#he´s definitely rocking a tight black shirt!

[pentragonart]

clothing swap

[sweet-as-an-angel]

Hiiii, I loveeeee ur work ❤️

I was thinking about a head cannon of how some of the mw2 characters (ghost, soap, König, etc) would react to their partner sending them a nude photo?👀👀👀

Sorry if you did this already but I’m pretty sure you haven’t tho cuz I definitely would have read it already 😭

MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Special™ Photo from Their S/O

Warnings: 18+ (just to be safe), Non-Specific/Explicit Implications of Smut, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You', Singular Mention of Graves Throwing Himself off a Cliff, Dominant! MW2, Submissive! MW2, Dominant! Reader, Submissive! Reader, Profanity, etc.

Ghost

He will literally stare bug-eyed at the picture you’ve sent him like 👁️O👁️

Since it’s a physical photograph, he keeps it on him like a chapstick, which is to say all the time.

He isn’t risking ANYONE besides himself seeing it.

And when he’s about to embark on a mission, he keeps it tucked into his vest right where his heart is so that it’s practically part of him.

He likes to think that, somehow, you can hear – feel – his heart beating, know that he’s still alive and fighting so that he can come home and see you.

And when he returns from a mission and goes to his quarters, he has some…alone time.

You know, to really study the picture.

Not that he doesn’t know every curve and edge of your body already.

But that doesn't stop him growling your name into the pillow as he rocks against it, a hole cut into the bottom of it – a poor imitation of you.

A makeshift lover.

If anyone ends up seeing that picture – if they stole it from him, if by some act of God (because that’s what it’ll take) it slipped out of his vest or pocket – they are in for a World of Pain™.

There won’t be a time they won’t flinch upon hearing Ghost’s name, or when they see his shadow like an omen on the wall as he commandeers the halls. Prowling.

He’d feel pretty guilty about someone else seeing you how he does, even if it was only for a fraction of a second.

So he’s definitely going to make it up to you when he gets back <3

König

His heart can’t take this kind of torment.

He’ll be looking down at his phone, the image of you burning into his skin like a holy artefact.

He definitely gets more jumpy around people when he has his phone on him.

Will literally clam up and shove it into the deepest recesses of his pocket if someone comes too close.

Even when your picture is safely stored behind a password-protected photo album.

He has to excuse himself from training or other commitments whenever his mind wanders back to you, and subsequently that image (which is basically all the time).

Sometimes he calls you while he’s sorting himself out.

He just needs to hear your voice – to feel closer to you.

It’s the only way he can finish.

“Engel,” he rasps, his breath stuttering, “I need you,”

And everyone just looks at him like he’s grown a third eye when he returns because, unbeknownst to him, König can’t keep quiet, and everyone who has never heard even a peep from him is suddenly aware of the carnality that lies beneath his skin, wired into his soul.

And at the centre is his love for you, boundless and overflowing so that the rest of his teammates know it, too.

Not that they mind all too much.

They all sit and think that you must be one beautiful person to evoke such a response from König.

Soap

Will tease you back.

Sends a mirror pic of him in a tight black shirt, saying something like ‘You’ll see the rest when I get home.’

Is absolutely ravenous when it comes to you.

No cap, goes absolutely ham in the shower when the image of you in nothing flashes in his mind.

His low moans are enough of a warning for the rest of the 141 to stay away for the next half an hour or so.

Aside from that, he’ll just look at the picture because he finds you beautiful.

Stares at it while he’s in bed. Laments on how much he misses you ☹️.

He’s counting down the days until he can see you again, and with each that passes, he can feel your silhouette becoming tangible in his hands, as if you were stepping out of the photo.

Sometimes, he dreams that you’re there with him, nestled between his arms.

Other times the dreams are a little more…graphic.

But Johnny can’t help it.

He just can’t contain himself when it comes to you.

Valeria

If you thought her violent tendencies could never extend to you, prepare to be amazed.

The second this woman sees what you’re trying to do – or, rather, what she thinks you’re trying to do – she is not happy.

You could have sent that image with the purest (within reason) of intentions; just letting Valeria know that you miss her, wishing her a good day – whatever.

What she sees is you trying to manipulate her by using your body as an instrument of destruction.

Dramatic, yes. But Valeria has never been one to take chances.

She’ll be deceptively calm over text: ‘Don’t tease me, Darling. You know what happens when you do.’

All day, all she can see is that image.

Whenever she turns a corner, you’re there; whenever she’s talking to someone, you’re peering at her over their shoulder; when she’s alone, you’re sat with her – on her – trying to take her attention away from her paperwork.

Redemption is a baseless concept when Valeria returns home that evening.

You will not know rest until she’s done with you.

Price

“Fuckin’ Hell, Love,” he’ll say, the darkness hanging on his voice tangible even through the voice note.

“What’ve you been up to while I’ve been away, hmm ?”

Will not rest until he knows he’s got you hot and bothered.

This entails him sending increasingly risqué images of himself; first, just one of him flexing, his arms thick and crawling with veins.

The next is of his shirt raised just below his chest, the dim light of the room keeping enough of him shrouded that his identity is unknown to all but you, his wide silhouette taking up most of the picture.

And, if you decide to be resilient against his attempts to make you feel as you have him, you’ll receive a series of menacing messages.

‘Don’t get too comfortable, Angel’, he’ll say.

‘You never know when I’ll come through that door–’

He grins as he sees you’ve read his message, hanging on his every word.

‘And ravage you.’

And you know he means it, too.

