#gotta wait till its hot enough first

[avid-idiot]

Kinda tempted to fry an egg outside

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Help me! I'm hypnotized...

The loser roommate I got stuck with did something to my brain. I didn't think it was possible, but that pathetic fag somehow put me in a trance. I don't remember how: with a pendant or spiral; but it doesn't matter! What matters is that at any second he can say a trigger word, and I end up like this: smiling and flexing like a fucking idiot 'till he releases me.

Sure, I look like I'm alright, but I've been stuck in this pose for two hours. My biceps ache and my shoulders are on fire. Add to that a leg cramp that I cant walk off and you'll realize how awful this torture is.

I'd just been trying to finish an essay (his essay to be exact.) I might be on the football team, but this lazy geek is forcing me to do his homework for him! And even though he ordered me to do that, against my will, he calls me up and says my fucking trigger word! It's fucking ridiculous! I used to go out and party with my teammates on nights like this, but now I'm stuck being this dweeb's mannequin-on-command.

I just know he's going to boss me around when he finally gets here. He'll probably make me cook him dinner again. I'd spit in it if I could -hell, I'd probably poison it if I could- but I know I'll be stuck in my own body again. I hate it when he tells me to smile and serve him like a waiter. God, its humiliating...

He makes me workout during my free time, which I have a lot of now that I can't speak to any of my old buddies. I gotta say that my body's never looked better. I guess their is one upside to being under his control: whenever he tells me to train harder, I have to do it.

The gym is the one area of my life where I can at least pretend that I'm not someone's trained monkey. Still, the fact that I can't even shower without his permission is a pretty harsh reminder. Whenever I get back from a workout, my legs march straight to the table where I sit, flex, and smile while I wait for him to tell me what to do. It doesn't matter how tired or hot I am. Sometimes, he doesn't even let me shower. He just tells me to mop the sweat up with my shirt and then put it back on.

I think the nerd has a thing for sweaty jocks or something. The thought of this creep making me do all this to get his little dick hard pisses me off more than anything...

I applied for a job today. It wasn't because I wanted to. My roommate decided that he wants more spending money, so he turned to me and said that I was going to earn it for him. So it wasn't enough for me to be his personal chef, maid, and eye candy! I have to be his fucking ATM now too?!

The tie wasn't my idea either. He told me to go buy some fancy clothes to make sure I impressed my "future employer." He's such a dweeb, and now he's making me dress like a loser too.

Obviously I nailed the interview. It wasn't hard when he programmed me to say things like "I've always wanted to deliver pizzas," or "I want to be the best employee you've ever had!" He made me sound like such a kiss-ass for a stupid minimum-wage job. Even the guy interviewing me thought I was being a bit excessive! I got hired on the spot, and I'm already scheduled every night this week, because my roommate specifically made me ask for as many hours as possible.

Now that I'm done with probably the most humiliating thing I've ever done, I'm stuck flexing with a tie on 'till that asshole gets home...

I got my first paycheck after a long couple of weeks doing his classwork during the day and delivering pizzas at night. My roommate texted and told me to wait by the front door with my paycheck. Apparently, he's going out tonight with some of his loser friends and wants the cash now. I can't believe I'm about to hand it over to him.

"Hey, handsome," he calls, shutting his car door.

"I'm glad your home, sir. How was your day?"

I do not give a shit about his day! He ordered me to say that whenever he gets back. He's also programmed me to get up and hug him like I'm a fucking queer in love!

"Better now," he purrs, squeezing my butt cheek while we hug, "You should come with me and my friends tonight."

The last thing I want to do is be around him and his pansy-assed friends. "Yes, sir," I smile.

"We're going to a gay bar, and I think you would be an excellent wingman."

My stomach drops at the sound of a gay bar. I don't want to be anywhere near that place, and I really don't want the guy with total control over me parading me around that place like I'm his fucking slut! Where is this going? He wouldn't make me do anything gay, right? The terrifying truth is he could. He could order me to act like a stripper there, or...or worse. Fuck! I don't think there's anything he couldn't make me do. He could order me on my knees right now, and I'd do it with this stupid smile still plastered across my face. He could make me blow his tiny cock, and I'd be helpless to do anything other than enthusiastically suck! I don't want to go to that gay bar. I have to escape.

"Yes, sir," I hear my voice gleefully ring out.

[nena-la-fresa]

Fright Night

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Pairing: Josh Washington x f! Reader

Warning: Smut | Oral | Fingering | P in V | Halloween Frat Party | Frat Boy Josh (ish) | Michael Myers Mask | 

Word Count: 1576

A/n: Pure shitty ass smut this time

Emily had suggested for you all to play a game, so in a corner of the party the group was sat. She never specified what it was until everyone was there. 

“Okay so we need one more before we start. We gotta make it even.” Emily finished counting heads. 

“What about Josh?” Chris started to look around for Josh but Sam stopped him. 

“I think he’s hosting. He might be passing out drinks or something.”

You had looked around, your eyes landed on someone standing by the door way. You felt like you were going crazy but this guy might have been following you all night. Almost everywhere you turned he was watching you. If he didn’t have on a Michal Myers costume you would have thought he was a creep, but weirdly, it was kinda hot. 

Emily had noticed you staring at the guy, “Hey you! Myers, how about you play with us.” 

He looked over at her before slowly making his way over. He sat down next to Chris, directly across from you. Even if you couldn’t see his eyes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching you. It sent chills up your spine. 

“So what are we playing Em?” Sam watches Emily place a bottle in the middle of the group. 

“Seven minutes in heaven. So who’s going first?” 

The group kept getting smaller, yeah Emily said it was seven minutes but that depended on the people. Most of them locked the doors if they were having sex, and those who didn’t just waited the seven minutes. 

“Okay Y/n, your turn.” 

You leaned forward to spin the bottle. It spinned about four times before landing on someone. Out of all the people to fall on, you looked up and saw the guy in the mask looking in your direction. 

“Good luck.” Sam smirked at you as she watched you stand up. 

You watched as he looked at you. He didn’t stand up, not till you stood in front of him. You felt his hand lightly graze your leg on the way up. You had wished it was Josh but the idea of potentially getting defiled by a stranger in a mask was kinda hot.

You grabbed his hand and led him to a room. After you walked in you heard the door lock behind you. You could feel your heart pounding, you wondered if he could hear it. Just as you were about to turn around you were pinned against the nearest wall. 

Chest against the wall as you felt his back pressed against you. You could hear his deep breathing as he grinded his cock against your ass. His fingers play with the tip of your dress, slowly lifting it up. 

He lifted your dress up completely, his hand cupped your breast while the other slipped through your panties. His warm fingers started to rub against your clit. Just as he tried to slip one in you turned around pushing him away lightly. His eyes followed your movement. 

He watched as you got down on your knees, he watched you unzip your coveralls. You pull out his cock, mesmerized by its length. You took him in your hand, pumping him slowly. You looked up at him, the moonlight shining just enough so you could see blue eyes looking back at you. 

You rubbed your thumb against his tip before kissing the it. You tried not to break eye contact, you wanted him to watch you. You wanted him to see you lick up from the base of his cock to the tip. You wrapped your lips against his tip, circling your tongue. You took a bit more of him in, once you started sucking you felt him twitch in your mouth. His hand held the back of your head helping guide you. You could feel him in the back of your throat. 

You pulled back to catch your breath. You get back up and slowly start backing him up against the bed. You position yourself to his side, propping yourself up with your left hand and using your right to grab his cock. You jerk him off slowly again before using your mouth to cover what your hand couldn't. 

You could feel his hand glide down your ass. He again moved your panties to the side, this time he let his fingers glide in. You moaned against his dick at the feeling of his middle fingers stroking your insides. He had such a way with his fingers. The fact he knew how to use his thumb against your clit would have made you cum but you needed more. Just as you pulled away from his dick he moved you swiftly. 

Your face pressed against the mattress and your ass up in the air. Before you can even catch a glance at him from behind he rams into you. You screamed at the feeling of his cock pounding into you. You had never felt so full. His pace was steady but by god's deep. He reached places you didn’t think you'd ever feel. 

“Fuck. Your dick feels so good.” You moaned against the mattress, you could feel tears start to form. 

You felt like that had sparked something in him, he pulled you up so that your back was now against his chest. He forced you to look in the mirror. His hand was now around your neck and the other was rubbing against your clit. You watched his cock slide in and out of your cunt with such ease. 

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so close.” 

He felt your shaking, your cunt squeezing around him. He watched as your knees gave out. But he wasn’t done. He hadn’t had his fill yet. He flipped you over, head hanging down from the bed. He closed your legs, tilting you slightly, and lifted them against his chest. The feeling of his sliding back in was over stimulating but felt so good. His thrusts became erratic, sloppy, but the feeling of you pulsating around him was so arousing. He watched your breast bounce with every thrust, he watched tears pool at your eyes, he watched you cover your mouth to hold in a scream. 

But what really got him going was the fact that all you could do was watch him fuck you. You haven't taken your eyes off of the mirror the entire time. Out of all the things you had done, that was the one thing he thought was hot. You were begging to get fucked. You wanted to get fucked. You enjoyed it, you liked the idea of watching someone fuck you to the brink of tears. His last thrust was hard but so good. You felt his cum spill, you felt it begin to overflow out of you. 

You felt him slowly pull out of you. There was a brief pause before you felt the bed shift. There was now heat at your cunt, almost like an exhale. You felt his tongue lap at your cunt. You felt him lick at your entrance. You felt the way his tongue shoved itself in and out. You felt the way he stopped and kissed your cunt gently before pulling away. 

You get up from your position. His back against the bed, his chest heaving, but despite all that his dick was still hard. His dick still craved more. He looked up to see you crawling over him, your hand propping you up, the other grabbed his dick. He felt you rub it against your clit. 

“Nod if you want me to stop.” 

He laid still except for his hand making its way up your thigh to your hip. 

He watched the way you sank down on his cock. He looked up and watched the way you bit your lip before placing your hands on his chest. He watched as you leaned down, and just slightly lifted the mask. He closed his eyes when he felt your lips on his, the way you stopped bouncing to enjoy the kiss. He wrapped an arm around your waist, he propped his legs up and thrusted. 

He felt you moan against his lips. His tongue slipped into your mouth, saliva dripping down his chin as his tongue circled yours. He groaned at the feeling of you licking his lip before biting his lips. He loved the way it felt. He loved how you pulled at his lip before releasing and kissing him gently. 

You could feel the way he began to twitch inside of you. You knew he was close. You grind your hips against him, feeling his twitch coming to an edge. You quickly got off of him. Taking his dick in your mouth, you sucked at his tip. Pulled him out of your mouth you lifted his dick and licked at the base back to the tip. You don’t know what compelled you to look up. But you did. 

You saw Josh watching you. Watching the way his lips parted at the sight of you putting his dick back in your mouth. Josh watched you hold eye contact as you bobbed your head up and down his cock. He watched you take all his length in. He watched the way you took him cum with such ease. The way you never looked away from him as you swallowed. 

“Fuck you’re so hot.” 

It was a never ending cycle. You could feel your cunt begging for more. 

[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

We made sammy one, we gotta make dean one! This was also requested by an anonymous user! Enjoy!

Rating: MINORS DNI!! 18++

Warnings: Its NSFW thats a warning enough;)

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

Dean is definitely a cuddler, He is always holding you and making sure you are okay. You come first in his mind.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part on themselves and their partners.)

Dean's favorite part of his own body is his smile. He knows he could get what he wants in seconds with one flash of it. On his partner he loves their thighs and mostly when they are around his face ;)

C=Cum (What does he do with it. I AM disgusting)

Dean loves when he sees his cum all over you. Your face, your stomach, but he loves it when it drips out of you.

D=Dirty talk (How much do they dirty talk?)

This Man's mouth is DIRTY, he could get you on your knees in no time.

E=Experience (how experienced are they?)

Dean is definitely experienced to say the least, so rest assured he knows what he is doing.

