#god everytime someone mentions pants

[oifaaa]

Should Robin wear pants?

Depends on which robin - Dick: no Jason Steph Tim Damian Nico: yes

[roturo]

₊˚ෆ FALSE GOD

warnings: masturbation, sex, smut, porn with no plot, unprocteted sex, overstimulation, use of toys, cunnilingus, mentions of low/high sex drive, dom/sub dynamics, shaming, humilliation, blue balls, edging, corruption kink, mentions of somnophilia, and twitter links. (Gojo, Geto & Nanami)

author's note: this is not a goodbye, but take it as a see you soon writing.

part 2 (coming soon if it’s well received)

gojo satoru

He's been annoying you the whole morning while trying to coach the kids on their training– slapping his hand away everytime it lowers down from your lower back and giving him a glaring look.

Both of you talked about this. Not letting his high sex drive come across work, and mostly in front of his students.He looked like a lost puppy, searching for attention and someone to relieve his needs.

“Gojo. Stop it–” You pushed his hand away from you, looking back to see if someone else noticed what’s going on. “But I can’t princess, I need you right now~” He whined in your ear, he was about to throw a tantrum if you continued neglecting him this way. It’s been two weeks without sex, can you believe it? Two weeks! He prefers fighting Mahito’s annoying ass again on his own rather than pass one day without inside you.

“It’s not the time right now– and I'm not in the mood either.”

Okay. First of all he knew you weren’t too into sex, and he accepted it! He respected your boundaries, and he didn’t only want you for the sex, he loved you for who you are! But the way you said his last name instead of his first name, and looking like you were about to slap him turned him on even more.

He wouldn’t stop whining and throwing tantrums for your touch, opting for dismissing the class early so they could go to sleep or wherever, it’s weekend anyways. 

Both of you sat in silence in his office. Waiting for someone to break the tense silence thanks to him— and he was about to do it, but the moment your mouth opened his mind got in control of your sweet voice.

“Get up and take your pants off. Briefs too-” His eyes light up like a kid when receiving a lollipop for behaving like a good boy he is. He took off his shirt too, feeling like it was drowning him and taking the air out of him because this was the first time you were really taking control over all this.

“Sit.” He did as you said, his cock proudly standing tall and full of cum to dump wherever you wanted him too. But he wasn’t too lucky this time, because the moment you stepped closer to him and his desk, searching for one of his blindfolds he usually leaves there– you kneeled down infront of his, massaging his hard balls that made him moan out loud– taking them in one hand, they were heavy. His blindfold was around them, in a knot– tighten them. 

The moment you started jerking off he knew he wouldn’t come as easy as he would. It was wet, really wet– and all thanks to his pre-cum leaving his cock, he was begging for release, he couldn’t come, literally and physically. It was impeding him from cumming, it felt ten times worse than not having your touch– He had it now, but at what cost?

“Aw, look at those blue balls!” You laughed in front of him and slightly slapped the red swollen head of his cock– he was crying, he never did. But it felt so good but it hurt so much at the same time.  You took off the blindfold, cum coming out like a big wave, wetting his abdomen, part of his chest and your neck too. His moan almost sounded like a scream, cries and nervous laughs coming out of him– He came but you continued jerking him off, this time overstimulating him instead of edging him– He doesn’t know what was worse. Coherent words were long lost, babbling out trying to stop himself but he couldn’t move himself, way too lost in the pleasure to be able to stop you.

“Let’s see if you can atleast last a week without acting like a fucking horny virgin bitch this time mhm?, let’s make you cum again just to make sure, yeah?”

geto suguru

Geto is a morning wood guy. And he knows you have a low libido, actually Suguru is the only one you’ve sex with. 

“I’m scared of dicks ´guru” You whispered, kneeled down in front of him, you were at his dorm, it was 11 P.M and you decided to lose your virginity to Geto assuring he’s the one and you’ve never felt safe in someone else’s arms– he chuckled and looked at you with loving eyes– one of his hands caressed your cheek, “How are you going to be afraid of dicks and want to suck me off at the same time princess? Mhm?”

He laughed at himself at the memory, now you were 6 years together and he’s eager to know how your life is going to be with him, having a wedding, getting a house together, making you pregnant… full of him, shit. This is not helping with the main problem right now.

He’s a decent man. At least that’s what he thinks about himself– he’s not horny all the time like Satoru. Maybe that’s his form of love language? Satoru is a weird ass anyways– he thinks to himself while scrunching his eyebrows together, –stop thinking about him Suguru!, it’s going to make you puke instead of helping the problem… He was looking at the ceiling of your room while you’re sleeping right beside him. He doesn’t want to wake you up, you deserve to have a nice and comfortable sleep.

But the pain down there is not going anywhere, not even with a cold shower. He knows to identify his morning woods– living with them for his whole life, I guess. Unconsciously one of his hands is now touching himself through his boxers making him moan, his free hand quickly covering his mouth and looking to his side to find you still sleeping.   

He swears he’s about to slap himself to stop this and suck it up, but he feels your hand stopping him. “Are you okay baby?, I heard something and I thought you hurt yourself or something.”

Oh my god… How could you be so… pure? So perfect for him, always making sure he’s okay, your sleepy voice sounding deeper than your normal voice… His shirt is way too big for you that he swears if he moves his head a little higher he could see your nipples. Shit Suguru, you turned it sexual again!

Should he just… ask you? beg you? beg and cry for some release? Would he sound as horny as a teenager? This problem should be for teenagers! Not for a grown ass man like him!

“Um… I might just had a little problem down there”

“Might? Little?”

His flushed face was cute, his body was fully uncovered by the blankets, leaving him with his chest exposed and a clear wet patch on his boxers.

“C’mon baby, let me help you” He called out your name, trying to stop you the moment you placed your hand on the elastic of his underwear— in one swift motion you freed his cock, catching a glance of how swollen it was due the negligence of the past weeks. 

The moment Suguru felt the cold breeze on him, he came.

He fucking came with no touch.

Damn embarrassing.

“Aw, cute. Want me to suck you off?”

nanami kento

You haven’t rushed things with Nanami yet. Both of you were such a cute couple that made people gag. 

He’s amazing, not like any other boys you have met before, he treated you nice, spoiled you and mostly respected you– in a world of boys, he’s a gentleman. 

He’s such a hard working guy, such an inspiration, so committed to both of his works that you tell him if you ever get married you’ll be the best housewife he could ever have because he deserves it.

But one thing about Nanami is that he keeps things to himself. Just like the boner he has right now by imagining you being his little housewife. He really needs to leave this office right now and relieve some… stress.

The last weeks have been hard for him, naturally affecting your relationship with him. He was always tired, even more earnest and quiet. You know he’s bad at telling what he feels, and he’s always stressed by something– but you have never seen him like this. Like ever.

When he tries to distress himself he just keeps failing over and over again, not being enough and having to suck it up and continue his day with a hard poking erection most likely visible in his pants. That’s why he remains seated most of the time.

But one day he went to your house after work. It was impossible to not notice his erection even when he’s trying to hide with his briefcase or on the sofa. 

“Take your pants off Kento.” You’re not a big fan of sex, Nanami knows that, he hasn’t even had sex with you before! So this caught him by surprise, the red on his cheeks spanding through his neck.

“E-excuse me? I’m sorry, what honey?” 

“You heard me, take your pants off.” He’s seated on your sofa– unloosened tie, two or three bottoms of his shirt undone, messy hair, in his socks but that damn thing was literally capable of breaking his pants if it didn’t have some release.

He slowly started unbuckling his pants, losing his mental battle and accepting what he needed, and if you were willing to do it, all he could do is take it– but dear god, it was even worse.

All you would do is touch him. Through his briefs. Just the feeling of your fingers through them. Touching the tip was the worst part.

And he couldn’t believe that the most simple touch is capable of making him cum with just your fingers than him raming and jerking off the hardest he has ever tried.

[nuemanfilms]

#ILUVIT

summary once you manage to get infected by some sort of pollen, sam offers to help once he realizes you both can’t take it anymore. He always was so soft on you.

content warnings virgin!innocent!reader, fem!reader, softdom!sam, piv, fingering, praise, sweet talk, cooing/reassurance, lack of shame, creampie, breeding kink, mention of fem!reader’s crush on sam and him being oblivious, sam does return feelings, he’s just stupid about it, inexperience, sam’s brief guilt about taking advantage, selfishness, crying, scratching, slight mention of sam marking reader (a hickey), 2.4k+

notes this was based on pollen req but for the love of god I could not find in my inbox. wow, i wrote a lot for an hour and 30 minutes?!!

motivation to write was from reading @immodestly-marina ‘s soulless!sam fic. for the love of god go read. it’s perfect.

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It wasn’t unusual for a case not to go wrong, it was common for the creature to outsmart you and the brothers — but not like this.

Dean killed the witch, moments after she hit you with some kind of pollen. The effects didn’t kick in until Dean left in the impala to the bar down the road — Obviously pissed at how the hunt turned out (and how he had to buy a new knife.) Sam stayed with you back at the motel, the concern etched on his features every time you looked over at him on the other side of the bed.

You were hot. Not in the attractive way, well that too, but you were burning up. Sam could practically feel your body heat torching his skin. Your cheeks were flushed an embarrassing tint of pink that you knew if the Elder was here, you’d get teased for it.

It was no secret you had a crush on Sam. Who wouldn’t? Everyone you’ve ever met could see it but the man himself.

Who could blame you, though. Really? Everytime he trained his gaze on someone whether he was sitting up or down - they were met with his puppy-dog eyes. Emerald irises gazing on whoever he was focused on or paid attention towards. It was one of the most noticeable things that the younger possessed, you simply couldn’t miss them.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out your behavior change(s) and put the puzzle pieces together. Your thighs were pressed together tightly, almost clenched. Your hands were pressed together in a fist in your lap while you avoided Sam’s eye contact at all times. You reeked of arousal, of sex.

It was making the front of Sam’s pants tighter than he thought possible.

He didn’t want to take advantage of you in this state, well, he believed he was. You were under the influence of a witch. It was still you, the problem was it just made every desire you’d even thought resurface. It made the shame that would normally guilt disappear.

Dean was still away of course, he probably wouldn’t be back until morning due to his little rage about his weapon. He was nervous to even ask the question despite his inner monologue telling him to do it before it was too late.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “Do you, um, Do you want me to help… you?” His voice made your head perk up. You knew how you were feeling, you were trying your best to not pounce on the man right now. Despite knowing that you were inexperienced.

You wanted to say a verbal answer, but the only thing you could get out was a small ‘Uh-huh’. It’s not that you’d never kissed before, you’ve just never done it before. You’d normally be embarrassed by it but right now you couldn’t find the shame to care.

“I’ve never- never done it before…” You confessed shakily under your breath, it was loud enough for the taller man to hear though. His eyes darted down to you, his hands lifted hesitantly.

“I don’t mind, I just, Are you sure?” You weren’t that out of it to not answer with a verbal confirmation.

“Yeah.”

The firm grip he had on your hips was gentle, like he was treating you as if you would break with the wrong move. You laid beneath him, looking up at him with doll-like eyes that could make any man melt to their knees. If this was a sin, Sam would gladly burn in hell for it.

You freed yourself from the jeans you wore, leaving you in cotton panties. You were obviously unprepared, and that somehow made it even more attractive. They were white. His favorite color on you. Any color looked perfect on you, but this one? This one was his favorite.

He lifted his hands up, hovering over the hem of them. His eyes darted down to yours, “Can I take these off, Honey?” his voice sounded like a whisper, so syrupy sweet. He was so sweet on you, you nodded your head. Nimble fingers reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

Cold fingertips hooked into the hem of your panties, pulling them down slowly but steadily. Once he managed to slip them past your feet, you let out a breathy whimper from being exposed to the cold air. Sam let out a dark chuckle. The simplest thing made you shiver, it was cute. He believed he was the luckiest man in the world to be above you right now.

