#and pls do not feel obligated to match length at all!!

[elifalvey]

LOCATION — Elijah & Aslihan's home, Claret Park.

WHO — Elijah & Giada ( @giadamoreno ).

It seemed that more often than not these days, pulling up to his own home (after a rather long and exhausting day of work at the studio, might he add) had turned into something akin to a game for Elijah. A series of questions, racing through his head the moment he rounded the corner onto the connecting street: Would Aslihan be home? Would Rhiannon be with her, if she were, or would she be with either set of parents instead? How about Alex? Did any of his siblings decide to drop by out of the blue? Theo or Dylan, wanting the twins to spend time with their cousin perhaps? Hell, sometimes he even wondered if Phoebe would have hung around, having grown rather accustomed to the frequency in which he saw her too.

And then of course, there was Gia. A rather recent addition to the little game of his, on account of her rather recent return to Providence Peak, but somehow she’d become the most regular offender since then. He couldn’t even keep track of how many times he saw her car in his driveway over the course of the past few days alone, but he couldn’t necessarily blame her either. After all, he’d seen bits and pieces of her text messages with Aslihan — enough to get the gist, and then disappear to leave them alone for the night — and by what he could gather, she needed time with her friend more than anything at the minute.

He wouldn’t be one to get in between that. Not if he could help it, anyway. However . . . he would like to sleep in his own bed again, eventually.

He felt like he could blame her for that bit, in particular, and in his mind, it was a more than fair ask. The guest room was just as comfortable. He would know.

“You know, I’m going to start charging you rent,” Elijah said, in lieu of a proper hello, as he stepped into the bedroom to find Gia sprawled contently in his space; it would’ve been a weirder sight to behold without the presence of Aslihan as well if he'd been without the knowledge of the women's shared keys, but oddly enough, it felt normal at this point. “I’m going to petition to, at least. ‘Cause at this point, you should just move in.” He paused, throwing his bag onto the chair in the corner before turning to face her once more, clarifying, “No, nope — don’t even, that was a joke. I see you too much already, and I’m not willing to give up my girlfriend forever. She won't even be home for like another half hour, by the way. Did she text you?”

[faulknxr]

analog principle.

closed starter ft. @agtbishop

setting: washington, district of columbia / temporal bureau headquarters

timeframe: november 28, 1999 / april 17, 1996

summary: “Barreling through time, the two agents from the current — the past — take aim at the future through the cold barrel of the gun.”

content warnings: descriptions and depictions of criminal activity, including but not limited to attempted assassination, gun violence, and domestic terrorism. may contain mild body harm.

Two dark-suited agents stand on the rooftop of an apartment building in the heart of K Street, Downtown Washington, D.C., overlooking the bleak November slush that has carpeted the road, which has yet to deter the growing crowd. One of the agents, a tall man, crouches. He opens a large deployment case, and a matte-gray rifle emerges in his hands.

Following is a case of bullets, a standard issue for NATO-allied countries, a 7.62 by 51mm. Barrel rifling of 5 radials, with a turn in 11.2 inches, 6-shot repeating; muzzle velocity reaching up to approximately 2,600 feet per second for a maximum effective range of 800 meters. The agent immediately gets to work, setting up the bipod stand and assembling the M24 SWS bolt-action sniper rifle.

Before starting any inspection, the agent performs a routine checkup to clear the rifle and examine for damages. After field stripping the rifle, he adjusts the rifle’s stock, attaches the optic sights, and checks for its zero. He screws on the suppressor. After completing the clean-up, the weapon is ready for service. The agent concludes by engaging the safety in the rifle’s S position.

(This agent cannot see the irony of his beloved typewriter and his bloody sniper rifle originating from the same manufacturer, E. Remington and Sons.)

A slight wind gathers, breezing in from the southeast. It’ll pick up in about thirty minutes, at fourteen hundred and twenty-two minutes, when a lone gunman will come out onto the roof of the Cartwright Building. He will assassinate the senatorial candidate Vernon F. MacMillan, a Republican, courting the lobbyists on K Street, satirically in guns and automobiles. In the wake of MacMillan’s death, someone else will run as his replacement.

In a future far from now, hours and hours away, the forthcoming Temporal Bureau in [redacted year] will send a missive back in time. The current Temporal Bureau in ‘96 will be asked to put their agents with significant military history to the task. Specifically, the quiet and undetectable to dispose of the gunman. Lethal force is allowed, but the agents are encouraged to be creative if they so wish. Just avoid a SNAFU.

Agent Faulkner returns to his full height of six feet and a half and picks up his binoculars hung around his neck. “How is the crowd, Agent Bishop?” He asks his mission partner — correction, primary mission partner as of six months. It has been a month into their cooperation, and operations have never gone through any bumps. Not that Agent Faulkner has expected anything less from a veteran of the Bureau. Agent Bishop is an operative like Stein, one who has had a hand in the science behind time manipulation. Faulkner doesn’t consider himself any bit of an intellectual, so those with genius leadership will forever have his service.

(Weapons are only useful in talented hands, aren't they?)

“According to my watch, we have T-minus twenty-seven minutes before H-hour,” Faulkner states, “would you like to set up your system? In case our proposed plan requires a backup.”

In the United States military, these specialized marksmen are crew-served with a sniper cell of two. The primary weapon operator, the shooter has a support personnel or protective force, known as a spotter or a flanker. As expressed in the U.S. Army and Marine Corps Table of Organization and Equipment, the shooter does not operate alone. A qualified backup shooter is deployed to ensure mission success.

However, what Agents Bishop and Faulkner have in mind do not follow anti-personnel tactics or policy. Instead of assassinating the lone gunman, they are attempting to indirectly apprehend him. In Faulkner’s pre-mission research, he has dug through the gunman’s biography and has given Agent Bishop his report before their launch.

Malcolm Seward, thirty-three, a member of the extremist group the Brothers of Civic Freedom, properly established in late ‘98.

(All groups of terror would never appropriately call themselves as such. The fear they cause is a part of the cause. For justice, when boiled down to it, is to enact the fear of retribution.)

Seward is a poor and uneducated man let go at an Ohio automobile factory in the spring of ‘97 and radicalized through the scapegoating of immigrant workers. He and other disgruntled, disaffected, and deeply disturbed men will take to arms. He will kill senatorial candidate Vernon F. MacMillan and then cause mass havoc while he tries to escape.

In Faulkner’s report, he also notes MacMillan’s opponents, his replacements. Although the Republican nominee does not win the upcoming election in D.C., there must be a reason as to why the Bureau has chosen to spare MacMillan’s life. Further detailed within the pages of the report are all the locations of U.S. Secret Service members dispatched during the incident. The major players are highlighted. The obstacles delineated. All for an optimized run of events.

Agent Faulkner’s standard is nothing less than perfection in execution. However, what he is suggesting means no wriggle room for error. He and Agent Bishop will wound the gunman before he takes his shot, disorient and non-lethally incapacitate him, purposefully misfire Seward’s modified Armalite AR-50 to trigger a response from Secret Service who will triangulate the location of the bullet, and dissemble and depart before detection.

By setting up Seward and implicating he was betrayed by his group, Faulkner hopes that he will cooperate with the Secret Service, give up the names involved with the Brothers of Civic Freedom, and disintegrate the group without the loss of future lives.

He and Agent Bishop will be able to pull it off.

There is a tickle in his throat again, similar to the tiniest twinge of something dragging his words when he had first declared his plan to her in the privacy of his office. He doesn’t understand why he doesn’t feel quite right. He cannot commend Agent Bishop enough; they work smoothly, having gotten to the point of wordless communication during a mission.

(This Agent does not compute his pain toward silence and will suffer in silence.)

Therefore, Agent Faulkner clears his throat and says, “Would you like the shot or the spot? My system has been adjusted to a comfortable median between our MOA, and the scope is good to go.”

Faulkner lifts the binoculars and gazes at the other building. In less than nineteen minutes, their target will bust through the door, dressed in garish camouflage garb despite the environment. He will hastily set up his gun. And, fueled with rage, he will immediately fire when MacMillan stops in front of a stock exchange building just across their section of K Street.

“We will only have a small window of ten minutes to fire and detain Seward, enact the false assassination attempt, and then a smaller window of two minutes while we both dissemble our sniper rifles and evade Secret Services. This is to say, whoever is the primary shooter will have to communicate with the flanker during dismantling. Throat mics are on as we commence operations. I understand these are high-pressure conditions, so as mentioned, I am volunteering the flank position.” Faulkner explains, binoculars down and resting over his protective vest.

Barreling through time, the two agents from the current — the past — take aim at the future through the cold barrel of the gun.

[fyrewalks]

It's a bad idea, he thinks when he catches Hangman's eye across the Hard Deck and there's a sparkle of something more. It's a bad idea, he thinks when they're quiet in the backseat of the uber, neither wanting to ruin the anticipation with pointless small talk. It's a bad idea, he thinks when his fingers start on the buttons of Seresin's annoyingly tight button-up once safely inside his temporary accommodation - except then Seresin's, Jake's, tongue is down his throat, and really, Bob isn't thinking at all, anymore.

As he's lying there, sweaty and sated, half drowsing, Jake's arm across his belly like he simply forgot Bob's there and is too tired to adjust, it's easy to rationalize the gravity of the situation away. Tomorrow, they'll all scatter back to their postings as if the detachment never happened. He'll go back to the Eagles, Jake to the Vigilantes; they didn't cross paths before at Lemoore, and there's no reason for them to now.

Bob is no stranger to one-night stands, temporary bits of fun. He knows the routine, but when caught attempting to make a quiet exit the next morning, he can't muster up the usual excuses or goodbyes. What's he supposed to say - thanks for the fuck, see you never?

Except, as it turns out, whatever rational thinking he employed that night, wasn't all that thought out. Back with the Eagles, it's harder to avoid Hangman than he assumed. Bob dodges him in hangars, at bars and hangouts Nat dutifully drags him out to. He absolutely does not think about how Jake kisses, or moves, or the way he tastes. Absolutely not. And just when Bob thinks he's got a handle on the worst of his intrusive, betraying thoughts, the orders come - they're all being recalled to Top Gun for the official formation of the Dagger Squad in a month's time.

A week into tense briefings, all of them frustrated and annoyed by the endless paperwork and ground time, Bob thinks himself foolish to think he struggled at all in Lemoore. At least then, Hangman had given him a wide berth too. Now, often stuck in the same room for hours at a time, Hangman's usual taunts feel sharper. If anyone's caught on to how he's singled Bob out, no one voices their suspicions. At one point he worries Natasha's caught on to something, but when she raises her eyebrows at Bob, he mutters something about Hangman being Hangman and that seems to satisfy any curiosity.

And then, Bob has the misfortune of finding himself alone in the locker room after a few miles on the treadmill. If the way Hangman corners him is any indication, he'd guess it's purposeful. Bob very carefully keeps his eyes on the next set of lockers, just to the right of Hangman's face.

