#everybody thirsting over him

[toomanybrainrots]

I have seen many people thirst over TFP Megatron and...

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—

I don't see the appeal, I'm sorry

He just looks like an old man to me no matter how i see it

[wingstobetorn]

I been seeing so much edits of this Belos guy now I gotta continue watching

[teddybeartoji]

zombie apocalypse au where you end up in a settlement and meet a cutiepie satoru. he's lived almost his entire life there – sure, he goes on runs every once in a while but you've been out there. it's different.

right?

the dark bags under your eyes have yet to fade but satoru has never heard you complain. he knows everybody gets a talk when they first come to this place; where they can get help, who they can talk to when if they have any problems. if you can't sleep. or eat. or if you still feel restless. it's understandable that the change from having to fight for your life on a daily basis to not even having to carry a gun with you is hard.

the food tastes weird when you're not starving and drinking water seems like a complete waste when you're not dying of thirst. the bed you sleep on is too soft, the sheets feel like silk and it makes your skin itch. it's off-putting.

and yet, not a single complaint has left your lips. you observe your surroundings while handing out pretty little smiles like they're candy. you say thank you and goodbye, you offer to help out with the chores that weren't even yours to begin with and you're willing to entertain the kids with silly jokes. it's an almost perfect mask.

but you're tense; your eyes are always scanning your environment despite the fact that you've been at the settlement for almost a week now. you stretch your lips to show your gratitude, but satoru sees the way your fist tightens whenever the room is too crowded. the way you pocket smaller snacks when you think that nobody is looking. the way you flinch at a faraway sound of a child's laugh.

satoru finds you utterly intriguing.

people come and go, but you... there's something different about you.

maybe it's the dark, murky look in your eyes whenever you're handling a knife. carving a piece of meat like it's something you do every day; your eyes are the only things that change – you give a small smile to the lady working next to you as a thank you for whatever kind of advice she just gave you. she pats the steak while laughing and satoru doesn't miss the way your lips twitch.

you lick the remnants of the meat that stick to your fingers, the liquid that dribbles down the side of your hand the second she turns around. and satoru can't look away.

but there's no obvious malice.

it's interesting.

satoru is no detective, but he's done his fair share of people looking. what else is there to do when you're locked behind big walls; people are interesting, especially now that the world has ended. they tick faster, they explode bigger. they shiver more, they cry more. the lies have more consequences. it's hard to trust others, it's hard to trust anybody at this point. but satoru's eyes are keen, more so than anyone else's there.

you're not some caged beast, you're no dog on a leash, but you're an animal nonetheless. satoru just doesn't know which one yet. which of the living things that reside in the woods is calm enough to get so close to other people? confident enough. arrogant enough.

which one of them is as curious as you are? as sly? which one of them knows how to hide their sharp teeth behind a warm smile? satoru promises to himself that he'll figure it out, no matter what it takes.

or maybe the 'something' is the way you handle yourself when things go south. you didn't look away when a walker that managed to slip in through the gates sank his teeth into a man's neck. when everybody else was in shock, their eyes set on the gory sight in front of them – you were the first to grab the closest thing resembling a weapon and to deal with it.

blood splattered all over your clean clothes, your hair, your face. but you paid it no mind. this is what you're used to, this is what's normal. taking a knife to the poor wailing man laying on the ground was nothing special either. you kneeled down beside him and looked him in the eyes as you did it.

desperate hands reached out for you as fear settled in his stomach. he grabbed onto the collar of your shirt and pulled you closer, pleas stumbling from his lips like a waterfall. but to you, he was dead already. there's no remorse, there's no guilt. you're not a killer, you're a survivor.

satoru's mind raced as he watched you work while all the other had turned away, their sobs barely reaching his ears. no remorse, no guilt.

he just thought the blood looked beautiful on you.

but you're keen, too.

you try not to pay him too much attention, you try not to look but you feel his curious eyes wherever you go. you hear him laugh and you see his big smiles. he likes to play with the kids and he likes to tease his peers. he seems to know just about everybody, mingling in their lives by acting like a cupid or just indulging in gossip like some high schooler.

but something rotten sprouts deep inside him as well.

there's blood on his hands and you know it the second your gazes meet from across the big dining hall. the corners of his eyes crinkle and his dimples make a show as he gives you a grin, sharp teeth shining right at you. he knows you and you know him.

a survivor always recognizes a survivor.

[kaisentine]

imagine rin snitching on you to sae about your little crush on him.

“…that was 11 years ago, sae.”

“you wanna watch big bro again?” the black-haired boy groans out in annoyance. “uh-huh!” you gleam out while smiling—flashing him with your braced teeth. you’ve been asking rin that question a lot recently and it’s starting to irk him a little bit. he isn’t stupid, he can put two and two together to compose a theory about you having something a little more than friendly feelings for his sibling. however, he can’t deny the fact that he does want to see his brother play too. that’s what brings you to the neighborhood’s field to watch the muddy-red-head kick around some stupid ball. it looks like sae didn’t seem to care about the two pairs of eyes watching him—it makes you question whether he even remembers rin shouting to him 30 minutes prior. “girl, you don’t even like soccer.” he deadpans next to you with this hands shoved into his jacket’s pockets—that is a very true statement—and the fact you don’t know anything about the sport other than playing against other people to shoot a ball into a goal. you stay silent to contemplate the answer (you’re lowkey just distracted by the way sae moves are so languid). “hey, i watch you play too!” you retort, suppressing the urge to punch his shoulder. “that’s because i ask you to,” so he’s doubling down and admitting he actually forces you to watch him play? ��but last time i checked, i don’t see big bro asking you.” he finishes before sticking his popsicle back into his mouth. there’s no arguing with that so you don’t respond any further.

rin is very observant—he can tell your body stiffens whenever sae comes onto your radar even just for a second. the way you stop mid-conversation to hold your breath when he asks rin (and you but you do nawt speak) what you guys want for dinner when you stay over. rin can’t contain his laughter when his brother leaves the room. “what are you laughing about?” you sound annoyed and flattened after holding your breath—he has to hold his hand up to signal you to just wait until he’s done laughing. “what the heck was that?” he says in between chuckles. you catch onto what he means by that… you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are, are you? “it wasn’t that funny!” you finally get to punch his shoulder in embarrassment after he makes it very apparent that you are quite obvious. despite the fact you haven’t ever actually vocalized to him that you like sae yet, you basically already have. but he’s like an ongoing court case—everybody is innocent until proven guilty.

it’s the way you refuse to go anywhere in the itoshi house unless you’re with rin. he thinks you’re insufferable when you have to insist there’s a ghost who doesn’t allow you to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water—good thing rin is an exorcist! he begrudgingly leads you downstairs only to lean against the wall to wait for you to finish getting your water. oh but if sae is also there? you crawl your way back up the stairs with rin following close behind you, whispering displeased questions. “you just said you were dying of thirst!” he whisper-shouts the moment he closes his bedroom door—he’s getting real annoyed of your antics. “not anymore…” you’re pathetic, making him do a lot just to become a scaredy-cat? “i’d rather not drag a dead body out of my room.” he alludes as if you were actually going to die of dehydration.

you can’t just (basically) live at the itoshi household without interacting with sae at least once. panic begins to set in your stomach when you hear shuffling from behind rin’s bedroom door—is it a robber? is it a murderer? oh no, it is much worse—it’s sae! you hear the doorknob twist and it’s too late for you to hide under the bed or maybe the closet… aw shit—he’s already standing there in all his glory with rin’s training bag. “oh, it’s you.” he says in sight of seeing a familiar figure on his younger brother’s bed. “where’s rin?” he asks and cocks an eyebrow when you don’t respond immediately. why did he have to go looking for him at the worst time? (which is all the time) “h-he’s in the bathroom…” bruh wtf goes through your head which you mentally slap in absolute cringe at your stutter. “oh okay, i’ll leave his bag here. bye.” he drops the bag on the floor before taking his leave—without closing the door! you’re too flushed to care about the gesture. when rin eventually does return to his bedroom, he’s met with the sight of an open door and his friend looking traumatized on his bed.

or that one time where you accidentally clung onto sae after getting an adrenaline rush from a horror movie rin really wanted to watch. you didn’t understand why sae insisted on sitting next to you on the couch when there was a perfectly open spot beside rin. “…and i’ll blow your house in!” a crazed man wielding an axe says before hacking the white door in-front of him the scene was the equivalent to actually being chased and you subconsciously gripped anything beside you which turned into full on hugging. “uhm…” there’s a voice beside you that brings you back to reality. you look at the direction of the voice then hesitantly look up to whatever you’re hugging. oh. my. word. you are clinging onto sae’s arm. safe to say rin was in the middle for the rest of the movie viewings.

“can you just admit it?” rin grumbled after a match with another school. “no idea what y’er talkin’ ‘bout!” you sing-song happily while extending your hand to give him the water-bottle he asked for. his movements halted, the towel on top of his head being left there to rot. he looks at you like he hates you for saying that, he snatches his water-bottle like it’s a crime for you to even be holding it. the man in-front of you is absolutely tired of your bullshit that he has tolerated for at least 3 years. “admit it right now.” he’s a lot more serious and anticipating an answer—more than any other situation he’s asked you in. “legit, no idea what you’re talking about.” there’s a lot of things you do need to admit, like how you still need to admit that you’re the one who added the vinegar in his soy sauce… “you like big bro, don’t you?” he bluntly states. “w-what makes you think that?” you stutter like the one time sae directly spoke to you. “everything.” it’s disturbing how much rin means to you that you actually finally admit your feelings.

it’s like you’re the 3rd child of the itoshi family, being at the airport to watch (the love of your life) sae depart for another country. there were tearful goodbyes which you wanted to relate to but you couldn’t because then it would out you for liking him because you never really talked to him anyway. he was exchanging goodbyes with each of his family members—his dad, then his mom, lastly rin. okay… why’s he looking over to you… “it’s okay to cry over this, i know you’ll miss me.” he winks, his stupid bangs actually looking good for once—it feels like every blood cell in your body is rushing to your cheeks and ears. “why’d he say that…” you turn to rin who is beside you after sae turned his back towards everybody for who knows how long. “i told him.” he blurts out. “RIN!!!!”

your feelings were definitely not resolved that day. you still have silent beef with rin for him outing you, you didn’t even know he snitched until he told you! the last time sae was in the country other than for u-20, he had a really bad comeback with rin—making you ice over your affections (not an effective way for getting over somebody btw).

“so?” he’s condescending. the absence of his bangs make you realize how much more grown he looks now. however, the thing that you really take note of is his eyes. sure, he’s grown more into his face but the way his eyes are half-lidded and no longer the bright annoyed ones make you really question everything.

gosh—literally every time he speaks to you, you just can’t make up the words. that ‘that was 11 years ago, sae’ was probably all your confidence for the next 11 years to come. “a lot can happen during a decade.” you push through to retort, clutching the bag that hung lazily over your shoulder. out of anywhere, he chooses to confront you like this—after a game?

“i didn’t even say it myself, that was rin!” you defend yourself, not letting yourself give into his advancements. he steps forward and you know he’s shorter than rin but fucking hell… “i changed a lot, didn’t i?” it’s a rhetorical question—he knows you can tell. it’s like he was testing the waters because when you don’t respond but you don’t react violently either, he continues, “i’m not stupid either. you don’t think i couldn’t tell?”

which event was he referring to? what if he was referring to when… oh not now. “okay, so what if it was true? that doesn’t mean i like you anymore.” you scramble around your thoughts to find words. “too bad, i still like you.”

ugh, i waited this long.

ALSO I JUST WANNA THANK EVERYONE 🙁🙁🙁 thank you guys for 100 followers :)

[rumisgf]

“GET MY F**** NAME TATTED SO I KNOW IT’S REAL” - DENKI KAMINARI x BLACK!READER

summary: your boyfriend has it all: tattoos, blonde hair, nice sleeper build, can dress, funny— he’s on the way to becoming one of the top 5 heroes for lord’s sake. but, even with all that, he can’t help but feel some type of way when he sees other dudes trying to get as his girl. he doesn’t know what comes over him, and he always starts thinking a little irritational.

includes: college!au eventual smut, tatted!denki, little plot (i sorry), females pronouns used once or twice, jealous!denki, denki calls reader ‘mama’, denki refers to himself as ‘daddy’ once, penetration, dom/sub undertones unprotected sex, recording, squirting, spit!kink, implied relationship, assumed that denki and reader record themselves fucking a lot, possessiveness, breeding kink if you squint, mentions of potential pregnancy, nasty sex

this isn’t fair. he’s finally got a hot, amazing girlfriend and everybody wants her. it makes him sick.

“woah kaminari, that’s you? how’d you bag that?” all his friends always seem to ask this same question in different variations, and their laughs afterwards seem to be filled with malice in his ears. and what’s worse is that you have no idea. you post all these pretty pictures and thirst trappy tiktok’s for random people in your comments to fawn over you. so, denki could not possibly be seething with more anger right now when someone he only sees in the dorm hallways come up to you.