Your lips parted in an attempt to get words out, but all that fell from your lips was a whine. Sam’s breath hitched at the desperation you held for him, he’d never seen a girl like this, nonetheless you like this for him.

“Can I touch you, baby? ‘s okay if I do that, right?” It was like he was cooing you, coaxing you into further submission despite the submissive state you were already in. The 6’4 man hovered above you, looking down at you so lovingly it made you soak visibly.

“Yes, yes please…” a smile curled up on his lips at the manners you used. You were always so polite, addressing him and his brother as ‘sir’ when you first met them. Even in such a compromising situation like this, you still had that innocent aura surrounding you. He loved it.

“Thanks, sweetheart. So pretty lookin’ like this too, God—” You really did look angelic.

His fingers reached down to brush up your folds, earning a gasp from your parted lips. Sam quickly shushed you, you were foreign to his touch. You were new to this, he kept that in mind. His voice was soft as ever, “Hey, hey… jus’ me, Sweet girl. It’s okay, just relax for me… ‘atta girl.” You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

He started trailing his finger up your folds while his free hand held a grip on the side of your hip. Keeping you still in place so you wouldn’t squirm too much. His thumb reached up to rub at your pearl, and he felt your shaky hands claw at your back from the new feeling. He groaned, stroking you so softly you could barely comprehend it.

“That’s my girl, see? So wet, so damn perfect. You’re an angel, ‘kay? My angel.” He praised, you nodded in response. It was the only thing you knew how to do it seemed. You held onto him tightly, leaving your own mark in red streaks.

“Gonna start with one, yeah?” He gently pushed his middle finger past your entrance. The sound that left your lips was so quiet yet so loud. The mix between a whine, a whimper. You were squeezing his fingers so tight and he hadn’t even moved them yet.

He looked down at his single digit, knuckles deep inside of you. Sam pressed a kiss to the side of your head, constantly whispering sweet words to ease you into it. He started pumping one finger, then two. You looked so in bliss, he couldn’t imagine how you could get even more beautiful than you already were. He was the one making you feel like this. He was taking your purity, your innocence for his own.

Two fingers steadily pumped out of you, occasionally curling inside of you. Brushing against your gummy walls causing you to let out more mewls and incoherent pleas that you didn’t even know were for.

“Sam—“ You choked out, you were already close. He was proud of himself for getting you to the edge that quick, knowing that he was making you feel this immense pleasure.

“I know, Honey— Just ease into it, c’mon… melt into me like that, yeah?” You were singing a melody into his skin, it was tempting. Similar to a siren’s song and you had no idea the pull you had on him already.

He worked faster, just teetering you over the edge slightly more. He had you loosened up, getting closer and closer to orgasm with each push of his fingers.

The shockwaves that spasmed through your body made you gasp and cry out for him. The way his name spilled from your lips had him twitching in his briefs. He didn’t think he could get tired of this, of you. He never would.

The kisses he littered on your face and your jaw were a way to coo you, to calm you down. He gently pulled his fingers from your cunt, a moan left his lips at the mess you coated his hand with. All the way to his knuckles.

“Fuck, that was perfect, Sweetheart… you’re a natural. So beautiful, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your lips, his eyes widened for a split second at how quick you retaliated. The newfound eagerness in the way you moved your lips against his almost had him taking you right there within seconds. But this wasn’t about him, he didn’t want to be selfish as much as he had the urge.

When his lips pulled away just a second, a needy plea escaped your lips to bring him back to you.

“‘m not done yet, honey… promise. You wanna help me too, right?” His fingers cupped your chin between two of them. Lifting it up so you could look at him. The sight of you was absolutely gorgeous.

Your lips swollen from his kisses, a fresh mark forming on the flesh of your neck from his lips, and the slick between your thighs because of his fingertips. It turned him on more just to the thought of knowing he did this to you. He ruined you for himself. He got a little selfish just thinking about it.

“I wanna help you, Sammy… Can I help you?” How could you still sound so innocent? You were an angel sent from heaven it seemed like. You were everything he would imagine at night, and here you were. In his grasp. His hands.

“Good girl, c’mon, scoot back f’ me.” He adjusted you to the position he wanted you in, laid beneath him. When he tugged his boxers down, the sight of him made you nervous and in awe at the same time. He could see the mix on your face and he smirked faintly.

“Loosened you up, enough. Don’t worry, ‘s gonna hurt for a minute… that’s it, baby.” You nodded in a response, your doe eyes in a daze on how he lined up with you so easily. His hand cupped your thigh, guiding it upwards to wrap around his waist. His other hand moved to pump himself a few times, his eyes rolling back slightly just at the feel and the image of what he was about to do to you.

Once his head nudged against your entrance, Sam paused. He still wanted to make sure, “Are you sure, Honey? Need to know you’re sure, ‘kay?” You nodded quickly, before giving a coherent answer.

“Please.”

Sam guided your lips to his while he pushed in, his lips swallowed your moans almost greedily. Like he couldn’t get enough no matter how hard he tried. He was halfway in, and you were still squeezing him like a vice.

The guttural noise that left his lips was pornographic, along with the mewls and cries you gave him. He fed off it like it was his only supply. Selfishly enveloping them all.

“Almost- shit, almost there… Look how good you’re doing, baby. Y’ see that? See how you’re taking it?” He gritted his teeth to let out a hiss at your body’s response to his words. His middle and index finger rubbed at your clit feverishly, trying to loosen you up further so he could fill you completely.

You felt so full, so full of him. You couldn’t get enough, your eyes were wide, your lips were parted in a silent cry when he finally bottomed out. The praises and the dirty talk combined made everything so much more euphoric. He hadn’t moved yet and you were in ecstasy.

Sam knew he had to give you time to adjust, he knew this was your first time — but he also didn’t know if he could hold back for the remaining moments. The claws of your nails were sharp, digging into his scarred skin. He couldn’t explain it, Sam couldn’t explain how much that pain increased his arousal.

“M-Move? Can you- can you…” The words died in your throat when he pulled out and pushed back in. You moaned loudly, this was a public motel, and Sam knew that. He just didn’t want to shut you up. He wanted you to scream, cry, writhe beneath him. He knew you loved it. He did too.

You were so tight even after the previous orgasm he pulled from you, and he relished in it. How you clinged to him like that, crying and whining for more even though he was giving you all he could. All he had. He’d give you the world in the palm of his hand if you’d let him.

“Fuck… still tight even after I fuck you with my fingers, baby? God, you really are an angel, sent from heaven- damnit…” He was moaning the words out more than groaning. You felt impossibly good, sure this wasn’t Sam’s first time — but the way you were wrapping around him in the angle he bent you in, it felt like it. The leg he held up allowed him to drive further inside of you, to pull more noises from you that he knew would count as a sin.

Every thrust, every word, every single thing he did had you rolling your eyes back. Crying. Screaming. Begging. Never in a million years would you have thought you’d ever do this for a man. Much less for Sam Winchester.

But you knew him, and right now he was fucking you like it was the last day on earth. Why the hell would you trade that?

“‘m gonna- Sammy… right there, right there.” You urged him on, your voice so broken but yet held so much passion. It shocked you at the way you sounded. The way Sam looked above you, sweat on his features, hair falling in his face, lips almost formed in a pout. His head was slightly tilted back and he was obviously lost. Not just in the pleasure, in you.

His fingers rubbed against your bundle with more pressure, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from it, from him. He was so perfect yet he was the one praising you for it.

“F-Fuck, c’mon… cum, baby. Let me feel it- let me feel you cum, Sweetheart. Wanna fuck it inside you deeper, yeah? You’d like it? First time getting filled, getting used like this?” Sam was choking on his own words, his cock twitching inside of you every time you pulsed around him. You nodded, biting your lip again. Sam’s thumb moved to pull your bottom lip out, rubbing the bruised flesh with his calloused thumb.

You didn’t know when you came — all you felt was white shocks of hot pleasure coursing through you. Spasming around him and crying out. You swore you could feel tears well up in your eyes from how intense it was.

Sam wasn’t too far behind, how could he be? You were perfect. Everything about you.

The way your chest heaved and lips parted had Sam relishing in pride of how undone you looked. He did that. He was the one who ruined you like that.

“Perfect. So fucking perfect, baby…”

[san8ny]

Thinking about..Ex-girlfriend Ellie <3

[an: not an original trope, i cringed everytime i attempted to proof read so i couldnt..srry]

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who scoffs when you’re mentioned at all, but is all fucking ears, tilting her head back and giving the person a side eye,

“I mean..you can continue, not like I care at all but like, it’s rude to interrupt someone so..”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s once paid some instagram tarot reader a good 10 bucks to see if yall were compatible despite not believing in it before,

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s bitterly venmo requesting her money back when the girl says no,

“Shit isnt even real, you scammed me gimme it back bruh”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s definitely got a fake account to keep tabs on you, which might look, to the average eye, some middle aged woman who posts her food and her kids, with some biblical verses in her bio— when it’s ellie with some google found, random ass photos of people

“Im so fuckin smart..” she geeks, pumping her fist when you accept her follow request

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s looking down at her phone dumbfounded when she’s blocked on the account thr next day, throwing her hands in the air—forgetting just who she learnt that trick from..

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s even more confused when her door is knocked, you on the other side, phone in-hand with the same account pulled up,

“Er..that’s not me?..” She says awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck as she leans on her doorframe.

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who cries dramatically and is on her knees when you tell her with a strict finger to leave her alone, practically groveling at your feet in pure anguish as she pleads!

“P-please! You don— you don’t understand! You can’t!”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who hiccups, eyes puffy with long lashes coated in tears as she wraps her arms around your calves—only you could ever have her in this state! I mean, look at how distraught she is at the sheer idea of possibly leaving you alone forever!

She doesn’t care in the slightest if the neighbors hit her with a noise complaint.

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who soon enough has you on her bed, in a warm mating press, breathy moans of never having you leave her side, telling you she’d rather die than ever have anyone else fill your shoes as your sloppy cunts kiss, wet noises echoing off the drywalls of ellie’s cheap apartment,

“C—cum! Cum, nee— need you so..o—oh! Oh, my god? Loveyousomuch, loveyousomuch”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who’s an utter loser, pathetically feeling tears well up again as the idea of you getting up and taking your stuff after this hits— so she takes you for another round, this time with her 8inch strap.

It’s a disgusting mess, really.

Ex Girlfriend Ellie who you’ve got a twitchy mess as you use her so deliciously, quickly becoming overstimulated once more when she realizes she’s orgasmed like 5 times already; Milky fluids all over thighs as she ruts into you— fucking a mixture of your cums back into you with whats gathered around her strap.

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie is pretty much in another word from the pleasure, mouth ajar as her moans leave in pants— begging for a kiss as her rosey tits bounce a bit against you

“Ple—uh, uh! Please, just ‘wan a kiss, c—can’t, uhm!— can’t reach yo—ou!” She whines tiredly, her sweaty upper body leaning forward on your back, littering sloppy kisses all over you, cmon..give her a kiss :(

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who you eventually give into, giving a chaste kiss to, but she doesn’t return the same one back— instead, opting to swipe her tongue around and suckle your blush coloured tongue, bobbing her head up and down while the saliva gathers on her tastebuds, excess dribbling down her chin and splattering somewhere on the already ruined bedsheets,

“F—wuckin’ wa—ah..’wan you all..”

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who watches you sleep while she lazily licks at your worn-out pussy, humming as she probes a finger on the engorged clit— giggling when you sleepily swat a hand down to push her head away, but she’s latched on.

Ex-Girlfriend Ellie who, even if you move a thousand miles away from, will always be there because she’s yours.

