#but if you're just adding bright colors to add bright colors? stop please...

[bookishjules]

unpopular opinion i think but man.. i am already sick of this willy nilly sprayed edges shit

[sunkissedlouis]

Hi! I don't know if you already have a tutorial but would you mind sharing your gif making process? Thank you!

hiiii anon!

thank you for sending this in :) it's my first time getting a tutorial request hehe i tried to explain each step i do as best as i can.

i'll put the gif making process and tutorial under the cut bc it's image + text heavy

before starting, i'd just like to share what i use in creating gifs:

i'm on mac (i used to do them on windows... the ps steps are the same if you're using one)

i'm currently using photoshop 2022

i use 9xbuddy or video downloadhelper extension on firefox mainly for downloading videos

best quality to download for hq gifs is ideally 1080p and above. (although you can get away with 720p for smaller gif sizes)

i use mplayer-osx extended to get the screencaps/frames for my gifs (if i'm not doing the import option in photoshop)

for this tutorial, i'm using the latam highlights video from louis' ig reels to make today's gif. on to the tutorial / process!

please click the screenshots i've included below and zoom in on the texts on them to see them clearly (apologies for the quality!)

IMPORT YOUR FRAMES. once you've downloaded your video, open photoshop and click FILE > IMPORT > VIDEO FRAMES TO LAYERS

SELECT THE PART YOU WANT TO GIF. the shorter, the better because you want to keep it crisp and keep the file under 10mb when you save it after all the layers. here are the settings i use:

toggle the smaller arrows under the bar to select the parts you want to gif. once you have your frames loaded, it should show you a timeline table at the bottom and their corresponding layers on the right side. (if you can't see the timeline, go to WINDOW > click TIMELINE)

3. DELETE EXTRA LAYERS, CROP PARTS YOU WANT TO FOCUS ON, AND RESIZE.

after cropping the parts of the gifs, resize them according to the tumblr sizing to prevent your gifs from looking blurry once you upload them. you can use this size guide for your reference :) the gif's height can be any size as far as i know. go to IMAGE > IMAGE SIZE > INPUT THE SIZE. for this gif, we'll do 540 x 540

4. CHANGE GIF SPEED and CONVERT TO SMART OBJECT

once you've selected all frames

set the delay to 0.07. this is usually the natural, normal speed for gifs on here. it depends on the number of frames you have but i usually do .07 or .05 (sometimes .08 haha)

with all your timeline frames still selected, then select all the layers on the right side. go to SELECT > ALL LAYERS

then convert them to smart object so we can edit all the layers all at once. go to LAYER > SMART OBJECTS > CONVERT TO SMART OBJECT

5. SHARPEN (one of my fave parts!)

this is the basic one that most users use:

STEP 1: go to FILTER > SHARPEN > SMART SHARPEN

radius usually goes from 0.3-0.4

STEP 2: Repeat STEP 1, but this time change the settings to:

you can stop here but i like my gifs crispier and to have more texture! i use the sharpening settings from this tutorial or these sharpening action packs from user brainwasheds. i highly recommend these! i mix and match the settings when i'm not happy with how they look on my gifs. but for this gif we'll use the sharpening settings from this tutorial.

in addition to the settings from that tutorial, i also added FILTER > OTHER > HIGH PASS at 3.4 radius, then set the opacity to 60-80

then lastly add FILTER > ADD NOISE > NOISE at gaussian setting with 1.5 amount, then set opacity to 20-30

6. BRIGHTENING, COLORING, BALANCING, ADDING TEXTURE

now for the fun part!

STEP 1: BRIGHTEN UP THE GIF this is my go-to way to increase the brightness. go to LAYER > NEW ADJUSTMENT LAYER > BRIGHTNESS / CONTRAST then change its blending mode from NORMAL to SCREEN

you now have a very bright, highly saturated gif but we'll fix that lol

STEP 2: ADD CONTRAST BY FIXING THE BLACKS AND WHITES add a new adjustment layer > LEVELS

i usually play around with these. middle and black arrows add shadows and contrast while the white arrows add highlights/brightness to the gifs.

these are my settings! these are not definite bc it varies depending on what you're working on, so adjust them accordingly. next, add another adjustment layer > CURVES

i usually zoom in to locate the darkest / black area using the black dropper. then once that's done, do the same and locate the brightest/white area. this adds further contrast to your gif that wasn't done in the previous step.

STEP 3: COLORING (my fave part!!!) add a new adjustment layer > SELECTIVE COLOR this is the part where i like to neutralize the skin color when it gets too yellow or red, make the colors pop, and sometimes change them too. louis' skin was looking too red heavy, so i wanted to reduce that! i start with balancing out the skin color with REDS & YELLOWS.

these are my settings for this gif! adjust them and observe the changes it makes on the person's skin. if you know color theory, it's helpful to see how it affects the colors on your gifs. putting the arrows more on the left side, adds more 'cool' tones, whilst putting the arrows to the right side, adds more 'warm' tones.

i like to deepen the blacks on my gifs further so, go to selective color's BLACKS and on the black scale, add more to the right! for this one, i added +10

add a new SELECTIVE COLOR adjustment layer. for this one, we'll make the surrounding colors pop more!

for these settings, i made the leaves more vivid while the teal(?) wall, i adjusted them made it more blue.

next, add a new adjustment layer > COLOR BALANCE this is where you can make further adjustments on the overall colors of your gif. you can also change the color tone of your gifs here if you want to make it more 'cool' tone or 'warm' tone looking.

earlier's color theory applies here as well!

6.5. OPTIONAL STEP: ADD TEXTURE/OVERLAYS after the last step, you can save your gif as is but again, i like adding textures to my gifs so we'll add one. i use the textures/overlays that i got from here :)

i like to use film, grainy textures! add the texture you want on top of all the layers.

then change the blending mode to LIGHTEN or SCREEN. adjust the opacity to 20-40%. for this gif i used screen with 40%.

7. EXPORT AND SAVE YOUR GIF time to save your gif! click FILE > EXPORT > SAVE FOR WEB

this is my default setting for my gifs. i also tick the interlaced option sometimes.

here's the finished gif:

there you go anon! :) if you have any more questions, just lmk or you can directly dm me off-anon if you want.

i also get inspo, guides, and other tutorials over at @usergif

[satansfashionconsultant]

Fashion bashing and advice for deities and beings

Gods, goddesses, and deities

@god-of-powerpoint you need to stop wearing polos. They do nothing for you. While a suit would complement you better, you need to avoid anything double-breasted, considering your stature, as it will only make you look wider. Seriously, if you must wear polos, do not wear any with embellishment or cuffs on the sleeves, as this will make it even worse. Polos are a semi-formal item. You need to look better.

@thatsonehelofaname the black-white color scheme goes nicely with your complexion, but try adding a few pastels. Anything very bright will make you look washed out, but the right tones will add some color to your skin.

@imhotterthanallofyou you are correct in saying that you look good in red, it brings out your eyes and pairs nicely with your skin tone. A slit-skirt dress goes nicely, considering your lean figure. Play to your strengths.

@justicenotlaw try to change it up every now and then. A vest rather than a jacket will look very nice, and the lack of stiffer fabric will make your missing hand look less awkward.

@stop-hammer-time the hauberk look is classic, but try switching up the vest, or adding a couple small accessories.

@thesebootsaremadeforstomping the thighs-highs, again, you actually got something right. Please, for the love of all that is beautiful. Wear something other than black. Even a dark navy or burgundy would be nice, although reds would be best considering your eyes are made of blood, so then they can match.

@possessed-not-obsessed literally just come over, you need a home. There's nothing else to tell you.

@goddessofloveanddeath Brinsingarmen does NOT go with everything. If you love it so much, change the outfit to match. The color of red gold clashes with rose gold.

@lordofsummergodofrizz dear one, please try trading the flannel for something else. While I will admit, they do look good on you, I think nothing would look better.

@the-god-of-this-age the ambassador from Tartarus will be here in an hour. Please have at least a scrap of modesty.

Other assorted beings

@thesmallbadwolf when you're free, I'd be happy to give you some pointers. I think forest green, taupe, or ivory would really bring out your eyes. Aside from that, Tyr says you have a strong yet lean figure, so perhaps something with a slimmer fit would look best.

If I've missed anyone, please tag them and I will give my input.

[idotartist]

I love the way you draw fire though! and your colouring is beautiful, I was wondering if there are any tips you could give for colouring?

OMG THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! ;A; i'm still figuring out how drawing fire works tho and the feedback i got was super helpfull and got me a step closer to it i think!! during my last 2 drawings i've always had some super helpful feedback about the fire so i feel really blessed about that~ as for the colouring tips, well these are some of the tricks and methods i use;

1- instead of using a darker colour for the shading i just use a more saturated colour, kinda like this;

the added saturation makes the colour appear darker when in reality it's not! think about it like colouring traditionally with colour pencils. when you use a colour pencil the places where you added a lot of pressure look much darker than the places where you added only very little pressure - despite it being one and the same colour! done with the same pencil! the reason it appears darker is because it simply just has more pigment. that's what we're doing here too, we're making the color appear darker by adding more pigment.

BUT

if we just simply stick with the exact same hue then the colouring would look bright and vivid - but still be horribly boring. so i play around with the hue too!!

the circle determines the hue you're selecting and the colors you see there are all at 0% darkness but 100% saturation despite them, technically, being equally light/dark according to the software they still look differently dark rotate the hue in the direction of blue/purple for the shadows and in the direction for yellow to select the colours for the highlights

blue, purple and red are the best colours to shade white with, for black however it'd stick to blue or else it stops looking like black and starts looking like a very dark colour instead

2- give each colour it's own layer.

that way, if you notice halfway through that the colours you've chosen don't look so good together you can still make adjustements and edit every single colour without losing any of the progress you've done with the shading (note: do all of the shading on the same!!! layer as the base colour tho!!!)

many artists solve this issue by using predetermined colour palettes, that way they're guaranteed that the colours look good toghether but colour palettes save absolutely no time at all (adjusting the colours of a layer takes only a few seconds) and are extremely limiting when colouring so i just don't see any benefit to them

3- USE THE RIGHT BRUSH!!!! your choice of brushes can honestly make or break the colouring. the impact they have should not be underestimated, it's huge. which brush is best for you depends on your artstyle but personally i think brushes that simulate either watercolours or copic markers are the best ones.

if you use a software where it's possible to use custom brushes made by fellow artists then PLEASE do that. most art software comes with awful default brushes, and even for those that come with decent default brushes (such as photoshop) most free custom brushes made by fellow artists are still so much better than the default brushes that they're worlds apart Clip Studio Paint (the software i use) has an assets "store" where you can download brushes made by fellow users. for other art software i'd recommend checking out deviantart for user made custom brushes if it's a software that existed before the downfall of deviantart. it's a huge goldmine filled with insanely amazing brushes for many different types of software. personally i use a brush called froggy pencil for the colouring 4- add overlay layers to your art after finishing with the colouring. they can make a drawing really come to live and it's insane just HOW much they add to a drawing. usually i always either use a gradient, a solid colour or a soft airbrushed colour on the overlays and let them do their magic.

to show just how much of a difference overlay layers make; here's a comparision between my most recent drawing - and a version of the same drawing where i removed all overlay layers. see the difference?

...soo uhhh ... that's all the tips and tricks i have up my sleeve lol hope it helped a bit?

[sxdmoonchxld]

Operation: Pop The Cherry | JJK

Jungkook x Virgin!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: rough bathroom sex, college au, unprotected sex, teasing, fingering, Jungkook has a virgin kink if you couldn’t tell by he title, lowkey sadistic JK, Gay BFF Jimin, mentions of alcohol and weed, brief mention of homophobia. bIG diCK Jungkook, more belly bulging, and I forgot what else

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: Against you better judgement and thank to your best friend Jimin. You somehow agreed to let a stranger on campus known as the Cherry Popper, too well..pop your cherry.

Alternatively: You're a virgin. Jungkook has a fetish/kink for fucking virgins.

A/N: I guess i’ll keep putting this note until i stop reposting my old stories. I use to be lizardsocial, and this fic was previously called Game. You may still be able to find it somewhere on tumblr. I edited this fic heavily and it’s honestly a new story, but there are still some elements from the fic it used to be still in there. Unedited so please let me know of any mistakes or typos. Like, comment, reblog, let me know what you think. Enjoy!

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Bass boosted pop music seeped through the dense walls of the energetic room. Strobing bright colored beams danced to the rhythm of the music in mesmerizing synchrony. The musty odor of marijuana, booze, and sex-saturated air shrouded the room in a turbid veil, covering the sea of drunken undulating bodies packed in the cramped living room.  Empty beer cans and other various booze bottles mixed with burnt-out blunts accompanied the young adults. You groaned with irritation and disgust. You didn't want to be here, but to your chagrin, you had a promise to keep.

It wasn't a secret that the college nightlife was unquestionably not your type of 'scene.' You quite frequently elected to willingly engage most of your time in your freshman dorm, wrapped in your weighted burrito blanket. A nightstand stockpiled with all your favorite snacks, lights dimmed low, and lavender incense burning, filling your room with the aroma of relaxation. The perfect setting to binge-watch your favorite show for the umpteenth time, the shifting distorted brightness of your computer screen, projecting the scenes against your face. 

It's kind of funny how you got yourself into this mess in the first place. The one time you decide to take the chance and branch away from the alternate antisocial hermit, your personality had adopted as its own had come back to bite you in the ass. You admit, lately, you've been neglecting your best friend. Your reasonings generally varying from the classic 'oh I was sleep' to deliberately silencing your phone, not wanting to hear the constant shrill ringing of the default ringtone. You loved Jimin, you truly did, but you could only take so much of his eccentric mashup of bubblegum and rainbow sparkles that was his personality. Eventually, guilt began eating away at you piece by piece until you ultimately caved in and invited your friend over for an impromptu movie night in your dorm room. 

Not even 30 minutes into the movie, one that you had been dying to see, might you add, Jimin commenced his drunk and high chattering. He had already started 'pre-gaming' before he came over; Six shots of straight Vodka and 2 blunts. Every day you prayed for this man's liver and brain function; with how much he drank and smoke, you would think he needed it to function. 

"Oh! Oh! Bitttch. Did I tell you about that football player, I fucckked last week!" Jimin started slurring on certain words. You noticed his eyes were glossy and glazed over. 

"No, you didn't, Chim." You sighed, completely giving up trying to watch the movie. You would have to watch it on your alone time. 

"Reeaally?" Jimin slurred, a goofy grin uplifting his lips.

"Yes, really. You haven't told me." Amusement lightly coated your voice. 

"Welll, his name is T-tae, Tae-tae something. Hold on, it's coming to me." Jimin said, rubbing the sides of his temples, trying to remember the guys' name. 

"Taehyung! That's it!" Jimin shrieked, snapping his fingers in victory.

You looked at him startled. You remember Taehyung from high school. You didn't recall him being at this college, though. Well, it wasn't like you paid attention to many things outside your bubble anyway.

"Wasn't he homophobic as fuck in high school?" You asked, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, he was. Buttt I guess he was trying to cover up, that he was actually on the DL." Jimin smiled, whispering the last part.

"DL? What's that mean?" You inquired

Jimin looked at you with a look of betrayal. "It means he's on the down-low, meaning he didn't want anyone to know he's gay. Girrl, I'm too crossfaded to be explaining this to you."

You chuckled, " My bad, Chim. So was it good?"

"Fuck, no! Dick was straight trash. The only thing that saved him a little was that his dick was huge." Jimin said, wiping away a pretend tear from the corner of his eye. 

You laughed boisterously at that. If Jimin wasn't so adamant about becoming a professional dancer. He could seriously take up a career in comedy.

