#boba spitting something

[ashclouds366]

growing up really is realizing that you can like and dislike whatever you want. genuinely cringe IS dead. we killed it. go forth

[itzpookiepooh]

Love Bites

Your love language is biting

Let’s get one thing straight he loves you but you got to stop the biting. Before you go to work, before dinner, before bed. He’s losing it here. He was just trying to kiss you goodbye before he went to work. He hugged you and you bit his arm, not hard of course never hard. It was just enough a love bite.

You were laying down indulging in a video game on your phone before bed when Zayne got out the shower. The smell of his soap activating that itch you had. He slides into bed before slowly taking your phone, pulling you from your engrossed gaming. He just wants some of your attention before bed. He holds you close and you let him until you got a whiff of his soap smelling skin. He smelled so delicious so you just took a bite right on his pectoral.

“What is with you and biting lately?” He questions, taken back by your sharp teeth. You shrug hugging him tighter.

“I just love you.” You sigh in content, he shakes his head tiredly. “Please find another way to express your emotions.”

Please don’t get him started, okay? He enjoys you biting him. He thinks of it as you marking your territory. He looks good in his colonel uniform? Bite. He does his hair differently? Bite. His ass looks fatter than usual? Bite. It was never ending and he didn’t mind until today.

You got cuteness aggression and bit him too hard. You couldn’t help it! It was his fault for buying a new outfit and changing his hair! It started off with sweet kisses until it felt like it wasn’t enough. Then you bit him right on his cheek. He yelped and just stared at you like you lost every piece of your mind.

“Don’t bite me so hard pips.” He whined rubbing his cheek but you couldn’t help it. He was just too cute!

“Sorry I couldn’t help it.” You mumbled kissing the spot you bit before biting him once more.

“PIPSQUEAK!”

He’s so close to spitting bubbles at you. He was getting dressed for his art exhibit tonight. He wanted to sell his paintings and go home. You couldn’t get enough of how good he looked as you watched from behind the door. He could sense you a mile away. His eyes shifted towards the door holding his stare. You dashed towards him making him dodge you and dash out of the room.

He jumps over the jars of paint trying to avoid you. He’s begging you to stop chasing him. You catch him around a corner and tackle him down and Rafayel being as dramatic as he is, screams. He’s thrashing but thanks to all the training you do at work, you were just as strong. He swallowed nervously as he watched you smile at him.

“You look so biteable today.” You smile mischievously at him. He wanted to pray to someone, anyone who would listen! He didn’t want to be bit!

“Have I ever told you that you look so beautiful when you…don’t bite me?” He tries to shrink away as you move closer.

“No but too bad that wouldn’t stop me anyway.” You tell him as you bite his arm making him help for help. Sadly for him he’s the only one who lives on this beach.

Oh he bites back. He doesn’t care that you bite him he sees you as a kitten anyway. It doesn’t hurt him in the slightest. He gets the same cuteness aggression that you do it’s just up to whoever gets to who first. You just got him last night when he came back from business. Something about him loosening his tie did it for you.

You were getting ready to do some undercover work. You left the bathroom fully dressed and just adding your earrings only to see him lying on the bed. You froze hands on earring as he just stares at you. His eyes the size of boba but neither of you move. Maybe if you don’t move he won’t see you. Wrong.

One try of locking him out the bathroom later and you’re between his legs on the edge of the bed as he showers you in kisses. Occasionally he’d sniff you to get a whiff of that floral perfume you had on. He couldn’t get enough it was like he was charging up. What could you do other than let him?

“You smell so good…and look divine.” He mumbles into your neck. You knew it was coming. “Sylus don’t you dare—“ Before you could finish that sentence he bit your cheek causing you to yelp. It was only payback.

He was snuggled on your stomach holding you tight. You guys were watching a movie when he began dozing off. He looked so freaking cute and puffy you couldn’t help yourself. You bent down to softly bite his cheek which just caused his eyes to open. He side eyed you, blinking three times.

“What are you doing?” He asked while you were still in position. You didn’t move, you were frozen. You didn’t care for being in trouble either.

“Biting.” You answer through your teeth. You kept nibbling on his cheek which ended up putting him back to sleep somehow.

The link is the funniest part I fear

I got too excited and wanted to show you guys this one 😔

[miaoua3]

Ghost of Your Dreams

Pairing: bf!scoups x f!reader

Genre: smut (MDNI), size kink, no protection (don’t be silly wrap the willy), dom!scoups, spanking, choking, spitting, degradation(slight), praise, cosplay! ghost

Description: all it took was one comment of your and here he was, embarrassed and shy but ready to commit to the fullest in order for him to fulfil your fantasy

Note: everyone went berserk last year when i posted on my tiktok as what characters id like to see svt as for halloween and put coups as ghost from cod so naturally i had to bring even more chaos and write a whole fanfic about it…enjoy hehe (post writing edit of the notes: i passionately hate this my bad guys i suck so bad. and again, not proof read so…yeah lmao)

you knew what you were getting into the very minute you first stepped a foot into your boyfriend’s s home and saw a whole professional pc set-up, with headphones and the kind of keyboard that lights up in rainbow light every time you press any key on it. you knew what to expect from him-late night gaming sessions between him and his friends, him yelling whenever he got annoyed, and a whole lot of cursing.

these are just some of the things you knew to expect.

cheol, on the other hand, never even thought what kind of an effect his hobby could have on you. he knew you would be supportive, and that you would probably use his gaming time to do and practice your own hobbies.

but now, several years into the relationship, he never even expected for you to take any special interest in his hobby, never mind for you to make such an…out-of-character comment like you did two weeks ago.

he was just starting a new game, concentrating on the plot and character dialogue so he knew what to do, when he felt you approach him from behind, carefully watching the screen right beside him.

after a few seconds, cheol sees your pretty pointer finger point at one of the characters from the screen and hears your sweet voice ask “who is that?”

cheol looks up at you with his pretty and big boba eyes, a bit of confusion visible in the way his eyebrows furrow.

“his name is simon riley, but they call him ‘ghost’.”

you only hum in response, tilting your head to the side as you carefully watch the character move around the screen. after a few seconds, you deliver a comment that will forever change seungcheol and who he is as a person.

“he’s hot.”

cheol looks at you, both in confusion and in offence, totally blindsided by the two words that have just left your mouth.

“what- why? how? you can’t even see his face because of the mask. plus, you have a boyfriend, miss. how dare you find another man other than me attractive?”

you finally look at the boyfriend in question, only to see his big cherry lips set in pout, making you smile in amusement. you bend down to hug him around his neck, softly kissing his cheek to comfort him. after you see the corner of his mouth twitch in weakness, you answer his questions.

“i don’t know, something about him is attractive, maybe the way he carries himself and the mysteriousness because of the whole mask thing.”, you muse as you go back to watching ghost on the screen.

cheol does the same, the pout still present as he looks at his favourite character, now with a bit of disdain due to your newfound attraction to him.

after a few seconds of silence, you chuckle before you add another comment that will play a big part in both your futures.

“plus, he kind of reminds me of you, baby. with all the dominance, confidence and that deep voice.”, letting another chuckle, you look him directly in the eyes, you faces only inches apart so he can see your eyes clearly as you add “who knows, maybe you should cosplay him sometime. i know i would love to see that.”

you smile at him before you let a brief kiss land on his lips before you part your body away from his and go back to laying on the bed.

you may have said it in the joking manner, but cheol knew. he saw that look in your eyes, the way your pupils were dilated, the way your smile hid something a bit darker, a bit more sinister in the corners of your lips.

he knew that you weren’t joking.

so here he is, two weeks later, on a saturday night, in the full cosplay, waiting for you to get back from work, his blushing and red face hidden behind the balaclava and mask.

he fondles with all the little belts around his body, namely his waist, chest and thighs. a bit uncomfortable, but nothing cheol couldn’t handle.

hey, anything for love, right?

cheol looks around the apartment as if it will give him an answer as to what he should do, what the plan to surprising you is, but to no avail. the nervousness and sort of excitement is getting more and more unbearable the closer your arrival is getting.

finally, he settles on hiding in the bathroom, knowing that your first move will be to check your shared bedroom to see if he’s there, making the bathroom the perfect place to hide, as it is directly across the bedroom and he can then quietly sneak up behind you.

just like he planned, cheol skilfully hides behind the bathroom door, leaving the light off and the door slightly open as to make you think he isn’t inside. he stills his movements the moment he hears the keys jingling behind the entrance door before the door click open.

you drop your keys into the little dish beside the door before hanging your bag and coat on the hanger right beside it. he hears you sigh deeply, probably meaning that you have had a long day and that you need some relaxation.

perfect.

after you take your shoes off, he hears you still for a moment, carefully listening to the sounds in your own home. after a second, he hears you call out “cheol? are you there? i’m home!”

but to no avail. because he doesn’t answer.

right in that moment, cheol's belief that he knows you better than anyone else was solidified.

because just like he predicted, he hears you take a few steps before you lightly open the door of your bedroom, peaking inside to see if your boyfriend is inside.

showtime.

ever so quietly, cheol moves until he’s standing right behind you, his eyes looking at the top of your head. he just had to smirk at your cluelessness, how you are so cutely looking for him while he’s standing directly behind you.

not being able to resist the temptation, cheol leans in until his covered lips are right by your ear before he utters in his deepest voice possible.

“looking for something, m’love?”

you gasp in shock, eyes wide as you quickly turn towards him, stumbling back so much that if it weren’t for his hand catching your arm, you would’ve fallen right onto your ass.

you gape at his tall and darkly clothed silhouette, being somewhere between shocked and in awe of your beautiful muscle-y boyfriend standing in front of you in a costume you never could’ve imagined seeing him in.

the shock lasts all but 5 seconds before the widest smile he has ever seen on you takes over your features, your pupils blown out, so much so that they appear almost completely black.

with excitement you start word-vomiting “oh my god, i can’t believe you really did this. i think this is the best day of my life. oh my god, are you gonna spank me and say that i’ve been a bad girl? or maybe-“

something about the way you look little too excited, like a kid on a christmas morning that can’t wait to open their presents, the way you smiled so wide, maybe even too widely. like cheol just walked right into your trap.

it rubbed him the wrong way, blood boiling slightly.

although that just might be the multiple layers of clothes that he’s wearing.

oh well.

wasting no time, seungcheol suddenly grabs you by your neck and pulls you towards him, making whatever words you wanted to say die on your tongue and a gasp slip out instead.

the moment your body collides with his, he uses his big and broad body to push you against the wall by your bedroom door, harshly.

your body slams against the cold white wall, and cheol has the oh shit- thought for all of half second that he might’ve pushed you too hard and that he might’ve hurt you.

that is before he hears you moan loudly at the action, throwing your head back.

little masochist.

cheol then immediately comes closer to you, crowding your space so much, until the only thing left to focus on is the mask that covers his face. his chest pushes into yours, making it that harder to breathe, and his knee finds its home right between your legs, pushing upwards until he can feel the warmth between your legs on his thigh.

your beautiful and cute eyes are already teary as you look upwards at him, desperation forming on your waterline in the form of tears.

you don’t have to see it to know that cheol is smirking at the effect he has on you, smugness dripping in his voice as he says.

