#glow in the dark is so cool omg

[driftingthruspace]

HE CAME!!!!!!!!

;)

@directdogman

[bloodibambiidoll]

omg omg i need weird!reader and rafe walking around the woods and reader getting horny so rafe fucks her real good kdjwoqywlsbqks i cant

A million times yes. This is so them I’m obsessed. Thank you for this idea nonnie! Fucking outside, choking, rough unprotected sex, bondage, lil bit of breeding kink, spanking(with a belt), and a lil bit of fluff at the end, as a treat. A lil over 2k words. 18+MDNI!!

It was an average Saturday afternoon for you and Rafe. You drug him out to some random ass spot in the woods for one of your impromptu photo shoots and also “to look for cool rocks” in your own words. Rafe used to act semi annoyed that you turned him into a trained Instagram boyfriend but at this point he’s happy to do it. He loves watching you get dressed in your pretty little outfits and how you always have a vision down to the scenery. He adores your creativity.

After he had snapped probably over a hundred photos of you the two of you slowly made your way back to the car. You weren’t in any hurry. It was a beautiful day as the sun started to set into dusk, the glowing golden light shining through the branches of the trees as a perfect temperature breeze blew through your hair. You look at your boyfriend with heart eyes as he treks through the crunchy foliage with his hand in yours. His white tee is taunt around his shoulders and it’s just short enough that everytime he lifts his arms just right it reveals a sliver of his waist. The dark washed jeans he’s wearing are hugging his ass just right and there was just something about him in a SnapBack that made you feel especially feral. It didn’t hurt that he did all of this just for you, who could blame you if you wanted him to fuck you into the dirty forest floor.

“Heeeeyyy, Raafeee.” You call out to him in a sing song tone that causes him to let out a sigh because you only use that tone when you want something or you’re about to ask him some outlandish shit.

“What is it, princess?” His steps come to a halt and he turns his large frame towards you as he gives you a skeptical look.

“Do you wanna fuck?” You look up at him with a devilish smirk that completely contradicts how much of an angel you look like right now. The sun is shining through the trees down onto you like a spotlight in that pretty little white dress and sometimes he truly can’t believe you’re real.

“Right now?” Rafe chuckles as he returns your smirk with one of his own.

“Yeah, right fuckin’ now, baby. I want you to fuck me into the dirt.” Your voice is saccharine as you close the distance between you and lace your fingers in the soft cotton material of his shirt.

“God, I fuckin’ love you, you know that?” The corner of Rafe’s lips quirk into a smirk and his hands snake around you to grab onto your ass through the thin material of your dress.

“Yeah? You’re pretty alright too, I guess.” You giggle and lean towards him so your bodies are flush against each other as you look up at him through your lashes.

“Good. Because I’m about to fuck you into the ground like a dirty little whore.” Rafe starts to walk you until your back is pressed against a nearby tree before wrapping his hand around your throat and using his grip to connect your lips in a messy, wet kiss. Rafe grabs onto your hips and flips you so you're facing the tree. He grips onto your wrists so he can guide your hands to rest against the rough bark as his knee pushes your legs open at the same time. His palms run down your arms to your lower back where he pushes until you’re arched enough for his liking.

“Oh, look at you. You look so pretty in this dress baby. Like a fuckin’ Angel or some shit.” He runs his hands over your asscheeks before grabbing onto them roughly squeezing and jiggling your plush skin. “Too bad I’m gonna get you all dirty…”

He roughly pushes your dress up before cracking his hands down on both sides of your ass.

“Oh fuuuck.” You whine and moan as he spanks you again and again.

“Get this shit outta my fuckin’ way.” His fingers loop through the holes in your white fishnets before tearing them at the crotch and not stopping until your entire ass was exposed to him. He groans at the sight before him. The tights are ripped so they’re practically framing your ass like a piece of fucking art. You’re so wet the inside of your thighs are glistening and that tiny white thong was practically being swallowed by your creamy pussy.

“Goddamn, my perfect fuckin’ slut. So wet for me and I haven’t even touched your desperate little cunt yet.” You hear the sound of his belt buckle clanking and your pussy clenches in anticipation at what’s to come.

“You gonna spank me with your belt daddy?” Rafe can hear the smirk in your voice as you wiggle your ass and arch your back further. He swears if he had a ring he might propose to you right now.

“Yeah. You’re getting ten. Count.” You hear the whoos of the expensive leather gliding through the air before it lands a harsh smack on your ass.

“Oh fuck! One.” He glides the smooth leather across your skin before giving you another, harsher smack. “Two!”

“Now, say ‘thank you daddy’.” Two more blows come down on either side of your ass and it has you jolting forward causing the rugged bark of the tree to dig into your soft palms.

“Three. Four! Thank you daddy!” Five, six, and seven are the hardest yet but you count them all, thanking him after each one.

“So good for me, princess. Look so fuckin’ sexy right now. Two more. Count em’.” Rafe slides the belt between your legs, bringing it up to smack against your wet, barely clothed cunt.

“Fuck - oh my god - Nine.” He hits your pussy again and you feel like your legs are going to buckle from the mix of pain and pleasure your boyfriend is dealing you. “Ten!”

“Good fuckin’ girl, think you earned a reward, huh?” Rafe pushes your panties to the side and shoves two fingers knuckle deep inside you all in one motion. You don’t even have time to think before he’s thrusting them in and out of you at a brutal pace. “Gimme one, cum all over my fingers and then I’ll pound this tight little pussy till you cry.”

Rafe curves his fingers and pushes his thumb against your clit and that’s all it takes to have you gushing around his thick digits. “Yeah, that’s fuckin’ it, fuckin’ cum for me.”

He doesn’t stop until he feels your walls stop pulsing around him and your knees start to buckle. He pulls your back against his front and shoves his slick covered fingers past your lips. You take them in, greedily sucking your own taste from his skin.

“Please fuck me.” You whine and push your ass back against his clothed cock. He pulls his fingers from your mouth so he can push the straps of your dress down causing it to pool around your feet. You’re bare before him aside from what’s left of your tights and the black platform boots on your feet.

“Get on your knees. Hands behind your back.” You oblige him, lowering yourself down onto the fallen leaves and dirt below you. Rafe kneels down behind you with his belt in hand and wraps it around your wrists so you’re bound before him. “My perfect little toy. My pretty little doll tied up all pretty for me.”

He grabs onto one of your tits roughly pinching your nipple between two of his fingers while the other grips onto your jaw. His hard cock presses against your ass and god you want him so bad. He presses wet, open mouthed kisses on the column of your throat before licking a stripe along it.

“Tell me. Tell me you’re my pretty little toy to use.” The hand not on your jaw starts to make work of his button and zipper, pulling his thick cock from his pants. He thrusts forward so it slides perfectly between your thighs, his hard shaft rubbing perfectly between your pussy lips.

“I’m your toy, daddy. Just a hole for you. Please fuck me.” You whine and wiggle your hips, rubbing your messy cunt on his cock, desperate for any friction.

“I love it when you’re desperate and pathetic.” You can hear the smirk in Rafe’s voice as his large hand splays across your upper back and pushes you down until your cheek is against the ground and your ass is in the air. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

He lines himself up with your entrance and slams into you to the hilt. He immediately finds your sweet spot as he plunges his cock deep inside of you at a brutal pace. He grips onto the belt restraining your hands, using it to pull you back harder onto his cock with each thrust.

“Yeah daddy, fucking use me.” Rafe practically growls at your words as his free hand comes down to press your cheek further into the mud. It's so messy and primal. The way he’s fucking you like a bitch in heat while the ground below you dirties your skin and your milk white tights. Your expensive calf high boots are surely covered as well but you can’t bring yourself to care when this just might be the hottest sex you’ve ever had. Rafe uses his grip on the belt to pull you up so your back is flush against him, forcing him even deeper than ever as he continues to impale you with his thick cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ nasty, I fuckin’ love you.” Rafe grips onto your throat and it has your pussy pulsing around him as you cum undone on his dick. “Fuck, that’s right, cum on my cock, my perfect little whore.”

“Fuck, I love you daddy, I love you, I love you.” You’re babbling, drunk off his cock as drool starts to drip down your chin and onto Rafe’s digits. “Want your cum. Fuck me full, want it so bad.”

“Oh fuuuuck. Yeah - fuck yeah baby, gonna breed this cunt, don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna give you his cum.” You feel his cock slip from inside you and before you can question what he’s doing he’s unlooping your hands and flipping you onto your back. His dick slides back into you with ease, you lock your legs around his hips, using your boot covered feet to push him even deeper. His hands come down on either side of your head as he resumes fucking you vigorously.

“Takin’ me so well, princess, my dirty fuckin’ girl.” Rafe leans down so he can connect your lips in a filthy kiss as his plush lips practically swallow you whole. “Oh - fuck - I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.”

His hips slam against yours over and over before he tenses above you as he paints your walls. The feeling sends you over the edge with him as you milk his cock for all it’s worth.

“Goddamn.” Rafe chuckles as he pushes himself up so he can look down at you. Your hair is a disaster of leaves and tangles, there’s dirt smudged on your cheeks and across your chest but god do you still look like an angel. “You’re perfect, ya know that?”

“Mmm, you’re pretty perfect too.” You giggle and pull him down into a much more tender kiss. He obliges you for a few moments before pulling away.

“Aight, let’s get off this dirty ass ground and get you home, yeah? Get you in a bath and shit.” He pushes himself up and tucks his cock back into his pants before leaning down to hook his hands under your arms and man handle you to your feet. He grabs your dress from the ground and pulls it over your head before trying to get a few of the leaves out of your hair.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect. I love you, Rafe.” You smile at him like he’s your whole world and he feels his heart warm. He’s been wanting to marry you more and more lately.

“Got me all fuckin’ soft.” Rafe scoffs and rolls his eyes as he takes your hand in his and leads you back to the car.

All Things Rafe & His Weird!Girl Here

Tagging some moots: @sturnioloshacker @bimbotrashcan @babygorewhore @starkeysprincess

[st4rymoon]

can you please do a smut where steven finds out the reader has a hand kink and it leads them to being intimate and he holds her neck while they were fuckin and he teases her when eyes roll or her moans getting louder because of his hands

if not ignore 😞❗️

LOVE THIS OMG… I was giggling and biting my nails as I wrote this 😝 I had to add a little Jake at the end I’m sorry </3

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐲 ₊˚⊹♡

𝘗𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 - @moonyflesh

𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘋𝘰𝘮 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘹 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵: Steven notices your interest in his hands so he tries to play it cool and work you up but fails :(

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Unprotected sex, lots of teasing, Steven being a tease but he doesn’t last very long :(, reader has a hand kink, p in v, language, dry humping!, creampie!, bruising, choking, Steven underestimates his strength and feels guilty about how rough he was being but you love it <333, Ft. small appearance from Jake

Steven wasn’t oblivious to the reactions you gave. It became a pattern he noticed whenever he cracked his knuckles or ran a hand down your legs, bare or not.

At first he believed he was over exaggerating things when you went silent everytime he patted your thigh. He’d watch your body tense and eyes quickly drift over his hands. He worried he was making you uncomfortable with his touch but soon came to notice you reacted just the same whenever he’d stretch or fix his long sleeves.

He put his theories to test with his sudden love of watches, folded shirt cuffs, and gold rings. And boy did he get a reaction.

The first instance he wore a black watch and a dark gray button up, you were practically pawing at him for attention. He had you in his lap within seconds, grinding you onto his lap with his hands roaming your soft skin “what’s got you so vocal love? So loud and we’re both fully clothed” he teased as he nibbled up your jaw.

He instinctively moved his hand up to your throat, rewarding him with a blissful moan from your pretty lips. Steven watched hypnotized as your eyes rolled back, your throat vibrating against his palm while your hips dragged onto his. He cockily smiled as he buried himself into the crook of your neck now discovering your dirty little secret.

“I gotta wake up early tomorrow love, we’ll continue this later” he strained, it took all his might to not give in when he saw your eyes go watery. “What?” you sadly replied “We’ll continue this later” he nodded as he lifted you off his lap and left you on the couch. You sat there dumbfounded and left with your panties a complete mess.

Steven felt guilty as you sat there with a pout on your lips but didn’t give into your pleads. But just as when Steven felt like he had the upper hand, it crumbled right in front of him.

He’d just got out of the shower to see you in nothing but a baggy tee, the angle of your leg hiked up exposing your pretty cunt.

He inhaled sharply as you squirmed in bed, your legs softly glowing as he studied your figure. “How convenient huh?” he chuckled as he plotted beside you. “Goodnight steven” you mumbled with a smile on your face, hidden from steven as you pressed your face into the pillow. His eyes roamed your body, hand instinctively running down your ass and giving it a nice smack.

You giggled as he teasingly lifted your tee up, exposing your naked lower half “I thought you said you were tired” you teased “I was but not anymore” steven groaned as he climbed between your legs and made himself comfortable. “You know exactly how to get what you want don't you darling?” he smiled before shifting himself up and pressing a soft kiss onto your lips.

You hummed in acknowledgement as he began to rock his clothed bulge softly into you, the once strong and composed Steven now wrapped around your finger. His hands ran up your tummy while he peppered kisses down your neck, quiet praises escaping his lips.

He chuckled at your pleads and shaky moans begging for him to just fuck you already, how was steven supposed to say no to his pretty girl?