Meanwhile, he’s multitasking; keeping a clear, professional head and giving orders while resisting the primal urge to drop everything and find you.

And no amount of pleading or tears will spare you from his wrath when he returns.

Horangi

Regardless of how well the military life trained his self-discipline, nothing can dampen the sheer need Horangi feels whenever he receives a special picture from you.

I’m talking: he will literally sit in silence for ten minutes because he’s got a raging issue he needs to take care of but can’t risk anyone else seeing it.

Will thunder down the hall to the nearest bathroom when the meeting’s over and take out his frustrations there.

When he calls, you’d better pick up the first time.

If you don’t, you’ll have Hell to pay when gets home.

“Baby,” he breathes down the phone, the fog already making his mind frost over, his body burning up.

“What have you done to me–”

These brief encounters are the only thing keeping him sane while he’s away; they make him feel closer to you.

And, repaying you in kind, he returns one night, in the silence of the moon hours.

He finds you, pulls you to him, clutching on tight as you begin to wake.

And, between delirium and consciousness, his voice is all you can hear.

“Shouldn’t have tested me, Sweetheart,” he says, whispering as though partaking in a secret.

“Now I’m going to have to challenge you.” His arms are snakes as they constrict you.

“Fall asleep before I’m done with you, and I promise there will be no end to your suffering.”

Alejandro

Teasing a man as passionate as Alejandro is not going to end well for everyone involved.

Expect to receive a barrage of very choice texts back.

‘You have no idea what you’re doing to me’, he’ll say, followed by a photo of the tent in his trousers.

And a sinister: ‘But you will’.

If he’s away on business for even just a few days, he’ll go practically feral whenever he sees that picture of you.

To everyone else, he’ll be the leader Alejandro Vargas they all know him as – ruthless and righteous.

Yet, there’s something different in the way he walks as he excuses himself from the table, his destination unknown.

His gaze is narrowed and his teeth are grinding, rabid in disposition.

And when he gets home, no matter how long of a day it’s been, you’re in for a very long night.

He’ll appear behind you, a spectre, clamping a hand down on your shoulder.

“You shouldn’t test a soldier, Love,” he says, his grip tightening.

You don't turn around, an exhilarating fear keeping you frozen.

He leans down, his mouth just at your ear, his breath hot.

“Because you never know when he’ll snap.”

Rodolfo

This man is usually rather quiet and submissive when it comes to the more personal aspects of your life together.

But when you send him a picture that makes him question how long he can keep his composure for, you’re in trouble.

You’ll be receiving a phone call from a very exasperated Rodolfo, who, despite his best efforts, has succumbed to your charm.

Definitely a growler when he’s in a dominant mood.

More of a whimperer when he’s not.

At times like these, you get both.

“Darling,” he breathes, the back of his head pressed against the cold cubicle wall. “Look what you’ve done to me…”

His whining is more than enough to let you know the effect you’ve had on him.

And it’s what he says next that makes your blood run cold.

“I won’t let you get away with this.”

The husking baritone in his voice tells you he’s being truthful.

And if you try to clap back with something witty, or even an apology, Rodolfo just laughs.

“The time for mercy is long past, mi Amor,” he tells you.

“All you can do now is prepare for the Reckoning.”

Graves

This smug idiot.

Definitely smirks to himself when he gets that picture.

Has to resist the urge to show it off to everyone in the boardroom because he’s just that proud to have you as his partner.

Yes, he is hard. Yes, he’s still going to give this presentation in front of all the major shareholders.

Why ?

Because he’s Graves. Also, because he knows he has more money than everyone else in that room, and, consequently, more power.

Will shoot you back a text like: ‘Mighty fine work, Babydoll’, followed by, ‘You’re getting a promotion when I get home.’

Yes, he uses corporate jargon when discussing intimate matters.

He’s a businessman at heart, he can’t help it.

Definitely more playful than most of the others on this list.

The type to take his time with you and make you laugh while he does so.

But when he wants to be rough (and when you want him to be), he can be.

And he gets mean when he’s like that.

I’m talking hair-pulling, name-calling – basically just bullying you, but consensually.

Does his best to take care of you, though.

If he found out that he’d actually upset you, he’d literally jump off a cliff – he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

Expect many lavish gifts if this happens, though.

But don’t tell him that I told you that 👀.

Gaz

Will nearly drop his phone – it turns to butter in his hands.

He looks over his shoulder at least fifty times before he’ll allow himself to look at the photo again.

Poor boy’s face is turning red, his palms are sweating, he can’t think straight.

Paranoid 24/7 that everyone knows he has that picture of you.

But it doesn’t intimidate him enough for him to even try to keep quiet in the barracks when he has some alone time.

Similar situation to Soap; everyone knows to steer clear of whichever room Gaz was last spotted walking into for a while.

It would take him a few days for him to send a picture back.

More than likely, it’ll be of him in a scarcely lit bathroom in nothing but his boxers with a very prominent outline in them.

Followed by a text with something to the effect of: ‘Been thinking about you all night, Sweets’

And God forbid you send him another image of yourself. And definitely do not send a message saying ‘Aww, has my good boy been behaving himself ?’

Will literally send him over the edge.

The rest of the 141 can’t commandeer the bathroom for the rest of the day after that.

And when Gaz gets home, just know that your phone screen can’t protect you anymore.

Not when you have a man made of pure intellect and solid mass running full-force at you with all the pent-up energy seen only in a nuclear reactor.

