#besties you don't even know how much i LUST for this man...

[somedaytakethetime]

*stares lustfully**looks disrespectfully*

[spotlightlowlife]

glutton for diminishment

and bonus lust for lies

Queen Bee has lost what little credibility she had at this point.

I'll start off by first calling out both Ozzie and Bee

Since that can easily be done together, they were pretty much the same character in mastermind but looking back on all we have got on these two, they're two sides of the same coin in general.

The last episode gave us some scenes with the sins we have met, we didn't get to hear from anyone new but Satan, it was his court but the alleged true boss was missing. Ozzie and Bee sat together and proved their allegiance and support of the defence, but not really.

They had fight in them to bicker with Mammon, much more than they had to speak up for IMP, even though they both initially spoke up in shallow defense of Blitzø and only Blitzø.

The fact that they were both quick to move on to an argument with their peer and quickly find entertainment in this spat dispite an execution going on that would not only go against their 'hangs out with the little guy image but upset their partners, also the little guys.

This indifference could easily show that those at the bottom of society truly mean nothing to them, they don't care, they may like the odd personality or two who is cute and looks up to them but so. This would actually make sense, they are leaders of the rings of hell, more than a business boss but world leaders and the residents of hell are customers who live and work to provide for them and act accordingly in their territory

no exceptions

but this won't be the case because they are 'nice' and being 'nice' they can't be ignorant or dismissive and if so l it's someone else's fault. So nice are they that they must love their mortal partners who were born the equivalent of yesterday to them.

Both Fizz and Tex had moments of insecurity and discomfort at the power imbalance of their relationships and where they stand

with Tex looking concerned at Bee's behaviour and what she could do to Loona who he kindly invited

and Fizz's lack of confidence turning out to be down to his fame being what lead him to Ozzie and without his brand where would thet be? Good question.

Both these characters got off to a good start, they spoke their agenda and were bothered by those who got in their way, Moxxie changed the tone and Ozzie had every right to eject him and Millie and Bee had every right to be bothered by a guest who was rude to her in her home, if the push to have them seem nice was relaxed, then these work as great powermoves rather than empty threat and their 'humblness' at having a club that's 'that place I wanted to go to' says a lowly imp and that party that anyone can get in, could be a manipulation to get lowest of classes comfortable which will equal profit. Makes sense. So far one character is safe to be doing this.

Now you see the parallels of these two and their matching situations, yet more can and has been done with Ozzie. Bee may be yet another female who needs a man for relevance.

The female curse

Mammon is better at Bee's sin than Bee. Greed and gluttony should mesh together well, gluttony is a major part of consumerism and that's a fact anyone can understand. But we can't have that because one is nice and the other isn't, even though this doesn't prevent Ozzie and Mammon working together.

Bee falls under the umbrella of outclassed females.

In breif

•Loona lives like a teenager and she's is spoilt by Blitzø who was good enough to adopt her, he also employs her, she knows transformation magic but how is unknown, we don't see her study, we don't see her taking phone calls, she is friendless and her interactions with IMP regress the episode after improvement

• Millie is given nothing to talk about, needs Moxxie and his perseved helplessness to show us her competence and now Blitzø is her bestie after one episode and credited for her life being what it is

• Barbie, edited out of her shared backstories with Fizz and her male lead character twin

• Verosika, a sucessful catch who got off lucky by getting robbed and abandoned by Blitzø reduced to bitter, petty and desperate ex

• Stella was the woman scored who's family and lifestyle just got wrecked, now just abusive wife, now doesn't even handle her own shit that's her brothers job

• Bel and Lev, they should be important characters yet they were introduced in silence, no speaking roles the whole episode yet the bird goatis guy talks

• dead mothers (or assumed so but it makes no difference) who didn't even get to speak in flashbacks, both major parts of their son's tragic background

I don't buy that it's a coincidence that the Bee is not shown enjoying being gluttonous in her own right AND happens to be in shape only for Mammon to be both gluttonous and fat upon debut. Yes, I'm sure there are merchandise reasons at play here yes misdeeds that should be Ozzie's have been ridiculously pushed onto Mammon too in order to have a bad guy, further proving Bee to be watered down Ozzie.

Crap vibes

The common defensive that Bee was disgusted by Mammon's gluttony because 'she picks up on good vibes' or 'table manners'

both are hopeless excuses because what's not good vibes about someone looking forward to their lunch break and enthusiastically eating a meal? Bee was the one encouraging her guests to eat, drink and enjoy a supersize, she wasn't watching how speedy and tidy they were in consuming and she is all for the depraved.

Another thing, she was quick to intimidate and threaten Loona and want to see the back of Blitzø, both for ruining the vibe, yet we didn't see people rushing to leave and there was nothing to tell us that 'good vibes' were something she imposed with subtle threat or they were just some young hipster standards and satire of PC.

We really could have seen Bee upkeep her flaky attitude by allowing Blitzø to get depraved as long as he was consuming (a lot like Mammon not intetupting Fizz's burn song because attention equal money) and it be Loona further proved right that this girl is a phoney and have her moment of looking for Blitzø without being prompted by an unlikely and irrelevant source. But no, Loona's rude anyway so her opinion on Bee doesn't matter, makes sense that she's jealous, there's enough reason to be.

Bee's shallow attitude and dismissal of what she doesn't want to roll with could easily be used for her own villainy, the power of toxic positivity, but no, she's reactive and what she enforces is unclear, yet again, what could be her thing has been done better.

[creedslove]

so there’s this audio that goes

‘you’re so crazy… i think i wanna have your babies.

Oh, I did’

and it just took me to,

imagine soccers moms or moms at school in general flirting with joel, even though they know he’s with reader and they are married in their own, but still — they do (bitches). and then one day, you both are picking up sammy from kindergarten or school and one of them says they want to have joel’s babies as a joke (not really a joke) and readers just straight up says ‘i did.’ and it turns joel on SOOO much!!

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: no but why do I love this so much? Bless your mind bestie 💝

• when Joel married you, he knew he was bound to see men flirting with you all the time as you were beautiful. He wasn't happy about the fact guys would still hover over you but there wasn't much he could do other than being protective

• what he had no idea would happen was that you felt the same thing towards him: Joel was a damn handsome attractive man and a lot of women would try to throw their charms at him even if he was clearly not interested at all or just dangling his wedding ring around

• so you both had to adapt to your new reality, very often joking with each other that was the price to pay for being a hot couple; the fact was that you loved and trusted each other and if someone else crossed the line you knew neither of you weren't to blame

• and that works just fine for your relationship, which doesn't necessarily mean you don't run out of patience eventually, especially because you had no idea the place you'd have to see women throwing themselves at your husband would be at school

• from the moment Sammy entered the kindergarten, you noticed how some of the moms would shoot glances at your husband and make comments on their own

• some of them already knew Joel from the time he would take and pick up Sarah from school, so seeing the handsome single parent found a wife and had a new child was a tad disappointment to them

• and being active parents like you both are, it's impossible not to run into the same group of parents every so often and it drives you insane how the moms don't even hide how attracted they are to Joel

• and we are talking about a bunch of bored housewives soccer moms who simply show up in their yoga pants and fake eyelashes batting their eyes to your husband with no shame in saying things such as:

"my husband is outta town and I need someone to fix the faucet in the kitchen, do you think you could help?"

or

"I was wondering if I could get your number so I'll call to discuss how it would cost me for you to fix my garage door"

• and of course Joel would give them his business card and tell them to call Tommy just in case they didn't actually mean business, and as much as you were patient and you trusted your handsome husband, it angered you to see they got the nerve

• so whenever you could, you would accompany Joel in the school events and days where the two of you managed to get off work earlier and pick up Sammy was even better, it was special to the three of you

• the way your son's eyes widened at the sight of both his mommy and daddy there to pick him up, just as the way his little legs barely could contain his excitement to rush to the two of you; not to mention his backpack looked bigger than himself, it was all amusing and sweet, you were sure you'd never get tired of it

"Mommy!!! Daddy!!!"

• he squealed excitedly rushing to you both and being met with a tight embrace that engulfed Sammy and you, Joel holding tight his most precious thing: his family

• and obviously that those ladies couldn't help but stare at how big and broad he was, how his strong arms were able to hold the two of you and hope his muscles flexed with his body movements

• one of them stared at you in pure envy, not many women would have the lucky you did when you found him, but it didn't mean she had the right to lust after your husband like that, but she couldn't believe that in addition to being an incredible man he was also a great dad

"ugh, I wanna have his babies"

"I did!"