F=Favorite position (goes without saying)

Cowgirl- Dean is a SUCKER for this position. He loves when you take him how you want him, plus a face full of tits? Yes please.

Doggystyle- Dean loves looking at you taking him, pounding into you to show you who you belong to.

G=Goofy (how goofy or how serious they are in the moment?)

Dean can be goofy or serious. Depending how you both feel or the heat of the moment.

I=Intimacy (How are things during the moment, romantic aspect.)

Deans eyes never leave your body, his hands are on you at every moment.

J=Jack off

Dean gets off at least 4 times a week, his sex drive is high and when he isn’t around you he has to release that frustration. Maybe even calling you for some sexy phone sex ;)

K=Kinks

Dean loves to be dominant with you, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he loves to be dominated by you. He loves when you take control over him and take what you need.

He also has a knife kink… he doesn’t get why he does but just the thought of having it out against your skin or his skin… he loves it.

L=Location (where you guys would do the deed)

Dean would do it anywhere you would be game to do it at, but his favorite is in Baby the sweet 67’ Impala…. Mostly when you give him road head.

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

Dean loves seeing you in his flannels… plus eating pie, having whip cream all over your face? He is ready to pounce.

N=No (Something they wouldn’t do, or turns them off.)

ANYTHING that hurts your or puts you in harms way. You are his world, he won’t let that get hurt.

O=Oral (do they like giving, receiving, both?)

Dean LOVES giving you head, eating you out like a cherry pie. Your his fav flavor though.

Dean loves when you give him head, it relaxes him instantly.

P=Pace (Are they slow? Fast? Rough?)

Depends on Deans mood, he loves taking you rough and fast. But he loves being nice and slow.

Q=Quickie (Their opinion on it, how often would they have one)

Dean is always up for quickies, anytime you both need one he is up and ready.

R=Risk (Are they risky)

In deans line of work, risk is dangerous. But if your down…so is he.

S=Stamina (how long can you last? How many rounds?)

Sessions with a Dean are long, hot, and heavy. You can take 3 rounds but Dean… he can make you do as many rounds he wants.

T=Toys (Do you guys own toys? Do they use them?)

You guys explore with vibrators and sometimes restraints.

U=Unfair (How likely would they tease?)

You would be the one that would be a tease, Dean would definitely have his way with you later ;)

V=Volume (How loud are they)

Dean breathes heavy, low growls and grunts

X=X-ray (what’s going own down there)

Dean is beyond average…he is definitely bigger than most guys.

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Deans sex drive is VERY high, you can’t deny that.

Z=ZZZ (how fast he would fall asleep)

Dean would wait till you were taking care of and asleep before even getting comfortable. You come first.

[revasserium]

hurricane

sakura haruka; 1,189 words; fluffy fluff fluff, first love, sakura learns the meaning of friendship, no "y/n", lapslock, mindless fluff tbh

summary: after all, the rain is still just... the rain.

a/n: inspired by clementine von radics poem mouthful of forevers, and also wow sakura is adorable

when he tells you that anger is a language that he’s never needed to learn to know, that loneliness and rejection are dialects as near to him as his hometown used to be, you do not run away.

maybe it’s this place — maybe the blue of the sky from the rooftop garden. maybe, he thinks, there’s something in the water here that makes people kinder, makes them so damn comfortable with splitting open their skins to show him their insides, while asking for nothing in return.

“the summers are hot here,” you say, pressing a cool, dripping bottle of water to his cheek, laughing as he jumps and jerks back, holding it out as he looks from you to the bottle and back again, “make sure to hydrate.”

“why do you care?” he asks, because sometimes, it’s the only way he remembers how to say thank you.

“here, take it,” you say, offering him your handkerchief when he comes back from yet another fight, blood still trickling down the corner of his forehead, “it even matches your hair.”

“don’t need it,” he says, glancing down at the black and white checked piece of cloth, but he doesn’t push you away when you reach out to dab at the drying blood, your hands soft and careful. he never knew hands could be such things, but he supposes there’s always time to learn.

“isn’t that what schools are for?” you say, giggling when he plucks up the courage to tell you one day, when the nights slowly grow longer and the days are clipping own tails, tucking in earlier and earlier. the wind is just on the other side of biting and he’d stared down at his own hands for a solid half minute before reaching out to offer you his scarf — a present from the old lady from the musubi store for putting up her brand new awning.

“y-yeah. guess so,” he says, pulling back to admire his handiwork, the thick knit of the scarf now wrapped snuggly around your shoulders. his blush is more than enough to keep him warm the rest of the way home.

when he lashes out — because its the only way his body remembers how to react to the act of kindness — he sees the hurt flicker like fireflies behind your eyes. but still, you don’t turn away. instead, you sit back, you sigh, and you tell him you’ll wait.

“why?” he asks, because it’s the one question that keeps on echoing through him, like the tolling of a hundred thousand bells, reverberating through him till it’s all he can hear — why?

“because,” you tell him, “sometimes people just need time — and lucky for you, we’ve got a lot of that here. so…” you shrug, sitting back with a sweet, knowing smile, “take your time. that’s what friends do for each other — sometimes, we’re there, but sometimes… we give each other space and we give each other… time.”

time, he thinks, turning the words over his head. how long has it been since he’d had to sleep with one eye open, to always look over his shoulder, to wake up knowing that he’s gotta hit the ground running. how long? what was it that he was running away from?

and sure, he still doesn’t quite have a setting between off and a hundred, but he thinks… maybe with enough time, he can learn. and you teach him.

slowly, he learns the weight of laughter, pure and sweet and joyous, the power that tenderness can bring, the way that sometimes a smile is more potent in a fistfight than as well-aimed punch, that somehow, your hits always land harder when you have a thing worth fighting for. and it should’ve been obvious, but maybe it’s not — that love is a thing of viciousness and vengeance, but also a thing of delicacy and light.

when he holds your hand for the first time, he thinks his entire body might burst at the seams, shattering into a million and one pieces if ever you tried to pull away, but still, there comes a time for letting go.

“i’ll see you tomorrow?” you say, the pair of your teetering on the front steps of your house. behind you, the warm glow of your living room lights paints your outlines in gold. sakura swallows, your fingers still laced in his. he reaches for a reason — any reason — not to let go.

“unless… you wanna come in for dinner?”

he whips around so fast he almost cricks his neck, but he nods before he can psyche himself out, and the next second, you’re tugging him into the house behind you. it’s not the first time he’s met your family, but it is the first time you introduce him as your boyfriend. the word has a strange ring to it, a one-two punch that knocks the breath from his lungs every time you say it.

and it’s only really been a week.

later, in the dim halo of your bedroom lamp, your legs dangling over his as the pair of you read manga on the floor of your room, he reaches out to pull you into his arms.

“i — i’m not a — hm,” he clears his throat and tries again, fighting the urge to bury his face in your shoulder from behind, “i’m not good at… this kind of stuff…” he admits, though your tinkling laughter tells him that yes, you know. still, he forces himself to go on —

“so… uh — if i like… blow up over something random just… like slap me or… or something.”

for a second, you’re quiet, your steady breathing and his much less steady ones the only sounds in the room.

then, you twist slightly to face him, peering up at the profile of his face in the burgeoning dark.

“do you remember that one day — when it rained this summer? and it was so, so nice because it was so freaking hot that whole week?”

“uh… yeah?”

“and then… like three weeks later, there was a hurricane warning, and everyone had to stay home?”

“sure. umemiya made everyone run to put away his stupid planter boxes —”

“but… if you think about it, the rain is still just… rain, right?”

sakura frowns, pausing, “i… guess so.”

“yeah. so… it’s kind of like that with you, i think.” you smile, settling with your back against his chest, his arms around your middle, “the rain is still the rain, whether is light or it’s heavy. and… i’ve always loved the rain.”

sakura makes a soft noise, letting his head fall back against your bedframe.

“it doesn’t matter to me… cause, i think i’d still feel the same about you either way,” you say, turning around once more to fix him with a smile —

“i’d love you if you were summer rain… i’d love you, still, if you were a hurricane.”

[trashbag-baby666]

okay okay heheheh trans cros idea

just the weekly after care period between him and bubbles after his top surgery 😭😭😭 bubbles just about chains him to the bed cause he’s always so restless and fidgety despite not being able to do much. and he brings him his meals in bed and bubbles playing nurse for him and he’s just so sweet and of course cros cries cause “you’re so sweet to me bubbles.”

oh and and and once he’s more healed bubbles helping him get dressed in a muscle tee like he always has wanted to and when he looks in the mirror at himself he breaks down but it’s cause he’s happy!!!

STAWP I LUV ALL OF THESE SM!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺

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But you’re right! Croz would NOT sit still the first initial week. After they’re home Bubbles gets him all tucked into bed to take a nap. But suddenly Croz is like up trying to do something else. Granted he’s a little loopy from the pain meds.

Croz is trying to find his cat and Bubbles has to wrestle him back into bed.

“Harry, what’re you doing? I left the room for five seconds.”

“I want Bitsy to cuddle.”

“We gotta go lay down and nap first, sweetie.”

Bubbles definitely helps Croz with his drains…we’re talking about Harry Crosby here just the thought of it makes hime woozy and nauseated.

By the second day he knows Croz is in a little more of a worldly pain. He wakes up before Croz and just lays next to his boy till he wakes up. He’s raking his hands through Croz’s soft, dark brown curls. He isn’t sure if he’s seen Croz actually rest this much since he passed out during SAT’s week.

When he wakes up he gets him his pain meds, helps him adjust or use this bathroom. Bubbles is there just to wait on him hand and foot but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Believe me Croz is eating Kraft Mac and cheese for each meal. It’s easy enough for Bubbles to make the cups of it in the microwave for him. There’s some emotional tears on day two from Croz���

“Alright, here’s your Mac and cheese and I refilled your glass of water. Anything else?”

Croz stuck his bottom lip out watching Bubbles lay another blanket ontop of him tucking it around his legs. Then the hot watery tears of emotion and Croz’s pain meds are mixing.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, Harry? Anything hurt?”

“No,” he shook his head tears spilling from his eyes, “Bubs, you’re just so sweet to me.”

When Croz is cleared to shower again, Bubbles puts a step stool in the shower for him. Bubbles makes him sit there and just relax while he massages the shampoo and conditioner into his hair. He helps him shave the stubble off himself. Yeah he could do it by himself but Bubbles touch is just so silky soft. Bubbles is having a wonderful time playing nurse for Croz

What makes it all the more worth it is just seeing the pure joy and happiness across Croz’s face when he sees his chest. Bubbles agreed to take him shopping after he healed. But now that he’s wanting to wear something other than button downs and it’s been a few weeks.

Croz is standing at his closet looking through his clothes and finds a muscle shirt he had for dance. But he didn’t like the side boob action it’d give him and he kind of just tucked it away for the post top surgery days.

“Help me get dressed?”

Bubbles heart does its little flutter seeing the excited wide smile and glint in Croz’s eyes. He could never say no to those soft puppy eyes.

After he helps Croz change he walks him over to the mirror in his room and tells him to open his eyes. Croz almost loses it just right there, he’s looking from different angles and poses. Bubbles is watching excitedly seeing Croz’s pure euphoria of his flat chest. His slightly muscular dancers arms are teasing the ever loving shit out of Bubbles.

“You been working out?” He softly squeezes Crozs bicep softly.

“What are we, Buck and Bucky now?”

[flashnthunder]

baberoe priest kink- hello yes please i need this!!!!

(thank you for taggin me <3)

Willow Boughs and Wanting

(mildly nsfw under the cut)

He’s pushed back into the pew, and he goes without much fight. From his position now, Babe is half looming over him. The light through the windows makes his hair even more red, like a halo of fire consuming him. Babe doesn’t leave him to think for too long, slowly straddling himself over his lap until his knees are on either side of Eugene’s legs. He’s still taller like that, looking down at Eugene’s face when he tips his head back.

