#cw: suggestive content

[plum-pitt]

Logan: “Shit. I just realized I don’t have any extra clothes here.”

Wade: “Oh it’s no biggie, I figured that might be a problem. You can just wear mine until we get you some of your own.”

Logan, opening Wade’s Wardrobe: “Oh thank yo-“

Wades Clothes:

[bernard-the-rabbit]

The look of love, the rush of blood

[angel-dust-addict]

@radi0activesmile

Angel knew when he woke up that something was wrong. He was too clear-headed. He was no longer desperate and overheated. And it was only the morning of the seventh day of his heat. Yet the symptoms of it had all but vanished. He was still horny, yes, but that was no longer all he could think about. Something was not right.

Shoulders tense, he turned over and rested his head on Alastor's shoulder. "Hey, Al?"

His voice was soft and a little tense, a reflection of his mood right now. He wasn't sure Alastor would see a problem here. But Angel knew his body, and this ache for the stag to touch him was not what it should be. At least he wasn't going to be quite so all over Alastor, but something about this wasn't right.

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the song “night crawling” from Miley Cyrus (feat. Billy Idol) from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 250

Drarry microfic: happy pills

Cw: drug use & suggestive content

“You want one?”

Harry looked at the colourful pills on Draco’s palm. Underneath the colourful lights above them, they looked to be changing colours every few seconds.

“What is this?”

The smirk that grew on Draco’s face sent shivers down Harry’s spine. “They’re happy pills.”

He watched as Draco popped a pill in his mouth, closing his eyes in content. When he opened them again, Harry swore his silver eyes were glowing softly. “Take one,” Draco offered again.

Slowly, Harry took one of the pills between his thumb and index finger. He studied it closely before putting it on his tongue. It immediately dissolved, leaving a weirdly sweet taste behind on his tongue.

“I got them from a wizard on a corner of Diagon Alley,” Draco said. His voice was barely audible above the music of the club. “They work wonders to get everything loose.”

Harry raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question it further. Instead, he looked around the club. At all the people dancing and drinking. At the smoke and the glitter falling down on the dance floor. It looked like a fairytale.

“Do you feel it?” Draco said in his ear. His breath was warm, inviting. They were standing close, so close Harry could feel the outline of Draco’s body pressing up against him. “Can you hear it calling your name?”

Harry closed his eyes. And for once, he let loose of the last bits of control he had. He let the feeling of freedom finally take over.

Prompt from May 19th

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[bejoomi]

a soft epilogue

joomi knows something is wrong when he gets home after training and sees jinyoung's shoes by the door. he almost trips as he takes his off, too eager to find him, because jinyoung shouldn't be here. joomi would love for it to be okay for him to be here, but it's not. he has lime dorm curfew, or something.

and yet there moon jinyoung is, faceplanted on joomi's couch. he doesn't bother to move as joomi enters, aside from turning his head to face him. he looks equal parts pathetic and dead inside.

"hey," joomi says, softly, like the way he used to speak to biscuit early on in his time visiting her at the cat cafe.

speaking of biscuit – joomi has to move her off the couch so he can sit down beside jinyoung.

"i know i am committing a cardinal sin moving you right now empress biscuit, but we need dad time," he says to the cat, carefully setting her down on the ground. he knows very well that she'll jump back up on the sofa if she decides she wants to participate in the coming conversation.

when he sits down, jinyoung crawls over the remaining distance to lay his head in his lap, and joomi's fingers thread through his hair like it's instinct now.

"what happened?" he asks, voice still soft.

and jinyoung explains: dropped from project green, given the chance to stay in lime for a slim shot at another debut years in the future, or leave. he took the latter option.

"no..." joomi says, equal parts shocked and sad.

he was so close. he was so close to achieving his dream. how could lime let him get so close, just to take it away like that? how could lime not want jinyoung in their next boy group? sure, he's not the best singer – or at least he wasn't the last time joomi heard him – but he's a fantastic dancer, a better rapper than most of limes' boy groups, in joomi's opinion, and he's funny. and beautiful. how is that not everything lime could want?

