#got a taste of being loud and now doesn't know how to shut up

[uhgood-girl]

i haven't had a chance to fully form this thought yet so bear with me while i explore my own brain but my immediate response to this is i think two things can be true at the same time.

this is me playing devil's advocate with both you and myself, tbh. if you do not enjoy borderline pedantic over thinking, i recommend you turn back now.

i watched the entirety of standing next to you with my jaw on the floor. beyond seeing jk in what i would consider to be the epitome of his element, the arrival of all that experience and hard work and raw talent finely honed, culminating in the absolute pop perfection that is both that song and performance... well, i've made a joke on here before about my brains inability at this stage to not insert jikook into things. i could maybe help it if i wanted to (i can stop at anytime, says the alcoholic 🥴) but i don't want to because i'm having fun and i've made friends with the brain worms. they're my brain worms, who are you take them from me.

i have also mentioned jikook being it's own form of pattern recognition drug for mine, obviously, and probably other's more neuro-spicy tendencies. once you have seen and unlocked the code, it's really hard to turn the goggles off.

so let's talk about patterns. what is a pattern? a pattern is lmao no, i'm kidding, i don't think i need to define this for you but i guess when i say pattern here i'm referring to what a lot of people often call coincidences. (have i lost you already bc of this word? i know people throw it around often here, but again, bear with me) coincidences can become patterns if they repeat enough. how many coincidences does it take to form a pattern? three, i believe, is the universally accepted number but that feels so small when i type it out, much less think about it, tbh. but i suppose in the discourse of coincidences, something that reoccurs without apparent connection, (traveling strangers who keep ending up in the same cities together, you and your friend always texting each other at the exact same time, two people in a band who keep mysteriously referencing things that connect them in a particular sort of light) bc of the unlikelieness of their serendipitous nature, it makes more sense. and because i want to discuss this in a more tangible form and i believe humans to be meddling by nature, i think coincidences become patterns, beyond the number three, when intent enters the equation.

was that a very long way to say that despite the fact that jk didn't write any of the lyrics himself and is quoted in the article above as telling people to not take things too literally that i'm still going to intuit some autobiographical meaning from them? well, yes. i guess so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

because ✨context✨(glass closet and comp het in particular). a context that i fully admit i am abscribing to the situation myself but if you're reading this i assume you're already in this boat with me, it's your context too, at least tangentially (GUILTY, your honor) by association. the entirety of any jikook argument has to exist in this space and to have gotten here at all required taking some liberties, a certain reading between the lines that is a tightrope of wanting to respect what someone says outloud and at face value while being aware few things are ever black and white (minus the infamous couple in question bah bum tiss 🥁).

if it feels different to you bc it's something he explicity expressed, that's totally fair. i've been back and forth about it a few times myself and maybe i'll feel differently tomorrow. but rn, this is where i'm at and this is all just spitballing at the end of the day, no?

in an attempt to not be accused of only picking and choosing the lyrics that suit my (gay) agenda, it feels worth pointing out that the lines i find applicable to jikook are not literal. as in while i fully believe jk could probably do anything he set his big, beautiful heart out to do, leaving someone's body golden like the sun and moon is unlikely. ( the jikook relevance is in it's choice, why that particular metaphor) and despite being more in the realm of possibility, i don't really believe he's fucking seven days a week either. his agreeance to the use of female pronouns in some songs and even the women in his music videos are a. the comp het standard for this worldwide pop boy takeover (inarguably) and b. don't automatically negate any potential underlying queerness of the artist himself. so when he sings she (is there even anything in the lyrics beyond the pronoun itself that could only refer to a cis woman? hell, does "she" only have to refer to a cis woman in this day and age? jimin is v in touch with his anima these days, don't kink shame :P) I'm taking that as an artistic liberty the same way I'm taking something like it's deeper than the rain. and the latter rain line only stands out to me because, again, broader context.

he didn't write any of the song lyrics but he was there for every step of the production and still approved what actually made it on to the album. he didn't write there for you, the song in gcf tokyo either but i dare you to go find a jikook argument about that video that doesn't list that song and its lyrics as evidence. he didn't write them but it's definitely something he cares about and is very aware of. i doubt anything was chosen without some degree of thought. which brings us full circle back to coincidences vs patterns and intent.

do i think the lyrics a lot of us collectively recognized as jikook coded, even if you respectfully don't want to read that far into it, were a coincidence this late in the game? ain't no way lmao. our jikook roads are paved with these sort of "coincidences." you think they weren't apart of the appeal? helped boost it right to main track status? maybe if it had just been the lyrics, without any of the imagery in the video (i would love to know how much creative direction he had here too, i hope we find out) to back it up, but between that not straight red line of fate, the black swan like wings, the dancing in front of the sun painting, the two households, both alike in dignity, in fair verona where we lay our scene aka the forbidden love vibes, etc. - it's too much for this sad little hyper-fixated romantic queer, personally lol.

so, i think two things can be true at the same time! i'm sure a lot of the songs and their implications have no autobiographical meaning to them beyond a universally relatable conversation and narrative about love, i do believe him. i think based on all the responses and feedback his first releases got, making a statement such as the one in the article was a good? pr move if nothing else too and definitely in line with what we have come to expect around an industry that bts is both sort of moving away from but still restricted by at this stage. if you've read any of my other ramblings so far on this site, you'll know i operate from a place of the more smoke screen around all this (this being a potential romantic relationship between jikook) the better, bc at the end of the day i want all of bts more than anything safe, happy, and free to pursue whatever creative fancy they can dream. them building a level of plausible deniability into this sort of stuff protects them. i will remain a broken record on that point.

but bc of the larger context of jikook as a whole and my belief that jk is both clever and also a romantic at heart, i'm going to take these crumbs and go. 🚗💨 i'm not in any sort of who can be the more superior, rational delulu competition, we're all in our own little clown cars no matter your chosen dressings until proven otherwise. that's the nature of this whole shebang, bby. 🤠👉👉

def feel free to come respectfully argue with me though, i'm never here to convince anyone but i enjoy these conversations and i love other people's perspective. are you ignoring the standing next to you jikook bait?

[bananayuyu]

Making a Mess

Pairing: Mingi x f reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Being on stage makes Mingi really, really horny. Luckily you're backstage to help him out.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, public sex, unprotected sex, bodily fluids making a mess on the floor...

A/n: Heard an audio on here today and well... my brain started working overtime. I need him to destroy me. My bestie challenged me to write something short finally 😭 hope you enjoy! <3

I wrote a part 2/expansion of this story called Cleaning Up which you can read here!

Read it on ao3

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Being on stage always had an affect on Mingi, one visceral and tangible, obvious even to fans with a keen eye. The lights, the production, the sea of screaming people chanting his name, it all riled him up more than anything. Staring out at the massive arena, the music deafening loud as he rapped through ragged breaths, his nerves were on fire. Exiting the stage he ripped off his jacket, lumbering quickly towards the changing rooms on his way to find you.

You, his companion on tours. His close... friend? Not really. No one asked questions, least of all you two. But you knew why you were here, why he needed you patiently waiting with the rest of the staff, ready to help him at a moment's notice.

"Y/n," Mingi huffs as he busts through the door, his lungs heaving from the heat he's feeling, his makeup making his eyes look dark and demanding. A small smile sneaks onto your lips as you rise, following him out into the hall, a sprinkling of random people wandering past you at varying speeds. You've both been in this arena a few times before, and you know exactly where he's taking you. He's got about seven minutes before he needs to be back onstage again, so it can't be too far. Not that either of you are thinking about that right now. You duck down another small hallway and then his hands are on you, pushing you against the wall by your hips, his open mouth colliding with yours as you both sigh in anticipation, tongues roaming each other's mouths. You can hear a pair of shoes squeaking down the perpendicular hallway, a small golf cart running by somewhere in the distance. You're not really covered here but it doesn't matter. It only adds to everything.

Mingi pulls back with a nip to your lower lip, burying his face in your neck as he snakes his hands underneath your shirt, squeezing over your entire body while biting down, marking you just like he did a few days prior, where a small yellow bruise is still healing. A small yelp escapes your lips at the pain, your entire body buzzing with pleasure as he so aggressively plays with you, making your knees weak. Not wanting you to fall he moves to grab your waist, lifting you up the wall as you wrap your legs around his hips to anchor yourself. At this angle you can feel how hard he is, just like everyone saw moments ago on the big screen.

"Was it a good set?" you ask breathlessly, your faces only inches apart.

"Fuck yeah," he responds before kissing you again, a hand coming to rest behind your head as he pushes into your mouth even further, reveling in the feeling of your warm tongue on his. "Fuck I needed this," he groans, his other hand gripping your hip to help support you, his hips grinding into yours as he tastes your sweet lipgloss, your perfect eyes shut in pleasure as he digs his hand into your soft flesh. Soon he's unbuttoning his pants, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as he holds you up with just his hips. He's unzipping hastily, desperately grabbing at his cock to free it, squeezing his shaft as he lines himself up with you. Your exercise shorts are just loose enough, with no underwear underneath of course, for him to push them to the side and reveal your soaking cunt, your body getting worked up long before he came and got you. Shakily he lines himself up with your entrance, his blood pumping through him so fast as he slowly pushes in, the stretch immaculate.

"Fuck, Mingi," you whisper, shocked every time by how big he is, how good it feels. Slowly he starts rocking his hips into yours, your wet pussy making lewd noises echo down the hallway. Moving his hands back to your hips Mingi lifts you just a bit higher, giving him the perfect angle to start fucking you hard, the wet noises replaced by the slapping of skin, over and over and over.

"How are you always so wet?" he groans in your ear, his mouth nipping at your lobe and making you whimper. Pulling back he watches your face from just inches away, loving the way your brows are scrunched up and your mouth hangs open as you try not to moan too loud. Your body bounces with the force of his thrusts, your hands still anchoring on his shoulders as he pounds into you even harder, his grip on your hips so strong it will surely leave bruises. Your pussy clenches down on him as he hits your cervix repeatedly, ripping little orgasms out of you over and over, your legs shaky as you hold onto his hips for dear life.

"God, you drive me fucking- fuck- crazy," he whispers in your ear, his cock throbbing from the feeling of your wet walls squeezing down on him. "You cum so fast on my cock," he groans, his head spinning as his climax quickly approaches. You've already fallen over the edge multiple times, your body shaking hard now as you just try to hang on, unable to respond to him as you keep yourself from screaming into the open hall. He's absolutely ravishing you, his movements sloppy as he chases his pleasure, your wetness dripping down onto his pants, the floor. Suddenly his orgasm washes over him, his hips stuttering before coming flush with yours, as he shoots deep inside you, his cum filling you with warmth. It's a lot, too much for your pussy to contain, and small amounts start dribbling out of you already, even with his cock still buried inside you.

"Fuck, what would I do without you," he sighs into your hair, kissing your forehead before moving to your lips. He moves his hands around your back, pulling you up towards him in an embrace as you breathe hard. Your arms rag doll down to your sides as you sigh, your head resting heavy on Mingi's shoulder, and he chuckles. "You good?" he whispers, and you nod your head in response. You nuzzle your face into his neck more, making him pause for just a moment, letting a bit of time pass with you both still entangled.

And then it's finally time for him to slowly pull you off of him, both of you watching as the rest of his cum drips out, down your legs and onto the floor, leaving a small puddle. There's a smirk on his face but your cheeks are bright red with embarrassment, even if this wasn't the first time that's happened. For a brief moment his chest tightens, knowing that you find it a bit mortifying letting him have you so publicly. It's all so hot and so shameful all at once, making you quiet and shy, and with your eyes on the ground your hand on his arm is the only sign that you're still wanting him next to you.

"Come on," he says, helping you start to move the rest of the way down this small hall that had a bathroom at the end of it. This really was the perfect arena for this, given the out-of-the-way private bathroom. You wish all of the arenas they toured had this set up. Your legs wobble as you make your way down, Mingi's hold the only thing from preventing you from falling. And then you're finally there by the door, about to swing it shut when he gently grabs your shoulder turning you around. His eyes are swimming with satisfaction as your face meets his, and he leans down to pull you into a kiss again, this time sweet and gentle.

"Mingi, get your ass back here!" you hear a voice scream from down the hall, the sound sharp from ricocheting off the brick walls. And just like that he's gone down the hallway, running on somewhat shaky legs of his own. But not before planting one final kiss on your nose, making your stomach light with butterflies, your core clenching from the sweetness.

[bbina]

women in male dominated fields | nct dream

about: giving 7dream a taste of their own medicine pairing: situationship!dream x fem!reader notes: bbina writing about situationships again.. what's new? first attempt writing for 7dream again! if u guys have any reqs (can do texts too!) do let me know hehe

mark - hittting him up after ghosting him because he posted on his instagram story

mark realized that he got ghosted by his "situationship" as haechan likes to call it and decided to write a song about it thus prompting him to post that selfie on his instagram story not expecting that you were going to see it

after posting the selfie, he shuts his phone off as he continues to produce his new song inspired by your actions. not a little while later, his phone dings. it was a notification from instagram. mark's eyes widens reading the notification on his phone. it was from you, the one who ghosted him

[yourname] y/n (♡) Replied to your story: 😍

mark fought every demon he had inside him that was telling him to not reply but for some fucking reason he just can't resist you. he inevitably replies much to his own dismay and thus, the cycle repeats

your phone vibrates in your hand. it was a notification that mark had reacted to your dm. you can feel the smile creep up on your face when you swiped up to see him typing

[onyourm__ark] hahaha thanksss [onyourm__ark] is typing...

your smile widens when you take a wild guess what his next message was. you already knew deep in your bones what his three lettered reply

[onyourm__ark] wyd?

and so mark is back in this vicious cycle. what he gets out of this? bangers after bangers of songs of course. now there he was in his studio, eagerly waiting for your reply this time around. hopefully you won't ghost him again but who knows

renjun - not replying to him despite being online

renjun constantly sent you updates throughout his day. from what time he woke up to what he had for breakfast lunch and dinner but only to be left on delivered all day

he would try to call you but it would just go straight to voice mail and that got him worried. did something happen to you? were you busy? why aren't you replying to him?

as the day finally comes to an end, there was still no message from you

that itself should've been the message but renjun thinks otherwise. when his phone lights up, he instantly jumps on it and checks if it was you

it was

you: hey i was out with ningning today. wyd?

that was a lie. you weren't out with ningning all day. you were at home, watching movies and the such while reading his messages from the notification wall on your phone. you had put your phone on dnd just because

renjun frowns at your message. you didn't even reply to any of his messages or let alone read them?

renjun: did you not get my messages? i was texting you all day

you were on your 7th movie when your phone dings again. you let out a loud sigh, seeing that it was. from renjun and not from your friends. quickly, you typed a short reply before turning your phone back on to dnd

you: srry, my bad

and with that, renjun notices the little "y/n has notifications silenced" on the bottom of the screen renjun can only wonder how much can he take from this kind of relationship. if he says something, would you finally change your ways?

jeno — hiding things from him because you knew he'd get mad

ever since that you and jeno started hanging out more and more, things have become a little weird between the two of you. you were too afraid to ask where you were at you just ignored it despite the signs being there

if jeno isn't going to say anything about your evolving "friendship" then why should you?

now here you two were, arguing in the middle of the street after he had accidentally read a text message from someone he doesn't know about some date you two are having in the next following days

"seriously? you're going on a date and you didn't tell me?" jeno argues, throwing his hands up in the sky like you had just done something illegal

your eyebrows furrowed as you feel the anger rising. why was he acting like this if you two didn't even have anything going on?

