#att tips

[liljakonvalj]

Potentiell cursed matkombination som jag tror mig ha uppfunnit ikväll. Men så gott!

Gjorde en variant på chow mein (nudlar) idag. Jag säger "variant" eftersom jag inte hade alla ingredienser hemma utan knåpade ihop med vad jag hittade hemma.

Resulterade i en helt okej rätt, men ej perfekt. Det saknades något, men jag kunde inte få till det med vad jag hade hemma.

Men efter någon timme kom jag på vad jag har hemma som blir perfekt till. Rödbetssallad!

Och det var så gott ihop! Ni hörde det här folks:

Nudlar + rödbetssallad = sant

For non-swedes, tonight I discover a new culinary combo. It consists of Chow Mein noodles and Rödbetssallad (a swedish sauce in witch the main ingredients are beets, mayo and pickle mash) and is imo very tasty.

[enekorre]

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[xblackreader]

I’m ready to draw again!

I’m also taking personal commissions for OCs and Ship art 🤭 and I also accept and appreciate tips on my bio 💗

[swedika]

10 Effektiva Tips för att Lära sig Svenska

Enkla och Beprövade Metoder för att Snabba upp Din Språkinlärning och Utveckla Dina Språkkunskaper

[lifestylebylinda]

10 tips för att lyckas gå ner i vikt

Planera måltider: Mealpreppa hälsosamma måltider och mellanmål i förväg för att undvika frestelser. Kolla in mitt senaste inlägg för tips på enkelt recept för din airfryer. Ät balanserat: Inkludera en mångfald av näringsämnen från frukt, grönsaker, protein och fullkorn för bäst balans. Drick vatten: Drick vatten för att främja matsmältning och minska hungerkänslor. Träna regelbundet: Blanda…

[mattsslvtt]

Apology.

Warnings; explicit content, oral (f receiving), fingering, praising, fake sympathy, overstimulation, pussy drunk!matt, finger sucking (let me know if I forgot anything)

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"Ma, please! m' sorry, I've said it a million times!" Matt pleads as he follows you down the hall trying to get you to talk to him about the argument that you two just had — which resulted in you crying..

"No matt, I don't wanna talk!" You shout over your shoulder, pushing open the door to your shared bedroom

"Angel you know I didn't mean to make you cry.." he whines loudly, still following you around like a lost puppy.

"I don't care if you didn't mean it matt! You still made me cry- and I need space.." you murmur, spinning around to look at him, your eyes still red and puffy

"Please cara mia.. I'm so sorry.." he reaches out and grabs your hands, pulling you closer to him, he continues holding your hands firmly as he slowly gets down on his knees in front of you "I'm so sorry" he whispers, staring up at you.

"Matt.. get up you look stupid" you try to pull your hands from his grasp but hes holding them to tight "let me apologize.. please angel..?" He begs, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Wha— " you cut yourself off, realization washing over you, it's his favorite way of apologizing, you should know by now! Silly you.

"Please cara mia.. let me show you just how sorry I am.." he mumbles, the smirk on his face only growing

"Ok.. fine, show me how sorry you are matt" you roll your eyes, your skirt is yanked down in a millisecond, shortly after so is your underwear, he stands up and pushes you back onto the bed. He hooks his arms under your thighs and scoots you to the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off, he looks up at you for permission and you nod.

Not even a second later his tounge is sliding through your already wet folds, your head is lazily tossed back and your lips parted Slightly, your hands slowly find the back of Matt's head and grab fistfuls of his hair, he hums happily against you which only increases the pleasure, soft whimpers leaving your mouth and your eyes starting to water Slightly.

He drags his mouth down your sensitive cunt, his tounge slipping inside your dripping pussy, his nose pressed against your clit, he glances up at you through his eye lashes, admiring how your face twists in pleasure as he fucks you with his tounge.

He takes his mouth away suddenly, making you groan in frustration "matt.. what are you-" you suck in a sharp breath as two fingers are quickly stuffed into your aching pussy, and just as you start adjusting to them he starts pumping them quickly, making a few tears roll down your cheeks "ma— att!" You hiccup, his finger tips brushing against that spot that makes your body tremble.

"Yeah? Feels good ma?" He teases, pulling his fingers all the way out before slamming them back in, making a loud cry rip through your throat "I asked you a question" matt says, taking his fingers out of your puffy cunt, earning himself a loud whine from you "y-yes! It feels good matt jus— please.. jus please keep goin.." you plead, your hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks.

"Good girl, that's all I wanted to hear" he soothes you with his gentle words before stuffing your needy pussy with his fingers again, your hands desperately trying to find something to hold onto as another loud moan slips from your lips.

He presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles, while his two fingers continue fucking into your soaked cunt, his eyes locked on your face, watching you fall apart just for him, he slowly drives his fingers deeper, his finger tips kissing your g-spot with every pump, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

You feel that familiar knot in your stomach start to form, you babble nonsense at matt, trying to tell him your gonna cum "m-matt.. im— please! Matt- im-.." is all you managed to get out "I know ma" he mutters quietly, adding more pressure to your clit, making your eyes fill with tears once again as you feel the knot snap, pleasure washing over you in waves, just as you catch your breath you realize matt hasn't stopped.

"Matt—.. no please matt- I can't! Matt I cant!" You choke, tears dripping down your face "aw poor baby.." he says sarcastically "m-matt please! s' too much! I- I cant!" You whimper, your back arching off the bed and your legs trembling "you can ma, you can" he whispers firmly.

He takes his other hand off your thigh and bring his hand up to your face shoving 2 fingers into your mouth to silence your crys, your lips instinctively wrap around them. Matt pushes down on your tounge gently, his fingers still pumping into your sore pussy.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel that knot slowly forming again, matt can tell and slowly curls his fingers upwards, hitting that spot just right, not even a second later pleasure racks over your body, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cum again "see? I knew you could angel" he praises, carefully slipping his fingers out of you and putting them into his mouth, licking every drop off of them.

"I- I accept your apology.." you huff, lazily reaching up for him, he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head "that's my girl"

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[ldysmfrst]

American Mate - (3)

Following Instincts

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 3 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 4,279

Work count for Story: 12,632

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have Injury, Anxiety, Panic attacks, comfort, and Cultural differences.

BTS HYBRID ANIMAL TYPES: Seokjin - Roan Ferret, Yoongi - Black Jaguar, Hoseok - Marten, Namjoon - Alaskan Timber Wolf, Jimin - Red Panda, Taehyung - White Southwest African Tiger, Jungkook - Flemish Giant Rabbit

AMERICAN MATE MASTER LIST / LDYSMFRST MASTER LIST

Outside the break room, Yoongi is in Alpha space, catching your scent of sweet peas as it changes into a moldy pea soup smell after the comment from the redheaded playmate. Turning with a low and threatening growl, Yoongi’s eyes have gone to his hybrid's bright golden-yellow cat eyes as he blocks you from their sight. Zeroing in on the playmates, tail raised and puffed out, tip twitching back and forth with a snap of irritation, making them all step back and quiet down.

Hearing you murmur something in his native tongue and then the frantic footsteps, Yoongi snaps his head to watch your fleeing form disappear into a room down the hall. Taking a quick look back at the playmates, office staff, and then his pack, Yoongi huffs and quickly follows you, unable to fight his Alpha instincts.

The rest of the BTS packmates follow their bonded one closely behind as they feel his need to protect you from the others in the office. Namjoon catches Yoongi by the shoulder, stopping him from attempting to enter the room where you sought refuge. The rest of the pack forms a barricade around their Prime Alpha and packmate, who has entered Alpha space. They all are standing on guard, facing the rest of the people in the office, watching closely for any danger, and keeping the rude humans away. 

“Yoongi-hyung, you need to give her space. Remember, she is human and might get scared of Alpha Yoon. What is happening? I need you to get enough control to explain what is happening?” Namjoon calmly speaks to his older packmate. Pushing out calming scents, trying to bring him out of his Alpha space with soothing strokes along his shoulder and back. “Can you come back and explain why you are protecting Miss Y/n?”

Barreling into the front of the group of observers with his tail bushed out and scent smelling slightly panicked and concerned, Derek comes up to the defensive line of BTS, “You have to let me get to her. You have to let me help calm down Y/n. Can’t you scent her distress? She is not doing okay by herself. You can even smell her over the scent-blockers!  I am the closest thing she has to a family. Please let me in to make sure she is okay. Please.”

One of Yoongi’s black jaguar ears twitch back, hearing the urgency in Derek’s voice. He looks at Namjoon, takes a deep breath, and closes his eyes. After a few seconds, he turns to Derek with normal dark eyes, taking in his shifty behaviors and now partly distressed scent. 

Shaking his head slowly to Namjoon, Yoongi steps between his packmates and face-to-face Derek. “You are the closest thing to her family?”

“Yes, she and I were hired together when they decided to start this branch. We work together and spend time together at my den or her apartment. I do my best to protect her from situations like this because of her past,” Derek shares with a furrowed brow. Then he glares at the snobby-faced Playmates and says, “I normally try to keep her away from the Playmates in general so things like this do not happen.” 