“You sure are bloody needy when I leave you hot and bothered” Steven cooed as he felt your hands wrap around his wrist. He followed your eyes as they stopped at your upper tummy, right where his hands were tightly squeezing. You weren’t aware of his eyes when you lost yourself in your thoughts.

His big veiny hands flexed and mouth watering had you instantly squirming under him. Steven played into your newly discovered obsession and began to rub small circles onto your skin with his thumb ���it seems like you find something interesting” he cooed, your eyes moving to his as he smiled down at you.

You shook your head, ignoring his response and pulling him in for a kiss. Both of you moaning as your hand ran down his abdomen and dragged his boxer down his thighs “Don’t tease anymore, please?” you sighed as he wrapped your legs around his hips.

“Promise” he pouted in a mocking tone, his tip rubbing between your folds and coating him in your pearly slick. A depraved moan leaves both of you as he thrusted into your warm cunt as he rapidly increases his thrust.

The sound of skin slapping and moans filled the room as his hands snaked up your body, sensually tracing every inch and curve as he fucked into you with all his pent up frustration and need.

“What’s it about my hands that has you so dumb love? You like imagining them around your neck?” he cooed. Your eyes widened at his words, your cunt pulsing around him as he wrapped a hand around your throat.

The moan that slipped past your lips was pornographic, down right sinful as you processed his heavy hand wrapped around your throat. Steven let out a filthy moan as he felt your throat flexing under his palm, your moans vibrating on his hand while your eyes rolled back in bliss.

“That’s what you needed, didn't you love? Yeahhh look at you darling” He condescendingly purred. Your shirt was rolled up right above your chest, just enough for Steven to watch the way your tits bounced with every heavy thrust.

He truly didn’t know where to look, he wished he could focus on all of you at once. You were clawing at his biceps as he had one hand spreading your leg apart and the other pinning you down by your neck.

All you could do was dumbly stare up at him and take everything he was given you. It was so overwhelming having steven stuffed inside your cunt, hips rolling against your clit, and his heavy hand squeezing at your throat. An obscene moan spilling from your lips as he pulled his hips back just to pound into you again. You went slack under him as you came with a blissful moan of Steven's name spilling past your lips.

Steven let out a perverted moan as he came inside your messy cunt. His eyes watching your pretty face stained in tears as he took in the sight of your fucked out complextion and hand around your throat.

“A- oh m- bloody hell” he gasped as both of you came down from your highs.

A guilty feeling filled steven as he pulled his hand away from your neck, noticing the slight imprint of his hand and the prominent crescent shaped indents of his nails on your throat “I- I’m so sorry honey oh m- bullocks” steven gasped as he pulled out gently and fixed you up to get a better look. His hands gently holding your jaw up as his eyes filled with concern.

Shame coursed through him as the realization of how rough he was hit him. Your hands wrapped around his wrist “steven it’s ok don’t worry” you softly spoke. “OK? How is it ok I shoul-'' you stopped his concerned ramblings with a soft kiss on his lips “I don’t mind it Steven, I really don’t. I loved it and you know if I didn’t I would’ve said the code word” you reassured.

“But we don’t have to do the whole choking thing if you don’t want to steven” you nodded as you noticed the worry in his eyes “It isn’t that I didn’t like it, hell I loved it, but I- I should’ve realized how hard I was gripping” You listened as steven went on about his concerns.

You listened and realized you truly loved him. It was cute how concerned he was for your well being. Steven managed to calm his nerves as you reassured him you were ok, a smile forming on his lips as you called it his “marking of territory”

He scoffed as he got up to get you some water and noticed Jake’s reflection coming into view from the mirror on his wall “I guess she doesn't have to hide those handprints on her ass anymore” Jake sighed with his arms crossed.

“WHAT?”

[sexilene]

omg lene you should do something about a 80's slashers au with rafe and the boys that would be soooo cool!! ❤️❤️

!!! omigod yesss i'm gonna start with 80's slasher!rafe if feel like he'd be a creepy little stalkerrr, def season 2 rafe 💞

𐦍༘₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - non con, violence, stalking, spanking, slight breeding kink, knife play, dark!rafe - ₊˚⊹

you sat in the comfort of your bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, finishing up some homework while talking with a girlfriend of yours on the phone. you reach your hand out to your nightstand to grab the nail file when the sound of the door closing causes you to freeze, being left home alone, your heart starts to race, and you hang up the phone and walk up to your door. you pull down your pretty little white nightgown so it covers your ass as you press your ear to the door to make sure it was just your parents.

all you hear is silence so you shrug and convince yourself it was just your mind playing tricks on you, then the phone starts to ring again, thinking it was just your friend calling you back, and you pick up the phone. 

"hello?" you speak with your voice lowered.

"hey babyface" you stop moving when you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"who's calling?" you try to sound assertive but end up sounding like a scared puppy. 

"i've been uh- watching you for a long time, an' i figured i should introduce myself," he says, his voice all gravely. you grip on the handle of the phone and reach an arm over to close your curtains quickly.

"stop that! it's not funny, whoever this is leave me alone." you almost whine. 

"nah can't do that baby, you looked too pretty in that nightgown...you wearin' panties underneath?" he continues. 

"i'm gonna call my boyfriend an-and he'll find out who you are and beat you up!" you stutter.

"you're not gonna do that, cuz uh- i'm in the house, and if you hang up-"

"i'll call the police!" you cut him off.

"i need you to listen to me, if you don't wanna die, you need to walk down to the living room slowly- you try to run and i'll catch you. if you don't come down, i'll go up n'get you." he then hangs up, your chest heaving as tears start to form in your eyes, you think about climbing out the window but it is on the second floor and the man might catch you and kill you! you decide to grab a chair to put against the door to keep him coming in but it's too late, as you take one step backward trying to drag the chair you feel the blade of a knife press against your neck. you gasp, ready to scream.

"shshshsh, behave." the man shushes you, pressing himself behind you, god he must be tall. "told you to listen" he coos condescendingly. 

"please, please don't..." you sob. 

"hey, hey! shut up- listen to me alright?" he raises his voice causing you to shut your eyes and nod slowly in fear, tears spill down your face. "good girl. want you to lay down on your bed and stay there, don't move, scream, talk or do anything 'less i tell you." you nod again slowly and he removes the knife from your neck, you do as you are told and lay down on your bed, silently sobbing. 

you look at the man, face now lit up by the soft light of your nightstand lamp, you watch him come closer and wipe some of the sweat forming on his forehead under his messy hair with the back of his hand that's holding the knife. he grins, getting up on your bed and tossing the knife next to him as he pins you down. 

"r-rafe?..." you whisper, now realizing who it is.

"yeah! yeah baby it's me..." he continues to grin. 

"get off! please rafe, i don't wanna do this with you!" you whine and start to squirm a little bit.

"you don't really have a choice." he mumbles as he runs his rough hands up and down your thighs, stopping to grab the hem of your lace panties. "you wear this for me?" he says pulling them down as you really start to cry, trying to get him off of you by pushing at his shoulders but he's too strong.

"i have a- my boyfriend-" you start but then he looks back into your eyes and smiles again. "nah, you don't, i got rid of 'im... cut him up, he's in the trunk of my truck. wanna see?" he asks, his eyes following yours, bringing his hand up to wipe your tears away lovingly. 

"why!? why are you doing this!" you sob and try and move your face away from his touch. "i love you, i love you so much and you never talked to me or...looked at me and i need you to love me too…say it…" he demands. you shake your head no and try and push him off, pissed, rafe manhandles you. he flips you onto your stomach and lifts you up by your waist so your face is smushed against the messy sheets, ass in the air. "you fucking brat." he spits out.

he yanks your panties down and smacks your ass with his large hand, holding your wrists in the other. he forcefully spreads your legs and places a hard slap on your poor wet little cunt.

you let out a yelp as he "soothes" your throbbing pussy by rubbing your clit with the rough pads of three fingers. "are you a virgin princess?" he whispers, pressing a gross, sloppy kiss to your cheek. you whine out and try to move your face away. "what? you don't like my kisses?" he leans in again to give you a few more of those wet kisses, making taunting kissy sounds that make you scrunch up your face and mewl.

"gonna make you feel reeeally good baby, gonna make this little pussy cream all over me, yeah?" he rambles, grabbing the knife with his free hand, bringing it back to your neck. "please rafe, i've never- "

"you waited for me? huh? princess saved herself for me." you can hear his smile, he's almost relieved that he will be your first and last. he pulls himself out of his boxers and starts to line himself up. "i would'a stretched you out a bit first but this cunt is a dripping mess already so."

you scream as you feel his fat tip press against your entrance. "shhhhshh, s'just the tip." he murmurs, easing himself in slowly until he's stretching you as you've never felt, his tip kisses your cervix. "ow! it's too big, too much, too big..." you ramble, squeezing down on his cock unable to really move due to the knife.

"n'you are so tight, fuck, this is where you should'a always been..taking me like this babydoll." he grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust causing you to whine and to try and pull your hands away from his grip.

"keep cryin', it's only making me harder princess," he grunts, tears continue to stream down your face. he pounds into you now hard and fast, you wish you could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he starts to hit that sweet spot.

"stop it! rafeeee" you whine, he shushes you by tossing the knife on the bed again and covering your mouth with his hand as he continues his assault on your cunt. "i should cum in you, knock you up so you won't ever be able to leave me." he breathes out, he lets go of your face and wraps that hand around your neck to bring you up to kiss your neck. "no! no no please pull out! please rafe!" you cry.

he lets go of your neck and throws you back down you your face hits the mattress again, he lets go of your wrists so you are now gripping your sheets. "you know that's the knife i used to stab your boyfriend? he begged like a little bitch. he didn't deserve you." he reaches a hand around to grab your pussy and pull you closer to him, then rubbing your throbbing clit.

"m'na cummm" you mewl, body giving into how he's touching you so roughly yet gently.

"i know baby, give it to me, all over my cock c'mon" he encourages with that tone, and feeling him so deep in you and hitting that spot your body goes numb. shutting your eyes tightly as hot white explodes in you making you feel like you are on a roller-coaster.

he grips your waist and with the other hand, he's lovingly brushing back your messy baby hairs due to your sweaty forehead. "atta girl, thereee, see? i knew you could be good for me." he thrusts once more hard and deep, shooting his thick hot load all up in you causing you to whine at the feeling and making him groan.

he pulls out of you, sticking his two fingers into your pussy to push his cum back in, then leaning in to bite your ass. you let out a little scream, he flips you on your back and grabs the knife, gripping your thigh he brings the knife over to carve a little RC into the meat of your thigh. you try not to thrash around but you do let out another little scream at the pain.

"yer' all mine now kid." he smiles, exhaustion taking over as you let out shaky breaths and let him lean in to press icky kiss to your lips. ᥫ᭡

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 28 - Yandere!Trickster!Hongjoong + Body Worship & Somnophilia

Anonymous Said: For Kinktober; Trickster Hongjoong with body praising and/or somnophilia ? I can't wait to see all the stories of october hehe 👀 have a nice day 🔅 A/n: Trickster!Hongjoong will always hold a special place in my heart. It just suits him so well omg, and as much as I tried not to make him yandere, you can definitely see some (a lot of) yandere tendencies coming through... I mean, it's trickster!joong we're talking about here. I can't not make him at least a little yandere... Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Possession, Monster Features, Lowkey Highkey Yandere Word Count: 2,811 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

The first few rays of the morning sun filter in through the windows, casting a warm glow around the room. Hongjoong props himself up behind you, head resting in his hand as he admires you laying before him. His fingers lightly trace over your arm, eyes studying every inch of your exposed skin.

For a brief moment, his gaze flashes a deep yellow. A pleased smile pulls at his lips, inhaling the scents of the room deeply. He can still smell his scent all over you, and yours all over him. Despite the thin blanket covering most of your body from sight, the memories from last night of your pure form swirl unforgivingly inside of his head.

Exhaling a light sigh through his nose, his lashes flutter in bliss. Leaning into you, Hongjoong rests his forehead against the back of your head, inhaling your scent eagerly. His whole body shudders, the fingers he had been using to trace over your arm slipping beneath the sheets and pushing them downwards.

Every inch of your skin that he exposes to the cool morning air, he admires. Greedily, his gaze trails over every dip and curve, hand soon returning to your body to trace over your side.

His eyes flash open, meeting his own dark gaze in the wide mirror across from the bed. From this angle, Hongjoong can see everything, and he has to stop himself from immediately waking you to observe the glorious sight that is your body, bare and exposed, before you.

Shifting slightly, he nuzzles his face affectionately into the side of your neck. Tender kisses are placed upon your skin, trailing down your shoulder as his hand rests on your hip. His thumb gently strokes over you in circles, inching himself closer so that his chest is pressed right up against your back.

A pleased hum escapes his throat.

Sliding his touch forwards, Hongjoong splays his hand over your stomach. An appreciative squeeze is given to your flesh, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches the path his fingers trace over your skin in the reflection of the mirror.

Carefully, he slips his opposite arm beneath you, wrapping you fully in his embrace and pulling you in closer. Luckily, you remain asleep for the time being, seemingly nuzzling happily into his embrace as you rest in his arms.

His touch is soft and slow, juxtaposed to the harsh and needy grip he had on your body last night. Now that he’s finally claimed you as his own, he doesn’t need to rush. He feels no need to. Right now, you both have all the time in the world. Hongjoong will always make sure of it. Yet, like always when it comes to you, he only wants more.