“hey, um, you… seeing anyone? sorry i just saw you in class and couldn’t stop thinking about you, you are gorgeous.”

he watches as you smile, looking over to where he is as he’s supposed to getting his lunch. “o-oh, uh… thank you but i’m taken.” you shyly respond. the dude follows your eyes, and he only smirks. “well, he doesn’t seem like too much competition.”

you roll your eyes at the corny ass guy talking to you, and cross your arms. as you tell the guy he has no chance, you fail to notice denki look down at his own feet as he contemplates causes a scene at this very moment. but clearly, he didn’t care to think logically. you’re his.

suddenly, you feel a set of haste footsteps followed by two hands slowly find your waist. your movements halt as they massage the skin and pull you closer to the figure’s chest. “hey cutie, who’s this?” your boyfriend asks so innocently, making direct eye contact with the guy who’s face is beginning to flush. “mm, some dude who won’t leave me alone..” the guy furrows his eyebrows as he struggles to open his mouth. “woah, it’s like that, bro?”

“don’t know what you’re talking about.” denki says, responding for you. he softly kisses your shoulder, “she’s mine though, so you should go on somewhere.” with that, the guy reluctantly walks off, failing to hide his embarrassment.

you slowly push denki off of you, giving him a quick peck on the lips as a thank you. then, you both head back to your dorm to get away from the crowd of people at your university’s cafeteria— the habitat of horny, and corny men.

denki closes your door and plops onto the edge of your bed, holding his arms out. “c’mere mama.” you find your way on his lap as you face his grumpy face. he looks down at your body as his hands massage the sides of your waist. “so tired of that, i wish everybody would leave you alone…” he pauses, and it’s the same pause before he’s about to say one of the most outlandish things you’ve heard.

“tattoo my name on your neck.”

you smack your lips, lightly pushing his chest as you roll your eyes. “boy, i am not chrisean rock.”

“well how else are dudes gonna know you’re fucking mine?” he slowly dives into your neck, teasing the skin with his mouth as your lips part, threatening to let out a moan. “kami, you know i don’t want anybody else.” you say shyly, beginning to writhe in his lap as he’s know placing full mouth kisses on your neck. “but they don’t know that,” he mutters. he pulls away and immediately grabs you by your neck, bringing your face centimeters away from his. “if you won’t get me tatted, i’ll find another way to make sure they know you’re mine.”

he closes the space by kissing you fiercely, yet slowly. you drag your hips up on his lap, his hand gripping your waist once more as your back arches with the kiss. you wrap one arm around his neck while your other hands finds his chest, feeling his thumping heartbeat. his other hand doesn’t leave your neck as he plunges his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. you moan into his mouth, making him subconsciously buck his hips upwards. with that, you slowly start grinding on his lap and he begins to grind on your clothed crotch himself. you move in rhythm with each other, chasing the burning feeling of lust in your stomachs. then, he shoves his hand under your shirt and you finally gasp into his lips. he fondles with your soft breasts, wishing your bra wasn’t it the way. this makes you grind on him harder, and you’re sure he can feel the throbbing pulse of your now soaking pussy even through his pants. denki goes back to your neck, licking and biting your skin until several hickeys begin to show. he was serious, he was gonna find a way to mark himself on you one way or another. his hands now find your ass, squeezing both cheeks as he moves you faster on his laps and his own soft moans begin to spill out his mouth.

kaminari pulls away, both of you breathing heavy. “i’m about to fuck the shit out of you, you know that right?” he says in a direct tone. looking at him half lidded, you nod. without another word, he lifts you off of him and moves fully onto the bed. you follow him and immediately get pulled under him by his tattooed arms. his lips crash back onto yours, your hands frantically grabbing at his body. he grinds onto you, making sure you feel his hard bulge on your cunt that’s close to soaking through the panties under your jeans. “kami, please…” you whine, not knowing entirely what you’re begging for— you just know you need him in every way possible.

he quickly discards of own your jeans, then his own. immediately, his eyes meet the thong that perfectly displays your arousal dripping out and staining your folds that are halfway shown. he nearly drools, running his finger through your clothed slit. “mm-!” you moan, wincing at the pleasure flowing through you just at how eager you were for him to touch you. wasting no more time, he lifts off the bed and stands at the side next to you, pulling you on the edge of the bed in front of him. he pulls down his boxers and slides off your underwear. you gawk at his long, hard dick right in front of you, and he smirks. then, he reaches over to pick up his jeans, pulling his phone out his pocket.

he unlocks his phones, then points his camera to his dick in front of your sopping cunt. he rubs circles on your clit with his tip, “mmm, so wet baby.” he hums, before slowly sliding himself into your entrance. your walls give him a warm hug as your slick squelches once he enters them.

he wastes no time giving you every inch of him, and you cry out. “oh- shit! babyyy!” the pace is almost too much, him pumping into you like he was mad at you. “uh huh, love this dick don’t you?” he uses his free hand to grips your thigh, pushing it back. instinctively, you hold your legs back for him as close to your head as possible. “good girl, let me see that pretty pussy.”

you’re almost embarrassed, your helpless state on display as he ruins your pussy. your normally sweet boyfriend is deep-stroking the brain cells out of you with a dark, sinister smile on his face. but.. you can’t complain, he’s fucking you too good right now. “ohmygod please… i can’t..” he slaps your thigh, making your body jolt. “yeah you can, c’mon. you got it.” you throw your head back, moaning his name like a prayer. “yeahhh, my good girl.” the praise sends your head spinning as the room grows hotter by the minute. “say you’re mine. *smack* say you who belong to.”

“i’m yours- shitttt- i’m yours! i’m all yours” you say, the command causing a white ring to form around his dick from you creaming. “yeah, you like that shit? love being my good little whore?” he slaps your thigh again, making you whine. he relishes in the state you’re in, completely vulnerable to him. he loves nothing more than showing that he could really dick you down when he gets this frustrated. all the anger he gets from all these guys constantly hitting on you- he takes it out as he examines your soft, sweet body that’s all for him: down from your pussy to your mouth, “open up.” he demands. before you can even fully open it, he spits in your mouth from above you. it takes you by surprise, but he gives you not time to think even if you could…. which, you can’t, from the way he ms fucking you. “swallow that shit.”

you lick the excess spit off your lip and swallow, looking him in the eye when you do so you can see him smile. “such a good girl.. so good f’ me.” denki picks up the pace, the camera shaking with his movements. your voice jumps with every thrust as you moan out for him. his breath huffs with every thrust, sweat beading up on the both of your bodies as you fuck like dogs in heat. your body is littered with hickies and red marks that were intentionally painted on your body by your boyfriend. although they’re not permanent like tattoos, they still holding the same meaning that you belong to him and him only.

he grips your waist as he fucks you into pure bliss. you feel a strong knot threaten to burst in your stomach. “i- fuck! ‘m gonna cum~”

“yeah?” he taunts, immediately rubbing your clit. “you wanna cum already? ‘m fucking you that good?” his ego grows by the second as you become putty in his hands, legs threatening to give out. you let out a drawn out moans as he punctuates his hips, abusing your g-spot over and over. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your toes stiffen in the air, losing control of your body.

“go ahead, nut all over this dick.”

you scream his name as your juices squirt out of you and onto his stomach. he continues fucking you as you making a mess on the floor, the bed on him, and yourself. your body shakes violently as your orgasm takes over you, him pulling out and smacking his dick on your clit as you violently squirt on him. then, he slides back into you, groaning at how soaked you are. “my good little slut… all mine— nobody can fuck you like i do. say you’re my little slut.”

you let out a slurred “i’m your little slut” as you feel another orgasm build up. in a matter of seconds. he pulls your body closer, leaning forward so he can fuck you deeper. in another minute, you’re squirting on him again as he fucks you, moaning so loud your housemates can definitely hear you by now. “fuck baby… so fucking messy.” he moans, now chasing his own high. “fuck- where you want it baby? huh?”

“in me- please!” you beg, looking up at him with doe eyes as he relentlessly bullies your cunt. his eyes spark up, slightly taken aback from your response. “yeah? dick so good you want me to give you a baby?” you nod eagerly, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks from the overstimulation. you both know you’re out your right mind and this is not a logical decision to make on a whim, but you pray that maybe god is on your side just this one time— even though this is such a sinful act. “yes please put a baby in me!”

“daddy’s gonna make you a mama- fuck- gonna fuck my kids into you.” he pants, thrust becoming frantic and rigid. and though he doesn’t wanna admit it, he’d love nothing more than for you to be swollen and soft because of him. the though of you carrying his child with an large stomach that contrasts your smaller figure brings him right to his own orgasm. with a hard, deep thrust, he lets out loud strings of moans matches with the thick ropes of his seed seeping into your cunt. you moan at the warm feeling, eyes threatening to close shut. he pulls out of you, rubbing your clit as cum leaks out of your used hole.

setting his phone down after quickly adding it to his special folder, he grabs a spare towel from his closet to clean the both of you up. then, he lays down next to you after you scoot into your covers, legs still shaking. he looks down at them, letting a chuckle out his mouth.

“damn, i fuck you that good?”

you smack his chest, only causing him to laugh more. “bitch i had you whining to cum in me, hush.”

“oh really? cause if we watch that video back right now you’ll clearly hear you begging for me to-”

another smack lands on his chest, as you hush him frantically. “hey, at least if you have my baby they’ll really know who you belong to.” you sigh, sinking onto his chest. “then, i’ll have as many babies as you need me to.”

@ rumisgf

[minniesfiles]

CAN YOU KEEP THE PROMISE?

You always hated what he did. Even after promising he’d stop, he never seems to keep his words. That is until you almost reach your breaking point.

❧ PAIRING; soonyoung x reader

❧ GENRE; angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

❧ TAGS/WARNINGS; biker soonyoung, established relationship, mention of injuries, mention of fight, crying, comfort, fluff-ish

❧ WORDCOUNT; 3.4k

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16 APRIL 2024

“Come on, pick up” you chanted under your breath with your phone clutched tightly in your hand.

Your heart pounded with worry as you paced back and forth around the dimmed living room. It was almost midnight, and your fingertips tapped restlessly on your phone screen as you repeatedly dialed your boyfriend's number.

But with each attempt, the call went unanswered. Your worry grew with every passing minute, and although this wasn’t something new, your mind raced with thoughts you wouldn't be able to live with if they turned out to be reality.

“Soonyoung please, not today” your voice cracked as you fought back your tears. As the unanswered calls continued to pile up, a knot tightened in your stomach.

Your boyfriend was an adrenaline junkie with an insatiable thirst for adventure and challenges that involved the road and his beloved motorcycle. The moonlit hours were his playground, and he would often go on late-night rides with his other motorcyclist friends, embracing the freedom of the open road.

Everybody in the underground world knew him, and they loved him. Soonyoung would withstand gravity, performing breathtaking stunts that seemed to defy the laws of physics. He would navigate treacherous turns at lightning speeds, the wind howling in his ears as he leaned precariously into each curve.

Soonyoung had experienced his fair share of spills and close calls, but he embraced them as part of the thrill. The danger fueled his passion, and he had learned to tame the fear that lurked in his mind, reminding him that he was truly alive.

From the moment you both met, you were captivated by Soonyoung’s charm and adventurous spirit. You both had shared countless wonderful moments together, but his love for such extreme sports had always been a bone of conflict between you. You couldn't shake off the constant worry that gnawed at you whenever he would mount his bike and push the limits of gravity and sanity.

You tried to voice your concerns and express your fears and anxiety over his daredevil lifestyle, yet, every time you touched on the subject he would reassure you with a wide grin on his face and a kiss. It wasn't that you didn't trust his skills; it was the unpredictable nature of the sport itself that terrified you.

You couldn't shake off the images that haunted your mind — the memories of his close calls, the time he dislocated his shoulder, and all those other times suffered other injuries. Not to forget the occasions when his friends suffered severe injuries.

Each incident reinforced your belief that his passion was nothing but a reckless gamble with his life. You felt torn between your love for him and your growing fear of losing him. You struggled to understand how he could derive such joy from something that seemed so fraught with danger.

As much as you wished you could embrace his passion and support him wholeheartedly, you couldn't shake off the constant worry that would keep you awake at night. And no matter how hard you tried to convince him, you knew you could never win.

As each minute passed, the night grew colder. You continued to pace around with your phone in your shaky hands as you dialed his number for the hundredth time. But with each attempt, all you heard was the monotonous ringing on the other end, echoing your growing unease.

“Baby please pick up” you whimpered, unable to hold back your tears anymore. But the same monotonous ringing continued. The only option you had now was to call Junhui, his best friend.

Your fingers trembled as you quickly scrolled through your contacts, finally landing on his name. In times like these, Junhui was the person you knew you could rely on. Despite the late hour, you mustered up the courage to dial his number, and your heart fluttered with a mixture of fear and hope.

After a few tense moments, Junhui’s voice broke through the silence on the other end. "Y/n, hey, what's up?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Jun, do you know where Soonyoung is?” you asked.

“No, I’ve been at home all day with Yoonji, you know, the baby could come at any time. Why? What’s wrong?” he answered.