• you smirked at her having heard what she said about your husband and finding it comic to see her so flustered and embarrassed after being caught red handed, you shrugged and smiled

"yeah, he is that good, but it's kinda rude to lust after married men like that"

• you winked at her and took Sammy's hand, walking towards the truck as even Joel stared at you in shock and amusement

• he really liked your feisty answer, and since you were so proud of having his baby, he was thinking of putting another one inside of you that night 💘

____

[empressofmankind]

Hooked On You

[Crocodile x F!OC]

Explicit with a capital E

Word count: 1.7k / 5 pages

(A/N) Featuring Crocodile and Shivs when they were still a thing. I don't know what force of nature even kept these two together. Actually, I do. Its shared and unresolved heinous trauma, and coping through mutual enabling with a side dish of codependency. They have so many problems. Gambling problems. Drinking problems. Marital problems. Who's gonna tell them sex isn't therapy? I am counting on you, Robin.

This is the same time frame as 'The House Always Wins', so ten years prior to the actual story and likely after hours at Rain Dinners. There's a joke in here somewhere about trouble in Paradise - literally, as that is where Arabaste is located. I haven't a clue in which larger fic I will stick this, but it is likely a long way off and it felt selfish not to share it.

Tag(s): Absolutely inappropriate use of that hook. Does it count as foreign object play? Probably. Its not a knife but I am going to say knife play because it is a stabbing weapon. I am sure the knife crowd is down. Thoroughly drunk sub, though he ain't sober either. We get a whiff of that daddy vibe of his, too. Obsessive and controlling behaviour? Definitely. Edging? The worst. Begging? Totally. Absolutely filthy language. I keep forgetting how foul-mouthed he is. Some mild degrading? Yes. What else? Are they still dressed? Yes. Married? For better and for much worse. Size difference? Still relevant. Power imbalance? Yes, she's so drunk. And so horny. He could turn her any which way rn.

My sincerest apologies for this title being the worst pun known to man, but the besties were asnooze and I had to make do.

🐊 🐊🐊

Hooked On You

“Ssh,” Crocodile said, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at Shivs, sprawled in his lap and across the couch. Her sparkly cocktail dress hitched up to her waist, showing off dark stockings against pale thighs. Who knew where she'd lost her heels? He stroked a red bang from her eye. It gazed up at him, large with need and drink. Again.

“Careful, honey,” he rumbled as his gaze lingered on her bare pussy. Watching her labia part against the smooth metal as he gingerly ran the tip of his hook between them. Felt her shudder, heard her quiet, plastered moan as her legs twitched towards each other. He didn't like it when she drank this much. “Keep those pretty thighs apart or you'll hurt yourself.”

He spread her open with two fingers, her inner folds slick and shimmering with her juices already. And touched the curved tip against the small, moist folds concealing her entrance. The breathy huff that drew from her fogged his thoughts with hazy lust, the ravenous beast within him stirring from its slumber. She was such a needy thing, and he wanted to see it. Wanted to see her eager little hole contract around the metal, grip at it with no hope of finding purchase. Watch her sweet juices run rivulets down its curve as she came for him, and only him.

She rolled her hips, and he stopped her promptly. Her protesting whine was as slurred as her speech had been. She squirmed, but he kept her put. His hook wasn’t sharp, per say, but it would not give in the way his cock would if she foolishly shoved her needy little cunt into it.

He waited till she stilled, fingertips brushing the edge of lace between stocking and thigh. When he dipped the cool tip between her moist inner folds, her legs twitched further apart for him. And the gluttonous creature inside Crocodile burred happily, devoured the pretty sight. He lightly, carefully, dragged the tip along her inner walls, searching for the sensitive spot just a little ways inside of her on memory alone.

A whimper, when he found it.

Her pitched moan as music to his ears when he stroked it again.

“Oh-ah!” 

Her hands shot down, weakly, drunkenly, scrabbling at the metal as she tried to tug him closer, feel more, feel everything, just the way she would if it were his fingers dug knuckle deep into her moist cunt. But it wasn’t.

“Shh,” Crocodile shushed against her red hair as he gathered her wrists away before she hurt herself with her blind need. She glanced up at him with such drunken lust that he almost forgot he was upset with her.

“You’ll hurt yourself if you’re not careful,” he said, his hooded gaze on her parted lips, her panting breaths. And kissed her as he pressed the tip of his hook against that sweet, sensitive spot, gradually increasing pressure until she squirmed in his lap and moaned into their kiss.

“What is it?” he whispered against her bated breath as he paused and devoured the garbled, indecipherable plea that spilled from her lips. “You want me to fuck you with it? Is that what you want, doll?”

“Y-yes, p-plea-ah!”

Her precious mewls and the way she writhed in his hold with barely contained need spilled like gasoline onto the smouldering fire of his own desire.

“I can’t do that, honey,” he said as he gingerly guided it deeper, tracing the inward curve of her tight vagina, a passage he knew so well. “It’ll hurt you.”

She twisted in his lap and he had to pin her hips down, palm flat against her belly, to stop her rocking into his touch. She absolutely could hurt herself with her reckless, drunken actions.

“N-need. You-ah,” she whined in a tone that made him so hard. Made him want to toss her around, pull up that firm ass and fuck her sopping pussy full of cum like she deserved. A low, guttural groan clawed its way from his throat as he pressed her narrow hips down, pushed her butt unto his aching cock as he held her put. He wrestled the rapacious beast down, but only just. 

Soon, he promised himself.

“G-gim. Me. Ah-shole,” she complained. Her hands fisted into the cushion and the fabric of his pants, her knuckles bright and bruised.

“Ts-tsk. That is no way to talk to your husband.” He carefully withdrew his hook, her slick cunt making a delicious noise around the metal. “Don’t I take good care of you, sweetheart?”

“N-ngh-eed,” she whined as he slid the tip back into her with a smooth, languid push that followed the curve of her tight passage as far as it would go. “N-need you. T-to-oh-OH!”

“To what?” He mused against her hair as he stroked her lower belly, watched the muscles there clench and tremble at the lightest touch. The urge to bury his cock into her warm, snug hole clawed at his sanity like a living thing. He needed to have her. But he wanted to see. Wanted to watch her cramping pussy grasp at the metal as she came for him mewling his name. 

“You need a little help?” Crocodile said as he traced his fingers down to her pubes. “Is that it, doll?”

Shivs nodded, fingers digging into fabric and his thigh, barely managing a reply. “Y-yuh.”

He ran his fingertips in broad, lazy circles around her sensitive bud, never quite touching it. “You need a little help to make your sweet cunny make you feel so good?”

“Y-yes.”

“Why should I? You’ve been nothing but trouble.” He slid his middle finger down through her wet folds, teasing the hot, slick skin where his hook dug into her sensitive, pliable hole. “Tossing patrons, wrecking the floor, ransacking the bar. Why should I reward that kind of behaviour?”

“Am s-so,” she babbled as she arched her hips towards his touch. It felt good. Bad. Better than she’d ever thought it could.

“What was that, doll?”

“Am s-sor,” she wheezed as his thumb ghosted across her clit. “Ror-ry.”

“Didn’t quite catch that.”

“I s-said I am s-sorry!”

“Are you?”He teased her sensitive bud, delighted in the way she twitched, the way her toes curled. “Such sweetly false promises from my darling wife.”

“F-fuck you, C-croc-odile.”

Her fist came at his face half-heartedly, trembling from drink and desire. He caught it and pressed kisses against her bruised knuckles. “Yes, you will.”

When he reached down to rub his ring and middle finger across her clit, her fist latched onto his shirt, her fingers digging into the expensive fabric as she arched into his touch and hook, both, with the loveliest raw cry. He relished how much she wanted it.

He gathered her closer to him, keeping her hips locked against his own to stop them moving. He massaged her needy bud firmly, rubbing his fingers roughly against her the way he knew she craved. “Say my name again.”

“Hnn. Mmm. Croco-dile,” she whined drunkenly.

A deep grunt escaped him, his cock throbbing beneath her as he rubbed her aching bud between his fingers. He drew his hook back, lightly caressing the tip along her inner walls, searching. 

“Again.” 

“Croc-oh-dile!”

He could tell from her pitch he’d found it. The spot he knew would make her see stars.

