#but it’s still hornier than i was expecting lol

[onesweetbeautifulsong]

man lemme tell you, spring awakening is much hornier when it’s not done at a catholic college lmao

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING DIVINE !!! TOTO W. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: toto shows his appreciation for his pregnant wife. (part two-ish of something intoxicating)

💌 re:moony's planner request: "reader actually getting pregnant after toto fucked her out after a long neglect and him being really exited for this chapter in their life."

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, insecurities, pregnant!reader, body worship, breeding/impregnation kink, creampie, i did not proofread this lol

note: i am not sure if this was meant to be a fluff or a smut request so i decided to 🤷‍♀️ make it a smut 🤷‍♀️ enjoy xx (also! please don't hesitate to give me your opinion!!!)

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he didn’t think that she could get any sexier than she was before. but alas. 

here she was: her figure, her sweet sweet figure, had a small protrusion on her stomach that indicated a sign of life within her. she was the most attractive woman to have ever existed, and, when they learned that they were expecting, there was a growing sense of protection and primal desire within toto that he couldn’t even explain.

he couldn’t help it; his cock wouldn’t stop from making itself hard after looking at her body. she was growing a life, for fucks sake— and she was doing so in the most amazing way possible. it was making toto hornier than usual. 

but she wasn’t aware of it. in fact, she often voiced out how her skin continued to stretch and showed marks as the baby progressively grew.

her insecurities, ones that continued to grow as much as her baby did, were something she hid away from toto. she didn’t want to make them a big deal considering that he was already stressed enough during this season.

she often spoke to lewis’ physiologist, angela, about this kind of matter and hadn’t approached anyone else as she continued to spend her time at the paddock. if anyone else knew— they’d immediately tell toto. that would mean that she was burdening her husband with this matter. 

toto hadn’t meant to walk in the conversation, but he couldn’t find himself to refrain from listening when she and angela spoke while in the garage.

“the baby’s growing real fast,” angela told the woman with fascination, “i reckon he’d have long legs like his daddy.”

and instead of offering a happy laugh, the woman let out a small pitiful chuckle as angela then asked, “oh no. don’t tell me—?”

toto’s wife sighed, “i dunno. i’m supposed to be happy— and i am! ‘s just—“ she placed her hand over the stomach and rubbed the bulge soothingly. she continued, “i don’t feel like this is me. my body— dunno. it’s silly, don’t you think?” 

“it’s not,” angela reassured the woman. “it’s normal to feel that way. you have to understand that your body is growing a baby and that they require a little more space than food usually does.” 

“i shouldn’t feel bad,” the woman said with a solemn smile, “i’m very excited, really. this is my first kid— this is toto’s first kid. but at the same time i feel like i’d lose his attention the moment this kid pops out and i don’t have the body i used to—“

“hey, hey!” angela gave the woman a warning look, “enough with that. you look absolutely divine— toto would be stupid if he doesn’t appreciate your body and what it’s doing for his son.” 

toto stood behind the door and continued listening. he wasn’t sure if he was upset at his wife for not coming to him sooner to talk about her feelings. but he was certain that he was upset at her for thinking that she wasn’t worth being appreciated because of her body. 

he had to do something. he could still do something as a loving and appreciative partner while she did all the hard work. 

and that’s what he did. he couldn’t help himself when she came out of the bathroom with nothing but a slip dress on that night. the way her silk nightwear accentuated her curves made toto’s cock twitch in his trousers. 

he couldn’t help but sink down to devour every part of her. at first, she wondered what prompted him to act like this— to act so… primal and overly worshipful. but as soon as his mouth attached itself to her tender skin and fragile figure she was long gone, a gasp escaping her lips while she begged for him.

and who was he to deny his pretty, fragile wife? he would be damned if he hadn’t done anything to make her feel loved— he’d give her the world, should she demand it. 

she whimpered quietly as toto thrusted into her cunt gently, her eyes close to tearing up because of how toto treated her like she’s bound to break at some point. 

his hands travelled down her body as he groaned softly, rhythms of his hips slapping against hers were adagio as toto’s thumbs played with her stiff nipples. he hummed, “so eine hübsche frau.” such a pretty wife.

“you should see yourself, schatz,” he growled, his cock bottoming out in her as she let out a loud moan. “you’re growing my baby— our baby. haven’t seen something so beautiful before. fuuuck~ you are so sexy, it makes me want to fuck more babies into you.”

she sobbed desperately, “ngh~ i- toto.” her heels dug into his hips harder as she lifted her hips up to meet his halfway through. “want you.”

“‘m here, liebling,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss on her forehead as his pace turned up to presto as they both let out endless sounds of pleasure. the tip of his cock reaching her cervix as he began pounding into her relentlessly.

“please fuck me harder,” she begged. “wan’ you to fuck me.”

“i will,” he shushed her, “but i can’t help it. this body of yours- fuck- makes me want to take it slower. you’re so beautiful like this- all pregnant with my baby.” he nipped on her tits as he hummed in satisfaction.

“makes me want to give you more after this one comes out,” he said darkly, kissing her hard as he began to fuck her harder. “gonna give you more and make sure these tits are full of milk.”

“mm, fuck- toto~” she cried out, feeling too overwhelmed by the pleasure and excitement she had gotten out of his words and his actions. 

her cunt clenched around his cock as he chuckled sweetly and said, “oh? you want more kids then? you want to be my pregnant little wife full of my babies?” 

she only nodded frantically. toto continued to fuck her until a loud strangled noise escaped her lips.

“o- oh, fuck. ‘m cumming,” she announced, holding him closer as his thrusts became harder and faster as they both reached their highs. 

“god— fucking hell, schatz,” he muttered hastily, groaning deeply in her ear as he said, “i’m gonna cum. where do you want me?”

“i- inside, toto- fuck!” she cried out, her body shaking as her walls throbbed around him. “cum inside me, please!”

toto’s hips stuttered for a brief moment as he let out a groan, shooting his cum inside her cunt as he thrusted slowly before stilling.

with a breathless sigh, he slowly pulled out of her and watched his cum escape her hole and drip down the mattress beneath her. he looked at her fucked out face lovingly as he gave her another kiss. 

god she really was fucking divine. he wouldn’t be surprised if she was pregnant again shortly after giving birth to their firstborn. 

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen @happy-nico @architect-2015

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[ryuichirou]

I notice you said that Azul doesn’t like sex very much so I was wondering, who enjoys sex to a regular amount, who can do without it but wouldn’t deny it if it happens, who is practically addicted to sex, etc?

Hi Anon!

At first, I wanted to say that I already wrote a hc post on a topic somewhat similar to this, but then I decided to go through the list again and think about your specific prompt.

The post I’ve written before was about calculating the characters’ degree of sluttiness lol and sex drive was one of the parameters used for this, but being horny and loving sex are probably a liiittle bit different. I’ll talk about both in this post of course, but I’ll still try to add some nuance.

Riddle – normally, he doesn’t even think about it, he is rather pure; but I feel like he is the type to almost get addicted for some time once he figures out what it is and how it works. It’s like opening a Pandora’s box... But he will calm down eventually. Probably. He hopes so. Sex makes him extremely nervous, but he feels so satisfied and weirdly happy afterwards...

Ace – in general, he is a very horny “masturbates at least once a day” type of guy, so he is probably obsessed with sex. The moment he gets access to sex, he won’t be able to think about anything else for quite some time. It’s partially due to him being young, but he will probably keep his horniness intact even as he gets older...

Deuce – pretty much as addicted as Ace, but unlike Ace, he is going to calm down overtime a little bit. He thought he had a sex thoughts + masturbation addiction problem back when he was a delinquent, but now it’s gotten worse somehow. I guess that’s Ace’s bad influence... if these two are a couple, they probably have sex most frequently out of the entire school. He’s a rabbit, after all...

Trey – it’s not like he’ll die without sex or anything, but he is more into it than people think. This is why he had fun here and there during his first year at NRC; people were into him, and he didn’t mind it too much if it didn’t lead to anything more than sex. I feel like he would still do something like that these days because sometimes he kind of craves it, but for the majority of time he’s ok!

Cater – he craves sex, and then when it happens sometimes feels weird about it, i.e. when it feels too intimate and personal (one would think he would expect that from sex of all things). But when it’s good, Cater enjoys it a lot, and he wants to have more good sex. He is the type to whine about it sometimes actually.

Leona – very into it. He could go weeks without having sex, but it almost feels as if he is just trying not to look like a nymphomaniac lol As if anyone would judge him for that. After these “breaks” he demands sex multiple times per day sometimes.

Ruggie – he himself thinks that he isn’t all that into sex at all, but it’s mostly because he is the resident of one of the horniest dorms: boys from Savanaclaw sniff and hump each other all the time, and Ruggie really can’t relate to that. But in actuality, I’d say he likes sex quite a bit. He is good at it, he gets pleasure from it, a lot of times he gets something out of it as well. Still, he won’t die without sex.

Jack – the first time Jack has sex he’ll get scared by just how much he loved it. He would hate how he wouldn’t be able to think about anything other than sex... he has periods during which he is obsessed, and it’s very difficult for him to keep it together. But then after he calms down, he judges those who complain about wanting to have sex. Kind of hypocritical of him.

Azul – like I already said, he doesn’t like sex all that much. He loves it much more when he is in his merman form though, both because he doesn’t suffer from his lack of stamina this way + because he is hornier this way in general, it just feels right. He also has periods during which he wants to have sex more often, but those are rare; in general, Azul wouldn’t mind not having sex for months or even a whole year.

Jade – he is still kind of an enigma to me lol Somehow Jade feels like someone who wouldn’t care about sex at all and wouldn’t have it for years. But it’s just about sex on its own, unfortunately for everyone else sex implies a lot of things that Jade finds interesting and would love to both explore and practice. So uh... In terms of having just regular sex with someone under the blanket – he doesn’t really care?  

Floyd – probably no surprises here, but he is the most addicted one out of the three mermen. Sometimes he isn’t in the mood, but for the majority of time if something remotely sexual happens, it’s like his brain switches to a separate mode, and doesn’t switch back until Floyd is satisfied. Floyd’s appetite is huge.

Kalim – very into it. The only reason for him not to have sex every single day is because sometimes he miraculously gets distracted. Still, he adores physical touch, anything that implies having fun with someone or being close in a very special way, especially if this is someone he loves. He is the type to get clingy and make sad eyes because he really really really wants to do it, even if they don’t really have time...

Jamil – a bit similar to Ruggie because he is surrounded by horniness and would probably think that he doesn’t want to have sex ever, but there are still aspect of sex that Jamil genuinely enjoys whether he wants to admit it or not. He probably won’t die without having sex, and right now he is either overstressed or oversexed (thanks Kalim), but if he is left alone for quite some time, he might start craving it a little bit.

Vil – he loves sex, this is why he has to actually remind himself that too much of a good thing is bad, this is why he always wants to pace himself and his partner. Sometimes he spends longer periods of time without having sex (I keep mentioning it in every Vil-related hc post lol but this is his “no sex until the event/important date” thing), but by the end of those he is in a pretty desperate shape. Also, just because he thinks that he is responsible and paces himself and his partner, doesn’t mean that he won’t ever give in when Rook wants to have sex with him out of nowhere. After all, he wants it too. He’ll scold himself later.

Rook – absolutely addicted. Would only survive without sex because he is a survivor by nature, and if a whole-ass tiger didn’t end his life when he was lost in a jungle back when he was still a kid, lack of sex also wouldn’t. But it feels just as deadly sometimes..!

Epel – another little rabbit; I think he is pretty much the same as Ace and Deuce. To Epel, however, sex is also about feeling cool and mature, and he loves this feeling a lot. He is pretty obsessed, I would say, and would probably love to spend an entire day in bed with someone special.

Idia – it’s always funny to talk about him because he is our main porn star, but I really don’t think Idia is into sex at all. He doesn’t plan on losing his virginity, and if he isn’t a virgin, he doesn’t mind not having sex at all and just playing games together with his partner. He could get horny of course, but in very specific cases + he would never initiate things. In general, Idia thinks that sex is overrated. And also has severe anxiety about it.

Ortho – kind of obsessed?? In a weird way because to him it’s a research thing, but also sex is such a big topic in all kinds of media, such a huge source of drama, anxiety and happiness for a lot of people. Sex is everywhere, and Ortho wants to figure it out and experience it fully! So he would ask for sex a lot. If we’re talking about real!Ortho, he’d still be much more into sex than Idia. Unlike Idia, he doesn’t have severe anxiety about sex, and he loves intimacy with someone a lot.

Lilia – obsessed, but also doesn’t have as much steam as he used to, which is still too much fucking steam for the majority of non-fae people. Lilia is the master of sex, and he loves it a lot when he gets to either learn new things or have fun with someone new. Which doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have some stuff that he is used to and loves doing! Sometimes Lilia thinks that he should probably chill with all this sex stuff, but then ends up having sex two times that exact day. Oh well.

Silver – he isn’t super into sex, but he loves both a physical sensation and emotional satisfaction that it brings. Silver loves it when he knows that he’s made someone feel good. So I’d say he wouldn’t usually initiate anything  himself (there are some exceptions), but he would also almost never refuse when someone wants to have sex with him.

Sebek – he wants to hate sex so much. He wants to be revolted by it sometimes because it really, really messes with his head. He is similar to Jack, but somehow even worse because while Jack calms down every now and then, it’s like Sebek’s body is trying to drive him insane, and his brains don’t help either because his thoughts keep wandering off somewhere... he would think that after having sex he’d get better, but nah, he’d only get worse because now he knows what sex is all about and desperately wants more.

Malleus – it’s not like he is addicted to sex, but he loves it. He loves both the sensations and the connection between two people that it implies, but he mostly craves the latter. It’s not like he has to be completely in love to have sex with someone, but he craves chemistry and adoration, so just any dick wouldn’t suffice. And if such a thing isn’t there, Malleus would easily stay away from sex for months, years, centuries... He would rather suffer from his body aching and pining for someone than let anyone take him just for the sake of scratching an itch.

[dollivication]

dolly!! i was thinking…. who in dmc would be prone to turn into an incel? in my opinion i totally think itd be v LMAOOO but idk i wanna know ur thoughts…. ur always so smart >:3

NAWNIE YOU ARE ONTO SOMETHING!…. analysis mode activ8ed…. sorry for the rant aaa..

so. somehow,, somehow. SOMEHOW. vergil. without really fucking TRYING managed to not only capture the interest of a woman, but also knocked her up. and then he was gone like the wind LMFAO??.. & im thinking that because vergil is so focused on bettering his abilities, on gaining more power (kinda why dmc5 happened)—as much as he might crave romance or someone to simply touch him with warmth deep down inside—just doesn’t have time for that anymore. he’s not a friendly person, and i’m pretty sure he himself is aware of this, so he doesn’t put in the effort to change or put himself out there in hopes of attracting someone because there’s really no point to it. for vergil, time is always ticking, just waiting for the right moment to strike with yet another tragedy. getting laid is most likely the last thing on his mind because he’s got other stuff to worry about, and likely has a low sex drive. overall 12% incel rate methinks.

now lets get the obvious knocked out of the way… nero has kyrie. their relationship is the healthiest one shown on screen, and even if it’s a little odd acknowledging the fact they’re technically step siblings, at least they’re not BLOOD related so LOLS it could be worse. he’s getting kisses and hugs and cuddles on the daily and living a good life with a sweet girl. helps orphans also! he’s also laik.. the most normal compared to the sparda twins and v. has the most valid reactions to crazy shit (i.e frustration, cursing, etc..)…but also because he’s like the most sane, he’s definitely got the occasional need to cum. it’s not a terribly high sex drive but it’s not as low as vergil’s either. considerably moderate, and is probably to be more focused on his gig of devil hunting and taking care of the orphans with kyrie. 15% incel rate methinks—still pretty low.

and here comes dante. look.. that’s.. a flirty man if i’ve ever seen one, a little pervy, but not a complete degenerate. yanno what i mean? like, sure he shamelessly looks at adult mags out in the open, even has some pages of nearly naked women on the wall of the Devil May Cry, but he’s never touched any woman inappropriately. in dmc3, the most he did was get super close to lady and get up all in her face, did try to shoot his shot with her, but when she clearly wasn’t having it he immediately backed off. theyre chill now, and hasn’t exactly shown any flirtatious behavior towards her anymore (not that i’ve seen..),, and in dmc5, he could’ve had the chance to get touchy with trish when he saved her as she was nude, but instead he exhibited nothing but real concern for her wellbeing. (maybe that’s because she looks like his mom, and they’ve been good friends for some time, that it’s a natural reaction. but you’d expect an incel to disregard this and take it as a chance to explore anyway.) so dante’s clearly got morals and some dignity and can control himself. regarding his libido, i’m pretty sure he’s hornier than nero and vergil. if dante sees a pretty person, he won’t be afraid to make his interest known. he’s got a lot on his plate too, and since he doesn’t smoke and isnt a full blown alcoholic, he most likely vents any stress by jerking off. for him there’s probably nothing better than a proper orgasm for temporary relief. he is aware of the disaster that follows him and is too afraid to engage romantically because of it, but i imagine he does want a little something more than his hand and does often crave a relationship.. 33% incel rate

v.. you’re right about him LOL. imagine and put yourself in v’s shoes: a constant desire to be loved which stemmed your former self, endless want for security, new to this world and have no clue how it really works or know what’s taboo and what isn’t with only a few memories to guide you along the way (which don’t really guide you at all, but instead taunt you with the traumas and experiences your former self has undergone, and provide insight about the kind of person you were) but now your own person with a conscience and liberty? curiosity is bound to find you, and there will probably be a lack of understanding of boundaries with others. e.g, if trish hadn’t explicitly stated that she wasn’t eva, v probably would’ve clung to her thinking she was his beloved mother (or at least recognized her as someone he cherished deeply.)… v is probably more prone to developing obsessions that can be unhealthy, and since hes got a human body (he IS the embodiment of vergil’s humanity)—he’s obviously going to have human desires that would be pretty strong. i reckon he wouldn’t know how to deal with himself and would be restless to understand these needs, so he may come off a little too forward to others when asking for assistance. that would undeniably freak people the fuck out and push them away from him even if it’s not intentional on his part. (nero had even questioned v’s motives himself, and v is naturally just.. mysterious yet straightforward at the same. it’s safe to assume others are put off by v’s demeanor too.) 40% incel rate.

soooo… vergil is least likely, followed by nero, then dante, and v is most likely to be prone. methinks anyway :3

[princessxsstuff]

Hi! I'm new to your blog so, apologies if this is something you're not comfortable with. I'm curious, who do you think would have a breeding kink? And/or just the members' thoughts on breeding in general 💕

Ofc! And Welcome to my blog <33! (Btw this is soooo late I apologize I’ve been busy!)