"What - miss an insult or two in the classroom," he snarks, surprising himself. Admittedly, it's a little easier when Natasha is in the cockpit with him. Bob takes a breath, his eyes flicking to Hangman's eyes, his lips. Bob refocuses his gaze. "Don't you think it's a little obvious?" If it's not curiosity, it'll be a joke - one that skirts too close to the truth. After all, navy pilots are known for their crude humor. Bob knows himself; he'll struggle to shrug it off. // @a1truist

[taintedcigs]

✦ STRESS RELIEF | steve harrington x f. reader ✦

wc: 1k+

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ !!smut, smut smut!!, MINORS DNI!! swearing, bj, or*l (male receiving), nicknames (sweetheart, baby, princess, etc.), praises!! lots of praises! vv soft!dom!steve, sub!reader, kind of aftercare!! 18+ ONLY!!!

summary: you help steve relax after a long day at work.

authors note: this was a little thought of mine that somehow turned into a 1k fic it is still short tho!! i did not proof-read this im v sorry for being so lazy. i do not like the pics they don't match BUT look how fucking DREAMY joe looks in a suit omfg, also PLS PLS leave some feedback they r my joy and hope!! and feel free to COME TALK TO ME IN ASKS, OR SEND ME A PM!! okay that's it enjoy!! mwah xo, em💌

you knew steve had a long day at work.

as soon as he came home he was seated on the couch, huffing as he mumbled something about how bad his day was.

his face was scrunched up, you could see that he was visibly stressed, it killed you to see him like this, and you were willing to do anything to cheer him up.

so, you offered to help him relax, and steve nodded mindlessly at that, thinking that you were going to give him a massage or something, he relaxed his shoulders, and his head was still filled with a lot of thoughts about work.

but as soon as you dropped down on your knees in front of him, your soft hands slowly parting his thighs, his thoughts disappeared immediately and his mouth almost drooled at the sight.

you, on your knees, as you looked up at him with a mischievous smirk plastered on your face, it was now etched into his brain forever.

he couldn't help but let out a relaxed sigh, his mind fuzzy when you helped him get rid of his pants, along with his boxers.

when his soft cock faced you, you wasted no time lazily pressing kisses at his pink tip, giving it kitten licks as you rested your hands on his thighs, giving them a massage.

soon with your hands fondling his balls, steve grunted softly, his eyes curiously watching you as pre-cum leaked out of his slit, you were quick to collect it with your thumb, making a show of it as you put your finger in your mouth, slowly licking it off while you remain eye contact with him, pretty noises escaping from your lips.

steve groaned lowly at your movements, his eyes rolling back in his head, blood rushing to his cock immediately. 'jesus, baby, you're gonna be the fuckin' death of me.' he mumbled huskily, making your lips twitch into a light smirk.

his cock twitched at the thought of your wet, warm mouth, and he was getting eager. 'had such a long day, sweetheart, need that warm mouth of yours...' he whined, and you were more than ready to oblige his request, your lips were quick to wrap around his cock, as he threw his head back in pleasure.

's-shit, baby, takin' me so fuckin' well.' he praised, mumbling and your mouth slowly sank down on his hardened cock, his breathing ragged as he fisted your hair in his hands.

'j-just like that sweetheart, such, a good fuckin' girl for me, yea?' he hummed and pushed your head lower on him, your muffled moans when you taste him were enough to bring him over the edge.

'not gonna last long, if you keep doing that- fuck.' he cursed as your lips were stretching around his cock, his groans getting louder now that the warmth of your mouth had engulfed him.

he buried his hands in your hair as he watched you take him in your mouth fully, his moans grew louder at the sight in front of him.

you, looking up at him, all doe-eyed, as your lips were wrapped around his length, he enjoyed fucking your face, his hips thrusting forward roughly as he watched his cock disappear slowly into your mouth.

when his tip hit the back of your throat, you gagged around him, the whimpers you made as you cried around his cock were enough to make him grunt loudly, he was in awe of how ethereal you are.

your hands are quick to replace the rest of him that doesn't fit into your mouth. 'fuuuck, mhmm, just like that, princess.' he praises, and you sink down faster on his length, enjoying the way steve's huge cock is stretching your throat as his groans are getting louder.

'i'm gonna cum, princess.' steve can't handle it anymore, the sight of you, the most beautiful girl, on your knees, innocently looking up at him, your mascara smudged, and your eyes pooling with tears.

your pretty lips wrapped around his length, drooling as you gag on his cock, saliva dripping down from your lips to your cleavage, and steve almost growls, wanting to lick and suck on your pretty tits.

the sounds you make as you are slobbering and choking on his cock make his eyes roll in the back of his head and he's sure he is in heaven, and he's sure that you are so fucking good to him, and so fucking perfect.

his hands grab a fistful of your hair as he starts fucking your face harder, his animalistic growls and the sound of his skin slapping against your mouth filling the room.

'mmpf, such a good fuckin' girl, gonna coat that pretty little throat with my cum, yea?' his hips jerk into your mouth faster now and you whimper around him.

'you want that pretty baby?' he asks almost mockingly, knowing you can't answer when your mouth is full, and you nod immediately, your moans muffled by his cock.

and with that, he lets out a loud groan, rope after rope of his warm cum coating your throat. 'fuuuck, take it all baby.' he instructs as you can feel him twitch in your mouth.

'take all of my fuckin' cum, princess.' you can feel his thighs shudder, and feel him fill your throat.

his hands are soft as they stroke your hair, steve's head is thrown back as he is riding out his orgasm, and you try to collect all of his load.

when you do, you stick your tongue out at him, showing you have lapped up all of his juices. steve gives you a slight smirk, praising you.

you swallow every drop, and you make sure to lick up any of his cum that might have spilled and a proud smirk is plastered upon steve's face. 'such a good girl for me.' he murmurs as he eyes you.

when his cock softens inside of your mouth, you pull your lips off of his length, making a popping sound as you grin up at him.

'are you relaxed now, stevie?' you ask giggly, and he pulls you up to his lap, nodding eagerly.

'for now, princess.' he presses a kiss to your lips, soft but still very needy, you whine when he breaks the kiss.

'i might need to use this to relax more.' he pinches your clit.

[scottssteve]

intro post

hello!!! my name’s monty, i’m 20 years old n im looking for fellow 18+ marvel roleplayers. here are some facts/details abt me and what i roleplay!!! interact w this post or shoot me a dm and ill get back to you :)

ABOUT ME:

i live in the EST time zone and i work part-time, so my hours can be a bit all over the place. i also have ADHD so i can be quite forgetful, but i do my best to respond as quickly as im able to!!

i try my best to match the length of my roleplaying partner, but i can go a little overboard sometimes so please don’t feel obligated to match me when i ramble on in a response lol

i’m a okay with smut as long as we discuss it beforehand and everything. i’m also okay with some darker themes, but again, i would like to discuss it beforehand— we’ll play it by ear!!!

i can be very chatty ooc so don’t be afraid to talk to me! :) i’ll talk your ear off if you’ll let me

MY SHIPS/MUSES:

(i’m pretty open to playing various characters and various ships. i will not roleplay anything incestual or involving a minor.)

steve x bucky

steve x tony

thor x bruce

scott x steve (personal favourite!!!!!! pls rp scottsteve with me ill love you forever)

bucky x tony

thor x steve

steve x bucky x tony

tony x loki

peter quill x thor

tony x thor

tony x stephen strange

peter parker (college era, ps4 spiderman ish) x harry osborn (also college era)

peter parker (see above ^^) x johnny storm (comics)

im pretty open to other ships, so don’t be afraid to suggest any you’ve been into!!! i prefer m x m pairings :) i’m also open to oc x canon pairings (me as either)

[magnetizsm]

Location: Outdoors where the archery event is being held. 

@imperialstarters​

“Another almost impossible dare?” Zhu Ting tsked, shaking her head slightly, though her smile was both a mixture of benevolence and dry amusement at her small group of handmaidens and two others. “ How long are you incorrigibles going to keep this up? You do know that I am not going to cave that easily and lose this bet right?” she chuckled lightly. “Alright, fine. One last dare and if I still pass it pretty well, you do know what you guys have to do for me in return. Agreed?” Her irrepressible companions just giggled and nodded enthusiastically. Zhu Ting laughed lightly again. Her laughter which was something not commonly heard as often as in the past, was genuine with mirth. Her shoulders sighed in acquiescence , though a very tiny but  merry twinkle could be detected sparkling at the corner of her usually cool eyes. She really needed this after so long. To be teased and to actually have fun with people  instead of just drowning in pain by her solitary self. 

“Alright, fine.” Picking up a long arrow and placing it properly on her bow, she then inquired the important question. “So, what and where’s the target?” When they finally told her what it was, she almost couldn’t believe her ears. “You’re jesting right?” she asked incredulously, her voice going rather loud in her shock. Her face turned around to look towards where the whole group were pointing at. There at a branch of moderate height from a large feet some many feet away from where she stood, a tiny and empty medicinal clay pot was perched atop it. Sighing deeply, ( why again did she agree to this final dare? ) Zhu Ting then walked forwards but unfortunately her path was accidentally blocked by another. “Excuse me, pardon,.. but may I please kindly request you to move aside for a moment? It is rather urgent,  “ she spoke as she glanced up at the other person.

[sixthspectre-archive]

onlyhopc liked your post “sixthspectre: SKYBEAN.  okay guys let’s Do This Shit™ let’s like this...”

     the presence of troopers sets ezra on edge.  they don’t LOOK quite like stormtroopers--the armour, while mostly the same, looks a little different in the helmet--but the similarity is so much there that it sends every inch of ezra’s body to PANIC.  looks like, wherever the purrgil had taken him, it was still under the thumb of the empire.

     at least it was in his known galaxy.

     ezra uses the force to SENSE HIS WAY THROUGH THE AREA.  it’s not that he can’t see--he can--it’s that it’ll help alert him to anything his physical senses may not.  he watched kanan long enough to get an idea of how it worked.

     but as he ducks past the CLONE STORMTROOPERS he swears he sees a man who looks like master kenobi.  but that can’t be right--master kenobi is on tatooine, && is much older than the man that ezra could sidle up to, && swipe things off of said man’s belt.

     but why would a JEDI SHOW HIMSELF SO OBVIOUSLY, in the presence of the empire...?  IS HE SUICIDAL?  ezra slowly approaches, doing his best to stay out of the field of vision of the troopers.

[cartierbin]

hey i’m new here, i read some of your works and !! OMG YOU’RE SO TALENTED , and also i just want you to ruin me buT i’m 100% bratty 🙄 soo , for the request, can i ask jeongin!dilf au pls :((

thank you sm baby. and lmao. I got you.

『 pairing — jeongin x reader

genre — smut, + a stressed, single father dilf!jeongin fucking his masseuse

word count — 1.687k 』

smut under the cut !

out of all the things jeongin could’ve done to take away his fatherly stress, a massage wasn’t one of them. no seriously. usually, an hour or two of hitting the punching bag or doing a couple of weight reps brought him to relaxation the way he needed. but with the mother of his twin daughters refusing to help out at all with them, he was stressed more than usual. and this kind of stressed caused him to be kind of desperate.

he was clicking around on his phone before he found the place. a massage therapy building that he somehow never noticed was that close to his house. on their website at least, they guaranteed that the service they give will bring him to the nirvana that he was looking for. he wasn’t going to second guess anything no— he needed this. he kisses his babies on their forehead before sending them off to his mother’s house for the night.

when he arrived at the building he gave the receptionist his name to which she exchanged confirmation of his paid visit. she nodded, sliding her swivel chair back and reaching into the room right beside her desk to give him a towel. “you can change it the room over there love”. he smiled and thanked her, more than glad to shed his clothing and hurry on with this. for some reason he felt kind of antsy, he could wait for his stress to become undone with all the knots in his muscles and back. but once he was finished you might as well couldve said you were unprepared for the appointment. you had your materials and the table ready yes, but you were nowhere near prepared to massage a gorgeous, five foot seven man with chiseled abs, a sharp jawline in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. he smiled sweetly when he entered, you tried your best to keep your attention off the chain that sat atop of his prominent collar bones and instead focus on the client at hand. but god, your stomach was churning.