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[redr0sewrites]

HEY HEY HEY YOU LIKE GOTH TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR ALT SCENE HEAD CANONS

🥀A/n: AJSJSJSJSJSJSJSJSS YESS !!!! i could talk about this for hoursss ngl-

🥀all photos are from pinterest, credit to the original creators! i did not make these ♥️

Pandora Rosier:

in my head, i see her as like a lighter version of whimsigoth. definitely leaning more on the whimsical flowery fairy vibes heavier than the goth vibes, but still with alternative aspects! she definitely decorates her hair and braids with a TON of crystals and charms!!

purples and reds, flowy dresses, chunky rings, charm belts, layered crystal jewelry, cardigans, flowy sleeves, funky tights, etc

when it comes to music, she'd be a fan of The Cure, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Cocteau Twins, Kate Bush, and Strawberry Switchblade

Dorcas Meadows:

FAIRY/SOFT GRUNGE. HEAR ME OUTTTTT

a lot of forest greens and earthy tones, basically grunge with a bit of fairycore mixed in

lots of thrifted items, heavy earth tones, arm warmers, flower patterns, crystals, maxi skirts, doc martens + mary janes, dangly earrings, etc etc

when it comes to music, i think she'd listen to Kleenex, The Violent Femmes, Cheap Trick, Red Aunts, and The Raincoats

Barty Crouch Jr:

mix between metalhead punk and scene. like think punkrock mid 70's-early 80's crossed with early 2000's scene kid, and thats him

spikes, metal, leather, lots of oversized and ripped band shirts, stripes and heavy patterns, chains, chunky boots, fishnet/sheer tops, double statement belts, heavily dyed hair, liberty spikes, thin/mini brows and smudged eyeliner, etc

when it comes to music he is ALL over the place. think Nine Inch Nails, Rob Zombie, Paramore, Green Day, Soundgarden, Death Grips, etc. think like dad rock, but throw in a few early 2000's bands as well

sortaaa think like a cross between all these- finding a photo for him was SO hard lmfao neither of these r exactly whats in my head but close enough

Evan Rosier:

similar to Barty but less scene and more dad rock/metalhead and slightly toned down. definitely more earthy tones, less hot topic energy and more thrifted/handmade energy.

also wears a lot of jewelry and crystals in his hair, shares them w pandora!

not as many bright colors and patterns, heavy layers, earthy tones, cargo pants, converse, layered jewelry/crystals, chunky belts, statement baggy pants with decals, bleached shirts, torn aviator jackets, boots, bulky sweaters layered with band tees, etc

when it comes to music i think he'd listen to Nirvana, The Doors, Type O Negative, Specimen, and the Ramones

Regulus Black:

(twitching and convulsing he is my fav)

honestly i see him as either: victorian goth, or corporate goth

he either dresses like he's possessed by a small victorian child or ebeneazor scrooge and there is no in between

very masculine, lots of ruffles, detailed vests, cuffs and long sleeves, black trousers, heeled boots, loose flowy blouses, high collars, lots of grey, white, and black, long leather overcoats, heavy layers, rings, etc

finding photos for this was like a herculean task bro it was nearly impossible and this is about as close to what i see in my head as i could get but still... not perfect *sigh*

when it comes to music i think he'd listen to Veruca Salt, Talking Heads, Clan of Xymox (TRUST HE WOULD), Siouxsie and the Banshees, and Lebanon Hanover

Sirius Black:

i know everyone and their mother believes in punk Sirius, but hear me out- mall goth Sirius Black. PELPSLSPSLSPSLSPSLSS

i feel like he dresses both masculine and feminine a lot, his gender is very fluid and so are his outfits so he isn't strictly masculine or feminine

im thinking like early 2000's hot topic kid x mid/late 80's punk, definitely very mall goth inspired but a little more modern too

wide baggy pants with chains, chunky necklaces, mismatched earrings, skeleton gloves, leather jackets with studs and decals, sheer/fishnet tops, chunky boots and doc martens, chunky rings and bracelets, bracelets with studs/spikes, kandi or beads, trashy band or skater tees, thrifted cargo pants with patches, those specific red and black striped gloves/arm warmers that every mall goth person has, etc

when it comes to music i think he'd listen to The White Stripes, David Bowie, Bon Jovi, INXS, Meat Loaf, Three Days Grace, Green Day, and the Offspring

Remus Lupin:

grunge all the way. and i don't mean like tiktok grunge, i mean genuine early-mid 80's thrifted "fuck fast fashion" grunge. i also see him having a bit of the grunge/punk academia aesthetic, but overall very grunge centric style

in my head he doesn't wear a lot of jewelry, especially since silver burns him as a werewolf, so he'll wear the occasional ring or necklace but that's about it

grandpa sweaters, oversized hoodies, cargo pants, earthy tones, brown converse or loafers, faded band tees, jorts, greys and greens, collared shirts, chunky shoes, baggy trousers with patches, bleached clothing, aviator jackets, etc

when it comes to music i think he'd listen to David Bowie (duh), The Doors, Ramones, Talking Heads, Killing Joke, U2, Journey, INXS, Abba, The Calling, and Foo Fighters

Marlene Mckinnon:

RIOT GRRL. I KNOW IM RIGHT I KNOW IT I KNOW IT I WILL DEFEND THIS TILL THE DAY I DIE SHE IS SOOO RIOT GRRL

most of riotgrrl fashion is pretty much the more "feminine" version of punk, and shares some overlap with the "rockstar gf" aesthetic (which irritates me *just* a bit but thats a story for another time). in my head, i think of like a cross between misa amane, nana, and the mid-late 80's punk scene

think layered fishnets, leg warmers, micro mini skirts, lacy lingerie, graphic tank tops, feminist patches/pins, spikes and studs, lots of leather, chains, chunky boots, cross/pentagram motifs, bold animal prints, torn band tees, high heels, bright red lipstick, and basically anything that would serve as a great big "fuck you" to misogyny and beauty standards

i had the biggest riotgrrrl phase, so let me just say i am an EXPERT on the music. marlene would listen to Bikini Kill, Babes in Toyland, Veruca Salt, X Ray Spex, The Raincoats, Paramore, Kleenex, Hole, Dazey and the Scouts, Bratmobile, Slutever, Mommy Long Legs, Le Tigre, Destroy Boys, Cheap Perfume, and Lesbian Bed Death

Mary MacDonald:

GYARU!! i totally see Mary as a gyaru girlie, idk in my head i just see her rocking the makeup and lashes along w the style !!!

i sadly don't know too much about the Gyaru scene as there are many different types, but i did a little research and i feel like Mary would dress in the Ane Gyaru aesthetic- which is (PLEASE correct me if im wrong i am not an expert!!) an older, more "rebellious" and slightly darker version of Gyaru. Ane Gyaru is often mistaken with Onee Gyaru, but is different in a few ways. Ane is more rebellious and incorporates a darker color scheme, and overall has a more rough look. definitely more alternative than cutesy in comparison to other Gyaru styles, and i feel like it fits Mary well

think flashy animal prints, miniskirts, teased hair, long lashes, detailed hand bags, fluffy boots, furry leg warmers, silver jewelry, statement belts, lots of lace, leather and denim, and lots of makeup!

i genuinely do not know anythinggg about Gyaru music and i am sosoooosososos sorry 😭 if anyone has any ideas or recommendations for bands/gyaru music they think Mary would listen to, please lmk!!!

i will do a pt 2 so that i dont reach the photo limit but!!! hope u enjoyed!!!! PLSSS SEND IN MORE MARAUDERS ERA WRITING REQS YALL IVE BEEN OBSESSED- it could be x reader or just hcs like this whatever u want🧍

my two current hyperfixations in one post... someone sedate me...

[mothbart]

day 12 of kolowv: day 11

my baby @theapocryphaofantares's birthday is in eleven days, and because i love him with all my heart he gets a small microfic every day until he gets his big present on his actual birthday.

day 11: climb | bartylily | words 2,631

Lily Evans has never felt so lonely and disappointed until now.

It’s her sixteenth birthday, and she’s standing outside in a short, black mini-skirt and a tight, light-green t-shirt that she stole from her sister. Her face isn’t really caked with makeup, but it’s definitely there because Lily wants to wipe away the thin layer of foundation her sister put on. The pastel pink winter jacket that she has on isn’t exactly keeping her warm while she waits for her date to show up.

She wishes that she had come up with some backup plan—something just in case this date fell through. Her best friend, Mary Macdonald warned her that James Potter was a flake, but she had been crushing on him since they both got into high school. She never thought that James would ask her out, so of course when James offered to take her out, she couldn’t say no. However, she was too scared to tell him that the day he picked was her birthday. She didn’t want him to feel any pressure, but she regrets it. She’s been standing outside for thirty minutes past the time James said he’d pick her up. Maybe she should’ve said something—maybe then he wouldn’t have stood her up.

She pulls out her cell phone again, making sure she didn’t miss a text from him or something, and she frowns when she sees the only notification is from Mary asking if she’s having a fun time.

It’s face-numbing cold outside, and she contemplates going back inside, but then she looks over at the house next door. Through the branches and leaves of the large sycamore tree that sits in her yard and her neighbor’s yard, she sees Barty Crouch Jr. pacing back and forth in front of his window.

She wonders what Barty is doing at home on a Saturday. Typically he’s always sneaking out and coming home in the early hours of the morning the next day, so seeing him home on the weekend is a bit shocking. She and Barty used to be close when they were younger—they’d spend hours upon hours with each other, doing whatever they possibly could. The world seemed to be their oyster during that time. Each day was new, shiny, and exciting—but now?

If Lily were to pry an oyster open now, there wouldn’t be a pearl inside. It would be a common pebble because Lily’s world is boring, dull, unappealing. She would do anything to feel that new and shiny feeling again, but the only person she’d felt that with was the boy that is currently hanging out in his bedroom next door.

She’s not sure what she’s doing—she’s finding herself going over to her mother’s garden, picking out some tiny rocks, and putting them in her coat pocket. She walks over to the sycamore tree and she looks up, trying to analyze which branches would hold her weight and which ones wouldn’t. She takes a moment before reaching up and grabbing the branch that’s above her and pulls herself up. She dangles her legs a little bit, and it occurs to her that she’s wearing a short skirt. When she gets on the branch, she looks around and a sigh of relief leaves her when the street is still empty.

If she climbs a few more branches, she’ll be fine and won’t have to worry about flashing someone.

So that’s exactly what she does.

She navigates her way through climbing the tree, and her upper arms are burning from all the pulling up she’s been doing. Her hands are sticky from sap and she wants to wipe them on her skirt but she thinks that’ll make the feeling of it worse. She reaches out to the branch that’s starting to cross over to the Crouch yard and carefully climbs on it, trying not to slip from how wet the branch is.

Once she’s on the branch that’s right outside of Barty’s window, she reaches into her pocket, pulls out the few rocks that she grabbed from before, and starts to toss them on the glass. After the third rock, she sees Barty come up to the window, and when they make eye contact, she gives him a soft smile and a small wave.