(I did both for ya fren!) (these r not my gifs btw)

MEMBERS WHO WOULD HAVE A BREEDING KINK:

•Minho

•Chan

•Hyunjin

•Felix

MEMBERS THOUGHTS ON BREEDING

Chan:

He was up for it as long as you were. He didn’t really like the way the condom felt anyways. He was ready to be a father, and also ready to cum inside of you. He normally used protection, but sometimes his kink gets the best of him and he ends up asking you to let him take of the condom. You let him because you were on birth control and it was nice feeling his actual dick inside of you.

Minho:

He LOVED breeding. He barely ever used a condom unless you asked him too. He didn’t like the way the condom felt either. It worried you that one day you’d find out that you’re pregnant even though you’re on birth control. Minho was proud to have a breeding kink. He told EVERYONE that. They would just look at him then look at you. It was quite embarrassing but, you loved him so it didn’t matter.

Changbin:

He wasn’t a huge fan of it. It triggered his anxiety. He told you, “I’m not ready to be a dad just yet, and even though you’re on birth control, you never know what could happen.” That’s why you never asked him to breed you. Although, one time he did. He admitted unprotected sex was better than protected but he was still too scared so you both just stuck to, “rather be safe than sorry.”

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin liked risks, and breeding you was one. He knew that he could get you pregnant, but you were on birth control so was expected nothing to happen. You both liked it to be honest. Feeling Hyunjin’s hard cock in you made you cum with or without a condom, but unprotected sex was better for both of you. Hyunjin liked it too. He loved breeding you. He has a lot of kinks but this one was his strongest. But he has to control it or else he’ll end up being a father.

Han:

He was absolutely terrified of breeding. He knew it was apart of life and dreamed to do it someday with you. But he also knew if he ended up with a kid right now, he couldn’t continue being an idol. How would he go on tour if he needed to be they’re for his baby? Or how would he get to see his kid grow up if he was constantly away? Han wanted to wait on this whole “breeding” thing and just kept on giving and receiving pleasure with a condom.

Felix:

It was most definitely something you both liked. When he did breed you, he never seemed nervous about it. But deep down inside, he was. He understood the fact that he could get you pregnant, but on the other hand giving you pleasure and seeing you cum made him weak. So he just had to deal with it. You seeing his head thrown back moans leaving his mouth each thrust made you hornier. So you both deeply liked it. It’s way better than protected sex.

Seungmin:

Absolutely hated it. He needed to wear a condom when he had sex with you because if he became a father he wouldn’t know what to do. It’s a bad time right time for him to have children, but he’d most definitely get you pregnant one day. He didn’t use a condom once just to see how it was. He got some orgasm in but he was so scared that he couldn’t relax.

Jeongin:

He really wanted to do what ever made you happy and comfortable, but if he did end up becoming a father, it would mess up his life. He would get canceled for having children at “sUcH a YoUnG aGe” and because he had girlfriend. He liked breeding you because birth control was his best friend. However, he HATED condoms. He complains how tight and annoying they are. In conclusion; YANG JEONGIN LIKES BREEDING.

Lol this is so bad istg I’m sorry for being inactive and dry. Merry Christmas and PLS FORGIVE ME😭🫶

[polypomefiore]

!cw for mpreg/omegaverse, teen pregnancy and bullying!

wanted to share more of my hcs on tumblr, so here’s some of 🐺🍎 expecting while still attending NRC

❀ jack and epel weren’t exactly in a relationship…they were horny teens messing around whenever they could, particularly when they should have been studying. it was kind of an open secret they were hooking up, but jack and epel would always get flustered and deny it when it’s brought up

❀ they find out they’re expecting through rook lol, he’s the first to notice epel’s scent/weight changing (which creeps everyone out because epel isn’t even a month along. dude stop sniffing everyone). rook mentions it nonchalantly when he fetches epel from the savanaclaw dorm after his “study” session with jack…it causes quite the scene

❀ there’s quite a bit of drama. their house wardens get involved and meetings with the faculty and their families have to be arranged. everyone is supportive, but epel requests some distance from jack bc he’s unsure what he wants, which jack begrudgingly accepts, but not before assuring epel he will respect whatever decision epel makes. (epel will decide to keep it).

❀ eventually gossip starts to spread through pomefiore due to epel’s roommate noticing his belly growing and the rest of the dorm noticing vil and rook’s increased protectiveness. vil and rook tries to snuff out the gossip for epel’s sake, but it eventually spills out to the entire campus

❀ epel gets bullied. a lot. especially by his dorm mates. when epel’s hormones become at an all time high the bullying starts to affect him more than he’d like to admit. vil and rook try to deal with it, but most of pomefiore thinks epel is ruining the dorms image and wants him gone. epel tries to hide it from jack, but eventually jack catches him crying alone in the bathroom during lunch

❀ jack gets in a fight with someone bad mouthing epel, leading to leona finding out what’s been going on. the bullying seemingly stops overnight, and the bullies won’t even look at epel anymore. but now if jack isn’t around epel, a savanaclaw student is always keeping an eye on him (and helping him carry stuff later on in the pregnancy)

❀ later on, when epel has trouble sleeping in his dorm, yu offers a room at ramshackle so he can properly nest. jack can also spend the night to snuggle/scent epel and also get frisky bc jack’s instincts are going haywire seeing epel pregnant with his pup(s). it doesn’t help epel’s chest is growing too

❀ both of them become somehow hornier. it becomes an issue when they sneak in between classes to “hang out”

❀ eventually when a longer break rolls around, jack and his family visit epel’s village to officially meet him…where they find epel, very pregnant and operating a tractor

❀ their families get along, but jack’s siblings and epel’s cousin become friends pretty quick. they keep asking about a wedding, which always make the adults laugh and jack and epel flustered

❀ epel’s village is already preparing for the baby. they already refurnished a little house for the epel (since his family home is already croweded), complete with all the necessities for a baby, made right in the village. jack’s family is in shock at how many stuffed animals have been made for one baby

❀ i was thinking they’d have triplets, but poor epel..maybe their first is just one, and when they’re older they’ll have triplets. i’m still. it sure yet

❀ rook is probably epel’s strongest support at NRC. he massages every ache and indulges any food craving epel has. it makes jack a bit jealous epel is more than happy to assure him through sex

❀ vil makes sure epel is active and does yoga with him (epel isn’t a fan, but he silently thanks vil when his labor is only a few hours)

❀ the pup is born a bit early near the end of the school year in the infirmary. the louder epel’s cursing and screaming becomes, the more guilty jack feels for knocking him up

❀ jack leaves briefly, asking ruggie to hold epel’s hand…which epel nearly breaks by the time jack come back two minutes later

❀ the pup(s?) comes out with little issue, and when jack sees their pup in epel’s arms for the first time he bursts into tears. and when he gets to hold the pup(s) he’s astonished how tiny they are..they looked bigger when epel held them, but jack could almost hold them with one hand

thanks for reading! that’s all for now but i may come back to this again when i have more ideas, prolly abt jackpel being parents while attending NRC ;)

[unproduciblesmackdown]

spent the evening reading through all of the like galley pdf copy of the 2 trans 2 furious zine and a great time start to finish like it was Not an effort to keep at it despite its being like 160 pgs. and despite my not having ever seen a f&f movie or really especially directly "correctly" being interested, though i'd ofc love to see any of the films like live & in person w/a bunch of trans strangers, say

laughed and teared up multiple times and thought about how impressive and creative entries were and like, the momentum was easy, everything was engaging and intriguing and invigorating and enriching....and Printed Editions (that ship to US & canada) are still available for pre-order, for about another week (also the window given for us going over the digital copy for edits/corrections lol) soooo. again i like haven't seen any f&f movies, and that didn't impede anything at all, and it was a fantastic time:

and another reason i'm like Oh My God So Appropriate To Have Sent In An Entry is how, like, it's all transformative fun and serious yet not somber Media Analysis on media you don't have to have actually even seen, or "like" straightforwardly, or at all, or be the "correct" audience for, or have an "intended" interpretation, lol, lmao....like this is Extremely our shit out here lol, what one is up to all the time in the world of Billions Series Analysis like, personally haven't even seen it, i'm not cishet enough to be the intended audience or otherwise sharing various particular assumed perspectives that are occasionally required to even parse, much less enjoy, some material....and yet!!

and like, if there was an all-autistic contributor's fun fan media analysis / commentary / parody / exploration / transformation / etc zine about billions? it'd be like wow how exactly me, and yet ofc i'd be at way more of a loss at what to scream abt winnie, perhaps ft. & tay, and the overall [billions]ing, much less how to actually execute that lol. it was easier to do a Very 101 Intro To: Cam Stone Exists Btw, nonbinarily, in that i limited myself to One Page so i could actually feasibly get it done, but in doing so i, as expected, could only say a fraction of what i could say about cam, were i explaining things in full / just unleashed, and skim the surface but just go "they exist btw and here's a tiny bit of further 101 info." it's not like, An Issue, b/c i don't think the [everything] that i could say would work great in full, and i can't write a great little short form piece of text about them (or winston, or anything else)....but it was also like, well if a trans f&f zine Doesn't have the trans f&f character in it then what are we doing, and We Know Of Cam Stone, so the most feasible [handing out a flyer] version of telling ppl they exist has gotta be done

and it's like, it's (relatively?) matter of fact to this end of only having so much room to put in words, and definitely ending up having to squeeze lines in vs struggling to fill the space. it could've been weirder, or funnier, or hornier, but it successfully exists and maybe it's a little weird, funny, and horny (drew an Especially [ooh sexy cam stone]-tinged pic lol) and whatever is difficult for me to perceive abt my own personality infusion in whatever, like how i have to be reminded like oh right, my Art Style, the way that Eye draw lol....and of course, i can't and don't expect my one page informative crash course intro to cam stone to be able to be Everything, any more than years' worth of lots of [winston billions] material in various formats of various extensiveness from various angles has been Everything. and the zine as a whole can't be Everything but it is, in fact, So Much abt So Many Things from so many different approaches. i enjoyed everything, especially like, "An Ode to X" as in fast x, which evolves into "x" as an (implicitly nonbinary) in-universe character and i was Moved and teared up, and i see it immediately follows "Jason Statham Will Call My Dad A Pussy In Fast 12" which moved me and made me tear up, which follows an entry that's a haiku about each film, none of which i've seen, which i didn't get misty about of course but was fully engaged with and enjoys, which follows my entry

there's naturally plenty about roads and horizons and racing and speed and i'm also like, i'm a gay who can drive, and i can feel it re: the trans contributor whose entry mine follows which is about their irl experiences driving in a demolition derby, inspired by f&f. and i can feel it re: enjoying f&f beyond how you're "supposed" to, or how you would in a cishet(tm) way, and how so many of these entries had resonance, and that intrigue and engagement, and lenses on where to find explorations of gendering which will kind of Have to come up whenever anything succeeds in approaching things that are genuine and really truly more To Life, even while the point of f&f is not to be "realistic," especially about, you know, the driving and what you can do with cars, which i fully appreciate and definitely understood more for cam stone being in a story ramming through a wall outracing an avalanche hacking cop cars and defusing bombs and ramping over bucket wheel mining excavators and being swept out of the way of a train that was going full speed but silent until like 0.05 sec ago when it also burst through a wall or something? and whomever all is involved with racing like a rocket launch fr. and having fun, being yourself, and killing people, hell yeah

and like, the [this is like my autistic ass out here laser pointing at winston billions as autistic and having that lens on this media that doesn't intend it or directly invoke it] relevance also Of Course in that, through kompenso, that is where it is like yes as i have that personal symposium of ongoing compounding unfolding branching distilling consideration, analysis, appreciation, transformation, etc going on, so too does my colleague as the world's preeminent tayficionado, which is where they looked into akd's oeuvre and found the cam stone material, and passed it on to me, then passed on the [zine call for trans f&f contributions], So

and that, just like as is also found crucially in kompenso / the then preexisting & all eventually following winnie n tay material, there's that Autistic and Trans resonance. some particular quotes from this zine were especially like, oh, pointing, pointing...."Thirty minutes into my visit, I suddenly just didn’t want to be there anymore. I didn’t feel angry, not really very sad at all either. I just longed to be elsewhere. A different place, with different people, within a different moment. And then every cell in my body pleaded to not feel that way in all of my moments, in every group of people, in all places." ....[from a poem, ft. formatting thusly:] "It made me feel important, kind of? Like, more present? Like people talked about me a lot but never exactly about ME, if you know what I mean. I mean, of course sometimes I could feel something inside of me. A sneaking or, like, a skittering. I just kind of figured everyone feels that sometimes, like really deep down, right? It’s just that no one really talks about it, you know. That’s what I figured." ....[from a section of a contribution w/the context of the author not yet knowing that they're trans]: "but he was familiar and didn’t make me think too critically about much in the world, especially myself, especially as he never seemed too interested to ask me about me—not that I would’ve had much insight to share at the time beyond “please do not think too deeply about how I am.”"; and then, w/the context that they do realize, and have expressed, that they're trans: "but I was still learning about the concept of mattering, so I didn’t push the issue of basic respect at the time." ....from another submission, that is Sooo: "maybe i am transing Fast and Furious just by loving it" ...."Discovering, loving, and sharing this franchise (and myself) with others has been such a wildly different experience—maybe even the opposite experience—than self-policing myself into who I thought I should be. It’s nourishing, welcoming—an open invitation to learn and grow rather than an ongoing test to constantly worry about failing."