“what do we have here, hm? your pussy already desperate for me, baby? but we haven’t even started.” he pauses for a second to press his covered forehead against yours before he continues “is this all it took to reduce you to what you really are? a desperate, cock-hungry little bitch? so hungry for my cock hm? can’t even wait for it to enter that little pussy of yours, already rubbing yourself on me.”

it is only when his glove-clothed hand suddenly runs over your front, right where your pussy is desperately rubbing on his thigh, that you even notice what you’ve unconsciously started doing, his fingertips digging until he finds the slit of your pussy lips, pressing hard until he reaches your clit, despite two layers of clothes being in his way.

you moan at the contact, hands grabbing at his wrist, somewhere between pushing his hand away and closer to where you need him the most.

seungcheol won’t let you have any control tonight, he wants you to completely surrender to him, to let him use you and move you however he wants, to just accept whatever he gives you with a fucked out smile on your face.

hence why he grabs both your hands into his before slamming them onto the wall above your head, quickly switching his hold onto your wrists.

with a purposefully made angry face, he looks into your teary eyes. something dark and far more sinister than he thought he could ever feel awakens inside of him, the feeling of giddiness overcoming him as he watches your eyelashes get wet by the tears gathering in your eyes, neediness and desperation swimming in them.

with a deep voice overflowing with warning, he says “no touching tonight, are we clear pretty girl? you are at my mercy tonight. everything i want to give you…”, he pause for a few seconds so he can remove the skull mask from his face and reveal the identical balaclava beneath it, before he pushes his face closer until his cloth-covered nose meets your own and continues “…you will take like a good girl i know you are. understood?”

you watch his dark eyes, purposefully covered in black paint, as you process his words. your mouth are agape, shaky breaths leaving the opening until the sound hits cheol’s ears. his free hand that isn’t holding your wrists comes to hold your cheek gently, a touch of love to show you that this isn’t real, that this is just a bit of a fun game to both of you, that he still loves you despite his harsh words.

with wide eyes, you slowly nod your head to his demand, showing him that you understand.

contrary to his tone just a few seconds ago, cheol gently whispers in the little space between you two “use your words baby, i need to hear you say ‘yes’ before we continue.”

you heart squeezes in love that you have for this man. the fact that he basically interrupted his own fantasy in the name of having you consent to him with your own words makes you love him that much more. sure, it may be the bare minimum to the rest of the world, but to you, who never experienced such gentle love by the previous partners? it means the whole world.

with hoarse voice, you whisper “yes. i understand.”

cheol looks at your eyes for a second, looking for doubt and fear, only to find excitement and trust instead. nodding his head, he pushes his balaclava until his lips are freed, and using the newfound freedom to lay a gentle and light kiss to your mouth, letting them linger just for a second before he pushes the balaclava back in place, now fully ready to push you to the point of tears of pleasure.

within a second, that old flame of desire returns to his eyes. for a second you could’ve sworn that his eyes had a tinge of redness in them, almost like they were literally set on fire.

his hand slowly but firmly wraps around your neck, the leather material making the squeaky sound as he repositions his hand so his fingers are only squeezing the sides of your slender neck. the last bit of air leaves your lungs as cheol squeezes your neck, making you feel lightheaded within seconds.

your boyfriend uses your distraction and hazy mind to just observe you-the way your eyes flutter shut and how tears gather at your water line, how your hands try to grasp onto something to no avail because he’s holding the hostage above your head, how your mouth can’t decide if you want to bite your lip and keep the gasps and moans from escaping or opening them as wide as possible and letting all those pretty sounds flow like a river straight out.

he watches how your hair is already messy, a complete opposite to how you usually style it for work. then to how your pretty neck bobs in an effort to take in more air. the way his black leather glove wraps prettily around it.

his eyes fall onto your chest, and the way your button up shirt gives him a peak of your cleavage, as well as the necklace with his initials engraved on the back of the pendant hanging from the chain. the way your chest raise and fall at rapid speed, the way your tits move with every exhale.

his pupils follow the curvature of your waist, and the way your pants hug your hips-the hips he loves to hold, grab, squeeze and use as his anchor while he’s fucking you from behind.

lastly, cheol observes the movement of your hips, how you slowly roll your hips in slow and small circles on his leg that is pushed between your legs in an effort to relieve the uncomfortable tingle on your clit, the warmth from between your legs making his mouth water in need to taste you, in need to have your tight pussy wrap around his cock.

fuck, he needs to fuck you. right now.

his head drops beside yours, a groan hitting the shell of your ear before he demands “take your pants off, need to have that needy pussy around my cock right now.”

no sooner than when his hand lets go of your hands that were hanging above your head that you immediately got to work, unzipping your pants and missing the zipper a few times. the minute it was unzipped enough, you pulled your pants down, along with your panties, before you kicked them to the side.

while you were preoccupied by taking your pants off, cheol did the same to his. well, he couldn’t really take them off due to insane amount of tiny belts hugging his big thighs. instead, he just unzipped them and pulled them down just enough to free his aching cock from his boxers, precum leaking from the tip the moment it bounces upon being taken out.

your eyes immediately get drawn to the sight, how big he looks, the tip the slight pinkish colour due to lack of stimulation.

but it’s not just his dick-cheol as a whole, right at this moment, looks like something straight out of your wet dreams, like a desire or a kink you can’t talk about, keeping it locked inside a box instead, hidden deeply inside your closet.

the black balaclava with the skull printed on it hugging his head and currently hiding his beautiful face, the black turtleneck that is covered with the fake black military vest, with tons of tiny pockets. the way his big biceps bulge out, protruding even with the longs sleeves trying to keep them hidden.

the black leather gloves that are trying to keep his pants below his cock, kind of frustratedly fumbling with the material because it’s not obeying to his orders. the black pants that hug his legs, the black boots-simply everything.

it makes your whole body feel hot, so hot like somebody poured hot lava all over it.

fuck, i need to suck him off dry right. now.

just as cheol was about to grab you, you let your knees drop, kind of painfully hitting the floor, and as gently as possible due to the hunger grabbing his dick.

cheol confusedly looks down at you, mouth open to say “wha-“ but gets cut off with a moan the moment your warm mouth wraps around his cock.

normally, you would go slow, paying attention to his tip for a minute or so before trying to swallow his whole length.

normally. but not now.

the moment you open your mouth and lean in towards his dick, you start bobbing your head up and down his cock, you hand working on the base that you can’t reach with your mouth just yet. you other hand pulls on his pants, trying to keep them in place while you suck his length.

feeling overwhelmed by your sudden actions, cheol gasps a moan and slams a hand onto the wall to keep him balanced, knees buckling due to the sheer force of your movements.

your mouth haven’t even been around his dick for a minute and he can already feel his balls ready to burst, breathing deep and looking towards to the ceiling (or the heavens, whichever way you want to interpret it), praying that he doesn’t cum so quickly.

you continue with your movements, tongue wrapping around and licking his cock as you drag your mouth back before you suck his length back in, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

cheol watches you in awe and fascination, the way your eyebrows furrow not in concentration, but due to the neediness to have yourself choking on his big cock, moaning every few seconds in pure enjoyment.

never thought sucking a dick could be so good and so…sexually full filling.

you look up through your eyelashes at your boyfriend. even with the balaclava you can tell that his mouth is opened, letting those beautiful and loud moans flow freely out of them, that his eyebrows are furrowed because he’s trying to contain himself and not fuck your face.

which is exactly what you want.

you pull away, both to let yourself and himself breathe, though you keep the eye contact going.

and cheol sees it. that look in your eyes that is begging him to fuck your mouth.

how could he ever deny his baby anything?

just as you were about to go back to sucking his dick, cheol grabs your hair and pulls you away, and keeps pulling on it, making you move your body with it. he only stops once your whole body is back to leaning against the wall, legs kind of awkwardly bent before you readjust them.

your glossy eyes look up at him, needy and demanding for him to fuck your mouth, now.

tapping your cheek with two fingers, he's only able to rasp out "open your mouth."

your lips fall open without a second thought, poking your tongue out as you wait for him to give it to you hard and fast, just like how you like it.

cheol wishes that he could take a mental picture of you like this-eyes glossy, face littered with sweat and mouth calling his name. this right here, how you like right now.

this is everything cheol has ever dreamt about.

ever so slowly, cheol pushes his pelvis foward, his cock held tightly in his hand as he guides it straight to your mouth. he smears the head a bit on your tongue, letting you taste him yet again, but immediately pulling away once you try closing your mouth around it, a sound of disapprovement escaping his lips. once you look at him confusedly, eyebrows furrowed, he's adds "don't move. let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours like i know you want me to, like a good slut i know you are. just relax and enjoy, hm?"

you nod your head quickly before opening your mouth again, an amused chuckle echoing in cheol’s mouth.

very carefully, cheol pushes his cock back into your mouth. his eyes are fully trained to follow your every move, eyes cloudy with desire as he watches you close your mouth around his girth, pretty eyes looking right back into his. he continues pushing his pelvis until he feels the back of your throat close against the head, pearly precum falling down your throat, before he pulls back.

he continues repeatedly doing this a few times, getting you used to the motion and pace, before he speeds up slightly.

your fists are clenched against your thighs, desperate to touch him but resisting the urge to touch him, to pull him closer until you feel yourself choking on his thick cock. instead, you focus that energy to let all the little sounds that you know cheol definitely loves, your humming and moaning creating vibrations on his length.

cheol moans right back, throwing his head back every so often because it just feels so good. the warmth of your mouth as he rocks his hips, the way you try swirling your tongue around the head, the way you’re looking at him, like he’s the only man ever for you.

it all messes with his head.

naturally, he loses himself in the pleasure, unconsciously speeding up his movement until his cock is repeatedly hitting the back of your throat, choking sounds hitting the shell of his ear every time he pushes his cock back in.

after another few minutes of him fucking your pretty mouth, of him letting little comments like “fuck, just like that pretty girl” and “yeah chock on my cock, just like that”, cheol feels himself being so so close, almost a second away from cumming. and although he would like nothing more to paint your pretty face with his cum, to smear it around, almost like he’s marking his territory, to see tears spill from your eyes and mix with his fluids, he would much rather cum inside of you. now.

harshly, he pulls all the way out, hissing once the cold air meets his wet length, before grabbing your jaw harshly with one hand. using that hold, he quickly picks you up, dragging you up to meet him.

you gasp at the action and the way it cuts your airway off, hands quickly grabbing his forearm as he drags you to your feet.

the moment you are close enough, he pulls his balaclava all the way off and clashes your mouths together, tongue swirling around your own, stealing yet another breath away from you.

just as quickly as he kissed you, he pulls away, lips swollen from both the kiss and biting on his lips while fucking your mouth, eyes dark and cloudy like a stormy night.

you’re still gasping because he still has a hold on your cheeks with one hand, nails digging into your skin in a painful yet delicious way, your own hand squeezing his wrist in indecisiveness, unsure if you want him to squeeze it even more or to let you breathe.

pushing his forehead against your own, you can clearly see him struggling to control himself by the way he’s harshly breathing. in a dangerously low and warning tone, he just says “i’m gonna fuck you so hard, just like you want me to. gonna fuck you like a slut i know you are. gonna make you beg me to let you cum. now jump.” before he bends down and grabs you by your legs, picking you up like you weigh nothing and wrapping your legs around his waist.

your heart jumps to your throat in excitement, everything about this so new and so unfamiliar-the face fucking, the cosplay, the degradation. you previously told him it was something you’d like to try, just to see if you would like it more than when he praises you and worships you, and although you like how every time he called you ‘slut’ a shiver went down your back, his praise and calling you his love and baby while he’s fucking you will always be number one place.

cheol quickly grabs his dick and slaps it a few times against your clit before he pushes it inside of you, gliding much easier due to your arousal. you both moan loudly at the contact, cheols eyebrows furrowing almost like he’s in pain. his eyes focused entirely on how your pussy is swallowing his big cock.

you feel heat on your cheeks at the sound your cunt makes every time cheol pushes back inside you and pulls back, it’s all wet and loud, and it makes you want to hide your face in embarrassment. you can’t remember the last you were this aroused, so much so that the slick was staining cheol’s pants that were still just pushed right under his dick.

in the matter of seconds, cheol starts fucking you hard and fast, your loud moans echoing in the hallway, probably making it a show for the neighbours to hear. head thrown back against the wall, you focus on gripping cheol’s shoulders like your life depends on it.

his hands are harshly gripping your thighs, both to hold you up and keep you in place so you don’t slip due to sheer force of his movements, but also because he adores your thighs-if it were up to him, his face would be permanently squished between them while eating you out, all day, every day.

you can quickly tell that neither of you will last much longer, the long foreplay already getting you close to the finish line. for yourself you can tell by that funny feeling in your tummy and in the quiver of your legs that are wrapped around cheol’s hips. for cheol, you can tell by how his movements have lost the rhythm, only focusing on fucking you as fast as possible, desperate to cum inside of you and make you cum on his dick.

cheol presses his sweaty forehead against your own, his glassy eyes looking directly into your own. despite how dirty this all feels, you can still feel love pouring from his eyes into your own. you feel his adoration for you, you feel that his heart is beating for you and for you only. al of that is enough to make the knot inside of your tummy slowly start to unravel, your pussy squeezing around cheol’s dick stronger than ever before.

at the feeling of you milking him dry, he moans loudly, his movements sloppier than ever, holding out his orgasm and stopping himself from cumming just so you can cum together with him.