He looks so different now. His black hair is a bit more shaggier and there are bits and pieces of it that are dyed green. He has his lip pierced and his eyebrow pierced, and Lily isn’t surprised that it suits him. He’s staring at her, confused, but he still opens up the window.

“Lily?” Barty asks, and his voice is lower than the last time she remembers it. “What are you doing?”

“Climbing a tree?” She replies, shrugging. “What are you doing?”

“Uh,” Barty looks behind him and looks back at her. “Nothing, I guess.”

“Come outside,” she says.

“It’s cold.”

“So? Put on a jacket.”

Barty rolls his eyes and walks away from the window, and Lily waits patiently before Barty comes back with a black, raggedy-looking hoodie and starts to climb out of his window dormer. He carefully slides down a couple of inches of the roof before he sits down and shuffles his body over on the branch. Lily moves closer to the crown of the tree and tries to make herself comfortable, a branch in between her legs. Barty mimics her, swinging a leg over the branch and they’re just staring at each other. She hasn’t seen Barty this up close in a while, and even though she was able to see the piercings on his face from when he was in his room, she can see the small brown freckles littered across his nose and cheeks.

“What are you doing out here wearing an outfit like that?” He asks.

“I had a date,” she tells him.

“How was it?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know,” she replies. “He never came.”

Barty frowns and crosses his arms, and he shivers just a little. “Who was it?”

“James,” she answers. “You know, James Potter—”

“Yeah,” Barty says, cutting her off. “Yeah, I know Potter.”

“How are you?”

“So we’re doing small talk now, are we?” Barty asks, staring at her. “Why did you ask me out here, Lils?”

Lils. The nickname has never sounded so sweet and she missed hearing it come out of his mouth.

“I just wanted to talk—catch up,” she says.

“You haven’t talked to me in years.”

“My momma told me not to,” she says, her voice quieter. “She said that you were trouble now.”

“Did she?” He asked, his voice monotone. “And you listened?”

“You didn’t make much of an effort to talk to me either, Barty.”

“We’re not kids anymore,” he says. “You have your friends and I have mine.”

“But we were each others.”

“When we were kids, Lily,” he reiterates.

“Come on,” she pushes. “Just catch me up.”

And so Barty does. There are some things that he’s hesitant to tell her, like his friendships with the Rosier twins, the younger Black brother, and Dorcas Meadowes. He tells her that his dad is starting to travel more for work now, and since he has the house to himself more he doesn’t feel the need to sneak out.

“Where would you go?” She asks.

“Out,” is his reply.

He tells her how his classes are going—he’s taking AP classes and he’s not worried about the tests at the end of the year. He tells her that his dad is still pushing him to apply to Harvard but he’s still not sure.

“Why are you not sure?”

“It’s not what my mom wanted for me,” he says. And Lily pauses for a moment because she sees the flash of pain in his eyes before he turns his head and looks over at the street. “She wanted Duke.”

“So will you apply?”

“Probably,” he replies. “What about you?”

“I don’t know yet,” she sighs. “Petunia wants me to follow her to Stanford if she gets in but I just don’t think I’m a person that screams California.”

“You might like it,” he says, finally looking back at her. “I remember that you like warm weather.”

“True,” she says, laughing a little. “We’ll see, I still have time.”

“Tell me about your life.”

And so she does. She does the same thing: tells him about her classes and the newfound friendships that she built. She explains that her sister leaves next year for college and she’s nervous but she thinks she’ll survive. Once she finishes, they both sit there in silence and they both look over at the empty street. They can hear the street lamps humming and Lily just wants to know—just wants to ask—

“Have you ever kissed anyone?”

“Huh?”

“Have you kissed anyone?” She repeats.

“Yeah, I have.”

“What’s it like?” She asks, her face getting warm. She’s thankful it’s dark enough that Barty can’t see the blush creeping on her cheeks.

“Kissing someone?”

“Yeah.”

“Uh,” Barty takes a second before saying more. “It’s wet, kind of gross. Sometimes it’s fine. I don’t know, Lils,” he says. “It’s—it’s not how it’s hyped in movies. So far everyone has been disappointing.”

“Maybe you just haven’t kissed the right person yet,” she offers.

“I mean, we’re sixteen,” he snorts. “I don’t think I’m really looking for the ‘right one,’” he says, using air quotes.

“Oh,” she breathes out.

“Wait,” he says, and Lily can practically see the wheels turning in his head. “You haven’t been kissed before, have you?”

“Well—I mean—”

“Doesn’t surprise me,” he says.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’re, like, a goody two shoes,” he answers.

“Yeah, well, sorry I’m not kissing every person I see,” she bites back.

“What is that supposed to mean?” He mocks, scooting closer to Lily. She tries to back herself up, but her back is already against the crown of the tree and she’s trapped. “Kissing isn’t as scandalous as you think it is.”

“Then show me,” she replies, but she smacks her mouth once she realizes what she just said. Barty’s look of defensiveness turns into him smiling. She’s already started this, she might as well finish it. “If it’s so bad and awful like you say it is, then show me so I know to never kiss anyone in my life.”

“Lily,” he says, laughter falling from his lips. “What?”

“It’s my birthday,” she says, frowning, trying to change the subject.

“I know.”

“You haven’t said happy birthday yet.”

“I haven’t said happy birthday to you in years.”

“You can make it up to me, you know,” she says, her voice soft. She wants to smack herself in the face because she needs to quit trying to egg him on. She just can’t help but find herself staring at Barty’s lips and admiring the way that he had been playing with his lip ring while they’ve been sitting out here.