an ongoing test to constantly worry about failing....here ofc a parallel to Gendering, and, ofc, the autistic & trans [handshake] and resonance, to Autisting....i resonated with plenty, genderingly, but this wasn't a surprise or even like, my focus, and of course not all the entries themselves Textually mention [gendering], but it's like, a trans space in a zine lol, a baseline of that understanding and perspective, vs having to be actively looking. nonzero textual neurodivergence mentions, too, and other lenses of ways to be Othered / non normative, like race, nationality, religion. the overarching, Constant [omg sooo me] resonance is that of like, having this foundation of refusing Limits, of approaching a Rich Text a hundred different ways, w/different tones, and different formats, and different experiences and ideas explored. you don't need the source material to acknowledge any noncishet people textually exist (to be understood by noncishet audiences), or to be deemed Good, or Enjoyed, or your entry to be proffered as like, correct and definitive rather than One exploration you could offer up, amongst many offered by many others who could say more, again, differently....i've been like, balancing excitement for having this contribution, and its being like ooh fancy lol this is the one time i can say i have (non self-)published work, and it'll be Out There, and (including all contributors' gifted copies) apparently that ft. abt a thousand printed copies atm, and the digital distribution option hasn't happened yet....along with, like, it can't even be my comprehensive, definitive [cam stone exists btw] theoretical Ideal Entry lol b/c that would not be feasible for me to make or to be put into a zine. knowing i have Points on my side for it being crucially relevant lore (and the competition being hotter for the small form text entries, though there's other illustrations, comics, collages, edits, etc) like, yeah the strength of this isn't in its being as weird or funny or horny as anything could be, lol....but my Personality is embedded in it as per like, see: how that Journey of relevant interests and enthusiasms and engagements and perspectives and weirder, hornier, more extensive and varied works led up to and contribute to this piece's existence (such as, years of drawing winston 9000 times being part of how my drawing looked in march, when i made the cam stone piece)

and like, in not seeing everything as a test to fail, in seeing [when are you seeing things as that test to fail], &/or similarly/overlappingly seeing [when are you seeing things as a test to Prove Value to others or something and achieve person status in their eyes b/c of it] like, lol, i hope a thousand plus ppl learn cam stone exists, and it'd be fun if they enjoy that process. put in little floaty hearts as flair, just as i often do, b/c by now i just Know and Embrace that i do. and i'm not like "i hope everyone ever is blown away" b/c why would they be lol, and that's fine. like how even in [i just say some shit abt winston billions, and ofc abt myself and my experiences / perspectives through winston billions while knowing that's not what's "meant" out here probably maybe though put me through to will roland, yknow...] i'm like oh don't be thinking abt proving your value w/this specific oeuvre lol like. anyone Caring as validation like, it's too late by now, i like people liking shit and getting anything out of it but it's like, i'm doing my thing, i'm having a specific ass symposium abt quantent and billionsing "wrong" that eye enjoy, i enjoy getting any feedback/attention on shit i put out there in case ppl wanna partake, i don't enjoy any/all of it in any/all ways just so long as it's Anything, yknow. like same with interactions/attention on Me as an autistic person who actually exists, lol. speaking being exhausting when it's ppl saying shit At me, would-be "positive" attention that's from someone like deciding what i'm like or what i'm communicating and wanting something from me, that shared discussion Abt something can only be a gateway into like "normal" exchanges to "normally" socialize, finding that pattern of not being worth effort unless it's effort that gets something out of hurting you / thwarting you; all versus: i have plenty of expertise knowing myself vs needing feedback, i like doing my thing, i like doing my thing Alongside others, probably strangers, within a certain context, like being cooped up at college and socially recharging by going ""alone"" to the coffeeshop down the block, while going "with" people would generally be a mixed bag if not disheartening to even distressing. which, here i am, doing my little thing alongside strangers in this context of transgendering and fun and serious but not not funny and varying and daring and earnest materials exploring something that's about anything or everything or nothing, and not made for You, but here you are anyways, as you always have been

anyways, that is to say, like, perfect that it's turned out so like "yeah you don't need to have seen the movies even" and such enriching Reflections and like, so different and yet cohesive without needing to like, painstakingly group or order things to create some Connections, they're all there, and i'm like damn yeah cam's quarter-mile V neck, so fucking true. and i'm like, this is so Me, without having to be like, "and that is b/c i have put Me on the page, in full, with utmost success, and Everyone Will Love It (Me)" lol, which was not like, a danger, but that's through all the years of going [everything is a test i'm failing / can fail at any moment] and yknow, even up to recently and this very moment wrangling with and realizing things like, hand on shoulder are you looking to "earn" some estimation of Value in others' eyes that they can only choose to give by seeing everyone as a fellow person w/inherent value who deserves basic respect. like the mortality mondays that ramped up since late january, but also since '09, but also since like forever in different forms, and back when first discovering billions and, for like the only time while we've been watching, Knowing when everything in a season will air, but also not thinking i'd get to see it, and now in a similar boat, but different (having done "nothing" on paper over the years but like, been Realizing Things, been powering up, been assigning the Value to myself and Understanding myself & my experiences further. and also other things that you Could put on paper, but yknow), and like, it's still about [grr let me see billions through, even though i don't even see billions] and still about [!!!] despite it all and things that are "unserious" and also not and who needs like a certain kind of validation from enough of certain kinds of people

anyways, the autistique resonance within it, and in the process of reading it, and having our specific path to sending something in, and making it. it's an excellent ride and it's very epic that it exists so consider that print copy preorder if you want (plus the intended eventual digital distribution option, not yet available)

[dirtycccat]

the demon bros + (un)dateables  drunk

tw for drinking so if you’re not into that yeah be warned. also there’s some mentions of horniness because uhhh,,,ya know

 Lucifer

normal soft drunk

it’s neither too easy nor too hard to get him drunk

also his drink of choice is probably wine really really expensive wine

he has a pretty high tolerance but not as high as his party animal bros

since it looks like he drinks pretty often if you look at all the alcohol in his  mancave  study

it’s canon he’s a soft drunk??? which,,,, cute

but also chaotic af

i feel like he just reverts to angel lucifer? the really cute innocent baby that’s also very, very chaotic (think of lesson 37+ luci which i only saw screenshots of but still)

expect him to do a 180: if he’s a stern emotionally constipated dad sober drunk luci is basically him with 0 filters but a lot of emotion

he’ll make weird dad jokes, tell people he cares about them, ask dumb dumb questions that he thinks about daily but never voices

“ok mc but what is lol actually and why does levi say that all the time. wait why are you laughing… lots of love? ok then I send you lol”

prefers to drink with close friends and family only because he knows how he gets when drunk

will not admit it but he enjoys being able to feel so?? free and say whatever he wants since he feels like he can’t normally

Mammon

heavy weight hyper puppy

he has a pretty high alcohol tolerance probably since he’s into partying

also he knows his limits because of past experiences

but sometimes limits are made to be broken

and once they’re broken oh boy

drunk mammon is just him but hyper

or more like even more hyper

i feel like he’d become as excited as a golden retriever on redbull in the first 4 hours

dancing with everyone, making crack jokes, getting into weird situations

and then if he drinks a liiitle bit too much

he’d just break down

and cry

and be an emotional mess

which ends up in him crying over your/ his bros’ shoulder telling everyone he loves them

and then end up falling asleep

so you have to take turns carrying him to bed and make sure he’s safely tucked in with a glass of water close by

you don’t mind though since usually he makes sure you get home safe when you go drinking 

Leviathan

heavy weight emotional drunk 100%

another boy that sleeps near a bottle of alcohol so he probably drinks regularly

if you’re in your room all day it’s pretty easy to just do it since you’re safe so he does it whenever he feels like it

this jealous boy can fake being chill while sober but once you get him drunk expect tears, angry rants, yelling, semi-public mental breakdowns

you always end up having to put him into bed while he cries on your shoulder all the while you try to lift this surprisingly heavy boy into his bathtub bed

but also since he’s the most artistic of the family I bet sometimes he does art while drunk?

you once went to his room trying to return a manga you took and oh no levi is painting a 2 meters ruri mural while he’s in the nude

don’t question it it helps him concentrate

sometimes sad bitch energy mixed with alcohol equals great things

he’s also in the lowkey horny drunk category

what can you do it happens when you’re a touch starved nerd,,, all alone in your room,,, drinking

 Satan

light weight happy drunk

two glasses of wine and he’s gone

remember like all cards with satan drinking? yup he’s a happy drunk

if sober he’s like ugh partying is for nerds

drunk satan just wants to party with everyone

and vibe

he’ll invite everyone to take group shots, dance all night, do weird shit that ends up being photographed (to his next day hungover dismay)

he’s terrible at club dancing but he will be found in the middle of the dancefloor going wild

expect embarrassing dancing at first

but if you want to correct him he won’t say no to dancing with you more,,, intimately

may or may not grab your hands and start waltzing at some point though

(you think it’s great he’s so happy and free so it doesn’t matter)

  Asmodeus

heavy weight horny drunk

has the highest alcohol tolerance since he’s the party animal of the family

lmao what did you expect

drink of choice is probably devilgrammable cocktails: fun, sexy, colorful just like him

he’s the definition of babe let’s drink so we can have wilder sex

loves how oversensitive he feels while drunk??? and how his senses get overwhelmed

will moan out loud if he bumps into a table while drunk no shame, no regrets

and dance really lasciviously with whoever catches his eye

if you’re romantically involved not only will he grind into you or let you do so with him

but expect lap dances

if you surprise him with lap dances instead expect to be,,,, rewarded wink wink

but if you do something meaningful for him or give him tthoughtful compliments 

he will go into his emotional mode and literally hug you and never let go 

...and you’ll have to spend your night in his arms while he tells you all about how he thinks you’re perfect for him and how thankful he is that you’re in his life

expect some tears in those moments (that he tries to hide while you casually pretend they’re not there in the first place)

Beelzebub

 idk normal tolerance and emotional drunk

since he’s HUGE it’s probably not super easy to get him drunk but also since he doesn’t really drink much it’s not hard either

talks about issues and cries

a lot

so he doesn’t drink all that much

and only does it with his family

him and belphie always end up cuddling and falling to sleep together if they both get drunk since they are both emotional messes when alcohol is involved

and you join them too if you’re drinking with them

Belphegor

heavy weight emotional drunk but on the angry side

like his twin but he probably...drinks more?? he’s such a sad bitch I mean c’mon

like his bro he’s an emotional drunk

sad crying, angry crying, just crying

that’s him that’s what you get into if you tell him to drink with you

will get in the stabby mode if too drunk

so don’t let him drink too much if you value your and his life  

...rather cuddle him until he gets too comfy and warm and falls asleep 

works every time

Diavolo

normal tolerance sleepy drunk

is used to drinking because of social gatherings and high class etiquette but he doesn’t indulge often

since he mostly drinks with luci, barbatos and you

high key prefers sweet cocktails instead of normal fancy drinks

i bet if you took him to the club he’d want to try out the weirdest most colorful cocktails

and then make barbatos redo them

can hold his liquor but he’s still a sleepy boy? like alcohol probably calms him and he’s just so comfortable and at peace he just,,, naps with his head on your shoulder (or luci’s, or barbatos’ depends who he’s drinking with or who’s closest to him at the moment)

if he’s in the club though it’s a different story

he goes full dad mode

doing all the embarrassing dad dances but proudly

remember the meme with prince william or whatever in the club? that’s him

A+ for effort though he really becomes the life of the party

 Barbatos

heavyweight vodka aunt

doesn’t really get drunk drunk since he has to take care of diavolo 24/7

but once it’s self care day

oh boy

he turns into a single suburbian mom

you’d think he’s the sophisticated wine mom but oh no

closes all doors and windows, puts on a hot bath with scented oils, lights candles, plays soft jazz in the background

and then drinks straight liquor out of the bottle

(like that one vine)

if you’re close and drink together he’ll also talk a lot more than usual

and give you fun stories about the bois and diavolo

“mc did i tell you about the first week lucifer and his brothers came to the devildom and had to cook for themselves for the first time in their lives? lucifer did not know how an oven works and that you have to close it after you’re done cooking and almost burned the whole house of lamentation down.”

 Simeon

light weight spaced out drunk

do not give him alcohol unless you want to experience weird random xD simeon

physically he’s here, spiritually he’s astral projecting

looks the same, smiles handsomely, no change here

...but if you try talking to him he’ll say the weirdest shit like

“mc do you think that the stars know that they are loved and we watch them every day”

uh idk simeon??? what do you think???

if you’re romantically involved he will flirt shamelessly, even more shamelessly than usual 

because,,, he’s just more honest so he just says whatever

people get uncomfortable around you two and end up backing off and leaving you alone

surprising enough or not he looks like he’s also a lowkey horny drunk

ofc you can’t tell since he’s so chill all the time

but I bet you he’s horny inside hornier than asmo

Solomon

heavyweight deep drunk

this boy has done some drinking in his lifetime 

...since he has whiskey grandpa vibes

will say really out of the blue thoughtful things??? which is so not like sober solomon 

“mc you remind me of one of the people that meant the most to me they too were here for me and believed in me when no one else did and I have to thank you for that”

wow solomon that sure was random since you were talking about how cold it is outside before but thank you i guess

fakes being not drunk easily but you can tell the moment he starts speaking that he’s gone

also looks at you straight in the eyes when he talks to you

and sometimes starts giggling or blushing

which makes you go??????? solomon are you okay

[minimitchell]

Thank you! I’m the one who asked about a ballum ff and there is no rush at all. It would include smut but that’s ok no 🙂 It would be Ben & callum travelling in a night bus (to somewhere) and they’d be in the very back of the bus and none of the other passengers would notice their little action time (bottom Ben straddling callum). There’s no plot lol. Callum would actually be asleep and Ben waking him, hands already all over him/under his shirt and he would have some convincing to do for Callum to be on board with it. Or something like that. Could include some funny/embarrassing moments (for Callum).Tx! .. no need to post this maybe. 😇 Or just call it the night bus request. 🚌 💕

the fantasy of you and i keeps me up awake at night (ao3 link)

sorry it took a while, anon, but here we go. also this is so outside my normal comfort zone for smut but i'm hoping y'all enjoy it anyway.

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Taking a bus from London to Amsterdam might easily be the worst idea they have ever had.

The worst part is that there isn’t even a solid reason for them doing this. It’s not like they can’t afford a flight to Amsterdam, they definitely can. But for some reason Callum somehow managed to talk him into taking a Flixbus across the channel, just to save a few bucks. We’re homeowners now, he said. We should save money where we can, he said.

Ben kind of hates how easily he folds when it comes to his husband.

They’re about halfway through the hours-long trip, somewhere in France in the middle of the night, and the already quite empty bus is dark and mostly silent, except for that one guy near the middle who’s snoring like a small chainsaw. It seems like all the passengers are dead asleep right now - everyone except for Ben that is.

Him and Callum are in the very last row of seats; Callum in the window seat and Ben next to him. There are rows of empty seats in front of them, all the way up to the middle portion of the bus, so at least there’s some illusion of privacy. It’s definitely better than the bus being filled to the brim.

Callum is turned towards the window, a sweater bundled together to rest under his head like a pillow. He always does this on long journeys and Ben isn’t jealous of it at all, no way. He just wishes he could fall asleep in a car or on a train or on a plane, but sadly he can’t. Not like his husband can.

Ben has never been able to sleep in a moving vehicle. Ever since he was little he just couldn’t do it. It’s always too loud or not dark enough or he isn’t comfortable enough to fall asleep. Which is a pretty unfortunate circumstance when you’re trapped in a bus for hours on end in the middle of the night.

At first, he tried doing other things to keep himself entertained. He watched some videos on his phone, bothered Jay until he obviously fell asleep himself and then tried just looking out the window at the French countryside. Nothing helped alleviate his boredom and he certainly wasn’t going to spend the rest however many hours just sitting around here.

He needed something to tire him out or at least keep him occupied for some time.

And he has just the idea what that could be.

Ben leans forward into Callum’s space, letting his hand run up and down Callum’s arm, slightly shaking to get him to wake up again. He can’t have been asleep for long, or in a deep slumber yet, because he starts twitching almost immediately; that familiar crease between his eyebrows appearing like it always does right before he wakes up.

“Babe? Babe. Cal, wake up.”

There’s only a groan as a response, but Ben can tell Callum is well on his way to consciousness right now. Even if he’s probably still hoping Ben will just leave him alone if he doesn’t engage.

“What?”

Callum turns around to face him, eyes still stubbornly closed; almost like he’s planning on falling back asleep once Ben has told him whatever he wants to say. Not if Ben gets his way though.

“I can’t sleep.”

Ben can feel more than hear the annoyed sigh Callum lets out at that. He cracks one eye open, peering down at Ben beside him, and whatever he finds must convince him he’s not going to go back to sleep for a while, because the next thing he does is sit up straighter, opening both of his eyes now.

He’s probably used to it after well over two years with Ben. His inability to fall asleep on the road has come up time and time again since they got together. At first, Callum thought it was a cute little quirk; like you always do when you’re first falling for someone and everything about them gives you butterflies.

He still gets them now, the butterflies, but by now Callum is probably more than aware of the fact that Ben’s sleeplessness when travelling affects him as well. Because Ben expects to be entertained by him, or at least for Callum to stay awake with him.

For the most part, Callum is fine with that seeing as they’re never really going anywhere one of them doesn’t drive to but on rare occasions like this one, it’s pretty damn grating. Callum definitely knows they’re both going to be tired and grumpy when they arrive in Amsterdam and that isn’t really how he wants to start this little getaway.

“Have you even tried?”

Ben rolls his eyes in the dark of the bus, only illuminated by the passing streetlights outside. He’s glad it’s not enough for Callum to see his expression; he needs to be on his best behavior if he wants to convince Callum of this idea in his head.

“You could help me fall asleep, you know.”

Ben’s hand runs over Callum’s thigh and dips lower to the inseam of his sweatpants, fingertips brushing against his dick over the soft fabric. Callum doesn’t turn away from the touch, but he does lift his thigh a little so that Ben’s hand dislodges from his place against his cock.

“Ben! No.”

��Come on. No one will notice.”

He leans in close to whisper the words into Callum’s ear, making sure to dart his tongue out and trace along the lobe for good measure afterwards. He’s not above pulling out all the stops to convince Callum to do this with him right now. It might have just been a quick throwaway idea, but the more he thinks about the possibility of it the hornier he finds himself getting.