“good evening are you yang jeongin?”. you spoke meekly, surprised that you could even get a word out with how ethereal he actually was. he nods. you used a hand to guide him to the massage table and he obliged, quite fond with the decor of the place. he appreciate the fact that it was dark and you allowed candles to scent and heat up the room. he also appreciate the soft red glow lights in the corners of the room, illuminating it in a rather sexy way. he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and started getting comfortable, trying to remember that he came here for a massage and massage only. “do you have any music suggestions? I have a soft playlist if not”. the blonde haired man shook his head no while laying his head on his forearms, giving you a perfect view of the tricep muscles in his back. you gulped, positioning your oils on the tray right beside you. you rushed to press play on the music to keep your thoughts on your job.

you shifted the towel down a bit lower and started spilling the warm vanilla scented oil down the span of his back, which already drew him in. he loved the scent dearly. he also loved the way your warm hands applied pressure to the places he needed most. a serene feeling washes over him and he could feel himself relax almost immediately. you glide your hands up the length of his back and shoulders and knead the tension and knots away, you could’ve sworn you heard a soft groan from him in response. nevertheless you continued your ministrations, feeling for other knots that needed to be worked out. jeongin could safely say that he’s hardly ever felt this kind of relaxation before. maybe he should’ve came here sooner. he makes another small noise, one that was rather suggestive, one that had you internally crumbling above him.

“feels good?”. you hum, kneading out other small kinks with your thumbs. he hums and shakes his head yes, feeling quite blissful if he might say so himself. you giggle above him, “you know, the noises you’re making tells it all”. he speaks in choked breaths. “yeah it feels— good, damn— I wasn’t expecting this”. you roam your hands around his body covering it with oil, his tan skin glistens under the red lighting. “is this your first full body massage?”. he nods again. “my first massage ever. I don’t really do this. usually I work out but I’ve been stressed like hell. I need this”. he couldn’t see you and you know it, but you pout your lips anyway. “what’s got a gorgeous man like you so stressed?”. from above you could see his eyes closed, and a small dimple depressing into his cheek as he smiled, appreciating the compliment. “a lot actually. mainly the mother of my girls”. you squeeze another bit of oil into the palm of your hands and this time use them to work the muscles along his neck and arms. you were glad he was laying on his stomach, this mean he couldn’t see the surprised expression you were making.

“girls? you have kids?”. you ask awaiting an answer. to your surprise he nods his head. “yes two of them. they’re twins. lily and lana”. he groans again, making your heart pound that much harder. you distract yourself with conversation. “wow. twins?”. he nods. “you sound shocked”. “yeah I mean... you look like you’re way too young to be a dad. I guess I wasn’t expecting that”. you laugh a little. “I get that a lot”. your hands gradually moved to every part of his upper half, giving it the attention it craved. the fact that he was a dad surprised the hell out of you. he looked as though he was maybe 19, 20 maybe. either way it goes you already decided in your mind that he was an absolute dilf. you worked in silence for the time being, wallowing in the small sounds he made and trying to keep moisture from pooling between your legs in the process. now covered in oil and feeling hands move all around his body, jeongin didn’t know how much more of himself he could help. he was growing hard at the thought of your oily hands sliding up and down his cock. the massage was great. amazing even. but he needed something more. as you edged the towel down his waist he reached back and grabbed your wrist.

“before you continue, can you do me a favor?”. your mind spun at his question. “what is it?”. jeongin breathed. “you’re really good at your job and it’s working but I think I need something more— and I’ll pay you extra just to have if it you keep things confidential between us”. by now your heart was racing. you licked your lips, the room all of a sudden becoming much hotter. “what do you need?”.

“I need to fuck you”. you gulped at how straightforward he was. but the prompt wasn’t unwelcomed. you just didn’t know what to say. he sat up, feeling like maybe he went too far. “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to I’m just really stressed and I need to take the edge off”. you chewed on the insides of your cheeks. “it’ll be confidential..right?”. he nods. “I won’t tell a soul”. truthfully you didn’t mind being used by him, only you didn’t know how to initiate things so you stood there awkwardly. “I don’t know what to do”. you spoke in a soft gentle voice, matching the vibe of the background music. he pulled you closer to him by the hem of your white masseuse coat, taking his fingers and unbuttoning the shirt you had underneath it. your voice vanished once his lips attached themselves to your nipples, suckling them obediently while groping the cheeks of your ass. you could only throw your head back and let air flow from your lips, the feeling of his soft lips on you was becoming indescribable. the more he sucked the more clothes he took off of you. your jacket was glided off your shoulders as well as your shirt and now he was working his hand around to the button of your pants. he refused to just shed your pants without feeling you first. so on that note his hand dipped into your panties and his fingers brush against your sopping wet lips. you gasp feeling them breach you, twisting and turning inside of you trying to feel the spot that made you make the most noise. they soon found what they were looking for eliciting unholy moans from your throat. “your moans are so fucking sexy”, he growled, becoming more animalistic in his ways, licking and biting your neck in lust.

his fingers moved at an excruciating pace in the ridges of your wet hole and you felt weaker at his touch. you were so clouded you hadn’t realize that he already snatched off your panties and you were fully nude, clinging against his oily body while he was finger fucking you into oblivion. the tent underneath the towel was evident, and he acted on it as soon as he felt his tip throbbing in need. he substitutes you on the table instead of himself, removing the towel around his waist and positioning you on your stomach. he pooled some oil in the palm of his hand and rubs it over your back and most importantly over the curve of your ass, watching your skin gleam before he tosses the now empty oil bottle on the floor. he uses his hand to feel your pussy lips from behind, sliding it in between your slit whilst pressing his wet lips against your ear. “just let me use you. I won’t be long”. he made his word his bond, using a veiny hand to grip the edge of the table for leverage and shoving his dick inside you just like that. you yelped, suddenly remembering that you had to keep your noises at a low volume. he sits up and grips the cheeks of your ass, watching the rolls in your backside become more prominent the more he fucked into you. “fuckk this is it”. he groaned now taking a slower pace just so he could hear your oily counterparts slap against each other. he threw his head back and licks his lips in daze, forgetting about his life’s troubles and focusing on the way your walls clenched around him so well. you bit the leather of the massage pillow trying to keep yourself from going insane.

he was riding your ass slow and steady, rocking his hips into your pussy and admiring how much he made you stutter over your words. his body was draped over yours and his hand wrapped around your neck, necklace sweeping along the nape, gifting you low groans and curse words into your ear every chance he got. the way the table creaked each time he thrusted was an ego booster. he smirks and tongue kisses your cheeks without a care in a world for what an oily mess you both were. “you’re going to make me fucking cum, you know that?” he exhaled in the darkest voice he could muster. your eyes drove to the back of your head as his dick drove deeper into you. his strokes were painfully slow but you enjoyed each and every one of them, the tip was hitting spots that you thought only your dildo at home could reach. fire stirred at the pit of your stomach. you could feel yourself gushing with each move of his waist and it was driving you up a wall.

“oh my god”. you whined weakly, making him throb harshly inside you. he took his time to softly kiss down the spine of your back and work his way back up again to the back of your neck. It felt quite nice actually, romantic if you will. he slides a free hand over to intertwine with yours, while his tongue licks the undersides of your neck before delicately kissing those places as well. his lips landed on yours unexpectedly and he kissed you so passionately and careful you could’ve mistaken him for being in love with you. he hastens his pace while his tongue roams your mouth almost as if it were searching for something. you didn’t know what to focus on more, his sloppy tongue kisses or your much needed orgasm that was a second away from rippling through your body. either way you weren’t prepared for them both. streams of white ran down your thighs and he felt it all and groaned much louder. when he felt himself get close he parted the cheeks of your ass just so he could see your pussy getting filled with his seed, unbeknownst to you that he had a thing for cream pies.

he didn’t even give you time to relapse from it, he takes your chin and lands another wet kiss on your lips with his body still hovering over your now exhausted one. “thank you so fucking much. I’ll be booking another appointment soon”.

[kristaline2dmensimp]

Marco x reader (NSFW)

Warning: Femdom(?), Unprotected sex, slight bdsm.

A/n: Its already oct 7 in my country!!! In all honesty this is my first time writing smut so bare with wrong grammars? 😅 also this is kind a birthday gift to myself. 😁

(ahem @thatbadbruja My friend and fellow Marco simp I won't definitely forget to tag you on my Marco's content. 👀)

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3rd person's POV

This last few days you couldn't sleep well since you started to have this fantasy with your lover a.k.a Marco appearing frequently in your dreams. Moreover, in an outrageous state.

Imagining about taking complete control during your sexy time with Marco's hands tied to the headboard panting and moaning, both body glistening in sweat- wouldn't leave your mind.

Succumbing to your desires, you embarrassingly confessed it to Marco which he responded with a raised brow, but didn't dismiss the idea of it. In fact, he's quite curious; he's more open about his kink and fetishes to you, so hearing you voice out your own desire he's more willing to oblige. Which resulted to being locked inside the privacy of your room, full on liplock sharing a hot intense kiss, pulling away only to breathe; discarding each other's clothing until you were left with only your undergarments and him being completely bare.

"Strawberry will be our safeword." You said pushing him down to the bed, with a small smirk on your face. "I think you're underestimating me Yoi." He chuckled pulling you on top of him mirroring your smirk as you straddle his waist.

Smiling you lean down to his ear before you grind against his pulsating cock, wiping the smirk from his face, prompting a deep groan from the Marco.

"Just a precaution, my dear." You whispered before smashing your lips on his, tongue on the mix, one hand caressing the tattooed part of his well toned chest to distract him while your other hand reached for something on your bedside table.

Marco, of course, isn't one to give up easily, so expect a little challenge from him. He smirked as he tried to gain momentum on the kiss.

Frowning, you hump hard enough into his hardened cock swallowing his moans of pleasure.

He tried to move his hand to touch you but felt half of his strength drained from his body. Pulling away for air, a string of saliva connecting you two, looking up, that's when he realized you had cuffed his hands to the headboard.

'when did....' Marco wondered in shock.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind being tied up for a little while." You said massaging his chest with a small grin.

"Really yoi? Seastone cuffs?" He asked panting fo air looking at you through half lidded eyes. He can't deny he's actually turned on by this.

"I know you're not complaining. So relax, I'll make sure you enjoy it." You said grinning as he gulp seeing the mischievous glint in yoir eyes that made his cock stiffer than usual.

"My, my. You seem really excited." You said feeling his hard member under your clothed sex.

"Well that's your effect on me." Grinning at his reply, you lean down kissing his lips soflty before traveling down to his neck and chest until you came face to face with his aching cock.

You took a hold of his hardened shaft pumping it slightly and his hips instinctively jerk into your hand.

"f-f*ck (____)." He groaned out throwing his head back into the pillow, hands clench and unclenching tugging on the restraints you put on him as you drag your tongue from the underside of his shaft to his tip, licking off the precum before swallowing him.

"Shit f*ck!" He grunted catching him off guard by starting immediately on a fast rhythm, bobbing your head up and down feeling his legs tense up.

"Haa...haa...sh*t you're honna make me cum faster than I thought." Marco moaned accompanied by the rattling of the chains at his futile attempt of breaking free. Not being able to touch your face, your hair, 'anything' are pure torture to him.

