#but for now there are just these dumb boys

[hoshifighting]

morning sex riding mingyu while shutting his moans and whimpers by putting your fingers in his mouth and making him suck bc they are on a staycation and somebodys in the next room. PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

shutting mingyu moans while you're riding him while there are people in the next room WARNINGS: cock riding, smut, finger sucking, semi-public sex

mingyu’s whines had been keeping you awake. they were soft at first, like he was trying so hard not to wake you, but you’d felt his body against yours, his cock pressing into your ass every time he moved, and you knew what he was doing.

you smirked to yourself, deciding that two could play at this game. you turned over, sleepy but not really, and gave him the most innocent look you could muster. “gyu, babe,” you whispered, your voice still hoarse from sleep. “you okay?”

his eyes snapped open, wide and panicked like a kid caught stealing cookies. “uh—yeah,” he stammered, his hand still suspiciously close to the waistband of his briefs. “i’m fine.”

you raised a brow, letting your hand trail down his chest. “you sure? you seem… tense.”

his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “just, uh, morning stuff, you know?”

you bit your lip to keep from laughing at how awkward he was. so big and so dumb, and he couldn’t lie to save his life. “well, let me help with that,” you said, straddling his hips.

“y/n—” he started, his voice already shaky, but you cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“shh,” you whispered, leaning down so your mouth was right next to his ear. “you don’t wanna wake anyone up, do you?”

his whole body tensed under you, and you felt his cock twitch against you through his briefs. “n-no.”

you grinned, your hips grinding down against him just enough to make him gasp. “then be a good boy and stay quiet for me, yeah?”

he nodded frantically, his hands flying to your hips, gripping tight like you leaned back, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it somewhere on the floor, and mingyu’s eyes went wide, his lips parting like he couldn’t believe his luck.

“eyes up here,” you teased, and he snapped his gaze back to yours, his cheeks flushing pink.

you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down just enough to free him, and his cock sprang up, already leaking, so pretty you couldn’t help but run your fingers over the tip.

“fuck,” he hissed, his head falling back against the pillow.

“what did i just say?” you said, smirking as you lined him up with your entrance.

“sorry,” he whispered, biting his lip to keep himself quiet.

you sank down on him slowly, biting back your own moan at how good he felt stretching you out. mingyu’s hands gripped your hips even tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, and you could see how hard he was trying to hold back. “gyu,” you whispered, leaning down so your lips brushed against his ear. “you’re so good for me. so fucking good.”

his breath hitched, his eyes squeezing shut as you started to move, rolling your hips in slow circles.

he let out a tiny whimper, and you immediately clamped your hand over his mouth. “shh..!” you said again, your voice a little sharper this time. “you can’t be loud.”

he nodded under your hand, his eyes wide and desperate, and you couldn’t resist teasing him just a little more. you slipped two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue, and his lips closed around them automatically, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked.

“good boy,” you murmured, your hips moving faster now, and mingyu let out a muffled moan around your fingers.

his hands slid up your sides, one of them cupping your breast while the other tangled in your hair, and you knew he was close, his body trembling under you.

“you gonna cum for me?” you whispered, your voice low and breathy.

he nodded frantically, his hips bucking up into you, and you could feel yourself getting closer too, the coil in your stomach tightening with every ride.

“that’s it,” you said, your voice breaking as you started to lose control. “be good and cum for me, gyu.”

he let out a muffled cry, his cock twitching inside you as he came, and the feeling of him spilling into you sent you over the edge too, your whole body shuddering as you came around him. u both stayed there for a moment, catching your breath, and when you finally pulled your fingers out of his mouth, he looked up at you with the sweetest, most blissed-out smile you’d ever seen.

[rafedaddy01]

Could I request something longer

Perv rafe watching his bestfriends daughter in the shower

Accidentally bumping against her in the kitchen

Her nearly falling over him holding her up squeezing her breasts while he is at it

Applying sunscreen on her back

His hands slipping under her bikini top and bottom

Thank youu

The other side of Innocence

-

He never meant to catch a glimpse of your soapy body in his shower-or so he told himself. The door was cracked, an innocent mistake, or perhaps a temptation he wasn't strong enough to resist. He hesitated at first, but his feet didn't move. His eyes locked onto the scene before him.

Your perfect figure stood under the spray, water cascading over your skin, soap trailing down in rivulets. His breath hitched as you rubbed the lather over your chest, your nipples hardening under your touch.

His throat went dry, and his hand drifted downward, as if acting on its own.

Just one look, he thought. No harm in just one look.

But the sight of you consumed him.

The sound of water hitting the tiles was deafening now, drowning out his better judgment. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the blood rushing in his ears.

And yet, he couldn't tear himself away.

He gripped himself through his pants, the pressure offering both relief and an unbearable ache. What would she do if she knew? The thought sent a shiver through him.

That was the moment it began-this obsession he couldn't quite name.

-

After that he’d payed really close attention whenever you were over. Bumping into you in the kitchen by ‘accident’ and brushing his cock against your butt. Your innocence only made you think that it was nothing. Which drove rafe wilder. He couldn’t fathom you being so dumb. You had to have know what he was doing. But whenever he’d trip you and catch you while copping a feel of your tits, you’d simply apologize for being so clumsy and smile at him. Rafe needed to teach you. Discipline you, help you explore your sexual needs. He needed to prepare you for the world, those boys out there didn’t know what they were doing and you needed a man. At least that’s what he convinced himself was the right thing to do.

-

He found himself applying sunscreen to your back, his hands moving slowly over your skin. When he instructed you to turn around so he could cover your front, you complied without hesitation, lifting your hands and smiling softly. The simplicity of your gesture sent a wave of tension through him, his self-control slipping as his thoughts wandered.

Rafe spread the sunscreen over your stomach, his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary as he inched closer to the spot he craved most. Your eyes were closed, your face tilted toward the sun, completely unaware of the tension building in him.

“You’re really thorough,” you teased with a small laugh, keeping your eyes shut.

“Just making sure you don’t burn,” he replied, his voice lower than usual. His hands paused just above the waistband of your swimsuit.

“You missed a spot,” you murmured, pointing lazily to your hip without opening your eyes.

Rafe swallowed hard, his breath catching. “Right here?” he asked, his fingertips grazing the edge of the fabric.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, oblivious to the effect you had on him.

His hand hesitated for a moment before continuing, his movements slow and deliberate, as if testing just how much he could get away with.

His hands traveled higher, slipping beneath your bikini top. He cupped your breasts, savoring the way your face contorted with pleasure.

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[lixiemissexotic]

7:00 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝗼ఌ

frat boy fwb geto who fucks you senseless in a bathroom at a house party. he was such a whore for you just as much as you were for him which made it all the more better. alcohol was running though your body making everything seem fuzzy and the heat between your legs even more unbearable.

geto didn’t care where you two fucked or if anyone could hear or see you, he just wanted to be balls deep in your dripping wet cunt.

you were currently sat on the bathroom table with your legs loosely wrapped around geto’s waist and his cock bullying its way inside you. you could feel his fat cock in your stomach, he always knew how to make his girl feel so fucking good. your hands made their way to the sides of his neck holding onto him while he continued roughly digging in and out of your sweet cunt.

“pussy always so fuckin wet f’me ma”

your pretty eyes were rolled to the back of your head already dumb on his cock, loud moans and uneasy breaths left your parted glossed lips.

“f-fuckin me soo damn good, s’deep daddy nrgg”

he pulled you into a sloppy kiss sucking your tongue meaning into your mouth before moving down to your neck. “my pretty little fuckin slut, gonna mark you up so all these pervs to see”

you loved the idea of men looking at you just to see your body littered in marks that suguru had left on you, it made you feel like you were really his girl. your pussy cleaned at the thought and he could feel you squeezing him , fuck he’s close.

his thumb rubbed fast circles that matched his fast rough strokes “you like this shit hu mama, can feel you squeezin my cock do tight”

your head fell back and your mouth opened forming an “o” shape as you felt yourself coming undone all over suguru’s long cock.

suguru thought you we’re beautiful like this, messy hair, teary eyes, trembling legs and head filled with only thoughts of his cock. perfect.

“daddyy please please pleasee m’cumminggg”

“ask properly princess” he knew exactly what you wanted, his cum nice and deep inside your pretty little pussy that was squirting all over his thick cock right now.

he was already at the brink of nutting deep inside you but like the good girl you are you clenched around his cock staring at him with fucked out eyes trying to gather your words.