"and why will i? it's not like we're together" you argue back

jeno stops in his tracks when your words hit him like a truck

"this is why i didn't tell you. because you're literally mad at me for no reason!" you bark, grumbling about he's being irrational as you walk away from him

your words repeat in jeno's head like a broken record "it's not like we're together"

right.. you two aren't together... is it too late for him now?

haechan — "what are we?" "im not looking for anything serious rn"

being with haechan is a constant play of tug of war. yeah you're friends. friends who kiss, who make out, who go out on dates, friends who may or may have not fucked in the backseat of his car but yeah! you're friends. best of friends even

you were on his couch, straddling his lap when haechan looked at you different for the first time

"what's with the long face?" you giggle, leaning on top of him with your hands propped on the sides of his head, trapping him in between you

haechan resisted the urge to kiss you right then and there. which was incredibly rare for the man. if this was just any other normal sleepover, he would've pounced without a second thought

"nothing" haechan suddenly stands up, pushing you off of his lap

you pout but disregard it. you grab your phone to scroll on tiktok now that the mood was kinda ruined

haechan turns to the side to take a good look at you. you look so pretty just sitting there next to him. he racks his brain up for anything he can say just to break the silence but his mind wanders about your whole being in general

how you're so nice to him, how you just click flawlessly, how you just somehow make his day better with just a quirkly little message

maybe making sure we're on the same boat wouldn't hurt.. haechan thinks to himself

you were laughing at some dumb tiktok when haechan suddenly clears his throat. you look up to see him looking back at you in the eye

"what are we?"

and it's silence after that. you were too stunned to speak. for a second there you thought he'd ask you if you wanted to play some league with him but no

you laugh awkwardly, diverting your attention back to your phone. oh look, jaehyun just posted a new cover

"y/n" haechan calls your name out, now leaning closer to you

"what?"

"answer me"

you've never heard haechan sound so... desperate? and its looking like you've stayed your welcome with how the atmosphere had severely changed in his living room. you abruptly stood up from the couch, heading towards the front door

haechan immediately follows. he grabs your hand before you could hold the door knob, forcing you to look at him

"listen hyuckie, i don't know what you want me to say.. i'm not looking for anything serious right now" you mumble, avoiding his eyes

oh.

you don't hear it but haechan's heart breaks a little. so all those intimacy were just casual for you?

"i'll see you tomorrow okay? winter is asking me to come over. see you"

with that you leave haechan's apartment, leaving him alone with his thoughts. maybe he shouldn't have asked that

jaemin — telling him that you don't want to be posted

you knew jaemin had a photography account. it was linked to his profile when you first checked his social media accounts when you guys first started talking

every time you guys would hang out, jaemin always brought a camera with him. snapping photos of whatever and posting them almost immediately on his photography account

and of course he takes photos of you whenever he could. may it be scripted or candid, you will always have a photo taken by jaemin

so when he thought that you two were going somewhere, he was ready to finally post you to his account til you say some words that shook him to the core

"can you not post me just yet? i feel shy"

jaemin was alarmed with this. did he do anything wrong for you to be shy? he was almost certain that he made sure that you had the constant assurance of being with him despite not being exclusive just yet

"why? what's wrong?" jaemin asks, worried

you shrug, "i just don't want to be posted"

jaemin had to double check if he heard you right. because from all the other flings he had in the past, they were borderline begging him to post them on any of his socials til you came along

"are you sure?

"yes jaems. i'm absolutely sure" you smile, reaching over to hold his hand to convince him further. jaemin's not 100% convinced but fine. if you say so. though if it was any other person, they'd jump on the opportunity from the get go but jaemin can only guess that you were different from the rest

what jaemin doesn't know that you're not about that commitment life for now

chenle — telling him that you're still friends with your ex

it was already rare that you and chenle go out especially with your unique (for lack of better word. chenle's words, not yours) "relationship" with him, of course you just had to run into your ex in the middle of it

"y/n, is that you?" sungchan chirps, walking closer to your table to take a closer look. your eyes widened when you realize that it was sungchan who called out your name earlier

"channie!" you greet a little too excitedly for chenle's liking. you stood up from your seat, giving sungchan, who you haven't seen in so long a quick hug

chenle's eyes narrow at the way you are so enthusiastic about reuniting with sungchan after a long time. he watches you like a hawk the way your eyes are sparkling whenever sungchan makes an attempt to make you laugh

he (chenle) coughs to catch both of your attentions. sungchan is a little startled and greets chenle

"oh sorry man, i didn't see you there. my bad" sungchan sheepishly apologizes before he tells you that he'll be on his way and that he was happy to see you again. you laugh again as you bid him goodbye, watching him walk away from your table

when you sit back down, you were met with a sulky chenle

"what?" you ask, taking note of the way chenle's eyebrows were furrowed

"what was that about?" chenle murmurs

"who? sungchan? oh, he's just a friend" you brush him off like it was nothing, taking a bite of your burger

"yeah. but he's your ex, is he not?" chenle questions, frowning at the mention of your previous relationship status

you raise a brow at the latter

"we're literally just friends and i can't just let him go. i don't know why you're so bothered about it" you click your tongue in annoyance

chenle simply shakes his head, jaw clenched. the way you just dismissed him is beyond him but he guesses he deserves it for not putting a label on whatever you two have going on

guess he'll just suck it up for now

jisung — telling him not to worry about your other friends

you and jisung had a lot of common friends than you two initially thought. so much that he himself is in disbelief that you know sion out of all people

"y/n? didn't think i'd see you around here!" sion greets, coming near you with his arms open

"sion!" you smile, hugging him back

jisung looks between the two of you. since when did you know each other?

sion catches jisung's curious stare and laughs out loud, wrapping an arm around your shoulder

"y/n and i go way back! we went to the same highschool!" sion tells jisung

you giggle, head falling back to sion's shoulder as you nod your head yes in agreement

"we were in the same friend group too" you coo, poking sion's sides

jisung can only smile awkwardly at your skinship. so you two are close? like close like that?

"alright i gotta find the others. i'll see you around?" sion says but the last bit was directed towards you instead of jisung. jisung catches a look in sion's eyes that he can't pinpoint what it was

does sion have a crush on you or something?

"okay. see you around" you wave goodbye as sion walks away. you sit back next to jisung who was now fidgeting in his seat. you two aren't exclusive but you had already confessed your feelings for each other in the past

"what's wrong, jwi?" you ask, looking over at him with concern

"... you and sion?" he asks lowly, so low that you barely caught it over the sound of the music playing on the speakers

"what?"

"you and sion" jisung says seriously, finally looking at you with sad eyes

"oh!" you gasp, catching on, "me and sion are just friends, jwi" you laugh, patting his head

"... are you sure?"

you wrap your hands around him, leaning your head on his shoulder

"i have my eyes on you, dummy" you coo, poking his nose. eventually jisung does wrap his arounds you too, hearing your words. though there's a part of him that doesn't buy it. he could've sworn that sion looked at you like that. but if you said that you two are just friends, then you two are just friends.. right?

[reveriebae]

How it tastes like

pairing(s) : Roommate! Song Mingi x Fic writer! reader

word count : 2912

genre : smut

summary : when your roommate wanna check what's make you stressed out from writing end up to an unexpected tasting experience.

warning(s) : afab! reader, oral (m & f receiving), fingering (f receiving), no protection (please use in rl!), cumplay. Lmk if I missed something.

Minors do not interact, 21+ only!!

🪐smut under the cut🪐

A loud sigh escaping from your lips, your room is dark but the screen from the laptop in front of you lights up your face and some spot behind you which is the headboard of your bed.

"Fuck this is so hard, what the hell am I gonna type" you muttered.

Being a writer is fun, actually really fun, but there's a time where you can't think any word and stressed out when people who read your fics give you a bunch of requests but they doesn't give you any plot idea or something that could boost your writing mood, especially when it comes to something you never even experience but you really want to write about that thing. You don't have to be a full experienced person to write stories, but sometimes to make your story feels alive and entertaining you gotta know the details about the thing that will be the main 'thing' for the whole story.

It's about blowjob in this case, as a smut fanfic writer it's really stressed you out when you realized how powerful and amazing your imagination are but the lack of experience you have is sometimes become a barricade for you to explain every detail of it, it's making you feel exhausted and confused and of course losing your interest to write, but the image of finish your writing that satisfied your imagination feels so so good.

"Hey, Y/N are you still awake?" Your roommate said after knock your bedroom door.

"Yeah, why?" The door cracks open, showing Mingi on the door frame peeks inside your room while all he could see is just a dark room with a small light from the laptop screen.

"Are you serious? Still writing at this fucking hour? Y/N please look at the time..you gotta rest, you gotta work, you have a class tomorrow and you gonna blind yourself if you keep writing in the dark dumbass".

"Shut the fuck up, you always say that I have to find some hobby to not stressed out from my-".

"Hobby do not supposed to make you feel stressed Y/N.. don't get me wrong, can I go in?" you nod and he turn on the light switch of your bedroom, he sits beside you on the bed.

You hurried to close the laptop cause everyone knew you are a writer but no one knows what in the hell your writings are about. Mingi frowns and his face is all confused.

"I was about to help Y/N, don't be such an ass".

"No no, you don't have to Mingi, I... I feel tired, I'm gonna slee-" he grab your laptop in one hand and his other hand grips both of your hand, you gasp as you tried to get off of his hand but you can't match his power.

"Nah you're not gonna fool me this time, come on let me help. You gotta remember your family is not even here, if you sick I'm gonna be the one who got to and will to take care of you".

"But Mingi, that's not the problem..".

"Just tell me what story are you writing right now? Is it romance?" You shook you head.

"Fantasy?action?" Nuh-uh.

"You do horror??".

"No you dumb, I am a smut writer" your face flushed it's now all red and hot from the embarrassment, but his face remained still.

"What is smut? A killer documentary? World secret? Conspiracy theory?" You stare at him in disbelief.

"It's.. it's some kind of... Porn" You stutter as he still grips you hand and your laptop is on his lap. Your faced get hotter when he just laughed in front of your face.

"You? Write a porn? That's amazing actually, despite you interact with guy is a rare view that so cool that you could write that such a thing, so what makes you stressed lately?" He lets out your hand to give you a small clap with smile that you want to wipe of his face, cause you're literally suffering while he unexpectedly support you when he knew you wrote filth all this time.

"You won't help me at all Mingi, just go.." you let out a deep breath, can't seem to look at his eyes.

"You're just unsure of the things that you want to write, because I know you are inexperienced. Now tell me, what makes you stressed?" He ends up rubbing your knuckles softly, wants to make you sure that you're safe with him, wants to make you sure that he cares about you in every way.

"Shut the fuck up Mingi, I said you won't help me".

"You are the one who's gonna shut the fuck up and tell me now" he grumbled he lets your hand then lift up your chin to make you look at his eyes.

"Blowjob, it's blowjob!" Your face might be directed to him but you shut your eyes closed.

"Wasn't so hard was it? Tell me more of your curiosity about blowjob".

You have no choice but to explain to him, it's overshoot. "I- I know blowjob is sucking- you know..dick, I have read those blowjobs scene from a lot of different writers but I'm not sure if I can write about that cause I don't know what to write for the details, I always thought of 'what if I make a mistake?' 'what if my readers mock me because of my writings?' 'what if they call me an inexperienced smut writer?' I got so many 'what if' in my head Mingi and I know you could barely help me, beside this is so embarrassing to talk about this with you cause you're literally a dude".

"That's the point, I'm a dude and that's why I said let me help you. All you gotta do is just ask" Your mind wandered into something you shouldn't thought about, the word 'All you gotta do is just ask' is so ambiguous, is he telling you to ask a question or ask him to do something? You decided to give up and receive the help Mingi gave you.

"So..how a cum tastes like?" You ask bluntly makes him chuckles under his breath.

"I never taste my own cum Y/N" you frown and slap his shoulder make him hissed.

"Fuck off Mingi, you told me you gonna help me!".

"I was Y/N, but I really never taste my own cum so I really don't know" he laughed while blocking your hands that's about to puch his chest. "But you can taste it yourself, if you want to" he smirks after finish his laughter.

"Mingi..you did not..".

"I'm just tryna help, if you want to let's do it..the blowjob, once again if you want to. But if you don't I'll be back to my room right now " You thought he's just playing with you but when you gather your courage to look at his face, he's serious about it.

"But that would be so weird.." he shakes his head at your words "isn't it?".

"No if you would trust me as much as I trusted you, you gotta remember that you are the one who need this Y/N, I'm just trying to help" His hands wraps around your shoulders, make you hold a shiver that could run down your body. "Do you want to?" His eyes drilling holes into your soul, you could only nod at him and smile plastered his face.

"So..w-what should I do?" You look back at your lap, you're so embarrassed right now you can't even think straight.

"My eyes are right here love, now help me to remove my pants" he lifts your chin up again, and now your hands begin trailing his sweatpants as he move his hips up to make you remove the pants easier.

Now he's half naked, in front of you, on your bed and the night dress you are wearing is slutty enough for the man's view.

"Show me what you learned from those smuts you read love" You start to touch his dick, hold and experimentally stroke his dick. You could hear his breath hitched, it gains confident in you so you stroke it a bit faster makes him lets out a moan, you could feel yourself started getting wet.

"Good love, now try to use your mouth" You wet your lips then stick your tongue to lick on his shaft then roll your tongue on the head. A salty liquid appears you guess that is what's called a precum, you open your mouth and try to take his cock inside, take a look at Mingi make you moan at how good he looks right now. His head falls back to the headboard while his mouth wide open, the sweats rising on his forehead and chest going up and down at how hard he is breathing, when you taste the salty precum of his your moan send a vibration right into his dick then his right hand suddenly have a nice grip on your hair as he starts moving your head up and down his cock.

The more he moves your head the faster it become and deeper it gets down your throat, when you swallow your saliva that collected inside your mouth, his moan became louder then you do it repeatedly. His not gonna last and you know it, you could feel his cock pulsing against your lips then you could taste a really bitter liquid spurts out of his dick, he calls your name on repeat then you bob your head on his dick for about 4 times before you pull out.