Feeling delighted knowing you were responsible for the sound of pleasure leaving his mouth, you suck roughly on his length hoping this would push him over the edge.

"(____) I'm c-cumming." Feeling him twitch in your mouth, you immediately pull away. "wha- hey." He whined from the lost contact leaving him fromt the peak of his orgasm. He lift his head to look at you, eyes filled with lust and out of breath.

"Do you wanna cum Marco?" You teased, stripping off your remaining undergarments. "If you're gonna cum.." You trailed off taking his hard shaft and aligning it at your entrance. "Then do it inside!" You finished your sentence as you slam yourself down, the delicious stretch, movement and the thickness of his cock made you moan louder.

"Wai–" He didn't had the chance to finish what he was saying when his body stilled, releasing a strangled groan as he came deep inside of you, back arching feeling the tightness of your walls.

Your body shivering from the feeling of being filled to the brim. "Haa...haa..you came so..much." You panted both of your face flushed red and body covered with sweat. Smiling you look at him in the eye.

"Round two babe? I haven't came yet." You coed and before he could comprehend the dangerous glint in your eyes, you began to lift your hips up before slamming it back down, eliticing the loud sweet moan out of Marco.

"(___) w-wait! I just ca~me." He moan throwing his head back on the pillow, restlessly clutching and tugging the restraints on his wrist, flexing the fine muscles of his arm.

"F*ck!" He cussed. Without the healing properties of his devil fruit, Marco could thoroughly feel the slight overstimulation mixed with pleasure coursing through his body. This may be the first time he felt this kind of sensations and boy it felt too good. The drool at the corner of his mouth and the way he he shut his eyes closed are the proof of it.

"Haa..fuck it." He panted before digging the heel of his feet down to the mattress, moving his hips to meet your thrust feeling determined to make you cum faster. "Ahh!" The action made you gasp and moan as he hit your sweet spot. Falling forward to his chest both of you were breathing heavily but your movements didn't falter still maintaining the fast rhythm.

"Don't think just because...I'm tied up with sea prism stone...I dont have the energy left....to f*ck you..yoi." He said in between breaths while looking at you straight in the eye. "heh, we'll see...about that." You responded picking up the pace.

Groaning, you two chase each other's lips, muffling the sound of pleasure only pulling away for air and your body began to tremble feeling your upcoming release. Your hands on his chest for support.

You shut your eyes closed as you bit your lower lip while Marco let out a hoarse moan feeling you clamp down on him.

Noticing this, Marco speed up his thrust knowing you're gonna cum sooner or later as he found your sweet spot intensifying your pleasure. He smirk watching as you gave off a lewd expression while wiping the drool off at the corner of your mouth.

"Mmm, feels too good." You said slamming down on his shaft matching his pace. Encouraged by your words, Marco continously hit your sweet spot that made you see stars until your orgasm hit you hard to the point you collapsed on top of him. With one last thrust he came deep insde you.

He gave off a rugged breaths as you pulled yourself off, shuddering at the oozing feeling of his release down your legs.

"That was....amazing." Marco stated catching his breath before looking at you. "It sure did." You responded staring back at him.

Marco felt a chill ran down his spine seeing the dangerous glint on ypir eyes haven't faded. He jolt at the feeling of your hand on his softening shaft trying to spring it back to life.

"Haa..(____) stop pls....f*ck!" Marco whined as he squirmed, already feeling sensitive, you had made him cum twice without even a few minutes break.

"Is it too much? Yoi can say the safeword dear." You stated, pausing your ministrations to give him the chance to reply, but you were met with silence his gaze full with lust and heavy breaths.

"I really shouldn't underestimated you. Hope your done with the few seconds break, Marco." You coed secretly pulling out a blindfold, both of you were clearly enjoying this.

Your alluring smirk was the last thing he sees before you put on the blindfold on him, his other senses heightens.

You lean down, capturing his lips swallowing his groans and moans while you kept stroking his shaft.

"The main event is yet to come." You whispered tugging his bottom lip, aligning his semi hardened shaft at your entrance, you began to slowly sink down making him moan loud from the overstimulation and his grip tightened at the chains of his restraints.

" Haa.. You're lucky that you put...ahh...seastone cuffs on me or else...ah sh*t You'd be at my mercy yoi." Marco said struggling to keep his moans down as you started bouncing up and down on his shaft.

You knew he'd never let you go easily and his statement is the proof of it, so why not make use the best of it?

Feeling him twitch, you smirked. "Too bad, I'm in control." You responded letting out an occasional moans when the tip of his cock graze ypur sweet spot.

Completely drowned in pleasure, Marco let out a strangle moan, flexing the veins and muscles of his arms as you made him cum for the third time yet your movements didn't falter.

"If I can only escape this cuf-" Marco didn't had the chance to finish his sentence when you captured his lips, tongue dancing together.

'haa...f*ck..' He thought feeling his impending release coming quicker than the last one.

"I'm coming master~" You grinned widely when Marco cussed out loud from hearing your words, both of your bodies were already covered in a thick sweat and exhaustion were taking over, yet you had the the gal to still tease him? Was what marco thought and he wonder when did you become so bold. But he wasn't going to complaining.

"(____) I'll surely..haa..get you back for this yoi.." Marco stated tugging the chains as you giggle. "I'd be disappointed if you don't, my dear Marco~" You coed before you two came undone reaching pure ecstasy.

[ronnieiswriting]

BY DORNE PART 3

F!reader x Oberyn Martell No descriptive terms for reader, no use of y/n, EXPLICIT, ongoing

Part 1 Part 2

Important: set WELL before the events in Game of Thrones/ Book one of ASOIAF- King Aerys Targaryen is on the throne, Elia Martell is alive, Ellaria Sand is not in the picture (yet?) and Oberyn doesn’t have any daughters yet. As for the universe this is set in, Each major house (Starks, Tyrells, Arryns, Martells etc) are the families that run each region of Westeros but with a 70s backdrop instead of a high fantasy one.

The reader is Oberyn’s favourite arm piece- one he brings to lots of events. He’s known as the hungriest of all the Martells and he likes to prove that to anyone who might question that, therefore, its no secret that Oberyn has had a number of partners and sometimes multiple at once, men and women. Insatiable appetite aside, Oberyn hasn’t enjoyed spoiling any girl as much as he does you, and he’s set on keeping you around for as long as you can keep up with him.

TAGS!!: female masturbation (descriptions, references, partner watches), subtle power play, 70s circle beds, crotchless romper, lots of praise, implied oral f receiving, other sex acts implied/ referenced, feelings, a little bit of angst at the end. ENJOY (if I missed any tags pls let me know!!)

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”

If you had expected any other words to be the first from your lover’s mouth the second he found you- after almost two months apart- you would've been disappointed. The first thing he had done, however, was pull you to him eagerly and greet your starved lips with a searing kiss. When you had separated only for the necessity of air, Oberyn had started remapping your body with his hands as if he had forgotten it in his absence.

You hummed against him, arms circling around his neck where his dark curls brushed against your skin. It had gotten longer since he had been away- you wondered if he planned to get it cut soon. “I missed you.” you told him, drawing in a breath of his cologne.

Oberyn groaned. “Honey, did you touch yourself?” His hands climbed up further, thumbs brushing against the sides of your breasts.

You nodded. “Of course I did. I missed every bit of you with every part of me.”

His brow creased in response. The world forgotten, Oberyn led you in the direction of his room. “How many times.”

You weren’t oblivious to the power you had over the man currently attacking your neck with desperate lips, and you couldn’t deny its effect on you- his effect on you- a welcome kind of intoxication. You gave him an answer, “I lost count.”

He nodded against you, lips dragging and stubble catching across your skin when he looked away to fumble with door handles. After he cursed them for sticking, he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You’ll forget all about your fingers when I’m done with you.”

When he finally got the double doors open it was you that pulled him inside, slamming one shut again by shoving his back against it and the other with a kick.

He looked at you differently then- still like an animal of course- for you had never known the hunger running deep in his pitch black eyes to ebb its flow. But this look came when you would reach out and touch the power you had. And nothing needed to be said, no words to acknowledge the truth- the way Oberyn looked at you let you know exactly how he felt about you seizing power.

The hardening length of him pressing against the inside of your thigh also got the message across without spoken language.

You leaned into the sensation and ran a hand up his chest, along the thick chain of his heirloom necklace. Dropping your voice only slightly, you said “Why don’t I show you?”

Oberyn was leaning forward so far on the vanity stool that you were almost sure he’d fall off it and get a mouthful of the brightly coloured shag rug that covered one side of the room. He watched intently as you draped yourself over his circle bed, pulling back the sheer curtain on your way in a manner you hoped was seductive.

Since you knew Oberyn was coming back that day, you’d made a point to wear one of his favourite pieces- a slinky, lace romper with only a few skimpy panels of silk. Though, what he liked about it most (other than the way it barely brushed the tops of your thighs- and the fact that it was sinfully crotchless) was the colour; not the typical warm orange or bright yellow that the Martell’s so famously covered everything in. You were like a beacon in the room as soon as you took off the earth-toned dress you were wearing, capturing the man before you as he drank in the sight of the romper- rich, royal purple.

He had muttered something that sounded remarkably like an old Dornish verse at the garment, swallowed, and restrained himself to the seat where he adjusted himself shamelessly.

Once you had gotten situated against the pile of velvet cushions set up against the arched bedhead, you stretched for effect, reaching high so he’d get a good view of the way your pert nipples peaked against the fabric. Seeking the rush from his response, you looked at him through your lashes and let out the faintest of moans.

His full lips tugged up at that, edging impossibly closer to the foot of the bed. You found yourself wondering how he would look kneeling for you… another time, you thought.

When he smiled fully, you were unable to resist mirroring it. “Go on, baby.” he said, voice strained with admiration. “Show me how you missed me.”

You obliged him, edging a hand down between your legs that you parted wide for your man to see. When you reached your uncovered sex, your eyes locked onto Oberyn’s as you spread yourself open with your fingers and felt the wetness that had began to gather there. It started slowly, your digits easing the anticipation into a low pressure that made your entire body relax further into the plushness of the bed.

He praised the sight, “That’s it, honey.” and you agreed with a lazy hum.

For a few minutes, you were content with the languid pace at which you teased yourself, running fingers up and down your slit and coating your lips with your arousal. Sufficient pressure built, you tilted your hips towards him and pulled one fingertip over your clit. The pleasure was instantaneous but you resisted throwing your head back in favour of maintaining eye contact with the man at the end of the bed. You noticed that he had scooted the chair forward and contorted himself to be eye-level with your cunt, elbows on his knees, one thumb tracing his bottom lip as he drank you in. He began to compliment you again, “Sweet honey, you look so-” but you cut him off when you moaned his name- circling the bud again to the sound of his voice catching. Before you could hold back the flutter of your eyes at the sensation, you saw the devilish smirk that took to Oberyn’s lips. He repeated the sentiment slower this time and complete, matching each word to the tempo of your fingers, “Sweet, sweet honey. You look so fucking gorgeous.”

It was then that you were suddenly, painfully aware that the man who was so good at pleasing you was so close to you and yet wasn’t touching you- not his hands nor his lips or his cock. His tender words were nowhere near your ear and they weren’t kissed into your skin- it was as if he had become the presence you imagined when he was away. And while the both of you were so clearly enjoying the dynamic, it was an intense thing to act out what you had done to imitate his affections in front of him. There was a rush to it- something exciting about showing him how you could superficially replace him- and the powerful feeling you got out of it easily outweighed the frustration of not having him between your legs right then.