“c-cum inside daddy” who was he to deny such a pretty girl who asked so nicely

his thrusts became sloppier and you could feel him stutter in motion, he wasn’t sure if it was all the alcohol or the weed or your just your pussy but he felt euphoria coursing through his entire body as he shot his load inside you.

he pulled out and placed a sweet kiss on your forehead

“that’s my girl”

[dckweed]

ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain. abuse is depicted in this one right off the bat,ptsd/nightmares, panty sniffing, face sitting, over stim, biting, squirting, i think our wolf just hates us okay? because everytime i write her, she comes out so mean.

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PART THREE: hurts si’

“You dumb bitch, look what you did!” Glass clattered and a hand made contact with your face, causing something to drop from your hands as they flew to your face for protection, a whimper leaving your puckered lips as sharp shards scatter about the ground and imbed in the skin of your legs, stinging. “Are you fuckin’ dropping shit now? Huh?” Another blow, this one landing on your ear, causing it to ring and your eyes to blur for a moment as you wobbled on the balls of your feet, swaying from side to side. The man yelling at you was larger than you, older. His breath was hot and sour as he screamed in your face, his words sounding a million miles away as you tried to focus. What had you done this time? It wasn’t you that had knocked over the glass of water..you weren’t even near that side of the table..it was all your brother, all the boy who sat and watched as your father threatened to beat you black and blue again for something that you didn’t do. 

The ringing becomes too much, you fall to your knees and groan, head pounding and eyesight blurry, you barely notice the shards of whatever dish had fallen from your hands pushing further into the skin of your shins as you sink to the rough wood floor of the kitchen. 

“...OFF THE FUCKING FLOOR, OMEGA!” He screamed, your hearing seeming to come back around, or maybe he just bellowed loud enough to overpower the ringing..you shook violently, fear and pain ringing through your body as he grabbed you by the hair on your scalp, dragging you across the ground, pushing the sharp bits of glass deeper into your skin..you would have to go digging to get them out now..

“No!NO! Papa, Papa please!” Your voice was frantic, shrill eyes wide as they finally focused enough to comprehend where he was pulling you off to, the familiar dingey wooden door of your own personal hell hole coming into sight. You’d only just been allowed out after..you couldn’t even remember how long..long enough that the days blurred together and you couldn’t tell how many tomorrows had come and passed. “No! I’ll be good, i’ll be good!” You clawed at his arm above you, trying desperately to pry his alpha strength off of your head, kicking your legs in an effort to slow him down, to buy yourself enough time to talk him out of it. 

“There’s no such thing as a good Omega, you’re living proof!” He growls, throwing open the deadbolt to the door before swinging it open. The darkness awaiting you seemed thicker than usual. “You all deserve to be punished! To be hid, to be locked away and never looked at again! You deserve to be treated like the runts and vermin you fucking are! Your mother tricked me into thinking that she was sweet and innocent, that she needed me to protect her, to fill her with little alpha pups, and then she gave me you! And then you killed her when you breathed life and stole hers, and i saw you for what you are, nothing but a conniving, evil monster!” He held your hair tightly at the top of the stairs, forcing you to look up into his eyes as he ranted at you, for something that you didn’t even remember. Weren’t capable of remembering..

He raised you off of your feet and your eyes widened, a shrill plea leaving your chest “NO, NO! N-AHHGH!”

Simon lay in bed, hands balled into fists behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling, the moon dancing across it as it shined through his window, jaw clenched as he listened to you whimper and moan through the thin wall separating your room from his. His senses were on high alert, his wolf haywire in his mind. It took every ounce of self control he had not to jerk off to the smell of you, once he started he knows he probably wouldn’t ever stop, not until he’d had the real thing and not just the thought of you. He knew that his cock was probably going to be perpetually hard now, never going to go down until he’d stuffed the meaty length of it into your sweet smelling cunt, not until he’d fucked it good and stuffed it full of his pups would he even be able to think like a normal alpha again. 

The smell of you was intoxicating. It flooded his senses and over powered his mind. You were sweet smelling, decadent he could even say. He had noted it before you’d been in heat but now that you were, even in just the beginning stages, it was more powerful, more endearing and mouth watering. It was enough to make a man forget how to behave. It was enough to drive an Alpha into delirium, to trigger his own rut. 

He grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to think about anything other than you, shoving a knife into someone's chest, pizza and a cheap pint, johnny- no! Not that scottish prick! His wolf howled and he grunted, fisting his own hair just to feel something to keep himself grounded. Johnny wouldn’t shut his trap, his intrusive thoughts and his lack of a thought process allowing him to just blurt out how good you smelled, he could just hear his voice in his head, could hear him “Bet that lit’le cunt is nie’ n warm, wet ‘n sloppy, eh LT? Smells like a fookin’ dream..” He was just shooting up in bed with a growl at imaginary Johnny when your scream pierced his ears, his bedroom door slammed against the wall, ricocheting as he busted through yours after flying down the hallway, practically ripping it off of its hinges. He looked around wildly, looking for any sign of an intruder, ready to fight off some stray Alpha or Beta that might have followed your pheromones from town in hopes of mating and breeding you against your will in the middle of the night. 

He saw nobody, saw nothing but you thrashing wildly in the middle of the king sized bed you had built your nest upon, spotting the hoodie he’d shrugged off of his body and laid in the middle of your spot while you took a hot bath earlier in the day, satisfied that he could leave you alone with something to scent to help calm you down. He had paid enough attention in Omega anatomy class to remember that that was something that you guys craved, and just the scent of a strong Alpha could help ease the pain wrought by your heat. You were in pain, he decided, that was why you had screamed as you had, there was nothing for him to protect you from, nothing for him to keep you safe from in your vulnerable state. 

He had just wrestled his wolf back from the forefront of his mind and was slowly backing away from your bed and back towards the hallway when you let loose another scream, this one was one of pure terror. You were sat straight up in bed, his fight or flight triggered, he throws himself at you, wrapping his arms around you as he throws you back down, tucking you into his body as he looses a mean growl, baring his teeth as he looked all about, trying to find what you were so terrified of. 

“No!NO!” You screamed, thrashing and bucking under him, your eyes squeezed shut. He looks down at you, wolf going crazy. “Help her! HELP HER YOU BIG DUMB OAF CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S SCARED?!” His wolf whimpered, howled, only making Simon’s heart race more as he tried to form a coherent thought. 

“Rosie..” He grunted, patting your face lightly,  still clutching you to his body as best as he could, legs on either side of you as he hovered over you on the bed. “Rosie, lovie, wake up-wake up, lovie..” He patted your face, again, a little harder this time and your eyes finally fluttered, looking up at him. 

“S’mon?” You whispered, hands clutching the chest of his tank top from where your arms were trapped between the both of your bodies, unable to move with his weight pressed against yours. “Had a bad dream..”

He sighs, head leaning down so his forehead is touching yours, noses brushing against each other. “I know, lovie, i know.” He says after a moment, shifting his body so that you’re laying on top of him, using his chest and shoulders as a pillow, legs entwined with his own. All thoughts of breeding you gone and out the window for now, his only thought and instinct to keep you safe. “Not goin’ anywhere okay? Gonna stay right 

‘ere an’ keep you safe..” 

And he did, letting you doze back off on top of him, his mind still reeling as he tried to imagine exactly what had happened in that head of yours to make you scream with such terror, to have you so scared that he could feel your body shaking. He wanted, no he needed to know so that he could make sure you were never scared of it again. So he could take it and obliterate it for ever making you feel anything but safe under the same roof as him. 

Eventually, his wolf and his mind calmed down and he was able to lull himself into a light sleep of his own, his arms not moving from around you. 

You wake to a warmth spread from your head to your toes, a dampness to your skin that had you wriggling out of your sleep shirt with eyes closed still, not registering the soft body beneath you until you went to plop your head back down and it didn’t sink into the soft down of your pillow, but the scraggly hairs of a muscular, wide chest that was poking out of the top of a gray tank top, the kind a man would wear under his tshirt if he wanted the extra layers, or sleep in, you supposed. You knew immediately that it was Simon and as if on cue your wolf fought her way to to the front of your mind, your aching cunt clenching around nothing but your sopping panties as you realized that your mound wasn’t too far from where his cock would be, your leg thrown over his waist, held there by one of his large, meaty hands gripping your equally meaty thigh. 

“Look at him, our pretty Alpha..so handsome, so strong..” She wasn’t wrong, he was pretty. His skull mask was nowhere to be found, and to say it was strange to not see it adorned on his face would be an understatement, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. “Want to give him pretty little pups, let him fill us, please, please, please! I’ll be so good! I promise!” You groan, trying to shut her voice out, though it was hard to do. At this stage, your mind belonged to her, this was her time, and you had always let it be, but you hadn’t had an Alpha home during your heat in..awhile. 