“I gotta tell you, Father, you’ve made it a helluva time sitting in on your services,” Babe says, and there’s a hint of a smile there that’s swallowed in something more serious. Babe leans down so close that their lips almost touch. He plays it like a waiting game and Eugene is the one to blink first. He doesn’t know who closes the gap first, but they’re kissing and Babe’s hands are on his shoulders.

If there had been a halo of fire around Babe, it’s going to cover him next, spread its fire like a curious flame licking up around dry wood. It dries the muggy air out of him and brings him closer to something real and solid. They kiss until they’re spending more time pulling away to breathe a shared exhale of the same air.

“It just ain’t right keeping you squirreled away in here all by your lonesome,” Babe murmurs, and Gene doesn’t have time to think about what he means before Babe lets himself settle further down in his lap. Only by sheer will does he keep his hands from grabbing him, either to push him away or drag him down he doesn’t know. Babe looks him in the eye, slow and deliberate in his gaze and grinds down onto his lap. Eugene can’t bite back the noise he makes, something choked off and high that escapes his throat.

“Edward, you can't be doing that,” he means it to sound more of a warning than it does. Instead it comes more like a hurried question.

“What's it gonna take to kill that? Need to know me a little more biblically before you call me the right name?” Babe asks, and the smile from earlier is back. He grinds his hips against Eugene, dropping his head to his shoulder for a moment. He nudges Eugene’s head back, kissing right above his white collar where his throat dips with each swallow.

“Want me to stop calling you by your first name, maybe? You prefer Father Roe if we're being formal like?” He rocks into him again, pulling back to kiss along his jaw. He can feel the blood in his cheeks, hot and thruming underneath his skin. Babe winds his arms around his neck, his eyes falling closed when he leans his head to the side and hips still moving.

"Edward," he tries again, and his voice has found no more strength the longer he waits. Babe's eyes come open again at that, and just as suddenly as they'd ended up together he pulls back. Eugene feels something akin to fear flush through him, suddenly wanting to pull him back down.

He doesn't go far, Babe sinks to his knees in front of him, slower than should be possible with how fast everything else seems to be happening to him. Eugene can’t get a good enough grip on the pew under his hands him to steady himself. There’s a wicked look Babe gets now, and he runs his hands down the outside of Eugene's legs, catching halfway down his shin and holding.

“Awful hard, like I was saying. Supposed to be listening and you’re up there, looking like all a’this,” Babe’s hands move back up again to catch his hips, squeezing just a little. Eugene digs his nails into the pew, wishing the wood would splinter under his grip. He presses until it hurts, tilting his head up and screwing his eyes closed.

“Figured yous would be used to seeing somebody down on their knees like this,” Babe’s grip tightens. He pulls him forward a little, pushing Eugene to choose between letting go of his grip on the old wood or letting his hips be moved forward till his back is almost arched.

“No, I ain’t, it’s not- I never,” his voice comes out in more of a stutter than he had expected. Babe’s grin grows at that. Just as slowly as he’d sunk to his knees before, he leans forward till his lips hover about an inch away from the dark fabric. Despite the layers, Eugene feels a hot flush run down his neck knowing that if Babe looked he would probably be able to see him getting hard.

“You good and sure about that? Don’t wanna take my confession like this?” Babe asks, and there's not a prayer in the world that comes to him now.

[tipsyteebs]

I can’t wait to catch you sober, when you feel everything in perfect clarity;

How it feels when my servos pin your cute little limbs over your helm.

When denta graze your jaw line, your fuel lines, your cabling, your clavicle armour.

As I hold you against the wall, let gravity do all the work with how I grind against your ceiling node. You are so small compared to me, that I can’t even imagine how full that would make you feel. Every thrust would be a new angle, a new drag of ridges on tender nodes, your valve opening, your outer node.

I might even bite, to feel you gulp against my lips, to hear you hiss or moan beside my audial. I could cover you in dents, mark you up so not even the most desperate drunkard at the bar would so much as drop a flirtatious quip.

Maybe I’ll get you to pop your bubble in the bar next time, just frag you against its inner edge where patrons can do no more than gaze with envy as you are thoroughly railed, clawing against the smooth surface for some sort of grounding to the constant increase of pleasure. I bet you’d like that, too. A whole clubs’ worth of optics, wondering how an unassuming little guy like you could pull the baddest bitch in here, while you dribble and drip and leak with both our fluids. I certainly have no plans to stop once I finish. No, I’d keep slowly rutting up into that cute little valve till you are writhing and panting and it’s onto my spike speared into you and your own wrists above your helm keeping you from sliding to the floor, your vox long since reduced to simply fogging your dome where to are slumped against it.

I bet you’d like that, Bubbletruck~

"Aww come on... y- you can't... fragging... you can't say that slag!" Trailbreaker is reduced to an overheated mess in an instant, burying his faceplates in his servos, whining long and loudly as his secondary vents puff out overheated air.

No. No, no, no, no. He can't- can't handle this! He's chewing on his lip non-stop, swinging the door to his hab suite open and flinging himself on to the berth, burrowing down in to the mound of pillows there and not even for a second able to stop himself from humping one of the the soft cushions there.

"Nhhhh- can't- d-do that to me! What the frag!" He dragged both servos down his faceplates again, soft cheeks flushed with so much heat they were hot to the touch. Pit, his panels felt scalding hot too! He buried his helm in the mound of pillows as if that would keep the voice at bay, just his lower half poking out form the plush mound and soon squirming.

Spark racing, the outlier couldn't help it when he grew frantic enough for a panic bubble to pop up around him, forced to imagine was he was manhandled and taken roughly, bubble popping up in an instant and trapping him in a little bubble of heat and soft pillows. He let out a panicked cry, at least wishing he'd grabbed a slagging toy first!

"You- you gotta stop... come on. That's enough, right? - uh- boss? Please?" It was Echo, wasn't it? "Come on I can't.... can't slagging stand it-" Trailbreaker was so fragging turned on he'd stuffed the corner of a pillow in to his intake, chewing on it as another one was stuffed between his thighs, the bot groaning and bucking, forced to imagine that scene as he's fragged ruthlessly in front of all those other patrons, whining and wriggling on the berth, pressed up against that bubble, trapped and helpless.

[tristayranambrosio]

Things Forgotten and Reforged Part 8

The Rayne Root, for those who have never been, stands as a vast Kaldorei style estate that has been rebuilt twice in its existence that dates back almost to prehistory. Originally it stood as a single building complex and rest space for artisans and creators in the Dark Troll Empire, then eventually grew into a Three wing Estate that expanded with it’s own spa that had been built around the natural hot spring, a whole wing dedicated to an academy campus, and of course the residential wing central in the complex with magnificent courtyard gardens, one maintained by the Rosewarden himself. Trist paced in his roses and briars, his hands freshly soiled with dirt and the work of tilling and aerating a patch of earth. He’d been there hours attempting in vain to get the tree to sprout. Roses came naturally to him… but this was different; an oak tree, and Trist was no druid. “Joo know dat yah cin always jest ask me if joo tryin ta grow sometin.” A voice chuckled over his shoulder. “Not now, Hart.” Trist hissed as he knelt for the five hundredth time in the day cupping his hands over the mound of soil he had watered and sewn with the Sheets, and the acorn along with a nest of threads from the Tapestry. They said he had magic. Everyone constantly told him what he could do was magic, enchanting… So why wasn’t it working!?

“Dis be for my Grandson, what betta time?” The Haunting stood arms crossed and leaning against thin air. He was a spirit so that was hardly something new. Even as a phantom The First-Father or the ‘Hartwood’ of the Root itself appeared a stunning likeness to Leo himself, bark skin and leafy hair aside. He stood feet taller though and was built like a brute rather than the lean graceful Leo was, but the Ancient Elf-Troll missing link still resembled Leo enough to make Trist look any way other than at him for fear it’d distract him. “Exactly. It's for him, so I need to work, and not… I dunno deal with arguing with you.” Trist huffed exasperated. “Joo act like I neva do anytin but argue witcha.” That got Trist to look up and glare at the phantom. “Okey okey, suppose I do like givin ya trouble, I admit dat, but why no ask me ta help…” The sincerity in his words caught Trist off guard, and it loosed his tense shoulders, the stress of -finishing- this in time spilling out of him.

“Because I asked you to help me once… and it took a part of you… it was a mistake, and one I will not make again. I’ve apologized tenfold for it… but it's not enough, nor will it ever be enough to make up for what I took and just… gave away. I resolved to do this without asking more from you… I can do this.” Trist insisted, pressing his hand over the acorn and forcing a melody from his lips once more, but it was hoarse after having tried for hours. The First father’s transparent hand fell over Trist’s and though the Bard couldn’t feel it he saw as the once warlord spoke gently to him, “Little one ja put too much on ya self for all dat… I didn’t give ja more den I willin’ly parted wit… And Dis is for my Grandson…” Trist tried to focus on the song, tune the Ancestral spirit out and focus as sweat beaded on his brow. Hart continued gently, “Joo know dere is no one else fer ‘im little one, joo already gotta put dis ting togetha… let ja old man at least give ja alittle of myself for dis project.” Trist’s voice wavered and his eyes met the phantom’s guilt and desperation warring in the expression as he kept singing.

The deep voiced phantom didn’t have the voice of a singer but he harmonized as best he could, trying to channel the latent magic of the space into their palms as they rested over the acorn. “Let this promise in me start Like an anthem in my heart From now on…From now on…”

Trist felt the stir of something growing beneath their palms but he dared not lift them away, and sang with a wobbling hope. “And from now on… These eyes will not be blinded by the lights From now on… What's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight It starts tonight! And let this promise in me start- Like an anthem in my heart- From now on From now on From now on…” Hart sang on in unison, feeling his roots reach through and up into the base of the Oak that now grew rapidly forcing Trist onto his back with the sudden burst of growth, the bark and wood itself a stunning spider web patterned smooth and silk leafed Midnight blue…

Trist looked on in sheer awe of the sapling that had emerged from the soil carrying aspects of some of their shared memories and salvaged items, the wood new and already opalized in the grain with pale moon white gemstones within the texture of the tree. “T-that…” “Some of my betta work I’d say, doh joo didn’t do half bad. Just needed dah push.” Hart smirked, patting the bark of his Grandson’s oak. “But I’ll… I’ll hurt it to work on this- I’ll hurt you-” Trist protested. The First Father huffed, “Dis was GROWN to be ja Mate’s and shaped by yah ‘ands. Now take whatcha need from it. I know joo gotta finalize dis before Ja name day no more hesitatin!”  Trist cleared his throat and nodded, finding the branches he needed, finding that a basic shape and curve had already been -grown- into existence. He wanted to argue that it felt like he hadn’t earned this, but the First Father glared, and cut off the thought before it even escaped, “Joo have grown and maintained all dis… roses on roses of all da kinds joo make for all dat inspire ya and joo do it wit-out my inta-vention, joo put in dah work on dat, I just aided alittle. Ja wed tah my grandson, ja ‘is mate, Child, Raynes know when tah ask for help.”

“But I’m not-”

“Yes joo are, Trist. Ya even my namesake. I tink de reason dat be was because ja was meant to find our lost one and bring ‘im here… but despite whatcha tink… dat’s not de only thing ja are for, joo aren’t just some deliver method. Joo are one of us because ja love him, Growin tings comes easy to me… dead or not. And dis way I be helpin with da weddin in some small way, I don’t get to come watch so let ja old mon have dis.” The Phantom teased now and looked like he ached to wrap the elf before him in his arms and reassure him as a father-in-oath, “Tink of dis as my showin we trust ja wit his heart, if dat helps… Joo both deserve eachodda… and Joo mean da world tah him… stop doubtin dat or I -will- haunt joo.” “You already -are- haunting me.” Trist replied deadpan. “Betta stop doubtin yourself den.” “Don’t you have a Raven to flirt with?” “Don’t joo have a ‘Tank you First Fadda’ for me?” “Thank you.” “Dat’s betta.” The Haunting grinned and vanished into the soil and the Oak that had sprouted was swallowed back up by the earth on the heels of his laughter that made the branches above the estate shake and shiver with echoes of it.