When you watch porn or read smut, it looks so easy to swallow the cum but you can't seem to swallow it, Mingi noticed your panicked expression then quickly open your drawer to take 2 sheets of tissues then hold the tissue on his hand and put it near your lips "Sorry love, spit it out don't worry" instead of spit his cum out of your mouth, you stick out your tongue while look at him to give him a nice view of his cum trickle down your tongue and land on the tissue on his hands.

"Fuck you look so beautiful doing that, so pretty for me, so messy with my cum like that love" when his cum is all out of your mouth Mingi throw the tissue to the trash bin and hand you a glass of water. "Your throat might feel a bit rough, you gotta drink a lot " you nod as you do what he tells, you could still feel the taste of his cum washed by the water and crashing down your throat.

"Mingi..uhm, I think you caused me another problem" you cleared your throat then Mingi eyes went wide he thought he hurted you or something.

"What? Are you okay? Am I hurting your throat? Too big for your lips it hurts?" He ramble then you close his mouth with your index finger to shut him up.

"No, it's just.. I need you to..".

"To what? You want another glass of water? Or do you want a candy? Yeah? I have some in my room wait a seco-".

"I need to you fuck me Mingi! You moaned a lot when I suck you, you..make me kinda wet".

"Oh..you sure?" Mingi blinks multiple times when you finally stand up and kissed him, the kiss is slow and passionate, his hands begins to roams all over your body as you gasp onto his mouth.He lays you in your bed, pull up your night dress to reveal you are not wearing anything but only your panties inside the dress. "So beautiful for me love, bet you gonna touch yourself while imagine about me tonight if we don't fuck" he lowers himself until he's between your legs then he removes your panties in no time.

"I actually did, sometimes" he looks at your face at the words, he grips your thighs so hard you let out a hiss.

"You are really driving me insane my love, do you also write smut about me?" He opens your legs wide and place his face right in front of your bare pussy then blow on it, the action make you whimper above him. "I hope you could take a look at how wet you are love, eager for me to ruin your pretty little pussy, don't you?" He trails kisses on you inner thigh.

"Please Mingi..don't keep me waiting" you mewl then smile to him when he looks at your face, pushing his middle finger into your wet cunt make you gasp as he trusts it slowly inside you.

"You're not ready to take me yet my love, I gotta prepare you first" he trusts his finger faster and when you start to moan loudly he pull his finger out of you and lick them clean. "So sweet for me" you whimper at his action.

"Don't you wanna eat me out Mingi? Please do" smirk plastered on his face when you say the word, he lifts your legs until they touched your chest then he devour you immediately. Your eyes rolling back and your hand automatically get a grip on Mingi's hair as he growls into your pussy. He inserts his middle and ring fingers into your cunt then curling it up while his tongue doing a kitten lick on your clit, a fast kitten lick on your clit. "Fuck Mingi.. don't stop-mmh gonna..gonna cum" His index finger joins the other two fingers and he suck your clit make you scream as you cum so hard your body spasming and Mingi holds your hips down.

"Just like that love, let it out for me" he trails kisses on you cheeks and jawline until you stop shaking under him.He peels off his shirt then rubbing his cock on your clit, you let out whimpers because of the sensitivity "And from now on..fuck with me will be your new hobby, my dick is gonna be your fucking hobby" with that he enters himself inside you in one hard trust make you scream so loud. "Oh shoot, it hurts? Sorry, I'll pull it ou-".

"No please, just keep going" you breathed while holding into his arms, he nods at you then starts to move slowly. When your moans become louder he sped up his movement, "ah- fuck you feel so good Mingi, so big.." you moan uncontrollably.

"Yeah, you take me really well Y/N my love" his words sounds so sweet with the soft deep voice he lets out, but his grip on your waist and the way he's pistoning his hips so hard your tears start to gather at the corner of your eyes.

"Faster Mingi! Please make me cum please please fuckkk" Your eyes closed, whimpers and rambling flow out of your lips. You can hear his whisper, definitely sounds like he's begging you to cum. His movement become faster and faster, you lose it when he moves one of his hand and rubs your clit with two fingers that you assume it's his index and middle finger.

"Yes love..yes, fuck you are so so tight, so good for me, you are amazing baby" you cum for the second time, your legs feels like giving up but Mingi still thrust himself into you. "God.. I'll fucking give you what you want, I'll make you taste what you wanna fucking taste" it doesn't take him so long to cum inside you with sharp thrust that make you let out a choked moan. He pulled out make you whimper then go down on you to suck his cum out of your cunt.

"W-wait Mingi! What are you doing?!" You look down but he pays you no mind, when he finishes whatever he's doing he hovers over you and then give you an open mouthed kiss, your eyes open wide when you could taste a salty liquid over your tongue, when Mingi fills your mouth with all his cum he pulls off from the kiss then spit right into your tongue, he is doing a fucking cumplay and you know that.

"Now swallow it love, I know you can do it" You don't wanna swallow it, but the moment when Mingi spit into your mouth and the fact that your cum, his cum, your spit and his spit are mixed together make your head dizzy in a good way then you swallow it unwittingly and without hesitation, you show your tongue to him to proof that you have swallow all of it, his smirk grows. "You do really good for me love" he's keeping you in his embrace for a good half an hour. When he feels you dozed off, he give a light pat on your cheek you wake you up. "Don't sleep yet my love, we gotta clean you up first".

"I'm feel so tired Mingi, let me sleep" He lifts you up into his arms instead, but it's not like you're complaining tho. He takes you to your bathroom then put you inside the tub after he fills it with warm water.

He stokes your hair make you dozed off again, he giggles at the sight.

"What are you going to do without me, my love".

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

You know that feeling when you want to make a good impression and eveything you do feels low-key humiliating

Or when you're just perpetually mortified about every word that leaves your mouth by default regardless of what's happening or who you're talking to like I am—

ANYWAY HERE'S SOME HEADCANONS ABOUT THE BOYS BEING EMBARASSED OR SOMETHING—

Oooh Nooooo

Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy x Reader

Needless pointless fluff with the tiniest bit of hurt-comfort or something

Live-action or anime/manga canon, either or both

I don't think there are any TWs?

Sorry for wasting all of our time with this silliness

Anyway here's some Nu.

Zoro

He just pushes himself much too hard sometimes.

Sitting down and "taking a nap" after training, when he's clearly well beyond his limit.

Or rather "passing out from utter exhaustion with his swords unsheathed across his lap."

It could have ended a lot worse than a rogue wave washing across the deck and a gash on his arm.

Grumbling about how he's fine and doesn't need any help the whole time you're wrapping bandages around his arm and chiding him.

Going silent and tense for a moment when you wrap him in a tight hug and softly ask him to be more careful.

No, he's not blushing, he's never blushed in his entire life, shut up

Hugging you back? What are you talking about?

Gives a little growl of annoyance, refusing to let you go for longer than he's willing to admit, and will probably say it was for your benefit if anyone asks.

Sanji

The old *whoops* with the pepper shaker.

It had already been a long day, he was just trying to wind down in the kitchen.

Trying to season a very simple, very straightforward sauce.

And the entire lid falls off of the pepper shaker, and into the pot, along with a massive pile of ground black pepper.

And he just lets out a groan of defeat, dropping to his knees and letting his forehead fall against the edge of the stove with a weak little thunk.

But no no no, you're already hurrying over to help scoop out the excess pepper, reassuring him that it'll definitely be fine.

Your rush to assist him is enough to make him smile in itself, to let out a small affectionate chuckle as he watches you grimace at the taste the ruined sauce, before you meet his eye and try to fake a smile.

Decides to repurpose the sauce in question, to get back at the idiots that loosened the pepper shaker lid in the first place.

The two of you are left snickering to yourselves while the rest of the crew fights over the nearest jug of fresh water after tasting it themselves.

Shanks

Man could probably drop a knife and sever three of his toes and still manage to laugh it off, what is "embarrassment...?"

Well, it's a little more subtle.

It's having to relearn how to use both a sword and a pen after losing half of his dominant arm.

It's laughing off how his handwriting looks like a child's now.

It's getting mildly annoyed at trying to button a shirt one-handed and simply tucking it into his belt instead.

It's refusing help with simple tasks that could be made far simpler if the stubborn idiot would just let you help already—

It's hearing him chuckle and agree when you call him a stubborn idiot for refusing any help, settling his hand in your hair and pulling you close.

The whole process is embarrassing in itself, but he's got you, and he's got his crew, and that makes it all so much easier.

Mihawk

What on earth could he possibly have to be embarrassed about?

World's Greatest Swordsman, one of the seven Warlords, with a sense of wit as devastating as his blade.

And yet, despite all his efforts to hide it, he's just a big softie.

As if it wasn't already evident from how he allowed Zoro to live after challenging him and subsequently trained him, with the convenient excuse of wanting a worthy rival.

He's going to glare at you with a sharpness that could slice clean through diamond if you suggest out loud that he did any of it out of kindness, much less fondness.

But he's also going to sigh in an irritable sort of defeat when you kiss his cheek and compliment him for finding such a perfect balance between mercy and murder.

And mumble just as irritably about how you're lucky he finds you endearing enough to keep around, begrudgingly proving your point without even realizing it.

Buggy

Lives in a perpetual state of embarrassment that he tries to mask with haughtiness and aggression.

It mostly revolves around the elephant in the room.

The very red, very round elephant in the room, attached to the very center of his face.

The one he might just slaughter anyone for mentioning in front of him.

Who nose what that could possibly be *wink-wink*nudge-nudge**stupidest-pun*

But the second you plant a kiss there and say how cute it is, in a way that makes it clear you're not condescending or taunting him about it, he's too busy blushing and sputtering over his words to remember what he was supposed to be angry about in the first place.

[perfctvelvet]

we need tate mcrae!!

pairing: Tate Mcrae/Fem!Reader

content: 2nd pov, college AU, brother's best friend trope, semi-public sex, teasing, oral sex (reader receiving).

A/N: I just love colleges AUs so much 🤗 not edited btw so all mistakes are my own

Tonight's mission was to infiltrate the campus' most coveted frat party and catch your roommate's boyfriend in the act cheating on her. Instead you two got separated in this huge house and after one too many drinks, you ended up in some random guys bed with your brother's best friend between your legs.

"I always thought you were so pretty, Y/n."

To say it's a dream come true would be an understatement, especially when you've fantasized about Tate before. When your brother bragged about his best friend being cool and "able to pull any girl" you didn't think that said best friend would be Tate. However if you were being honest, the first time you met her you instantly were attracted to you. There was something so magnetic about her and then in that moment you understood why she could have whoever she wanted.

You had wanted that person to be you. You watched her at other parties flirt with a girl and then take her upstairs to disappear for the night. It didn't take much thinking to know what they were doing in some stranger's room, but you always imagined yourself being the one. Tate being your brother's best friend made you feel a little guilty for having these thoughts, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Now you have Tate whispering compliments against your bare thighs. You feel the urge to shut them in embarrassment, but Tate's body is in the way. She has your legs pried open and your panties are hanging off your foot. She's not the first person to be there, but she is hottest.

Tate spreads your pussy lips apart just to hear how you react. Your desperate cry has her smirking up at you.

"I'm barely touching you, Y/n," she teases. Her voice is warm and makes you melt. She liked to poke fun at people, including you, but it felt like an honor to be made fun of while she's ogling your dripping cunt. Sure she's done this with others plenty of times, but you believe it's different with you. You're her friend's little sister; you should be off-limits, but you're not.

You were so wet that your juices were clinging to your lips even as Tate spread them. Her mouth was beginning to water as she stared at the mess that was beginning to form. She wanted to hold out a little longer like she usually does, but Tate can't help herself. She had to have a taste of you like you were a forbidden fruit.

She buries her face in your pussy and you don't have a chance to catch your breath.

"Fuck!" You moan out. The must downstairs was so loud that you're convinced no one is going to be able to hear your moans of pleasure, so you don't hold back. You moan as loud as you want while Tate begins to eat your pussy.

Touching and eating you like she wants to spend the rest of her life between your thighs. The sounds coming from her mouth with were loud and lewd, it felt like watching a porno. You were overwhelmed every time you glanced down to see that it was Tate between your legs. It was as if you couldn't believe your eyes. She presses her tongue into your clit and wiggles it from side to side. She lets out a drunken giggle at the way you squirm. She was loving this, loving being the one to make you scream.

"Pretty, pretty girl," she coos against your sex.

Her words made you feel good, but you were more concerned with having her mouth on your pussy. You push her face deeper into your cunt and Tate takes the hint. She licked, sucked, and nibbled on your pussy like it was a feast. You begin to feel things you've never felt before as your pleasure reaches new heights. The pads of her fingers were digging into your hips. The pain of her tight grip mixed with pleasure and made you even wetter. Your arousal dripped onto her chin as she kissed your pussy.

Her lips are so soft, but it was her skilled tongue that drove you insane. Tate teases your entrance with her tongue before she slides in a few inches, pushing out more of your arousal. Your slit was fluttering around her tongue. The most intense bubble began to form in your belly and you had to make it known.

"T-Tate...Tate...I'm gonna cum!"

She doesn't come back up with some quip that would leave your cheeks hot. No, instead Tate slid her tongue out and began to suck on your clit. You were seeing stars as the sounds of her sucking filled your ears. Holding out just to feel a few more seconds of pleasure was pointless because Tate's mouth was demanding that you cum for it.

And, cum you did. You don't think you've ever had an orgasm this hard and intense in your life. Hundreds of frat boys are partying downstairs, but they could make a woman feel as good as this. You're not even sure when your orgasm ended because you were on a high for such a long time, it had a stupid smiling forming on your face.

Tate reluctantly pulls herself from her legs, but not before admiring her handy work. She bites her lip and looks up at you. "Your gorgeous," she says sincerely. She reaches in her back pocket and whips out her phone. "Can I?" She asks so sweetly.

You hesitate. There is going to be a picture of your dripping pussy in your brother's best friends phone. Some time down the line that photo could lead to a lot of problems. But in the current moment the idea excites you. You nod your head eagerly and she takes a few photos of your cunt. You were glistening all over. Your pussy was an absolute mess and Tate managed to make your thighs messy too. You were puffy and sensitive to touch. It was too sexy for Tate not to have the physical memory of this. After taking a few pictures, Tate is satisfied.

"Good girl. Now come up here and Taste yourself."

[r0-boat]

Whb kings at an amusement park

Beelzebub invites you and the kings to the greatest amusement park in all of hell located in his Abyssos.

And amusement park based in hell peaks your interest and since you're being invited along with the rest of the kings You would be dumb to not take it.

Satan

Gehenna has an amusement park. However, it is very different from Abyssos. Abyssos are more closely related to amusement parks on Earth, whereas in Gehenna, their parks are more active. So, honestly, Satan was a little confused when he could have found any trampolines or rock climbing walls or anything to punch and destroy for fun. However, the culture shock dies when he tries to ride a roller coaster. And he loves it! Holy fuck he loved roller coasters. Satan is an adrenaline junkie. Any fast ride that spins or goes fast or dives or drops he will be going there so fast. He will ride it till he pukes and then ride it again. The games he thinks are a little lacking, but only because his idea of games is something more active where he runs or, tosses, or swings something to get the aggression out.