You let your eyes roam over his face for a while, failing to notice the way his breathing changes as he fully wakes up, aware of your gaze. He has such a strong jaw, a strong, handsome face, sweet looking even, you would say, despite the scars lingering along his pale skin. Your lips quiver at the realization that someone had probably put them there and that thought alone made you want to cry because how could anyone ever want to hurt this perfect specimen of an alpha? His nose is terribly crooked, as if it had been broken on more than one occasion..you would know, yours had been broken at least three times that you remembered. You wanted to sit on it. To feel his nose brush against your aching, throbbing clit, to feel his scruff of a beard that had grown over night against the apex of your thighs, leaving beard burn as he fucks you with his wet, strong tongue. 

You don’t notice that your hips are bucking against the side of his hard stomach, don’t realize you’ve whimpered until his hand squeezes your thigh, fingers marking the skin from the way that he grips at it, brown eyes suddenly shot open and staring you down, full lips tugged into a wicked smirk. 

“Easy there, babygirl..” He grunts, voice thick and raspy after not having used it for a bit. 

You pout at his words,  wolf whimpering. The desperate noise leaves your throat and you feel no shame as your hips buck again, needing the friction. 

“Hurts Si’..” You whimper, not giving a damn to ask why he was in your bed in the first place. You remembered having a nightmare, remembered him vaguely waking you from it. You assume he had stayed to make sure you were okay. “Need you..need you to help me, Simon..please?” 

He closes his own eyes at your words, fingers digging further into the fat of your thigh, as if he’s trying to control himself. You don’t want him to, you want hm to lose control, to use you in any way he saw fit, you wouldn’t fight him, would be as pliable for him as you could possibly be, you just wanted to breathe in his scent, suck his cock into your aching pussy for a bit..like a chew toy for the wolf taking over your mind. 

You can’t help but to giggle for a second at the thought, you couldn’t help but to think that his cock was probably big enough to pose as a chew toy anyway, no way you could get your mouth all the way around it if he let suck it. 

“Rosi-”

“Simonnn” You preen, pouting at him and you can just feel the resolve break. Oh! What a good Alpha, not making us beg! “Please help me..hurts..need you so bad..please!”

A growl bubbles in his chest and you could how in excitement knowing you’ve won, “Fine!” Knowing he’s about to bully his cock into your cunt until he’s had his fill, until you’re crying and begging him for more, until he’s knocked you up good with one of his little blonde pups- “But i’m not going to fuck you,” A whine as you pout and you watch his eyes widen, watch him fight with himself for a second as he shakes his head, as if shutting up that voice that you  know he hears too. “No-don’t do that babygirl..You listen to me now.” The sternness in his voice catches your attention, your cunt pulsing at the way it radiates through you. “I want to fuck you so bad, lovie, want to sit you on my cock for fuckin’ hours, believe me, it’s all ‘ve been able to think about since I walked into that garden..but I can’t do it when you’re not all the way there, when you’re delirious in heat..” A pout that damn near breaks him, that definitely breaks the wolf in his head, howling ricocheting in his ears as he tries to talk. “I’m going to fuck you, lovie, but not until your heat is done, yeah? Don’t worry babygirl, m’still gonna help you though, know it hurts, baby, know you need my help..” 

You hadn’t realized he had bunched the waistband of your panties in his hand until then, letting go of your thigh to pull at the seam of the fabric, ripping it apart and tugging it from your mound. You watch with wide eyes as he brings the soaked cotton to his crooked nose, closing his eyes as he takes a long sniff, a deep growl radiating through the room as he opens his eyes, staring straight into yours as his fist clenches around your panties. 

“Cm’ere, babygirl.” He grunts, pulling at you so that you’re sitting directly on his chest, pussy leaving a wet swatch in his chest hairs as he squeezes both hips. “Wanna sit on my face, don’t you? Saw the way you were looking at me, know just what you were thinkin’ huh?” You nod your head, but make no move to actually do it. You’re so big? What if you suffocate him? Bitch shut the fuck up and let him eat your fucking pussy, you whiney brat! He’s a big boy, he can fucking take it! You had the random thought that your wolf might actually try and kill you if you didn’t let her enjoy this, if you didn’t swallow your self conscious thoughts and let this glorious man eat you for breakfast. “Aht-aht, stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking-” He pulls your hips so you’re sitting just below his neck now, your hands immediately catching yourself on the headboard, preventing him from pulling you up past his chin. He narrows his eyes at you, you see him shake his head, the firm line his plus lips are set in. A warning to behave and let him be in control. “Don’t-you want this, don’t you..want me to help you? Need me to make it better?” 

“Pleas-ungh” In a show of pure strength, he has you fully sat on his face before you can finish the word, warm, thick tongue devouring you as swirls it around your clit, you can’t help the rock of your hips or the way your head throws back as you moan when his tongue teases your aching whole, nose rubbing against your clit the way you imagined it when you tilted your hips. 

He groans beneath you, hands splayed on your bare ass cheeks, holding you in place as he grips so hard you’re sure his fingerprints will be permanently indented into your skin, not that you think you’d really mind it. “That’s it lovie, ride my face..”

You didn’t have to be told twice now that you had started. The way his tongue worked you open, the way he held you in place but still let you rut your hips against his face, making a slimy, glistening mess..his stubble brushed against your inner thighs, keeping you grounded from coming on the spot, though it doesn’t last for long. He’s got you coming within moments, skilled tongue going between clit and your pulsing hole, giving you what you needed as you rocked back and forth, taking what you wanted. “Tha’s a good girl, lovie..give me one more?” 

You’re not sure how many ‘one more’s’ you give him, but by the time he’s got you on the brink of over stimulation, he’s got his whole tongue buried in your hole, his teeth nibbling at your clit as you buck and tremble, tears brimming your eyes as you grip his hair in each hand, tugging harshly. His hands pushed up your shirt, exposing your soft, pudgy belly to him as he squeezed your tits in each of his large palms, fingers playing with your nipples as he fucks you with his mouth, cries and whimpers leaving your own. 

“Si-oh-mm, please! I can-so good, feel’s so good!” You’re a babbling mess, cheeks red as your thighs shake, still clenched around his head. He’s been at it for almost an hour and you swear he’s barely come up from air, he’s barely let you move off of his face for more than a moment, his mouth leaving your cunt only to praise you or bite into meat of your thighs, leaving a harsh imprint of his mouth, a reminder that this is in fact real. You’re on the brink of another when you realize that this one feels different, feels almost painful, even. “Si-mo-n, si-ugh-umf..hur-urts…” You screech out, swatting at the top of his head, he only grunts, pulling you down farther onto his mouth, his hands going back to grip your tighs, leaving your precious tits unattended as he does, holding you there as he brings another harsh bite to your clit, sending you over the edge. “Simon!” You shout, vision going blurry as something snaps in your lower belly, a gush of fluid coming from your cunt that has your cheeks heating as Simon groans out below you, lapping it up as quickly as it comes out, slurping even as he continues to make out with your pussy as you slouch against the headboard, being sure to avoid your overly sensitive clit as he does, leaving open mouthed kisses to your mound that honestly could have had you coming again if you weren’t entirely fucked out just from his mouth. How many was that? Five? Six? 

“You okay up there babygirl?” His voice is thick and raspy, sexy as he peeks up at you from between your still shaking legs. All you can do is nod meekly, unsure of what to say, mind oddly quiet as you pant out breaths, trying to come down from such an epic high. “Squirted al’over me lovie, legs are still shakin’” He’s chuckling at you, big warm hands rubbing your thighs in an effort to soothe the shaking. 

“M’sleepy, si’” You whimper out, still sagged against the headboard, mind gone numb, legs gone soft, heat and wolf satiated for the time being. 

“Yeah?” He asks, voice soft as he sits up slowly, sliding you down his body. Your clit catches on his chest hairs and the fabric of his now soaked tank top on the way down and your hips jumps, your whimper ringing out as he shushes you, rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. “Need’ta nap baby?” 

Your eyes are already closing before you can get the words out, before you can even nod your head, you barely register the way his lips kiss the side of your head as he leans back with you in his arms, the way his scent floods your senses, easing you into an easy slumber, as if that had been his plan all along. The last thing you remember before sleep takes you completely is wondering what the hell you had gotten yourself into with him..

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[toyogamii]

suguru isn't stupid.

he knows exactly what he's doing, he's quite expieranced with this little game. he plays the part of the sweet and innocent tutor, pushing his glasses up and tying back his hair. he places a big veiny hand on the thigh of too eager students as reads through the problems in that sultry voice of his.

it's too easy for him, it barely takes him fifteen minutes into a session before the girls are biting their plush lips and leaning over.

but you however, aren't stupid either.

you weren't like the other students, failing so hard the only hope of passing the class was sleeping with the TA. all it took was one C on a quiz and you were signing up for a tutor, making absolutely sure that you were not going to ruin your perfect 4.0.

and try as suguru might, he just cannot get in your pants.

he pulls all the usual tricks. the “why don’t you sit over here, sweetheart? that way we can both see the page,” with his sexy drawl. he cozies up to you, murmuring “good girl” in your ear when you get a problem right… which is basically every time.

even right now, as you're going over problems he has his hand on your thigh and his breath is ghosting your neck.