His hand dips lower again; fingers dancing up and down Callum’s shaft. This time, Callum lets him continue his actions; his dick slowly but surely hardening under Ben’s touch.

“Absolutely not.”

Callum’s protest is weak, his voice already way too breathless to be taken seriously by Ben. If he really were against this, Ben would stop immediately. But he knows his husband pretty well and he can read his body like a book. Every little reaction is telling enough for Ben.

It’s all the go-ahead he needs.

“S’not what your dick says.”

As if to prove a point, Ben tightens his hand, reveling in the hard intake of breath Callum does in response to it. He can tell his husband is trying his hardest to keep the noises in. So much so that Ben almost lets the desire to coax each sound out of Callum overtake him, damning any embarrassing consequences it could bring.

“Because you keep, hm, keep touching it.”

Ben barely manages to keep his gleeful laugh in when Callum pushes his leg out, opening his thighs wider and giving Ben better access to his dick. It means he can crowd in even closer and twist his hand just right, now firmly holding onto his husband’s length. Callum’s head tips backwards against his seat, eyes closing against the onslaught of arousal.

The taught, white skin of his neck is too inviting for Ben not to lean down and attach his mouth to it, trailing up and down.

“Ben, we can’t. Not here.”

Callum leans far enough back to catch Ben’s eyes. Ben thinks he’s trying to look stern and he’d probably succeed if Ben didn’t have his hard cock in his hand right now. The least he can do is offer him some relief.

Ben’s free hand runs up Callum’s chest, his fingers playing with the collar of his dark blue sweatshirt. He presses his nose back up against Callum’s cheek, looking up at him from under his lashes. There’s a smile playing on his face that always seems to come so naturally to him whenever he’s with Callum, even if he’s trying to be sexy right now.

“We’ll be quiet.”

“You’ve never been quiet in your life during sex.”

It’s a good point. An extremely good point considering how many pointed comments they received that period of time they were living at Stuart and Rainie’s flat. Or from Lola before that. So yeah, Callum does have a point when he says he’s not the quietest person during sex.

And it’s not like he can talk as well. Callum is incredibly noisy when he wants to be. Or rather, when he lets himself be.

Maybe Ben just needs to take it up a notch in order to get Callum on board with this.

“It’ll be a laugh. Come on, I know you, baby. You like it a little dangerous. Out in the open. Remember, I know all your fantasies, babe.”

It’s true. Ben had an inkling that there was a secret exhibitionism kink hiding behind Callum’s big innocent giant act when he had no qualms about getting hot and heavy in the park during their first intimate encounter together, but he had no idea just how much Callum gets turned on by the chance of them being interrupted or heard by someone else.

He isn’t opposed to the odd quickie in the car lot or at the Arches when Ben is supposed to be working and anyone could walk in at any time. There are times he gets his husband so riled up with little comments and strategically placed touches that he drags Ben into the toilets in the Albert to give his mouth and hands something else to do. And they’ve even revisited that park once or twice to pay a little tribute to the thing that started it all between them.

So he knows perfectly well that the thought of doing anything here, where any other person on the bus could easily wake up and figure out what exactly they’re doing, must be quite exhilarating for Callum. He can’t really play the purity card when Ben can physically feel him growing harder at his hushed words.

Like he said, he knows Callum. They’re open and honest about what turns them on and off, what they like and dislike. No one has ever known him as intimately and deeply as Callum does and Ben knows it’s the same the other way as well. Ben loves that.

It also means that he can pinpoint the exact second Callum lets himself give in and shifts into what Ben teasingly calls his sexy mode. It’s a win for Ben, for sure.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

Callum wraps his arm around Ben’s waist and tugs until Ben understands what he wants him to do. He sits himself square on Callum’s lap, legs resting on either side of Callum’s hips on the plush seats and fingers immediately finding a home in Callum’s hair, combing through the strands. He hasn’t had it cut in a while, too lazy to do it so close to their little holiday, and Ben can’t find the words to say just how much he loves it like this. He looks almost prince-like when it’s all soft and flat on his head and it’s the prettiest thing in the world to Ben.

“Thought you were gonna say I should be lucky I’m so fit.”

“Hm, that too.”

Callum’s smirk tastes a lot like bliss when their lips meet in a kiss, their tongues brushing almost immediately. Ben is trying hard to keep the sighs from escaping his throat, knowing they have to be quiet for this to go any further. But he can’t help it, kissing Callum is close to being the best thing he has ever gotten to do.

Even if he tried to convince himself otherwise at the time, Ben knew that first time they kissed each other that it was different with Callum; that it felt different with him. When their lips had met that night, he had felt it in his bones. Ben knows how rare it is to feel this way and Callum has never made him feel any different since.

Ben’s hands leave their place in Callum’s hair to travel down his chest, running over the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. He can feel the intake of breath Callum does when he reaches the edge of his sweatpants, fingers dipping under the waistband. Ben looks up to see if there’s any hesitation on Callum’s face, any sign that he isn’t one hundred percent on board with this, but Callum seems perfectly fine by the looks of it, with his eyes still closed like he wants to savor their kisses and the tips of his ears turning pink.

The grey fabric gets pushed down just enough for Ben to free Callum’s still hard cock, lazily sliding his fist up and down the shaft. Seeing Callum bite his bottom lip to refrain from making any noise at Ben’s actions fills him with a surge of heat that travels all throughout his body. Maybe they have to look more into this, if Callum’s inability to make much noise gets Ben so hot and bothered.

Right now though, he’s more concerned with getting himself undressed as well, just enough to get Callum in him. It’s a tight fit back here and Ben has to move around a fair bit to get his own pants far enough down to still be able to move on top of him. Ben has had sex in cars before so he knows how to maneuver himself, but a cramped seat on a bus is still vastly different from lying flat on your back in the backseat of a Ford.

They keep a small packet of lube in the side pocket of the backpack for situations just like this one and it turns out to be a godsend again and again, this time being no different. Ben is the first to admit he used to be a little bit slutty and while he doesn’t care for sex with anyone that isn’t Callum anymore, some remnants of that time in his life still remain. Remnants, for which having lube on hand at all times proves to be very helpful.

He’s glad Callum appreciates their spontaneity as well.

At any other time, Ben would let Callum open him up. His fingers are long and slender, thick enough to fill him just right, and they’re sure to drive him positively mad each and every time. Callum knows where and when to drag, to go fast or when to let Ben catch his breath to keep him teetering just on the brink.

But space is limited as it is and it’s easier for Ben to reach down and open himself up. Besides, seeing the way Callum’s face shifts into open hunger and desire as he watches Ben touch himself more than makes up for the lack of his husband’s fingers in him. There’s so much heat and open amazement for Ben in his eyes, it makes Ben breathless with want for the man in front of him.

The air around them feels thick and stuffy; charged in the best way possible. Ben keeps his lips firmly pressed together, effectively trapping in any sounds threatening to escape; his free hand digging into the skin of Callum’s biceps, making dents in the skin. They could easily be the only two people in this bus, in the world, right now. It feels like it; it always does.

Everything is zeroed down to just them when they’re together like this, like nothing else matters except for them making the other feel good. And he wants nothing more right now than to make Callum feel absolutely wrecked.

Ben detracts his fingers when he feels like he’s at least somewhat ready, reaching out to coat Callum’s dick with the excess lube on his hand. Before he can wrap his fingers around Callum’s length though, he’s stopped by a hand on his chest, causing him to catch his husband’s eyes almost immediately.

“Wait.”

Ben is about to climb down from Callum’s lap, thinking he has changed his mind about this and wanting to give him space, but Callum keeps him seated with a hand on his hip now. Instead, he’s leaning down himself, his other hand disappearing in the backpack still sitting in the space under their seat.

“What?”

The confusion doesn’t lift when Callum eventually finds what he must have been looking for, unearthing two condoms from somewhere in the bag. They obviously haven’t used condoms in ages but they still keep some just in case. Better than throwing them away, right? Ben just doesn’t understand what Callum wants with them now.

“I’m not about to get cum on this bus. And neither are you.”

Ben doesn’t really care about it, but he’s not going to start arguing with his husband when he’s this close to getting lucky. Callum could probably ask him to wear a clown costume and Ben would do it if it meant he’d get fucked by Callum in a timely manner. He’s that whipped for his husband’s dick.

He lets Callum roll the condom onto his dick, suppressing the moan clawing itself up his throat when Callum runs his fingers up and down the length of it for good measure. Maybe having to be completely silent while he’s getting laid is going to be more difficult than Ben had first thought.

Before Callum can put the condom on himself though, Ben stops him to do the honors himself, coating Callum’s dick with the excess lube still covering his other hand. He sinks down as slowly as he can, almost drawing blood from how hard he’s biting down on his bottom lip to keep quiet.

The fabric of Callum’s sweatpants is a stark contrast to his smooth skin and the feeling is simultaneously alien and exhilarating. They don’t have a lot of clothed sex, not like this anyway, and the almost foreign feeling against his bare ass is another stimulant for Ben’s already overloaded brain, all mixing together to create a mess of heightening arousal.

Ben eventually bottoms out, head tipped back and mouth open on a silent gasp. He can feel Callum’s heaving breaths where he’s pressed against him, his chest rising and falling in quick tempo.

“You good?”

Callum mumbles the words into Ben’s own shirt, pressed against his sternum. He sounds wrecked from just those two, little words; out of breath and completely wild. It’s one of the best sounds Ben ever got to hear; topped among other things only by Callum’s uninhibited moans when Ben makes him feel especially good.

Ben’s head tips back forward to nod at his husband, sealing their mouths back together when he begins to move. The rise and fall of his hips pushes sounds from him that he stifles by pressing his firmly-closed lips against Callum’s with all his might. Callum’s hands are fisted in Ben’s shirt, bunching up the back and wrinkling the dark red fabric.

It’s fucking good - it always is with Callum, better than anything he’s known before - but when Callum moves to adjust their bodies to meet Ben’s thrusts halfway, it becomes a little too good. On the next down movement, Callum thrusts up as well and the subtle change in their position means he’s now able to hit deeper, nudging right against that spot that makes Ben see stars.

Callum must be able to sense what this is doing to Ben, must be able to read his body and its tells better than he does himself, because he reaches around to clamp a hand over Ben’s mouth, pushing one finger in for Ben to bite down on it, nipping the scream that’s about to topple out of his mouth in the bud before it can be unleashed.

It would be a miracle if no one heard his moan, even muffled by Callum’s hand over his mouth, and Ben thinks they can really count themselves lucky if they didn’t manage to wake anyone up with it. He’d be more preoccupied with it, if he weren’t so trapped in the feeling of pure pleasure overtaking every nerve-ending in his body.

He’s panting hot against Callum’s hand now; heat spreading in his belly to announce his impending orgasm hurtling closer and closer. It doesn’t feel fair to Ben that he’s the only one struggling to contain his moans though; he thought Callum would have a lot more difficulties holding back.

It’s a good thing he knows Callum better than anyone; knows exactly what makes him lose control. It’s definitely a dirty trick to play but the whole reason they’re doing this right now is because they like it a bit dirty, right? So Ben doesn’t exactly feel bad when he lets one of his hands wander down to Calum’s chest, expertly finding his left nipple. He clamps his other hand over Callum’s mouth before he pinches his fingers, reveling in the way Callum’s hips involuntarily buck upwards in response.

Callum lightly bites the palm of his hand in retaliation and Ben can’t help but smile at it, even in the midst of heavy passion. He just really loves it when Callum is being silly and playful with him. Especially during sex.

The smile quickly dies down though when Callum’s free hand wraps around Ben’s cock, setting a punishing rhythm. Ben isn’t sure when this became seeing who can make the other come first, but he isn’t complaining. Not at all.

Not when it means he gets to feel that burning sensation take over his entire body, his muscles tensing and then relaxing as the waves of his climax wash over him. He must pinch Callum’s nipple again in his haze of pleasure, because he bucks into Ben again once, twice before he’s also coming. The hand that just moments ago had coaxed Ben’s orgasm out of him now snakes around his middle to pull him closer into Callum’s body.

They’re so close they might as well be one entity, one sole person. Their hands fall from each other’s mouths, wrapping around any skin they can reach to unite the two of them in a tight hug. Ben tucks his head into the crease of Callum’s neck, waiting until the tremors subside and their breathing returns to a normal pace.

It takes a lot longer than Ben would like to admit for him to regain the feeling in his legs enough to dismount and fall into the seat beside Callum again. He has just enough brainpower to take the condom off and tie it, thankful for Callum taking it off of him because he would have no idea how or where to get rid of it right now.

He pulls his pants and underwear back up, trying to make himself look at least a bit presentable, but his movements feel slowed down; his limbs already being pulled under the mantle of sleepy exhaustion.

Ben is still too out of it to notice what exactly Callum does to get rid of the condoms but whatever it is, it only takes him a few moments until he leans back into the seat, putting on his own clothes again as well.

“You okay, darlin’?”

“Hm. Tired.”

Callum lets out a quiet chuckle, pulling Ben into his side, letting him tuck himself into his body. He’s definitely all too aware of the fact that Ben always conks out almost immediately after sex and Ben feels his eyes fall shut as soon as his head is pillowed on Callum’s chest.

The last thing he’s conscious of is Callum pressing a kiss to his forehead, mumbling something about getting Ben to shut up, before finally, finally, falling asleep for the remainder of their journey.

He’ll have to keep this in the back of his mind for the ride back.

[foxymoxynoona]

😭 I’m sick and spent yesterday working and then I read the Meadow chapter and it stressed me out for a few hours (mostly because of the conversation between Bonnie and Aloysius. That dude deffo didn’t take that as a break up even if Bonnie did 😬. And how she oddly almost immediately believed the baby was his and not JK’s 🤔 she doesn’t even know how far along she is!!!) BUT!!! I took some time to go over what information we DO have and I’ve come to the conclusion that it can only be JK’s baby. Given specific context clues mentioned in the moment. Most poignantly (in my opinion) being the last time JK and Bonnie were together he started to knot and pulled out and she asked why and he said something like “what, so you could get pregnant?” I also think when Bonnie feared she was in heat because she was “needy” it could have been pregnancy hormones making her hornier than usual. We also haven’t seen much of Bonnie’s sex life with Horseface. Most of it (thankfully 😂) has been offscreen or implied. And unless you’re going for some game of thrones-esque expectation subversion I can only conclude it’s JK’s. 🧐 Not that there’s anything wrong with raising a child that isn’t biologically yours. I think Bonnie would be more upset if it was Aloysius’ especially at the moment because she feels betrayed. (And she should what he did was skeevy 😬.)

ANYWAY all this to say I’m keeping hope alive 🤞🏼 but I will trust in your infinite wisdom! I do have a couple random/general questions though, not specifically related to this chapter: has Bonnie seen JK’s wrist tattoo? Will she? I know she hasn’t seen his chest one and I don’t doubt she will, but I’m curious to know if she’s noticed his little sunflowers yet. Also how old is Otto again? I know some animals coats change as they grow into adulthood but I’m wondering if there’s some mystical shenanigans related to his color change 🤔 or is it kismet, a combination of Bonnie and JK’s coloring 😳 now that I think of it, Prince Horseface’s horse is white too, isn’t it? 🤢 and my last question is more a question about the universe in general, for mates who aren’t separated, do heats/ruts/mating seasons change at all if the mate is pregnant? Bonnie obviously won’t have heats while pregnant but I wonder if everything had worked out perfectly, would JK still feel the urge to mate during the fall even if his mate is pregnant?

There’s still so much to learn and I’m excited to see where we go from here! Honestly Meadow has so much going on in it I feel like you could fill a LB sized book with all the politics and relationships and shifter rules 😂 Love you dearly, Foxy!! 🤍

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Whooooo lots of questions I'm excited to answer! I won't break down any of your speculation about the father (oh god I'm writing an episode of Maury HAHA) but will leave those for other readers to ruminate on. :)

has Bonnie seen JK’s wrist tattoo? Will she?

Yes, she saw it and asked him about it in a previous chapter, she even recognized they were ones she drew. He said he just wanted something to remember the experience by and she didn't push it but it did give her pause.

Also how old is Otto again?

He's about 2 years old, so sort of at the end of puppyhood but not yet an adult.

and my last question is more a question about the universe in general, for mates who aren’t separated, do heats/ruts/mating seasons change at all if the mate is pregnant? Bonnie obviously won’t have heats while pregnant but I wonder if everything had worked out perfectly, would JK still feel the urge to mate during the fall even if his mate is pregnant?