“Once more?” he rumbled into her ear as she trembled against him, so ready to reward him. To show him what he wanted, needed. He watched her tether for a breathless moment, watched her slick pussy clench around his hook. Then nudged her across with a sudden, sharp tap into that sweet, sweet spot.

“Cro-oh. Ah! Yes!” she wailed, and he savoured the way his name broke as she lost it.  “P-plea-uh. Yess!” 

He struggled to keep her trashing in check as her orgasm ripped through her. Forcefully pinned down her narrow hips as they bucked against his firm grip. He kept the pressure on her little cum spot, rubbed her clit through her peak. His hungry gaze fixed on her sopping pussy, watching her tight hole spams around his hook. Her sweet cum gushing out, running down the slick metal and dripping from its curve.

She was perfect like this, and all his. 

And always would be.

“My darling wife is such a pretty slut, and ever so sweet to me,” he murmured into her ear as she calmed down, her panting breath slowing, steadying. The sweet trembles racking her body subsiding. “Able to cum on anything I put in her needy little hole. Even my hook.”

He drank in her blissful, fucked-out look as she gazed up at him through heavy lashes, the caress of too much alcohol lingering behind her flushed cheeks and bright eye. Her lips were parted, an edge of teeth visible. 

He withdrew his hook, and groaned at her meek whine and the way she reached for it. She was such a needy little thing. The ever-hungry creature within him stirred with a satisfied burr, never quite done feasting on her, devouring her every word, action, noise, sin. 

“You know what I am going to do after this?” 

He brushed her fussy touch from his hook, caught her fingers in his own as he rested the slick metal against her flat belly. The ravenous beast roared, no longer tolerating being ignored.

“I am going to wreck your pretty cunt and stuff it full of cum until you come apart beneath me,” he said as he pressed a kiss against her bruised knuckles, catching her bright, greedy gaze. “You need that, don’t you, honey?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

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Horny hell seat reservations - @ruledbyproblematique @littlemountainwolf @fanaticsnail @tiredemomama

[orshii]

bitter and sweet

Author: orshii

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x female reader

Warnings: Use of word "fuck", smoking, alcohol consumption

Word count: 2k

Summary: When you finally quit your job, you need a distraction. Hongjoong happens to be that.

A/N: Am- hi? This is totally new to me, and I would've never uploaded this story, if it weren't for my bestie @bvidzsoo (ly). She kept saying, how good this story was, so Ig I'm here? I really hope you will enjoy it, as much as I did when I wrote this little drabble. Recently I am very whipped for Hongjoong, so yeah...I just had to write this. Anyways, have fun. xoxo orshii

After a whole month of living like a robot: starting work early in the morning, when the sun wasn't even up yet, until when it hid behind again the buildings of our little town; I slowly started to feel like I was losing my mind. The feeling was similar to when your days are just as monotone as the clock on your wall, never changing its course the opposite way. You become one with your regular human life, which is always clouded, always grey just like the clouds above you; there are no colors.

It started becoming overwhelming, I started getting tired of this feeling of emptiness; I felt the void spread through my body every single fucking day. That's when I decided to quit my job, which wasn't even my dream job. I have been working at a fucking bakery as a cashier, of course it wasn't my dream job, whose would it be…

It was a Friday when I quit, so, as I was an unemployed nobody, the best idea was to celebrate that, wasn’t it? My friends were excited to hear my sudden proposal of going to a party, which was held by the town’s biggest brat, Jung Wooyoung; but I didn't care, I needed to get laid as soon as possible. I just wanted an escape from this shit reality, and not to think about what was going to happen in the future now that I was without a job.

 We decided to dress up pretty and sexy for the night with the girls. I was wearing black ripped jeans with fishnets underneath, and a black crop top with some cuts on it here and there, accompanied with my black boots and some accessories.

As we arrived in front of the house of said brat, Wooyoung, we went inside deep into the crowd of swaying bodies, which were flowing with the music. The music was so loud that we couldn't even hear our own voice, the beat punching our chests harshly. The first thing we had to do was to drink, of course, so we headed to the kitchen. We could barely see the furniture inside the kitchen due to the smog filling the air, coming from the people smoking this and that. Finally, somehow we found our love, the meaning of our night:  alcohol. We started to take some tequilas shots, and anything else we found, honestly. We just wanted to get drunk. Me, at least.

Eventually, I somehow found myself around the swaying bodies in the living room, but my friends were nowhere to be found.

I started to dance following the flow of the music; I felt like I could finally breathe, my latest months were hard and I just needed to forget all of the shit that’s happened.

At some point, I felt like somebody was watching me, I don't know how, I’d call it perhaps intuition.

When my eyes finally found the owner of two staring lustful eyes, my breath hitched. I have never seen this man in my entire life before, but as I watched him, my heart just started to race like it never has. My heart didn't even race like this when a fucking bear started to chase me, and that’s no fun.

I felt dizzy, maybe because of the influence of the alcohol or I didn’t know, but the sudden emotions started hitting me like I was a fucking punch bag.

The man was sitting on the couch, he was a bit far, but I could see his devilish smile from where I stood. It’s not supposed to be a joke; but with the red lights of the party, he looked like the fucking devil himself. His raven-black hair fell on his forehead, reaching his eyes, making his glare even more intense as he held a can of beer, leaning over his knees.

I haven't moved since my eyes landed on him but somebody, suddenly, bumped into me, and if I remember the guy's name correctly, it’s San. But I was glad, because I somehow found myself back to reality again, as if the last few minutes were in slow-motion.

I tried not to look at the stranger again, since my friends finally found me and we started to dance together, laughing and goofing around. I would be lying if I said my eyes never searched for the stranger again as he had moved from the couch. I felt a bit disappointed that I might never see him again.

And there was a chance that I actually might see him, and after a while, I suddenly felt two warm hands around my waist. I don't know how, don't ask, but I just knew it was the stunning stranger guy from the couch, with whom I had a staring contest like half an hour ago.

We just weirdly danced to the music, feeling the rhythm as it led our bodies in synchrony. It was weird because he was a total stranger but, somehow, I felt safe in his warm arms. I slowly turned around to finally look at the owner of the warm hands, and I was fucking right. I felt like I was going to melt right then and there like ice cubes on a hot summer day.

Why? Because he was the hottest guy I have ever seen in my life, and I'm not joking, I would never joke about things like that. He looked ethereal, and I don't know what led him to me, but I thank God for it, because it was worth every moment. I looked into his eyes as he was glaring at me sharply. I couldn't read his expression, but I saw a small smirk slip onto his slim lips, so, I reached my arms around his neck. Yes, I felt comfortable like this, after all, he was still holding my waist.

“Hi.” I spoke suddenly. Don't even ask me why I had the courage to even say something to him. That night, my soul has left my body surely.

“Hey.” He said with a low tone, leaning close to my ear so I could hear him. I felt shivers running through my body.

“Wanna smoke?” I asked him with questioning eyes.

He smiled, “Yeah, of course.”

And then, he grabbed my hands and pulled me towards the backyard.

I looked back at my friends, but they were just laughing and shouted, “Go get him!”

It made me laugh as I followed the stranger.

As we finally arrived outside, I felt relieved. The weather was nice, I finally could hear my own voice and I got to inhale some fresh air.

We stopped at the terrace of the house, and I leaned my back against one of the pillars as the stranger across from me did the same thing.

We were quiet for a bit as I enjoyed the fresh air, and I felt him watching me. It wasn't an awkward quiet, it was a comfortable one. I stared back at him, taking in the sight of him as his outfit screamed elegance, but at the same time it was casual; he was wearing all black.

“Aren't you going to smoke?” He asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

“Nah, I don't smoke.” I said with a serious face.

The stranger looked at me, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion.

“Then why did you want to come out to—smoke?”

I just shrugged, “I just needed some fresh air, but to not disappoint you—” I started to search for something in my pocket, “I have this.”

I showed him the colorful elf bar, raising it up to his face.

He started to laugh loudly; it was low toned and the sound tingled through my whole body. I loved his laugh.

“Okay.” He nodded, “Then I’m going to smoke a real cigarette.”

He spoke while still smiling as he reached for his cigarettes in his pocket. Damn, he was actually smoking smoking; that’s a red flag, but I like it.

He slowly pulled out a cigarette from the package, and took it in between his parted thin lips, his gaze never leaving mine, only when he lit it up.