"getou-"

"how many times have i told you to call me suguru, hm?" he smirks as he runs his long and stupidly attractive fingers through his hair.

you sigh and grit your teeth, tired of his game.

"if i let you fuck me will you get on with this tutoring session and stop playing these stupid games?"

suguru freezes, his whole demeanor crumbling around him. his face flushes a bright pink and he stutters. he's used to being the one in control.

you sigh at the dumb face he’s making and pull your shirt off as you climb into his lap. he gulps like a virgin as your skin brushes and he practically squeaks as your thighs settle over his.

“i-“

“you what?” you grab his jaw, cupping his face and smirk, “cat got your tongue sweetie? isn’t this what you wanted? with your charm and act, I’ve seen it all before pretty boy.”

suguru is so hard he can’t think straight, his breath comse out harshly and he swallows hard as he places his shaky hands on your hips, his mouth going dry as he stares at your perfect tits.

"let's get this over with, yeah? i've got a test next week i need your help studying for."

[whore-ibly-hot]

Hello and Happy Holidays to you! I've been a lurker of this blog and I just gotta say that your Boarding School Series heals me, my crops are thriving, skin cleared, grades immaculate, all that- /pos

I hope asking for some info about the teaching staff would be okay? Regardless of if its general or a little more specific, what are each of the staff member's envisioned future with the reader? (Staring [dis]respectfully at all of them)

LETS GOOOOO! The crops are looking good, my anons won't starve! Now let's see....

Mr. Burton: As far as what he sees for him and the reader, he wants to get back into the art scene. Maybe not through his own work, but as a dealer or even a critic. He doesn't want a huge mansion, to much upkeep, but a nice studio in a big city sounds just perfect. He wants you sitting pretty by his side, his muse for paintings and photos. Of course, he'd never display or seel that art, it's a personal passion project. He wouldn't necessarily want kids, but would be 'meh' if not a little annoyed if some came along. Still, the idea of raising a prodigy... He's also the kind of guy to refuse to get a pet but gets very attached to whatever animal you move in with. A kitten? He's using its paws to make those dumb little cat paw paintings online? A dog? He's training it to bring him the brushes and gouache.

Coach Koslov: He loves coaching, the schools athletics department is thriving, and he's happy working with star athletes. However, he wants you away from here. It's simply not healthy, all these boys. You need a man, him. He's got a big home, from his days of being an athlete and olympian, for galas and parties. However, it's long empty now. He'd love to bring life into the home again, get you, and two big ass dogs. He goes for runs frequently, and he would love a pair of bruisers to take on walks but cuddle and love all the same. Children? He worries he's too old for them, but if you insist, he'd get through it and realize how much he wants them. An orthodox Russian wedding, even though he's not religious it's a cultural thing. He'd be a doting dad, the kind to strap the baby to his chest before a run. He's also one of the dad who insist on swim training for the babies safety but sobsnwhen the instructor pushes them in the pool. Little league? Hell yeah.

Critch: He's a simple man, he likes quiet nights of reading at home, and a clean home with a cup of warm tea. He'd want to be traditional, marrying you in a pretty white dress, regardless of your gender, carrying you over that threshold and making you his. Hes expect you to cook and clean, again, regardless of gender, but in return he'd spoil you with travel to luxury places and home upgrades. Experiences, not pointless material items, as he explains to you. He has no pets of his own, but he's a frequent bird feeder oddly enough. Finds it relaxing. He's far to old to want to have a child with you, but he is one for discipline and creating a better, 'proper', future for someone, so he wouldn't be against adopting someone, just older than a toddler.

Kory Koffman: I made a post about Kory already, but to summarize he wants a nice home with plenty of kids, who he can teach and nuture. He's very focused on giving them a life he didn't have, one where he was lonely and outcasted from other kids. Luckily, he always had his mother's love, and he wants his kids to experience that too. He'd be a great dad, saving up the moment you even mention kids to get a bigger home. He'd love a cat, someone snuggle to curl up on his lap while he reads. Or a fish tank with native fish, he loves the sound of running water.

Mr. Murphy: He's the kind of guy who wants a big ol' house outside of city limits, a farmhouse with land for a couple chickens, maybe goats, and a forest nearby for good hunting and fishing. He comes from a big happy family, all boys, and he wants a huge wedding despite not being one for pageantry. You're special, you've made an impact on him and you deserve a grand wedding. Once your married, he'd want a housewife to; like his mama. Cooking and cleaning while he works, coming home and kissing you while helping you finish a stew. Then laying in bed, maybe taking a roll in the hay. Sounds perfect. He'd go to the shelter with you for a big dog, but somehow leave with the oldest, crustiest senior dog they had. He knows what it's like to feel insecure about being past your prime, seen as gruff and not worth someone's time. It hurts him, so know you've got a rickety little yelper scurrying around the house and laying on his daddy's lap. He wants kids, as many as possible to fill up that farm house of his, but i can sense he's a bit of a girl dad. Family camping trips are frequent, he wants his kiddos as interested in nature as he is, not just how to hunt and kill, but to appreciate it.

[fbfh]

Dave Lizewski needs a fat chick. Bro would be sooo lost in the sauce 🥴💖

OOOHHHH BABES lost in the sauce is an UNDERSTATEMENTTTTTTTTTT. he is SO heaven help me by lizzo coded in this. I saw a tiktok that was like "who likes crybaby tops who apologize mid thrust?? (I do)" and lemme tell you that is our boy DAVE but instead of apologizing he is thanking you.

as with ALL nsfw works all characters are aged up to 18+ obvs

The first time Dave sees you?? HARD. hard as a goddamn rock every fucking time he sees you. one glance and he's hard for DAYS. he's kind of embarrassed because he thought he wouldn't be so horny by now. He's been doing his vigilante thing in secret for a couple years now, and somehow still has not managed to get any pussy ever. so when he saves you from some purse snatcher or some drunk guy outside of a bar, he's just staring while you thank him. you're worried for a minute, worried he's gonna laugh or make some creepy comment like guys tend to make, but no.

he's looking at you like he's seeing god herself. he's flushed but it's not from the fight. he's pitching a tent that could house a family of four on a weekend camping trip and he's looking at you with this dumb, lovestruck expression, opening and closing his pretty mouth without being able to choke out any words.

it's at that exact moment that you recognize him. kickass, the kickass is Dave, the nerdy guy with a huge obvious crush on you. Maybe you know him cause you've seen him around your college, maybe you're always stopping by his work or vise versa, maybe you've just bumped into each other a few times when you're getting coffee. regardless of how you know him, you know him. you'd know that look anywhere. you thank him with a kiss on the cheek, shamelessly pressing your soft curves against his body while you do, and this motherfucker moans in the middle of the street. He chokes and sputters and tries to cover it up and act all tough, but his voice cracks a little as he tells you to get home safe.

you find him the next day (as Dave of course) and use some flimsy porn sounding excuse to get him alone at your place, one thing leads to another and before you know it he's cumming his pants just from a little kissing and touching. he's so embarrassed and he cannot BELIEVE it when you tell him you think it's cute. you pull him back for more and the rest is history. to say Dave is obsessed with you is an understatement. he loves EEEEEVERYTHING about you. He loves the way you smell and taste and look and feel and sound and... everything. sometimes after a particularly long night of street justice he'll sneak into your place all needy and beat up and he's trying not to cry but he looks so pretty when he does. he goes straight to you. he needs your touch, needs to feel you and hear your voice. you barely have time to patch him up before he's dragging you to bed, cuddling and snuggling into you, burying his face in your tits and groping at you sleepily. you pet his hair and kiss his head and he looks up at you with this hazy, love drunk expression, like everything's okay when he's with you. you're just so perfect. everything about you is perfect, and he just can't resist you.

[jaggedamethyst]

circuit breaker 🔬🌌 (part one)

tutor!jayce talis x reader modern college au

content: reader is forced to take gen ed classes in order to graduate college. this unfortunately includes physics for which you desperately need a tutor for...jayce talis happens to need community service and is available to help. (references to adhd/neurodivergence in this chapter, that’s all)

notes: hiii. as i am on my indefinite break from golden boy, i wanted to start something else bc the yearn for jayce content can only be filled as long as i work to preserve him myself... so here’s my first official series!! double note, while this is modern, i still want to keep hints and references to the show/characters so they’re believable! so if you see viktor talking in a way that seems unnatural with dialogue, its just my smarty pants bf being his smart self with vast vocabulary. 🤍

word count: 1.5k

series masterlist here

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The absolute worst part of college is being forced to take the general education classes simply to graduate. You were an arts major, there was no reason for you to be cramming your brain with math equations so many years after high school—and yet here you were. Unfortunately, you waited until later in your university career to take on the required course load, and now you were stuck in one of the only classes with availability that worked with your schedule—physics. The thought of the class alone made your head hurt. The only upside was having it with a friend, albeit much more skilled at the subject, Viktor was always welcome company. 