[drugs-and-daddyissues]

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 He hate fucks you after an argument

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 rough sex, p in v sex, creampie, choking, degrading, make up sex, a bit of arguing in the beginning, reader is referred to as 'you' and is mentioned to be wearing a skirt, little bit of angst and fluff towards the end!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 Johnny Depp x f! reader

A/N: My ovaries are trembling, you're welcome. No context for the argument, you're also welcome ☺‼️ Since this is something rougher, I did include aftercare because it's so so SO important after sexual activities

"If you don't want me, I'll just find someone who does!" You yelled, getting close to him. You two were arguing in the living room, you don't even remember about what, but now Johnny was threatening to break up with you.

His chest grew tight at this. His eyes were locked on yours, a jealous twinkle reflected in them. "He won't be me though" He spoke like it was a threat, narrowing his eyes at you.

You decided to keep taunting him, "Jealous?" You asked with a smirk on your face.

He hated that you knew his weaknesses, hated that you knew you were his biggest weakness. "Shut up."

"Make me." You challenged, keeping that stupid smirk on your face

Something in him just broke, wanting to put you in your place. Within seconds it seemed, he had grabbed you by the waist, pushing you down onto the couch. Gently enough that he didn't hurt you, but rough enough for you to know he wasn't playing. "Don't play that game with me, princess." He warned, his voice deeper, but there was a clear edge of anger and jealousy to it.

"What game? If you let me go, I'm free to sleep with whoever I want." You were bluffing, but he didn't need to know that.

He gritted his teeth, this was getting under his skin now. "You wouldn't." He said, his voice was deep with a slight bit of rasp to it. It was clear he intended to keep you all for himself.

"Would I?" You continued to challenge him, hoping to break him, let his primal urges take over

"Better fucking not" He replied, letting his eyes linger over your body, before letting his hand move up your thigh, under your skirt, his hand stopping just short of your aching heat

You couldn't help but feel your pussy flutter around nothing at his touch. You were in such a vulnerable position, being under him with your legs slightly spread, it made your breathing turn heavy. "And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?" You teased, looking up at him with an innocent look on your face, even though nothing about this situation was innocent

"Gonna fuck that thought out of your pretty little head until you understand that I'm the only one who can have you," He warned, yanking your panties off. Two fingers rubbing against your wet cunt before pushing inside, making you gasp and arch your back at the intrusion, the pain quickly turning into pleasure as he worked his fingers against your g-spot. "The only one who could fucking touch you like this, could make you feel this good."

It didn't take long before his pants and boxers were discarded, and he pulled his fingers out of you. Your shirt pushed up by him as he unclipped your bra, setting your tits free. He rubbed the mushroom tip of his hard, leaking cock against your wet folds, before pushing it inside you while rubbing your clit. He barely gave you a chance to get used to his size before he was fucking into you roughly, your tits bouncing with each harsh slam of his hips.

You couldn't help the sounds that escaped your lips, moans and desperate pleas of "Don't stop, fuck, please, feels so good"

Everytime the tip of his cock brushed against that sweet spot inside you, you could swear you were seeing stars, but then he wrapped his dominate hand around your throat, his other hand on your waist, and gave it a small squeeze. God, it made your brain feel so fuzzy, like you were seconds away from falling off the edge.

"Would any other guy fuck you this good? Fuck you like the dumb slut you are? Fucking like that, huh?" He spoke, his words low.

He was so pussy drunk on you, on the way your cunt squeezed his cock, dirty nonsense just kept spilling from his mouth. "This what you wanted? Wanted me to fucking ravage you, make it so you can't walk tomorrow?" He said through pants and low groans, the sound of his hips slapping against you filling the room. He was so close, so fucking close.

He took his hand off your waist, still keeping the one on your throat there, and moving his thumb over your clit, desperately rubbing the sensitive bud, "Need you to cum with me, baby, cum while I fill you up" He wasn't asking, he was commanding.

The pleasure off all his actions were quickly building up, the fuzzy feeling in your head from his hand around your throat, his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit, and the rough thrusts of his cock inside you, it was all too much, the coil of pleasure in your stomach threatening to snap. "I'm so close... Johnny, 'm gonna cum" You cried, the pleasure overwhelming you

"Cum for me, princess" He demanded, and that's all it took for blinding pleasure to wash over you as you screamed his name, you could've swore your vision blacked out for a second. It took a few more sloppy thrusts before he pushed himself in deeply one last time, his sperm painting your walls.

You both were panting heavily, as he removed his hand from around your throat, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. "Was that okay, baby? Does it hurt anywhere?" He asked as he pulled his softening cock out of you.

You shook your head in reply, looking up at him. He just needed that little conformation that you weren't hurting before he cleaned you up. "Okay, I'm gonna get a warm washcloth to clean you up, stay here." He said with a smile before quickly leaving, coming back a minute later.

As he was cleaning you up, you spoke softly, "I'm sorry for what I said, I don't want anyone else, I just wanted to get a reaction out of you."

He smiled and kissed your forehead "I know, baby. I'm sorry too, I don't want to break up" He whispered, before planting another kiss against your lips. "I love you, more than anything."

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[n6ptunova]

gamer boy • chris sturniolo

a/n: can’t stop thinking abt gamer chris someone sedate me.

summary: giving chris head while he streams fortnite and tries to keep quiet.

warnings: idk if this counts as smut but suggestive content, blowjob, mentions of sex, not proofread

og fortnite dropped recently which meant your boyfriend has been more occupied than usual. it was seriously an addiction for this man, he stayed up for hours, forgot to eat, and worst of all- in your opinion- he barely paid any attention to you nowadays. you’ve had enough tho, so tonight you’re changing things up.

you sat on one side of chris’ bed, out of frame, since him and his brothers decided to stream today. you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone waiting for them to finish but it was taking too long. you looked over at chris and he’s never looked more fine, his hair was messy underneath the headset, his eyes serious and focused on the screen, his mouth parted- occasionally licking or biting his lips- you wanted him, you missed having chris all over you, his lips on yours, his dick inside you, you needed him. bad.

fuck it. you thought to yourself getting down on the floor and crawling quietly towards chris’ desk without being seen or heard. he briefly glanced down at you, not thinking much of your position, you’re probably just looking for something.

you put your hand on his knee slowly pushing his chair back so you could get underneath the desk fully. once you sat down on your knees you pulled him back so his crotch was right in front of your face. now he was confused. he couldn’t say anything since he was livestreaming with his brothers so he resorted to furrowing his eyebrows and giving you a quick questioning look- immediately looking back at the screen so he doesn’t look suspicious- or lose.

you put your pointer finger on your lips indicating for him to be quiet and started to slide both your hands up his thighs reaching for the waistband of his shorts. he was caught off guard by this causing him to lose the game, “NO FUCK- bro one second i need to use the bathroom.”

he turned off his camera and muted his mic, “what the fuck are you doing?” he didn’t sound annoyed or angry just confused.

“i miss you, chris. you haven’t been paying any attention to me lately,” you pouted.

“i’m so sorry babe but can it wait? i promise you’ll have my full attention when i’m done.”

“no.”

“no?”

“no chris. i’ve ran out of patience so you’re gonna play your stupid game with your dick in my throat. don’t make a sound so no one catches on ok?”

“i- ” he hesitated for a moment, stunned, before deciding he liked the risk, “yes ma’am.”

he stood up allowing you to pull his pants down to his ankles and as he sat back down he made sure his lower half was out of frame before unmuting and opening the camera, “i’m back guys.”

as they started another round, you wrapped your fingers around his dick causing him to suck in his breath, and very very slowly you started to pump him, hands sliding up and down. he let a faint moan slip out and quickly closed his mouth shut. this was going to be hard.

you brought your face closer and licked a stripe going up his dick, your tongue flat against it. “ooohhh my god,” he groaned trying his best to disguise this as frustration from the game but truth is, he was losing his mind over the sight of you on your knees about to suck him off in front of thousands of viewers.

you repeated the same motion, tongue gliding up but this time once you reached the top you took him whole in your mouth, the tip briefly nudging your throat, coming back up you swirl your tongue in circles on his tip.

“oh fuck,” he almost rolls his eyes and head back, trying to control his breathing but he’s running out of breath, twitching and breathing heavier everytime his tip touched the back of your throat. you started getting sloppier with it and you could tell he was close.

“chris bro fucking focus that guy was right in front of you! you could’ve easily killed him!” matt yells at chris after losing again. chris can barely keep his grip on the controller- let alone play properly.

“ughhh i c-can’t with this stupid game, i need a drink brb.” he uses this as an excuse to turn off the mic and camera again.

the moment he did, he slumped far back into his chair, his head and eyes rolled backwards as he let out a sigh mixed with a moan. he bucked his hips upwards and tangled his hand into your hair.

“fuckfuckfuck please don’t stop,” he begs as you continue doing what you’re doing, enjoying the heavenly sounds coming out of his mouth until he finally releases his load into your mouth, whining and whimpering at how good it feels. you swallow whole and stick your tongue out to show him.

“you’re fucking insane. i love you.” he cups your face with both of his hands and leans down to give you the most passionate kiss wasting no time to deepen it with his tongue in your mouth as you sit yourself on his lap, running your hands through his hair. you pull back to catch your breath and you’re loving how fucked he looks right now.

“i love you too,” you giggle, “now get a win with your brothers already so we can finish this in your bed, you owe me.”

“anything for you ma.” he gives a quick kiss before you get up and go back to your original place on his bed, thinking about riding him next time he games with his friends with the camera off. this is gonna be fun.

[blackdollette]

𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓!𝒄𝒍𝒚𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: pornstar!clyde

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 471

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: masturbation, camshow

clyde didn’t believe in higher beings, but he surely owed someone a thank you for blessing him with the most ideal job that supported his “laid-back” lifestyle. the people called him a pornstar, but he liked to think of himself as a piece of art, one that the people would forever be able to marvel at but never be blessed with the privilege of touching it.

with his camera set up in front of his bed, he lazily stroked his leaky cock, cigarette hanging from his lips as his eyes darted across the screen to read every comment. his baggy sweatpants had been pushed halfway down his knees and his oversized band t-shirt was decorated with an assortment of cumstains. not one’s typical business attire, but he bagged in more money each stream than one could dream of making in a week.

the screen would chime with a sweet sound each time a viewer donated a sum of money. clyde’s eyes would widen each time he would get a substantial amount. “c’mon you guys… you all spoil me too much.” his drunk-eyes and slurred voice that deemed him unworthy in the business world classified him as a god on the internet.

people on twitter, pornhub and all other services went crazy for his content. seeing him slowly fucking into an overflowing fleshlight, lips glistening with drool as he tossed back his full head of hair. there was just something so enticing about seeing a care-free man be so open with his body. not to mention his cock was huge. and his pretty pink tip ( hc by @icarus-star ) was like the cherry on top of a perfect dessert. but the best part of all was that he simply didn’t give a fuck. he would record himself first thing in the morning with his eyes all puffy and an aching boner throbbing in his pants or locked in his van parked in front of a bar, pumping his cock and sharing it with his adoring fans.

he had many signature moves, his best one being whenever he would flip his hair out of his face whenever his trembling body would near an orgasm. with the base of his hand slapping against his balls and fingertips ghosting over his oozing tip, groaning and mumbling inaudible words as he ran ahand through his perfect hair, eyebrows furrowed as he bites his lip to supress all the whimpers that threaten to break free.

with his hips bucking uncontrollably into his hand, he would pull the camera even closer and shoot his hot ropes right at the lens, a thick, white waterfall flooding over the screen of every viewer. sure he had to buy a new camera everytime he did that, but he didn’t mind. it was his way of giving back to the community for giving him a shot at the job of his dreams.

[hyunsvngs]

I saw you mention church boy Jisung and it made me think about an ask I sent RJ aaages ago! It was about young priest Hyunjin tho. I hope you don’t mind it but I had kept it in my notes and I thought I’d share since it’s this week’s mood 👀

Priest in training Hyunjin who can’t help but stare at you during mass bc the rays of sun coming through the stained glass hit you just right as if you were a revelation.