"sit up for a sec, i need to hug you," joomi adds a moment later. jinyoung does, and joomi pulls him into his arms as he slumps against him. joomi holds him tight, rubs his back, and says, "i'm sorry. that's really stupid of them and you deserve better than that." he presses a soft kiss to the side of jinyoung's head.

"i don't want to let go of you," joomi mutters after several long moments like that. it's been a while, he realizes – since he's gotten to hold jinyoung like this. he feels bad for finding a small joy in jinyoung's heartbreak. i missed you, he wants to say, but he knows it's not the time.

instead, he suggests they move so they can just lay down in his bed. jinyoung just flops down on it like a beached whale, and joomi jokes about jinyoung making his bed stinky because he didn't take a shower. joomi doesn't take a shower either, though. he just changes into his pajamas and flops down right beside jinyoung.

jinyoung ends up in his arms again, head on his chest, as he mumbles sleepy complaints. joomi mostly just validates them, and runs his fingers through jinyoung's hair like always, hoping it soothes him.

eventually, joomi asks, "do you want to keep trying?" to be an idol, he means.

"i don't know," jinyoung answers. that's fair enough. it'll take time to grieve this opportunity, and the dream he was so close to achieving. joomi's heart hurts for him.

but as they fall into a comfortable silence, part of joomi wonders if he was right – if jinyoung would've been happier if he stayed in delta with him and the others. maybe they would still be happily training together now, laying on a practice room floor laughing about how bad jinyoung swears joomi still is at dancing. maybe they would debut together in a few months, and joomi would direct jinyoung on how to sing the parts of the songs he wrote specifically with him in mind. maybe they would get to fall asleep and wake up together for years, and win awards together, and everything else that comes with sharing a dream.

or maybe they wouldn't have. maybe they would've debuted in three months and broken up two months after, ruining the entire mood and vibe of the group until one of them just left and ruined everything.

he doesn't know. if he was right, he's never been so unhappy to be. if he was wrong, it still feels just as bad. none of it matters anyway, because their universe – the only one that matters – is this: jinyoung, a mere week later, telling joomi he wants to enlist in the military. jinyoung, leaving for 18 months, right when joomi was starting to catch his breath and adjust to him as a more present fixture in his life again.

jinyoung breaks the news lightheartedly: something about breaking up for 18 months so he can get his ass kicked at boot camp. it still feels a little like being gutted. it feels a lot like they're on borrowed time.

that's what it always is with them, though, isn't it? joomi never gets enough time with him, before jinyoung is moving on to the next thing, with little regard for how much it hurts him. a lot of times it isn't even jinyoung's fault, though. it's like the universe, dunking his head underwater over and over again, as soon as he gets enough air to survive the next attempted drowning.

joomi's instinct is to ask is loving me not enough to stay? he doesn't, though. he knows that's a bad thing to ask, and he doesn't want to make jinyoung's next major life change about him again. that went badly when he told him he was going to lime. he'll learn from that mistake.

he can't help but feel it, though. why can't jinyoung just stay for a while? why can't they just be happy and in love?

but he knows jinyoung wouldn't be happy. joomi would leave for training every day and jinyoung would be stuck, ruminating, reflecting on his perceived failures, with little to no direction in his life.

he wishes love was enough. he wants so badly for love to be enough.

maybe he's quiet for too long, laying beside jinyoung once again, absentmindedly tracing the lines on his palm. when he does speak, it's just to say, "you're sure?"

yeah. jinyoung is sure.

joomi rolls over so he can look at him. he wordlessly maps out the planes of his face, like jinyoung is a picture he only gets a few moments to memorize before he has to reconstruct it in some kind of stupid puzzle.

18 months. joomi already waited on jinyoung for a year at this point – what's another 18 months?

it's a lot, is what it is, especially for someone who can't even agree to officially be joomi's boyfriend. joomi could wait. he would wait, but...should he?

so he asks. "are you...going to want to be with me in 18 months? do you want me to wait for you to come back?"