"Speaking of dick. When are you gonna get some?" Jimin asked, turning his body to face you completely. As you looked at him, you noticed his eyes seemed a bit clearer, and his face wasn't as red as earlier. Not only did Jimin drink like a fish and smoke like a chimney. He was somehow able to sober just as fast.

"Oh my god, Jimin. Please don't sta-"

"Mmm, no missy," Jimin said, wagging his finger in your face.

"Don't you hear it?" He said, cupping his hand around his ear as if he was straining to hear something.

"Hear what?" You replied, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms against your chest.

"The cobwebs and tumbleweed living in your cunt."

"Jimin!" You shrieked, slapping the arm closest to you.

"Don't Jimin me! You know it's true, I swear you're gonna be a 40-year-old virgin, and by the time you finally make the decision to have sex, it'll be too late!" Jimin yelled, stumbling to stand up from the couch.

"First off, ouch. I won't be a 40-year-old virgin. That's very insulting. Second, I do plan to lose it soon. I just haven't found the time or the right guy." You said, looking down at your feet shyly. You did want to lose your virginity, but with being an introvert with a mix of social anxiety and just a dash of seasonal depression for added flavor. It was hard even to get out of bed sometimes. Much less going out and trying to find someone to do the do with.

"Oh! Well, if that's all, then I got you covered, babe. Time? Next week Friday at Jihyo's dorm. As for the right guy, I know a dude. He has like a kink for that kind of thing." Jimin answered nonchalantly, now scrolling through his phone, probably on his social media page.

You looked at Jimin, head tilted to the side, confused. "What kind of thing?"

"Oh, you know fucking virgins and shit. Popping their cherries." He said, popping his "P's."

You sputtered, exasperated. What the fuck. You didn't kink shame, that was for losers, but he can't seriously expect you to do something like that.

"What the actual fuck. Jimin, are you serious?"  

"Deadly." He said, looking you square in your eyes. His tone of voice haven dropped an octave lower.

"Jimin no. I-i can't."

"Jimin, yes! Err, I mean _____ yes, you can! Come on, it's a once in a lifetime experience. Plus, it's not like he's a total stranger. I've known him since he was 8 years old. I use to babysit the little shit head." Jimin said, waving his hand in the air, trying to swat away a rogue fly.

"Wow, Chim. You know, now that you put it like it makes me feel a lot better about the situation." You said tone dripped in sarcasm

"Really?" Jimin squealed, a delighted twinkling in his eye.

"Of course not! Don't be stupid!" Offended, you gawked at Jimin. You swear sometimes he could be so dimwitted.

"Come on, please? At least meet him, and if the vibe is not right, then you can leave no harm done." Jimin pleaded, his attention back on you. Was it crazy that you were actually thinking about agreeing to this? Jimin did have a point. It was sort of a once in a lifetime opportunity. He did know the guy, and if you didn't like the vibe, then you could just bounce, right? Right?

Sighing in defeat, your hands dragged down your face and turned towards a pouting Jimin. Grabbing at his deflated shoulders, you shook her lightly, and with urgency in your voice, you spoke, "Alright goddammit! I'll do it, but you have to stay by my side the whole time, no running off, you understand!" 

You watched Jimin's face quirk into a sly smirk. You swore you could see the cogs in his brain churning. Damn, you were going to regret this. You had the tendency to make deals when pressured. Most of the time, those agreements ended up backfiring on you, confining you in the proverbial rock and a hard place. 

"Yay! Operation: Pop _____ Cherry has commenced. Okay, so will meet at the auditorium on the art campus. From there we will walk to Jihyo's dorm, it's only five minutes. Promise me you'll actually show up and won't flake on me." A complacent expression rested arrogantly on Jimin's features, a single pinky finger extended towards you. 

"Don't give this situation a not-so-secret code name. And I can't believe I'm saying this but, I promise." You agreed, interlocking pinky fingers, yours thumbs coming up to press against one another.

"So I'll meet you at the location Friday, don't be late, and wear something sexy. No granny clothes." he chirped, making his way to your front door.

"Wait! You're leaving already?" you frowned, looking at the clock on your wall. He's only been here for an hour, and 30 mins of it were spent persuading you to hurry up and lose your virginity. You didn't even get to finish the movie together.

"Sorry babe, but I have a dick appointment." he shrugged, putting his arms through the sleeves of his jacket.

"Can you at least tell me the name of the guy who's supposed to fuck me?" you huffed, honestly you were done for tonight. As soon as Jimin left, you were heading straight for bed.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget." Jimin slaps the center of his forehead. "He's a real cutie. I would fuck him if he wasn't as straight as an arrow." Jimin looks off to a far wall, eyeing it with jealousy.

"Just tell me his name, please." You pleaded. Oh yeah, that's definitely a headache forming. You could feel it already. Jimin snaps out of his daydreaming and spins his body towards you.

"Jungkook."

Time skip to a week later, and precisely as you suspected, what a mistake that whole conversation was. Now here you were at this fucking dorm party with people you didn't know or care to get to know. Jimin had left you as soon as he saw his next piece of ass. Restlessly you hauled down the short black dress that insisted on riding up your ass, the soles of your feet protesting in the slim heeled shoes. Floundering your way into the packed building, you couldn't help but query where Jungkook was. Jimin was supposed to get around to send you a picture of the mystery man, but that never happened. Funny how now was the best time you decided to question why exactly Jimin was your best friend.

"Well damn, the pictures Jimin sent me doesn't do you justice at all. You're fucking hot." You recoiled from the closeness of the voice, the heated breath sending chills skittering down your spine, and the hairs on the back of your neck ramrod straight. Heat spurred to your face when you whisked around to meet an absolutely gorgeous guy. Like unfairly gorgeous guy. You stared wide-eyed, taking in his chiseled facial features, paired with wide doe eyes and bunny smile decorating his face. Somehow, someway he's mastered looked soft and sexy at the same damn time. And fuck was that a dangerous combination for your pussy. Your heart too, but more so your cunt.

"U-uh, thanks? Who are you exactly?" You watch as he recoils back from your with a look of apprehension on his face.

"A-are you not ____?" he stutters cutely. You think you can see the beginnings of a blush burning his cheeks. You nod your head once to confirm his question. He stared at you a minute longer before you see the recognition spark in his chocolate orbs.

"Jimin didn't send you my picture did he?" Shaking his head with his eyes close, you get the courage the scan his face a bit more. Yeah. He's definitely blushing.

"Sorry. I guess seeing you here, I thought Jimin would have...prepared you better." Shaking your head from side to side because your words refused to come out. You watched as he backed up a bit further from your personal space and thrust his right hand out to you. 

"The name's Jungkook, or J.K. Whatever suits your taste."

With clammy hands, you taking his outstretched hand marveled at how it almost covers your hand. Now that he's moved back from you, you now had to chance to see how tall he really was. Maybe about 6 to 7 inches taller. You look down at his feet and eye his combat boot, perhaps a little shorter but still taller. And big, yeah, definitely bigger. His oversized black jacket did little to hide the broadness of his shoulders and chest. You let your eyes travel down the length of his body. You bet he's hiding some killer abs under his shirt. And holy fuck, his thighs.

"You like what you see, baby girl?" Teasing, he's teasing but God, if his voice didn't make you pussy throbbing pathetically. Whimpering slightly, you let out a meek "Yes." God, you hope he didn't hear that.

Much to your dismay, he did, hear you. How he heard you with the music as loud as it was, was a mystery to you. But you watched his pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare slightly. Jungkook tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your scantily clad body. His heated stare scrutinized across your body, intrigue exerting over him, as he analyzed the way the snug-fitting dress molded to the curves of your shape. He could tell you didn't do this often. His dick twitched in his jeans with enthusiasm. 

It's the increase in pressure of your hand that makes you realize you're still holding his hand. You go to retract your hand from his. However, yelp shrilly as he tugs you closer to his body. Both hands now resting on his chest, and his wrapped around your waist. Fuck, you could feel the warmth and coarseness of his hands through your thin dress. A spontaneous tremor racked your body. The heat-transmitting from his frame mixed with the floral yet musky undertone of his cologne made you somewhat featherbrained.

"Fuck, you're so soft." You squeak as he squeezes your waistline, pulling you even closer against his body. You were now putty in his hands.

"Jimin told you my....preferences, right?" his voice caressed your ear. Just a slight movement or subtle twitch, and his lips would be on your skin.

"Y-yeah, he did." It should be an embarrassment how frail and breathless you sounded, but that didn't matter.

Jungkook hid his smile behind your ear. This was just too easy. Just how he liked it. He almost felt bad- almost. He was gonna ruin you utterly and completely, mold the shape of cock in the walls of your pussy. His name spilling from your lips, voice going hoarse by how loud he would make you scream. Fuck he couldn't wait. He's had virgin's before, a lot of them. That's his whole M.O. The cherry popper, virgin fucker, whatever. Jungkook's heard all the names in the book. But there's just something about you, you just had an air of genuine innocence, and he couldn't wait to defile it. 

Jungkook pulls his head back, enough to where his eyes can trail over the bared skin of your neck, and the sprinkling of perspiration sparkling off the bright strobing lights, no doubt from nervousness. His tongue traced over his thin upper lip, watching the droplets of sweat spiral down the curve of your neck. He wanted to taste you. 

"Alright, then." He jerks his body away from you. You're no longer touching his chest, but his hands are still on your waist. 

"Let's enjoy the party before the fun really begins. Every done body shots before?" Jungkook spoke casually, undeterred by the way you recoiled back or the look of stupor on your face.

"W-what? B-body shots, why?" you squeaked, failing to keep from stuttering over your words. Is this how it's supposed to go? Is this normal? You're bewildered, and just a bit perturbed. Were you just imagining that sexual tension that was going on just moments ago? For sure, you thought Jungkook was gonna throw you over his shoulders and haul you off to the nearest unoccupied bedroom or bathroom. At that instant, you didn't care. 

Jungkook regarded the war of emotions wage across your features, merriment and strobing lights twinkling in his eyes. Fuck, you were cute, so desperate staring up at him with a pout on your face a puppy dog eyes. He could honestly just take you back to the closest room and fuck the shit out of you. But he wanted to play with his prey, a bit more. The wait made it that much more satisfying.

"Don't pout too much, baby girl or I may not be able to contain myself. Follow me. The table is this way."

Jungkook didn't indulge in answering any of your questions you rambled off at him, delighted to see you trailing on his heels like a lost pup. Jungkook directed you further into the dorm, and like a dog on a leash, you followed. In the center of a sparse room sat a scraped up black table. You observed the area. It was devoid of many people. The several that were present made no recognition of your proximity in their intoxicated state.

"So who's first?" Jungkook asked, setting the bottle of tequila, rim salt, and limes down on the table.

"U-uh, I don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." You shrugged hesitantly. You were way out of your element here.

"Perfect then, you first." Jungkook should be ashamed by how excited he was at getting to sample your skin. It looked smooth, felt soft when he had you in his arms, and would no doubt probably taste as sweet as it seemed. You nodded in docility, wandering over to crawl on top of the table, being attentive to your dress. You lay flattened against the table, shiverings racking your body as he began pouring a trail of salt between your cleavage. 

He poured himself a shot in the depression of your throat and tore the lime in half with his bare hands. Smirking at how you flinched when he thumped the liquor bottle down beside your head. Jungkook pushed the other half of the unevenly split lime towards your lips, a silent gesture to take the lime in your mouth. Jungkook watched as your lips curled gently around the hull of the green citrus. A flare of lust stirred in his loins at the action. He couldn't wait to see your lips stretched around the head of his cock. He observed your eyes clamped closed as he began dropping his head forward to your chest. It was adorable and innocent. He noted the way your lips slackened around the citrus in your mouth, your chest heaving in speed, the closer his tongue trailed to your neck.

You tasted splendid, just as sweet as he thought. The salt on your skin did nothing to deter your natural flavor. If anything, it enhanced your sweetness, rendering your skin damn near mouth-watering. Jungkook's ears perked at the breathless moans slipping past the fruit perched against your lips, drawn out by the repeated pass of the wet, pink appendage lapping at the salt line between the valley of your breast. Committing your muffled moans to memory, he lapped persistently at the collection of salt and tequila in the hollow at the base of your neck.

You face flammed in embarrassment as panting moans effortlessly tumbled from your mouth. Who knew your chest and neck was such an erogenous spot. Despite your shame, you couldn't stop wriggling, shifting your thighs together for some form of friction to sate the rising arousal dampening your panties. You yelped at the sensation of blunt teeth nibbling at your skin before soft lips came to suck at the shallow indentations. Fluffy hair with an undercut came into your line of vision as Jungkook lifted his head up to your lips. Your heart stammered tortuously against your ribs, flirtatious eyes stared lidded with searing lust, his head advanced closer to your lips. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips puckering against the bitter hull of the lime.

Jungkook closed the distance, slanting his mouth over the lime, blocking his contact with yours. He sucked against the sour fruit, acidity puckering his lips, residual tartness flowing to your cracked lips. Jungkook withdrew from your mouth, taking the drained lime hull with it. Your saccharine moans were heaven to his ears. It had awoken something inside him, fueled his fire in knowing that possibly no one had ever heard such a sweet sound. He wanted more, craved more. 

"Have you ever been kissed before, sweetheart?" Your eyes followed the movement of his tongue, poking out to moistening his lips. 

"Yeah, once in like 3rd grade." Who hasn't snuck behind a tree or hid underneath the dark coverings of playground equipment to lock lips with a childhood crush?

He grinned salaciously, body moving to rest between your spread legs. Oh, now he was really excited. Your lips were practically untouched. Just another part of your body to claim first. You jumped when palms pressed flat against the revealed skin of your thigh. Gently, Jungkook rubbed lazy circles on your skin, never lowering or furthering than the hem of your dress. He felt you wiggle beneath his hands, observed your eyes, glimpsing―darting about, should you concentrate on his face, or his hand, uncertainty was etched on your face.

"Amazing." He groaned, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, before grinning again. His face inched closer to yours, his lips but a breath apart, warmth flickered against your lips as he talked, level and smooth. " Well, how about I become your second?

And then his lips were on you, the soft muscle mangled itself to your lips, tentative and sluggish to give you a chance to register his mouth slanted upon yours. Jungkook chuckled against your lips at your unresponsiveness. He guesses you were a little shell shocked. It only takes a few more stagnant seconds before you're shyly reciprocating his kiss. Delicate, shaky movements highlighted your inexperience. Increasingly, Jungkook increased the pressure behind lips, his hands spreading to enclose around your waist, dragging you closer against him. One of Jungkook's hands removed from your waist to bury itself in your hair, gently his fingernails scratched against your scalp, an airy moan was his reward. 

Hands completely abandoning your midsection, one gripped the meat of your thigh, pulling you to the edge of the table, flush against the tent of his denim jean encased manhood, the other embedded in your strands pulled sharply on your roots, a loud gasp tearing from you. Jungkook took that opportunity to advance his tongue into your gaped mouth. His tongue wrapped itself around yours, briefly wrestling for dominance before easily pinning your tongue in submission. His hips ground against yours, the heat of your covered core teased him through his jeans. 

He thoroughly explored your mouth, swallowing the now copious cries leaving your mouth. Reluctantly, Jungkook tore himself from your kiss-swollen lips. The ravished looked suited you perfectly. You looked beautiful, thighs brazenly spread, eyes glazed over in lust, your sticky chest heaving from the length of the shared kiss. Even in the dim lights, he could make out the taunt pebbling of your nipples. 

Your mouth gaped wide, flapping about like a fish out of water, trying despairingly to draw air into your lungs. Your first kiss definitely didn't compare to this much. Your wide eyes flicked between Jungkook and the floor, your bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth, feeling shy as he just stares at you. Releasing your teeth from your lips, you timidly touched your mouth, admiring how plump they've gotten from the intense liplock.

