#first I just traced over it then I was like ohhh let’s color it and ohhhh let’s add a TINY bit of shading

[sunnibits]

traced over a still from cider with rosie. made it into izzy. please appreciate it. *throws the image file at your head*

[thishintoflove]

“I Think He Knows” - A Kingsman Fanfic

TSwift Songfic Week Day 5

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x M!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Explicit (Pining, dirty talk, hand jobs, oral sex)

A/N: I feel like there’s a lack of M/M in the Pedro cinematic universe fandom, so here’s some bisexual Whiskey having a good time with a fellow male agent.

Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are paired together for an out-of-state mission. On your last night, your pining and his flirting finally come to a head.

I think he knows his hands around

A cold glass

Make me wanna know that body

Like it's mine

The mission was long but you were finally finished with it. Three weeks in Dallas were more than enough for you, and you were looking forward to getting home to your own bed and your own office in Kentucky. You were aching for the privacy it offered, after spending almost a month sharing a hotel room with your fellow agent. This time you’d been paired up with Agent Whiskey, and because of that you were glad the trip was almost over.

It’s not because Agent Whiskey- Jack - was incapable. Quite the opposite. He was extremely efficient and good at his job but he was also… extremely attractive. Which was a huge distraction.

You took pride in being a capable agent but Jack and his pretty face compromised that. You’ve never been in a situation like this before. Lusting over your coworker felt extremely unprofessional, but it was impossible to ignore him. He was an in-your-face kind of guy, always butting in with a comment or joke, always using his body as a weapon. He’d lounge around your shared hotel room in nothing but a thin towel, his wet hair draped across his forehead, and you swear he did it on purpose. The man knew how attractive he was and he obviously loved flaunting it.

He was tall and tan, with soft brown hair, a pair of beautiful round eyes that seemed to sparkle with amusement, and a smile that made your knees weak. The downside was that his smile made just about everyone weak. You were living in your own personal hell. Every single day having to watch Jack be attractive without even trying, and then watch as everyone in his vicinity tried to flirt with him. Tonight he was wearing a black leather jacket and extremely tight jeans, looking more like a movie star than an undercover agent. The man could pull off anything. It’s actually unfair.

You were out at some dive bar, celebrating the end to a successful mission before flying home tomorrow. It was Jack’s idea of course, but you’d agreed because you needed a stiff drink after these three long weeks and honestly you couldn’t say no to him.

“Another round, kid?”

You glanced up and saw him staring at you, a twinkle in his bright eyes. His hand gripped his empty whiskey glass and you eyed your own half-full drink. You couldn’t throw it back like him.

“I’m good for now,” you answered.

He nodded and slapped you on the shoulder as he stood up, “I’ll get you another one anyway. You better finish that by the time I get back.”

You sighed as you watched him walk away. His ass looked fantastic in those jeans. All the training and harsh exercise routines that Champ put the team through really worked for him. No wonder he could get any pretty thing he wanted.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have turned his affections on someone else. You groaned, your eyes never wavering from where Jack stood. He was currently making small talk with the pretty brunette bartender. He was giving her the full Whiskey treatment- gazing at her with those soft, mocha-colored puppy dog eyes and giving her a charming half-grin. Watching him flirt was simultaneously entertaining and torturous. He threw his head back, laughing at some dumb joke the bartender must have said, and you almost growled out loud as you hungrily stared at his neck.

Stupid horny bastard.

He got that boyish look that I like in a man

I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans

It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands

No one understands

You were getting really sick of hiding your partial hard-ons and jacking off in the cold shower, but everything the man did was hot. The deep voice and accent alone were enough to get you going on most days. God, you hadn’t felt like this since high school.

If Jack noticed you staring or caught on to the fact that you took extra long showers, he didn’t say anything. You were openly out at the agency and your sexuality wasn’t a secret. When you first joined the Statesmen, you felt you had something to prove at work, as if you had to demonstrate your masculinity by keeping up with the largest members of the team. But you’ve excelled in your role for years now and you were beyond proving yourself at this point. You were just glad that Agent Whiskey wasn’t one of the people who cared that you liked men.

In fact, he treated you just like he treated everyone-- this meant he wasn’t shy about flirting and teasing you. Sometimes it seemed like he was coming onto you, but you had to remind yourself that he was like that with everyone-- you weren’t special and there was no way he was actually interested.

Before falling asleep each night, you’d listen to Jack’s soft snores and run scenarios through your head of every possible way that you could share your feelings. You thought about all of the things you could say, and all of the ways Jack could react. It was agonizing but your analytical mind couldn’t stop. You wished you had the courage to just ask him out. The worst that could happen is he’d say ‘no’ and maybe request to never work with you again, but then at least you’d be free of him.

Wanna see what's under that attitude

Like, I want you, bless my soul

And I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

A loud laugh suddenly interrupted your thoughts and you looked over to the bar again. The bartender was giggling and grasping at Jack’s arm. The sight made your stomach turn, and you made a quick decision to get out of there before you had to watch them start making out over the bar.

You stepped up next to Jack and finally drew his attention away from the girl.

“Hey, hold off on my drink. I’m gonna head out,” you told him.

“What? Come on now, it’s so early!”

“Yeah. I just don’t really feel like hanging out anymore. I’ll see you back there.”

Before Jack could respond, you threw down some cash on the bar and turned away. You were already across the floor and on your way out the door when a hand on your arm stopped you.

“Hey. Are you pissed at me or something?”

“No,” you muttered, trying to ignore the shot of arousal you felt when he grabbed you, “I just don’t feel like sitting in the corner, watching you flirt with some chick.”

You tried to turn away from him, but Jack let out a quiet “ohhh” of understanding. His grip on your arm tightened.

“We’ve been on this mission for weeks now, and on our last night you finally decide to say something?” Jack laughed, turning you around so you were facing him again. He invaded your personal space, ducking his head and trailing his nose along your neck and jaw.

“What?” you asked, confused because he couldn’t possibly mean...

“You're so slow, that’s what,” Jack mumbled, his lips tracing along your neck. It felt amazing, but... was Jack- your fellow agent and known womanizer- really nuzzling your neck right now?

“I'm confused, are you really into this?” you asked again, trying to hold back a moan. Jack pulled away and looked at you with huge eyes.

“God, you’re an idiot. I've been sending you obvious signs, makin’ eyes at you and showing off what I got, and now I'm literally biting your neck, and you're still asking?” Jack said incredulously. You searched his face and saw eyes that were filled with desperation and lust.

“I just assumed…”

“I like it both ways, kid. Is that clear enough for you?”

He then took one step forward and kissed you fully on the lips. There was only a moment of shock before you melted into the kiss, pressing your bodies closer and running your hands over Jack’s shoulders and back. All of your worries disappeared then. You didn't feel the terrible anxiety that constantly filled you with dread. Your mind stopped frantically thinking about every possible worst case scenario. Everything stopped. There was only Jack.

“Oh ohhhh right. Yeah I’m an idiot,” you quietly mumbled against his lips, “Want to go back to the hotel?”

“Fuckin’ finally,” he replied with a grin.

Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh

We can follow the sparks, I'll drive

So where we gonna go?

I whisper in the dark

You weren’t sure how you made it back to the hotel so quickly, but as soon as you tumbled through the door, Jack had you pinned to the bed underneath him. His hands roamed all over your torso, and he pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it aside before quickly doing the same to his own. The room was filled with your little whimpers every time Jack ground his hips against yours. You stared up at him, his lips swollen and red bitten and eyes blown with lust, and you were positive that you looked just as debauched. He looked just as beautiful hovering over you as you’d always imagined, and you wanted to feel him everywhere.

“More,” you whined, canting your hips up into Jack’s.

He groaned and trailed his hands down your chest, his fingers brushing against your nipples, causing a moan to slip from your mouth. He continued his journey down until he reached the fly of your jeans.

“Lift up,” Jack mumbled, leaning in to kiss your neck as he tried to tug your pants down. You obeyed and soon your pants and your boxers were off, leaving you completely exposed.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he moaned, his fingers barely brushing over your erection, “You’re even prettier than I thought, darlin’.”

You groaned, pushing your body closer to Jack’s. As his hand slowly learned the feel of your cock, your own hands wandered all over his body. From his strong shoulders to his muscular back, to his waist, his hips, his thick thighs. You slipped one hand into his jeans to grab his ass, finally getting the chance to touch the part of Jack’s body you’d fantasized about the most. You could feel his clothed erection rubbing against your thigh as Jack continued steadily stroking your cock.

“Jack,” you whimpered, gazing into his dark, lust-filled eyes. You were barely able to control your thoughts properly since Jack’s pace was getting quicker and way too distracting. He grinned down at you.

“This good, baby? You want it a little rougher?” he asked, a groan slipping from his lips as you squeezed his ass in response.

Jack pushed forward and kissed you harder this time, moving his hand faster along your cock. Then he kissed his way down your neck, sucking and nipping all your sensitive spots. Suddenly he bit down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder, following it up with a long lick with his wide tongue. That show of possessiveness was enough to push you right to the edge. You cried out as pleasure tore through you, coming in ropes all over Jack’s large hand. You gasped for breath, your chest rising and falling as your head lolled against the pillows.

Jack hovered over you, continuing to kiss your neck and upper chest as you came down from your high. “I’ve been told I’m good with my hands, can I get a confirmation on that, darlin'?“ he asked with a cocky grin.

Your eyes blinked open and you smirked at him. “You’ve got the confirmation all over your hand.”

“Ooooh, so he’s mouthy all of a sudden. Guess I just had to get you in bed to see the sassy side of you, huh?” Jack tutted.

“I’ll show you mouthy,” you muttered, blushing at the stupid euphemism even as you trailed a line of kisses down Jack’s sternum and belly.

When you reached the top of his jeans, you surprised your fellow agent by flipping him over and yanking his pants down in one fluid motion. Jack growled at the switch, but when you took his cock into your mouth, he gasped and surged forward. You enjoyed the desperate moan he made as you swallowed him completely, his hips bucking into your mouth. But you wanted to take your time with this. You grasped his hip bone with one hand and held him down, before pulling off his cock and moving to lightly lick his balls. Jack was making beautiful, desperate noises and you loved the idea that this strong, confident agent was falling apart because of you. You smiled against him and swiped your tongue along the bottom of his shaft before taking him fully into your mouth again.

“Holy hell, you’re fuckin’ amazing,“ Jack groaned as you bobbed up and down on his cock, “I’m so close-”

You sucked harder and reached your other hand down to fondle his balls again as Jack thrust into your mouth. Soon he was arching forward and shouting your name. You let him come in your mouth, swallowing his seed down like it was another shot at the bar.

When you looked up at Jack from between his legs, you grinned. He had his head tilted back, one hand thrown across his mouth as he stared at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When he felt your eyes on him, he looked down at you with a satisfied smile.

“Damn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you cut him off, “Even better than I imagined.”

“So you imagined it, huh?”

Unable to control the urge any longer, you leaned forward and pulled Jack into a sweet, affectionate kiss. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and you could feel him grinning the whole time. When you finally pulled back, he was still smiling but he also looked a bit confused.

“Why haven’t we done this sooner?” he asked.

“I was convinced you were straight. I’ve been a fucking mess trying to decide if I should say something or not,” you replied.

Jack hummed and reached for you, but you chuckled and pulled away.

“You need a shower,” you said, “Then we can talk some more.”

“Only if you join me, sugar...”

I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him

I think he knows

[whatanoof]

Cal Kestis Headcanons that No One Asked For

So I’ve slowly been going through story mode of Jedi: Fallen Order, and I’m about to go to the Fort Inquisitorius so I haven’t even finished yet but I’m absolutely in love with Cal Kestis, so here are some hc about him, romantic and non-romantic.

SPOILERS FOR JEDI: FALLEN ORDER

Cal x female!reader

You both love it when you play with his hair. The first time was almost an accident on your part, because you were just sitting behind him on the bunk while he’s tinkering with his saber and staring at the back of his head. It’s so red, and you’d honestly rarely seen such a bright color naturally occurring, much less growing out of a human head? Your hand brushed a strand almost of its own volition, and you both just froze. He slowly turned to look at you, and you almost stopped breathing because Did you just mess up did you just fuck up the relationship oh shit shit shit--. And he just whispers, “Uh, could you do that again?” And you’re in such a state of shock and relief that you just scoot back on the bunk and gesture at your open lap. Cere walks in on the two of you later, him dopey and almost asleep with his head in your lap, your fingers running through the silky strands. She doesn’t say anything, even when Greez points out the two small braids that you left at the nape of his neck.

He’s so competitive. Like come on, this man refused to back down from  two or three separate fights against fully-fledged Inquisitors and one insane Jedi Master while he was still technically a Padawan. So he won’t let you beat him. At anything. You’re watering the latest seed that he brought back from a planet? Bam, he’s got Greez’s special plant food and he’s giving every single one of them a five-course meal. If you’re a Jedi, and you’re meditating in the back of the Mantis? You open your eyes after ten or so minutes and he’s right there in front of you, doing that little concentration face that you fell in love with so easily. If you’re a Jedi, you’re evenly matched in almost everything that you do in terms of abilities, and you teach each other where you’re not. Greez is terrified of watching you two spar, because you don’t hold back, but you’re also so equal to him in skill that it’s a whirl of light and blocking known attacks. 

Him and BD-1 were a package deal, but as soon as you were welcomed aboard the Mantis, Cal couldn’t believe how easily the little droid warmed up to you. Of course, BD sticks with Cal and is his right hand man on adventures, but Cal no longer occupies 100 percent of BD’s free time. You refuse to tell Cal exactly where, but you found a spot right behind BD’s “head” where if you scratch it, the droid is on the ground and kicking a leg in the air in happiness. If you’re a mechanic, you can usually be found in the back, tinkering with BD’s processor to make it run more efficiently, or oiling his joints again, or designing new paint jobs for the happy little droid. Either way, you’ve stolen a decent fraction of the droid’s affection, and none of the Mantis crew has any idea how you did it. It’s actually the first thing that urged you and Cal to start spending more time together, and you remember BD’s happy little hops after you’d finally kissed Cal for the first time.

There is absolutely no backing for this, but I think that Cal can sing. Nothing fancy, of course, it’s not like there are vocal lessons available on Bracca or in the Jedi Order, but he can carry a tune. It’s sometimes the only way you can fall asleep on the Mantis, because even though Greez and the crew make it cozy, it’s not home. But as soon as you’re curled up in the twin-sized bunk, and Cal starts humming to you, you’re out before he’s finished the chorus. Sometimes the songs are happy, but they’re often little ditties that he heard from the clones before Order 66, or mourning songs that fellow workers on Bracca would sing during the night when the rain was pounding on the metal and creating a natural rhythm and harmony for the tired mechanics. They’re songs of lost love, fallen brothers, and vague longings for newer, better lives. You fall asleep to his soothing voice, but you often wake with an ache in your heart for the suffering and pain that Cal has experienced and witnessed in his short life.

He’s ticklish. He hates that you know. He hates that you told Merrin, and now she can blackmail him into getting her favorite foods from supply markets. But you love the childish giggles that you’re able to pull out of him when you finally corner him and run your fingers over his neck. Tickle fights always end in make-out sessions.

+18 NSFW under the cut

So... Cal never had the chance to understand wanting intimacy before you, sexual and non-sexual. He was terrified the first time he looked at you and didn’t recognize that strange feeling in his chest. He’d never felt it before, was there something wrong with him? Was he sick? It takes a sit-down with Greez for him to figure out what’s going on, and it’s even scarier than the possibility of illness. Jedi were forbidden to love, it had always been a taboo in his mind, even if he had never had the opportunity to find out what it felt like.

He pushes it away at first. He ignores the flutters in his chest when you’re laughing with Merrin at dinner. He denies the complete shorting out of his brain when he accidentally brushes too close to you while trying to get to your shared bunk. 

He has his first wet dream, and wakes up absolutely throbbing with the memory of the dream that involved you and him and way too little clothes for his repressed childhood. He tries to grit his teeth and go back to sleep, but it’s too uncomfortable, and he can’t get the image of your body out of his mind. Jedi Masters always gave their Padawans the sex talk, and Jaro Tapal was nothing if not a good Master. So Cal knows basically what he has to do to relieve the tension so that he can get a little more sleep. He just doesn’t expect to lose control of himself to the point where he grunts your name when he comes. His heart just about stops when he hears the bed above him creak, and he yanks the sheets over his head until he’s sure that you’re not awake. He gets up early the next morning so that he can clean up without fear of you catching him.

After you get together, Cal is even more scared of the relationship. He had checked with Cere, and though she skews more traditional in her beliefs, she knows that Cal’s trauma and overcoming of it is more than she could hope to understand. Maybe this relationship could bring a stability to his life that nothing else could provide. She cautions him on the power of Dark Side, and how the fear of losing love dragged many great Jedi astray. But she also trusts you, and she knows that you would never do anything to hurt him. She hadn’t missed the lovesick puppy eyes you’d been sending his way.