His lips continue to press tender kisses to your skin, nibbling lightly at your shoulder as the arm he had wrapped around your body shifts to cup your one breast in his hand. His fingers eagerly squeeze the flesh, a pleased hum escaping him. The feeling of you beneath his touch is unlike anything he’s ever experienced, and Hongjoong will kill to ensure that he always gets to indulge in his favourite pastimes. Pastimes that will only ever involve you.

Sucking lightly on your pulse, Hongjoong begins to roll your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Gently, he gives the pert bud a playful squeeze, moaning softly at the feel of you against his hands.

His hips lightly grind into your ass, pressing you in even closer against his chest.

The hand he has on your stomach slips lower, fingers dancing across the skin of your thighs. Slowly, carefully, his fingers dig into your flesh as he parts your legs, opening you up for him to fully admire.

Sliding his fingers back down your thigh, Hongjoong settles his touch over your bare cunt. The sight of his hand cupping you so tenderly over your mound, combined with the way you begin to arch into his touch while still unconscious makes his head spin. His cock twitches against your ass, pressing himself firmly against you as he drags a finger lightly through your folds.

A low moan escapes him, yellow eyes flashing in the mirror as he feels how wet you are. His gaze is hooded, arms tightening their hold over you as he parts your folds using two of his fingers. The way he can see your essence glistening in the morning sun has a pleased rumble shaking his chest.

Slowly, you begin to stir.

Slipping his fingers through your folds once more, Hongjoong takes his time teasing at your clit. Each drag of his touch spreads your juices over your cunt, making each movement against you that much easier. Your scent is driving him insane, and the fact that he can feel your cunt pulse against him has his hips jerking against your ass.

Finally, he brings his fingers up to properly circle over your clit.

A low, pleased hum escapes you, along with a sharp inhale. Your body arches in his hold, stretching lightly as you blink your eyes open and attempt to clear the sleep from them. Almost instantly, your gaze catches your image in the mirror, body fully on display as Hongjoong’s intense stare drinks in every inch of your exposed skin.

Dark eyes lock onto your own, and a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. Purposely, he pinches at your nipple, the fingers of his opposite hand slipping back down to your entrance. Without wasting another moment, he slides two deep inside of you.

The gasp you let out is music to his ears.

“Mornin’, Honey Bee,” His voice drawls out, low and sultry. “I would have waited, but you know I can never help myself with you. You’re just too damn sexy.”

A sharp nip is given to your ear, fangs teasing at your skin. The chuckle he lets out as you jolt slightly in his arms reverberates against your back, his nose soon tracing a line up your neck.

Languidly, he thrusts his fingers into you, massaging the tips against your inner walls. His thumb finds your clit, humming lowly as you gasp again in response.

“Feel good, Baby?” He coos, placing wet, open mouthed kisses against your pulse.

A moan slipping passed your lips has his own quirking upwards in the corners. His chest shakes with another pleased chuckle, shifting his one hand to your opposite breast to give it the same attention.

“See how beautiful you are?” He shifts forward, leaning over you slightly and pressing his cheek right up against your own. “Look how gorgeous you look with my fingers buried in your precious cunt.”

Turning his head, he places a tender kiss to your cheek.

Another moan escapes you, ending on a slight whine as his fingers find that sensitive spot inside of you. Your one thigh twitches, hips jerking against his hand as he smirks against your skin. Almost immediately, he increases the pressure of his thumb over your clit, fingers working at that special spot deep within you.

“Fuck- Hongjoong-” Lightly, you toss your head back, eyes fluttering in bliss. Your one hand slips upwards, tangling your fingers in his hair as you hold him to you. Eagerly, you place your opposite hand over his own on your breast, pressing his touch firmer against yourself and making him squeeze the flesh.

“My needy girl,” Hongjoong chuckles, grinding his hard cock against your ass. “Not even awake for five minutes and you’re already begging for me to make you come.”

“That’s cause you fuck me so well, Baby,” You coo, turning your head to gaze upon him with hooded eyes.

However, the moment those words leave your lips, Hongjoong pauses all movements over you. His body seems to tense, not even his chest rising and falling with breath. The way he turns to you, pressing his forehead against your own with such an intense look shining in his yellow eyes has your breath catching in your throat.

You swallow.

“I don’t ‘fuck' you, Honey Bee. I will never ‘fuck’ you.” His voice is low, a sort of tenderness that only you can evoke from him suddenly underlying every word. “I will only ever make love to you, for it is no less than you deserve. Every touch, no matter how rough or intense we get, is filled with nothing but my undying love and devotion for you. You will never be ‘just a fuck’ to me. You will always be mine. My Everything.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his tender words, clenching involuntarily around his fingers. Your heart flutters inside of your chest, eyes softening as you gaze up at him so lovingly. Another moan nearly parts your lips as he slips his fingers from your cunt, opting instead to hold onto you with both hands.

Carefully, you reach up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing tenderly against his skin. Taking a soft breath in, your lips tug upwards in a smile. “Make love to me, then, My Darling. I’m all yours.”

A wicked grin stretches across his features, eyes darkening as you find yourself suddenly on your back, pinned beneath him.

“With pleasure.”

The head of his cock teases at your folds, his sharp eyes still locked onto your own. Slowly, he begins pushing his hips forward, letting his cock slip against your cunt and coating himself in your juices. The tip bumps against your clit a few times, causing your breath to stutter as little jolts of pleasure flood your veins.

Wrapping your hands around his back, your nails bite into his skin. You attempt to pull him in closer to you, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he chuckles at your feeble actions, continuing to tease your cunt by dragging his cock through your folds.

“If I’d have known you’d get this desperate, I would have done this ages ago.” Tilting his head forward, he bumps his nose with your own.

“It’s not my fault I have an extremely sexy deity hovering over me right now.” You counter, brow quirking slightly. “You can’t blame me for wanting your cock buried deep inside of me instead of just teasing at my cunt.”

A low growl echoes around the room, and suddenly, Hongjoong buries himself deep within your cunt. The intrusion makes you gasp, hips jerking against his own as your nails scratch down his back.

Hongjoong’s eyes fall shut, a low groan escaping him. His cock twitches, the glorious sensation of your velvet walls wrapped around him taking his breath away. How he always seems to fit so perfectly within you only serves to make his chest swell with pride, nothing but a profound loving desire flooding his very being.

“Feel good, Baby?” You repeat his words from earlier, a teasing quirk to your lips.

“Like fucking paradise, Honey Bee.” He growls out, eyes flashing open to meet your own. “Taking me so well every fucking time… Like you were made for me.”

A content hum escapes you, one of your hands coming up to begin threading your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. 

“Maybe I was.” Keeping your tone low, you dart your tongue out over your lips. “Or maybe you were made for me.”

A snarl of agreement tears from his throat, hands tightening over your body. “Fuck- I love you.”

Without wasting another moment, Hongjoong begins a brutal pace. His hips snap into your own, eyes locked solely on yours as he holds you close. His teeth are bared in a snarl, fangs glinting beneath the light of the morning sun as his claws suddenly prick into the skin of your hips.

The unexpected intensity of his movements has your lips parting, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You arch into his touch, tightening your arms around him as your nails claw at his back. Nothing but high pitched whines escape you, along with whimpers of his name. A moment later, and you’re wrapping your legs around his waist, needing to feel all of him against all of you.

“Fucking glorious,” He rasps out, voice gravelly and almost demonic. “Could spend the rest of time buried in this tight little cunt. So fucking warm and soft… All just for me.”

You keen into him, a desperate cry of his name falling from your lips. The moment he slips his hand between your bodies, thumb finding your clit, you shudder.

“Can’t wait to fill you with my endless love today, and the next, and the next…” Burying his face into the side of your neck, he nips at your pulse. “Never gonna let you forget who you belong to, and who belongs to you.”

“Hongjoong-“ A choked gasp of his name escapes you, devolving into a moan as the head of his cock hits that special spot deep within you.

Adjusting his hips slightly, Hongjoong ensures to hit that spot every time he buries himself inside of you. His thumb presses against your clit, desperately drawing circles over that sensitive little bud and practically demanding you fall apart for him.

“Gonna spend all morning making love to My Honey Bee,” A particularly harsh bite is given directly over your pulse. “Can’t keep my hands off her… So fucking pretty withering beneath me… Come on, Love, let me hear you scream.”

As if you’re body is set to obey his every command, you do.

A guttural scream tears from your throat, head tossing back onto the pillows as your orgasm crashes into you. The feeling is so sudden and intense that your vision goes white despite your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You can feel yourself squeezing around him, release flooding out of you and over your thighs as your whole body shakes. Harshly, your nails cut lines down his back, arching into his touch so that your chest is pressed right up against his own.

The moment he feels you coming around him, Hongjoong loses it. Black veins crackle out from the edges of his irises, eyes glowing bright yellow. His hips stutter, thumb pressing right up against your clit as he bursts deep inside of you. Every pulse of your delicate walls around him draws another moan from his lips, face buried in the side of your neck. His one arm has long since slipped around your waist, holding you flush against him as spurt after spurt of hot come escapes him.

Through the blissful haze clouding your mind you realize that the low rumbling you hear filling the room is actually Hongjoong growling your name in his hunting voice. A fact of which that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure that you’re already feeling.

A shiver caresses your spine, and you involuntarily clench around him. The way he twitches inside of you in response, make a faint smile tug at your lips. Each breath you take is heavy, hands still clinging to him for dear life. Yet, internally, you feel light. A giddy sort of happiness spreads through your body as he clings to you just as tightly as you cling to him.

Finally, you both seem to catch your breaths, calming down enough to release your almost suffocating holds on the other.

Pulling away to stare deeply into your eyes, a self-satisfied smile pulls at Hongjoong’s lips.

“Nobody compares to you, My Love.” He hums, reaching up to cup the side of your face tenderly. “Nobody else could ever make me feel the way you do.”

A soft sound of agreement escapes you, gazing up at him so tenderly through hooded eyes. “The feeling is very much mutual, Joongie. I’m yours, and you’re mine, and I never plan on letting you go.”

A giddy laugh escapes him, eyes crinkling as his smile turns loving.

“Who said I ever wanted to escape you?” He teases, nudging his nose tenderly against your own. Again, he tilts his head forward, resting his forehead against your own. “I’ll let you in on a little secret, though. I was never planning on letting you go, either.”

Grinning widely, you’re quick to place a kiss onto his lips. Then, in the blink of an eye, you’ve managed to flip your positions, his cock still buried deep inside of you. The way he looks up at you with a raised brow, smug expression on his features has you chuckling.

“You got to make love to me,” You say, matter of factly as you trace a nail teasingly down his chest. “Now, it’s my turn to make love to you.”

You physically feel him shudder beneath you. His eyes glint with excitement, licking his lips in anticipation as he watches your every move carefully.

His hands settle onto your waist, and he smiles.

“With pleasure.”

[silvergyus]

GIRL DAD YEONJUN IS A BIG YES LIKE OML I STALKED THROUGH YOUR HEADCANONS LIKE AN ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN i do not regret it its 7am and im melting from the fluffiness of it all

but what about the other members 👀

how would they be as a girldad and as a boydad? i’d love to see your take on it!

omg omg thank you so much anon🩷 we must be on opposite sides of the world lol

hehe I feel like I have differing opinions than the rest of moablr but please headcanon what you like!

txt as dads

⋆｡°✩ Yeonjun:

I obviously believe in girl dad!yeonjun supremacy (read more here and here) but I feel like he could also have an extremely cool son- think adult-size sunglasses too big for his lil face. a taste for fashion when his friends are wearing those horrendous neon Nike shorts. but yeonjun's daughter would be such a daddy's girl and he would be a girl dad first and foremost. yeonjun isn't as into video games as some of the other members so I feel like his son (or daughter) wouldn't be as into them as the kids of the other members either

rest of the members under the cut

⋆｡°✩ Soobin:

I believe in girl dad!soobin because 1.) it's the most adorable thing ever and 2.) I think it would be so funny

hear me out, we obviously saw him with the twins but he said he was super nervous going into that since he is only used to hanging out with his nephew. imagine soobin with two daughters having his first son and he thinks it's gonna be a breeze since "boys are easier" but boy, was he wrong. his cutie son is a lot to handle and it turns out raising a boy from birth is a *lot* different than being a leader

like every other moa, I can see soob having the most kids. he just seems like the type of guy to have kids hanging off of him. plays video games with his kids but is also very strict about them washing their face/brushing their teeth. reads to them a lot and gets sucked into the storybooks they read together even when it's something silly like the day the crayons quit (a favorite of mine when I was a student librarian hehe)

⋆｡°✩ Beomgyu:

BOY DAD!!! I know girl dad!beomgyu is so popular but I just feel in my heart that he is a boy dad!! picture him and his son in matching sunglasses and tshirts. those silly ones with like "the original" on his and "the remix" on his son's. would call the baby "beomgyu junior" the whole pregnancy but once the baby was born he would have a million lil nicknames for that kid.

