#both of them hate long pants that go to or past their knees because they have stupid knees that jut out and could stab someone

[birdkittenn]

dont know if ill ever actually line this but v2 in a skirt ok. thanks

[xazse]

Wolf!HybridGojo who constantly has to be told not to tackle you: his PuppyGirl!Hybrid and try to play fight with you, that he can’t be that rough with you regarding your size difference, he hates being told what to do.

Wolf!HybridGojo who can’t help but wrap you in a tight embrace in his lap and lick you everywhere, your face and neck are covered in saliva, no matter how much you whine and try to get away from his rough tongue he won’t let you up until he deems you clean enough.

Wolf!HybridGojo who finds it so easy to pin you down and hump his throbbing cock against your party-clad ass. You could be laying on the couch relaxing until you feel the cough sink and Satoru putting his full body weight on you. He usually sports no underwear so it feels ten times better when he’s grinding against you, even before he finally cums his pants are soaked with his precum, he produces a weird amount of it.

Wolf!HybridGojo who hates when you want Suguru’s attention, he hates when you leave his lap to crawl into Suguru’s lap, he hates when Suguru indulges you and scratches your ears and your tail. He can be heard on the other side of the couch huffing in frustration, he’ll reach over and pinch your tail because he knows it hurts you, That’s only happened twice and each time Suguru scolds and punishes Satoru.

Wolf!HybridGojo who can’t handle his heats, they get too strong to the point where he has to be locked in a room with Suguru, he can’t be near you in fear of hurting or losing control of himself. He’s whining the entire time in the room, his pocket-pussy toys don’t last long before he destroys the thing, Suguru jerking him off can only do so much, he just wants to be buried deep inside you but knows he can’t :(

Wolf!HybridGojo who just wants to attempt at letting you take him, so he begs and begs Suguru to let him have you or at least try, with some stubbornness he agrees but only if he’s in the room too.

He’s so damn excited when you’re being guided into the hot room by Suguru, his tail can’t stop wagging at the mere thought of you naked and all for him. Suguru had spent half the day prepping your little hole just for him. There’s dried tears on your face probably from the overstimulation you endured but you’re beaming when you finally get to see Satoru, you hug him tightly.

Hes so quick to kiss you, already trying to shove his tongue down your throat. He’s sucking on your tongue loudly and obnoxiously. He was hard before you even walked into the room but now he’s throbbing. In the midst of the kiss he’s using one hand to shrug down his pants snuggly sitting them under his balls. He moves you body closer to him, till his cock rests right inbetween the both of you and on your stomach, he begins stroking his pretty pale cock, his thick precum leaking in droves.

He pushes you on your back rather harshly: “Satoru” Suguru says through clenched teeth. He apologizes in a submissive tone: it clearly was an accident.

He places his hands under the back of your knees and pushes them till they rest on your chest. Your pussy is so small compared to him, but he loves that difference: it makes everything so much more hot. Looking closer he sees your pretty cunt is wet and shiny with your cum. he rubs his tip inbetween your folds gathering the cum and smearing it everywhere.

He pulls you lips apart and takes a minute to admire your hole, though Suguru stretched it it’s still gonna be a tight squeeze. He sees no need to wait anymore and begins sliding himself in, the first word that comes to mind is hot, how just a little past his tip its already warm and how you’re already sucking him in. He groans rather loudly mixed with your soft whines he drives him to want to stuff his full length in one go but he knows Suguru will get a different type of angry.

Wolf!HybridGojo who doesn’t stop fucking your wet sloppy cunt after one round, he keeps digging his cock deeper and deeper. The wet slapping sounds bounce off the walls and right into your ears. You can feel every vein on his cock when he throbs inside you,

[elliesmainhoe]

need ellie to take care of me drunk desperately

i love your writing 😭

Rescue Remedy

e.williams x fem!reader

summary: you call Ellie to come and rescue you from a bar after having a few too many drinks

warnings: alcohol, cigarettes, mentions of hangovers, slurred speech, drunk crying, fluff.

just realized this is basically a self insert vent post of a very similar situation I've been in LMAO

WC 1K

DAY 4 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

you were relieved when the familiar beaten up Ford focus pulled up beside you. you'd been sitting on the curb for almost 15 minutes- tear stained cheeks, smudged glitter and mascara as your body shook and jittered from both the cold Seattle night and the mixture of cigarette smoke and alcohol causing the most humbling case of hiccups you think you've ever had.

"Ells!" you whined, a new flood of tears streaming from your eyes at the sight of your night in shining armour- your girlfriend.

"c'mon sweet girl" she huffed, hair thrown up messily in the usual half up, half down style, clad in red and black checkered pyjama pants, black hoodie that was splattered with paint topped off with the obnoxious lime green crocks you'd gotten her for her one Christmas, of course decked out in charms shed collected over the past few months.

before you could even process it you were sitting in the passenger seat, leather seats sticking to your sweat glazed skin, and sobs turning to hiccups.

this had been the worst night out you'd had since your 21st. and as soon as the car revved and moved down the road, Ellie's hand pressed firmly on your bare thigh, the fabric of your dress not long enough to cover the majority of your thigh.

"what happened sweet girl?" oh and by that one question, it's like Ellie had opened a flood gate.

firstly, you got to the club of choice after having to walk almost a mile from where your designated driver had parked, accompanied by a couple of friends. after queuing on the curb for almost thirty minutes, you reached the front of the queue and then promptly realized you had left you purse. with your id. in the car. a mile away.

so after you'd trekked all the way to the car, retrieving your purse and id, getting back to the club, queuing for another 30 minutes, on your own this time- as your friends who had not forgotten their id decided to go in and leave you to sort your shit out.

let's just say you were already a little pissed off.

secondly, you got in the club and it stunk. not just of sweat and booze, but piss. fucking piss. and to top that all off you couldn't find your friends so- you did what any other sane person would do and ordered shots.

shots that were actually doubles, but of course you hadnt realized that until way too late.

which leads into the final stage of the night, your head being deep in a grimy toilet bowl, knees bruised from having to kneel on tiles that were not grouted properly and pieces of them shot out and cut at your skin.

and by that point you had gotten out your phone, which was now on 7% charge because you had offers to use your GPS and it drained all your battery, and was a blubbering mess on call with your girlfriend.

you would later have to retell the story again, as apparently according to Ellie- she couldn't understand a word you were saying, just nodding along in a desperate attempt to keep you awake long enough to get a glass of water and a slice of toast down you.

it must have been during your tangent when you'd gotten home, as when you finally finished your incoherent mumbling you were sitting on the beat up leather couch of yours and Ellie's apartment, a couch you'd hated as soon as you moved in, but Ellie had a weird attachment to so it stayed in it's place, the first thing you saw when you entered the home.

Ellie was kneeling in front of you, sitting between your thighs and facing you, holding up a large glass of water,

"sip baby" she spoke softly, to which you groaned.

"do- do- I haveeeeeee to?" you whined, batting your eyelashes in an attempt to distract your girlfriend "jus' wan' sleep"

"you can sleep after you drink that." after another groan you took a sip of the glass of water- admittedly, it was refreshing, however you still gagged to prove a point.

"good girl" she purred, standing up and kissing your forehead, moving over to the cabinet to grab a packet of pills.

"fuck off"

she laughs, moving back with a small white pill in the palm of her hand, to which you begrudgingly take after Ellie promises to take you to get ice cream the day after.

you felt your eyelids droop once more, you couldn't tell if it was sleep, or just your false eyelashes becoming suddenly very heavy, you whine "'m tired ells..."

"alright I hear you, c'mon baby" she sighs, leaving a half eaten piece of toast on the coffee table, one arm supporting your back and the other under your knees as she made her way to your bedroom, plopping you on the mattress and you sigh, already drifting to sleep before you screech at the feeling of something wet in your face.

"hey- hey" Ellie laughs, "I'm just taking off your makeup baby, just taking off your makeup", she smiles, dragging a cotton pad across your skin, taking off the creams and powders you had applied previously, smudged mascara coming off with it.

Ellie was thankful you'd taken off your clothes as soon as you stepped foot into the apartment saying something which she thinks was "dresses like these are modern day torture devices"- but with the way you slur your words when drunk she could never be sure, leaving you just in your underwear, making her job a whole lot easier.

trying to maneuver you, who had now dropped on the mattress like a deadweight, would've been a too strenuous task for 3am.

after discarding the used wipes and pulling your hair back into a very messy ponytail, Ellie scooted in beside you, the mattress sinking as you unconsciously snuggle in closer, head nuzzling into the girls neck, her hand going around to caress your back, soothing you into an easy sleep.

the hangover tomorrow was going to be horrible.

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The third time I've tried to write this, I almost gave up 🥰

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     Y/n hated when her heart started and her boyfriend was gone. She also didn’t like bothering him when he was at work but she was desperate for his help. 

     “Hey baby,” Changbin’s voice came through the speaker

     “Binnie,” Y/n whined

     “Everything okay? Do you need me to come home?” She could hear the worry protectiveness in his voice.

     “Please. My heat—“

     “You started?!”

     “Yeah…”

     “Damn it, I was off by a couple days.” She heard him grabbing his things and saying bye to someone before a door closed. “I’m on my way home. Are you in your nest?”