Mammon

Mammon wishes he could ride the roller coasters but he does not think the seats will fit his size. in his personal opinion he finds the amusement parks and any other entertainment in Abyssos far more entertaining than the ones in tartaros. Since the people of Tartaros are more into electronic games and are more interested in staying in their luxurious houses and spending their money on material items and luxurious treatment, Mammon has yet to see an amusement park in Tartaros; well unless you count Resorts. Mammon will try any ride and he will love it all the same. Though he doesn't get how games work. Why work so hard to win one toy if he could get you hundreds of the same little stuff plush. So strange...

Leviathan

He hates this place. He hates everything about it! It's loud, crowded, and noisy; there are too many people he doesn't know. He wants to go home. Why is Abyssos so great? The parks in Hades are more relaxing, soothing, and tasteful than the rickety steel contraption that he barely trusts, which probably breaks all safety violations. He will only ride the slow, nice rides.

Levi is a master at the mini-games tho. (It's almost as if he had centuries of training. What? No. What are you talking about? Shut up! He has never seen this place in his life!) He will gladly show you anything, and it's fun to see you struggle at the stupid mini-game, where he can master it in one shot without even looking at the target.

Beelzebub

He knew you would like this park. It is grander than any park on earth. It has everything you could ever dream of and more no really everything... A Roman gladiator coliseum where demons fist fight bare naked where anyone could join in. The only rule was no killing each other. (inspired by the ancient Romans)

Beel is also a master at the games here and knows every ride and tells you how many times he's gone on it in his lifetime. He makes you try the food and the rides. He challenges Levi to the games "like the good old times." The reason why he invites you or the kings to a lot of his parties is because he likes to be a host. He's gluttony and he wants to have fun and he wants more fun, and what's more fun than sharing the fun with other people?

And then he gets swept up into the crowd. Damn it now you have to find him...

Lucifer

Interesting. He's never seen this side of hell before. An amusement park or anything entertaining like that is such a lost concept to him. He doesn't even know what to do. You must teach him to ride things, Play mini-games, and have fun. Which the Kings will happily do. Not every day do you teach the once God's favorite angel who has now fallen how to do ring toss. With every game and ride he goes on, He has more and more fun, and at the end, he responds with a simple "I like it," "It's okay," and "I don't mind it."

Belphegor+Beleth

Beleth got the king of sloth in one of those pull carts. Beleth doesn't mind; consider him as one of the kings. Honestly, he wants to catch up with Beel. Beleth plays all the games and rides for him until Beleth scolds him or Belphegor finally wants to get up from the cart and do something. Other than that, Belphegor is completely okay with watching. He prefers it. He likes watching. He feels like he's in the vicinity, he's participating in some way even though he's not actively doing anything.

The one ride he went on was the lazy river, which he proclaimed wasn't lazy enough. After that, he says he'll go on any other ride that doesn't move too fast, and all he has to do is sit. Other than that, he is happy just sitting here trying all the food, playing a game, or sitting with the stuff. He asks Beleth to take videos and photos.

[mazosstuff]

Heartsteel boys × classical singer!reader

Pairings: Aphelios, Ezreal, Sett, Kayn, Yone, K'sante (separately) × gn reader

Cw: maybe reader being a little insecure?

Words: 1.1 k

Aphelios

• You sometimes forget he's in the house, so, thinking you're alone, you start singing a little.

• You were no master at it so it was a little hard for you to say if you were singing with your throat or not, and that was one of his reasons why you never sang infront of him, but following some advices from your vocal coach helped alot.

• You were cooking something when you remembered the part of an opera you did when you didn't know Phel.

• Not noticing him, you started singing the solo and, my my, our boy was shocked.

• He realised you didn't know he was there, but he just stared at you awestruck.

• You never raised your voice in front of him, but to hear it so loudly, he was certainly amazed by it. (Doesn't mean that you were screaming, but it is pretty loud when someone sings right next to you, been there, done that myself)

• It was powerful, and even if he didn't understand a word of what you said, he still thought it was beautiful.

After ending your solo, you turned around and saw him, completely frozen in the spot.

Your cheeks went red

"Phel!" You exclaimed. "I didn't know you were home."

He grabbed his phone and wrote on the notes: do it again

"You... wanna hear me sing?" He nodded his head.

"And to think people say I'm too loud when I sing like this... don't you mind?" He shook his head to indicate a no.

Ezreal

• He kinda knew you sang a little, but he never knew what kind of genre you would be into.

• When you heard their song for the first time, you liked it a lot, so he thought your favourite genre of music must be electronic or pop.

• Truth to be told, you were really versatile with your taste in music.

• You two have a shared playlist where you once put an aria by accident, and you didn't notice until he told you.

"Babe, do you listen to classical music?" You stared at him. How did he know?

"Yeah... I usually sing it too..."

"Shut up, let me hear you! I wanna hear you sing the one you put in our playlist."

Panic. Total fucking panic. What if he didn't like it? What if you messed up the high note? What if...?

"Okay" you finally gave in.

"Let me just prepare a little... I don't wanna hurt my vocal cords."

After preparation, you started. Your heart pounded like crazy.

All went smoothly. You were so scared of having a voice crack but it never happened.

He got his yellow glasses and put them on his face just to push them down (like the scene in the MV).

"Why didn't you tell me I have a soulmate who sings better than me?"

"What...?"

"You can do high notes and everything! I need to tell this to everyone! My soulmate is already special by themselves, but this? You're amazing!"

Sett

• I feel like his mother would turn up the volume of the radio whenever classical music was put.

• He usually rolled his eyes when he was younger, but with age he started to understand the work and the vocal training people put to reach those levels. He respected it.

• Once you were going somewhere so he turned on the radio to put some music and the station the radio was on was the one of classical music.

• Before he could change the station you started singing.

• He secretly started to record you.

• He was impressed to say the least.

You looked over to him. "Delete that. Now."

"Oh come on, babe. You have millions of videos of me singing. Why can't I have one of you?"

"Touché..."

"Do you think I can sing whatever you sang now?"

"Do you wanna end up like Phel?"

"Omg, no"

"Then don't"

Kayn

• Bro rolls his eyes whenever he hears the words classical and music put together.

• He will pretend to throw up whenever you make him listen to a song that's not rock, pop, metal, or anything that doesn't have fast rhythm.

• One time it happened that you found a recording of you singing.

• He wanted to listen to make fun of your taste in music, but he was...

• He couldn't understand.

• Something he thought was lame just became... angelic.

"So... what do you think...?"

"It's okay, I guess"

"Wait... you are telling me that you liked it? Kayn, sweety, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine. And what's with the sweety now? Don't say that again"

So, under that façade of the bad boy, there is a golden heart after all.

Yone

• He listens to the classic music playlists on spotify. You can't tell me otherwise.

• Would be delighted to know that you two shared this little interest.

• Would let you sing him to sleep if he allowed himself to rest.

• Once, because you had a minor argument, you slept in separate rooms.

• He couldn't sleep so tried with the music he had saved of spotify but nothing worked.

He knocked at your door.

"What?" You asked him, still pretty pissed off, but probably because of the tiredness and the sadness.

"I can't sleep."

"Me neither"

"Can... can you sing me that one melody you sing me everytime?"

"Can't you just listen it on your own?"

"Why deprive myself of the better version when I have it right in front of me?" The reality was that he needed your voice and not some of a stranger.

If your body wasn't a solid, it would have melted right there.

"Fine..."

(But no seriously, how can you not love this man)

K'Sante

• He would start humming with you some famous pieces.

• I don't know why but I have the feeling that he also has heard somethings so he has a basic knowledge of classical music.

• He asked why didn't you join a choir yet. With your talent, you should.

• He once tried sneaking up on you while you were reading a music sheet.

• With how scared you were you hit a high note that wasn't even in your range, or at least you thought it wasn't.

• The man was too stunned to speak.

"Did you just...?"

"I didn't even know that was in my range..."

"What were you reading anyway? Did you join a choir?" He gasped in excitement.

"Yeah... I followed your advice. It's actually more welcoming than I thought it would be"

"I'm so happy you're comfortable there!" He picked you up and hugged you.

A/n: Hi there! Paranoia has been stuck in my mind for quite some time, so I thought I might write something for the boys from the perspective of someone who grew up in a family of musicians and professional classical singers.

Riot... you gotta tell me why do you create them, make them drop a banger, and make them disappear into thin air.

I am waiting for a comeback of both K/DA and True Damage.

I hope you liked this! As always, requests are open. Check my pinned post!

[charlottecutepie]

hi Lizzy, sorry to bother you but can I request for a Henry X reader? My man lacks content about him :(( it can be about anything I don't mindd

⋆୨♡୧⋆ Henry Emily x fem!reader smut blurb

author note: thank u for this request love! don't know why but breeding kink + size kink is henry, also him having a dad bod is canon for me. also important: the way i imagine henry is by @kcokaine_ on twitter

tags: nsfw, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, size kink, softdom!henry, jealous!henry, but he tries to hide it, william is an asshole, public sex, breeding kink, missionary, established relationship, Henry’s dilf bc i said so

William has no shame, Henry realized that a long time ago. Especially when he found out that William was cheating on his wife. William doesn't have a shred of damn shame when he lets himself touch you. When he literally fucks you with his eyes. When he tries to give you fucking compliments. Henry rarely experiences such feelings of anger and jealousy. Henry hates himself for his gentle nature and for not being able to punch his friend right into his face. Especially when the pizzeria hall is full of children and their parents as they have no idea what a disgusting asshole William is.

Of course, Henry could have waited until he got home and made love to you there, fucking you so good that you'd have forgotten William's name. But there's always a but. Today Henry wants William to know that you don't need anyone's else's cock but his.

When Henry warned you that his hands were big enough, you just laughed and softly pushed him into his broad chest, that was a joke, right?

But you're not laughing when you feel how true his words turned out to be. Not just the hands, but in fact the whole Henry. His physique is far from athletic, this man isn’t so young anymore and doesn't really keeps his figure, but damn, these muscles that reminds so much of his youth, dad bod, wide shoulders and his damn tall height, you're nearly whining. Now you realise what he was talking about (or warning?), there's only one of his fingers inside you, but it feels like all three. You're wet, incredibly horny and dripping, but it doesn't make it any easier. Henry looks into your eyes, and then his gaze falls on your pussy taking his finger. He frowns, he doesn't want to take out his anger and jealousy on you at all, he just can't do this to you, he loves you too much, so he tries to do everything gently and slowly.

“Kiss me,” you whisper to him, your eyes filled with nothing but desire. Henry looks up at you and then crushes his lips on yours, as if he's been waiting for these words all his life. He kisses you softly and sensually, with all his love and affection he have for you, for his girl. Without taking his mouth off yours, he adds another finger and you pull away to make a loud moan, but Henry literally shuts you up with his palm.

“Remember you can't be loud, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead as he thrusts his large fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. “you can take it.” his low and dominant, but soft tone as he speaks quietly only arouses you more.

You desperately nod and he puts his hand off you, now holding one of your legs open to prevent you from closing them. All this time he stares into your eyes, watching your face and reaction. His thick digits stretch you open just good, making you shiver. Henry curls them slightly, rubbing against your soft spots until you moan, pressing yourself against his hand shamelessly. “Henryyy—” you whine, your pussy clenches around his finger, so fucking wet and responsive.

“Goddamn,” he whispers, pulling his finger out with a wet sound and rubs your swollen clit. You moan again, arching your hips towards him, begging for more contact. “need to taste you, princess.” he says raspingly, pressing his finger on your little bud.

He kisses the inside of your thigh softly, making his way slowly towards your core. You whimper as you feel his tongue on your clit, your legs twitch in pleasure. Henry holds you firmly as he eats you out, he's kissing and circling your sensitive bundle with his tongue. It feels too divine, too fucking good and you can't hold your loud noises, biting your own hand. “Ohh, please—” you cry out as he buries his face deeper into your needy pussy.

You're trembling as your hand grips the edge of the desk tightly, mouth open as you pant heavily, trying your best not to scream. He greedily laps at your slit, sliding his tongue all over your aching hole as it clenches around nothing, but Henry makes sure to fill it with his finger and it makes you see stars. He hums into your pussy, sucking on your clit and thrusting his finger in and out of you. You arch and shiver pathetically, your brows furrowed as your face confronted in pure bliss. Henry fingers you slowly, making sure to prepare and stretch you out perfectly for his cock. Every lick sends ripples of sensation throughout your core, he knows damn well how to make his girl feel good.

“Tha-that feels so good, anngh. . .” you bite your lower lip till nearly blood as Henry makes out with your pussy, so fucking messy, but he looks like he's too drunk to care about you trying to push his head away from overwhelming pleasure. “waittt!” you feel so close, especially when he finger fucks you so slow and gently while pleasuring you with his tongue. “'m gonna cum, Hen—. . . Fuck!” Henry groans, pulling away only for some seconds just to spit on your sloppy cunt before attacking it with kisses again. You taste too sweet.

“Cum on my face, sweetheart,” he murmurs, incoherent as he never really stops eating you out. “be my good girl.” for a moment he flashes you a small smile and you almost whine from how hot he looks, his chin cowered in your slick and hair messy. You smile weakly in return and when he thrusts his finger deeper adding to that sloppy lick on your clit, you feel your orgasm approach you. You moan and you don't give a fuck how loud that sounds, but in secret Henry is damn happy as you let that fucking William know how good your man makes you feel.

Your head spinning as you breathe heavily, chest rising up and down when Henry looks at you with drunk face expression. He stands up and takes your face into his hands, giving you more possessive than soft kiss now, letting you taste yourself. That's filthy, too much, Henry isn't like that in other people's eyes. Only for you.

He trails his kisses down your neck and finally reaches your breasts, he kisses both, touch them and fondle them and groans at how perfectly they look in his big hands. Henry sucks on your nipples, all this time fucking your dripping pussy with his fingers, never wanting to hurt you with his size, he knows you're a big girl and you'll take him, but he prefers to avoid any kind of pain. He tries to relax you to maximum. But what he doesn't know is that you're already too needy and hungry for him, wanting something more than just his fingers.

“My sweet girl.” he calls you while he holds you by the waist and slides his cock all over your hole, his head full of thoughts of these freak stares William gave you this evening. He's soft and sweet with you, reminding you of a fluffy teddy bear, but what happens inside his head and how blood boils in his veins from insane jealousy - that's what you don't see and Henry thinks it's for the best, he'll never show that side to you. “so wet for me, want to feel that cock stretching this tiny pussy?” he literally goes feral at the thought of his cock filling you.