“I hate these weekly quizzes, I genuinely cannot afford to fail another one.” 

Viktor chuckled, “The subject matter isn’t that difficult…” 

“We can’t all be geniuses, Viktor.” 

“Yes, some of us are more skilled than others, I’d say.” He moved to gather his books, the class having ended. 

You mirrored his action, packing your bag as you spoke to him. “Natural skill or not, this shit is actually dumb…makes me feel dumb.” 

“You are not dumb,” he reassured you, “It can be a lot to comprehend.” 

You shuffled through the aisle, following behind Viktor as he moved toward the exit. “It’s these gen ed classes…why do I need to understand physics for liberal arts. Granted, I know the school is more tech based…but I changed my major! I should be free of the shackles of math by now.” You wiped a hand over your face, clearly exasperated. 

You matched Viktor’s steps, picking up a bit to open the door for him. The slight breeze of the outside air brushed over you—cooling the heat that you didn’t realize was there. A breath left you, exhaling the bubbling rage in you. 

Viktor reached a hand toward your shoulder, grasping it with a firm encouragement. “You will conquer physics. Natural skill…or not.” He smiled again, a teasing tone on his voice. 

“Viktor!” You swatted his hand away, “I hate you! Could you at least offer a solution? These quizzes are literally every week. What’s the point of checking my comprehension if I know I’m gonna fail-“ 

“Listen, you will not fail. In fact,” he paused, “I have a solution for this little conflict.” 

“The solution being?” 

He stopped walking, an obvious look on his face, “Get a tutor.” 

A scoff, “Yeah right. I’m not in middle school. I don’t need a tutor, Viktor.” You started walking again, “Besides, why can’t you just help me—you’re all the tutor I need!” 

“I have quite a bit on my plate this term already. I have two labs, recitations, and work-“ 

“Which is just code for find time to see Sky, got it.” 

He didn’t reply to that, not directly. But the way he blushed and looked away was indication enough. Viktor explained before that he and Sky have known each other practically their whole lives. They always saw each other around; the fact that they ended up at the same school was purely by fate, or chance, Viktor would say. That was, despite the relatively high probability with there being so few state schools. 

He changed the subject, leading you across the street. “I know someone who would be willing to help. He mentioned needing community service.” 

“Fine, I guess…” 

“Good, because we’re here.” 

You looked up, the student resource center labeled clearly in front of you. The prospect of walking in was already daunting. You loved independence and it often came at the expense of feeling incompetent when you had to ask for help. You confided in Viktor about that before. He figured the best way was to just show up, not giving you the opportunity to get yourself worked up and find an excuse to not go. 

He opened the door, tilting his head towards the inside. “You got this.” 

You shook your head, the idea making you nauseous. He returned the motion, this time shaking his head. You can do this. 

It took a second, but you finally walked in, Viktor slightly on your trail. “He should be here, he told me he would be.” He continued as you nodded silently, “Oh, there he is.” 

His back was to you, speaking to a woman he seemed to be friendly with. His shoulders were wide, making her barely visible to you from this angle—but she was undoubtedly stunning. You couldn’t help but acknowledge the way they so enthusiastically spoke. You didn’t want to interrupt, that would be embarrassing, torturous, even. Instead, you turned to the desk, eyeing the receptionist. She seemed to be close to your age…which somehow made you even more nervous—gosh. 

“Hi…” You cleared your throat, “Hi, I wanted to ask about tutoring? Like for physics?” 

Viktor nodded behind you, proud of the seemingly small gesture. He knew this was actually an immense step for you. 

The receptionist greeted you back, “We do have physics tutoring available! There are a few student volunteers, but we usually assign according to those with a more free schedule…” She looked to her left, pointing to the QR code that faced toward you. “You can register here, it’s fairly quick and someone…” she locked onto the man across from her, still mid conversation. “Someone should be able to help you get started today actually…Jayce!” 

You turned to see the man pause his conversation, a brow raising at his name being called. Recognition flashed in your direction as well, “Oh hey, Viktor.” 

“Hello, Jayce.” 

The man walked up to the counter, a more annoyed tone and body language accompanied him, then. It wasn’t genuine, but rather one out of familiarity, like he and the receptionist had known each other a while. It was quite jovial, actually. “What do you want, Cait?” 

She rolled her eyes at that, “Someone needs a tutor,” she smiled at you before looking to him with a grimace, “You’re a tutor, correct?” 

He shrugged, “I need community service.” 

“Great, so you two are a match, then.” 

Your phone suddenly became rather interesting—the simple intake form immediately became numerous pages long and excessively tedious. You felt his eyes on you, though, and saw a hand out towards you in your peripheral. “Nice to meet you…Jayce.” 

You looked up finally, reaching to shake his outstretched hand. The only thing that came to you was your name—first and last, simple. 

He half smiled, echoing your reply, “Jayce Talis. I like the formality.” He chuckled, dropping your hand. 

You looked back silently at Viktor, a sort of terror on your face. He spoke then, “I should be going. Shouldn’t these two have their introductory meeting now?” He observed your twisted facial expression, looking towards the desk for a reply. 

She nodded, “Great idea! It’s a short one, just getting to know one another and scheduling for later. You can use that room right there,” she looked at the computer in front of her for confirmation, “It should be empty for a few more minutes!” She motioned her hands for you two to hurry along. The man, Jayce…Jayce Talis…walked over and spoke to the woman he’d been talking to before. You couldn’t hear them, but observed the way he rubbed her arm before reaching for a hug. You tried not to stare, but you weren’t entirely familiar with the resource center and he was supposed to be leading you, you thought. 

You trailed behind Jayce, turning back to see Viktor. He stood with a hand on his cane, the other with a thumbs up to you. You nodded, rubbing your hands awkwardly at your sides. You watched as Jayce opened the door, stepping back to let you in first. That was nice. You held a tight smile, a pleasantry you’d grown accustomed to displaying in uncomfortable situations such as this one. 

Both of you sat down, a brief silence filling the room. Jayce spoke first, “So what brings you to tutoring?” 

You swallowed, “I am not great at physics…I’m pretty bad at it actually…and Viktor said you could help.” 

He nodded, “You two are friends?” 

“Yeah, we met a while back. How do you know each other?” 

“Lab partners, same major, rest is history.” 

“Right…” A huff from you and the shuffle of Jayce reaching in his pocket were the only sounds in the room. 

“So,” he scrolled on his phone, “You noted you have a hard time focusing. Is it just this class?” 

“Not just physics, no. I have a hard time paying attention in general. Bad memory, disorganized brain, the works. Makes retaining the information really hard as you can imagine.”

“I get that, but we can work on that…find things that help you remember a bit better…make it more interesting.” 

You could only blink as a response. This was the first time you could recall, besides with close friends, that someone didn’t make you feel extremely weird for not being able to stay focused. You often skipped from one topic to the next, forgetting your starting point. Conversations would float away from you, or you’d get too emotionally invested. People would call you loud, random, even. You appreciated that Jayce replied simply, concisely, offering a solution. Sure, it was his job…kind of…but it felt pretty good. 

“Thank you.” 

“Sure.” 

He went over a few more questions with you—referring to the intake form you’d filled out on your phone. In no time, you had set a meeting time for the following day. 

Both of you stood, collecting your bags. 

“See you tomorrow?” 

“Tomorrow.” 

[pe4cht3a]

okay so i saw ur other oneshot and thought it was SO CUTE, but what abt overly affectionate killua obsessing over reader?????

⋆ ✴︎˚. Spellbound .˚⟡ ⋆

── .✦ a/n: tysm anon !! this idea lives rent free in my mind 😋

killua still vividly remembers the memories of his first encounter with you, it was the final year of high school.

“uh. excuse me, i think… its stuck.” you slowly but eventually pointed out to the dumb-founded albino. the poorly maintained vending machine at your school cafe was acting up again, unsurprisingly.

“bitch ass machine.” killua muttered under his breath, right as he turned to the vending machine and proceeded to start banging on the glass pane of the vending machine, desperately trying to some how trigger his juice to fall down from the impact.