I can specifically picture beomgyu getting one of the other members to both go out with their babies in carriers on their chests and they just wave to everyone they see with the babies' hands. like, use the babies' hands to wave instead of theirs

boy dad beomgyu who builds the best pillowforts and is the best at play fighting and buys the coolest nerf guns and foam swords. boy dad beomgyu who had a special relationship with his dad and carries those traditions on with his kids. boy dad beomgyu who plays guitar for his kids and they think he's the coolest dad ever

if he has a daughter, she totally roughhouses with the boys but she gets princess treatment when she sits on daddy's lap while he plays guitar, her tiny fingers resting on the wood so she can feel the vibrations of the music. her big eyes filled with such deep appreciation for the music.

⋆｡°✩ Taehyun:

hmmm, honestly I also feel boy dad but he has a science son :) his wide-eyed son with glow in the dark stars on his ceiling and an ant farm and he exclusively wears dinosaur tshirts. taehyun and him nerd out together all the time. his son loves the planetarium and the library and also is in all the school plays. plays minecraft with beomgyu's son and soobin's oldest daughter

however, I can also see tyun's kids playing a lot of soccer (I can see him with two boys, close in age). they both would be on the soccer team that he assistant coaches (thank you @https-yeonjun for that headcanon<3). they are both into soccer- just like their daddy- and the one is into a bunch of other sports so he's always off to practice somewhere with his grass-stained knees and toothy grin. the three of them would spend match days glued to the tv to watch their favorite team. he'd buy them all matching jerseys for their favorite team too, with each of their favorite players names on the back

also taehyun would absolutely get a cat for his kids and they would have a chore wheel for days on who feeds it/ cleans the litterbox

if tyun had a daughter she would have the highest standards as a grown-up like. not quite spoiled like yeonjun's daughter, but omg the absolute most princess treatment of all time. that girl would have all her oranges peeled and her juice poured in her favorite cup and her hair brushed and she would never walk because she'd want to be carried everywhere and her daddy is strong so he carries her. she totally wears the matching soccer jerseys with her brothers and daddy too like, c'mon. soccer jersey and tutu and she absolutely crushes the other team when she's on the field

⋆｡°✩ Hyuka:

I feel like hyuka girl dad??? I also feel like he has the second most kids behind soobin. his daughter is just like him, effortlessly good at playing musical instruments. she plays like 4 and the house is always full of music. he's really calm as a dad and he isn't super shook when his kids act up. really good at gentle parenting and loves to teach his kids through their shared interests.

his daughter's bed is absolutely full of plushies. she def collects them and names them and they have a special order they have to go in on her bed. she sleeps with them all every night and gives each one a kiss before she goes to sleep. he takes her to the store and is the biggest enabler of her collection. he says he isn't spoiling her, just gifting her as a fellow collector, but we know she's spoiled

you know how hyuka is a copy-and-paste of his dad? if he has a son it's 100% gonna be a carbon copy of him. like, that boy is a HUENING and everyone can tell. tallest kid in his grade and has the exact same laugh and nose and eye crinkles.

any hueningkids would absolutely LOVE pokemon though, just like their dad. and they would totally get a dog and name it eevee

[babypinkbruno]

what to do when the movie is boring - bruno smut <3

pairing: Bruno Bucciarati x Yn (it's girl coded, im sorry T_T)

summary: cutie Bruno gets head. that is all.

warnings: none unless you don't mind smut?? do not interact if you're a minor pls. seriously, just don't, it's not for you littlies.

word count: 1.2k

i need him so bad, omg. this is so silly idk why i'm nervous posting smut to tumblr lol. not edited but i might revisit it idk, let me know what you think!

‘You wanna get snacks?’ Yn asks, turning to Bruno. ‘What are you looking at me like that for?’ Bruno blinks, coming of a daze. A delicate smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. ‘What? Sorry, I was, uh…’

‘Daydreaming?’ Yn says, tilting her head to the side. ‘What about?’ Bruno flicks her chin gently. ‘Just you. You look beautiful tonight.’ Pink blossoms over Yn’s cheeks. ‘Hush. You’re teasing me. Snacks?’ Bruno grins, a silly, goofy sight that is rare for him. ‘Sure. You pick.’ It is cool and dark in the theatre, the delicious smell of popcorn and various other snacks floating in the air as the two of them take their seat at the back. ‘Doesn’t look like many people are here.’ Yn peers into the rows below them. ‘No, it looks pretty empty. There’s only a couple of people other than us.’ ‘I hope that it’s not a reflection of the movie,’ Bruno says, scrunching his nose as he thinks. ‘Well, if it does,’ Yn says, getting comfortable in the seat, ‘we can just make out.’ Bruno looks at her sharply, and then softens. ‘Well… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. If no one saw us.’ Yn’s eyes flash mischieviously. ‘Not one for voyeurism?’ Bruno’s face flushes a lovely pink in the soft theatre glow. ‘What–’

‘Okay, shush,’ Yn says suddenly, placing a quick kiss to Bruno’s cheek, his skin warm under her lips. ‘The movie’s starting.’

Indeed the movie was boring. Thirty minutes in and Yn yawns, resting her head on Bruno’s shoulder. He absently strokes her bare thigh, the fabric of her dress rising ever so slightly without him realising until she looks up at him and presses a kiss to his neck. ‘What are you doing, darling?’ He whispers with a shiver. ‘Nothing, just–’ she kisses down his neck, pulling his collar away, ‘giving you little lovings.’ ‘Is that so?’ ‘Your hand is in dangerous territory, you know,’ Yn murmurs against his neck. She sucks on the soft skin, warm and sweet. Bruno’s breath hitches in his throat. He squeezes her thigh in his hand, smoothing the soft flesh in his palm. ‘Is it?’ ‘You hadn’t noticed?’ Yn leans over the armrest to press a kiss to his collarbone. ‘Hmmm…’

Yn decides to be bold. She strokes his chest, his tummy, and tugs on his belt, smiling when Bruno looks at her with a soft gasp.

‘May I?’

‘May you what?’ Bruno asks softly, eyes widening. ‘You seem to be straining against your belt…’ Yn purrs. ‘It must be awfully uncomfortable… Why don’t I fix it for you?’

Bruno manages to roll his eyes playfully, a soft smile gracing his lovely mouth. ‘What do you think you’re doing, sweet girl?’

Yn grins, unbuckling his belt and pressing her mouth to his. The kiss is soft for a moment before Bruno moves his hand to her neck, pulling her closer to him. He slips his tongue in between her lips, tasting her. A soft moan escapes his throat as Yn slips her hand down the front of his trousers, finding him warm and hardened already. She strokes slowly, the heat between them growing as their breaths become heavier.

Yn pulls away slightly, meeting his half-lidded gaze. ‘I want to taste you.’

Bruno blinks, distracted. ‘W-what? Here? Now?’

Yn nods, pressing soft kisses along his jaw.

‘You…’ Bruno whispers, stroking her check. His breath is hot on her lips, sweet like lemonade. ‘You really aren’t bothered if we get caught?’

‘Let them watch.’

‘Jesus,’ Bruno hisses, as she squeezes the tip of his cock gently.

‘Is that a yes?’ Yn murmurs, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Bruno nods, and hopes that it is dark enough in the theatre to get away with this.

Yn grins, slipping off the seat and onto the floor in front of him. She gently pushes his knees apart, stroking the insides of his thighs. Excitement is a lovely quickening heartbeat in her ears, and she swallows, her mouth already watering. She pulls his trousers down a little more, freeing his cock from their constraints.

Yn spits on her hands and strokes slowly, looking up at him, though only just making out the contours of his face in the movie screen’s light. He truly is beautiful, she thinks, the way his nose scrunches when he is deep in thought, the furrowing in his eyebrows, and the way his lovely ocean eyes lose focus when he is pleasured by her. She presses a kiss to his tip, rubbing her lips against the swollen head, and smiles as a tiny gasp escapes his lips.

Then she presses down, swirling her tongue around him and licking a delicious stripe slowly from base to ti. Warm and wet. She takes him into her mouth, resisting a giggle at the way he stifles a groan when he hits the back of her throat.

Yn looks up at him through her lashes and he meets her gaze. She holds it as she sucks gently, pulling away and taking him again, and again. She plays with his balls, the smooth skin tightening under her soft stroking and squeezing.

‘Oh, god,’ Bruno murmurs, biting his lip. He grips the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. ‘Just like that, sweet girl.’

Yn tries not to smile, her rhythm picking up pace as he grips her hair, tight and urgent. She squirms, rubbing her thighs together – the inside of her panties are an absolute mess already.

Bruno pants softly, sweat beading on his skin, his hair sticking to his forehead. He glances around, checking if anyone has heard them yet but as far as he is aware in his very dazed state, every lonely individual in the theatre is focused on the movie. ‘Yn…’

‘Hmm?’ Yn pauses, looking up at him, her eyes wide and innocent.

Bruno shakes his head. ‘Keep going, keep… going,’ he pants, bucking his hips up, pushing into her warm mouth with a moan. He grips the armrests, imagining the sounds she might make if he bent her over the chair and fucked her right then and there, sinking his cock into her sweet pussy instead of her mouth. He licks his lips, hungry for her as he looks down, watching himself disappear, her pretty pink lips wrapped around his length.

‘Fuck, you’re so pretty,’ Bruno pants. ‘That’s my girl… My good girl…’

Yn whimpers as she sucks him a little harder, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, willing herself not to gag but doing it anyway as Bruno fucks her mouth.

‘I–I’m close…’ He murmurs, gripping her hair. Yn’s too full of him to respond, sucking him with a fervent focus, willing him to give her all of him. Tears roll down her cheeks as she gags again, his cock twitching as it hits the back of her throat with force.

A moment later, a strangled moan stifled by his arm as he spills himself into her mouth, hot and sticky.

Yn swallows, sucking him slowly as he rides out the pleasure, and then pulls back with a small ‘pop’ of her lips. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, meeting Bruno’s eyes.

He peers at her from underneath his arm thrown over his face, catching his breath, and gives her a smile. ‘C’mere, you gorgeous girl.’

Yn grins, reaching up to kiss him. ‘How was that?’ She murmurs against his mouth.

‘It’s worthy of everything I’m going to do to you when we get home…’ Bruno replies, nibbling at her lip. ‘Let’s go.’

[shadowdaddies]

I neeed a jealous Nesta fic that ends in smutty punishment omg

so we're all down bad for mean domme Nesta 👀 I gotchu guys

Who You Belong To

Nesta x f!Reader smut

warnings: d/s dynamics, smut below the cut, light bondage, blindfold, impact play, toys (all the fun stuff tbh)

Music echoed through through Rita’s, a hypnotic rhythm that steeped warm pleasure through your body. Setting down your water, you’d lifted your hair from the back of your neck in attempt to cool the sweat you’d built from dancing. 

Azriel murmured a wry comment about Feyre and Mor’s dancing, your eyes flicking to where they had taken over the dance floor. A giggle escaped you at the sight of your friends, your head leaning against Az’s shoulder as the two of you admired the scene.

Scanning the room, you realized Nesta was missing just in time to catch sight of her silver eyes practically glowing in the dim club lighting. Her gaze pierced through you in a way that sent a shiver down your spine straight to your core. 

Heat pooled in your stomach at her stern glare, and feeling Azriel stiffen next to you, you realized what you had unwittingly gotten yourself into for the night. “I think it’s time for me to go,” you murmured to Az, daring to give your friend one last kiss on the cheek in farewell before moving to where Nesta stood by the bar.

She tracked you with a predatory gaze, the smile on her lips devoid of any warmth. “Did you have fun this evening?” she purred, voice deceptively even as her fingers hooked around your elbow, leading you out of the building.

“I had a wonderful time,” you replied jovially, feigning obliviousness as you curled into her warmth. Nesta hummed noncommittally, arm wrapped possessively around your waist while you walked home.

Unlocking the door to the house, you shucked off your heels, yawning lazily with a stretch as you padded towards the kitchen, when a soft hand gripped your arm firmly. You dared to turn towards Nesta, breath hitching at the flames that danced in her eyes, emanating sheer power and dominance.

“Don’t play coy, pet. It’s beneath you,” she drawled, hand sliding up your arm to settle at the base of your throat. A knuckle dragged down the bare skin revealed by your low-cut dress, Nesta’s pupils dilated as the scent of your own desire grew. 

“You knew exactly what you were doing this evening, wearing this slip of fabric,” she growled out the last word, finger hooking through the waist band of your dress with a sharp tug, “cozying up next to Azriel-“

“I wasn’t, it was-“ you tried to interrupt, but Nesta’s other hand firmly held your jaw, silencing you. 

“You acted out, and I think you deserved to punished for that. Don’t you agree, pet?” she breathed, minty breath chilly against your neck. You both knew the truth, that you were acting out, desperate for her attention. To have Nesta take control tonight, to own you.

You whimpered, thighs rubbing together as you nodded meekly. “Words, pet,” Nesta demanded, hand tightening slightly around your throat. 

“Yes, Mistress,” you choked out, heart pounding as your pussy clenched around nothing at her demanding tone. 

“Mmm,” Nesta hummed, finger nail scraping along your skin to toy with the thin strap of your dress. “I’ll be back in a moment. You know how I expect to find you.”

Without another glance, Nesta turned towards your large closet, disappearing behind the door. You stripped quickly, folding your clothes neatly in a side chair before kneeling beside the bed, head bowed with your hands on your thighs. 

Excitement shot through you as you heard Nesta emerge from the closet, heels clacking against the floor. “Hands behind your back, pet,” she ordered, honey-soft voice betraying her dark intentions. 