Priest in training Hyunjin who blushes everytime you come get your host and when he softly draws a cross on your forehead with his thumb as you look up at him.

Priest in training Hyunjin who prays for you every night to keep you protected.

Priest in training Hyunjin who also prays every night for clarity bc he’s never felt this way. Who recites three extra Hail Marys bc he feels guilty about how many times he thought about how warm your skin would be during the day.

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels himself get hard and his heart tighten when he practices giving confessionals and you tell him "brother Hyunjin I’ve been having impure thoughts about a boy I like" "Oh?"

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels elated when you volunteer at the presbytery and gets to spend more time with you.

Priest in training Hyunjin who gives you his favorite rosary for you to keep (and remember him by, even though he won’t admit it bc it’s a selfish thought).

Priest in training Hyunjin who starts to think that there’s no way loving and coming to the thought of someone as angelic and kind as you could be a sin.

Priest in training Hyunjin who starts to think that if God made us all in His image, why can’t he worship you? Tenderly kiss the sole of your feet? Kneel before you?

Priest in training Hyunjin who feels like he could die on the spot when you tell him how pretty he is. Even worse the one time you asked him if he were an actual angel.

Priest in training Hyunjin who doesn’t move an inch when you bravely decide to tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. Who turns into a literal statue when you start tracing his features with your fingertips ; his brows, the bridge of his nose, his cupid’s bow, his plump lips…

Priest in training Hyunjin whose brain turns into mush and instinctively closes his eyes and takes your finger in his mouth and sucks on it as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Whose heart grows three sizes when you softly kisses his eyelids.

Priest in training Hyunjin who can feel his heart breaking when you come to him one day crying, apologizing for being such a temptation to him. The more he is with you, the more he realizes that God did give him clarity after all those prayers. You’re not temptation, you’re a gift.

Priest in training Hyunjin who keeps in a picture of you in his locket. His crucifix above his robe, and the most prized piece of jewelry beneath his undershirt, for no one to see.

Priest in training Hyunjin who comes in his boxers along with you when you end up dry humping passionately in his room. If you’re both fully clothed, it doesn’t count, right?

Priest in training Hyunjin who finally sees the light when he gets to be inside you for the first time. Whispering and breathing his thank yous in latin in your open, panting mouth. In your pretty, tight, warm, sopping wet core. You are not sinners, this is love in its purest form.

THIS IS FUCKING WOOPOOOOOOAOAHHHHH WHISPEING HIS RHAKS IN LATIN?! SHUTUURORPTPFOGG THIS IS SO JOT

[enchantedabode]

Keith Kogane’s NSFW Alphabet :3

This isn’t proofread I’m sorry 💔

Tw: blood and knifeplay

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Keith definitely wipes you down with a warm cloth if you don’t wanna take a bath. If you’re in the mood for something like that he’d for sure do ANYTHING for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s a stomach guy. Flat, fupa, chubby, abs? He doesn’t give a single FUCK he’s laying on it, cumming on it, nibbling, biting, kissing, licking.

Sadly he doesn’t have a favorite body part but if he had to choose it’d be his hair. He likes how silky and nice it is, don’t ever call it a mullet he will get mad.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will always pull out, he has a fear of children but also the idea of the child being discriminated against for being part galra. If you ever asked him to cum inside you would have to BEG for it, and even so he’d still secretly pull out. (It’s his trauma leave him be 💔)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s masturbated to you in his lion on multiple occasions, I mean like it’s not like he was in space or on a mission.. he just wanted a closer relationship to you and his lion ig..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has the idea thanks to porn and shit but he’s never had actual sex unless it was with you. Maybe he had a fear of it idk.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style, missionary, reverse cowgirl, lotus flower, and spoon.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s very serious about sex, no matter what he needs to know if he’s hurting you or not. Maybe every other time you have sex he’ll giggle when he’s cumming but that’s mostly from the stimulation.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering they’re always running away from Zarkon and other aliens of that nature I doubt he has time to shave himself. I’m sure he’ll keep it trimmed but not a full on shave.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s EXTREMELY intimate and romantic during sex. He adores the idea of feeling close and romantic to you especially when it’s something like this, he wants you to feel safe in his arms….or dick..whichever you prefer ig

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He would always jack off to the thought of you before you guys started dating. Of course it was when you guys were flirting intensely and you were getting really touchy with each other. Otherwise he would’ve felt guilty..

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I have a LOT of kinks for him but that’s for another fanfic. He’s into knifeplay, not cutting or stabbing of course but that look on your face when he puts his knife to your neck or pussy oh my god. He’s also really into blood he can’t help it’s his galra 😞. He likes seeing blood on him when you scratch or bite him but seeing you in pain and bloody is something he genuinely can’t stand. (Hypocrite 😒)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ONLY in his room (I’m lying). If you ever begged pleaded or sobbed he’d probably give in and do it in his lion. IF his lion was okay with it, occasionally he’d finger your behind a pod or something. He hates quickies though..

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Training. Seeing you all sweaty and panting, hands on your knees as you gasp and pant after a rough round of fighting with that SCARY ASS DUMMY. God everytime he sees you like that his body reacts on its own, the warmth in his crotch gets more intense by the second.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will literally NEVER, share you with someone else and if you even mention something like it he’ll get defensive and all worried saying things like; “why? Do you not like me anymore? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like how fast I went last time?” You’ll have to constantly comfort him. Poor baby is so insecure he’s never been in a relationship like this before.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he can sit in between your thighs for hours, sucking, licking, drooling. That shit is a whole ass 5 star meal for him. Eyes rolling back, gripping on the sheets, groaning, moaning. He doesn’t mind getting head although he can eat you up every day if you let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s usually fast but if you need him to be gentle he’ll try his best to control himself. If he gets close to cumming he needs to go faster or he’ll basically be edging himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He despises them with his entire being, he wants to be close and passionate with you. He needs to feel your body against his, it genuinely feels wrong to not fuck you passionately. If you really need it he’ll finger or give you head before you go on a mission or something. Same for him, he’ll allow you to jerk him off if he really needs it but most of the time he doesn’t.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said earlier he likes blood and knifeplay but he doesn’t really wanna do anything other than that. I mean sure he likes the idea of learning your kinks and he’d love to try them but his kinks are pretty solid and he sticks to them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His normal human form he can go up to 3 on a good day. If he’s in heat (Bc he’s galra and I say so) he can go about…..too many to count but if I can put an estimate about 5-7.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a vibrator for you because he knows it’s hard for you to cum from just penetration alone. He’s used it on himself once and it was a mess, never again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves foreplay, rubbing and teasing your clit and seeing you press your thighs together trying to get as much stimulation as possible ngh~

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Yk how I said he giggles when he cums? Well he also has a high pitched moan when he cums as well. But for the most part he just grunts and mumbles sweet nothings under his breath.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Forgot to mention it but he wants to be chained/tied up and let you peg him (please he needs it)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Idk that part galra is putting a LOT of images in my head so…normally 5 soft 5.7ish hard. In heat? 7-8 it just depends if his horny levels are high enough.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?

He can go for about 45 minutes each round but for heat (I’m sorry it’s stuck in my head) about an hour or so….each round..

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Normally he’ll wait for you to go to sleep in his arms after cleaning you up. But if he’s in heat (I’m genuinely so sorry) he’ll immediately fall asleep after while you weakly pet his hair from how hard he fucked you.

[assmaster-8000]

people in the official lost in limbo discord have definitely seen me screaming at a brick wall about this, so people of this beautiful free site i present to you;

dom gn!mc x dom cécile

dom4dom freak off.

why exactly would you care for this, you might ask? no particular reason. battling for dominance with a man that practically exudes control and danger because i'll be damned if he doesn't learn what it's like to not have a pretty, pliant lamb for him and instead a partner that will actually match his freak is what honks my horn - therefore it will be your horn to honk now.

nsft below (vague mentions of violence, the sexy blood kind, in bed)

cécile is used to people who cower from him, and he knows it's for good reason. his hands are stained with blood he can never scratch off and it's not like he detests this with all his might, no. he won't pretend at some secret goodness that could be his redemption. he's strong. he's strong and he breaks bones and he snaps necks and somewhere along the line he's stopped feeling sorry for these people and himself. he's a killer and somewhere along the lines, he might even have come to like that.

and cécile is the rather unfortunate combination of possessive and obsessive. he wants all of you, you see. all of you as you are. don't you think he could handle what you are if you, oh lonely interloper, dared to chase the tail of the hound that only knows to snap, never to whine and roll over?

clearly something about you roused this suffocating, unbidden want in his stomach everytime you push past the pikes surrounding his heart that you very well could've ended up skewered on. cécile has made his dislike for you clear from the very start; to romance him is to have him spit in your face and like it. to court cécile the bodyguard is to be willing to spit in his mouth because he does not take kindly to cowards. to fuck this man is to know a monster, loved, still bears all its teeth and sharp claws - no matter how dearly it loves you too.

here's the thing about dominance; people confuse the means for the end goal. dominance is a tool - a method, just as much as submission is.

cécile craves dominance, yes. he also wants to belong. he wants to be yours. your love, your heart, your everything. by god, your determination drives him mad as much as it gets his dick hard. i can't spell it out any clearer; he wants you because you're the only one who received the most of his threats on your life, only to decide, "yea - that's actually really hot and i'm gonna bone this man now," all while showing him you aren't some spineless coward waiting to be skinned alive. at first he had to partially respect your gall, then the attraction hit him over the head with a big rock. hell, even if someone else tried to assume control over him before, he'd have curled his lip in disgust before he bludgeoned them to death. he won't tell you this - that obnoxious confidence of yours turned out to be far more charismatic than it should be. so it reeeally wouldn't be the same if all the tension that set off his urge to bed you in the first place you just suddenly disappeared once your pants came off and he came and all was said and done. yea?

one thing about cécile is that he fears being puppeted the most because he has no say in coming under another's complete oppression.

there is a choice here, begrudging as he may be. it's different. the control you have over him... it's like a hand crushing his throat that he resists, but never wants to let him go. the thrill is in the 'fight' for a complete power that will never come. the excitement pushes him to cum when he's finally met his match. push him down against the mattress so he can fight you off and flip you over; rut into him the way that can only have him gritting his teeth, and he'll try to rip you off by your hair, but the moment you stop, he frowns. the push and pull is the whole point. let him resist, let him show you he's just as dangerous as he says he is. show him you're strong— strong enough to protect him and kill him in the same breath. for once, he doesn't want someone he can only protect. he wants someone that can protect themself from him, and protect him, without making cécile feel like a helpless dame.

it's like leashing two dogs together. even the loudest bark can make up for the weakest bite. you needn't the strength of god to challenge cécile in bed and in romance - use your wit, drive him mad, and watch him choke on his own chain.

let him know he must earn even wanting to cum inside you, and by god he will go the mile. he'll let you know you can never kiss him without his teeth crunching blood from your delicate lip, and he'll make you mistake your own blood for ichor. let him know he too, can have the pleasure of being completely and utterly ravished without being any less dominant.

he'll destroy you into his likeness, so be good to him and destroy him beyond any notion of saving when you have him bouncing in your lap for the first time in his life.

[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 8- Voyeurism w/ Changbin + I.N

⤷ warnings: perversion, unconsenting Voyeurism, Fem!Reader, mentions of a threesome

⤷ word count: 480

⤷Taglist : @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

He was being a pervert. Acting like a high school boy going through puberty, but he just couldn't help it! You were pretty and flaunting your legs out for changbin on his bed. How could he not look?