[catcze]

Come now, don't be shy, share the horny thoughts you have of Gorou.

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Gorou x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Smut <3

!!⠀CWs : breeding kink, marking, biting, dacryphilia, cum eating, collars 👀

ajsfakj the way Sam summoned the Gorou fuckers into my inbox 💀 babey this isnt even the first Gorou-mentioning thirst I've gotten within the span of an hour HAHAHA

Fr tho I WILL I WILL I WILL I promise–– A little room in my brain containing Gorou thirsts have just been unlocked and they're aching to be let out soon 😭 I gotta get back to farming sea flowers but fOR NOW;; I leave you with this thirst:

I only meant to write one paragraph wait––

You know when I see Gorou i just ffucking know this mans stamina will be your undoing. DO you see him??? DO you see the hand on his hip in that one leaked image?? motherfucker if that doesn’t look like a man who can fuck you till you’re crying and overstimulated and keep goin then shit I’m straight. 

ALSO?? I hope I’m not projecting but,,,, canine boy?? Breeding kink duh. Doesn’t even have to be the whole ‘get you pregnant’ vibe if you’re not into that. He just likes fucking you until his cum is so deep in your hole and you’re stuffed so full that there’s a little bump in your belly. 

Babe and his ears and his tail–– look me in the eye and tell me he doesn’t like it when you touch them during sex. Look me in the eye and tell me he doesn’t like it when you touch them during sex. if you reach back while this puppy boy is railing you on all fours and you scratch this specific patch of skin on his ear, he’s immediately gasping your name, biting into your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and drills into you harder than he did before. And If you pull and stoke on his tail while you suck him off, Gorou is gonna be putty in your hands, tangling his fingers into your hair and whimpering for you to take more of him into your mouth please please.

Okay this one isn’t,, super horny, but I can see Gorou licking up your tears when he rails you, peppering your face with smooches and licks while he makes you see stars. AlsO I can really see Gorou having a thing for tasting your cum?? I dunno it sounds weird when i type it out but listen listen imagine that you two just finished, right, and you literally cannot feel your lower half and your thighs are trembling atp, and the most noise you can make is a hoarse whimper as he pulls out. But when Gorou sees the cum that’s pooled on your belly from how hard you came, he’s so transfixed by the sight of it that he swipes a bit of it up on his fingers, stares at it for a bit, then just sticks his fingers in his mouth. And he even runs his tongue through it and shit all hot and sexy like as if its a goddamn popsicle or something. And from the way that he pauses, how his eyes widen, his tail wags and he licks his lips with a reignited hunger? THe next time he goes down on you he’s definitely swallowing your cum uh huh.

LAST ONE bc i fr need to farm kjbfajks BUT ever since I had that talk w sam, I have genuinely been thinking of Gorou wearing a collar/choker that you got him during sex. Like, imagine pulling the fabric of the collar to the side just a bit to leave nips and love bites on Gorou’s neck while he rails you. Imagine that while Gorou fucks you into the mattress, he’s towering over you, watching as the moan and gasp and cry for him, and in his mind you look ethereal. Mans is literally salivating on the spot tbh. And when you open your eyes and see the way he watches you so adoringly, so lovingly as if you put the stars in the sky, you hook two fingers under his collar and pull him down for a kiss, making him moan into your mouth as heat and love sparks in your chest.

NOONE ASKED but I’m also so sure that Gorou is literally the best at aftercare. No, I will not elaborate. 

[proserpina-magnus]

Rooted Intentions {Remus Lupin x you}

Word count: 2365

not edited well.

[ warnings: Remus is insecure/doesn't think he's enough, cleaning wounds/blood is mentioned, use of the words "sir" and "daddy", slight sub/dom aspects, slight degradation, hair pulling, slight choking (only mentioned once), dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex, cockwarming at the end ]

This takes place about 2 years after you've both graduated hogwarts.

You dabbed the cloth in warm water, squeezing the excess out then applying the warm cloth to his cuts. Remus hissed as his hand came out to grab at your wrist to pull it away.

"Rem stop, magic can only do so much." You say, sighing as you eye the new scar that will form on his chest.

"You shouldn't see me like this, I'll do it." He says, his voice rough and hoarse while he displays his insecurities.

You sigh, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder as you take his hand into yours. Your fingers slipping between his as you give it a small squeeze.

"Remus, Please don't do this, What will I have to do for you to realize that I love you, every part of you, please what do I have to do?" You say into his chest, raising your head to give his jaw a small kiss.

"I don't deserve-" he was going to splurge out some classic bullshit that he always does so you'd break up with him and find someone better.

"You deserve every fucking thing, I'm so in love with you that you can't convince me not to be" you mumble into his cheek, dropping your lips to kiss his busted lip. He only pushed his lips slightly into yours, his other hand taking hold of your hair as he brings your face closer to his.

You pull back, smiling from the feeling of your stomach twisting, it felt like happy nerves whenever you've kissed him.

"I would love to continue kissing you, but I need to heal you first." You say, running the cloth through his cut. The potion was finally doing its magic, his cuts were closing in on each other, what was left was the deep-rooted blood.

He didn't reply, his eyes shut as he let his head rest against the pillow. You could tell he was exhausted, his eyes held dark circles while his cheeks sunk just slightly. He looked like art, even when he felt like shit.

"I think I know what might make you feel better..." you whisper, running your finger along his forming scar as you plant your palm against his shoulder. His eyes opened slightly, downcasted as he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

"Oh yeah? What might that be?" He asked, his chest rising as he gave a small laugh. His hand coming to rest at your hip.

"I think you know..." you muse, pulling back to dip the cloth in water, then squeezing to clean the rest of the dried blood left from his cuts.

His chest had this red tint to it, his hair sprawled out in brown waves. He kept his eyes open, smiling up at you as he raised his hand to rest in your hair.

"Come here.." he whispered, pulling you in by the back of your head as he fused his lips with yours. He rose slightly on his elbow, smiling into the kiss as he kissed at you eagerly.

"rem, relax alright? I don't want you hurting yourself, just let me handle it okay?" You say, which earns a groan from him as his head leans back to touch the pillow.

"It's too hard not to lean into you, your fucking addicting," Remus admits, his eyes casting towards your neck.

"All I can hear is your heartbeat and it's driving me feral" he talks as his hand dips down from your hair to your hip, his thumb pressing under your shirt.

You sigh with his impatience, leaning down to kiss at his shoulder blade.

"Would sucking you off help?" You ask, your lips coiling into a smile as you run your hands down to trace over his forming erection.

His breath irks, he takes a deep breath as his thumb pushes into your stomach. He lifts your shirt up further, his hand sliding under as he grips your flesh with his large hand.

"Don't know if I wanna cum in your mouth or your cunt..." he mutters, racking his eyes to look at your tits then to your exposed thighs.

"Both would be good." He finalized, giving a small smirk.

"Would it now?" You say, hands rubbing against his clothed cock as you hear a small groan come from the back of his throat.

"S'lucky it's after the full moon, would've bend you over and fucked you on my desk..." his voice still rough while he speaks, his hand coming up to feel your tit.

"No bra? My lucky day.." he jokes, earning a laugh from you as you pull down his boxers. Your hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He groans, sensitive from your hot touch as he rolls his eyes back.

"That good huh?" You tease, giving his cock a small squeeze before moving your hand up his shaft, your thumb rolling itself under the tip of his cock.

"Fuck, yeah it's fucking good" he grunted, voice deep and croaky as he adjusts his position on the bed. He rolls his eye as he sees your smirk.

"Ya gonna suck me or not?" He asked, eyes raised slightly as motions to his dick in your hands.

"Impatient aren't we?" You say, rubbing his cock in your hand as you lower your head, taking it into your mouth.

"Watch it, just because I'm exhausted doesn't mean I won't fuck you hard later," Remus warns, his hands coming to gather your hair out of your face. His hips buck on impulsive as his cock slides into your warm mouth, a groaned growl slips past his lips.

"I love your mouth, it's much fucking better when you're using it to suck me off." Remus keeps mumbling things for a bit, but it was hard to listen when you were preoccupied with his cock in your mouth.

You gag as the tip of his cock reached your throat, you pull away as you take a deep breath through your mouth. Salvia dripping past your lips.

"Too much for you? Thought you were my cockslut hm? You Cant even suck me off properly"

Remus teases, his hand still wrapped in your hair as he gives it a sharp pull.

You gasp at the feeling, head tilting back into the pull as you give a glare at him, wiping your mouth as you take his cock into your hand once again.

"You answer when I speak to you, don't be a brat" he snaps, his fingers taking a harder grip onto your hair as he gives you a stern look.

"Sorry sir, I'll do better, Wanna please you" you mumble out, heat rising from your neck to your face.

"You wanna please me?" He asks, his hand loosening in your locks as he rubs the back of your scalp with his palm. His expression easing from your words. Remus was usually harder then this, if you didn't suck him off the way he wanted he would just use your mouth till he was satisfied. After the full moon, he was softer. He couldn't only do so much with a exhausted body.

"Yes sir, I wanna be good for you" you respond, leaning up to kiss him. His hand pushes at the back of your head, kissing you closer.

His other hand moves to your hip, squeezing it until pushing at your panties. Sliding them past your thighs as you wiggle out of them, your panties getting thrown to the floor as his fingers come to rub at your cunt.

"If you wanna be a good girl you gotta ride me, okay? I'll fuck you good later I promise, just wanna be inside you right now" he says against your lips, then moves his lips to kiss at your jaw.

"I will, rem" you whisper, he stops his kisses for a second before bringing his hand to cup your jaw.

"Not my name, you know that. I'll let it slide this time because I'm tired, don't let it happen again." Remus says, his voice rough and clear.

"Sorry sir, won't happen again," you say, kissing him slowly as he lets go of your jaw. Moving it down to your neck as he gives it a small squeeze before grabbing his cock.

You feel the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, lowering slightly as he guides you down to fully take his cock.

"Fuck, your so warm" he grunts, hips grinding into yours as he pushes deeper into you. A whiny groan leaves your lips as you finally adjust to being filled. You'll never got used to the feeling, even when you've both been together for a while now.

"Just for you sir" you give a smile, lips meeting his as you grind into his cock. Warmth spilling your lower body as you let out a small laugh from the feeling.

His lips kiss yours harsher, making them bruise as he tries to pull you closer to him. His lips are bigger than yours, so are his hands. It easy to get overwhelmed when you're with him, he's just so addicting.

"S'not gonna last long baby, you feel too good" he grunts, his hips rolling with yours as his hands go to your thighs. Running his ring clasped fingers up your thighs to your hips.

He squeezes every part of your body he can get his hands on, he's more vocal than he usually is prior to him being more sensitive.

"I love you, fuck I love you" he groans into your neck, nuzzling into it as he kisses and sucks on your throat.

The pleasured feeling increases when he hits a certain spot, you can't help but let out a very thrilling moan at the feeling.

Your movements get quicker and messier as you get closer to your orgasm, moans and groans leave the both of you as he grounds your hips into his. Nails digging into your thighs as he lets out a low growl.

"Gonna cum inside you hm? Gonna fill you with my cum, wouldn't you like that baby? Wanna be filled with daddy's cum?" Remus muttered, voice low but aggressive as he bites into your lip.

"Yes sir, please sir, please I really want it" you blabbered, not even listening to his words as you beg for the feeling. You whine against his lips, your body involuntary closing against his cock. You take his hand, guiding it so he can feel your filled stomach.

"Your cock daddy, so fucking big, gonna cum" you become a blabbering mess, words mumbling out of your mouth before you even think of them. Letting him take the lead and fuck into you as you roll your hips, waiting for his permission to release.

"Cum baby, it's alright I got you, you've been so good for me" Remus comforts, his voice small and quiet as he guides you through your orgasm.