“fuck it. i didn’t want that drink that badly anyways.” killua shrugged off as he stopped beating up the vending machine, discreetly trying to be “non-chalant” in front of such an attractive girl as you. “if it makes you feel any better.. you can have my juice.” you offered as you hurriedly started unzipping your backpack to pull out the juice your friend gave you earlier. “what? no, im good.” killua frantically spat out as he felt his face heat up. “nah, i don’t want it. a friend gave it since she got an extra on accident.” you smiled as you handed the juice to the very obviously flustered boy. “fine then, thanks.” the shy silverette huffed out, accepting your kind gesture. “oh yeah! im new. whats your name?” you almost forgot to ask for the guy’s name, you found him pretty cute so this was a very convenient start for a first interaction.

“killua, killua zoldyck. you?” he motioned his head towards you, as he started opening up the can of juice. “hold up.. is your brother that weird prefect who stares at everyone weirdly? uhhh… illumi zoldyck! almost forgot that weirdo’s name!” you teased as you giggled joyfully. “fuck off, i just pretend that guy isn’t my brother usually.” the albino bashfully declared, clearly embarrassed. killua’s whole body felt as if it was engulfed in flames. come on, you were pretty and so open to conversations with him! most people avoided him a ton due to his elder brother. how could he not feel flustered beside you?

“anyways, the names y/n.” you said as you placed yourself onto a table behind you, crossing your legs. “i see.” killua muttered as he looked down at the floor, barely audible to anyone else except himself.

that was a few years ago, now you both are in college and have a shared apartment in the heart of yorknew city.

sunlight greets your bedroom, as the morning sun peers through the window onto the nearby bed.

you groggily awaken from a deep slumber, rubbing your eyes as your eyes adjusts to the natural light in the room. you attempt to get up from the bed, but someone stops you from doing so. killua’s arm firmly holds onto your waist, as he big spoons you from behind. “not waking me up first?” half asleep as he holds you down. “i’ll wake you up laterrr, continue sleeping kil.” you playfully push his arm off, freeing yourself. you get up from the bed and stretch slightly before proceeding to the bathroom. as you walk across the room, you pass by the propped up picture of you and killua on your nightstand, your dear albino placing a kiss on your cheek as you have your arms around him in the framed memory.

“aughh, gotta start the day..” you sleepily encourage yourself as you step into the shower, turning the shower on. stepping out the shower, you put on a fresh pair of clothes for the day. you start brushing your teeth, eyes closed in the process, trying to savour some more short moments of rest before heading out. that is until, you feel a pair of muscular arms snake around your waist. “kil?” you call out, eyes still closed. “mhm…” the silverette assures as he places his head onto your shoulder, holding you from behind. “hug me later! im getting ready right now.” you open your eyes grumpily, pushing his arms off your waist. “yeah yeah, i know!” the silverette confirms, but less than 3 minutes later… he’s hugging you from behind again as you’re applying your skincare.

“babe, let go now. i have to go pack my purse, and you have to wash up now too!” nagging your boyfriend while he reluctantly lets go of you, pouting in the heart-wrenching process.

“love you! see you later!” you yell into the apartment as you’re rushing out the door. you have plans to meet up with your friends for breakfast at a cafe near campus before classes start. you were a bigger social bug compared to your introverted boyfriend.

the sunset was vibrant and full of life, as you returned back to your shared apartment, after a long day. before you could even succeed in pulling out your keys from your purse, the apartment door flings open. “I MISSED YOUUUU!” killua gushed as he immediately pulled you into a warm and sudden embrace, door still left open. “oh! i missed you too babe.. but let me lock the door first please.” you interrupt sheepishly. “later.” killua brushes off your request as he continues to hug you, as well as peppering kisses all over your forehead and face. you eventually stop protesting and just accepted your sweet fate. killua’s home earlier than expected, guess gon’s too busy for plans.

killua can get real annoying once he becomes clingy, good thing is he normally does not cling to anyone. unfortunately, you are the exception. whatever it is you’re doing, as long as you’re near him, he’ll be begging for your attention and desperately holding onto you, pawing for your love. your sapphire-eyed boyfriend first acted non-chalant and unfazed when you guys first became acquainted, but that was just high school killua trying to impress you, to be fair. in truth, as soon as killua got to know you more, he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you! even back in high school, he would always intertwine his hand with yours while walking, sitting, standing, basically constantly. it was so severe, you would have to purposefully distract him with something that interested him, just so you could get school work done! it was like as if you had killua under some kind of spell.

killua feels happy? kiss y/n. killua feels sad? hug y/n. killua feels angry? fuck y/n hard that night. killua feels scared? asks y/n to hold him. you are just simply everything to him. kil knows he might or might not be slightly too obsessed but you don’t actually mind, so he’s gonna keep being your number one fan!

[halitis]

I… need to know if you have more HalbarryOllie thoughts? Please and thank you!

HI OP. tysm for asking because i am actually Always filled with thoughts. they rotate in my mind like a microwave 24/7 :3

this is a mix of headcannons and observations, so i hope that's what you were looking for! sorry it's a billion long i got Invested...

hal and barry for some reason, love to carry each other. they will pick each other up just whenever, barry usually carrying hal in a bridal grasp or hal carrying barry either like a potato sack or creating s construct to carry him. ollie judges them heavily, what freaks. (the first and last time barry tries to carry ollie when it's not necessary, it ends with him taking a solid hit to the crotch. hal will not stop laughing.)

ollie and hal both have leftover habits and trauma from poverty. when one of them sees the other with negative food behaviour, or accidental hoarding they don't say anything because they know they behave the exact same way. another holdover they have, is the stubborn pride that you HAVE to do it yourself. a pipe bursts or something: cue hal and ollie covered in water, apartment flooded, water damage everywhere but Fuck if they aren't going to figure out how to do this! they are outraged when they realised barry called a plumber.

i don't think they will ever get married in anyway, gonna be honest. hal and his commitment issues go brrr and ollie i think just Doesn't like marriage (roy had to get this opinion from somewhere, see below). the only way i ever see them getting married, is because barry wants to (fucking midwesterner), but even then i don't think he actually would want it that badly. i think that paired with the fact that not all of 3 of them can be married, that they just dont bother. paper is not needed to make your love anymore real.

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ollie and barry at first, just get along for hal. like he is a child of divorce. i think they would start getting really close after a long mission. you know when you are just so bone tired you lose the will to fight? they are just lazing about, and someone says something that usually would start an argument and instead the other just laughs and it's history from there on. they still bicker and argue sure, but they both know it's playful.

another reason they might have to start getting along, is their kids! wally and roy are good friends and at the beginning, some of the only sidekicks. i think their initial dislike manifests in passive-agressive one upping each other. ollie buys the boys a full spread for dinner, barry takes them to europe to try authentic food. barry takes them out to a water park, ollie rents out a themepark for them. the boys probably encourage it, especially wally.

im not gonna start spewing roywally propaganda in this post, but just know that the parallels between them and ollie x barry have me in a deathgrip.

ollie is the Only cis person in this relationship. i hc barry as transmasc, and hal as either gnc or genderfluid. ollie's the diversity hire guys <3 (if you include dinah in this, she is also trans! its cannon dont @ me)

the first time there is ever a Proper Fight in the polycule, it's between hal and ollie. ollie's habit of calling people nazis and facists usually don't bother hal (he was in the army, he had to get over letting dumb insults bother him). but just at some point, he's having a Bad Day and he just loses it at ollie. logically he knows it's not targeted but calling the jewish guy a nazi just set him off. they are both too stubborn to break the silence after the fight, it takes barry dragging ollie like a misbehaving cat to hal's to apologise before they get over it. ollie is now very careful to censor himself like that around hal.

honestly if anyone wants me to expand on my thoughts on jewish hal, or transgender halbarryollie PLEASE ask. im a hairtrigger away at any given moment.

ollie and hal both LOVE boxing, they love going to matches and watching. at some point, they start trying to include barry and take him along to the fights. barry for the life of him Cannot enjoy this shit. somehow, at some point, they end up at a wwe match and they all become avid fans. date nights now include lazing on the couch with takeout and watching playbacks on tv.

barry runs so fucking hot, and ollie runs cold. leaving hal to fucking Despise sharing a bed with them. genuinely his worst nightmare. even the army was better than this. it is not uncommon to find hal on the floor asleep.