“Please, Henry, i need you,” you look into his eyes and your pathetic sight does something to him. Henry gets himself comfortable between your legs, he caresses your cheek as he can't stop looking at how pretty his leaking tip looks rubbing on your clit. He knows he must be gentle and he tries his fucking best.

Henry starts sliding inside you, all this time holding your waist and watching your face for any signs of pain. “Doing so well for me, sweetheart, just like that.” your eyes widen at unexpected feeling, it's not like you two never had sex, but every time he's inside it feels like new. You think you'll never get used to his size. You look at his dick filling you and your pussy clenches down around him as he buries himself deep inside you. Closing your eyes, you try to accommodate to that thickness inside you but not when you feel his thumb making its way to your nub. Henry rubs his thumb in slow, circular motions on your swollen clit as he continues filling your tight cunt. You moan softly beneath him; reaching to lay your hand on his, which working on your clit, while letting out a contented sigh. You two fall into a slow rhythm, each thrust drawing you deeper into your passion.

“Auhh— your so deep inside of me,” you throw your head back, whimpering loudly as every inch of Henry stretches your soppy pussy. Henry thrusts a little bit harder and your breasts bounce slightly which seems like a sweet invitation to him. He presses his lips to your nipple and pulls it, and then licks and sucks, groaning how good you feel.

“This little pussy taking me so well, you're such a good girl, honey,” Henry mutters as he starts thrusting a bit faster.

You throw your leg around him, pulling him deeper into yourself as you cry out for more; wanting to feel every inch and vein of his cock. He hides his face in your chest as he groans at your warmness and wetness around him, your juices making the most beautiful wet sounds as your bodies slap against each other.

“You feel so—” you choke on your own moans as Henry pumps his thick cock faster, you feel him twitching and throbbing inside of you. “awhhh fuck!”

“Just like that, princess,” his lips finds yours in hot kiss again, your eyes flutter closed. “look at you, taking me so well, all pretty and full of my cock. That's where your meant to be, honey, under your man, ughhh, being fucked nice and good. This little pussy, ogghh fuck!” his voice breaks into a loud moan when your cunt tightens once again at his dirty words. “this little pussy belongs to me.”

Your lovely eyes filled with sweet tears of pleasure. “love you, i— awhh, i love you, daddy!” Henry is used to you calling him that when you fuck, although you rarely do because you're still shy. But what you don't know is what effect that word has on him. He's literally going insane, and thank god Henry knows how to control himself, otherwise your pussy would be absolutely ruined right now. Henry doesn't know what he found in that word. Apparently, it still awakens something in him. No, of course, he loves his daughter very much, the only one, he cherishes her. Whenever he sees how much you care about her, he gets some. . . obsessive thoughts. But it feels so fucking right; the idea of expanding your family, watching you blossom into a mother. Would he like to give Charlie a brother or a sister?

Would he like to make you a mom?

Henry gets so lost in his dreams and fantasies that he doesn't even notice his crazy pace and your hot tears streaming down your cheeks, you look so beautiful it drives him crazy. You wrap your hands around his neck and bring his face closer, kissing him again. Kissing him like it's the last time. You hold him close to you and when Henry pulls away to moan again because of how amazing you feel, you press your lips against his forehead and give him soft kisses, asking him to go harder on you. Henry doesn't listen to you, you don't know what you're asking for. If he'll go harder on you. . . Henry sighs, slowing his thrusts. You don't wanna know what'll happen.

Your tight soft walls grip his cock as he bullies your insides, his hand moves down again and he circles your clit nicely and gentle. You rock your hips back and forth faster, desperate to cum, to feel him finishing inside you. Because Henry always pulled out before. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his tip reaches your cervix and you feel close, so fucking close especially with how he stimulates you using his fingers, rubbing and flicking your little clit. “dont p-pull out,” your tone nearly sounds like an order as you feel Henry ready to pull out. He freezes in place and looks at you, breathing heavily, confusion on his face. “want you to cum inside—” you barely finish your words as he plunges deep inside your pussy much rougher and harder than before, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

If he'll cum inside you, if he’ll get you pregnant, William will definitely notice it. He'll see that you're carrying Henry's baby under your heart. Henry thinks, what will be the reaction of everyone's beloved Mr. Afton? Anger, jealousy? Perhaps envy? William has such an envious nature. Henry's smiling, William has always been jealous of him. Henry have the best daughter in the world, the best girlfriend- almost a wife? Henry always takes the best.

“I'm close, sweetheart,” he tells you, his cock sinking deeper inside you and his fingers dug into the plush of your thighs, his thrusts messy, meanwhile you squirm and moan underneath him.

“Breed me— Ahhng, Henry, breed me!” you beg him and and that's the end for him, Henry fucking whimpers. His eyes squeezed shut, his body shaking and he can't control his loud groans as he spills deep inside of you. It feels too good to stop thrusting inside your cunt as he overstimulates both of you, you cumming on his cock while he fills you up, pumping you full of his cum. You grab on him when he pulls out a little. Watching his cum drip out of your little hole, he sighs and fucks it back in, not wanting any drop of him to ooze out of you.

“You're such a good girl, princess. . .” he whispers, kissing your nipples and holding you in his big hands. If Henry was a dirty pervert like William, he'd send you to William right now so he could fucking see his best friend's cum trickling down the inner side of your thighs. But Henry isn't like William and there's no way he'd do that to you. Probably only in his dirtiest and darkest fantasies.

[livingformintyoongi]

heeeeeeeeeyaaaaaaaaa

my idea: hate sex, enemies to lovers???

pairing: jungkook and yn

yn and jk have been in the same friend group since highschool, but they could never stand eachother (he always pranked her, would't say bully, but hasn't been exactly nice to her either)

she always stood silent, until one day she just gets fed up and starts arguing back, he might tell her 'oh shut up!' and she could say 'make me' and you know...the rest is history hahaha

The best way to shut someone up

a/n: This is my second order from Jungkook. This is the second time reader ends up being more dom than Jungkook lol. I'm not really sure if it counts as hate sex, I just got carried away for the moment 😣. warnings: Semi-public sex (they're in an alley in the middle of the night), reader is a bit dominant (sorry, I'm a natural dom!reader with Jk), Jungkook has a weakness for reader's brute attitude, unprotected sex, reader is 2 years older than Jk, hair pulling. wc: 2.4k

"Every day I'm more and more impressed by the horrible taste you have" whispered Jungkook, leaning against the same wall you were leaning against.

You had to take your drink in one shot just to keep from hitting his face. It worked a little, but you'd be lying if you said the urge was completely gone. You tried to remind yourself that you’re older than him, you should keep your composure and ignore the fact that he was being a son of a bitch to you, had you ever done anything to make him treat you this way? Before he came to the group you didn't even talk, god, you didn't even know he existed before Taehyung dragged him to your group after you met at an art workshop, then why was he so nasty?

"Seriously, how could you pick that dress? It's hideous" he shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. It was his turn to drive today, so he couldn't afford to drink alcohol.

"Well, it's not like I got dressed thinking about whether you'd like it or not either, my life doesn't revolve around you, you know?" you turned to look at him, grimacing as you felt the smoke from his cigarette hit your face. You forced your brain to count to ten.

"That doesn't take away from the fact that you look hideous, you should take it off," Jungkook turned to you, staring at you. He brought his cigarette to his lips and took a long puff, blowing the smoke in your face. 

"Okay, I've had enough," you stood in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest, "either start treating me with the minimum respect given to a person, or deal with the consequences."

"And what consequences could come to me if I don't obey you?" he stubbed out his cigarette on the wall behind him, letting the butt fall to the floor. He walked over to you, coming face to face with you, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

If he thought you would be intimidated by this he was very wrong. 

"I don't know, maybe a kick in the balls will finally make you shut the fuck up" you growled, mentally preparing yourself to leave him for at least five minutes on the floor trying to endure the pain he would have in his crotch. 

"Fuck, that sounds really exciting" he whispered as his hands formed fists at his sides.

You went blank for a few seconds, wondering for a moment if you had misheard. "What did you say?" you looked at Jungkook, slightly surprised.

Jungkook's eyes widened, his unpleasant countenance quivering slightly, "Did I say it out loud?"

"You were thinking it?" you frowned, beginning to question if you had actually just told him that you were going to kick him in the balls until he stopped saying shit about you and how you dressed. 

"No?" he turned back to that expression he'd been looking at you with since you'd met him. How you hated it. You seriously felt like deforming his face right now. "Why the fuck would I say that?"

"I never repeated what you said, I just asked what you said" you raised your eyebrows. If there was one thing you hated more than idiots, it was idiots who treated you like a liar.

"Shut your mouth" he frowned, moving closer to you. Your chests were now barely brushing against each other, and the heels you were wearing allowed you to be almost at Jungkook's height, so your noses were also millimeters away from meeting. You wanted to ignore the fact that his lips were also menacingly close to yours.

"Make me" you raised your head. This idiot would never intimidate you, ever.

"If that's what you want" he whispered as he shrugged his shoulders, grabbing your neck with his right hand and pulling you towards him until his lips met yours. 

You were totally unprepared for this. There were hundreds of scenarios in your head about what Jungkook could have done to silence you, like covering your mouth with his hand, or shoving some snack in it, things like that, but a kiss? That never crossed your mind.

The sound of glass shattering against the floor echoed in the middle of the alley just as Jungkook pressed his left hand against your waist, pulling you even closer to him. Your bodies were now completely glued together. Jungkook ran the tip of his tongue over your lips, moaning softly at the taste of your lip gloss against his tongue.

He was taken by surprise that you allowed him entrance to your mouth, just as he was surprised that you ran your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He expected you to punch him in the face and tell him he was a sick fuck, to get away from you or you would call the police, anything but accept his kiss and allow him to kiss you. He was really grateful for this.

Once his tongue was inside your mouth, he took the time to explore your mouth properly, he had waited too long for this moment and needed to feel it was real. That excuse he made to himself as he lowered his hand to your ass and gave it a light squeeze. 

He moaned as he felt your hand tangle in his hair and pull him hard enough to separate his lips from yours. Somehow or other that turned him on even more. He really loved your attitude.

"What do you think you're doing?" you whispered into his neck. He was bound to look down at you in this position. He loved the look you were bringing at that moment, as well as the irregular movement of your chest due to the kiss you had just given each other. He could tell he wasn't the only one excited about what was happening.

"You asked me to shut you up" he took your wrist, pulling it away from his hair and closer to his lips. He left a trail of kisses up your arm until he stopped at your shoulder. He really didn't think what he had said earlier was true, the dress looked great on you, and he actually worried when you walked out into the alley outside the bar alone. If someone came up to you and did something to you... he didn't know if he would be able to control himself.

Although on second thought, he told himself, that was just what was happening right now. At least he could defend himself by saying that you hadn't rejected his kiss.

"I was just obeying, Noona" he whispered into your neck, letting out a teasing chuckle as he noticed your head being pushed aside to give him more space. 

"I don't understand how this would help me shut up," you replied, slipping your hand under Jungkook's jacket and stopping at his waist. He seriously had a beautiful waist.

"Well, let me show you" he buried his teeth in the space where your neck and shoulder met, leaving a mark on your skin that he would be tremendously proud of when others saw it. He slipped one of his hands under your dress, brushing your center over your underwear. His cock stirred inside his briefs as he heard you moan softly. He had never heard you make that sound before. Now it was his favorite.

One part of you refused to accept how good the touch of Jungkook's fingers felt on your core, the other was too focused on the knot that was starting to form in your stomach to pay attention to who it was that was provoking that feeling in you. You decided to go for the second one, then you would martyr yourself thinking about the stupid thing you were doing.

"I want to feel what your pussy is like so badly, can I stick my fingers in?" whispered Jungkook into your shoulder, too focused on leaving marks on your neck to notice anything else that was going on around you.

"Don't ask, just do it" you growled in your slightly deeper voice than usual. Jungkook shivered slightly at the sound of you. That tone of voice would be his undoing, and he was more than willing to accept it. 

He pushed your underwear aside, feeling his mouth go dry as he noticed how wet you already were. He was proud to have had this effect on you. You could hate him with all your soul, but you still desired him physically, just as he desired you.

He gently pushed his index and middle fingers inside you, using his thumb to slowly and torturously play with your clitoris. You both moaned at the same time, he, from how tight and wet your pussy was, you from feeling his fingers enter you as he teased your clit. His fingers were doing a wonderful job.

"Amazing, you're so much tighter than I thought" he whispered, pulling your dress up to your waist so he could watch as his fingers moved in and out of you at a steady pace. He swallowed saliva at the sight, using your free hand to rub your cock over your pants. 

"Let me do it" you removed his hand from his pants, quickly unbuttoning them and slipping your hand inside them to rub his cock wrapped around his boxers. Jungkook gasped at the sensation of your cool hand on his member. You weren't even touching him directly yet and he already felt in heaven.

Jungkook rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting his fingers begin to make faster lunges as he returned the favor you were doing him by, if nothing else, rubbing his cock over his clothes. You almost screamed when he curved his fingers inside you, bumping into your G-spot. 

"Is that it? Does it feel good to be touched in that place?" he pulled away from your shoulder a little, resting his forehead against yours. Once he noticed that you didn't plan to answer him, he rammed his fingers into that spot again, this time increasing the force of the onslaught. The shit-eating grin he had put on as he noticed how you trembled every time he touched that spot would not be taken off by anyone. 

"Take your hand away," you said with a slight frown, squeezing his cock by way of threat. Jungkook quickly obeyed, pulling his fingers out from inside you and watching as your hand traveled to the elastic that held his briefs in place. 

He gasped as he felt the cold air hit his sensitive member, or perhaps it was because he was turned on by the sight of you unabashedly pulling out his cock and groping it, squeezing his balls and rubbing his slit. You were exactly what he thought you would be like in sex.

"Who knew Jungkookie would have such a nice cock" you laughed softly, squeezing the base of his member, noticing how preseminal fluid was starting to ooze out of his slit. You ran your thumb over the tip, taking the liquid into your mouth and licking it off. 

Jungkook moaned at the sight. He never thought you would taste his cum like that. 

"Always acting so nasty every time we're together, was it because you were desperate to fuck me?" you commented teasingly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He just nodded quickly, resting his hands on your hips. You looked so beautiful that for a second he completely forgot that you were in a seedy alley, outside a bar where all his friends were enjoying.

"Okay" You moved towards the wall that faced your back, Jungkook followed you without even questioning you. His hands were clinging to your hips, and he refused to let go. "Then fuck me the fuck up and stop acting like a motherfucker."

It took him a while to process what you had just said, but as soon as he got the message he lifted you up by your thighs and leaned you against the wall, resting his hand behind your head to keep the brick from hurting you. 

"Fine" he nodded quickly, taking his cock in his free hand and rubbing it against your middle. 

You had to bite your tongue to keep from screaming as you felt Jungkook thrust in. It felt really good to have his member in your pussy. It's not like you were going to tell him out loud.