“He's not answering his phone Jun, and he's been gone for hours. I tried to call him so many times but he’s not picking, I'm so scared" you choked out, your voice trembling with worry.

“Hey, calm down for me first” he said, sensing the desperation in your tone and quivering voice.

“Y/n you know him, he most likely lost track of the time, or probably got caught up with something. I’m sure he’s fine wherever he is. Just give him a bit more time and he’ll be back home soon” he tried to reassure.

“But Jun, it’s past midnight. What if something happened to him?” you questioned, feeling yourself breathing rapidly with fear.

“Y/n, please calm down. I know it’s easy for me to say, but I need you to take a deep breath and sit down, okay?” Junhui said, and so you sat down on the sofa.

“You’ve known him for six years now, and we both know him more than anyone. Trust me, I completely understand how you’re feeling, but you have to remind yourself that Soonyoung is someone who won’t let anything happen to himself so easily. He’s a strong man, he can protect himself” he continued to speak with a soft voice.

“I know Jun, but still, I’m scared. No matter how good someone is at something, you’ll never know what could happen next. It terrifies me every time he’s out of my sight. It terrifies me how I could possibly lose him in a blink of an eye” you cried.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, nothing but suffocating silence surrounded the tense atmosphere. You heard Junhui heave a long sigh on the other end, he didn’t exactly know what else to say because he knew you were right.

“Y/n…I, I don’t know what else to tell you. You’re right, and I totally understand you. But just give him a few more minutes, he’ll be back. I’ll try to call him. If he’s still not home in an hour then call me back, okay?” he said.

“Okay” you responded, and with that you ended the call.

You sat there, in the heavy silence, with tears continuing to cascade down your cheeks and heart pounding in your chest. The clock on the wall mocked you with each passing second, its monotonous tick amplifying your anxiety.

You kept glancing at your phone, hoping it would light up with a message or a call from Soonyoung, assuring you of his safety. But the screen remained dark and silent, devoid of any reassurance.

As the clock struck two, the door to the apartment creaked open, revealing a silhouette of your boyfriend stumbling inside. With your tears streaming down your face and anger bubbling inside of you, you stood up and made your way to him.

“Where the hell have you been? You said you'd be back hours ago!” your voice trembled with emotion as you lashed out at him, your patience at its breaking point.

But your anger quickly dissipated when you saw the state he was in. His clothes were dusty, and he had a gash on his forehead and lips — not to forget the big bruise on his left cheek.

His knuckles were scraped and swollen, and he held them tightly against his chest, trying to hide the evidence of a brutal brawl. Your fingers gently cupped his face as you examined his injuries more closely, your eyes beginning to tear up again. Hearing him wince in pain, you flinched and felt your heart sink,

“You got into a fight again, didn’t you?” you stared at him, voice quiet and weak.

Soonyoung avoided your gaze, trying to come up with an excuse to escape the confrontation and hide the truth, but it was no use.

“Yeah” he sighed, using his hand to push back his hair, but still avoiding your gaze. There was a long pause, and your uneven breathing was getting louder each second.

Your hands that were cupping his face fell to your sides, “why do you keep doing this?” you asked, defeated. To say you were tired would be an understatement. You were simply beyond exhausted — with everything.

You shook your head and took a step back from him. You didn’t have the time and energy to put up with the same argument you would have every other day. You were tired — mentally and physically.

“Actually, don’t even bother answering” you sniffed, wiping your face with the back of your hands.

Soonyoung stared at you with guilt. He expected you to explode, to scold him like you always did. He braced for the familiar argument, the sharpness of your voice as you demanded answers he never had. Instead, you said nothing else.

Without another word, you walked past him and into the kitchen. He could hear the sound of the cabinets opening and closing through the suffocating quiet. A moment later, you returned with the first aid kit in hand.

Soonyoung opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off with a sharp look. It wasn’t angry, just…hollow. That was worse.

“Sit,” you said with a flat voice.

He hesitated, then obeyed, sinking into the leather couch. Placing the kit on the coffee table, you opened it and pulled out cotton pads, antiseptic, and a roll of bandages.

You didn’t look at him as you worked, because your focus was entirely on the task at hand. You stood in front of him, gently grabbing his chin and tilting his head back to examine the gash above his eyebrow. Your touch was soft, but it lacked the tenderness it once held.

Soonyoung watched you, and his chest tightened with every second of silence that stretched between you. This wasn’t like your usual fights. There was no yelling or accusations. Just your quiet, efficient movements as you cleaned his wounds.

The antiseptic stung, and Soonyoung flinched, letting out a sharp hiss. Still, you said nothing. Usually, you would’ve comforted him, kissed his wound even. But this time, all your face plastered was a mask of indifference.

“Babe—” he started, but you cut him off with a single look.

“Don’t,” you said simply, almost a whisper.

He fell silent, swallowing the lump in his throat. Your hand moved to his lip as you dabbed away the dried blood. He wanted to say something, anything, to break the unbearable quiet, but words failed him.

You fought about this so many times before. The late nights, the street races, the fights — his recklessness. He always promised to do better, to change. And every time, he broke that promise.

But tonight felt different.

It was the way your eyes looked right through him, the way your hands moved as though he were a stranger instead of the man you loved. It was the emptiness in your silence that terrified him more than your anger ever could.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice cracking.

You paused as your hand hovered over the gash you were bandaging. For a moment, he thought you might respond, might acknowledge his words. But then you continued wrapping the bandage, as if you didn’t hear him at all.

The ache in his chest grew sharper.

When you finished, you stepped back and wiped your hands on a cloth. You looked at him for the first time since you started, your eyes meeting his red-rimmed ones. They were tired — so tired — and filled with a sadness that cut deeper than any wound he ever had.

“You always say that,” you said softly.

Soonyoung winced, the truth of your words hitting him like a punch to the gut.

“And I mean it,” he said, his voice desperate. “I do, baby. I’m just…I don’t know how to stop screwing up.”

You crossed your arms, your gaze falling to the floor. “Maybe you don’t want to stop. Maybe the rush, the fights, the danger…maybe it matters more to you than I do.”

Your words sliced through him, leaving him breathless.

“That’s not true,” he said quickly. “You’re everything to me. I swear, baby—”

“Then why do you keep doing this?” you interrupted as your voice rose slightly before softening again.

“Why do you keep coming home like this?” you said after a long pause. There was no bitterness in your tone, no accusation — just exhaustion. Your shoulders slumped as you sat back on your heels, the gauze crumpled in your grip.

“Soonyoung, I’m tired.”

The words hit him like a sucker punch. Hearing you say his full name rather than the cute endearing terms you had for him, it felt sour and foreign to him.

“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “I know you are, baby.”

You looked at him then, really looked at him, and he wished you hadn’t. Your brown eyes were rimmed with red, your lashes clumped together like she had been crying before he got home. The weight of your gaze was unbearable, but he forced himself to hold it, even though it made his chest ache in a way no fight ever had.

“Do you?” you asked quietly, your head tilting slightly to the side.

“Do you know what it’s like to wait here, night after night, wondering if this time you won’t come back at all? If I’ll get a call saying you’re dead in some alley?”

Soonyoung opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat. He didn’t have an answer. He never did.

Though he wanted to tell you that he did understand, that he hated himself for putting you through this, but nothing he could say would matter. He had said it all before, hadn’t he? Apologies that were empty promises, vows to change that always crumbled the moment the thrill of the streets called to him again.

You shook your head, your lips pressing into a thin line. “I can’t keep doing this, Soonyoung. I’m tired. Do you understand that? I’m so…tired.”

Your voice broke on the last word as the tears you’ve been told slipped from your eyes, and Soonyoungfelt his heart shatter.

Having nothing else to say to him, you put the stuff back into the kit and stood up. You turned to leave when you felt his hand quickly grab your wrist to stop you.

“Don’t go, please” he quietly begged, his voice cracking. For a moment, you didn’t move. Then, slowly, you turned to face him. Your eyes met his, and the emptiness in them broke him even more.

Soonyoung stood up with his hand still holding your wrist. He was much taller than you, but at that moment, he never felt so small. He searched your face, again, looking for some sign of the girl who used to light up his world.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice trembling as he took a step closer to you. “I know I keep saying that, and I know it doesn’t mean anything anymore. But I don’t know what else to say.”

Your shoulders slumped, and your gaze dropped to the floor.

“I know I keep messing up,” Soonyoung said. He cupped your face with his hands, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes were glistening, your lips pressed into a thin line.

“I know I keep hurting you, and I hate myself for it. But you have to know, baby, I—” He paused, his throat tightening. “I love you. I love you more than anything.”

“Then why do you keep doing this to me?” you whispered.

Soonyoung closed his eyes, his jaw tightening as he tried to find the words. When he opened them again, they were filled with raw emotion. “Because I’m an idiot,” he said bitterly as his hands fall from your face.

“Because I let my pride and my anger get the best of me. But today was different.”

You frowned, your brows furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Soonyoung stepped back slightly, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm the storm raging inside him. His fists clenched at his sides, and his voice was tight with barely restrained anger.

“It wasn’t just some random fight,” he said. “It wasn’t about the usual crap. It was about you.”

“Me?” you asked. He nodded, his jaw clenching as he recalled what had happened.

“There’s this guy. We’ve had problems before, but I usually ignore him. But today? Today he crossed a line.” His fists tightened until his knuckles turned white. “He made a comment about you. Something I can’t and won’t even repeat because you don’t deserve to hear it.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn’t interrupt. You just watched him, waiting for him to continue.

“I tried to walk away,” Soonyoung said, his voice shaking. “I swear I did. But he kept pushing. He said your name like it was a curse, like you were something he could use to get under my skin. And it worked. I lost it, Y/n. I saw red, and before I knew it, I was throwing punches.”

Your lips parted, but you still didn’t speak. Your eyes searched his face, trying to process his words.

“I know it doesn’t make it right,” Soonyoung said, his voice softer now. “I know fighting doesn’t solve anything. But I couldn’t just stand there and let him talk about you like that. I couldn’t let him disrespect you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and you finally found your voice to speak. “Soonyoung, do you think I care what some random guy says about me?” your words were gentle but firm.

“It’s not about him,” you continued as your voice trembled. “It’s about you. About the choices you keep making. Every time you throw yourself into a fight, you’re risking everything — for what? For pride? For anger?” your voice cracked, and you shook your head, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I’m scared, Soonie. Every time you walk out that door, I’m terrified you won’t come back. And I can’t live like this anymore.”

Your words hit him like a truck. Soonyoung’s heart ached as he watched you break down, your tired sobs shaking your small frame. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you, and you didn’t resist this time. You clutched onto him with your fingers digging into his shirt as you cried into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as his voice choked with so much emotion. “I’m so sorry baby. I know I’ve let you down. I know I’ve hurt you. But I promise you, I’ll change. I’ll do whatever it takes to be the man you deserve. No more racing, no more fights, no more arguments. I’ll do better.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him through tear-streaked lashes. Your eyes were filled with pain but also a hint of hope. “You’ve said that before,” you said softly. “How do I know this time will be different?”

Soonyoung cupped your face again, his thumb gently stroking your damp cheek. “Because this time, I mean it,” he said, his voice steady despite the tears in his eyes. “I can’t lose you. I won’t. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me baby, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you.”

You searched his face with a torn expression. But slowly, you nodded, your fingers tightening around his shirt. “I need to see it, Soonyoung,” you said. “I need to see that you mean it.”

“You will,” he promised, pressing his forehead against yours. “I swear, you will.”

He sealed his promise as he leaned in, pressing his sore lips against your soft quivering ones. It was deep, tender, and desperate — the kind of kiss that spoke all the words neither of you could let out.

When he finally pulled apart, the room was quiet except for your soft breaths. For the first time in a long time, Soonyoung felt hopeful. He didn’t know how he would fix things, but he knew one thing for certain: he wasn’t going to lose you. Not if he could help it.

“I love you” he said, pressing another firm kiss on your lips.

“I love you so fucking much” he mumbled against your lips.

“I love you too. Please, just…let this all go” you whimpered.

“Shh, I will baby, I will”

a/n; this was supposed to be a Jungkook oneshot but I thought it would suit soonie the most😗

[stollengoods]

Lust Has No Mercy

Nam-gyu x Fem! Reader x Thanos

Warnings: Cursing, three-some, smut & drug use.

Summary: Your a famous instagram baddie visiting Seoul and Thanos wants to see you again~

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You went through your instagram stories that you took today. The first one being a picture of the sky it was a beautiful mix of blue, pink, and orange. The next one being what you ate for lunch: a bagel with coffee from a well known spot in South Korea, and your last one that you took 45 minutes ago.

It was a thirst trap, in the picture you wore a dark purple mini dress with matching 7 inch heels. You smirked at the pose you made, squatting down with your ass to the camera, your dress half way up your ass, teasing.

You looked outside your hotel window with a beatific sigh, you were on the 15th floor, the sky now a beautiful dark blue with sparkles of stars. You loved being an instagram model, even though it came with downsides like hate comments; the positives much out ways the negatives.

“And now I wait.” You whispered, kicking your feet in the air as you scrolled through your DM’s waiting for the blue check marks to hit you up.