Wordlessly Jungkook hitched you over his shoulder, winded with a grunt as his defined shoulder blades dug into your stomach and what sounded like a growled vibrate up into you. You squirmed lightly in his hold, scared he was going to drop you, and secondly, your panty-clad ass on display for the party-goers, not that anyone was looking. 

You watched the continuous panels of hardwood floor move beneath you as Jungkook carried you to an unknown destination. You couldn't believe you were really doing this. Were you actually going to have sex with a complete stranger? Someone who was known for explicitly fucking virgins. Realistically, you should be ashamed, yet, you conceded full control to him without a second thought. What did that say about you? About your character? Would you now be labeled as 'easy' or a 'hoe' after all this was done? What was going to happen between you and Jungkook? 

The flick of a switch stirred from your thoughts. You shield your eyes with your hand at the bright lights pouring into the room, or rather a bathroom. Jungkook loved the confusion marring your features. He wouldn't fuck you in his bedroom just yet. That was a privilege you would have to earn, no matter how intrigued he had become with you. There's always humiliation to be had in the corruption of innocence, and fucking you in the bathroom was a good start. He planned on making you watch him as he destroyed your body, popping your cherry, stretching your tight virginal hole to accommodate his length, and claimed it as his own. Jungkook shuddered at the thought, his possessive nature taking a turn for the worst. 

Impatiently Jungkook sat you on top of the bathroom sink counter, his lips smashed against yours, the previous tenderness was gone, vanished into a puff of smoke. Teeth banged, and tongues flailed recklessly against each other in the heat of passion, with you struggling to keep up with the demands of his dominating kiss. Thick fingers trailed beneath the hem of your dress, tickling the expanse of your thighs. Jungkook wasted no time in shifting your slick soaked panties to the side, a warm digit gliding effortlessly through your damn folds.

"Fuck, you're already so wet. You're enjoying this a little too much, baby girl." Jungkook growled, panting against your lips. His finger breached your sex, you tensed deftly around the foreigner intrusion, stretching your weeping walls. 

"Ah, Jungkook." You cried listlessly, rocking your hips against his stilled finger. He felt so good inside you, and it was just his finger. Maybe this experience wouldn't be as bad as you heard. Now you couldn't wait to see what his cock felt like embedded deep within your pussy. Jungkook pumped slowly, eventually introducing a second finger to help loosen you up more. You were gonna be a tight fit, very tight, but that just made it even better. You hissed at the slight burn as he began scissoring his fingers apart with each withdrawal. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you buried your head against his broad chest, your mellifluous moans suppressed by the fabric of his shirt. 

"G-go faster, please." You begged, your body adjusting and quickly becoming frustrated by the snail's pace his fingers were pumping. You bucked your hips against his hands, hoping he would ease the growing discomfort boiling in your stomach. 

"Have you ever had an orgasm before, babe?" You nodded eagerly at his question, whining as you bucked against his hand again.

"Oh, really? Who gave it to you." Slow, he was going too slow you wanted, no you needed more friction, more stimulation from him.

"M-me. I-i did." Jungkook loved how you stuttered, it stroked his ego and filled him with arrogance to know it was him, and only that was capable of making you stumble over your words.

"Mmm, and how did you do it? Did you rub this little clit of yours raw?" You cried louder when his thumb flicked at your clit, the stimulation further drawing the appendage from its hood.

"Or did you fuck this tight hole, with these tiny fingers of yours?" At those words, a loud, choked moan, even muffled by your face in his chest, echoed throughout the white bathroom. Jungkook had gone deeper inside, almost to the third knuckle. Another moan left your lips as he twisted his fingers inside you, his palm now facing upwards.

"Though you and I bought know they couldn't possibly reach deep enough to touch the spot you really want." It's euphoric, no better yet orgasmic, the sheer shock of electric pleasure that zaps through your body when he finds the spongy bundle of nerves. Your body jerked heavily, legs go to snap close, only to be stopped by his broad body between your thighs.

He chuckles softly, stroking your thigh with his other hand. Jungkook shifts his head down, bringing his mouth closer to your ear. He exhales quietly, warm air tinged with tequila and lime caresses the light hairs on you around your ear. " I found it, huh?"

You whimper, rubbing your head up and down against his chest.

"You want me to speed up the pace, sweetheart?" Jungkook's voice is delicate now, so gentle. But you're confused, overwhelmed, and scared. It's never felt like this when you did it yourself. Your not sure if you could handle the feeling, so you don't provide an answer to Jungkook's question.

"Don't ignore me ____, that's not nice manners. I'll ask again." You clench around his fingers as Jungkook inches just a bit deeper. 

"Do you. Want me. To go faster?" With each pause, he arches his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pressing deeply against your bundle of nerves, the sensation of having to pee accompanied with each thrust.

 "Y-yes, faster, more. Pl-lease." Fuck, you sounded so pretty begging for him if he wasn't addicted before. You had him sprung now. Jungkook buried his face in the crook of your neck, the sharp smell of tequila and salt still lingering on your skin. He sucked at the junction where your shoulder and neck met. You bucked harder against his fingers, your juices now dripping to coat his palm is sticky cream.

"If you wanted more. Why didn't you just ask?" Jungkook said deviously. Confused, you felt withdraw his sticky digits, walls gripping to stop their departure. Without warning, Jungkook flipped you over onto the counter, your knees buckled at the sudden change in position. Your faced burning at your displayed state, droplets of your essence dribbled from your pussy, slicking up your inner thighs. You yelped as Jungkook grasped at the length of your hair, pulling back pointedly, your neck craned back to observe him addressing you in the mirror.

"You've been wondrous for me ____. Such a sweet girl." He expressed, his empty hand disappearing behind your perked ass to fiddle with the groin of his pants. 

"Truly, you have. Your response and reactions to my touch have really gotten me riled up. It's been a while since I've tittered on the edge of losing control." You wheezed, starting to panic as you felt the thick head of his cock slap teasingly against your slicked throbbing hole. Oh, God, he's huge. Jungkook's cock might just tear you apart. You shifted your hips forward, pressing against the cold marble of the bathroom counters door.

"I-i don't think, I can t-take it Jungkook, you're too b-big. It's my first-time, r-remember?” Your stuttering worse now, but you're scared.

Jungkook pulls your hips back with the hand the was grasping his length, the side of your hip now coated in his pre-cum. His hand lays flat in the crease of your back, forcing you into a perfect arch. 

"You can take it, all of it. And don't worry, of course, I remembered your fragility. I'll go slow, I promise." You plead silently with your eye contact through the mirror. 

"You ready?" You nod once an advert your eyes down to the sink.

Your mouth shakily falls agape as he slowly began pushing the head of his cock into you. It burns, but not as bad as you had anticipated. You take the chance to look back up into the mirror, adamant about giving Jungkook a thankful smile for his gentleness. That vision that greets looks like it jumped right off the page of your favorite erotic story. 

Jungkook's got his head thrown back, the edge of his t-shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, your eyes trail the drip of sweat that follows the curve of his jawline. You have a clear view of his abs all the way down to the v-cut of his hip, to the happy trail that leads to a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair. You clench tightly around him, efficiently aroused by the view. You feel his cock throbbed heavily inside you, even getting bigger if possible.

"You like that, sweet girl? You like seeing me struggling to contain myself because you're so tightly around me. This little pussy trying to milk me for all I can give you." You love it. You feel powerful in a way. Do you really feel that good around him?

"Yes." Jungkook draws out the 'S.' 

"You feel amazing, so warm and wet. I wished you could see how coated in white you've got me, and I'm not even all the way in yet."

You scream soundless as he bucks into you, shoving in half of his length. It doesn't hurt anymore. You just feel stuffed full. Lifting a trembling hand, you take the chance a feel the lower part. You noticed swelling that wasn't there before, intrigued; you push down against it, moaning in shock you realize it's Jungkook's cock. 

"Yeah, baby girl, that's all me, well, most of me. You ready to take the rest?"

"Yes! Please!" That's the clearest you've been all night. You don't get an answer as Jungkook immediately picks up his pacing, thrusting into you faster. He wastes no time pumping deeply into your tight pussy, his tip smashing against the entrance to your cervix as you pant and grit your teeth in slight discomfort, overshadowed by pleasure. The burning sensation is back as he fucks in deeper with each brutal and swift stroke. But you don't care cause it still feels amazing. You can hear yourself, sloppy and soaking wet, echoing throughout the bathroom. You're drooling down his pistoning cock. You can feel it dripping down your inner thighs. Your head jerks violently against your shoulders, to weak support your head from his menacing thrust. 

Tightened vocal cords released strained shrieks of praise; from your mouth, drool dripping from your lips, into the sticky cleavage of your breast, and sweat coated your skin. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, never had you felt anything so deep inside you. If you ever had sex with anyone else, they would never compare to Jungkook.  You were fucked both figuratively and literally.

Jungkook pulled you further from off the sink, the new position allowing him even deeper. You clawed at the marble tops underneath your fingers, your eyes rolling in the back of your head. That sensation of having to pee is back again.

"J-K, I-m. I have to-," You don't get to finish as the band in your stomach snapped. Silently you announced your release; if it wasn't for the new wave of cum coating his cock, or the fluttering tightness of your walls, Jungkook might have missed your orgasm. He wasn't far behind you. The constant clenching of your ridged walls around his cock, had him reaching his limit sooner than he would like. Jungkook had half a mind to pull out but decided to gamble his odds. You're the first person he's fucked raw in a while, and with three deep thrusts later, he was shooting his hot seed right against your cervix. 

Breathing heavily, Jungkook lets you fall against the sink, observing as you crumpled against the sink countertop. Pride swelled his chest as he watched his seed bubble out of your well-used hole. He's never contemplated going farther with the virgins he fucked. He wouldn't make any hasty decisions now though there were still a lot of things he wanted to do with you. He would sleep on it and revisit the idea in the morning.

"So would you say, Operation: Pop Your Cherry was a success?"

You giggled, winded, still having difficulty catching your breath. You straighten up against the bathroom counter, the majority of your weight still resting on the object as you had yet to regain the feeling in your legs.

"Jimin and his stupid code names. I swear when I get a hold ass, he's dead." You warned already preparing your revenge on your best friend. You stare at Jungkook in the eyes through the mirror, smile a bit goofy, you say.

"Operation: Pop My Cherry. Mission complete."

[lilacte]

#PegHawks2020

Pairings: Hawks x Reader

Summary: You peg Hawks. That's it. That's the plot.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: smut (18+), dom!reader, sub!hawks, pegging, sex toys, anal fingering, dirty talk, light bondage(?), edging, overstimulation, plot i guess (if you squint)

A/N: My first submission for @bnhabookclub's Bingo Event! Thank you to @honeytama and @dragonhrte for beta-reading my fic! Also huge thanks to my wife @royal-after-dark for helping me so much with my fic.

Taglist: @royal-after-dark @mrs-takami-keigo @keigod @shoutogepi @gr0vndz3ro @honeytama​

The first time Hawks met you, his heart hammered so loudly that it felt like it was going to burst in his chest. Your eyes gazed at him with such cold sharpness that he can't help but swallow the lump forming in his throat. You were (Y/N)(L/N), a Pro-Hero just like him. You regarded him with cold disposition and barely spared him a glance, not even a word spoken to him. 

Maybe that's what sparked his interest in you. 

The next time he saw you was at a high-end bar. You were in the V.I.P section, surrounded by what he assumed were your friends, sitting on the plush sofa while sipping on your drink as your eyes dragged around the dancefloor in boredom. And then your eyes met his, and Hawks felt his blood rushing to his groin when you eyed him up and down erotically. A few hours later, Hawks was pinned harshly against the wall as both of you reached your hotel room. Your lips against his neck, causing frenzy to seize his veins, your bright red lipstick staining his skin. The next day Hawks woke up in your hotel room without you beside him anymore.

You left your phone number on the nightstand, though.

Three months later, you started dating. It's been six months into the relationship when you brought up the idea of pegging. Hawks humored the idea, confident that he could do it.

He really, really wants to impress you.

That was why he was in his apartment right now, on all fours and naked, facing the mirror as you prod two lubed fingers in his hole. At first, it stung a bit, still unsure about the odd sensation he was feeling. Your fingers slide in, your movements slow at first to help him relax. 

"Do you feel alright, Hawks?" You ask, tone soft yet reserved.

"I can barely feel anything, babe. This is nothing I can't handle. Ah-"

Hawks jolts when he feels you push your fingers deep inside of him, hitting the right spot. A traitorous moan escapes his lips as your fingers teased his prostate.

"Oh? Are you sure? It sounded like you enjoyed that one, Hawks." Glancing at the mirror in front of him, Hawks meets your heated gaze, cheeks coloring with embarrassment as your lips twist in a smug grin.

"I-Is that the best you can do, babe?" Hawks exhales, voice starting to tremble as your fingers move faster inside of him. 

"You're taking my fingers so well, baby bird. Such a dirty little slut for me, hmm?" you taunt as you add in a third lubed finger in his hole, and Hawks involuntarily clenches around your fingers as you continue to pump inside of him, teasing his insides.

"So tight just for me. I can't wait to fuck you, Hawks." You murmur. Your free hand travels to the underside of his dick, knuckles ghosting his skin, and he melts at the feeling. His cock becomes uncomfortably hard between his thighs, and he whines, aching for you to give it attention.

"Ngh. Fuck-" Hawks shudders, arms gripping the carpet as your fingers spread inside of him, scissoring up and down, stretching him so much and sending jolts of tension throughout his body. 

"Do you think you're ready for my cock, pretty bird?" 

Hawks nods eagerly, and you gently withdraw your fingers from his hole, satisfied, and Hawks whines at the loss of your fingers. 

Hawks sits down properly on his knees, and you undress in front of him, unbuttoning your white blouse. Hawks admires your naked body, and you give him a small smirk as you go behind him.

"I'll tie you up now. Tell me if it hurts." You whisper in his ear, so softly that it sends tremors of pleasure tickling down his spine.

"That's easy stuff. I can handle it." 

Grabbing both his wrists, you place them behind him, tying them firmly with your white blouse. You stand up, putting the harness around your hips, and Hawks stares at your bright red, huge cock that hangs in front of it. 

Smiling sweetly at him, you say, "Come on, now. This cock isn't going to suck itself." 

He snickers, golden eyes staring back at you arrogantly.  

"Don't make me laugh, chickadee. This will be a piece of cake." 

Hawks tongue glides over your cock, from base to tip. He stares up into your eyes as he finally wraps his lips around your dick, cheeks hollowing as he sinks to take in your length, saliva pooling against his tongue and coating it. His head bobs up and down your cock, taking his time with it.

"Look at you, such a whore for mommy's cock, getting it nice and ready for that tight little hole of yours." You grab onto his blond strands harshly, and with a small smirk, you force him down deeper until he's gagging on your cock. 

"Keep your eyes on me, my pretty bird." His golden eyes stare up to you, and you can't help but purr in delight as unshed tears start to form in his eyes. His moans are muffled as you continue to guide him by the hair, soft choking sounds like music to your ears. 

"You look so good on your knees like that." You murmur, bucking your hips faster. Hawks can barely breathe, throat constricted around your dick, cheeks reddening as he chokes on your strap-on. With his hands tied behind him, he can't do anything but let you have your way with him. Strings of saliva spill from the corners of his mouth, dribbling down to his chest. 

After a few more minutes, you stop your thrusts, pulling him away from your cock, and Hawks can finally breathe, jaw burning as he sucks in as much air as possible. Your fingers cup his cheeks, tracing his wet lips with your thumb, admiring his reddened state.

"What an undignified look you have." You mock.

