“Hmm, sounds mysterious,” she teased, picking up a piece of fruit. “But I like it.”

They spent the rest of breakfast talking and laughing, reminiscing about old times and making each other smile like they hadn’t in weeks. It was simple, but it felt like exactly what they needed.

After breakfast, they got dressed and headed out, piling into the car with no set destination in mind. The kind of wandering that they used to do when their schedules weren’t packed to the brim.

The sun was shining, the windows were down, and they had the music blasting—singing along, terribly off-key, but not caring one bit. It felt like a throwback to simpler times, and it made him realize how much he missed just being in the moment with her.

As they drive, Jack glances over at Maryse, her curls blowing in the wind, framing her face perfectly. He can’t help but be struck by how beautiful she looks, even more so in this candid moment. He stares a little too long, and when she catches him, she gets a bit nervous.

“What?” she asks, her hand instinctively going to her face. “Do I have something on my face?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. Just… you look beautiful.”

Maryse could feel the warmth rise to her cheeks, and then tried to play it cool. “Gross,” she mutters before quickly turning her attention back to the window, hiding the smile that’s tugging at her lips.

Jack laughs softly, shaking his head. “Annoying.”

She just shrugs, still looking out the window, but that blush isn’t going away anytime soon.

When they stumbled upon a quaint farmer’s market, they decided to explore. They walked hand in hand through the stalls, picking out little trinkets and tasting samples from local vendors.

“Look at this,” Maryse said, holding up a small, hand-painted dish. “It’s cute, right?”

“Very cute,” he agreed, taking it from her and examining it. “Let’s get it. We can put it in our new kitchen once it’s done.”

She smiled at the thought, nodding. “Okay, let’s do it.”

As they walked back to the car, he noticed a little ice cream stand and steered them towards it. “You want some?”

“Always,” she said, not hesitating.

They shared a cone, passing it back and forth between them as they wandered down a path that led to a small lake. Finding a spot by the water, they spread out a blanket they had in the trunk and sat down, enjoying the quiet.

“This is nice,” she said after a while, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I needed this.”

“Me too,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “We should do this more often.”

She nodded, closing her eyes and just soaking in the moment. “Yeah, we should.”

Maryse’s mind drifted back to her work, thinking about something that has been on her mind for months.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” she began hesitantly, her fingers tracing patterns in the grass beside her. “I’ve been thinking a lot about my album.”

Jack looked at her, his attention fully on her. “What’s on your mind?”

She sighed, trying to find the right words. “I know we’re supposed to be forgetting about work today and just enjoying ourselves, but it’s been on my mind a lot. I’ve been considering scrapping the whole album and starting over. After everything that’s happened, it just doesn’t feel like it represents me anymore. I’m worried it won’t connect with my fans the way I want it to.”

Jack nodded, his eyes understanding. “I get it. It’s been a tough year, and you need to feel like what you’re putting out is true to who you are. But are you sure? I mean, there’s a lot of work that’s gone into this album.”

“I know,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “It’s just that I feel like I’ve changed so much over the past year. I want to create something that feels authentic to me right now, not what I thought I was a few months ago.”

Jack reached over, taking her hand in his. “You know, your fans are going to support you no matter what. And you have that amazing collaboration with Usher from the Color Purple soundtrack coming out soon. They won’t be without music for long. Real fans will understand that this is about you finding your voice again.”

She looked at him, grateful for his support. “I hope so. I hate the thought of disappointing them, but I need to do what feels right for me.”

Jack gave her a reassuring squeeze. “You’re doing what’s best for yourself, and that’s important. Your true fans will stick by you through it all. And hey, if you need a break, we’ll get through it together.”

She smiled, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. “Thanks. I really needed to hear that. I know we’re supposed to be taking a break from work and just enjoying this day, but it’s hard to shut it all out when it’s been on my mind so much.”

Jack’s gaze softened, and he leaned in closer, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You’ve always been so strong, and I admire that about you. But it’s okay to be vulnerable and to make changes when you need to.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh. “Thanks. I really needed to hear that.”

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Maryse practically laying on top of him. “I’ve got your back, always,” he whispered. “And when you’re ready, we’ll make sure this new album is everything you want it to be.”

Maryse sighed with contentment, happy that she had Jack, not knowing what she would do without him.

As the sun began to set, they headed back towards the city, but instead of going straight home, he took a detour to their house—the one they were building together. The sun was low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the half-finished structure as they pulled up.

“Thought we’d check in on the progress,” he said as they got out of the car.

Jack smiled as he and Maryse walked hand in hand inside the unfinished house stepping over tools and materials scattered on the ground. It was still very much a construction site, but he could already picture the finished rooms, filled with laughter, music, and the kind of life he’s always dreamed of having with her.

“We’re gonna need a lot of bedrooms,” he says, grinning as he runs his hand along the frame of what will be their living room. “You know, for all eight of our daughters.”

He glances over at Maryse, waiting for the reaction he knows is coming. Sure enough, she raises an eyebrow at him, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “You’re very ambitious.”

“Hey, gotta plan ahead,” he replies, keeping his tone light, though he’s only half-joking. The idea of a big family with her isn’t just a fantasy; it’s something he really wants, even if they haven’t talked about it seriously yet. “And we definitely need a studio here. That way we can work from home more, right?”