"i don't know...i can't really predict the future," jinyoung replies. "you don't have to wait. but if we're both still single in 18 months, and we're still feeling it, then..."

maybe. can joomi be happy with that? he has to be, doesn't he? he's quiet for a long time, processing. it's better than no. it's honest, as jinyoung always is. it's enough.

"call me when you get out," joomi says. "if it's meant to work it will." he smiles, just barely.

he believes it, though. a lot can change in 18 months, but a lot can stay the same, too. maybe they'll meet again on the other side of all of this, love still lingering and easily reignited. or maybe the temporal nature of love has had its fill with them, and this is all they will ever be.

in retrospect, it's been a bit of a mess. but joomi wouldn't change anything, and in many ways...this is probably the perfect way for things to end, if this is the end. they will end off on a high note, parting on good terms – no bitterness. they can keep the good memories without any rancor. joomi will not be angry, or tormented, or terribly depressed – hopefully. he'll surely be heartbroken, and it will surely hurt, but it could also surely be a lot worse.

"how long do we have?" joomi asks next.

jinyoung wants to enlist as soon as possible, which is far too soon for joomi's liking. he tries to bargain with him, to wait until after his birthday in january, or to at least wait until christmas, or, or, or –

they get two weeks. joomi understands why. jinyoung can't justify being unemployed and leeching off of sooyoung for much longer than that, and finding a job that will be fine with him leaving in another month will be difficult. it's the practical thing to do.

but joomi doesn't want practical. he wants to love him forever.

but it doesn't really matter what joomi wants. this is jinyoung's choice to make, and life will go on, whether he wants it to or not.

it doesn't stop him from admitting, "i wanted you to keep me for a little longer," voice quiet, tucking his head against the crook of jinyoung's neck. then, he whispers, "a lot longer, if i'm honest."

jinyoung is the one to run his fingers through joomi's hair this time, and he breathes out an uncharacteristic apology. joomi hums in protest. he pulls away and kisses jinyoung's cheek.

"i'm happy," he says, even as his voice cracks with emotion. he can't help but laugh at himself as he continues, "i'm happy with – the time we got. i'm just not –" he pauses to collect himself, fights back the tears prickling at the back of his eyes. "i'm not r-ready..." his voice trails off. i'm not ready for this to be over. i'm not ready to say goodbye to you yet. "in two weeks...i'll be ready," he says, with a nod that is just as much for his own sake as it is jinyoung's.

two weeks. two weeks to finish out their whirlwind of a love story. it's not nearly enough time, but it never is, is it?

"i'm going to love you so hard and well for the next two weeks that you won't be able to stop thinking about me once you leave," he decides, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes to replace the tears there moments ago. sure, it's an innuendo, but he means it sincerely, too. he wants jinyoung to leave knowing how much he loves him. he'll risk it being scary or overwhelming, because this will all be over soon, anyway. what's the point of holding back now?

jinyoung laughs, though, and asks him if that's a promise.

joomi nods. "you're going to get a medical exemption because you won't be able to walk," he jokes. half jokes, really.

"oh, is that your plan?" jinyoung laughs again, raising an eyebrow.

"that's my plan." joomi grins, and pulls jinyoung in for a kiss.

this is how he wants them to go out: laughing. and with great sex, if they're lucky.