Breathless, you complied, allowing the silk ribbon to be looped around your wrists until they could not be moved. “Good girl,” Nesta affirmed, a light smack to your ass encouraging you to stand.

With an awkward shuffle to your feet you stood to see Nesta dressed in a black lace teddy that left nothing to the imagination, thigh high stockings and heels to match. A pathetic whimper left you at the sight, your pleading eyes quickly covered by the blindfold Nesta held in her hand.

“This is for my pleasure, not yours. Remember that, pet,” she reprimanded coolly, hand gently guiding you to bend over the mattress so that your core was spread and bare for her, no sight to hint at what she might do next.

Feeling a presence standing behind you, your hips involuntarily ground against the bed, eager for any touch. “Count for me,” was the only warning before Nesta’s hand landed sharply on your ass, a lewd moan escaping your lips before you whimpered out a weak “one.”

Mind growing fuzzy, you barely managed to keep track of each slap against your skin, soothing rubs and occasional licks to your reddened ass breaking up the pain from your punishment. “Ten!” you squealed, body jerking against the mattress as Nesta shushed you, a hand running soothing circles across your rear.

“Good girl,” she purred, long hair tickling your neck as she leaned down to kiss you. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, oh cauldron, yes,” you babbled, wriggling against Nesta’s hand as you felt her presence move behind your spread legs. Another noncommittal hum left her lips, and you knew your punishment was far from over as a delicate finger slid over your core.

A rich laugh rang through the air before you felt Nesta’s finger forced through your lips. “You’re dripping for me already, pet?” she laughed, finger shoved deeper down your throat as you sucked your juices from her digit.

“Such a little whore for me, aren’t you?” she teased, swiping her hand from your mouth as quickly as you felt her settle on her knees behind you. Warmth breath tickled your center, your bound hands clutching at thin air in silent plea for more.

Nesta gave no warning before diving into your heat, expert tongue rolling and sucking your clit before lapping the slick dripping from your pussy. Her lewd moans sent vibrations up your body, your legs shaking as she wrapped her lips around your clit. Sucking in a harsh pulsing rhythm, Nesta plunged two fingers inside of you, curling against your walls at the spot she knew would send you over the edge quickly.

The coil in your abdomen tightened, eyes rolling back under the blindfold as you mumbled in incoherent warning that you were close to your high. But Nesta knew your body too well, withdrawing her touch before you could finish. 

You let out a frustrated cry, muffled against the sheets as your orgasm was ripped from you. Nesta cooed in false sympathy, the warmth of her body enveloping yours as she bent to whisper in your ear. “Oh, pet. You didn’t think your punishment was over, did you?”

A wicked laugh echoed through the room, Nesta gripping your thighs as she flipped you onto the bed, your arms uncomfortably restrained against the mattress as your back arched in the air. The bed dipped beneath you, the familiar feeling of Nesta crawling up your body combined with the scent of her arousal your only hint of what was coming.

“Open,” she commanded, a soft tap to your cheek ordering you to offer your mouth for her pleasure. “Good girl,” she cooed, warmth settling over you as her clit perched on your nose, dripping core hot against your tongue.

“Clean up your mess,” Nesta ordered casually, her hips rocking slightly as she smeared her wetness across your face. You moaned at the taste of her, the struggling breaths you took beneath her heat while your arms remained tied behind you. 

“Fuck, such a good little slut,” Nesta breathed from above you, whimpers escaping you in a plea to see her reaction to the pleasure you were giving her. With a dark chuckle, she pulled the blindfold from your eyes to reveal her tits bouncing above you, body swaying as she used you for her own satisfaction. 

The sight spurred you on, tongue flicking out in rapid movement as you bobbed your head, nudging her clit to bring her closer to orgasm. You smirked at the stuttering breath she took before crashing into her high, arousal flooding your face that you savored like the delicacy it was.

Cheeks flushed, golden-brown hair hung around her face as Nesta smiled softly down at you. “How are you feeling?” she whispered, thumb stroking your cheek.

You turned to press a kiss to her palm, grinning up at beautiful silver-blue eyes. “Never better,” you assured her. “But my arms are a little sore from being under me like this,” you admitted with a soft laugh.

Nesta smiled, a genuine joy that turned mischievous as the geared in her head turned. “Would you be better on your stomach for a little longer?” she purred, leaning down to nip at the skin of your neck.

The gasp that escaped you at her words was telling enough, and she flipped you back onto your stomach as heels clicked against the floors while she disappeared for a moment. You felt the bed shift behind you once more, eyes glazing over and lips parted as you took in the sight.

Nesta kneeled behind you, a strap-on attached to her hips as she rubbed lube across the toy. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, pet. But you still need to remember who you belong to,” she teased, grinning at the whimpers that left you as she rubbed her tip against your core.

Collapsing against the sheets, you relaxed in the restraints as you braced for a long night, more than satisfied to be reminded of whose you were.

[suresne]

i had never seen kim's end-of-day debrief dialogue if you never picked up the other snakeskin shoe and.....omg???

[Og] * 138. Kim Kitsuragi - "Alright, but -- and, forgive me, this has been bothering me since this morning -- how have you managed to run around all day *wearing only one shoe*?" [Og] * 164. You - "I couldn't find my other shoe, and I refuse to wear shoes that aren't as cool as the shoe I'm wearing." [Og] * 200. Kim Kitsuragi - "Well, there seems to be a shoe that is a match to the one you're wearing further down the balcony." He points with his cigarette. "Perhaps you can collect it when we're done talking." [Og] * 143. Perception (Sight) - He's right. There it is, green and shiny under the glowing Whirling window... The sky above is dark and the lights sparkle. [Og] * 489. Kim Kitsuragi - "Imagine how much faster you could run wearing a cool patent leather shoe on *each* foot." He smiles suddenly.

"cool patent leather shoe"??? "he smiles suddenly"?????

kim. my boy. my darling boy. not to belabor the point too much, but....you want this messed up man so bad.

[changbeansss]

Solace

Pairings : Non-idol!Bang Chan X reader

Genre : Angst-y fluff (?)

Warnings : Mentions of smoking (Idk what else lmk)

A/N : I haven’t been mentally stable in awhile so yeah posting after so long and is this my first long story?omg???

The city lights glimmered like distant stars against the midnight sky, painting the rooftop in a soft, eerie glow. The cool breeze swept past, whispering secrets that only the night could understand. Chan sat on the edge of the apartment building, legs dangling over the side, cigarette smoke curling around him like a ghostly veil. He wasn't one for smoking, but the rare cigarette was a comfort he indulged in when he felt restless—when the weight of the world felt too heavy to bear alone.

He didn't notice when the door to the rooftop creaked open, but he heard the soft footsteps approaching. He turned his head slightly, surprised to see someone else at this hour. You. The girl from the next apartment over. You seemed to live in your own world, always quiet, always avoiding his gaze in the hallway. He’d never spoken to you, but he’d seen the sadness lingering in your eyes—a sadness he recognized all too well.

Tonight, though, there was something different in your expression. Something darker. Your eyes were swollen, like you’d been crying for hours. You walked to the edge, not too far from where Chan sat, but far enough that you might have thought he wouldn't notice.

But he did.

He saw everything. The way your shoulders trembled, the way you hesitated at the very edge, looking down as if searching for an answer. The way your hand clutched the edge of the railing, knuckles white from holding on too tight, like you were anchoring yourself to the last shred of will you had left.

Chan exhaled, flicking the cigarette away. It landed somewhere on the rooftop with a quiet sizzle. He didn’t say anything at first; he just watched you, his eyes taking in every detail, every sign. And then, in a voice that was somehow both soft and firm, he broke the silence.

“Thinking of jumping?” he asked bluntly, catching you off guard.

You flinched, turning to face him, and for a moment, you seemed lost. You didn’t answer, but you didn’t look away either. You were caught between fear and curiosity, between wanting to escape and wanting someone to understand.

Chan stood up, dusting off his jeans, and took a step closer, but not too close. He didn’t want to scare you. “It’s a long way down,” he continued, gesturing with his chin towards the street below. “And the landing... it’s not as peaceful as you think.”

Your breath hitched, and you felt a tear slide down your cheek, but you quickly wiped it away, trying to keep your composure. “You don’t know anything about what I think,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the wind.

He shrugged, leaning back against the railing, his demeanor relaxed, almost as if he were just having a casual conversation. “Maybe not. But I’ve been where you are now, standing on the edge. I know what it feels like to think that there’s no way out.”

You stared at him, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but all you saw was a quiet understanding, a familiarity with the darkness you felt enveloping you. “Why are you here?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Why are you even talking to me?”

Chan chuckled softly, the sound low and a little sad. “Because I’m your neighbor,” he said simply. “And because I know what it’s like to feel like the world’s crashing down around you.”

You swallowed hard, your grip on the railing tightening. “And what do you do?” you asked, almost desperate for an answer. “When it feels like that?”

Chan’s smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. “I come up here,” he replied, gesturing around the rooftop. “I think. I breathe. I try to remind myself that there’s always another sunrise. That nothing stays the same forever.”

You felt something shift in your chest, a tiny crack in the walls you’d built around yourself. “And does it help?” you asked, a faint flicker of hope in your voice.

He nodded. “Most nights, yeah. Some nights... not so much. But it’s worth sticking around to find out.”

There was a long pause, the kind that felt like an eternity, but in that moment, something changed. The night didn’t seem as cold, and the rooftop didn’t feel as lonely. Chan didn’t move closer, but somehow, his presence felt like a lifeline—a reminder that you weren’t alone in this.

“I’m Chan,” he finally said, offering a small smile. “Just... Chan. And I’m here if you need someone to talk to. Anytime.”

You didn’t respond right away, but you nodded, taking a step back from the edge. “Thanks,” you whispered, and it was the most sincere word you’d spoken in a long time.

Chan just nodded, his smile growing a little warmer. “Don’t mention it. We’re neighbors, after all.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn’t feel quite so alone.

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You spent the next few minutes sitting in silence beside Chan, both of you facing the cityscape. The noise of the streets below was a distant hum, and the wind gently whipped around you, carrying the smell of rain. The awkwardness you expected didn't come; instead, there was an odd sense of comfort in being next to him. Maybe it was his calm demeanor, or maybe it was the way he didn't push you to talk more. He just sat there, present, like he understood that sometimes words weren’t necessary.

"Do you come up here often?" you asked after a while, breaking the silence.

"More than I probably should," he answered with a chuckle. "It's peaceful. Helps me clear my head."

You nodded, pulling your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. “I never noticed,” you admitted. “I’ve never really noticed you before.”

Chan glanced at you, his lips curling into a soft, knowing smile. “Yeah, well, I’m good at not being noticed when I don’t want to be.”

The two of you fell into another comfortable silence. A slight drizzle began to fall, and you felt the tiny droplets of rain kiss your skin. Chan stood up, stretched his arms, and looked up at the sky.

“You know,” he said, “we should probably head inside before it starts pouring. But… if you want to stay, I’m fine with that, too.”

You hesitated. Part of you wanted to retreat back to the safety of your apartment, curl up in your bed, and pretend none of this ever happened. But another part of you, the part that had made you come up to the rooftop in the first place, wanted to stay just a little bit longer.

“Can we… can we stay?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chan nodded, sitting back down beside you. “Of course. As long as you want.”

The rain began to fall harder, but neither of you moved. The cold droplets splashed against your skin, but you welcomed the sensation, the grounding feeling of something tangible in this otherwise surreal moment. You noticed Chan shivering slightly, but he didn’t complain or suggest leaving again. He was really just… there.

“Why do you care?” you blurted out suddenly, unable to hold back the question any longer. “You don’t even know me.”

Chan glanced over at you, his expression a mixture of surprise and thoughtfulness. “I care because I’ve been there,” he replied softly. “I’ve felt what it’s like to want to disappear. And if I can do anything to keep someone else from feeling like that… I’ll do it. Even if I don’t know them.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, tears stinging your eyes once more, but you fought them back. “That’s… really nice of you,” you managed to say. “But I don’t think I’m worth it.”

Chan’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward slightly, his voice quiet but firm. “Don’t say that. Don’t ever say that. You’re worth so much more than you think.”

His words hung in the air, cutting through the rain and the noise in your head. You’d heard similar things before from friends, family, even therapists. But something about the way Chan said it made it feel different. Like he genuinely meant it, like he saw something in you that you couldn’t see yourself.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “I… I don’t know how to keep going,” you admitted, the confession slipping out before you could stop it. “It feels like everything is too much, like I’m drowning and I can’t catch my breath.”

Chan nodded, his expression solemn. “I get it,” he said quietly. “I really do. But you don’t have to do it alone. Sometimes, it helps just to have someone there, even if they don’t say anything. Just knowing they’re there.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any hint of pity or judgment, but all you found was understanding. “Would… would you stay?” you asked, almost afraid of his answer. “Like… just for a little while?”

Chan’s smile returned, warm and genuine. “Of course,” he replied. “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

The rain continued to fall, soaking you both, but neither of you seemed to care. You felt something shift inside you, a tiny flicker of hope sparking to life. Maybe things wouldn’t get better overnight, and maybe the darkness wouldn’t vanish completely. But right now, on this rooftop with Chan beside you, you felt like you could breathe just a little bit easier.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.