“She is only here today because there was no convincing her otherwise. Since in the meeting yesterday with your manager and what was said on the phone, she thought it would be disrespectful if she were not in attendance,” explains the fidgety hybrid.

Looking Yoongi in the eye, he continues, “She was bullied a lot before, and while it is not something that is okay, unfortunately, it still happens to this day. I really tried but I couldn’t do anything to keep her away. She had to be here even with little to no sleep because of her nightmares.”

Bowing slightly but keeping an eye on the pack, Derek demandingly pleads, “Now, please, Mr. Min, please let me pass. Everyone can smell that something has happened. I think she is hurt in more ways than one.”  

The last comment got the attention of the whole pack on him, and everyone looked concerned. Several eyes flashed as their hybrid halves showed their displeasure with the news. Yoongi continued to fight his Alpha instincts with a deep growl and even breaths.

“How can you tell?” Namjoon asks from next to the door. He can smell the scent left in as you ran through the hall, but it tells him nothing for a few reasons: 1. He has never smelt Y/n and 2. Not all scents are pleasant to start with.

“That moldy smell, like veggies gone bad?” inquired Derek, watching the pack of hybrids start sniffing, searching for the smell, and scrunching their noses once it hits. “That is why I know something is not right. Y/n, her scent turns like that when she is hurt. I am not sure if it is just emotional. It could be physical, too. I can’t tell how bad it is because the scent-blocking measures she took for your arrival are still dulling it down.  Now again. Let me in to help my friend. I may be a Beta but she is a pack member and I will protect her.”

“Fine, but I am going in with you. I was the one who knocked into her and failed to keep her from falling. My Alpha instincts have gone haywire, and I need to protect her,” his eyes glaring back at the playmates, “from certain people here. Most of all, ensuring she is okay and make amends for my mistake,” Yoongi states without room for argument, moving to the side, nodding to his packmates to make room for them.

Once the two are through, the pack retakes their defensive stance, keeping everyone else out. They understand where their mate is coming from as they also want to keep the group of Playmates away from you, their disgusting words looping through their heads.

Namjoon shuts the door for privacy and protection while he stands guard just outside, with one ear listening to what is happening inside the room and one ear on the rest of the office. His mind racing from the powerful wave of rotten scent that has built up in the room.

The scent-blocking measures no longer mask your distress and pain causing your scent is much more robust in this room. This makes Derek and Yoongi to whine at the smell and quickly move to your side.

Derek pulled you into a tight embrace, pushing his scent out and over you and scenting the top of your head while murmuring soft, reassuring words. Yoongi comforts you with his own calming scents, pushing down the desire to pry you out of Derek’s hold to take you into his own. Much to their relief, your tears slow, and your breathing calms after what feels like hours.

“Derek, my nightmares, they came true. I ruined everything. I should have stayed away like you and Evie said. I should have been looking where I was going. Reina was right. The one with the black tail, did I hurt him? He... He tried catching me. Me! I weigh a ton,” you ramble as your panic is still racing in your mind.

At that last comment, a deep growl resounds throughout the room. It takes half a second to realize it is not from the hybrid holding you. Catching your breath and snapping your mouth shut, you cautiously peek through your hair to look behind you to see none other than Mr. Min Yoongi, who turns out to be the owner of said black tail, now snapping to and fro with irritation. 

“Shit,” you mumble under your breath, your mind racing to figure out a way to get out of this situation without causing any further damage and how best to word your resignation letter.

“Miss Y/n, let us address a few things. Firstly, you do NOT weigh a ton, nor will you ever refer to yourself in that manner again. Secondly, I am not injured, nor could you injure me, as I AM an Alpha in my own right and am stronger than I look, even if I am not the Prime Alpha of the Bangtan Pack,” declares the hybrid, his eyes flashing a different color.

You shrink down to try to make yourself smaller. Seeing your reaction and realizing that his Alpha is trying to be in control again, he takes another deep breath to calm himself, looking between you and Derek. He can almost hear his Alpha stomp around his head, demanding to get you out of the other hybrid’s arms and keep you as his.

After a few controlled breaths, Yoongi says, “Lastly, would you be so kind as to allow my Alpha to inspect you for injuries? I came out of the observation room door unannounced and ran into you. I tried to prevent you from falling, but we are close in height, and I could not do much other than take what I hoped was the brunt of the fall.”

Turning more towards him but still staying in the safety of Derek’s hold, you look at him with confusion. “Your Alpha? Like your hybrid-side is not yourself?” Looking over your shoulder at Derek, you see him with a smirk and a chuckle on his lips.

“Missy here,” Derek looks at Yoongi, “has never met an Alpha male before. I am a beta, and her best friend is an omega.” Turning his attention back to you, “Unlike Evie and I, an Alpha has an inner animal that they can change into fully at will and it allows them to go into Alpha space to assist in protecting, hunting, and mating.”

You look at Yoongi with wide eyes, “You turn into a black cat?” 

“I am not a black cat,” he huffs in annoyance, eyes flashing a different color briefly. “I am a Black Jaguar hybrid, and I am trying my best to keep him at bay because he can sense that your emotions have calmed down, but you are still in pain.” 

His eyes roam over your figure, stopping when he notices you are cradling your right wrist. Standing up and motioning to a nearby chair, he asks, “Please, can I inspect you for injuries? I can see you are being careful with your right hand.”

With a gentle push from behind you, you move to the chair Yoongi gestured to. Derek also stands up but keeps his distance, watching how the two of you interact.

Yoongi kneels before you, “I have to let my Alpha see for himself. I promise he will not harm you. Mr. Gulley can attest to that at this point, my Alpha would have much rather hurt himself than you.” 

Glancing at Derek, he nods with a knowing smile while taking a seat a few tables over, so as not to interfere. Taking a moment to collect yourself, running your good hand through your hair and fixing your shirt, you look down at the hybrid.

With a slight smirk, he looks at you with kind eyes, “Miss Y/n, please allow me to check for injuries. You have no reason to be nervous. You look perfect as you are.” 

Blushing slightly at his words, you nod and tuck your hair behind your ear again. You watch him closely as his dark brown eyes slowly change into a stunning golden-yellow color, with the pupil elongating into a pointed oval. His ears and tail moved this way and that, never quite settling in one position for very long. Your scent turns slightly back to sweet peas as the sight makes you smile softly. 

Cautiously, Yoongi kneels closer to you to become within reaching distance. Taking your left ankle gently in his hand, he rotates it, bends your leg at the knee, and sniffs at each joint. He repeats the process with the other side as well. Finding that nothing in your legs seems to be hurting, he looks at your face again with a short, pleased chirping sound. 

Scooting a little closer, he reaches out to your left hand, bends your elbow, feels along your fingers one by one, then rotates your wrist and again seems to sniff along the joints. 

You fidget in your seat, knowing what comes next will hurt, but you don't know how the hybrid in front of you will react. Noticing your movements and the slight change in your scent, Yoongi wraps his tail around your ankle to offer support. A slight sense of pride fills him when your scent calms down at his gesture of comfort, even if you do not realize it. 

Taking your right hand, he follows the same steps, pausing slightly before he rotates your wrist. You let out a yelp of pain and bite your bottom lip as you try to pull your hand out of his grip, which only causes him to hold it just a little bit tighter with one hand while the other quickly reaches to the nape of your neck to bring you into an awkward hug. Your head is now resting on his shoulder with your nose breathing against his neck, your good hand going to his side and gripping his shirt. 

Once the pain has dulled, you realize you smell the rain, not like fresh rain but like petrichor or the earth after a good downpour. It is comforting and relaxes you even more until you hear a soft chuffing noise and remember who you are smelling. 

Pulling away, you shyly look back at Yoongi, still observing you with golden-yellow eyes and holding your wrist firm but gently. “Umm... I think I just landed on it wrong. Just some ice and pain meds should be okay. I will be good as new tomorrow,” you say with a false smile, trying to play it off as no big deal.

However, Yoongi’s ears flatten, and his feline eyes narrow at you while nodding down to your wrist. Following his line of sight, you now see that your wrist is slightly swollen and is covered with a lovely purple color. “Okay, maybe I won’t be as good as new tomorrow.”

Derek stands up and approaches the two of you to see the damage done. Taking a sharp breath, he looked at Yoongi and froze, noting that the Alpha was sternly watching his every move. 

Outside the breakroom, Mr. Johnson, the director of PMS USA, was informed there was an incident and is now standing with Manager Sejin outside the BTS barrier. He had ordered Reina and the other playmates to be escorted back into the conference room by some other staff. 

To say the Playmates didn’t attempt to excuse away their behaviors or tell a specialized version of the story would be lying, and BTS’s reaction quickly caused them to shut up and hide in the room like they were told to in the beginning.

Mr. Johnson had hand-picked you to be the friendly first face of PMS because you light up any room you walk into and are always willing to put in the extra time to help make things perfect on or off the clock. 

“Hello, I am the director, I really should go in there and make sure my employee is okay, Manager Sejin,” Mr. Johnson states, glancing at the members of BTS as they continue to block the door and growl at anyone who walks near them. 