"Stand up and lay on the bed on your stomach." Hawks does what you tell him to eagerly, his face buried into the pillow. You kneel behind him, hands finding their way to his hips, and position him with his ass up in the air, adding a pillow to support his body. You position the tip of your large red dildo onto his already drenched hole and add more lube before you slowly slide your silicone cock into him.

"F-Fuck, that feels good." Hawks hisses, tugging at his restraints as you stretch his walls. 

You set a slow, steady pace as you fill him up.

"Look at you, pretty bird. Taking it so well already." You hum appreciatively, fingers digging deep into his skin as your hips rock against him, and his vermillion wings flutter excitedly at the comment.

Hawks bites into the pillow as your dick slides in and out of him, stirring his gummy walls and friction building up inside of him. You hover above Hawks, hand settling on either side of his head. His back arches as your cock prods at his prostate.

"You like me fucking you like this, Hawks? Tell mommy how much you like it." You inch close to him, your hot breath fanning his ear.

"Ngh! V-Very much. Give me more, mommy~" Hawks desperately pushes back against your cock, face flushed so red in arousal. You adjust your position, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, driving Hawks insanely.

"Fuck! P-Please, m-mommy. I'm going to come!" Anticipation builds in his lower belly, euphoria surging red hot in his veins—a few more thrusts into him, and his orgasm tears through him. Hawks pants harshly, face twisting with absolute bliss. 

You smack his ass harshly and Hawks yelps in response, lifting his head up to eye you through the mirror.

"W-what?" Hawks asks, eyes still hazy as his orgasm settles in his body. You let out a displeased sigh, running a hand through your hair as you eye Hawks' reflection.

"I never said you could come, Hawks," Your lips curl up in a wicked grin, eyes glinting maliciously before your hands grab onto his wings.

"Now, you need to be punished." Using his wings as support, you rock your hips into him, this time, at a much rougher pace.

You don't let Hawks cum.

Every time Hawks was close, you always pulled out, not giving him the sweet release he desperately wanted. By now, he was just a jumbled mess. The words spilling out of his mouth are a disarray of incoherencies. His choked sobs were like aphrodisiac to your ears and that you can't help but want to torture him more.

"Hnn… ah! Too… hng! Ah!! Deep, hnn. Ah!" Hawks gasps at the overwhelming sensation, ragged breaths leaving his lips as you slam into him mercilessly. His body feels achingly sore, yet the pleasure is so overwhelmingly powerful that he can't help but beg for more.

"You were all talk, baby. Now you can't even say a word. Who knew you liked to be fucked like this? What would others think about you when they found out, hmm?" You snicker condescendingly.

It was all too much. It was so good it hurt.

"Too much! I want to cum, mommy! Please let me cum! I'll be your good little fuck hole from now on!" Hawks cries out, tears streaming down his cheeks and saliva dribbling down his chin. His hands pull at the makeshift restraints, itching to grab onto something as his body jerks from your relentless thrusts.

"Beg for it like the whore you are then." You purr, burying yourself into him as deep as you can, your pace unrelenting. Hawks jaw slacks open, breathless moans escaping his mouth, tongue lolling out of his face, mind going haywire as you hit the right spots inside him. His neglected cock aches between his legs, loads of his pre-cum leaking out. With all of his might, Hawks breaks free from the makeshift handcuffs, the fabric ripping away, his hands immediately flying in front of him to grasp the sheets.

Your arms leave their hold on his wings, one hand snaking around his waist and the other wrapping around the base of his cock. His cock twitches in your grasp, and he gasps, eyes rolling the back of his head as you pump him up and down, circling his tip, and fucking him from behind.

Everything was so overwhelmingly good and Hawks can barely breathe.

"Let me hear your scream, my pretty bird." 

"Ah, ngh! So… good! I'm a whore for your cock! Mommy's cock is so good! Mommy!" Hawks cries out breathlessly, his mind is blank from the numbing pleasure, all rational thoughts leaving his head.

You let out a chuckle, deciding that you've tortured Hawks long enough. Your hips rut into him at a faster pace, your hand wrapped around his shaft, doing the same.

"Come for me then, pretty bird." 

A pleased guttural moan escapes Hawks' lips as he finally comes, body trembling as rivulets of his seed drips down his cock and in your hands and on the bedsheets. Hawks lifts his head, meeting your heated stare through the mirror, and he gives you a dazed grin. Face so flushed with the trails of tears running down his face and viscous strings of saliva running down his chin.

His body trembles from his orgasm, wings twitching with delight, and before long, his body goes limp in your arms. 

"Hawks?" you question, shaking him slightly in your arms. When he doesn't move, you release your hold on Hawks, setting him down onto the mattress face first. You grip onto his hips softly as you pull your cock out from his used hole. You remove the harness, placing it down on the floor. You leave the room and come back moments later with a damp cloth and new clothes. You let out a sigh as you survey Hawks' worn-out features. 

"I think I was too rough on you. Sorry." You whisper as you clean him up.

Before you leave Hawks' apartment, you give him a chaste kiss on the cheeks and cover his body with a blanket.

.

The next day Hawks arrived at a Hero meeting, limping so badly and so very achingly sore. When he entered the room, everyone saw how the winged-hero staggered, intrigued at what happened to him.

"What… happened to you, Hawks?" Endeavor asks, tone cold with a hint of curiosity.

"Had a... nasty fight… with a villain." Hawks lamely replies to which Endeavour simply nods, believing it before changing the subject to the meeting. Hawks looks around the room and spots you talking to Miruko.

Feeling his eyes linger on you, you turn to look at him, a sly smirk graces your lips as you eyed him up and down before flashing him a wink.

Hawks legs gave in at that moment.

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

[Image description: a banner with a photo of space, with bright stars and a purple nebula in the background. In the center of the banner, “The Foolish, Foolish Stars” is written in big, white letters, and “A day and before the Grand Coronation” is written in smaller letters under it. /end ID]

TW/CW: Nothing, but please tell me if there should be!

A/N: They're there! I have a picture of what the planet looks like if you're interested:

Word count: 718 words

For context: [WIP intro], [chapter 1], [chapter 2], [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [chapter 6]

Taglist (contact me to be added/removed): @viskafrer @47crayons @apocalypsewriters @drippingmoon @chazzawrites @wizardoface @drbibliophile @dragon-with-a-pen

A day before the Grand Coronation

“Wake up, Emperor, we’re almost there!”

I open my eyes to see a grinning Bob. I’ve never seen her smile a non-fake smile, so this must be something important. Something good, hopefully.

“And by there, you mean?..”

“The Emperor’s Palace Planet, Sole!”

“Oh”

I try to put the words together. The 'Emperor’s Palace' part is understandable - they told me that’s where we’re going - but… Planet? Isn’t a planet that big, (debatably) round thing, hundreds upon hundreds times bigger than any kingdom? How can a palace occupy a whole planet?

Bob must’ve noticed my confusion because she adds: “Well, what did you expect? If you rule a few galaxies you can’t afford to live in a hut. The place must fit all the governors and ambassadors, supplicants and guests, the whole lot.”

A planet. Which is a palace.

“Have we landed already?” I ask, standing up.

“No, we’ve just exited a dimension jump. Should be entering the atmosphere in a few-”

I walk to a wall that, if I understand correctly, must lead to the control room. The wall opens up - I will never get used to how these things work. The big… ahh what do they call their magic mirror thing? Ceern? Creen? Screen! The big screen on the front wall has a view of an approaching planet. An extremely organized planet. Bof showed me what Earth looks like - a bunch of green blobs on blue, not much of a sight, really. This is a different matter.

On the light blue of the ocean, circular and oval continents lay so that most of them would be a bit above or a bit below the center. Well-planned, symmetrical archipelagos connect one continent to the other. The forest masses seem more like parks, occupying the planned space and ending where the designers wanted them to. The mountain ranges - where those even mountain ranges? Or do people just grow castles here?

“You know, there’s a saying where I’m from,” Bob says, walking in.

“Mmm?”

“If you keep your mouth open, a five-legged bingradok might make a nest in it”

I close my mouth involuntarily.

“It’s just… This? This??!” I point at the planet

“This?”

“This is… mine??”

Bob nods.

“Quite a nice place, isn’t it?”

I remember my little nook by the King’s door. Even if they’re planning on feeding me to a dragon tomorrow, ruling this for a day is worth it.

The planet gets closer, and the monitor seems to show nothing but fire. Huh. Maybe we’ll just fry to a crisp now.

“Don’t worry” Bob chuckles at my scared face, “this is quite normal. We’re entering the atmosphere. The ship could do it herself, but Bof is watching over the process, just to make sure.”

“So… we’re not about to die?” I double-check. I would like to be sure about something like that.

“No, no we’re not,” Bob sighs.

“Hey, it’s not my fault I don’t know all the things I couldn’t possibly learn,” I say, turning to look back at the screen.

While we were… talking? arguing? During our conversation, the ship stopped being on fire, and I can see the place we’re approaching: something of a giant town, with buildings of all shapes and colors, taller than the tallest trees of the Elven woods. Splashes of green parks liven the already pleasant view.

In the center of this place is… can that be a palace? Did people build something like this? Judging by the size, the King’s castle could fit in every room of it. Pure white, with so many decorations that it looked like an insane giant’s wedding cake. It was surrounded by yet another big park. The corner of the Palace’s park we’re approaching - slowly, to my great relief - is a big, square area filled with bizarre-looking constructions

I can only assume are other spaceships.

We get closer.

Close enough to see the people rushing by, washing spaceships, landing spaceships, entering and exiting spaceships.

Close enough to see that not all of these people are what I’m used to people looking like.

And just a little closer.

Bof landed the ship so lightly that the only indication of it was that the screen turned off, with nothing to transmit anymore.

“Welcome to your planet, Emperor,” Bob smiled.

[paradise-creator]

Amorette's song:

Royal Au! A slow dance with Kuroo Tetsuro in a secret garden only he knows. He was Enchanted by your figure, everything about you.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2.1k

The night was young and romance is in the air. The music from the palace was majestic and calming. The diamonds in the heavens displayed their nightly dance as the time passes. The violins and pianos that echo around the halls as the people danced in the ballroom. This masquerade ball was special, only the royals were kept unmasked. Everyone else had their mask on at the ball at all times. But, my midnight, those mask will fall and everyone will finally be revealed. It was an odd request in the half of the royals. However, it must be kept.

Other than the music playing, the night itself was silent. On the balcony, there stood the King of Nekoma, Kurro Testuro. The King looked truly divine underneath the moon, clad in his red suit with golden accents and a crown preached in his unruly ebony hair to display his status. Reaching out to the sky, he longed for something. He plucked a flower from a tree that reached up into the balcony and sighed. He wondered on why his heart ached and longed to be held gently.

He, the King of Nekoma, was able to get any girl he wants and yet he wants none of it. “Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers’ sighs. When the smoke clears, love is burning in your lover’s eyes,” He then quoted. He wondered what that passage from Romeo and Juliet meant. He wanted to understand what love is and why people long for it so. His best friend, Bokuto Koutaro from Fukuronodani had already found his Queen. King Bokuto, he seems fulfilled, loved, and contented. Kuroo longed to know why that is or perhaps how it feels to finally be held and to hold someone so dear. It just never ceases to amazing him on how love can affect a person. To him, love was nothing but chemicals found in our brain. And yet, why did he long for it? Why did he yearned for loving arms to embrace him? But for now, he focused on his royal duties. He then sighed and went back inside, he didn’t want to make any one worried.

As the music chimes from the inside, the other nobles and royals enjoyed their time. “C’mon~ Enjoy the night!” your best friend then said as they looked at you. “Look at those two! Even the cottage outcast noble is enjoying,” They added as they looked at two nobles enjoying their time. “The cottage outcast?” You then said confused. “She usually doesn’t go to parties and not a lot of people know here. But her friends is such a socialite that her reputation increased. She’s still an outcast though,” They then said as they looked at the two nobles. Even the noble rank has a social hierarchy and you are disappointed at it. They then attempted to pull you in the dance circle. However, you didn’t budge, rather you shook your head. “I’ll be staying near the food table,” You then said as you turned. To you, these mere dances mean nothing. They don’t hold any meaning to one’s life, so what was the point.

You merely sighed and looked at your friend. You always wondered how to they were able to go along so well with the fake smiles and laughs. This masquerade ball was over the top, as usual. You then looked out the window. You looked at the blanket of diamonds and the moon. The sparkling stars and the light of the moon was magnificent. The foliage around the castle added a sense of mystery and comfort to the atmosphere. As you continued to watch the sky, a certain royal took notice of your figure. His golden eyes and ebony bed hair, everyone knew who he was and tried to get his eyes on them. But, his eyes only laid on one, you. He excused himself to go to you.

“Hello there M’lady,” He then said as once he was in front of you. You turned and was meet by his golden eyes. Once both of your eyes met, you both were enchanted by each other. You adjust your mask and looked away for a while. Blushing, you showed your respect by doing a curtsy. “Hello Your highness,” You then said as you stayed in a curtsy. “Please relax. No need for formalities,” He then said as he bowed. Once you stood up properly only to be met by his sweet smile. He took your hand and kissed your knuckles. “Such a pretty lady like you, I am blessed to be in your presence,” He said. “You humor me so,” You then said as you took your hand from his. “Humor you? I would never. Do you not have an escort? A date maybe?” He then asked.

“Your majesty, is this your way of asking me to accompany you?” You then responded as you looked at the window yet again. “You saw right through me, my lady. Color me impressed, most ladies would be a stuttering mess. May I know your name?” He then said as he stood beside you, watching the stars. “I would hate to be rude your majesty, however, I would like to keep myself a secret to you for until clock strikes mid night. You may address me with anything,” You responded. “Oh? Alright then, darling,” He then said as he glanced at you. You stood your ground and didn’t react that much. “It’s a pleasure to be acquainted, m’lady. King Kuroo Tetsuro at your service,” He then said. “It’s my pleasure,” You then responded as you bowed your head.

“May you do me the honor of accompanying me this fine evening?” He then asked as he offered his hand. “It would be my pleasure,” You then said with a smile and took his hand. Once you accepted his hand, his sweet smile became brighter and it became harder to resist. He then started leading you out of the ball room. You and your friend held eye contact and they silently cheered for you. You merely rolled your eyes at their antics before getting escorted by Kuroo. “Where are you taking me, your majesty?” You asked as you looked at him. “Please, call me Tetsuro. No need for the titles,” He then said as he looked at you fondly. “I’ll be escorting to a place in this place to which will enchant you,” He added as he patted your head. You looked at him with suspicion and he just chuckled. “Put faith in this king. I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. Please trust me,” He then said as he continued.

“I trust you, Tetsuro,” You then said with a smile. He looked away with a slight blush. The way his name roll off your tongue was sweet and smooth. He fell even harder if love at first sight did exist. Was this how Bokuto felt with his lover? The way his heart flutters whenever you smile. The way his cheek flush with a simple look from you. The way your hands fits into his like it was made just for him. But maybe, it was meant to be. Now he is joining up the dots of how he felt. And it all made sense to him. He won’t let these little things slip out of his mind because he knew, that it’s you. It’s you that they add up to, he’s in love with you.

After that, silence loomed over the two of you. It was tranquil and loving. Neither of you mind the silence, rather, you both accepted it. As the two of you walked, your attention was only on the male beside you. On how his red suit matches his persona. His golden eyes, so piercing and awe-striking. The ebony hair standing out with its style. And to him, all he can see was you. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, and it was all captivating. Soon enough you both travelled far enough that the music inside sounded like it was in the back of your head. You then took this time to finally seep in where you were. And you were amazed at the sight before you.