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Over the next few weeks, things began to change between you and Chan. You’d see each other more often, exchanging quiet smiles in the hallway or quick greetings in the elevator. Sometimes, you’d find yourself on the rooftop again, both of you sitting in silence or sharing stories about your lives, your fears, your dreams.

Chan wasn’t a bad boy like you’d first thought, but there was an edge to him—a rawness and honesty that drew you in. He told you about his own battles, his own struggles with feeling like he didn’t belong, his own nights of wondering if it was worth it to keep fighting. You found solace in his words, comfort in his presence. He wasn’t trying to fix you, and he never pressured you to be anything other than what you were in that moment.

Slowly, you started to feel lighter, like the weight you’d been carrying for so long was slowly being lifted. Some days were still hard, some days you still felt like the world was closing in, but now there was a hand to reach for, a voice to listen to, a reason to keep trying.

And as the nights passed, you began to realize that maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as alone as you thought.

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As the days turned into weeks, the rooftop became your sanctuary—a place where you and Chan could escape the world and just be yourselves. Nights blurred into mornings, and you found yourself waiting for those moments when you’d hear his light footsteps coming up the stairs or his quiet knock on your door, inviting you out for another midnight chat.

He was like a constant rhythm, a steady heartbeat in your otherwise chaotic life. You still had your dark days, the ones where getting out of bed felt like a Herculean task, but knowing Chan was there made it a little more bearable. You didn’t have to explain yourself; he understood the silent language of pain.

One particularly cold night, you found yourself standing outside Chan’s door, hesitating. You hadn’t spoken to him all day, hadn’t seen him in the hall or heard his footsteps. For some reason, you felt a strange unease. A part of you worried—had you been too needy, too dependent on his presence? Did you scare him away?

Before you could turn away, the door swung open, and there he was, standing in front of you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and inviting. “I was just about to come find you.”

You felt a wave of relief wash over you. “Really?”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Really. I thought maybe you could use some company tonight… or I could, you know?”

You returned his smile, feeling something warm bloom in your chest. “Yeah… I think we both could.”

He stepped aside, motioning for you to come in. His apartment was small and sparsely decorated, but there was a warmth to it—a stack of vinyl records in the corner, a guitar leaning against the wall, and a cozy blanket draped over the couch. You hadn’t been inside before, and you found yourself curious, your eyes scanning the little details that made up his world.

“Want something to drink?” he asked, moving towards the tiny kitchen. “I have tea, coffee… or maybe something stronger?”

“Tea sounds good,” you replied, feeling a little shy but also strangely comfortable. You sat down on the couch, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. It smelled faintly of him—woodsy, a little smoky, with a hint of something sweet. You felt yourself relax, the tension in your shoulders easing for the first time all day.

Chan joined you a moment later, handing you a steaming mug. “Peppermint,” he said with a grin. “Good for the soul.”

You took a sip, savoring the warmth spreading through you. “Thank you,” you murmured, glancing over at him. “For… everything. You don’t know how much it means to me.”

He looked down, a slight blush on his cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just… glad to be here with you.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, the only sound being the soft rain tapping against the window. After a while, you felt a surge of boldness, a need to know more about him—this boy who had somehow become your anchor in such a short time.

“Can I ask you something?” you ventured, your voice quiet.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours. “Anything.”

“Why do you come up to the rooftop?” you asked. “I mean… what is it that you’re running from?”

Chan’s smile faltered slightly, and he took a deep breath. “I’m not sure if I’m running from something or towards something,” he confessed. “Maybe both. I guess… it’s hard sometimes, feeling like you’re constantly expected to be someone or something that you’re not. I’ve always felt like I had to wear a mask, pretend to be okay even when I’m not.”

He paused, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve. “The rooftop… it’s the one place where I can take that mask off. Where I can just be Chan, not who everyone else expects me to be.”

You nodded, understanding more than you could say. “I get that,” you whispered. “I really do.”

Chan smiled softly, his eyes filled with a quiet gratitude. “I think that’s why I like being around you,” he admitted. “You don’t make me feel like I have to be anything other than who I am. You just… let me be.”

A warmth spread through you at his words, and for the first time in a long time, you felt something like happiness blooming inside you. “You do the same for me,” you replied. “You make me feel… seen.”

Chan’s gaze softened, and he shifted a little closer to you, his hand brushing against yours, sending a spark up your arm. “I’m glad,” he said softly. “Because you deserve to be seen. For who you are, not who the world wants you to be.”

Your breath caught in your throat, the sincerity in his eyes overwhelming. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a rush of emotions you couldn’t quite control. “Chan…” you began, but the words got stuck in your throat.

He seemed to sense your struggle, and his hand gently squeezed yours. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “You don’t have to say anything. Just… know that I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, but this time it wasn’t from sadness. You squeezed his hand back, a silent thank you, a silent promise.

For a while, the two of you sat there, hands intertwined, the rain falling outside like a lullaby. The world outside could wait; for now, this was enough.

A Few Days Later…

You’d been having a particularly rough day. Everything seemed heavier, every thought darker. You hadn’t seen Chan all day, and you found yourself missing his presence more than you expected. By evening, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had settled in your chest. It was suffocating, consuming.

But then, there was a knock on your door.

You hesitated, wiping at your eyes quickly before opening it. There stood Chan, his face lit up with that familiar grin, holding two takeout bags and a slightly battered old boombox.

“I was thinking,” he said, his voice filled with an infectious enthusiasm, “that tonight is the perfect night for bad Chinese food and even worse music.”

You blinked, surprised. “What?”

Chan laughed. “Come on, you said you’ve never had a ‘proper rooftop party,’ and I figured there’s no time like the present. Plus, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Before you knew it, you were back on the rooftop, wrapped in a blanket as Chan fiddled with the boombox, his face scrunched up in concentration. Finally, he managed to get it working, and the sounds of an old 80s ballad filled the air.

You laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that made your sides ache. “This is terrible,” you giggled.

Chan grinned, holding out a hand to you. “Dance with me,” he insisted, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

You hesitated, but his infectious energy was impossible to resist. You took his hand, and he pulled you into a clumsy dance, the two of you swaying to the beat of the cheesy music. The city stretched out below you, the lights flickering like stars, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

Chan spun you around, his laughter mingling with yours, and you felt a sense of freedom you hadn’t felt in years. For the first time, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to the light. And Chan… Chan was the first step toward that possibility.

“See?” he whispered as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “There’s still some magic left in the world.”

You smiled, tears of joy filling your eyes as you whispered back, “Yeah… I think I’m starting to believe that.”

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The rooftop became more than just a refuge; it was a world of its own, a world where time seemed to stand still. With each passing night, you felt yourself falling a little deeper into something you weren’t sure you were ready to name.

It was the little things—the way Chan would notice if you seemed a little quieter than usual and bring your favorite drink without asking, the way he’d brush a stray hair from your face, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. The way his laughter could make your heart feel lighter, like maybe all the heavy parts of you were starting to dissolve into something softer, something warm and bright.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen, hadn’t expected it. But slowly, steadily, you were falling for him.

One night, you found yourself waiting on the rooftop, bundled up in a thick sweater, watching the stars twinkle overhead. Chan was running late, which was unusual for him. You checked your phone for the third time, feeling a little nervous. Had something happened? Was he okay?

Just as you were about to go back inside, you heard the door creak open behind you. You turned around and saw Chan, slightly out of breath, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry,” he panted, running a hand through his hair. “Got held up at work. But I brought peace offerings.” He held up a bag of pastries from the bakery down the street, and your heart melted a little more. He knew they were your favorite.

You took the bag with a smile. “You’re forgiven… this time.”

He laughed, sitting down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. “Good. I’d hate to think I’d lost my rooftop privileges.”

You laughed, the sound light and free. “No chance of that.”

For a while, you just sat there, sharing the pastries, talking about everything and nothing. It was easy, being with him. Natural. Like he was the missing piece of a puzzle you hadn’t even realized you were trying to solve.

As the night grew colder, Chan pulled a blanket from his bag and draped it around your shoulders. “Can’t have you freezing to death on me,” he teased.

You chuckled, but your heart skipped a beat when his hand brushed against yours under the blanket, his fingers tentatively grazing yours. You felt a jolt of electricity, and you wondered if he felt it too.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You could feel the heat of his body so close to yours, his breath warm against your cheek. The air was thick with something unsaid, something fragile and beautiful.

“Chan,” you whispered, turning to look at him, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it.

He turned to face you, his eyes searching yours, and for a moment, you forgot how to breathe. “Yeah?” he murmured, his voice low and soft.

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of fear and excitement bubbling inside you. “I… I think I’m falling for you,” you confessed, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Chan’s eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. For a moment, you feared you’d made a mistake, that you’d ruined everything. But then his expression softened, and a slow, beautiful smile spread across his lips.

“I’ve been falling for you since the first night on this rooftop,” he admitted, his voice just as soft. “I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Your heart leapt, and you felt a rush of warmth spread through your chest. “Really?” you asked, hardly daring to believe it.

He nodded, his hand moving to gently cup your cheek. “Really,” he whispered, his thumb brushing your skin tenderly. “I’ve never felt like this before. Like… like maybe there’s hope, like maybe I could be more than what I’ve been.”

You felt tears sting your eyes, but this time they were happy tears, tears of relief and joy. “You’re already more,” you whispered, leaning into his touch. “You’re everything.”

Chan’s eyes glistened with emotion, and before you knew it, he was leaning in, his breath warm against your lips. Your heart pounded wildly, and you felt like you might float away.

And then his lips were on yours, soft and gentle, and everything else seemed to fade away. The world, the pain, the fear—it all melted into nothing as you kissed him back, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer.

The kiss was tender and slow, filled with all the words neither of you had said. It was a promise, a beginning, a silent vow to keep holding on, to keep finding each other in the dark.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other. Chan’s hand still cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin.

“You have no idea how much I needed that,” he breathed, a grin spreading across his face.

You laughed softly, your fingers brushing against his. “I think I needed it just as much.”

He kissed you again, this time more confidently, and you felt a flutter in your stomach, a lightness in your chest that you hadn’t felt in so long. It felt like freedom, like the start of something beautiful.

As the night stretched on, you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing quiet conversations and soft kisses, the city below glowing like a sea of stars.

And for the first time in a long time, you knew that whatever came next, you would face it together. You and Chan, two broken souls finding solace in each other, finding love in the most unexpected of places.

And in that moment, with Chan’s arms around you and the world spinning softly beneath your feet, you felt like maybe—just maybe—everything was going to be okay.

[moooncats]

✿ Pick A Card ✿

✿ What Does Your Inner Child Think Of You? ✿

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✿ Pile 1 : Imagination , Chakra Clearing. ✿

Wow! This Pile so far is one of my favorites right off the back. Like seriously I RARELY ever pull out this elusive card and right off the bat.... blam! Haha what incredible energy we have here. So I'm hearing that your inner child is so stinking happy of the person that you've become. They love how you revel in the wondrous, mysterious, most beauteous power of your imagination, and let it whisk you away on a right-brained roomp through all things nonsensical, Suess plays Wonka style. To them, you're an off road adventurer, playing in the upside- down, glow-in-the-dark woods of posibility. There is no "no" here. Only "whoa!". And "flow". And "Holy moly, here we go!". (Hmmm maybe there was something in your brownies? c; ). Your inner child feels heard from you and is attentively hanging out with you feeling affirmed by every journey you set out to. I'm hearing "Your the best friend I could ever ask for." Omg pile 1 this is so effing sweet like seriously, they think you're such a cool, magical person. They wouldn't have it any other way! (:

✿ Advice From Your Inner Child ✿

Chakra Cleansing: Archangel Metatron: "Call upon me to clear and open your chakra's, using sacred geometric shapes. Your inner child want's to make sure that you are taking care of yourself and not over extending your energy ♡. Please make sure to cleanse your aura every once in a while. You can take a bath with essential oils, sage/paulo santo's your body and area, or do a salt water cleanse in a lake or beach. The water can be very cleansing and healing. As a native from Hawaii the beach would be my go to cleanse preference. (✿◠‿◠) 🌊

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✿ Pile 2 : Open Heartedness , Prioritize ✿

Wow pile 2 lemme give you a hug okay? 🫂 Seriously, you have been through some stuff. I'm picking up on heavy energy here. Your inner child is amazed at how unjaded you are. They have seen you go through some people who were absolute bummers. Did that experience make you salty in any way? Heck no. They see you as a strong warriror who always chooses to not let unhappy chapters make you into a monster. They appreciate that so much. If you let negative experiences turn you sour, then the jerks and bully's win. So you move on with an open and hopeful heart, if only because you hate losing to jerks. Pile 2 you are winners. 🏆💗 You kill people with kindness and don't let their bad energies mix in with your pure and thoughtful heart. Your inner child is so sweet, they tell me that they give you hugs and love that you are the person they have become. I'm hearing "We are misunderstood and not everyone will get us, but our hearts are always pure".