“that’s it, baby, cum around me. take it, take what’s yours. lemme feel that pussy-“

the rest of his words don’t register in your brain because cheol lets go one of your thighs so he can rub your clit, thumb pressing harshly into it as he moves it side to side in quick movements, and in a few seconds you are cumming.

cheol moans as he feels you cumming around him, his own finish following your own immediately. he tries to ride your orgasms as long as possible, but then he feels liquid drench his pants, only to see you squirting on him, his brain short-circuiting at the sensation.

he successful holds you up through your orgasms despite his legs shaking like crazy from how hard he has come. using the fact that you are leaning on the wall, cheol pushes you further into it in the name of getting closer to you, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder as he feels the last of your orgasm drenching him, his own dick pulsating almost painfully inside of you.

for a minute or so, you two just stand there, hugging each other as you breathe heavily, trying desperately to regain your vision. you pat his hair slowly, just like how he likes it. cheol, in return, hugs you impossibly close to himself, whispering beautiful nothings into your ear like “good girl” and “i love you so much baby”, just how you like it.

after another moment or so, he finally pulls back, his big brown eyes looking you over to see if everything is good, only to be met with your spent but satisfied expression, eyes unfocused as you try to look back into him.

he uses one hand to slowly move your hair away from your face, grimacing a little at the feeling of sweat that sticks to his hand as he wipes your forehead.

he watches you for a few seconds, eyes so gentle and full of love, he can’t resist kissing you slowly, his lips a bit chapped from continuously biting it, but still somehow so soft.

you close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling of his love, arms lazily wrapped around his shoulders, fingers twirling his hair at the back of his head.

he slowly pulls away, eyes searching your own. once he sees you finally being able to focus on him, the first thing he says to you is

“i love you so much baby.”

and for some reason, probably due to all the adrenaline and because of how gentle he is being, you feel your eyes prickling with tears, quickly hiding your face in his shoulder and hugging him closer than ever, seeking out his comfort.

cheol tries prying a bit worriedly, gently asking things like ‘what’s wrong baby? hm? tell me so i can make it better’ but all you have strength for is to whisper quietly to him “i love you too. so much…bedroom, please.”

cheol gets the hint, quickly pulling out of you so he can carry you to your bedroom so he can cuddle you and take care of you, lips kissing your temple as he kicks the door open and walks to your bed.

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you stir awake, eyes blurry as you try to find your boyfriend.

only to see his side of the bed empty.

you quickly get up in panic, still a bit needy and in need of his touch, looking around with furrowed eyebrows.

only to see the bathroom door open, cheol standing in front of the mirror as he’s trying to take off the black paint from his eye area, softly and quietly cursing at how stubborn the paint is, only smudging around instead of getting off his face.

you immediately stop panicking, observing his half naked form, his soft muscles and little tummy getting all of your attention.

he’s so effortlessly beautiful, it makes you wonder how he is even yours. he’s just standing there, only in his black towel, yet he looks like a god, wet hair falling into his eyes as he’s still trying to take the makeup off, pouting at how unsuccessful he is at getting it off.

slowly, you get out of the bed and walk towards him, arms immediately wrapping around his waist from behind the moment you are close enough to him, nuzzling your face into the soft skin of his back.

he smells fresh, like his body gel. luckily your boyfriend isn’t one of those people who uses 36 in 1 shower gels, instead of opting for the regular one, this time having grabbed the one that smells like…cucumbers maybe? nevertheless, he’s clean and smells great, and you enjoy every second of it.

cheol drops one hand across your own that are rubbing his tummy, still trying to take the paint off.

you watch him across his shoulder, smiling in amusement for a few second before you use your hands to slowly turn him around so he’s facing you.

he immediately starts pouting at you, hands quickly finding your waist under his shirt that is hanging from your frame.

in whiny voice, he starts complaining “it won’t come off baby. what am i supposed to do? i have an important meeting tomorrow morning.”

you smile as you take the cotton pad from his hand and take your own micellar water, dabbing the pad a bit with it before you gently start rubbing his eyes.

you feel his thumbs rubbing slow circles on your hip bones in comfort, enjoying the sensation and his touch to the fullest.

“you need to use a micellar water that has some oil in it as well, so the oil can break off the paint particles. your micellar water isn’t strong enough for it apparently.”

cheol just hums in response, fully taking advantage of you taking care of him, eyes closed in enjoyment.

after a minute or so, you pull your hands away to see if everything has come off successfully, nodding your head as you see his open eyes clear of paint. you tell him that he can wash his face now, but before you can pull away and let him get back to it, cheol uses his hold on your hips to pull you into a hug. his lips immediately find yours, tongue slowly entering your mouth so he can deepen the kiss. you kiss him right back, melting in his arms because of how gently he’s kissing you.

your hands rub his chest as he’s kissing you, his own hands travelling up your back, pulling your (his) shirt with it, cold air greeting your ass that is only in a pair of panties.

slowly pulling away, cheol again looks at you with those eyes, making you feel something catch in your throat at the look he’s giving you.

smiling gently, he bends down a little so he can kiss your forehead, the whole action performed slowly and gently.

pulling away yet again, he smiles again as he uses one hand to cup your cheek, thumb slowly rubbing your skin as he looks at you.

seconds go buy as he just watches you before he lightly says in the little space between you “i am so in love with you. you don’t even know it but you own my whole being. i want to give you the world. i want to spend eternity with you, if you would let me.” he pauses so he can push his forehead against your own. almost inaudibly, he adds “in this world, it’s just you and me, love. i don’t need anybody else as long as i have you.”

and as you kiss him to shut him up before he says something else and makes you cry yet again, you think to yourself.

if only you knew, choi seungcheol. if only you knew.

[bandgie]

Indica

1.1k words

warnings! MDNI18+, fem!reader, oral(fem!rec), high cunninglingus, dealer!han

notes! sorry the pictures are small but PLEASE READ THE TEXT MESSAGES THEY ARE PART OF THE FIC. I haven't written in a while and I just wanted to post something to remind ya'll I am alive.

It’s so slow. So slow when Jisung laps his tongue up and down. In any other instance, you’d press the back of his head deeper into your cunt, but with the gentle buzz of weed drumming in your veins, you settle further into the couch and let him go at his speed.

You laughed when you first got the message, but you weren’t entirely surprised. Jisung was always hitting on you when you bought from him, but his flirtatious attempts were more cute than hot. His fumbling hands and stuttering lips were so adorable to watch. He must have worked up the courage to send a text like that. Or he had already smoked it up.

Not that you care which it is. You agreed immediately, teased him when he showed up blushing and pink, then plopped on the couch to roll a joint.

Everything feels so sensitive when you’re high. Jisung’s soft tongue feels blissful swirling on your clit. It feels so big, so fat, so warm. You’re thankful he’s too stoned to do more than suck and lick. You’d be drooling on the pillows and creaming on the sofa otherwise.

The tip of his tongue plays with your entrance. He barely dips it inside before gliding it up, smoothing over the place where you really need him.

You sigh with contentment, widening your legs so Jisung can scoot closer on his knees and wrap his lips around your clit.

He combines sucking and licking, giving you the perfect excuse to buck your hips and whine. Jisung follows your movements, not letting a second of your pussy escape his mouth.

And when you fall back onto the couch, you comb your fingers through his dark hair. “So good. You’re gonna make me cum.”

His boba eyes shoot to yours. You swear you can see hearts in his pupils. Carefully, he pulls away, letting his tongue stick out so he can get a swipe to your clit and make you jolt.

“Yeah?” He bites his lower lip almost innocently despite your juices on his chin. “I-I got cotton mouth real bad right now. I feel like I’m moving so slow.”

You giggle, playing with his strands tenderly. “A little, but I like it. Your tongue’s so soft.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t stop.” You urge him with a soft tug. It doesn’t take much to have him back between your legs, mouth opening with new vigor. His tongue messily plays with your folds, swooping down to collect your arousal and play with it on your clit.

It feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. Jisung is determined to make you cum, or maybe he sobered up just enough to eat properly. You almost want to tell him to slow down, but every flick has you reeling. Wet arousal keeps oozing out, sliding down your ass, or getting licked up by Jisung.

You put both your hands in his hair, bringing your knees to your face and looking down to watch him eat.

He looks so good. You can see how his tongue swipes over you, how his lips peck and suck, and the way his cheeks hollow. If you focus enough, you can see the stubble shadow of his mustache.

You clench around nothing. 

“F-fuck.” You whine. “Fuck me, please.”

Jisung looks up but keeps his mouth on your pussy. His eyes are red and big, but there’s determination in them.

He shakes his head and pulls off to spit on your cunt. “Nuh-uh. I’m not done.” His saliva runs down your slit, but he latches his tongue back before it slips down your ass. 

Your eyes roll. Your legs shake in the air, but you keep them spread. “B-but I’mma cum.”

Jisung moans. The vibrations feel so strong, but you know it’s just the weed making it feel like that. His ringed fingers grip the underside of your thighs and it takes a second to feel how wet his right hand is.

Ah, he must have been jerking himself off. 

You want to see it, his aching cock with pre-cum that seeps from the tip. Is he thick? Long? Does he have a smaller dick that you could hump on? Your hazy mind tries desperately to come up with how Jisung looks, but his mouth is glued to your pussy in a way that makes you think he’ll never come off.

“I wan’ taste it. Give it to me please and I’ll fuck you. I promise. I promise I’ll fuck you so good.” Jisung begs into your pussy. “On my tongue. I wan’ it on my tongue.”

Oh my God. You’ve never met a more pussy-craved man than him. His skilled tongue and eagerness has that warm feeling bubbling in your stomach. His warm breath aids in the pleasure, keeping your cunt hot all the time.

You don’t have to move his head to get him where you want. Despite eating you out for the first time, it’s like he already knows where you like it. Jisung knows when to swirl his tongue, when to suck on your nub, and how to pin your legs so they don’t clamp on his head like you want to.

“Oh my- yes! Yes, fuck! Pleasepleasepleas-”

One of his hands quickly moves to your cunt and you feel two fingers easily slip in. They squelch with the amount of wetness you’re making, but the crude sound has your eyes rolling back.

His tongue doesn’t stop swirling, his lips don’t stop smacking, and his hand fucks you faster than what you were prepared for. The sweet orgasm coils tighter and tighter until you burst, fighting against his grip to squeeze his head between your thighs.

You plant your feet on the edge of the sofa and lift your hips to hump his face, a moan stuck in your throat as you ride out your orgasm.

Jisung puts his hand on your stomach and forces you back down. His fingers have stilled, but you can’t stop clenching on them. And despite your clear orgasm on his fingers and lips, Jisung doesn’t stop.

Finally, the moan you were holding drawls out. 

“Nghhhh! I came. Hannie- Hannie, I came.” 

He whines, moving from your sensitive clit to your stuffed entrance. “B-but I wan’ taste it. Just lemme clean you up and I’ll fuck you, ‘kay? I promise. I promise.” He digs his tongue inside, using his fingers to keep you spread before getting an answer.

But at this point, you don’t care. Your clit’s throbbing and your cunt’s stuffed. With the weed beginning to fade and your mind coming back, you think it’s time for another hit or two.

[thetxtdevil]

subby kitty taehyun…

s-sub tyun... sub KITTY tyun!!!

nsfw/mdni, fem.reader, jerking that thang, grinding

Your cat hybrid had his own rules. You might be the owner, but there are rules you have to follow to be on Taehyun’s good side. You've had enough experience to know that if you don't pay attention, your cat hybrid will yearn for it instead of giving in only to have him run away.

So, with a deep breath of patience, you lazily scroll through your phone, lounging on your bed and simply ignoring the figure creepily standing in the doorway.

If he wants to come in, he can do so.

Seconds, then minutes go by until the figure gets closer into your room, warm light shining on his body. Cat ears twitching and tail whipping behind him. The room continues to stay quiet. Taehyun doesn't blink once, watching your calm demeanor. He notices your breath quicken just a little bit, but it's nothing to get alarmed by. How can you not get a little excited by the fact that your kitty wants you? His canine pokes through, biting his lip before finally spreading out on the bed next to you.