“How?” He asks. “By kissing you?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out. The churning that’s happening in her stomach is intense—her heart is beating fast and she licks her lips because she doesn’t want to kiss Barty if her lips are dry.

“Okay,” he replies. “I’ll kiss you.”

“Wait,” she says, sitting up straighter. She moves her legs a little bit because they’ve started to fall asleep, and the pokiness of some of the branches starts to ache on her thighs. “Wait, how do I do this?”

“Don’t overthink it,” he answers. Barty gets even closer to Lily, their legs touching and it’s the first bit of warmth that Lily has felt since she first started waiting for James to pick her up. Barty leans in, and Lily’s eyes widen and she starts to shake her head, a smile breaking out on her face.

She starts to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” He asks, rolling his eyes. Their faces are still close together, and Lily can’t help it.

“Sorry—sorry,” she says in between laughs. She finally calms down, but the butterflies in her stomach are still fluttering around. “I’m just nervous.”

“Lily—”

“No, no, I’m ready,” she says with confidence. “I can do it.”

Barty stares at her, reading her, trying to make sure that she’s actually comfortable with what’s about to happen. Lily nods her head, indicating that she’s ready. So he leans in again, and Lily holds her breath because she’s about to kiss Barty Crouch Jr. and she feels like she’s dreaming.

His lips are on hers, and it’s cold yet her body feels hot. The kiss lasts for only a few seconds before Barty pulls away, and they’re both looking at each other with flushed cheeks.

“So—” Lily cuts off Barty by grabbing his face and kissing him again. This time it’s all messy and teeth hitting each other and it’s almost full of desperation that Lily didn’t even know existed in her. It takes a moment before they find a rhythm with their lips, but once they do, Lily finds herself letting out a small gasp when she feels one of Barty’s hands on her bare thigh. His hands are cold and calloused but she’s enjoying this and she’s addicted to this.

Addicted to kissing. Addicted to touching. Addicted to Barty.

They pull apart, heavily breathing and shoulders heaving.

“Satisfied?” He asks, grinning.

“You lied,” Lily says.

“What do you mean?”

“You told me that it was wet and gross and nothing like how it is in the movies,” she explains. Confusion is still on his face and Lily sighs. “It was more than that.”

“More wet and gross?”

“No,” she says. “It was perfect.”

And Barty—he just laughs at her, sliding his hand off of her thigh. It’s music to her ears.

“You know,” he says, once he stops laughing. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she replies.

They enjoy each other’s company in silence for a couple of minutes, both of them smiling but not looking at each other. Lily doesn’t want to look at him because she’s going to want to kiss him again.

“Come on,” he says. “Go inside. It’s fucking freezing out here.”

The two of them climb their way down the tree, and Lily isn’t sure why Barty is following her down considering he could’ve just slid over to the roof of his house. Once they make it on the ground, Lily brushes her legs and her arms are burning from the workout that she just had to do from climbing up and climbing down this stupid sycamore tree.

They stand in front of each other, and Barty brings his hand up to her face and touches her cheek before tucking a piece of her red hair behind her ear.

“I’ll see you around, Evans,” he says. Lily watches Barty turn around and walk away from her, and when she sees him walk back inside his house, she presses her sticky, sappy fingers on her lips and she smiles.

Not bad for a first kiss.

[simplysedusa]

How I imagine the Rowdyruff Boys would dress

(credit to Pinterest for all the pictures)

(tw: drug symbolism)

Brick Keane

Brick's style is usually minimalistic and layered, with a bit of a 90's inspired vibe as seen in his love for flannels, denim jackets, and those Hawaiian shirts he seems to make look cool. Between the girls and his brothers, he sticks to his respective color the most, there's almost always a hint of red on him somewhere. Any kind of designs on his clothes are either very simple and small, or rather unique and/or retro. He doesn't do clothes with brand labels plastered on the front, Brick believes he's too cool to wear popular brands that everyone else likes. He likes his clothes loosely fitted, not too tight or too baggy. Any kind of devil imagery is a huge plus for him, as to remind the citizens/peers/classmates who his creator is. I'd like to think that When Brick was middle school aged, he had started collecting a bunch of Boston Red Sox hats in a variety of colors such as black, red, white, beige, or some combo of the aforementioned, completely unaware that they were affiliated with a sports team. Once he found out, he went with the lie that he was a fan and now he watches their games reluctantly so he doesn't look like a poser. He still rocks with his original plain red cap proudly though.

Boomer Keane

Boomer wouldn't admit it, and he probably doesn't know it, but a part of his style is a bit inspired by Brick's. Layered and simple at times, the key distinction between the two is coloring: lighter denim and brighter colors. Even the Hawaiian shirts are brighter in terms of theme and color as well. But usually, his style is rather athletic and preppy, like one of those boys in a fraternity, the ones who "had to do it to 'em". Unless it's snowing, there's a good chance you'll see Boomer in shorts (yes he's one of those). Boomer also has some rather random pieces of clothing such as an American flag hoodie (he thought it looked good on him, and tbh, what doesn't?), overalls, or pink baggy acid wash jeans (that Blossom, Bubbles, and surprisingly Buttercup all LOVE). I'd also like to think that subconsciously Boomer picks up clothes that have red, blue, and green in them as a way to convince himself that he fits in with his brother and is a part of the team. He's a whore for cardigans and letterman jackets as well.