Nobody else was home, he knew because he wasn't supposed to be there either. He decided to stay home because he was simply tired. Apparently changbin thought the same. when he walked in the flat, he heard your moans vibrating off the walls. He tried to ignore it but when he popped a boner he couldn't help but look through the small crack in the door.

Changbin had you on your back, legs on his shoulder as he drilled into you. He was sure you couldn't see him, the crack being too small. Your face contorts in pleasure everytime his thrusts meet your hips.

He wasn't a home wrecker. He didn't want to ruin his and changbins friendship over sex, but he couldn't help to think about how he would please you. And how he would get those noises out of you.

Subconsciously, he starts to touch his bulge forming in his sweats.

"Fuck" he mumbles, sliding his hand in his pants wrapping his hand around his cock.

He knew this was wrong, watching his best friend and his girlfriend. What was the harm in watching them only once?

Everything.

It ended up happening more than once, watching changbin fuck the living daylights out of you. He was like a young boy again with no control over his hormones. Sometimes he would even bring his phone to snap a (alot) few pictures of you.

He always tries to edge himself to cum when you do, never being able to last when he watches you.

You would never notice him the way he notices you. Stealing quick glances at you when you laugh with changbin or the other older ones. He felt left out, you saw him as a younger sibling. He didn't want that. He really loved you so why wouldn't you realize it?

One day changbin isn't here, but you needed help finding something so you opt to asking the only other person home, jeongin. You knock on the door but there was no answer. So you thought maybe he was sleeping, but you decided to check on more time.

You open the door seeing jeongin fucking his fist with a video of you playing on his phone. His phone was completely being ignored focusing on his cock more.

"Oh." You thought, you were flattered really. But that was you're boyfriend's best friend.

You close the door, walking out thanking whatever God is up there that he didn't realize you.

It's not like you didn't see him, he wasn't very secretive. Changbin got off to someone watching him, wanting to be in his position.

"How about you invite him, hm?"

[crushculture03]

Teacher’s Assistant

Summary : Your Professors healy’s T.A, and one night when he calls you in, you hear him moaning your name and decide to help him out

Paring : Professor!Matty x T.A! afab reader

Warnings : Smut, fingering, oral (m! receiving) , unprotected sex, age gap? ( not mentioned but implied ig?). Dom! matty, Sub! reader. First time using some words for smut so bear with me :)

Word count : 2.2k

You had been Professor Healys T.A for a few months now, and over those few months you had began to become very fond of the young professor. You’d sit in during his lectures about Philosphy, just to hear him speak, you loved how his curly hair was always messy and that whenever he turned to point something out, you could see the definition of his muscles through his thin dress shirt.

One day he had called you into his office to help him grade papers, which was not an unusual thing for you two to do together, infact those times when he called you in, you’d always made sure to wear your shortest skirt, the one that just came below your ass, and a shirt that didn’t leave much to the imagination. But everytime you went into his office, he never noticed your clothing, which you know was a good thing since he was technically kinda your boss in a sense, but god everything in you wanted him to notice you.

You’d think about it at night sometimes when you were alone and especially horny, your hand would glide down to your core and just imagine all the things he would do to you.

Needless to say, when he called you in this time you put the same outfit back on and made your way to his office. When you walked into the building, you quickly realized he seemed to be the only professor still in his office, granted it was late in the evening and most professors had gone home for the night.

Slowly you approached his door, your palms getting clammy as they usually do when you go to see him. As you were about to knock on his door you heard the faint sound of moaning coming from his office. Your heart dropped thinking that he had someone in there with him, it was silly really to feel that way and you knew it, but you couldn’t help the feeling.

As you were about to leave you heard him moan ‘Mmm y/n’, you stopped dead in your tracks, your heart almost beating out of your chest. You couldn’t deny the fact that hearing him moan your name, made you even more aroused then you already were to just be seeing him. “Fuck it” you whispered, quickly openning the door to reveal matty with his pants down, and head thrown back, his hand stroking his hard cock as he moaned softly.

“Prof-professor” you managed to spit out, His head snapped up from the chair, cheeks going red as he realized he had been caught. He quickly fumbled to put himself back into his boxers. “Wait” you said, he looked up at you confused, you quickly put your bag down on his couch and made your way over to him. “Need help?” you asked, before kneeling down in front of him, his eyes followed you to the ground, taking in the sight of you on your knees for him.

“Y/n wh-what are you doing” he whispered, you looked up at him with an innocent smile “I heard you before i walked in, you said my name, tell me professor do you touch yourself to the thought of me often?” you said, as you took him into your hand, smiling at the whimper he let out at your touch. “Y-yes” he admitted, you smirked as you slowly moved your hands up and down his cock, “well i happen to think of you too, in fact i’ve dreamt of this very moment many times” you said, your voice as sweet as honey.

“Really?” he asked, “mhm, but in it i was doing this instead” you said, before placing you lips around the head of his cock, licking the bead of pre-cum that had come out of it. Matty let out a loud groan as you did so, but before going further, he pulled you off of him “y/n are you sure you want to do this?” he questioned, “Never been more sure in my life” you responded before putting your mouth back onto him and slowly taking more of him into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat, the part you couldn’t take in your mouth you took in your hand.

You puffed out your cheeks as you slowly started to bob your head up and down, “Fuck just like that baby” matty whispered as he took your hair in his hand and pulled it back in a makeshift pony tail. The sound of his moans turned you on even more, and you were embarrassed when you felt your arousal slowly dampening your underwear, you quickly squeezed your thighs together for some sort of relief.

Matty noticed your action and quickly pulled you off him, spit dripped down your chin as you looked up at him confused. “Whats wrong” you asked, “Nothing baby” he chuckled as he cupped your cheek in his palm. “ I can see you squeezing your thighs together darling, come on, come here” he said and patted the space on his lap. You eagerly jumped off the floor and stood up infront of him.

“You know darling, it takes everything in me not to rip these clothes of yours off everytime i see you” he says, his hands coming up to grip your waist. “ I-i” you stuttered, suddenly at a loss for words, all this time he wanted you as bad as you wanted him. “ Do you wear these in hope that i’ll fuck you? That I’ll lean you right over this desk and fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week?” he taunted, you nodded your head slowly.

“Aw poor sweet y/n” he coos, before tugging your skirt down your legs. You whimper, desperate to feel his touch “please” you whisper as he takes the string that holds your top together and slowly unravels it to reveal your lacy green bra, one that you bought with him in mind, knowing it was his favorite color. He stares at your almost naked figure, slowly taking in your appearence “wow” he breathes out.

You gasp as he pulls you down on his lap, you can feel his cock through the thin lace of your underwear. “You have no idea how long i’ve waited to do this” he whispers, before connecting his lips to your neck, slowly nipping and kissing at it. You grind your hips into his, trying more desperately now to get any sort of relief. Matty quickly pulls way “ impatient i see” he teases and runs one hand down your chest, stopping over your clothed core. “You’re already this wet from just the thought of me fucking you?” he said, you sheepishly nod your head, “How pathetic” he responds, pushing your underwear to the side and slowly running his fingers up and down your core, collecting your arousal, you moan softly as you feel his fingers brush against your clit.

“Please matty” you whimper out, he chuckles “so needy all for my cock huh?” he taunts, “yes, please matty need you” you moan as he continues to slowly draw figure 8’s on your sensitive bud. “You sure you want to?” he asks, his features turning soft as he cups your cheek in his free hand. “Yes” you respond back. Matty quickly connects his lips with yours, the sensation something you imagined for so long but never thought you’d get the chance to taste them.

You whine as he removes his fingers from inside of you, so he can tap your hip, letting you know to sit up a bit so he can gently slide your underwear down your legs.

Slowly with both hands, he lifts you up and aligns himself with your entrance, gently letting you sink down onto him. You moan as you feel his cock filling you up slowly, until eventually he bottoms out in you. “You ok baby” he asks, you nodd your head and connect your lips with his, slowly beginning to rock your hips back and forth in a steady rhythm that has both of you seeing stars.

“You feel so good” he whispers between kisses, his hands still firm on her hips, gently helping guide her back and forth. “Can I try something?” he asks, “S-sure” you stutter out, your mind foggy from pleasure. Gently he raises you up and drops you back down onto his cock,“don’t stop” you moan as matty continues to raise you and drop you back down on him. “My-my legs hurt” you mumbled out, almost embarrassed to tell him this, “Lets move to the couch then yeah?” he offers, you nod your head in response.

He wraps his arms around your waist and carefully stands up, you quickly wrap your legs around his waist as you both make your way to the couch. Without pulling out of you, he slowly lays you down on the couch, and hovers over you. “Better?” he asks, the tone of his voice is so soft, it makes your insides turn to mush at how sweet he’s being. “Yes” you respond back, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

Matty slowly begins to thrust into you at a steady pace, moaning when he hits a new spot inside of you. “Not gonna last much longer” he groans as his thrusts speed up, “me either” you whimper out as he continues. “Where do you want me to finish baby” he asks, slowly feeling his release coming. “Inside, want to have all of you” you respond back, and matty swears that simple statement almost made him finish on the spot.

“Together baby” he says, you quickly arch your back as the wave of euphoria comes over you, your nails unknowingly digging into his shoulder. Mattys release isn’t far behind yours, his head goes to your chest as his hips stall, his warm cum slowly spilling into you and down your thighs.

After a minute, he slowly gets off of you and gets up to retrieve a towel and a bottle of water. Your head is still so hazy from your orgasm, that the only thing that snaps you back into reality is the touch of the wet towel on your sensitive core. “Shh baby it’s ok just gotta clean up you” matty says, his voice as smooth as silk. “Ok baby all done” he says, as he places the towel down and crouches down infront of you.

“Y/n” he whispers, “Hm” you respond back, slowly sitting up from the couch, you were dreading this conversation, you knew he was going to say it was all a mistake and it’ll never happen again. “I know what you’re gonna say, that this was a mistake and don’t worry i won’t tell anyone” you said, slowly getting up from the couch to go retrieve your clothes, but before you could get far he stopped you. “What? No i was gonna ask if you wanted to come back to my place for dinner” he said, “ you think this was a mistake?” he asked, a slightly hurt expression painting his face.

“No no, i- i just didn’t know if you did” you said, slightly embarrassed on assuming it was. “Y/n you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this” he motions between them “not just sex, just everything romantic. I’ve had these feelings for you for a while now, but couldn’t act on them since you’re my T.A” he said. His sudden confession caught you off guard, not only did you and matty just have sex, something you’ve dreamed about for ages, but he had just confessed to having feelings for you.

“Oh matty” you smiled, quickly pulling him in for a kiss, “I feel the same way” you responded. Matty smiled, “in that case may i invite you again to dinner at my place and maybe round 2 if you’re up for it of course” he suggested. “I’d love too” you responded back and quickly hurried to redress

[sonderhearts]

Hellooo

Soooo i totally got this plot from one of my favorite books but i saw that you do taboo stuff so what about an au where Ghost quits the military thing because of all the mental health issues that come with it and he tries different things as a civilian, one of them is preparing to be a priest and he achieves it (maybe being a priest in a small town will help to ease his past turmoiled life) but then reader moves to said town, escaping from her family because her ex bf outed her as a "weirdo" just because she has "not so common" kinks like cnc but then she sees how hot the town priest is so she starts volunteering in the church to get close to Ghost, even if she can't have him, not knowing Simon is also having a hard time keeping it together, but then she starts confessing her sins to Ghost and one day Ghost can't take it anymore, he takes his cock out while reader confesses and cums inside the confessionary just listening to her nasty sins

... was that too long?? Is just an idea haha i also hope it's not too much 😥

A|N — god tier stuff!!! You always give me some of my favourite asks. Hope you enjoy darling 🫶🏻

-ˋˏ 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐔�� ˎˊ-

priest!ghost × afab!reader [ongoing]

warnings/tags — 18+, smut, priest!ghost, male and female masturbation, mentions of cnc, sub!reader, tiny bit of degradation, mild sir kink, religious talk.