     “Yeah. Smells like you.”

     “Is it still strong?”

     “No.”

     “I’ll be there in ten minutes baby.”

     “M’kay,” 

     She curled up into the little nest she had made earlier as she waited as patiently as she could for her boyfriend to come home. The past mating season, Changbin had just so happened to be home so it wasn’t a huge deal. They both knew it was starting soon and he swore up and down he knew when it was going to start just for it to be off for a couple days. He had been through heats and seasons with her before. The alpha learned last year that her heats became very intense because of the breeding season— not that he minded one bit. But they still weren’t entirely sure about having a liter just yet. But all his alpha instincts were kicking into high gear. Especially as he got closer to the front door, her scent strong.

      The second he had the door locked, he dropped everything and headed to their bedroom, finding her curled up in the pile of blankets, pillows, and his sweatshirts and clothes. Y/n’s head perked up as she smelled him. Changbin pulled off his shirt and added to her nest pile as he climbed over her.

     “How long before you were gonna call me?” Changbin asked, kissing down her neck. Taking quick notice that she was still in her sleep shirt and nothing else.

     “Tried holding off till you were off,” Y/n admitted

     “Glad you didn’t,” Changbin admitted, hands slipping under her shirt and pulling it off her head.

     Y/n let him toss the clothing to the side before pressing his lips to hers. Y/n moaned into his mouth as her hands wandered down to the waistband of his pants, trying to get them undone as his hard-on pressed against her. “Bin,” Y/n whined

     “Been sitting here waiting for me to breed your pretty pussy?” Changbin teased as he helped her get the rest of his clothing off his bottom half.

     “Mhmm,” Y/n agreed

     Changbin got the rest of his clothes off and in the pile, letting them join the nest as Y/n wrapped her legs around him. Changbin smiled at her as he grabbed the back of her knees and pressed her legs to her chest. He watched her flush before his eyes flickered down to her wet cunt. Ready to take him.

     Changbin rested her legs on his shoulders as he leaned forward. He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the underside of his shaft against her folds before finally slipping inside her. Y/n moaned as she grabbed one of the items behind her.

     “Good girl,” He groaned and started thrusting in and out of her, “Just lay there and let Binnie take care of you. Let me fill you up. Give you a litter this year?” 

     “Please! Want your pups,” Y/n agreed, brain clouded with the need to be bred by him. 

     Changbin was the same. He knew once she told him that her heat started that he had to help and take care of her. But the second her scent had hit his nose, that was all forgotten— somewhat— and replaced with needing to fill her up. Pump her full of his seed till it was spilling out of her and then fill her again. That was evident in the way he was thrusting into her, even as her walls clenched around him. 

     “Close, Bin. Need…”

     “Yeah? Your Binnie taking good care of you?”

     “Yes!”

     “Gonna show me how good I’m doing? Cum all over me then let me knot you?” 

     Y/n barely nodded as she could feel the knot start to plump up. He was close and she was closer. Falling over the edge in pleasure as he took her through it. Holding onto her thighs as he pushed himself inside her, his knot swelling up and locking them together as his cum filled her up.

     Changbin managed to wrap her legs around his waist as lay on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. Y/n caught her breath as she felt the alpha kissing her chest and shoulder, licking a few patches of skin. “More…” Y/n begged

     “Gonna have to wait, pretty girl. We’ve got all the time in the world for more.”

     “But…”

     Changbin chuckled then sat up on his forearms and pressed his lips to hers. Y/n returned the kiss and cupped his jaw. “Promise I’m gonna fuck you through this till you’re tired or pregnant with my pups, got it?”

     “Think the latter will come first,” Y/n replied

     “We’ll just have to find out, huh mama?”

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[runninriot]

written for the @corrodedcoffinfest prompt 'behind the scenes'

fun to be famous

wc: 1000 | rated: M | cw: language | tags: famous Corroded Coffin, musicians Jeff, Gareth and Frank, frontman Eddie Munson, model Steve Harrington, the 'struggles' and perks of being famous

Eddie hates photo shoots. Hates the clothes the stylist chose for him to wear. Hates having to pose like a soulless mannequin just to portray some bullshit cliché - surrounded by cheap props like fucking plastic skulls with red glowing eyes that look absolutely hideous. Really ruins the magic of the end result when you know what’s going on behind the scenes.

But he knows it’s part of the game, part of what makes people want to buy their albums, and merch, and come to their shows.

It’s a small price to pay, really, when put in perspective. Because what’s a few hours of being uncomfortable if in return, they get to live their fucking dream.

To be the rock stars they always wanted to be, playing sold-out shows in huge arenas, listening to massive crowds singing their songs back to them.

Still, he hates it.

Especially because they always put him upfront, always the centerpiece of every goddamn magazine cover, as if the other members don’t matter as much. It's stupid but his band mates never complain about it. And maybe he brought it upon himself for being a bit of an attention whore on stage.

It was never a conscious choice; he’s always just being himself. Sue him for looking damn fucking good in his mesh tops, and skin-tight leather pants. For loving to make the crowd go wild when he struts around with his pierced nipples out in the open, wearing a skirt that barely covers his best bits, and thigh-high boots.

He loves to be just a little extravagant and coquettishly playful when putting on a show.

That, and the fact that he's always been unashamedly open about his sexuality and his many hook-ups in the past, gave him a certain… reputation. And he’s completely fine with that, really, as long as the way they’re marketing said image doesn't take away from the really important stuff, which is and always has been the music.

They are good at what they do, all of them, didn’t become famous for nothing.

Jeff, Gareth and Frank are exceptionally gifted musicians. And Eddie doesn’t just say this because they’ve been his best friends forever. It’s a fact. And without them, Corroded Coffin wouldn’t be the band it is.

Eddie wouldn’t be who he is without them.

That’s why he wants to protest when the photographer suggests to do a few shots of just Eddie, to ‘give the people what they want.’, but his treacherous friends beat him to it, agree happily to step back and let them do their thing.

He’s told to sit down on some kind of makeshift throne like he’s the Dark Lord himself, while someone calls for someone else to ‘bring in the models’.

Eddie’s mouth falls open when he sees the two ravishing beauties that look like they’ve just tumbled out of a kinky fantasy. The girl is petite with big blue eyes and the cutest smile, her strawberry blond hair in a high ponytail, dressed in lace and leather, enhancing the perfect shape of her body. She’s gorgeous and totally his type, but-

It's the other model, the guy, who has Eddie's full attention. Because holy shit, that man’s a wet dream come true and for once, being in the spotlight doesn't seem so bad anymore.

Eddie thinks he might be in love.

The photographer is yelling instructions but Eddie can hardly hear what he's saying. He’s too distracted by the way the girl drapes herself lasciviously over the armrest on his left, making him feel hot all over with her closeness. And when the guy drops down to his knees in front of him, both hands on Eddie's thighs, looking up at him like he's a fucking God - Eddie forgets how to breathe.

He moves on autopilot, mindlessly following orders. Not once taking his eyes off the beautiful fucking good boy at is feet, thinking dirty rotten thoughts about all the things he'd do to him if this scenario was real and not just for reader-baiting purposes.

It all ends too soon. He could've done this for hours.

Eddie is in the dressing room when someone knocks at the door. And because he assumes it's one of his mates, he just calls for them to 'Come in!', unbothered by his state of undress, naked except for his underwear – nothing to hide once you've shared a tour bus so many times – standing with his back to the door, rummaging around in his suitcase for a fresh set of clothes.

"Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to as-ohmygod! I am so sorry! I didn't know you where-"

Eddie turns around so quickly it makes him dizzy, surprised to find not Gareth, or Frank, or Jeff but another a familiar set of eyes staring back at him.

It’s hot guy from earlier.

“You’re not a fan, huh?” Eddie asks with a cocky grin on his face, just a bit too proud of himself for how quickly he regained his composure. “Because if you were, you wouldn’t be so shocked to see me half-naked.” Eddie winks and pretty boy's face turns a deep cherry-red.

“No, I, uh, I mean, yes. I mean-,“ the guy struggles for words and it's so precious, Eddie wants to bite him.

“I wanted to ask you for an autograph.”

Oh please. Baby, you can have so much more.

“Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll sign my name if you give me your number. How’s that sound?”

When Eddie reunites with his friends 30 minutes later, Gareth is immediately onto him.

“Please tell me you didn’t just fuck the model.”

“His name is Steve and you know what they say - what happens behind the scenes, stays there.”

“Literally no one says that. And you’re a slut.” Gareth laughs and Frank and Jeff agree.

They're not wrong, Eddie’s definitely a slut for Steve. And he can’t wait to meet him at the hotel room later to finish what they started.