Butch Keane

Somehow, Butch has managed to take punk grunge and enfuse the style with his love for athletic brands and clothes (with a bit of Brick's influence as well occasionally, that what happens when the leader of the group is constantly telling the other two that they can't dress) and combine the two. His fits have a tendency to be LOUD! Chaotic. And either very baggy or perfectly fitted as if it were tailored to him. His closet makes Buttercup's dress code violations look like a slap on the wrist; one of his favorite hoodies portrays a guy with green fingers chopping cocaine (as pictured below). Occasionally, he might dawn a shirt that might reference sex in some way (he definitely has a "This is a very serious text post with no hidden meaning" shirt or hoodie in his closet somewhere). Butch probably owns the most leathered clothes between him and his brothers, and he has no problem with that. He's also the most proactively dressed between the three brothers with his love for sleeveless shirts, crop tops, tight tanks, and ripped jeans that might expose most of his legs (he gotta show off the gains somehow). While his female counterpart outgrew her obsession for camo print, Butch has yet to. He also loves utility jackets and any kind of coat with fur (he isn't sure/doesn't care if it's real or not, but he lies to Bubbles every time she asks just to get her off his back).

[chris-continues]

College au Wolfwood HC’s <3

I thought the guy needed some love! I’ve mainly written Nai hcs and Vash hcs but I’ve had some thoughts brewing of this guy :)

I was making this before I read @macncherries character study on Vash and Wolfwood and he definitely inspired some of this!

I definitely plan to expand on this but I wanted to start with headcanons before delving into drabbles and whatnot lol

-He has a mullet that’s not that taken care of. His hair is always messy dude

-hates constricting shirts. Tight collars make him go insane, he feels like he can’t breathe

-^^he does love loose turtlenecks more. He feels a little fancy, y’know? :>

-he’ll buy mints in bulk because he can’t smoke in class so he has some big ass gallon sized ziplock bag halfway full of mints where he fishes one out and eats it

-it’s a bit where he’ll have unwrapped ones and offer it like it’s a drug to Meryl LMAO

-he likes the feeling of loose linen colorful button ups. Vibrant orange looks wonderful against him, half of the top unbuttoned

-he’s paying off a motorcycle he got. Expensive? Yeah. But he like needed it. So…

-He’s got a used Nissan he’s also still paying off. He gives me Nissan vibes. Like think 2014 Nissan that’s somehow still working with a bit of dust on the dash and a makeshift ashtray in the center console + gum + mint wrappers randomly tossed in there.

-met Vash via Milly and Meryl (they wanted to form a study group and he was having a mini competition w Meryl over who’d get the highest test score on smth—-> became friends w Vash and reader who are very smart lol)

-when Wolfwood wasn’t presenting as masc as he is now (pre transition to mid transition) he wore his pants low on his waist like guys in the 90’s (reference that one scene in Clueless LMAO) with a part of his ass hanging out- made him feel more masc in a time where it was harder for him.

-he likes honking when he drives. Vash called him a goose because he honks so mf much

-he’s got several piercings, he wants to get an eyebrow one perhaps? He has several ones for his ears (he feels really cool with them + when he feels femme he gets a bunch in bulk via Amazon or his usual place if he’s feeling fancy)

-Claims he doesn’t need retail therapy, stares into shop windows a bit too long. Man has a will of steel.

-He hates studying. But he does it anyway. While Meryl makes flash cards he’ll make the dumbest puns and memory hints with Vash (that make Milly laugh and Meryl annoyed to no end claiming they don’t help) (they actually do help)

-He has all caps handwriting- it’s kinda cool.

^^he does the random little big lines through his H’s because he thinks they’re cool

-a lot of the quirks he has are because he saw it in a movie and integrated it into his mind- having little flairs and things that scream him

-he uses sharpie to color his nails black when he’s bored (Vash uses Meryl’s gel pens to doodle on his hands) (they’re doodle bros)

Ok so outfit pics

IMO he totally likes a more subdued grungy vibe but still harbors a love for vibrant button ups

Referencing to the photo w the denim jacket? He def has 1-2 denim jackets he sticks to for comfort and I think one day when he’s feeling especially wacky he’ll go crazy with it and start using bleach or puffy paint on the sleeves. He felt it was lacking. Perhaps the fangs on the back, perhaps the punisher drawn on the back, etc. He let Vash draw little stars on the shoulders and tiny smiley faces :)

For the second two next to the denim jacket one I feel like he’d get tshirts for the sole purpose of making them tank tops. He likes to show off his armpit hair sometimes, it’s gender affirming for him, and plus he gets hot out very easily. (Why do you think his shirt is always unbuttoned?? Because he’s a whore??) yes

But patchwork button ups and colorful shirts like that are very cool and I think he’d like those on occasion.

-He likes classic rock like idfk Joan Jett and the Blackhearts, along w other artists and alt genres. The guy has taste, give him respect

-he def has like 2 pairs of shoes and doesn’t switch them. Like Birkenstocks he found at the thrift that are lowk falling apart and these boots he found half off (also at the thrift) that are also falling apart from overuse

-I feel like he’d accidentally dress like grungy Adam Sandler in the summer LMAO

-the dude always has tension headaches and it’s either from the constant smoking, the withdrawal of smoking because he can’t smoke in class, or the immense amount of stress he feels

-He acts as chauffeur for the ladies and Vash because he claims Meryl’s music taste is mid and Vash at the wheel is a nightmare

-(both him and Vash are gentlemen in their own way for the girlfriends Milly and Meryl. Guard dogs fr. I love this dynamic hehe)

I plan to do more for Meryl and Milly and add onto this because as I write more thoughts about college au Trigun flood my brain and I need to get them out ty for ur time I hope you have a great day ALSO PLS COMMENT OR REBLOG UR THOUGHTS or feel free to dm me I would love to share the brainrot with everyone! :D

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Hey my favourite Kelvin writer 🥰

I really love your analysis (and of course all the stories you write) of Kelvin and I was wondering what type of music do you think Kelvin listens to? And what style of clothes would result from that?