“Why are they not letting anyone near the door? I am sorry. I know about hybrids from the symposiums and conferences but rarely interact with many. I typically leave that up to my staff,” says the director, glancing over at the hamster hybrid.

“Namjoon-ssi, do you want me to answer that, or would you like to?” Manager Sejin asks while watching Mr. Johnson. Namjoon redirects his attention from the breakroom door to the seemingly incompetent human before him. 

Taking a few slow steps forward, Hoseok takes over guarding the entrance. Namjoon comes to stand with his pack, but nearer to Mr. Johnson and Manager Sejin, he says, “Mr. Johnson, we are a pack. More so, we are a pack of Alpha hybrids. Ranging from prey to predator types. We are a bonded pack on top of that, which means it’s all or none. We all are protective of something or someone if one of us feels the need. When one of us is hurt, we are all hurting with them.”

Looking at each of his packmates, Namjoon is filled with a sense of pride. Though they don’t know the extent of what has happened, they still support their mate to the best of their ability in a foreign country without question.

“Yoongi-hyung is feeling protective of Miss Y/n because of a few things. Miss Y/n is injured because of an accident caused by hyung. She is not in a good emotional state because of your Playmates’ behavior due to the same accident,” the Prime Alpha says as he looks back at the Director, trying to maintain a more neutral expression to hide his disdain for the women now in some office somewhere.

“As an Alpha, our animals require us to hold ourselves to a higher standard than other hybrids or humans. We like to try and ensure those around us are happy. With a very select few, we want to make sure they are also healthy and protected, among other things. In Yoongi’s Alpha space, he has failed to meet these standards when it comes to Miss Y/n. It is now beyond his control, so to speak, to do anything other than fix his mistakes and ensure Miss Y/n’s safety, recovery, and happiness. This means the Bangtan Pack is now responsible for the same.”

“Oh well. Um. I see. I can reassure you that Playmate Services has a good doctor who can tend to her if she needs one, and of course, she can have the rest of today and even tomorrow off. No need to make a fuss,” says the director, trying to dispel the sense of doom he is feeling due to the power emanating from the six remaining Alphas.

A deep growl rips from behind Namjoon, causing everyone to look and see that Taehyung's eyes are flickering crystal blue. His scent of burning ebony wood crashed over the pack.

Speaking through gritted teeth, he glares at the director, saying, “You seem to be in over your head, Mr. Johnson. Your company is built for hybrids, and you have hybrids working for you, yet you know nothing. Your incompetence is allowing bullying. From what one of your staff says, it has been happening for quite some time and yet you do nothing about it. Did you not hear our Prime Alpha tell you that she is ours now. We will take her to get treated by our medical professionals. We will take care of her to ensure she heals properly and regains a better state of mind. Not. You.”

“Hyung, it’s okay. Calm down, please. We don’t need two of you in Alpha space right now. It will not help Miss Y/n or Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook says as he steps up next to Taehyung, scenting his neck gently as his snickerdoodle scent pushes out, causing the blue to flicker to stop and remain his natural dark brown. 

With a last glare and a mumbled, “Pathetic, oblivious, 리더십이 부족한 사람, human.” He moves closer to Hoseok and, in turn, you. Jungkook quickly follows in an attempt to keep the high-tempered White Southwest African Tiger calm and get closer to you as well. 

“You may have misunderstood me, gentlemen. I have tried to deal with the playmates and their disrespectful actions towards Y/n and some of the other staff. Sadly, Reina is the top female pick and brings in a lot of money. Since we are the newest and smallest branch, the corporate office wants to refrain from taking any disciplinary actions for fear that she will quit. They think that any of the office staff are replaceable, whereas reliable Playmates are harder to find,” Mr. Johnson explains.

“Mr. Johnson, while that may be the case prior to today, their bullying has gone too far. Manager Sejin,” Namjoon says, “I believe it would be wise if the director took care of the bullying by the playmates and joined them for the time being. We need a few moments without interruptions to assess what is happening and how the Pack will move forward with this office, if at all.” 

Dismissing the director to be dealt with by Manager Sejin, Namjoon walks back to the door, which is now being guarded by Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook. The scent of snickerdoodle, ebony wood, and lilac mix together with the pack scent of vanilla underneath.

“... can’t tell?”

“Can’t tell what?” Namjoon asks the small group.

“Hobi-hyung can’t tell,” replies Jungkook while Taehyung nods in agreement. 

“The boys say that their Alphas are reacting to Miss Y/n but I can’t tell if mine does or not. You spoke to her, stood right in front of her. Namjoon, can you tell?” questions Hoseok with his arms crossed and hip cocked to the side.

“Oh? Hmm, I guess I haven’t really paid attention. After what happened with… you know who… I guess I have been pushing my Alpha to the back as much as I could. I have been focusing on taking care of you guys, my mates, first and I couldn’t do that with him pacing in my head so much. She really tore Yoongi-hyung, Jimin-ah, and well you, Hobi, apart inside with what she said,” reflects the Prime Alpha.

Namjoon started thinking back to hearing your voice, full of determination and strength, over the phone yesterday. Your care, intention, and respect for the pack that you have shown today. It would be simple to say that his Alpha was at least comfortable around you, and from how the pack’s scents have been, he wasn’t the only one who was.

“My Alpha is comfortable with Miss y/n, but I wouldn’t say that he is reacting in any particular way.”

A soft whine leaves Jungkook before he says, “Why do the older mates always walk with blinders on? Huh! You need to really let your Alpha look at her. My Alpha hasn’t wanted to look away from her since we walked into the office.”

“Joon-hyung, I am with Kookie on this one,” Taehyung nods, still in the bunny hybrid's hold. “While I wasn’t drawn in right away, I trust Yoongi's Alpha not to react this way with just anyone. So, when he ran after her, I was the closest one to the door, and before the pack’s scent took over, I could smell vanilla with something rotten. At first, I thought it was a candle or something, but I looked around. There are no candles.”

Taehyung’s comment on smelling vanilla caught Jimin and Seokjin's attention. Turning to join the conversation while trying to maintain the barrier, Jimin speaks up, “So it wasn’t just me. When Yoongi-hyung and that man went in, I smelled vanilla with almost a compost-like smell. After that, my Alpha wanted nothing but to keep everyone, human or hybrid, away from this door. He is really fighting to be at the front.”

“I figured that our muscle bunny was just leaning into his instincts of being a bunny when he was speaking about Miss Y/n in the conference room. Yet it didn’t explain to me why my Alpha felt awkward at her bowing to me when I spoke to her before going into the room,” adds Seokjin with a stern but thoughtful look. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Hoseok moves away from the door slightly, his expression confused and frustrated. “Are you telling me that you have all had some kind of reaction from your Alphas for the human lady behind the door? Some of you smelled vanilla, too?”

Nodding, they all look at Hoseok and then at Namjoon, waiting for them to come to the same conclusion. After a few tense moments passed, it was like a lightbulb went off over Hoseok’s head as his lilac scent burst with more hints of rose and vanilla.

Everyone now focuses on Namjoon.

Namjoon’s head is racing over every moment that has happened since walking in the door. As Prime Alpha, his responsibilities for the pack are more significant than others, and with what the boys are hinting at, the next few moments will change so much. 

“Her reactions were top-notch with our pack, and her showing an exceeding amount of respect to the packmates could be just her professionalism,” he thinks aloud, trying to find a non-life-changing reason for the situation only to be met with more whines and a few soft growls.

Looking up, Namjoon makes eye contact with each of his mates before continuing, “However, only the vanilla scent can mean one thing which won’t be easy for the human woman.”

Taking a deep breath, the pack turned their attention to the door.

���We have an American Mate.”

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[brennenscolby]

Rough. || könig

Summary: you made a grave mistake telling your husband to get rough with you.

A/N: you guys keep asking, I keep giving. I’m so feral for this man it’s so bad :(

Wc: 1k +

Content: MAJOR SPIT KINK, overstimulation, creampie, praise, Dom! Konig, teasing, dirty talk, breats play, breast fetish, rough sex, spanking, anal play.

Pairings: König x Female! Reader

Minors DO NOT interact

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The expanse of your exposed back shimmered with perspiration as your plump breasts pressed firmly against the pink rabbit plushie beneath your form, staining the surface of the fabric with abundant drops of sweat.

Heavy pants fell from your kiss-bitten lips, growing more frequent as your husband’s hips harshly slapped against your jiggling ass cheeks, prompting a rumble of flesh to echo across your shared bedroom. A soaked spot resided below the moans and groans bouncing across the room, containing reminants of pre-cum and arousal of which spilled from your used pussy moments prior. It’s been hours since he started fucking you like this and he hasn’t let you cum yet. Not after what you said to trigger the event in place.

“I want you to be rougher with me. We have gentle sex all the time. I don’t want that anymore.”