You start out promising to take it slow. Neither of you had much experience in the areas of relationships and dating, much less sex, so at the beginning, you make sure to clarify that there’s no pressure to rush through anything. It’s mostly just spending more time together, slowly exploring each other. You both learn about each other’s pasts, and spend time talking through the different experiences, rationalizing and comforting each other. Before you even begin to experiment in bed, he’s become your best friend.

When you finally do, it’s short and sweet and perfect for two people who are trying to take their relationship slow. You teach him about what you like, and he gasps out in between moans what feels good and ohhh, what feels even better. 

Okay, a bit of a time skip here, but after Cal’s more experienced, he is a sucker for you riding his thigh. He’s built and strong, so the ridge of muscle beneath you and rubbing against every single spot that sparks delicious warmth in your belly brings you to climax so much more quickly than you could have expected. He loves looking up at you, mouth open and eyes half shut in ecstasy as you chase your high, your heat leaving sticky wetness on his thigh that only serves to make him harder. He’ll grind his leg up if only to hear that heavenly little squeal and whimper that he can get out of you. You’re beautiful to him even on the worst days, but when you’re above him, sweaty and on the brink of coming all over his thigh? Stars, you’re the most glorious thing he’s ever seen, and he rode a shyyyo bird over the untouched forest of Kashyyyk.

Sadcanons. Don’t read if you don’t want sad feels tonight

There is no denying that Cal’s not a whole person at the beginning of the storyline. He definitely regains some of himself back, but there are parts of him that I believe died with the clones and died with Jaro. There are times where he has nightmares, and when he wakes up, he doesn’t want to be with anyone. Even you. He’ll lapse into silence for hours and days at a time, staring at the blank wall while you try to get him to eat or drink something because damnit it’s been days and he hasn’t so much as moved. Your heart breaks at every sign of his damage, because you know that there is only so much you can do to help. This is a journey that he has to complete independently, though it doesn’t mean that you won’t be here for him when he wakes up.

You trace his scars to comfort him. He’s insecure about them, and is terrified of the memories that they bring back. But when you’re there, loving even his jagged edges, it’s all marginally better and he can bear to live with himself a little more.

He comforts you too. Whatever your background, the Clone Wars and the Purge gave everyone a little bit of damage, and you were no different. He holds you when you’re crying, and comforts you after your nightmares. He’ll purposefully pick a happy song to sing when he knows that you’re down, and he never fails to make you laugh through the tears.

His psychometry allows him to understand your trauma better than you could hope to understand his. Before you even allow him to sense your past, you make him promise to not internalize any of it. You know that he would, though it makes no logical sense. He promises. 

Oops I made myself yearn. Now back to our regularly scheduled program of single life. School’s kicking my ass right now, but this made me feel better so I can’t complain too much.

But in all seriousness, I recommend this game 10/10. The Star Wars content is absolutely impeccable, the graphics are gorgeous, it gives me a thrill in my chest to know that every single second is canon. Cal is a beautifully written character, and even though his story breaks my heart, it’s written so well. He doesn’t lash out in anger, rather internalizing his fears and pain in a way that I can relate to, and he’s scarily powerful. It’s a feel good story for me despite the pain, and I’m looking forward to finishing it this weekend!

[chuuulip]

In My Bones

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader (Vampire AU)

Warning: 18+, Steve being a tease, Oral (female receiving) NSFW, PWP,  

Words: 2043

Summary: You haven't seen your vampire boyfriend for a month, and by that, a night in a club might alleviate your loneliness, even just for a while.

Prompt: This fic used multiple prompts as followed:

I’m gonna rip these panties off and shove my tongue between your sweet lips

I know how this goes. First you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then at the end of the night, you ask for my number 

A.N: This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and @the-mcu-horniest-book-club​  as well as @drabblewithfrannybarnes​. I’m feeling an early Halloweenesque so I pulled back my vampire boyfriend Steve (He might appeared again on Halloween!). This story is kind of a continuation from "In my veins" but I think you don't need to read it to read this. This piece isn’t beta and if there’s a grammar mistake, that will be on me 😉 I just want to do some short smut things, lol happy reading!​

 You stared down on your reflection in the dim bathroom. Makeup looks bolder than what you used too, but you didn't care. Your cat-eye eyeliner and your hair were on point. Soft lips were repainted with the red shade lipstick that suited you, not to mention extra blush to the cheeks. Tired of the piled up homework and grading you do in the past week. Not to mention the absence of constant skin to skin contact from your boyfriend made you dare yourself to go out with your friends tonight.

Feel satisfied with your look, you smoothened the black silk dress and exited the room. The sound of the music graced your ears when you were back on the dance floor. It's been what? couple hours since you arrived here with four other of your friends, but you can't find them anywhere. Likely either caught some hot guys or been seen by one. You strutted your way to the bar, body swayed lazily to keep up with the beat. When you decided on what drink you would have, a loud baritone voice interrupted you.

Turn your body to the side you were greeted by a tall and muscular man. His wide shoulder felt as if it meddled into your personal space. Flashes of light illuminated his blue eyes. The stubble decorated his face accentuated the strong jaw that God graced him with. Flickered your eyes back to him, you saw his pupils dilated. As if to try to adapt to the low-level light when all the lasers rotated and synchronized with the music.

Try to compose your cool; you tilted your chin up and faced him. "I know how this goes." With all the noise, you close the space between you and bite your lower lips. "First, you buy me a drink, then you tell me how pretty I look, and then, at the end of the night, you ask for my number." Your red painted fingers trailed its way from the collar, down to the lapel's, and ended it in the zipper of his leather jacket.

The man gave you a lopsided grin. You can see his thick long lashes fluttered up as his eyes sparkled with mischief. "First of all, I have your favorite drink in hand." he grabbed the glass of booze that looked like it glowed in the dark and gave it to you.

"Second...how am I not supposed to tell you that you are pretty, because you definitely are." you bring the glass to your lips and drink the liquid inside. "Lastly, before the end of the night, I'm not gonna ask you for your number because I already have it." he grinned at you triumphantly, teeth all white, and canines showed up a little bit.

You pouted at your boyfriends and put the glass back on the table, whine in displeased, "you are no fun, Stevie."

He closed any space between the both of you. His chuckle shifted his fake attempt to flirt as if you were a stranger. "What? You want me to fake it till the end?"

"Hmm… I just missed you so much I can't help but do that when I saw you."

"I missed you too, baby girl." Steve closed his eyes as he rested his forehead down to yours. He inhaled deeply as if the smells of your body vaporized from his senses since last week. "You smell so good tonight, fuck." His big hand was stationed on your hips. He purposely spread his fingers and moved it back on your ass cheeks, kneaded it.

You let out a surprised moan as your fingers instinctively hold on to the lapels of his jacket. You weren't exaggerated things, but since you dated your infamous big, handsome and blonde vampire boyfriend named Steve, you've been experienced the dry spell. In the past three months, he graced you with something tho, mostly, the heavy petting. It's not that you hate it, really. Steve wasn't any regular man you usually met. Men who just want to go do gymnastics in bed after the first date. He's sweet and attentive. But sometimes you need more than just the fake vibration that rushed to your body through the plastic toy that you kept in your nightstand.

"Steve…" you have been pretty needy lately, and Steve's absence didn't help. Although you haven't slept together yet, he's a constant presence in your life these couple of months.

"Hmm...yes?" Steve's right hand ran up to your spine and rested at the base of your neck. His blue-eyed momentarily flashed, turned it into amber color, and switched it back again to blue. He landed his soft lips to you, and you accepted it eagerly. Your hands sneaked at his back to his shoulders, trying to pull him down to meet you. The soft kiss turned into something filthier as Steve demanded access inside your mouth. His left hand still held your ass as he let you know the evidence inside his jeans.

Withdraw yourself from the temptation that's Steve, your hazy eyes meet him. "Stevie…, please don't torture me, would you? Don't make me horny and then just leave me to my vibrator." You pouted at him, but you can't help grinded yourself on his hard-on.

Steve chuckled and led your leaned back temporarily at the bar table. His left fingers sneaked under your dress and crawled up. Your eyes widened in surprise as Steve's fingers played with the lace of your panty. "Steve…," you warned him. Your eyes look around as if you were afraid you get caught in the act of indecency. Though you weren't the only one.

"I'm gonna... " his fingers roamed over your clothed core, making you let out a soft moan. "— rip these panties off and shove my tongue between your sweet lips."

His words made your inner wall clenched involuntarily between nothing. He never expressed that before nor he ever touched you down there beyond the shield of your panty. "St—Steve…,"

"After that, I'm gonna suck your blood and drink that sweet nectar from your inner thigh." Good God why he's extremely hot and possessive today. Not that you hate it, really.

Steve kiss the side of your neck. Lips nipped tentatively at the vein there, made you let out a gasp.

"Hey, both of you get a room." Sam Wilson, the club owner that's also a good friend of Steve, appeared behind the bar.

You were startled in embarrassment. Pat your palms against Steve's back to get his attention.

"Sam!" you answered him a bit breathless, but apparently Steve didn't budge from his neck kissing. You let out a yelp as Steve lifted you up like you weight nothing and carried you over the shoulder. He gave you a smacked over your ass and turned his body to face Sam with a big grin.

"Sorry, Sam, doesn't plan to get carried away down here. See you, man."

"Have fun, you two." the familiar voice replied with a cheerful noise. When Steve turned away and led you further away from Sam, you crane your neck up to see Sam gave you two thumbs up and a big grin.

***

With a quick stride, Steve opened the VIP room upstairs and locked it. He let your stilettos land on a concrete marble floor gently. Steve looked at you with hunger in his eyes as he slowly backed down to the leather chaise lounge in the room. There's a small stage complete with a metal pole in the center. He's not asked you to do a striptease, wouldn't he?

You never really pay attention to any stripper in the club nor that you're good at dancing, but no harm in trying, right? Steve lifted his left eyebrow as he saw you walk to the mini stage. Awkwardly, you try to move your body to the music outside. Slithered your body to the pole. The colorful light from the disco ball glowed as if it beats. Gave you the upper hand to look more alluring.

As if transfixed with Steve's word earlier, you pulled down your lace thong. You can clearly see the bulge behind Steve's jeans. God, how you wish Steve let you near that crotch of his. You turned your body, so Steve has a good look at your body. Teased him just a little bit with your skin as you hunched your black silk dress up your thigh. You did it again, but now you hunched it up to your hips. You were welcomed by the loud growl from Steve as he has a clear view of your supple ass. God, you're really wet right now. If Steve didn't do anything anytime soon, you wouldn't leave this room until you come.

"Fuck, come here, baby. Sit on my face." You turned your body to find Steve laid his back on the chair. "I want to taste you so bad." His words alone raised goosebumps on your skin. Without thinking any longer, you found your way to the chaise lounge, climbed on it—knees situated on both sides as Steve's head position in between.

Steve nimble fingers rolled your silk dress up to your hips. He traced his tongue over his lips at the sight of your wet core.

You looked down on him in your somewhat awkward position, "Stevie, are you sure? I will not forgive you if y—Ohhh—." You let out a surprised yelp and followed by a loud moan as Steve grabbed your thigh down and flicked his tongue on your wet folds. The coarser of his hair sent extra tingled on your sensitive skin.

He made your wet core sit on his mouth while he gave it a kiss. Not your usual smooches, but the one that's so filthy, saliva involved in it. Whatever he was doing in the past week finally opened the gate of opportunity for you. The prospect that Steve didn't afraid to touch you like a lover should.

"Uhhh—," your hands try to steady your upper body on the wall as Steve's relentless tongue gave you a languid lap. From the center of your folds up to your bundle of nerves. Over and over again, teased you. It easily riled you up as this was the first time Steve did things beyond playing with your tits or traced his fingers on your clothed core.

Your right hand instantly grabbed onto Steve's hair as his tongue entered your pussy. His hands spread your cheeks as he encouraged you to hump your wet core onto his mouth.

“Oh..God—ffuck!”

Every fiber of your body felt like its burn as his tongue fucked you so good. Steve used his fingers and made a slow but persistent circle on your clit. Heightened something that rapidly built-in your lower belly.

Steve held you still as he changed positions. With a several and insistent flicked and sucked to your clit, your inner wall spasmed uncontrollably in an instant. Your left hand covered your scream as your right one held a balance on Steve's hair. Your body arched like a bow, but Steve didn't stop. He let you ride him while your juices flooded his hungry mouth.

Your upper body rested on the upper head of the chaise lounges while Steve's still down there, lapped every bit of your juices.

Steve slipped off under your body and let you sat properly. He spread your legs and trailed his fingers on your swollen pussy. It excites him when it's quivered under his touch. "Such a sweet pussy you have, baby girl." He bent down and gave your clit a quick suck, made your body tremble, and a loud moan erupted out of you.

"Now for the final meal." Steve's blue eyes switched to his amber color one. You cupped his face and dragged it up so you can kiss him. The remnant of your cum still lingered on Steve's lips, something that you wanted to taste more often.

You withdraw from Steve and trail your fingers on his lips. His fangs showed up as he was ready for another feast. Your beautiful vampire boyfriend. With hazy eyes, you whispered words like the good girlfriend that you are, "my body is ready, Stevie."

***

As always, comment and reblog are really appreciated ❤️. Let me know what you think about this.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

Do you think that Hawk going violet will happen in a big emotional time? Like he's feeling like he's still a Cobra and gets confused and wants to leave Miyagi-fang (?) but something happens and he realizes that he's not a Cobra.

YESSSS this would be great!!!

Like I’m imagining Hawk feeling pretty conflicted because it’s been several weeks and STILL no one in the dojo really seems to like or trust him aside from Demetri and Miguel. Like even Mitch and Bert are wary of him, having seen firsthand how far under Kreese’s influence he ended up falling--and perhaps they’re a little jealous too, since he got to stay in Cobra Kai while they were both booted out. Johnny is glad to have Hawk back in his class, but he still can’t help but be a little angry with him for choosing Kreese over him initially--he knows HE’S the one who toughened Hawk up, not Kreese, and he can’t help but remember how readily Hawk dismissed him at first.

Maybe word gets out about Hawk trashing the Miyagi-Do dojo the previous summer--perhaps Miguel confides in Sam about it, and Sam, in a moment of hotheaded weakness, storms out into the dojo courtyard and confronts Hawk. I dunno if she would be mean enough to yell at him in front of everyone, but people almost certainly overhear regardless--and when it gets back to Daniel, ohhh boy. Hawk and Daniel were warming up to one another, and Daniel was even trying to help Hawk through some of his anger issues--but once he finds out that Hawk stole Mr. Miyagi’s medal of honor, all bets are off. (At least for now--Daniel has a way of coming around. But Hawk sure as hell doesn’t know that.)

After the whispers about what Hawk did the previous summer start spreading around the dojo, people avoid him even more. People look at him like he’s even more of a monster. Daniel doesn’t interact with him any more than is absolutely necessary. Hawk apologizes, of course--tries to channel as much emotion into it as he can so people know it’s genuine. But no one seems to believe him, and he can’t help but be confused about what else he’s supposed to do. Apologies for him have always been a one-and-done deal, and he’s not sure why everyone else isn’t accepting it like Demetri was. He doesn’t know what else to do to communicate he’s serious.

Demetri and Miguel both vouch for him, of course. Demetri especially--he’s used to getting across what Eli’s trying to communicate, attuned from years of practically being Eli’s voice. Demetri never wants to leave Hawk’s side, standing centimeters apart from him at karate practice and swinging a protective arm around him to squeeze his shoulder whenever people shoot Hawk suspicious looks. Despite his friends’ efforts, Hawk is miserable--he feels like he’s under the worst kind of microscope, and no matter what he does, no one is going to trust him.

He feels guilty about it, but he finds himself longing for his Cobra Kai days. How he was respected, feared, celebrated for his strength and his fighting skills and his ruthlessness. Now, it feels like everyone flinches at them--even Miguel and Demetri, on occasion. He just isn’t admired--just isn’t appreciated--like he used to be, no matter how much Demetri tries to reassure him. “I know they’ll trust you eventually. It’ll just take time!”

Hawk isn’t sure they’re ever going to trust him.

Sometimes he wonders if he should go back to Cobra Kai, regain the fame and the prowess and the fear of everyone who dared to cross him. He’d take Miguel and Demetri, of course--he can’t bear to be pitted against either of them ever again. But a bit of intensive training on the side for both of them, and he’s sure they could make it in Kreese’s Cobra Kai. They’re both incredibly skilled fighters, and the thought of the three of them becoming the three most intimidating fighters in the Valley is oddly cathartic to Hawk. The three most pathetic losers in the school, risen to great heights to be terrifying warriors who people were scared to so much as breathe wrong around. Demetri will come, Hawk is sure--Demetri would follow him anywhere, as long as he gets Hawk’s word that Hawk will never turn on him again. And Miguel...well, it might take some convincing to get him to leave the LaRusso girl, but if Demetri comes, Miguel will surely want to be with his two best friends more than his annoying girlfriend.