✿ Advice From Your Inner Child ✿

Prioritize: Archangel Metatron : "Focus on your highest priorities. I will help you get orginized and motivated". Pile 2, your inner child is amazed at how many ideas that you get from time to time. However, they want you to manifest your thoughts from the 4D and materialize them into the 3D. Proper planning and prioritzing will help you with that. Take out a sheet of paper, and start writing your goals, plans, anything that has to do with your future. They want to make sure that you at least have them written, so you can start "scripting" your dream life. If you don't know what scripting is, it's a form of manifestation that helps you with your ideal dream life. Try it out, it's free and does wonders. Your inner child wants to help you realize your power. I'm hearing your quite popular in the dream realm, you may have astral traveled before or have been looking into it. This is your sign to continue on that path. Congratulations pile 2! This is so far the longest pile that I've done so far. So many messages! ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ ♡

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✿ Pile 3 : Honouring Ideas , Clear Intentions ✿

Interesting indeed. This pile I'm hearing unlike pile 2, you are the type to go for your goals. Your Inner child is quite impressed with you! They love how many silly, serious, & whack a doodle ideas you come up with! Lmao, I'm hearing a specific scenario for every event in your life. What an amazing brain you have. This is my pile who always has their head stuck in a book, ears listening to a podcast, and an head full of wonder and ideas. When an idea comes to you, you honor it by doing your best to bringing it into being. You are a master manifestor. Ideas to you, are like children, and you proudly nuture them, knowing they'll grow and develop, and eventually make their way out into the world without ever really acknowledging how much time/money/love you shelled out for them. This is my piles who may be entrepreneurs. Seriously keep that ish up, you are definitely trend setters! Your inner child loves how smart and buisness minded you are. They are definitely proud of the person that you are and have become. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ♡

✿ Advice From Your Inner Child ✿

Crystal Clear Intentions: Archangel Michael : "Be clear about what you desire, and focus on in with unwavering faith". Pile 3, I'm hearing that any idea you have will be brought into fruition. How lucky! The gods are definitely in your favor when in comes to Manifesting. Please do not stop dreaming, all your dreams will surely come true with the right intentions. 🌌☁️✨️

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[honeyedmiller]

Shotgun | Joel Miller

pairing: dbf!joel miller x f!reader

warnings: very poorly written smut (literally just high sex), usage of marijuana, smoking, dbf!Joel, no outbreak!Joel, age gap (reader is in late 20’s; Joel mid 40’s), explicit language, Joel has stronger feelings for reader than he can admit… like it’s so much pining omg, no use of y/n, tiny bit of a plot. 18+, minors do not interact.

word count: 2.3k

synopsis: you and Joel smoke together for the first time.

You knew it was wrong—both of you did. But did that stop you?

Absolutely not.

You see, Joel should be completely off-limits. He was your dad’s best friend, after all. But, you couldn’t help yourself. Neither could he. After one drunken evening about a month back, both of you gave in to satisfy your cravings for each other. No one had to know, and they were never going to know.

Messing around in secret was exhilarating and honestly, pretty fucking hot. Joel Miller has fucked you like no man ever has before or ever will, and he made sure you were aware of that. He satisfied all your needs which kept you craving more of him. That explains why you’re sitting on the couch on his back porch at nearly midnight.

The cool night breeze wrapped around your body in comfort. You winced at the pain between your legs, having just gotten the life fucked out of you by said hottest middle aged man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

“Here darlin’.” Joel steps outside in nothing but his boxers while you sport his oversized t-shirt with nothing underneath.

Joel hands you a water bottle and you thank him, uncapping it and taking a few much needed sips. He sat beside you on the loveseat, spreading his legs as he rested his head on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes for a brief second as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

His tan skin glowed under the moonlight, muscles outlined by the shadows the light cast. Joel opened his eyes again and looked at you, eyes dark and seemingly hungry for more.

“Look better in my shirt than I do, baby.” He chuckles, sitting straight up before reaching for something on the table beside him. He pulled out a small tin box, opening it swiftly before taking out its contents. It took you a second to register what exactly it was, and when you did, your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“You smoke, Miller?” You laugh as you eyed the joint between his thumb and index finger.

“Only sometimes. You?”

“Mhm.” You nod, pursing your lips.

“Here.” Joel held the joint up so you could take it between your lips, which you accept gingerly. He grabbed the lighter from the tin box before flicking it on, the soft glow of the orange flame illuminating his features. He brought the lighter to the end of the joint, lighting it for you before flicking it off as the end of the joint crackled.

You inhaled deeply, taking the joint from your lips before handing it to Joel. You exhaled as he took a hit, taking the time to look at him. He looked freshly fucked, but peaceful. You smirk at the thought as the sounds of his moans replay in your head, arousing you once more. You squirm in your seat, and Joel notices.

He looks at you with a quirked eyebrow but doesn’t say a word as he hands you the joint again. You take it and move closer to him, inhaling before grabbing his jaw softly so he had to open his mouth. Your face was mere inches from his when you blew the smoke into his mouth. His warm hand grasped your bare thigh, giving it a squeeze. He took one more hit before he leaned forward to stub the half finished joint in the tin box.

He leans back and looks at you, tongue poking out to wet his lips. The tension was thick and god, you just wanted him to fuck you again.

You don’t know if it was the way he was looking at you or the weed (hell, could’ve been both), but you took the initiative to straddle his lap and kiss him hungrily. He chuckled into the kiss at first before moving his hands over your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. You moaned into the kiss, bucking your hips down onto his now half-hard cock.

You pulled away for a quick breather, and Joel had a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Insatiable little thing, aren’t ya?” He tsked.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, Miller.” You retorted, grinding your hips down onto him. He could feel how wet you were through the thin fabric of his boxers, and he groaned softly.

“Fuck, angel. You’re gonna be the death of me.” Joel brought his lips back to yours and you both kissed each other with such fervor. Your hands tangled in his hair as you rocked your hips back and forth, the friction from the cloth of his boxers catching your clit just right. You separated your lips from Joel’s and trailed soft kisses down his jawline, taking your time as you moved down to that one spot on his neck that you knew drove him wild.

You nipped at the spot, licking it to soothe the bite as his fingers dug into your flesh. Your kisses trailed even further to his collarbones and dragged your lips back up to his. You separated from him for a second, staring into his dark eyes as you felt the high consume your body. You lazily smiled at him before toying with his hair.

“Need you, Joel.” Your voice is a soft purr, and he grips your hips in response.

“Guess I can’t keep you waitin’ then, huh baby?” He teases. His eyes were hooded as they stared over your features, not giving one damn in the whole world in that moment that you were his best friend’s daughter.

You made him feel things he hadn’t felt in a very long time, but he’d take those feelings to his grave before he ever admitted that to you.

Wordlessly, Joel picked you up by your thighs and brought you both into the house, back door slamming shut as he made his way upstairs with you. You littered his neck with slow, wet, sloppy kisses in the meantime. When he got to his bedroom, he laid you down on his bed. He couldn’t help but admire you from above, taking his time to soak in the view of you in his t-shirt.

You whined softly, bringing yourself up on your elbows so you could pout at him playfully. “Don’t keep me waiting Mr. Miller.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He slots himself between your legs, holding himself up by his forearms. He could feel the weed taking its affect on his body as his mind begins to become hazy. He feels elated and all he wants to do is kiss you and fuck you slowly. It was his way of showing you how much you actually meant to him without saying a single word.

So, he did just that. He leaned down to capture your lips with his, cradling your face softly with one hand as the other cupped your heat, sliding his fingers against the slickness that had once again gathered.

He went slow. Gentle. Like you were a precious doll made of porcelain and if he made any sudden movements, you’d crack. He doesn’t know how he got tangled into this, how he fell for his best friend’s daughter. It was unfair. Unfair that he couldn’t like a woman his age, nonetheless a woman that wasn’t his best friend’s daughter. Unfair that you were perfect to him and everything he’s ever wanted. It was so fucking unfair.

Your wanton moans broke him from his heavier thoughts, ones that clenched at his heart in the slightest. He moved down your body, leaving sloppy kisses along the way until he was faced with your slick, aching cunt. You shivered as his hot breath hit your core, silently begging the man to use his skilled tongue on you.

Luckily he didn’t keep you waiting much longer. He delved his tongue into your heat, starting with precision as he flicked over your clit multiple times. You inhaled sharply at the sensitivity already there, but bliss soon took over and you tangled your fingers through his already disheveled hair, pushing his face into you more. He moaned at the action, completely blissed out while he was eating you out like a man starved.

He was sloppy with it this time, not caring that your arousal was on his bed sheets and all over the bottom half of his face. He took two fingers and sunk them into you, curling them up to find that spongy spot that drove you wild. Your hips were writhing beneath him, and he looked up at you with an adoring stare.

He loved to see the way he made you feel, at least physically. You never really spoke of your feelings or emotions toward him, if you had any in the first place. Maybe this was just sex for you. An experienced, older man knowing what makes your body tick. What you like, and how you like it. The thought made his heart sink a little but he always had to pull himself back to the reality of it all: you two were never going to happen.

Joel admits he’s a bit delusional for having such thoughts, and he wishes he could whisk them away and forget he ever even had them. But, the more time he spend with you, the harder he found to do so.

Your unraveling is what pulled him from his nagging thoughts. You moaned loudly, cumming hard around his fingers and mouth. He made sure to clean every drop you gave him, like the gentleman he is.

He moved up your body again and pressed kisses against your abdomen, sliding his shirt on you up with his hands so he could envelope the soft flesh of your breasts into his mouth. You whined at the feeling, his hot tongue making you flutter around nothing once again.

“Need you, Joel. Please.” You repeat, voice much more coarse post-release, but who could blame you? Joel Miller was a man who knew how to give earth-shattering orgasms.

“Need you too, baby.” In more ways than one.

He slid his boxers off to free his painfully hard erection, sliding the tip of his cock against your folds before pushing into you slowly. No matter how aroused you were, you always found yourself having to adjust to his girthy size. You two’ve fucked countless times before in the past month and the sheer size of him astonishes you every single time.

You gasp softly as he sank to the hilt, bottoming out into you with a low groan. You lazily wrapped your legs around his waist, breath ragged as you focused on the pure pleasure that is Joel Miller. His pace was slow and his lips were tentative. He made sure to kiss you all over your face and neck as he slid in and out of you languidly.

The room was a mix full of moans and skin on skin and the smell of sex. It was impressive how Joel’s libido really was. But, then again, you never took into account that it was just you that drove him wild. Your eyes fluttered open for a second and you saw Joel staring down at you with a look in his dark eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher. It was one you’d never seen before, but it was soft and full of emotion. You batted your lashes before bringing him down by his neck gently to kiss him, and in that moment, it felt so intimate. His slow pace, the passionate kiss, the unsaid words and the look in his eyes was telling you that this was more to him than just sex.

But why you? Fuck. Maybe it was just your stoned mind overthinking everything. Yeah—that’s it. This meant nothing more than just a casual fuck, as you two’ve been doing all along.

Joel’s pace got slightly faster, but not by much. If you were completely sober you’d be well aware of the fact that this was like him making love to you. Sober you would’ve stopped this from the jump. Sober you would’ve told him to fuck you until you saw stars. But, intoxicated you secretly enjoyed the slowness and fullness of the man above you, rocking in and out of you with such tenderness.

Joel’s hand moved down to your already aching and swollen clit, rubbing small circles around it. You clenched around him which caused him to groan, and you knew you both were close.

“‘M close.” Joel choked out the words, and you nodded in accordance.

“Me too.” You meekly uttered, head tossed back onto his pillow as your jaw fell slack. The burning heat in your core rushed throughout your body, and Joel came undone at your undoing. You both moaned loudly in unison, thanking the heavens above that Sarah was at a friend’s house tonight.

Joel plopped down beside you on the bed, both of you breathless and fucked out. You noticed that your high was sadly starting to waver, but you got the munchies. You sat up slowly, brushing your hair out of your face before turning your head to look down at Joel. He was already looking at you with curiosity, and you offered him a small smile.

“Got any snacks?” You ask, and he laughs.

“C’mon darlin’, let’s satisfy those cravings.” Joel’s cheeky innuendo didn’t go unnoticed as his shirt fell down your bare body once again. You both went downstairs after he put his boxers on again and raided the cupboards for the good snacks, which were indeed Sarah’s. Joel made a mental note to replace them later.

He looked at you as you munched on some chips ahoy cookies from a small bag. This felt way too domestic, but a part of him didn’t mind it.

Maybe in another life, in another universe, you wouldn’t be off limits. You’d be his, and you’d both be happy.

Maybe in another life, in another universe, you felt the same way about him as he did for you.

Just maybe.

i don’t really have a tag list but as promised i’d tag you @cool-iguana i hope you enjoyed this &lt;3

[whimsicalpolitical]

I need 15 with matty omg (for the prompt list) 🫶🫶🫶🫶

15 -> (stargazing that turns into sex)

thank you for the request :) - 18+MDNI

would love to stargaze with Matty ;)

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The night sky stretches endlessly above as you lay on the blanket, the cool grass beneath you and the vast cosmos above., with his tousled hair laying beside you, his hand casually intertwined with yours. The air is crisp, filled with the faint scent of blooming flowers and the distant hum of city life.

“Look at that,” Matty murmurs, pointing upwards. “Cassiopeia. The queen in her throne.”

You follow his gaze, tracing the familiar W shape of the constellation. “You know your stars,” you tease, nudging him gently.

He chuckles, the sound warm in the stillness of the night. “A little. Think s’ just fascinating y’know.”

Matty takes a drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing a soft orange in the darkness. The smoke curls lazily around his face, adding an air of mystery to his already enigmatic presence. You turn onto your side, propping your head up with one hand, and watch him. There is something hypnotic about the way he moves, each action deliberate and filled with a quiet intensity.