This time, he doesn't stare at you like a predator, instead, he watches you lovingly. Studying every shape of your face, every time your eyelashes flutter when you blink, how the color of your irises change while looking into the bright screen. He had to admit you were beautiful.

So lost by your presence, he doesn't realize that your hand found its way to his ears. Stroking the soft fur along with Taehyun's soft black hair. Part of him wants to back away, but he lets the burning desire of leaning into your affection take over. He came in here for something he can't point out. So Taehyun relaxes his back against the bed, leading your hand down to his torso. Your soft hand rubs lightly against his curves, flustered at the muscle tone he has and the purr that rumbles from his throat. Eyes drifting to the cat, you see the man's head fall back in contentment.

Pushing your luck, you let your hand get lower. Fingertips traveling down his body until you hit the waistband of the cat's sweatpants. The calming tune of his purr abruptly stops. Cursing yourself, you did too much. "W-what are you doing?" Taehyun's usual smooth, deep tone came out groggy.

Looking over, you thought you were going to be hit with a look of disgust, instead, his boba eyes were bigger than ever. Pointed ears flattened against his head and eyebrows curved up was a sight to see. A sight that made your insides burn. With a careful touch, you slip your hands under his pants, noting the fact that he's been roaming around the house with no underwear.

He bares his fangs as your hand caresses his shaft. Feeling the weight becoming harder, softly, slowly, petting the man's dick. Feeling lucky, you quickly withdraw your hand to get the reaction you were hoping for. Taehyun releases a pitiful whine, jerking his body from the tease. Meeting eyes with his big brown ones, you notice the furrowing of his eyebrows. His body ready to roll out of bed, you quickely cage him, locked to the bed.

The cat could easily fight back, but it was obvious that he wanted you to stop him. "If you weren't so difficult and impatient, you would've seen what I'm trying to do." You spat in his face, the poor kitty pouts yet turned on by how you speak. "Now, are you going to let me continue?"

Taehyun quickly nods his head, cat ears perking up from excitement. Watching your hand come to his mouth, he obliges, letting your digits enter. A smile creeps onto your face, satisfied with your kitten's behavior. Leaning down to place kisses all over his neck, while placing your knee in between his legs, giving the slightest bit of friction. Taehyun's moans were muffled, eyes rolling back at the feeling of you biting into his collarbone.

Finally, you slip your fingers out of the man's mouth, traveling back down south. The hybrid's spit and precum lubricated his dick causing more of his delicious moans and grunts to slip out. You sigh, overwhelmed by the man before you. Melting under your touch, head thrown back, exposing his sharp jawline above his bobbing adam's apple. You couldn't help yourself but to grind against the muscle of his thigh.

Taehyun's eyes widen at the feeling of the warm pussy against his leg. Pupils sharp and dilated, he lifts his head to watch your hand stroking his tip and hip rolling on leg. The hybrid starts to loose himself in pleasure, humping up to match your strokes, becoming a whiney baby, sweat dripping down his forehead, chasing his high. You lean back, using both hands to pleasure the man. Feeling wetter every second you hear his vocal whimpers as your stroke his cock.

Noticing the tightening of Taehyn's abdomen, you speed your actions. A choked gasp escaped his throat, hips stuttering up more and more. Finally, a fountain of his cum squirts onto his belly and your hands. Pointed ears flattened, tail limp, rolling off the bed, Taehyun closes his eyes content.

Flopping back onto your side again after you lick your hand clean. You start to scroll through your phone once more. Like nothing had happened. Taehyun blinks at the ceiling for a moment, wondering why you didn't continue. The video passed by on the screen, he was back to admiring you.

Next thing you know, the cat climbs on top of you. Prominent nose buried deep into your neck. "Let me please you." You take a deep breath, hoping Taehyun's cat sense was too blurred with lust to notice your rising heart rate. "I will let you." You simply say, fingers burying into his hair, moaning as he grinds against your hips.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil

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[changisworld]

Skz biggest kinks & pleasures (maknae line)

18+,MDNI, I’m not putting smut warnings as a surprise for readers but it’s all just smut, don’t read if underage

ONLY CONTENT WARNING ILL GIVE IS ONE OF THE KINKS HAVE PISS!!!

Word count;3,335

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**this is not proofread so sorry for any errors x**

HAN JISUNG: COCK & BALL TORTURE

I genuinely cannot imagine Han having a dominant bone in his body & also cannot ever imagine this guy being 'vanilla' in the SLIGHTEST!! Whenever you guys have sex, he is always shaking, whining & drooling absolutely everywhere & he hasn't got a single bit of shame.

You both experimented sexually within the first three times you slept together. You have both experimented with vibrators, strap-ons, handcuffs, wax etc & it did the trick.. until it didn't. Han could orgasm from these things, don't get me wrong, but since he had gotten 'used' to these things, he hadn't gotten bored or anything but you could sense he wanted more now.

You have just put the small stick candle onto the bedside table after letting it drip onto his abs & perky pecs as he is handcuffed to the bedpost, his face red as he squirms slightly, humming as the wax dries into his skin, cooling down.

You settle in between his legs before crawling up his small frame, your knees touching his balls as you kiss him (full of tongue & spit obviously) when your knee moves & puts a lot of pressure on his poor, filled balls & he squeals into his mouth. You instantly move your knee & sit up, both of your eyes wide, but for different reasons.

You are scared in case you genuinely hurt him as you look down at the site, but you then notice an even bigger puddle of precum on his lower stomach, his cock twitching & jumping as he blushes, boba eyes staring at the same thing you are.

"Did you like that Hannie?" you question, voice raising at the end, not wanting to do something & scare him. His mouth opens but he stutters for a few seconds. "Uhh, I-I don't know, it's new" he word vomits out, cheeks & ears getting more impossibly red as he looks into your eyes, trying to see your reaction.

You hum at his response before your hand reaches down & you take his balls into your hand before squeezing them, not too hard but there is still force behind it which makes him hiss as his hips jerk up, his cock dribbling at the tip which makes you chuchkle.

"My baby likes having his balls hurt, hmm? what about your pretty penis too, Hannie?" you question as you put more pressure on his balls as you flick the head of his cock a few times, making him thrust his hips as he tries to escape but also get more of the feeling. He nods enthusiastically, tilting his head to hide his reactions as much as he can despite handcuffs making him unable to use his arms to cover his face.

You don't like the way he is hiding his pretty reactions so you slap his dick with the back of your hand which makes his head jolt back to its original position, making you smirk. "Tell me if it's too much, mkay? Sit pretty f'me." you tell him, joking since you know he's not going anywhere. You get off the bed & dig through the bedside drawer & return holding a small cock ring, much tighter than any other one you have both tried, never having the right moment to try it.. until now.

You straddle his thighs, you slowly grind to feel friction as you struggle due to how much the man beneath you is hissing & squirming around but eventually roll the cock ring down to the bottom of his shaft, it beginning to turn a dark reddish/ purple colour almost instantly which makes you both drool, only hans drool actually leaves his lips.

You lean over & begin kissing his soft lips as you begin to lightly dig your nails into his cock as you drag it up & down, digging harder the closer to the tip you get. He struggles to kiss you back & loud but muffled whines escape his lips, his hips jolting & his cock twitching uncontrollably. "P-pinch my b-balls y/nnie, pu-pulease" he begs, hair almost blocking his view due to how much it's sticking to him. "You're so dirty Hannie, so slutty." you remark before beginning to kiss his neck as you do as he asks, sucking a few hickies into his neck as you begin pinching his full balls before slapping them, then repeating the motion & you're convinced you can orgasm from his noises alone.

His bottom lip is the same colour as his cheeks now from all the nibbling on it he has been doing, his eyes watering & his cheeks getting stained from the tears, not even having one thought in his head anymore, which you notice.

You sit up as his legs begin thrashing around, shaking as you use your other hand to start flicking the tip of his cock, residue sticking to your fingers coming from the area as you start to pinch in a rougher way, twirling the skin in your hands as you look at Jisung, in his own world.

"This is all it took to get you all floaty? You're so weird for enjoying this, you're seriously gonna cum from getting your dick slapped?" you laugh as you ask him, not actually meaning what you're saying seeing since you could probably fill a glass with your own juices you're that turned on. You admire Han, not even expecting an answer, drool puddling the pillow as more drool is drying into his chin, just to have even more drool cover it, his cheeks soaked with tears & also sweat.

You put his entire cock in your hand as you tighten your hand around it as much as you can & he lets out a squeal as you begin jerking him off & despite his cock literally purple because of the cock ring, you are convinced the cock ring didn't do a good job as he cums in record time, it spurting out ropes of it all over your hand & his tummy, him rattling the handcuffs, trying to get away from the sensation as his eyes completely roll back, panting heavily.

You let him ride out his high & you quickly remove the cock ring, trying to not overstimulate him too much since its the poor babys first time experiencing this before you lick the cum off his tummy to avoid having to leave him before crawling beside him & letting him nuzzle his face into your chest, before falling asleep almost instantly.

FELIX: MARKING

Nothing turns Felix on more than being able to have a constant reminder you belong to each other & what better way to show one another off when you're not together than having a hickey or two on your necks?

I can't be 100% sure if he enjoys giving or receiving them more but if i had to pick one, I'd say he enjoys giving them more seeing since he has more freedom to choose wherever he wants, unlike you seeing since he is still an idol, meaning you need to be way more cautious which makes him sad since he would do anything to have loads of hickies littered all over his neck.

You are straddled on top of Felix as your lips are locked together as your lips are locked together & he is playing with your puffy clit. You are grinding against his fingers as your eyebrows are furrowed together, letting out small gasps as his fingers are working like magic.

"Fefe, inside, pretty please." you mumble through kisses & who is he to deny you? He slides his ring finger inside your wet walls as he prods around a bit to find the gummy spot & despite him having short fingers, he is good with them & only takes a few seconds to find it & as he does, he slides a second finger inside too, rings touching your lips which makes you twitch due to the coldness.

You start whimpering & you break the kiss & start to grind against his fingers as you clench around him, making him swallow deeply. He takes this opportunity to begin kissing your jawline & working his way down as he helps you work yourself towards the first of probably very many orgasms.

His lips suction to your neck as he lets his teeth take a few playful bites which make you twitch from the slight tickle, making you giggle a bit which he returns. He litters some kisses around the left side of your neck before lightly pushing your head so he can access the right size before doing the same thing.

He begins to suck on your neck, humming at the light scent of the perfume you put on earlier in the day & also because of the taste of your skin, you both think he's addicted to it.

Your fingers wiggle their way into his hair as you lightly push at his head, somehow wanting him even closer to your neck as you melt further into him if that is even possible.

You can feel his teeth grazing every once in a while against your skin which makes you leak even more arousal as you tense up as your orgasm washes over you, Felix holding onto your waist to keep you from falling off his lap due to the amount your legs are wobbling on each side of him.

Once you come down from your orgasm, Felix slips his fingers out of you & you guide his hand up to your mouth before sucking your own juices off of him as he smirks at your reddened face, admiring it.

"So pretty f'me aren'cha babe? Made you a new necklace too, want you to give me some on my thighs, princess. pleeeaaasseee" he flutters his eyelashes to you as he give you his iconic beautiful smile. You hum a 'yes' response before you're sliding off of him, legs still a bit like jelly as you pull his sweatpants down, him raising his hips to make it easier for you, pulling his boxers down too with them.

You begin to jerk him off slowly as you kiss his balls & thighs before you begin nibbling on them playfully, before giving him the same, dark purple marks he just gave you as he lets out hums of approval, giving you butterflies.

SEUNGMIN: PISS

The reason you & Seungmin have always got on well sexually is because of how much you both have in common when it comes to kinks & how much you both love to explore together, & that is how you both eventually found out how hot you both find piss to be during sex. It started off with how much & how dying he was to help you squirt & it just developed from there.

Seungmin is laying on his back with his head on the pillows of your shared bed as you are sitting on his face (another one of his biggest pleasures is eating pussy while barely being able to breath because duh) grinding against him as his tongue is working its magic, pushing you towards your second orgasm within the last five minutes.

You are whimpering out above him, pulling on his hair to get him impossibly closer to your dripping core as his hands have a firm grip on your ass cheeks, fondling them in his fingers as he tongue fucks you.