Hawk is walking home one day from karate training (a training that Demetri never showed up to--a bit odd, but Hawk figures he must have just called out because he had a lot of AP homework), thinking about how best to try and loop Miguel and Demetri into extra training, when his phone rings. He picks up, and it’s Miguel--panicked, hyperventilating, voice cracking like he’s been crying, rushing words out through raspy breaths. He’s hard to understand, talking fast with his voice choked with sobs, but Hawk makes out something about “Demetri” and “an ambush near the park.”

Hawk is at the location in minutes, sprinting there at top speed despite running never being his forte (Demetri was always the faster one between them). Demetri is lying motionless on the cement, passed out with his flannel slowly soaking through with blood. Hawk runs to him in a hysteria, screaming and crying and begging for him to be okay.

While Miguel calls an ambulance, Hawk is frantically looking over Demetri, trying to figure out where all that blood is coming from. No amount of punches and kicks could draw out that amount of blood. Then he lifts up Demetri’s shirt, and lets out a strangled whimper.

The Cobras are fighting with knives now, apparently. And someone--probably Kyler--carved “COBRA KAI NEVER DIES” across Demetri’s back.

And Hawk can’t stop crying because he knows this is his fault. There’s only one reason the Cobras would target Demetri--he was the reason for their latest deserter, and they knew that.

Or maybe he had simply been someone from a rival dojo in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe the Cobras were just those kinds of people.

Because it was never strength and power that Kreese cared about--it was war. Using dojo rivalries as an excuse to get away with hurting people because he enjoyed it. Because them being on the “opposite side” made it seem justified, somewhere in his twisted mind.

The doctors have to practically drag Eli out of Demetri’s hospital room. Luckily they’re able to at least reassure Eli that Demetri is going to be okay--it’s the only way to get him to leave. There are more knife wounds that he didn’t see at first, but they didn’t hit anything vital--thank god. Demetri’s lost a fair bit of blood, but he’ll be all right.

The text scrawled across his back most likely won’t scar, if Demetri cares for the wound properly. And that’s enough for Eli--he knows how meticulous Demetri is. He’ll get through it.

Still, the red stains on Demetri’s shirt and the dark cuts slicing through his skin are seared in Eli’s mind as he drives home. When he gets in the shower that night, he thinks of the words carved into Demetri’s back and his lips curl up in a snarl. He grabs a bottle of bleach, emptying the entire contents onto his limp scarlet hair.

Hawk bleaches and bleaches until the shower is a mess and the entire bathroom smells of cleaning products and every trace of the distinctive Cobra Kai red is completely annihilated. Cobra Kai never dies? Bullshit--they’re dead to him.

His eyes trail to a bottle of hair dye on the top shelf of the shower rack, and he grins. He’s been toying with the idea for a while now, but now...he’s never been more certain in his life. With the red gone, and Cobra Kai truly behind him...it’s time.

When Demetri wakes up in the hospital the next day. The first thing he sees is a jagged purple shape clouding his vision--hair, he realizes. “Who are you?” he mumbles.

“Come on, Deme, how many people do you know with a goddamn mohawk?” a familiar voice says.

His eyes focus to find Eli smirking at him, hair up in deep violet spikes. His hand feels warm, and he looks down to see Eli’s holding it.

Demetri hopes his blush isn’t too visible.

“Holy shit, dude.” Demetri can’t help but grin. “You look great. Why the change?”

“After seeing what they did to you, I couldn’t...do a Cobra Kai color anymore.” Eli bites his lip. “And it just reminded me of all the awful stuff I did there, too. But uh...you know how Sensei LaRusso is always talking about balance?” Demetri just nods.

“I guess I thought I needed something like that. Like I want to be cool and intimidating and kick ass, like Sensei Lawrence and Miguel. But I also want to be all...I dunno...rational and wise and moral and shit, like you and Sensei LaRusso. And Eagle Fang’s got the red thing, and Miyagi-Do’s got the blue thing, so I was like...maybe I should mix them? For balance?”

“Ohhhhh!” And here comes Demetri’s shit-eating grin. Hawk isn’t sure why he expected any different. “You think I’m ‘rational and wise and moral and shit,’ Eli? I thought you thought I was a ‘lame nerd!’”

Eli just rolls his eyes. “God, shut up. You can be both.”

“Also, are you going to stop holding my hand?”

“No.”

Demetri just snickers and leans back, enjoying the sensation of Eli’s fingers between his.

“I was thinking about leaving, you know,” Eli admits quietly, after a beat.

Demetri sits up, staring at him in shock. “What?”

“I didn’t feel like I belonged,” he explained. “I didn’t feel like anyone wanted me there, after everything I’d done. No one but you believed me when I said sorry. I thought maybe I’d be happy if I went back to Cobra Kai, took you and Miguel with me so I wouldn’t have to fight you and we could all become strong together without...without everyone looking at me like I was evil. But now? I never want anything to do with those assholes ever again. Not after they hurt you like that.”

Demetri looks at Eli so softly that Eli thinks he might melt. Then Demetri breaks out in another huge smirk. “Awww, you were going to try and bring me back to your evil karate cult with you? How thoughtful of you!”

“Oh my god, shut up. Yes, I think you would’ve been good enough to survive in there. Don’t let it get to your head.”

“Also, are you still holding my hand?”

“Maybe I am. Mind your business.”

When Demetri takes said hand and uses it to yank Eli forward and kiss him full on the mouth, Eli isn’t about to complain. 

When they pull apart, Demetri is a spluttering mess, quickly apologizing and insisting he wasn’t thinking. Eli just laughs, and pulls him forward by the neck so their foreheads are pressed together. “God, I’ve wanted that for so long, Demetri. Don’t you dare apologize for it.”

A short pause. “I know it’s been hard for you,” Demetri adds quietly. “At the dojo. But you have to believe me when I say they’ll come around. I know you’re a good person, Miguel knows, and everyone else will realize it too. It’s just going to take some time. But you’ll figure out how to make it up to them. I believe in you.”

“Okay.” Hawk closes his eyes and exhales slowly, letting himself relax. “As long as I’m with you, it’ll be fine.”

[remmushound]

Curse of the Clan chapter 65 FINALE!!

Tags: @scentedcandlecryptid @selfindulgenz

“LEOOOO!” Michelangelo ran over to Leonardo out of breath, colliding with his brother before he could stop himself. “Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo—“

“Woah woah woah!” Leonardo laughed and put both hands against Michelangelo’s shoulders to keep the excited turtle at bay, “Where’s the fire?”

Michelangelo took a long, deep breath. “I traded face painting for a snail and traded the snail fir a painted rock and I traded the painted rock for a cane and I traded the cane for a ball and I traded the ball for a basket of muffins and I traded the basket of muffins for a kitten and I named him Klunk!”

Michelangelo shoved a tiny orange and white kitten in Leonardo’s face; Klunk gave a tiny mew and batted curiously at Leonardo’s nose before quickly being pulled back against Michelangelo.

“That’s great, Mikey—“

But Michelangelo was already running away again on the trail of a bright butterfly, which left Leonardo once more wandering in search of something to do. Everywhere he looked was something new— young yokai playing games or families swimming in the river or flying flips through the air either on wings or paragliders. Everywhere they all seemed to be having the time of their lives. None of the activities caught and kept his attention though until he happened to look over to an ice cream cart manned by a slime yokai. The current customers were a calico nekomata and an old rat.

“Dad?” Confusion came first, and then came a sneaky, mischievous grin. He rubbed his hands together not unlike a supervillain, “Ohhh this is good~”

Slowly, like he was walking across a cloud, Leonardo glided behind a tree. He pulled himself onto a higher branch to get a vantage point, watching as Splinter and the strange woman passed under; he caught a snippet of conversation.

“I can barely handle my four boys; I don’t know how you manage so many!”

“It’s not all fun and laughter that’s for sure, but most of them get adopted really quickly…”

Leonardo jumped the next tree over, silently cursing himself as a falling leaf made Splinter stop and look up. His nose twitched, eyes narrowing just the slightest bit as he stared directly at Leonardo, but perhaps not seeing him; Leonardo remained like a statue.

“Splinter, what’s the matter?” The woman came to up wrap her arms around Splinter’s arm, looking up and trying to see what he saw.

“Nothing.” Splinter said quickly, “Just thought I saw something.”

Slowly, with Splinter dragging his feet, they moved on. Leonardo saw no point in hiding anymore. Before they could get far, Leonardo dropped down in front of them.

“So do I get to be the flowergirl?”

“AH!” Both rat and cat screamed, but Splinter quickly fell to grabbing his sandal and repeatedly slapping Leonardo with it. “YOU! DUMB! DIRTY! YARO! Scared me half to death!”

Leonardo bunched himself at the assault, laughing harder with each slap as he did his best to protect his face. “I’m - sorry! It was too good to resist! Besides, flower girl is more for Mikey, I wanna be ring bearer!”

“You get to be NOTHING!”

“Now That’s just unfair!”

Splinter swung his arm around the cat to guide her quickly around Leonardo, trying his best to ignore his son's taunting presence.

“Was that your son?” The cat asked, trying to look back and steal another glimpse of Leonardo.

“Don’t look at him and maybe he’ll go away.”

***

“RENET!”

Renet stopped long enough to look around, giving a curious hum at the familiar voice. “Michael?”

“ME!”

Renet gave a startled yelp that was quick to turn into giggles when she recognized Michelangelo had come up from behind and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

“HUG! Hi Renet!” Michelangelo skirted around to her front, smiling brightly, “I traded face painting for a snail and traded the snail for a painted rock and I traded the painted rock for a cane and I traded the cane for a ball and I traded the ball for a basket of muffins and I traded the basket of muffins for a kitten and I named him Klunk!” Klunk gave a soft meow. “Also! I caught a butterfly and traded it for a balloon and traded the ballon for an ice cream cone do you want it?”

Michelangelo offered a strawberry ice cream to Renet, who accepted it with a confused but excited smile. “Uh… thanks. I’ve never had ice cream before!”

She looked over the frozen treat for a curious moment, then took a big bite out of it before Michelangelo could stop her. The cold immediately seized her body and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth against the drool that tried to escape from the shock.

“Mm… cold.” She shivered, wiping her mouth once more before she let herself giggle.

“You’re supposed to lick it, not bite it.” Michelangelo encouraged.

Renet did as asked, swiping her tongue across the length of the dripping ice cream, “Mm! It’s good.”

“It’s ice cream, of course it’s good!” Michelangelo beamed, “What are you doing out here? I didn't think you left your mansion all that often.”

“Yeah I uh… I don’t.” Renet said with a giddy laugh, “Today’s actually the first day. I’ve never seen the sun before.. It’s just as beautiful as I imagined. But hot…”

Renet swiped a few beads of sweat off of her forehead. Michelangelo gasped and, out of an innocent want to help, went to grab the back of her wheelchair to push her. Renet pulled away from the attempt, rolling back around to face him while Michelangelo looked confused, and then startled at Renet’s uncomfortable expression.

“Actually I can roll myself.” She said slowly.

“OH! I— I’m sorry!” Michelangelo squeaked, head shrinking, “I was just going to bring you into the shade…”

Michelangelo motioned to the shade of a nearby tree and Renet started to roll herself over to it while Michelangelo trailed behind.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated again, “Was the hug bad too?”

“O-oh, no, you’re fine just… don’t grab my chair unless I ask you, okay?”

Michelangelo nodded quickly. “Yes Ma’am! And thanks again for, you know, making sure we don’t burn a fiery death in TCRI.”

“Oh yeah, no biggie.” She nodded; the ice cream in her hand was quickly disappearing. “I really enjoy being out here with all the sun and the grass and the bugs! Maaaan I love the bugs!”

“I didn't get out much as a child either.” Michelangelo related, “It was so fun when I got to learn about all the critters and— and watching the stars and the sun rise! And it never gets old because it’s always so different!”

“Well I’m glad to finally experience it.” Renet finished off her cone and then rolled a little further so her front was in the sun; she closed her eyes against the warmth, the light bouncing off her scales in a flashy display, like sunbeams on water. Her skin seemed to glow radiant like light amber, the baby blue headscarf catching the breeze. “The wind is like the sweetest honeydew on my skin… and it’s like I can taste the colors of the world!”

“Well, if you wanna enjoy even more of the world…” Michelangelo started, rubbing his head, “Maybe you want to come eat with me and my family?”

Renet opened her eyes and looked to Michelangelo. “I’d love to!

***

While his brothers were exploring, Donatello was content to stay at the table near the girls. He had been away for so long that there was a seemingly endless amount of social media he needed to catch up with, so he took the opportunity to get a head start on it. Occasionally April or Sunita would throw a shrimp or a burger his way to use him as a taste tester, but he didn't mind. Scrolling was certainly working up an appetite.

Something hit him in the face. Donatello groaned and reached up, having to swipe a few times before he was able to pull it off, and when he did he was hit with a wave wave of confusion. It was a cherry blossom flower— not just a petal, but a full, blooming flower! Even as Donatello held the stemless thing in his hand, it seemed to open a little wider, the dew drops on its petals dripping down and dampening his palm.

Donatello looked around and saw no tree, nor anyone carrying such flowers that could have been lost. Carefully, his fingers traced along the pink curves, soft as melted butter. He stood up, and when he did, he looked down. In the grass just ahead of him was a trail of flowers, blooming before his very eyes and stretching toward the warmth of the sun. The trail was expanding closer to him until the flowers came to him, gentle stems tickling his ankles as he lifted his feet to see the spectacle better. The blooming flowers led to a golden rift at the end of the trail, similar to Draxum’s except with flowers instead of vines. A rift identical to the one that had rescued Donatello and his brothers from The Sea of Trees.

“I told you your brothers would come.” Said a familiar voice— the kirins voice!

And then the flowers were gone, and so was the rift, and so was the voice.

“Don, food’s done.” April called, then put a hand on her hip and gave a frustrated huff when it seemed Donatello wasn’t listening to her.

“Y-yeah, be there in a second.” The hand that once held the cherry blossom felt empty now in its absence, and it took Donatello several long heartbeats to turn back to his meal. “Thanks April… it looks great.”

“It better!” April laughed, “Then again I’d bet anything looks great to you given the past two weeks you spent alone.”

“Yeah…” And Donatello looked to the table and saw a basket of berries sitting there for him, shining with a heavenly glow, “Alone.”

[dantespilled]

How did you get in to fate and drawing?

okay this is gonna get really really long explaining the step by step how i got into fate so im gonna put the keep reading thing on use

me getting fate is honestly because of dantes and jp giving out free ssr(this is the biggest reason i try to play fate again tho bc who wouldnt want a free ssr). like at first time i play fate is like 4 or 5 years (i forgot but dantes is alrdy playable). i play the game out of curiosity and bc the battle sprite looks good (since the other games sprites are in chibi form). saw dantes in support list and thought he looks neat w the design (even tho im not really drawn w the dr style). i WOULD keep on picking him in my battles too. ALSO. I REALLY AM STUPID AND DONT KNOW HOW PLAY THE GAME AT ALL THAT TIME DFHGDFGBGFK i would keep on picking my favs into the front line and keep on dying and wondering to myself what the fuck is wrong w my team????

also i did go through youtube for a bit searching about dantes and somehow watches his gameplay. and then his fucking valentine and his event story and actually got drawn into him but im not insane like how i am rn at that time.

idk i think im at like camelot and my game crashed? and my data is all lost too 💀🤡 so im like ok i gave up, game doesnt give me ssr too so im like goodbye game. you will be forgotten. but then got dragged by ankle when i saw an ad of the game giving out a free ssr and so here i am! LOL choosing karna (idk why im choosing him btw- i think he is good looking for awhile then got drawn into arjuna too but since i cant choose two somehow🙄so i went w karna) w the ssr ticket also somehow got to drag jalter home with a single 10 roll too which i decided to play awhile longer. my jp luck is actually really good too (except when im trying to roll for dantes pu tho smh 🙄)

and after i play the game like 2 months or so? i remembered about dantes and went to search for his banner and notices his banner is gonna happen at the summer fest, so i play na again (and too) LMAO also me being dumbass trying to move my jp server into na server bc i seriously dont know anything about the game so sdfhskdfhjsfk but also like im giving up and starting from new on na but here i am, we got np3 dantes and his besties 🥰 but also like im glad im not only drawn by dantes only but other characters too (tho not that insane with dantes) which will make me to draw not only dantes

about drawing. hm. i just like drawing from as a child tbh. but i prolly wont be able to draw how i am rn if i dont find out 'anime and manga' by watching 'shakugan no shana'(i dont remember this anime clearly, but shana is cool and the plot is good too). im like ohhh i love this kind of style and start trying to copy stuffs from internet and shit. i also TRIED to trace from the fucking television by slapping a piece of paper on it and start to trace. going through youtube with how to draw anime and shit like the other kids ofc.

also lol getting jealous over people who draw good which drives me trying to draw better and serious too (PLS DONT BE LIKE ME BTW!! it is such a toxic trait but it does help me a lot in improving if i have to admit it). also people around me actually support me doing art (ngl im surprised too lmao) which also made me trying to improve more and trying to chase my career as illustrator (would be nice if i can work on some animation company too, if that is possible..)

if you followed me at like 2020 im very sure you know how my arts actually look like. everything is so disproportionate, like i still dont know how to draw properly until i starts getting deep with dantes/ayako drawings. theyre the main reason i improve a lot and im so thankful of them for letting me having lots of inspirations for drawing and practices even though mostly are colored sketches. i hate to admit that jealousy and anger still have their role in my improvement too (if people criticizing the mistakes i did in my drawings when i know about them very well, i would be like so angry and went 'im gonna fucking pop your eyes and gonna dare you to find mistakes on my next better looking drawings)

i know myself it is such a toxic trait but like. it fucking improves my shit a ton😭is this even still a how i get into drawing topic LMAO BUT THOSE ACTUALLY DOES MAKE GO DEEP INTO DRAWING SDFJHJSDFHJ

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

67. “I really want to kiss you right now.” + Outcome 3/David, pretty please 🥺

Ohhh I love Outcome 3, this was fun to write. This takes place sometime after they start sleeping together. Thanks for the request! I’m sorry it’s not super smutty, it’s more soft. :) 

My Masterlist 

The First Date - Outcome 3 x F! Reader 

The small bistro was tucked away from the main road among the tall pines. Three brushed off the front of the grey knit sweater and took a deep breath coming around to the passenger side door. He opens the door, and you step out, taking his outstretched hand. His smile spreads across his whole face as he takes you in, “God, you are so beautiful,” he mumbles under his breath, but you hear him and let out a small giggle and thank you. 