For True Mates in monogamous species, the male would not rut when his partner is already pregnant. For species that don't have a concept of True Mates or instinctive monogamy*, the male would still rut. The ultimate purpose of a rut is to procreate; if the body recognizes success in the partner, no need to waste that energy. There are some species that don't have a concept of True Mates, just like not all species do Mate Marks, so even if they have made a monogamous commitment, their body will still hormonally do what it's instinctively wanting to do. In this universe, wolves are True Mates species. if the baby is his, he will not rut. If the baby is not his, unknown because this situation doesn't exactly happen often LOL. And you're correct that Bonnie would not have a heat since she's already "successfully" pregnant.

Did you know originally this was just supposed to be a 25 chapter "getting to know you story"??? I abandoned that by chapter 3, I realized this was going to be a beast, but I kept trying to convince myself I couldn't actually write the complicated, massive story it wanted to be. I truly credit you readers for helping me get this out, step by step!

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 37

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- you can send me questions and theories and comments. tbh they all make me SO SO SO SOOOO HAPPY! and make me want to write more! you can also tell me if there are things you WANT to happen. you never know, i may add it :P

- note for this chapter: warning! most of this chapter is smut sooo yea lol i hope this is hot enough! i hope you guys like it and i hope i dont disappoint! thank you so much if you read, like, reblog, comment or message me! ily! here’s the ‘request’ i sort of added in this chapter! (sorry btw i didnt pick Mully i picked Louis i hope its ok!)

Chapter 37 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I couldn't help but glance at Niall the whole time we ate. I tried to get into conversations but in the end, all I did was hold his hand tight on top of my thigh and squeeze his fingers more and more as time passed. I couldn't stop thinking about what he had asked me before we joined everyone in the kitchen and it made me realize I really wanted to show him. We had sex for the first time only a few days ago but although I was extremely horny for him all the time, we hadn't done anything after that and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to have a conversation with him about it but we were always busy with parties, families and friends and when we would finally lay in bed at the end of the day, we were exhausted.

Everyone ended back in the living room or remained in the kitchen when we were done and after my third glass of wine, I could barely handle it anymore. I watched Niall, his hands in his pockets, laughing with friends, and I let my eyes roam on his back and his ass before ending on his thighs. It made me wonder why I wouldn't just ride him every single night and I put my glass of wine on the first table I saw to finally walk up to him, letting my hand brush on his back. He turned his head my way and sent me a sweet smile as I moved my chin up, smiling back at him.

"Hey you." he just said, bending down to kiss my lips.

"Wanna do something to make me happy?" I asked in a low tone against his mouth, raising my eyebrows.

"Anything." he replied, pushing his lips against mine again in an other kiss, making me smirk this time.

"Meet me upstairs in two minutes."

I didn't give him time to answer and left, letting my hands slide on his chest, and when I turned around to look at him, he was staring at me with a frown. It made me chuckle and I rushed upstairs, quickly getting into the first bathroom I saw. I breathed in a bit as I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to place my hair better. I knew I shouldn't focus on my physical appearance but it wasn't easy. Niall and I weren't in the same league and I was scared that at some point, he'd get tired of me and would want to have sex with the kind of girls he was used to 'date'. Love is blind, alright, but lust? Not so much.

Without thinking, I moved my skirt up and slid my panties down, struggling a bit to take them off due to my shoes, and finally placed my skirt back, checking in the mirror to make sure it was alright. I walked to the door again and moved my head through it to look in the hall. It was desert and I hooked my panties on the knob before closing the door. I leaned against it, feeling my heart skip a beat at the thought of someone else finding my panties hanging on the door but just closed my eyes and inhaled deeply,

I finally walked back to the counter and turned around, leaning my ass against it as I waited for Niall to come. I was more excited than nervous but there was still this tiny ball of stress in the pit of my stomach and I started nibbling on my bottom lip while playing with my hands. I heard a noise coming from outside and I held my breath when the knob started moving. I stared at it until the door opened and my heart skipped a beat.

Niall looked around the hall before taking a step back and finally closed the door behind himself. He looked good and the stress I had felt changed into lust.

"You should lock the door." I proposed, making him look up in my eyes.

He blinked a few times before doing what I asked and when he turned around to face me again, he moved his arm up. I watched my panties hooked on one of his fingers and hanging off and it made my lips curl into a smirk.

"Does that mean you've got nothing under that dress?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. "Are you trying to kill me?"

This time, I laughed louder and tilted my head, raising my eyebrows.

"You wanna see?" I asked, still smirking.

He shook his head slightly, not even smiling and i pressed my lips together.

"If I wanna see?" he sighed a bit, his eyebrows rising, and I chuckled as he let his arm fall back on the side of his body, his fingers gripping my panties. "More than anything in the world, petal."

I stared at him again and raised my eyebrows too until he took a few steps closer, pushing my panties in the pocket of his jeans. I glanced at it and it made something stir in my stomach but I decided to focus on him as he looked down at me. His body was closer, so close I could feel the warmth against mine, and I tilted my chin up to look in his eyes. His hand reached down, grabbing the bottom of my skirt and pulling it up slowly as his other hand slipped under it. I felt the tips of two of his fingers brush against the skin of my thigh, leaving goosebumps in their way until they reached my pussy. His lips parted and his gaze moved down to my lips before getting back to my eyes.

"You're playing a dangerous game, darling, are you sure you want this?"

I bit my bottom lip, an amused smile still on my face, and raised my eyebrows. I loved the way he was looking at me, i loved the way he was touching me, and i loved him.

"You said you like to be in control?" I added, ignoring his question and making him nod. "Show me, then."

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine, and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his half-hard cock pushing on my thigh and my eyes fluttered slightly.

"You said you'd tell me what you like." he whispered.

I knew he was trying to resist for some reason and I felt him grind a bit against me, making me whimper very low.

"Fair. I like to please." I just whispered. "I want you to do anything to me that will turn you on. Don't be scared to hurt me, don't be scared to try things. Test me."

He remained motionless but I could feel his dick swell against me. I got on my tiptoe to reach his lips with mine and kissed him gently.

"Please, Niall." I begged in a whisper, my upper lip brushing against his bottom one. "Fuck me."

My eyes closed when he crushed his mouth against mine, deepening the kiss quickly and making me whimper in his mouth. He swallowed all my moans and bent slightly to grab one of my thighs, hooking it quickly around him before his hand reached between my legs. I stopped kissing him and held my breath when two of his fingers slid quickly inside me.

"Oh my god." escaped my lips and I opened my eyes when his free hand reached for my neck, his fingers pressing on it slightly for a second or two before he let go of me. He stopped moving completely and I realized he was scared he had gone too far. I brought one of my hands to grab his that was sliding down my chest slowly and pulled it back up, wrapping his fingers on my neck again.

"Do it." I whispered, my eyes roaming on his face and raising my eyebrows. "Don't you see how wet it makes me?"

He just stared at me, his eyes studying me, and pressed his fingers again on my neck just not as hard. His expression changed into a slightly darker one and I couldn't stop my heartbeats from accelerating at the sight.

"You really want me to control you?" he asked, his grip tightening very slightly as I nodded quickly. "D'you know how bad I want you? You want me to show you what I've been thinking about all fucking evening?"

He didn't wait for my answer and brought his other hand to my hair, gripping it roughly and letting go of my neck. He pulled on it hard, forcing me to get on my knees, and I felt slightly dizzy because of what was happening. Niall and I had never really talked about what we liked sexually but this was beyond my expectations. I had never thought we would fit so well and the thought was making me even hornier.

He held me in place as he unzipped his pants with his other hand, and I helped him by pulling on his jeans and boxers. As soon as his cock was out, I tried moving closer to take it in my mouth but he pulled again on my hair and chuckled.

"Someone's impatient."

I pressed my lips together and after a few seconds, he moved closer to me and I wrapped my lips around his hard dick. It made him groan and I felt myself get wetter at the sound.

"That time you touched yourself in front of me and then sucked my cock? Couldn't remember the last time a blowjob felt that fucking good." he admitted, letting go of my hair to move a lock behind my ear. "Love the way you use your tongue, pet."

I looked up only to see him smirking down at me and I stuck my tongue out, tilting my head to run it on his length until his balls. His fingers slipped in my hair again and he moaned as I sucked on them gently and when my tongue slid back to his tip again, he pulled my head away.

"Do what you did last time, petal."

I was not sure what I had done but I just grabbed his cock with one hand and let my tongue slid in-between his tip and his skin. His fingers gripped my hair tight and he let out a few curse words as I kept going but after about a minute, he took a step back and I looked up, licking my lips. I was so horny by then that I couldn't talk and I just stared up at him, panting low and waiting for his instructions.

"Get up and turn around."

I just had time to get up and he grabbed my waist, turning me around quickly and pushing me against the counter. I watched him in the mirror as he moved my skirt up, letting his hands run on my cheeks. I felt his cock brush on my ass too and I held my breath, impatient to feel him inside me.

"Please, Niall." I begged low again, not daring to close my eyes.

One of his arms slithered around me and his hand slid between my legs. I felt his fingers rub gently and slowly on my clit and I let out a moan as we stared at each other's reflection. His other hand ran up to move my shirt up, over my breasts, and I quickly took it off, throwing it on the floor. With one finger, he moved both of the straps of my bra down and pulled down on it to expose my breasts before letting his hand travel on it. It ended back on my neck and I held my breath once more.

"You like that, petal?" I nodded and he pressed his fingers harder, making my heart jump in my chest again. "I love watching you like that, you look so fucking good."

His grip loosened but he kept touching me and I felt myself getting close to an orgasm. His hand moved down to my breasts and I felt two of his fingers run on my nipples making me squirm lightly against him. He moved his hand away to slap my breast gently and my heart skipped a bit in surprise.

"Don't move." he ordered low. "Let me touch you."

His palm ran on my boob again and he let two of his fingers pinch lightly my nipple, making me whimper louder. No one had ever touched me like that and I never wanted anyone else to touch me ever again.

"D'you know how often I thought about your tits when you told me you got your nipples pierced?"

I felt my whole body throb at the thought. I would have never guessed that Niall had thought about me that way before, at least not so long ago, and the fact that he was telling me that at that exact moment turned me on. I pushed my ass against his cock again and he slapped my breast once again, but this time harder. I desperately wanted it to leave a mark but I just whimpered again.

His facial expression changed again and I didn't want him to think he did anything wrong. I grabbed his hand and pressed it against me, running it up to my breasts again as my lips parted. His fingers left a burning trace on my skin and for some reason I didn't understand, a shiver ran all over my body.

I wanted to tell him that I thought about him all the time, that it had been like that for years, and that every single time I had sex with someone else, I wished it was him instead, but the words got stuck in my throat as my heartbeats accelerated again. I felt his hand press more between my legs, pushing me against him as I felt his cock slip between my legs. It made me realize that I was dripping on my thighs and I watched him as he breathed deeply through his teeth.

He let out an other curse word and his accent was so thick it made me want to cum. He buried his face in my neck, leaving a few kisses there before finally moving his head up and leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"I didn't bring a condom." he whispered, making me bit gently my bottom lip.

It made me realize that we hadn't used one when we first had sex either and even if I knew it was a bit naive, I didn't mind because I trusted him.

"I'm on birth control."

It sounded so weird coming from my mouth, especially at this exact moment, but I just stared at him in the mirror until he nodded gently. I knew he understood that I trusted him and when his hands caressed my arms slowly, I knew he wouldn't comment on it. I didn't want to mention that I had started taking those pills when Harry and I became serious but it didn't matter. I always used condoms with my other boyfriends but with Niall, it felt different.

"Bend down." he whispered, pushing on my back again and running his hands on my ass before moving slightly back.

It took only a second for his whole dick to slip inside me and I gripped the counter harder at the feeling. Nothing felt better than that first moment of being filled with his cock and I felt my pussy throb around him.

"Niall, please." I whimpered low. "Please fuck me, please be rough."

Instead to answer my prayers, he spanked me hard and my eyes opened wide as the stinging feeling spread on my cheek. As soon as the pain was gone, I wanted it again but I didn't have to ask. Quickly, his hand slapped my ass hard again and I knew my skin was turning red.

"Oh fuck..."

I couldn't help but closed my eyes when he slipped out of me only to push himself back inside me harder with a grunt. His hands gripped my waist very hard and i fucking loved it. It was incredible to find out he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

"I'm so fucking turned on I don't know how long i'm gonna last."

I brought one of my hands between my legs but he leaned his chest against me and his arm wrapped around me. He pushed my hand away and brushed the tip of his fingers on my clit. It made my whole body jerk as a moan escaped my lips and I saw his lips curl into a smirk in the mirror.

"Apparently i'm not the only one."

"If you don't stop i'm gonna cum." I just whispered, ignoring his comment.

I couldn't think straight anymore. All I wanted was to cum while he was fucking me hard and when he started doing exactly that, I let my head fall back slightly and closed my eyes. I thought about the first and only time we fucked and shivered, whimpering again but louder this time.

"Bite me, Niall, please bite me."

I felt his teeth brush on my neck as I pushed my ass against him to feel him deeper.

"Harder."

It was not clear exactly what I wanted but he started fucking me so hard I felt my body hit the counter with every thrust. I felt so close to an orgasm that when he dug his teeth roughly in my neck, my eyes roll back as I came, shaking hard close to him and gripping the counter as hard as I could, my nails scratching it and making a light noise.

"Oh fuck," he let out a bit too loud as he kept on fucking me roughly before he grabbed my hair to pull on it.

I knew he was cumming when he started groaning and his thrusts became unsteady and even if I had already had an orgasm, I never wanted him to stop. He finally exhaled, his eyes still closed, and leaned his upper body on my back. I could feel his stubble rub against my skin and it made my whole body shiver.

"Mm, fuck, that was good." he expressed in a whisper, leaving small kisses on my shoulder blades. "I didn't expect this here."

I felt my lips curl and just chuckled when I remembered we were at Louis' and my laughter made him smile too. He opened his eyes and looked at my reflection as my smile turned into a fond one. It always happened whenever our eyes would meet.

"I think we should talk about it." I proposed, making him nod.

"We should." he agreed low. "I want to know everything you like, everything you want to try, everything that makes you fantasize at night."

I laughed again and turned my head to kiss him. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and I felt my whole body burn with love as I kissed him back before turning around to face him. His body immediately pressed against mine and I let one of my hands run under his shirt.

"I also want to know how you feel. I want you to tell me if i go too far. I want to know what kind of lover you are." he added extremely low. "I already know you're a little minx." I laughed and he smirked against my lips before kissing me again. "But there's so much more to discover, i'm sure about it."

I didn't answer but got on my tiptoes, kissing him deeper as I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I could feel my chest rub on his shirt and I started missing the warmth of his body against mine. His palms ran on my sides and then on my back and I sighed as I pulled away.

"We may be too tired when we come back tonight but... tomorrow?"

His eyes roamed on my face and he smiled more, nodding quickly and kissing me again. I don't know how long we stayed in the bathroom just making out, me half naked and him with his jeans just past his butt, but it didn't matter. I lost all notion of time and it was something common when I was with him.

"We should go back." he pointed out, making me groan in disapproval as he tried to pull away from me. I held him close with my arms and he chuckled. "Come on, they'll wonder where we are. Plus, it's almost midnight."

"Noooo..." I pulled him closer and started peppering kissing on his jaw and neck, making him laugh.

"Come on, i'll kiss you at midnight, yea?"

I raised my nose up but loosened my embrace and stared at him. My face made him laugh and I just shrugged with a nod. He kissed my lips again and moved away, pulling his pants and boxers up. I knew I should dress up too but I ended up just looking at him, my head tilted on the side, as I repeated to myself how lucky I was. The only man I ever fell in love with was returning my feelings and we were so compatible that it did feel like it was written in the stars, the way he had mentioned it a few weeks before.

"Here." he said, picking up my shirt before handing it to me. I took it in my hand without doing anything else and it made him chuckle. He ran his fingertip on one of my arms, bringing the strap of my bra back on my shoulder before doing the same with the other. "Lazy ass." he mentioned with an amused smile as he tried to put my bra back into place and I nibbled on my bottom lip. He took my shirt back and passed it on my head, helping me putting it back the way you'd help a child and the whole thing was so sweet it made my heart ache.

He was affectionate, kind and caring, even more than when we we only friends, and it made me feel like my insides were drowning in love. I felt myself tear up and his expression changed into a worried one.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked in a whisper, bringing his hands up to cup my face. "What's wrong darling?"

"I'm good I just..." I swallowed to stop any sobs from coming out and licked my lips. "I fucking love you, Niall."

He smiled again and pressed his lips on mine.

"Don't cry, petal." he whispered, his soft voice reaching my ears and my heart at the same time. "I fucking love you too."

Without an other word, he took a step back and grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. I followed him as we walked slowly out of the bathroom and through the hall and I pulled on my skirt, making sure it was back in place. When we reached downstairs, Louis rushed to us with a smirk and raised his eyebrows.

"Where were you two?" he asked, not giving us time to answer. "Whatever, the countdown is in about two minutes, take a drink." he just added, handing us two glasses of champagne and turned to me to send me a wink. "Have fun lovebirds!"