A number popped up on your phone making it buzz in your hand.

‘Sleazy club guy’

You giggled at your past sassy self, but hesitated to answer not remembering who you put under this contact. “Hmmm… I wouldn’t have made him a contact if it wasn’t important.” You said talking to yourself.

“I’ve got time, let’s entertain this.”

Your perfectly manicured thumb slid across the screen and you set it to your ear as you flipped onto your back on the plump couch you laid on.

“Y/n speaking.” You monotoned, admiring your red coffin shaped finger nails.

“Heyy, y/n it’s Nam-gyu.”

“Mmhm.”

“We met at club Nb2. I’m Thanos’s friend.”

Your eyes bulged as you sat up, “Oh yeahh, that’s right, I remember you.” Your voice had a bit of a sultryness to it, “You were the hunky guy who gave me VIP passes to Thanos’s booth there.”

You actually didn’t remember at all what the guy looked like but you had to butter him up if you wanted to see Thanos again.

He awkwardly laughed, “Yeah that was me… uh- anyways, Thanos saw that you were back in Korea and was wandering if you wanted to come over ?”

“Sure.” You told him, silently cheering, swaying your arm around in a dancing motion. “Did you want me to meet you guys at the club ?”

Nam-gyu cleared his throat, “No, Thanos isn’t in a party mood right now. He just wants to have a small get together at his place.”

You put yourself on mute, “FUCKING SCORE.” You squealed, joyously punching the couch cushion in front of you, before calming yourself down to answer Nam-gyu.

“Yeah, that’d be cool, what time ?” You almost wanted to laugh at how insouciant you sounded.

“Thanos will send a cab to your place around 10 pm, just text me the address and I’ll set it up for you.”

“Sounds good.” You replied, hanging up on him and throwing your phone to the side before punching the air in elation.

“Shit, I’ve got to touch up my hair and makeup.” You said, running into the bathroom.

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The cab sped away as you starred up at Thanos’s mansion in awe. It was the biggest house you’ve ever seen, if he wanted Thanos could have a club right inside his house.

You walked up the steps and knocked on the door, Thanos greeted you.

“Hola Señorita.”

His deep husky voice sent shivers down your spine as you followed him inside. The floors were marble and a chandelier hung above you. You followed him up the red carpet stairs into a bedroom.

Nam-gyu laid on the bed rolling up a joint, “It’s about time.”

“Where is everybody ?” You asked, looking around the room. If you would even call it that, it was the size of a living room. Decked out in black and white, the bed being the only thing colored in red.

“I didn’t feel like having a lot of people around, is that alright ?” He asked.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, “Yeah- Oh yeah, even better.”

Nam-gyu snorted handing Thanos the blunt as he sat down on the bed. Thanos pointed the blunt towards you, “You a snitch ?”

Your face blushed, “N-no.”

“Sounds like a snitch to me.” Nam-gyu jested, making Thanos laugh.

“Prove it.” Thanos demanded.

“I’m sorry ?”

“Well you smoke right ?”

You usually stuck to just drinking, even when you went out clubbing. One because you’re not going to take a substance a stranger gave you and the second is last time you smoked weed, you had a panic attack.

“Of course.” You smiled, hoping it was convincing.

Thanos patted the spot in front of Nam-gyu and beside him on the bed, “Come start it off for us then.” He grinned.

You took of your heels before making your way onto the bed, his fluffy comforter really soft against your skin. He handed you the joint and you put it to your lips, Nam-gyu whipped out a lighter and you leaned into him as he lit the end.

The stench hit your nose and you quickly inhaled before handing it off to Thanos. He watched as you exhaled, before taking a hit of his own. After Nam-gyu took a couple hits off of it, he held it out to you.

“Oh no.” You said, putting up your hand, “I’m good.”

Nam-gyu chuckled, “You got us a fucking light weight.” He spoke, looking to Thanos.

“C’mon…” Nam-gyu drawled out, “One more.”

You looked to Thanos and he just watched you. You gulped, taking the blunt from Nam-guy’s fingers you inhaled again.

This time it made you cough a bit, handing it off to Thanos and Nam-gyu clapped. “There you go, that’s my girl.”

‘Oh fucking hell.’ You thought, ‘Don’t freak out your fine, don’t freak out you’re fine-‘

Thanos exhaled, “You feeling it yet ?”

You spaced out for what felt like a few minutes before responding but in reality it was only a few seconds, “uhh- I don’t know…”

“Maybe she needs another hit.” Nam-gyu spoke giggling while he rolled around on the bed.

His laugh echoed in your ears as everything looked like it was in slow motion. “No, she’s fine.” You heard Thanos say.

“Hey Señorita.” Thanos said, snapping his finger in front of you.

You looked up at him, “Are you okay ?” He asked and all you could do was blink at him.

Nam-gyu poked his head next to Thanos to get a glimpse of you. “Dude she’s so fucking high.” He laughed, “Maybe she shouldn’t have taken that second hit.”

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, freaking you out but you didn’t want to show it. You tried breathing in and out to calm yourself but your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

A hand grabbed your face making you gasp in shock, “Hey, look at me, are you okay ?”

His thumb caressed your cheek trying to calm you down as he awaited your answer. You leaned into his touch closing your eyes. ‘You need to distract yourself.’ You thought, ‘before Thanos has to babysit you for having a panic attack.’

You opened your eyes and licked your lips before attaching them to Thanos’s. He waisted no time in reciprocating the kiss, falling onto his back and pulling you with him. You heard someone coughing next to, looking over you didn’t recognize the man who was greedily finishing the joint by himself, until you heard his voice.

“Yah, the fuck you looking at ?”

You don’t know what it was, if it was the words he spoke or the way he said them but his exasperation sparked something in you. You climbed off of Thanos and on top of Nam-gyu.

“What are you-“

You leaned in attaching your lips to his as a moan escaped your throat. Thanos sniggered, stealing the joint from Nam-guy’s fingers. He took one more hit before putting it out on an ashtray on his bedside table.

Thanos grabbed you by your collar and pulled you back, your mind was completely blank making it hard to keep up with what was going on in the moment. You turned to face Thanos and he released you. With two of his fingers he signaled for Nam-gyu to come closer. Nam-gyu sat up, his face confused but also galvanized.

“You get the back, I’ll get the front. Is that okay with you señorita ?” Thanos asked.

You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking but nodded your head anyways. Thanos pulled you into another kiss as Nam-gyu hugged you from behind, his hands making their way up your dress.

Thanos detached his lips form yours before attaching his lips to Nam-gyu’s. You learned pretty quickly that this most likely wasn’t their first time kissing each other. Your brain was so fried at that point that you didn’t even feel weird about watching them.

Nam-gyu’s nails dug into your skin as their kiss deepened. A whimper escaped your lips and you didn’t know if it was due to Nam-guy’s nails clawing into you, the fact that you wish someone was kissing you, or from the scene in front of you arousing you.

Thanos was the one to pull away, “Kiss her.” He panted, looking Nam-gyu in the eyes.

Nam-gyu’s eyes were glazed over with lust for him, he looked to you, his eyes a deep shade of pink. Thanos pulled your dress over your head, throwing it somewhere off the bed discarding it. He pushed your body back to lean against the mattress as Nam-gyu did as told and fused your lips together.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he inserted his tongue into your mouth. Then you felt Thanos’s wet tongue lapping at your juices.

You yanked Nam-gyu’s head back by his hair due to the pleasure Thanos was causing you, a string of moans erupting from your mouth. Once you released his hair, Nam-gyu forced your thighs back giving Thanos more room to breath. You were shaking at this point and Thanos stopped.

He laid next to you, as Nam-gyu hovered over him unbuckling his pants and pulling them down. “I want you to touch yourself.” He said, pulling you in for a peck on the lips.

You lazily nodded your head, as you watched Nam-gyu began to stroke Thanos’s member. He spat on it, increasing his movements, as Thanos groaned in your ear.

Your fingers trailed down to your clit and began circling it, almost losing it as Nam-gyu wrapped his lips around Thanos, bobbing his head back and forth.

Thanos grabbed a fist full of his hair and forced him to take him deeper causing Nam-gyu to gag around him. When Thanos let go, a string of saliva trailed down Nam-gyu’s mouth as he had a coughing fit.

“Sit up.” Thanos commanded, talking to you.

You did as you were told and Thanos rubbed his salvia coated dick against your folds having your eyes roll back in ecstasy. You heard something hit the floor and figured out it was Nam-guy’s clothes as his bare chest made contact with your back. You heard Nam-gyu spit and a squelching sound behind you.

“Can you take both of us ?” Asked Thanos, his hands on both of your thighs, squeezing them in anticipation.

“Like in a fight ?” You responded with a smirk.

“God you’re such a stupid bitch.” Nam-gyu spoke, kissing your neck while rubbing his wet dick against your ass.

You nodded your head closing your eyes, loving the way his lips sucked on your neck and the way Thanos kneaded your breast.

Thanos pecked Nam-guy’s lips, “You go in first.”

He nodded as his tip entered your asshole, “Ahh !” You practically jumped into Thanos’s lap. He caressed your hair, “I know I know.” He cooed, “It hurts at first but I promise you it will fill so good.”

You slowly got off of him and resumed your position as before. “Just focus on me okay ?”

“Okay.” You said weakly, “I-I trust you.”

Thanos gave Nam-gyu the go ahead as his hands cupped your face, kissing you. Nam-gyu inserted his tip again and you whined into the kiss. Thanos tried distracting you with his tongue as Nam-gyu went deeper and you cried out in pain and pleasure.

“You’re almost there baby, C’mon you got this.” Hearing Thanos call you ‘baby’ made you blush while at the same time making you feel more at ease.

You finally felt the base of Nam-gyu’s abdomen against your skin and let go of the breath you had been holding in.

“I’m in.” Nam-gyu said and you giggled.

“What’s funny ?” Nam-gyu snapped, reaching up and pinching your nipple.

You yelped in surprise, “You sounded like you were in a spy movie, that’s all.” You confessed.

Thanos smirked at your remark, “Go ahead and try moving.”

He pulled out and thrusted into you causing you to throw your arms around Thanos’s neck, burring your head in his chest.

You felt him nod against you and Nam-gyu continued thrusting into you, your eyes began to tear up as his thrusts got faster and faster.

Until he hit a certain spot in you, “Oh my- Fuuuck…”

You slowly pushed yourself off of Thanos and began to bounce back against Nam-gyu. Thanos watched as your luscious breast bounced in front of him.

“Hold still.” Thanos demanded.

Suddenly Nam-gyu’s thrusts halted as you sat on his dick. Thanos rubbed your clit as he inserted himself into your pussy.

Thanos hissed as your nails dragged down his chest and you moaned out his name.

“Alright baby,” He said, peering into your eyes, “It’s all up to you now.”

You shook your head, “Baby I’m so close to cumming.” You whined, not even noticing you called him baby back.

“What ?” Thanos chuckled, “You’ve never had two men in you before ?”

“Obviously.” Nam-gyu retorted, pinching your other nipple.

Your legs were trembling at this point, “Let’s help her out.” Thanos said to Nam-gyu as he placed his hands on your hips, coaxing you to move.

You began lifting up your hips before sinking back down on their dicks and you all let out a moan. They began thrusting in and out of you. After sinking back in them for a third time you came, the whole lower half of your body shaking.

They kept going and you hit Thanos chest, “I-I came, baby, I can’t take anymore… it’s too much !”

Nam-gyu reached his hand around your throat applying a bit of pressure and he scoffed, “What ? You think this only works one way ?” You whined feeling your arousl build back up.

Nam-gyu chuckled darkly in your ear, “We don’t stop until we’re satisfied.” He applied more pressure to your throat, “You got that slut ?”

With the way he was talking to you, you shamefully came undone again.

He released your throat and placed his hands were Thanos’s used to be, making you hop on them faster. One would thrust in as the other would thrust out, almost like they were taking turns.

“Should we cum in her ?” Nam-gyu asked Thanos and you nodded.

Nam-gyu pulled your hair back, “I wasn’t asking you bitch.”

You whined, “Please ! Please ! I wanna feel you guys, all of you guys ! Please cum in me !” You practically screamed, embarrassment long gone at this point.

You came for a third time when you felt them simultaneously shoot their load into you. They pulled out panting, cum seeping out of you from both ends onto the red comforter.

Thanos grabbed his shirt and wiped you along with the comforter up, then threw it on the floor. You all got under the covers, cuddling. Thanos the big spoon, you in the middle, and Nam-gyu as the little spoon.

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(A/N): Send in your submissions please I’m running out of ideasss🫠

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Who's the Dad?

Prompt Day 31: Midnight | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: None | Tags: Modern AU, Established Steddie, Middle Age, Steddie as Parents, TikTok Trend, Platonic Stobin, Corroded Coffin Guys, Goodie Doesn't Want to Hold That Baby, New Year's Eve Fun is Different When You're Older

"Why am I holding this baby?" Goodie asks, taking Betts from Robin and awkwardly holds her up in the air under her arms. Looking right at her, as if he's willing her not to cry. 