[stqrgirlie0]

⋆✮theodore nott-pt 4✮⋆

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

you were running out of concealer, and it was showing. the purplish blue bruise less inconspicuous than the day before. theo had no chill when it came to hickeys- even though you guys weren’t official yet, he saw no problem in marking you his. one could say it just happens in the moment, and honestly why would anyone blame him- especially when he had you pressed up against the wall, head tilted back, mouth parted open, eyes closed and your neck and collarbone exposed. he just can't help himself.

it was becoming a daily routine, everyday right after last period you'd walk past the same empty classroom and everyday you'd hear someone whisper your name from behind the door. not very long after you'd be unbuttoning theo's shirt while he picked you up and sat you onto a desk. your fingers would tangle between theo's fluffy curls while his lips littered kisses and hickeys. soft pants from the both of you filled the air, and your were more than glad that theo did his little magic and muffled the room's noise to the outside. the sound of theo ripping your tights made you gasp out loud as you gave theo a light smack on his shoulder, while he muttered a 'i'll buy you new ones.’ soft kisses planted into your inner thighs and as soon as he was on his knees, he got down to business- ate you out like he didn't have breakfast in the morning. euphoric- that's how you felt every single time this man was on his knees, stars were starting to form in your vision. squeezing your eyes shut, fingers gripping his hair and the edge of the desk, you reached your climax and theo was all over you again, fervent kisses with teeth clashing and soft giggles in between.

obviously you guys hadn't been caught yet, but even if you did, i doubt that it would stop the two of you. this whole thing between you and theo hadn't been out in the open yet, so every moment between you two in front of the group was seen as an interaction between two "friends". it wasn't the best thing however it wasn't the worst. the thrill of getting caught and no one knowing egged on both of your antics, but not being able to grab theo and kiss him in front of the girls that cannot keep their eyes off of him, took a lot off self control. then again having this little secret meant that no one could have a problem with it- what they didn't know couldn't hurt them right?

unsettling thoughts would cross your mind so frequently, that you found yourself asking the question 'what are we?’. not dating but talking, talking but not progressing- what the hell was going on. you wanted it to work out you really did, so why didn't he just ask you out? and just like that your wish was granted- be careful what you wish for tho.. it was romantic you'll admit it- the candle, the flowers, the chocolates, the black lake glistening in the moonlight and the warm breezy air blowing your hair. it was literally a scene out of a romcom and you felt like you would literally MELT for the man right then and there. everything was perfect- so why was there still this iffy feeling? i'll tell you why- despite all of this lovey dovey, will-you-be-my-girlfriend stuff, our man Mr Theodore Nott asked to STILL keep it a secret. now why on gods green earth would he ask that? obviously you wouldn’t let this ruin you mood, you were on cloud nine girl!! but that bridge was fast approaching, and you were gon have to cross it at some point.

months pass by, and you've both still kept it a secret, but boy has it taken a toll on your side. keeping secrets, lying, it's never been your thing and you hate doing it to the people you love and care about. was it all worth it, was it worth the lack of energy and excitement? your secret link ups with theo got more frequent over time obviously- and maybe it was just because your friends just didn't hang out with you because you'd always run off, to him, for him. your lack of energy doesn't go unnoticed, and obviously it's brought up. just not in the nicest way. you're accused of not putting any effort into the relationship, and this sets you off-you see literal red.

‘i don’t know what you’re talking about theo.’ you sigh, standing up.

‘i’m talking about the 0 effort you put into our relationship,’ he says pacing across his dorm room and rubbing his temple. ‘every time we get time alone it’s like as if you can’t wait to fucking go back to your friends or some shit, what the fuck is going on.’

‘what’s going on? what’s going on?’ you seethe, walking right up to him. ‘i’ll tell you what’s going on. it’s that i can’t take this fucking secret thing further. there i said it, i CANT do it.‘ you wave your hands up in surrender.

‘so what, that’s it?’

‘i don’t know, do you want it like that? theo we can’t even talk until we’re behind closed doors, it’s like we’re trapped. you say i put no energy and effort into this, but maybe it’s because i use it all up lying and making excuses for us. it’s not working out..’

the argument only ended with tears and slammed doors. nights that you used to smoke with theo on, turned into nights you sat by yourself, leaning your head against the window, accompanied by only your thoughts. every day going to lessons and acting normal was truly a test, especially when theo would still catch you with his longing eyes across the room. it was so hard but you couldn’t give up, you owed yourself at least that much. your heart yearned for the boy, for the way he would brush your hair out of your face, for the way he would look at you- like you were the prettiest girl in the world, for the way he’d play with your hands every time you slept. it was getting harder and harder by the day, and theo wasn’t finding it any easier. he also longed for how your fingers would play with his hair, for how your nails would scratch down his back. so it wasn’t long before the both of you snapped, and there you guys were making out in the corner of the empty corridor. your top two buttons undone and theo’s hands firmly planted at the sides of your waist, lifting your shirt up a bit as his fingers pressed into your skin. you felt his lips slowly travelling to the middle of your neck, your head leaning back against the wall to allow him as much skin as you could. his lips trailed back up again, finding your jawline as he pressed kisses along. the scene caused the majority of the students walking by, to avert their eyes and fasten their pace down the corridor.

i think it’s pretty much official now.

#i think pt 4’s come to a natural ending.. right.. #id like to confirm that there will not be a pt 5 xoxo #because i genuinely would not know what to write, but hopefully you guys enjoyed the (very unplanned) series♡ #lots of love xoxo

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[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

For the person, who requested the bullies König and Horangi I accidentally deleted the ask 😔 but! I tried to write down all that I remember and I think it's pretty much all of it. I hope you enjoy it and to let you know how happy you made me with your wonderful kind words💜.

(Warnings: Non-con, Force blowjob, Oral (Fem), Breeding, Humiliation, Degradation, Bullying, Panty sniffing, Full nelson, Creampies, Squirting, Force handjob, Choking, Hair pulling,)

This is dark! If this is not your thing please move past it. You don't have to hate on me just because you don't like what I write. I decided to make this a part one and put 2 because I feel like it would be too long if I didn't so.

Chewing on part of your bottom lip, you looked up at the building of the College you attended. Dark gray clouds dominated the usual blue sky, and the scent of rain heavily whiffed in the air. You huffed a sigh as you began to walk with your fellow students, you muttered thank you to the boy who was nice enough to open the bulky door for you as you watched the floor, squeezing your books more against your chest as you heard the hectic, loud chatter of friends meeting friends.

You hesitantly looked ahead and a few feet from your locker were the men who loved making your life miserable, you still felt the bruises from them holding your wrist too hard. König, the Star Quarterback and captain of the football team, and Horangi the most liked member of the basketball team. Both transfer students from different countries who became the populars of popular people. Horangi laughed and könig smiled as if someone must have made a good joke and like some sixth sense of torture, they looked your way, wicked smirks on their lips once they saw you.

Whoever was up there took pity on you and the ball rang, sparing you from their torturous ways, for now.

The ball rang for the last time, signaling the closing of the college and for everyone to head to their dorms. Slowly you packed your stuff, while the rest of your classmates hurried to leave your last class and go home. By the time you were walking to your locker, the hallway was bare of life, your footsteps brought a ghastly, eerie feeling to the otherwise silent path, it felt like you could hear your breathing echo around you.

You drop your backpack and shove your shelved books in it, sway it over your shoulder, and continue your journey to your dorm. Your yelp was muffed as a large hand clapped around your mouth and pulled you within a lightless janitor closet. "Don't scream unless you want to be hurt, Ja Liebling?" the austrian voice of one of your bullies purred from behind you and took his hand away. Horang stepped closer to you after turning on the light and reached out to move a stay hair behind your ear.

"P-please just let me g-go." you stuttered, heartbeat was beating like a drum in your ears. "No can do, sweetheart." König cooed, spun you around, forced you to your knees, fisted your hair, and shoved your face against his bulge, "Scheiße! Braves Mädchen! (fuck! good girl!)" he groaned, throwing his head back,  and squeezed his celeste eyes shut as he humped your cheek, in desperate strokes. "Such a good girl." Horangi purred in agreement as he replaced his best friend's hand and yanked your head back as König rushed to unbelt his pants and pulled them down, his girthy dick slapped his stomach from his fast movements. Your eyes widen at the sight, he is long, veiny, big, and has an uncut head. 

Both men chuckled and smiled wickedly at your terrified expression. König pumped his cock, pre-cum drooling out of the slit on his bulbous tip, suddenly he thrusted his dick into your maw and throat, you gagged harshly, you never sucked a dick before, and if you have it wouldn't be as huge.

Horangi pushed your head forward as König drew his hips back and snapped them, causing you to gag again. The salty/ sweet pre-cum overpowered your taste buds as König used your throat as a fleshlight, a mess of saliva and pre-cum pouring down your chin, his sticky heavy, full balls smacked your chin his ginger pubes dark and wet. They smelled a little bit musky an almost addiction scent.

You peaked through your eyelashes and the sight above you had your core heat up with slick. König'd broad chest heaved and sweat glued his usual fluffy and mid-ear cut hair to his forehead, his groans and moans high-pitched in tone. His thrusts fasten, his balls tighten, and unexpectedly robes of his warm cum, painted your mouth white and forced you to swallow every drop.

Once he pulled out after staying in place, you coughed have nearly choked on his jizz. You didn't have time to rest when you were lifted from your spot on the tiled floor and pushed into Horangi's chest "Forgot about me,여자 아기? (babygirl)". He pouted before taking off your shirt, bra, and skirt and when he got to your panties, he took a deep whiff of the crotch area, his honey-brown eyes rolling back in his head as he inhaled the tang of your arousal. 