I decided to smoke the elf bar which was in my hands. It tasted like a tangle of freshly picked raspberries and blueberries from the wild fields, accompanied with the taste of dark red cherries. I loved the sweet taste as it slowly went down into my lungs, spreading the sweetness everywhere, and then, I exhaled it slowly out into the clear air.

The guy in front of me was staring at my lips as the sweet fog came out from my parted lips.

“Is it good?” He asked, gazing at me.

“It is. It’s sweet, unlike yours.” I said pointing at the cigarette in his hands.

He looked down at it.

“It's not that bad—wanna taste it?” He asked me frowning with a smirk on his lips.

And the look he was giving me sent me to Hell, just for me to return as Lucifer. That's why I was suddenly so bold, out of my mind.

“Do you want to taste this?” I pointed at my elf bar, avoiding his question on purpose.

“Yeah, why not?” He said, stepping closer to me.

I stared at him as an idea came to my mind.

“Wanna double shotgun?” I asked pointing at my elf bar and his cigarette, watching him with inviting eyes.

Just the idea of it was already so exciting, now imagine actually doing it…with a stranger, whom, despite having just met, it felt like I have known him my whole life.

“Hell, yes.” He said in a low tone, it was almost like a thunder. He stepped closer to me, our bodies almost touching, but it seemed like he didn't want to overstep some unsaid boundaries.

And so, I slowly inhaled from the elf bar, inhaling it deep down into my lungs as he did the same with his cigarette, burning the end of it with his inhale.

As we both were ready, we leaned into each other’s bodies, our lips almost touching. We exhaled the smoke at the same time as it tumbled through our parted lips, just to meet with the other's soft lips, inhaling the other's taste. I breathed him in, held it in my lungs, wanting to keep it there forever.

“It's so bitter.” I whispered still leaning close, slowly exhaling the smoke of his cigarette.

“It's so sweet.” He whispered back to me, leaning even closer in, gazing at me with dark eyes, which were telling me so much yet nothing at the same time.

“Wanna taste it on your sweet lips.” He said, reaching out his thumb to brush it against my lower lip.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I whispered against his bitter lips, closing my eyes slowly.

He slowly grabbed my chin and tilted it upwards, and then leaned in to brush his lips against mine. I could taste the bitterness of his cigarette on his lips, blending with the sweet taste of my own lips, which the elf bar has left behind.

Sweet and bitter collided, it was like our own two worlds colliding: he tasted bitter, but somehow, he brought some sweetness into my grey world, painting it slowly full with colors as he brushed his lips against mine.

“You haven’t told me your name.” I said after our lips separated from each other, desiring for more. I wanted to taste him forever.

“Hongjoong.” He whispered, our lips almost touching, “And what's your name, pretty?”

“Y/N” I said, and he smiled at me sweetly as our lips collided again, never wanting to separate.

He filled me up with passion. He made me want to finally step out of my monotone life. I felt like I was alive again. He made my grey life colorful again.

Later on, we were passed out in the back of his car…how’d we let it get this far, I don’t know.

[lovemyromance]

SJM doesn't write her men as fuckbois, end of argument. This is romantasy, this is not real life situationships.

She writes her men as prideful beings, unwilling to kneel for anyone but their woman.

She writes her men as desperate for their female counterparts, willing to wait centuries to even earn a second glance.

So this concept of "Oh, Azriel & Elain don't actually want each other, they're just trying to blow off steam." Is ridiculous.

Regardless of their past, their background, the second they meet their love interest they fall in line and are head over heels for that ONE woman. It's not finicky love. It didn't just pass over the course of 2 pages.

SJM empowers the women more and gives them previous love interests. Feyre had Tamlin & Isaac Hale. Nesta had half of the seedy bar crowd in Velaris (no shade, go off city girl) & Tomas Mandray. Elain had Graysen.

You know what their past flings didn't get?

A POV.

We never got a POV from Tamlin, despite him being a main character and love interest in ACOTAR. We didn't get a POV from Tomas or random dude in Nesta's apartment. We didn't get a POV from Graysen.

You know which MMCs did get a POV?

Rhysand.

Cassian.

Azriel.

That in itself should be enough evidence that whatever happening between Elriel isn't just a fling, as the antis try to make it out to be.

Rhysand got a POV when he was endgame with Feyre. Cassian got a POV before he was endgame with Nesta. Now Azriel gets a POV, and there's only one sister left....

Why would SJM give Azriel a whole POV otherwise? Why not just tell it from Elain's POV?

And no it's not because that would reveal how much she apparently secretly loves Lucien while she's ready to drop her panties for Shadow Boy

That bonus chapter in ACOSF was not just SJM being in a silly goofy mood and deciding to write fuckboy Az as a new part of the story.

Also - all these people clamoring "wELL hAvE yOu rEaD tHe aZrIeL bOnUs cHaPtER?" They're just trynna use each other - Have YOU read the bonus chapter?

What part of that longing and tension and pining gave you lust and incel behavior? This man feels so undeserving of her, he thinks even touching her is to taint her goodness.

That shit poetic af.

He's out here being Azriel Allen Poe, describing her hair like dawn and begging on his knees to taste her and y'all are out here thinking "nah, they're just a fling."

Do you spout poetry and are tortured every waking moment with the love you hold for your situationship? If so - I don't think they're a situationship anymore bestie.

And Elain also wanted his hands on her. The antis trying to spin "oh she was indifferent to it, she could have been fine with or without him" is so ridiculous because literally she says yes. OFFER AND PERMISSION. She is aroused when he touches her NECK. Like come on, how down bad do you have to be for someone to get turned on when they touch your NECK. And, on top of that, she feels hurt when Azriel says this is a mistake.

Would someone only trynna get laid feel hurt over that? Would they avoid the other person after if they just wanted to blow off steam? No. She wanted Azriel just as badly. And anyone who tries to say otherwise, is just flat out not reading the words on the page.

When will Eluciens & Gwynriels quit trying to cheapen what is canon in order to make their ships work? SJM doesn't write fuckboi men. That's not up for debate.

And the fact that they'd rather have Az be using Elain (or I vice versa) for sex than actually hold feelings for her says a lot.

[choster33]

Bridgerton S3 episode 3 reaction

So this is my reaction to Episode 3 of Bridgerton Season 3. I am doing this slowly so I don't burn myself out and can digest each episode. So far I am loving the show and know it's just going to get more juicy, so here goes. Spoilers ahead but most of y'all have seen it already.

Wow, they're starting on a sexy dream and it's super hot! I knew Colin was hooked from last episode's kiss and he is! He is thinking about Penelope and the kiss, we're going to get a lot of lovesick Colin and I am here for it!

Ok, so now with the family we are getting awkward trying to deny it but failing miserably Colin which is hilarious! He's such a cinnamon roll he won't be able to hide this for too much longer. He may have slept with some ladies, but he is no true rake or hider of his feelings.

Awww, we're getting a bit Peneloise! Love them as besties, and so so hope this means there is going to be a thaw and a path back to friendship. I think I would be somewhat upset as Eloise due to Penelope's lies and continuing as Lady Whistledown even if it hurts people even herself. But I get Penelope too in that LW offers her money, power, and a voice. It has become a part of who she is and she enjoys it. Perhaps if LW were to be revealed or gotten rid of, the two will be friends again.

The ton is full of bitches, geez what was Pen's crime? Being a bit pathetic? She doesn't fit the mold due to size and being a wallflower and they are so mean to her about it. Granted LW just labeled her as pathetic as well and they take cues from LW, but this was happening even before LW said anything. I'm going to live for her becoming Mrs. Colin Bridgerton and having a rising star as an in your face to all the haters!

Ok, the willow scene is everything I wanted it to be! It's gorgeous and the awkward Pen and Colin! They are friends and want to make sure that the other is happy. Even in lust, Colin doesn't push his way into Penelope's life or arms again and listens to her. So cute!

Aw, I ship Colin and Penelope, but I really like Lord Debling. I think that to spice up the drama they couldn't have put someone uninteresting in that place, they had to make him a viable suitor for Penelope and it's working for me. He's adorable and charming, Not endgame obviously but good for you Penelope! Flirt away with handsome vegetarian man!

The pastry scene! I was spoiled by pictures of this and it lives up to the hype! The expression on his face! He is going to have so many nasty thoughts about this moment lol! Oho! I so get the he bought the pastry to see how Pen's mouth tasted at that moment memes started, yes yes!