after hal's death, ollie doesn't cope with it very well. killing his bf fucks him up so greatly, he ends up really clinging to barry. barry also isn't handling well but he can't let himself fall apart, he needs to be there for ollie. they start living together basically full time, until one day barry's grief just builds up too much and he ends up saying something he regrets in the heat of an argument (probably something along the lines of blaming ollie for hal's death or he's only staying with ollie because of hal). ollie storms off and barry is just... Gutted. before they have time to reconcile, ollie dies. (if im getting my timelines wrong don't look at me, i will sob)

not a single one of these men have fashion taste. they all dress like the loser middle aged men they are. fucking fashion crimes against humanity! hal steals their clothes quite frequently, which is controversial considering he is the largest person out of the three of them and their shirts and stuff are definitely Too tight. (ollie and barry aren't complaining though, except for when they get their clothes back and they are so fucking stretched)

i love picturing them as cheerleaders. not like, in the actual getup, but just as them being the PROUDEST boyfriends. hal and barry bragging about how ollie is the best shot in the world (hes not but its fine :3), green arrow and lantern standing to the side on a mission and just watching flash adoringly because they know he doesn't need their help, ollie and barry smugly parading around hal like "yeah. this is my bf. hes so hot i know. he's so smart as well." none of them have any idea they are doing it though. they are gag worthy.

ollie's love language is gifts but not always monetary. more like making them food, taking them out places and stuff like that. its the thought and effort that goes into it, that's why does it. barry's is touch, this man LOVES hugs and draping himself over his bfs. hals is acts of service! he wants to help and just do whatever he can for them whenever possible. you could see that hal bases his selfworth off of how much he can do for others, which is so horrible and sad. so yknow. brainworms.

ollie's house accidentally becomes their usual meeting place, but only because he fucking HATES the zeta tubes. whenever he meets them anywhere, he will always whine about how they make him sick. barry does offer to pick him up, but it's a point of pride to him at this point, he can't just admit defeat to the zeta. barry and hal make a silent agreement to just meet him instead. (this was based off an actual comic panel, but i cannot for the Life of me remember which one).

none of them show up on time to dates. it actually becomes so incredibly common that when they miss them, no one takes offence anymore. cue one time where they all missed a date, and are sheepish around the others and keep trying to make it up to them. it takes 3 days before they realise that none of them were there.

and that's it for now! thanks for reading mwah maah

[corazondebeskar-reads]

how to break a girl in ten easy steps - part four

dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

series masterlist | prev chapter | next chapter

words: 600

summary: rewind. play it back from the start.

chapter warnings: dark, dead dove do not eat, non-con, captivity, predator/prey, capture, non-linear storytelling, brief mentions of car accidents - no graphic description. there's nothing explicit in this chapter, but it's still fairly dark.

dividers by @saradika-graphics

NOTE: please read and heed the series and chapter warnings. this is very dark. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. please read responsibly.

Step One Once you’ve selected the perfect girl, make arrangements to bring her home. Remember all the elements of a successful acquisition: stealth, strength, and speed. Follow the tips in Appendix B to avoid unwanted attention. 

He’d been looking for a girl like you. A dumb little thing who no one would miss. He had everything else he wanted — his land, his cabin, his truck, his guns. Everything his shriveled old heart could want, except a warm cunt. 

And, admittedly, he was just a little lonely. Not enough to want to be around people more. No, he made his chit-chat on monthly shopping trips.

The townsfolk liked him an awful lot. Sure, it was mostly pity, but he’d fixed enough fences and done his part at a few barn raisings. Always asked Billy at the hardware about his grandkids and tipped Sheila generously at the cafe. Kept the boys at the Sheriff’s department flush with venison and took care of any mountain lions that wandered too close to the residential areas. 

He heard them whisperin’. Poor Old Man Miller, what a sad bastard, living by himself out in the woods since the accident. 

You’d stayed at the little motel for a night, and seemed to have moved on in the morning. 

Seemed to. 

What was left of your shitty, banged-up little sedan was in his tertiary barn. Your shitty sedan, an old truck he’d been halfway through fixing up a long time ago, and the remains of another truck covered by a tarp (which, in turn, was covered by a thick layer of dust) in the back corner. 

A little graveyard of sorts.

He’d known when he saw you sippin’ coffee in the diner. Eyes darting around you, clearly put off by the dinky little country town you’d stumbled across for the night. All alone and so sweet. So fuckin’ pretty. You were perfect. 

And by the next night, you were his.

You’d been just passing through. But you’d driven through the night, and now that it was the next afternoon, you knew you had to call it soon. The only thing around was some pit stop of a town; all huddled around the off-ramp on the south side of the mountain pass. A Holiday Inn was nestled behind a gas station, and you couldn’t tell if either were really open. 

The Speedway was a success, doing yourself the favor of filling your tank tonight so you could hit the road at first light with no extra stops. The Holiday Inn, however, was way out of your budget. Luckily, on the other side of the highway was a dinky motel and a cute little diner whose neon sign was speaking all the right words—and those words were “24-hour breakfast.” 

As expected, there weren’t too many people inside. It was dubiously clean and probably was a nice place fifty years ago. Now, the Formica tabletops were cracked and stained. The bench’s vinyl cover was ripped, but you didn’t mind any. Not when you can smell eggs and pancakes already.

There was a grizzled man at the counter with a cup of black coffee. His dark eyes narrowed and followed you, sending spidery shivers down your neck. You ignored him, even though he kept looking at you while you ate. Every town had its old perverts, and so long as he didn’t try anything, you’d forget all about him by the next day.

Or, you would have. If only he hadn’t been the one to pull you from the wreck of your little Toyota after that pickup drove you off the road. 

If only. 

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

more rugby! trans! reader brainrot. the drivers are flustered bc reader keeps accidentally flexing and modeling for them. like you're walking around the house shirtless post-top surgery, and all they can focus on is how good you look

- 🛢

trans boy who walked around shirtless for months after top surgery reporting for fic writing duty 🫡

gabriel bortoleto:

he's a lil smug about it but in a cute way?

like yeah. yeah that's his boyfriend.

he's so happy for you and he's so proud of you

he does wish you'd stop flexing all the time tho

he may be smooth but he is unfortunately not smooth enough to be immune to Oh God My Boyfriend Is Hot moments

very much in the begrudgingly flustered column

like some drivers are so ready to be open and beg

but gabi's like "yes you look hot now hurry up before i change my mind 🙄"

lowkey gets offended when you start wearing shirts again

mick schumacher:

sweetest in the whole wide world

looks at you with stars in his eyes

like you're the most handsome man he's ever seen

would probably gets distracted mid sentence and just trails off to stare at you instead

he looks so cute when he's blushing and smiling

totally wants to go surfing with you now that you've had surgery

even if it does end with him wiping out because he got distracted looking at your muscles

he loves his boyfriend and he refuses to apologise even when his love for you makes him walk face-first into a tree

oscar piastri:

so dumb (affectionately)

oscar is very smart and strategic but only for cars and card games

anything else and he'll just blink at you or pretend to understand

finds it very hard to listen when you're talking to him about your games or anything

he's just staring at your pecs/abs/arms with a dumb look on his pretty face

no thoughts behind those big brown eyes anymore

will also get upset when you start wearing shirts again but he is not lowkey about it at all

will only shut up abt it if you wear his shirt instead

[lightofraye]

Heeeyyyyyy!

First, thanks for being so patient with me getting back to you on this! Life before, during and after surgery has been... oof.

Second... I'll be a wee bit honest. I hesitated to answer because I just know it won't fly well with a lot of fans. But... unpleasant statements and/or opinions are sometimes difficult to share.

(Oh yeah. Note: Not an expert. Definitely not. Just someone who did an intense deep dive on Jensen and Danneel and never surfaced. I'm drowning, y'all, haha. I'm also not someone who will shy away from unpleasant aspects of Jensen or bury it. Even if it kills me.)

That said....

Yes. I do believe he has cheated on Danneel and will again. But... she's also not innocent either.

There's the that have been swirling around Danneel and Steve for essentially the majority of their... 'friendship'. The way she seems more exuberant to kiss Steve. Her intense chemistry and closeness with him.

I mean... in late fall of 2019, there were rumors of Steve and Danneel banging, seen making out, during the ACL fest. She didn't help by pretending she and Steve stayed at an AirBnB, separate rooms. Lord, Danneel... we're not blind nor dumb.*

And then there's the rumor of Jensen having had a fling/one-night stand with a girl during Bacchus of 2019... and that Steve helped cover it up.*

I know Tara and... I want to say anti-leecher... also claimed Jensen had a mistress for years in Canada. (I'm dubious about that myself.)

I know someone tried to claim Erin Moriarty (Starlight of The Boys) was screwing around with Jensen but it turned out those Instagram posts were falsified.

But let's look at the beginning. Way in the beginning.

Danneel was with Riley, right? Four years, give or take. Potentially engaged or were about to be. Then she and Jensen likely hooked up/cheated on their respective partners (though there are some who say Jensen had been broken up by then, but he himself said they were with other people during a convention--but I wonder if he said that to make them both look less bad? I dunno) during filming of Ten Inch Hero.