You whimper as your body begins to heat up at the pervy vision of his clear satisfaction.

When your form was completed naked you shoved back into his taller, giant companion. Your back against his chest, your legs now in his forearms and hands behad your head as he lined his cock with your opening "Don't worry Schatz, I'm gonna fuck this whore of cunt till you see Sterne. (Stars)" he said before dropping you down onto it, inch by inch buried into your cunt until he was balls deep. "Scheiße!(Fuck!)" König growled and drilled his cock up.  Each snap of his hips slammed his tip to your cervix, it was so fucking good! You aren't a virgin but they never had any good rhythm, never moved their hips at a good angle. You moaned feeling Horangi's pink tongue lapping at your clit, hooking into the hood and König jerked his cock at an angle that glazed your G-spot and cervix with powerful thrusts. Hornagi used the tip of his tongue to flick to his friend's movements before suckling in your swollen bud and the knot within broke, your pussy clenched and sprayed your juices onto König's dick and balls, a load of warmth filled with your cunt, thag must have been the groaning man that hold you in his arms cum. 

You panted but you didn't have the time to rest as your back touched the cool tile and your leg threw over Horangi's shoulder, eyes black and hair messy like he ran his fingers through to push back his bangs that stop semi-past his eyebrows, his blue jeans off and his dick hard. His was just as thick yet not as long as Königs, the head cut, and balls heavy, ready to pour his potent in a breedable hole. He wasted no time and slammed into your wet core, Horangi leaned down, and the very motion dug himself deeply, "Is our little toy ready to get her brains fucked out?" Horangi chuckled as you whined pathetically for him to move. A second chuckle joined with his, and  from your peripheral König kneeled by you, pumping his cock "Ja, she's already becoming a cock hungry whore for us." König grinned grabbed hold of your hand, and made your fist his large cock. You felt a wave of humiliation and embarrassment but that didn't last as Horangi began to jackhammer into you, grinding into your cervix, his now wet dark pubes became sticky with slick rubbed at your bud of nerves and that was enough to get your toes curling, your moans, and squeals was music to your bullies. Just as good as a song from your whimpers of pain when they hurt you.

"Goddamn bitch!" Horangi growled in pleasure, the feeling of your clenching cunt edged him closer to his climax, and he'd never admit but your pussy was the best he had so far. His pounding was harsh, fast , and precise, you gasped as he kissed you deeply, sneaking his tongue past your lips and swirling around yours. All the while König groaned at the sight, watching you become more and more cockdrunk, he bit his lip as he fucked your closed hand like your core.

With one thrust Hroangi spilled his seed into your already cum filled cunt his hips continued to jerk and stutter. You came with a powerful vengeance, your body couldn't handle it. And the void welcomed you into it's dark embrace.

(shout to @diejager and @konigsblog for making me addicted to these men)

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request: “Hmm… Hashira! reader who is normally shy gets drunk and flirts with a white hatted stranger. they don’t know he’s the demon king, & muzan humors them. turns out drunk reader is very charismatic and entertaining, ended up making out with muzan for a while. like, a hour. when the big battle happens, they encounter muzan and reader remembers everything, feeling their lips to still feel muzan’s on them. shy hashira reader is red faced and stuttering lol”

AN: heya, very sorry for the long delay of this ask. i’ve been extremely busy for the past 2 weeks but i’m gonna take some time off to complete this. as an apology for my absence, i decided to take it upon myself to make this a 2 PART story (this might be counted as a series). i will also like to add that, i kinda exaggerated his outfit he was wearing because like.. it was thoughts running throughout my head. so just a heads up, i’m a little descriptive of his outfit. and MAYYYY… have gotten carried away on this one. so i apologize in advance 🙏🏾.

request by @cursetopia

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 - pt. 1

pt. 1 | pt. 2

muzan x hashira! reader

warnings/notes: 16+ blog, semi-nsfw, suggestive content, dancing/clubbing (yk, they might be all touchy-feely or wtv), grinding, making out, modern(ish?) au mixed with the present (if that makes sense).

synopsis: you are a shy hashira who has took the time to cut loose, enjoy yourself; until you encounter a man in a white hat. things turn very intimate until a few days later, you encounter him again. not expecting he was the enemy… the enemy who the DSC hates the most.

you were feeling very bold tonight. you don’t know what it was, but your shy nature wasn’t there anymore when you were out on the dance floor, letting loose and releasing your inner freak. you order a couple of drinks and got yourself to the point you forgot where you was. enjoying yourself to the fullest; ignoring the people that surrounded you.

but you senses started to somewhat sneak in, feeling a presence coming straight towards you. you got a good look at him even if your vision relatively blurry. he was wearing a black/sliver vest, a white-long sleeved dress shirt, and some black dress pants and sliver loafers. he’s kinda over-dressed for this type of environment but you didn’t even seem to care. he lifts up the white hat that was covering his face, revealing his beautiful crimson but vibrant eyes.

the way his eyes shined within the dim lights in the room everyone was in, was breathtaking. he was undeniably attractive and you were too stunned to speak, even though you weren’t even sober. the music that was playing shifted into a more intimate vibe. so people are about to to get real touchy.

you started to sway your hips to the beat and eventually making your way towards him; wrapping your arms around his neck, closing the gap between you two.

he chuckled and admired how bold you’ve been, ever since you saw him. he puts his hands on each side of your hips, moving to the rhythm.

“i’ve never seen somebody so overdressed in this type of establishment…” you smirked. he laughs to himself, not denying the fact that; it is true.

“well, i like to stand out from the crowd. not dressing the way others do it, nowadays,” he replied, still helping to swaying your hips. you nod at his response and took it in as you go.

“what’s your name?” he asked curiously.

“y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n. the names muzan.” he smiled.

“well muzan, all this staring is making me uncomfortable. wanna go somewhere private?” you asked.

he nods as you lead him to some dark corner, away from the people entering the club. as soon as your back hits the wall, your lips crashed onto his. he wraps his arms around your waist, deepening the kiss and licking your bottom lip to be let inside your mouth.

you gladly allowed him to do so and moan in his mouth. you felt a knee go against your crotch. you let out a gasp, letting more arousal build up between you both. he notices and takes the lead by moving his knee and listening to your moans come out from your throat.

you both continue to make love in the corner until the night was over.

-

AN: welp, that’s the end of part 1; i really hope you all enjoyed. i’m trying to experiment with newer writing styles and see what i like best. stay tuned for part 2 (coming soon)! also, be sure to like & reblog. it motivates me to continue to create content! you don’t have to, just a suggestion <3.

© Please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, edit, or repost any of my works on any third-party websites or apps (ex. Wattpad, Ao3).

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Happy Holidays! Could I have Housewardens + Jamil with a female s/o who cooks/bakes food for the holidays for them and their dorms? Thank you!

I'm so sorry that this took so long, Anon! I hope you had your fair share of happy holidays in the past few weeks!

Riddle Rosehearts

What you made: Strawberry tart with chocolate message over the top

It was a no-brainer that Riddle favored strawberry tarts over all other desserts, so you decided to add something that would definitely appeal to his sweet tooth. You had chosen to write a message upon the tart in chocolate.

The following day, you went to Heartslabyul and presented a neatly wrapped box to your boyfriend. The Housewarden had to admit that he wasn’t expecting a gift from you, but he was excited nonetheless. He carefully unwrapped the box to see a neatly packaged tart with a message in chocolate, saying Happy Holidays!

He then led you over to the table that he was previously sitting at and asked you to stay and share the dessert with him. It was silly to think one would eat a tart on their lonesome when they had such great company. He waited until you sat down to push your chair in. He cut the tart into two pieces, and you both had a wonderful time hanging out with each other.

Leona Kingscholar

What you made: Medium-rare 8 oz. steaks with mashed potatoes and collard greens

You knew how much Leona loved meat, but you also knew that he hated vegetables. So you invited him over for a low-key date. He was down, mainly because you agreed that you would cuddle with him under the stars as you both enjoyed a picnic with each other.

When Leona showed up in his pj’s along with a few blankets, he had to admit that you looked gorgeous, even though you were just wearing plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. When you both sat down, he didn’t like how far away you were from him so he pulled you closer. Your knees were touching, and he got his serving (he even picked up some greens).

For the next few hours, you both just talked about whatever came to mind. Leona told you about how there was a legend in his homeland that said the stars were the great kings that passed years ago. He expected you to laugh, but you had fallen asleep. He took this time to admire you and how sweet you were for making sure he had a good meal.

Azul Ashengrotto

What you made: Fried chicken with green beans, sweet potatoes, and fried okra

Azul had invited you over to the Mostro Lounge for a private date in his office. He hadn’t been able to hang out with you all week and he missed you, so you thought it would be extra special to make him his favorite food. However, since you knew that Azul was worried about gaining weight, you paired the chicken with some healthier sides.

When the cecaelia sees you in the doorframe, he is so relieved. He walks over and presses a kiss on your cheek while he takes the food from your hands and places it on his desk. When he opens it, he is immediately hit with the wonderful smells.