– 🎵 –

they spend the next two weeks trying to speedrun all the cliches of being in love.

it turns out they are not so good at cliches, though.

when joomi buys him roses, jinyoung mostly just laughs, and that's fine – he mostly just did it because of jinyoung joking about expecting more roses when joomi told him his ideal confession, anyway.

they try to do the candlelit dinner thing, but joomi is the one to laugh this time, because everything is so serious and feels so stuffy and they are surrounded by straight people, it just feels weird. so they drink a couple glasses of wine and skip out, ending up over-dressed at the shitty bar they ran into each other in on seollal last year. jinyoung steals french fries off joomi's plate even though he has his own again, and joomi lightheartedly smacks his hand away over and over to no avail. they just laugh, and god, joomi loves him. god, he's going to miss him so much.

they go to lotte world again. joomi says it's for jinyoung's birthday again – doesn't say that he would've taken him anyway. jinyoung isn't as overwhelmed by childish whimsy and joy as he was the first time they went together, but there's enough of it for joomi to feel warm and content again.

they ride joomi's favorite stupid balloon ride, and joomi holds jinyoung's hand as they stare at the rest of the park below them. joomi looks over at jinyoung, watching the way the light reflects off his face, and the glimmer of fascination in his eyes, and wonders if he will ever love someone like this again. probably not. definitely not. however he loves from now on will be different from this. maybe not better, or worse – just different. he somehow finds comfort in that, because he doesn't want to love anyone else like this. he doesn't want to love anyone else period, really, but he won't close himself off to it, if only because he knows jinyoung doesn't want him to.

jinyoung looks over at him, smiles, says, "what?" like he already knows the answer.

"trying to develop a photographic memory," joomi replies.

jinyoung poses like he would for a real picture. joomi laughs and kisses him, muttering, "you're beautiful," in between them.

"gay," jinyoung replies, but he kisses him again anyway, and joomi can't help but smile against his mouth.

they go to the club where jinyoung first heard joomi play music, back in the eat schmidt days, and sit at the same places at the bar as they did then – jinyoung didn't remember, but joomi does. of course joomi remembers.

"this is where it all started for me, i think," joomi tells him, after buying jinyoung a drink. jinyoung, still with all the animosity in the world for him, leaning into his personal space. if you want me to fuck you that badly...then that's too bad, he said then. joomi felt equal parts fear and thrill then, and jinyoung ensured that night that joomi would never stop thinking about him. much to his chagrin.

"don't lie," jinyoung replies. "you were obsessed with me as soon as you met me."

joomi laughs. "you wish." there was a time he genuinely hated moon jinyoung. it just wasn't for as long as he pretends it was.

ultimately it all worked out, though – if the situation they're in now can be considered working out. joomi tries not to think about it too much. (he still isn't ready.)

– 🎵 –

it's near the end of their days together, in the afterglow, joomi carding his fingers through jinyoung's damp hair, that he says it.

"joomi," jinyoung murmurs, in the way you only can following the best sex of your life.

joomi hums, indication that he's listening.

"i love you." it's simple. light. almost effortless, though he imagines jinyoung put a great deal of thought into this before his brain turned into the mush it is now.

joomi smiles, equal parts bright and tender. "i know," he teases, and kisses him, and his nose, and his cheeks. of course he knows – or he does most of the time, anyway. there's always room for doubt when you're jung joomi, but not anymore. jinyoung loves him.

"i love you too," he breathes, still smiling. he kisses him again, and adds, "thank you for not making me wait 50 years." he would've been sad if by the end of all of this, jinyoung still didn't tell him, he thinks. something in him would've felt empty for it. not now, though. now, his heart feels full enough to burst.

"figured i could express ship it, considering the circumstances," jinyoung jokes, smiling himself.

joomi kisses him again, and again, and again, all soft and tender. "i love you," he repeats, and after another kiss, adds, "so much." there's a jolt of anxiety in him, then – habitual fear that compels him to say, "sorry," eyes wide, in case it's too much.

jinyoung just grabs his face and kisses him again, harder – and says "don't think too much," when they pull away to breathe.

jinyoung knows kissing him makes joomi's brain short-circuit, surely. if he wanted to empty joomi's skull of every coherent thought for a few moments, mission accomplished.

when he recovers, joomi's first instinct is to apologize again. instead, he takes a moment to breathe. he looks at jinyoung, and the warmth in his sleepy eyes. you love me, he thinks in awe. these final days and moments are too precious to waste stuck in his own head. "okay," he agrees softly, smile on his face just as soft to match.