"Fuck, so tight" he growled against your lips, kissing you messily. Jungkook was sure this would happen again, so he would no longer take the time to enjoy the kiss.

The knot in your belly grew tighter and tighter as Jungkook rammed hard against your insides, causing your back to hit the brick of the wall. It was painful, but the pleasure was enough to make you forget the pain completely. 

"You feel so good" Jungkook nuzzled your neck, taking his time to kiss and lick your bottom lip. He grunted on this very one as he felt your pussy clench on his cock before his words. "Shit, if you keep doing that you'll make it hard to hold back, you know?".

"The night is long" you hummed, resting your head on Kook's hand, closing your eyes and letting barely audible moans escape, "we can always leave and pay for a hotel."

You felt Jungkook's cock contract inside you at the thought. There was nothing he wanted more in this world than to spend the whole night fucking you. "So it's okay if I cum?" he looked up, trying to meet your gaze.

You grabbed his hair, tugging lightly on it. "If you don't I'll be really mad at you, and believe me, you really don't want me to be upset for the rest of the night" you whispered, tightening your grip on his hair. 

Jungkook moaned at the action, beginning to quicken the pace of his thrusts, as well as the force he applied to them.

You bit your lower lip as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten tighter and tighter as his lunges grew deeper and deeper. Despite having done that with the intention of keeping quiet, you almost screamed as you felt his cock collide with your G-spot, squeezing Jungkook harder.

That was enough for him to come to his release, without ceasing to move his hips against yours. You came moments later, just as he leaned his head against yours, letting the last spurt of his cum spurt out inside you.

"So," he whispered between gasps, brushing the hair back from his forehead, "what hotel are we supposed to go on to?"

Masterlist.

[starfxkrinc]

barry couldn't even pretend to enjoy it, his head trapped between plush thighs as he mouthed at her sticky, wet cunt. everything about her made him sick, from those big wet eyes to the way she pittered about sam, sniffling and whining like a sheep without it's flock.

and it never ended, not even at night. because then he had to deal with her pitiful mewls while same did who knows what to her on the futon. as far as barry was concerned, liana was not his concern. she was sam's, and he'll tolerate the stray as long as she didn't interfere with his business.

for her credit she didn't, mostly. she stayed out of his way more or less, only following behind him when sam got sick of her and pushed her off for the day. it was fine, whatever he can deal with that.

he deals with rafe doesn't he?

dealt. past tense. because now rafe's walkin the 'straight and narrow' as best as he can to prove some point. got himself a girl, even if they don't like each other, and now rafe doesn't have time for him. but sam's ass is just as tight and just as warm as his was, and he actually has a cunt to fuck when he's feeling for that too, no more tugging on rafe's chubby pink dick and telling him he's wet like a girl.

problem is when he fucks sam, liana gets all pissy. moping and pouting like a kid being left out of a grown up conversation. then she starts tryna kiss on him, and he hates that. he hates her soft baby smell and her soft cushy lips so he pushes her off to sam's chagrin.

she's not that bad barry. just let her kiss you.

that kiss on his arm always turns to a hand down his pants and now he's trapped between thick thighs while sam mumbles to her about relaxing.

"aight, enough of this shit." barry thinks if he had to feel her clit pulse between his lips one more time he would lose it. the taste of her alone is enough to make his dick twitch, and he doesn't wanna think about that. he just wants to drag her to the edge bed and stuff her fat cunt until she was begging him to stop. maybe then she'll leave him alone. thats what he tells himself when he does just that, he doesn’t want her. he’s scratching an itch for them both because god knows sam can’t give her any dick. and its nice having something young and plump to grab on.

lord, she’s pathetic. that’s all he can think as he digs his fingers into her fleshy hips.

fuck, would she shut the fuck up?

barry realizes he must have said this out loud when his ears ring with a smack, and he looks through a curtain of greasy hair to be met with sam’s glare. he can’t even fight the moan he lets out at the sight of her, the edges of her hair curled and her wife beater damp with sweat.

“i told you to be nice.”

he wraps a hand around lianas throat, pulling her face up from the mattress and their bodies closer together. when he shudders at the contact he tells himself it’s because he hates the feeling of her sweaty skin.

“i am bein nice, tell sammy im being nice lee.”

liana whines, and his fingers tighten at the sound, "uh huh--he's s-so nice."

stupid bitch. he could snap her neck right here.

but he won't because sam wanted her. and he wants sam if he can't have rafe and his stomach may turn at the sight of her but she lays there and lets him fuck her til she tastes blood in her mouth. even sam won't let him do that. and she's wetter, damn near flooding the room with how it drools out of her pussy in rivulets.

if he cared he'd rub her clit too, take an edge off the bruising he's giving her cervix, but he figures it's her fault for being too sensitive anyways.

liana's babbling too much, so he'll shove her face back into the mattress.

and sam watches. watches as she thrashes over time, no doubt in fear and panic over the air not entering her lungs. watches as barrys hips slam against her ass. watches as her hands blindly reach out to feel sam's calloused hands in her own soft ones.

she never stops him, even when he says out loud "i hate fucking this thing." since he'll cum regardless. and he'll make liana cum too as much as it hurts her.

there's some things barry can do that she can't, no matter if he hates doing it.

when he's done she's left in a puddle, neither of them make any moves to help her.

"you fuckin owe me one sam, now get her outta here."

liana looks dazed, sated. the fucking freak.

barry knows sam's gonna have to rub her pussy and suck on her clit to take the edge off and he's already irritated at the thought of hearing them all night.

despite his rough words he doesn't rush them, he even lets liana rub her face against the side of his thigh as he rolls a blunt. pats her head like a pet before giving her a couple puffs.

it's nice having them around sometimes. they take the load off.

it got real quiet when rafe stopped coming around.

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 30!!

July 30th <3

Enter - @jegulus-microfic - words: 1275

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The night sky was a beautiful blossoming colour of dark blue, the stars shone almost as bright as James Potter's eyes right now. The constellations stood out in the sky, it was loud, busy, sweaty - everything Regulus hated. Whenever something got too much, Regulus would just tip his head to the sky and trace the flowing, sharp edged shapes through the sheet of ever dark silk.

Parties weren't exactly Regulus' forte, but there wasn't too many people here, and he knew most of them. Still, it didn't stop him from taking a few breaths, in and out, look up, breathe out.

He nursed a plastic cup of whatever soft drink had been spiked with vodka, he'd taken a cup to quench his thirst, but it smelled far too sweet and tasted like straight vodka with the amount that had been added.

There it is, he admired the sparkling orbs in the sky, the Leo constellation. His star was a part of it, the constellation took the form of a lion. Regal, fierce, brave and loving, people have always told him that the lion reflects his personality, but he's not so sure. A lion to him is sunny, protective, strong yet sweet, sharp yet soft. Doesn't that remind you of someone?

The thought dashed through his head, the singular mention of James that made his mind spiral and his leg bounce up and down as he leant against the cold, wooden wall outside the cabin.

One glimpse of that face, all he needed was that, just to see the brunettes face. On thought, he hadn't seem him in a while, he'd disappeared from the party about an hour ago. None of his friends seemed to notice, or even care. That set off a whole new string of worries in his head, one side of him hissed at him to stay put, to not worry so much, to act normal for once. What if James thinks he's being clingy, what if he's with a girl? Because of course Regulus just wasn't enough, he didn't quite meet the standards that someone had to hold to be with a man such as James Potter. 

The other side was screaming at him to go, to find him, to check on him and make sure his James was alright. The thought that he was hurt, pained, upset - anything that wiped that smile away from his gorgeous, light filled face - was something that clearly doesn't deserve to walk this earth.

He took a long swig from his drink, the burning in his throat taking away from the rotten flood that was his mind. Then he pushed himself away from the wall, placed the almost empty cup into one of his friends hands - he doesn't quite recall who - and shot off towards his cabin.

-

Within enter, he saw James curled up on the bed, book in hand and tired eyes. Normally he has so much energy, he always has smiling cheeks and crinkled, loving eyes. But now those eyes seemed to glaze lazily over the book, his cheeks no longer looking warm, Regulus always imagined they'd be warm under his icy fingers that would trace his skin with touch as light as a shivering ghost.

"James?" He shut the door with a quiet click behind him.

As if in an instant, James' tired eyes, which were now alight with curiosity, lifted up from his book - it was actually Regulus' book - oh god no. That was Regulus' book, the one he'd made notes in, his copy of 'The Song Of Achilles'. He'd made specific notes in the book about James, about how much Achilles reminded him of the brunette. When the two shared their first kiss in the book, the tear wrenching, forbidden, heart breaking love story, he could rant for hours about that is what he longed to have with James.

A sad, beautiful, tragic love affair.

He wanted to be graced with a happy ending, but knowing his luck, he'll get pushed to second choice, like he has been his entire life. 

Not quite good enough.

'He's half my soul as the poets say.' 

Is he though?

"How much of that have you read?" He managed to get out, surprised that he could even open his mouth in his mortified state. His feet stayed glued to the floor, still light enough to run if he felt the need to. He hovered there, staring at James with such fright in his eyes while the older boy only put the book down slowly and stood from the bed.

He never got an answer from James, the next few moments felt so fast, so quick, so blurred, yet the memory would be tattooed in it's full, beautiful, alluring details behind his wide eyes until the day that he goes to his grave.

Hot lips were pressed against his own parted ones, eyelashes fluttered against his concerningly hot cheeks, warm, raspy breaths broke through his ears and his eyes fluttered shut under the comfort of strong hands curling around his waist and tracing patterns into the bare skin of his waist with skilled fingers.

Regulus reached one hand into his very favourite brunette hair, weaving the soft hair through his almost trembling hands. His other hand came up to the boys now smiling face, oh thank the gods he was smiling, Regulus would burn the entire world down just to keep James looking at him. Just like that, all the time. His perfect hands, the hands that seemed to fit around Regulus' waist like that was their only purpose, to hold Regulus, to protect him, to keep him safe, to touch and feel and love and admire.

His face was warm, flushed and smiling under his sweet touch.

Oh.

He really was just made for Regulus, all of those long lost fantasies he ran over and over in his head came to be true and far better than he could've ever imagined. They really did fit together like jigsaw pieces, two very stark different pieces, yet they fit, and it worked ever so well. Everything was playing through his mind like a movie, everything finally worked his way, he finally got the one thing that he'd ever desired.

His hands looped around James' neck, pulling him closer into him as James' comforting, healing, safe scent surrounded him. The other boy steadied himself as he took a few steps forward, caging Regulus between slightly tattooed, tanned arms and the wooden surface behind his bag. 

Tongues collided, breaths mixed, hands fumbled and groans echoed. Both taking breaths for air, but keeping their hands on each other the entire time. One of James' hands always stayed planted on Regulus' waist, gripping onto it as if somebody was going to steal him, as if Regulus wasn't always his.

"I'm yours." Regulus reassured him with a quiet, low whisper.

That was all it took for James to moan, dipping his head back downwards to kiss Regulus, now rough and desperate, needy and lustful - and Regulus loved it. All of the sounds he made, all of the touches and the praise that spilled from James' mouth as they kept within inches of each other.

The same hands that he has always longed to touch him, hooked under his legs, lifting him from the floor as he automatically looped his legs around James' waist, kissing his neck and whispering every sinful thought he had into the other mans ear. While being pulled away from the door and towards the same bed that they would watch movies on every single night, he couldn't help but smile into James' lips as he released a hot, heavy breath.

All of those nights he longed for more, and now he finally had it.

Next and final part

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Musician Age Gap AU Pt 19

Lena gives Kara the right of way, and lets herself be led into the kitchen. When they enter the room, Kelly and Alex straighten at the sight of them, while Esme remains focused on pawing thru the fridge for the elusive cider.

Kelly's gaze remains gentle and perceptive-- Kara sees her focus dip to their joined hands before sliding to her wife. Alex, meanwhile, is scrutiny incarnate, her gaze hard as she scans Lena imperiously.

"Hi," Lena says quietly.

"Hi Lena," Kelly returns easily. "I'm glad you could come."

Lena relaxes a little. "Me too. Thank you for having me. You have a lovely home."

"Probably not what you're used to," Alex says, her tone carefully neutral. Kara spots Kelly's grip tightening in warning around Alex's hand.

"It's been a while since I've been home," Lena allows. "So this is a nice change of pace, for sure."

"Oh? Where do you live?"

"I split my time between Metropolis and Star City when I'm not on tour," Lena replies easily enough. "But of the two I consider Metropolis more my home. I grew up there."

"I didn't know that," Kara says.

"Mhmmm," Lena hums. "We in the city most of the year because of my brother's band. When they weren't performing, they were auditioning, so it was just easier to live there full time."

"You have a brother?" Esme says, perking up.

Kara feels Lena tense a little, suddenly realizing she might have shared too much. But it's too late to back pedal.

"We're not in touch anymore."

Sensing Lena's discomfort, Esme thankfully doesn't pry any further. Kelly keeps the silence from stretching too far.

"Well, we happy to have you. We figured you could share the guest room with Kara--"

"Or you can take the couch," Alex inserts. She studies Lena for a reaction, but Kara comes to her rescue.

"With me is fine," she says. "Unless you all fall asleep to the witchy thing--"

"Hexed! Mom, Lena watches Hexed!"

Finally, Alex relents, her posture sagging a little as she lets her guard down. "Then she's got good taste."

"She's got a crush on Samantha Arias," Kelly whispers theatrically.

Kara barks a laugh as Alex splutters indignantly. "I do not!"

"Do too!" Esme joins in the teasing.

"Don't worry, baby," Kelly assures her wife playfully. "She's on my hall pass too."

That makes Alex stop. "She is?"

Kara opens her mouth to mention having met Sam, but Lena nudges her sharply. She looks over and clicks her mouth shut when Lena gives her a look that says 'not now'.

"Well," Kelly says, even as Alex still gawks at her, "looks like we need to stock up on cider and spooky snacks, so why don't we head to the store while you two settle in?"

It's not the most subtle segue, but Kara is grateful for a chance to talk with Lena privately. Once Esme is shuttled off into the car, Alex gives them one last hard look before closing and locking the front door behind her.

Lena sighs. "Well, that went better than I expected."

"It helps that Esme's your biggest fan," Kara offers with a wry grin. Then she sighs. "Let's sit."

Lena nods, and they sit on opposite ends of the couch, orienting themselves to face each other. Lena looks nervous, and though Kara's first instinct is to ease that, she holds back. What was it that Kelly had said? Growing pains.

"Those pictures sucked to see, Lena," Kara says carefully. "I understand they were outside your control, but... it still hurt."

"I know. I just-- don't know how I can fix it. Like I said... it comes with the job. I signed up for it... but you didn't. I get that."

Lena sounds miserable, and looks it too. But Kara doesnt have any more ideas than Lena does.