She doesn't, but Betts is highly suspicious of this arrangement. 

Goodie is too, apparently. He might cry first.

Eddie laughs, "That's your niece. Act like you've met before." 

They're gonna have to set this to music, and hope the lip-reading lady doesn't come along and expose them.

Steve is recording on Robin's phone, falling victim to another tiktok trend, but he can't wait to see if the internet can guess who her dad is. Especially since she has two. They're kind of cheating, but that just makes it more fun.

They pass her to Jeff next, and Jeff does better, but grins as he passes her back, "I think that I might be the obviously incorrect answer." 

Eddie laughs, "Adoption, man. Lots of options. Just act cool."

Steve's not sure any of them can be cool. Not anymore. They're too old for that.

"Why are we doing this again?" Goodie asks, hovering behind Jeff, as if he's scared he might be handed her again.

"Because we're bored. And old. And if we want to stay awake for midnight to ring in the new year we need to be entertained for the next four hours," Steve explains.

New Year's Eve isn't as wild as it once was, that's for damn sure.

As soon as Gareth walks in the front door, Steve is filming as Robin immediately hands Betts over to him. Gareth takes her with one hand, gripping her little thigh as he holds her securely to his side. 

Then he looks around at them looking at him, "Why are you all looking at me?"

Everybody just laughs.

Betts isn't paying much attention to Gareth, but she's used to him. Gareth's girls are older, and he's definitely been hands-on to get his baby fix from a kid he can hand back when she starts to cry or needs a diaper change.

Eddie gets his turn, making her laugh and Steve thinks it's very cute. Then Eddie takes the camera for Steve to have his. Betts pays exactly no attention to him, preferring to look over his shoulder at everyone else in the crowded house.

Then they keep moving: Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Will, Jonathan, Argyle. The video's gonna be ten minutes long at this rate.

Robin posts it, the clock strikes midnight, and Steve doesn't think anything of it. Not really.

But when he wakes up in the new year, they've gone viral. Really viral. Thousands of comments are full of guesses, some right, some wrong. And lots and lots of thirst that's spread around to all of them. It's…a lot. It's a lot.

Eddie's already scrolling through them before Steve's even found his glasses.

"Why do they think Gareth is her dad before they think it's me?" Eddie asks, indignant. 

"They don't not think it's you. There are lots of offers to birth your baby if she isn't yours," Steve argues. And there are. Some of these comments are filthy.

"Everybody thinks it's you, and if not you, then Gareth," Eddie says, still complaining. 

He's not totally wrong. 

"They only think it's me because they've dug through Robin's profile. They're cheating," Steve says.

"No, they think Betts looks the most comfortable with you!" Eddie says, and Steve is afraid this is gonna turn ugly, quick. She wasn't uncomfortable with Eddie, she was being entertained. Of course she was looking at him.

Steve needs to diffuse this, but Eddie keeps going, "Elizabeth. How could you?"

He's so dramatic. Steve loves him, but it's too early for this.

"You were making her laugh. Of course she was gonna be looking at you," Steve suggests, trying to keep this from becoming an issue.

"Well, what about Gareth?!" Eddie says, shrill, poking at the screen of his phone.

"Gareth has kids. They had twins, Ed. He's incapable of being uncomfortable holding a baby, it was beaten out of him by overexposure. He could hold two babies at once. One is nothing."

Eddie laughs, but Steve can tell his feelings are a little hurt. They shouldn't have done this, but it just seemed like silly fun. Especially to see the uncomfortable ones, like Goodie and Mike, struggle to look like they've ever held a baby before.

Some of the guesses for Steve were because she paid no attention to him. He's old news. But a lot of them honestly were people digging into Robin's profile, seeing that he is heavily featured, but not watching the videos to see that they are best friends, not a couple.

Yeah, she was comfortable in his arms, and had no reason to check him out to make sure she wasn't gonna get dropped on her head. Gareth had the same vibes.

Eddie had decided to entertain her, and the audience, and that certainly worked against him. It charmed everyone, and Betts was clearly comfortable with him, but they weren't sure she was his, because of it.

"They think she looks like you," Eddie says.

Steve laughs, "Well, we all know that's not true."

Eddie finally laughs, the crisis averted, and rolls closer to Steve. Steve wraps his arms around him, pulling him in tight.

Betts starts crying through the monitor on the nightstand.

"I think you should go, as her favorite," Eddie says, burying his face into Steve's pillow. 

Yeah, yeah. He'll take one for the team. Eddie gets today to whine about this, but that's all. That's it.

Steve stands, and throws a t-shirt over his head, and heads for the bedroom door, "That's fine. I'll go continue to woo her to my side. As the favorite."

Eddie lays there for a second, and when he finally processes it, he says, "Hey! Wait a minute!"

And Steve just laughs as he closes the bedroom door behind him. This will fix itself by noon. Guaranteed.

If you want to write your own, or go see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

Notes: If you've seen this trend on tiktok it is generally pretty easy to tell who is the dad! I think the secret is don't look at who the baby looks like, look at how they're being held and if they are curious about the situation they've found themselves in, lol.

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧ 🎀🩰 ➛ chan thinks he's subtle as he pines over you

pairing : chan x gn reader

prompt : chan was hopeless when it came to flirting with you. his idea was to post on instagram and wait for you to like the picture and magically realize one day that you're just as much in love with him.

genre : fluff !

felix's ver. | hyunjin's ver. | jeongin's version | lee know's ver. | changbin's version | han's ver.

felix is the first one to notice chan sitting by himself in one corner of their dressing room, brows furrowed and anxiously chewing at his lower lip.

"what's wrong, hyung?" he asks from across the room, successfully capturing everyone's attention.

"nothing." Chan tries to brush it off, but everybody notices the blush creeping up his cheeks.

han giggles, eyeing the phone their leader keeps checking every two minutes. everybody knew what had the idol in such a mood.

you probably hadn't liked the latest selfie he had posted.

Bang Chan was a producer, instrumentalist, singer, dancer, rapper, and leader of one of the biggest 4th gen kpop groups, but when it came to you, he couldn't help himself. the thought of maintaining eye contact with you for longer than a second, much less flirting with you, reduced him into a blushing-stuttering mess. hence, he resorted to the least noticeable option - posting semi thirst traps on their public instagram account, waiting for you to notice the post and like it.

"if you want them to see it, just send it to them." lee know teases.

"I am not waiting for y/n to like my post!"

"I never said I was talking about y/n."

That shuts chan up. he throws a hand over his face, groaning. "I can see that they're online. why wont they just like it?"

jeongin rolls his eyes, pulling out his own phone and sending you a message, which you read giggling.

[ innie ] hey, please do us all a favor and like chan hyung's latest post?

the next minute chan jumps up from his place, a wide smile pulling at his lips.

"They liked the post!"

jeongin really didn't have the heart to tell chan what he had to do.

©lixie-phoria, 2023.

[awrkive]

[DRABBLE] COLD NIGHTS & BLURRED LINES (m) — JJK.

you were used to jungkook making the first move every single time but this particular night, you couldn't help but change things up a little bit.

PAIRING jungkook x (fem) reader

GENRE r18+ (minors dni pls)

WORD COUNT 4.1k (this is def not a drabble anymore but its like 70% smut anyway saur 🤷🏼‍♀️)

WARNINGS/MISC jk in grey tracksuit 😢 oc is not a procrastinator everybody booed. kinda domestic vibes everyone wants to have what they have including ms delusional me !! this is my literally me fic kinda (this is literally just oc thirsting over jungkook OEBDIDHSJEB) also imagine 3D jungkook guys.... 🙏🏼 smut warnings: oral s*x (m&f receiving, 69 position), penetrative s*x, multiple positions, overst*mulation, creampies, unprotected s*x (dont fls 🙏🏼)

NOTES heyyy so i reread cnbl last night and scrolled thru unanswered messages on my inbox and found these 2 (amongst many IEBDIDHSHD) drabble reqs for cnbl and decided to write it bcs i love and miss them!! unfortunately i lost my ao3 password and i have nowhere to post this so whatever im gonna start posting here again LMFAOOOO. anyway, i hope u guys enjoy this 💗 this is most esp dedicated to the second anon i hate college as well i hope this drabble brings you joy ☺️

‼️CN&BL FULL FIC CAN BE READ HERE

You missed who you were thirty minutes ago.

Before Jungkook arrived, you were extremely focused on the essay you've been stalling to get done since last week.

You were set on finishing the paper tonight, determined to submit it a day prior to the deadline – which is two days from now. You've never been a procrastinator and you wouldn't dare start now. But ever since Jungkook called, arriving a little over five minutes after your conversation on the phone and entering your dorm room, you have never been the same. Gone was your will to finish your essay; it yeeted out the window the moment he came in.

It wasn't that he was doing anything wrong, per se. He wasn't pestering you or doing anything to distract you from doing whatever it was you were doing. During the phone call, Jungkook told you he just wanted to hang around and you were in on it. "As long as I finish this essay without you doing anything funny" – that, was what you said. Joking, a little pointed, when he came barging in your door, socks on and hair still slightly wet from the shower he most probably had at his own apartment.

When you said those words, the goof just wiggled his brows, smirking with a look of mischief written all over his face, and then kissed you in such an unnecessarily passionate way that had you internally keening when he broke away. That gave you an initial idea that he would, indeed, do some funny business. If you were honest to yourself, you wouldn't have really minded that at all.

That was thirty minutes ago. Jungkook surprisingly hasn't tried to touch you at all for the past thirty minutes. In the present, he is just sprawled on your bed watching something on your stupid iPad, airpods plugged in both ears, letting you work in peace on your laptop.

Thirty minutes ago, that would've been fine. Because ultimately, you could focus on your essay and finish it then pass it way before the deadline but no, your problem right this moment does not lie on phonology, it lies on why does Jungkook have to lean his back on the headboard, thick eyebrows meeting each other every now and then as he watched his movies, and put that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants on himself?

You've been having an internal battle with yourself trying to fight the urge to look over your shoulders for him every three damn minutes, groaning quietly as you thought about how Jungkook looked so ridiculously hot doing the bare minimum. Literally nothing. He was doing absolutely nothing. And he was making you feel weird in your belly!

Wait. Is it your period? It ended two weeks ago, though, so that is definitely not that. Maybe you are ovulating? You'd have to check your flow app.

Absent-mindedly, you let out the begrudging moan you've been trying to hide.

"God."

As if alarmed, Jungkook suddenly shoots up and speaks after what felt like centuries.

"You okay? Am I bothering you here?" He said, voice dripping with honey and face full of concern. You got even hornier.

Oh my god. You wanted to cry.

You send him a tight-lipped smile. "I'm fine. And uh, no. You're good."

Jungkook doesn't pry further and goes back to his binge. Meanwhile, you force yourself to think of something.

Another long five minutes later, and you are still halfway done with your essay. The unfinished document only seems to taunt you. So, you let out another sigh, quite quiet this time so you don't make Jungkook think he was being an inconvenience. You made up your mind and just decided to give in to your urges.

You shut your laptop down instead of pressing sleep as you are sure there is no way you can do any more work tonight.

Standing up from your seat, you approach Jungkook on your bed.

He looks up at you the moment you hovered over him, taking his eyes off the iPad. When the mattress dips from your weight, Jungkook's lips stretch into a cute smile.

Your horniness dissipates a little over his adorable face.

"Done?" He asks, lifting a hand over your face to tuck a strand of hair away that you didn't even notice. You shake your head. Jungkook leans down to kiss your cheek. "So, tired?"

You scrunch your nose. "Kinda."

He kisses your mouth when a pout forms there.

"Eaten anything yet?" Jungkook scoots over to the side to make room on the bed for you. You fit yourself in the space, albeit tight (this was a dorm room, alright), and Jungkook is quick to slide his arm under your neck while he still holds the iPad on the other.

"Just reheated some leftover pasta from last night." You cringe over your last meal. It didn't taste good at all but you were way too hungry and delivery took forever to your dorm.

Jungkook seems to know that that pasta was shit, but he doesn't comment on that. Just hums and kisses the side of your head.

Ugh.

"Wanna order something in? Thai?" He suggests, looking at you.

But right now, eating Thai or whatever is the last thing on your mind. Though you would like to eat something else.

You tell him so. Except the last part, of course. Please. You have decorum.

"Uhm, no. I think I'll pass on that. Unless you haven't eaten." you say, playfully pointing a finger to his chest.

"Nah, Taehyung cooked dinner. I'm pretty full." Jungkook says, chuckling.

You had a smart remark on your tongue, something along the lines of, "Then why'd you offer to eat if you already have, weirdo" but to be honest with yourself, you already knew why. Jungkook liked seeing you eat. Dude practically buys most of your meals, now that you think about it.

But your still horny-adled brain went to go and tell your hand to search for his bare stomach under his shirt. And so it did. Forget about having decorum, shame is out the door when you press your palm to the flat surface of his stomach.

"Doesn't feel full at all." You commented, feeling the hard ridges of his abs. You hate them right now. But you would also really, really, like to see them.

Jungkook only chuckles at that. Before he can say anything, you ask him, "Hey, quick question."

"Hm?"