– 🎵 –

it's their last night together, jinyoung's freshly-shaven head resting on joomi's chest again, that it's joomi's turn to talk.

he doesn't know what to do with his hands when they aren't in jinyoung's hair, but he supposes it's time to learn. he wraps his arms around him instead, using one hand to rub jinyoung's back.

"are you still awake?" he whispers after a while.

"no," jinyoung replies, and joomi smiles.

"i...just wanted to say, before i can't anymore, that, um..." he probably should've practiced or something. maybe written what he wanted to say on his arm so he wouldn't forget anything. he knows no matter what he says now, he will think of things he wishes he could say to jinyoung after he's gone.

he'll do his best to cover it all now, though.

"even though you didn't always make it easy," he laughs lightly, "i, um...i've loved loving you. some of the happiest moments of my life...are with you now. so, i wanted to say thank you, for everything. for letting me love you, and for loving me too. i'm going to miss you so much. but even if this is the end for us, i'm going to remember this time of my life really fondly. forever, i think. so...yeah. i just...wanted you to know."

jinyoung is quiet for a long moment, then chuckles, "you talk so much." he lifts his head, though, and closes the distance between them so he can kiss him. joomi laughs softly in between kisses that are just as soft.

when jinyoung lays his head back down, joomi reaches for his hair on instinct. nothing is there, so he just gently scratches jinyoung's weird buzzcut scalp. jinyoung hums contentedly, not so unlike a cat purring, so he takes that as a sign that it feels good.

"i love you, moon jinyoung," he whispers.

"me too," he replies.

– 🎵 –

when it comes time to see jinyoung off, joomi is still not ready to say goodbye, but he's as ready as he'll ever be.

he holds onto jinyoung's hands, sure his boyfriend-or-whatever-he-is-or-was can feel how sweaty his own are.

it's fine. he still clears his throat, and tries to look at jinyoung very earnestly when he says, "jinyoung, i'm afraid it's not going to work. we have to break up. you just look too ugly with a buzzcut."

joomi has always been a bad actor, though, so when jinyoung laughs, he does too.

"that's not what you said last night," jinyoung jokes in response, and joomi laughs again, in the way you do when you're approximately two seconds away from bawling like a little baby.

joomi kisses him, quickly, one last time, though his hands linger on his face. he stares at him for a few long moments, trying to memorize him again.

he decides, then, that he doesn't have to. 18 months is not that long. he knows he'll see him again when he returns, if only because he can hear sooyoung sniffling beside him and joomi couldn't possibly leave her alone while jinyoung is away. jinyoung will definitely come back for his sister, even if he doesn't come back for joomi.

"okay," he says, with a decisive nod. he lets his hands fall back to his sides. "do your best. don't get kicked out. and call me when you're done. i mean it, okay?"

jinyoung grins – the smile where his eyes turn into perfect little crescents – and nods, and joomi can't help the way his heart clenches anyway.

joomi pulls him into a hug one last time, but lets sooyoung get the final hug and final words.

when it's time for jinyoung to go – to really go – joomi salutes him in farewell, just for fun.

as he walks away, joomi reaches his hand out for sooyoung, who is quick to grab it. he squeezes her hand.

18 months isn't that long. he could wait. he would wait, but he won't try to. if new love comes for him between now and jinyoung's return, he'll try to open his heart and mind to it, because sure, love is temporary – but it might be worth it. it was with jinyoung, in the end.

or maybe 18 months will pass at lightning speed, jinyoung will call him, and they'll fall right back into each other's arms like nothing has changed. maybe distance will make the heart grow fonder, as they say.

joomi doesn't know. jinyoung was right – they can't predict the future. but he realizes, with relief, that he's excited to see what theirs looks like.

[gamebunny-advance]

Tiny Tatiana makes me imagine like, a chibi NSR TV show where the characters go on fun little adventures and cause mischief while Tatiana is trying to hold everyone on a leash and failing^^ fun and awesome

A leash huh... Funny you should mention something like that, 'cus I have a scapped comic with something to that effect, but I scrapped it for being a little... uh... well...