"Maybe being with you means signing up for it," Kara allows, thinking out loud. "But what happens when I start being part of the scandal. What happens to Esme?"

Swallowing thickly, Lena lifts a helpless shoulder. "I don't know."

"Me neither. But it's something I have to consider." Kara slumps further into the cushion. "Also, I-- I don't know where I stand with you."

Concern flashed across Lena's features. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, but... I'm in your court, Lena. I'm... an intruder. And I care enough about you that when I see something concerning, I want to ask about you, but.... I don't know if I'm allowed to."

"You can ask me anything," Lena says.

"Okay." Kara meets her gaze and holds her. "Why didn't you want to meet with Morgan Edge alone?"

Lena's cheeks lose all color in an instant. Her entire body seems too lock, her hands clasped in a white knuckled grip.

"I don't expect an answer," Kara says quietly. "But that's what I mean. I don't feel like I have the right to ask about this. And I suspect plenty of other subjects will make me feel the same way."

Lena stares at her, eyes wide. Kara reaches out to clasp her wrist, but Lena pulls away. Hurt lances through Kara's chest, but the tight sound of Lena's breathing concerns her more.

"Lena--?"

"What else," Lena croaks.

Kara hesitates. "Lena..."

"What. Else."

Taking a deep breath, Kara carefully forges ahead. "We started this content to simply see where it goes. Do you still feel that way?"

Lena doesn't respond.

"Because it doesn't feel casual anymore. Joining you on tour was certainly impulsive, but it wasn't casual. I thrust myself into your life, and you invited me to, but... I can't really bring you into mine, can I?"

"I'm here now," Lena says, voice tight.

Kara nods. "And I'm grateful for that. But... you wouldn't be able to go to the store with Esme to get cider. Or even take a walk around the block."

Lena releases a short breath. "No. Not without putting her in danger."

"I know you would welcome Esme into your world as warmly as you welcomed me. But for her it would be temporary. For me, if I choose this, it would be permanent, and complete."

She watches Lena inhale again as though to speak, but she doesn't.

"I don't think we'll find a solution before the others get back," Kara continues. "But I wanted you to know where I'm at. What I have to think about."

Lena nods. "I understand. Thank you."

Finally, she meets Kara's gaze. A small smile, but it and the glint in her eyes are sad. She swallows several times before she's able to speak again.

"Can I... do you mind if I take a minute before the others get back?"

Kara nods readily. "Of course."

Lena rises stiffly, then retreats to the powder room, closing the door quietly behind her.

Tears burn at Kara's own eyes, but relief overwhelms them. Relief that the unspoken burden of worry and uncertainty that has been weighing on her, has now lifted in the speaking of it. Perhaps it's selfish of her to now make her concerns now Lena's burden as well, but... would it have been fair to either of them to keep it to herself?

By the time Alex's car pulls back into the driveway a few minutes later, Kara's hands stop trembling, and Lena re-emerges with clear eyes. Their eyes catch as the front door opens, and Lena offers a reassuring nod: whatever happens next, it won't affect tonight.

True to Lena's unspoken promise, the evening proceeds without a hitch. She gamely weathers Esme's velcro presence, listening with interest as she rambles about school gossip and the boy she likes in her history class. And after dinner, they watch Sam bewitch and enchant on screen while munching on sweet snacks and sipping cider out of mugs shaped like skulls and cats and candy corn.

That night, however, the air grows taut between them the moment the guest room door shuts.

"I can take the couch," Lena murmurs.

Kara pauses. "Do you want to?"

Lena shrugs. "No. But I don't want to make you uncomfortable--"

"Hey," Kara interrupts softly. She closes the space between them. "What we talked about today came from a place of love. It hasn't made me uncomfortable." She hesitates. "Has it made you uncomfortable?"

"I mean... a little. I don't like uncertainty, much. And with us in a gray area, I don't know what's... appropriate."

Kara smiles. "Sharing a bed can be as appropriate as we want it to be."

"Kara..."

"I plan to sleep on the right side, fully pajama'd. I don't figure we need to make things any less certain than that."

Lena chuckles in spite of herself, but isn't quite convinced. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Kara assures her.

Finally, she gets a small sigh of resignation. "Okay."

Kara's efforts are enough to banish the tension for a few minutes, but it comes back in full force once they crawl under the blankets. They face away from each other, but Kara can feel the stiffness in Lena's frame, a tension that takes root in her own limbs.

It lasts for several long silent minutes before Kara speaks up.

"You know I wouldn't have said anything, if I didn't care. Right?"

Lena sniffles. "I know."

---

The next morning, Lena lingers long enough to have breakfast with Esme and see her off to school. Once she clears her dishes, Lena collects her overnight bag and offers Kelly and Alex a soft smile.

"Thank you for having me," she says.

"Our pleasure," Kelly returns. "Thank you for coming. I know it was a long trip, and it meant the world to Esme."

"She's wonderful, truly. You've raised an amazing person."

Kara escorts Lena to the driveway. Once Lena stows her bag in the back seat, she turns back to Kara with soft, sad eyes.

"You're not coming back, are you."

Somehow, Lena saying it first makes it easier for Kara to concede. She shakes her head. "No. I don't think so."

"And us?"

Kara takes Lena's hand in hers, and Lena twines their fingers together.

"I care about you too much," Kara says, "to do this halfway."

Lena anxiously rocks on the balls of her feet, lips pulling against burgeoning tears. "Yeah." She manages to meet Kara's gaze. "So, back to normal life?"

"Ehhhhh...." Kara hedges. "The fact I dropped my job the first chance I got is a clue I might not like it very much. Maybe I'll look for something I'm more passionate about."

That brings beaming smile to Lena's face. "That sounds like a great idea. You deserve to find... whatever you're looking for."

Kara lifts her hand, cupping Lena's cheek. "And you, Lena Luthor, are stronger than you think. You deserve to work with people you trust."

She hopes Lena understands her meaning, and from the stunned half-open set of her mouth, Kara suspects she does.

Kara leans in one last time, kissing the corner of Lena's mouth. "Thank you, Lena. For everything."

Lena nods against her. "You too, Kara."

And then Kara watches Lena climb behind the wheel and carefully drive away. As she stares at the winking tail lights, even though her chest aches and her eyes burn, she can't help but feel as though a brand new life is just waiting to unfold.

[honyturtle]

So sorry for any typos and i feel like this wasn't a good delivering, but it's what we have! See u soon my loves <3

‘So fucking hot!’ Minji mumbled under her breath right after you walked past her. She had gone out to a convenience store to pick up some snacks, and that's when she saw you, and goddamn! Didn't you make her legs wobbly.

No! For real, girly feel in love at first sight; she doesn't know if you know who she is, but even if you did, you wouldn't recognize her at the moment, but the girl wished you would, it would be a big chance for her to shoot her shot.

Gosh, your smile, your laugh, your body and everything else makes her hold a moan in. She wanted to kneel for you, treat you like the queen that you are, and, oh, let you take control of everything. She's smitten, guys.

It happens that the universe chooses to give her a chance.

‘Wait! My card is getting declined?!? Oh! I knew I should have bought my cash!’ She heard you say this after your card was declined for the third time. Minji saw this as an opportunity and caught it like her life was on the game.

‘It's okay; she's with me, here.’ Minji gave her card to the cashier, paying for hers and your groceries. She felt her skin warming up because of your stare; she was having a hard time not melting right now, at this moment.

She grabbed yours and hers bags, and started to walk out, hearing you following her.

‘There was no need for you to pay for me; however, thank you for it. May I know who's my hero?’ She heard your sweet voice speaking to her. You touched her shoulder, making her stop and her body shudder. Not going unnoticed by you.

‘Umm...Minji, m-my name's Minji.’ She took off her mask, making her face visible. She saw something flashing through your eyes, but it was gone in a second. ‘Pleasure to meet you, Minji; my name's Y/n.' You spook with such charm; she doesn't know how to explain, but you're driving her nuts just by being you.

‘I'm quite surprised that you are just willing to shoe yourself to me. What if I was a weird, crazy fan?’ She said to me with a teasing smirk on while we started to walk side by side, ‘I-i just had a feeling that you are good, and besides, I wouldn't let you go through that embarrassing moment.’ Minji told you with the most “???” face, ‘Be careful, Kim; if you keep this act up, I might think that you're in love with a total stranger.' You giggled at your words but stopped right after hearing Minji's response.

‘I can't deny, you got me hooked, Y/N...' Oh! She felt like jumping off a cliff would be easier than this. Gosh, I should've just kept my mouth shut; that's what she was thinking; however, again, it seems that the universe is caring for her today because she feels like her heart was about to jump out of her chest when you said, ‘Is it so? So you would do anything for Mami mi corazón?’ I'm not going to lie when I say that this made Minji moan out loud; you only smirked and grabbed the girl's wrist, taking her...somewhere.

Yeah, that's how Minji found herself drowning in your pussy and being suffocated by your thighs. She doesn't know how many hours she was there, but she didn't give a fuck; she felt like she was in heaven. ‘You're such a good puppy; mi amor, mami promise to take such good care of you too, ok?’ Minji only let out a string of muffled whines. She couldn't really pay attention to what you said; she's too busy getting a taste of you.

‘Fuck!’ You moaned after Minji plugged two of her long fingers on your gummy walls while sucking on your clit, oh, she had you curling your toes. ‘Come on, baby! Make me cum; make mami come only for you.’ It was like a trigger, and Minji was fucking you like there's no tomorrow, and you? You're just letting the pleasure flow through your veins, and soon, for the fourth time, she had you orgasming. A string of curses fell off your mouth while you got ridden off your high, and Minji loved the aftereffects it left in you, from your ragged breath to your shaking legs. You were forced to pull her off by her hair, as she didn't want to let go of your sweet pussy.

The sight below you was dangerous; Minji's naked body was flushed, especially her cheeks, as she spent a long time between your legs; she was sweating, her body full of marks made by you and lastly but no least, her face smeared with your sweet and lovely nectar.

‘Was my pussy that good, mi corazón?’ You asked, seeing her smiling towards you, ‘It was heavenly.’ She gripped your hips, feeling all of you, 'Well, we weren't done... I still need a favor.' You said slowly and teasingly; you got up before she could ask, swinging your hips, tempting the idol, and retrieved something in your closet.

You throw it in Minji’s lap. ‘Think you can handle me some more amor?’ It was a strap on, Minji felt a fire lighting up in her belly. She looked like an obedient puppy, nodding her head, almost kneeling on the floor for you. And you? You made yourself comfortable in your bed, getting into a dog-style position. ‘Come take your reward for being a good puppy.’ Oh, Minji was sure she had cummed right after this.

She put the harness on, got the strap in, and didn't waste any time. She got behind you, grabbing a fistful of your ass, and started to enter your pussy, feeling the tightness of it. Furthermore, she let a growl out, starting to make her move sloppy, but was quickly reminded who was the one in control when you, surprisingly, managed to turn her around without getting her out of you, getting her again under you.

‘Was it too early to praise you, Puta Estúpida?' You slapped her face and pulled her hair, making her head lean back. You started to move your hips while riding her; oh, Minji was loving it. ‘Yes, mami, f-fuck me.’ She said it pathetically while almost drooling from seeing your tits bouncing.

Lest just say that Minji had a wild, tiring, but pleasuring night and when she returned to the dorms in the morning with a stupid dope smile in her face, feeling like she had won a trophy, the girls knew something fishy had happened.

[cacciocavalloblu]

A Hello Neighbor Fanfiction: The one to blame?

note:My first Fanfiction .Contains self-harm

Summary: Maritza sees herself as a Monster after everything she did.Nicky however disagree.

"Welcome to Golden apple Amusent park"

The sign near the tree said.Maritza slowly started to enter,a strong feeling on the chest made her only feeling more uncomfortable.

She had no idea on how she arrived there or why she was even entering,it was night and no one was there in that moment, the clouds covered all the moonlight it was already a challenge don't stumble in this darkness,but sfrer a moment all the shadows disapeared,a giant Circus tent and his light had bright all the night,but despite that Maritza didn't feel safer,at all.

She was thinking to step back but then a painful scream broke the hair, She could have recognize that voice even years later,she ran in thet circus tent.

Lucy,her old best friend.She was on the floor covered in blood, "LUCY" Maritza screamed at the sight and knelt near her friend trying to find a way to save her, but before she could anything two angel wings grown on Lucy's back and she was starting to turn up against her will.

"Mari...Mari help me please...please...i don't want die" Lucy begged between tears.

Maritza grabbed her best friend's hands trying to take her down "Don't worry,i won't let you,i won't,i-" she didn't even finish to talk and her graps broke, She wasn't strong enough to hold her.

"Mari,why you left me,Mari...i thought we were friends..." Said Lucy in tears, and now too high to be reached she dissapear passing towards the Maritza usual tan skin turned pale, no,no,this wasn't happening,not again no,tears started to fall on her face.

"It's Always the same story with you" Maritza looked at the origin of the familiar voice and saw, Mya and Aaron were there,all of them looked at her with a death glare.

"Mya,Aaron...What-"

"SHUT UP ESPOSITO" Mya yelled at her in a blind rage,but why... why she was angry...why...

"You are the worst you know that right? You are the worst person i have ever met,you have been nothing but a terrible egoistic jerk,i can't even believed we were friends Once,After everything you have done you should have been the one killed,not me or Lucy.YOU LEFT ME AND AARON WHEN WE NEEDED YOU,YOU ARE THE WORST LIVING BEING IN THIS STUPID CURSED TOWN.I HATE YOU" Continued Mya.

Maritza tears started fall more and more, She wanted talked back but she felt...she felt that Mya was right...for everything... "Let's get out of here Mya,she doesn't deserve our or anyone's company, She deserve to die alone" Aaron spoke for the first time,he took his sister hand and entered in a room,and closed the door with so much strenght to create a Maritza could barely realized what was happening when she suddently heard another voice and looks behind

"Maritza!" Nicky screams in pain,He was in chain and something was trying to drag him away.

"NICKY!" Maritza cried,she quickly tried to go to save him but she couldn't,she  couldn't move,she was like Frozen in time

"I have trusted you; you were my friend, and you left me, and now don't even try to save me. Now I will die alone in his basement. Did you really care so little about me?" And Nicky Simply dissapear as Aaron and Mya behind a door.

Her body returned to work, and she slowly went to open that fucking door, but before she could do that, Mr. Peterson, in a clown costume, got out of that door and grabbed Maritza by her neck so hard she started to feel the taste of blood in her mouth.

She tried to willing out but nothing. He was too strong, she was too weak, and she tried to scream, but no words came out of her mouth. Peterson then grabbed a knife, pointed to Maritza's neck, and... Maritza woke up from that nightmare in panic and breathing loud.

For a moment she didn't even recognize where she was, and then she saw him, Nicky sleeping in his bed, and Enzo and Trinity sleeping near each other in sleeping bags.

She remembered it now.