I chuckled and rolled my eyes with a smile before turning my body to face my boyfriend. I tilted my head again and he took a step closer. His body was almost touching mine and i squeezed his fingers, not wanting to let go of his hand. Did that just happen? Did we just fuck in Louis' bathroom while there was a party downstairs?

We both heard everyone as they started screaming the numbers from 10 to 1 but our lips barely moved as we counted. We were both too busy staring at each other.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

I smiled more while everyone around us was throwing their arms in the air and Niall chuckled, bending down to kiss me. It was gentle and sweet but it was still deep and I closed my eyes, my hand still holding his tight while the other was holding my glass

"Happy new year." he whispered against my mouth. "To a whole year we'll spend together... a whole year where i'll love you more than anything and anyone in this fuckin' universe."

[clairen45]

This is the Reylo smut fairy: what are your Reylo sex headcanons? Are they both virgins? When will their first time be? How does the force bond affect the sex between them? Who gets hornier? Whose more adventurous?

That is one fun ask, dear Reylo smut fairy, and not the kind I ever got before... Would you be mad at me if I don’t answer this question and keep my head canon to myself... lol... awful answer to a wonderful bait...

Still, to not totally let you down, this is where I stand. I made my peace with no sex in Star Wars. And it is fine. Which doesn’t mean we will not get anything devastatingly sexy or erotic. It doesn’t take much. Eyes. Breathing. A touch. An intimate moment. And of course a kiss. I count on that. When will that happen...ummm... I love them so much that I would love them to get done with it as soon as possible and just enjoy watching them interact the rest of the movie. Alas, if the movie is modeled after such classics as Beauty and the Beast, Pride and Prejudice, or Jane Eyre, I suppose it is more likely to come towards the end of the movie. Not necessarily the grand finale (though) but end of second act or beginning of third. I really hope to see them together as much as possible, and watch them sort it out.

As for the sexual record of our star crossed lovers, this is what we can infer:

Yep, both are space virgins. Remember AD asking RJ if Kylo had ever kissed a girl... The shyness, the awkwardness... Does it matter if they did it before? This is First love for them whatever, the most important relationship of their lives, no matter what.

So far, Kylo is depicted as the horniest, but I would expect Rey, once she moves past her first time scares, to be quite adventurous, even more so than Kylo who, despite the bad boy facade, is really more a vanilla sweetheart: bride carrying, worshipping from afar, calligraphy, etc... The girl might eventually shock him... lol...

As for the force bond, if they get shook up that much with one touch of the Tippity finger, just imagine the maelstrom of emotions when they have a « deeper » connection. I would expect phenomenons of cataclysmic magnitude happening all over the galaxy (in a good way). The Force is likely to go supernova.

[pangtasias-atelier]

After Party: Keaton

All smut stuff will be tagged #risque

I think I kinda got burned out on 1on1 smut cause I feel like they've all been less and less? So I went more a dirty talk route

Good thing it's also only 1on1 that I feel exhausted on cause I am ready for the next/last chapter and that one will be way hornier than the past ones since some of it is already written cause I got impatient lol

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Walking into Keaton's room, the first thing he spots is Keaton's expansive body taking over most of the room. The only other thing besides Keaton is his feeding machine, the thing nearly always on. Whistling as he brings in more food for Keaton's machine, he pretends to ignore Keaton's improved mood from seeing food. 

Like Kaden, Keaton was the largest of the bunch, his propensity to gorge at all times aiding in the destruction of his figure. Compared to Kaden's bottom heavy body, Keaton is more top heavy, his stomach probably weighing more than a light horse. His stomach underneath him at all times, it lifts Keaton in the air. His body sinks into the putty known as his stomach, engorged limbs unable to move. 

Corrin can sense Keaton's growing irritation, purposefully taking his time replenishing Keaton's food supply. 

"I'm starving over here!" 

Corrin keeps his focus on the machine. "You're always starving fatass," 

"S-so?" Keaton's stutter brings a smile to Corrin, Keaton always loving Corrin's taunts and insults.

"So maybe you should stop stuffing your face all the damn time," Closing the machine, Corrin brings it closer. Giving a once over to Keaton, he shrugs. "It's not like you'll ever be anything more than a blob, though," 

Keaton's flushed face greedily accepts his feeding tube, happy for more food. 

"Look at you," Corrin kneels down to Keaton's face, placing both hands on his cheeks as Keaton stares at him. "You can't even walk anymore. What'd happen to you if I left? You'd be begging for food," Corrin shakes Keaton's cheeks. "You still have yesterday's food on you. What can you do besides eat, sleep and get fucked?"

Corrin walks around Keaton's body. "You're a pig," he gives Keaton's stomach a shove, his body bouncing back and shaking. "I'd go cow tipping if you weren't already immobile," Keaton's muffled moans edge Corrin on. Spanking Keaton's ass, he laughs at how his whine mixes with a moan. He spanks Keaton some more, a red indent left from his hand. "You can't even stop me from doing whatever I want," Back in front of Keaton's face, he stares down at him, Corrin's own face flushed.

"But you don't want me to stop, do you?" Keaton barely nods his head, head struggling to do even that.

Corrin takes out Keaton's tube, his gasps reaching his ears. "Do you want me to stop, fatass?" Somehow finding Keaton's neck past his multiple chins, he lifts it up so he looks at him. 

"No," 

"Why?" Corrin smirks down at Keaton.

"I want food," Keaton doesn't elaborate, his shyness getting to him. 

"When don't you want food. But I'll give you some food," Dropping Keaton's tube, he laughs at his panicked state. Grabbing Keaton's hair and pulling it back, Keaton's open mouth is the perfect opportunity for him to slip his dick in. 

Keaton huffs before greedily sucking on Corrin's dick as well.

The torrent of spit and sucking leaves Corrin speechless. His climax coming far sooner than expected, he doesn't even have the chance to pull out, Keaton's greedy maw devouring Corrin's cum. 

"That's a great pig," Corrin gets down on his knees, Keaton's bountiful breasts right in his face. "But these might make you more a cow," Wrapping both hands around them, Corrin tugs at them. Pretending to milk Keaton, he laughs at the effect, Keaton drooling and moaning. "So eager for food and my cum; just the way it ought to be,"

"Look how much you love this," Shoving Keaton's tube back inside, he sets it to the highest setting, Keaton's face strained with the torrent of food. "So beautiful and fat. And you're all mine," 

Corrin smiles as a thought enters his mind. 

"Y'know, Kaden is bigger than you now," Keaton opens an eye, curiosity and fear in it. "You two were always tied but now, what's the point of you if Kaden's fatter?" Corrin lies only to continue lying. "And everyone else is getting closer to you,"

Corrin presses his face into Keaton's. "I don't think you want this enough," He whispers in Keaton's ears. 

A gentle tug on Keaton's feeding tube to scare him, Keaton falls for it. His mouth clamps down on it, unwilling to part with it.

"What's this? You do want it?" Keaton nods his head in response, face entirely red. "Then show me you want it. That you want to be an even bigger blob for me," Corrin rubs Keaton's face, pulling at it. 

Corrin can barely make out a garbled yes. 

"Good. I'll go get you some more food then," Corrin places a gentle kiss on Keaton's cheek. "And know that I'm joking," Keaton turns redder with the revelation. "Love you,"

[silverlightqueen]

Ruin My Life - Part 5

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fratboy!jimin - so much smut !!! fluff, angst to come

Summary - good news for y/n ! and then fratboy!Jimin gets angry after you tease him

Word Count - 5.8k+

Warnings - this is just disgusting ngl. explicit sex, unprotected sex, possessiveness, degradation, explicit dirty talk, DOM!JIMIN, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral sex (male and female receiving), overstimulation, use of toys, lowkey bondage, pussy slapping, tit-fucking, sexting, cumplay, edging, forced orgasm, basically e v e r y t h i n g lol

a/n: I know this is really quick after part 4 but i was so excited and it’s nearly 3am here and i was just on a mad one so here ya go. I am so sorry about how filthy it is (and the lack of editing too) lmao

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‘Guess what?’ I exclaim, running into the kitchen. Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung are all in here, eating breakfast, and they all look up in surprise when I come in. ‘Good morning to you too,’ Yoongi says drily. ‘Okay, good morning. But guess what?’ I say, practically jumping on the spot. ‘What, princess?’ Jimin asks me, and I grin. ‘I got my period!’ I exclaim. Jin jumps up and wraps his arms around me in excitement, Namjoon and Taehyung doing the same. I go over to Jimin who grins at me, pulling me onto his lap and pressing his lips to mine. ‘Congratulations,’ Yoongi says drily as Jimin smothers my face in kisses, coaxing giggles from me. ‘Happy, princess?’ he asks, and I nod, smiling widely. ‘I guess little Taemin doesn’t exist, huh?’ he says, almost sadly, and I supress a laugh. I’ve already cried in the bathroom because I got my hopes up about having a kid with him, but then I realised that it’s better this way so I’ve put on a brave face and mustered up some excitement about it. ‘Aww, poor hyung wanted a kid,’ Taehyung says jokingly, and I shake my head at him in annoyance. ‘I’m relived though, to be honest. Now I can still wreck her shit without worrying about hurting our baby,’ Jimin says, the boys groaning. ‘Maybe I can join this time instead of Kook,’ Tae suggests, both Jimin and I sighing. ‘He’s already asked me twice this morning,’ Jimin tells me, and I laugh despite myself. ‘You’re nothing if not persistent, Taehyung,’ I say, and he nods in agreement, laughing. 

‘Do you mind giving me a lift back to mine and Mija’s apartment? We’re going out for coffee in a couple hours,’ I ask Jimin, and he nods instantly, pressing gentle kisses to my jaw. ‘Oh, so you haven’t moved in here then? I thought you had?’ Namjoon teases and I stick my tongue out at him. ‘Not yet anyway,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Where’s Mija?’ I ask Tae, and he shrugs. ‘When I went back upstairs last night, she was gone,’ he says, and I feel a little bit of panic. ‘Did you two… you know?’ I ask, and Tae shakes his head. ‘Clearly she’s not into me like that,’ Taehyung says, and I pat his shoulder. ‘She’s just closed off, Tae. I’ll speak to her later,’ I say, and he nods. ‘Keep visiting us, okay, y/n?’ Jin says, and I nod. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t be rid of me that easy,’ I joke. ‘We’re having a party next Saturday again, okay? Make sure you come,’ Namjoon says. ‘I will, definitely,’ I say. ‘And not just for a booty call this time. Actually spend some time with the rest of us,’ Yoongi says, and I nod, laughing. ‘Go get your stuff and we’ll go,’ Jimin says, and I nod, getting up. I run up to his room, trying to avoid anyone else on the way, and collect up all my stuff, putting into the big bag that Mija brought all my stuff in yesterday. ‘Ready?’ Jimin says from the door. He’s wearing just his black sweatpants from last night, socks on his feet too now. ‘Shall I take the morning-after pills and pregnancy tests?’ I ask him, and he shakes his head. ‘Leave them here. We fuck here more than at yours,’ he says. ‘I bet you just want them for your other hoes,’ I joke, and he grins, pulling me into his arms, our bodies flush against each other. ‘You’re the only ho I have,’ he says, and I gasp. ‘I love it when you’re romantic,’ I say, and he laughs, pressing his lips to mine. ‘You’re cute, babe. Take some of the tests and pills just in case,’ he says, and I nod, laughing. I pack them into my bag and we head downstairs. I’m dressed in the white hoodie Jimin gave me last night and a pair of black cycling shorts that Mija brought over yesterday.

‘See you guys later. Next weekend, yeah?’ I say, and the boys all nod, bidding me goodbye. Jimin and I head out to his car (a flashy sports car because who would expect anything less from fuckboy Jimin?) and he holds the door open for me. I thank him and take the passenger seat I’d sat in so many times, turning on the radio as he comes to take the driver’s seat. As soon as he’s started up the engine and reversed out from the large ASP driveway (doing that insanely attractive thing that has me actually salivating for him - when boys put their hand on the back of the passenger seat and look behind to reverse, manipulating the wheel with just the one hand), the hand that isn’t resting gently on the wheel comes to rest on the bare skin of my thigh. I don’t even flinch, because his hands are on me more often than not, and he starts to make small talk with me. We talk about our lessons and stuff, and then he brings up something very interesting. ‘So, yeah, I’ll be getting extra credit towards my degree and being paid if I teach this dance class to dance majors. It’ll only be for a couple months, I think, and it’s on a Thursday morning, which is perfect, because I spend my Thursday mornings in the studio anyway. And a few of our friends are in the class which is nice. Jeongyeon was the one who told me about the vacancy, actually,’ he says, and I try not to react to the name. ‘Jeongyeon?’ I ask, and he looks over at me, nodding. ‘Yeah. You two are friends, right?’ he asks. ‘Were. We were friends,’ I correct him, trying not to physically shake with anger. ‘You fell out? What happened?’ he asks, and I supress a laugh. ‘Nothing, nothing. We just grew apart, I guess. It’s not the end of the world,’ I say, and he looks at me curiously, obviously wanting to know the details but not pushing me for them. ‘Oh, well, recently, we’ve been speaking a bit more, I guess, and she texted me about it last night,’ he says, and I nearly laugh aloud.

‘Well, it sounds like a great opportunity. What time does it start?’ I say, and he grimaces. ‘7.30, until 11.00. We have a half-hour break at 9.00 until 9.30 though,’ he says, and I grimace too. ‘That’s tough. I’m free on Thursday mornings, though, so I can bring you breakfast or coffee or something during your break,’ I say, and he smiles softly, squeezing my thigh gently. ‘You don’t have to wake up that early,’ he says. ‘I go to the gym at 9 anyway. I can just delay it half an hour to come see you first,’ I say, and he grins widely. ‘That’ll definitely make my morning better then,’ he says, and I smile despite myself. ‘You flirt,’ I say half-heartedly, and he chuckles. ‘It’s true! Anyway, anyway, have you not got any cramps? You usually get really bad on your first day, right?’ he asks, and my heart warms at the fact he remembers. ‘I do, but I’ve been fine today so far. I’ll probably get bad later though,’ I say, deflating at the thought. ‘Well, keep me updated on when your bleeding stops. Just so I know when I can come over,’ he says with a grin, and I slap his thigh gently. ‘I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I was thinking I can come pick you up tomorrow night, and we can go out for dinner. I would suggest tonight but I’ve got training,’ he says, and I’m not even surprised anymore.

He clearly wants a relationship, without the commitment, which is something I realised this morning. He wants to do absolutely everything that’s involved in a relationship, especially the sex, but he doesn’t want the relationship itself. God knows why, because he managed to stay loyal to me when we were fucking a couple years ago. There’s no point questioning it anymore. It is what it is, I guess. I’m gonna end things soon, hopefully. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s just so hard. He can just shoot me that killer eye smile of his and I’m a goner. He’ll bust out a romantic line and I’ll be swooning. A flash of his abs and I’m slavering. How am I supposed to end things with him? I’m an absolute mess. A sucker for him. He could step on me and I’d probably say thank you because of how whipped I am. If he asked me if he could piss on me, I probably would let him. Okay, no, that’s a tad too far.

‘y/n? Are you even listening to me?’ he asks, pulling me out of my reverie. ‘Sorry, I was daydreaming. What did you say?’ I ask, and he smiles to himself. ‘I said, do you want to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night? I’ll take you somewhere fancy like you always wanted to?’ he says again, sounding nervous this time. ‘Yeah, of course,’ I say, smiling at him, watching as a grin breaks across his face. ‘I’ll book somewhere nice, and I’ll keep it a surprise,’ he says as he pulls up beside my accommodation building. ‘Okay. Text me what time we’re going,’ I say to him, getting ready to get out, and he nods. ‘See you later, princess,’ he says, pulling me towards him by my chin and pressing his lips to mine briefly. ‘Bye, Jimin,’ I reply, getting out of the car. I head towards the building, listening out for him to leave but he doesn’t yet. When I get inside the building, I turn to look back and he’s still there, grinning at me. I roll my eyes, waving, before heading up to my room, my head in a whirl.

I’m horny. Hornier than I’ve ever been before. Normally, I would blame it on my period, but getting home yesterday, changing my barely spotted pad, only to wake up this morning and find it completely clean of any blood, has me believing that I’m no longer on my period. I’ve always been relatively irregular, and I’m slightly stressed at the moment, so maybe I’ve been blessed with a really short period. But maybe it’s a curse. Because all I can think of is the fact that I could be having sex right now, but I’m not. Because Jimin’s in a lecture. I’ve every mind to call Jungkook instead, but I know Jimin would punish me, and not in a pleasurable way, so instead I lie on my bed, trying to stop myself from either touching myself or texting Jimin until his lecture’s finished. Unfortunately, my self control’s never been fantastic and so it’s not long until I’m typing out a message to Jimin.

y/n: daddy

y/n: I really need you rn

It’s only a few seconds later that I see that he’s typing, and a shiver runs through me. Out of nerves or excitement, I don’t know.