Ooh man of action Colin! So hot! But then we have Lord Debling coming over and protecting her! Ooh, get it Penelope! What a day! To see Colin's rippling arms like that and then to be wrapped around Lord Debling's arms! And the care he's putting into making sure she's ok! He's definitely in the running now!

I like Lady Tilley Arnold. I think she's an interesting addition to the show, she seems like an intelligent, capable woman. She might not be Benedict's endgame, but I think she will offer a lot of interesting scenes and banter. I think she will play the perfect foil to Sophie if the writers stick to that storyline. I like Tilley and she's interesting, but a little too forward and sure of herself for Benedict. I think Benedict wants someone he can sweep off her feet and live a romance with.

Ok, I really like Lord Debling, so sue me. He is honest, charming and understanding. He doesn't want her to be someone just for him and seems to like Penelope for being herself. We're rooting for Polin, but I like the writers here for making Lord Debling attractive and a viable second choice.

Colin is so falling for Penelope and now Violet definitely knows that he feels something for Penelope. Mama ain't no fool! And Lady Whistledown here is doing amazing writing here. The whole episode was full of innovations, nature, and technology and now we get the whole thesis of the episode. In that all innovations are a distraction and our greatest battle is within ourselves.

Colin was on the precipice of something, but couldn't put it into words. Penelope felt something and even gave him a chance, but that time delay was starting to get awkward. She had to go with Lord Debling. I don't think she was being cruel here or making Colin suffer, there was no other option besides she likes Lord Debling too at this point. I also like "Happier than ever" playing, I like that song and it is Pen's f you people, I can get a man if I wanted to moment.

OK, so not as juicy an episode as ep 2 so far in that they are still in the will they won't they stage of things, but I think that's ok. For friends to lovers and these Bridgerton seasons, I think the slow burn is for the best before we get the sex all the time episodes. We got a lot of pining Colin in this episode and I loved it! He's so cute when he's all jealous and wondering what Penelope's doing.

Can't wait for the final episode, I know it's super juicy!

[rock-n-macabre]

hiii!! if you want to, what are some headcanons you have for severen💗💗

Howdy, Anon! 🖤✨ I absolutely loved this ask - thank you ! Severen is definitely an enigma of a man and it was a blast to write these HCs for him! I wanted to write him in a different light - as much as I would want lovey Sevvy because lovey Sevvy is adorbs 🖤 - I decided to play with the reckless bad boy side.

Hope this is ok!

(also y'all please don't hesitate to send more requests - I'm happy and honored to write for y'all!)

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Severen Van Sickle HC's

🩸 Hard toss up if Severen bought or made his necklace himself. A part of me wants to say Mae made it for him as a thank you for him showing her how to shoot a gun.

🩸High chance of him being besties with the likes of Johnny Ringo and the cowboys before he was turned in Tombstone,AZ.

🩸As much as i'd want to say Severen would be head over heels for someone , he probably mistakens the feeling for that of lust. Wanna be turned? Best recommendation for your 'Survive Severen' plan would be to come up with something wild.. either an action or say some wildness to catch him off guard so that you're not bled out. Boom. Turned. He may be a little cranky pants at first because he is king of one night stands, but he stays true to code and would take one under his wing as his mate.

🩸When he is yours.....look out. I feel like it's a common HC for him to be territorial as all get out, and lawd help anyone who dares to make eyes at you. Also massive sex fiend. Bathroom quickies are a must.

🩸But behind this primal man..RAWR-apex- predator- rabid -possum man... lies one of the most loyal guys that will legit go through hell and back for you. Oh, he forgot something? He'll gladly do it again and be back with bells on.

🩸As much as I want to believe he gets sentimental like anyone would be open with their partner...I feel as if the moment he begins to , he feels vulnerable and will catch himself before fully letting his walls down. Cherish the small moments .

🩸When he got hit by the 18 wheeler, he probably checked another near death experience off his bucket list. Boyo is definitely as much of a masochist as he is a sadist. He will definitely get half cooked and be like "imma do it again!".

🩸I feel as if you got to mate status he would definitely find it attractive if you go in for a neck nibble on him . He'd either a) be smitten because that's a turn on to him or b) be taken aback and full defensive mode all like stay away from uncharted grounds!

🩸He definitely would want to feed off his mate. Now....you miiiiiiight have to pull him off of you so you don't get drained too much, but he likes the closeness and territorial side of the act.

🩸Now feeding off him? He'd expect you to hunt for yourself (he would love hunting together) ..he wants you to fit in and get the seal of approval. But if you get injured badly and need some blood to help recoup quicker? He might make an exception. As noted above, he might be into it if you can reach that level of intimacy with him 🖤

🩸Would 10/10 give you his spur. That's the same as a ring to him. Would hunt Caleb back down or steal it right off his boot (if Caleb stayed with the Hooker clan and didn't pull his BS) to give to his mate. You're all his, par'ner.

🩸Even though yeah he would be a goof around his mate to always captivate their attention...and yeah he can also act aloof in public towards prey....it's a front. The dude is actually super smart. He's an apex predator.....if he blew his cover right off the bat, what fun would that be? He's calculating, devious and knows things....even before he was turned, swaying people wasnt his first rodeo. He wrote the book on it.

🩸Does he have a vampire ex out there? Probably not. Dude has a hard time drawing the line when feeding. Go all in.....go big or go home. No work goes unfinished. There's a tragic romantic part of me that has the HC of Severen might have had a love interest before he was turned. When Jesse turned him, Severen didn't know how to control this new insatiable thirst and drained his mate. Could also play into a possibility as to why he could never get close to someone again from the past trauma....he won't admit to it, but it's there.

[welcome-to-oslov]

This is so interesting! Some great points: their insecurity really does drive them latching onto Tilrey, because his own trauma has turned him into someone who seems like a safer bet. Another thing so insidious about Gersha and Vera: their stubbornly refusing to recognize their privilege.

Granted, technically Vera couldn't order Tilrey around I guess, but still, huge Upstart->Laborer power imbalance. Yet out loud she insists she's some social justice warrior who doesn't SEE levels 🙄. She has to believe levels don't matter, because if they do, maybe there's some other reason it seems like this cute guy likes her back as she dreams.

Gersha was worse: he refused to acknowledge the elephant in the room, that sure maybe he & Tilrey are becoming a couple, but that it doesn't matter if they are, because either way Gersha has the power to order Tilrey to be anything Gersha wants and the power to ruin Tilrey's life if he won't (he even insists he has no power at all, it's all Verán's - that's not true). Instead of tackling this head on, Gersha twists it to be that it's sooooo tragic for himself (not Tilrey): "See?!?! This is why I can never be sure if Tilrey really loves me or is faking!!! Poor meeeeee, what a difficult situation *I* am in!"

All this to say: it's an excellent story and excellent writing and excellent characterization! Granted, it makes a lot of us be Gersha haters who side eye our Tilrey's man long after they get back together like an overprotective bestie... but still 😂 It makes for SO much interesting thinking about this world 🙌

P.S. The tragic thing is, the original, sweet, pre-captured Tilrey wasn't the person people like them might've assumed someone like him was - he wasn't a full-of-himself hot guy. He *was* actually a shy, smart, thoughtful, caring, loyal person who might have actually connected with them. But the guy they've met has had a lot of choices and self-belief taken away from him, and that gives these insecure folks their courage. Yuck.

Oof, that last paragraph makes me think about how tragic it is that so many people project their own desires and fears onto Tilrey. Upstarts want him because he looks like the stereotypical high-named golden boy, but they can control him and use him as an outlet for their rage or lust or whatever they feel for their peers. Verán treats him like a captive extension of Malsha. Besha looks at his height and strength and sees all the bullies who used to torment him. So does Gersha, to an extent. Vera sees all the boys who rejected her. Even when Vera and Gersha claim to know and understand and appreciate him, they’re still responding to this image in their head.

He really is like a celebrity that way! I’m fascinated by how we take beautiful people—who are often damaged and abused by their creative industries—and turn them into icons by projecting our own needs onto them.

You describe so well how Vera and Gersha refuse to acknowledge they have power. They can’t get to Step 1 of being a real ally because they can’t stop making it all about them (though they do learn better eventually, Vera mostly off-page). I just learned today about “vulnerable narcissism” (narcissists who have low self-esteem because they define success as becoming the main character and dominating others), and that’s these two in a nutshell.