“Is this what you Fuckin’ wanted, schatz?” He barked, lips attacking the juncture between your jaw and neck as he continued pumping his heavy, thick cock deep within your spongy, velvety walls. “Ich werde deinen perfekten kleinen Körper beanspruchen”, he rasped with gritted teeth. You mumbled incoherently, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you desperately yearned to release on your husband. Stray hairs stuck to your sweaty visage, making you look all the more gorgeous in the eyes of the man that solely got to witness the pleasured looks and lewd glances which appeared on your face from his own ministrations.

“Speak up.” A broad hand snatched your face in a vice-like grip, fingers wedging to squish your cheeks.

“Y-you’re so b-big!” You babbled, eyes sparkling as they met his own. He smirked darkly at your angelic face and rolled his hips oh so tenderly, forcing you to sputter as drops of arousal spilled onto the dampened sheets beneath your forms.

“Hmm!” your pink tongue lolled out of your gaping mouth, of which contained traces of smeared crimson lipstick trailing up to your cheek. Your mind drifted in and out of an otherworldly state, thoughts swirling to mush at the presence of the veiny, fat cock bullying its way into your poor little pussy.

“You’re always so tight, sweetheart.”

You let out a cute little whimper of which König took as a sign of your pleasure. He nipped at your ear hotly, teeth grazing just the tip to stem another desperate mewl from your salivating mouth.

“Good girl.” he cooed, mocking the desperation in your voice.

Your dampened eyes snapped open, feeling as rough palms suddenly prodded your plush, ass cheeks apart, exposing them to your husband’s piercing gaze. You whined and squirmed, desperately clawing the sheets in front of you before feeling your back suddenly stiffen as a glob of spit dripped down your asshole and to the space where your wet pussy tightly stretched around his pulsing cock.

“K-konig!” You wailed, tears messily dripping down your flushed cheeks in zigzagged trails. Embarrassment colored your bashful face as you hid into the mattress below. The translucent substance smeared between the cleavage, and you squealed the second a harsh slap smacked against your reddened ass.

A rumble of deep laughter vibrated in your ear and down your shivering back, going as far as to course through your body and down to your twitching, throbbing clit. He hummed seductively, pressing the hardened abs of his stomach against the flesh of your lower back.

“I know you like it when I do that, liebling.” Your husband sighed huskily, pulling the head of his heavy cock back out of your cum covered cunt, leaving the stretched hole of your inviting cunt abandoned and puckering for attention, before roughly plunging your tensing walls apart, a loud squishing sound following from your mixed, dripping juices.

“F-fuck”, you gasped, grasping your colorful pillow to your pounding chest tightly, only to feel the sensitive buds of your tits rake against the material in spouts of stimulation.

“Cute little asshole twitching all f’me.” his accent rasped and you whined adorably in reply, the heat from your dewy cheeks shimmering down on your moistened collarbones. He hoisted his body forward, the bulky build of his torso fully encapsulating your small, nimble form as he cruelly curled a muscled arm around your delicate neck, the other tracing its appendages down to rub soothing circles on your clit.

Your heart skipped a beat at his embrace, adrenaline coursing through your veins. He continued using your body like an instrument, forcefully propelling his soaked pelvis so that his cock skimmed your insides in the most delicious of ways.

Your husband moaned upon catching your watery orbs, snickering the second three of his appendages suddenly slipped into your mouth. You sputtered and choked in surprise, chest heaving as your eyes fluttering closed before you obediently suckled the thick fingers in your heated cavern.

“Mmm!”, you moaned sweetly, tears rolling down your heated cheeks and collecting beneath your saliva covered chin.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute, Schatz.” he grunted, rolling his hips back to sharply thrust back in, smacking against the plushy place against the upper wall of your cunt powerfully enough to make the springy bed you leaned on, squeak.

“Can’t believe this cute pussy is all mein.”

Whiney little mewls escaped your lips and rumbled against his fingers as he continued plunging into your pussy, the walls clenching around the intrusion of his slippery dick as he chuckled below his breath from your mindless hiccuping and sputtering moans.

“You feel s’ good, liebling.” he groaned, the flesh surrounding his pelvis and the v lines of his sturdy hips were smothered in your glistening arousal, which he moaned fondly of the second he felt more of it splatter onto the muscles of his upper thighs and his spamming balls.

“You gonna make this pretty pussy cum on my cock, ja Süße?” You nodded dumbly, the pads of your fingers scrambling to grab at the flexed muscled arm wrapped around your neck. “Y-yea- ahh¡”

“Yes what?”, he challenged, azure eyes calculatingly staring at the pleasured features of your cute face.

“Y-yes, my h-husband.” He smirked, his hand pinching and fondling a single bouncing breast.

“Mein. deine Fotze gehört ganz mir.”

You hastily pulled your quivering mouth away from his drenched fingers, a web of spit sticking to your chin as you choked and sputtered, the knot in your lower belly coiling at the sudden embrace of his cock pressing against the sweet, plump place in your pussy. Your back arched as your shaky thighs trembled, eyes pinching closed from the sudden orgasm which overcame your senses.

“I-I’m cumming!”, you mewled prettily, breathless from the slick coated balls that slapped firmly against your sweet, drizzled cunt.

“G-Gottverdammt. Shit.” König grunted lowly, the feeling of your throbbing walls squeezing his brimming, inflamed cock oh so deliciously, he began to pant the moment spurts of his hot, white cum splattered across the insides of your soft, gushy pussy. Angelic moans spewed from his mouth as he emptied himself in you, lovingly kissing your shoulder blade as his forehead lazily pressed on your matted spine. Weak movements from his hips pushed him to keep rutting against your puffy clit as he slowly pulled out, streaks of his seed splashing on the hood of your cunt.

König stood rigid against your sweaty back as you gulped for air, hands loosely planting on the white, crisp mattress cover below you before your senses finally regulated. Your tired body limply dropped on the bed and you looked at your husband expectantly, only to find yourself getting hoisted upwards by his strong hands.

Your face was approximately inches from his, and you began to feel self-conscious now that your rabbit plushie no longer shielded your full breasts from his intent gaze. You opened your half-lidded, fluttering eyes slowly, batting them innocently before feeling as the wind suddenly escaped your pounding chest. Hefty appendages dug into the hickies marked into the surrounding flesh of your neck, and you began to cry, fright shining in your doe-like eyes as your heart accelerated in anticipation.

“What did I say about making me cum, Schatz?”

—-

deine Fotze gehört ganz mir. - your cunt is all mine.

Ich werde deinen perfekten kleinen Körper beanspruchen - I’m gonna claim your perfect little body

Süße - sweet

Liebling - darling

Maus/mausi - mouse

Ja - yes

Schatz - treasure

Mein- mine

Gottverdammt - god dammit

[fanaticsnail]

Blindfolds: Killer

Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Word Count: 1,300+

Themes: Killer x afab!reader, blindfold sex, penetrative sex, cream pie, biting, kissing, sucking, pre-established relationship, reader in a blindfold.

Notes: One fic a day for 30 days leading up to my 30th birthday - still going ahead! I'm a little bit behind, but slowly catching up!

Lips grazed over your neck, pressing a featherlight touch against your pulse to cause a hitch in your breath. In one swift motion, Killer’s lips parted and began sucking and abusing your neck, causing your back to arch in a perfect crescent. He pushed hard on your hips to pin you against the bed, thumbing circles into your hips while smiling into your neck.

“Killer…” you whine, wriggling against his firm hold while baring more of your neck for him to violate with his lips, “Killer, please-.”

“Please, what?” He chuckled against you, gently nipping your flesh and tugging at your skin with his teeth. “This is what you wanted, right?” You felt his smile against your neck, causing you to whine out in protest while needy for his touch.

“I just wanted to kiss you,” you admit with your voice catching in your throat as he pressed his bare crotch flush with your own. You felt Killer’s lips leave your neck, the only contact between you being his hips against yours, and hands dipping the pillow behind you.

Trapped beneath his hips, you felt every ounce of weight he pressed into you: from the dense muscle mass of his thighs, to the tickle of his lengthy mane-like hair brushing against your skin. Each element of contact was heightened by the fact one of your senses was taken away by a shroud covering your eyes.

“No, that's not what you said,” he corrected you, flicking at your chin with his uncovered forehead, “You want to repeat it, or shall I?”

In lieu of answering his question, your exhale was joined to a gasping whine as you felt his fingers slowly card through your folds between you. Teeth nipped at your jaw as he circled your clit. With which finger, you simply had no clue.

“Alright, I will,” he teased you as you felt him line up the tip of his cock with your quivering pearl. Gently rocking his hips and grinding his shaft against your glistening cunt up to your belly, he whispered huskily in your ear.

“You said you wanted to feel my lips on your skin while we fucked, didn't you?” His rocking increased, his thick cock rubbing precum on your stomach each time he thrust his hips forward. “You said you wanted my tongue gliding on your body while I rut into you, right?” He stopped, sandwiching his cock between your stomach with his balls pressed against your slit and clit.

“You said you wanted my teeth sinking into your flesh while I made you scream my name in ecstasy.”

His voice, unmarred by his mask, caused your entire body to erupt in puckered goose-flesh. Each follicle on your skin pricked up, your nipples immediately pebbling while your cunt twitched, needily clenching around an absence while you gulped in air. He chuckled into your neck, which only aided in making you whine higher.