Jimin: y/n I thought you were on your period ???

y/n: I was, but it finished already

y/n: you know how irregular I am

y/n: but Jimin, I’m so fucking horny right now

y/n: I need you so bad

I already know I’m in for it when he’s typing for a while, obviously not sure what to say.

Jimin: y/n I’m in a fucking lecture

Jimin: can this not wait another half an hour ?

y/n: but daddy I’m so desperate

I hesitate to send what I want to send but then decide. Fuck it.

y/n: I need your fingers filling me up

Jimin: y/n I swear to god

y/n: I wanna choke on daddy’s cock

y/n: I want daddy to fill me up and fuck me full of his cum until I’m crying

Jimin: y/n you’re playing a dangerous game

y/n: but daddy I’m so horny

y/n: I’m gonna have to touch myself if I don’t have your cock in me soon

He and I both know I never would, but I decide to push it that bit further.

Jimin: don’t you fucking dare

y/n: but daddy I’ll send you a voice note of my moans

y/n: I’ll send you a video of my fingers trying to fill me up the way yours do daddy

Jimin: I’m going to fucking ruin you when I get out of this lecture little girl

Jimin: you’re not getting away with being such a dirty little slut

y/n: more daddy send me more

Jimin: is my little whore getting off to these threats ?

Jimin: you want daddy to wreck you ?

y/n: yes daddy, please

y/n: make me your bitch daddy

y/n: fill me up with your cum

y/n: I want it pouring out of me

y/n: I want people to be able to smell it, to know that my daddy fucks me so good

I don’t send another, waiting for a reply, and when it takes ages to get one, I fear I’ve pushed him too far. And then he starts typing.

Jimin: I want you ready when I get there

A bolt of fear but also anticipation runs through me, and I instantly jump up from my bed, pulling off my sweats to run a razor over my legs (and other areas), just to get rid of the few stray hairs that seem to never want to leave. I run a brush through my hair and put on some perfume before putting on some pretty black lingerie. I quickly put a bit of makeup on, just doing my lipstick when I hear the front door open and close. It must be Mija, because Jimin won’t have been that quick (it’s only been ten minutes) and he can’t get into the apartment anyway. She usually gets home this time anyway. I feel sorry for her because I’m pretty sure she’ll be scarred when she hears me and Jimin in a little while. Just as I’m about to step out of my bathroom, the door flies open, Jimin stood in the door way. He looks fuming, eyes hooded and hair wrecked from his hand running through it. His also looks delectable, dressed in a black playboy sweater and blue ripped jeans, a black cap on his head and silver earrings and rings setting off his tanned skin.

‘In the bedroom, and on your fucking knees,’ he spits at me, and I feel the slick pooling in my expensive panties already. He moves to the side to let me past, and I do instantly, not daring to disobey him. I drop to my knees, facing him, and watch as he slowly walks towards me. ‘That shit you pulled, that’s not gonna happen again, is it, baby girl?’ he asks, voice lower than normal. ‘Depends whether or not I enjoy what you’re about to do,’ I reply in my sweet voice, the one that always gets him to do what I want. He strides towards me, bunching my hair up and tugging it down, forcing my head backwards so I look up at him, my neck bent at an awkward angle. ‘Whores always enjoy their punishment,’ he spits down at me, our eyes locked together. ‘Look at you, all dressed up, hair done, makeup on, just to get dick, right?’ he asks, and I nod as best as I can with his hand gripping my hair. ‘Fucking whore. You don’t deserve my dick,’ he says, releasing my hair harshly and walking over to my wardrobe. I already know what it is he’s getting, and I sigh internally. He pulls the box out from the top drawer, throwing the lid across the room. He pulls out the handcuffs and one of the vibrators, discarding the rest of the box on the bed. He holds out the vibrator to me and I take it in my hands. It’s the one that he controls with a remote. ‘You know where to put it, slut,’ he says, and I do, putting it in my panties, pressed up against my dripping wet core. He steps around me, bending down and cuffing my hands behind my back before going to the bathroom.

I watch as he gets the clean glass sat beside the sink (for the nights when I’m too drunk or tired to go to the kitchen to get water) and fills it up, downing it and putting the glass back down. He heads back towards me, undoing his belt as he does so, watching me with a smirk. If I could imprint this image onto my brain, I would. He pushes his jeans and boxers down slightly, rock hard length springing up against his sweater. ‘Open up, whore,’ he says, and I do so. He plunges into my mouth with no warning, and I splutter around him. With my hands tied behind my back, I can’t even grab onto anything to steady myself, and I feel myself trying to clear my throat around him. He watches me amusedly, the sadistic side of him coming out. ‘I thought you wanted to choke on daddy’s dick, princess?’ he says teasingly, and I look up at him, tears collecting on my lash line. ‘Ready?’ he asks, and my heart warms at the momentary break in his cruel demeanour. I nod as best as I can, and he pulls all the way out of my mouth before plunging all the way back in, balls slapping against my chin. ‘You don’t even know how angry I was in my lecture. Turned on but fucking angry. I had to leave so I told my professor that you’d had an accident and I had to go help you. You’re lucky I didn’t say what I wanted to say. That my princess wanted to act like a little whore so I had to go put her back in her place. I’m gonna fucking wreck your shit, baby girl. You won’t even be able to walk when I’m done with you,’ he says, voice strained as he thrusts into my mouth.

‘I don’t wanna hear a single moan out of your mouth, and if you cum before I let you, I’m gonna make you regret it,’ he says, his hand moving in his pocket before the vibrator in my pants starts to… vibrate. I clench immediately, completely forgetting about Jimin’s cock in my mouth, focused on the gentle vibrations against my folds. He stills in my mouth and I look up at him in confusion, knowing he can’t even be close to cumming yet. ‘Swallow,’ he says, and I do so, taking him further down my throat. He lets out a low groan, the sound going straight to my core, before he collects my hair up in one fist. The vibrations increase in speed and intensity, and I have to supress my moans. ‘And again,’ he says, and I do, taking him even further, my lips at the base of his thick cock. He increases the vibrations again, and I squirm slightly. ‘Ah, fuck, your lips feel so good wrapped around me. Letting daddy fuck your throat like a good little cockslut,’ he growls out, before pulling out of my mouth completely and pulling up his jeans and boxers again. ‘Get up. Let me fuck you,’ he says, and I get up quickly, my hands being tied not hindering me at all. He increases the vibrations further, my knees weakening, and I nearly fall the floor once more. He lets out a harsh laugh, grabbing me by my waist. ‘Look at you. Already struggling? We haven’t even started yet, princess,’ he chuckles, pushing me towards my bed. ‘On your knees,’ he says, and I get on my knees, resting my shoulders against the bed. He pulls my pants aside, removing the vibrator from my folds, and replaces it with his fingers. He scoops up my slick before reaching forward, holding out two of his fingers beside my mouth. I take them into my mouth, tasting myself as he laughs. ‘Look how wet you already are. Just from getting your throat fucked like a whore,’ he says, removing his fingers from my mouth.

‘I don’t wanna hear a sound from you, understand?’ he asks, and I nod. I hear him rooting around in the box again before the noise stops. He tugs my pants down just past my ass, pushing one of my knees slightly further away from the other. And then I hear it. The aggressive vibrations of Jimin’s favourite present that he’s ever bought for me (it was more for himself, let’s be real). I tense up completely, and he lets out a low chuckle. ‘Is my little slut scared now?’ he asks, and I don’t answer, not sure what to say. It seems he doesn’t want an answer, just pressing the Hitachi Wand to my folds. I instantly lurch forward, and he tuts, one palm landing on my ass before he pulls me back into position. ‘Move again and I’ll leave your fucking apartment. I can get myself off without you. It’s not so easy for you, is it?’ he threatens, pressing the wand against my core once more. I try my best to stay still, as he gradually increases his pressure, the head of the wand completely disappearing in amongst my folds. ‘Does that feel good, princess?’ he asks teasingly, and I nod, trying not to verbally convey the waves pleasure coursing through me. ‘You’re doing so well at being quiet, princess. I’m not used to not hearing your pretty little moans,’ he says, making it even harder to stay quiet.

‘Can I hear your pretty moans, princess? I wanna hear you,’ he asks, free hand gently skimming over my ass. ‘Mmm, daddy, feels so good,’ I whimper out, the vibrations making me so weak. ‘Feels good, baby? How about this?’ he asks, moving the wand to gently rest on my clit. I let out a high-pitched moan, back arching further from the bedsheets. ‘Fuck, daddy, don’t stop,’ I whine, and he chuckles before increasing the pressure, the vibrations much more intense. ‘Oh, God, daddy, feels so good,’ I moan, feeling myself nearing my high embarrassingly fast. ‘Does my little girl wanna cum?’ he croons amusedly. ‘Yes, daddy, please, I need to cum,’ I moan, already knowing he’s not gonna let me. ‘Too bad,’ he replies in the same tone, the wand disappearing from my core, my orgasm diminishing. I know better than to complain and so don’t move or say anything, just attempt to get my breath back. He turns off the wand, putting it back into the box, and wraps a hand around my hair, pulling me up towards him. I balance on just my knees as he pulls my body flush to him, his free hand appearing at my throat. Unable to stop myself, I grind back against him, feeling the bulge in his jeans press against my ass. His hand at my throat tightens and I gasp at the feeling, having never been choked by him this hard. ‘Don’t fucking play with me, princess, this is not the time. I’m still deciding what to do with you,’ he growls against my ear. He tugs my pants back up and pulls me up from the bed, waiting until I’m steady on my feet until he lets go of me.

He inspects me, probably looking at the saliva and tears on my face, the messed-up hair and the weak knees. He lets out a low chuckle before his hand appears at my hands, uncuffing me, before they move up, unclasping my bra and pushing it off my shoulders. He pushes the small vibrator back into my soaking panties again, and I try not to shudder. ‘Will you let me try something new with you, baby girl?’ he asks, lips pressed to my ear. ‘Yes, daddy,’ I reply, and he chuckles. ‘On your knees,’ he says, and I drop to my knees, ignoring the pain. He comes to stand in front of me, pulling down his jeans and boxers again. ‘Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess. You’re gonna get me nice and wet again, and I’m gonna fuck those pretty tits of yours. Is that okay?’ he smirks, and I supress a moan at the words, nodding with my lip pulled between my teeth. ‘Open your mouth, princess, gag on my cock again, get me all wet,’ he says, and I close my mouth around him. He thrusts in and out a few times before pulling me off him, his length already covered in my saliva. ‘Push your tits together for me,’ he says, and I do as he says, watching as he admires them. ‘I’ve always loved these. Always wanted to bruise them up, make them mine,’ he says, slapping the flesh of one breast, and I gasp. ‘Hold them together so I can fuck them, princess,’ he says, and I watch as he positions himself at the bottom of my breasts, slowly pushing up and emerging through my cleavage. The pink tip of him pushes through, and I supress a moan at the sight.

I feel the vibrator in my panties start up and I bite my lip as he begins to fuck me harder, his precum leaking all over my chest. ‘That feels so good, princess, hold them tighter,’ he says, and I push them closer in, hearing his breath hitch in his throat. He increases the vibrations again, and I let out a moan unintentionally. Wordlessly, he slaps my other breast, making me gasp again. ‘Shut it, whore, I don’t want to hear you,’ he says, and I bite my lip again. ‘God, I’m gonna cum way too soon at this rate. You’ve got such amazing tits, baby girl, better than any I’ve ever seen,’ he groans out, thrusting a few more times before moving away from me. ‘Hold them there for me, princess,’ he says, watching me in amusement. He lands a few more gentle slaps on each breast, and I know he wants to see bruises on them later. ‘Up, baby girl,’ he says, and I get up, standing in place and waiting for further instruction. The vibrator is still violently throbbing in my pants and it takes every ounce of my strength to not moan.

‘I think I wanna taste your needy little pussy, princess. On your back,’ he says, and I follow his instructions, lying on my back on the bed. Before I can even get comfortable, Jimin’s settling himself between my legs. He tugs my pants down my legs, the vibrator falling to the bedou . He picks it up, grinning, and presses it to my clit, his sinfully plump lips appearing at my slit. He laps up my slick like there’s no tomorrow, having me winding my hands into his hair and pulling him even closer. The long and quick licks from Jimin combined with the vibrator on my clit have me hurtling towards my orgasm. And then his mouth disappears, replaced by his hand sharply coming down onto my swollen lips. Before I can even register the pain of the slap, his lips begin to suck at my core again, curled up into a smirk. I let out broken gasps and moans, Jimin alternating between harsh slaps and eating me out. ‘Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna…’ I trail off, writhing beneath him. ‘You wanna cum, princess?’ he murmurs against my heat. ‘Then fucking cum,’ he demands, and it’s like my body is hanging off his every word, my orgasm hitting me instantly, with such intensity that I’m rendered silent, back completely arched off the bed.

‘That’s my good whore,’ he murmurs, replacing his mouth with his fingers now, pumping in and out of me at an almost painful pace. ‘Daddy, it hurts,’ I whimper, twitching at the overstimulation, and he chuckles. ‘I thought you’d have learnt by now that I don’t care, princess. You wanted to cum, baby, I’m only giving you what you wanted,’ he says amusedly, his fingers curling inside me. I clench around him, the pain slowly becoming pleasure, as the vibrator becomes even more intense, having me whining and whimpering with complete abandon. ‘You take my fingers so well, princess. Such a good little slut, aren’t you?’ he says affectionately as I feel yet another orgasm approaching. ‘Daddy, can I cum?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘Already? Such a good whore, baby girl. Go on, cum for daddy again,’ he says, and, again, my body complies with his demand, my orgasm washing over me, leaving me completely still on the bed. ‘Did my little girl cum too hard?’ he asks mockingly as I pant, body tensionless. ‘You still haven’t had my cock in you yet, princess, like you wanted,’ he taunts, getting up from the bed and stripping off all his clothes. His dick rests against his abdomen, painfully hard and an angry red, the vein on the underside prominent.

He hovers over me, my legs instinctively coming up to wrap around his waist, and he chuckles. ‘Are you sure you want me raw, princess? I know you said it in your texts, but you were horny and stuff, so I don’t know,’ he says gently, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. ‘Yes, Jimin, I’ve wanted you raw since you first fucked me,’ I breathe out, and he grins. He slowly sinks in to me, both of us letting out a moan, until he bottoms out, completely filling me up. ‘God, princess, I’ve wanted to raw you since the moment I first laid eyes on you,’ he says, beginning to thrust in and out of me at a slow pace, both of us savouring the initial feeling. ‘Wearing that short skirt and that tight shirt, I wanted to fucking rip it all off you and take you right there on the sofa. Eunwoo was all over you, marking your neck up, to claim you, and all I could think is that I’d do the same if you were mine,’ he says, increasing his pace ever so slightly. ‘You were such a pretty little thing, so good. You tried to push him away, embarrassed that it was in front of everyone, and you gave me the strongest desire to corrupt you. To make you the bad girl, the cockslut, the whore I knew was hiding inside. And look at you now. Texting your daddy to tell me you’re horny, waiting for me in pretty lingerie, letting me fuck your throat and your tits, and begging me to let you cum. God, you were freshmen-me’s dream, princess,’ he groans, his sentences punctuated with moans and whimpers from me. Being able to feel all of him inside me, the veins scraping against my walls and the tip brushing against that spongy spot inside me, combined with his confession has me unable to control myself.

‘Daddy, harder, please,’ I moan, and he chuckles. ‘Beg for it, dirty girl,’ he demands. ‘Please, daddy, fuck me harder, I want you to fuck me so hard I can feel you in my stomach, so hard I can’t walk for days. Turn me into your whore, daddy, make me your little slut,’ I beg, not even thinking before the words come pouring out of my mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so hot,’ he groans, instantly increasing his pace, the bed beginning to move in time with his hips, the headboard nudging the wall with each thrust. ‘Fuck, I’ll make you into my little bitch, you greedy slut. Such a dirty little whore. So desperate for daddy’s cock,’ he growls, my nails raking down his back as his pace increases more and more, his hips meeting mine again and again. He slams into me, his cock feeling better than ever before, and I moan out his name repeatedly. ‘Cum over my cock, princess, show me how good daddy makes you feel. Soak my cock, baby girl,’ he demands, and only seconds later, I’m clenching around him, body tensing as my orgasm washes over me with a shout. ‘That’s a good girl,’ he praises as I tremble beneath him, body beginning to twitch when his pace increases yet again. I don’t even bother complaining, knowing he won’t listen, so I just lie there, letting him fuck me to his heart’s content.