Oberyn seemed to enjoy it as much as you did. You coaxed yourself closer to release with one digit slipping just inside every few swipes. You could hear him through it, his voice harmonising with each breathy moan from you and it sounded like he was repeating phrases- thanking the gods for what he was witnessing, cursing himself for not coming back sooner, praising you, encouraging you- and you could tell he was dying to touch himself.

Though you had intended to watch him the whole time, your eyes kept rolling with the effort to chase a climax. Looking at him again, you could’ve pounced on him- he had shifted upright and was working idly at the buttons on his shirt, never taking his eyes off you. He noticed the way your attention drew to the tent in his pants because you showed your appreciation by wetting your lips and arching your back, fingers never stopping.

You moaned his name again and he chuckled. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to touch myself. To think I’d come in my hand when your pussy is right in front of me- now that would be an insult.”

You replied without thinking, “You don’t have to come- you--” you paused to squirm, finding a better angle, “You could just stroke yourself a bit?” You were offering him the chance to even the dominance, maybe even take all of it. You’d let him.

It was a vain effort and a suggestion he refused entirely. “If I’m going to make you forget about your fingers- I need to see what they can do, right? I need to know what I’m up against.” He returned to his previous position, chain swinging heavily into his bare chest, hands locked together on his knees and gaze set on your dripping centre. “Don’t let up, sweetness, okay.”

His words encouraged you to go faster still and you moaned louder. When you started to thrust two fingers inside yourself everything felt enhanced. Your feet slid against the sheet as you struggled to ground yourself through the rapidly increasing intensity and your gasping breath turned into a string of words, “Gods, Oberyn- I missed you so much.” and “Did this every night- in every room.” A feat you exaggerated a little- Oberyn’s mansion was a relatively small building next to the Martell manor but it couldn’t be called humble. Your whole body started to burn when you told him how you missed his cock.

He didn’t hesitate to rouse you further, telling you how much he missed you- namely, “Your sweet cunt…” You lost sight of him when your head finally fell completely back into the mass of pillows but his voice rang equally insistent and lustful. “You’re my best girl, honey.” he said as you continued to tightly swirl your clit. “My sweet lover- that’s it, baby- so good for me.”

Tantalizingly close now, you reached under the romper to flick your nipples, squeezing because you desperately craved the same level of stimulation he’d so often saturate you with. Chasing that feeling further, you tried to hit your clit with the thumb of the same hand you fucked yourself on but you couldn’t.

For a second you almost gave up and asked him to help you come- add a finger- anything. But he got you there before you could even get out a word or a pleading moan. Oberyn’s praises came again and he practically begged you to come for him. “Come for me so I can make you come again and again. Let me prove that I missed you... Come so I can fuck you so good you forget the entire world--”

Your climax came out with a choked sob and in a white hot flash that drained all the feelings in your body. All of you went limp but your chest heaved in the air. The bliss was incredible and well-earned but there was so much more to be had.

With the little energy you could muster, you beckoned to him with the same fingers you pulled from yourself. They were still glossy with your slick but barely had the chance to cool in the air as Oberyn’s lips quickly latched around your fingers. His tongue swirled to devour your spend and hungry hands roamed over your tired thighs that trembled in the aftershock.

Kissing your knuckles once he had licked you clean, he moved the same hand to the crown of his head and encouraged you to grab hold. He gave your other hand the same treatment before he moved his lips over your thighs, massaging the tension from them with the pads of his fingers. “My turn.” he mumbled into your skin.

By the time Oberyn had proved himself better than your fingers, the sky was beginning to turn purple with dawn. When he had found you that day it had been just after 10pm.

Somehow, though, whether due to miraculous pacing or because neither of you had so recently exerted yourselves, you and Oberyn were still wide awake. He emerged from between your thighs again- this time without a heavy pant or a shiny chin- with a washcloth in his hand. Coming up to sit back fully on his knees, he unashamedly looked you over.

The purple romper had been folded down around your waist and you were sure one of the straps were broken from the force it had been yanked down with. He smirked proudly at the number of hickies he had left all over your skin as many of them would be seen regardless of what you wore. “You look good.” he said.

Oberyn was quite a sight himself. When he removed himself from the bed to return the cloth to his ensuite, you admired the way his skin gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat. His hair stuck out in every direction and before he disappeared behind the doorway, he rolled his shoulders and neck with a happy groan. You called out to him, “You make me look good.” Then, put off by the feeling of the lace against you, you kicked off the romper fully and stretched back out on the bed.

He replied, “I don’t agree with a single word of that, baby.”

When he came back into the room, you couldn’t help but admire the almost comical way in which he had shrugged on his favorite robe but not bothered with affording himself any more modesty in it than he had completely naked. You took the opportunity to ogle him openly, proud of the marks you had left on him and he wasted little time in crossing the room again to rejoin you on the bed. When he had gotten comfortable situated between your legs, this time on his back, with his head resting on your stomach and arms slung over your thighs, Oberyn looked up at you fondly. “I do think I proved myself though.”

“To who?”

That smug smile returned, “Well, to you.” Then he looked to think on it for a moment, pondering as his fingers drew half-thought images across the skin of your thigh. “Proved that I’m still good enough for you.”

You didn’t even bother to hold back from rolling your eyes. “You know that’s ridiculous, Oberyn.”

Oberyn nodded, warm eyes drooping before closing softly. “Mmhmm” he hummed.

It settled like that for a while. You stroked his hair, drawing more relaxed hums from him while a question started bubbling up in your mind.

You pushed it aside for a different one, “Why don’t we do something tomorrow?”

“Can’t, I’m afraid.” He sighed, “Doran wants me to come in first thing to review some clause in the trade documents with Lys- something about a weird shipment- it's all very complicated really. I’m sure he’ll find a way to keep me there longer too and spring more papers on me or something.” When he finished the silence started to sting. “I’m sorry, honey. You know I’d love to-”

You refused to let him get to the “but” in that sentence, “It’s okay--really! I mean we just did a lot… Maybe later in the week?”

Oberyn kissed your hand. He was visibly relieved of the tension diffusing between you.“You got it, honey.”

Oberyn left about an hour later, giving you a tender kiss on the forehead and the promise of “soon”. The warm spot beside you and the marks on you were the only tangible signs that Oberyn had even been there at all and you lamented the fact that they too would be quick to flee as the rest of him had.

You hated to pout but it was easy when your lover had barely spent a day with you before being snatched away again by something more important. Important, demanding or serious -any similar word- was more so because you were relatively less. You- unlike business or politics or events- could wait on his bed all day and night for his return.

Ultimatums weren’t known to be answered romantically every time. And you swore to yourself that you’d never force him to choose. Nevertheless, the seed of doubt had been planted and the casualness of your relationship with Oberyn nurtured it against your better judgement.

You stewed over these thoughts long into the morning, staring up at the canopy butt-naked.

He had told you something before he left for King’s Landing two months ago that you remembered suddenly. “... you are the reason I am going to rush back to Dorne.”, the unspoken idea there being that he would value your company above the general comfort of familiarity. You had almost told him then how you felt about him, but a nagging feeling had told you to hold it in and now you had to suffer under the weight of more doubts and insecurities.

Maybe if you had, he would have been able to clear up half of the doubts you were festering over- maybe he would have said he loved you too. It was a selfish thought but irresistible all the same and you were too quickly lulled into indulging in it.

[camileeon]

Hello! My name is Sophia but people call me Phia, I'm a minor (range 13-16) and gender fluid (I normally go by she/they pronouns tho). I'm looking for a romantic pair up but NO PRESSURE, you are of high demand because of all your AMAZING FICS (which Ive read them all lol). PLEASE don't feel obliged to do this, you also need to take care of yourself.

I'm Panamanian but with British heritage so I have pretty pale skin, (my first language is still Spanish tho) I have shoulder length fluffy/straight light brown hair and blue/grey eyes. I'm pansexual and don't care about gender! I'm also 5'2.

My friends say that I'm shy when I don't know someone and won't approach them but when you get to know me, I'm loud as HELL. According to others my personality is, funny, loud, pretty crazy, and sarcastic. I make snarky comments but know when to stop. I have a tendency to put other people peoples needs ahead of mine and I'm a HUGE PrOcrAsTinAToR. I'm scared of adults and authority in general and always stop people form getting into trouble (although sometimes I can't help myself lol) I LOVE reptiles and have a pet chameleon and bearded dragon (hoping for a fat tailed lizard in the future lol).

My hobbies are playing volleyball, I'm setter and captain of my team, I'm a musician (acoustic guitar, electric guitar, piano, ukulele, and contrabass in orchestra. I'm also the artist of the family lol, I make them pose for me to draw.

I would say my type is someone caring and doesn't mind my constant need for touch and affection. I also need someone funny and can match my sense of humor which is kinda intense. I want to be friends with them before dating and someone who will be willing to take it kinda slow. I want someone chaotic and loud but knows when to calm down and stuff. I also LOVE being little spoon and cuddled lol, HEAD KISSES ARE AMAZING!!!!

Thank you for taking your time to read this and remember to take care of yourself! You are a talented writer and a HUGE inspiration to me! (If you do this tho can you pls tag me tho)

Thank you, you amazing human being

- Phia :)

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YOUR MATCHUP IS..

CAMILO MADRIGAL

° ah yes, the shapeshifter. chaos to chaos at it's finest.

° Both of you know the boundaries when it comes to joking around, not too much nor too little when around other people.

° Camilo's is the one usually taking the trouble to the next level, having you to stop him before he gets scolded even further by his mom.

° Would play volleyball with you and other sports, he'd be very competitive and would tease you alot when you lose a match. But when it comes to him losing, he sometimes sulks but is actually a very good sport.

° Chaos humor at it's best, literal risking behaviour when it comes to pulling pranks.

° Also needing that friends phase before getting into a relationship, he wants to really know you well before potentially getting together with you.

° He's very romantic and loves giving you affection, is clingy but the good type.

° Loves being around you, he literally shines whenever you come over to see him like a dog wagging it's tail nonstop.

° Gives you loads of kisses, surprise back hugs and messes around with you alot affectionately <3

(a/n) Hope you enjoyed this one! ^^ Thank you for requesting!-Ceres🍊 @bokutosmeatythigh

[rocorambles]

Hewwo if your requests are still open could I request a hc of kuroo, sakusa, osamu, yaku, akaashi & bokuto where they get turned on by their s/o wearing their team jackets leading into some nasty hot smut pls 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

This is sooooooo delicious~

Warnings: NSFW

Kuroo

- Kuroo cannot keep his paws off of you when he sees how good you look in his red Nekoma jacket and there’s nothing innocent about how his eyes are hungrily drinking you in. 

- He’s a mess at practice. Missing blocks, tripping over his own two feet, bumping into his teammates on the court. All because he cannot stop turning to stare at you. 

- So really, it shouldn’t be a surprise to you that he rudely kicks the entire team out of the gym early and hauls you into the equipment room, forces you down on all fours, and roughly fucks into you from behind, possessive pride and lust raging at the NEKOMA logo staring right up at him. And when you’re both exhausted and in post-coital bliss, he can’t help but think that you’d look even better in his jersey, his number proudly on display.