He was trained to be a gentleman, so he had you sit down across from him at his desk and he even pushed in your chair for you. As you both served yourselves, you indulged in great conversations. Azul deems the fried chicken as the best he’s ever had. Maybe it’s because his girlfriend made it for him and therefore was made with your love. He’s been told that it makes food taste better.

Kalim Al-Asim

What you made: Mango mochi with coconut milk.

You were aware of Kalim’s taste for coconut, so you decided to make him a dessert that had elements of coconut in it. It ended up being a Japanese-tropical theme dessert in the end, but you were absolutely certain that your boyfriend was going to love it.

The excitement on his face as he opened Scarabia’s door to find you with a container of food. He trusted you with his life, and that meant you were able to make him some food without him feeling like he was in danger of being poisoned. He led you to the lounge where he helped you to the ground. He sat next to you and opened the container.

He had to admit that this was one of the best desserts he has ever had. The mango and coconut paired nicely with each other. You held up a mochi to his mouth and he ate it out of your hand. Before you had the chance to bring your hand back down, he quickly swallowed the mochi and pressed a kiss to the palm and gave you a beaming smile.

Jamil Viper

What you made: Thai chicken coconut curry 

You both decided that since Jamil wouldn’t be able to have time to hang out with you by yourselves, it was best for you to join him in making dinner for his dorm. Curry was chosen to be the main course, and so you rolled up your sleeves and started making it.

You both had fun cooking with each other. It was one of your favorite pastimes, and it made Jamil’s chore seem more tolerable. You were a great team, and you operated as though you could read each other’s minds. It was truly a magnificent sight.

As you were finishing setting up the table, Jamil quietly walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips while burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled you, but you leaned back into his arms. He whispered a small thank you, and you just stood there for a bit until it was time to serve dinner.

Vil Schoenheit 

What you make: A strawberry-banana smoothie with rutabaga vegetable shakshuka

Vil likes to eat healthy, so you decided that you should make him breakfast so he doesn’t always have to drink the smoothies he makes every single morning. You texted him the night before and told him that you were making him food for him in the morning so that he wouldn’t make anything.

He admitted to himself that he was very excited to see what you would make. He was certain you knew his food preferences, and he knew about your talents in the culinary arts. He is placing a lot of trust in you since breakfast is the most important meal of his day. You gently woke him up, and it was a waking up he welcomed happily.

He thought the food was heavenly, it was a nice change of pace rather than having another smoothie by itself. He was happy to hear that all the ingredients were clean and healthy, and he considers taking you up on your offer about giving him some recipes he could try. Before you left, he made sure to place a gentle kiss on your temple before walking you to the door.

Idia Shroud

What you make: Chocolate Peppermint Cookies

Your lovely boyfriend had a sweet tooth himself, so you thought that you would treat him to some cookies. Since the holidays were nearing, you thought it was fitting to incorporate some candy canes into the treat. That’s how you came up with the idea.

The next afternoon, when classes were out of session, you brought the container of cookies over to Ignihyde. Idia opened the door and kind of pulled you inside. At this point, he had gotten very comfortable around you and was slowly growing accustomed to physical touch. He looked at the cookies and he was touched that you would go out of your way to do something like this for him.

You reached in, grabbed a cookie, and brought it to Idia’s mouth. The ends of his hair went bright pink as he leaned forward and took a bite out of the baked good. He treasured soft moments like these more than you would ever know.

Malleus Draconia

What you made: Peppermint bark ice cream

Over the course of your relationship Malleus has given you so much, such as the heart of his dragon hoard. You decided that since they didn’t have the best chef in Diasomnia, you would repay a small ounce of his generosity by making him his favorite frozen treat.

The dragon fae was super excited when he saw you at the front door of his dorm, and you seemed to have a basket in your hand. After gently taking it from you when you entered, he set it on the table before going to wrap you in a hug. You then took his hand and led him to the basket, and took out the preserved container of ice cream.

The expression on his face made you think of a golden retriever getting a treat. As he dives in (don’t worry, you get a serving as well), you explain the intention behind it. He stops eating and tells you with a straight face that he gave you the emerald because he saw you as his mate and that it was basic dragon culture to give their lover the heart of their hoard. You blushed so freaking hard.

[keeloves]

Canon things Georgia has done.

1. Constantly uprooted her children and moved around a lot to where none of them could make a friend.

2. Doesn’t hesitate to harm children when they harm her children such as cutting the brakes on a little boy’s bike when he shoved Ginny down and she scraped her knee, and breaking Zach’s nose because he broke Austin’s Glasses

3. Constantly shoves it in Ginny’s face that she never had a childhood and that she sacrificed a lot for her while dismissing Ginny’s trauma

4. Raised Ginny in Poverty despite the fact that Zion’s parents would have helped her out. There is no indication that they wouldn’t have helped her. 

5. Became a serial killer. One kill was to get rid of her abusive ex, the other was to kill someone who was going to sexually assault Ginny and the other was a mercy Kill. Still knowing your mom is a serial killer is a lot of pressure.

6. Made of fun of Cynthia to Joe for looking a mess knowing her husband was dying and still said she would still look amazing if her husband was dying

7. Failed to warn Ginny she had two guns in the house and they also ended up pointing the guns at each other

8. Throws out perfectly good food and probably around $300 worth of groceries just because Ginny said wasn’t hungry not even thinking about Austin her nine-year-old son and then made a jab at Ginny for not working. After she threw the food away she gave Ginny the double finger. 

9.Lied to Paul about only having one gun in the house

10. Finds out about Ginny self-harming by reading her therapy journal and goes in starts yelling at her and then proceeds to tackle her which basically forces Ginny to pull down her pants and show her mom her burn marks. 

11. Screws Ginny’s window shut. Yes, Ginny was sneaking in a boy through the window but that was not the way to go about it. For one it’s a fire hazard, it’s not safe and if there ever was a fire how would Ginny escape?

12. She smokes with Ginny’s boyfriend and acts like her daughter’s peer. It’s not cute, Georgia is not cool and its weird.

13. Forces herself into Ginny’s therapy session, and even when Ginny tells Georgia issues, she has with her Georgia still wants Ginny to appreciate her. Georgia has a habit of weaponizing her own trauma to dismiss Ginny’s. She also kind of mocked Ginny’s therapy session

14. Dressed as Scarlet O’Hara a racist figure for Halloween and when Ginny told her it bothers her Georgia dismissed it and didn’t see the issue.

15. She acts like she respects like her daughter’s boundaries when she really doesn’t. Two examples, her smoking with Marcus and her barging in on Ginny’s therapy session.

16. She took out credit cards in her children’s name resulting in Ginny’s credit score being ruined before Ginny could legally get a credit card. Then Georgia had the audacity to be upset with Ginny for using Austin’s card. Yes, Georgia did it for survival but still who wouldn’t be upset about their parent ruining their credit score before they were old enough to obtain credit themselves? Yes she did it to put Gil away which was clever but still I agree with Ginny why not get something out of it?

17. She tells her 16-year-old daughter she is afraid of her despite the fact she has no qualms of harming children, she is a serial killer by definition since she killed three people. She has a criminal past, and she is the one who lied by omission about having two guns in the house. This caused Ginny and Georgia to point guns at each other because both were startled. Yet this woman had the audacity to tell her daughter she feared her? Your daughter fears you.

18. Instead of trying to talk to Ginny rationally she immediately starts attacking her or tries to be her friend. That’s very weird and not cool at all.

19. Tried to put alcohol in her English’s teacher’s desk. Yes, Georgia did it out of love for Ginny but in the long run it sets Ginny up to be hated on, sets her up for racist microaggressions. Yes, Georgia loves Ginny, but she fails to see the full picture of her actions on how they might affect her daughter. 

I am sure I am missing some, but these are all things Georgia has done. People keep saying Ginny wants mommy issues or that she makes her mommy issues worse than what they are. when all of the thing I listed above would be enough to have mommy issues. Whether people acknowledge it or not Georgia is one of Ginny’s triggers for her-self harming. Why on Earth would anyone feel like they could talk to their mom when they have extreme reactions. This fandom does one of two things, one it infantilizes a grown white woman while dismissing a biracial girl trauma, and two they give Georgia praise for doing the bare minimum as a parent. Ginny never said she wasn’t grateful. Ginny can be grateful and still feel the way she does. It’s also hard to be grateful when a parent constantly weaponizes their trauma and sacrifices they made for you to minimize trauma their child might have experienced. Yes Georgia has trauma however her trauma does not negates Ginny’s trauma. 

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Ron/chris prompt, if you don't mind?

While still flying together, Ice and Slider go missing, hurt probably, but alive somehow.

Mav goes against orders and secrecy and warns Chris, because Chris deserves to know and Mav needs someone who understand. They don't know what happened, nor if their boyfriends are even alive. They cam only wait for them to come home to them

Aki I will quite literally never mind writing about them.

Mav was off on forced leave when he got the call. He was with Carol. He collapses, falls straight to his knees.

Technically he’s not supposed to know that they’re MIA, but somehow the admiral got a soft spot for him and called.

God it’s only been a year since top gun. He can’t lose Tom without not knowing so much about him.

Oh god.

Chris.

Chris who is in small town in Texas waiting for three weeks from now where they get to meet a ship together and have their boyfriends back.