“Those were your words, weren't they? You like hearing my voice without my mask, don't you?” Killer purred huskily into your neck. You had no choice but to nod with your lips parted and panting for him. “Good. I like talking to you, too.”

He moved his hips once more, this time holding them away from you while he gently slotted his swollen tip between your legs. You felt so small while beneath his frame. He always seemed to dwarf you underneath him, especially as he moved his thighs to fall between your own: hooking your knees over his hips and gently rocking to inch his cockhead inside you.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, finally feeling your ring of muscle taking the ridge of his tip within. “Fuck, you're sucking me in really hard,” he leaned down, gently pressing his lips to your eyelid where the material shrouded your vision, “Greedy little thing, aren't you?”

“Only for you,” you whimpered, attempting to lace your ankles behind his back to urge him in deeper. “More, please.” You drew your arms beneath his and clawed at his shoulder blades to draw him down to meet you.

“So needy,” he growled playfully, allowing you to pull him along towards you. With a flex in his shoulders, his chest meeted yours while his cock immediately slipped to sheathe itself entirely with your core.

Your walls stretch and clench around him, prompting a rough grunt to rip from Killer’s throat. After testing your adjustment by wriggling his hips, he immediately set a harsh and bruising pace of hips slapping against yours. Each time he thrust in, his crotch slammed into your clit and caused you to cry out in bliss.

“So fucking tight,” he groaned into your neck. Panting and rolling his hips to hit that point in your body that makes you curl against him, he couldn't help but tug at your skin with his lips.

“You say that every time,” you whine, bucking up to match his thrusts.

“I mean it every time,” he laughed, leaning up and pressing his lips to your cheek while keeping his cock buried within you, “I'm not complaining, baby. You're made for me.” Shallowly thrusting, cock twitching and throbbing, you felt him getting closer to his release with each motion.

Everything felt without filter: your body experiencing every touch, every throb, every twitch your lover drove into you. Soft sparks of lust began to simmer in the creases behind your shrouded eyes. With your toes tingling and heart hammering, you felt the first waves of bliss pool in your belly and cause you to whimper for him.

The crude squelches of skin meeting skin clapped with a harder intensity the more in time your cunt fluttered and clamped around his shaft. Killer's breath against your skin came out in unfiltered huffs, every exhale presenting from him; singing soft praises of your name marrying with ‘so good’ and low groans.

“Gonna cum,” he warned you, his hips growing staggered and sloppy, “Cum with me, baby. I can feel how close you are.” His lips parted and circled your pulse, the drag of his porcelain teeth gently tugging at your neck while he bottomed out.

“Kil-!” you whined, tensing up around him and holding him as closely as you could. The tightness in your stomach split and erupted, your entire body alight in sparks of ecstasy. “Cumming, Killer-! F-fuck-!!”

As your pussy fluttered and choked him, his cock immediately released heavy ropes of cum deep within your pussy. His thrusts grew manic as he gently sucked your neck while muffling his moans against your rapid-beating pulse.

Your cries for him felt fresher without the muffle of his helm donned over his scalp. His icy eyes never left the way your lips quivered out your wanton moans. He was obsessed with seeing your bliss, no longer bound by the ports decorating his facial shield.

As you both rode through your highs, Killer collapsed onto you and winded you with his weight. His hands flew down to circle your thighs and helped you release your ankles from their tight lock behind him.

With each motion he made with you, his eyes never left your face. Drinking in every inch of your expression without the cover over his head felt like its own little blessing. The one thing he truly wanted to witness was your eyes on his features, but, unfortunately, he still felt too self-conscious to share it with you.

“Kil?” you softly whisper to him, moving your chin to seek out his face with your own. “Are you sure I can't see your face yet? You're currently balls deep inside me, and I'm literally filled with your cum. You certain you don't want me to see you?” He chuckled, shaking his head and pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Baby steps, love,” he assured you, drawing his lips above yours and gently kissing them. “Soon, I promise.”

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🎶"Happy Birthday to Me"🎶

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[milkteabinniechan]

please don't go

Bang Chan x !female reader. Friends to lovers fluff and smut. Chan is your best friend from childhood.

This is for the anon that sent me this wonderful suggestion!! My asks got all fucked up and then I lost your original ask I'm sorry :( I hope you like it!! <3

He was everything. And now he was on top of you. He knew everything about you. And now he was inside of you.

"God you're beautiful." Chan huffed out. His dark hair sticking to his forehead. His arms shiny from the sweat you were both creating. He was the beautiful one. You couldn't stop staring at his face. His brows furrowed together in concentration. His eyes locked into where he was sliding inside of you. Entering you at the most sinful pace. He had one hand wrapped around your thigh, propping you up around his hips, his other hand resting on your stomach so he could feel himself slamming inside of you. You watched him close him eyes as if he was trying to picturing your insides.

He was so intimate. So sensitive. You loved how he took his time with everything he did. You have known his since you both were kids. He went from teasing you about your newest haircut, to grabbing a handful of that hair in is perfect hands. You were leaving for University soon. Something neither of you ever wanted to talk about. He was staying here in your hometown to help with his dad's store. He knew you had to leave, to get away and start something new for yourself. He understood that better than anyone. But the thought of you leaving, driving away with a backseat full of suitcases and memories, was too much for him to take. He knew it would break him. So you didn't talk about it. Until tonight.

The night started like any other. Chan came over with plenty of junk food for your weekly movie night. It was your turn to pick the movie and he would bring the snacks, which usually means lots of sweets and sugar. You even came to calling him sweet tooth now. He disliked the name at first, rolling his eyes every time you spoke it. But he smiled at it now. You knew he liked that he had a name, that you gave him a name that was just for the two of you.

You both claimed your regular spots on the couch, a fair distance from each other but close enough that your hands would accidentally brush if you reached for something. You started the movie "Gremlins" and opened a bag of sour patch kids. Chan reached over to your lap to grab a few for himself. The sudden sensation of his hand inside the bag between your legs sent shivers through your entire body. You were going to miss him so much when you left. And all you could think about was savoring every moment with him while you could. But Chan wasn't talking, he wasn't laughing at the movie, he just sat in silence.

"You okay?" You mumbled with a mouth full of sour candy.

Chan's eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as he answered, "Yeah. Fine."

You rolled your eyes and let out a loud, obnoxious sigh. He should know by now that you know him. You know him inside and out. So you pause the movie and turn your body toward his.

"Let's not do this," you start, "Tell me what's bothering you."

Chan stands up from the couch and heads toward the kitchen. "Does it matter? You're leaving soon anyway."

You follow close behind him and grab is arm to turn him around. "No! Don't do that! You know why I'm leaving. You know it kills me to leave you."

"Obviously not enough, because you're leaving. Sure we'll call and text at first, but then you'll meet someone, some great guy, and I'll just be the loser you grew up with that never got up the nerve to make a move.." Chan had tears in his eyes. His hands were shaking. He had been holding this is for a while now.

"What do you mean make a mo-" your sentence was cut short but Chan's lips against yours. Both his hands cupped your face as his mouth and yours pushed back and forth into one another. Your height was making it difficult to reach his mouth like you wanted. You pressed up on the tip of your toes in an attempt to gain more leverage. And just like he had read your mind, Chan picked you up and held you around his waist. He chuckled inside your mouth mid-kiss and the feel of you against him. You ran your fingers through his hair and gave it a slight tug so your eyes met for a moment. The two of you had always had a connection. Very little words had to be spoken to understand what the other wanted, but you could see in his eyes he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear your voice say that you wanted him as badly as he wanted you.

"I want you." You breathed out.

Chan was maticulous in the way that he touched you. Memorizing every curve and valley of your body. You watched as he kissed your thighs, tracing kisses up to your cunt. He made eye contact with you at the entrance of your core. You shivered at the feeling of his warm breath onto you. You spread your legs for him with a smile. "Do you want to see how I taste, sweet tooth?"

Chan nodded his head quickly. His eyes glossy and focused. He was in a trance and all he could see was you. The first sensation you felt was his nose. The contact made your back arch. You rolled your hips slowly into his large nose. You really fucking loved his nose. His tongue was next, giving long laps on your drenched cunt. Laps like a dog, his eyes closed, almost hypnotized look on his perfect face. He was taking his time, using his tongue to spread open your lips and folds. Low moans leaving his lips while he buried himself deeper. Your lips were thrusting faster now, climbing towards your orgasm. Your best friend about to make you come. Your best friend about to see you come undone for him.

"make me come, channie please" you beg.

Chan lets out a desperate growl as he grabs your ass and pulls you close to his hungry mouth. In turn you grab a handful of his hair with both your hands, riding out your orgasm into his face. The ecstasy overwhelming as you lay on the bed spread open and panting. Chan sat up on his knees and waited. He tilted his head. "You okay?"

You lifted your head to meet his gaze. He was so patient. So kind. You just wanted to fuck the shit out of him. He was your best friend and now he was so much more.

warnings: oral (female receiving), slight stomach bulge mention, unprotected sex (use protection!)

[janahanooo]

Mc: can I just sleep

Mc: for TWO MINUTES?!