A few steps in front of you, was a huge pond, it even had a decent sized water fall near it. The trees and plants looked overgrown but it looked healthy. Fireflies danced around the sky as the diamonds in the heavens sparkled bright. It was enchanting, majestic, and romantic. You looked at Kuroo, who has stop to admire the scene. He looked back at you with a sly smirk and chuckled. “I got my ion you,” He then said. You buffered for a bit before chuckling. Whether you respond back or blush, his smirk never left. “You like it don’t you? Here’s another one,” He then said as he cleared his throat. “If you were an element you'd be francium because you're the most attractive,” He added as he placed his arm around you. After a few more lines and responses, you both burst out in laughter. “I haven’t had this much fun in ages,” Kuroo then said as he looked at you.

The music inside became louder and now the two of you can hear it clearly. Kuroo looked at the castle briefly before turning to you. “May I have this dance, M’lady?” He asked with a bow and you accepted his offer. You both step forward and bowed. You both circled eachother, gaze locked, and smile bright. His right hand rested on your waist as he looked at you, eye to eye. You place one hand on his shoulder, and you free hands met. Together, you danced to the music, completely in sync. As the song progressed, Kuroo’s only thought was how beautiful you are. The way your dress swayed as you move, the soft look in your eyes, your beautiful smile. It all placed him in a trance of sorts. He turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet there was a sense of hesitance. Was he falling for you already? Maybe, He’ll only let time tell. The warmth between you two grew and grew. And your heartbeats in sync with each other. The dance was perfect; everything from the breathing to how your feet moved in beat. If, by the end of the dance his breath would be taken away, he knew why.

A good lead is soft but not subtle. He clearly states his intentions of moving by himself, inviting his partner to follow along. Kuroo’s eyes looked around, making sure both of you won’t accidentally trip or fall. But, he is constantly aware of you in his arms, he wouldn’t have it any other way. His treats his follow with respect, never forcing movements from you, rather following her through every movement. He leads a step or pattern, you interpret the movement differently, he would adapt to you rather than forcing changed. As you danced with him, there was the feeling of security. His strong arms around you, you feel and know you can depend on him. He guided you across the garden as if it was straight out of a fairy tale book. Kuroo’s gaze now focused on you yet he still knew where to take you. Every moment, every second, every angle, it seemed as if it was planned and meant to be. Nothing felt forced rather it felt like you both were floating. He sang along to the music played. His voice deep and rich. Like a mermaid’s song, it captivated you.

An ideal follow puts her mass into movement, allowing her lead to feel exactly where she is and what she is doing. She adapts quickly to changes in direction, allowing her lead to take command, and trusting him explicitly with her safety and well-being. You savored the moments and movements that was happening as you danced. A perfect dance, something you thought you will never experience. Kuroo’s gaze on you told you to let go. Let go of all your worries, pain, and doubts. Whether you will trust him or not, depends on you. Either way, his arms pulled you closer to him, never wanting this moment to end. To him, nothing else mattered as long as you are in his arms. As you both danced, it felt like the world disappeared. As the song ended, so did the dance and his melodic tune. But still, he held you in his arms not wanting to let go.

“We’ve only met today, but you got me Enchanted,” Kuroo said softly as he placed his head on your shoulder. This whole moment was enchanting. The way he held you in his arms, as if he was afraid to let you go. The soft music of nature as the water fell in the pond and the bird’s songs. The way the moon let her light down on both of you as if you were the main character of a fairy tale. It was enchanting, majestic, and awe-striking. And both of you, wouldn’t change it for the world.

So this was what that ominous letter was about. Destiny tethered you to Kuroo Tetsuro, King of Nekoma. Will you accept?

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

Warnings:⚠️NSFW AHEAD⚠️ , sub!Hoshi, dom!fem!reader, pegging, rough sex, mistress kink, light spanking, degradation. (Just fyi, I rewrote this here so if you wanna read that one as well you can :))

(Y/E/C)- Your Eye Color

Day Off

Hoshi had been given a free day from his usually hectic life as an idol. Originally he planned to spend the day with his girlfriend, lazing around and eating junk food while watching dumb rom-coms and eventually fall asleep cuddled up in her arms. Unfortunately, his girlfriend had an emergency call from work and had to leave early in the morning. Seeing as his plans for the day had been canceled, he had done almost nothing the entire day. When he saw the clock strike 9:30, however, he decided to make a quick trip to a convenience store nearby to get candy and other snacks and a couple new rom-coms to spend time with his significant other.

He had set everything up and was in the kitchen waiting for the popcorn to finish when he heard the front door open. The smile that lit up his face quickly faded when he heard the door slam shut so hard it shook the house. He walked toward the front door with his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He heard low grumbling come from his partner as she struggled to take the shoe off her right foot, throwing it on the floor angrily once she got it off.

"Baby?" The single word caused you to snap your head towards your boyfriend, letting you become aware of his presence."Are you al-" you harshly grab Hoshi's slim waist and pull him into a rough kiss, cutting him off.

The kiss was nothing like how you had kissed Hoshi before. Usually your kisses were always gentle and full of love. Even when you had been having sex, you were always gentle with him, and always showered him in love and compliments. This kiss made his lips bruise and his knees weak. It was controlling, dominating, and incredibly hot in his opinion. The bruising grip you had on his hips as you slammed him against the wall only turned him on more. He was gasping for breath once you had finally pulled away.

"W-wow. Honey what's go-"

"Shut up." The commanding tone of your voice caused his eyes to widen and his pants to become tighter. You slowly trailed your hands from his hips to the back of his thighs as you attacked his neck, having the intent to leave most of it covered in dark purple love bites before the night was over.

"Jump."

"Wha-" Hoshi let out a whimper at the harsh stinging sensation he felt on the back of his thigh from where you had just spanked him.

"When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it without talking back got it?" She growled, moving from his neck to look him in the eyes. Hoshi felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw his girlfriend's once (Y/E/C) eyes almost completely black with lust.

"Yes ma'am." He replied with a whimper.

"Good, now jump." Hoshi jumped up, wrapping his legs around your waist as you held his thighs tightly, keeping him off the ground. A loud whimper fell from his lips as you started grinding your hips into his and moved back to his neck, searching for his sweet spot to get him to scream.

"A-AH! Oh my god!" Hoshi moaned out as you bit down on his collar bone, causing you to smirk as he started moving his hips in a desperate attempt to meet yours. Once you had been satisfied with the marks you had left on his neck, you leaned back to take a good look at your boyfriend.

His head was leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed as he bit his lip, swollen from the intense kiss you had shared before. His neck had bright red marks littering his skin all the way from his jaw to his collar bones, which would definitely be a dark purple color his make up artists would have a hard time covering up tomorrow. He slowly opened his eyes with a whimper as he noticed you stopped the movement of your hips against his, causing his hips to go at a desperate and faster pace. God you loved his whimpers. They made him seem even more submissive, so cute but so hot at the same time. You held his ass tighter, pulling his hips tightly against yours and stopping the movement of his hips making an even louder whimper fall from between his lips, causing you to smirk.

"If you want something you have to tell me babyboy, so come on tell me what you want." You said, dropping your voice lower to whisper in his ear, tugging his earlobe between your teeth once you finished the statement. A quite moan escaped him as he bit his swollen bottom lip harder.

"W-want mistress to fuck me. Please! Need mistress's cock buried deep inside me." He almost screamed as he kept trying to move his hips into yours for more friction. The statement surprised you. First of all, Hoshi was usually sweet and soft spoken, and has never cursed around you before (not that you were complaining cause him cursing was so fucking hot) and secondly you had never heard him call you mistress before, hell you had never even talked about it before. The second the word fell from his lips you could feel yourself getting wetter, making your panties cling to you pussy.

"Fuck, my baby boy's not as innocent as he seems, huh? How long were you planning to hide this little kink of yours from mistress?" You asked with a growl as you started grinding you hips into his once again. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth to block the loud high pitched moan that he was about to let out. You hastily grabbed his hand and pinned it above his head.

"Mistress asked you a question baby and she expects you to answer it."

"I-I didn't know about it! P-Promise I didn't. Please just fuck me mistress, I need you." He pleaded with hooded eyes. You bit your lip and groaned.

"God, you're so fucking hot." You growled as you smashed your lips against his again and moved to carry him to your shared bedroom. He wrapped his arms around your neck to bring you as close as physically possible to him but pulled back after a few minutes to take his shirt off, throwing it absentmindedly on the ground beside him before moving down to your neck while unbuttoning your shirt to feel more of your skin against his.

Upon entering the bedroom, you kicked the door closed behind you, not bothering to lock it. No one ever really visited you without notice first anyway. You slammed him onto the bed so hard he bounced back up a little bit. Hoshi became a whimpering mess beneath you as you took off the rest of your clothes, throwing them to a random corner of the room and continued to harshly grind your hips into his. You looked down and saw a wet spot grow on the front of his boxers, making you smirk.

"So desperate for mistress's cock aren't you." You growled into his ear as you grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled it back far enough so when you let it go it would snap against the soft skin of his pelvis. He whimpered at the small stinging sensation.

"Mistress please...." he whispered out with a desperate look on his face. You grinned and pulled his boxers down his legs and throwing them to the same corner you threw your clothes a few moments prior. You leaned over him to reach the bedside table where you pulled out the lube and strap on. You set the strap on beside Hoshi's head for later use and squeezed some lube onto your hand. You gripped his dick with your lube covered hand and started to jack him off at a quick pace. The whimpers and moans he let out were so loud you were pretty sure the whole neighborhood would be able to hear him. To keep him quiet you lifted your middle and index fingers and dragged them across his lips.

"Open." Your boyfriend's eyes darkened even more as he opened his mouth, licking and sucking on your fingers. He whimpered and moaned around your fingers while maintaining eye contact with you through hooded eyes and bucked his hips into your hand for more friction. You pumped your fingers in and out of his mouth at the same pace you were stroking his dick. You groaned at the sight of your fingers continuously disappearing into his mouth as drool seeped out and covered his chin.

"Fuck, you wish it was mistress's cock I was shoving down your throat don't you." He moaned louder, gagging around your fingers and jerked his hips up at the question as he replied with a muffled 'Yes mistress'. "Yeah? You love being mistress's pretty little cockslut don't you." As soon as the degrading name had left your mouth you were ready to apologize, thinking you had gone too far. That thought was immediately thrown ot the window as Hoshi arched his back and let out a loud pornographic moan around your fingers at the degrading nickname. Your eyes widened as you stopped the movement of both of your hands and stared at your boyfriend in surprise, making him look up at you in confusion with a whimper. You pulled your hand away from his leaking cock and mouth, making him buck his hips up with a whine as he tried to chase after your hand. Before he could question it you slammed your lips against his making him gasp and whimper as you pushed the fingers you had in his mouth into his tight hole.

"You like being degraded to? Holy shit, are there any other kinks your hiding from me?" His eyes were shut tight, too focused on the pleasure your fingers were giving him to answer. He let out a pathetic yelp, his eyes snapping open as you landed a harsh slap to his left ass cheek. "I asked you a question slut." You growled lowly in his ear, making him whimper at both the nickname and the tone of your voice.

"Ngh-no! Mistress knows all of her pretty little whore's kinks, promise!" The way he whined when he degraded himself made you squeeze your legs together and bite your lip to hold in a moan. You slipped your fingers out of his hole to add more lube to the first two and adding your ring finger. You pushed all three fingers in and started thrusting into him hard and fast, stroking his cock at the same pace. Hoshi's hands moved to his hair, pulling at it as he let out a high pitched scream.

"A-AH! Oh fuck. H-Holy shit, Mistress!" His hands moved from his hair to yours as he pulled you closer for a heated kiss. He kept thrusting his hips to match the pace of your hands as he whined, whimpered, and moaned into the kiss. He pulled away after a few minutes, pushing his forehead to yours and whining as he bit his lip.

"S-shit. Mistress, 'm gonna cum!" He whined out as he threw his head back into the soft pillows under him. His hips desperately jerking to follow the pleasureful movement of your hands. His thighs were shaking and his nails were digging into the skin of your shoulders. All of a sudden he felt all of the pleasure stop as you pull both of your hands away from him to wipe the lube from your hands onto the sheets. He let out a pitiful whine as he looked up at you with teary eyes. You leaned down and peppered his face with kisses as you grabbed the strap on from beside him.

"Turn over onto your hands and knees." You instructed as you stood up to put it on. He whined but did as he was told. Once you adjusted the toy on yourself and covered it in lube so he would be more comfortable, you kneeled behind your boyfriend on the bed. He looked back you, biting his lip as he wiggled his ass against you. You slapped his ass hard, making him lurch forward with a moan as he gripped onto the sheets in front on him. You lined the tip of the toy up with his ass but didn't push it in making him whimper below you. You leaned down, pressing your breasts against his back and whispering in his ear.

"I know what you want, but you have to beg for it."

"P-please. Want mistress to fuck me." He whimpered in response. You slapped his ass again, making his cock twitch against his abdomen as he whimpered loudly.

"Oh please, I know you can do better than that slut." You said with another harsh slap to his ass. He arched his back and let a mewl crawl it's way out his throat.

"Fuck! Mistress, please! Your whore wants mistress to fuck him so hard he won't be able to walk for weeks! Wants everyone to know how much of a slut he is for mistress's cock, please mistress!" He shouted in a whiney voice as he looked back at you with hooded eyes and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. You groaned and slammed your hips to meet his ass, filling him up all at once making him scream out a moan. You continued thrusting into him at a hard and rapid pace making tears fall down his face from pleasure. He tried to bury his face in the pillows to muffle the sound of his moans as you abused his tight hole, but upon seeing this you grab a handful of his hair and pulled his head up.

"No way baby. I wanna hear you scream my name. Let the neighbors know the only person who fucks you this good. Who's the only person who can make you feel this good slut, who?" You teased, slowing down your pace.

"A-AH! Mistress! Fuck! Only mistress can make me cum! Ngh-hah! No one fucks me as good as you do mistress! S-Shit! Mistress's cock it the only thing that can satisfy my slut hole! Fuck, mistress! Faster, please!" You smirked and used your free hand to slap his ass one last time before turning him over so he was now facing you.

"I wanna see your fucked out face when mistress makes you cum." You growled at him before pounding into him harder and faster than you had before, throwing his right leg over your shoulder to get a better angle. The new angle caused you to hit his prostate with every thrust, ripping a sob from the back of his throat and more tears fell down his face. His hands reached and clawed at your back, pulling you as close to him as he could. He cried and screamed, moving his hips to match your thrusts. You leaned into his neck, kissing, licking, and biting it causing his voice to break as he let out a loud whimper.

"G-gonna cum! Fuck mistress I'm gonna c-cum!" He cried, "Please mistress! Your cockslut needs to cum! Fuck- please let your cockslut cum, p-please!" You winced as his nails scratched at your back, you were pretty sure it drew blood with how hard he was scratching you.

"Go ahead baby. Show mistress how good she makes you feel." You said, thrusting into him even faster. His head rolled back with his mouth opened and eyes squeezed shut as he let out a long string of curses, moaning all the while. You knew he had cum when his body jerked up against you and he opened his mouth but no sound came out, letting his eyes roll to the back of his skull. You slowly continued to thrust into him, originally intending to stop, but picked up the pace again when you heard him start to whine in overstimulation.

"W-wait, no, mistress! Ngh- Mistress I can't, it's too much!" He whined out as he looked up at you, a mixture of pain and pleasure coating his tear soaked face.

"C'mon baby, you can do one more for mistress, right? Just one more baby, make mistress proud alright." You panted out in between thrusts, giving him gentle kisses on the shell of his ear, over his jaw, and finally landing on his lips. His hands moved up and tangled in your hair, pulling your lips closer to his to reassure him you wouldn't move away. He was trembling and whimpering by the time he came again. This time you stopped after letting him ride out his orgasm.