Mav dodges past Carol and throws up. “It’s fine I can’t talk about it. But they’re MIA. I gotta go.” Carol looks worried. She gives him a hug and a kiss on his head. “Go we love you it’ll be fine.”

He’s gotta tell Chris. He can’t not tell him. He’s known them both for so long this might kill him. He gets the next flight to Texas.

Chris is woken up by pounding on his door. He has a split second where he thinks he missed his shift but no it’s a Saturday and also 4am.

He pulls on pants and wanders out to the front door, he opens it.

It’s Mav.

Chris knows what that means.

He starts crying. He starts shaking so hard he has to hold onto the wall. “It’s Ron isn’t it. He’s dead.”

Mav shakes his head, he pulls Chris into a hug. “It’s both of them. They’re MIA. Neither of us are even supposed to know.”

And just like that. Mav breaks. He realizes how bad this could be. He knows the odds. They collapse together on the porch. Holding on and crying.

“Mav you can’t go after them I can’t loose you too.” Their in bed now. Still holding on to each other. Chris had dug out a sweatshirt that’s so clearly Tom’s that it made Mav a little sick. He pulled it on without hesitation.

He sighs. “I can’t promise because the Navy might make me. But you know I’ll try.”

Chris let’s out a shaky breath. He just starts talking. “I’ve known them since I was 23. I don’t know how to live without them Mav.” He sniffs and smiles. “Have you had the experience of Tommy being really drunk and singing?” Mav shakes his head with a small smile “he doesn’t always losen up still. He’s been getting better though.”

Mav didn’t know that Chris had known them for so long. God no wonder Tom kept Ron’s accident a secret. That would’ve actually killed Chris.

~

It’s been three days. Three days of no sleep. Just straight walking.

Ron honestly doesn’t know exactly where they are. He just knows that Tom’s arm is broken and he’s got a hell of an concussion, and that they need to find people soon.

Fortunately they found water yesterday and have been following that. Where there’s water there’s people.

Tom hasn’t let go of his hand since yesterday. At first Ron thought it was so keep track of him. But the longer Ron watches he thinks it’s something more. The way Tom screamed when they had to land with their parachutes and how Ron had to sit for a second after landing.

He guesses it reminds him of a few years ago.

They’ve been hearing planes go over for the last day. People must be looking for them.

He hopes they find them before the cut on his leg makes him bleed out.

He can’t do that to Tommy.

God Chris.

If he thinks about Chris right now he won’t be able to focus.

“You doing okay Tommy?” “I want to go home and curl up with Mav. I wanna watch from the couch with him and see you and Chris be in the kitchen together dancing.”

Ron let’s out a small sob. He laughs. “I know. I do to.”

They keep going.

~

They’re back in California together. Chris refused to let Mav go back by himself, which Mav might never admit but he appreciates it. He hates sleeping by himself now. It’s been almost a year of sleeping with Tom. He’s too used to someone else breathing.

They share a bed. Chris wakes up with nightmares almost as often as Mav.

Mav had no idea Chris had so many nightmares. Thought he’d be free from that since he’s a civilian.

He couldn’t be more wrong.

The amount of times he’s woken up with Tom or Ron’s name in his mouth makes Mav think there’s a bit too much history of their boys coming back home to Chris injured.

They run on the beach together before Mav has to go to work. Chris has basically cleaned their entire house. He said he’s going to start on the flowerbeds next.

When they shower they cry. They both pretend to not hear it but they sob.

~

They stumbled into an air base. Tom can’t believe their luck. He turns to grab onto Ron but sees how pale he is. It’s been almost 9 days. He’s not shocked at how pale he is but it’s concerning. They’re in the med bay when a nurse asks how long Ron’s been bleeding.

Tom has no idea. “He never said he was. I didn’t know.”

She nods and touches his hair. It reminds him so much of his mom that he starts crying. She looks startled but ends up holding his hand until Ron is back. He’s got a blood drip.

“Hey Tommy.”

“Hey Ron. Ready to go home?”

~

Mav gets the call at around 6 am. They’re just about to leave on a run. When he hangs up he grabs onto Chris. “They found them.”

Chris collapses against the counter. He can’t believe it. “Alive?” “Alive.” He slides into the floor.

“They’re coming home today. Should be here by 7pm.”

“Oh god Mav.”

Chris starts crying with a smile this time. He knows it will be bad. Missing for 12 days will make it bad. He can’t wait to see Tom and Ron.

-

Chris can’t stop bouncing lightly in place. He’s technically not supposed to be here for this but Mav got him in.

They’re both walking off the plane.

Oh god.

When they finally reach the entrance to the building they see each other. Ron gasps. “Chris?”

“Hey flyboy.” Ron starts crying. It’s the first time since he found out they’re fine he’s cried. He grabs onto Chris. He doesn’t care who sees.

He can see Mav and Tom holding on just as tight.

They pull away and switch hugging. Ron and Mav hug for much shorter amount of time then Chris and Tommy.

They all hold hands when going into the hospital, they just have to get their blood tested and then they can go home.

4 months off.

Ron doesn’t want to say there’s an upside to this but he thinks there might be one.

-

They all go back to Tom and Mav’s place. “Chris what the fuck did you do to the flower beds?”

They’re huge. Tom doesn’t have any abilities to keep plants alive. Mav is worse then he is.

“Guess I’ll have to come back and take care of them then.”

Tom loops his unbroken arm around Chris and presses a kiss to his head. “Yeah you will.”

Ron smiles. He reaches out and puts a hand on Mav’s shoulder. “Thank you. Thank you for taking care of each other. You’ve got no idea how much it means to me.”

Mav smiles back, “Of course I was gonna tell him. I knew how badly I would want to know. I couldn’t leave him in Texas just waiting.”

“Hey y’all coming?” Ron smiles at Chris. He thinks it might be time to try and get married.

Maybe not legally. But physically. Mentally.

He’s got 4 months he can talk him into that. But now? He passes Mav over to Tom and takes Chris back. “Yeah we’re coming.” He kisses him. Doesn’t even care that they’re on the front porch.

He hears Mav make a shocked sound and knows Tom is kissing him also.

He pulls away. “Come on I wanna hold you.”

Chris smiles up at him. “Come on Tommy, I wanna watch you try and figure out things without your hand.”

They end up in the bedroom. Chris is leaned under Tom’s shoulder. Broken arm in his lap next to Ron’s head. Ron’s got a hand tossed over Tom’s legs holding onto Mav’s shirt. Mav is curled almost exactly like Ron. Chris keeps running his hands through Ron’s hair, Tom’s petting Mav almost the exact same. He can’t believe they’re as fine as they are.

He’s not religious. But he says thank you to the universe anyways.

[brett-is-afraid]

I Guess I'm Just A Play Date To You

Ship: cc!Fundy x George

Rating: Explicit

Request: Fnf one-sided love modern au based on the song "Play Date" - Melanie Martinez. George and Fundy are friends with benefits, Fundy develops feelings but he knows very well that George only plays with his "toys" (Dream, Fundy) or always chooses Wilbur over him and his company.

Warnings: Top Fundy, bottom George, safe sex, pillow princess George, anal, one-sided attraction, pining, friends with benefits, unhealthy relationships, angst.

Words: 1,175

Fundy groaned as he fucked into George harder. They’d been together long enough that he knew how the older man liked it, especially once he got closer to coming. As expected, it worked and George whined a bit higher in his throat. George was currently on his hands and knees in his bed, Fundy pressed close behind him and fucking into him. 

One hand was tight on George’s hip and the other was wrapped around his leaking cock, jerking him off in pace with his thrusts. George was still, just letting Fundy fuck him. He’d always been a bit of a pillow princess, but Fundy had never minded it. The view was great and he didn’t mind putting in the work. It certainly helped that George sounded pretty. 

Honestly, he hated this position. He liked being able to watch George’s face, pretending they were a real couple and not just two people who fucked sometimes. He knew it was a little messed up to pretend they were closer than they were, but he needed every now and then. It wasn’t fair that they were so close, yet still so far from where he wanted to be. He’d never pressure George, but he often wished he’d realize one day that he loved him. 

“Turn over for me,” Fundy panted once he realized he wasn’t going to be able to come like this. It felt too impersonal today, too much like George was only using him to get off. Which yeah, that was the case, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be reminded of it. “Flip over, baby. I wanna come in you,” He encouraged, pushing at George’s hip. 

George made a disgruntled noise, but flipped himself over. He watched Fundy expectantly until Fundy positioned himself in between his thighs. It didn’t take long before he was pressing back inside of him. His eyes were focused on George’s face now, watching every expression and taking pleasure in the fact he was causing them. 

He knew George slept with other people, but here in this moment, he was with Fundy. Every ounce of pleasure he experienced was from Fundy. He was letting Fundy fuck him. They might not have every moment, but they had this one and he was going to savor it while it lasted. Maybe that was why he always ran back. No matter how many times George blew him off to hang out with someone else, he kept crawling back to George. Having George even like this, it was better than not having him at all. 