Brothers:

Lucifer: atte-

Mc: OH HELL NAH, I ain't getting tips for sleeping from "mister staying up all night to do the documents" nuh-uh

Lucifer:

Satan: I shall write that down

[haikyu-mp4]

Knight in a borrowed suit

word count; 1215 – f!reader wearing a dress, inspired by New Girl

He stood you up. After taking up a table for over an hour, sitting in the middle of the restaurant and on show for everyone to watch as you tried your best to stop the tears from escaping, you’re sure that he stood you up. With an elegant dress, hair dolled up and impeccable makeup compared to what you usually did, you had been so excited for this date with a man you truly thought was interested. The two of you had gone out once or twice before and you were hoping it could grow into something, make you forget about that one unattainable volleyball player your heart beat a bit louder for. But it seemed not even people without status were interested for long. Maybe you came on too strong? Did you laugh too loud? Whatever it was, you weren’t sure you deserved this humiliation.

The waiter came over again with the same pitiful smile, and you knew she would politely ask you to leave. With a straightened back and tears at bay, you pursed your lips so she wouldn’t feel too bad about it.

“I’m so sorry ma’am, but unless you want to order, we have to give up your table,” she said, trying to speak as low as possible so all the people eyeing you wouldn’t be too entertained.

“That’s okay, I appreciate your patience,” you said, putting your purse on the table so you could pay for the wine glass you had when a voice rang out through the restaurant.

“Wait! I’m so sorry I’m late.” Oh, you knew that voice very well. Your head snapped in his direction, a small tear finally escaping the brim of your eye to trickle down and caress your smile. A very thankful smile.

It wasn’t your original date, it was Miya Atsumu.

He smoothed his hands over his suit, trying to catch his breath as he came over to your side, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before moving to the other side and gesturing to the waiter. His hair was a bit messy, and his tie wasn’t very well tied, but he was handsome nonetheless. It was also Osamu’s suit, so it didn’t fit him like a glove. “Please excuse me and leave the menus. I’ll make sure to tip well for the wait,” he said, more professionally before finally sitting down. Your eyes had followed him the whole way, wide with wonder that he came to save you. It felt like you were in some romantic comedy.

About 1 hour earlier

Atsumu was never happy about that new manager asking you out, and much less about you agreeing to it. Could you not see he was going through a perfectly planned 14-step process of asking you out? You had known each other since the day he started playing for the Black Jackals and he felt like there was a spark between you. He found you beautiful even when you weren’t dressed up for anything special, and you always had a great sense of humour. Nothing could brighten his day quite like making you laugh, a feeling he would even compare to a perfect service ace.

So when he saw that slimy manager in the gym, laughing with his friend after seemingly picking something up when he was supposed to be with you, he had to stop himself from getting violent. “No way man, she was way too much. I swear I’ll hear her laugh ringing in my ears for weeks, and that ain’t a good thing.” your original date said to the other guy, and Atsumu took in a few deep breaths to calm down before running to the locker room. He hit speed dial and held the phone to his ear, happy Osamu picked up quickly.

“What?” he snapped.

“There’s no time to explain, I need you to get me a suit.”

Now here he was, sitting across from you with red ears and a slightly nervous smile. He had finally caught his breath when he looked at you properly, taking in every blink of your eyelashes and how your shoulders looked so kissable under the dress straps. “Wow,” he breathed out, feeling more breathless than he did after running all the way to the restaurant. “You look breathtaking.”

“Thank you, Atsumu,” you said affectionately, leaning your arms on the table in a desperate attempt to get just a little closer to him. You looked happy, he thought, but it was painted with uncertainty. “But… why are you here?”

Atsumu took a moment to answer, thinking back to what he heard before and trying not to let the angry emotions ruin this moment. “I’m taking a beautiful woman on the date she deserves,” he answered.

You didn’t need to know how he knew you were stood up, because now all you could think of was how real it felt. The universe granted you a chance to pretend Atsumu was there for you and not just because he’s a good guy.

It genuinely felt like that as you talked the night away, sharing food and ordering whatever wine they recommended as you talked about the things you never had time for at work. Your laugh was melodic to him, it’s what he imagined he would hear if he ever got into heaven. Unfortunately, you weren’t quite sold on him being there out of his own interest. So as you two stepped out of the restaurant at the end of the night, you said “Thank you for saving my date, Tsumu. You didn’t have to but I had a great time.”

Atsumu grinned, so hopelessly enchanted with your smile. “It was my pleasure, honestly,” he said, and it felt a bit too polite to you.

“If you want, I won’t tell anyone. You were probably just being nice,” you said with a forced chuckle, revealing more of your emotions than you planned.

“What?” he asked, grin diminishing as he tried to understand.

“You’re a good friend, I don’t want to assume there is anything more.”

“No!” It was now or never. He looked at you like you were the sun and he was the moon, desperately trying to reach for you and never quite making it; frustratedly. It left you speechless, staring at him with parted lips and trying to take in enough air to support your rising heartbeat. “I want to take you on more dates. I want to spend most of my time with you, actually. And I want to kiss you, fuck I want to kiss you so bad.” his eyes went to your lips and back up, and your pulse quickened even more, frozen like a deer in headlights from the sudden confession. Atsumu stepped closer, hands hovering over your hips like he wasn’t sure he could touch you. “I really really like you.”

“Tsumu,” you breathed out, a wide smile blinding him to the level that his eyes started watering from its light. “I like you too, I always have.”

Safe to say that the manager who stood you up would lose his job by next week, but you wouldn’t even look in his direction when you had Atsumu’s constant affection. Sometimes, the universe has a plan, and luckily, Atsumu’s 14-step plan was cut down to 3.

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[galacticnikki]

100 Witchcraft Tips in 100 Days!

Day 10 - Pairing Crystals With Candle Magic

I love crystals, and I always have. My father and I used to have a huge collection together and we still do to this day. Over this past week I've been learning a lot more about crystal magic. Now that I'm a little more knowledgeable on the subject I can start using it with other kinds of magic like candles. As I've mentioned previously, crystals can amplify energies. Candle magic is one of the topics I have a lot of experience with. Candle magic channels the energy of fire towards your desired intent. They symbolize transformation, life, and spirit. I've learned recently that when you use crystals and candles together can amplify the intent more so then it could alone.

Choosing Your Candle

Candles come in many colors and those colors come with correspondences. You'll want to pick a candle who's color matches your intent There's many correspondences so I'll be condensing it down to the most notable to keep this short.

Red: Passion, Courage, Business, Creativity, Energy, Strength, Love, Loyalty, Motivation, Romance, Change, Enthusiasm, Overcoming obstacles, Power

Orange: Confidence, Abundance, Success, Ambition, Creativity, Courage, Discipline, Energy, Independence, Justice, Money, Positivity, Strength

Yellow: Action, Intuition, Clairvoyance, Communication, Learning new skills, Business, Happiness, Intellect, Inspiration, Knowledge, Wisdom

Green: Abundance, Prosperity, Luck, Beauty, Change, Creativity, Fertility, Healing, Longevity, Nurturing, Partnerships

Blue: Sleep, Dreamwork, Serenity, Peace, Honesty, Healing, Patience, Trust, Wisdom, Leadership, Justice, Career, Marriage, Communication

Purple: Spiritual Development, Psychic Protection, Spirituality, Meditation, Influence, Authority, Power, Truth, Wisdom

Pink: Love, Compassion, Kindness, Affection, Beauty, Healing, Family, Friendship, Passion, Sensuality

Brown: Stability, Grounding, Endurance, Hard Work, Balance, Courage, Material Protection

Black: Strength, Self Control, Negativity, Banishing, Binding, Protection, Death, Break Hexes, Patience, Persistence, Rebirth, Spirituality

White: Protection, Truth, Purity, Purification, Cleansing, Balancing, Divination, Grounding, Healing, Higher Self, Innocence, Spirituality, Truth, Will Power

Silver: Awareness, Psychic Powers, Healing, Intuition, Divination, Money, Fertility, Purification, Hidden Potential, Stability, Success

Gold: Success, Achievement, Abundance, Money, Positivity, Happiness, Divination, Power, Influence, Luxury

Common Pairings

White Candle + Selenite - White candles are linked to purification and spirituality while selenite is known to enhance spiritual communication. This pairing is used for spiritual guidance, cleansing, and clarity.

Black Candle + Black Tourmaline - Black candles are linked to protection and banishing while black tourmaline is known as a grounding stone that shields against negativity. This pairing is used for protection, grounding, and banishment.

Red Candle + Garnet - Red candles are linked with energy and passion while garnet is known to enhance courage, vitality, and power. This pairing is used for passion, strength, and courage.

Green Candle + Aventurine - Green candles are linked with abundance and prosperity while aventurine is known for its ability to attract luck and new opportunities. This pairing is used for prosperity, growth, and opportunity.

Pink Candle + Rose Quartz - Pink candles are linked with emotional healing and love while rose quartz is known for attracting unconditional love and compassion. This pairing is used for love, self care, and emotional healing.