Since when Nicky got kidnapped, the four kids shared a room where they were sleeping together, mostly because Nicky had still too many traumas and just wanted somebody that wouldn't have left when he needed help...

"Someone totally different than you idiot, someone that is actually a good friend for Nicky," she thought to herself.

She gave a look at Nicky, who strangely seemed a sleep. She smiled. Nicky looked really cute when he was sleeping. Wait, what was she thinking? After all, even if Nicky had apparently forgave her, she could feel that Nicky doesn't longer like her, and he is probably Just pretending, and she honestly couldn't complain. After everything she had done, she didn't deserve his forgiveness, let alone his friendship.

A feeling started to press hard—a feeling of panic, sadness, guilt, and hate for herself—that in the last months was becoming more common day after day. She felt a need... that need...but she couldn't do it here, right? This was Nicky's house after all, and it was already too difficult to do it at home. She tried to convince herself to not do it, but she felt too much the urge to do it.

"Just be quick and turn to bed; no one will notice it."

"This is wrong...this...I shouldn't do it...they would think I am a freak if they knew."

"Well, what are you if not a freak?"

"..."

"Exactly what I thought. Now go and do it. You know this is the only way to calm down."

After minutes of discussion inside her head, the impulsive voice had overpowered the rational one. She slowly took her knife from her bag. She was anxious and worried, knowing it was wrong. She hoped that the rational voice would have stopped her, but it didn't happen.

She slowly entered in Nicky's bathroom and closed the door. With a little first exit, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing two arms covered with multiple scars, and she slowly started to make some little cuts on herself.

"This is for Lucy," she said, sad and with a feeling of nostalgia and with the shame of thinking about Lucy's reaction to what she was doing to herself.

"This is for Aaron and Mya," she said, making a little bigger cut while all the times spent with them returned to her mind, knowing she had been a terrible friend for them.

"This is for Nicky" she said, making a deeper cut. The blood was flowing, and tears started to fall from her eyes, feeling guilty. Nicky had been kidnapped, and in her heart she knew that if only she wouldn't have acted like a bitch and trusted her old friend... at this time he wouldn't be destroyed mentally from the kidnapping.

She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but feel disgusted by herself; she hated herself more than anything else. People saw her as a victim, just a girl that didn't do anything wrong, but every time she looked at herself in the mirror, she only saw a pathetic freak that was slowly destroying all her friends.

She was ready for another cut, this time even harder, when she heard that voice, "M-Maritza, what... what are you doing?"Nicky was behind her.She insinuatedly hid the knife behind her back, despite knowing it was already too late. She couldn't read his face, and that only made her panic more. Once she could easily read and understand all Nicky's emotions and thoughts, and yet here we are, two close friends now farthest apart than ever.

"N-nic... Nicholas...i..." She mumbles. She tries to think of an excuse, but she can't think of anything.

"Maritza..." He said, She couldn't understand his expression. Was he disgusted? Angry? something else? She had no idea but didn't like it.

"Listen...uhm...just forget what you saw; I will clean up everything right now."

"Do you really expect I will just ignore that you... you were harming yourself at the 3.am of the night? Why are you doing this? This is wrong, and why are you acting like you are fine?"

"I am fine..." She tried to say, but it was obvious Nicky knew she was lying and didn't look to have any intention to pretend she was fine ."Listen, seriously, all of this doesn't matter."

"HOW ALL OF THIS DOESN'T MATTER?" Nicky yelled at her; he was clearly angry, and that really hurt her. However, Maritza tried to not give up.

"Listen, all of this is normal; I am used to it."

"USUAL? How many times did you do it already? You know what? I don't want to know. Just tell me, Why are you doing all of this?"

"Uhm, really, no reason at all just... don't worry, I won't do it ever again." She lied, but Nicky, as always, was more stubborn than her."Maritza, what have you got in mind? Please answer, What happened to you? What is causing all of these?"

"really nothing-"

"Maritza..."

"Seriously, I am serious." She tries to escape from the room, but Nicky grabs her arm.

"Maritza" "Let me go. I am all good. You are just overreacting."

"Maritza answered me! AND WHY DON'T YOU WANNA TALK? WHY YOU MUST BE SO DIFFICULT,WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"SINCE YOU GOT KIDNAPPED, I STARTED TO DO IT AS A PUNISHMENT FOR EVERYTHING BAD. I DID IT! HAPPY NOW?" Maritza yelled in desperation and started to cry while Nicky looked at her shocked. His rage disappeared. She felt humiliated; of all the people, Nicky was the last one she wanted humiliate herself, crying.

"Maritza, I am sorry. I didn't mean yell,i... shouldn't habe done it." Nicky said with genuine remorse in his voice that only confused Maritza more.

"Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything bad; it's ME! I AM THE MONSTER HERE! I LEFT YOU WHEN YOU NEEDED OF ME...IF ONLY I WAS A BETTER FRIEND...MAYBE I COULD HAVE PREVENTED LUCY'S DEATH...I COULD HAVE PREVENTED EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED WITH AARON AND MYA...I COULD HAVE PREVENTED YOU FROM GETTING KIDNAPPED! I AM A BAD FRIEND AND A  MONSTER.I WISH I WAS NEVER BORN. AT LEAST I WOULDN'T HAVE RUINED SO MUCH OF EVERYONE'S LIFE,"

she continued to cry, and her mouth started to move against her will. But before Maritza could even continue, Nicky...put his arm on her shoulder, and he slowly pulled her in a hug. Nicky was never one that liked physical contact, so this really shocked her, but she guessed being in a basement for so long made him desire more physical interaction, but this didn't explain why he looked like he wanted to comfort her.

"Mar... Listen...I know the last times we talked...we weren't in a good mood...let's say that...but I want you to know I don't hate you. Don't get me wrong, you hurt me. I don't think I can deny that, but you showed me multiple times to be genuine sorry for your mistake, and honestly, it doesn't matter how big, that was just a single mistake. I would lie if I said I didn't think at you all the days in...in...in...that house...even if honestly I would really want to know...why didn't you trust me? If you don't want, tell me it's okay, but  remember,�� wouldn't get mad in any case at you."

Nicky's words create in Maritza's heart a new feeling—no, an old feeling that she hadn't felt for months and that she could feel every time she was with Nicky.hearing these words from him...make her feel Better than any other word anyone else could have said. She took a breath. Despite her insecurities, she wanted to be really open with him, just like he somehow did right now.

"W-when I saw you that missing poster, I...well, I made a stupid connection...I knew you didn't truly give up on Mr. Peterson's case as everyone else...and I didn't do it too...but when I saw that you had that missing poster, I thought...that you were setting fake proves...just to convince us to continue to investigate against our parents will...I felt betrayed...like you weren't totally honest with me...like if our bound meant nothing for you, like you didn't trusted me...and ironically, at the end I am the one that left you...and I almost lost you... Probably the grief for Lucy and the sense of guilt I had for Mya and Aaron didn't  help." She said,More she spoke, more her voice became lower.

Nicky pulled her in a closed hug."Mar, listen to me. I know you are not a monster, ok? You are not everything like that, and honestly, I can't blame you for not having trusted me... Mr. Peterson is a good manipulator; he manipulated all of us, including me. Anyway, Maritza, you shouldn't feel guilty for everything that happened; it's not your fault."

"But I-"

"I don't know what you truly think, Maritza, but I think that if Aaron, Mya, and Lucy were there, they would forgive you either, because we all saw what a special person you are. You are honest and brave enough both to admit your mistakes and go to Mr. Peterson and hit his ass with your baseball bat."

That caused a little smile and laugh at Maritza, and she slowly started to feel even more better...

"Nicky, are we still friends?" she slowly asked, insecure if that was a good question to ask.

"Yes," said Nicky without insecurity or excitement and pulled her closer.

The two stayed like this for some minutes, then Nicky started to speak again.

"I think we should return to bed. We will continue this conversation tomorrow, ok? And never ever again, self-harm got it?" Maritza nodded even knowing she would have difficulties stopping, but if that would have made Nicky happy, then she was ready to do it and do it successfully.

Nicky took Maritza's hand, and both of them started to blush, and they slowly returned to Nicky's room, careful not to wake up. They returned to Nicky's room, but for some reason no one of them left the other's hand.

They stared at each other for a moment, and with an almost perfect understanding of the other, they both climbed Nicky's bed, and they stayed near, hearing the heart of the other, until they slowly fell both asleep.

Maybe Maritza wasn't totally healed, but she felt that was the start of something—something that she knew would have make her smile again.

[sakkashouichi]

𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌?

reader: female to male transgender

𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥

ᴄᴡ: ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ, ʏ/ɴ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴅᴏʟʟ, ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴏʏ, ʀᴇᴅ ꜰʟᴀɢ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ, ᴠᴏʏᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ, ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴛ ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ, ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ, ᴄɴᴄ?

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Suguru couldn’t get enough; whatever you used to clean yourself was so sweet-tasting. He buries himself further into your cunt, lapping up the slick you were unknowingly producing. Your thighs tighten around his head, and you whimper, your eyes fluttering open. When you realize what’s going on, one hand slaps over your mouth while the other pushes at Suguru’s forehead, trying to get him off. “What’s wrong, baby?“ His honey-smooth voice greets your ears, and you nervously glance at Satoru, fast asleep on the floor. 

Your brows furrow at your stupid boyfriend; why the hell was he being so obvious? His eyes follow your line of sight, and he grins, chuckling softly. “He won't wake up.“ He moves up the bed, situating your legs around his hips. “Satoru’s a heavy sleeper.“ He leans in and trails his lips along your neck. You whine behind your hand, and your eyelids flutter, but you resist. 

You try pushing Suguru off again, but he’s stronger. He wraps his big hand around your wrist and pins it next to your head. “What's the problem?“ He fakes innocence. pretending he doesn't see anything wrong with the situation he's putting you in. “Satoru’s sleeping, like I said. look."  He releases your wrist, and his big hand grabs your chin in a firm hold. He turns your face to Satoru, making you watch his sleeping form just a handful of feet away, facing the two of you. 

If he were to open his eyes, you’d be the first thing he saw. Your freed hand grabs Suguru’s wrist, trying to wrench him off, but he holds your jaw tighter. "Relax, baby, I'll be quick.“ He promises falsely, grinding his clothed erection against your soaked cunt. Your breathing stutters; fuck, he’s big; no matter how many times you take him, you’ll never get used to his girth. Suguru chuckles breathily. “I can feel your greedy little hole clenching, you know?“ He drags his tongue up the shell of your ear, and you squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to look at Satoru any longer. 

“Your body is so lewd, y/n…“ He sucks a hickey into your neck and nips it. You whimper at the feeling, and he hums in encouragement. “That's it, baby; I wanna hear your pretty noises.“ His hand moves off your face, and foolishly, you let down your guard, pulling your hand off of your mouth. “Suguru, you’re such an ass—HAA!“ You moan loudly and slap your hand back over your mouth, anxiously glancing over at Satoru. Suguru let go of your face so he could pull his cock out and press his thick head into your cunt. 

“Louder, y/n.“ he grunts, shakily fumbling for the lube. Your cunt’s so tight, he doesn’t think he can resist just bottoming out right away and making you take it. Suguru doesn’t think you’ll mind right away, but you’ll definitely kill him when you’re all sore in the morning. Once he’s got the lube, he pulls back, sitting back on his legs to see what he’s doing. He gets the cap open, and his eyes flick up at you. 

God,  you’re a fucking catch. You’re so lewd without trying to be, your face beet red, your hands covering your loud mouth, your pretty cunt. Your eyes are firmly stuck on Satoru, and Suguru isn’t sure if he hates it or not. The fact that his best friend could just wake up at any second is what spurred Suguru to do this in the first place. He even made up the whole thing about Satoru being a heavy sleeper; the pervert could be wide awake right now, just watching them. 

Suguru wouldn’t put it past him; Satoru’s always been a huge freak. Unconsciously, Suguru’s eyes drift to Satoru’s sleeping form, and it isn’t until your pussy clenches around him that Suguru remembers what he’s doing. When he looks back at you, your eyes are squeezed shut. Suguru tuts and squirts way too much lube on your cunt. He doesn’t care; if anything, it makes it easier. 

Your cunt gives, and he sinks in a few inches accidentally. The suddenness causes you to whimper behind your hands. Suguru grins and leans back down, tossing the lube to the side in favor of wrenching your hands off your mouth. “You really wouldn’t like it at all if Satoru woke up?“ He can't resist teasing you. You purse your lips and shake your head defiantly. 

“No? Not even if he were to crawl over here and fuck your pretty mouth while I take your pussy?“ You shake your head harder, but your pussy gives you away, fluttering around Suguru’s cock deliciously. Suguru’s chuckle gets caught between a groan, and he sinks the rest of the way in, his thick cock stretching you wide open. “Your lewd pussy says otherwise, baby.“ Suguru’s voice goes breathy and soft. You’re so fucking tight around him, he can't resist; he pulls out only slightly before grinding back in, testing the waters. When you moan, he does it again, pulling out further each time until he’s pounding your sweet cunt. 

“Come on, baby, louder.“ Suguru grunts; he’s got your hands pinned above your head with one hand, his other wrapped firmly around your throat, squeezing every time you tried suppressing your pretty noises. Suguru knows Satoru’s awake; he’s turned away, half on his belly and half facing the wall. but his ears and nape are burnt red, and he’s grinding into the guest futon like a fucking slut. “Moan for me, baby; let it all out.“ He worms his fingers into your mouth, pressing his thumb back against your molars to separate them. You try biting his fingers, but Suguru just groans in response, the pain adding a delicious mix to the pleasure your pussy is giving him. 

“You can't hide from me, love,“ he coos mockingly, halting his punishing thrusts to grind his fat cock as deep as he can to pull guttural moans from your chest. “That’s it, such a good boy, my good boy,“ he groans, repeating the action until there are tears in your eyes and the pain from your clenching teeth is too much for him to resist pulling out. Satoru’s given up on hiding himself, fully turned over, and palming himself at sight; he doesn’t tell you this, poor thing. You’re too cock drunk to notice anyway; nearing your orgasm, the longer Suguru continues torturing you. Satoru blushes harder when he realizes he’s been noticed, but he’s too close to himself to care. 

Suguru watches Satoru pull his cock out with a satisfied smirk before turning his attention back to you. He thumbs your clit, his eyes greedily sucking up your sweet moans as you tense and twist under his ministrations, cumming hard around his relentless cock. “That’s it, doll, milk my cock,“ he grunts, his thrusts growing messy. “Such a good boy, huh?“ His words fall deaf to you, passed out and limp in his arms. “gonna cum in your pussy baby.“ Suguru hears Satoru whine, but the other man is pushed to the back of his mind as he fills your lax cunt. Even in your sleep, your pussy milks him greedily, twitching and sucking Suguru’s cock back up as if you were still awake. “Enjoy the show, Satoru?”

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