“I’m close, Fundy. Keep going,” George encouraged, more like demanded, but Fundy complied either way. One arm curled under George’s waist to thrust into him quickly, the other hand reaching for George’s cock again. He was rewarded with a sweet moan and it only spurred him on more. Nothing felt as good as George did and getting to stare down at him now, it was close to perfection. “Keep going, sweet boy. Keep going,” He repeated. 

“I will. I’m gonna come inside you,” Fundy rambled, holding George tighter and pounding into him a bit rougher. He was so easy because the second George started using pet names, he would do anything for him. “Gonna fill you up,” He told him, although they both knew that wasn’t actually possible. George always made him wear condoms when they messed around and Fundy kind of resented it. 

He wished he could fuck him bare sometimes and a part of him wondered if he let his other partners fuck him without one. The image of actually getting to finish inside of George was hot, though, so he could look past the rational aspects of it. Fundy continued watching George, smiling when he saw his face scrunching up in the way it only did when he was close to finishing. He jerked him off a bit quicker, tightening his grasp. 

“Oh, fuck! So good,” George praised as he was finally pushed over the edge. He whined through his orgasm, spilling over Fundy’s hand. Fundy kept moving, thrusting and tugging in tandem until George was teetering on overstimulation. “Are you close?” He asked and Fundy knew that was his cue to take his hand off. He gave a nod of his head because he really was close. He doubled his efforts, pulling George a bit closer and quickening his pace. 

George looked downright bored by now and Fundy guessed he couldn’t blame him. He knew George was in it for the pleasure and once it was gone, he had a hard time pretending he was still invested. Fundy didn’t normally mind, but today, it was making it more difficult for him to come. If George had been visibly enjoying it in any way, he would’ve finished with no problem. He thought for a minute before devising a way to get himself off quicker, not wanting to take too long and risk having George make him pull out before he was done. 

“Let me kiss you. Please?” Fundy knew he sounded pathetic, he felt pathetic. He’d never had to beg for any kind of intimacy, let alone just a kiss. Now, he was willing to get down on his knees and beg for hours if it meant George would kiss him. George seemed to consider it for a moment and Fundy thought he was about to be rejected before George gave a small nod of his head. “Thank you,” He ducked down to press their lips together. 

It was brief and soft, but it was everything Fundy wanted and more. He wanted to be able to do this with him every day, whenever he wanted. He wanted so much more with George and in that moment, he could pretend that he might get it one day. Fundy continued kissing George until he came as well, groaning against him because he didn’t want to pull away. Soon, he needed air and had to break away, though. 

Fundy panted for breath and George was already nudging him off of his body, rolling over and sitting up in bed. He stretched out and Fundy could hear his bones popping quietly. He wished they got more time together after they were done, it all ended so abruptly. Every time he tried, George found a way to get out of it and Fundy had eventually given up on trying. Sometimes, George would be willing to cuddle with him, though.  “I’m going to go take a shower,” George told him and if it had been anyone else, Fundy would wonder if he was being invited to the shower as well. He’d very quickly learned that when George said he was showering, it meant he was showering alone. “I have to get up early tomorrow, you know?” And that was another cue Fundy understood. It was a nice way of telling him to fuck off. No cuddling tonight, that was okay. There was always next time because no matter how much Fundy knew he should walk away, there was always next time.

[blueicequeen19]

maybe y/n and jj are dating and they’re on the porch of the chateau and the reader is wearing a small bikini bc it’s really hot & jj gets turned on and hard bc shes also been teasing him all day so when one of the pouges notice his boner they point it out which caused the reader to notice & laugh but jj doesn’t find it funny so he storms over to the reader and starts to take off her bikini top & the reader is confused but jj says like “i’m gonna fuck you right here right now in front of our friends” and then the pouges cover their eyes and go inside before they can see anything and jj just starts pounding into her? sorry if it makes no sense or too long lol

Too Hot To Handle

I shift uncontrollably in my spot in the comfy chair. Pope and Kie had been arguing for thirty minutes about what we should do to cool ourselves down but I couldn’t focus past the long legs and bikini-clad body of my girlfriend as she paced back and forth on the porch. She was wearing a tiny excuse of a bikini, her cheeks on full display from the thong bottoms and I wanted to rip it off with my teeth. I hated the idea of other guys looking at her and she thought it was hot when I got jealous. So she kept wearing it. The pressure in my shorts was becoming unbearable. I was about to whip it out just to have some relief.

I watched as she stopped a few feet from me and tied her long locks into a messy bun on top of her head then grabbed a bottle of water. The condensation dripped off and spilled down her perfect tits as she took a drink. Some even spilled out the side of her mouth; running down her chin and her neck then between her tits. I was suddenly jealous of water. I was zoned out because when I finally blinked, I found her staring back at me with a knowing smirk. Her eyes raked over me just as hungrily.

I gulped as she sat the water bottle down and added a little sway to her hips as she approached me. A seemingly innocent gesture of PDA became a test of restraint as she turned around and pushed her ass in my face as she slowly sank down on my thighs. A strained noice left my throat as she rolled her hips in a circle, pretending to get comfortable as she tortured my cock. I gripped her hips roughly, my mouth next to her ear so no one else could hear.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll really make you sweat.” I growl, her head turns slightly as she gives me a devious look.

“Too hot to handle?” She whispers, pecking me on the lips. Her tongue flicking across my lips.

“I’ll beat your ass in front of them. Think I won’t?” I warn just as her ass does another circular motion.

“I think you’re a pussy.” She shrugs, cocking her head to the side and giving me a view of her slender throat.

“Everyone out!” I yell, pushing her to her feet then yanking her across my lap. I land a sharp smack across her ass in case they think I’m kidding. “Unless you want to watch me punish Y/N.” My voice is low, my dick unbelievably hard as they all scramble off the porch with curses of protests.

I look down as I palm her ass, finding her laughing. I swat her ass again and she quiets.

“Something funny?” I press, spreading my hands out across her ass cheeks. I was ready to sink my teeth in. I didn’t think I’d be able to drag this out any longer. I was too hot and too far gone.

“You seem a little uptight, J. Something wrong?” She taunts over her shoulder, a defiant brow raised at me. I push her to her feet and yank her bottoms off before freeing my dick with a groan of relief.

“Sit on it.” I growl, snatching up her wrist, spinning her around, and pulling her down before she can protest. We both groan as her tight heat pulses around me. She was ungodly wet and so goddamn tight. Her breathy little pants were music to my ears as she held onto my knees for support. I widen my stance where I sat, hooking her legs over mine so I controlled the pace. I reached around, cupping her pussy as she watched me with wide eyes.

“Too hot for you to handle? Where’d that bratty little attitude go, sweetheart?” My voice is condescending and I know it pisses her off when I spite her. But these were the games we played.

“Nope. I don’t really feel anything.” She pants, eyes narrowed back at me. I slap her pussy as I thrust upwards, a loud crying leaving her lips.

“You feel that?” I snarl. I did this again and again, my other arm around her waist to keep her from getting up even as she tried to close her legs. I rubbed her clit roughly, her lip quivering and her body trembling as I fucked her nice and hard. She was close already. I didn’t want her to cum just yet but I couldn’t restrain myself much longer.

“Fuck, J. Please!” She cried, her hand coming down on top of mine as I rubbed her pussy. A deep ache was settling into my balls. I was about to explode. I leaned back in the chair, keeping her flush against me as I fucked up into her like my life depended on it, rubbing and smacking her clit until she screamed. I groaned loudly as we came together, most of it spilling back out of her and dripped down my balls.

Fuck. That was incredible.

We were both fighting to catch our breath, sweat covering us both as our bodies stuck together.

“You win.” She pants, turning and capturing my lips with a winners kiss. Hell yea.

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[formulawrite]

NSFW ALPHABET - Felipe Drugovich

Summary: pretty self explanatory ;)

Warnings: Smut 

Notes: Felipe and a camera is my weak spot

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Loves to praise you saying how good you did for him while giving sweet kisses on your face, also always keeps a towel and a water bottle next to the bed to clean you up and make sure you're hydrated.

b = body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

your butt, he loves grabbing on it when making out on the couch or spanking when taking you from behind

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

your mouth, seeing you on your knees for him, eyes watery, mouth agape and a mix of spit and his cum dropping down your lips is a glimpse of heaven

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not so secret because you notice his stares, but he loves when you don't wear too many clothes on a night out, he loves when every person in the club is looking at you with desire as you walk to the bar or the restroom, when you come back he makes sure to put you on his lap so everyone knows who gets to take you home that night

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

a little, he had a few flings in the past, but it's different with you since you've been together longest

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

all fours that he gets to watch you moan his name and grab the sheets while wiggling your ass on his dick, but he also doesn't hate missionary with your legs pushed to his shoulders, looking deep into your eyes with a hand around your throat

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he always tries a cheesy pick up line to make you laugh but as soon you pull on his hair during the kiss is 100% serious

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he trims enough not to bother

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's 0 or 100, either super romantic love making kissing every inch on your body and treating you like a goddess, or he throws you on your bed calling you the filthiest things and making you scream his name to a point that you can't barely walk after

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

you're not always together due to your own job/college and he's pretty controlled so he can keep it in his pants most of the times, he does keeps a little secret folder of dirty photos he took of you with his camera that he uses on lonely nights

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

slight chocking, nothing to rough but he loves watching the ring on his finger around your neck while fucking into you

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

the bed, where you have more space and privacy. 