He keeps you close to him, and the warmth radiates off him like a furnace. His hand is lightly lying on the small of your back. The inside is bright and comfortable with several small tables, each with a single white candlestick in the middle. Several couples scattered around the room, but the volume is low, and you can just hear the sound of piano music playing through the speakers. The hostess leads you over to an intimate corner near the roaring fireplace, and you smile as she hands you the menu. 

The waiter comes over, and Three asks if you’d like to share a bottle of wine with him, and you nod as he orders a house white and two glasses. You both read over the menu, and his hand slides across the table, holding on to your left hand and tracing patterns, your other hand balancing the menu. When the waiter comes back and pours you both a glass of wine, you put in your order, and Three reaches across to grab your other hand, both enveloped in his own. The candlelight flickers across his face, and you shiver at the look in his eyes. 

“So tell me about yourself.” 

“What do you want to know?” 

“Uhm, what’s your favorite color?” 

He laughs, “All the questions in the world, and you ask about my favorite color?” 

“Well, we already slept together...twice, so I think it’s safe to start with the normal boring questions instead of the deep stuff.” 

“Hmm, good point, I like green, like a dark green. What about you?” 

You tell him your favorite color, and it goes on and on until the food comes; favorite holiday, memory, an embarrassing story, the two of you just getting along so well. You continue throughout the meal, and each moment, he touches some part of you, whether your hand across the table. Or his foot is caressing against your bare leg. Your laughing at some stupid joke he told when you feel the foot move up higher. 

“I want to kiss you right now,” his voice is husky and low, and you tremble. The waiter comes over and asks about dessert, but Three doesn’t even look at him when he says, “I have dessert waiting for us.” You gulp, and the waiter clears his throat and leaves the check. 

“What did you have planned for dessert?” you ask breathlessly. He breaks first, reaching for his wallet and covering the bill plus a sizeable tip before standing and reaching for your coat. You rise, and he helps you into it, sliding his hands around the front of your waist and pulling you against his front. 

“You,” he whispers, and the heat travels up your neck as you turn and hold his eyes. “Come on,” he tucks you back into his side and waves goodbye to the hostess. When you reach his truck, he crowds you against the side and slants his lips over your own. His lips are warm and so soft, you run your fingers through his black locks softer than silk. His teeth gently pull your lip out and lick over your bottom lip, begging entrance. You gasp, and he slides in, his hands coming around your waist to lift you higher against the truck. His lips move lower and nip gently at your neck. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all night since I dropped you off this morning,” he murmurs. His lips leave a trail of hot kisses down your collarbone and over the valley of your breast.

“I didn’t want you to leave this morning,” you pant as he moves back up to your lips and kisses you softer, the intimacy not lost on either one of you. 

“You are becoming impossible to leave,” he whispers and puts his forehead on your own. “Every time we are together, I just want to stay.” 

“Then stay,” you put your hands on his cheeks and push him away to look into your eyes, “Please, just stay.” 

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[lord-explosion-baku]

Our Love Is God

Dabi x fem!reader

Warnings: yellow sour fruit, dubcon themes, sexual violence, sadistic tendencies, “daddy”

A/N: I’ve been sick from work for two days and as I got through half of day 2, I couldn’t let myself sit and not write something. Anyways, I do have ideas for a part 2 for this. No, I’ve never seen Heathers the musical, but JD from the original Heathers can get it. I’m a bastard who doesn’t proofread. Enjoy.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, Princess?”

One of Dabi’s scorchingly hot hands massaged your ass while the other stroked his shaft as he peered at you, face down on your ridiculously colored pastel colored bed sheets. Even in such a crude position, sweat-covered hair mussied up in a nest of knots and curls while your makeup ran down your face, you still look like such an angel; you had always been something for Dabi to corrupt.

Dabi rubbed his cock up your already sopping wet cunt, allowing your slick to cover his member, lubricating it, readying himself to take you, to claim you, just like he’d already done a dozen times in the past. You shook as he teased you, the small, metallic ball at the head of his dick toying with your clit. You were already an overestimated mess since he’d been denying you your release for too damn long. He couldn’t help it; as much as he loved fucking you, nothing compared to the look in your eye when you plead for him.

You let out a small whine when Dabi pulled away from you and gave your ass a smack. “I asked you a question,” he growled. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“D-dabi,” you sputtered out, curling your back more so your rubbed up against him, “please fuck me…”

Dabi chuckled, raking his fingernails across your back, relishing the changing of your skin as he dug in a little deeper. You whimpered and writhed, bowing your head just a little more so you were up against you pillow, scowling up at him. Such a cutie.

“Then, tell me-“ he smirked “-tell me, ‘yes, daddy, I’ll be a good girl for you.’”

“I’m not calling you that,” you hissed, clawing at your sheets. He was already such a smug ass, you wouldn’t give him that sort of benefit.

“Awww, why is that, babygirl? It’s not like you haven’t already…”

You scoffed at that. Sure, the first time you had met him, the time he snuck into your house with a buddy of his to rob the place, when he thought nobody was home only to discover you in your bedroom ready to be preyed upon, you had called him daddy when he inevitably introduced himself, thinking that was what he referred to himself as instead of ‘Dabi.’ It wasn’t your fault that you were terrified and hard of hearing.

“There’s no way in hell,” you spat.

“No?” Another swat to your ass left a neat, red handprint where he’d hit you. You shuddered as his nails traced a pretty line around the mark, making your skin flare up in goosebumps.

“You really want to play the little brat then?” He asked, edging his fingers towards the wrong hole. “I think I can manage that.”

“Dabi-“ you warned, but it was too late. His finger plunged into your hole and you lost it. You tensed, cried out, and swung your hand back at him, only for him to catch you by your wrist and pin it to your back. “Agh! Don’t!”

“You think I’m above punishing you when you don’t listen?” Dabi jeered, thrusting his finger deep into your hole. The lovely, pathetic objections you made were music to his ears and he was going to make you sing for him.

He’d always been like this; he never listened to you when you told him to not do something. If anything, it made him want to do it more, if not to see the frustrated look on your face, then it was to show you that he took orders from nobody. It was wrong, but for some reason, you could never just kick him out of your bed.

“Stop it!” You screeched, but of course he didn’t listen, while his long pointer finger completely violated you. What a jackass. You had enough of this, being used by him. It was time to give him a taste of his own damn medicine.

Using your quirk, you emitted a light electric show all across your body, singeing Dabi slightly.

Shocked, he retracted his hand and bounced back. “Bitch!”

You turned your body to face him, only to have him pounce on you in a second, wrestling you to grab hold of your wrists to pin you against your bed. Panting, you scowled into his turquoise irises, hating his face, hating the power you felt emanating from his vice grip, and hating what it did to you.

“You’re gonna pay for that,” he seethed in a low, dangerous voice, towering over you. You pushed your knee up against his chest to keep him at a distance, but it only seemed to tick him off more. He pushed both of your wrists together and held them in one hand while the other went to your thigh to pull your leg to the side, granting him easy access to your core.

He pressed into and your mouth hung upon, surprised and somewhat delighted at the feeling of being filled up when you’d been teased for ages on end. Slowly, he grooved into you, hitting your walls just enough to make you let out a small, wistful moan.

“So, you wanna get fucked, huh?” Dabi tossed your leg over his shoulder as he began pushing in and out of your slick center, pressing his hand against your belly to feel his cockhead curl up against it as he entered you. Fuck, you felt so warm to him, your arousal pooling out of your tight hole was brilliantly hot, especially since he had you wait like a dog that needed to earn her treat. There was nothing like fucking a needy princess in heat. Dabi gave you an assertive thrust, warranting a cute little squeak out of you. “Answer me.”

“Yesss,” you sighed, allowing your body to be rocked harshly into your bed. You ran your hands up Dabi’s scarred up arms, enjoying the tension he was putting on them while he held you down, squeezing down on his muscles when he flexed for you. “God, yes!”

“Yes, what?” Dabi leaned down to your ear and gave your shell a lick, sending shivers throughout your body, before moving down to nibble on your lobe. His velvety voice was intoxicating to you as he spoke in a lowly growl, “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes, Dabi,” you moaned when he hit that sweet spot that made your toes curled. With his hot breath on your neck, his hands pawing at your soft, sensitive body, and his dick stretching you out as he claimed you over and over again, there was no doubt you would fall apart for him.

Dabi grabbed yourself chin and forced you to face him so he could smash his lips into yours. In a flash his tongue darted out, tasting you with burning vigor. It was messy how he swallowed your whimpers with his own chaotic desire to be everywhere on you, rolling his tongue around in your mouth while you let out muted squeaks, but he liked things that way. Unruly and disgusting, he wanted to make you just as dirty as him.

He pulled away, a string of saliva keeping your lips attached to his. “That’s not what I wanna hear you say.”

“Ohhh~ nnnnhhhah~!” You rolled your hips and brought your arm to your forehead to wipe of some of the sweat that collected in your bangs. Dabi brushed his hands down your sides and squeezed your waist, pounding into you even more roughly while he awaited your compliance.

You opened your eyes to see him scowling at you through spiked black hair. He really was expecting you to call him the D-word, and you simply were not going to do that. “Bite me!”

He snickered and kissed your chest. “Careful what you wish for, babydoll.”

For a moment, he turned sweet, peppering kisses across your collarbone, evening his tempo to grind more smoothly into your quivering core while his hands gingerly palmed you’re . His tongue slid up to you neck and you moaned when he planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss on your neck, growling playfully as he closed in on you, sucking at your fragile flesh.

“Mmmphh, feels good,” you whispered as you brought your head to the back of his head and tentatively massaged his scalp.

“Yeah, you like that?” he purred, squeezing your breast. “Then you’ll love this…”

His teeth raked against your skin. You shuddered. His tongue lulled out to lick the goosebumps away as your pussy clenched against his cock. And that was when he bit down on you. Hard.

“Ah! Hah! Dabi!!” Though you squirmed underneath him, he didn’t let up, only turning his bite more severe, possibly even breaking skin with his canine teeth. His nails dug into your sides, holding your writhing body down as his thrusts became more erratic, more brutal, to the point you were sure he was bruising you on the inside. You pulled his hair, crying out to get him off of you, but he only returned your sorrowful pleas with more growling, more piercing thrusts, and more scraping of your skin.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes as you sobbed out through pained pleasure. Dabi only chuckled at your distress, finally leaning off of you, only to wrap his sadistic hand around your bruised and bleeding neck. He liked you this way, ruined because of him. His cock pulsed inside of you while he watched a tear roll down your flushed cheeks.

“See what happens when you don’t listen to daddy, babygirl?” Dabi squeezed your neck, feeling his loins tighten when you make a cute little choking noise. God, you were absolutely perfect when you got like this, a blubbering mess, a princess in distress. It was the hottest fucking thing in the world. “You become a toy for me to use. How does that make you feel? Hmmm?”

You could only squeak back your reply, your soft eyes scanning the room while you dug your nails into his arm. You broke his skin and his blood was dripping out onto your belly, but he didn’t seem to mind, if anything that just got him more heated.

“What’s that, doll? I can’t hear you…”

Dabi released his hold on you to allow you to breathe, but the second your lips starting forming words, he shoved his fingers into your mouth, silencing you immediately.

“You think brats have the right to speak?” He teased and your face grew all the more hot. You wouldn’t be able to say anything he wanted to hear if he kept gagging you! Even so, you wouldn’t give in to him, even if he were humiliate you like he was. So instead you rolled your eyes back, sucked on his fingers and moaned for him, squeezing your pussy around his throbbing cock, knowing that any second he’d lose his edge.

And lose his edge he did.

“Shit, babe.” He groaned, bowing his head down as your walls closed in on him. “Fuck that’s good. Yeah, that’s it, babygirl, you gonna milk my cock? Huh? You want me to fill you up?”

He replaced his fingers in your mouth with his own lips, panting lightly before giving you a deep, hot kiss. “Such a good slut for daddy, huh? I’m gonna cum inside you, how’s that sound?”

Your skin was set aflame by his words, you almost didn’t register what he was saying. You whimpered and mewled, but finally managed out, “no, Dabi, please ~ahah~, not inside!”

He licked your bottom lip, pushing into you again and again. “You know the magic word, princess.”

But you couldn’t do it. You could, but you wouldn’t. Dabi knew that. So instead he licked his index and middle fingers and brought them down to your sensitivity, rubbing you off in violent circles. You cursed at him, hissing while the corners of your eyes blacked out, your body pulsating with the desire to find your release, and the release you got. He wound you up, got you crying out his name while waves of pleasure hit you hard, barreling up from your toes to your core. Shaking, you grabbed onto his back, burying your head in his chest as he found his own release, thick, torrid ropes shooting out and lining your trembling walls.

His dick twitched inside you until he was sure he had nothing left to give, a smirk playing at his lips while you fell back into the bed looking even more upset than you’d been before he’d gotten started. He chuckled and fell to your side, using his hands for a pillow as his eyes trailed up and down your bed’s hammock.

This looks like a brat’s room, was his first thought upon entering your room that first night you’d met. He found you hiding in your closet after you alterted your community’s security guard there were intruders in your house. You looked so cute, so scared to be in the presence of a big mean villain, probably for the first time in your life. Dabi recalled wanting to take you then and there, and maybe he would have, if you hadn’t run your mouth and told him help was on the way. But now he had you, right? Now you were his.

He turned towards you, only to have you turn away from him, showing off various marks on your back. Dabi narrowed his eyes and brought his fingers up to you, tracing fine lines along your skin that brought goosebumps out for him.

“Stop it,” you bit out. Dabi scoffed. He was about to say something when your phone went off.

Who could that possibly be?

You read the caller ID and cursed under your breath. That piqued Dabi’s interest. He reached for the phone, but you swatted his hand away.

“Hi, daddy!” You chirped in a sickly sweet, albeit fake voice. Dabi’s lips turned up into a grin. No fucking way.

“Hi, daddy,” he mocked, tugging on a lock of your messy hair.

You turned to glare at him, mouthing the word ‘stop’ before continuing with “nobody, daddy. I’m just watching TV.”

“Oldest lie in the book,” Dabi muttered, leaning up to scooch closer to you. He kissed your back and you shuddered, trying to make idle chit chat with your father, the big money man that owned this fortress of a house he rarely ever stayed in. You got him caught up in small happenings around your part of town: nothing wrong with the house, no siree, no bad men coming in to destroy my cunt, daddy, yes, daddy, the gardeners came on Wednesday and I sure as hell did, too.

Dabi’s let his fingers tip-toe up to the nape of your neck, switching to running his palm down your back. He pressed his lips against your unoccupied ear and whispered, “does daddy dearest know you have my cum seeping out of your pussy?”

You shot him a glare, but he proceeded to kiss your neck, and you couldn’t help but tilt your head to the side, allowing him easier access to run his tongue along your sensitive spot.

“Ahh~,” you paused, letting your father ask you another mundane question about your well-being, “yes, daddy.”

Dabi snickered at the subtle moan. He wrapped his hands around your body and pulled you, wriggling, into his lap, his length already hardening again as you sat your ass on it.

“Yes, sirrr,” you said, trying and failing to mask your wanton tone while Dabi tweaked your erect nipple between his fingers.