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Huh?" Jungkook, ever the man he is, put the iPad away for the first time since he's been here. Confused, but still, you could not have mistaken the look of pure interest in his face the moment you asked him that.

"I want to suck your dick, if you let me." You say, clearing yourself up. You are putting on a brave face, but internally, you are screaming.

So what if this thing between you has been happening for like… ten months now, almost a year? Jungkook was usually the one to always initiate sex and blowjobs were almost a rare occurrence in your sex life because you told him it hurt your knees but the real reason was because you didn't think you were very good at it. Jungkook never asks for it either, and sometimes you feel bad for only reciprocating handjobs during oral sex quickies but! He never says anything about it so maybe that was fine? Anyway, it's not like this is gonna be your first time sucking him. It's just the first time you initiated with your own words.

"Oh, you're serious?" Jungkook scoots over to his side and lays sideways to prop himself up. "Really?" He has an excited smile on, and you know that because of the way his eyes crinkle.

"Don't make me repeat it." You say pointedly, pushing him a little bit. Jungkook doesn't even budge at the slight attack, only holds your hands in his.

"No, I just… I thought you said no fooling around tonight." He says.

You shrug. "Yeah, well."

You don't expect him to tug you closer to him using his hold on you, and you were thankful you managed to suppress a loud squeal when he laid on his back and caught your whole body on top of his.

"I guess you can't resist my charm, after all." Jungkook says, grabbing a handful of your ass.

"Jungkook, please, you're scaring my lady boner off." You roll your eyes as you adjust yourself on top of him to get more comfortable.

"Take care of my gentleman boner then, baby." He counters and just because of that you avoid the kiss he was about to give you.

"Don't ever say gentleman boner ever again." You pinch his nipple and he let out a laugh at your petty retort. You knew he was sensitive there. But even then, you were starting to feel the growing need concealed under his sweats, and you were set on giving him the blowjob of his life tonight for some reason.

"I have a suggestion to make," Jungkook says suddenly, stopping you from crawling down to his body. You arch your brow at him, he continues, "I don't think we've ever tried sixty-nine, yet, haven't we? Because I also really want to eat you out right now."

"Oh, well, yeah…" you nod. You find yourself heating up at the way he casually tells you the last part.

"So…?"

You haven't really tried that either, and not just with him, but also with your other sex partners that only really summed up to less than four people, and that's including Jungkook. Anyway, the sixty-nine position sounded interesting.

"Okay, sure." You shrug.

"Fuck, you're the best."

This time, you give in to the kiss he gives you and pretty much after that it turns into a heavy make-out session with Jungkook fondling your boobs underneath your overused highschool PE shirt while you ground down against his erection that only kept growing harder as seconds passed.

You are panting when you break away, a string of saliva in between your lips, breathing for some air. Jungkook kisses his way down your neck, suckling on your skin and soothing it with his tongue.

"Take your shirt off," you say, already impatiently tugging at the hem of his clothing.

Without a word, Jungkook frees himself from the fabric. "You too, and your panties. Please."

You chuckle at the "please" but nonetheless straddle him to take your shirt off. Jungkook looks up at you with hooded eyes, massaging the bare skin of your waist as you wriggle your hair out of the neckline. He grips your waist as you lift your bum off his stomach, pulling your panties and shorts down in one go one leg to another.

"Shit," Jungkook hissed at the sight of your glistening pussy that has gotten wet overtime, hands roaming all over your body like he doesn't really know where to touch. Always fascinated and in awe with what you show him, always so eager, so touchy. And you always love his undivided attention. Makes you feel like a princess for some reason. Doesn't help that he calls you that sometimes, too.

"Oh, fuuck," he groaned when you sat on his stomach. You couldn't help but let out a quiet moan, too, feeling his hot skin and your cold pussy touching together. "Angel, fuck, come here, let me kiss you."

You lean down to kiss him and he quickly reciprocates, his tongue entering your parted mouth, swirling and licking inside, taking your breath away. You could feel yourself smearing your wet mess on his abs but you couldn't really care less, not when Jungkook looked like he couldn't, too, squeezing every inch of you he could get his hands on. And they were everywhere, alright. Your breasts, your waist, hips, ass, his thumb on the inside of your thighs, all the while kissing you like he was hungry for it.

Jungkook jostles you a little when he lifts himself up a little to slide down the grey sweatpants you have a love and hate relationship with, his dick shooting up his abdomen and touching your ass as a result.

He stops kissing you.

"Alright, one more minute of you grinding against me will make me nut. Sit on my face now, baby."

Blood shoots up your cheeks, making you feel hot. A little funny, given what you are doing right now. But he can't just be so casual about it! He was asking you to sit on his face like he was telling you the grass is green. Regardless, you kiss him one last time.

"Don't suffocate." You warned him, already reversing your position as easily as you can so that your back is facing him.

You hear Jungkook chuckling from behind. "Please, I'll die happily suffocating in this pussy."

"Please don't talk about dying." You deflect, already feeling so shy about the whole thing. Indeed it was your first time to try this position, and you quite didn't know how to act. You wonder if he's done this already in the past, but found yourself irritated at the thought of him doing this with anybody else. You'd have to assess what that feeling of irritation means later.

"Hmm," Jungkook hums, grabbing the globes of your ass and fondling them before you could even properly place your knees on both sides of his head. With his hold on the flesh, he pulls you closer to him until you feel his breath on your core. "Ah, shit, will never get tired of this pussy, baby. Fuck, you're so wet."

You try to focus your attention on his hard dick against his stomach, veiny and rigid, red at the tip and shining with pre-cum. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you lean down a little more so that you can begin teasing him.

But Jungkook beats you down to it as he licks a long stripe across your pussy. It has you keening and stumbling a little over, feeling so good at the contact of his tongue against your sex. You hear him hiss before he says, "Come on, pretty, sit on my face, don't hover."

You hesitate before giving in, and Jungkook is quick to continue the ministrations of his tongue on your pussy. The position was so new to you but you couldn't help but think it was so good, feeling him this way, albeit still a little conscious about cutting off his air supply. But as Jungkook starts licking and sucking, you remember his cock in your hand and it prompts you to stroke him up and down; slow, because your mind is cloudy from the way you could hear the slick of your pussy from Jungkook's licking.

Leaning down, you kiss the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum off the top. There was Jungkook's groan again, and you thought that was a good sign, then continued to suck his tip a little just to see it getting even redder.

Jungkook suddenly gets more aggressive in the ministrations of his tongue, from his slow yet precise strokes, he starts increasing speed, fingers getting tighter on your asscheeks, the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance giving you a taste of being full.

It prompted you to whimper, Jungkook only humming, seemingly pleased with himself. Letting out a shaky breath, you resume stroking his cock, twisting your fingers around the base. Soon, you lean even closer so that you can wrap your lips around the head.

Jungkook's groan was a pure sinful sound of pleasure as you did so. Nevermind that he was having his own feast on your pussy, you were determined to make him cum. And to do that was to suck on the tip gently at first, swirling your tongue on the cum that's building up on it. You joined the motion of it with your hand stroking the shaft up and down, cheeks hollowed and sucking the air in your mouth to create a suction that has Jungkook slightly jolting in his position.

"Oh, fuck yeah, baby, that's it, you're so good at this… shit," He says behind you, moving his mouth off your pussy and replacing it with two fingers. Jungkook slides them in easily, the squelching sound so apparent it cannot be mistaken for anything else if there was anybody but you two in the room. "You like this, baby? Hm? You're taking my fingers and my cock so well."

You moaned around his cock, heat starting to spread all over your body as Jungkook began to join his digits with his own mouth, devouring your pussy like he always does when he goes down. You start losing your rhythm on his cock, choking on it a third time now as you haven't really managed to fit it all in your mouth. You've always tried to, but he's always been a little too big for you. If it was a skill issue, you didn't care, Jungkook enjoys it just as much as you do.

When Jungkook rubs your clit, that's when you start shaking on your knees, threatening to crumble down.

As if he knew what was coming, Jungkook suddenly says, "Don't come yet, baby, not now." and you swear you would have actually cried.

What you didn't expect is Jungkook suddenly sitting up, his hands gripping your hips so that you don't jostle on top of him. You let go of his dick as he slides you off his body, and you let him manhandle you into sitting on his cock that slides in too easily like your pussy was fine silk. You now sit on top of him in what seems to be like a reverse cowgirl position, except that you aren't the one in control of your own movements.

"Oh, K-kook – Jungkook!" you yelped as he bounced you on his rigid dick, your body melting against his.

"Shh, take my cock, angel. You can do that for me, right? You're so pretty right now, I wish you could see yourself." Jungkook whispers against your hair, and you pathetically nod, craning your neck up at him to seek for his mouth. He smiles at you, the gentle nature of it so contrasting to the way he was controlling your hips, bouncing you in and out of his cock. "My pretty little angel."

He kisses you passionately, and as seconds passed his hands began to travel upwards to cup your breast, fondling it in his hand and pinching your nipple. You also started to initiate your pwn movements, meeting Jungkook's thrusts from below you, all the whole moaning in his mouth at the pleasure of his cock touching every crevice of your pussy.

The feeling of this never gets old even if you've done it exclusively and quite constantly with each other for the past ten months. Sex with Jungkook is always just so intense it always keeps you on your toes.

"K-kook, I'm cumming," you gasped in his mouth, feeling that build up in your belly

"Hm," Jungkook leaves your boob in favor of your pussy. Kissing you one last time on the mouth, he leans against your shoulder to watch as he spreads your nether lips. You look down to his hand there, fingers spreading the lips apart witnessing your own hole getting split open by his engorged cock. The sight was so lewd and obscene you couldn't help your moan. Then, Jungkook begins rubbing your clit again, fast and with a purpose, this time to make you finish. And he finally gives you the green light to do so. "You can cum now, baby."

And as if prompted by his simple words, you came, feeling a gush of wetness coming out of your pussy. You watch the way Jungkook kept his fingers in there, massaging your hole and kissing your neck.

"Jungkook…" you bury your face into the crook of his neck as you come down from your high, pussy throbbing and spasming from the intense feeling of cumming. He did edge you from when he ate you out.

"Good girl."

And again, Jungkook changes your position. From sitting up, you are now laid against the bed again, with him switching your positions so now he's the one hovering and you underneath him. He grabs your hips up and enters your pussy once again, sliding his cock in and out to chase his own orgasm. Your moans only encourage him to go faster, his grunts filling the room.

"Oh, that's it, Kook, you come for me too." You say, reaching for his stomach with one hand and fondling your own boob with other for his own consumption. Jungkook always liked seeing you play with them.

"Yeah, you're so sexy like that," he says, even picking up his speed higher.

Soon, he was cumming with a pained groan, and you didn't expect to cum a second time the same time he did.

Another gush of slickness slides down your pussy while Jungkook pulled out completely. But he was putting it in again a second later, rubbing his dick against your core. You sigh, partly at the sensitivity but also how pleasurable it all still felt even though you've come twice now in the span of almost what? – thirty minutes? Maybe an hour?

"Pretty fucking pussy you've got here, baby," Jungkook says before pushing his cum back into you, making you cry out. "Never gonna get enough of this. Of you."

You whimpered, clinging to his forearms as he continued his actions.

"Cum for me one more time?" He asks, staring deeply into your eyes.

And you couldn't possibly do that. Coming twice was not at all what you envisioned your night to be, thrice was a heart attack. But at the same time, you couldn't really resist his pleading eyes and his deep voice and his still hard cock pushing his creampie deeper into you.

So you nod your head, and Jungkook leans down to swipe the strand of hairs that sprouted all over your face overtime, wet on the hairline from your sweat, just before he slides his cock all the way in again, repeating that in and out routine, the slamming and the bottoming out, the quickening oh his pace and your toes curling once again that impeded your orgasm for the third time that night.

When you finished, exhausted and spent the fuck out, Jungkook laid on your boobs and kissed all over, playing with one of your nipples in his other hand. You were flat on the bed, dead weight, looking up at the ceiling and closing your eyes to cool yourself from what had just happened.

"Okay, that's enough, Kook, we gotta clean up." You say, massaging the soft curls on the top of his head.

He only let out a non-committal hum.

"Jungkook."

"Yes, baby?"

"Enough sex. I'm fried." You say, pulling his hair slightly to make him look up at you. But that was a bad decision of course 'cause he only seemed to enjoy the teasing.

"Just saying hello to these amazing boobs of yours." You rolled your eyes at his retort, nonetheless accepting it.

"Thanks, I guess."

Eventually, Jungkook stopped being clingy and finally found the will to fetch a wet rag from the bathroom. He cleaned you up and and you didn't bother dressing up except the panties you asked him to get for you. Soon after that, you cuddle together in bed.

"Hey," Jungkook suddenly whispers behind you, fingers massaging your hip, mouth press to your head. You hum. "I think we should do that more."

You try to look over your shoulder. "What? The sex?" you say, chuckling.

Jungkook pinches your hip. "Yeah, I told you we should have sex everyday. But that's not the point, I meant the sixty-nine."