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

pressing you butt against him, even if you're just standing in front of him, the vibrations you send when laughing at something or actually grinding on him makes you want to drag you out from whatever you are to the bedroom.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no embarrassing you, or degrading you (too much ;)

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving, this man is sucker for face sitting, he would kill to have you sitting and rubbing yourself on his lips while sucking on your clit, it gets him even harder if you pull on his locks and makes him even eager to look up at you and watch you come with just his tongue.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

fast and rough (Felipe soca forte e ninguém me convence o contrário)

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

when he wins a race he loves a quickie inside the MP bathroom, usually he prefers taking his time with you

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

no,  you're both very private people and would hate to have anything leaked or invaded

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

call me crazy but this man has a Taurus Venus he can go all night and last quite long

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he knows you have a vibrator because you sensed a video using it while moaning his name a few times. but he likes to be the one making you feel good

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

a bit of a tease, whispering dirty things in your ear in public is one of his favorites. for people on the outside he's just being sweet boyfriend hugging you from behind, but only you can hear how much he wants to lift up your skirt and do you then and there

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

low moans against your ear telling you how good he feels inside you

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

"a little bit closer to the corner" he kept pulling you to the edge of the bed

"are you sure about this? what if someone sees it?" your nerves started to get the best of you

ever since he got his new camera he's been shooting every sight his eyes can reach. the idea of getting stills while he's going down on you came as joke that turned to reality a little to fast.

"don't worry you know i keep my pictures of you very safe, plus i really want to see how my princesa looks while i eat her pussy" you can't say no to him while he kisses your neck while rubbing his fingers between your thighs

you just nod as he stands up to start the video function of the camera, he turns to you kneeling looking up to make sure your still on board with it, you just grab his hair and open you legs further more.

he quickly take your panties off leaving you just in your bra and starts to work on you,he starts to lick your folds before giving a deep suck on your clit, you moan throwing your head back as he keeps licking where you want him most

"look at the camera for me love" he whispers against your pussy before working on it again.

the sight of your boyfriend eating you out while filming, the feel of his mouth, his eyes looking up while hooking a leg on his shoulder made you come on the spot, everything was so hot and erotic you just exploded with pleasure.

he got up to turn off the camera and turned to you with glistening lips, pulling him down to clean the mess you made.

"you did so good for me princesa, but i'm not done making you come just now yet" that's going to be a long night

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

not too thick, but long enough to hit the right place.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

again this man can go all night with maybe 2 bathroom breaks, a water bottle and maybe a cracker 

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not that quickly, he chats a lot, you probably sleeps before him.

[delicatedevils]

Hudson's shoulders sag. It was a good try, he supposes. Worth a shot. But it was always going to be a slim to none chance that Sawyer wouldn't recognise the face of someone he assumes she hates. But seriously, what are the fucking odds that she's ended up in the same tiny town he has? He tries to think if maybe she'd mentioned this place before, lifetimes ago in Chicago while they were both on some bender that he was entirely complicit to by proxy. Maybe the idea of Blue Harbor wormed its way into his brain then, nestling there and lying in wait for this inevitable reunion. God, he can't even disappear properly.

The glasses in his hands have long since warmed in his grip, and Hudson dumps them on a nearby table, wiping the condensation onto his beige pants which leaves behind a streaky residue from his fingers. Fucking hell. Not only does he have to now explain the past several months to Sawyer, he has to do it with wet fucking pants.

"Hi blondie," Hudson murmurs sheepishly when he turns to face her, still subtly avoiding her piercing gaze. He can already feel it boring holes into his skin anyway, he doesn't need her to bore holes into his soul as well. Then, because his second favourite knee-jerk reaction to any uncomfortable situation is to get defensive (his first is to lie, and he's already used that one up), he follows up with, "Did you track me here?"

@sawyermarshall

Her head tilts to the side, despite there being a certain pair of eyes on her. Ones she could always feel, her own attention simply remains on the man in front of her. Chicago was nothing without Hudson even though their history was complicated, sticky... and even a little messed up. They relied on one another after her estranged sister abandoned them both after her little... revenge plan. At least the blonde knew where she got her messed up traits from. Her mother not being one of the perfect people in the world like she had thought she was. "You can't be serious," she says in a low tone, one low enough for only him to hear.

There's no resentment. It's probably weird that he's the one person in the world she can't seem to hold anything against when he's the reason for her downfall. He was the one who worked along side of her sister to take her down, to ruin her life. He was also the one who provided her comfort when she realized that maybe she had made up the whole thing between her and Dante when she saw him going right back to messing with other people.

( Even though her and Dante never discussed being more. )

And Hudson made her think that maybe... it was different. But their last night together had her wondering if she made it up in her head... like she does everything else.

"Turn around and look me in the eyes then say that again."

@delicatedevils

[tiptapricot]

Some MK sys fashion/clothes hcs that came up in a convo and I wanted to share!

Steven

Steven likes baggy and loose clothes because they feel comfortable and airy and he can stim with them

He likes twisting cloth and chewing on collars and sleeves and feeling like he’s wrapped up in a blanket

He’s chill with skirts and dresses too, going for long loose ones he can spin with or that bump against his knees

He’s not one for full bright colors but doesn’t hate them. He likes patterned shirts and mismatched goofy socks and he likes those because they make him smile. They’re never his full outfit but he likes them as accent, like an easter egg (or an archaeological dig)

He usually sticks to warm earth tones and blues, his wardrobe a lot of whites and greens and greys, big jackets and loose sweatpants and rolled up sweaters

He’s not a big fan of hats though, he likes fiddling with his hair and pushing it back and he doesn’t like when there’s stuff in the way

On the occasions the body’s hair has grown out a bit he’ll pull it into a little ponytail, even if it’s not that long, and he ends up with a lot of hair ties around his wrist

With earrings he likes either very simple, or very tacky ones. Nothing huge or complicated, but silver or gold studs are fun, or ones that dangle and look like pyramids or beetles. He twists or tugs on them sometimes when wearing them

Marc

He’s both particular and not with his clothing

He likes subtle outfits with no patterns, blacks, whites, greys, browns, stuff that can blend him into a crowd and doesn’t feel noisy

He slowly branches out over time when he feels more comfortable, with Steven and Layla and Jake, when he realizes he’s allowed to take up a bit more space, is allowed to have fun

He still sticks mainly to T-shirts and jeans though, and he’s unfortunately very attached to denim

But he gets some nasa shirts, some cubs Ts, some ones with old movie posters and dinosaurs, maybe a cat design or two

It looks like a collection from a dad who’s a bit of a nerd, and still none of them are very bright

Steven wears khakis in the summer but Marc wears jorts (again, denim) and he cuts them from a pair of jeans himself

I don’t think he likes super stretchy fabric, it has to have firmness and reliability and feel sturdy. He wants to know what his clothes will feel like, and he doesn’t want getting dressed to be a huge experience

They’re comfortable and stable and his, and that’s what matters

He also likes low hats, but only baseball caps, and he pulls them down in front of his eyes when he’s unsure

He’s not a huge fan of skirts or dresses, just not his vibe, but he likes simple earrings and rings and bracelets

He wears heel socks, and doesn’t like when the reach past his ankle

Likes his hair out of his face no matter what and pushes it back with gel, or pulls it out of his face in a tight bun if it’s longer

Jake

Jakes the most experimental when it comes to clothes

The baseline for most of them is that they have to be solid and tight, he doesn’t like when stuff is loose and can shift around, not good on his sensory stuff, and he has to be wearing his gloves

But from there it’s pretty wide open

His regular outfit is his most comfortable, the reassuring weight of his jacket and the tailored line of his suit and pants, but he mixes it up now and then

He enjoys being gnc in a lot of ways, always wears his mustache but likes makeup, and wears it to varying degrees depending on the day

Eyeliner, tinted lipgloss or lipstick, maybe some eyeshadow or mascara if he wants his eyes to pop, and of course earrings and nail polish are a must

The polish is mainly for him, to keep as a comfort under the gloves, and to spruce up the body for the others when they’re in front

He likes skirts and dresses but they have to be over other things. Leggings or long stockings underneath, long sleeves or arm warmers of some kind, a leather jacket thrown over, that kind of thing

He just has fun with it

His clothes are part of his maintenance. They keep his edges solid, a way to express his personhood and feel seen and grounded. While Steven is swimming in his clothes, sitting comfortably, Jake is contained in them, and he likes to choose his casing

He usually sticks to darker colors, reds, purples, blacks, and browns, but he likes blue on occasion, and green only as an accent

He only wears one hat. That’s his hat.

He’ll pull his hair back if it gets long, but he’s never super thorough with it, and the stray curls stick to his lips and get in his eyes

He still manages

Bonus: Once they’re on more even terms, Steven takes an interest in Jake’s makeup, and Jake offers to cofront and do it for him. Steven gets very excited and shows Layla, and sometimes Jake does him up in the headspace if Steven asks. Steven’s more into the simple and subtle stuff, just eyeliner or gloss, but it’s fun for both of them and a good bonding activity :-)