A warmth of contentment washes over you as you cum against his cock, your body slowly stopping its grinding as your head leans back into the feeling.

All you can let out are heavy breaths and small groans as you finally get filled with Remus's cum, him grunting from beneath you.

You both catch your breath, eyes downcasting to Remus who is laying with his eyes closed. His hair stuck to his forehead as his chest rises up and down, your eyes scanning his scars. You run your thumb along one, a scar that leads from the bass of his hip to the top of his collarbone.

"Your so pretty, Remus, I love you" you whisper, letting out a pleased breath.

His eyes open slightly, looking up at you as his hand comes to rest over the one on his chest. He takes your hand into his, then brings it to his lips to kiss your palm.

"I don't deserve you, truly." He whispers, kissing your wrist before bringing your hands down to his chest. He helps you slide off of him, he lets out a groan when his cock hits the air.

"Your love is enough for me rem," you say, kissing his forehead before laying down beside him. His arm wraps around you, pulling you closer as your back is met with his chest.

"Mh, we gotta clean you up before we go to sleep," he says, kissing the top of your head as he squeezes your body against his before pulling his arm away from you.

You grab his arm back, placing it over your body as you cuddle into it, Letting out a sigh.

"No, it's fine. Cant we sleep first?" You say, he lets out a sigh of his own before pulling his arm back again.

"Sorry love, I can't sleep knowing I didn't clean you up after, it's my job baby" Remus mumbles against your neck, he really didn't want to get up. But he's persistent when it comes to aftercare.

"Just fill me up again, you've done it before" you say, grabbing his hand again as you pull his arm back over you. He stays quiet for a few seconds, thinking about that option.

"You sure?" He asks, worry in his voice.

"Super sure, your tired rem, let's just go to sleep, you can take care of me later" you comfort, kissing his hand as you feel him sink back into the bed.

"Okay, but the minute we wake up will have a bath." He says, adjusting into a comfortable position as he pulls your ass closer to his cock. Slowly slipping back into you. He sighs into your hair, holding you closer.

"You know I love you right?" He asks, he was tired and exhausted, almost half asleep.

"I know Remus, I love you too" he hears you whisper and he finally closes his eyes. Sinking into sleep with the comfort of his lover by his side.

[fangirl-everythang]

Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower,  I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?"  he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull.  "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic.  "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member.  I release them, clean, turning to face him.  "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm.  "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair.  "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word.  Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal."  He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination.  "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?"  He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before.  As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more.  He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center.  An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Happy 1k!!! Also whattt, ONLY ONE Johnny request!? There needs to be more come on people!

Could I request what would Johnny do if you’re having dinner with friends and he’s rubbing the reader’s knee, the reader brings it up their thigh and inner thigh and he sees shes just wearing a thong 👀 car sex ensues??

Pairing: boyfriend!johnny x f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, choking

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: thank you for this johnny request! and with that, this officially ends my 1k (1.3k, 1.4k :) follower milestone extravaganza! thank you to everyone who sent in requests!

“... and then the jacket I have to wear is really heavy, the front of it is decorated with all these ribbons and tassels…”

Doyoung was in the middle of recounting his first dress rehearsal for a musical he was in, and everyone at the table was listening intently. Everyone, except your boyfriend, Johnny.

“Johnny, what are you doing?” you whispered. His hand was on your knee, moving ever so slowly up your thigh. You looked over at him and he had a bored look on his face, pretending to be listening to Doyoung, but you saw the mischief dancing behind his eyes.

You briefly thought about warning him, but decided that he got himself into this, let’s see how he handles what he finds. You stayed positively still, waiting for the revelation, and when his hand pushed your skirt up he took a peek down.

He inhaled sharply, making everyone at the table turn to look at him.

“Oh no, really? Wow that’s crazy,” he said quickly, trying to cover up his outburst, “well that was a great story and this has been a fun night but Y/N and I gotta go see you all later.”

He got up so quickly from his chair it almost fell back onto the floor, pulling you up to join him and dragging you out the door, while everyone just watched with mild amusement.

“Johnny!” you laughed, trying to keep up with him as he walked towards his car, “what has gotten into you!”

“You! You have!” he pointed a finger at you accusingly, “why would you wear that on a dinner out with my friends!” He pretended to melt into the sidewalk and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s just easier because that way you don’t get visible panty lines-”

He groaned, practically pushing you into the car. “And why do you have to say ‘panty’ for crying out loud! It’s hard enough for me to walk around with this boner!”

You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh as you got comfortable in the passenger’s seat. You looked over at Johnny and he had a very tense look on his face, his mouth a thin line as he pulled out of the parking lot. You felt a little bad for doing this to him, but at the same time it was really stroking your ego with the effect you were having on him.

“It’s only a fifteen minute drive, I can make it,” he said to himself, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.

“Are you sure about that?” you teased, staring at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

“You’re right, I won’t be able to make it,” he suddenly swerved into an empty parking lot, driving to the darkest corner of it.

“Uh, Johnny, what are you doing?”

He had a determined look on his face as he put the car in park and turned to you. “Now, Y/N, care to show me the rest of what you’re wearing under that skirt? Or should I say, what you’re not wearing?”

You smirked, pulling up your skirt to your waist and turning to show him your bare ass, just the string of your thong nestled between your ass cheeks. He made a low whistle, while his eyes became hooded as he stared at you.

“God-fucking-damn, Y/N,” he groaned, “you were hiding that this whole time.”

“If I told you, we wouldn’t have made it to dinner, would we?” you said slyly, and he smirked, nodding in agreement.

“True, but we’re not at dinner anymore, so you’re gonna get it.”

His words made your pussy wet, but the way he was looking at you was what made you succumb. He reclined the passenger seat all the way back, then bent you over it, his hand warm on your ass as he caged you in with his much bigger body.

“I’m gonna fuck you till you scream, until this entire car is shaking, got that?” he grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked you back to him, his voice rough in your ear.

“Yes, baby, yes please,” you begged, your pussy getting wetter with how roughly he was handling you. You felt his hand grab your ass and squeeze, making you yelp.

“That’s it, baby, I wanna hear how I make you feel,” he grinned against your neck, almost biting you as he sucked harsh marks onto your skin. His hand moved to the string of your thong, toying it with his fingers. With what felt like his middle finger he followed the string down, until he was at your wet pussy.

“Baby, you’re positively dripping,” he growled, and you could feel his finger sliding along your slit, rubbing your juices around. You could feel the wetness on the insides of your thighs, panting as his finger continued to tease you.

“Mm, Johnny,” you moaned, hands gripping the back of the seat as heat flooded your core, “more, please.”

“You ready for my cock, baby? You want it?” his breath was hot against your ear and it made you shiver, just as his other hand wrapped around your throat. He held you like that while he unzipped, and then you felt him pull the string of your thong aside, the head of his cock teasing at your folds.

“Yes, Johnny, please fuck me,” you were almost breathless already, but at your words he lost all control, plunging inside you. A scream tore from your throat as he spread you apart with his cock, every inch he pushed inside increasing the pitch of your whines until your voice went hoarse.

“Fuck, so tight,” he said through gritted teeth, “so fucking tight, so good for me, such a sweet pussy.”

You clung hard to the seat as he railed you, the car shaking on its wheels just like he wanted. The windows had started to fog up with your combined heavy breathing, and you couldn’t even spare a thought to the cramped confines with how Johnny was abusing your hole so deliciously.

“You like it, baby,” he groaned, “you wore this thong just so I could fuck you like this, didn’t you?”

You could barely nod, your body being thrashed against the seat with the force of his thrusts. Whenever he did it from behind he always seemed to lose all control, maybe it was the sight of your ass bouncing as he thrust into you. Sometimes he would knead your ass cheeks, sometimes spank them, but this time he just caressed them, almost fondly. “So beautiful,” he murmured, “such a pretty ass, such a pretty pussy.”

You felt the knot forming in the pit of your stomach, your limbs starting to shake as it threatened to snap. Johnny felt it coming, squeezing his fingers around your throat and pulling you flush against him with his other hand.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby,” he growled, “I wanna hear you, I wanna hear how it makes you feel.”

“Oh fuck, oh Johnny, it feels so good, your cock feels so good, I’m gonna come!” you let out a last high-pitched moan when your orgasm finally hit, your pussy contracting around Johnny’s cock as he continued to ram into you. He didn’t let go of your neck, hand still wrapped around it as he kept going, squeezing you so hard you were surprised you didn’t pass out.

“Oh shit, baby, you’re gonna make me come,” he thrust hard into you a few more times, spilling his cum deep inside you, until he finally stilled, releasing his hold around your neck at the same time. You took huge gulps of air, as he started to stroke your ass cheeks again.

“See what happens when you keep stuff like that from me, then decide to reveal it to me when we’re out in public?” he said in a sweet voice laced with a darker tone.

“I’ll remember that for next time,” you replied cheekily.

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Thanks for 1.4k :)

[REQUESTS CLOSED]

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

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Hello Mojo, hope you're doing well and that you had a good break! I wanted to signal boost the MDZS May Diaspora event collection on AO3, and point out my favorite fic from there: 归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home by dragongirlG! It's both tender and bittersweet and it features such mature writing. The author got some hate for it when it initially got posted so I wanted to counter that and give it some love instead! [Who would do such a thing?!  @dragongirlg-fics I’m sorry that happened to you, and here, have *so many hugs!* I’ll try to do a thing just for the diaspora event, but meanwhile, I’ll just treat this as a follower rec.]

归心似箭 | Longing to Go Home

by dragongirlG (M, 8k, wangxian)

Summary:  The destruction of the Yin Tiger Seal does not kill Wei Wuxian; it ages him instead. He takes shelter in a cave expecting to die, but instead he lives, slowly learning to embrace life with each new day.

Thirteen years later, a young man with a Lan forehead ribbon stumbles into the cave. His name is Lan Sizhui.

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Hi Momjo!!! I recently read the most *adorable* fic, and I loved it so much that it dragged me out of seclusion (read: social anxiety cave) to rec it. It's called 'Covered in Bees' by ScarlettStorm in which the Cloud Recesses is an apiary, and Wei Wuxian has suddenly found himself host to a swarm of bees. ~ @akyra-talanoa

Covered in Bees

by ScarlettStorm (T, 8k, wangxian)

Summary: “Cloud Reccesses Apiary,” says a toneless, deep masculine voice, with zero question in it. Wei Ying doesn’t care, because whoever possesses that voice is probably going to come save him from bees like a fucking hero while wearing like, a suit of armor. That’s what you wear to catch bees, right?

“I have like, so many bees outside my front door right now,” he says, mouth running out ahead of him before he can even begin to think about reining it in. “It’s like a sandstorm of bees out there. There are so many bees. I got out of my car and there were just bees and I don’t want these bees. Do you want these bees? Please tell me you will come get these bees. I can’t leave my house and I have enough food for maybe a week but then I’m gonna have to learn how to cook dry beans and no one wants that, especially not me.” Wei Ying runs out of air, takes a breath, and belatedly adds, “My name is Wei Ying. Hi.”

Or: The beekeeping AU that no one asked for.

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Hi, you are a bless to this fandom. Your blog feels like a library, so thoroughly arranged and always within hand reach. [Thank you, wow!]  Recently, I was going through Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn is a Wēn tag and came across a fanfic, it has 3 chapters till now and is so intriguing that i thought to recommend it to you. I don't know if I can recommend or if you have already checked the story, The legendary Phoenix and his Dragon by Devipriya. I am in love with this story. I hope you will enjoy it too, do check it out

The legendary Phoenix and his Dragon

by Devipriya (T, 7k, wangxian)

Summary:  Wen Wuxian, the essence of who he is, he is a naughty child, a prankster, an enchanting dizi player, a graceful dancer, an irresistible lover, a truly valiant warrior, a ruthless vanquisher of his foes, a man who left a broken heart in every home, an astute statesman and kingmaker, a thorough gentleman, a righteous individual of the highest order, and the most colorful incarnation.