"Min-Minnie, g'na cum." you push the words out as the feeling begins to bubble over, but before it has a chance to fully do so, he removes his tongue & pushes your hips up so you're now hovering above his face as you basically scream from the frustration as you can feel the almost orgasm dissapearing again.

"You know what I want before I let you cum, baby. Don't be so nervous, we both want it, mkay? Wanna taste you as much as possible. You deserve to let go, so good for me all the time." he says to you in a soft tone as he gives your ass cheek a small slap before letting you sit back on his face.

Despite everything you have tried together, pissing on him has always made you shy, but he always reassures you before, during & after.

He begins to suckle on your clit this time, slurping up all your juices as his spit mixes with it. He lets out small moans & grunts at your taste as one of his hands leave your ass to come around to your lower stomach before he begins prodding at it & putting pressure on it, hinting at you what he truly wants.

You try to hold off for a little while longer but the added pressure makes it impossible & you let go. Your golden stream begins to dribble out of you & straight into Seungmins mouth & face, making him moan at the taste of you, but he can tell you're holding back. He bites your clit & you yelp before your piss begins to spray out, making him hum in satisfaction.

Your moans get twice as loud as they were a minute or so prior as you see your piss now soaking his face & towel beneath you, along with his hair now getting wet, the same as your fingers since they are still weaved through it & your orgasm hits you like a car. Your legs shake around his head as your stream & also orgasm comes to a stop.

Your breathing is erratic as you take deep breaths, hair stuck to your now shiny face. "Such an angel for me y/n" he breathes out, panting as he helps reposition you so you're now on the only dry patch of the bed as he leans in & kisses you, your orgasm & piss soaked all into his chin & cheeks. You taste yourself on his tongue & it makes you moan quietly.

Your hand worms its way down into his boxers but you can feel a big wet, sticky patch which makes you break the kiss & look down & the result makes you chuckle. "You came in you underwear for me Seungmin? I'm honoured." he 'tuts' before beginning to blush. "You expected me to be able to hold off when you just did that to me? You're insane." he murmurs before kissing your neck while playing with your hair.

JEONGIN: OVERSTIMULATION

Is this any surprise at all.. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS FINGERS? they're made for pleasure i swear, they're so long & just hkvedbvbv. I feel like poor Innie is still a bit too nervous to try anything too 'taboo' or 'out there' but the things you have both agreed & have tried together, you both love.

You're on the bed laying on your back as his fluffy hear & gorgeous face is between your thighs for the third separate time that day. He is making out with your clit sloppily as he has three fingers buried inside you, scissoring in & out of your leaky opening, driving you towards your second orgasm from just this session alone & to say you're a moaning mess is an understatement.

You're uncontrollably squirming on the bed & your legs are thrashing around as you're babbling random swear words & his name as but he is keeping you grounded by having a firm grip on your pelvis with his free hand as your fingers are pulling on his pretty locks.

"Innie, gonna cum again." you whimper out as your back arches off the bed as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your pussy not getting a break even for a second as Jeongins fingers keep pistoning in & out of you & his tongue simply swallows your juice & orgasm while continuing the same pace.

Your orgasm fades but the sensation doesn't. If anything, it intensifies as the over sensitivity takes over, which makes you begin to hiss & grumble. "Too-too much Innie." you pant as your fingers do their best to pull his hair & face out from your dripping hole. "Cmon, y/nnie.. you've only orgasmed twice today, can't even just take one more, hmm?" he questions, knowing you can't say no. You've already orgasmed twelve times today & you both know this but he knows you'll do anything to please him.

You give a weak nod & he gives you a cheeky smile before diving straight back in, fingers speeding up & him taking your swollen bud back into his mouth, suckling on it before moving down to make out with your other set of lips. Your squeals are bouncing off each wall in the house no doubt & your third orgasm of the past twenty minutes washes over you as you begin trembling & shaking so much Innie decides to take pity on you & unlatches himself as he gives your swollen pussy a small slap.

You are in the middle of trying to get your breath back as Jeongin grabs a pillow & places it next to you before moving you so you're hips are now resting on it & your ass is facing upwards.

"spread your legs a bit for me, hunny. You can take it, can't you? I'm so hard for you y/nnie." he groans out as he jerks himself off behind you as he helps you move your legs just enough so he can slot himself in between as he spits onto his cock for extra lube as he drags the tip of his cock up & down your burning sensitive folds, making you hiss.

He begins pushing in & the hair gets caught in your chest as he bottoms out, releasing an animalistic groan. Once he feels you clench around him a few times, he begins to start a sharp pace & you begin to bite the duvet to try silence your screams.

His long cock hits the same G-spot that his fingers have been abusing all day & it makes you yelp as you reach back & push your hand against his pelvis, trying to stop him from going as deep but he quickly yanks your wrist away before holding it against your lower back as he leans over you, back to chest as he moves your hair out of your face to kiss your cheeks as he keeps fucking into you.

"I-innie too- too much, too big, s-slow down." You whimper as your eyes scrunch closed, trying your best to hold on as much as you can to give Jeongin the chance to orgasm. "You can do it hunny, just stop running from it n take it mkay? You're clenching so tight around me y/n, so good." You get all flustered & get butterflies in your belly at his words & you keep whining as your toes begin curling as your now forth orgasm hits you & Jeongin lets out a deep moan as he cums too after feeling how tightly you clench around him & you feel the warm liquid fill you which makes your orgasm go that extra bit further.

You both lay like this for a minute, catching your breath back before he pulls out & you let out a deep sigh. Jeongin begins to move off of you but you reach & take him by the arm & using the rest of your strength to pull him back down. "stay like this, you're like a big weighted blanket." you mumble out, eyes feeling as heavy as rocks.

Jeongin chuckles before kissing your cheek but getting off you regardless & shuffling down back to your pussy, looking at the cum dripping out along with your slick. "I'll have my dinner first then we can cuddle as long as you want, jagi, okay?" he giggles before sticking his tongue out & beginning to kitten lick your pussy again. You knew this is a long night.

[gothamite-rambler]

Barbara answered her phone while juggling her main job in IT security, yawning from a long night of work and a lack of sleep.

Barbara (typing while yawning): Hello?

Bruce (urgency in his tone): I need your help with something of great importance.

Barbara (intrigued): I'm listening.

Bruce: I need you to bring me coffee.

Barbara's fingers paused mid-type, her brows furrowing in confusion at what she just heard.

Barbara: What?

Bruce: Coffee. Americano.

Barbara (reeling): I'm in the middle of encrypting algorithms at work. I can’t just leave to get you coffee.

Bruce (demanding): You can and you will. Because I said so!

Barbara (whispering to herself): Bitch… what did you just demand of me?

Dick (overhearing the call): Oh no.

Barbara (enraged): You must be out of your damn mind! I spend endless hours making sure your business stays afloat and your kids don't end up more screwed than a two-dollar hooker. I sacrifice my sleep relaying directions, and you want me to drop everything for coffee? Who do you think you are?! I can call my dad—

Bruce (interrupting as she gives him the riot act): Right, my bad. I can get my own coffee. I appreciate everything you do.

Bruce ended the call abruptly, sighing as he rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Jason (teasing while reading): You didn’t see that coming, did you?

Bruce: Nope. I need coffee to function… Dick—

Dick (adding extra brown sugar to his drink): I’m not going back out; I already got my boba.

Bruce: Jason—

Jason (glaring at the man): I'll spit in it.

Feeling defeated, Bruce rested his head on the table with a muffled groan. At that moment, Tim entered the cave holding his own coffee.

Tim: That new café is so much easier to order from compared to Starbucks.

Without hesitation, Bruce walked over, snatched the coffee from Tim’s hand, and returned to his desk, taking a long sip.

Tim (perturbed, eyebrow twitching): I will fucking end you.

Bruce: That’s a problem for future Bruce to worry about later.

Dick: You can be a headache sometimes.

[sweatyracoon]

Poor Seungmin (3)

Synopsis:

It's been three months, but Ive finally had some inspiration so here you go!!

Warnings:

Smut, mxm, dry humping, grinding, spit, drool, praise, fake ears, tears, not edited like everything else I post

It seemed Seungmin and the guys slowly became closer after the gamer room mishap.

Jeongin and Felix reassured him after he woke up that it was okay, and that they didn't mind helping him. In fact, they enjoyed it.

He blushed at their words as they patted his head.

Fast forward a few months, and they had just finished their tour.

It took a lot out of the guys, and now that they had switched roommates again, Seungmin was paired with Han.

He didn't mind all that much, but sometimes the clutter was to much.

"Why I'd this here, Han? I asked you to pick it up days ago!" Seungmin bared his teeth. They were a bit sharper than normal.

Han smiled at his threat.

"Such a cute puppy!"

That shut Seungmin up immediately, forcing himself to ignore the mess.

It was common for them to bicker over the mess. Seungmin strived in a controlled environment while Han strived in chaos.

One day while Seungmin went out for a boba, he came back to a spotless dorm.

Did someone come over and clean?

"Surprise!" He heard Han shout when the door closed.

He nearly dropped his half empty drink.

"What encouraged you to do this?" Seungmin scoffed in amusement. Han tilted his head with a grin.

"I figured you'd like a clean place for once. I realized it's not all that great living with a messy person, so I thought itd be nice," Han stopped in front of Seungmin, pushing him towards the shared couch.

"I also made dinner! We're going to watch a movie!" Seungmin could tell Han was excited.

"You must want something," Seungmin joked, making Han gasp dramatically.

"What? Nuh uh. Just wanna spend time with you," his cheeks flushed.

They both sat and ate while the movie played.

Han was stiff and reserved. Normally he'd be chatting away, asking questions about the movie or making comments about the characters.

He was dead silent.

Seungmin noticed immediately.

"You okay?" He asked, reaching for his friends shoulder.

"Yeah...Just thinking is all," Han mumbled. His eyes were glued to the screen but Seungmin knew he wasn't paying attention.

"About?" He continued.

Han finally looked at him.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

Seungmin was shocked but he didn't show it. He knew Han was sensitive about serious subjects. Something must be wrong.

"Of course,"

Han took a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands.

"What's your rut like? Or was it a heat? What's it feel like?" Seungmin was embarrassed about the question, never having to talk about it before now.

He jolted, taken aback by the question.

"Uhh, what brought this on?" Seungmin sputtered.

Hans eyes widened. "You don't have to answer! I'm sorry I don't know why I was thinking about that," He cursed himself, looking away, cheeks red.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind, I was just.... surprised," Seungmin smiled to reassure him. Han peeked at Seungmin as he answered.

"My body kinda locks up? I get really hot, and I start to feel pain down....there. The pain only goes away if, well, you know. And my brain gets fuzzy. All that stuff," Seungmin explained as he stared at the tv.

Han could only state at his younger friend with glossy eyes.

"What's on your mind when your like that?" Han asked suddenly, his voice flat.

Seungmin froze.

Could he tell him?

Tell him that he thinks about Chan's big hands caressing his face while jerking him off? Tell him that he thinks about Jeongins hot mouth and Felixs' gentle touch? About Lee Knows juicy thighs? Changbin putting him in a headlock? Hyunjins sweat rolling down his neck when he dances so seductively?

How he thinks about Hans innocent eyes staring at him while shoving his cock into his ass?

"Uhh...Stuff?" Seungmin whispered. He couldn't think anymore.

"Stuff? Like the type of stuff your into?" Hans voice shifted into something else entirely.

It became deep, and sounded closer to Seungmin. He looked over, and saw that Han had scooted closer. His hand nearly touching his thigh.

"Yes," Seungmin replied, his breathing becoming more shallow.

It wasn't his rut, but the natural feeling of arousal that flooded his stomach.

He moved his hands to cover his bulge.

"And what is it your into?" Han closed in closer to Seungmins ear.

"I...I can't -" Seungmin closed his eyes.

"With who, Seung?" His lips grazed the shell of his ear, and Seungmin shuddered.

He couldn't reply. He could only take what Han wanted to give.

"I got something for you, puppy," Han grinned, pulling something out from under the cushion of the couch.

Seungmins eyes widened when he saw them, his breath hitching.

A pair of floppy dog ears on a headband.

They were the same color of his rust hair, and Seungmin nearly whined in approval.

"You like?" Han questioned.

Seeing him nod, he helped place them on the boys head.