Summary — you go to confess your sins on some nasty thoughts you have... Simon finds them more than just intriguing.

Part two [not yet done]

Everytime he heard her voice, his body tensed — not because he disliked this girl no, far from it, more because her confessions always brought something out of him that he can’t quite describe. Though it goes against everything he’s working for. Yet, he can’t stop.

She is a guilty pleasure.

Simon sits back on the confessional, placing his large hands atop his thighs, lightly scratching at the fabric as he awaits his next confessor.

Once again, that familiar voice sounds through the box.

“Father Simon.” You greet him, accustomed to this ordeal now thanks to your regular visits to spill your sins upon his non-judgmental ears.

“Thank you for coming, please, confess.” He says, his voice a lower octave than usual, something that always happens within your presence.

For a moment there’s silence and he almost wonders if you up and left. That’s until he hears a small sigh that breaks his train of thought. He’s relieved you’re not gone.

“Father I can’t stop having these shameful thoughts— I dream of them in my sleep and dream of them in the day.” You start, looking down at your shoes nervously. Despite how many times you’ve confessed your thoughts, it never stops being a little embarrassing.

“Please, continue. Confess and be free of your sins, let me listen.” His voice sends shivers down your spine. Despite you never getting to see his face during these talks, you always imagine it. A soft expression in those deep brown eyes, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of his pants — a habit he does when he’s focused, or nervous.

With a deep breath you continue, “I daydream of being taken by someone, usually against my will. Well, sort of against my will. I like it though.”

Now this. This is new to him, more intriguing than usual.

“Oh?” The word escapes him and he cursed himself for sounding interested. “Please continue, let me understand the depth of your sinful thoughts.”

You’re sure you’re mistaking it, though it does sound like he’s speaking a bit different. Lower, every vowel in each word says is annunciated. Shaking your head, you try to gather your thoughts.

“I’m not sure really... I like the thought of someone pinning me down, forcing me to squirm and struggle, begging to be let go,” you gulp nervously. On the other side of the booth Simon fidgets, rubbing his thumb against the fabric of his trousers, other fingers almost clawing into it.

Yet his voice remains composed. For now.

“Hm, that is a rather sinful thought.” He says, albeit kind of dryly. “How does the situation usually turn out in your head?” He tilts his head while asking, rubbing his trousers a little rougher now.

“It usually continues, a struggle as they pin me down, pushing my face down into some pillows while keeping my hands pinned behind my back with one of their’s.” Your hand begins to wander as you speak, softly kneading your inner thigh as you look over at the wall between you and Simon. You desperately want to see his expression.

He feels his chest tighten, the imagery popping into his head involuntarily. He imagines pinning you down onto the bed, watching you squirm and cry out his name while he keeps you still.

Imagining bringing his spare hand between your thighs, kneading your ass softly in his grip. God, he usually wouln’t use the lord's name in vain but right now, that’s all he wants to do.

“Continue.” Simon bluntly says. You can hear the dryness in his voice now, how it’s straining just a tad. You like that fact.

It’s getting to him.

“Yes father,” you hand begins to wander further, palming over your panties under your skirt while letting out a shuddery sigh, “I usually imagine their hands going between my thighs, slipping their fingers through my f-folds.” You whimper out the last part, circling your clit through the thin fabric over it.

A deep, gutteral groan leaves his lips at your whimper, desperate to hear more of your sweet noises.

“How do you imagine it to feel...?”

“Like heaven... Or as close as I can get to it.” Biting your bottom lip gently, you rub yourself softly through your panties, imagining your fingers to be his. Shifting in the seat you spread your legs a little wider — as if you’re trying to accommodate an extra body between them.

“Filthy girl.” Heart bursting out of your chest, you cease your actions just for a moment, trying to process if he actually just muttered those two words. “Is there someone in particular you imagine?”

Simon begins to palm himself slowly, rubbing over his growing erection that’s contained by his tight trousers; the ones you love to watch him walk away from you in.

“Father Simon I—” you whine, not really wanting to fess up about how deep your fantasies go. “I-I think of you.”

“Fuck,” you hear him softly curse and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him do it, considering his a priest and all. “Good, that’s good.”

He doesn’t shy away from it, instead the furthest opposite. To his acception of this you let your head loll back, staring at the golden light, God rays peering through the shapened holes of the confessional. Quickly you started up where you left off, though this time sliding your fingers under the hem of your panties, collecting up some arousal from your slit and dragging it up to circle your bundle of nerves.

“Mmh... Simon,” he listens to your little whimpers, small pleads along with his name on your tongue. He eats it up, hearing your voice say his name like that only riles him more, so much so he’s unbuttoning his trousers to expose his pants underneath. His cock is beyond hard, almost painfully.

Since becoming a priest he didn’t necessarily stop touching himself but he did slow. It only leaves him feeling more needy for that wet little pussy that he dreams of fucking every night while he strokes himself off.

Now finally he has the sounds to go with those fantasies, as well as a chance to turn those fantasies into a reality.

Gently he prods his tip, noticing the damp patch that’s been forming on the fabric of his boxers. Instantly he groans, tilting his head to the side where you are on the other side of the thin wall separating the two of you. Desperately he wants to meet your gaze, see every expression you make while touching yourself.

“Go on, keep sayin’ my name lass, utter those dirty little sins to me. I wanna hear what you want me to do to you.” Despite not having done this for awhile, he’s not lost his spark. Still the smooth talker he’s always been.

“Simon please,” pressing three fingers over your clit you stroke yourself faster, “I need you.”

You hear him hum in response, as well as you hear his breathing quicken along with the sound of fabric being removed.

“I know, I know. Can’t right now, you know that.” While Simon desperately wants you — wants to do all the things you told him about and more, he’s got that twinge of guilt. Promised himself he’d do better, just do his job and get on with his quaint, quiet life.

Yet here he is, jacking himself off while listening to the confessions of a sweet little sinner that he can never stop staring at in church.

Fuck, he’s always staring. Those pretty white dresses you always wear, just a tad too short for such a religious setting. He likes the way you kneel to pray, dipping your head down and muttering softly to be forgiven. God knows why you were asking for forgiveness. Now him and God get to share that knowledge.

“C’mon lamb keep talkin’ to me.” His formal speech fades, melting into a thicker Scottish accent, shortening his words while he coaxes more out of you.

“I-I’ve wanted you so bad, been thinking about it everytime I come to church. Can’t help it.” Your words fill his ears like his favourite melody, making him softly slide his boxers down so his cock can spring free.

“Mmm, s’that so? So, so sinful.” His palm wraps around his shaft, making him jump at how hard and almost painful it is, “filthy little girl. Knew there was somethin’ going on behind those pretty doe eyes.” He pumps himself slowly.

“M’sorry I’m not a good girl. Been sinning since I started coming here.” Fingers slide over your clit, pinching gently. Every part of you wants him so bad, just to be inside you so bad.

Listening a bit harder you can hear him panting, damn near growling at your words, all that along with the light wet sounds coming from him pumping is aching cock.

You imagine what it looks like... How pink his leaking tip must be, the way it’s probably veiny and throbbing for you.

Sure you’ve seen cock before but you’ve only ever had one boyfriend and he never truly felt good inside you. Not enough thickness, length, never saying anything to you to help you along.

Simon groans, thinking about how badly he needs you. Needs that tight cunt around his cock, bouncing up and down it with his large hands guiding your plush hips. Swiping his thumb over the top, collecting some precum he whines. So sensitive.

“What are you doing to yourself, hm? Describe what you’re doing with those pretty delicate fingers and don’t think for a second I didn’t notice. Can hear how slick you are from jus’ thinkin’ about me.”

You make the most lewd noise in response, rubbing yourself a bit faster.

“Ahn— I’m just circling my clit...” You whine shyly, peering down between your legs to stare at the way your fingers desperately rub around the bundle of nerves, a spark of shame running through you. You’re sitting in a confessional, getting yourself off at your priest talks to you — touching himself on the otherside.

So sinful...

“You poor little lamb, bet you’ve been desperate for me haven't you? Needy f’me.” Nodding in response, you realise he can’t hear you so you do your best to vocalise it.

“Mmh, yes sir.” Squeaking out that name you make his cock jolt in his hand, twitching at being called such a name.

Pumping himself faster, he can already feel his orgasm fast approaching. After the months and weeks that he neglects it, his cock grows desperate for relief. Not only from his rough hand but your pretty cunt that he knows damn well would be so tight that it would choke his cock.

The imagery in his head and it’s almost sending him over the edge. However he doesn’t want to cum yet no, he wants to hear your sweet whines and moans while you finish as he gets himself off to it.

“Simon I can’t go much longer.” Your voice calls to him, making his hand go faster, fist clamped around his length — mouth agape, an almost whine leaving his lips. He’s so desperate but so are you.

“Cum for me lass... Let me listen to those pretty noises. Need’ta hear ’em.” Simon groans at the end, looking down at his cock in his hand. The tip’s leaking, dribbling down onto his roughed knuckles, down the back of his hand. In his mind an image of you pops up, knelt on your knees in one of those dresses you always wear to church.

He imagines those doe eyes, pupils blown wide and filled with desperation for him. For a taste. Sometimes Simon can be oblivious but those looks never went over his head, the way you'd tease him with every word you spoke from those soft lips. How he’d like to put something between them.

“Si— ah! Simon.” His words are the final straw, forcing tingles up between your thighs and through your spine. Your fingers go a little faster now, chasing that high, chasing that feeling that so far only you have been able to give yourself.

Gently you slither your right hand down, slipping a middle finger into your heat. A strangled moan leaves your lips at the feelings, thinking about how his fingers would feel. You always watch him, the way he flicks the pages of his Bible, licking his thumb before turning the page. They’re thick and long, it would probably stretch you with one alone.

You’d revel in that pain.

Panting he pumps himself faster, Keeling over himself as he chased his own high.

“Cum. Cum for me and I promise I’ll make this up to you some way darling I p-promise that.” Simon stutters at the end, feeling himself get close.

His promise is enough for you, you didn’t even expect more than what you’re getting today and you’d have been happy with that. The thought of more than just this excites you.

A new gush of arousal coats your finger and you whine, curling it up into that soft spot that makes you unravel.

“G’nna— gonna cum Si-” a moan rips through your throat, clenching around your finger and stroking your clit almost too roughly. Your cum spills, dripping down your own hand and onto the seat you’re on. Though you don’t notice that.

Hearing you finish sends him over the edge, clutching his cock tightly he pumps only a few more times and then spills out himself. His cum spurts up, going all over his hand and his trousers. Simon groans sweetly, muttering curses and praises.

“Good girl, such a good girl— fuck, such a dirty little thing for me. So good.” He gives it a few more strokes before stopping, already feeling overstimulated.

You pant softly, looking down at how your thighs are covered in slick and sweat. In all honesty you grimace at how desperate you are and were. Getting so worked up for a man who’s older than you, someone who your dad for sure wouldn’t like to see you with. He wouldn’t really like to see you with anyone though.

You hear Simon clear his throat, along with the sound of his trousers being zipped back up and adjusted. He’s still rock hard despite already cumming.

“Thank you for coming to me sweetheart. You’re free of your sins and forgiven.” Somehow he sounds already more composed even seconds after finishing. “Next time you find yourself having such thoughts, don’t hesitate to come to me and confess... I’ll always listen.”

Simon’s words have a sweetness to it, like more than just something dirty. You desperately hope you’re right about that.

“Thank you father Simon. I will.” You reply with a smile, as if he’s looking at you right now.

Carefully you get up, minding the shake in your legs. Brushing down your slightly ruffled skirt you go to the door, slipping it open and peering around for any sign of life. To your relief there’s no one.

Taking a glance at where Simon would be you grin again. “Bye.” With that you take off, walking down the middle isle with a pip in your step and a dumb grin on those lips.