You slowly pulled out of him, paying attention to his swollen lips as he panted for air with his eyes closed. They were bruised and covered in drool that stained his chin as well. You took the strap on off and moved up to sit on his chest.

"Tongue out baby." You instructed as you grabbed his hair and hovered your hips over his face. He slowly opened his eyes and bit his lip with a whimper as he saw you above him. He stuck his tongue out as instructed, reaching for your thighs to bring you closer to his mouth. He was eagerly licking at your cunt as soon as his tongue could reach it. You moaned out at his enthusiasm as you rocked your hips against his face with a firm grip on his hair.

"Fuck baby, just like that. God, you make mistress feel so good." You say causing him to whine against you. He kept it up for a few more minutes before taking your clit into his mouth and sucking on it, making you cry out and cum all over his mouth. He quickly lapped up all your juices, not wasting a single drop before you pulled away.

You sat on his chest for a few seconds before standing to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom, not forgetting to put the strap on in the tub to remind yourself to clean later. You walked back out to clean the cum off his stomach and face. He slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at you as you threw the dirty washcloth on the pile of clothes in the corner and layed down beside him.

"Wow." Was all Hoshi was able to breathe out with a chuckle. You chuckled slightly as well, pulling his face to your chest to cuddle.

"Sorry if I went too rough, work was so aggravating today. I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" You asked, taking his face in your hands to look in his eyes. He let out a cute giggle at the question.

"Are you kidding? That was probably the best sex I've ever had. Even if I won't be able to walk or sit properly for the next couple of days." He said with a smile, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"Oh really? I didn't know my little whore liked it so rough." You said with a teasing giggle as you squeezed his ass. He winced in pain and buried his face in your chest to hide his flushed face. You gave a light kiss to the top of his head and cuddled into him more, falling asleep a few minutes later with your loving boyfriend curled up in your arms.

《(Y/N) BONUS》

The next day you headed out to the gym while Hoshi was at work. At the gym you had run into Jackson and decided to join him. After about an hour of working out you turned to get some water and wash a little sweat of.

"Holy shit (Y/N)!" You heard Jackson exclaim from behind you. You turned around and looked at him in confusion. "What the hell happened to your back?!" He said with concern. You turned to look at your back in the wall mirror to see what he was talking about.

Your face flushed red at the sight of the scratch marks Hoshi had made the night before. Jackson noticed the color of your face and it took him a few seconds to understand what had happened.

"Ooohhh. Man you and your boyfriend are into some freaky shit." He commented, which made you hurl the water bottle you where drinking out of at his face.

《HOSHI BONUS》

Hoshi wished he had just called in sick instead of going to work today. As soon as he walked through the door to the practise room, the boys- minus Seungkwan who was running a few minutes late- started teasing him for the large purple bruises that littered his neck.

"Jeez, (Y/N) noona really wasn't holding back last night, huh?" Seokmin joked as Hoshi rolled his eyes with a light pink dusting his cheeks. Suddenly the door opened and everyone turned their attention to a sleep deprived Seungkwan who had just entered the room.

"Woah, what happened to you?" Seungcheol asked. Seungkwan groggily turned to Hoshi and glared and him.

"Why don't you just ask him and his precious 'mistress'." Hoshi was sure his face couldn't be any redder than it was in that moment. Everyone's jaws dropped as they scooted forward or leaned in to hear the story. "Last night I decided to visit Hoshi with some pizza since he had been complaining about being bored all day without his girlfriend. When I got there,however," Seungkwan paused as a shiver of disgust went down his back, "what I heard scared me and I couldn't sleep at all. I desperately wish I could bleach my ears." Everyone was silent as Hoshi had curled himself up into a little ball in his chair.

"Mistress? Wow, I didn't know you guys were that kinky." Vernon said, making everyone laugh.

This was gonna be a long day.

[longassr1de]

Sweetness

Pairing: Jeno × fem!reader

Genre: smut!!, established relationship, domestic??

Word count: ~2k

Summary: What better way to beat the summer heat than with a sweet treat?

⚠️ Warnings: pretty much another pwp, 00 liner smut, food play, ice play(?), fingering, rough and unprotected sex, oral (both male and female receiving), pet names (moreso relationship-wise though), look..very curious things happen with popsicles okay?, not yet proofread.

A/N: lmk if I missed any warnings or any typos and such! I haven't written in so long or thought up anything this filthy to the point that I even surprised myself with this one.. so much for easier the 00 line content onto this blog. Whoops! Anyway I hope you guys enjoy! xoxo (oh also im currently on mobile so i'll add the read later in a bit, i apologize in advance!!)

It all started out with Jeno being a tease on a hot, hot summer evening. Sure, it was terribly humid out, but the way he kept sucking at the colorful popsicle even when it began to melt down to his slender fingers had you feeling wet heat in a much more personal sense. He held eye contact with you as his lips pulled away from the frozen treat, sinful eyes making it a point to devour the way you intook just a little extra air when he licked at the sticky mess upon his palm.

"Care for a taste?" Jeno offered, his deep voice filled with mirth. That's all it really took for you quickly stride across the room to join him where he'd been sat at the sofa. He tossed the remainder of the popsicle atop its wrapper on the coffee table, instead pulling you into his lap as he pushed his tongue past your lips. You could still taste the cold sweetness on his tongue even as he sucked at yours, biting your bottom lip as his strong embrace loosens in favor of grabbing at your ass.

He thanks the heavens for your wardrobe selection today, your skirt making it so much easier to grind against your pretty little panties. If the wet spot forming on his pants was anything to go by, he'd guess you were just as needy as him if not moreso.

"On your back princess, I wanna try something." Jeno helps you take off your shirt as he lays you onto the leather, straddling over your hips before slowly making his way down to your breasts. He mumbles out praises for your body as his slowly warming mouth licks and sucks at your nipples. He separates from your body, drawing out a whine from your lips, when suddenly his now cold again mouth quickly works them to stiff peaks.

"You like that, baby?" You can only nod at his question, carelessly reaching for his hair, needing something to grab onto as he presses cold kisses across the expanse of your neck down your torso. "You're so sensitive for me, does a little cold make you this wet, hmm?" You blink up at your usually sweet boyfriend, only to find his gaze to be more hungry than playful.

"Answer me, baby? Or have I already fucked you stupid without even touching you?" The loud whine your body automatically let out as a response to his filthy words has you blushing frantically, only serving to further spur Jeno's near-sadistic behavior. "Aww, it's ok princess, there's no need to be embarrassed. You're gonna sound so pretty when you're cumming for me later, I just know it."

Before you know it, your skirt's flipped up to cover your abdomen, and it's near impossible to tear your gaze away from Jeno's fingers and how they seemingly glide across your wet lips. His tongue peeks out to lick at your clit before giving it a harsh suck, pulling back to bite at your thigh with a groan, and you just know he's left you with another blossoming mark. You always make it a point to complain about Jeno's marking habits, but he knew better; after all, he's caught you staring at them in the mirror before when you thought he wasn't home.

Frustrated that you had yet to be properly touched despite all your boyfriend's teasing, crinkling sound catches your attention, only to be met with the sight of Jeno sucking at that damned popsicle again. So much for hoping it was a condom so you'd finally be getting some. "Babe, pleeaaseee," you keen, wiggling your hips before biting at your swollen lower lip, trying to entice your boyfriend, "do something, anything."

"Anything?" But it's more of a statement than a question, as you soon find out. The remainder of your clothing is dragged off your body before the cool touch surprises you, but you're even more surprised to find Jeno fucking a brand new popsicle into your wetness. "Your pussy's gonna be so sticky and sweet for me, can't wait to watch you suck it off me," he all but groans at the mere thought of your heavenly lips sucking him off. The image of Jeno's colorful cum spilling out of you doesn't last long, as the freezing treat demands its presence be known, his tongue simultaneously going back to working at your clit.

Letting out a loud moan of his name, he looks up at you, squeezing you thigh with his free hand to draw your attention back to his face, intense eyes settling upon your teary ones. "Does it feel good, baby? Is it too cold?" You're touched that he's checking up on you, but it's really difficult to form words when his cold digits take over and fuck up into you with fervor.

"Don't stop, don't stop fuck Jeno please don't stop!" Just as you cry out for more, the man in question pulls away from you completely, leaving you high and dry just when it your orgasm was building up around his skilled fingers. Your eyes open to the sight of a shirtless Jeno with his pants and briefs pushed down just enough so that he can fuck up into his hand, giving himself just a hint of relief before moving on to the main event. Complaints die in your throat as you watch Jeno grasp both his leaking cock and the popsicle between his palms, rocking against the length of the sticky mess before once again pushing it into you a handful of times, ultimately discarding it off-handedly in the general direction of the coffee table it had been melting atop. "Think you're ready to take my cock now, princess? Wanna feel how well you take me," mumbling the latter against your lips, already having his tongue nearly down your throat as he aligns his tip, drawing out beautiful, desperate moans when he finally pushes in and sheathes himself inside your wetness to the hilt. You'd never even noticed when the rest of his clothes had gone missing, but you weren't complaining either.

"Fuck Jeno, how do you feel so hot yet so cold at the same time?" you shiver, simultaneously pulling closer and farther from his body, seeking the warmth from his chest while avoiding his freezing hands. He only chuckles at this, kissing further down your jaw before pausing to suck another mark, this time into your sensitive breast. Jeno's cold hands find purchase on your hips despite all your wriggling, bodies quickly warming up as the heat in the room rises on this passionate summer night. His hips work a strong rhythm into your own, pulling lewd melodies from the depths of your chest, raking your nails down his broad back in retaliation for making your things quake.

"Please tell me you're close, because I'm so turned on I can't guarantee I'll outlast you at this rate." The sheepish confession coming from a face that's anything but has you nearly combusting on the spot. His furrowed brows, parted, kiss-swollen lips and strangled groans all adding to your current heightened state of pleasure.

"Just a little more, Jeno I'm so so close. Feels so fucking good, just like tha-at," your eyes roll back as you're speaking and the cockiness that his features don immediately spell trouble. He's found your spot and he is whole heartedly planning to abuse this newfound knowledge. Both of your thighs are pushed up and pinned in place by your chest, his knees digging deeper into the leather; the glint in your boyfriend's dark eyes shining twice as bright in the now-evening glow, vision quickly blurring as his pace picks up considerably. His filthy praises besides your ear only helping your decent further into madness, bucking your hips into his as your nails dig into his shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, good girl, let go for me, come all over my dick, you can do it." As if by magic spell, your release floods your senses, a strangled cry of Jeno's name escaping your weak lips, babbling as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The colorful popsicle residue mixed with your own cum leaks out of you as Jeno pulls out of your warmth, and he stops for a moment to admire the art that would soon be once again ruined by raging hormones.

True to his filthy word, once you've recovered your still-horny lover is quick to lead your head between his legs, making sure you wouldn't forget the real sticky treat he'd made sure to save you a taste of. "Your mouth feels so good, so good, all for me, yeah?" he coos down at your form, blissed out as he enjoys the view.

It's his turn to be surprised however, when you pull off his cock to wink up at him, seductively murmuring for him to use you for his own release and fuck your throat. Not one that needs to be told twice, Jeno cups your cheeks as he holds you in place, slowly slipping into your mouth once again. He stops to make sure you're sure, asking if you're okay every time you whine or gag around him, not wanting to hurt you either.

Once you reassure him you're fine and start moving of your own accord, the loudest moan you've ever heard from Jeno to date spilling out, his head thrown back in sheer pleasure from the delicious sensation. You have all but a minute's worth of the upper hand before feline eyes are back on your own, silently asking for permission to begin moving his hips. Your silent response comes in the way your hands come up to his hips, ready to stop him if you needed to come up for air. A mere three thrusts in and Jeno is doubling over, sweet and filthy words coming out slurred as he's drunk off the feeling of your thigh throat around his length. "I'm so fucking close, oh my god," Jeno's ragged voice manages to rasp out, bucking wildly as you gag around his thick dick. "Gonna cum down your throat princess, yes or no?" He tugs at your hair to get your attention, briefly stilling his fidgeting hips. Your moan of an answer and the way you claw at his thighs to brace yourself being all the nonverbal cues he needs before he pulls out, sensitive tip all the way at your lips again, and you take in a deep breath just before he pushes back in so deep you feared you wouldn't be able to take it, the evidence of white, hot pleasure coating your throat in stripes.

Rather than the usual salty tang of Jeno's cum, the sweetness of the popsicle and taste of your own essence remaining the dominant taste on your tongue. You lick at your sticky lips as Jeno slowly pulls away from your mouth, hissing at how sensitive he is after such a powerful orgasm. He lays back before pulling you with him to lie over his chest, uncaring for the sweaty sheen adorning your bodies in favor of the peaceful embrace of your love. Many peppered kisses and high praises later, Jeno gently turns to press a lingering kiss atop your head, softly calling your name to beckon your gaze.

He breaks the silence by asking, "What do you say about trying whipped cream next time?"

"Sounds... sweet," you retort, much to Jeno's chagrin. At times like this he could easily see why his friends made fun of you two for your sense of humor. But for as much as he teased, he knew he would always be twice as in love with you as he ever claimed to be. And that.. was pretty sweet indeed.

[mandelene]

Idk if you're still doing drabbles since the post was from yesterday (came across it too late 😅) so feel free to ignore this. But in case you are, how about this: very hot summer day. Madeline's exhausted because of the heat (low blood pressure I guess), Amelia's full of energy and hyperactive. You go where you want from here. Thank you! 💕

This drabble prompt has been sitting in my inbox forever and I’m so sorry! On the bright side, I wrote a lot for it. 

You guys are trying to hurt poor Maddie again. Heartless fiends! Your wish is my command though, so here you go, lol. 

Too Cool for You

Word Count: 1154

"Tag, you're it!"

"Amelia, I'm tired. It's too hot."

"Oh, don't be such a baby!"

Madeline isn't sure how Amelia has the energy to be hurtling up and down the driveway like this. She feels like she's melting. The heat has started seeping into her muscles and bones. The air is thick and humid, and her scalp is burning because she forgot to put a baseball cap on. She doesn't remember the last time it was this sweltering in June.

"I'm not! It's just...It's..." Even keeping a train of thought at this point is proving to be difficult.

Amelia finally stops running around like a madwoman and tilts her head to the side in confusion. "Maddie? You don't look so good."

"Just...Just too hot," she sighs. She hears a car coming up the block and sluggishly turns around to look who it is.

It's only Dad -- he's back from work.

"So do you wanna keep playing or not? 'Cause if not, I'm gonna go ask Ivan if he can--"

The world suddenly becomes fuzzy. Black clouds dance across Madeline's eyes. She tries to reach out a hand to grab something, but Amelia is standing too far away. There's nothing else around her but grass and concrete. Everything seems to slip away for a moment, and time stills.

The car gets closer and stops in front of the driveway. Her breathing quickens. Panic races through her veins. She hears Dad say her name but doesn't see him. Amelia screams.

Her legs give out, and her knees slam into the burning cement. Her upper body starts to pitch forward, but she lands in someone's arms. Oddly enough, she doesn't feel any pain.

"Maddie!"

Madeline groans. Her forehead, neck, and back all feel sticky and clammy. When she opens her eyes, everything is surprisingly clear again. She's slumped against Dad's chest like a ragdoll, and he looks down at her with a very serious expression on his face. And because she's scared and doesn't know what's going on, she feels tears roll down her cheeks.

"We'll bring you inside in a moment, love. You're probably overheated. You girls shouldn't have been playing in the sun," he says, carefully sitting her up. "And don't cry, darling. Don't cry. It's all right."