‘Look at you, princess, letting me overstimulate you with no complaint. You really are turning into a good little cockslut, aren’t you?’ he praises, voice strained as he drills into me. ‘Rub yourself, princess,’ he instructs, but I shake my head, eyes rolling back with the overwhelming feeling of approaching my fourth orgasm. ‘I told you to rub yourself, slut, so fucking do it. I want you soaking my dick again like a good little whore, and I’m not gonna stop until you’ve milked every last drop from my cock,’ he growls, my limp hand appearing between our bodies and rubbing at my abused clit. ‘Cum for me, baby girl. I wanna feel you clench around me while you cum, princess,’ he groans out, moaning when my body follows his command. I see stars as I orgasm, screaming out his name. My vision is swimming and head spinning as I feel Jimin’s hips stutter, hearing him moan my name against my ear as he cums inside me. I can feel his thick release coating my walls as he cums, both of us revelling in the way it feels to have our releases mix together filthily.

Jimin starts to mark up my neck and chest, still buried to the hilt inside me, and it’s only when I get enough energy to swat at him does he cease his ministrations. ‘God, why didn’t we do this before?’ he grins at me, and I roll my eyes. He pulls out of me, coaxing a shiver from me, before moving further down the bed, watching our mixed releases slowly pour out of me. ‘Fuck, that’s so fucking hot,’ Jimin murmurs, fingers collecting up the release and pushing it back into me, filling me back up. He grabs my pants from the foot of the bed and pushes them between my folds, trying to plug our releases inside me. I shudder at the feeling, watching as Jimin gets out of bed, holding out a hand to help me follow suit. ‘How did you even get in?’ I ask, only just remembering the fact that he got in without me letting him in. ‘The key you gave me, two years ago. I kept it with my house and car keys in case of an emergency,’ he tells me. ‘And this was an emergency?’ I ask teasingly, and he nods seriously, before grinning. ‘Right, you need to get ready for tonight, baby girl,’ he says with a smile, reminding me of our dinner date later. ‘I need to have a shower first then,’ I say, and he chuckles, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him, our naked bodies flush against one another. ‘No, princess, you can’t,’ he says, grinning, and I look at him in confusion. ‘Remember your text? You wanted my cum dripping out of you so other people could smell it and now your daddy fucks you well,’ he reminds me, my body shuddering at his words. ‘You’re gonna keep this panties in you until we leave the apartment later so my cum can keep you filled up all nice and then drip down your leg for everyone to see when we go to dinner,’ he smirks at me devilishly, hands roaming over my body, ‘because after all, your wish is my command, princess.’

[terriblesportsimagines]

hi! can i request sfw & nsfw relationship hcs (fem so) for kagami, himuro, and akashi, where the boys are a yandere? thanks!

So, I don’t do ‘crazy’ yandere’s very well lol  Mostly because I see it as a legitimate character type and not just a tag for crazy characters.  Combine this with the fact that two out of three of these characters are yans… well… lol I did my best though, so I hope it’s okay!

My bias might have showed in the comparative lengths tho…

Also, ask box will be opening tomorrow afternoon ~1ish MST for Days and Kazetsuyo asks.  I will probably take about ten or so!

Kagami Taiga

Paranoid when it comes to you.  He doesn’t like you talking to others,especially other men, because what if you like them better?

He’s also insecure. Like, he’s confident about his basketball, but the opposite aboutyou.  100% beat the living hell out of aguy that smiled at you once in class.

Super controlling about your food?  Like no one’s food is good enough for you buthis.  Refuses to take you to restaurants,only ever cooks for you.  He doesn’t evenlike it when you eat at home and will complain. Makes your lunch every day tho.

Locked you in his bedroom for a week during summer holidays after he saw you go out for lunch with one of your friends.  Never hurt you, but it was a scary time.  Only let you leave so your parents wouldn’t be suspicious.

NSFW

High sex drive.  Hebelieves it’s the best way to imprint himself on you.  Doesn’t leave marks though, and he’s actuallypretty gentle.  However, he will force it if necessary.  If you try to reject him, he gets angry.  “Why don’t you want me, ____?  Is there someone else???”

Not capable of drawing sex out or teasing until you’recrazy.  When he’s in a really bad statehe fucks you straight into whatever surface he’s taking you on, belying his usualgentleness.  He has a pretty big cockthough, so it hurts after a while.

Absolutely devastated when he’s done though, everytime.  Apologizes, perfect aftercaregame.  Even if you don’t feel like it, hewill make you come, usually with his mouth, because it turns him on to tastehimself inside of you.

Jealousy makes him hornier.  Sometimes it’s something as simple as you thinking about something and not hearing what he said.  Or if you happen to glance at a tv when there is an idol show on.  Quickly has you bent over whatever surface he can find and fucks you raw until you reassure him that he is the only one for you

Himuro Tatsuya

Super jealous.  Like if you speak to someone else he has toknow what you are talking about.  Alwayshovering.  His jealousy isn’t likeKagami’s though, his is icy and he never says anything until you two are alone.

Forces you to make it up to him, to convince him its him youlove.  This usually involves kissing himin various places until he breaks and cuddles you tightly.

Does things for you, subtly manipulates you until he’sindispensable .  Probably a lot ofgaslighting, playing on your guilt and shit to get his way.  After all, no one loves you like he lovesyou.

Not violent per se, like he’s not likely to try and beat thehell out of someone for talking to you. He is subversive though, would probably poison someone if he could getaway with it.  Usually, he hovers toomuch for anyone to even think aboutspending more than a second on you.

NSFW

Even though he doesn’t have a high sex drive, you still havesex a lot.  He makes you touch him, prove to him thatyou’re his all the time.  Most of the time,just kisses won’t do it.  He wants yourhand and mouth all over him.

Will force blowjobs if he can’t get anything else.  He can’t think with your mouth around hiscock, so it’s a win/win for him.  Tellsyou that you are a good girl and how much he loves you when you make him feelgood.

Will draw sex out for hours.  Totally into overstimulation.  Asks you every time he makes you come who youbelong to and if you love him.  Canliterally lie beside you and finger you forever, until you are sobbing and begginghim to stop.

Never takes you in places you might be caught, he doesn’twant anyone getting even a hint of your body. It’s his and it stays his.

Akashi Seijuro

Get ready to have every minute of your life controlled.  Like you are on his schedule – he tells youwhen to get up, when to eat, when to bath, when to do your homework, what homework to do, when to sleep.  If he thinks you need extra lessons to be whohe needs you to be, you bet you will be doing those lessons.

He doesn’t need to be violent to get his point across,although he probably has.  Makes thosewho come near you kneel before him and bow their heads.  Destroys their families instead.  Literally everyone is terrified of even lookingat you.

He’s crazy, but he’s very soft with you.  Strokes your hair, kisses your forehead, hugsyou tightly, no matter where you are.  Iswith you as much as he can be and makes you come to practice and other thingshe has to do just so he can be with you.

Not jealous – why would he be jealous?  But possessive off the metric.  Even the GoM aren’t allowed to talk to youwithout him there.  Checks your phone andyour email periodically.

Will absolutely isolate you from your family if it’snecessary.  He prefers not to be forcedinto that, so be a good girl, hm?

NSFW

Orgasm denial.  So.Much.  Like, if he thinks you’vedisobeyed him, or if you’ve irritated him in some way, he will literally teaseyou for days without relief.  And don’teven think of doing it yourself or your punishment will be ten timesworse.  Don’t force him to hurt you,Reader-chan

Marks.  All themarks.  Mostly where others can’t see,because he doesn’t want people speculating or doubting your character.  Will leave one or two where others can seeand expects that you will not cover them.

Wants to hear you beg. Will tie you up in a variety of positions and stroke your clit gentlyuntil you are insane and crying.  Untilyou beg for his cock.  

Takes away your senses so that you can only feel him.  It makes him feel powerful, and the feelingis addicting.  No one makes him feel likeyou do.

Be a good girl and he will make you feel very good.

[miharou]

Years’ worth

Title: Years’ worth

Pairing: He Tian x Mo Guan Shan

Rating: T

Summary: It was supposed to be just a fancy bbq. Nothing more.

Note: This takes place after the time skip when the boys are few years older!

AN: This fic was based on this ask (ask concerns chapter 284), it somehow inspired me, but the outcome wasn’t what I expected at all (lol)… Because somehow this turned a lot hornier (and like +1000 words longer) than it was supposed to?? Oh well… Not sure what to think. So let me know what you think!

AO3

Years’ worth

Right now, Guan Shan could immediately tell what He Tian had in mind. He had seen that look on his face before, had seen that body language before, the way his eyes lingered a little longer than usual, his dark eyes staring straight at him before he would come for him. Not that there was much distance to close between them in begin with, after all, he was already right there, sitting next to him, his presence looming over him possessively. Guan Shan had told him to sit on the other side of the table, but no, it was He Tian he was talking to, of course he did just what he wanted. It wasn’t that the seat was cramped, no, on the other hand, it had plenty of room for two people, but being trapped between a wall and He Tian often led to… things. Things that which made Guan Shan often lose his cool and want to punch or get away from He Tian, things that which made his pulse rate instantly rise to heavens and neck unwantedly throb, almost as if expecting, remembering the gentle, barely touching lips on his skin and tightly hugging arms around his body… And this scent. He Tian’s scent. Guan Shan could feel He Tian’s body inching closer to his, his heat prying on his skin. Or maybe the heat and hotness in the air was coming the big barbeque grill on the table, the private room He Tian had reserved for dinner ridiculously fancy and the restaurant surely expensive as hell, the meat on the plates waiting to be grilled looking absolutely mouthwatering.

“Cut the crap, you’re too close,” Guan Shan nudged He Tian with his elbow and surprisingly he backed off a little. Damn his heart was racing. Racing so hard he thought it would jump out of his chest, his palms already slightly sweaty. His eyes darted back to the food the waiter had just brought in. Everything looked amazing, various foods neatly and beautifully placed on the plates, almost too fancy to even eat. The meat in particular, it looked high class, just like the ones he had seen on some tv-shows his mom had watched at home every now and then, some shows about people trying out high cuisine restaurants. He gulped, betting it would taste nothing like he had had before. His mind on the food he picked up the chopsticks and moved some of the meat on the grill, delicious aromas instantly filling the air.

It seemed like for once He Tian was taking the hint, it amazed Guan Shan a bit.

Or at least it seemed so. For 5 seconds or so.

Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched, huh?

Guan Shan could recognize that hand anywhere. Unexpectedly, his heart skipped a beat and he blamed it on the suddenness, the element of surprise his excuse on everything. The fingers curled around his nape, and for a moment he felt uncomfortable. What if He Tian could feel his pulse on his neck? Because his heart was already back to going crazy, tension building in his muscles at his own awareness of the situation. What was it with him today? He was already used to He Tian and his manners for no personal space, his way of invading his personal space and touching him easily, and for some odd reason he especially seemed to like his neck area, it really was his favourite spot Guan Shan had come to notice… But if he was so used to it, why was he so aware of everything today? A slight massage on his nape kept his thoughts on the matter, He Tian’s fingers gently rubbing over his skin again and again. His touch was hotter than usual, a shiver or two running along Guan Shan’s spine along the movements. The air in the room still felt weirdly hot. Guan Shan glared at the grill, determined it was the cause for the sweat slowly gathering on his skin. He Tian’s fingers grazed over the black stud on left his ear, and Guan Shan could feel his stare on him. He tilted his head so he could give him a death stare. He was here to eat, not for any bullshit. He Tian didn’t seem to mind anything, his mood not swayed at all. A teasing smile grew on his lips.

“Little Mo, what’s that look for?”

The chopsticks still on his other hand, Guan Shan’s free hand slashed to remove He Tian’s from his neck, and impatiently he went for He Tian’s neck instead, the distance between them diminishing greatly. The dark eyes staring at him narrowed slightly, but Guan Shan could tell that He Tian wasn’t really that alarmed. Somehow it pissed him off. He gripped a little firmer and long fingers wound up around his wrist, question following from the satisfied looking lips: “What comes next?”

He could feel that breath on his skin, warm air passing softly on his already heated skin. Guan Shan looked at He Tian’s moving mouth, a thought dawning on his mind: since when had he lowered his gaze down to He Tian’s lips? His eyes shot back at waiting dark eyes, the sizzle of cooking meat suddenly loud in his ears. He Tian was already leaning in, Guan Shan’s body instinctively leaning away from him, but black hair was already reaching his eye level and coming closer. He knew what was coming next, what it would feel like, He Tian had done it occasionally, and Guan Shan knew and did not knew what it all meant. His breath picked up, mind slowly going blank as heated blow of air landed on his sweaty skin. He waited for it, wanted it, expected it, but one thing still bothered him: why was it so damn hot in this room? His grip on He Tian was already nonexistent, fingers slipping away from his skin and before he knew it, he had fixed his touch, thump sliding under his jaw while the rest of his fingers rested on the side of his head, his now firm hold forcing He Tian to look up at him. It didn’t take even a second, He Tian’s eyes widening significantly at the change of plans as Guan Shan awkwardly looked down at him, a nervous breath on his lips before he closed the gap and pressed his lips on He Tian’s. He hadn’t planned on doing this today, but he had admitted to himself that this would happen eventually, how, when, where, he hadn’t ever thought that far. Unlike he imagined, He Tian was oddly obedient, not an inch of movement from his side for the second or two his lips rested against He Tian’s. Hesitantly, Guan Shan broke off, his eyes lingering on He Tian’s lips before he was mentally ready to back away and face the look on He Tian. When he finally got back some of his personal space and dared lift his gaze, he was met with a stunned, dumbfounded face, and Guan Shan kind of wanted to mock him for being so taken by surprise. Just as he snickered smugly and was about to retort something nasty, a strong palm reached in his short hair and pulled him back, heavy breath landing on lips before stealing them in another kiss. It was nothing like his nervous, brief, heart beating touch, no, this was clearly hungry, experimenting, He Tian trying his boundaries, desperate desire unleashing as he pried his lips kiss after kiss. Guan Shan was overwhelmed, unable to do anything than kiss back for a moment, accept all of those devouring kisses eating him, breath jagged as he a moment later tried to break apart, his words dropping one by one from lips. Fuck, he was going to kill He Tian..!

“The meat… is going… to burn…!!!”

Guan Shan’s breath hitched loudly as something slipped inside his mouth, He Tian’s tongue soon going over for a brief swipe to taste his. A quiet hum of satisfied moan landed on Guan Shan’s ears, and he felt his already hot face radiate even stronger. Why did that just now sound… that good? Everything was on fire, his senses overloading as he kissed He Tian back, out of breath, lips throbbing hotly against each kiss he received, each kiss he gave back to He Tian. He took his palm against He Tian’s chest, trying to get him to calm down, trying to get him come to his senses and it seemed like he finally took the hint, their hard breaths mingling as He Tian stopped his selfish advances. A second or five passed, Guan Shan easing his death grip on the chopsticks he still held on his other hand. He leaned away, claiming his own personal space back and taking one more look of still a bit breathless He Tian. A stupid mistake, he soon found out.

“Thanks for the meal,” He Tian said, a twist of playfulness and satisfaction on his lips soon after.

“We haven’t even started eating yet?!” Guan Shan fumed, hurriedly facing the table and working on the meat in the barbeque grill, “And asshole, what were you going to do if this meat had burned into ashes?! You shouldn’t waste food! Especially this expensive!”

“So fierce, little Mo~! I’ll treat you something better, come to my place today after this.”

“Go to hell.”

“Is that a yes?”

Guan Shan gathered the half burned meat in a plate and pushed it in front of He Tian.

“This is your fault. You eat it. And DON’T say whatever you’re about to say.”

He Tian reached towards Guan Shan. He was on alert, the greasy chopsticks in his hand swiftly between them like a barrier.

“I’m starving.”

“Eat your food,” Guan Shan nodded coldly towards the plate.

“I’m not talking about that.”

Fuck. He felt the heat instantly on his face. He cursed his expressive body.

“Scram already.”

He Tian retreated back, grabbing a pair of chopsticks for himself from the table. He glanced back at Guan Shan, his face still a match with his red hair.

“I love it when your body’s so honest~”

“What the chicken dick are saying, fuck, you’re ruining the dinner…” Guan Shan grumbled annoyed. It was impossible to make a dent on He Tian’s mood when he was feeling that good. He had tried before a few times and it never worked. It annoyed the hell out of him, but as he grilled the meat, the food was soon the only thing he could think of. The texture and flavour was pure bliss as he expected, nothing compared to the cheap meat he bought for dinner, it was such a shame he could not have this every day. He ignored the annoying pest next to him, He Tian’s chopsticks moving around the burned bits on his plate while throwing side glances at Guan Shan. After the meal, He Tian promised to drive Guan Shan back, telling him he would take him home, home ending up meaning He Tian’s home. That evening his lips throbbed, his red, thin lips turning puffy and sore as He Tian craved for years’ worth of his lips.