He has been seen, perceived, understood and experienced in many different ways by different people. Different people saw different facets of who he is. For some, he is God. For some, he is a crook. For some, he is a lover. For some, he is a fighter. He is so many things.

But the phoenix, seen from the eyes of time was just a playful man. A man who plays with his awareness, with his imagination, with his memory, with his life, with his death. An individual who does not just dance with somebody. He dances with life. He dances with his enemy, He dances with the one he loves, He dances even at the moment of his death.

To taste an essence of who is Wen Wuxian, be with me in the journey of exploration, NO! playful exploration of life of a playful man.

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Hi! Thanks for running this blog, it's helped me find so many fics. For your next follower recs post, I wanted to rec "This love like a flood, a fire, a fear" by natcat5. Its summary is vague (which I suspect is why it isn't better known) but it is a beautiful retelling of canon from LWJ's POV with slight canon divergence. I love the author's characterization of him and the prose is gorgeous. It is easily my favorite fic in the entire fandom, and I don't say that lightly. ~ @nyanja14

This love like a flood, a fire, a fear

by natcat5 (M, 57k, wangxian, lan wangji & lan xichen)

Summary:  “I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch everything go wrong.”   - Lemony Snicket

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i came to this ask to rec this baseball one called "Waiting for Spring" by thievinghippo on ao3. It somehow made me care about baseball soooo 'nough said ~ @scifikimmi

Waiting for Spring

by thievinghippo (E, 131, wangxian)

Summary:  “It is a well-known fact across the major leagues that one does not smack Lan Wangji’s ass.”

Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. Everyone smacks everyone’s ass in baseball. It’s how the game is played. Lan Wangji does not get to be exempt from this most sacred of baseball traditions.

Wei Wuxian will make sure of that.

Or, a Major League Baseball AU

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hi mojo! i wanted to rec Something Good by boxoftheskyking (a loose sound of music/canon divergence au) and also MDZS: The Golden Engine by iffervescent (immortal wangxian modern au where they gotta solve a mystery and save china, featuring jiang cheng/lan xichen)

Something Good

by boxoftheskyking (T, 43k, wangxian)

Summary:  "That Wei Wuxian, you know he used to be such a promising cultivator. Head Disciple of the Jiang Clan, can you believe it? You see, juniors, the punishment for traveling the path of demonic cultivation. No golden core, not so much as a whisper of spiritual power."

As a punishment for real and imagined crimes, Wei Wuxian is sentenced to work at Cloud Recesses as the lowest of servants. When a surprising reassignment lands him with eleven children to care for, everything changes again.

A Sound of Music AU

MDZS: The Golden Engine

by iffervescent (E, 82k, wangxian, xicheng)

Summary:  In the modern era, immortals Lan Zhan and Wei Wuxian return to Gusu. New evil and old friends + new friends and old evils.

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Hi Mojo! First of all let me just tell you that you are amazing and this blog is like a gift from the gods! Bless you and your endless patience and hard work. [Oh, thank you so much!]  I know that you have just accepted follower recs and I have missed miserably but I still wanted to write and bring attention to a writer by the pseudo Xiao_Hua on ao3, I think they are quite good and I just recently found the account with so much content. If you do have the time to check them out, I'd rec catfish, my fox or the red ribbon.

The Red Ribbon

by Xiao_Hua (M, 21k, wangxian, TGCF crossover)

Summary:  Wei WuXian died but not before saving HanGuang-Jun and A-Yuan, leaving so much more behind than just his ribbon.

My Fox

by Xiao_Hua (E, 13k, wangxian)

Summary:  Once he headed to YiLing that all changed for him. His priorities have been mingled with and ordered in complete disarray even without him noticing as he was left heavily influenced by a creature.

Or one where Lan WangJi is a dragon-spirit and he finds his mate in the form of a fox.

Catfish

by Xiao_Hua (E, 15k, wangxian)

Summary:  Wei WuXian has a common sense that believes it has a nine-to-five job while Lan WangJi finds that incredibly hot.

Or one where two catfish realise that neither of them truly catfished.

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Hi Mojo i'm recommending this amazing fic it is called song of joys and regrets. it's a time travel AU it's amazing. And your Blog is a Godsend Thank you! [Aw, you’re so sweet!]  ~ @highgoddess

Song of Joy and Regrets

by HelloKitten (not rated, 59k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  The Archery competition at Qishan this year has hit a snag. As the Sects face the wrongs perpetrated by their future selves, Wei Wuxian finds himself adopted by half of the cultivation world who are determined to save him from himself.

Baby Wangxian suffers. Adult Wangxian's job here is done.

"I'm starting to see a pattern to all his plans..." "Do they all involve him being bait?" "Yes" came deadpanned responses.

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Here’s a 2021 Reverse Big Bang entry, in time for Father’s Day; [Oops, my bad, sorry!]  Under a Blanket of Black Wings, by ChaoticAndrogynous (#31398395); LWJ, recuperating from the 33 lashes, tells A-Yuan a series of fairytales about a heroic monster and the brave little boy he befriended. Vampire! WWX (in the framing story as well as the story-within-the-story); happy ending.

Under a Blanket of Black Wings

by ChaoticAndrogynous (T, 19k, wangxian)

Summary:  Lan Wangji tells A-Yuan a bedtime story about a beautiful monster and the brave little boy who was his friend. Thirteen years later, the monster returns.

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Hello Mojo! Have you read ‘Key Differences’ by Pupeez4eva? Its a MDZS!WWX meets CQL!WWX and its really good! [It’s on my list!]

Key Differences

by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, wangxian)

Summary:  “I don’t understand,” Wei Wuxian said, while his alternate self continued to stare at him with almost a look of hurt in his eyes. There was longing in there too, which Wei Wuxian would have easily recognised if he paid enough attention. “How could you not get together, after everything. What even went on in the Guanyin Temple if you didn’t confess?”

“The Guanyin Temple,” Wei Ying repeated incredulously. “You’re asking me if I confessed at — honestly, a lot went on that day. It was a life and death situation. There was no confessing.”

Wei Wuxian stared at him, appalled.

(Wherein Wei Wuxian ends up meeting an alternate version of himself who, much to his horror, never married Lan Wangji. Obviously he has to do something to fix this).

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Hey Mojo i would recommend this fanfic if you already haven’t, it’s called “ take me back to a time “ by DizziDreams. It’s sooooo good

take me back to a time

by DizziDreams (T, 144k, wangxian, 3zun)

Summary:  Wei Ying has a lot on his plate right now.

It’s finals week -- which isn’t so bad. He’s never had to study much to do well in classes. But that just means that things are that much more tense with Jiang Cheng, who, as far as Wei Ying can tell, only takes study breaks long enough to glare at Wei Ying where he sits on the couch playing video games.

It’s not studies that have Wei Ying stressed out. It’s everything else. It’s the recruitment for the research trial he’s coordinating. It’s jiejie and her impending marriage to His Royal Douchebag Jin Zixuan. It’s the volunteer work at the palliative care facility. It’s Wen Ning’s worsening condition. It’s Wen Qing working herself thin to care for her brother and Wen Yuan. It’s the way Wen Yuan never seems to have enough food.

So, yeah. There’s enough on Wei Ying’s plate already, meaning it’s not entirely welcome when he comes home and finds a man standing in his bedroom. A man in extravagant white robes, a ribbon tied around his forehead, long hair gathered into a topknot, fist clutching a sword at his side, who asks him, “Where am I?”

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Idk if this has already been rec’d (I’ve been off the grid for a while now), but there’s this absolutely incredible fic called Restitution by an anon on ao3 people should definitely check out!

this one?

on restitution

by Anonymous (M, 78k, wangxian, jin ling & wei wuxian, lan sizhui & wei wuxian, WIP)

Summary:  When Wei Wuxian regains consciousness, he is in a bed. A real, proper bed, not the slab he called a bed in his cave in the Burial Mounds.

Jiang Cheng is glowering above him.

Wei Wuxian doesn't die during the siege of the Burial Mounds. Rather, he is captured in secret and confined at Lotus Pier. Things change accordingly.

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Hi momjo! I feel like every time I come to your blog there's twenty more new and amazing fics for me to read. Thank you for everything you do for this fandom!  [Thank you, sweetie!  And yes, I think there ARE 20 new fics every day out there in the fandom.  It’s amazing!] Today I come bearing my own rec to you. I've recently read this and it's IMO one of the best fics out there. It's called Lapsteel by carriecmoney and it's a modern stormchaser AU featuring country songs and coming home. ~ @manaika-chan​

Lapsteel

by carriecmoney (T, 42k, wangxian)

Summary:  Now and then, I think about you now and then...

It's been thirteen years since Wei Ying ran for the prairies, leaving behind a family in shambles and a secret on the Pacific wind. What happens when the storm he swirled catches up to him?

Modern AU with country music star Lan Zhan, stormchaser Wei Ying, and shared crossroads.

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[siriusmydeer]

ron weasley smut alphabet

ron weasley x fem!reader

warnings: um this is all smut

a/n: i started at 4:45pm let’s see how long it takes. *update: it is now 10:20pm, my god*

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

he takes a bath with you, with small kisses. then after when you’re done he gets snacks for the both of you. you lay your head on his chest as he praises you.

“up, up darling.” he coerces you from your laying position on his four poster bed. “m’gonna make you feel all nice and clean, yeah?”

the you most you could give him was a small nod, all fucked out from previous rounds, hours prior. your body covered in splotches of red and purple. your hair all messy and your whole body flushed with a sheer layer of sweat.

he dips both of your bodies into the bath, cleaning up your body. “you’re so good f’me, dove.”

he continued to praise you as he dryed you off with a towel and dressed you in a pair of his navy boxer shorts and his freshly clean cotton-quidditch jersey.

he layed you on the clean sheets that had changed themselves due to his manipulation of magic. he rummaged around his trunk trying to find your favourite snacks and one of your favourite muggle films to put on.

“last i went to hogsmeade ‘ve got your favourites.” he mumbled grabbing the snacks sprawling them out at the foot of the bed crawling over to your worn figure and immediately curling your body into his side.

his hand found the root of your hair massaging his way down your hair playing with your tresses. “i love you, my darling.”

“so so good, all f’me.” he praised.

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

UR MF BOOTY. ron is an ass man if u try and tell me differently bitch i’ll take u outside and tell u a lil SUM. yes ron appreciates your whole body, i mean molly raised him with a LIL respect but the thought of him just laying his head on your bum while your watching a movie and he’s just caressing it just makes his heart go 💞

“ronald, you know the point of watching a movie together is too actually view the movie together. not just smoosh your face into your girlfriends arse.” you said with faux-anger lacing your tone.

you were laying on your stomach in the room of requirement, the room giving you the ability to invision anything you like; a king sized bed with a plush white comforter and a massive tv fit to showcase any movie of your desire.

ron had some other priorities consisting of stripping off your sleep shorts and laying his cheek on your bum tracing the small stretch marks that glittered your sides. he thought you were utterly perfect and just appreciating and kissing your body was one immaculate way of showing it.

“m’simply just appreciating my beautiful girlfriend.” he teased, squeezing your bum. his eyebrows then furrowing. “and stop calling me ronald! merlin woman, you know how to drive a guy mad!”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

whewwww the thiught of him cumming inside of your fertile velvet walls, the THOUGHT OF IT makes him hard. that man loves his creampies🙄

“m’gonna cum y/n.” he groaned, his calloused hands squeezing at your hips. your trembling fingers gripped at the sheets below you, arching your back more for him.

“s-sir, cum inside me, please.” you pleaded to the red head, moaning as he prodded at your cervix.

at your word, he let go; the ropes of his seed exploding inside of you, his vision starry and his body quivering. you whimpered at the feeling of him pull out of you; clenching around nothing and feeling desperate for his warmth again.

you felt his two dominant fingers push back inside of your clenching cunt, he spoke to you as he arched your back till your stomach hit the plush of the mattress.