"You really are a puppy, aren't you, Min?" Han chuckled, watching as he nuzzles into his palm.

"Just a pretty puppy, huh? Want me to make you feel good?"

Seungmin nodded eagerly, pushing Han back into the couch, straddling his legs.

When their bulges pressed against one another, they both groaned, the sound shooting straight to Hans core.

Hans hands flew straight to Seungmind waist, and he let them wander, worshiping the youngers body as he began to grind against him.

"Ah! Ngh..." Seungmins mouth hung open, drool pooling in his mouth.

His hips rolled harder, Han throwing his head back, loving the pressure.

Seungmins hands braced him against Hans chest, and he squeezed the olders pecks as he felt his legs grow tired.

His pace slowed, but he still pressed against Han hard with his hips. Han noticed.

"Puppy tired?" Han whimpered, moving Seungmins hips with his hands.

"Please...tired-" he let out a moan when their tips caught one another through their sweats. "Can't!" Seungmin sobbed.

Tears formed in his eyes, both from the please and the pain building in his thighs.

"Lay down puppy, let me help you," Han groaned.

Seungmin stopped his movements, laying flat against Hans chest, but still straddling him.

Han rolled his hips upward, and gripped the boys hips hard. He maneuvered him like a rag doll, grinding into him harder than Seungmin was.

Seungmin started moaning louder, the occasional whimper falling passed his lips.

"So close..." Seungmin whined, licking into Hans neck.

Han groaned, tilting his head so Seungmin can lick and ground himself.

"Me too, puppy," Han couldn't hold it anymore, so he pushed his hands into Seungmins pants after collecting his sweat from his back.

He grabbed his bare ass before pushing his fingers to toy with Seungmins rim, making him cry out.

Seungmin came hard, his whole body shaking as he let out a choked sob. Han came right after, feeling the wetness of Seungmins cum on his sweats.

Once they both came down from their highs, they both fell limp on the couch.

Seungmin laying flat against Hans stomach, panting like he ran a marathon.

"Seung? You okay?" Han whispered. He caressed the boys hair, and felt the ears.

"M' okay," He muttered. His hips stuttered, making Han smile.

"Wanna go to bed?" Han asked, tilting his head to the side.

Seungmin pushed himself up, his arms shaking.

"Sure," He grinned, his eyes glossy and black.

Han helped him up, but led him to the bathroom first to clean themselves up.

Then they both went to their room.

"Can we snuggle on your bed?"

Hans eyes widened. His lips opened then closed, unsure of how to respond.

"But I didn't shower? And I have washed my bedding this week," Han said knowing how those bothered him.

Seungmin smiled.

"Then we'll use my bed. We're both clean,"

Hans heart nearly melted.

They both fell into the twin bed, cuddling aggressively and cutely, and fell asleep.

The next morning before Seungmin woke up, Han went into the group chat, and spilled everything that had happened the night before.

Tag list: @xxeiraxx @rhonnie23 @skzlover24 @skybluelixie

[howlingday]

The Worst Possible Thing

Yang: What the hell... What kind of idiot proposes on the first date?

Ruby: (Sipping boba) Maybe it's some kind of late-bloomer panic?

Weiss: (Sipping boba sadly) ...I don't know what to say.

Ruby: I mean, I could see him getting turned off or something, but I don't think Jaune's the kind of guy to get mad about it.

Weiss: Well, no, he wasn't mad. Not that I saw. He just said he was leaving all of a sudden.

Yang: Geez, of course he's not mad. He's afraid! Panicking! Dare I say, he's probably even freaking out!

Ruby: Welp! That's it, girls. Game over. Mission failed. We'll get 'em next time.

Yang: Yeah. About time to put the ol' dream out to pasture.

Weiss: H-Hey! Quit screwing around and help me out here! I mean it! I have no idea what's going on anymore!

Ruby: (Sighs) So, the date was fine, right?

Weiss: Y-Yes. I mean, I suppose I was nervous and awkward at first, but no more so than Jaune was, I guess? And he ended up having a lot of fun! Or, at least, I think he did. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe he had already given up on me at some point...

Ruby: Ugh... Was I this panicky and full of self-doubt on my first date? She's completely different from the "Heiress of the Schnee name".

Yang: Well, hang on just a sec. This is Jaune we're talking about, right? I don't think he's the kind of guy who sits around when something doesn't feel right. If he wasn't feeling it, he would've booked it outta there.

Ruby: Well, if the date was fine, then you must have said something stupid at the proposal. What did you say? Tell us everything!

Weiss: Wh- Du- Now?! I'm already so embarrassed, I don't think I can!

Yang: Look, Ice Queen- if we don't know what you said, exactly word for word, then we can't help you. Now, spit it out!

Weiss: (Gulps) Uh... Well, at first, I told him about how I've been through a lot going from spoiled rich girl to someone so poor... And how I treated him back in Beacon. I told him that I'm not as strong of a fighter as he is, but I'm doing what I can to improve myself. I told him how I've cut back on caffeine, sugar, and losing my temper.

Weiss: That's about the most of it.

Ruby: Mm... I don't see anything wrong yet. No red flags here.

Yang: ...So? Then what?

Weiss: Um, well... Oh! I said I didn't have much to offer him, but I would do my best to make him happy, and that's when I proposed!

Ruby: ...

Yang: ...

Ruby/Yang: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH...

Weiss: What?! That was it!

Ruby: Weiss, Jaune is working his ass off, but he's living his dreams right now! Do you really think he needs some hero huntress to swoop in and save the day?

Weiss: (Opens her mouth, Struggles to say)

Yang: Look, I get what you were trying to say, but if there was any point where you screwed up, it was right there.

Weiss: I...

Ruby: Sounds like we have our culprit. But just to be safe, what else did you say?

Weiss: W-Well... After that...

Weiss: I said that I admired how responsible he was- how- how it's really impressive for a man like him to do what he does...

Yang: I'm sorry, you said WHAT?! Did you really say "for a man" like that?!

Weiss: H- Huh? Was that bad?!

Ruby: Weiss, stuff like, "for a man" or "even though you're a man", they all come off as pretty sexist, even if you're saying it around just us girls.

Weiss: Really?!

Ruby: I was expecting maybe one or two, but you're popping off a whole bunch of red flags... Why do I have a bad feeling about the rest of this story?

Yang: You're not the only one. So, what else did you say?

Weiss: ...W-Well, I mentioned his family and his team. He really goes out of his way for them, you know? And because of that, I said I would take care of his bills and he could just stay at home!

Ruby: Aw, shit... I know you meant well about him taking things easy, but do you really think Jaune's the kind of huntsman who's just in it for the money?

Weiss: I know there's more to it than that!

Yang: Maybe, but the way you said it mighta been misinterpreted to mean something else. Something worse. I get you were panicked, but there has to be a better way to say that, right?

Weiss: Oh... Dust! Agh! What I wouldn't give to go back and do it all over again!

Yang: Well, let's make sure there's nothing else that went wrong. Was there anything else you said after that?

Weiss: Yes... I said that even if Jaune did stay at home, I'd help out with the chores. And then, if we had a child together, we could all visit Pyrrha's grave together...

Ruby: ...

Yang: Is that it? You didn't say anything else to make this worse?

Weiss: ...No, that was the last of it. I think.

Yang: Well... You certainly ended this party with a bang. You said you'd "help out with the chores". Noble, but it doesn't earn you any points. All you did was give the impression that you think chores are a "man's job".

Ruby: And, depending on the person, talking about having a kid can be shaky ground at the least. Some couples can't even have kids, so it's not like marriage is all about starting a family.

Yang: And you topped it off by planning a visit to Pyrrha's grave... You're basically saying you wanna rub it in Pyrrha's face that you finally beat her at something. That there's no other reason for you to be with Jaune.

Weiss: I... C-Come on... Are... Are you saying every single little thing I said was wrong?! (Head in her hands) This sucks... What the hell do I do now...?

Ruby: (Sips, Shakes drink)

Yang: Well... You might have to apologize.

Ruby: Uh-huh. He might be done with you, but that's at least better than saying nothing.

Weiss: Okay... I need to make things right...

[lizhaoyu]

WHEN IS PART 4 COMMING??? IM SO EXCITED EJNRMRKEKDMDM

Why so shy? Part 4

(A/N): Heya, gaymers. Another chapter is out! I'm sorry it took so long, but I hope someone has been noticing the patterns for when I publish these chapters. Thank you, everyone, for your continued support of my work. I love you guys! Enjoy thirsting, gaymers.

This was a short one, wasn't it? But at least the reader has some progress with Iso~

(Iso x GN!Reader)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (You are here.)

Nervous.

That was no longer the feeling. What was it, this time? You don't know anymore.

You sat quietly on the edge of your bed, looking down at your lap. Your mind was full, but full of what? Thoughts of Iso? Not anymore, you knew there was no chance.

What was the point of all of this? Your mind was tired from everything, your body was exhausted from running and your heart was aching.

What was this feeling? Rejection? No, you haven't even confessed yet. Still, you feel you already got rejected, even if you haven't confessed your feelings.

You'll get over it, the shadow inside your mind says. Yeah, that's what your parents said too, right? When you fell into a deep depression when you first got rejected?

You'll get over it. You will.

Will you?

-

What an unforgettable man Iso was.

You lay in your bed, your shadow abilities all over the place. For other people, your shadow abilities would have already suffocated them to death. It felt like a comforting hug for you, shielding you from the world.

Not once did Iso leave your mind. The pain in your heart was still lingering, eating away at your mind. What are you even hurting for? You and Iso were never a thing.

Ouch. Even telling yourself that hurt.

You sit up, looking at yourself in the mirror on the wall facing your bed. Your hair was a mess, your eyes red and swollen from crying.

You huff, shuffling off your bed and fixing your hair. It was about time that you step out of your room and get some air. Rotting in your room all day wasn't ideal, after all. You're still a Radiant.

You got a change of clothes and slid open the metal door of your room. You step outside into the hallway with a deep sigh. It felt like forever since you felt the air conditioning of the cold hallway.

Iso and Sage were probably on a date now, you thought to yourself as you walked towards the kitchen.

Maybe you should stop thinking about them. It's just hurting yourself more. You step inside the kitchen and sit down on the dining chair. What were you even doing? Why were you mindlessly wandering around?

You let out a deep sigh that you didn't know you were holding. What can you do? This was the first time that you felt like you couldn't do anything about the situation.

Maybe you should just let them be. You can't have everything you want, right? Not even people.

Just focus on other things, maybe now is not the time for love and feelings. Maybe now is just not your turn.

You perk up, hearing chatter from a distance coming towards the kitchen. Probably Jett and Phoenix, losing a bet to Yoru. You stood up, getting something to drink from the fridge so you could leave.

Until Iso and Sage walked in.

'God fucking dammit,' you thought, almost spitting out your drink. You avert your gaze, focusing on the fridge door. Yeah, like that's interesting. Fucking dumbass-

"Hey, there you are." You hear Iso's voice calling for you. GODDAMMIT.

You hesitantly turn to him, your heart skipping a beat. STOP THAT HEART RIGHT NEOWWWWW.

"Uh, um... Hey, Iso." You mumble, nodding awkwardly in his direction as he walks up to you. WHY IS HE APPROACHING??

"I asked Omen where you were, but he didn't know. Look, I got you some boba." Iso gestures to the plastic bag in his hand.

WhAT. WHAT. WHAAAAAAAAAAAT.

"Um- what?" You tilt your head, seeing Sage from the corner of your eye as she left.

"I asked you about what kind of boba you liked, remember? I got it for you," Iso smiles, offering you the plastic bag.

"I also bought some Chinese snacks I thought you'd like. I hope you do." Iso continues.

What? This man???

"Wh... Why?" You blurt out. That was completely unintentional because you were completely confused about his behavior.

Iso rubs the back of his neck, a shy smile on his face.

"Well... I went out with Sage because I wanted to ask her for advice about you." Iso admits.

wut.

"I asked Sage to go out for boba because I thought I could buy you the one you like, along with some stuff I think you'd enjoy.'' Iso put on a shy smile, looking at you.

Oh. OH. OH MY GOD?

At this point, your cheeks were getting red and flushed. YOU GOT JEALOUS WITH NO RIGHTS FOR NOTHING?

"Ah... T- Thank you..." You mumble, gently taking the plastic bag in your hands carefully.