[bejinyoung]

last act.

@bejoomi

he's been in this position a lot lately, he realizes. sweaty, still a little breathless, but basking in the quiet and contentment that follows release. it's joomi in bed with him again, of course, equally breathless and beautiful as they both come down from another amazing high. when was the last time jinyoung kept someone around this long? when was the last time he was so comfortable with another human sleeping in his bed at night, waking up to that same face in the morning, and blearily grumbling over a cup of coffee in the kitchen? he wouldn't be so dumb as to call it domestic or a relationship or anything of that nature. but it might be... something.

it's precisely because it might be something that jinyoung feels it coming to an end. this is what always happens to him; it's not so much the worry about someone catching feelings for him, but the other way around. if jinyoung starts coveting someone, wanting their time and attention more deeply than just on a whim, what will he do when they lose interest in him? he had already said enough good byes for a lifetime by the time he hit double digits; he promised himself no more, not unnecessarily. does he think joomi will disappear on him? someday, probably. there was a time in joomi's life before jinyoung where he was seemingly perfectly happy. there surely will be a time after too.

at least this time, the end is looking like something jinyoung won't have to call himself. with any luck, the universe will answer his prayers and the parting of ways will be out of his hands, for the most part. if he signs a contract, his hand does have a part in it. but really, it's the time demands of an entertainment company that will be his excuse. hopefully. maybe. two callbacks is pretty exciting, regardless.

"what are you going to do when i'm not around to do this to you?" jinyoung muses aloud, not quite realizing that his thoughts have partially become verbal. he traces his fingers along joomi's skin, feather-light and fondly smiling despite talk of leaving. "i'm still the best you've ever had, right?"

he leans over, suddenly filled with the urge to kiss joomi. so he does, perhaps too tenderly. he'd blame it on the warm, fuzzy feelings that tend to spring up post-coitus. "i have callbacks from companies," he tells joomi, pressing a kiss to his shoulder in lieu of punctuating the thought. "knock on wood, if everything goes right you might see a lot less of me." it should be sad, and maybe it sorta is. but mostly, jinyoung can't help but be excited to be taking a step forward again after so many backwards. for some reason, he expects joomi to feel the same for him.

[what-yadoking-likes]

[Link to part 11 here] [Hey guys I’m Yado famously known for starting shit and not finishing it because she realises it’s way bigger than the cute one-two-three shot she’d initially planned]

Hearing Hoxton’s voice brought back that terrible image that had replayed in Wolf’s brain all last night - his fingers inching up that woman’s skirt, reaching up to finger-fuck her exactly how he wanted to be finger-fucked by him. 

Wolf spluttered around the cigarette.

“Choke up chicken, there’s a duck in the oven.” Hoxton said, amused.

When Wolf had finished his coughing fit, he turned to stare at the Brit. He was stood leaning casually against the brickwork of the Safehouse, smoking his own cigarette with a relieved sigh.

He should really address the other stuff first, but Wolf was not known for making wise decisions.

“You... what did you say?”

Hoxton chuckled to himself, gazing off to the side fondly.

“It’s somethin’ me Nan used to say whenever one of us started coughin’. ‘Choke up chicken, there’s a duck in the oven.’ Always coming out with stupid sayings, she is.” Hoxton turned his gaze back to Wolf, his wistful smile curling into a slight frown. “You alright, Wolfie?”

‘No, I’m not alright. I thought you and I had something before you went and got yourself locked up, and then the first night we have out as a group together I see you making out with some girl in a dirty fucking nightclub. Oh, and let’s not forget how I was forced into surgery to remove the Hanahaki disease I had because of you, because I was in love with you and almost died. So, no. I’m not fucking alright, mate.’