"Well, first of all, having sex everyday is physically not possible," you roll your eyes though he couldn't see. "Second, I enjoyed that position, too. A little bit distracting, but definitely really enjoyable."

Jungkook agrees. "I think you just gave me the best blowjob of my life, if you wanna know."

"Really?" you confirmed, smiling up at him.

"Almost nutted when you sucked my head."

You chuckle, slapping his chest and roll your eyes again for how many times now?

"No but seriously…" Jungkook suddenly turns, indeed, serious. But he's still smiling, though, just a little less playful with his tone. "What was with you tonight? Did you finish that essay?"

Oh god, your essay. Right.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little remembering how you were basically thirsting over him him a while ago. And for no reason too.

Despite cringing internally, you shrug. "No, not really, but submission's two days from now and I just wanted to kiss you, I guess."

That made Jungkook's smile even bigger. He doesn't say anything more but only scoots even closer to your neck, kissing your hair.

"Hm, I always wanna kiss you too, and I do. But I love it when you ask for it."

You think you'll start doing it more, too.

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Idk if requests are open but if they are may I request a Mammon x plus sized curvy reader with AuHDHD if that's alright?

Oh… darn. Well, Mammon probably won’t be lenient or nice about it. He is that type of guy so whilst he’s a bit offensive, I hope it’ll be okay. I’m not personally mocking being plus sized or having AuHDHD, I just doubt Mammon would be nice about it at first— but anyway

Mammon- Greatest Self

Straight up… Mammon is pretty goddamn crude and a big selfish bastard. He doesn’t apologise for anything he does and he doesn’t regret being judgemental or discriminative since he only cares for himself

So, when he sees you… a ‘unappealing plus sized brat with a fucked up head’ that’s apparently his new employee, has him apathetic and disinterested so he doesn’t even care to be nice nor ease up his toxicity as your boss

Mammon didn’t really fear insulting your physical body or your psychological issues. He finds both of them very annoying and he cannot bring himself to be patient with you, so for the first few months he had you hired. He treated you badly…

However, for the first time in his life, the Sin of Greed… genuinely felt something bad for somebody else upon making his nasty remarks when he saw the way you were upset over him

Mammon doesn’t know why but he ended up changing his attitude with you since he couldn’t take the sharp stabs in his heart anymore! He can’t insult you without hurting himself. Eventually, he completely silences his bad treatment and tries his best to compliment you

Mammon actually really don’t believe that disorders exist at all and when you, when gaining back trust to your Circus-decored sin boss, explain what AuHDHD is… he does his end to not laugh at the nonsense and listens up. He doesn’t get all this medicine and this treatments yet he keeps trying to understand you anyway

Mammon likes his people attractive and thin and curvy. Whilst he doesn’t think plus sized is attractive at first, he also thinks that there is a POSSIBLE chance that a plus sized curvy person can be hot and eventually, he does view you that way… your plush curves is soft and squishable

Honestly, he thirsts over you like crazy. Mammon loves to kiss and suck your soft plus-sized belly and waist. Feel your bigger thighs and your nice thick ass… he loves the same you feel, you’re amazing and he basically pants over your body

This is a lot less sexual but romantic passion, Mammon doesn’t find anybody sexually thriving but romantically thriving. It’s why he likes your body, he likes to dress you up and put you nice clothing and shoes… oh, it makes him flutter!

Don’t worry, Mammon will NEVER let anybody insult your body or your conditions! He did previously but he doesn’t anymore since you’re now his beloved partner so if anybody even dares to make fun of you, he’ll devour them whole with no hesitation whatsoever

NOBODY hurts his beloved little kitten!

Mammon is the type of pampering lover, he enjoys giving you all kinds of wonderful presents and items pretty much 24/7 since his love language is in the form of ‘receiving gifts’. It’s spoiling but it’s his best strength, getting the best things since whilst he hates spending money. He’ll spend it on him and you

Mammon is not usually a patient man at all but he is always doing his best for you since he has some weird obsession over you that he can’t explain at al! He does his best to be patient with your conditions and understand your different attitudes aren’t intentional… even if your tones may offend him

Mammon may like you a lot but he is still a awfully greedy money-eyed prick so he’ll market you in whatever your best skill is so he can profit from it but he will gladly give you… a proportion of that income gain. He only slightly exploits you where he exploits everybody 100%

Mammon enjoys having you match him in clothing or accessorises! So, he likes to get you to wear whatever he is at the time, I’m afraid you’ll have to get use to this little cute thing until he gets bored of it… which will probably take some time so he’ll make you his Mini Me and admire how cute you look!

Mammon treats you like a Prince/Princess/Royal amongst the workplace so you get special privileges, and his employees do as you want when you want by his command. If you’re hungry, they give you food first. If you need time alone to handle your AuDHD, they are to leave right away

Mammon personally doesn’t think you need to do anything for anybody else so when you tell him, after a long day, about people saying you need to lose your weight. He’ll basically say; ‘you don’t need to change for anybody’ but if you ever want to change your plus-sized form, he’ll be there to support you… in the most Mammon way

Now. To top up your relationship with the Aussie Greed King, Mammon is not the most perfect boyfriend and he’s always trying to improve his ugliest traits to not hurt your feelings so he needs time but he does love you and he’ll show it

“Eh? Do’n wan’a perform this year, babe? Ya’d make a’ adorable one, ya know. Crikey, crikey. Ay, I was just saying, doll… don’t need to hiss at me like that. Lucifer’s will. Would ma’ performin’ with ya help at all?”

[ilycosy]

❝ PERFECTION ❞ | LUKE CASTELLAN

pairing : luke castellan x daughter of aphrodite!reader

summary — being a child of aphrodite deems you perfect from the moment you get claimed, the expection of complete and utter perfection can weigh down on somebody. somehow, a simple hermes boy reaches all those expectations without even trying.

warnings : hurt/comfort but it's platonic , this takes place in noted , luke is a cocky dumbass & reader is heavily implied to be autistic

aﾉn — first fic for noted !! the smau is being worked on l8r since im a little exhausted n not feeling well again but , i have this to hold u guys over <3 + some smut in drafts :33 every1 say thank u kai for proofreading this <33 @grsveyrrd

you couldn't remember the last time you felt at ease, being at camp always got your blood pumping and the rush of adrenaline in your veins. even being a daughter of aphrodite, stereotypically dainty, you still felt that rush for glory.

you couldn't ever express that need for it though, as camp counselor, you were always expected to guide younger campers into their quests and their own legacy while ignoring your own. it seemed that you were the only one held to that expectation though, clearly shown by hermes cabin.

luke castellan, son of hermes. god of messaging and traveling, he always seemed to be on the move— talking idly with anyone who will listen, overall somebody who people can look up to.

not you though, you couldn't help but resent him. his overly confident smile and cute head tilt, not to mention how he's always winning every sword fight he's ever been in. he'd say something stupid like 'perks of being the best in the last three-hundred years', and then your eyeroll would just fuel his ego.

perfection was expected at camp, from everybody. being the pride of the gods was almost unachievable, almost.

you and luke had always seemed to never get along, most played it off as playful banter but you both knew it was something more. you just couldn't stand each other, no matter how hard you both tried.

he was just easily amazing at everything he does, seemingly rushing into things without thinking and winning. while you were stuck on the opposite team desperately working, never succeeding.

frustration was the worst way to describe it, it barely encompassed everything you felt. "hey," a voice spoke out, sounding raspy from thirst. "luke is wondering where you are, it's almost time for archery."

evan, while not related to you in any way, he was basically your brother. you took a shaky breath as you looked down at the lake, the prickling pain of every sense coming alive at full force now hitting you.

you didn't respond to him, unable to form the words to describe how much you didn't want to face luke and be proved to be a fool again. the metallic clink of evan's armor was heard as he sat down next to you, he was supposed to be at a practice run of capture the flag right now.

"you're skipping practice." you state, your head resting on your legs as you breathe heavy. regulating yourself the way chiron taught you, even though it barely ever worked.

you heard the click of his mouth before he went quiet, drumming his fingers on his knee before speaking. "im helping my sister," he says, scrunching up his nose at the endearment he called you himself. "practice can't wait, besides ill just fall asleep."

you laugh but it hurts, not a good hurt but more of a achey hurt. hurt for the exertion of emotion, hurt that he finds himself useless in an important sport, and hurt that you're failing to meet your obligations for the other campers at archery practice.

evan fills the silence until he can't anymore, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. sometimes you wonder if he's mr. d's son with how he can act so witty and talkative with you, even though he's a hermit around others.

eventually though, his predictions were right. two hours into his talking he begins to lean, falling asleep almost as fast as he began talking. resting his head on your shoulder, his black hair tickling your cheek.

his smell was comforting though, and even though the armor he hadn't shed dug into your side and your stomach as you laid down with him on you— you couldn't imagine trading it.

his light snores and drool seeped into your bright orange shirt, but you ignored it. using his body as a weighted blanket as you looked out into the water, finding the warm sun and soft grass rather comfortable.

you drifted off easily, hypnos taking you under his wing as he allowed you a peaceful sleep. freed from worries and the expectations, he didn't even let you wake when another counselor found you guys.

luke looked down at the two of you in the grass, taking a moment to just be a tired teen with you before gently picking you up. smiling gently at evan's sleepy face before gesturing him to follow him back to the cabins, cradling you maybe a bit too close than he would with others.

but evan wouldn't say anything, the moment was perfect even if you didn't remember it. (he definitely took a picture though).

[camimadralicious]

The Boys and their Favorite Sex Positions

Rafayel

He loves looking at you during sex, be it with a mirror or right in front of him. That’s why Rafayel loves it when you ride him. He can see your body moving with fluid motions like high waves at sea.

Your skin is soft as the morning sky, but the muscles underneath bend and strain, furious strength moving you as you rock up and down on his cock, forcing him into yourself again and again, a storm that takes him apart, violent but beautiful.

He can rest his eyes on you and watch in awe or even reach out, hold on to your hips and feel the push and pull like a tidal wave, or sculpt the shape of your breasts in his palm. You’re a living masterpiece to him that he can shape to his liking, tousling your hair, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your body, or decorating you with his come.

Every time, he’s looking forward to using a new canvas to give shape to all your desires. When you're with him, free and unburdened, the fire in your eyes puts his evol to shame, and Rafayel does nothing but witness you as you burn him alive.

Zayne

He doesn’t like distractions, but the second he looks at any sort of table, his thoughts wander to you. It can be a picnic table at the park, his desk at work, or a freaking pool table, if it’s there, Zayne will find a way to fuck you on it. It doesn’t matter if he lifts you up and dives between your legs or bends you over it, something about having you at display, ready for him to be devoured, drives any sane thought out of his brain.

You blush so nicely when he lifts you up on any durable service and drapes you the way he wants you. Lucky for him, you’re happy to follow his lead, knowing that you’ll be properly cared for. He takes his time exploring you, teasing and edging you until you fall apart, and finally beg him to fuck you.

Looking at a table, it’s hard to forget how you moan and whimper, pushing back at his cock to drive him even deeper while your fingers claw at the edges of the table until you shudder with pleasure and cry out his name. It’s so very distracting indeed.

Xavier

He likes to sleep and cuddle, preferably with you. The thing is, when he wakes up as the big spoon, your cute butt rubbing against his crotch, it’s quite impossible to get up and make breakfast. Instead, he trails kisses over your neck and shoulders until you wake up. He loves it when you’re still sleepy and melt into him with every touch, letting him explore your body until you get goosebumps all over and your nipples harden against his palm. He takes his sweet time playing with you and it takes all his self-control not to fuck you senseless the second his fingers find your pussy so hot and wet for him.

Instead, he spreads your legs, his fingers barely digging into your thigh as you grind against him, whispering his name and begging for more. Your moan when he finally pushes into you is the most wonderful sound in the world, and rocking into you, he can’t help but caress your body everywhere he can reach. He holds you close while your muscles clench around his cock until you beg him to fill you up.

There’s a good chance you both fall asleep again afterward, but he doesn’t mind. That only means he gets to wake up with you in his arms again.

Sylus

He never cared much about a difference in size with a lover, after all, he’s taller than pretty much everybody. With you, it’s different.

The way you look up at him, fighting spirit and pride unbroken, no matter what he does to you, creates a thirst inside him he can barely quench. No matter how busy he is or how dangerous the situation is, he has to have his hands on you, and it drives him mad how delicate you are in his hold.

He can’t help but lift you up, have you hold on to his neck, or put your legs around him. Sometimes you cling to whatever is in reach and he holds you by the hips as he pounds into you, your cries echoing in the long corridors of his mansion. Everybody around will know that you’re once again impaled on his cock, giving yourself to him with all that you have.

You’re unable to escape when he ravishes you with his teeth, his hand closing around your throat. You invite it, challenge him, tell him to fuck you harder, and he follows your every command, unable to resist your perfect body and the glint in your eyes. He’d never admit it out loud, but you both know that in truth, he’s the imprisoned one, unable to do anything but fulfill the wishes of his beautiful kitten.