Then Danneel goes back, moves out of her and Riley's shared apartment without ever saying a word to the guy. Such class! Imagine coming home and your girlfriend's stuff is gone and she never has the guts to say "Hey, we're over."

Tch.

Anyway... then there's... ahem... Danneel's casting couch rumors. She never got a job that she didn't fuck her way into--just couldn't keep those jobs because she can't act.

I normally am one to say "I believe the women",... and I do.... Just not Danneel. I believe Hilarie and Sophia. But Danneel was Mark Schwahn's willing fuck buddy for years. Hilarie practically confirmed it when she said that Mark called her, drunk, and admitted to having an affair with Danneel. What did Hilarie do? Nothing.

If those women were actually friends, why didn't Hilarie and Sophia include her when they came out into the open about what Mark did? Why did Danneel have to do it herself? Because it's not true.

So there's that. There's the chance Jensen might've had a fling or two while filming Supernatural. He's been very discreet, which, honestly, I admire. (Pity Danneel couldn't be more discreet. Everybody knows about her and Steve.)

Now I know, if anyone made it this far, this is going to be a weird statement to make... but this is very typical of Hollywood. Apart from your partner for months... it's very normal. Many a relationship and marriage have been broken up and destroyed by infidelity. More, Hollywood is empty for the soul. There's a reason why addiction is rampant in Hollywood--gotta fill it up somehow.

* - told to me by someone in the industry. I'm willing to believe them.

[steddieunderdogfics]

Passing Notes (and other tropes) by harmonictechnicality

Rating: E

69,363 words, 12/12 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Tags: Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort. Light BDSM. Soft Dom Eddie Munson. Choking. Dirty Talk. like turn around now if you don't like dirty talk , Spit Kink, Bottom Steve Harrington, Strip Tease, Phone Sex, First Time, Dry Humping, script format scenes for banter purposes, brief mention of kink shaming, 1983 dnd boys make a minor appearance, Praise Kink, Possessive Behavior, Bullying, Minor Violence, 80's Pop Culture References, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Not Beta Read, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Love Bites, we're living in my delusional headcanon that Steve is an 18 year old junior in high school

Summary:

And as Steve drives home, he knows what he should be thinking. He should be so proud of himself for having this breakthrough. He should be wildly excited that he had a productive conversation with the opposite sex - or anybody, for that matter. He should be patting himself on the back on the prospects of being Just Friends with Nancy Wheeler instead of gaining another number to his dumb body count list. He should be reveling in the news that he is capable of change. But Steve’s not thinking about any of those really wonderful things. He’s only thinking about one thing:

‘Nancy’s little bother called me douchey-looking-hair-guy, and I cannot wait to tell Eddie Munson.’

 

Or:

What if Steve Harrington had found himself in detention with Eddie Munson on the day he was supposed to take Nancy Wheeler on their first date? How drastically different would his life be?

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ONS CHAPTER 143 SPOILERS THOUGHTS

I don’t even know how much of the OnS fandom here is left since I barely check but a chapter with Mitsuba screentime dropped and I am here for it.

First things first, Mitsuba getting a Black Demon was neither in my 2025 nor any other year’s bingo card. I still can’t believe it but now I guess this is what Kagami meant years ago when he said something was awaiting her. Yoichi and Kimizuki have had Black Demons since the earliest chapters of the manga but everything around it has been heavily underused. Kagami could have put Mitsuba in the same situation as the boys yet he hasn’t until this moment so is it too hopeful to think that Mitsuba getting a Black Demon will mean something in the long run?

On the topic of getting a Black Demon (since Ky is a high ranked progenitor), is she getting it as a second demon or replacing her first demon? Because if it’s the latter I am going start to feel dumb after all the years I have been analysing ‘Tenjiryū’ down to the last details just for that faceless demon to be replaced😭. All my analyses, my theories…down to the 🗑️🚮 I guess. Even if Tenjiryū hasn’t had a face reveal I am still attached to the character because of how much I analysed them. I like their name, their form as a weapon and as a spectral demon as well as their ability. With how inconsistent powerscaling in OnS is due to plot reasons I wouldn’t even care if Mitsu stayed with a lower ranked demon until the end. But it is just a preference and I particularly don’t mind these events. Only thing I pray for it that Mitsu’s weapon stays the same because I like battle axes and I am actually concerned if her new cursed gear are Ky’s fingers in Shinoa’s hand (please no—😅). I even read some Twitter’s comments comparing this situation to Sukuna’s fingers and I just pray no one has to eat them. I guess Ky’s weapon as a vampire is worn in the hand as seen in volume 16 cover but I prefer the axe much more.

However, if I think deep into it does Mitsu getting a Black Demon even work? Iirc Kureto said that Black Demon users need a surgery for it beforehand (plus there is also the whole mental strength and desire needed too). Who knows…not all panels have been released so I am looking forward to it. Especially since there was a panel of the squad as children in a different era which arises more questions (and I finally got smol Mitsu panel, even if it’s half…).

On the topic of Ky, I should have seen his death coming considering that he was getting a backstory reveal (classic red flag) but I didn’t. Objectively, him crying for his mother at the end is sad but so much has been going on in OnS over the last years that I am kind of desensitised. I might actually feel it when Urdie dies since it seems all the vampires will be killed🥲.

Link to the account posting spoilers below👇

[mytypeismohg]

Wow I never thought I'd see people aggressively going after Ansbach now, just because they can't dig up enough shit on Mohg lmao. Nearly everyone knows Mohg is kinda crazy and obviously blood thirsty, that has nothing to do with Miquella’s actions. Mohg was stated to have abducted and experimented on the War Surgeons and a merchant for some reason, and corrupted plenty of Tarnished. Just as the game made it quite explicit that Miquella has charmed MANY people, and that, yes, his charm "compels love". WAY before the dlc...Do I believe Mohg’s romantic attraction specifically was caused by Miquella? No. I believe that's a Mohg thing, or Mohg is just a remnant of some cut disturbing lore. The obsessive and serving attitude? Yes. That is literally a part of Miquella’s bewitchment. There's a reason the prattling pate "My beloved" is found in the Haligtree, because despite love being "fickle" in the Lands Between, love for Miquella is very common.

"The Empyrean Miquella is loved by many people".

The dlc actually seemed to tone down the obsessive behavior for Miquella by his charmed subjects ironically lol, more so putting them in a passive sedation with their goals still partially intact (unless it affects his own, like Thiollier and Ansbach. Hornsent still remembers his hatred for Messmer etc.) rather than 24/7 guarding a single Miquella’s Lilly with their life and blowing themselves up in desperation, hoping for his return.

"Spirits of common soldiers who carry the sacred light. When weakened, they explode to deliver a last-ditch attack. This was the bitter revelation discovered by the desperate soldiers who awaited the return of their lord to the rotted Haligtree. May the flash of our deaths guide Miquella's return."

I agree the whole "Miquella is literally Griffith, Miquella is more evil than Marika, Miquella is literally Satan" stuff is dumb, but he isn't some defenseless 'damsel in distress' either. (That might be Godrick /jk)

We all know that Miquella can use powerful holy incantations due to the dlc, but a cut item seems to suggest he had that power far before his attempted ascension.

From Sekiro Dubi on X/Twitter -

Miquella has power beyond his charming abilities, he literally obtained/learned these types of incantations from Radagon.

"One of the incantations of the Golden Order fundamentalists. Produces three rings of light and fires them forwards. The rings of light return to a position close to the caster before disappearing. This incantation can be cast repeatedly. A gift from the young Miquella to his father, Radagon."

Miquella is not weak and helpless, he only appears to be due to his curse. He's literally called "the most fearsome Empyrean" for a reason.

Ansbach has nothing to do with anything, I could have easily deduced that Miquella was brainwashing people far before the dlc, the evidence is right there in the base game. Just like somehow some ppl are shocked to find out that Trina is a part of Miquella and think the dlc added that in too. It was all there from the beginning.

Speaking of that, why does no one find Thiollier's obsessive love for Trina odd too? She's part of Miquella.

"Silver sword carried by clerics of St. Trina. Inflicts sleep ailment upon foes.St. Trina is an enigmatic figure. Some say she is a comely young girl, others are sure he is a boy. The only certainty is that their appearance was as sudden as their disappearance."

"A talisman depicting a smiling St. Trina, a vision conjured deep within a certain man's heart. Raises attack power when sleep is triggered in the vicinity. 'Only I am allowed to know. Of your velvety sleep. Its sweetly gentle embrace. So please, smile—for me, and only me.'"

Certain man is Thioller obviously.

Unrelated but I wonder if the description on the Torch was suggesting what may have happened to Trina had she ascended along with Miquella.

"Candlestand torch that burns with a light-purple flame. The carvings depict St. Trina, but in adult form, somewhat unnervingly.

The light-purple flame induces sleep"