Simon huffs, trying to wipe the smile off his. Even if he feels guilty for several reasons, he hasn’t cum like that in years no matter what he watched or did. He’s going to need that again.

“Jesus...” He mutters, getting up from his seat and making sure it’s all clear.

Opening the door his eyes go to the side you were on. He thinks to himself it’s best he checks it’s all clear too — surely you wouldn’t be so careless?

Of course you would be.

He peers into the tiny room, spotting the leather seat glistening in the warm lighting that shines into the room. Instantly his palm meets his mouth, feeling almost shameful.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay an extra few minutes before closing up.

Simon eyes the church, making sure it’s clear he closes the door behind him.

He’s got a few sins to confess of his own.

Tags — @lieblinqs @fullldash

[mutsky]

love sea ep 8 running commentary lets go

-aww the domestic fluff best way to start an episode

-mut and meena are so cute

-vimook are girlfailure4girlfailure

-ok househusband

-cuddles yippee

-theyre so cute and cuddly

-you cant trick him out of his emotional constipation

-ugh love viraks hag and fag vibes

-i just hate the jargo pants

-oop gagged her

-lmaooo everyone but kaimook knows

-FINALLY A LESBIAN WITHOUT THE STRAIGHT GIRL MANICURE

-you tell her rak

-SHOULD I JUMP HER??!2&3'wmf

-stop his little smile

-so vie is allowed in his bedroom?

-virak can read each other like a book

-catfight!

-ew gross i was enjoying myself

-can you laser down there? i dont really wanna know

-everytime someone mentions raks feeling to him he clams up

-right like wheres khom why are you asking a kid

-woah dont say this to a child

-yeah muts closer in age with meena than rak do with that info what you will

-mut taking a second to compose himself when tongrak is acting out ughhhh theyre dynamic is so sexy

-mut making him say it is so hot wow

-ew

-tongrak really is a cat

-kaimooks robotic reading is sending me

-saying were both women as if you arent a raging dyke... pvie please

-chanya is so buff i keep getting distracted

-i think vie was finally about to come clean

-GREAT KISS first gl kiss where they both want it lmao

-poor mook my baby no dont cry

-fuck i might cry

-the emotions aya portrayed in that scene were excellent

-shut up asshole

-god mahasamut is scary when hes angry and hot

-fort is like my boy crush you know how straight girls have girl crushes yeah like that

-poor meena she feels so much pressure

-"just like the guy at home"

-not the love sea poster

-oh and it gets worse

-what a shitty guy

-gonna kill you dad

-the drop to the knees :(

VIMOOK ENDING THEYRE SO CUTE

high highs and low lows this ep in terms of emotions but the episode itself was really good!

[lokisprettygirl]

Lose me to Love you (Loki x Female Reader) (AU) (18+)

Read Chapter 8 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 9

Summary: You want him. Jolene wants him. It's a mess. What does he wants though?

Warning: 18+, Steamy stuff, Slight breath play if you blink, Rough language, mention of suicide, manipulative behaviour, mention of trauma, smut, toxic relationship between main characters. Dark themes, cult stuff.

You made your way out of the orphanage slowly, they told you he was waiting for you outside and you felt nervous, scared even. What was he like now? You have not seen him in eight years now, he told you that he'd come see you but they didn't allow him, they said it wasn't good for any of you, during the years you had feared he must have forgotten all about you, must have found someone maybe, you hated the thought of him belonging to someone else. As a child you didn't understand these feelings of possessiveness and the sense of belonging, but now you did. You just hoped he didn't hate you like everyone else hated you for ruining their lives.

As you reached closer you found a man leaning against the hood of his car, he was typing or texting someone on his phone, he had changed you could tell. He was more muscular now, his hair had gotten longer, he was adorning a black jacket with a pair of jeans, at the center he was mostly seen in a pair of plain white shirt and the matching set of pants, that was the dress code for the employees. As he looked at you his green eyes bored into your soul, he was so fucking hot now that you wanted to get burned by that heat almost instantly.

"Oh god" you muttered under your breath as you stepped closer.

"Hiiii" you smiled at him and suddenly felt too dorky, you felt so small as compared to him.

"Y/n" that was the one thing that had remained the same about him, his voice.

"Loki.. how are you?" You stuttered nervously so he tilted his head and looked you up and down. Then he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer until you were squashed into his rock solid chest. You were surprised but his touch brought back the memories of the times he had hugged you before, he often did it when you felt scared by daddy or the kids at the center bullied you, or everytime Odin creeped you out he immediately found you and hugged you, his scent and his embrace was the only thing that could made you feel safe.

"Thank you darling, thank you, I'll take care of you I promise" he whispered softly. Why did he thank you? You had no idea but as he cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, you knew right then that your obsession with him wasn't going to end here, it was only going to intensify even more so now.

As your alarm rang you groaned internally, you hadn't slept that too well last night, how could you? He had his ex wife staying in his room. Even though he said he won't leave, you didn't actually believe him fully, you knew the power a woman's cunt held especially if it belonged to a woman he fell in love with once, even a psychopath like Odin was pussy whipped once, you remembered how thirsty he was for Sister Natasha. 

After showering you put on an old t- shirt of his that you had stolen with a pair of shorts, you didn't have to work today but Loki had to do a photoshoot for a underwear clothing brand, quick money he said. As you stepped out you found him making breakfast, shirtless like the whore he was, his muscles seemed pumped as if he had worked out, you noticed a pillow and a duvet on the couch so that brought you some relief. Atleast they didn't fuck each other yet. You looked at Jolene and grimaced, she was sitting on the counter. That was your spot, how dare she?

"Good morning" you mumbled so they both looked at you in unison, you kept your eyes on him as you entered the kitchen space and walked towards the refrigerator to take out a bottle of water. But then you felt him grabbing your hand and walking you away, what did you do now? 

He took you to the living room, not that she couldn't see or hear you both from there but you really wanted to see how you pissed him off this time. 

"Are you okay?" He asked you softly as he cupped your cheeks, his eyes seemed..soft. You weren't expecting that first thing in the morning.

"I am .. okay..just wanted to say good morning" your eyes teared up, you didn't understand why or maybe you did, it was the way he was being so gentle with you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead, what was he doing now? Was he trying to manipulate you? Why? His softness had never lasted this long before.

"Making breakfast, want to make tea for us?" He asked you so you nodded.

"She's in my spot"

"I know, I'll look for a place for her, I promise" 

You both made your way back to the kitchen and as you looked at her you smiled, she returned it but it didn't seem genuine, at least not to you. 

"Sooooo.. Jolene Jolene Jolene, I guess we should know each other a little as well, Loki's ex wife is not much of an identity is it?" You smiled at her as you put the kettle on the stove, Loki glared at you, he was already so done with you you could tell.

"It is not.. you are absolutely right about that, I would also like to know you more than 'just that girl from the orphanage' " She smiled as she sipped on her orange juice like a slimy bitch, it was your turn to scowl, couldn't even blame her, you started it.

"Okay let's not make this weird alright? Can we all be civil?" 

Loki turned around to look at her as he spoke and it hurt Jolene, you started it, why would he just direct his attention towards her? You nodded as he said that. "I have to be at the shoot in like one hour, you guys eat, I'll fix myself up" he said so you nodded again

"You're not going to eat Loki? Come on..dont do that" Jolene stepped down from the counter and walked closer to him but before he could answer for himself you chimed in,

"He can't eat Jolene, he has to be shirtless for the photoshoot, it will show, just basic pre shoot precaution you know" you smiled at her and she shook her head. 

"Whatever she said, I'll be back" he got himself out of the awkward situation, leaving you two to deal with each other.

"No need to pretend I know you don't like me" you crossed your arms as you spoke to her so Jolene snickered, did she learn that from the master of snickering himself? 

"Awhhh He was sooooo right about you, you are so childish at times, that's adorable. Tell me why won't I like you? " you glared at her as she said that.

"Because you think I stole your man?" She leaned against the counter as she hummed.

"You can't steal him y/n, you're just a responsibility, don't forget that he married me, he's not even yours if he's fucking other women now is he?" Wow they really talked huh. 

"He doesn't have to fuck me to be mine" you smiled at her and she scoffed.

"You're so delusional you know and it's one of the reasons why you'll end up rightly where you belong" She gritted her teeth as she spoke, leaving you all confused by her words.

"What does that even mean?" 

"You know what I mean, you need help don't you think? You're draining him with your needs, he needs to be set free, he wants to be free but he can't leave you because you're nothing but a helpless child that he has to take care of" 

Your eyes teared up as she said that, you opened your mouth to retort but nothing came out so you turned around and left for your room.

Jolene- 1, You - 0

"Awesome y/n..you're such a loser" you mumbled to yourself as you thought about what she had said just now, she was just salty, you weren't a burden on him, he came for you, he promised to take care of you.

As Loki stepped out Jolene was pouring the tea in a cup for him,

"Where's y/n?" He asked her so she sighed,

"In her room, she left the tea unattended, I just wanted to serve the breakfast and she got upset for some reason" he scrunched his brows as she said that "Is she okay loki? She seems stressed" She asked him so he sighed.

"Of Course she's stressed with everything that has been going on, she has to work long hours too, it's not easy..just ignore her if she says something okay?" He asked her so she smiled at him.

"Ofcourse, can I come with you guys ?" She asked him so he smiled

"You'd be bored but sure if you want to" 

"I always told you that you could be such a model" he chuckled as she said that 

"I remember that..but I'm not a model darling, just doing it for money" he air quoted the term and it made her smile.

"I have missed that" he looked at her confused as she said that "You know..the sweet names" 

 He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to confuse her, he didn't want to lead her on either, but he was afraid that if she continued to be this way they'd get carried away and he'd end up hurting you, he did fall for her once and there was a time he wanted nothing more than to spend his whole life with her but that was before he met you again. He didn't have anything left to give her now, he once did and had regretted it every moment of his life since then.

"We should go" 

"Yeah I'll just get my purse and be right back" as she left he quickly went to your room and knocked on your door so you yelled for him to come in, you had a summer dress in your hands that you were about to put on 

"Just two minutes" you winked at him as he leaned against the door. His eyes raked up and down as you stood there just in your lingerie.

"Come here" he gestured with his fingers and like a puppy you couldn't help but hop towards him. As you reached closer he placed his fingers on your chin and made you look at him before he grabbed the dress and squatted down, then he parted the dress open so you could put your legs in one by one.

"Can you promise to behave? I don't want you to argue or fight with Jo" 

"Why would I fight with her?" He stood up and pulled the straps of your dress over your arms, then he pulled you closer, his arms wrapped around you as he raised the zipper up with one hand while another one caressed your cheek,

"You know why sweetheart, just behave and we can cuddle tonight okay?" You bit on your lips as he said that, that was a tempting offer indeed.

"You promise?" 

"I promise" he kissed your forehead and you couldn't help but moan slightly. 

"That's my good girl" 

An hour later he took you both to the studio, there was another model in a pair of flimsy lingerie sitting between his legs as they posed together, she was pretty of course, not your kind of pretty but definitely Jolene kind of pretty, you could see him flirting with her and you noticed how it bothered Jolene as well. Well you both had something in common atleast.

"He's gonna fuck her you know" you leaned onto the side of your chair so you could whisper and she heard you really well.

"Well..He's a free man..he can do whatever he wants" you smiled as she said that. 

"Why did you break his heart?" 

"It was mutual I would say, he wasn't ready to get into therapy" 

"He doesn't need therapy" she chuckled as you said that 

"Ohh you're an enabler aren't you? Let me get back to your question, if it wasn't for you, we would have been together, you kept coming between us" 

"I wasn't even there, why are you blaming me for failing him?" You chuckled again and it made her upset "Ain't that the truth? If you really loved him you would have tried harder to keep him" 

"You don't know shit so keep your mouth shut y/n, you're nothing but a curse of his life, live with that" 

Your eyes teared up as she said that. You weren't a curse, he would never think of you like that.