Her knees sting, and when she looks down at them, she sees speckles of blood oozing out from two sizeable scrapes. She hates the sight of blood -- it makes her want to throw up.

"Shhh, shh, don't worry. We'll fix it."

The front door to the house creaks open, and Papa appears in his kitchen apron and slippers. He says mutters something colorful in French and hurries toward them, slippers slapping loudly down the driveway. "Poor, Madeline. I can't let them out for even an hour, Arthur. I told them to stay in the shade."

"It's all right. This heat is enough to make anyone ill. "

Dad grips her waist and arm tightly and, with added support from Papa, she's able to stand. They carefully walk her into the house and over to the living room couch -- and oh god, does it feel amazing to be in the air-conditioning again.

Amelia bounces in and out of her vision, pacing around the couch and asking things like, "Are you taking her to the hospital? Is she having a heart attack? Is she gonna die? Can I have her iPad Pro?"

"Stop it. It's going to be fine," Dad says as he's stacking pillows under Madeline's feet and legs. "Francis, could you bring a glass of juice -- doesn't matter which kind...And ice."

"Ouai, of course."

"How are you feeling, Madeline? Any better?" Dad asks, crouching beside her. "Still too hot?"

"My head hurts."

"Sit tight. I'm going to bring my bag from the car. Amelia, watch your sister for a second, please."

"Okay," Amelia says, but as soon as Dad crosses the threshold, she yells, "It's been more than a second!"

"Don't test my patience!" he barks back, not even turning around.

Amelia sighs, sits cross-legged beside the couch, and murmurs, "What do you think he's gonna do to you? Give you a shot? Call an ambulance? Put stitches in your knees? Don't worry, I won't let him."

This is not the least bit reassuring.

Papa returns with a tall glass of cold apple juice and an icepack just as Dad appears with his backpack of torture tools.

"Thanks," Dad says, taking the ice from Papa and placing it on Madeline's forehead. He also passes the glass of juice to Madeline and has her take a few sips.

Then, he unzips his bag and pulls out a blood pressure cuff along with his stethoscope. The entire time, Amelia watches on intently, not wanting to miss any of the action.

He wraps the cuff around Madeline's left upper arm and shoots her a little smile. "Just going to make sure it's nothing more serious, all right?"

Madeline nods, watches Dad put his stethoscope on and holds still when she feels the diaphragm against the crook of her arm. This isn't the first time he's checked her blood pressure. She's prone to bouts of weakness in the morning before breakfast.

"87 over 60 -- a bit low," Dad says before pressing two fingers against her wrist. "Pulse is fine."

He then rests the back of his hand against her cheek. "No fever. How do you feel now?"

"Better," she sighs. Her head doesn't hurt as much as it did a few minutes ago.

"That's good. Rest here for a while. All that's left to do is to bandage those cuts on your knees."

From her front-row spot, Amelia frowns. "What? That's it? Aww, man."

Dad raises a brow and laughs. "What do you mean 'that's it?' What did you expect?"

"I dunno, I thought you were gonna do something gross or cool," Amelia says, very obviously disappointed.

Papa also laughs and shakes his head at her. "There are popsicles in the freezer if you're looking for something more exciting. Bring one for your sister as well."

"Yay!"

"I want grape," Madeline adds.

"Okay!"

Dad, meanwhile, pets her arm soothingly and says, "Don't pay her any mind, poppet...Amelia, did you put that cream on your foot rash today as I asked you to?"

Already halfway to the kitchen, Amelia shouts back, "No!"

"Of course not, I suppose that's not cool enough to bother with either," Dad grumbles, rolling his eyes. "Would you prefer an anti-fungal injection in your foot instead?"

"NOOOOO!"

"Stop scaring her," Papa chides.

"Fear is a very good motivator."

"Arthur."

"Not all children respond to kindness, compassion, and reason like Madeline does, Francis."

That gets a small giggle out of Maddie, and she can't help but feel miles better when Papa momentarily lifts the icepack on her head to give her a kiss.

She doesn't mind being the center of attention for a while.

[hanniiesuckle17]

Bend Over Backwards

A/n: not requested but I recently was watching old cirque videos and thought of a cute idea so here ya go my lovelies.

Member: Seo Changbin ft. StrayKids

WARNINGS: Partial nudity, swearing, uwuing Binnie

Summary: You started dating Changbin six months ago and he recently started staying over at your place. You haven't been exactly open about your job with him as it can be a little intimidating. All he knows is that you are a performer as well and are always home later than him........which says a whole fucking lot and that you come home with glitter in your hair sometimes. What happens when he starts to ask questions?

GENRE: Acrobat! au Reader, Cirque de Soleil!reader

I could tell I made Changbin nervous. But nervous in a good way. (OMG SHE IS SO PRECIOUS AND HOT AND UWU LITERALLY ALL THE FREAKING TIME MATROSHYKA WHAT?)

But, lately he was anxious for another reason. It was the eighth night in a row you saw his shoes by your front door. At this point he was probably only dating me because my apartment was closer to the studio than the dorms. My watch read 3 AM. All the lights were off so I knew he was in bed already. I knew he would abuse it if I gave him a key. (Though I didn't think it would be this way.)

I took off my shoes and changed into one of Bin's big fluffy shirts. I climbed into bed with him and started to fall asleep until he instinctively pulled me into his chest. "Five." He mumbled. I hummed back in question.

"This is the fifth time you've come home late and with glitter in your hair and on your face." He stroked a piece off my cheek sleepily and held it up for me. "Is there something I need to know, Y/n?"

When I stayed quiet he sat up in bed and turned on the light on the bedside table. "I'm not dating a stripper right....I mean not that I would mind- I mean I would mind-but that's not the point." I sat up tiredly holding his face in my hands. "No. I'm not a stripper." Laying back down, I tried to go back to sleep.

"So, what do you do?" I gave Changbin a look and he just shrugged his shoulders cutely. "Bin we talked about this! I'm a performer that's all you need to know." He didn't look satisfied.

"What I WANT to know more? Why don't you want to tell me?" Frustrated, I sat up looking tiredly into his eyes. "It's intimidating, okay! The work hours are long and rigorous and my shows are a little intimidating to someone seeing it the first time."

He started playing with my fingers, which he knew calmed me down a little, before looking back up at me.

"Yeah, but what do you do?"

"You are impossible."

"Thanks."

"Not a compliment, Bin."

"Y/n! Just tell me what you do already!"

"Fine! You can come to my show this weekend. I have a couple extra tickets. Now can we please go to sleep?" I pleaded pulling on his sleeve. With a big smile he nodded pulled me back down into his chest. There was a moment of silence as he stroked my hair lulling me back to sleep.

"You being a stripper would make sex make so much more sense." There was silence after I slapped his shoulder, quite hard I might add.

I didn't hear a word about my job from Changbin for the rest of the week. Which was surprising. He didn't even say anything when I climbed into bed at 4 AM. He just kissed my forehead and went back to sleep.

Saturday had finally rolled around and Changbin and the rest of the boys had taken the day off. He insisted I get more tickets for them the day before. What he didn't realize is that we technically sold out tickets three weeks ago. I managed to scramble together seven other tickets and gave them to him before I left that morning.

Placing a soft kiss on my lips he ushered me out the door. "Go! Go! I want you to do you best today!" Changbin said essentially shoving me down the hall to the elevator. Laughing, I waved goodbye to him and then headed off to the stadium my show was performing in. Cast members greeted me with smiles and kisses on the cheek and I dropped my stuff on backstage before going out and stretching thoroughly.

Lifts and rigging were being hauled up into the ceiling for safety check and in a couple hours our large cast would go into costume and makeup.

House lights had been down for at least an hour and the show was about half way done. I stood backstage in the wings prepping for my act which came on shortly. I stood in my flesh colored bodysuit which sparkled at certain angles in the light. The harsh lines of the makeup accentuated my facial structure in the show's desired aesthetic. I climbed the stairs quietly up to the cat walk where my friend held my silks for me. Briefly stretching my head, ankles, and neck before he helped me into the starting position wrapped in the bright red fabrics.

He counted me down before moving the silks away from the catwalk so that I was hanging above the stage itself almost completely upside down. This was my favorite part. No one in the audience could see me yet, but I could see everything from up here. I loved the feeling of my muscles working to hold my body up with the help of the soft fabric.

Soon my cue came on and I was slowly lowered on stage. I was ready to perform.

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The feeling of only my body being in control was thrilling and the fact that millions of eye were watching only added to the rush. This was what I lived for. To perform. Slowly my feet lowered to the ground and my heartbeat began to climb down from its high. The applause was deafening as I left the stage.

Once in the wings, I was handed water and rushed to change into my next costume for the aerial bar act. The shoe proceeded as normal and soon it was finished. The cast came out and did curtain call and then I could go and remove all of the harsh makeup. Looking down at my phone I saw multiple notifications. One from Dispatch news with a picture of the boys walking into the show. The others were texts from the boys who were completely shocked. It brought a smile to my face and I quickly removed the rest of the stage makeup.

Waving goodbye to my friends as they left I raced back out onstage. I searched for the boys who said they would wait for me and so that they wouldn't get more pictures. The stadium was empty though as I stood center stage. The feeling was weird since I was always up in the air.

Suddenly, I heard applause coming from the aisles. I squinted to see the familiar form of my boyfriend walking towards me. Laughing, I climbed off the stage and ran to him. His embrace felt better than any rush from the stage ever could. Changbin spun me around telling me how proud he was.

"You aren't intimidated?" He shook his head with a laugh, pulling away from me. "What? No! This is so cool!" He swung out hands back and forth a huge smile on his cute face. "Your everyday office is fifty feet in the air! That's so cool!" "Sixty actually but whose counting." He wrapped me in another hug planting kisses all around my face.

"So.....you want to try it?" I said motioning my head to the stage. Before crew left they had set up for the first act which was multi trapeze. "Is it safe? I thought everybody left?" I nodded pulling him to the stage. "It's safe as long as you're with me, babe."

He looked up warily at the high bars. "First, while you look very handsome in your blazer, that has to come off. Loose fabric could get caught in the rigging." I started playfully unbuttoning his shirt. "Y/n, if you wanted me to strip just ask." He retorted with a smirk.

"Come on then. Hurry up." I called over my shoulder as I climbed the ladder up to the highest platform. Soon, I heard him coming up behind me. I turned to see him clutching the small railing we had on the pole. "You afraid of heights, Bin?" I stroked his cheek which calmed him down a little bit. "Not usually." He looked down and his eyes went wide.

"Isn't there supposed to be a net!" I laughed seeing him panic. "This is Cirque. We live without nets to catch us." I jumped off the platform grabbing a farther out bar at the last moment before swinging to the other platform and landing gracefully. "Y/N I'M GOING TO DIE!"

Changbin now clung to the pole like a koala bear. "It's fine! You see down there? Those are trampolines embedded in the floor! It's how we do most of our stunts! If you fall they'll catch you!"

Pointing the the lighter black strips on the floor that were strategically placed on the stage. "MY GIRLFRIEND IS TRYING TO KILL ME!" Bursting out laughing I tried to catch my breath. I swung back out and positioned myself so I was hanging from the bar by my legs.

"Just grip the bar and don't let go. Push off from the platform!" Motioning with my hands, I tried to slowly usher Bin to the trapeze. Hesistantly he gripped the bar until his knuckles went white. "One." I counted. "Two." He said with an inhale. "Three!"

Screaming he pushed off from the platform and swung through the air. "Look at you! You're doing it.....sort of!" His legs were flailing in the air like a cartoon character. "You wanna try something else?" Hesistantly he nodded. Moving my torso I made it so out swings matched up. "On the count of three I want you to let go okay!"

"Y/N YOU ARE THE MOST INSANE BITCH EVER!" I laughed and kept the motion going. "You love me though."

"Yes."

"You trust me?"

"NOT AT THE MOMENT!"

"Trust me, Binnie. I won't let you fall."

He nodded and took a deep breath. On the count of three he let go and shut his eyes screaming in the process. He stopped when he felt my hands latch onto his wrists holding him up. He looked up at me and smiled. I talked him through how to reach the bar and I pushed myself up to balance on the small thing. Changbin sat on the trapeze gripping the rope for dear life while I stood next to him.

Moving to sit one leg on either side of the trapeze I looked over at him. "Thank you for coming." The motion of the bar blew his hair out of his face slightly. He seemed less scared and had a smile on his face now. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world." He gave me the largest smile I had ever seen. True happiness and love could be seen in his eyes. My hand came to his cheek and brought him into a kiss.

To be honest, kissing Changbin had always been my favorite thing. But, I would always remember this one, when he shared something I loved with me. I couldn't have been happier. We both smiled into the kiss and it felt even more that we were the only ones in the entire space.

He pulled away with a smile and the looked around the stadium. "I love you." He turned his head at my voice. We had said it jokingly before, but something about this time made it different. "I love you. More than anything in this world. More than anyone had ever loved before." He always had a way with words, but Changbin never failed to make me feel this way. We sat together for a moment, enjoying the sway of the bar and each others company.

"So.....how do we get down?" "We jump."

"Y/N!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?"

[clubgif]

Remove Background for Icons Tutorial

As requested by Anonymous, this post will explain how to remove the background for your icons, so you can add a solid, gradient, etc background.

You will learn how to remove the background in three ways and which method works best for the photo you want as your icon:

[NEW] Remove Background

[NEW] Subject (link only)

[A CLASSIC] Pen + Brush Tool

↓ TUTORIAL UNDER THE CUT ↓

Each method will be explained first so pick whichever is most appropriate to your photo and then you will find what to do after removing the background at the last part of this post.

[1] Remove Background

If this feature isn't available in your version of Photoshop, just skip to the ones that you can do :)

TIP: For this method, it's best to use photos with clean, solid backgrounds and "clean" or sharp-edged subjects, such as this:

NOTE: This first method is the quickest way to remove a background but it doesn't work for every photo.

1.1 Open your photo in Photoshop.

1.2 Unlock the layer (if it's locked) by clicking the lock icon.

1.3 Click Remove Background which you will find under the Quick Actions tab in the Properties panel (Window > ✓Properties). That's it!

[2] Subject

If this feature isn't available in your version of Photoshop, just skip to the ones that you can do :)

If your photo has a background that's not too busy and a subject with:

Hair that is either curly, messy, or has visible stray hairs

Clothes that are fluffy or fuzzy

This is the step for you.

These are examples of photos you can use:

For this method, I have decided to just link this video tutorial [Patrick_Star_BOO.gif] because it will take me too long to explain it (and there would be more text for you guys to read and nobody wants that).

[3] Pen + Brush Tool

For this method, you can use any type of photo, like one with a busy background. But I'll be using this photo as an example to keep the explanations simple:

3.1 Open your photo in Photoshop.

3.2 Unlock the layer (if it's locked) by clicking the lock icon.

3.3 Select the Pen tool (shortcut: P)

NOTE: Make sure it's set Path, not Shape, which you can find at the top menu.

3.4 Trace around your subject.

To do this:

3.4.1 Create a starting point by simply clicking anywhere on the edges your subject.

TIP: Turn on caps lock to change your cursor from the pen to a point (like what you see in the gif example below).

3.4.2 Make another point not too close to the first point.

NOTE: To create a curve line, click and drag to arc the line and follow the curve like this:

NOTE:

If you'd like to stop the curves and start drawing straight lines again, hold down option (Mac) / Alt (Windows) + click the on the point you created:

If you'd like to change the curve direction, hold down option (Mac) / Alt (Windows) + click and drag the white point (which now turned blue) as shown below:

3.4.3 Continue this process until you reach the first point you made. Click on it to close the path. It should now look like this:

3.5 Mask the Pen tool path. You will find the Mask button at the top menu, it's between Selection... and Shape.

If it's not there, another way to do this is to:

Right click on your photo (with Pen tool still selected)

Click Make Selection...