“I’m hungover,” was what Wolf said instead, knowing that despite the shower he still looked haggard, his skin splotchy and uneven, his eyes darkened with bruise-like dark circles, his eyes bloodshot from a lack of proper sleep. Compared to the others even when he was well-rested and hydrated, Wolf felt inadequate - he didn’t have the suave charm that Dallas had - he couldn’t flirt like Sokol, thrumming with boundless energy promising filth and debauchery all night long - and he wasn’t as attractive as them, either.

And then there was Hoxton. Hoxton, with his sleek, black hair. Wolf wanted to bury his face in it, drink in his scent, tug at the roots, see whether Hoxton liked a pinch of pain to his pleasure. 

The swagger and confidence that had Wolf weak at the knees, willing to do whatever he asked. Hell, he’d sink to his knees right there and then if Hoxton asked him to.

That clever tongue with witticisms, biting sarcasm and funny jibes. Surely it was just as clever at kissing, at licking, at parting his cheeks and -

[ironlvngs]

@sassa-fiske A smirk lifted the corners of her lips, Sassa rocking in closer to Link as their fingers grasped her waist, unable to help the roll of her hips against him, pissed as she may be. “For research purposes,” she repeated, hand sliding back through his hair before curling around his neck, gently trailing her nails along the sensitive skin there. She let him pull her down, though her fingers moved around his neck to tighten on his throat as she forward so her lips just barely ghosted against his. “I think....” her voice trailed off, Sassa tightening her grasp on his throat even further as she fully kissed Link, tugging his lower lip in between her teeth before she pulled back, nails digging into his skin at this point. “That’s just too fucking bad for you, then,” she said against their mouth, pulling back after she spoke, her barely contained anger starting to shine through as her eyes met theirs again. 

anticipation of sassa's next move was moving like lightning throughout link's body, their hips moving against each other, his hands wandering her torso and chest. she took his lips in a kiss, and then in between her teeth, and link had to suppress a small moan from escaping him in that moment. her grip around his neck began to tighten, which link was into — until he was not, and her nails were digging into his skin, and it was suddenly the kind of pain that not just teetered on the line of pleasure and concern, but crossed it. she pulls back abruptly, and the look on her features tells them that they were right to feel concern. link grimaces at the feeling of her nails at his skin, and looks up at her. " — what, is this whole dominatrix thing a new kink of yours i'm about to discover ? " there's a mockery in his tone, but link couldn't confidently say it turned him off at all.

[thedeafprophet]

Being called out 😭

[bamsara]

Lamb in a bunny suit trend (ft scythe and veil props, thanks Narinder)

[angel-dust-addict]

Vox will just Kneel Down and Admire~ @the-one-who-killed-the-radio

@the-one-who-killed-the-radio

"Well, that's a change," Angel commented. He was used to Vox by now and had learned enough about the overlord that this didn't surprise him too much. As such, it just got a smirk from him. "Normally I'd expect ta be tha one endin' up on my knees. But I gotta say, ya look pretty good down there."

[2-dsimp]

Would Temothy like it if his darling dressed up in one of those sexy cow print undies? Complete with horns and a tail and thigh highs of course x3

『Featuring your Yandere Assistant paying your office a nightly visit』

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Cw: MDNI 🔞Fem!reader, Temothy going feral, mentions of breeding, impregnation, very suggestive

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It all started with you wanting to reward your devoted lover and Assistant. For always giving his all in producing the best results for the company. But it soon ended with you fearing for your capability to walk. Since the Bull hybrid who was trying his hardest to persuade you to let him inside you Your office.

Temothy can hardly stand it any longer - the bull’s desire for his darling boss wearing sexy cow print lingerie. Alongside the signature cow ear headband and cowbell that was dangling from the cute choker around their neck. Sent his head spinning and his balls itching to be emptied out in that sweet womb of yours.

Temothy: “My dear please open the door! I promise I won’t fuck you till my balls are empty—shit! That slipped out. Sorry, what I meant was…”

Your Assistant was trying and failing to convince you to open the door after nearly going feral. In trying to quite literally snatch you up and fuck you senseless on sight. Right then and there on top of your pristine desk. After catching a glimpse of your provocative choice in attire. By chance of walking in on you changing within the safety of your office after closing hours.