Sakusa

- He hates the idea of anyone, even you, wearing his stuff and getting your germs all over them and you respect the way he feels for the most part. But it’s chillier in the gym than you had thought it was going to be and you can’t help but pull on Sakusa’s jacket as you watch him play on the court. 

- Sakusa freezes when he turns and sees you huddled in his jacket, trying to stay warm and he’s surprised that he...doesn’t mind? He actually likes the way you look in it? 

- You hurry to take off his jacket when you see Sakusa drawing near you after the game, but you stare at him with wide surprised eyes when he stops you from unzipping the fabric. He’s quiet while the two of you make your way home. He’s always quiet, but there’s a tension in the air that you can’t explain. 

- You yelp in surprise when Sakusa’s large hand grabs your wrist and drags you to the bedroom as soon as the two of you lock the front door closed behind you, hardly having time to process what’s happening as Sakusa shoves you onto the bed. But you moan when he quickly straddles you, hungrily kissing you. You once again move to unzip the jacket, only to be stopped once again and understanding dawns on you when you see the way he intensely takes in your figure clothed in his jacket and you help him strip you of everything from the waist down and he thrusts in and out of you, never tearing his eyes from the way your moaning face looks above the collar of his jacket. 

Osamu

- This boy can’t stop staring at you with the softest love in his eyes when he sees you bundled up in his jacket and he can’t help the way he can’t stop from wrapping you in his arms every chance he can get, pouting when you bat his arms away as you try to get work done. 

- But finally with all your errands done, he finally gets his way and he happily cuddles you in his arms on the couch as the two of you watch a cooking show on Netflix. However, as much as he loves food, he can’t stop glancing down at you, heart thumping rapidly from how adorable you are and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

- But Osamu’s always had a big appetite and just that isn’t enough for him as he nudges you to turn around to face him, pressing his lips insistently against yours. Needless to say, the show becomes forgotten in the background, the sound just background music to your pretty moans as Osamu thoroughly but slowly slides in and out of you, reveling in how pretty you look writhing beneath him, rumpling his jacket. 

Yaku

- This boy LOVES seeing you in his jacket and he’s all grins as he proudly holds your hand and shows you off to the rest of the team, practically raving about how cute you look. 

- Yaku’s a top-notch libero already, but fueled by the sight of you in his jacket, he becomes even more of a force to be reckoned with and Nekoma easily wins their game. You loudly cheer him on and both of you wildly grin as he rushes towards you after the match is over, pulling you into a tight hug and a passionate kiss, only stopping when Kuroo makes a teasing comment about not doing disgusting things in front of the children. 

- That’s okay because you know you’ll be thoroughly celebrating Yaku’s victory at home and sure enough, here you are on your back, gasping and moaning as Yaku ruts in and out of you, your face going hot as Yaku deliberately stares deeply into your eyes as he has his way with you, his eyes briefly looking lower to see how your lower bodies connect right underneath the hem of his jacket. 

Akaashi

- Akaashi’s always quiet and subtle, even with you, and maybe that’s why you don’t immediately notice how affected he is by the way his jacket drapes over your figure. You don’t notice the way he slightly chokes and tightly grasps his water bottle when he turns to see you sitting on the sideline, nonchalantly wearing his jacket. 

- So you’re shocked when you open your books when the two of you go back to your room for your daily studying session, only to be hauled into your boyfriend’s lap, large hands delicately slipping underneath his jacket and caressing your body as he sensually kisses you. 

- But the movements become harsher, the kiss hungrier and before you know it, you’re bare from the waist down, Akaashi’s pants pulled down just enough for his cock to slip out and you shudder as you sink onto his length. With your mouth open and your eyes hazed over, Akaashi thinks you look absolutely ethereal and he lowers the zipper on his jacket just a bit, enough for him to lather your neck and collarbones with kisses and marks as you grind on top of him, bouncing on his cock desperately. 

Bokuto

- Bokuto’s head explodes when he sees you in his jacket and his eyes just turn into big blank puppy eyes as he tries to process his thundering heart and how adorable you look. He’s a mess at first, barely paying attention to the court until Akaashi scolds him. And even then it takes some time, but eventually he snaps back into it and you stare in awe as he jumps higher than usual, spikes harder than normal, fueled by the sight of his pretty darling in his jacket. 

- You laugh when he excitedly rushes towards you after practice, seeking affirmation that he did a great job and you oblige him, telling him how cool he looked, how amazing he was and he practically thrums with excitement, begging you to wear his jacket all the time as his good luck charm. 

- When you get back home and begin to take off your clothes, you stop when Bokuto loudly whines as he sees you reach for the jacket zipper, but an idea pops into your head and you smirk as you begin to strip down of everything else other than his jacket, internally laughing at how Bokuto’s eyes get even wider and his mouth drops open at the sight of you in nothing but his unzipped jacket. You wink at him and strut to the bedroom, carefully listening for your boyfriend and chuckling at the scrambling clumsy footsteps you hear racing towards you. 

- You barely open the bedroom door when strong arms scoop you up and launch the both of you at the bed and you squeal at the way you both slightly bounce from the force. But squeals quickly turn to breathy moans as Bokuto hungrily gropes and sucks every inch of your body that he can, practically tearing his own clothes as he rushes to sink inside of you. And he stares in awe as your back arches, his jacket splaying around you even more. 

[costellos]

LOL A 401K IM DEAD but honestly...... tru

all that tax stuff, retirement plans.... nanami’s got it covered. and then there’s gojo, committing tax fraud 🤧 i’d compare gojo to salt as a seasoning but that’s kinda mean, he does have some flavor. like, sugar probably suits him better?? sweet, can be addicting, but bad for you if have too much of it 🙈 AND THEN NANAMI. man’s the whole spice rack, he wouldn’t have it anything less since he loves food so much 😤 he is, as we say, umami personified 🤌

yeah, it’s unfortunate lmfao but oh well. i do occasionally have them in a smoothie though, like you said!

alsjfhsha it’s def time consuming.... like i’d be sitting down w my family and when i’m finally done picking it all out, they’ve finished eating welp 😭 and yeah, the rational part of me knows that, but i’m that person someone has to go up the service worker for and be like “excuse me she asked for no pickles” (except i didn’t 🙈) i’m much better in restaurants bc the language barrier isn’t as intimidating so i will tell them to leave out an ingredient if it’s something i can’t easily take out

mmmmm i can see that! he’d be the guy who’d eat pizza with a fork and knife wouldn’t he lol. and dab all the excess oil off w a napkin. he probably only goes to the Legit pizza places too haha but i think if he likes you enough he can be convinced to eat almost anywhere

ofc!! ask games are more fun if it goes both ways 😌 and ooooo tsumu! interesting...... 👀 those are honestly such good date ideas w a guy like atsumu! that’d rly be smth he’d enjoy and ngl the moment i read ‘something physical’ i immediately imagined y’all racing LMAO. he’s a prime example of how competition can be good for you w the right person, so i can see you filling in the space osamu left after he decided to focus more on his food aspirations. like imagine making cute lil bets w him and the loser having to do what the winner wanted hehe. omg a double date w the miya twins would be sm fun tho??? from my impression of you so far, i definitely trust you to keep tsumu in line lmfao so catch me there. me and osamu are the ones spectating and judging your guys’ competitions and cheering you on to beat atsumu like we’re olympic commentators or smth LOL

aaaaa i’m honestly p shy but if anything can get me to come off anon, it’d be nanamin 😂 (it’s like we’re todo and yuji bonding over their shared type but w nanami skdjfjsjsjs) let me know if you prefer to keep it here or on discord and i’ll give you my account, whichever platform you like better! also congrats on 1k! much deserved!! 🎉

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A;LDSKJ GOJO WOULD COMMIT TAX FRAUD. lmao salt is a lil mean!! sugar is more fitting <3 sugar is also used for more fun foods, and I feel like it matches him bc of his sweet tooth. but Nanami........ o lawd. definitely the whole spice rack yes. 100% agree. pls I would use him in everything. wait was that a weird thing to say?

ah I totally understand! well, u got this friend. the next time u go out for Mexican food, I’ll be there cheering for u in spirit!!

and yes.... ugh... I don’t think he’s particularly picky, he’ll try anything. he just doesn’t like foods that are excessive, if that makes sense? like what you were saying with the grease. I think he’s more the type to like subtle flavors. an obnoxious meat lover’s pizza from The Hut would be a no go, but he’s down for a, quote, Legit Pizza Place. the kind of Italian restaurant that’s authentic! but let’s admit it, by that point it wouldn’t even technically be “pizza.” authenticity comes with a price :’)

ty friend you’re far too kind 🥺 AND PLS YOU’RE MAKING ME BLUSH OVER MY LAPTOP HHHHHHH. I would love nothing more than to fill the Osamu-shaped hole in his heart once they both go into their separate careers. and god..... don’t encourage him. or me. I would definitely make bets w him. and I would win. but thank you sweet anon, I would do my best to keep him from annoying the shit out of you!! it would be an honor to have you and Osamu comment on our tomfoolery. 👉👈

MY GOD I WAS ABOUT TO KEYBOARD MASH AGAIN. we’re definitely Todo and Yuji.... u like Nanami and so now I’m obligated to imagine a whole life we coulda had together in high school together. even tho I graduated five years ago. and I’m assuming you did some time ago too since you mentioned you’re old...... lordt. anyway! thank you for the congrats!! I would love to discuss more headcanons and such w you over Discord! dm me and I’ll add you so that we can sob over Nanami’s absence in the anime <33

nanamin date anon said: me, rewatching eps 9-13 on replay until the new episode comes out: hahaha i love all the jjk characters equally! nanamin and *looks at smudged writing on hand* the extras

lol i love them all rly, it’s just super refreshing to have an adult like nanami in a shounen

haha yeah, i’m definitely glad i’m not the oldest (bc that’s way too much responsibility for me, idk how they do it) so being player 2 as a younger sibling isn’t too bad, especially since it’s the story that i’m usually more interested in rather than the gameplay itself. i don’t have to worry about remembering which buttons to press in a fight when i can just watch the plot play out lol. (it’s definitely a good game, i just suck at the controls 😅 my brother let me play a bit and i couldn’t get the web swinging down i was struggling so bad aslfjjfsjak) what sort of games are you into? 👀

even if it’s boring to some ppl, watching is a good way to experience the game for yourself as well, esp if it’s a single player game! ofc i do tend to prefer multiplayer games, but it’s not too dissimilar to watching someone play a sport tbh. AND NO KENMA IM PRO-SIDEQUEST LIVE OUT YOUR COMPLETIONIST DREAMS. if we gotta fetch that dude a super rare item to unlock his backstory we MUST do it ok

YEAH! mikorin is also voiced by noya’s va! it’s honestly a shame gsnk didn’t get a second season, it’s so good 😔

me: lol does that mean kuroo’s your tomoda

kenma: ok this date is over

LMFAOOOOO not my fault the popular choices are the ones that get you the good end 😤 and it’s all good, i’m also guilty of replaying to see how the other choices impact the story haha. if there’s no save system tho, i’d make him switch out w me every time we replay bc i’d zone out at all the repeat stuff (bless games that have a skip option 🙏)

UGH TELL ME ABOUT IT!!! ok so I love the other charas too but.... Nanami’s so good. so good. iono about you, anon, but I went back and rewatched his episodes from the dub and it made me Feel Things. and I agree, it is refreshing to see an adult like him in shounen. esp since he treats the kids like kids. and he makes it clear that their being kids is never a bad thing. I will reiterate: he’s so good.

ahhh friend that’s so nice!. your brother sounds really chill. plus it sounds like a good balance: you get to watch the story, and he gets to dick around!! win-win. and as for my fav games, I’m up for anything! I try to avoid co-op games like Overwatch bc I get too competitive and I’m a sore loser lmao (but they are fun!). the last games I played were the Last of Us 2 and Persona 5, two very different games, but stuff that’s a good time nonetheless. tbh as long as I can immerse myself in the story and there’s tons to explore, I’m down. what about you?? you’d kind of mentioned otome games and Animal Crossing, but I’m curious!

hm. interesting. that’s a nice way to look at it. I guess if it’s a really good game, it’s no different from an interactive movie! also Kenma would love that omg you’re going to save so many villages in the rpgs he plays w you.... gotta max out EVERYTHING. every side quest! every mundane task!! collect literally every feather!!! but I feel like he would pass the time by making idle conversation. like some dumb shit Lev had mentioned earlier that day. such a nice way to unwind at the end of the day, shit talking Lev w his fav person 😌

anyway! going back to completionist stuff: Kenma would have such a blast going back and replaying games w you! and yes bless games w a skip option hhh. thankfully he’d remember all your previous choices together, so he can help navigate where to go next. he has no qualms handing the controller over, I think he’d love to curl up next to you and analyze how you play! but I also feel like he’d be giving unwarranted suggestions....... thanks, Kenma.

also, about Mikorin’s va: WHAT. OH MY GOD. so many things to learn..... pls. indulge me w your trivia.