Make Feather Radius: 0.1 pixels then click OK.

Add layer mask to your photo's layer. This can be found at the bottom of the Layers window, at the right side of the "fx" button.

3.6 Brush tool (optional)

If there are any parts you accidentally left out, you can just brush them back in and vice versa.

NOTE: Click the layer mask once to select it since we’ll be brushing over the layer mask, not the layer.

TIPS:

You can also brush parts in [1] and [2], just make sure you're brushing over the layer mask.

To switch between adding back and removing the parts you’ve brushed over, press the keyboard shortcut X to swap the foreground and background colors (should be black & white).

Black foreground color: erases

White foreground color: brings back what’s been erased

Making the icon

4.1 Create a New Document by going to File > New... > then make both width and height 128 px, the standard Tumblr icon size.

4.2 Transfer your photo to your new document by using the Move tool (V) to drag the photo onto the new document.

You can also save your photo as a png file then place that file onto the new document.

4.3 Transform and position your photo in the new document (let's call it icon document from now on).

TIP: I personally think it best to convert your photo into a Smart Object (right click the photo layer > Convert to Smart Object) before transforming the photo. This way, if you want to make the photo bigger after making it smaller, it won't become pixelated.

4.4 Color grade your photo.

TIP: If you don't want your coloring to affect your new background, create a clipping mask on your coloring layers to the photo layer. To do this, right click on the coloring layer (i.e. Brightness/Contrast) > Create Clipping Mask. It should all have an arrow pointing down to the photo look like this:

4.5 Change your Background

4.5.1 Unlock the Background layer first (if it's locked) by clicking the lock icon.

4.5.2 Click the "fx" button at the bottom of the Layers window

4.5.3 Select Color Overlay if you want a solid background color or Gradient Overlay if you want a gradient background. Change the colors to whatever you want :)

Once you're okay with your icon, save it as jpeg. If your background is transparent, save it as png.

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[baekhyunbitz]

Yin and Yang

An: Finally finished!!! Since it's this cuties birthday still in my country, I wanted to get it done and post it today. Happy Birthday handsome❣

Genre: Flufffffff

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.4k +

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The stories say on your 17th birthday, you're one step closer to finding your soulmate. You will begin to notice a tattoo take its form and only your soulmate possesses the copy. They can range from any size, color, and pattern, and could possibly change once you have met them but that case is very rare. It's become much easier as the years go on and social media becomes more popular, pictures are uploaded 24/7 making the search a bit more bearable. Then there are people like me that choose to let time take its course. Believe me, I get curious every once and a while but I'm not in any hurry. The day I turned 17 wasn't a day I was looking forward to. All everyone seems to care about anymore is finding their special person but there is so much more to live for. I was actually very pleased with my piece though. Yin and Yang. Dark and light. Simple, yes, but my light carried thin brush strokes of crimson and tangerine, while my dark looked like a messy brush stroke as if the zigzag scribbles were enough to cover the Yin next to the Yang. Messy, but simple, it fit me.

As the next few years go on, all my friends have found their S/O after hours of browsing the web, I, on the other hand, have traveled around the world, adding a new tattoo to commemorate my adventures. I saunter down the hall of my apartment towards my front door, making sure I have everything I need.

"Headphones, check. Wallet, check. Water, check. Keys...." I look towards the wall by the front door and grab them from their place on the hook. "Check." I slip on my shoes then head out the door, skipping through the lobby and out the main doors.

Today marks a year since I've moved to South Korea. I wanted a big new change in my life and this vibrant and alive city was calling out my name. From the culture to the food, the sights, to the loving. I decided to get the skyline of the city in a small celebration for this special anniversary. About 6 months ago, a new tattoo/piercing shop opened several blocks into the city, INKredible Tattoos and I've heard nothing but incredible reviews about them. I took a liking to their portfolios and decided I wanted to have them be a part of my adventure piece on my arm. I've made it a goal that I always find a new artist to add to the sleeve piece on my left arm, also adding two decently sized pieces on each thigh and a four leaf clover behind my right ear. My sleeve consists of all the places I've been to, my biggest achievements, my relationships with family and friends, all framing my soulmate tattoo.

Passing the apartment buildings of various colors and structures, the tattoo shop comes into sight, a maroon awning shading the entrance and music playing from the speaker. The bell chimes as I walk into the air-conditioned lobby. The walls are painted the same maroon with gold flakes scattered, mahogany polished flooring with black leather sofas for seating. What caught my eye though was the espresso tinted irises looking in my direction.

"Ah, welcome to INKredible Tattoos. How can I help you today?" The man stepped out from behind the glass case, my eyes falling to the way his dark blue jeans hugged his gorgeously thick thighs. Words got stuck in my throat as the sunlight from the window lit up his profile, showing his sharp jawline and deep set features. His thick chocolate locks fell onto his forehead as he extended his hand out to mine. His olive green t-shirt gripping his biceps,

"I'm sorry, my name is Dean, I'm the owner of this shop."

"Y/N. Pleasure to meet you." My eyes still fixated on his features, a chuckle escaping past his lips.

"The pleasure is mine. What were you thinking about getting today hun?"

"Well, I was thinking about getting the skyline of Seoul on my left arm here by my shou— "

"Dean!" A voice yelled, "Did you happen to—oh..." Another guy appeared in my vision, one that is a little more eccentric than Dean. His black teal tinted curls bounced as he took the space next to Dean, mahogany vortexes took me by surprise, just as much as the silver ball of his labret piercing, "What's a cute girl like you doing in a place like this? Thinking about getting a piercing from the one and only me?" He pointed at himself, my eyes catching the sling of his chest peeking out of his semi buttoned-up red, blue, and white shirt.

"Knock it off Mino, she's here for a tattoo." Dean hissed and Mino slid his hands into his dark jeans. His plush pink lips formed a pout that seemed too cute for his sultry features. I chuckle from his reaction, easing the tension, a slight smirk making itself apparent in the corner of Mino's lips.

"Hey Christian! We have a new canvas!" Mino gruffed and a guy with curly obsidian hair made his way down the hall. Clinging to his body was a gray short sleeved button down shirt, accentuating his muscular biceps, black ink art spilling down his left arm.

"Is that so, what made you decide to come here?" His thick Australian accent stunned me as he approached me, his warm skin soaked in the sunlight as well as his caramel irises turning a warm honey.

"6 months ago I heard the buzz about your shop from a friend so I decided to check out your website and admired everyone's portfolios. The different techniques from each of you are outstanding, but one in particular really captured my interest. I believe his name is Oh Sehun."

"Well, you happen to be in luck today, he's in the back room." As I followed Christian down the hall, bright red hair caught my attention. My feet stopped at one of the rooms, my eyes viewing the tattoo artist; his eyes focused on the customer's piece, the buzz of the tattoo machine at work. He pulled away from the skin, his hand grabbing the clean paper towel from his slender leg. His maroon sleeves are pushed up, showing the ink on his arm; I leaned against the door frame trying to see his features, but his red hair blocked them, "Y/N, what are you waiting for?" Christian's voice bringing me back to reality, my feet pulling me from the door to a few rooms further, "Get your guns ready, master. You've got an admirer." Christian moved to the side of the door to let me by. My heart stopped as my eyes fell on to the man sitting in the chair. His dark almond irises met with mine, the words I tried to speak stuck in my throat.

"Awesome, what'sypur name love?"

"Y/N." Even his voice has me weak. He rolled back in his chair, his shirt revealing his toned chest making my heart race,

”Go ahead and sit in the chair for me." His eyes watched me, his soft brown hair falling into his face, "What are we thinking about creating today?"

“The skyline of Seoul. I wanted to get a piece to commemorate a whole year here. It's an early birthday gift for myself and I figured now was better than never."

"We going with the black silhouette?"He rolls over in the chair next to me, the close presence sending a chill down my spine. What has come over me?

"Yes, I was thinking about getting it right here by my shoulder."

"Alright. I'm going to trace out the stencil and place it to see if you like the spot." Sehun saunters over to the light table, giving light instructions to Christian to get the necessary equipment ready. My eyes can't help but wander around the room, Sehun's work framed on the walls, his technique so effortless. My gaze lands back on Sehun at the table, his honey-like skin glowing under the soft lighting from the table.

"He's stunning isn't he?" Christian lightly whispered causing me to jump a bit in my seat.

"What? I mean...I wasn't..?"

"It’s okay love, most clients end up staring at one point or another after walking through the door." He winked with a light smirk he wondered over to Sehun to let him know the station was ready to go.

"How does this look?" Sehun rolls over to me with the stencil in hand, a black silhouette of the skyline of Seoul perfectly etched out on the tracing paper with carbon ink.

"Perfect, it's exactly what I want."

"Excellent, I'll just place it to get the right spot then we'll get started." His soft smile had my heart skipping a beat, his hands gently laid the paper against my left arm just below my shoulder at the top of my inked sleeve. His digits brushing over my skin with a feather-like touch while smoothing out the edges of the paper.

"Still looking good?" I looked into the hand mirror he held up so I can view the placement, nodding to let him know it was great where it was,

"Let's get started then, Christian you mind helping Dean out for right now since this shouldn't take too long." Christian saluted for his departure, closing the door on the way out. One of my favorite sounds fills the room as the tattoo gun comes to life, "So what's your story behind your sleeve love?"

"I have this goal for myself actually. I try to go on adventures and try new things as much as I can, when I accomplish this, I add a new piece to my sleeve. I've been adventuring since I turned 17. It hasn't been easy with everyone telling me that I won't get far if I don't have my soulmate by my side."

"I never understood why finding our soulmates was a priority. I don't need someone to make a living in life."

"Thank you! Finally, I met someone that feels the same way I do. I also started getting more pieces so people around me would stop harassing me about their soulmates." A light chuckle came from the man sitting in front of me, the corner of his lips turning into a smirk. That sound. Might just become my new favorite. What has come over me today? He's just a guy. He's just my tattoo artist.

"I'm gonna need you to turn your arm a slight bit here so I can finish it up." As I turn my arm, I noticed the machine stop buzzing, his features falling blank.

"Is there something wrong?" He furrowed his brow, struggling to find the right words as started up the machine again.

"Uh.. sor— sorry, I was just amazed by all the achievements you've made. You've done so much it seems, more than anyone I know." Is that really what caused him to stop? Nobody has done that before… I wonder—no… he can't be. There's no way.

"What got you into the tattooing business?"

"Well since I can remember, I've had a love for the art form, wasn't until I got my first tattoo that I actually started learning. Once I got used to the machine and practiced a lot with my teacher, I did my first tattoo on Dean. We've been close since that day. When he asked me to be a member of his new parlor, I was so ecstatic to finally have my dream job." The genuine smile he displayed showed the deep passion he has for this line of work.

"You're family must be really proud of you. Following your dreams and goals."

"Actually, they just wanted me to find my soulmate just like everyone else."

"I'm sorry, Sehun... I didn't me—"

"It's okay love, I've had plenty of time to get over it. Like you, it's not the most important adventure in my life. Although, I'm open to the idea as of lately." Why did those few words seem to punch me in the chest... I shouldn't feel this way for someone I just met.

"I hope you find your special someone Sehun. You seem like a great guy."

"Thank you Y/N, but I have a feeling I won't have too much trouble."

"How optimistic. Good quality to have in life."

"Alright, you're all finished hun, I hope you like it." He lifts up the hand mirror once again so I can see the finished piece. He ended up adding two birds flying above the skyline, adding onto the beautiful silhouette.

"I adore it Sehun, thank you so much. It means a great deal to me."

"Anytime, you ever feel like getting another piece in the future while you're around, I would love to be the artist." Seeing his full smile caused a blush to spread over my cheekbones. Oh God, please don't notice. He took the latex gloves off as we made our way to the door, entering the hall,

"So how are we paying today?"

"Card is fine." I reached into my pocket to pull out my card, only to see Sehun's hand laying on the counter. My heart started to pound in my chest at the replica to my soulmate piece, but in blue. Blinking a couple of times to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me, the color started to change into a mauve. I look down at mine to see the tangerine shade fade into the same mauve color.

"How about a date instead?" I thought I was blushing before— boy, earlier couldn't come close to comparison. Whistles, hollers, and claps filled the space around the lobby causing a chuckle to fall past Sehun's lips as his friends applauded the long-awaited moment.

"I was beginning to wonder how long it would take for one of you to notice. I happened to see your tattoo as you explained your story, the funny part was that you were automatically drawn to his work, I didn't need to intervene." Dean explained as he high fived Christian and the red-haired man from the other room.

"Bout damn time there man, I was starting to think you were never going to find the one. By the way, my names Kwon Jiyong, but you can call me G-Dragon."

"Nice to meet you." We shook hands before he leaned down to lightly kiss the top of my hand, letting go to ruffle Sehun's hair.

"So what do you say, love? Mind if I show off your beauty to my city?"

"As long as it's you by my side, I'll go anywhere."

[daintyephemera]

[bambamwolf87]

Drabble time (Female reader with Loki):

Imagine yourself pinned between him and the truck top. You bent over as he humps you. Y'all wanted to do something mischievous and fuck in the Avengers Tower's garage. He had made a bet you couldn't keep quiet while he had his way with your body.

You wore a trenchcoat with lacy underwear and bra underneath it. He was clad in some of his leather Asgardian clothes, but no armor. You relished the feel of leather against your skin.

He began to pull down your coat. Revealing the undergarments in bright green. He growled because you in his colors made him hornier than he had already been.

"My colors and nothing else? How am I to make love without ripping them off of you?" He said as he ran his long fingers over the fabric covering your breasts. You wiggled your butt, because these were special underwear. They were crotchless, just a thin string on each side to connect the bigger parts of the material.

Loki found the gap in them as his hands began to caress your ass lovingly. "Oh my, you have came prepared, my dear." Causing you to giggle.

"Now, now, you're supposed to keep quiet." He teases. He began to open his pants, to stroke himself as his other hand glides along your curves. Switching from stroking himself, to pushing two fingers inside you. He chuckles finding you wet for him. Adding a third finger as he stretches you out and collecting your wetness. When he removes his fingers, to coat his cock in your juices.

"Ready for me Love?" You nod, biting your lip in anticipation. He pressed against your entrance, slowly getting the head inside. Then pulls your face back to kiss you deeply. As he began to stroke his tongue into your mouth, he pushes all of himself into you. Bottoming out, encased in your tight walls, he stills for a moment. He doesn't want to cum too soon.

He wants to make you scream with pleasure. His hands roam your body, both stopping on your breasts to play with hardened nipples. You whimper from the added sensation. He pulls out and began a medium pace. Sliding one hand down your thighs, to find your bundle of nerves. Circling it, but never touching it. The agony of wanting him to rub it, when he's right there driving you crazy.

"Please!" You finally yell.

This makes Loki bite your neck, then kissing over the mark. He pumps faster in and out of your dripping cunt. His finger lightly grazes your clit. You moan out loud at the contact.

Loki was close to cumming and wanted to take you over the edge too. He began rubbing his finger over your clit fast as his thrusts became hard and uneven.

"Cum for me, darling. Come undone with me." His velvet voice at your ear adds to the stimulation and your body tightens around him.

"Yes, my King!"

Loki's orgasm follows yours as he fills you with his cum. His head resting on your shoulder as you both pant. He withdraws from you gently, turning you around to face him.

"And you're my Queen. I love you."

The end.

A/N: I was kinda in a horny mood. Hope yall enjoyed it. @redfoxwritesstuff @alexakeyloveloki @catalinaacosta @ask-sigyns-blog @arlaina28 @adamcansuckme @slytherin-pixie @jgvfhl @dangertoozmanykids101 @imagine-loki