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[tatorthots]

— elemental

synopsis: it’s said that visions are given to those who display extraordinarily strong ambitions or wishes as acknowledgment from the gods, and it seems that your lovers ambitions might even extend to you !!

cw: mdn-i, breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, thigh-fucking, praising, humiliation kink, crying, overstimulation, slight masturbation, marking, pet names, creampies, mating press, rough sex, size kink, squirting, edging, a little possessiveness (for flavor)

a/n: apology smut for ‘promise you’ll forget me’ 😔 i will be hurting you all again tho

this is a repost !!

“look at yourself,” tilting his head to the side, his piercing eyes stare down at you as he presses your face into the mattress and digs his fingertips into the soft fat of your hips, “my pretty girl’s already drooling and I haven’t even put it in yet.”

clicking his tongue in feigned disapproval, you could already feel the smug grin stretching across his lips. “didn’t you say this was what you wanted, hm?” landing a harsh slap on your ass, you winced at the sting. “you even made me stop eating out that cute little pussy just when i started drinking up all the sweet cum I coaxed out of you” turning your head over your shoulder, you scowled at the man hovering above your naked body as you laid on your stomach. chucking he tilted his head, “what? wanna get fucked stupid so that pretty little head of yours doesn’t have to think anymore?” and before you could protest, your voice caught in your throat when you felt his fat cock slip between your dripping folds, spreading your sticky lips apart and slowly rocking himself back and forth — shamelessly thigh-fucking you. “that’s right baby, just take it easy” he sighed as his angry red tip brushed across your sensitive clit.

softly moaning, you gently began grinding yourself on his veiny length, and unconsciously squeezed your thighs together to try to feel more friction. but your attempt mostly seemed to work in your lovers favor. hissing in pleasure, he steadily picked up his pace “that’s my good girl” he sweetly praised before pressing his muscled body flush against your back. leaning in, he pressed soft kisses all over your jaw, until he reached the curve of your ear, “want me to make you mine?” moving his hand up, he tenderly massaged your breast and you whined at the sensation, “y-yes..! need you s’bad” you pleaded. rolling your nipple between his fingers, he softly nipped at your earlobe, “yeah? want me to make you full with my cum too, hm?” and he smiled when your head eagerly nodded. licking a strip on your neck, he gently sunk his teeth down on your sweet spot and sucked on the sensitive skin while thrusting his tip across your clit again. biting back a moan, your vision quickly clouded with want. “i’ll give you everything you want baby” feeling his muscles flex, you could tell he was struggling to hold back, “just tell me — tell me what you need, and i’ll do it for you” clutching the silk sheets under you, you arched your back and slightly spread your legs further apart. clearly indicating to him you were ready to feel him slide inside your dripping, mushy pussy, “i wan’ feel you ins-ah!-inside!!” you moaned as he dipped his hand between your shaky legs and lazily circled your swollen bud. “whatever you say, sweetheart” he muttered.

moving his cock from between your dripping folds, he slipped his free hand between your aching cunt and plunged two long digits inside, skillfully fingering you as he continued his abuse on your clit. throwing your head back in pure bliss, he quickly took the opportunity to crash his lips with yours in a heated kiss, eager to drink in your moans as he played with you. and archons, how his balls tightened at the way your body submissively reacted to his touches; desperately sucking in his fingers as he pumped them in and out of your sopping pussy, and adding to his ego when he started to feel your body tense from just this little bit of attention. with a cocky smirk, he sped up his attack on your clit and began scissoring your pussy to prepare you for the girth of his fat cock. you separated your lips from his and gasped in air as a single string of saliva connected you, “w-wait-!! i’m a-about to cum..!” you moaned as you felt that familiar fuzzy feeling course through your veins and tighten the coil in your core. pumping in a third finger, your body jolted from the overwhelming stimulation and you gushed all over his fingers; shaking like a leaf as pleasure overtook your body.

slipping his slender digits out, he licked up your slick glistening on them. “so sweet” he muttered as your body fell limply on the mattress. closing your eyes, you hastily tried catching your breathe and calming your heart rate, but you were abruptly disrupted when you felt two hands firmly hold onto your waist and lift your ass up. “tsk, silly girl. don’t go tapping out on me just yet, or ima have to fuck you unconscious.” slapping your clit, you winced at the pain, “m’ sorry..!” you whined, “but m’ too.. too sensitive” “too sensitive, huh?” he flatly repeated, but you could tell by the way he was hungrily staring at your leaking pussy, that he was far from finished with you, his favorite toy. “then lemme just put the tip in, yeah?” teasing his mushroom head on your tight little entrance, his eyes darkened with desire, “just the tip, kay? promise, just gonna put it in a lil bit, baby” he swore, but the way his shaft felt when he squeezed into your spongey walls made his eyes roll to the back of his head, and on instinct his hands roughly pulled your hips back and fully sheathed himself inside. breathlessly gasping, you grit your teeth, “w-wait!! go sl-slow!!” you whined out, but your desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as he placed his calloused hand between your shoulder blades and forced you into a deeper arch — letting him slide in deeper. tears welled in the corners of your eyes from the burn of feeling him stretch your pussy out as his shaft relentlessly kissed your cervix, but the pain hurt so deliciously, you didn’t care if you’d be rendered useless afterwards.

surprisingly, almost pathetically, your lover barely managed to get a few good strokes in before you were already a teary, drooling mess writhing underneath him. so cute, he thought. feeling your body tense up, you felt the band in your stomach tightening more and more as it coaxed you into your next orgasm. you hated how easily you fell apart beneath his predatory gaze, but your mind was too numb with pleasure to care about your pride as the slap of skin against skin and the scent of sex filled your senses. “s’ g-good!” you moaned as your walls clenched eagerly around him, sucking him in, and almost making it harder to thrust in and out. “yes, yes, yes—!! m’ gon’— m’ gonna cum!!” you wailed out as you climbed up your high until abruptly he slid out, leaving you feeling empty and cheated as the sweet pressure slowly dissipated. burying your face into the mattress, you weakly sobbed in frustration, “you asshole! w-why..?” you croaked. “tsk. and here i thought my sweet girl was smart” he sighed. turning your body, he flipped you on your back “you already know i wanna see that pretty face when you cu—“ but his voice caught as his pretty eyes slightly widened at the sight in front of him. “shit..” he cursed, barely above a whisper.

his eyes stared mesmerized at the way your soft breasts squished together as you angrily tried wiping away your tears. trailing his eyes down your body, he practically salivated at the wet mess smearing between your thighs and dripping onto the bedsheets. it made his cheeks dust pink at how perverse you looked beneath him. the usual independently fierce woman he’s fallen in love with was now just a cute little doll ready to get disrespectfully railed until his name was the only thing bouncing around in her pretty little head. it made his cock twitch and drip with precum. narrowing his eyes in excitement, he wrapped his hand around his hardened length and pumped himself a few times, “tch. is baby crying because she can’t cum yet?” he scoffed, and you averted your gaze in embarrassment.

tapping his slick covered cock on your glistening pussy, he admired the way your cute hole desperately clenched onto nothing. “s’ fuckin pretty…” he mumbled. aligning himself to your entrance, he leaned down to place a loving kiss on your lips, “my cute little pet” languidly rubbing his tip against your gooey entrance you involuntarily bucked your hips up against him. “s-stop teasing..” you uttered, and he chuckled at your poorly hidden desperation. “don’t worry, baby, i’ll give give you what you need. can’t have you leave without my cum sittin warmly in your tummy and overflowing down that pretty pussy” lowering his head, he littered wet kisses all across your chest until he reached the bouncy mound of your breast and he earnestly latched his mouth around your hardened bud, making you quietly whimper at the wet feeling. his tongue moved skillfully as he sucked and swirled it around your sensitive bud. glancing up, his eyes focused on the way your face contorted in pleasure. slowly stroking himself, he carefully eased his thick cock into the sweet warmth of your pussy. and archons it took every bit of force to not nut when your spongey walls immediately squeezed around him . “you’re too -fuck- baby you’re too fuckin’ tight…” he growled.