[wily-one24]

The easy one to ask for me is Olivia Benson. But in case someone already has or you want a different choice: Amanda Rollins or Alex Cabot.

Time to buy a lotto ticket, because Imma do all three (!!! in my dreams, right?)

OLIVIA BENSON

--> How I feel about this character:

I mean, it's no secret that I love Olivia Benson.

I was speaking to a friend the other day about SVU and how it's lasted a long time. It's not just because the stories are interesting (they are) or even titilating (sexual assault, molestation, murder, they all have the possibility of titilation, but I don't think SVU goes there... not often at any rate... they do a pretty good job of not glorifying the abuse and horror).

A large part is, of course, Olivia Benson. She is the beating heart of SVU.

Olivia is strong, empathetic, fierce, she takes no prisoners, her morals are strong, she is caring and protective, and she will fight like hell for justice, sometimes at great personal cost.

Olivia is the person each of us has needed at one or more points in our lives. Also the person that the majority of us did not get.

Mariska talks about fans sending her letters to tell her how much Olivia has helped them. And it's true.

We have all wanted and needed an Olivia in our lives. And we have all, to some degree, wanted to be Olivia.

She is not perfect, she has her flaws, but they are easily overlooked for all the benefits she brings.

And we have watched her from baby Benson to seasoned Captain. We have grown with her.

She gives us hope.

And that is why we have 25 seasons of SVU.

--> All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Well, Elliot obviously. It's very strange, I don't even really like Elliot that much and during my rewatches by the end of S12 I am just counting down the episodes until he leaves. BUT, he is Olivia's main choice and he makes her happy. So, because I love Olivia, I want her to have what she wants.

Alex. Amanda. Barba. Langan (thought I get why they never went there). Rita a little.

I don't really read much of anything besides EO, but in my little dreams, I think the others would make excellent partners, or at least bedmates.

--> My non romantic OTP for this character:

Just to completely step on my own toes from the previous answer, but...

Barba. I adored their canon relationship, the besties that they were. They adored each other and were there when each needed the other. She needed a strong friendship like that, that wasn't tied to being their boss.

Obviously Noah. She waited so long for that boy. She loves him dearly and he loves her and they deserve all the happiness in the world together.

--> My unpopular opinion about this caracter:

I don't know if I really have one. She's a little too quick to anger and she's always a little too ready to break the law to suit her needs. But these are not opinions.

Perhaps, despite her later claims that she never wanted to be part of the "good ol' boys club" and how she acts distraught at the possibility one of her old interrogations may have been a forced confession... in the early years Olivia is all too ready to look the other way and, in fact, join in when Elliot and even Fin are being overly rough and forceful and breaking about ten different codes of police conduct.

There was one episode I saw recently where Elliot got all up in a step father's face, yelling, red faced, almost spitting out his hatred as he spoke of this man's lust for his daughter that they assumed he'd raped... it was quite heavy handed. And the guy eventually reacts and goes at Elliot. Olivia is instantly cuffing this guy and gleefully arresting him for assaulting a police officer. And like... Olivia Margaret Benson, you litereally just WATCHED Elliot provoke him.

Elliot's violence got results and she was all too ready to excuse him for it.

She never would have grown into the amazing police woman she is had Elliot stayed around. She gave him way too much power in that partnership.

--> One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character:

I want somebody to choose her.

So many of the people she has loved have ended up leaving, because they stayed too long, because they sacrificed their own morals for her, because they broke the law for her, because... because... because... and she even says "I didn't ASK you to" and it makes no difference.

I'm not saying they didn't have good reason to leave. They're adults they can choose.

One thing I have consistently said, is that the show repeats "the average stint in SVU is two years" several times. That is, of course, unless you meet Olivia Benson. Then it becomes your life's purpose. She doesn't see that these people have stayed for her, stayed longer than is healthy, longer than they meant to.... and all because of her. She doesn't see that, she sees them leave.

But just once I wish someone would choose to leave the job and stay with her.

Girl deserves a bit of happiness and stability.

[kangmoon27]

BESTIE'S FATHER | JJK

Pairing: Father Jungkook x Jungkook's daughter's best friend Y/n

Summary: It just happened that you find yourself liking your friends father and fucking him begin your best friend's back.

I can make you feel you the way

No one can, just like how I can make you fell on your knees that no man can.

Looking around the house and sigh after the maid told you, your best friend isn't home right now, you turn around to leave when someone pulled your wrist.

"M-Mr.Jeon" you look at the person who pulled you while you're still shocked, smirk appeared on his lips once he get to hear your voice again, he let go of your hand and gave you a wet kiss on your right cheek while pulling your body closer to him, filling the gap in between your body.

His lips went down to your jaw and kiss you again while whispering in your ears "You don't know how much I missed this scent of yours,baby" his lips went down to your neck again and started sucking it making you moan out of nowhere "And you have no idea how much I miss fucking you in my bed and cumming allover to my cock while I'm inside you" he again whispered and turn to look at you, you bite your lips nervous and in just a sec that nervous lips turn into smirk and pulled him by his neck and connected your lips together.

Jungkook's Bedroom

Soon the two of you reach to his room at the exact place where you both already doing the dirt behind your bestie's back. It's a sin yes but for both of you as long as you're enjoying each other's company there's nothing gonna change even tho you're already feeling guilty doing this behind her daughter's back.

Jungkook Is still married and his wife is off from work and while she's at work you and Jungkook will do the dirt it's neither in your place or in his place right here in the same bed on where he used to fuck his wife before he even meet you.

Yes he's cheating on his wife and lying to his daughter and you can call yourself a homewrecker but you're not the only who ruined their family cause you come in their life while they are already broken.

Right now he's on top of you unbuttoning his shirt while you're pulling him inside hungry kisses as it's been passed two weeks since the last time you did it and meet each other, each one of you is hungry for each other and wanting everything to last long.

His hand landed on your thighs up to your lace pantie and begging to slide it down to rub your clit, you moan into the kiss as soon as you felt his cold fingers on your womanhood, he broke the kiss and smirk at you before going down to your neck and started removing your top revealing your red bra, he unclip it and grabbed your breast on his other hand and suck it without stopping rubbing your clit.

Pulling your head back to the bed as you feel so much pleasure already by the fact that he's just starting, he stop that made you open your eyes and look at him only to find him removing his pants and his boxer and went up to you and remove your skirt and your panties that is already on your knees throwing them away From his sight, licking his bottom lips and stare at your naked body, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed by pulling your feel, he knee down and look at you asking for permission, you simply smile and nod your head and the next thing you know was that his warm touch is already on your clit licking your free cum while his two fingers is inside you moving front and back.

"Ohw-ahhh d-daddy" you keep moaning just like how he wanted while his huge and thick cock is inside your tiny hole, his thrusts were rough and fast as your wall take his hard girth so well, he put your one leg on his shoulder making his every thrusts come deep and hard inside you hitting your walls so we'll that will make you cum in a minute, you both were in pure bliss. The pain the tension and the worry long forgotten as the both of you continue enjoying each other while eyes full of lust.

"F-fuck please, please Jungkook don't stop, pleasee I'm cumming" Listening to your words begging him not to stop he listened to you and continue to make you feel good, he move closer to you and started kissing your passionately while still moving inside you and said. "I aren't planning to stop baby, I'm going to use this cum dumpster of yours because this tight hole belongs to me, that pretty face belongs to me that made you my property" smile appeared on two faces while looking at each other with lust and passion. Soon you broke the eye contact and said "Fuck I'm cumming" he smiled "Then cum baby" he put your nipple in his mouth and waited for you to cum while he keeps on thrusting roughly.

Soon he felt the warm liquid covering his thick cock, he growled making your walls clench at him, his verbal venomous trusts made you roll your eyes back while pulling your head back after cumming for him, he keeps on moving and moving till it's time for him to cum inside you, feeling the warm liquid fill you up he fell on the bed right beside you and take you to his chest while both are trying to catch their breath.

After calming you take a look at him only to see him with his eyes close, he confessed to you that he does love his wife anymore but still you know that there's still a place in his heart that she's in it as she became part of his life and STILL part of his life, you watch him peacefully till soon he asked you as he sense pair of eyes on him. " what is it baby" You sigh and lay down on top of him under the blanket. " just thinking about what will happened to me after my chapter ends from your life being your mistress, just think about it, if the chapter of your story that I am in it will I have my own story by then?". He sigh listen to your words, he finally open his eyes and look at you, his both hand run down to your waist and peck your lips before saying.