“gotta keep you full of m’babies, understand?”

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

oh my god breeding kink, THE THOUGHT OF YOU FERTILE AND POSSIBLY GETTING PREGNANT IS LITERALLY HIS BIGGEST KINK LIKE ITS SO HOT TO HiM.

your back was arched against the plaid comforter covering the mattress below you, you moaned into the air coarse of tension and arousal as you let your release wash over your body.

the feeling of calmness and euphoria settled into your nerves as your orgasam came to an end, your boyfriend close behind.

soon enough you felt your rons cum shoot inside of your empty-feeling cunt, just waiting for him to breed you. he waited a moment before shoving his fingers inside of your stuffed pussy.

you whined at the feeling of overstimulation as his fingers got comfortable inside your clenching pussy. “aw baby y’gonna cry? better take my fingers like a good girl or m’gonna spank you.” he obeyed you as your trembling arm made its way to his arm, feeling pins and needles mixed with slight pleasure on your clit.

“you’re my cumdump, yeah? gotta make sure all m’babies stay in there. none go to waste.”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like you taught him everything. i mean who else has he dated either it was lavender or nobody. so i feel like the both of you learned together and yk he got good FAST 💯

you were seated atop of his slack-clad thighs, slightly squirminn and circling your lace covered cunt over his clothed cock. you moved your lips towards his jugular, his adam’s apple bobbing at the feeling of your smooth lips dancing over the column of his neck.

“y/n.” he stated in hesitation, encasing his pale hands between your cheeks and bringing your face towards his.

“m’not sure.” he mumbled, deaf to your ears.

“what?” your tone lingered in the air confused at what he murmured, you lovingly carded your fingers into his bright red hair pulling at the strands.

you wanted him to feel comfortable in whatever he had to confess, so you waited patiently until he cleared his throat; a light crimson coating his cheeks as he diverted his eyes while he spoke to you.

“m’not sure- ‘ve never- never... y’know?” he said embarassed, his hands dropping from your face and into his lap. he looked in the direction of his lap as-well until your forefinger snuck under his freckled chin diverting his gaze into yours.

“no need to be embarrassed, love. we can- we can learn together?” you proposed to him, both of you quite inexperienced when it came to sexual instances.

“you’re sure?” he wanted to double check with you, before continuing both of your acts.

“positive.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

definitely riding or doggy. riding because he just adores watching you bounce on his cock AND he can grab your tits AND he can see your face AND he can watch your squirm; it’s like an all in one. and doggy bc he can push your face into the mattress and just watch your back arch perfectly. when he’s feeling particularly rough, he can just grip the root of your hair and pull to his hearts desire while smacking your ass. i’m mumbling now.

you were stat atop of the red heads cock as you feveroushly bounced close to your release, his hands darting towards your tits in a firm grip feeling your nipples harden in his palms.

his one hand drifting to your waist to encourage grinding movements while the other gripped the column of your throat feeling your smooth adam’s apple bob beneath his palm.

“you look angelic on top of me, angel.” he praised, following a groan as his cock twitched inside of you.

“daddy- please, can i cum? please let me cum.” you pleaded, almost out of breath from all of the movements you had been continuously making seated on top of him.

“go on darling— cum.” he started, taking a moment to groan as his own orgasam quickly approached him too. your body almost going limp, relying on his two hands gripping the sides of your waist to continue the grinding movements as his own seed shot inside your velvet walls. your moan high pitched as his low-groan in sync.

your body slipped off of his cock, and resting on top of his freckled pectorals attempting to catch your breath.

“my sweet girl, always so good f’me.”

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i feel like he has his moments where he accidentally tickles you, or he might crack a joke or maybe an accidental head butt. other than that i feel like he’d be completely serious almost like he’s a diff person in bed.

he was moving at an unfathomable pace, his chuck buried into your cunt. the side of his face sunken into the column of your neck feeling his groans vibrate against your soft skin.

“fuck.” he groaned into you, as your arched your back into his clenched torso feeling his muscles rub against your bare skin. you released a moan in pleasure as his cock prodded at the beginning of your cervix.

his pace started to falter as he slurred into the shell of your ear, “want you to make a mess all over me, —my cumslut.”

he groaned again, as you released yourself all over his cock and throughly coating it.

you were drenched, this got him to his orgasam faster. “my messy little slut.”

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

question of the day: does the carpet match the drapes. i think yes. i think he’s shaven but not cleanly shaven like he doesn’t fully shave there’s still SOME hair there.

manz could not give less of a fuck if you just shave or if u havent shaven for a literal month he would fuck/go down on you at ANY time.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

at first i think he struggled because he didn’t really know how to make it special but his way of showing intimacy during the do is prasing you with small kisses and just very slow and passionate. 

“beautiful, angel.” he murmured into the skin of your arched torso, moving his lips up as he continued with his praise and wet kisses.

“you’re so ethereal, my y/n. so beautifully layed out for me like this.” this time, he whispered into the skin of your breast bone suckling then leaving a small mark, before pressing a small kiss to it and moving up to to your throat.

“all to myself, my darling girl.” pressing small kisses under the shell of your ear.

“glowing like an angel.” this time the mumble of praise was against the skin of your inner thigh, sending a vibration into your skin.

“all mine. forever ‘n ever.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

either he does it to much or literally not at all. because he would much prefer your hands or mouth to his, he just feels like you know his body so much better.

“fuck— y/n.” he stuttered out with a groan. the sight of you on your knees for him, your hand wrapped around the girth of his cock and the other keeping yourself steady by holding his clenched thigh made his thoughts run wild.

“you’re so s-sexy— on your knees for me. just like that, fuck.” he moaned, head falling back jaw going slack in pleasure.

“knowing my weak spots so well.” he continued, precum leaking from his tip and his cock begging for a release.

you sped your pace, his prick spurting out his cum all over the hard would floor of his dormitory.

“ahh- fuck.” he groaned finishing his high.

“knowing my weak spots so utterly well, my darling. you deserve a reward, yeah?”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

two words: size. kink.

that man has a literal FETISH at the fact he could throw you around at his will.

“would you look at that, dear?” his voice hoarse, and his eyes diverting to the bottom of your belly.

an imprint of his cock moving in and out of your pussy. his pupils blew with lust barely seeing his blue iris, grabbing both of your cheeks in his large hand moving your gaze to where he was erratically moving in and out of you.

he snatched your palm pressing it to yourself so you could feel him moving in and out of your cervix.

your back arched into him, a moan vibrations into his chest feeling so much full and so much smaller than his large body due to training from quidditch.

“it’s like ‘ve claimed you. all to myself.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

ronald billius weasley is a voyer at heart. so his favourite location would be the gryffindor common room couch right by the fire.

“shh— y’know i love your noises but if someone gets down here we’re going to be caught. understand?” his hand craining over your mouth and looking into your swirling irises making sure you understood.

both of his rings looped over your fingers as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. you bit your lip a slight vermillion covering the bottom of your lip and a metallic taste on the tip of your tongue as you tried to hold back your moans.

your eyes proceeding to roll back to your head and your own head falling back in his grasp as he brought you closer to your orgasam and still attempting to be quiet in the depths of the night, on the ruby couch.

the fire being the only light source, his hands easily finding their way to your cunt and hitting your g-spot with his fingers.

“ron— fuck!” your voice muffled by his hand still covering your mouth.

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

when u touch him a specific way. ron isn’t an idiot and he can decipher when you’re innocently touching him and when your touching him that’s gonna lead to something else.

in the middle of the great hall, dinner time. ron normally would’ve been stuffing his face in delight; instead your hand was steadily gripping his upper thigh as he attempted to eat to distract his mind from the hard on growing from your touch.

“y/n.” he lowly growled in your direction. “yes?”you turned in his direction, seeing his crimson face. you bat your eyelashes at him feigning innocence.

he moved his face closer to yours, touching the shell of your ear with his slightly chapped lips.

“you better prepare that pretty pussy of yours to not walk for a month after i’m done with you, brat.”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

during sex i feel like he wouldn’t want anyone else to see you, like you’re for his eyes only. like your his prized possession that he has all to himself and he definitely doesn’t wanna share, so i feel like he wouldn’t be into threesomes or anything.

“c’mon ickle ronniekins, you know they always say ‘sharing is caring.’ and i’m personally offended.” fred teased his little brother on his sex life with girlfriend after finding out ron had lost his virginity and wasn’t their “ickle ronniekins anymore”.

“oi, sharing is caring i mean if fred can then so can i.” george added, both the twins were simply just trying to rile ron up and get on his nerves.

they had no interest in having sex with his girlfriend but today they were feeling particularly annoying and wanted to see how far they could push him till he had a tantrum.

“but she did pick me and not you two sod’s, right?” ron quipped.

“so i don’t believe she’s particularly interested in any other person besides me, and i don’t share.”

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

ron would literally eat pussy everyday if he wanted to, and HE DOES. literally hours he could spend under your skirt it’s like HEAVEN TO HIM.

“sir! so sore, m’so sore.” you whimpered as he continued to swipe his tongue through your glistenening folds and around your cunt.

this has been your third time of the night cumming on his tongue, and he wouldn’t stop until you atleast did four.

your ankles were locked behind his head, both of his hands squeezing at the sides of your thighs; his rings and kneading of the flesh guaranteed to leave marks.

“m’gonna cum— please can i—“ you stuttered out trying to have atleast one coherent thought.

“go on angel, wanna feel you on my tongue.”

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

ron is fast but ron is passionate, i feel like if it was rough and fast it would just feel too rushed and he doesn’t want that so he has a fast pace but it’s also really passionate in the way he’s lovin u up.

“bunny— make me feel so good.” he crooned into your ear, feeling his breath on your neck.

he was thrusting in and out of you, well on your way to your third orgasam of the night. after switching positions and paces this one finally felt perfect.

one hand wrapped around your lower back and his other forearm knealt by the side of your face. your legs were locked around his lower back and your hands interlocked around his neck, previously scratching down his back feeling the muscles clench as your nails ran down; he was guaranteed to be teased when changing into his quidditch uniform tommorow.

his pace was fast moving quickly, but prasing your every move and showering your body in kisses.

he never deferred from making you feel any less than loved, even when being degraded or punished you knew he would shower you in praise and food. loving you in your most vulnerable state.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i don’t think he really likes them? he doesn’t really hav enough time to do what he wants with you. like i don’t think he would want a quick fuck in a class room bc he was horny, he would just take you to his dorm for the rest of the day.

“so, so aroused you couldn’t even wait till after dinner.” you pouted at his standing figure, while you were seated on the bed spreading your legs for his use.

“and i’m the desperate slut, daddy? don’t you think that’s a bit hypocritical.” you whined at him, batting your eyelashes.

“bunny, you better watch your tone.” his slacks falling to the ground, “i’ll take you over my knee right now.”

“you gonna spank me?” whimpering, trying to push him limits.

“if you keep acting like a little brat, i will.” he said while approaching your spread body.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

as long as your comfortable with it, i feel like he would be okay with it. i mean it is your pleasure that matters most to him at the end of the day.

“and you’re sure?” he confirmed, holding the silk blindfold in between his trembling fingers. He was nervous about trying something where you couldn’t see what he was doing.

you nodded to him, looking into his blue irises full of certainty. “hundred percent. if something happens i’ll call safeword.” you assured him grabbing his hand bringing it towards your face.

“and that is?”

“red.”

“good, good.” he murmured the last word tying it around your eyes, ridding you of sight. you settled on your back against the plaid comforter hugging the mattress.

“ready?”

“ready.” you stated, feeling the cool sensation of ice glide against your stomach.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

ATLEAST FOUR. he plays quidditch. he’s sexy. he’s ron. HE can last ATLEAST four rounds.

“daddy— no more, s-so sore.” you begged as he hovered over you, his finger tips dancing on your clit. you hissed, at the feeling of pins and needles over your over sensitive cunt.