“Such a naughty girl,” Dabi purred, turning your body to face him. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple, using his teeth while he suckled onto you, all the while you pushed your hands against his shoulders, weakly trying to peel him off of you.

“I will, daddy, you don't have to worry,” you said while flailing in Dabi’s embrace. “Of course… I love you too.”

With that, you clicked your phone off, and glowered down at the misbehaving man underneath you.

“He’s not gonna be your daddy for long.” Dabi smirked at the furious expression on your face. “I take care of you far better than he ever will, isn’t that right, babydoll.”

“No,” you shot back. You pushed him back and climbed off the bed, collecting his pants and throwing them at him, not even caring that the belt hit him hard.

“Get out!” You commanded, collecting your robe and wrapping it around your body. “I want you gone from here! I never want to see your face again!”

Dabi rolled his eyes, shuffling to get his jeans on. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” you huffed. “You crossed several lines today, and I can’t pretend to be okay with that. We’re done, Dabi! Do you hear me?! Done!”

“Babydoll-“ Dabi crept towards you holding a hand out. He wrapped his arms around you and you let out another electric shock.

“Touch me again, and I will not hesitate to call the police. Hell, I have a couple heroes on speed dial and I wouldn’t mind giving them a ring either! I said get out!”

Dabi scoffed. He could only assume you were bluffing, but dealing with heroes would be a hassle he wouldn’t want to put up with tonight. He’d have to leave for now, let you cool off for a couple days, and come back when he was sure you’d forgotten about whatever the fuck you were mad about. He collected his things and hopped out your window without saying another word.

Walking down your overcompensating yard, he turned back to see you glaring at him from your window. He crossed his arms. You drew your curtains.

Of course you’d let him back in a couple days… otherwise, he didn’t know what he would do.

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FIC: A Learning Experience  (spicyhoney standalone)

Summary: Yeah, sure, Edge wasn't that experienced with sex, but once upon a time he hadn't known how to make a soufflé either. All he needed was a little practice.

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Lemon Goodness, Oral Sex,  Bad Sex, It gets better!, Embarrassment, Brief Scene of Stretch with Another Partner

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"look, it's okay if you don't like it. you know that, right?"

“I am aware, thank you.” The words were stiffly said and a quick glance confirmed that Edge was standing behind him instead of sitting at the kitchen table, spine ramrod straight like he’d taken this moment to shove the broomstick back up his ass as fortification. Not that Stretch blamed him, nah, his latest fuck buddy had his pride and his prejudice had just taken one hell of a blow.

So, Stretch turned back to the countertop to give him a minute. Busied his hands making tea, pouring the steaming liquid into the delicate cups before doctoring them up. A good dollop of honey for his own, thick and sweet, and it’d surprised him to learn Edge took his with plenty of sugar and milk, like a child playing grown up, but there was nothing childish about their conversation. Blue would probably be horrified that Stretch was using his good tea set as a backdrop for this little chat, but eh, may as well be civilized about it. "seriously, it’s fine. not everyone likes giving head.”

Truer words might never have been spoken and having to clean the carpet after someone jerked back to gag on it wasn’t exactly a huge turn-on, sure, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as Edge seemed to think. Like Stretch’s carpet hadn’t had worse on it and as recently as that morning before he’d cleaned his room in anticipation of some action tonight. It was only a little used magic, so what. Shit happened, or vomit in this case, it was fine, they could stick to the pussy side of things for now and revisit the idea of cock later, maybe. Stretch was kinda hoping someday they’d laugh about all this. That was, if he could persuade Edge not to swear off sex entirely; right now, his body language was locked up tight like one giant chastity belt.

Stretch pushed the second, murky cup over in offering before picking up his own and taking a sip. “i know you haven't done much of this before, but this is supposed to be fun, edgelord. i don't expect you to do things that make you uncomfortab—ohhh.”

The sudden touch of a mouth against the back of Stretch's neck sent that thought process back to the starting line. Guess Edge decided to unlock that chastity belt early and Stretch let his head drop down until his chin touched his chest, allowing Edge access to the delicate bones of his cervical vertebrae. His mouth was wet, still a little cool from thoroughly rinsing it out after the blowjob debacle. He drew his tongue down Stretch's neck, the line of his spine. Let his teeth part and the tip of his tongue was a slick touch, leaving behind a trail of spit behind to prickle and cool.

Fast learner and yeah, okay, it was true that Edge had very little experience to draw on. He’d grudgingly admitted to being a virgin before Stretch wrangled him into the sheets, yeehaw, but then, once upon a time he'd never made a soufflé before, either, and he’d managed to become something of a wonder at that. Edge could learn, sure. Having fun was what was important, everything else was just window-dressing.

Stretch set his cup back down, clattering against the saucer as he grabbed the edge of the counter to brace himself. It was probably rude to be making out in the shared areas of the house, Blue would definitely have a few loud words to share about it, but it was kinda hard to care when he was bent over the edge of a kitchen counter with Edge's hips pressed right against the seat of his pants. Tight enough against him that Stretch could feel the firm length of his cock through the thin cloth, riding against his sacrum.

Making out in the kitchen as a sin, heh, that one didn’t even crawl halfway up his back. Stretch had had plenty more audacious sex than this, secretive little adventures in cloak rooms and dark alleys. Once, he'd been in the shadowy back corner at the NTT resort with a girl whose name he'd barely known then and didn't recall at all now, the two of them drunk enough that making out had devolved into hands in clothes, buttons and buckles undone as they panted together.

She'd tasted like sour lemons and smelled like an ashtray, had pert little breasts with coffee-colored nipples that had bounced lightly when she tugged his pants down until she could get his cock into her mouth. Stretch had sprawled back into the chair and set one hand between the points of her ears, pushed between those lipstick-smeared lips and the no one had said a word to stop them. Not even the guy at the next table who was watching them.

He'd been about the same age as Stretch, and their eyes had met and held while down below she bobbed her head between his legs. Until Stretch had to close his eyes and push up into that sweet little mouth, coming in a burst of drunken pleasure.

The guy hadn't said anything and later when Stretch offered him a couple G to pay for his drink, he'd taken Stretch's money with long, dark fingers. One of them had trailed against the back of Stretch's hand and it was only with sobriety that Stretch understood the hint in it. He wouldn't have taken the guy up on it, not then. Might have been able to let him down a little gentler than simply turning away and following the staggering sway of female hips to the elevator up to his room.

That cheap encounter was nothing like this. For one, Edge smelled a great deal better than that dark corner had; his hand on Stretch's chin smelled like churros and honey, a lingering trace of the single one that he'd stolen from Stretch's plate an hour ago Muffet’s tainting his glove. He’d eaten it despite his distaste just to be a shit, teeth sheering through the delicate pastry and his smirk sharper yet. Beneath that on the inside of his wrist was clean, nothing but the faint spice of the soap Edge used. Plain, simple smells but being with Edge on any given day was an adventure. Stretch could stand a little bit of ordinary in his sex if Edge was part of the package deal.

Not that this was anything so bland. Edge's fingers were as clever as his mind, one hand splayed across Stretch's face, tipping his head back into the wet glide of his tongue against the curve Stretch's skull. The other was low on Stretch's pelvis, pressing insistently until Stretch obeyed the pressure and tipped his hips back, settling Edge more firmly against his ass. No point in getting indignant about it now, was there, and Stretch was willing enough.

The heel of Edge's hand against his cock through his trousers was a startling bit of loveliness and Stretch moaned even as Edge pressed a finger into his mouth, stroking softly against Stretch's tongue. He bit down gently, licked at the worn leather of his glove and the pressure on his cock lightened, ignoring the desperate lurch of Stretch's hips towards it. Until two fingers returned, the very tips of Edge's thumb and forefinger found the head of his cock through his trousers unerringly, dragging down, and Stretch had to steady himself against the counter as his knees attempted to buckle.

He almost bit down hard when Edge let him go completely, his teeth scraping over Edge's knuckle as he drew his finger free. Instead, Stretch found himself turned around, the tea set shoved precariously aside with a rattling clatter.

"hey, don't—" Stretch nearly shouted as Edge suddenly lifted him, setting him to sit on the edge of the counter and humiliation threatened, his cheekbones heating. He wasn’t that scrawny, thank you, and didn’t appreciate getting tossed around. Only it was difficult to protest when Edge slithered down and wrapped both arms around Stretch's waist, burying his face into his lap.

Stretch settled for cupping the sides of Edge’s skull in both hands, his fingers curling beneath his jawbone to hang on. Edge didn't protest his grip, only set his teeth lightly against Stretch's dick, the sharp pressure dulled through his trousers into something glorious.

"oh, fuck," Stretch hissed out between gritted teeth, spreading his legs wider to give Edge more room. He took every offered inch of space, crowding against Stretch, fabric turning dark beneath his mouth as he suckled and bit. Offering a promise that Stretch wanted so desperately for him to keep.

His fingers didn't seem nearly so clever now, stumbling over the fly of Stretch's pants like a common person, not the Captain of the Snowdin guard. Working the button loose, drawing down the zip until Stretch could breathe again. He felt Edge smile against bared pubis, his breath damp as he murmured, "Seems like you forgot your shorts this time."

Stretch sucked on his teeth, fancied he could still taste Edge's fingers, bitter leather and honey, "more like hopeful i wouldn't need them."

A hum of approval tickled against him, making Stretch fight a squirm. The urge vaporized as Edge's mouth slid lower, his chin bumping Stretch's cock awkwardly. A hand circled the base quickly, steadying, and Stretch sighed his approval. Oh, that was lovely, long, slim fingers wrapped around him, stroking with marked uncertainty. The first touch of mouth had Stretch inhaling sharply, resisting the urge to push up into the promise it invited. That’d been what got them into trouble last time and he was determined to let Edge take this at his own pace.

Stretch stared down at Edge’s hand around him, red leather against the bright orange length of his cock; at his mouth, the obvious marks on his tongue where he’d been biting it. He touched Edge’s tongue with his smallest finger, exhaled slowly when Edge licked it. Edge didn’t stop there, leaning past Stretch’s finger to his own and fuck, licking between those long fingers, his tongue slippery against Stretch’s cock. His mouth hot as he drew path up to the tip and opened, tipped his head back just enough to let Stretch press inside.

Watched himself slide between those jagged teeth, the faint flutter of Edge's sockets as they slipped closed, cheekbones puffing out as he inhaled frantically, trying to keep up with Stretch. He had to watch, couldn't help it, pretty, yes, fuck, Edge was staggeringly lovely, but also, he couldn't trust Edge to tell him if it was too much. Stubborn bastard wouldn't protest if his jaw were about to unhinge.

He’d taken half the length before his breathing took on a panicked note and Stretch tightened his grip on Edge’s skull, forcing him to stop. “there, that’s good,” he sighed. “that’s good, fuck, your mouth is hot. fuck…can…can you suck? just a little, just…just…ah, edge…”

He could, he did, hesitant suction slowly gaining confidence. Garbled words flowed out of Stretch, tangled begging and encouragement. Edge’s hand at the base of his cock went sweet-tight when Stretch pushed up, one tiny rock of his hips and the slick pressure around him increased, rising force as Edge sucked him with growing determination.

“that’s it, pretty boy,” Stretch groaned, rubbing a thumb down his scarred cheekbone. “you suck cock better than you think.”

From beneath his hand Edge’s sockets flared open before they narrowed disagreeably, glaring up at Stretch. He offered a sly smile back, tightened his grip in Edge’s skull and for good measure, wrapped one leg around his shoulders, holding him in tight.

“what’s the matter, they call you that in all that guard training you went to?” Stretch taunted. “they sure didn’t do anything with it, left that gorgeous mouth all for me, didn’t they, pretty boy, pretty, pretty…ouch, you shit!”

Edge had damnably sharp teeth, Stretch decided irritably, although his tongue was perfectly clever, soothing over the bite. Some tightness in him seemed to ease along with it, draining out, letting his mouth open wider and his cheekbones hollowed as he sucked hard, working him with systematic precision.

“yeah, that’s it,” Stretch sighed, tipping his head back against the cupboards. He managed to loosen his other hand from Edge’s jaw, petting his skull distractedly as Edge moaned against him, the vibration shivering through him. “that’s it…god damn it, your mouth…fuck…ah…do that…ah…!”

Obligingly, Edge swallowed against him again, taking him deeper yet, the sleek curl of his tongue over the head made Stretch thrash with a helpless gasp, his heels clattering loudly against the cabinets as he struggled against shoving up into the tight clasp of that pretty, tight mouth. “fuck! where did you…”

And promptly regretted asking when Edge pulled off, looking up at him with a sulky, wet mouth and heavy eyes. “The dating manual is remarkably informative in this area. Do you like—“

“yes!” Stretch snarled, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. The cold air was prickling against his wet cock uncomfortably. “yes, it was perfect and you’re a fucking bastard, you shit!”

“Language,” Edge murmured, dipping his head again, the touch of his mouth moving lovingly over him, taking him in abruptly deep as Stretch choked off words, thought falling to the wayside as Edge swallowed him down. Pulled back enough to lap at the tip with that clever little tongue and then back down. It was like he’d abandoned any pretense of hesitancy and where this eager, sensual creature had come from, Stretch didn’t know. All he knew was that he also didn’t care. Not so long as Edge was licking and swallowing him down, his mouth all silky heat and pressure.

Talking, right, talking was not a bad thing, not when the heat in his balls was rising, hot pleasure spiking up his spine and Stretch tapped feebly on Edge’s skull, “edge…uh…i’m close…” Hot, sweet suction was the only response, Edge’s mouth bruisingly perfect and Stretch’s voice broke, knees jerking in tight against Edge’s shoulders. “no…i mean…” Stretch moaned, trying to remember how to talk, how to remember anything but the flex and curl of Edge’s tongue against him. He forced words out desperately, “i mean…i’m going to come, right now, right…right…fuck, edge!”

Hot ecstasy flooded through him and Stretch gave in, fingers clenching into fists against Edge’s head even as he tried desperately not to hold him down, giving him a chance to back out. He felt Edge startle, his mouth going slack as Stretch jerked and cursed and came, slick bursts against his suddenly still tongue. Until Stretch could only slump back on the countertop, his clothes clinging sweatily to him and his breaths coming in harsh sobs. Dimly, he felt Edge pull back, his cock slipping from that soft, swollen mouth but not before Edge swallowed hesitantly around him, flexing against too sensitive flesh.

“oh, fuck me,” Stretch groaned. He was wrecked, the backs of his thighs aching where they pressed against the counter, little tremors still running through him. Sprawled out with Edge still between his legs and Stretch forced his sockets open enough to peer blearily down at him.

His gaze caught on that mouth first, on his tongue, a little puffy and reddened, and Stretch might have lingered there if Edge hadn’t swallowed again like he was still considering the taste, the bob at his throat a neat distraction. Instead, Stretch looked up a little higher and met crimson eye lights with his own. Edge was blinking too much, his sockets too wide and it made him look almost disturbingly young. He ruined it just as quickly, his tongue running lightly over his teeth in search of any stray drops; must've found the taste to his liking. Edge murmured roughly, “As agreeable as I am to fucking you, you look like you might need a moment.”

Stretch tipped his head back and laughed, honestly past caring at the shrill edge to it as he shook his head wearily. “maybe three or four moments. fucking hell…”

Edge slipped to his feet with a grace that Stretch didn’t have time to envy, his hands cool against Stretch’s face, forcing him to stillness. Holding him as Edge pressed their mouths together, sliding his tongue between Stretch’s teeth to share a kiss tainted with the sweet bitterness of his own magic. Of course sex with Edge would be like this, Stretch thought wryly, curling his arms around broad shoulders and hauling himself up a little straighter, enough to let their mouths meet a little easier. Of course it would.

Gentle slick kisses turned into something fiercer, their mouths meeting with harsh force and Edge was crowding between his legs again, his belt buckle pushing uncomfortably against Stretch’s crotch. Before he could complain, Edge pulled away breathlessly, diving in to bite at Stretch’s jawline fiercely before he whispered sharply against it, “I’d like to see how pretty you are on your knees.”

Stretch made a sound in his throat, a tiny noise of protest; he was hardly what anyone would call pretty in any context. Cute, he got sometimes, slutty, sure but—

Sharp teeth nibbling beneath his chin silenced his thoughts, biting a path gently down his throat.

Yeah, okay, his turn to be on his knees, he could do that. Edge would probably last all of ten seconds, but that was okay, too.

He’d learn.

-finis

[hueningkoi]

What's your top 10 drawing tips?

Ohhh!!! Yes okay!!! This is gonna be long. Be prepared lol also keep in mind I'm a traditional artist so these may not work for digital artists!

1. Draw as often as you can. Don't over do it though because you'll burn yourself out and then it'll have the opposite effect and you'll not want to draw anymore. But the only way to get better is to put the time in which is hard because most of us want to be good immediately but it doesn't work that way! And trust me if you put the time in you'll one day look at your work and just go WHOA I IMPROVED HOLY SHIT like it'll slap you in the face and it will make you feel so good about the hard work you put in. Basically my first tip is is keep trying, take breaks, be persistent but don't over do it. never quit art though please! always make art. The world needs it!