Maryse nods thoughtfully, and he can tell she’s already picturing it too. “Makes sense. But you do realize neither of us can cook, and you want a big kitchen?”

He laughs, the sound bouncing off the empty walls. “Who said anything about us cooking? That’s what the big kitchen’s for—to look good while we order takeout.”

He watches her chuckle, shaking her head at his logic, and he feels a warmth in his chest. There’s something about planning their future like this, even if it’s just hypothetical, that makes him feel more connected to her. “You’ve thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Of course I have,” Jack says, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they continue walking through the space. “I want this place to be perfect for us… and the kids.” He catches himself, almost surprised by how easily that last part slipped out, but it feels right. This house isn’t just for them; it’s for the life they’re building together.

Jack glances at Maryse, seeing the way her eyes soften when he mentions kids. It makes his heart race a little. “You’re really serious about those eight daughters, huh?”

“Absolutely,” he grins, leaning down to kiss her temple. “And we’ll need a space for them to play, and a yard big enough for all the dogs we’re gonna adopt.”

Maryse laughs again, and he can see her holding back a full smile, but it’s there in her eyes. The way she’s looking at him makes him feel like he’s on the right track, like maybe, just maybe, she’s thinking about that future too.

As he continues to ramble on, talking about the yard and the dogs, Jack sneaks glances at Maryse, trying to catch every little reaction. Her quiet smile, the way she’s holding back but also letting herself dream along with him, makes him feel like they’re already halfway there.

As they continue to walk through what will eventually be their home, Jack’s eyes kept catching on the promise ring she wore, the way the diamond caught the light whenever she gestured. It was supposed to be a simple token, something to say, “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere,” but now it felt like more than that. The idea of marrying her no longer felt like some distant plan; it felt like a certainty, something inevitable that he was ready for.

Jack slows down, an idea forming in his mind. He stops in the middle of what will be their bedroom, turning to look at her with a mischievous grin.

“You know what we should do?” he says, his voice low and playful.

Maryse rolls her eyes, “Jack, I’m not going to have sex with you in here! I might get splinters in my ass!”

Jack let out a huge laugh, the curls on the top of his freshly cut mullet, moved as his body shook.

“M, that’s not what I was going to say!” Jack tried to explain through his laughter.

Her face warmed, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Ok so, what?”

“We should write our names on the walls,” he suggests, a spark of excitement in his eyes. “Like, right now, while everything’s still just frames and drywall. It’ll be our little secret, something only we know is there.”

“You want to graffiti our own house?”

Jack laughs, shaking his head. “Not graffiti—just a little mark, something to say this place is really ours. Imagine, years from now, we’ll know it’s there, even if no one else does.”

Maryse considers it for a moment, then smiles. “I like that idea. It’s like leaving a part of us here, in the foundation.”

“Exactly,” he nods, already pulling a Sharpie out of his pocket. “We’ll put our names, maybe a little heart or something cheesy like that. What do you think?”

She giggles, watching him with a mix of amusement and affection. “You’re really prepared, huh?”

“Always,” he replies, uncapping the pen and holding it out to her. “Ladies first.”

Maryse takes the marker, and with a glance at him, she steps up to the nearest wall. Carefully, she writes her name, adding a small heart next to it. When she’s done, she hands him the pen, and he leans in, writing his name beside hers.

“There,” he says, stepping back to admire their work. “Now this place is officially ours.”

She looks at the names on the wall, then back at him, her smile softening. “I love it. It’s like a little promise, something we’ll always have here.”

He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close as they both look at their names on the wall. “Our little secret,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her temple. “This house is gonna be filled with memories, and now we’ve already got our first one.”

Maryse leans into him, resting her head on his shoulder. “I can’t wait to make more.”

As they stand there, wrapped up in the moment, Jack feels a deep sense of contentment. This house, their future, all the plans they’re making—it all feels so real now.

But Jack couldn’t help but break the comfortable silence. “You sure you don’t wanna have a quickie?”

“Jack!” Maryse exclaimed, giving him a hard shove and walking away to explore the rest of the house.

Jack laughed and then pouted as he followed behind her. “HEY! You’re the one who brought it up first.”

As they strolled back to the car after their day together, it was starting to turn dark outside, the moon casting a glow over everything. Maryse turned to Jack, her expression soft and full of gratitude.

“Thank you for today,” she said sincerely. “I really needed this, more than I realized.”

Jack smiled, reaching out to gently brush a curl away from her face. “You don’t have to thank me,” he replied. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know it’s been a lot lately.”

She nodded, a lump forming in her throat. “It’s just… everything’s been so heavy, you know? Today, I felt like I could actually breathe again.”

He pulled her into a hug, holding her close. “That’s all I wanted,” he whispered against her hair. “You deserve to be happy, to feel at peace.”

She hugged him back tightly, then let out a small laugh. “I’m sure Lou Lou has been driving Urban crazy,” she added, thinking of their dog.

Jack chuckled. “Probably, but he’ll survive. We can’t be the only ones she tortures.”

Maryse smiled, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he replied, squeezing her gently before pulling back to look at her with a soft smile. “Ready to head home?”

She nodded, smiling back at him. “Yeah, let’s go.”

***

an: a little filter chapter of our favorite couple thank you to the lovely @harlowcomehome for helping me with this

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