He catches your gaze and raises his eyebrows, “what?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lip.

You shrug, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Just enjoying the view.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles, “fancy a drag?” he holds the cigarette out for you.

You take it from him, your fingers brushing in the exchange. Bringing it to your lips, you take a slow, practiced drag, exhaling the smoke into the cool night air. His eyes follow the movement, darkening with a mix of admiration and something more primal.

“You’ve picked up a habit,” he says, his voice laced with amusement.

You hand the cigarette back to him, your eyes locked. “I did. Because of you.”

His grin widens, a spark of pride and something else lighting up his face. “So, m’ a bad influence, then?”

“Maybe, I don’t mind at all though.”

He ignores your answer and brings the cigarette to your mouth again. You breathe in the smoke and exhale it, like usual.

After that Matty stubs out the cigarette on the ground and leans in to brush his thumb against your bottom lip, biting his own.

His hand cups your cheek, his thumb still your bottom lip as his lips move against yours with a fervor that makes your heart race.

The taste of smoke and mint linger on his lips, a combination that makes you dizzy with desire. You respond in kind, hand slipping around his neck to pull him closer.

Without breaking the kiss, Matty shifts, gently settling himself on top of you. The weight of his body against yours is intoxicating, grounding you in the moment. His hands frame your face as he deepens the kiss, your breaths mingling, the intensity of your connection growing with each passing second.

“You drive me absolutely mad, you know that?” He whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

“Good,” you smile, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

“You do know that this is on my fucking bucket list right?” He smirks, sucking sweetly on your neck.

“What is?” You breathe out.

He comes up to your face to kiss your lips, “shagging under the stars.”

Your giggle turns into a whine when he starts grinding his bulge into you. “S what we’re doing isn’t it?”

You don’t answer, hoping for him to just keep the steady rhythm.

“Hm, love,” he pinches your side, “you up for a bit of fun?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “of course.”

“S’ my girl,” he grins, pulling your skirt up, not bothering to undress you because it’s still night and you wouldn’t want a cold.

You’re always turned on around Matty, you’re also a big fan of quickies, the passion and determination in Matty bigger than ever. He pulls your panties down, just on the height of your knees, the cold air not having a chance to hit your core because Matty’s bulge is still rubbing against you.

You feel Matty remove his hands from your waist, lifting his hips to tug his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard cock, whining into your mouth as he strokes the shaft a few times, his other hand moving to cup your core, running the tip of his middle finger through your folds, whining into your mouth at the feeling of how wet you were, the sensation making you gasp, your lips disconnecting.

“Fucking need you so bad.”

“Think I now,” you tease, before leaning in to press your lips against his again, running your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly, the action eliciting a moan from him.

“Brat,” he hisses, lining his cock up with your entrance, the both of you groaning when he’s finally inside of you. “You’re the dirty one, letting me fuck you whenever I want.”

You breathe in gasps as you adjust to the stretch of Matty’s cock, the tip kissing your cervix and making your mind go completely blank as you grip his shirt in your hands, your eyes falling closed and your head dropping forward to rest your forehead on his shoulder, Matty’s hands running up and down your back as he sighs in your ear. “Squeezing me so good, love.”

Matty pushes his hips into you, his length stroking your walls making you hum in delight. His breath becomes heavy as he pulls out just enough before rutting back in you with skill. Your face begins to feel hot as Matty begins to find a good rhythm. You can feel the sweat building on your forehead, the air cold against your scalp. 

“Can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I am,” you confirm, “m’yours Matty.”

“Jesus,” Matty picks up his pace again, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. You feel overcome with an ambitious heat throughout your body. You push Matty’s shoulders up trying your best to cool down without stopping your chase to your high.

You’re literally touching, no gripping grass, trying to chill but Matty’s fucking you so good.

“Tell me you’re close,” he groans, “please.”

“I am Matty.”

“Go on then,” he muses reaching between you two, fingers circling quickly between your thighs to bring you to climax even faster. “Cum f’ me.”

You are, gasping, moaning, writhing underneath him as you lean your head back, seeing actual stars.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes out, pulling out of you after he reached his own climax.

He pulls his boxers and pants up and drops next to you again, lighting his next cigarette.

“You’re everything, darling.”

[wasyago]

YAGO!!!! GAHFRHRHAHARHAHRHRF IM BACK (Design Detail Anon back << i dont know what to call myself LOL) I HAVE MORE WORDS

WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON BIOLUMINESCENT TRITONS?!!!?! Obviously Gillion's eyes and coral already glow cause of his funky scrungly squelchy magic BUT what if... he had little glowing freckles... scales? im not fully sure how fish people work.

Your designs for Gillion and Edyn already do an amazing job of separating their underwater biology from humans like Chip and Jay (thinking of the glossy skin, the tails, and the yellow sclera/slitted eyes)- like it's very easy to tell by looking at them that while they are People they are very much FISH People. Which of course sounds pretty obvious but I mention it because a lot of triton art I see usually just looks like a blue person with gills and fins, if that makes sense.

But to expand on my original question- both Gill and Edyn are from the trench, and, in my logic, adjacent at the very least, to other deep sea creatures like anglar fish and some squids. They already have darkvision but the image of them having little hidden patterns when they get super deep in the ocean is... so cute...

im realizing after Ive written all of this that it kinda stopped being a question and started being a ramble so I do apologize :']

(on another note I love your caspian redesign it does a really sweet job of incorporating literal elements of water into his features *smooches him* **respectfully***)

OMG!!!! i love all your thoughts this is so cool thank you for sharing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and thank you!! i tried very hard to make caspian look like a water spirit and not an ocean creature and still make him interesting visually...)

you know, now that you've said that the trench is deep under water im realizing that it's something i didn't actually think about. like, i remember hearing Gill say that he's from the trench, but it never actually registered in my brain that trench = deep and dark. everything makes so much sense now oh my god.... finn saying "why did they keep this from us" about the sun, because the sun simply doesn't reach to where they live...

i dont know why i imagined the capital as this bright white sunny coral reef when it should be dark and mysterious and harsh with no sunlight. bruh. it makes so much seeeense. and all the talk about strict rules for safety and foodchain and danger, because they're literally so deep there's a lot of giant spooky creatures.... hold on im having a worldview change.... oh god....

considering all this... YES bioluminescent tritons!!!!!!!!!!!! i imagine they don't glow too much, since while tritons are pretty smart they don't have a lot of natural protection from predators and attracting attention would be suboptimal. but they do have glowing parts for um... reasons. idk, they're magical creatures in a magical world.

i imagine their stripes and eyes and hair and underbellies all emit a glow in low lighting, and in complete darkness only the stripes are visible. and every triton has a unique stripe pattern or color so they're all different like that.

idk how it actually works. like, if they glow in any darkness or only in the darkness under water (although it wouldn't make a difference since they're always wet) or only when they're very deep or if they can choose when to glow or when to not, but its still a very cool detail!!!!!!!!!!! glowy fishy people yayyy

[incorrect-riordanverse]

finally reading tsats here are my live thoughts (spoilers, obviously):

i’m so excited because some pages are darkly decorated and its so cool. still don’t vibe with the title though (the sun IS a star and its peeving me)

why are we talking about dating darth vader 😟 where are we rn (anakin is a yes, but DARTH VADER???)

maybe i’m too old but the jokes are not funny 😭

“this whole place feels like my soul. empty and dark. dark as the pit of the underworld.” <- i don’t care if he’s joking nico would never say thissss 🙏😭 we’re only 10 pages in but please stop butchering my fav character he’s not himselffff i am cringing so bad

i know i’m being dramatic but if they do nico dirty in this book i’m going to end it all

oh my god i don’t think i’ve thought about the words “significant annoyance” in so long. bringing back good memories for sure.

i can tell which parts were written by riordan and which parts were written by oshiro. i don’t think their voices are blending very well together…

also, maybe it’s because it’s the start of the book and they’re trying to familiarise new readers quickly with the characters but it feels like they’re making nico the caricature of ‘emo and shadow and ebony darkness dementia raven way 🥀⛓️🖤’ and will the caricature of ‘happy and sunshine and blonde and flower gleam and glow ☀️🌈🫧’ and i usually like this dynamic when it’s not blatantly pointed out every other page. i have faith they’ll show more complexity than this later on though. future yan will let me know by the end. (future yan here, im not at the end but the characterisation def does get more complex thank gods)

oh ok so it is bob the titan

since when was nico’s actual name niccolo??? how did i forget this detail??

“you have to listen if not you’ll share my fate.” “ominous much?” <- ok he’s finally himself again guys it’s all good

the one-sided beef nico has with percy will never not be funny

“cookie monster appeared over the mouth of the jar, reached inside and gobbled up nico like the chocolate-chip cookie he was.” <- nevermind i’ve gone back to hating this book again

“what was one straight boy when you spent your whole life longing for the impossible?” <- i’m reminded of that time a few years back where everyone made ‘having an unrequited crush on percy’ nico’s whole fanon personality, so i’m glad they addressed this somewhat. this boy has been through so much and people really thought crushing on percy was the biggest thing to focus on about ‘nico angst.’

“we made a mistake. you have to fix it.” <- call me a red flag but if i was nico i would do anything and everything to not go. i would medicate myself so highly on sleeping pills that i can’t dream (doctor bf can go kick rocks). i would track percy and annabeth down and haul their asses into tartarus instead to do it. and if i had to go i would only go in to kill bob myself for sending me those traumatic ass nightmares. no thx. bro willingly jumped in himself and now wants me to save him. nuh uh.

not cupid being will 😭 its like his aphrodite 😭 i am not well.

they always have a really good and emotionally moving scene and they ruin it with a dumb joke. let it be heavy 👏👏

something’s really fishy and i have a feeling that it might not be bob calling for him

if this whole “grumpy ball of darkness” thing continues i will actually lose it

you can’t tell me the percabeth pep talk was actually needed. i will forgive it because i miss them though

im sensing tension in the gap between nico’s connection to the underworld and his relationship with will and i’m here for ittttt. give me the dramaaa

who is the gorgyra girl and why is she in their business sm?

oh shit a will solace pov??? christmas came early 🙏

nevermind that whole nightmare sequence was so fucked up 😭😭

somebody HELP HIM i never thought we would get will angst (nico angst fs, but will???)

DONT JUMP IN THE STYX PLEASE

SOMEBODY TELL HIM HE’S HELPFUL OMG

nico strangling epiales in his sleep is so fucking cool he’s literally HIM he’s literally THAT GUY

[solxamber]

I want to kiss Malleus’ forehead scale, so baaaad like just gently brush away his hair then lean in and focnduskxnhfjfoskal omg bby gurl 🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹 death by lightning would be worth itttt

helpp you've put this thought into my head I'm gonna combust. he'd never smite us he's also down horrendous trust me!!!

he's so babygirl I'm gonna collapse

(I couldn't control myself here's a little drabble)

The night is quiet, with a soft breeze weaving through the garden. Malleus stands before you under the starlit sky, looking regal and otherworldly, his eyes glowing faintly with that dark fae allure. His usual calmness feels softer now, like he’s finally at ease, his shoulders relaxed and his face so close that you can see every detail—the angle of his cheekbones, the deep green of his eyes, and just barely hidden beneath his hair, that small, dark scale on his forehead.

You’ve been glancing at it for ages, wondering if he ever notices how much you look at it, drawn to that little mark. It’s such a small part of him, but so undeniably Malleus—regal and unique, like a hidden crown.

“Something on your mind?” he asks, one brow quirking up with a slight, amused smile. There’s a glint in his eye, like he knows exactly what’s caught your attention, but he’s waiting to see if you’ll actually do something about it.

Heart beating faster, you brush your fingers over his bangs, gently moving them aside. Malleus’s eyes widen just a touch, a mixture of curiosity and surprise in his gaze. He stays absolutely still, watching you intently.

You lean in, pressing a gentle, reverent kiss to that small, dark scale. It’s cool and smooth under your lips, and for a moment, you can feel his heartbeat quicken under your touch. The kiss is tender, a quiet gesture that says everything you haven’t put into words just yet.

When you pull back, you find Malleus looking at you with a mixture of astonishment and delight, his eyes crinkling at the edges. He seems to be genuinely amused, like your boldness has caught him off guard in the best possible way.

“Ah, my dear,” he murmurs, and there’s a soft laugh in his voice. “You surprise me yet again.”

Before you can reply, he takes your hand in his own, bringing it up slowly, reverently, and brushes his lips against your knuckles. His gaze never leaves yours, the warmth of his breath against your skin sending a thrill through you. It’s such a princely gesture, a kiss as full of unspoken words as the one you just gave him.

For a moment, the two of you just stand there, hands still entwined, sharing a private, quiet moment under the stars. His gaze is warm, his usual regality tempered with something more personal, something reserved just for you.

“Such boldness,” he murmurs, and his voice is teasing, but there’s a softness beneath it, like he’s holding back a laugh—or perhaps something even more vulnerable. "But then again, I wouldn’t have expected anything less."

You smile, feeling warmth flood your cheeks, but you don’t pull your hand away. Instead, you let the moment linger, both of you savoring the quietness, the closeness. It feels like a promise—a silent understanding that perhaps, this is only the beginning of a much deeper story between the two of you.