2. Use reference pictures!!! Don't be afraid of reference pictures! All artists need reference pictures!! Even the most talented artists need reference and its actually pretty fundamental to learning how to draw. That's why art classes make you draw bowls of fruit! To teach you to draw from life! So find stock photos, take pics of friends and yourself and of objects, google image search and USE DAT REFERENCE!!

3. Try limiting your color pallet. Use a color pallet generator and make an artwork only using like 3, 4, or 5 colors. Limiting your color pallet helps you learn to think about the placement of colors and how to choose the right colors for an artwork. It helps you avoid the mistake that lots of people make where you use too many colors and your art looks like a tacky rainbow mismatchy mess!

4. Try doing ballpoint pen art!! Drawing without an eraser forces you to slow down. It forces you to think about the placement of each line so when you go back to pencil you feel much much much more confident and honestly it helps me sketch in pencil much faster and just makes me a more confident drawer overall. Like if I can make something look decent in ballpoint I'm like damn imagine what I can do with an eraser!!

5. It's okay to take tidbits of other people's style and work it into your art style. Don't outright copy someone but if a particular way they draw like say... eyes or something just really vibes with you then try drawing eyes like that! Everyone's art style is inspired by other art styles like my art style is partially inspired by ben 10 and I ain't about to deny it 😂

6. Try shading skin with lavender/purple. it looks fucking rad as hell try it do it like put the skin color down, shade with purple, then go over the purple again with the skin color. Try it and tell me how it goes

7. When doing lineart, if it fits your style, try outlining the silhouette of the character in a thicker line than the rest of the lineart.. it gives the lineart some cool line weight variation and makes the art look polished and more finished

8. Tracing art is okay and really helpful in learning how to draw! Just make sure that you either don't post it to social media or make sure you have explicit permission from the original artist to trace it and that you credit them

9. Try different mediums! Sometimes you think a medium is the one for you but sometimes you're wrong. Lol I thought I was going to be a digital artist for a long time but dude. Digital and I do not mix. I remember when I one day was like shit let's try these prisma colored pencils fuck it! This was after trying digital for like a year and when I worked with those pencils it was like the sun finally shown down on me and Angel's were singing and damn I haven't touched my tablet in like a year 😂 and that doesn't mean I couldn't get good at digital it just means you should work with the medium that makes you happy! I honestly hate digital now lmaooooo so ya! Try painting try pencils try markers hell try digital! Try it all!! Art is so fun omg I'm getting wild Haha

10. Don't let other people's art make you feel bad about yours. Like this one is hard because its difficult to not compare your art to other people's but I just know from experience that it's better to think "wow they're art is great I need to practice drawing like that style more" rather than like "wow their art is great I'll never be that good I should quit" because that artist was where you are once and the only reason they're at the level they are now is because they didn't quit!!! This is like my first tip lol I just get so heartbroken when people stop drawing. Art is so beautiful and everyone should make art always 💖💖

[atths--twice]

Blissful Early Mornings

I recently saw a collection of pictures of Scully in different sets of pajamas. In one of them, the one below, she looks like she’s wearing Mulder’s dress shirt. I mean, I know she’s not, but hey, we can dream, right? 

She stretches languidly with a sigh, not quite ready to wake up, the bed warm and comfortable. Her eyes closed, she breathes deeply and she smiles; the smell of fresh laundry and the unmistakable scent of the man who sleeps in the bed, filling her senses.

She reaches out and finds that the other side of the bed is rather cool to the touch, signaling it has been unoccupied for quite some time. Her fingertips tracing up where his chest should be, she grabs his pillow, holding it close and breathing deeply again.

Her legs slide across to his side, the coolness of the sheets shockingly different than the warmth of her own. With a soft intake of breath, she smiles as she thinks of the feel of his legs entwined with hers last night, the way the hair on his contrasted to the smoothness of her own.

“Softer than anything I’ve ever touched,” he had whispered in her ear from behind, as her leg slid across his again, and he trailed the backs of his fingers over her stomach and around her navel. Her muscles had quivered as she moaned softly. “So goddamn soft, Scully.”

He had been hard against her and she shifted, allowing him to slip inside of her, her leg moving to lay across his, high on his hip.

“And wet,” he had breathed. “Soft and wet.”

“Mmm… Mulder,” she had moaned as he pulled nearly all the way out, before pushing back in as she thrust with him.

“No. Slow…” he had whispered, his mouth on her ear, his teeth scraping across her lobe. “I wanna go slow. Make it good for you.”

“It’s… ohhh… it’s always good for me. You… Mm… Mulder… yes, like that.”

And he had obliged. Making her moan and gasp his name as his fingers danced and teased, setting a tandem rhythm with his thrusts. She had fallen over the edge, twice, his desire to go slow adding to her pleasure, the anticipation of release causing her heart to feel as though it might burst from her chest.

He was an incredibly attentive lover, but of course she had known he would be. He could bounce quickly from subject to subject, but when he was truly focused on something, his attention remained rapt and intense. And his center of attention of late, resided between her legs.

Everywhere on her body really, but sweet Jesus, that man made her legs weak when his fingers touched or his tongue licked, drawing out cries from her as though collecting them in a mental glass jar; keeping them safe and able to call back on later. His smile, when she was able to once again focus on his face, could almost be described as a smirk, if his utter happiness did not bleed through.

Rolling over, now feeling slightly aroused, she sighs as she opens her eyes and lets go of his pillow. Cotton and down are a poor substitute for the real thing, which must be somewhere in the apartment.

Maybe he’s making me breakfast, she thinks with a small chuckle, along with a roll of her eyes, as she stretches and sits up, completely naked. With a smile, she stands up and stretches further, her muscles deliciously sore.

Feeling her hair, she shakes her head, knowing there is no point in attempting to fix it as it does not matter to either of them. With other men, she had taken the time in the mornings after lovemaking, to touch up her hair or makeup, but now she does not care. He has seen her at her worst. But, tousle haired and warm from his bed, that is the best look she feels she has ever had.

Deciding to not simply walk out in her naked glory, she bends down and picks up her underwear from the floor; the lacy lilac ones that had dropped him to his knees last night. Seeing his white dress shirt lying a couple of steps away and knowing her shirt is somewhere in the living room, she picks it up and slides it on along with her underwear. Buttoning only two buttons, the shirttails hitting the backs of her thighs, she rolls up the sleeves and inhales his scent.

God, he smells so good.

Walking into the bathroom, she picks up her toothbrush, the pink one he presented her with two days ago, after they had watched a movie. Well, not so much watched, as listened while they had discussed their recent case. Her hand had been in his, his thumb rubbing circles along the top of hers, driving her crazy with desire.

He had left the room to use the bathroom and she followed him a minute later, turning off the television as she left, no longer feeling the need to pretend that she had been paying attention to the movie. Or was it a show he had recorded? She had not known and did not care.

Walking to the threshold of the bathroom, he eyes had locked onto hers as he looked in the mirror, his toothbrush in hand. She had smiled at him as he had stared at her.

“You’re staying?” he had asked, hopeful but not expectant. She had nodded, as the craving she had for him, settled like a blazing fire low in her belly.

He had smiled with a nod and glanced down and to the side before raising his eyes again. Her eyes had followed his glance as she stepped closer to him. There, in the cup where he kept his own toothbrush, was another one- a pink one, the same brand she always chose. Smiling slowly, she had looked at him and he shrugged with an adorably awkward smile. I just thought… so you don’t need to bring a bag up every time.”

“Hmm…” she had hummed, reaching for the toothbrush and licking her lips. She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath. The simple act of him buying her a toothbrush made her heart race.

God, she loved him so much.

“Thank you,” she had whispered, blinking her eyes quickly, as sudden tears pricked at the backs of them.

“It’s just a toothbrush,” he had said with a shrug and she raised her eyes to his in the mirror.

She could have easily turned her head to look at him, her shoulder brushing his arm as they stood so close. But looking at him in the mirror felt more intimate in an odd way, as though she was truly seeing him. Silently, she had told him that it was not just a toothbrush. He had nodded and smiled softly, reaching for the toothpaste and handing it to her first.

“It’s a nice toothbrush,” she had said as she placed the toothpaste on it and then handed it back to him. Turning on the water, she wet her toothbrush before beginning to brush her teeth.

“Well, I was going to buy blue, not wanting to assign gender to anything, even a simple toothbrush,” he explained, placing the toothpaste on his own toothbrush. “But as I stood there, I couldn't remember if my toothbrush was blue. Not wanting to take a chance of them getting mixed up and accidentally using the others, I decided on the only other available color choice: pink.”

He had grinned before brushing his own teeth and she had taken a deep breath, finishing her brushing and staring at him.

As soon as the cup had once again held their two toothbrushes, she had wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him soundly on the lips; his kiss tasting of mint. His hands had slid under her shirt, his fingertips on the skin of her back, adding fuel to that constant fire that seemed to constantly burn within her.

Her shirt had come off and landed somewhere on the floor as he had hummed out a chuckle. He had lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he walked them into the bedroom, where they had fallen onto the bed.

Humming out a breath, she shakes her head and takes a deep breath, smiling at the memory before she brushes her teeth and rinses her face. Patting her face dry, she looks at herself in the mirror and smiles. Fluffing her hair just a little, she steps out of the bathroom and crosses his room to search for him.

Opening the door, she finds him sitting forward on the couch in a pair of plaid pajama pants and one of the dark grey shirts she loves so much. A cup of steaming coffee sits on the coffee table in front of him along with an open case file. He looks up at her with a happy smile and she sighs as she steps over to him.

She bumps his legs, silently asking him to move them and make some space. He sits back and she stands in front of him, the case file blocked by her body. He hums as he runs his hands up her thighs and moans softly when he hits her ass, coming up to her waist and bringing her closer. His dress shirt opens a little and he kisses her bare stomach and it is her turn to moan.

“I like seeing you in my shirt,” he says in a gravelly voice as he rubs his slightly stubbly cheek across her skin, causing her to draw in a sharp breath.

“Hmm… well as I was not one hundred percent sure of the whereabouts of my own shirt, I figured this was better than appearing completely in the nude,” she teases, running her fingers slowly through his hair.

“I wouldn’t say I like seeing you in it that much,” he mumbles against her navel and she chuckles, before gasping as he softly nibbles at her flesh, his thumbs rubbing at her hip bones.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asks softly, her fingernails scratching lightly at his scalp.

“No. And I didn’t want to wake you, too. You looked so peaceful.”

“Well, I slept really well. I suppose good lovin’ will do that to a person,” she teases, tugging at his hair gently. He smiles as he leans his head back and looks up at her. She smiles back, telling him that while said in a teasing tone, her words are quite sincere.

“Hmm,” he hums, wrapping his arms around her waist, his hands locking together. “I feel the same and slept very well myself… well, for a while anyway.”

“As you should have,” she states with a smirk and he nods, his hazel eyes searching her face. Raising her eyebrows, she asks him a silent question.

“It’s just something about this case was niggling at me when I woke up and, like I said, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Hmm...” She brushes his hair back, his eyes closing as she does. “Perhaps the questions that seem to be niggling at you will keep and we could look at it together… later.”

“Later?” he asks, opening his eyes and staring up at her, a smile tugging at his lips.  

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, her fingernails running lightly down his face as he begins to stroke her back and the top of her ass. “I woke up naked and alone in your bed. Alone, Mulder. And did I mention I was completely naked?”

“Scully,” he groans, his eyes closing briefly, as his hands move to the backs of her thighs, bringing her even closer to him, his lips once more kissing her stomach.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, her fingers moving to the top of his head, closing her eyes as his tongue runs across the top of her underwear. “Mulder.” She squeezes his head as she pitches forward with a shaky moan and he grips her thighs.

“So… it seems I made a mistake,” he says softly as he raises his head, his eyes shining and his mouth curving into a smile. She smiles back, her hands moving to his face and running her thumbs across his lips. “Leaving such a beautiful woman alone… and naked… it should be a crime.”

“I agree.”

“Hmm…” he hums with a smile, softly kissing her thumbs. “What can I possibly do to rectify such a heinous crime?”

She smiles as she raises her eyebrows, knowing exactly what she wants from him. He grins slowly, as though reading her mind, his hands stroking up and down the backs of her thighs once more, goosebumps of anticipation rising in their wake.

“Oh, I know you know I’ve already thought of something.”

He grins with a slight nod as she bends her head, her lips landing on his as her heart races and that constant fire within her, begins to rise.

[blackbutterfliescal]

He Wanted Love, I Taste Of Blood

A Muke One Shot

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Luke Hemmings

Word count: 2.3K

Rating: E for Everyone

Content: college AU, major character death, light discussion of sexual situations (no actual smut), gore mention but nothing explicit/drawn out

A/N: I’m so excited to share my first ever collab event fic!! This kinda became it’s own monster and is pretty different from anything I’ve tried before. My prompt was “The legend said it only goes after virgins…so sucks for you I guess.” The title is from the song Love Like Winter by AFI, which has nothing to do with this fic but it’s a jam 😅 Big thank you to @spicycal ​ and @devilatmydoor ​ for encouraging me to stick to my guns while writing this. It’s a little shorter than I’d like but 🤷‍♀️

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The scratch of dead leaves skittering across the pavement in the twilight breeze is the only thing occupying Luke’s mind, causing his skin to crawl the same way that nails on a chalkboard do. With every scuff of his shoes along the hard ground, he traps another smattering of decaying foliage under his sole, leaving deep hues of carnage on the sidewalk in his wake.

A warm presence quickly spreading across the inside of his palm causes his head to stop its constant nervous swivel, snapping towards the sensation. Luke lets out a breath of laughter when realization dawns on him - it’s just Michael. “Are you even listening to me at all, Luke?” Michael’s tone holds a gentle tease as he slots his fingers between Luke’s and prods his side with an elbow. Luke timidly returns a smile but his eyes are still wild. He can’t stop thinking that Michael is much too calm as they look ahead to see the lights down the street flicker on; the resulting buzz loud enough to drown out leaves crunching under their feet.

The two of them had spent the better part of the chilly Saturday afternoon at the park down the street, holding warm cider in their sweater paw-clad hands and trading off bites of the various pumpkin treats they’d picked up from the bakery across the street. When Luke had transferred to the local college a little more than a month ago, he hadn’t known anyone. He’d intentionally chosen a school far from home, wanting a new start after spending his first year at a community college near home. Starting over without knowing anyone was stressful and he was thankful that Michael had so quickly introduced himself. Luke always felt terribly awkward trying to make new friends, especially since so many people met their friends through events like freshman orientation, which Luke missed out on. He’d met Michael through his roommate and he’d immediately taken Luke under his wing, appreciating that Luke could match his banter and weird sense of humor. They’d hung out a couple of times in the dorm commons where Luke lived, playing video games until the wee hours of the morning. But today, as the sun casts the vibrantly colored trees in deeper shades of yellow and orange, Michael is thankful it’s just the two of them. It means that there’s no worry of prying roommates and he feels free to pull Luke into him, planting a soft kiss on his lips under the sprawling oak tree. It’s warm and sweet - the lingering cider and confections still clinging to their lips. Luke’s expression leaves Michael panicked that he’s gotten everything mixed up yet again but it didn’t take Luke long to fall into Michael once more. And then again. And again. Until he feels like he’ll crash and burn without the taste of Michael on his lips.

Neither of them are sure how long they’ve spent hiding from the world under that oak tree before Michael volunteers to walk Luke home, but Luke is sure they’ve stayed too long to make it across campus to his dorm before dark. It’s getting more and more difficult to see Michael’s soft features when they pass through the dim spaces between worn out street lamps. As they take the turn to Luke’s block, Michael can feel Luke’s pace pick up - clearly wanting to be in the safety of his building. They pass a newspaper box and the print pressed against the plexiglass window catches Michael’s attention. “THREE ATTACKS IN THREE WEEKS” reads the bold letters atop the page. A slightly smaller line below calls out the newly-implemented dusk curfew due to little police progress in the investigations. Michael keeps quiet about the papers, not wanting to add to Luke’s frenzy, but the way Luke averts his eyes tells him that Luke is already well aware.

Michael had heard the wildest rumors - that there was some sort of inhuman monster to blame for the deaths or that it was occult related. And sure, he knew every New England town had its share of weird cryptid stories and weirdos, but he couldn’t bring himself to believe it was anything other than a particularly bold black bear. He’s lived nearby his whole life and has never seen anything like the hysteria that was gripping the sleepy little town now. It makes sense to him that a newbie like Luke would be overly terrified though, especially as the days grew shorter with the approach of the harsh grey winter.