[ratedbangtann]

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙔𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞

𝚈𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝...

                                Pairing: Jimin/Yoongi Word count: 1.3k Warnings: m+m, dom!jimin, sub!yoongi, rough sex, angry sex, anal sex, oral

a/n: this was literally the first ever m+m smuts i ever wrote, and one fo the first bts smuts i ever wrote too so pls be gentle lmao

                              Jimin had had enough. His boyfriend, Yoongi, had been working late every night in his genius lab for the last 3 weeks. 3 WHOLE WEEKS. Every night, Jimin would stay up late, waiting for him to come home. But every time he did, he was too tired or too frustrated with his project. It was driving Jimin crazy. All he wanted was a little attention! And he was getting needy...

As Yoongi came home late that night, Jimin was sat on the couch in the front room waiting. Yoongi threw his keys onto the table by the front door and flicked on the light, being taken by surprise and jumping out of his skin when he saw Jimin.

"Babe? What are you still doing up? It's like... 1 in the morn-"

"I know," Jimin snapped. He stood up, ready to confront his hyung. "This is getting ridiculous, Yoongi. How long is this going to go on for? I never see you anymore."

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, I just..."

"No, enough excuses. I don't want to be waiting up for you like this all the time!" Jimin raised his voice in frustration. Yoongi had to admit to himself, he loved seeing Jimin get like this.

The way his brows furrowed, his eyes darkened, his shoulder muscles tensed up... Yoongi would have to be crazy to not be turned on by the boy in the angry state he was in. He stepped towards the younger, a sly little smirk on his lips.

"So how do I make it up to you?"

And as if a lightbulb had gone off in Jimin's head, he looked up at his hyung, an evil - yet adorable - smile plastered on his lips.

"Come here," he ordered, all respect for his elders gone. Yoongi stood in front of him. Jimin stood up, matching his height and looking right into Yoongi's eyes.

"Tonight, I get my way."

Jimin grabbed his boyfriend by his shoulders and pulled him onto the couch so he was stood over him, looking more intimidating than he ever had before. He crashed his lips to Yoongi's, all his anger and frustration energising the kiss. Yoongi had to stretch his neck to reach, Jimin's hands pulling him closer as they tangled in his hair. It was usually Yoongi in control, but it turned him on so much to see his baby get like this. He'd let him have this victory.

Jimin let his frustration and desire take over. He pushed Yoongi down onto his back, straddling his hips and kissing him with such ferocity, Yoongi moaned aloud. He just couldn't keep it in. Jimin was turning him on so much, his erection growing rapidly in his jeans.

Jimin could feel it pressing into his leg, and he knew he had him right where he wanted him. He lowered his hips, letting his own erection graze against Yoongi's. Yoongi growled a little under his breath, fighting the urge to turn against Jimin and take over.

He had no idea that Jimin was actually capable of overpowering him.  Jimin had enough of the teasing, and started to lift the sweater Yoongi was wearing over his head, throwing it to the floor. He trailed wet, sloppy kisses own his chest, biting at his soft skin every so often.

Jimin could feel it pressing into his leg, and he knew he had him right where he wanted him. He lowered his hips, letting his own erection graze against Yoongi's. Yoongi growled a little under his breath, fighting the urge to turn against Jimin and take over.

He had no idea that Jimin was actually capable of overpowering him. Jimin had enough of the teasing, and started to lift the sweater Yoongi was wearing over his head, throwing it to the floor. He trailed wet, sloppy kisses own his chest, biting at his soft skin every so often.

Reaching the hem of his jeans, he made eye contact with a very needy Yoongi.

"You're gonna have to ask very, very nicely," Jimin instructed.

"P-please, Chim."

"Please what?" he teased, needing to hear those filthy words leave his boyfriend's lips.

"Please touch my cock."

Jimin obliged, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans and shimmying them down his thighs. Yoongi found himself whimpering, much like Jimin usually would when he was desperate for contact. He couldn't help it. The tables had definitely turned tonight.

In an effort to tease his submissive further, Jimin licked a line along Yoongi's clothed length. Yoongi sucked in a mouthful of air between gritted teeth, and Jimin pulled the boys boxers down by the waistband, freeing Yoongi's dick.

Jimin wasted no time in taking his length in his hand and pumping ferociously, never breaking eye contact with Yoongi. Yoongi didn't dare look away in fear that he would stop his actions, like he had done to Jimin so many times before. But when Jimin took his head in between his plump lips, he couldn't help but throw his head back in pure pleasure. The younger worked his magic with his mouth, bringing Yoongi closer and closer to the edge and getting more turned on with every grunt and moan that emitted the man's lips. Just as he was about to reach his climax, Jimin stopped.

"Wh-why'd you stop?" Yoongi panted, out of breath and sweaty. Jimin didn't answer, but simply stood up and undressed himself, removing Yoongi's jeans and boxers from around high thighs.   Yoongi almost drooled at the sight of him; toned abs, broad shoulders, large biceps...

He was perfect, but he couldn't focus on how lucky he was right now, he could only focus on his need for Jimin's touch.

"Turn over," Jimin ordered, stroking himself slowly. Yoongi did as he was told, flipping onto his stomach. Jimin positioned himself in between his legs, spreading them so he could fit between them. He spat into his hand, the only lube that he had at hand, and coated his cock.

"What do you want, baby?" he asked.

"Fuck me, Jimin. Please." Jimin leaned forward slightly, rubbing the head of his cock against Yoongi's asshole.

"Don't you dare cum until I say you can," he warned, before slowly sliding himself into him. Yoongi moaned out loud; usually it was him sliding himself into Jimin. He'd forgotten what it felt like to have Jimin fill him up like this, and it was absolute bliss.

Jimin held onto Yoongi's hips as his thrusts became more angry; he was letting out the last 3 weeks of frustration, taking it out on his boyfriend; not that he minded. His moans were louder than Jimin's, with his cock hitting his prostate harshly.

"Touch yourself, hyung."

Yoongi listened to the demands and started to stroke his length as Jimin pounded into him, the sounds of skin slapping on skin becoming louder and faster.

"Chim, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, the feeling building and building. It wouldn't be long...

"No, not yet. Hold on. You wait for me like I've waited for you every fucking night," Jimin spat. He was close too, the heat in the room making sweat drip from his forehead and run down his chest. The rhythm of his hips became sloppy as his high overcame him. He pulled out just before he came, in time to flip Yoongi over so he could explode on his stomach. Jimin grunted like some kind of animal, spilling his frustrations over his boyfriend as he jerked himself off underneath him. Seeing his baby come undone in front of him was enough to top him off.

He came over himself, whining like a little puppy dog, the way Jimin usually did. Both boys were a sweaty, out of breath mess. Jimin had definitely got his frustrations out in the way he needed to.

"F-fuck, Chimchim. That was..."

"Fucking amazing. I need to get angry with you more often," Jimin laughed. Yoongi laughed, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Seriously though, Chim. I'm sorry I've been working so hard at the studio. Tomorrow, we'll stay in. Just you and me all day, okay?" Jimin smiled, nodding.

"But if you think you're gonna be in control like this tomorrow, you can think again. I'll get my fucking revenge, baby." Yoongi smirked his usual menacing smirk.

Jimin knew exactly what that meant.

[rogerina-yee-haw]

Ben Hardy - NSFW Alphabet

a/n: it’s finally fucking here!! hope you enjoy!! 

THANK YOU FOR 600+ FOLLOWERS! ILY ALL!!!

you thirsty hoes,,,,I love you all, and you fucking bombarded me with “BEN HARDY NSFW ALPHABET PLEASE”. here. have what you asked for. it’s shitty and not well-written. but I am the same thirsty hoe as you all are, so we’ve gotta enjoy little things. LOVE Y’ALL and keep bombarding me with horny shit pls <3

Ben i hope you never see this and it’s clearly based on the image of Ben i have in my head and has nothing to do with reality

warnings: smut (adults only please), language, typos

disclaimer: everything (!) is consensual. Always ask for your partner’s consent on different sexual and other things. 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ben is a really caring and loving person. It doesn’t matter whether the sex was rough or slow - he’d still take care of you. He helps clean you up, sometimes he’d just cuddle with you till you fall asleep; sometimes he makes you both tea and you just watch some romcom together while cuddling.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Ben worships every part of you. Of course, while having sex, he pays special attention to your boobs and ass, but he still adores your whole body. He loves your hands, the way they feel on his skin when you cup his face and kiss him, and the way they feel on his cock. Ben can’t get enough of you; he’s so in love and he just knows that every part of you is perfect.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

If you have sex without a condom (what happens occasionally as you’re running out of them quite often), he comes on your boobs, ass or stomach. When you give him a blowjob and you give him a clear consent that it’s alright, he comes in your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret

Ben has too many. He wants to try anal, threesome, tie you up to bed, foodplay...Whenever you two discuss something new you want to try, he’d bring up one of this things; and if you agreed to it, he’d be happy to oblige.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?) 

He’s experienced enough to give you at least two orgasms during the might. 

F = Favourite Position

Any position under the sun. He loves missionary (cause he’s a soft vanilla boi), loves to watch how you tits bounce in tune with hus thrusts; doggy, you on top, reverse cowgirl, 69... you name it. He’s strong enough to pull up the plough and fuck you against the wall. This man loves every position because he gets to have sex with you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Sometimes he is goofy. Sometimes it’s both him and you telling each other silly stuff, whispering sweet nothings and just having lazy sex. Sometimes it’s pure lovemaking when his thrusts are sensual and passionate, it’s gripping his shoulders and running his hands through your hair, just worshipping each other. And sometimes it’s rough, with dirty words spilling from his mouth. “You’re such a bad girl, you don’t get to cum”, “You like that? Like my cock deep inside you, like me filling you up?”, “Look at how needy you’re, letting me fuck you the car”. He has you across his lap, spanking and fingering you till you’re begging for sweet release.