"Would you want to go out with me sometime?" Iso abruptly says, causing you to choke on your own spit.

"WHAT?" You blurt out.

Well, that was embarrassing.

-

(A/N: Hey, everyone! So, how was this chapter? Was it to your taste? Let me know in the comments! Also, how about some juicy sexy scrumptious voluptuous steamy time with Iso for the ending? Let me know in the comments. Also, I'll publish my birthday special fanfiction soon! See you next time.)

[quoth-the-crow-nevermore]

“please leave me alone!” you plead, practically running to get away from that man. “c’mon beautiful, just one date!” he croons continuing his pursuit. panicking at the thought of him catching you, you blindly go up to the first masculine person you see and attach yourself to their side. “there you are dear! see i told you i was taken!” turning around to look at the creepy man, you pause seeing his shock. now that you think of it, the whole street has gone quiet. ‘oh fuck what did i do?’ you think, slowly turning your head to look at the man you are holding onto. you freeze, an icy sweat forming on your skin when you recognize him- ‘c-commissioner ayato!’ you’re about to move away, profuse apologies on the tip of your tongue, when ayato wraps his arm around your shoulders. “i told you i would be here darling, you know how much i wanted some boba. now,” he glances back at the creep who was still frozen behind you, “who is this? he isn’t a new friend is he?” you gulp, sure ayato can feel your anxious shaking. “i don’t-i don’t know who he is, he’s been-been following me asking for a-for a date! he won’t take no f-for an anwser!” you blurt out, too bewildered by ayato’s immediate acceptance of the situation to say anything else. ayato clicks his tongue in disappointment, “tsk, not taking no for an answer? how-“ he pauses looking the creep up and down in disgust, “distasteful. only uncouth swine do that.” the ‘uncouth swine’ as ayato put it unfroze stammering out… something in defence of himself, when he’s interrupted by ayato. “truthfully, i don’t particularly care for what you have to say. leave my partner and i be, thank you.” he says curtly, turning back to you, “now dear, do you want your usual flavor?” you turn your gaze back to ayato and then the boba stand. “oh-oh yes please,” you spit out, afraid of wasting commissioner ayato’s good will. a fleeting thought of what the ‘usual flavor’ could possibly be passes through you mind before you are handed (fav/flavor) boba by ayato. his own boba in hand, he guides you to komori teahouse, hand on the small of your back. once inside, he sighs dramatically, “well, that is going to be difficult to ‘undo’.” you feel a harsh pang of guilt for making his life even harder than it must be already. you look down at the floor in shame, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize who you were; i just went to the first person i saw. i’m sorry.” you can feel your eyes sting, both from guilt and fear, finally processing the situation you found yourself in. ayato sips his boba thoughfully for a few moments. “hmm, i guess we’ll have to keep seeing each other then,” he hums. your head shoots up to look at him, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. “why-why would you say that?! you don’t even know who i am!” you blurt out, feeling almost frustrated by how little he seemed to care about this situation. he grins, “oh but i do know you, (y/n).”

[thelaughtercafe]

Soul Eater Ler Headcanons

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Soul/F! Reader, Death the Kid/F! Reader, Black Star/F! Reader, Maka/F! Reader. Tsubaki/F! Reader, Liz/F! Reader, Patty/F! Reader, Stein/F! Reader

Length: 1.5k+

Summary: N/A

Soul Eater Evans:

Soul is very casual most of the time and I feel like tickling someone to pieces wouldn’t be any different. 

Like Maka, takes it in complete stride which his Lee likely wouldn’t expect if they’d hidden it from him out of fear for any length of time. 

He finds this hysterical and incredibly endearing at the same time, leading to him laughing at you good-naturedly. 

“Damn, you went that long without something you wanted out of some misguided sense of feeling weird? You could’ve just told me, ya know. I tickle Blackstar and Maka all the time, Hell you’ve seen me do it. You had to know I wouldn’t mind.”

When you fumbled to explain it was different he sighed and rubbed his head. 

“Man, you’re hopeless. Least now I know why you ran away all those times. Must’ve been really embarrassing for you, huh?”

He grinned, wiggling his fingers at you eagerly as he cornered you.  

“Welp, guess all we can do is make up for lost time huh? C'mere so I can help you experience what you’ve wanted so bad first hand!”

He’s not a chaser, prefers for you and him to be more stationary. 

Admittedly gets a kick at seeing you try to hold your arms up or not struggle too much, even though a cool guy like him could totally overpower you.  

Reassures you in his own way too, bringing it up casually after wrecking you after you both had a stressful test that day. 

“Y'know, the others won’t mind tickling you either. Even on the fraction of a chance they’re not willing to- they wouldn’t make fun of you for it. Even if they did, they’d have me to deal with!”

He flashed a shark-toothed grin your way. 

“You like being tickled. So what? C'mon, say it. I know you can!”

Messes with you for a few days and sessions until you finally spit the words out. 

He doesn’t tickle you directly till you get it out- only giving a quick poke or huff of air along your neck or ears to make you jump, around the others that prick-until you crack. 

He’s kind’ve mean about it, honestly, but he does it to help you not hide who you are from the others. It’s all out of love in the end. 

Rubs it in your face so hard when he ends up right. Doesn’t let you live it down ever. 

Expect group tickle sessions for a while too just to be extra sure you got the message it’s not a big deal. 

Maka Albarn:

Maka is really intuned with everyone around her and that translates to when she Ler’s too. 

She senses the little things- the way someone leans into her touch when they like a spot. 

She’s kind too- not the type to call you out and tease you for it like Soul or Stein, and if she does it’s playful and she’ll immediately admit she liked it just as much as you.  

She loves to make others happy, and this is no exception. She views it as perfectly natural and normal and just about Maka-Chop’s you anytime you put yourself down. 

You learn to accept your little quirk with her and the rest of your friends help. 

Black Star:

God Blackstar is a rough one. 

Good luck, the second he finds out you’re ticklish I hope you like it because he’s gonna use it to mess with you constantly. 

Getting out of things, making you forgive him for small mistakes, you name it he’ll implement tickling somehow if it fits. 

And when Tsubaki finally spells it out for him that you like it? 

Even training isn’t safe then and he is merciless in that environment when he’s focused so trust- you both do and don’t wanna be caught by him. 

He’s loud when he teases so you have to be direct and tell him not in public, and remind him if it bothers you fairly often otherwise the whole damn school is gonna know. 

Speaking of teasing, KING of teases.

I’m blushing just thinking about it. 

“Wow, is this really all you can handle? I know it’s a tall order because you’re up against a big star like me, but I’ll have to help you build up your stamina and endurance.”

“You’re lucky there’s no Kishin who tickle their victims; otherwise you’d be a goner for sure! Luckily you have the great Blackstar to help you as a failsafe precaution! Aren’t you lucky?”

300% uses his Ninja skills to fuck with you.  

Sorry I don’t make the rules. 

You called his bluff when he was just starting out and assumed he was loud and obnoxious with no other mode and boy did that backfire on you horribly. 

After finding out you like being tickled, guess who now has a way to show you just how well he can sneak up on people whenever and wherever he wants?

Uses tickles as a reward/motivation too, to keep you training with him just that little bit longer than you usually would. 

Tsubaki:

Gosh she’s so flustering as a Ler without even trying. 

It’s because she’s so sincere and gentle. 

It makes her amusement and sweet teases all the more effective. 

“Aww you’re so precious like this! I’ve gotta do this more often!”

She’s one of the easiest Lers to go to, especially if you want relaxing tickles. 

She’s so gentle technique wise, really only using spidering and stroking but it still tickles like Hell. 

The only one who can reign Blackstar in with either tickling him or just talking sense.  

Death the Kid:

Kid is generally very put together and that translates to when he lers. 

Of course, he has to tickle symmetrically which means his poor Lee will have to put up with either both his hands or two tools at once. 

The only good thing is that means you know the sensations are predictable. 

Unless he has Liz and Patty help. Then? Then they’re really in trouble, because they’ll do the same, but as long as they keep the same technique? Kid’s fine letting them have variety from him. Predictability neutralized. 

Unintentionally so flustering, holy shit. 

Kid is naturally very logical and serious, and has a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. That man’s smirk is lethal. 

Absolutely uses this to his advantage. After all, he has to make both of your cheeks the same pretty shade of red, and what better way to do that then make it cover your whole face~?

“Oh come now, surely it can’t tickle that badly? You’re flattering me.”

Can’t stop at an uneven time- works together with his Lee to get to 88 minutes for perfect symmetry. 

He’ll stop before that if needed of course, but it’s typically best when the numbers match. 

Patty:

Brings out of her Lee’s childish natures with her own. 

Tends to giggle happily along with her Lee and is one of the Lers most often to start tickle fights and the like. 

Adores how much fun it is to make her friends, family and s/o’s laugh omg. 

It’s why she does it so often. 

Most think she’s not smart but really, she’s quite aware. She just chooses to embrace her more childish side openly. 

Loves to tease her Lee’s and pouts when she has to stop or gets pulled away by Liz. 

“Aww but why? They’re so cute like this!!”

“Yes Patty but you kind of need them alive to tickle them more yeah? Let ‘em breathe, k?”

She salutes her sister all cute-like.

“K!!”

Switches spots often and has to get reminded by Kid to be more symmetrical if they’re Ler'ing someone together because she forgets a lot and it always makes her Lee jump in their grip. 

Liz:

Queen of self-care/self-comfort tickles, for both her Lee and herself. 

Compliments galore she’s so damn nice.

“Your laugh is so pretty, I swear. I’m so jealous!”

“Oh my God your nails are so cute!! You have to paint them for me later! Maybe if you agree to I’ll stop~”

Her teases are like that, mixed with her genuine compliments. 

The most merciful between her sister and Kid. 

Kid tends to get lost in the symmetry while tickling his Lee so if she’s helping or knows he’s gonna be Ler'ing someone she always reminds him to set an alarm so the poor Lee isn’t stuck there for 3 hours.

Definitely hasn’t happened more than once, nope. 

Not that the Lee was complaining-

Absolutely loves using her nails as a tickle tool. It’s her go-to method and she is good.

Stein:

Unsurprisingly, the scientist who loves to experiment, also does so when tickling. It’s just his nature. 

In addition to that he’s perceptive as Hell so good luck hiding your reactions. 

In all likelihood, he knows instinctively if a Lee enjoys it thanks to seeing their Soul and being able to sense their nature better than most. 

Let’s face it; Stein’s a complete sadist- and not only that- he’s very open about that fact. 

Which means if it gets to you that he’s like that he’ll absolutely call you out and mess with you with it, switching between his typically playful and analytical self and his more cruel side. 

Knows every tool out there, and relishes testing more unconventional ones too like back scratchers, combs and the like. 

That goes for enhancement methods too. Everything from oil, sensory deprivation, and bondage. Whatever he can think of, really. 

[nonchalantfeminist]

When you get pushed on them

synopsis: y’all know that tiktok audio that goes like “there’s a hot guy behind u” “push me!” blah blah blah “u should’ve pushed me harder!!” that thing 💀

Characters: Dazai, Jouno, Tecchou.

authors note: i spit my water out on accident anyways enjoy 😍this was so fun to make

Dazai

You and your friend were walking around and stopped near a train station when your friend turned you around abruptly. “y/n!! there’s such a hot guy behind you!” You were looking at her wide-eyed when you piqued up and said. “push me.” She sweat-dropped. “jeez okay okay.” She grinned and shoved you into the brunettes chest. “ah! forgive me sir!” You smiled sweetly up at him as he helped you straighten yourself. “Don’t worry about it belladonna~ I wouldn’t mind someone like you to fall for me.” To say the least you were all blushy blushy once you got his number. “f/n!! you should’ve pushed me harder~!” You grinned as you heard his chuckle behind you, leaving you off with a wink.

Jouno 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

You were drinking your boba while looking at your phone, your friend beside you directing you in case you almost walk off the road into traffic. “y/n.” You looked up from your phone to find your friend standing in front of you, quickly switching places with you. “something the matter?” You tilted your head in confusion at how serious she was. “there’s a hot guy!, behind you!” She squealed silently, not noticing the multicolor-haired person turned his head around at the noise. “what! quick, push me!” I fixed my hair and let her push me into the arms of the uniformed man, his hands quickly catching you before you touched his chest. “ah~ I apologize!” He only stared at you then had his usual smile. “if you wanted to talk to me, you could’ve asked.” You gazed at him and blushed, placing a hand on his chest and sweetly asking if you can see him another time. Needless to say, he was amused by your ramble about how your friend should’ve pushed you harder.