As they approach the loop in front of Luke’s dorm, Luke is practically dragging Michael behind him in a sprint. Any trace of daylight is completely gone from the sky and each passing second seems to increase Luke’s panic. They come to a sudden halt in front of the large glass doors that lead to the commons and Luke drops Michael’s hand, beginning to fumble for his keycard between ragged, panting breaths. Michael is doing all he can to not giggle at Luke’s frantic nature. Michael couldn’t be less worried about the dark; he knows there’s not a black bear in the world brazen enough to come up to them right now. Assuming it was a black bear causing all the trouble... It seems like an eternity that Michael watches Luke’s hands struggle to make the machine on the door read his card.

“Why does this stupid thing never work! I live here!!” The shadow suddenly casting over Luke’s clumsy hands is enveloped quickly by Michael’s frigid fingers. Michael’s hands feel firm around Luke’s and Luke lets him pull the flimsy plastic from him. Michael does his best to calm Luke as he runs the card through the machine slot a couple of times until the latch clicks open to grant them access. “See? We’re okay. Nothing to worry about.” Michael’s tone is gentle as Luke releases the air that’s been burning in his lungs. The nip in the air isn’t doing Luke any favors when it comes to catching his breath or the flushed tint on his face. And the kiss Michael places on the rosiest part of his cheek definitely isn’t helping either.

The offending keycard lands in Luke’s palm as Michael flashes a comforting smile. “Well, now that I’ve been a gentleman - walked you home and kissed you goodnight - I should get home too. Curfew and whatnot...” Michael sheepishly tucks his hands in his pockets, trying to keep them from freezing stiff, and turns away from Luke.

Without a second thought, Luke reaches out to wrap his spindly fingers around Michael’s wrist and doesn’t bother to hide worry on his face. “Maybe you should stay. Just to be safe, I mean. I don’t want you to walk across campus alone with god knows what out there.” Luke tosses a quick glance beyond the well-lit drop off loop, eyes wide. “Come on! I’m pretty sure that my roommate’s gone for the weekend, so there’s even an extra bed. And I’m sure I can find something of mine for you to sleep in.” The surprised look on Michael’s face brings back the panic in Luke’s chest as he spits out a quick “Only if you want!!” trying to play it off.

The smile that lifts Michael’s cheeks is amused while he assures Luke that he’s walked home in the dark plenty of times and lived to tell the tales. “Besides… even if it is a monster, the legend says it only goes after virgins…” The teasing on Michael’s face vanishes completely, watching Luke hug his arms around his own stomach and chew on his bottom lip. The concern on his face makes Michael reconsider - though he feels like there’s something else hiding behind Luke’s pleading gaze. Was Luke worried about still being a virgin? Or maybe he was worried because now he knew Michael wasn’t?

“Ohhh. Oh!! That’s why you’re so scared.” Michael turns back toward Luke and lets his hands rest on Luke’s too-broad shoulders, trying to use the most calming tone he could manage. “Listen, it’s just an urban legend. Some stupid frat guys probably made up to get their girlfriends to sleep with them!” Luke wasn’t expecting this turn of conversation after only three dates and he’s fallen quiet, hyperaware of the fact that the automatic lock on the door had clicked in place again and they still hadn’t made it inside yet. His steely blues meet Michael’s soft green eyes and the wind howls around them.

“Is that why you want me to stay over so soon, Luke? I mean…. I like you. I really do! But I don’t know about taking your virginity just because of some crazy rumor…” Luke lets out a small laugh and stares down at his feet. He unravels his arms from around his middle and holds out his hand for Michael. “No, you goon. I just really don’t want anything to happen to you. You’re the only friend I’ve got here!” Michael scoffs, feigning offense at Luke’s use of the word “friend”.

“Sucks to be you, I guess. You’re never gonna lose your virginity if you keep making out with guys and then calling them your friends,” Michael teases as he bumps Luke’s shoulder with his own. Luke rolls his eyes in response, earning him a fit of laughter as he scans his keycard again, managing entry on the first try, and pulls Michael through the main doors and down his hallway.

Once inside the warm air of Luke’s room, Michael sinks down onto Luke’s bed with an overexaggerated sigh, immediately making himself at home and watching as Luke roots through his dresser to find sweatpants for the pair of them. He eventually finds suitable options and makes his way across the room, offering Michael his pick of the outfits he’s gathered up. As Luke stretches out his hands to show Michael his choices, Michael grabs them both with a playful grin and tosses them onto the bed beside him. Luke begins to protest at his disregard but Michael reaches for Luke’s now-empty hands, ever so slowly pulling him forward until his knees knock against the bed. He holds Luke’s gaze as his hands move toward his hips, gently tugging him onto the bed so his long legs can fold over themselves on either side of Michael’s hips. Luke lets his lips part in anticipation as he settles onto Michael’s lap.

Michael’s hands have warmed from their previous state and Luke thinks they might burn right through him where they snake around his waist. Luke’s thawed fingertips land softly on each side of Michael’s full cheeks as he smiles up at him. The space between them is alive with electricity as they move closer before Luke finally leans down to close the gap. This kiss was different than the ones underneath the oak tree this afternoon, full of something Luke had never let himself experience before. It was soft and slow and filled with the kind of tenderness that only appears in timid new relationships.

Not wanting to rush into anything Luke might regret, Michael breaks the kiss and begins to speak while tracing feather-light touches up and down Luke’s back.

“‘S cute that you worried about me, you know? You’re sweet.” Luke smiles before pressing his puffy lips to Michael’s again briefly, leaving them behind to trail down the side of his neck, causing his reply to come out muffled.

“Not as sweet as you’ll be.” Michael hums inquisitively, assuming he misheard.

“I said, not as sweet as you. I can still taste…” Luke leans into Michael’s lips again. “Pumpkin...apples…and….” Michael smiles under the kiss this time. “Cinnamon!” Luke lingers over Michael’s mouth for a few beats, a hungry look in his eyes. “I’m glad you decided to stay tonight. Much better with you here.” Michael pulls Luke’s body flush against his, the mischief on his face matching Luke’s.

“You know, I still don’t think we should do it just so you won’t be a virgin anymore, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still have fun…” Michael bites the corner of his lip and pulls Luke down to him with much more purpose this time. A flurry of hands begin to tug at fabric and rush over heated skin. Luke nips down Michael’s neck again and he’s sure to leave bruises but that doesn’t seem to bother him.

“We don’t only go after virgins, just so you know,” he offers to Michael between shallow breaths. Unsure he heard correctly, Michael sits back to take in Luke’s face. “What? What does that mean? Who’s ‘we’?”

“Just that you shouldn’t believe everything that you hear,” Luke states very matter-of-fact with a glint of something indiscernable in his eyes. “Luke… I don’t - What? You’re scaring me. What are you talking about?” Michael’s sure that Luke’s messing with him, probably as payback for the virgin jokes earlier.

“Well. Virgins are sweeter - like getting to eat dessert for dinner. But the rumors are wrong. We don’t only go after virgins. That’s not really practical, is it?” As he speaks, Luke looks directly into Michael’s eyes and runs his thumb across Michael’s glossy lip before trailing over the marks already appearing on his neck.

The little bit of color that was flushed over Michael’s cheeks previously is gone and the horror that’s taken over his sweet face almost makes Luke second guess what comes next. Almost. And someday he’ll learn not to play with his food but he admits that it makes things so much more fun. Michael thickly swallows and squeezes his eyes shut. Maybe if he doesn’t open them, it won’t be real. Maybe he’ll wake up from a nap in the park under that old oak tree.

When his curiosity gets the better of him, he unscrews his eyelids to see Luke, still on his lap, with eyes that glow a deep amber. The sinister smile that stretches across Luke’s face reveals multiple rows of pointed teeth, which he uses to make quick work of Michael’s throat, desperate pleas and screams still trapped inside.

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[ma-sulevin]

14. the one where color appears on your body wherever your soulmate first touches you.

Maura and Emma for @softmillers 😘

Maura thought she would’ve met her soulmate by now, and it’s hard for her to stay hopeful when she meets new people every single day and none of them are hers.

For a while, she hoped it was Max, as awed by her beauty as she was enthralled by her boldness. Before she could work up the courage to try, Max FaceTimed her with a colorful handprint over her hipbone and an obviously naked curly-headed man snoring in the bed next to her.

Later, she thought it might be the paramedic she got paired up with, Danny, as impressed with his kind smile as with his confidence on the job. He even kisses her one day, after they’ve shared a few beers, but he leans away with no color on his face and disappointment in his eyes. They don’t talk about it again.

She’s not sure where her soulmate is, but she knows they’re out there somewhere, and she just… waits. She waits and she hopes and she doesn’t let the disappointment overwhelm her even when it tries.

She goes out with Max and Cooper sometimes, out drinking or to karaoke nights, and she waits for the color of her soulmate to appear. It’s fun and it passes the time, but it doesn’t help the lonely feeling inside her when she sees Max tracing her fingers over the soulmark she left on Cooper’s forearm.

She’s out with them one night, drinking and dancing and listening to the singer who’s visiting Austin from Nashville when it starts to creep up on her again. Maybe it’s the tequila Max talked her into drinking instead of her usual wine, but something about watching the other bonded couples is making her feel like she’ll always be alone.

She tries to chase the feeling away with another drink, and then by throwing herself into dancing with a cute guy who smiles at her, but then when no color blooms… she leaves him mid-song and disappears into the women’s bathroom at the back of the bar.

She doesn’t realize she’s started to cry until she looks at her reflection in the mirror, and then it’s too hard for her to stop.

One of the doors opens on the stalls behind her, and the singer from earlier steps out still smoothing her shirt down. She freezes when her eyes meet Maura’s in the mirror, but then her face crumples in concern.

“Are you okay, sweetie? Are you sick?” She approaches slowly, like she’s walking up to a scared animal, and she stops a couple paces away.

Maura nods and wipes at her eyes. “Yeah,” she says, still sniffling. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Yeah, that happens to me too after one too many.” The woman steps up to the sink next to Maura and starts to wash her hands. “You’re not here alone are you?”

Maura shakes her head and tries to wipe away the fresh wave of tears at the question. “My friend made her soulmate a few months ago and I’m here with them.”

“Ohhh…” The water shuts off and the woman reaches past Maura to grab a paper towel. Maura finds herself leaning closer, drawn in by her warmth. “Hey, I haven’t met my soulmate yet either. We will though.”

“I’ve just been waiting so long…” Her eyes well back up with tears again. “They’re not going to want me anymore when it happens.”

“Oh, honey, yes they will. You’re fucking gorgeous.” The woman reaches out against and grabs another paper towel, using it to dab at Maura’s cheeks. “They’re the luckiest person on the planet.” When she decides Maura’s face is dry enough, she drops the towel in the sink and starts smoothing Maura’s curls down. “Just look at how soft your hair is. Goddamn.”

“You’re the real catch,” Maura insists. “You have the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard.” She reaches up and touches the woman’s hair too, pushing it back over her shoulder. She feels herself leaning closer under the force of the drinks or just how pretty she is, and she only stops when she feels fingers wrapping around her wrist.

“You’re a sweetheart. What’s your name, honey?”

“Maura Foster.”

The woman looks down, then back up, a delightful gleam in her dark eyes. “Maura Foster, I’m Emma Nguyen. Why don’t you touch me?”

“Hmm?” It takes a second for her words to click, but when they do…

She looks down and sees a circle of pale pink around her wrist, bright enough that it’s obviously a soulmark and not just an impression left behind.

Maura’s brain stops.

Her soulmate?

Here?

From Tennessee?

“Where?” It’s all she can think, overwhelmed with the choices before her. She has her soulmate in front of her and she doesn’t know what to do.

Emma looks down and then smiles. She overs her right hand to Maura, and Maura entwines their fingers together. When she pulls her hand away, there’s a handprint in her favorite shade of green on Emma’s palm, between her fingers, and on the back of her hand.

“Now everyone will always know,” Emma says. “That I belong to you.”

Maura wraps her up in a hug, pushing up onto her toes a little to get her chin over Emma’s shoulder. Emma holds her back, squeezing tight.

“See? I told you,” Emma says. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

Maura shakes her head but doesn’t argue, just holds on as tight as she can. She looks up when the bathroom door opens, but it’s just Max coming to check on her.

“Maxie, look.” Maura relaxes her hold on Emma and holds up her arm to show off the pink band. “It’s Emma.”

Max arches one eyebrow and looks Emma up and down. Finally, she nods.

“C’mon,” she says. “I’ll buy you a drink.”

[marktuansvevo]

warning(s); slight cursing, 90s au, lapslock

word count; 1299

another’s note; hi loves and happy halloween! i hope everybody is having fun and staying safe! here’s part two of the autumn dates collection! i hope you all enjoy <3

“I haven’t ridden a bike in so long,” you said to jaebeom as you snuggled the phone between your cheek and shoulder. you played with the cord as you let the man on the other side talk you into a fifth date with him (not that it took much convincing).

“cmon, y/n, no one forgets how to ride a bike,” you could hear him laughing at your statement. “its almost winter, we should enjoy the pretty fall weather. please?” he paused, waiting for an answer. “I’ll even buy you ice cream, darling.���

you couldn’t help but giggle at the onslaught of butterflies that just erupted in your lower tummy at the petname he just called you.

“okay...fine. but I want to rent a pink bike.”

“done and done. pick you up on saturday at 2?”

“sounds perfect.”

“okay, see you soon, darling,” you know he purposefully drew out the word. he knew exactly how to make your cheeks red and you loved that about him.

today was the first date you hadn’t been at least sorta dressed up to see jaebeom. you were nervous that he wouldn’t like you in some adidas shorts and a ponytail, but as if on cue, jaeboem knocked on the door, pulling you out of your insecure thoughts. you smiled before throwing your arms around him. you didn’t care if it was too early. you weren’t even official yet....but he made you feel things you never knew you could feel.

“missed you, beom,” you whispered, letting him hold you.

“missed you too,” you saw his cheeks were dusted a light pink at your actions. “now cmon, we’re burning daylight!!”

you let him take your hand and lead you to his beat up pickup truck, where he opened the door for you. you blushed. you felt like a teenager. no person had ever made you feel this special, and you didn’t want this feeling to end anytime soon.

“now, I picked a trail that isn’t too hilly, since you haven’t been biking in a minute. and it’s only four miles from that ice cream place I was telling you about.”

“you really think of everything, huh?” you marveled out loud, looking out the window as you hummed along to only wanna be with you which was playing on the radio. jaeboem looked over at you before taking your hand and kissing it as he sang along, “been looking for a girl like you.”

the rest of the ride to the park was spent like that, jaebeom’s thumb tracing patterns on the back of your hand while the two of you shyly sang top 40 songs.

you both walked into the cute little bike shop. “hi, how can we help you?” the salesmen asks.

“we just wanted to rent some bikes for the afternoon. oh, do you have any pink bikes in my girl’s size? that’s what she’s demanding.”

“hey!!”

“she literally won’t go on this date if you don’t have one man, you gotta help me out,” your boyfriend said to the salesman who hooted. “I happen to have one in your size, maam, if you wanna follow me.”

“it’s perfect! thank you so much, now I can confidently go on this date,” you played along as boem paid the man and walked out of the shop.

“pink really is your color, darling.”

“you’re just saying that to make me blush,” you said as you blushed. he sniggered.

“I can’t help that you’re cute. now cmon, let’s hit the trail.”

the trail was beautiful and really let you clear your head of any thoughts that didn’t involve the man in front of you. you looked out at the river, at the trees with pretty orange, red and yellow leaves hanging on them, at the elderly couple walking their dog. it was one of those days where nothing could bring down your mood....it was serendipitous...

...until the frog.

jaebeom had told you that you were close to the ice cream stand about five minutes ago. you were thinking about mint chocolate chip when all of a sudden, a bull frog hops in front of your path. you let out a scream and swerved out of the frogs way,  crashing your bike in the process.

“y/n!” jaebeom exclaimed. “oh my god are you okay.”

do not cry do not cry do not cry, you willed yourself as you looked down at the blood pouring out of both your knees. you would not be dramatic on your fifth date with this wonderful person.

“I...I’m okay...”

“oh, honey that looks like it hurts....” he said softly. “hey, there’s a general store right next to the ice cream parlor. I’ll be back with some antiseptic and bandaids, okay?”

“don’t take too long,” you whispered.

you watched as he jogged over the the store. it was a good twenty minutes before he came jogging back.

“okay, I got a washcloth and antiseptic, and a water bottle. will you let me clean it, y/n?”

you just nodded your head. “it hasn’t stopped bleeding since you left.”

“this might sting, darling. tell me if it hurts.” jaebeom pours some water onto the washcloth, cleaning your wound. as soon as the blood stopped flowing out of the scrapes, jaeboem squeezes a generous amount of the medicine onto his pointer and middle fingers before applying it to your open wound. you winced are the sting, begging yourself not to cry once more. you don’t even know why you were so worked up.

jaebeom didn’t even look up as he continued to apply the medicine, which you were grateful for as tears freely flowed down your face. “alright, how’s that feel- oh, y/n are you crying?? did that hurt too bad?”