The thing is, you never now what kind of sex you’re going to have. It’s always different with Ben, and you love it to no end.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

Have you ever seen this man with a stubble? Me neither. That’s why he probably keeps it clean shaved down there as well.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Ben is very romantic. He can’t keep his hands off of you, he can’t stop whispering praises and love words against your skin. He just loves you too much.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away filming, he jacks off rather often, especially when you two have phone sex. He just imagines that it’s your mouth wrapped around his length, sucking him off just the way he likes it, and it helps him to keep up for the next couple of days without you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Let’s get this bread these kinks:

Hair pulling. He lets out an animalistic growl whenever you tug on his hair too harshly whenever he eats you out, and it just drives him insane.

Breeding kink. It’s some serious shit right here: he gets hard immediately whenever he thinks about you being pregnant with his child. He doesn’t specifically try to get you pregnant, but when once you ask him to cum inside you, he just looks at you with wide eyes. “Are you sure, baby?”. “Ben, I want it. I know you do too”. And he’s just so determined to it, so any time you’d have sex without a condom, he is more than happy to cum in you and get you pregnant. Not that you mind.

Dirty talk. This man is a pro at it. It’s like pure filth is just spilling from his mouth whenever he fucks you roughly. “On your knees, love”, “Fuck, you’re so good, taking me so well”, “You don’t know how good you look being wrecked by my cock”. Sometimes you two would have sex in front of a body-length mirror (don’t ask why), and he would say shit like this, “Look at your pretty tits bouncing like this”, “You’re such a dirty girl, begging for my cock inside you”, “You’ve gotta learn to be quiet, love, or I won’t let you cum”. When he spanks you, the talking would be even filthier. “You’re already so wet, such a little slut”, “You were such a bad girl today, didn’t wear panties just to tease me, and now I have to punish you”, “Count for me, baby”, “Do you like it? Like when I’m spanking you?”, “You take it so well, angel, such a good girl”. 

Daddy kink. Look me in the eyes and tell me it doesn’t get him going. Right. You can’t, cause it’s true. Whenever you whimper “daddy” while he’s pounding into you, he’ll fuck you even harder. If you’re teasing him, and at one point you say “Oh, daddy, please, fuck my tight little pussy”, in a seductive voice, you know for sure he’d fuck the soul outta you on the nearest surface.

Dominance. He’s usually this cute softie, but when you ask him for it, he’ll be in his full dom!mood. “You want to cum, huh? You better earn it”, “You want me to fuck your tight little pussy, hm? Use your words, love”.

Bondage. When you agreed to be tied up to bed, Ben went crazy. And when you suggested tying him up and then sucked him off for dear life, he was more than happy. He’s just one kinky boi.

Overstimulation. It goes both ways. When he makes you cum once, he doesn’t stop until you’re practically screaming and coming again. Sometimes you’d suck him off and when he reaches his high, you wouldn’t stop until he does it again.

Choking. Have you seen thse hands? Holy fuck. Once, he’d be fucking you from behind and wrap his fingers around your neck lightly, just to feel you. And when you squeezed his wrist and whispere, “Harder, daddy”, he had to restrain himself from busting right then and there.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. You had sex in public places too many times because of different reasons: in a public restroom cause you were drinking wine and licking your lips; in his car because you were dancing to this one song and your tits were bouncing in this tank top that you were wearing, and Ben just had to pull over and put you on his lap and fuck you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You. You make him go crazy, literally anything you do.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Ben wouldn’t do anything that would hurt both of you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. The man is a fucking professional. Like, have you seen him? Exactly. His tongue and fingers would bring you over the edge multiple times a night. 

Receiving. He loves seeing you on your knees, licking on his tip, taking him in his mouth, likes seeing your mascara running and makeup being ruined because you put your heart and soul into giving him the best blowjob in his life.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s always different with Ben. He may start slowly, devour you sensually, but then pick up the pace and be rough and thrust into you harshly, just the way you like it.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Ben doesn’t really like quickies, he prefers proper sex more. But with the busy schedule you both have it’s not always possible to fuck each other normally. So you have quickies rather often.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Ben would always love to experiment if this is something that you want, too.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

He is one strong boi™. He can go at least for two rounds.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

There are some toys that you both own and Ben loves to use them on you, when you’re squirming and begging him to let you cum.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ben enjoys it. He just adores your cute face when you’re impatient, when you can’t hold your orgasm back anymore. He’d tease you to no end, he’d be teasing you to the point when you have to bury your face in your hands and squeeze your thighs - just to cover yourself from everyone (such teasing usually happens in public places, specifically in restaurants, under the table).

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud when he’s close to cumming. Usually he grunts and growls, and when you’re riding him, he lets out moans and praises.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Ben is actually really soft. Even when his dom!persona is on the full mode, he still is very gentle and caring. He’d call you, “love”, “baby”, “angel”, and would always care about your comfort first. He cries very easily (usually when he’s too excited and happy), loves to cuddle with you whenever there is a possibility and just loves to be domestic and gentle.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His size is enough to make you scream and beg for more.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Really high. Anything you do gets him going - starting from cooking and laughing and ending in you lying naked under him. You always make him all smitten and turned on.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’s quick to fall asleep, especially if the sex was rough and hard. You love to watch him sleep, when he’s snorting quietly and he just looks like an absolute angel.

[ofblessedsoul]

rules.

general etiquette.

please be respectful. i don’t think that needs to be repeated. you’re free to critique certain aspects about my muse, but i can guarantee you their core personality is something i won’t change. also, if you’re going to critique my muse, just don’t be a dick about it, and be constructive please

also hi, i’m indian. i’m hindi indian. i most likely have quite a bit more authority than you do about nahyuta’s religious and cultural background. no, i’m not the most terribly versed in hinduism, just like most christians don’t know the bible cover to cover, but i’m acutely aware of my own culture and thus channel that into him, so no, it isn’t appropriating.

i’m hugely all for the idea of casually IM’ing, and the concept doesn’t scare me, even if it’s just to spot-check on little details here and there. i’m also well-known for freely im’ing people, so just let me know if that makes you uncomfortable!

if i interact with you, it means i’ve read your bio, probably multiple times! you don’t have to worry about that.

roleplaying.

hey so i have a life; please don’t pester me repeatedly about our threads. probably once a week is a good time to poke me.

don’t godmod ( attempt to control my muse during your reply ) cuz that’s pretty bad. if during your reply, you want my muse to do something, 90% of the time it’s cool, but please just double-check with me in an IM or something. 

in fact, i pretty much only roleplay with plots involved. they can be silly or lighthearted, or dark if you want, but i’m just no good at random starters where two folks who know nothing about each-other just kinda gotta smoosh themselves together. it’s weird sometimes okay. that being said, i’m cool with pretty much any topic and i’m always down for an interesting thread where they Don’t Just smoosh into each-other y’know.

my IMs are always open for plotting and stuff, and once we get to know one-another and i’m cool with you, i can hand out my discord.

i don’t rp nsfw. that doesn’t mean i’m against it; hell i’m all for it, but the idea of writing it out just seems to go on longer than i ever would like. i’m usually all for the idea of rp’ing foreplay and aftercare, but not really the act, y’know? fade to blacks are where it’s at with me. also if you’re a minor, i won’t even do that sorta stuff with you. it’s illegal kids.

i do rp other stuff, like violence, etc., and i will most definitely tag it as well as put a read more before the triggering thing happens. more on that in the tagging section. i’m usually okay with most topics ( unless it’s otherwise stated in my mun section with my own triggers ), but run it by me first.

nahyuta doesn’t really swear,but i curse like a sailor and i don’t usually think about tagging it, but if it makes you uncomfortable i’ll def make exceptions!

also while i have some pretty predetermined headcanons for my muse’s relationships with others, i’m always down to discuss it and compromise. it isn’t fair for me to have complete control, or you to have complete control, of the headcanon present unless we both look at each-other and agree with it.

i always kinda try to go with the writing flow, but not necessarily match length. i’m always down for one- and some-liners, but if i give you a paragraph, please don’t give me a one-liner. i get the impression you’re not interested, so if you don’t wanna give that impression just Don’t do that. i also won’t try to give you paragraphs if we’ve established a one- and some-liner flow. 

i also don’t use icons? so that’s a thing. it’s too hard to keep up with all of them man.

following.

as on my description, i’m selective. i won’t follow you unless i wanna interact with you.

i’m also more selective about multi-verse characters, especially if it’s a fandom i don’t know ( and i don’t know a lot of fandoms, so just bear with me ). this counts for professor layton, since i haven’t played PL vs. AA. if you’re an oc, i’m cool with that, just please have a bio so i know who i’m working with and how my muse could interact with them best.

i don’t follow / rp with personal blogs. also if you’re a personal, please don’t reblog my posts.

i will not follow if ( don’t take these personally it’s not your fault! ) — you’re a double; you don’t have a rules / mun page; you don’t have an about; you don’t trim posts; i don’t see how our characters could interact ( within and outside of ace attorney fandom )

i will unfollow if — you post a lot of ooc things not relevant to rp; your rp blog is also your personal but also not sometimes you know the ones; you say something against my beliefs; if something on your blog makes me uncomfortable. i’m not really obligated to tell you why if we aren’t super close

shipping.

nahyuta prefers males. he’s never gonna end up with a girl. please don’t try to convince him or me.

this blog is multi-ship, and what relationships he’s in can be found in his verses ( if you care about that stuff idk ). ships are based off chemistry, as i’m the kinda person that likes the softer, more romantic feelings between muses and a lot of intentional strife for the sake of Ship Drama and Constant Angst makes me tired. like i’m all for occasional angst for relationship development but like please

i don’t ship nahyuta with anyone under the age of 20 ( so 21+ for the folks at home watching ). no minors, of course, for obvious reasons, but i’m also deeply uncomfortable with the idea of a 25 year old man being together with a fresh adult. it’s not pedophilia sure but i still find it morally wrong as to why a 25 year old man can’t find a relationship with people his age. don’t try to convince me or i’ll hard block you like so fast.

i also don’t ship nahyuta with any of his siblings ( apollo and rayfa ). i don’t care what you say about ‘oh apollo isn’t really related to him’ please go find some other nahyuta who’s willing to do something that morally wrong ya nasties actually tell me who you are first so i can block you first and tell all my friends to block you too

mun.   

  hello! i’m ji-ji, your local nonbinary blob on the internet! i’m 21 years old and use they/them pronouns!

i have clinically diagnosed depression, anxiety, and borderline personality disorder ( bpd ), and i’m currently going to university, so such things can definitely intrude on my reply speed and motivation.

i also happen to be a part of and mod a pokemon rp group, which is my main fandom! considering this is a secondary / side fandom, i might not be on this blog that often. that being said, i’m relatively new to indie rp, and especially that of ace attorney rp. the last time i did indie ( though it was here on tumblr ), was back before we had im’ing, if that tells you anything, so the new landscape of indie and how it works is rather daunting for me, so please be patient

i have triggers, but they’re only brought about without proper warning, IE if you don’t run it by me and it happens very suddenly. these triggers are: major character death, verbal abuse, & emotional abuse — namely gaslighting. again, if this is brought up ahead of time, it’s fine, minus the major character death. please don’t have your muse up and die on me mid-thread.

the only games i haven’t played are Professor Layton vs. Ace Attorney and Investigations 2 ( though i’ll get to it… i’ll get to it alright… )

i really love making new friends and ace attorney is one that i’m really passionate about and have been in for a long time! you’re always free to IM me just to talk about stuff!

thank you for reading this. you’re wonderful 💕

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