Jolene -2, You- Still Fucking 0 

For one of the pictures he had to lie down in the bathtub, as if half naked loki in his briefs wasn't killing you already, now he was drenched as well, he looked at Jolene so she smiled at him and he returned it but he looked away immediately. But when he looked at you, he maintained the eye contact for a little longer as if he was thinking what you were thinking, sometimes you felt as if indeed wanted to fuck you desperately.

After the shoot, Loki tried to call Steve but he didn't pick up, he was kind of pissed about the whole Jolene situation.

"Hey let's go to that restaurant we went to on our honeymoon..they had the best steak" Jolene said to him so he looked at her, he had almost forgotten about that, New York to LA was all he could afford at the time. You rolled your eyes in the backseat, she was doing this on purpose you could tell.

Your eyes met with Loki from the mirror view but you looked away, he told you to behave so for once you wanted to behave, you didn't want to prove her right by upsetting or insulting him in front of her. 

"Drop me home, I'm not in the mood for a steak" 

"You'll come with us alright?" Loki responded immediately

"Well if she doesn't want to come then–" 

"She will. I'm not leaving her alone. Nobody knows where he is and I can't take more risks" Loki cut her off and that made you smile. 

As you all reached the restaurant she sat next to him again like she did in the car, she acted as if she owned him still and you hated it. You excused yourself to use the loo, you just had to get away for a moment because you were so close to ripping her hair out of her skull. You were so lost in your thoughts that on the way you bumped into a man, 

"Arghhh I'm sorry" you turned to look at him and he did the same, he had a mask on along with a cap, but you could see his eyes and his blonde hair, you recognised those eyes, they seemed familiar and then it hit you suddenly. He quickly ran out of the restaurant, Loki had his back towards you two so he couldn't see what had just happened, you didn't want to panic unnecessarily, it could be anybody, it can't be him. He can't be here right? You haven't heard about him since forever, he had disappeared and Loki never mentioned him either.

"This is nice" Jolene said to him so he smiled, he didn't know what to do in this situation. As you returned you seemed a little bit unnerved so he looked at you intently trying to figure out what was going on in your head. He made a mental note to ask you about it later.

When he took you both home you went straight to your room leaving them alone again, he told you that he won't leave you and you really wanted to believe him too but you still felt scared. Loki really wanted to find a safe place for Jolene and he was trying his best, he still didn't understand why she was there. If she regretted leaving him she was too late, he can't go back to that life again. He saw Jolene going to his room so he followed her and he found her sitting on the bed, she was crying so he sat down next to her 

"Are you okay?" He asked her softly and she looked at him before she hugged him tightly.

"I'm sorry Loki, I'm sorry, I know I have hurt you and I have ruined us but ..oh god I miss you more than you can imagine" 

He stayed still as she spoke, he was taken aback a little and her tight embrace did bring back those memories he had tried so hard to forget about. As he didn't respond to her hug she pulled away and cupped his cheeks, then she kissed him passionately.

"I never …stopped.. loving you.. baby" she whispered between the kisses and he couldn't help but return the kiss, he was doing what he feared he'd do. She took his jacket off slowly and her hands roamed inside his shirt then she climbed on top of him

"Stop jo..this isn't right" he mumbled but he made no effort to stop her, this is what got him into the mess the first time, her loving words and touches were what hooked him in, he never had that before she came along.

"I know you have missed me.. please Loki baby..we can fix this I promise" 

He shook his head as she said that. She palmed the bulge in his pants and squeezed him slowly to rile him up further,

"Fuckk ..stop it please..I can't" he grabbed her hand but she didn't stop, she sucked on his neck slowly 

"Why not huh? Because of her? She is the reason why you're still stuck in the past ..you need to let go..we can be so happy together like we used to be..I'll help you heal baby"

He glared at her as she said that. He picked her up and got her off him before he took several steps away from her 

"Don't ever blame her again for my issues Jo" his words were harsh and that made her upset

"You never wanted to hear this but that's the truth" his eyes teared up as she said that.

"It's not. I was happy with you, you weren't happy with me..you left me, you broke me. I got too hard to love, isn't that what you said?" 

She started to cry as he reminded her. He wasn't wrong but she had regretted that day, he was hard to love sometimes but when he wasn't both of them were so happy together that it was unreal.

"I'm sorry.. what do you want me to do, I'm ready to do whatever it will take..I just need one more chance" she got off the bed to get close to him so he stepped back again .

"I begged for a chance Jolene..I was on my knees asking you to not leave me.. and you still left, you never looked back.. I'm still the same, nothing has changed, remember how free you felt that day when you left? Keep that in mind alright? You do not miss me, you miss the man you think you could turn me into, But I'm not that man..I never was..and I could never be. I'll hurt you again, I'll make your life difficult like I did..you don't deserve that" 

He grabbed his jacket and stormed out, he didn't want this, he wasn't good at this anymore, he didn't like feeling this type of pain, it made him feel so weak.

After an hour or so, Jolene came out and apologized to him again and then she told him that she was going to get out of his life, but he couldn't have that, not because he would miss her but because he knew she wouldn't be safe out there so he asked her to stay until he could find a safe place for her. 

At night when you stepped out of the room you found them both chatting in the kitchen as they made dinner, that hurt you again, you felt as if you were intruding into their privacy even though it was the other way around.

"Come help us princess..what were you doing in your room all day?" Loki said to you so you rolled your eyes, 

"Well I don't think you and your missus need any help whatsoever" he glared at you as you said that. You sat down on the couch and turned the tv on as you tried to ignore their presence, after dinner Jolene reluctantly went to sleep in his room and he sat down next to you on the couch so you looked at him  

"Did you guys fuck or what?" 

"Watch your mouth sweetheart" 

"You know she has been such a bitch to me all day?" 

"Is that why you seemed upset at the steak house?" 

"No that's not–" you thought to tell him about the man but then decided against it "Well yess that's exactly why I was upset" he chuckled as you said that.

"What did she do, hmm?" He asked you as he got up and picked you up in his arms, you lost your train of thoughts immediately after that 

"Ummm.. nothing important " 

He took you to your room and laid you down on the bed, you watched him take his t-shirt off slowly, then his jeans came off, you couldn't keep your breathing calm as his toned muscular legs and abs flexed with every moment. He got under the duvet right next to you, you had a tshirt on so he pulled it over your neck but didn't take it off, he wrapped the shirt around your face and you gasped as you felt the fabric sticking to your skin,

"Did she hurt you?" He asked you softly, his thumb brushed over the curve of your bosom and it made you moan in response, all your sense were blocked, you couldn't see, you couldn't breathe properly either and that's what rushed the blood down to your nether region

"Am I a burden on you?" Your voice choked so he leaned down and kissed over your lips which made you moan again, he never would have done that if it wasn't for the layer of fabric seperating your skins

"Have I ever made you feel so?" He asked you, you could feel his hardening bulge between your legs and it made you want to hump him to Sunday.

"Nooo ...never.."

"Then you don't have to worry about that, you know you're my priority right?"

You hummed as he questioned you, your breathing went erratic so he pulled the shirt over your head finally, then he also lowered your shorts down the legs, you had the panties on thankfully.

Your arms wrapped around his waist as he dragged you closer to him, your bare skin touched with his and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning.

"Couldn't keep your eyes off me today huh? I was watching you " he whispered in your ear so you only scooted closer to him, your leg encased over his waist , there wasn't an inch of space left between your bodies

"Daddddy" the word came out barely as a whisper 

"Shhhh it's okay.. get your sleep darling" 

"Don't leave please " 

"I won't I promise " 

Your fingernails caressed the skin on his back and he hummed in response "By the way..to answer your question…I didn't fuck her..not going to either so stop thinking about that" 

You smiled so wide as he whispered softly. 

Jolene - 2 You - Fucking Infinite 

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As Jolene came out to talk to him again she didn't find him on the couch, her eyes welled up with tears of anger and frustration as she realised that he was sleeping with you. She immediately took out her phone and dialed a number, as soon as the person on the other side picked up she went off 

"I'm here ..what am I supposed to do now, you said you'd help get rid of her, she's destroying him and I can't watch him fall deeper into this hole..do something for god's sake" the man on the other side chuckled as she said that.

"Patience dear, patience. I gave you my word, you must know that both of us brothers take pride in that, we keep our promises so just be patient and wait for my instructions. I'll call you, don't call me again" Thor smiled as he hung up. He couldn't wait to meet his brother again.

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Hitting you with boredom questions for the inbetweens of lore.

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Your fav word right now

Fav number

Fav letter

Fav flower and specific colour

Fav plot line of the dsmp lore you’ve seen so far.

Fav most recently watched interaction of dsmp lore

Have you been hit with any story fic ideas while watching the lore as of right now

Skirts or shorts?

Bucket hats or caps?

Fav movie snack

Are you a hoodie person? If yes, zip ups or pull overs?

Hope this fills some time!!!! Thanks for the previous questions before!!!

THANK YOU i just watched the sad-ist animation dawn of 16 again bc it's my tradition to watch them at the end of each era (sometimes before or sometimes after depending on what it was for) so i am just so hype rn for no reason. i fucking love the dream smp 😭😭

ANYWAYSSS THANK YOU FOR THE QUESTIONS :d

HMM probably smithereen(s) (for obvious reasons) or trembling. those are fun :D

my favorite number changes but usually i like the numbers 6 & 11 :D

HMMMMMM probably m, w or d bc they're fun to write

my favorite flowers are calendulas. um. for no reason in particular. ahah

HH favorite specific color is hard cause idrk? i usually go with red as just my basic favorite color. but if i was being specific specific, idk the name but i do know the hue is #c92351. also tortilla brown is good if paired with the right colors

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH there's so much to say. i can't go down the road of any bonding stuff cause TECHNICALLY that isn't really a plot line. so um i like the dreamon thing with tubbo fundy & sap, uhhh and of course when tommy and wilbur are FRESH out of exile. and going wayyy back, i really like seeing how tommy starts to like...form the server into what it eventually ends/ended up being. it's fun. and of course the disc saga cause YES!!! BUTTT if i had to choose i'd say CURRENTLY it's the sapnap & tommy duel in the pet finale. it's fucking funny as shit 😭 OHH and also that whole thing where everyone has schlatt surrounded and he just dies from a heart attack and comes back and says "flatty. patty." IT'S SO RANDOM I LOVE IT

for INTERACTIONS i can go specific cause yes....um techno giving his "die like a hero" speech is nice. and dream and tommy sitting on the bench together is just...peaceful. cause a LOT of the server is together looking off into the distance, it feels like a REALLY good ending to a "season". and uhh there's a lot of little interactions like the whole schlatt thing i mentioned...oh god i need to cut myself off bc actually watching VODS instead of like lore outlines is so rewarding cause i can get down in the crevices and see EVERYTHING (granted i have a LOT of different povs to get to but it's happening! slowly! and with the delayed (cancelled) season 2 i have a lot more time than i thought i did lmao)

i have actually! a lot.... :') mainly just little things cause everytime someone says REMOTELY close to sounding g/t i just....mwah add it to random lines i might make a fic out of. i already sent orchid a fake fic title from something wilbur/tommy (i forget) said LMFAO

i'd prefer pants over anything but shorts!

not a hat gal, and if i am it's beanies....but if i had to choose i'd say bucket hats, they're a vibe :D

HM i gotta go with the basic option of saying popcorn. it's just unbeatable and the BEST option out of everything :D bonus if there's hot tamales or mike & ikes mixed in >:3

yes i am! and pullover all the way, i hate the way zippers look

THANK YOU FOR THESE QUESTIONSSS !!!

time for exile arc lets goo