Tecchou

You and your friend were walking to a cafe when the fate of events would turn drastically once you walked in.. “Y/N!!.” Your friend whisper-shouted when she saw a tall dark haired man talking to another guy with white and red hair. “jesus!- what?!” You turned around annoyed at the loud noise and gasped when you suddenly got pushed into a bulky figure, blushing profusely when you trailed your eyes up his body to his face. “a-ah, i’m so sorry sir!” He reassured you to be more careful. What you didn’t notice was how a subtle blush was painted on his cheeks when you rambled to your friend about she should’ve pushed you harder, your friend smirking at the sight.

[michiruxbna]

I'm wondering something and it's something that was left unanswered in a Scarlet Witch story.

so let's continue with my crazy theories (mainly why they forgot the story)

Magda and Natalya are the same person

Magda's design has always changed and the main detail that Wanda has always had is Magda's life image, even today they continue to resemble each other.

Likewise, Pietro is the spitting image of Magnus (literally his younger version)

then in a scarlet witch story, where she discovers who her mother could be, being natalya (the original scarlet witch)

First of all, I saw people who confuse the relationship between Natalya and Django and they are brothers, in the same comic they say so

both were witches of the Maximoff family

and here are the details, when wanda finds the spirit or whatever of her mother, she says: "and I am known by many names, the most used... scarlet witch"

and that's where it's hinted that she had another name than "Natalya" and she did try to get her children back from the high evolver.

dying in the attempt, although it was revealed later that her partner (Pietro and Wanda's father who knows nothing about him) killed her.

Although Agatha knows about Wanda's mother and she knows things and she asked Wanda not to look any further.

and here the high evolver takes a role, we know how very son of a bitch he can be and we know that it was because of him that the whole mess between Pietro and Wanda started

so it makes me think about several things and this is my own chronological order of things

Magda and Django are born (I don't even know how old they are) both witches from the Maximoff family, Natalya being the most prominent being "Scarlet Witch"

She at one point moves away from her family, becoming better known as "Scarlet Witch." She decided to change her name several times and eventually met the father of her children Erik Eisenhardt Magneto in the future.

They had their first daughter Anya and then the fire would happen but... what if it wasn't for Erik that caused the fire? What if it was by Magda (Natalya) in an attempt to teach Anya magic so that she could also be a witch like her?

Feeling guilty and in an attempt to protect her love, she called him a monster and walked away from him even though she knew she was pregnant with the twins.

And here it would be confusing to arrange things and it makes me think, Boba did help Magda give birth but she thought she was a magical creature and as a result the High Evolutionary ended up snatching her children and doing experiments with them

Magda tried to get them back and the High Evolutionary took the opportunity to emotionally manipulate Magda (Natalya) and make her think that Magneto killed her when he was the one.

and let's see it's still a crazy theory and in my opinion it fits

Yes, Wanda's spell only affected Prieto, but think about how many experiments the High Evolutionary did on them? There could have been too many to even change their DNA in such a way that their magic could only detect Pietro as familiar.

Also, how many versions the High Evolutionary gave of the twins' past, they even still look like Magda and Magneto

Even another theory I have for this theory is that Anya could have been a Witch because of her mother.

Anyway, thank you for reading my Theory, all crazy but with some sense (at least for me)

[rosenclaws]

Hugh Characters and their boba orders

a/n: I'm in class and bored as hell and I work at a boba shop so I am qualified to judge these guys based on their boba orders lmao.

Logan Howlett - Getting Logan to try boba is like getting a cat to take a bath. Bro is NOT interested in milk tea but you beg and beg so he finally caves and well he has no clue what to order. I think he gets the basic house tea at 0 sweet and no toppings and thinks its fine so that's all he drinks when you ask for a sweet treat.

Leopold Mountbatten - Leopold loves tea but he only ever drinks it hot and he doesn't understand why people ice their tea over here but I think he'd like it. I think he'd try a lot of different brewed teas but settle on something like Hojicha. It's a brand new flavor to him but after trying it once he's hooked. Though he will get an early gray every now and again. Would also experiment with toppings. He feels like an egg pudding kinda guy.

Eddie Alden - This man is a brown sugar milk drinker. Dude does not want any real tea so he gets the sweetest thing you can possibly get. It's basically just brown sugar and milk. Would like the boba pearls and would make jokes about balls in your mouth.

Charlie Kenton - He does not strike me as a milk tea guy. I think he likes fruit tea with no milk instead but he doesn't like it when they have fruit bits in them so he'll get like a strawberry tea. Green or black. Sometimes he'll get mango but thats usually too sweet for him. He also makes sure Max gets a drink with no caffeine because the last time they went Max got a drink that was pure black tea and sugar at like 8pm at night and bro was bouncing off the walls.

Jack Willis - Call me crazy but I think Jack likes boba a lot. It was weird at first but I think he enjoys the flavors. He's an artistic kinda guy anyways soo. I think he'd get stuff high in caffeine like a matcha or black tea. Mostly matcha though. He'd get boba in it and then spit it out through the straw just to annoy you though.

[thevioletcaptain]

😔🧋🤙 for the emoji prompt!

Cas is just leaning in to kiss him, his fingers trailing warm and seductive down the center of Dean’s chest, when there’s a knock on their bedroom door. Three sharp raps in quick succession.

They both freeze, breath caught as they wait, as if silence will convince whoever’s knocking that they aren’t here.

“Dean? Cas?”

No such luck.

“Maybe if we ignore him, he’ll give up and leave,” Dean whispers, but he’s barely finished the sentence when Sam knocks again.

“Uh, guys?” Sam says, voice louder but still muffled through two inches of oak. “You awake in there?”

Cas sighs, slumping back onto his own pillow to give Dean a look that very clearly states; your brother, your problem. Dean sends one back that says, what’s mine is yours, sweetheart, but Cas only glowers in response.

“Guys?” Sam repeats, knocking a third time, and Dean groans as he pushes out of bed.

With one last longing glance at Cas, naked and sleepy and looking decidedly put out about the fact that his plans to continue what they’d started last night had been interrupted before they could even begin, Dean slips into his robe before cracking the door.

“What?”

Sam meets his gaze with a sheepish grimace.

“Hey, sorry,” he says again, wrinkling his nose. “I was gonna let you guys sleep in, but, well… I don’t wanna freak you out or anything, and it might not even be—”

Sam pushes out a breath. Hesitates.

“Dude, just spit it out. It’s early.”

“It’s eleven.”

“Sam—”

“I think there’s something wrong with Jack.”

That gets his attention fast, and Dean pulls the door wide as Cas launches out of bed. Sam averts his eyes when he notices Cas’ distinct lack of pants.

“Uh—”

“Is he sick?”

“What happened?” Cas asks, immediately breathless with worry. “Where is he? Is he hurt?”

“He’s fine, he’s safe, he’s taking Miracle for a walk. But— Cas, can you put some clothes on?”

Dean grabs Cas’ fuzzy cloud-print bathrobe from the back of the door and tosses it over to him before he can start arguing with Sam about the fact that his lack of pants has no bearing on Sam’s ability to explain himself.

“So if he’s fine and safe and walking the dog—what exactly is the problem?” Dean asks.

With an uncertain shrug, Sam nods toward the kitchen, and they follow him down the hall as he explains.

“Okay, so this morning I had to go to up to Hastings for a few things, and I asked if he wanted to come with — he normally does, y’know, because he likes the toffee boba from that place opposite the store where I get my protein powder.”

“Uhuh,” Dean says.

“So, I dropped him off to get his drink, and I went to the health food store, and when I came back to meet him he was just, like. Sitting in the middle of the sidewalk.”

“Sitting, and… doing what?” Cas asks.

“That’s the thing,” Sam says, stepping down into the kitchen. He looks back at them as he pulls out one of the swivel chairs at the table and sits down. Dean and Cas mirror him on the other side. “He was just sitting there, staring at a crack in the pavement with a dandelion growing in it.”

“So…” Dean says, waving a hand for Sam to elaborate.

“I think he’s depressed.”

“Depressed,” Cas repeats with a frown.

“You think he’s depressed because he was sitting on the sidewalk and looking at a flower?” Dean asks, narrowing his eyes. “The kid’s just weird, Sam. He’s always been weird. He gets it from his entire family.”

“That’s not— look, I asked him why he was sitting there instead of on the bench five feet away, and you know what he said to me? He said, what difference does it make? Everything is meaningless.”

“Okay, well that… that does sound kinda concerning,” Dean admits.

“Did he say anything else?”

“No, not really. But when we got back to the car he stuck the dandelion under the windshield wipers to ‘see how long it would hold on’, and… honestly, saying that out loud sounds stupid, but… I don’t know. It worried me.”

As he’s speaking, the distant whine of the main door opening echoes through the bunker, followed by scrambling claws as Miracle launches into his usual post-walk zoomies, and the heavy clang of the door slamming shut.

Miracle bursts into the kitchen a few seconds later, frantically sniffing at all of them — Cas carefully repositions himself to avoid getting a dog snout all up in his business — before sprinting back out, and Jack follows shortly after, slurping away at his boba.

Inexplicably, he’s wearing his Ghostbusters jumpsuit from last Halloween, a pair of teal flip flops, and has Cas’ floppy gardening hat hanging around his neck. Dean looks at him and then back at Sam, wondering how neglected to mention this absolute mess of an outfit as he recounted the reasons for his alarm.

“Hello,” Jack says with a wave, and walks over to the fridge.

Dean, Cas, and Sam all look at one another before Cas clears his throat.

“How are you today, Jack?”

Rifling through the vegetable drawer, Jack lets out a thoughtful hum before extracting a single tomatillo. He sniffs it before biting into it like an apple.

“Snacky. And… contemplative. Have you ever noticed how Miracle just eats whatever he finds no matter what time of day it is? That makes more sense than designated breakfast food, I think.”

“Right,” Dean says carefully, watching as Jack takes another sip from his toffee-flavored milk tea as though he doesn’t still have a mouthful of tomatillo. He’s unsurprised when the flavor combination — and presumably the added texture of a tapioca pearl — makes Jack gag a little, but it’s still gross when he spits it into the sink.

At least he takes the moment to turn on the tap and rinse it down.

“So, uh. What’s the deal with Halloween in July?”

Jack tilts his head for a moment, as though uncertain what Dean is asking, before he seems to remember what he’s wearing. He looks down. Jiggles the buckle of his utility belt.

“Oh, it’s because I realized nothing matters,” Jack says cheerfully, and takes a long, noisy slurp through his straw before wriggling it around the bottom of his cup, where the last tapioca pearl is stubbornly clinging to the plastic. It finally dislodges, and he crushes the cup in his hand, tossing it in the recycling.

“What do you mean nothing matters?”

“There’s no point to anything. It’s all meaningless, so, you know, if something is kind or fun or interesting and it doesn’t hurt anyone…” Jack shrugs. “Hakuna Matata.”

Without waiting for a response, Jack crams the rest of the tomatillo into his mouth and heads for the door.

“Anyway, I’m gonna go up on the roof and read erotica on my phone,” he says, and waves, and then he’s gone before any of them can process that — let alone react to it.

“See what I mean?” Sam says.

“Yeah, uh. He’s definitely being weird, even for Jack, but… I don’t think he’s depressed.”

“So what is it? Teen angst?”

“He’s not a teenager,” Dean points out. “And he’s not exactly angsty.”

“He’s right, Sam. I’m not certain this is even a problem.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Well, I do think one of us should actually take the time to have a frank discussion with him about sex if he’s going to be reading erotica, but other than that, it seems as though he’s just thinking philosophically. Contemplating the nature of his existence in a newly Godless universe.”

“Yeah, and I mean, as far as philosophies go? Nothing matters so just chill out about it seems… refreshingly optimistic. I say we call it a win.”

[written for this prompt game] [find me on ao3 as imogenbynight 💚]

ps: here's a bonus meme to illustrate why my brain went immediately to "optimistic nihilism" after seeing these particular emojis 😅