"I already told you, I don't love her anymore and if we're talking about chapter in each other's story ours is just starting and my chapter with has come to the end and it's for you to begin yours in mine okay, I wanna marry someday Y/n" You gave him a warm smile before nodding your head and close your eyes

"This is the reason why I fell for him, he always choose me and make me feel the love that I haven't received from any man that passes my life not even my father

But still it's a sin being with a married man who's also your bestie's Father and you let yourself be selfish for the man who's not really yours is a sin but he choose you, he picked you, he loves you and for that you're willing to do everything just to keep him and be loved by him that you will do the same"

[bbyquokka]

ok so bestie i have thots about your man... sungie shaking and whimpering underneath reader as their fingers massages his prostate, their free hand traces over his body and cock making him lose his mind as he just needs to be as close as he can to them and i- just yeah *groans weakly* goodbye

BESTIE. IM SO EXCITED FOR HIS. MY HEART IS GONNA BURST AND I HAVE BUTTERFLIES IN MY BELLY, PLUS YOU CALLED HIM ‘MY MAN’ ANXJJWNEIS *dead* 🥴😶‍🌫️ i many have gone a lil ott with this, ops

SMUT UNDER CUT – MDNI

warnings: anal fingering, sub!jisung, dom!reader, gn!reader, slight handjob, dirty talk, slight nipple play, sub-space jisung (?)

“p-please... ” jisung trembles beneath you, his lips parted as heavy pants leave his lips. his gaze fixated on you, eyelids hooded. his eyes glassy with lust and need, silently begging for so much more than you're giving him.

you ignore his silent begs. why? because it's more fun.

his back flush against a mattress, a mattress that doesn't belong to him nor you. his jeans and underwear in a pile on the floor, his dress shirt open showing off his milky skin and perky nipples.

the sounds of your fingers behind driven in and out of his puckered and wet hole ringing in your ears as his moans and begs sets your nerve endings on fire.

“you're so cute, sungie. can you hear that?” you pause, the sounds of his wet hole making him feel embarrassed as he flushes a bright red. “that's how you sound for me, i love it sungie, i love it so much!”

“i want more. please y/n, please give me more.” his bottom lip trembles, back arching as tears spill from the corner of his eyes as you hit his prostate with your fingers.

“what more could you possibly want, darling?” you coo, your free hand roaming his hot, milky skin. your fingertips brush against his perky and swollen nipples, making him whimper. you take the swollen nub between your fingers, rolling and tugging on it.

“you. i need you... oh gosh, please!” broken sobs escape his lips.

“shh sungie.” you chuckle softly “don't want the others hearing you now do we?” you pause. “however, imagine if Changbin walked in, or Seungmin. Oh! how about Minho.”

Jisung's eyes widen at the thought of his closest friend walking in on you two doing something so sinful. to have Minho walk in to see jisung in such a compromising position, your fingers curled deep inside his greedy hole, fucking him into oblivion.

you feel his hole clench around your fingers, a low chuckle emitting from your throat.

“you'd like that, wouldn't you sungie? to have your closest friend seeing you like this. not only are we doing this in his home, but on his bed as well. you're so lewd and dirty, sungie.”

“i–”

“are you my dirty boy? do you like having your greedy hole fingered in someone else's home?” your fingers gently brush up and down his length, lightly tracing his veins. he whimpers, cock twitching from your feather like touch.

“yes. i-im your dirty boy.” he whimpers, pre-cum seeping from the slit of his angry cockhead.

“does it excite you even more knowing that someone could walk in on us at any minute?”

“yes.” he answers with no hesitation, his swollen bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“would you want said person to join in with us?” you smirking, already knowing his answer. as expected, he nods. “of course you do. because you're a greedy boy who wants nothing more than to have his tight hole stuff full.”

“y/n! please, i-i can't.... i need you so so bad! please, I'll do anything!” broken sobs escape his lips, a sigh of relief as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, slowly pumping him in time with the thrust of your fingers.

his body becomes overwhelmed with pleasure, nerve endings on fire. nothing but broken sobs and whimpers leaving his lips, your name being mixed in. his head turning foggy, body limp from the overwhelming pleasure he feels. dizzy and high on lust and adrenaline - you're the only thing he's able to focus on

“my beautiful, needy Sungie. I'm going to make a mess out of you.”

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[leffee]

I've been thinking about those deadly sins poll you did awhile back and I decided to put my two cents into who I would say is each sin

Pride - Russell - my interpretation of him is that while he is very prideful in his organization skills, he does tend to be a know-it-all and even flat out condescending, which annoys the others to no end. He also likes being the "leader" of the group and being the one everyone turns to, if someone is shown to be more organized/smarter than Russell he would definitely feel threatened. But he's not just prideful of what he does, he's also very proud of his friends and tends to brag about them in conversations sometimes "Yeah, my friend is a model AND singer. Why do you ask?" "Oh, you're the parent of that one kid with the magician at his birthday party? Yeah, that's my friend. Pretty impressive stuff, huh?"

Greed - Minka - I mean... yeah. Have you seen how she is with shiny stuff? I kind of have nothing to add here tbh :/

Lust - Zoe - I think some people missed the assignment of that poll. Guys, she gets heart eyes at some unfortunate guy that crossed paths with her and now she declares that they're soul mates, she is literally MADE for lust :(

Gluttony - Penny - ehhhhhh I really didn't want to put Penny for gluttony but I kinda had no choice. Gluttony doesn't really fit her, but it doesn't really fit any of the other pets either. It just feels... fatphobic to place the chubby one as gluttony. I'm sorry girl 😔

Envy - Pepper - >:) hehehehe. Pepper just screams envy to me. And she has been canonically jealous in the show. It's something, okay??? And I headcanon that she has a MAJOR problem with comparing herself to others. Why can't she be as smart as Russell, as attractive as Sunil and Zoe, as kind as Vinnie and Penny, or as creative as Minka. She'd be lucky if Mitzi and Clement even look her in the eye, they could turn around and date any of her friends, and she wouldn't even even blame them. Every person she comes across, she always finds some way to compare herself to them. Why wouldn't she? Literally every single person in the goddam universe is better than her in some way while Pepper is a selfish asshole that no one wants to look at for more than two seconds

Wrath - Vinnie - Anger issues for the king. I think that during one of his outbursts, he ended up accidentally hurting one of his friends. And he has never forgiven himself, no matter how many times his friends assure him it's fine and nothing a little rest can't fix. And Vinnie brings the person he hurt all kinds of gifts, their favorite things, favorite food, etc. It legitimately scares Vinnie because his outbursts are uncontrollable, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he hurt someone again, or worse

Sloth - Sunil - sorry bestie this is all I had left, although it kinda fits since he was in a very sleepy mood when his best friend was missing :/

Oh yaaay, thanks :D.

Yes, I absolutely think some people missed the assignment on that pride poll but oh well. There's always the chance they didn't, I guess. Still, Zoe is absolutely the most obvious to me, lust all the way, cause come on. Everyone up to Penny I gave the same reasoning pretty much so yeah, I agree.

My other conclusion is that you and I just really like when characters are envious of other cause angst material so naturally we want to give it to our favourites xD. I'll be honest though, I don't know if Vinnie was envious once caononically, Pepper though was. Part of me thinks maybe they didn't give that to him cause "haha, stupid and has no emotional range" but I might be very much wrong. Still, I agree with wrath as well. The man is Satan himself. And no, I don't know Helluva Boss lore, I just know bible lore :].

And let me talk about the gluttony one, I mean, none of the sins really 100% match anyone cause you know, they're from children's show, it's not like they ever did anything that wrong really. Gluttony means overindulgence in food and drinks, as in you consume those when others need them more but you take it all for yourself. Penny never did that of course but like, they've never been in a situation like that. Still, she's the one whose thing is eating a lot, so she naturally fits the best even if she doesn't exactly fit on her own.

And another conclusion is that sloth is just assigned at random to whoever is left cause it just fits nobody lol which I agree with btw. Like, someone has to have it, but no one really fits. Some fit better, some fit worse, but no one really fits. And yeah, Sunil might have been sleepy when his literal besite went missing, but let's be honest, no one did much to find him :/ (still salty). Plus, I'm sure if you tried hard enough you could find at least one moment for each of them when they could be considered lazy cause that's just something all people or in this case pets do.