“but weren’t you begging earlier? you wanted to be a little brat and just wanted to be full? what happen to that messy girl?” he taunted, looking down at your sqriming body.

you whined as he continued to draw figure eights on your clit, already stimulating you to the point of another orgasam.

“mhm, daddy, fuck!” you whimpered, moans bubbling from your throat as you felt a burning sensation starting to tremble in your stomach

“daddy!”

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

i feel like when he is punishing you he would use a vibrator on you but tie you up and edge and overstimulate you till you learned your lesson. other than that i don’t think so because he likes teasing you himself rather than using something else.

the vibrations of a small device pressing directly on your small, overstimulated puffy, bundle of nerves and pushed out two orgasams of you already.

“daddy! no more— please! m’sorry, m’so so sorry!” you whined as your legs subconsciously shook and quivered in the grasp of the ropes around your body.

he turned up the speed, increasing your whimpers. “but, you my brat, were a bad girl. who gave you permission to flirt with harry like that?” he said completely turning off the device and waiting a few seconds before turning it up to maximum speed.

you jumped up at the reoccurring vibrations. “nobody, nobody! i jus’ wanted your attention, daddy! only you.” you slurred, your face burying into the mattress and your legs fought against your restraints.

“well all you had to do was ask, dove. now this is what happens when you’re bad.” he smirked at your figure turned away from him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

every opportunity he has, he teases. he likes to give and take away your pleasure any time he wants just because he can. and he loves seeing you squirm for him.

he had edged you five times, you were a brat, like always but you thought he atleast would’ve given into your whining and begs by now.

“sir! please, ‘ve been a good girl. i swear it!” you said frantically as your legs squirmed due to his manipulation.

“but good girls aren’t brats, are they?” he questioned to you, you looked at him on your forearms and your quivering legs in his grasp.

“but m’sorry, please sir!”

he thought for a moment, should he give in? but seeing you so vulnerable made him want to edge you longer just to see you beg for his touch.

“hmm, baby. no” he slurred through a hoarse tone, continuing to deny your orgasams.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

it’s mainly grunts and moans, with a bit of praise mixed with degrations.

“ahh fuck— angel.” he grunted, steadying a pace into your pussy. “my good little girl, letting me use her cunt.”

“aren’t you my pretty little cumdump?” his hand grasping the column of your throat making you look at him.

you nodded at him gasping as we squeezing and continued thrusting into him.

“daddy!” you gasped as he bumped your cervix with his cock that was begging for release.

he moaned at the name, continuing his praise mixed with degrations. “my messy little cumslut— isn’t what you are?” his tone firm as he grasped your cheek in his one hand making your lips in a pout.

“yes, daddy.”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

he would take polaroids of you during sex.

“my pretty little pussy.” he murmured snapping a polaroid of his cum leaking out of you.

“such a messy girl.” he said while fanning out the picture and looking at your limp, worn-out and flush body.

“ron, make sure you put it with the other ones- fuck!” you breathed out to him until you felt his fingers dig into the the walls of your pussy.

“gotta make sure it all stays in there, dove.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

i’d give him like 7-8 hard? BUT HES THICK

your lips were hollowed around his girth, sucking and licking his tip in your mouth.

he moaned at the feeling of your glossy lips around his prick sucking to the base cock.

“fuck— angel. m’gonna—“ he slurred out in euphoria trying to manage a coherent sentence when all he could think about how beautiful you looked with your lips hollowed around his cock and tears mixed with mascara running down the apples of your cheeks.

you fastened your pace around his cock, his tip bumping against your reflex causing a small gag to erupt from your throat. you payed no mind to it continuing to breath from your nose until he shot his seed pouring down your throat.

“fuck me, y/n.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

i feel like it all depends on you? like he’s a horny teenage boy but nothing really gets him going like you do tbh. like if you ever did something sexy or something that could be innocent but has his mind running wild then yes but other than that it’s all on your sex drive.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like after the both of you are finished eating he kisses the top of your head and the both of you fall asleep together in eachothers arms.

“my beautiful angel. always doing so well f’me.” he murmured against your hair, gripping the remote with one hand switching off the movie as your eyelids began to slowly droop down. your eyelashes dusting against the apples of your cheeks; you were so fucked out, so vulnerable, so beautiful.

he pushed the rest of the snacks onto the floor, trying to be quiet and not disturb your peace. knowing that he, or rather you would pick up off the floor.

he settled himself on the pillows stroking your hair, his own eyes dropping down as his one hand rubbed your back and the other massaging the root of your hair.

“i love you, my sweets.” he whispered before falling asleep.

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[black-bhabie-2000]

Hii! I would like to request accidental stimulation in public by fem reader (may be she doesn't pay much attention that time about this? Or u choose ) & and then may be the Guys get flustered about this and they try to get close & get some stimulation with their S/O till they get home and then we can go all NSFW 😛 with KENNY, CHIFUYU, BAJI, MITSUYA please ♡♡ thank you for your time. Have a greattt day☆ xo

I hope I had the right idea with this.. thank you for being my first ask and sorry if it isn't right I did the ones I know and I hope you request again..

Mitsuya

You and Mitsuya have been dating for a while and you've gotten to see every side of him. Including what he's like outside of his Toman persona but you guys were about to hit an even bigger milestone. He invited you to his house. You were brimming with excitement. You stopped at his club after school to walk with him. He spotted you " Just a sec babe, alright make sure to not hurt yourselves and anything you mews up let me know so I can help you tomorrow. " with that He grabbed his stuff and grabbed your hand pulling you alongside him. The walk to his house wasn't long. You guys walked in and changed to his slippers and he led you to his room. "Feel free to look around." He said with a smirk. You laughed " How did you know !" He smiled and closed the door. You waited to see if he was going to com back in and he didn't. So you started snooping. The first thing was dirty magazines but sadly he hide them to well but you came across something better. In his closet was a bag with your name on it. What else could you do but open it and inside was the prettiest dress you've ever seen. You immediately stripped not paying attention to the door that was slowly opening and started putting on the dress. Once on you realized it really emphasized you curves and was a little too tight in certain areas. The whole time your tugging and trying to make it fit right. Your boyfriend is on the floor watching the show your putting on. " Wow you look hot babe" you turned around flushed and embarrassed. You forgot he would eventually come in. " You look very sexy in the clothes I made for you but it looks like it needs some adjustments " he smirked and stood up slowly walking to you. Your body moving backwards till your against the wall . Mitsuya leans in his hair tickling the side of your face. He grabs your side his right hand slowly sliding down your back and he whispers in your ear. " We're going to have to rip this off and start from scratch ." Let's just say you reached more than one milestone that day and Mitsuya makes you wear the clothes he designs on dates.

Baji

You and Baji have been in the same class for 2 years and yes yall both dumber than a bag of rocks. Only thing is you were more popular because of how cute your actions were. While baji was just weird. You asked Baji out and much to your surprise he said yes. You didn't know about Toman or that he looked like out of school until he asked you on a date to an amusement park. He told you his gang was going to be there and you excited about going on your first date pulled all the stops. Im talking about cute thigh highs, brand new skirt with a baby doll top that showed off your rack quite nicely 😏. Your makeup was beat in and you snuck into your older sisters makeup for the spray that would make sure your face wouldn't melt. Your accessories showed off you curvy and cute form. You hadn't seen Baji after-school and neither had he seen you. So you arrive at your meeting spot and couldn't see him. So you waited. You hadn't noticed the group of boys next to the fountain you walked past or kept circling. Draken called attention to you first with a nod in your direction "she's cute '

Takemitchy gasped "don't say that what about Emily " Draken laughed "like Mikey would let me date his sister " Mikey silently smiled to himself ready to go into the amusement park cause he was hungry. "Baji how long is your girlfriend gonna take, we've been out here for 20 minutes " Mikey whined. I don't know man she said she was here maybe I should call her ?" Baji responded. "You should've called her in the first place" chifuyu replied. Baji typed in your number and flipped chifuyu off with lead int the guys chuckling. You had hit the roundabout and stopped in your tracks a few feet in front of the boys. You picked up your phone in a hurry and answered it . You were kinda irritated " if you weren't going to be here , you shouldn't have wasted my time dumbass and hung up on him. Baji ofc looking at you and also stunned that you cussed at didn't say a word. Better yet all the boys were looking at you because one there was no way Baji pulled a baddy like you and two did you just cuss him out. You were Bout to storm off . When Baji caught your arm and spun you around, pulling you into him. You were shocked cause one wo to was this hot ass stranger and why was he so close. You went to yell at him and " hey babe if I knew you were going to get all filled up. I wouldn't have invited the gang and 'he leans I a little too close ' we could've went to my place for a study Date. He said gazing deep in your eyes and you knew exactly what he meant and it was for sure not studying. You pulled back half in shock cause you recognized his voice anywhere and damn you got lucky. You slapped Bajis chest ' hmph show me your friends dummy and walked away. Baji chuckling behind you , slyly gripping your hand. " Hey Draken the hot babes mine "

DRAKEN (kenny)

It was a comfy afternoon , the sky was gray and it was raining true peace. Well as peaceful as it gets in the red light district. You followed Draken all the way to his house and then hid when he got out. You walked around till you met the front desk clerksman and he recognized you. Though you didn't know how . He offered you some tea and led you to Drakens room. " I don't know when he'll be back and I'm not calling him so stay comfortable " he shut the door and left . You were in Drakens room your excitement trumping your guilt because you followed your boyfriend outta jealously. " It's so neat in here" you announce to yourself in a slight mischievous tone. Looking around cautiously you start to what any girl in her boyfriend would do . Look for evidence, not bad evidence but evidence. You had been strategically Looking and putting everything back in its place just in case he might get upset with you for Looking through his stuff. You did find a porn Magazine that showed you why he was dating you. You fit the body type of the page with white residue on it to a T . I mean her ass was a bit bigger but hey what's a girl to do. You had now moved on to store i.e. his closet . You opened and marveled at how many of those damn black and white jackets he has like damn Boi buy another color shit. You now completely forgotten you are trespassing cause your boyfriend doesn't know you are there. You start to strip and try on his clothes. Draken was making his way home it was still light outside and plus he needed to Chang into his toman uniform because Mikey wanted to meet up tonight. He was in the building heading up the elevators. Wondering why he hasn't heard from you all day. TF were you doing 😒, were you mad at him. He doesn't really know or care . He's just pissed you hadn't texted him all day. "I'm going to punish that brat next time I see her 😏" the elevator door opened and he stepped off with a pep in his step to change a little faster and head to your house and mess with you before the meeting. He walked up to the desk .

You had lost track of all time and now was getting ballsy. You half naked was about to put on his toman uniform. All your sanity is apparently out the Window cause you are giggle Loud as fuck. Your couldn't fit the pants but his jacket and boots fit nice and the way your ass looked hanging out the bottom of the jacket oof girl, you left it open revealing your bust just enough and you had your hair in a pony tail trying to mimick your boyfriends hair. ' I'm Draken and Mikey is my leader and son and if you wanna hurt him you gotta fight mee grrr"... you had your fist up and a very sad attempt of a bad ass face. You currently fake fighting and giggling like an idiot had no idea Draken had been watching you since you put your hair in the pony tail. (Stealthy bitch) you turn around doing a bad ass kick and scream and dive to his bed and cover yourself up. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. YOU DIDN'T CALL OR TELL ME YOU WERE COMING " Draken laughed " Sweetcheeks this is my room' he approached the bed and ripped the covers off of you. You squirmed away from him till your head hit the wall. Giving Draken enough Time to place himself over you." Well hey there babe , you look pretty sexy in my uniform " his hand trailing up the side of your thigh. " I have 1 and 45 before the Toman meeting that's enough time to show you my bad ass skills huh sweetcheeks" you gasped .......... Draken was very late to the meeting that day and your brother was pissed when you went home the next day but shit that was the best sleep you ever had 😏😏😏😉🤷🏿‍♀️