“I..I’m sorry i don’t know why im so worked up. I just...” you sighed as he pulled you into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck to hide. “I feel like a fucked this whole  date up. and now you have a crying girl in your lap,” he shushed you gently, placing a kiss to your temple.

“darling, you didn’t fuck anything up. im still having fun, just sitting here admiring the pretty trees with the prettiest girl in the world, you know?” he wiped your tears away, smiling a bit. “now stop crying. you know what else I bought at the store?”

“hm?”

“one of those cheap, disposable cameras. I wanted to commemorate this day,” he smiled wide. “because I wanted to have a picture of us the day I asked you to officially be my girlfriend.”

“wait, really?” your smile widened. “are you being serious, beom?”

“of course I am!! should I not have?” he asked with a pout.

“oh, jaebeom of course I will be!” you giggled before pulling him into you and kissing him fully on the lips. he tasted like cinnamon. you just realized it was your first kiss with him. he smiled against your lips.

“mmm, you taste sweet, baby,” he teased, pecking your lips once more. “now, lean in to me so I can take our picture.” you leaned in close to him, smiling at the camera as he placed a kiss to your cheek. your eyes were probably closed from happy embarrassment.

“when you develop those, will you make me a copy?”

“sure, baby. now cmon, let me buy you some mint chocolate ice cream.”

“uhhh..mint choco? no thanks baby, I’ll stick with pumpkin.”

your boyfriend (that had a nice ring to it, you thought to yourself) looked at you with a look of distaste. “ohhh...I retract my offer to be your boyfriend.”

“hey!!”

[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Late Night Confessions...With Father Jimin (Chapter Three)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝. 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝘼 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙣𝙪𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance, Smut, Forbidden Relationship

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Threesome!, impregnation kink, orgasm denial, oral (f & m receiving), Cum kink(?), Plot twist!, Sexy men alert, Fake Priest! Jimin, Fake Nun! Reader, step-sibling incest, sad Yoongi

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 3k+

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Jimin x Reader, Hoseok x Reader

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“So you’re actually a good guy?” Jimin grips your hand, as all the memories of you crying about how your step brother used to mistreat you came to mind. You hadn’t exactly painted him in the best light, and Hoseok knew this as well. He could tell from the trembling of the young Bishop’s hands as his grip around your fingers tightened, and he held you close to him almost lovingly. But Hoseok knew better than that, you weren’t the type to fall so easily. You hadn’t even fallen for Hoseok himself, and he was the biggest ladies’ man he knew. There is something special about the way you look at each other, and it makes his blood boil as he watches your small interactions. You used to be his bitch, after all. As derogatory as it was, you still belonged to him, physically. 

“I know you don’t trust me, but I am trying to be a good guy, just for her.” He whispers into Jimin’s ears, sending shivers down his spine. Jimin doesn’t trust him, but he can sense how you seem to have unwavering loyalty towards him. Even after hearing how Hoseok “converted” to the good side, and is helping track down his mafia boss father, he still doesn’t buy it.

“So, we were planning to have a bit of fun and thought you might want to join...since we had a pretty nice time last night.” You wink, hoping to lighten the mood so Jimin would still want to fuck you. You know how he thought of Hoseok, but you wanted to change that, just so he could see the type of person he was now. You do wonder if he’s the same in bed, though, but your heart is more faithful towards Jimin. You want him to be here with you, so he can hold you and whisper sweet nothings to you afterwards. 

“Are you sure? I thought you were uncomfortable with him.” You bite your lip, surprised that he was thinking of you. Sweet, caring Jiminie. Always selfless. Except he wasn’t. He wants you all to himself, but one night won’t hurt.

“Let’s settle this the old fashioned way. Who do you want, doll? Me or Jimin?” Your heat is throbbing as you rub your thighs together, staring at them both in turns.

“I want you both...please.” Your response comes out like a hushed whisper, only loud enough for you to hear.

“What was that, baby? You want us both to fuck you?” You mewl as Hoseok’s breath is shallow against your ears, and you close your eyes as he bites down and leaves a mark behind your ear.

“Jiminie…” You hold his hand, gripping it between your fingers as he looks at Hoseok with uncertainty.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes first. C’mon, Jimin.” Jimin obeys him, quietly undressing you, careful not to disturb any of the sleeping priests. Granted, they are on the other side of the hall, but he still likes to be cautious.

“This wet already? We’ve barely touched you.” He finds the words falling from his lips as he pulls your cream-colored lace panties down. His fingers settle in your hole, making you let out low moans as he rubs your g-spot with excellent precision.

“You’re so slow. I wonder, are you bored, doll?” Hoseok’s words ire Jimin, as he begins pumping his fingers with more force, the room filling up with wet, lewd noises as you get closer to your climax.

“Oh fuck, Jimin I’m gonna come, ohhh just like that.” You shut your eyes, trying to limit your moans as he adds his wet tongue in as well. The pink muscle darts in and out of your entrance, making your nipples stand tall and erect. Hoseok takes this time to strip himself and position himself behind you, rubbing your mounds between his fingers, and teasing your breasts.

“So pretty and pink, should I let her come for us, Hoseok?” He’s completely gone, in his place a crazy sex demon sits, between your legs.

“I don’t know, maybe. Do you deserve to come, baby?” He asks, his raspy voice sending you over the edge.

“Yes, I’ve been a good girl, please I need to come, shit!” Curses fall from your lips as Jimin’s lips move across your body, kissing and marking you all over with his teeth and tongue. You buck your hips, making him suck the pearl in even harder, your entire body giving up on holding back.

“So much for holding it in. We didn’t say you could cum, messy girl.” Hoseok’s voice rattles you, as you try to recover from the mind-blowing orgasm courtesy of Jimin.

“Maybe we oughta fuck some sense into her.” Jimin’s suggestions make your eyes roll back into your head, and Hoseok’s approving nod only worsens it. Your poor pussy.

“That sounds like a good idea, but I think she’d like that. We’re supposed to punish her.” Hoseok’s fingers trail down to your clit and you hiss as he four in at once, scooping out some cum to taste. He looks so erotic, licking your cum off his digits.

“I have an idea. Y/N, turn around.” You obey Jimin’s orders, turning around to come face to face with Hobi’s gigantic dick.

“Go on, suck it babe.” Jimin stops you from moving.

“Not like this, here, come here.” Before you know it, you’re warm. You’re being filled up, Hoseok fucking your throat as Jimin fucks you from the back. Your body is a bit sore from all the sex, but you feel fucking amazing. The endorphins are making your skin glow.

“You still take my cock so well, after all these years.” Considering you hadn’t slept with him in two or three years, it’s not forever ago. But you must agree, it’s been a long time since you’ve tasted him. And he tastes amazing.

“Ohhh and her pussy is the best, look how pretty it looks covered in my cum.” Jimin slightly traces your clit in circles with his thumb, slowing down in his thrusts as he repeats the motion again, just to show Hoseok the finished product.

“Oh by the end of the night she’s gonna be so full with our cum that she won’t be able to move.” Hoseok’s words strike a chord in you as you realize what he meant. He wants to fill you up, and you have no problem with that. But teenage Hoseok would be super against it. You aren’t even on Birth Control! And then you realize that Jimin is fucking you raw.

“Why so deep in thought, babe? Thought you liked this?” You frown as they switch positions, Hoseok preparing to slide into you as Jimin nudges you so you’re lying on your side.

“I do...just...what if I get pregnant?” 

“I gotchu.” Hoseok throws a bottle of pills on the little side table a little away from you.

“Even if you get pregnant, you know I’ll support you,” Jimin’s words make your heart flutter but then all your thoughts dissolve into nothing as Hoseok slides into your cavern, your walls clenching around him in a familiar manner. Your body takes him in with ease, the muscle memory reactivating. Jimin however, is not making you any less tense. You were expecting to see the same vanilla boy you witnessed the night prior, but he’s nowhere in sight, replaced by this rough, kinky version, whom you love to deepthroat. “Fuck, your mouth is so perfect, and your lips look fucking amazing wrapped around my cock. Take it baby, take it!” You moan around his dick, really for both of them as Hoseok’s pace catches up to Jimin’s and sure enough they are playing a game of push and pull.

“You’re so loose for me baby, so perfect.” Hoseok’s comment, followed by a slap to your ass cheek makes you blush bright red, and Jimin lets you breathe for just a second, allowing you to regroup before his dick bounces against the back of your throat and his cum shoots into your mouth and all around.

“Let me feel her hyung. I wanna fuck your cum into her, mix it with mine. Oh we are going to make the most beautiful Jimin-Hobi-Y/N babies ever.” You blush at his words, again not able to do anything more than moan as Jimin rolls his hips above yours and then fucks you into the mattress, the bed squeaking in protest from the force.

“I’m gonna come again, Jimin, Hobi-AHHHH!” You scream, as your cum mixes with his, and both the men take turns spitting and making sure it stays in. “Shit, were you trying to impregnate me?” You ask, barely able to stand up as they laugh into your thighs.

“Babe, how did you not realize it before? We’ve been working together this entire time.” Your eyes widen as Jimin reveals it to you.

“What?” You’re astounded.

“You see, the real bishop is alive but I had to get him out of the scene so I had him drink this stuff that nullifies your heartbeat for a few minutes, so that Father Yoongi would think he’s dead.” Hoseok explains.

“And then knowing Yoongi would make the choice, I stepped out and presented myself to him, ready to become the new Bishop.”

“After that, I purposefully had the nuns move you to the church.”

“Where I would be. It was never in our plan for me to fall in love with you, but I guess it just happened.” Jimin’s laugh sounds like a chorus of Angels.

“W-wait, what did you just say?”

“I would’ve been in the church when you arrived?”

“No, after that.” You sit up in the bed, ignoring the soreness in your muscles.

“It was never a plan for me to...fall in love with you?” His words make your heart flutter again.

“You love me?” 

“Aaaand it looks like that’s my cue to leave.” You shake your head.

“Sorry Hobi, but I think I feel the same way about him so we have to stop. Besides, we’re siblings, right?” He grins at you, not wanting to express the disappointment in his heart.

“Yeah. That’s fine. This was a one-time thing, anyways.” You close your eyes and lean in to kiss your lover as Hoseok closes the door to take a shower. Alone.

“Sorry for being rough. Or did you like it?” You nod, burying your face in his smooth, naked chest as he looks at you with love in his eyes. He really does love you.

Meanwhile, Hoseok is in the bathroom, ignoring the sounds coming from the two of you, concentrating more on his next moves as the son of a mafia boss. Once they catch your father, he’ll be set free. And where will the money go? It’s not like all of the money was his to begin with.

He hopes the cops will give him a generous reward that will make him able to move forth. He didn’t want to assume they would let him go, since he had committed a handful of crimes as well. He wishes he could turn back time, and do everything correctly from the start, including you.

He had always loved you, more than a sibling from the start. He never meant for things to get this far, but seeing you in the arms of another man made him a little angry. He was the one who hired the thief, since Jimin was a good friend of his for a while. He did not think the man would steal your heart in the process, though. Maybe this is karma, or the universe telling him he needs to move on and find someone more suitable for him. Someone who will accept him for all his flaws.

The next day Hoseok is ready to leave. You hug him goodbye, and Jimin does the same.

“Take care, Hobi.” He nods in your direction, happy that you could unwind for a bit and calm down without worrying about any outside threats.

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“What’s on your mind?” Jimin asks you one fine night after you’ve had some fun in the confession box.

“I’m just nervous about how things are gonna be after this entire thing is over. Like are we just gonna resume our normal lives like nothing ever happened and never see each other again?”

“Whoa, whoa, I wouldn’t go that far, but I will say you have a good point.” You wait for a speech or some sort of sweet suggestion to cheer you up. But it never comes.

“Is that it?” You ask, but he doesn’t budge. “I’m going to bed.” As you storm off, you catch sight of Father Yoongi lurking in the hallways. At this point, you don’t even care if he heard you having sex with Jimin. It’s become a regular occurance.

“I know what you’re going to say but before you say it I have a very good explanation.” Jimin thinks he’s been caught, but the Priest has known about the affair for months. He lets out a soft chuckle before starting, “Girls are a mystery. Ever since I was born I’d always wonder what it is about women that make them so different. As I got older I discovered one.) the obvious difference, and two.) their feelings,” Jimin doesn’t dare interrupt as the priest continues to speak. “Growing up, I wasn’t the most expressive person, but my wife sure was.”

“W-wife?” This catches his attention.

“Mmhmm. And a son. I had both. We were all so happy.” His eyes well up with tears, and Jimin grabs a handkerchief out of his pocket for the older male.

“What happened?” He asks in a slight whisper.

“They both died. There was a terrorist attack around the same area we were staying in and I had a business trip so I wasn’t there with them when it happened,” Jimin goes silent.

“We met when we were in middle school, who knew my first crush would be the love of my life?” He looks reminiscent, making Jimin’s features soften in turn.

“I became a priest after that, since God was the only one I could turn to. I could never move past that, after my entire family left me behind.” Jimin stays silent. He has no response. How do you respond to something like that?

“I love Y/N, with all my heart, and thinking about potentially never seeing her again...I can’t stand it.”

“Then don’t. Tell her how you feel. Tell her with your words, she can’t read your mind. Go to bed, it’s getting late.” Jimin nods, following the priest’s advice. At least now he understands why he looks so sad all the time.

The next day, Jimin steps into the kitchen to prepare a meal for you. He makes sure to hide all of the delectables from the others, as they would definitely steal. Priests and nuns weren’t supposed to love each other in a romantic way anyways, so he wouldn’t have been able to show everyone what he was doing for you.

Later that evening, away from everyone, he guides you to the garden to show you his work. A beautiful picnic blanket along with flowers and food. You feel so loved. Jimin sits down and explains how sorry he is to you, and that he didn’t realize the depth of his words. He explained his fears and hopes for the future, and how he wanted you to be there with him, wherever that was.

You give him a kiss on the cheek, happy that he told you what he was thinking. “I’m sorry for not expressing myself to you.” He pouts, making you laugh as you bring your lips down to meet his. You happily roll over to see that Yoongi, among all of the other priests and nuns are watching you both intently.

“Fuck.” You curse under your breath as they storm over to you. Everyone except Yoongi looks disappointed.

“I-I knew there was something going on here, but not this!” Father Jin crinkles his nose in disgust.

“This is crazy, who allowed this nonsense?” A nun who you can’t remember the name of sticks her tongue out in disgust.

“Father Yoongi is the only one who’s not surprised by this, care to explain-” He holds his hand up, making everyone pause. He steps in front of you and Jimin, turning to the clergy.

“They aren’t who you think they are. Bishop Francis is in danger so we have Jimin, and Sister Rosemary is in hiding. That will be all, thank you for your concern, but it’s not their jobs to be priests or nuns.” Everyone leaves, surprisingly, and Jimin is even more shocked that Yoongi defended him.

“Thank you.” He hugs the older priest and you look up at him, gratefully.

“I didn’t wanna keep lying to them. Thank you for telling them.” You bite your lip as Yoongi nods in your direction.

“It was about time. The cops have your father. Hoseok’s on his way to pick you up and drop off the bishop.” Yoongi’s revelation just makes you happier.

“Did you say ‘us’?” The priest nods and Jimin jumps up and down in joy, kissing you passionately before setting you down.

“He’s gonna let us stay together.” You smile resting your head on your beloved’s shoulder as the priest makes his way back into the building.

“So, you aren’t a real nun, huh?” Sister Anne asks.

“Nope.” You smile, folding your clothes and humming to yourself.

“Did you ever tell the truth?” Asks Sister Levy.

“She probably lied about everything.” Sister Jen tsks. You sigh, turning to the three nuns, ashamed.

“Actually, I was telling the truth about my stepbrother. I actually did-” They respond by glaring at you. 

“Sister, c’mon, Hobi’s here.” You make your way to the door, bouncing on the balls of your feet as everyone follows you and Jimin to see who your brother is.

“Guess what.” Hoseok wiggles his eyebrows at you as you kiss his cheek.

“What?”

“The cops were so proud of me that they gave me a $5,000 check. Dad’s money all got transferred to me, and I’m basically a super-rich jobless guy now.” He says.

“You’re gonna give us some money, right?” You ask, clutching Jimin’s hand.

“Better yet; I’m gonna fund your entire wedding and honeymoon, at full-price.” Yours and Jimin’s mouths fall open.

“M-Marriage?! But we aren’t even-”

“When you decide, don’t worry, take your time.” He winks, pulling open the van door.

“‘Ello, was this the sister you wanted me to meet?” A pretty brunette with a cute Australian accent greets you in the car.

“Yep. Amy, meet my sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is my girlfriend. I met her when I was trying to track dad down. She’s working with the CIA and she was doing a top-secret mission when I ran into her and she knocked out two of her teeth on my forehead.”

“Awww, so romantic.” You gush.

“Not anymore, though, look at them now, good as new.” You like her, you can tell she’s a keeper.

“I can see that. So, where are we headed to?” You ask your brother.

“Anywhere but here.”