Y/n: “Tem I heard that! I’m sorry but I can’t open the door and risk having my office in complete shambles cuz of you”

Temothy nearly growled at your soft rejection as he had the insatiable urge to bully his heavy cock. That was leaking copious amounts of pre within his slacks within your velvety walls. The more you kept him away from your delectable form. The more his shaft was hardening in anticipation and need. To sink his meat deep inside your walls and knock you up with his calves. Despite his best attempts at trying to contain himself by gnawing on his bovine tail. But Your Assistant couldn’t conceal how much he looked like a bull that’s about to go rogue from seeing the color red.

The bull hybrid was quite literally hanging on his last thread of common sense before he crashes out. And turns into a polar opposite of himself that was a savage beast. Who wants nothing more than to satiate his needs than that of his sweet little cowgirl. So by total accident he broke the door off its hinges and glowered down at you with wide eyes. A big hungry expression on his face as he completely lost his mind. With you being the sole one to blame for his loss of composure.

[bejoomi]

* ♪ – somebody new

( cw: suggestive content )

sarang is sweet. sarang is nice and friendly and soft and joomi is sad and lonely and that isn't really enough of an excuse to sleep with him, but it's enough of an excuse for joomi, apparently, because that's what he does.

plus, why does he need an excuse? jinyoung is distant and jinyoung is not his boyfriend and with each passing day joomi feels more and more like he needs to move on. it's not like his unfortunate feelings for the man he used to hate are that longstanding; if anything, they're newfound feelings, but they're exhausting and it's painful and joomi knows it will never end well for him. whatever it even is. (nothing, really.)

so sarang says he wants to take him on a date and joomi says like, a friend date? and sarang agrees, and joomi thinks, why not? he deserves to do something fun with someone that actually wants to spend time with him, and he hopes he can forget about moon jinyoung for a while. even if it wasn't just a friend date, he deserves that too, doesn't he? it doesn't matter if he wishes he was with someone else, because what he wants is never going to happen. he'll just try to have fun, and to stop thinking about it.

it works and it doesn't. he does have fun, and he stops thinking just long enough to feel guilty once he starts thinking again.

guilty, because now, laying in between the sheets next to sarang, he really just misses jinyoung, and sarang deserves better than getting used as a distraction. he knows sarang will probably tell him that he doesn't mind, but joomi minds. god, he just wants to be happy. why is it so hard for any happiness to stay?

he knows sarang is perceptive enough to know something is wrong, too, and joomi doesn't want to make him ask. "sorry," he croaks, and he has no idea what to say next, really. "i, um..." he knows it's not that deep. he is not here with sarang because sarang is in love with him or vice versa, and he is still too embarrassed to express his unwanted affection for jinyoung out loud, but...he'll try, to do it in some way that isn't humiliating. "i've been sleeping with this guy...? and he's been like...busy, and weird, lately, so i haven't seen him as much, and i really just fucked you and was immediately like...damn...sarang is so nice but i miss the idiot that doesn't give a shit about me."

it's a little funny when he says it like that, but it's also pathetic, and joomi mostly feels the second part. "and i feel really bad. i know, or at least i think, you don't like me like that, but you're...a really nice guy, and never wanna use anybody, especially not...nice guys. and it's not your fault. you're genuinely great, i'm just..." his voice trails off, and when he finishes his thought, he says it quieter than the rest: "stupid."

– @sarangbe

[pricknim]

morning routine

[demonictacobeard]

Lilith, surprised when Adam’s contact picture shows up on her phone: Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re supposed to be dead aren’t you? I felt the deal break months ago

Adam, who got sick of his and Lucifer’s UST last night and made a move: I mostly lived bitch, I just had to ask YOU PICKED THE BORING ASS BEACHES OF PURGATORY OVER SEX WITH THAT MAN FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!