[rafescvntyclubgf]

College Hockey Rafe…

⭐️ Republished ⭐️

+18 Language - ✨fluff✨

Who was aimlessly scrolling his fyp until he landed on an edit of himself. He double-tapped the screen, liking the fancam on his burner account. His page gets a little more curated, tailored to his current fixation: himself.

The edits were great: viral song after viral song, thirst trap after thirst trap. All of the comments were the same, praise, hate, horny thoughts. All of the captions from the editors were vanilla. “Go Blue.” “First Edit after a Week.” “Everybody needs a Captain Like This.”

But then, one caught his eye. He watched the edit play out: “The Box” by Roddy Rich. It was his song – the song that played after every goal.

@/puckbunnyae02: Rafe Cameron, the man u r

Edit for my own viewing pleasure atp He smiled at his screen, watching it repeatedly, reading through the comments while people praised the editor.

“She suckin’ on dick, no hands with it.” The song alone had him smirking to himself. That, paired with the handle, puckbunnyae02. Out of all the numbers, it was his. He quickly shared the edit tohs main account. Switching over to do a little digging.

Go Blue University Class of 2025 she/her bio: editing my favorite hockey boys

His eyes widened as he looked at your pfp, seeing the blue ring. Most likely just you reposting an edit on your story, but he was wrong. His mouth fell open, watching the live video of you shot from the local bar form the night before. You were stunning. He quickly added you, subscribed to your notifications, sliding in your dm’s almost instantly with a simple

@rafecam2: hey

He watched the next edit.

@puckbunnyae02: I’ll never get tired of these game-day fits.

Rafe felt slightly jealous as he watched a velocity edit of his teammate walking into the arena. Rafe went to his closet, pushing his basic suits aside, choosing something navy for the next night, draping it on the back of the chain, and laying out his best gold watch and chain.

He strolled back to the bed, glancing at his phone for a TikTok notification. Nothing. He pulled up your page again, going to the comments of the original video and adding one himself.

@rafecam2: nice 🙂

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself almost instantly as he did some mental math, cringing at the time between the original like and new comment getting second-hand embarrassment for himself. What if she thinks I’ve been watchin’ this edit for the last 20 minutes? He sat there anxiously, biting at his nail, debating whether to delete.

@puckbunnyae02: tysm 💕

Shit. He thought to himself as he eyed your reply on your edit, quickly retreating to his dm’s to sit and wait.

@puckbunnyae02: hey 💕

His cheeks warmed up, doing all but kicking his feet and twirling his hair as he saw the message from you.

@rafecam2: you free after the game tomorrow?

[dilemmaontwolegs]

hellooo

are you accepting requests?

if so could you please write me one where reader is a journalist on the grid and basically everybody is flirting with her yk tryna bed her but shes only gonna let one of them do it

and shes like pretty assertive and dom, making the boys beg her to fuck them

you could pick who she fucks from lando, carlos or charles

sorry if this is too much i couldnt help it <33

Not really but I’m trying to do some while I finish the series I have on the go so I guess kind of??? My inbox is a gamble at the moment hahaha 💕

Say Please || LN4

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, sub!lando, dom!reader, edging, overstim. WC: 1.6k

F1 Masterlist

Miami was really bringing the heat and every rising degree was only intensified by the black asphalt beneath your heels. You were in desperate need of shade as you wandered the pit lane to observe some of the teams but that would have to wait. There were people to interview and notes to write so you could have your editorial piece ready by the end of the weekend. 

“Oh, there she is!” 

Lando’s voice carried on the warm breeze and you tipped your head to the sound before turning in his direction. The driver was nearly tripping over himself and Carlos to reach you first, Charles following behind with an amused smile.

“Hi Lan,” you greeted the winner of the impromptu race as he skidded to a halt in front of you. “I didn’t see you when I made the rounds in McLaren.”

His smile turned to a disappointed frown at the news and he groaned. “Ah man, I missed you.”

“You haven’t come by Ferrari yet, have you?” Carlos asked, hope filling his face as he waited for your answer.

“Not yet.” His hand closed to a fist and he punched the air making you laugh. “I haven’t taken a break yet and I’m dying of thirst.”

Lando held up one finger to wait as he ran back to his garage and returned with a bottle of chilled water. “I can get you something else if you want…whatever you want.”

Carlos suddenly rushed off and came back with a plate of club sandwiches and, not to be outdone, Charles retrieved an umbrella to shield you from the sun. 

“My heroes,” you praised, giving them each a kiss on the cheek and enjoying the way their skin turned a rosy shade of pink.

Lando was the one who gave a giddy giggle and cupped his face as the blush spread down his neck. “You can have my driver's room if you want to get out of the sun. You’re so hot. I mean, you must be hot.” 

“Mine’s bigger,” Carlos said as he stood a little straighter and leaned his elbow on Lando’s shoulder. “Because size obviously matters.”

“Not to me,” you smirked. They three men watched as your fingers wrapped around the bottle, twisting the cap off before sealing your lips around the tip. The cool water was just what you needed to battle the heat and you moaned with satisfaction after swallowing it down. “Mmm, that’s better.”

“So, uh, what, um, what does matter to you?” Lando asked with a sheepish look on his face. 

You stepped towards the three of them and curled a finger until you were all huddled close in a tight circle. “You want to know what makes me hotter than this place?”

A round of eager nods bobbed around you and they leaned on even closer so you could feel their breaths on your face. 

Pushing your sunglasses up your head, you looked each of them in the eyes and smirked and one by one they broke away first and looked down. When their heads were almost bowed to you, you finally answered them. “Nothing gets me wet like seeing my little pet submitting to me, down on his knees, willing to do everything to please me, begging for my attention.”

Lando’s legs looked ready to collapse beneath him and you knew from the moment you met that he had such potential. He wanted to please, he wanted to serve and was always the first to race to be at your side like an excitable puppy. 

“Just one?” Carlos asked after a sharp intake of air refilled his frozen lungs. At your nod he peered at his friends with an edge that promised a strong competition. Charles narrowed his eyes in return, promising it wouldn’t be an easy competition, but Lando just looked down in defeat.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you curled your finger beneath his chin to see his sad eyes. 

Those pretty blue eyes flicked to the Ferrari drivers before returning to his feet. “They have more experience than me. I don’t have a chance.” You started to retreat with a sigh, feeling bad for putting such pressure on the man, but he caught your hand. “Please,” he begged, “just give me a chance, please?”

The warmth that radiated your body had nothing to do with Miami and everything to do with the needy desperation in Lando’s voice. It sent your heart racing and smiled sweetly as you cupped his face and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Good boy,” you praised. “All you had to do was say please.”

Lando’s eyes were screwed shut but it did nothing to stop the tears from leaking out as he bit his lip to hold back the whimper. 

“Good pet, just a little longer,” you soothed as you wiped away the salty streaks down his cheeks. “You’re doing so well.”

His dark lashes fluttered before they opened to show you a glimpse of the ocean, the waves shimmering in his tears. “Please, I can’t…I’m gonna cum…”

“Hold it,” you ordered as your hands returned to his weeping cock, the head red and swollen from edging him for so long. The vibrating ring was tight around his thick base and the veins that ran along his shaft grew bolder with each passing second. “You have such a pretty cock, my pet.”

His hands twisted against the restraints tied to the headboard, his wrists just as red as his face as he forced himself to refrain from spilling his seed over his lap. The taut skin over his balls pulled even tighter as you licked the delicate seam between them and you heard him moan as you felt his cock twitch in your hand. The sight of him laid out before you was incredibly beautiful but the whimper that fell from his lips was the pinnacle of perfection and for that you just had to reward him. 

“Go on, bub, you’ve been so good for me, you can come.” 

His entire body shuddered with the permission you gave him and his back arched off the bed as he erupted. There was no other way to describe his release as his cock pulsed and thick ropes of cum spattered across his stomach that rose and fell with quick pants. 

“Holy shit,” Lando moaned as he tried to regain his breath but you weren’t finished with him yet. Your thumbs milked every drop out of him, massaging him using his own cum to glide smoothly over his silken skin until he whimpered from the overstimulation. 

“I knew you would be the one,” you praised as you reached up to pull the slip knot on the ropes, releasing his arms that fell slack across the pillows. “You are the perfect little pet for me.”

You kissed his forehead before peppering them down his cheeks and finally reaching his lips that parted for you with a heady mewl. Combing your fingers through his damp curls, you pulled away and fluffed up his pillows to make him comfortable while he came down from the high he had endured. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Lando nodded weakly, expended of all his energy, and you went to the bathroom to run a washcloth under the warm water. His deep hum of appreciation warmed your chest as you cleaned the mess from his hard abs before drying him off and dragging the blankets up the bed. 

“Roll over, sweetie,” you coaxed him softly until he turned on his side and you climbed into the bed behind him. His head nestled onto one arm as your other draped over waist and you held him tight until the soft tremors of his strained muscles began to ease. “How was that for you?”

Lando’s small giggle made you smile and you kissed the beauty spot on his shoulder blade while you waited for an answer. When a few seconds passed and he hadn’t spoken you shifted closer so you could see his dopey smile. 

“I need an answer, Lan,” you gently reminded him, “out loud.”

“It was…” he shook his head trying to clear the haze that clouded his thoughts so he could think of the word he was searching for. “Mind blowing. Overwhelming. Amazing.” He started to fall quiet and you watched as more feeling flitted across his face. “A little scary to start.”

You hid the frown that wanted to pinch your brow and kept the soft smile on your lips, not wanting to miss the opportunity to keep him open with his thoughts. “What can I do to make it better?”

“N-nothing,” he stammered. “I just didn’t know what to expect. It was one thing to talk about it but I guess I just…experiencing it was more. I liked it. I really liked it.”

“So you would do it again?” You didn’t even get all the words out before he was nodding eagerly and you chuckled as you pulled him tighter into your embrace, tutting when his hand started to run up your leg. “Get some rest first, bub. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.”

“But I want to make you feel good too.”

“You did,” you murmured as you nuzzled the back of his neck until you saw the goosebumps spread across his skin. “I enjoyed everything we did, and I will enjoy more of you later when you have rested.”

“Do you promise?”

You chuckled at the needy tone and drew small circles with your fingertips around his navel. “You’ll soon learn, my little pet, all you have to do is say please.”

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[imaniwriting]

Could you maybe do drew starkey and reader in an interview talking about things they like about each other on set and off (they’re together)

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (requests are open and are being answered in 1-2 days for the next 2 weeks)

Warnings: none

Summary : y/n and drew are together on an interview called About you.

Genre : fluff

“So y/n, drew!” Exclaimed the interviewer once the Cameras had started rolling again. “Hi!” Exclaimed Drew while bumping you making you laugh and smile at the interviewer and then turn to the camera to wave.

“Hi!” You said looking back to the interviewer who was beaming at you and drew. “ so today you’re completely free to talk about anything really set or off set related,” she started making you nod patiently. “But it has to be about things you like about each other” she finished making drew smile at her. “Sure we can do this.”

Y/n said while Turing to drew she smiled and broke into a laugh and he did too. “God this is so weird. I mean we know what we like about each other but saying it to each other’s face is different.” You exclaimed rubbing your arms against your thighs

“ okay if that’s the way it is lets start different, so Drew tell me one thing that y/n does on set that you like but you haven’t seen a lot of people do or you think is super cool and weird at the same time” said the interviewer making drew nod and think for a moment.

“Boy you better not embarrass me.” You warned before slapping his face playfully. He just smirked at the camera before turning back to the interviewer.

“So one thing i love, find weird and cool at the same time is the fact that y/n does not only memorize her own script she memorizes everybody else’s and so when ever we say one wrong she’s the first to know.”

The interviewer turned to y/n who was already staring at her. “Is that so?” Asked the interviewer while raising her eyebrows surprised. Y/n nodded her head. “It’s just that it’s easier for me to memorize the whole script i don’t really know why.” You tried to explain before turning to drew who was already looking at you smiling.

“Yeah but if we’re talking about off set I really really love her mood swings i can’t even explain it it’s just so funny to see her go from happy to angry” he said making your jaw drop.

“Dude, what?” You asked making him shrug his shoulders before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek. The interviewer had left from the cameras view leaving them alone to just naturally continue the interview.

“Okay im going to reveal a thing drew does in his free time when we have breaks during filming” you started staring knowingly at one of the cameras pointing at you guys “drew reads thirst tweets about himself in his free Time!” you exclaimed when he tried to grab your face to shut you up.

“See! It’s out and he enjoys them, you do not know how many times I’ve seen him smile at his phone thinking he was cheating only to see him like thirst tweets with his fake account. He be biting his nail and shit like that!” You said when drew finally managed to put his hand over your mouth

“Okay well at least i don’t watch edits all day about myself like you do!” He shot back you shrugged “well i just admire editors work you just read things horny people write when they’re bored.”

“Okay that’s its let’s wrap this up guys I’ll have to have a word with Mrs. Y/l here” he said as he got up and walked awfully close to the camera staring into its lens. “She will regret ever revealing that”

“See he doesn’t deny it!” You yelled from the back laughing. But that quickly died down when he ran up to you and picked you up by the waist. “Good bye guys!” He yelled and ran with you over his shoulder around making several crew members laugh out loud.