Next time we're voting who has the sluttiest waist btw.

[andsheoverthinks]

this is a weird post but i get why a lot of lesbians on here think most straight women are just socially influenced to be attracted to men and like aren't Really.

because sometimes i hear other straight women say stuff like 'i'm attracted to men but i hate how their bodies look, like men look good wearing suits (jacket shirt slacks tie) but i hate hate how they look shirtless or wearing really tight clothes' or worse yet 'i like dad bods uwu men with abs/any muscle definition are unappealing' and that weirds me out. like i'm not saying that it's realistic for every guy to have v-cut abs or whatever they're called but the fact you're 'attracted to men' and can't even appreciate the Literal Standard of Male Attractiveness -- weird. the beauty standard for men has been the same for all of human history and is pretty achievable with good diet and exercise so it's weird to be put off by it in favor of a slob with a beer gut. bestie, either you're brainwashed or you don't really like men you're just forcing yourself.

i think it's just purity culture/men not wanting to be perceived because i mentioned to my dad recently that men should wear more slutty cutouts (we were watching Next in Fashion) and girlfriend fit (tight pants) he looked at me like i had grown a second head and was like 'men wouldn't wear that, there wouldn't be a market for it' (which is true but still) and then went on to explain how a really great Saville Row custom suit is tailored to make a man look sexy in a classy way (snatched waist and big shoulders like Captain America) but i think he missed my point. a really well-cut suit is flattering but it's not slutty. it doesn't say 'i want to be perceived.' there's no desperation in a suit.

and then i came across this IG reel video where a women was saying that if men have Hooters we should have a gender-swapped version called Peckers. the women in the comments were speculating about what the men should wear as the restaurant uniform (in Hooters the servers wear skintight tank tops and hot pants/booty shorts) and one woman suggested crop tops and a mini skirt and other women were agreeing with her and gleefully suggesting other skimpy outfits until some blowhard dude took it as a personal offense and was like 'REAL MASCULINE men wouldn't lower themselves by wearing such clothing, you want gays waaaaa' (homophobic much?).

a lot of women are just people pleasers and know men would rather want to hear 'men look best in suits' (because businessmen wear suits and it shows power or whatever, like the 80s power suits women wore to show Dominance in the Workplace with the big shoulder pads) than 'men look best if they take care of their bodies and wear sexualizing/skimpy clothes like booty shorts' (because they see being Perceived as feminizing and therefore bad). like. i used to actively feel guilty for sexualizing men (idc anymore).

it's just Female Socialization to be afraid of being perceived as shallow. women are told from childhood not to prioritize looks in a partner, but we're still Homo sapiens after all and despite the brainwashing and when women are asked in an anonymous survey to rank the most important things in a partner, guess what's #1: Looks. women's sexuality has been so hijacked by selfish men that 'female sexuality' is about women dressing slutty, not women lusting after men or other women dressing slutty.

[munsonology]

Alright Sav I just gotta tell you

Because truthfully you have the best anons and I want to be a good anon but also cause I know YOU in particular will enjoy this lil story

So this guy im talking to, ya know putting on the moves to, batting my lashes and shit. Hes a lil shy. A sweetheart truly. Blushing and all. Every time we've talked and been one on one he has been this way, but he can be a lil more outspoken in group dynamics. But he's sweet.And im like I am gonna get this man. I am gonna ride him into the sunset, fuck the horse.

We stsrt kissing. Im not even sure how or what happened cause I was in charge, I am like 75% dom but he switched up on me from being a blushing flustered mess to being a cocky in charge SOB and he pushed me into that 25% subspace so quick. Which was HOT. He also constantly checked in, and not in a self conscious nervous "am I doing good?" Way but a "I know I'm rocking you're world, but you doing ok? Still green? Cool cool". Like, bare minimum, but he ensured consent and checked in AS ANY PARTNER SHOULD

And then I came. Which was amazing cause I never come that quickly. And then to skip the boring bits (definitely not boring but im just too lazy and fucked out thinking about this to type it) he starts hitting that spot. Im seeing stars, gasping. I can tell im about to come, which lucky if I do once causs some men are all talk and no game. All he says is "be a good girl and come for me" and it hit. My head is fuzzy and bitch I am floating. I heard him say something and I have 0 clue what, I still don't. Cause I come to and look at him and his face is one of shock and lust and I looked down and bitch!!! I squirted!! It was like I was a super soaker, just sprayed him. Never done that before and idk if I ever will again but i

OH MY GOD BESTIE!!!!! First thank you for sharing 💕 I’m so happy y’all feel comfortable with me to share y’all’s many adventures :)

I love you and my anons so much! They’re the sweetest and horniest folks on the internet and we just get each other, it’s so delightful!

And I’m LIVING for this this guy you’re seeing. He sounds like an ambivert like me (but I heavily lean introvert depending on the situation). He sounds so cute and cuddly but that switch tho!!!! This is literally what I talk about switch!eddie doing to fem reader 😭 in the middle of play and he just doms and throws you on your back and fucks you stupid, eats your 🐱 until you give in to all his demands!!!!

The gasp I screamed in my head when you said super soaker 🥵🥵🥵 like he wasn’t even trying and you’re Niagara Falls

Tumblr won’t let me post my peppa pig scream so here’s this rando guy and mother monster!

Now every time y’all are together he’s gonna try to make you squirt I just know it in my filthy soul 😭😭😭😭

[nsfwmiamiart]

Incoming Text for @zoesaldana and @rosariodawson :

Hey Zoe & Rosario!

Don't be depressed; it's just a chess game. You win some, you lose some. You don't have to cry about it. If you lost the chess game, just accept it; there's no reason to cry.

I know I break your hearts when I'm being mean to you, but this is what espionage is all about. We break each other's hearts countless times, but we still respect each other.

I know you respect me. I'm just being a douche. Don't listen to my rants; some of the things I say are true, and some of them are just going overboard. You know how it is.

Don't cry. I know being a femme fatale isn't easy when you have an alien like me exposing your crimes before they even occur. I know I make it difficult for you.

Have you seen the TV series "Big Love"? It's about a man with three wives. You should take a look; it's a very interesting TV show. Here is the wiki page click the link: Big Love.

Not gonna lie, I would love to fuck you both, my dream threesome, but the way my trust issues are set up, I don't want to die, and I know you will set me up, so I keep it moving.

I know you both want to ride this d**k too. I feel your pain. Just make sure you don't stalk the women in my life and don't hurt them. Keep your jealousies in check, ladies. Can you do me that favor?

If either of you ever feel horny, don't hesitate to call my girl @kendralust. She will satisfy you both. She is a pro; she knows what she's doin'.

I'm in love with Kendra Lust, so please don't hurt her. Be nice to her. She is a sex machine, MY sex machine.

"MY" means my property. No one loves Kendra more than me. Any man out there is a liar. Kendra knows I'm the love of her life.

You can ask Kendra who owns her heart. She will say: "Angelo-the-alien has my heart. I just fuck with these other guys."

Kendra will grow old with me. We will have so much fun together.

Kendra be like: "This heart is all yours, daddy."

Angelo says: "She tells me that it's mine. I tell her to stop lying. She says, 'It's all yours, daddy.' It's a Weezy quote."

No woman has pleased me in bed like Kendra. She is the best I ever had, and I keep on coming back for more. It's been two decades now.

The love of her life is Angelo. Tell Kendra I said that.

Tell Kendra that I challenge any man out there to prove to her that they love her more than me. I can guarantee that no man loves Kendra more than me. I will wait to see who loves her more than me. They don't love her; they're all liars.

Angelo be like: "Honey, I'm home. Is dinner ready?" (Dinner means her coochie.)

All these women think they can do it better than Kendra in bed. No woman can do it better than her. She's a pro; that's why I love her.

Rosario and Zoe will become besties with Kendra now.

I love you, Kendra. I don't care about your porn movies. When you are at home, you're mine.

The world will end soon, and I don't care what people think about my favorite girl in the world, Kendra.

Hey, Rosario and Zoe, you know I care about you even though you have stabbed me in the back countless times, but I forgive your betrayals. I'm not a backstabber like you two.

I hope you stop worrying and stop crying. It is not my intention to make you cry. We argue, we fight; it's what spies do.

Your virtual friend and sometimes whistleblower,

Angelo.

P.S.:

Do you remember this couple? Well, we are at it again for real this time.

Mr. & Mrs. Smith.