fluttering your doe-eyes up at him, you locked your legs around his slim waist “‘m sorry.. feel so good inside me..” your voice was hazy and laced with lust as your dainty fingers tangled themselves in his soft hair. slowly pushing himself further and further inside, he savored every second he spent feeling every squishy ridge and cushiony bundle of your walls hugging his cock. “so good f’ me, baby” he quietly praised as his mouth let go of your nipple with a pop. cascading his hands up and down your sides, he straightened up to get a better look at the panting, cockdrunk mess you were just from sheathing himself inside. humming in amusement, he pinched your nipple as a devious glint reflected off of his eyes, “what do you think others would say if they saw you like this? all spread for me so prettily with my cock stuffed deep inside, hm?” smirking, he kneaded the plush of your hips while inching himself between your soaked folds painstakingly slow, “or if they knew of all the times they innocently chatted with you as my cum pooled inside your cute panties?” your lips quivered and your cheeks seared red, “d-don’t be me-mean—!” you hiccuped, as you desperately tried accommodating his girthy cock stretching out your cute hole. cloudy with lust, he smiled in return as his thumb gently tugged on your pouting lips. so precious… he doted. finally bottoming out, you really thought your lover was patient enough to give you time to adjust from his stretch when he slid out — leaving only a string of sticky precum mixed with your slick connecting you — until he pounded himself back in without warning. tightly squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden burn, you clawed onto his shoulders, “a-ah—! wait!! s’ too big! lemme jus—“ you tried protesting, but gasped when his tip grazed the squishy bundle of nerves inside. “too late to cry now” he growled. he couldn’t hold back any longer even if he wanted to. it’d already taken every once of sheer will not to rail you senseless the second his cock got a taste of your velvety folds. he tried to be patient, he honestly did. but at this point? fuck it. he’s too blinded by his innate need to fuck his cum inside you and finally breed you the way you deserve to be bred. “this is your fault” he sneered, “feel s’ fuckin good. making me pussywhipped for your pretty, little cunt —fuckk— take responsibility for what you’ve done” your glassy eyes swelled with hot tears as the lewd sound of your juices squelching echoed throughout the bedroom. thrusting into you, his muscular body caged you into the mattress as you tightened your legs around him despite your own pleas and whimpers begging him to slow down. he knew you enjoyed this just as much as he did.

glancing down, his eyes intently watched the way your breasts bounced in rhythm to each hard stroke of his cock against your walls and he reveled in the way choked moans spilled from your lips as his heavy balls slapped against your ass. “you like this, don’t you?” he condescendingly teased, “being fucked like some filthy little slut” “t-that’s not —mmh!— true!” you sobbed, but the way your pussy clamped around him told him otherwise. wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him closer to your body and he loved the way your soft breasts felt against his bare chest. tilting his head, he hungrily crashed his lips with yours in a sloppy kiss. but just as soon as his body pressed against yours, you gasped in pain when his cock thrusted in further as your legs were forced to spread wider open to make more room for him. “shh, it’s okay, baby, it’ll only hurt for a bit” he reassuringly whispered. taking your hand in his, he pressed your palm on your lower tummy and your eyes widened when you felt his cock protruding in and out. “feel that, baby?” he purred, “only I can fuck you this good. this deeply”

sliding his hands up your quivering thighs, he placed them firmly under your knees and pushed them up higher — pressing them against your collarbones as he repositioned himself into a mating press. your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy when you felt his cock bully into all the right places and teasingly kiss the bundle of nerves deep inside you. archons, how you loved the way he made you feel. your lover was the only man who could ever get you this drunk on his cock and you fucking loved it. you loved how he shamelessly uses your pussy like his own personal fleshlight. toying and playing with you like a predator does with his frail little prey. and you knew he loved it too. you knew that for him, there was nothing he loved more than to watch as you get fucked stupid on his cock. he gets off on the way you get left a babbling, drooling, cum filled mess. kissing you, he bit down on your swollen bottom lip “such a fuckin’ needy little whore” he throatily groaned between wet kisses, “only good for pumpin in my cum, aren’t you? fucking you dumb on my cock like a good little cocksleeve” feeling your pussy clench down on him, he knew you were getting closer to your high. speeding up his pace, he thrust harder into you and you could already tell your ass and inner thighs were gonna be bruised by morning, but none of that mattered when you felt his fingers trail down where you were both connected and messily circle your clit with his thumb, moaning out his name, he smirked, “that’s right, baby. you wanna cum, hm?” fervently nodding your head, “y-yes!! please lemme c-cum!” you eagerly babbled. feeling the building pressure bubbling inside, your breathing got erratic as his thrusts kept rhythmically hitting your g-spot, “s’ sooo good-! i l-love your-ngh- cock-!!” and with one final harsh thrust, your eyes squeezed shut as the band in your core finally snapped and you creamed all over his cock — even gushing some on his lower abdomen. your entire body twitched and spasmed as your vision saw stars while riding out your high, but it quickly became overwhelming when he kept pummeling into you at an ungodly speed to catch his own release now that he coaxed yours out. “wait—! i-i can’t more..!” you tried weakly pushing him away but your cries muffled when he kissed your lips and softly sucked and clashed his tongue with yours to shut you up, “gon’ breed you so good. make you so full with my cum that you have no choice but to get pregnant with my kid”

his thrusts started getting sloppy as he leaned his forehead on yours and his lust filled eyes looked down at you wincing and whimpering at all the overstimulation, “p-please.. nghh—!! m-make me a mommy, kay? wan’ feel you cum in me and make my tu-tummy full..!” you breathily mewled, and his pupils dilated at your flushed, teary face begging him to breed you. shutting his eyes, you could feel him twitching inside you, “fuckk—! wan’ feel this pretty pussy forever. only me! only i can feel you like this” he whined as your eyes struggled to stay open and your consciousness started fading in and out. stuttering his pace, his hands held a bruising grip on your hips, pressing his fingertips hard enough to leave marks within the hour as he continued abusing your squelching pussy. “fuck fuck fuckk..!! take it, baby. wan’ that pussy to milk me dry—!” he groaned out. stuffing you with his cock one last time, you could’ve sworn you noticed a dim glowing light appear the moment you felt his warm, sticky cum paint your walls white and fully releasing his fat load deep into your womb. blurredly blinking back tears, you scratched your nails on his back.

dropping his heavy body atop yours, his muscular thighs stayed pressed against the back of yours and supported your legs up around his waist — still connected as his cum continued to cream inside. you felt his quickened heartbeat erratically pound against where yours rested. quietly easing your panting, you tightly held him in your embrace and soothingly brushed your fingertips across your lovers heated skin. turning his head, he peppered messy kisses on the nape of your neck to distract you from the oversensitivity when he softly thrust a few more strokes. feeling your body tense and a quiet sob fall from your lips, he kissed your wet eyelashes, “it’s okay, sweetheart, I’m almost done, okay? just need to make sure not a drop of cum goes to waste” gripping his shoulders to try and steady yourself, you whimpered as his cock carefully thrust in and out of your pulsing cunt and he littered loving kisses all over your face as he whispered quiet praises such as ‘i love you’s’ ’my perfect girl’ ‘always so brave for me’ and other comforting words of affection. until finally, you shakily sighed in relief when you felt him bury himself deep inside. stilling himself, he wrapped his arms protectively around your shaking body as he nuzzled his face into your hair. the moment was peaceful and intimate as both of your breathing began evening out and syncing with one another while your bodies laid covered in a thin sheen of sweat. after a few minutes of enjoying each others presence and coming down from your highs, he slowly lifted himself onto his elbows as his pretty eyes peered down at you with quiet adoration, “you okay? nothing hurts too much?” he asked, and you felt your gaze soften at the concern lacing his voice. fluttering your puffy eyes up at him, you dotingly smiled, “mhm..” muffling a quiet chuckle, he had to bite back a teasing smile at how cutely you looked all exhausted and lapsing in and out of your hazy daze. gently brushing stray strands of hair from your sweaty skin, his tone was soft as he spoke, “i’m proud of you, my love. you did so so good for me,” he cooed before leaning down to press a loving kiss on your lips, “let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he mumbled between pecks.

slowly getting up, he rested his weight on the heels of his feet as he glanced down to where his cock stayed buried, stretching your cute pussy. a faint blush colored his skin when he noticed the thick coat of sticky cream forming a ring around his cock and he licked his lips thinking about how you taste together, makes me wanna suck on her clit again, he lazily mused — until a dim glowing light drifted his attention higher. eyes slightly widening, his whole body froze as he caught sight of the clear mark. tiredly lifting yourself up, you felt his fingertips tenderly brush against the skin of your lower stomach. rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, you furrowed your brows in curiosity, “mm? what’s wrong?” you questioned, before glancing down at what he was so fixated on. blinking a few times, your eyes widened owlishly in surprise, and a small gasp escaped your lips. “is.. is that…?” you questioned, but your voice trailed off.

lying right below your belly button where his cum was warmly nestled, you saw the pretty illuminating light of the elemental sigil of his vision glowing gently on your skin. the mark was bigger than the sigil on an actual vision and seemed to span about 3 inches across. it looks so pretty… you thought, how is this even possible? was it because he came in me? as your mind ran rampant with theories, unbeknownst to you, your lovers head had cocked to the side and a smirk tugged on his lips as he stared at the marking of his vision on your skin. guess breeding her worked, he thought. and even though he knew he should be questioning how his elemental sigil appeared on your body when he stuffed you full of his cum, he honestly didn’t think it mattered. what mattered was that it was there at all. his possessive gaze shifted up at you staring in awe at the delicately shaped sigil. whether the heavens have spoken or it’s fate, bending down, he closed his eyes and gingerly kissed the top of your head, you’re mine, pretty girl, all mine.

Albedo, AlHaitham, Itto, Cyno, Diluc, Gorou, Kazuha, Kaeya, Ayato, Heizou, Childe, Thoma, Tighnari, Venti, Wanderer, Xiao, Zhongli

side note!: this is my first actual attempt at story writing explicit smut, and tbh I don’t feel like i figured out the motions just yet, sighhh … either way i hope it was still enjoyable !!

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