I have this idea (or more like a wish/obsession) in my head that he'd listen to rock and metal 😏 maybe not death metal but at least some metalcore and, probably due to me being a Rockabella irl, I so wish for Kelvin to listen to some nice classic and 50s rock while maybe dressing up slightly into that direction. You know those jeans, converse sneakers (or boots) and maybe a tight white t-shirt combined with a leather jacket or something cuter like a white shirt, suspenders and a bow tie. It would look so cute on him 😍

What are your thoughts on this? I'm so curious 😁

Hello Raven! The amazing writer Raven uwu a honor! ♥

Do you want me to analize and do THEORIES? AGAIN? I sadly can't do that now... I'm actually too busy to OK HEAR ME OUT

I fully damn agree with you and is fully my headcannon. With the 0.5% of what we can hear of the music he is listening on the helicopter, it have a rhythm more inclined to the rock side, specially since we can listening what it seems to be the drums. Also, as a metal head myself, we can't literally don't listening some rock in a place so metal as a fucking helicopter, I mean, come on, is like say that you love candies and you don't eat one in a trip. Also there is nothing more metal and rad and punk that just listen rock in a middle of a mission as you give 43 fucks about the orders?

He is like "pfff orders? I will see what the fuck I do on land, let me smash this blast against my ears OMG I'M DEAF NOW, what they said about don't hear metal too high to not break my ears was TRUE!"

He seems like rock- punk rock for me, probably some metal in his hard days, specially glam metal like Motley Crue. He also seems to have a (very obvious) soft side, so I guess, in his softie days, he would be listening soft rock, some Queen and Bowie, and full romantics guitars songs country style to which he would fully want to badly slow dance with his SO.

And I think he would secretly likes 80's Disco. I mean, he have the face of someone who drink a beer more of the usual and end crying af and half bad singing Total Eclipse Of The Heart by Bonnie Tyler. Kelvin is the kind of dude who play (badly) to be a hardcore but sing "I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world ♫" with the headphones at max, vacumming the living room, dressed in dark colors with the pastel color apron of his wife/partner.

Kelvin is the kind of dude who will say that certain pop song is too mainstream for his taste but will have it hidden in an album in Spotify. He would pretend is too metal punk pure blood but will have a favorite reggaeton, and he will love it, and dance it hidden in the bathroom as try to twerk to the mirror.

He would listen a variety of genders because he loves music, but he would never confess it because he have a hard appearance to maintain (even when he is a softie, but well, mostly of the most metal punk heads are fucking softies).

And clothes? SAME, VERY AGREE. Early rock style, very Travolta style (I think he would be a mega fan of the movies of the young Travolta, like Saturday Night Fever and Pulp Fiction). Specially if is in a "playfull party mood".

I think he would normally wear something cool and chill, but definitely with a leather jacket like:

In lazy/ too busy to be cool days, he would be pretty basic: hoodie and done, move on. But his wardrobe would be the most basic boring color palette, like, boy would have 25 shades of grey, black, dark blue and brown. A miracle is find something dark green or even red. Boring ass. Jeans, jeans jeans jeans... baby you have only jeans??? (he would say no and pull a pair of the most basic black pants ever)

He would totally have ONE good fancy jacket like this and will be the most formal clothes he can have (before jump to full wedding/funeral black suit that he would have because being militar he would totally assist to way too many funerals)

So... YEAH lmao I again get lost in the theories XD Was super fun tho! Thanks for the ask! I love you a tooooooooooon ♥

By the way, this kind of random crap would be also his style. Funny random unexpected trash that he would send you a Saturday at 2am because is drunk but is thinking about you.

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

I love reading your Percy Jackson smut! If you are off of your hiatus, I would like to request a Percy smut where you are a daughter of Venus and flirting with Percy while fighting and having hate-sex after? Please and thank you.

pairing: percy jackson (18+) x fem!reader (daughter of venus!reader)

warnings: smut → oral (fem receiving), teasing - lots of teasing!, spanking, rough sex.

word count: 1.2k - might've gotten carried away with this one lol

a/n: I've set this at camp half-blood (but they're 18+) if that's okay!

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requests for the sleepover are open🖤!

request guidelines here✨!

smut night masterlist

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"what's the matter, Perseus? Cat got your tongue?" You tease, swinging your sword toward his side.

"ha-ha. funny," he rolls his eyes. It was only last week when a stray cat managed to get through the sealed protection of the camp and attacked percy when he tried to pat it. "I suppose that's better than being defeated by Mr. D," he snickers back, cocking up an eyebrow in amusement.

With all your might, you swung your sword at his legs, completely wiping him off his feet with a big thud.

"See, if only you had that energy when you fought him," percy chuckles as you roll your eyes, refusing to respond to his stupid comments. "ah I see. Looks like the cat got your tongue."

By dinner, you sat at your respective table while percy sat at his. You could feel his eyes on you the entire time. Every fibre in your being fought the urge to tackle him on the ground and throw a few punches at his stupid seaweed head, but you managed to chew down your dinner and stay in your seat.

By lights out, a small knock is placed on your door. Thinking it might be Mr. D or Chiron, you answer it with a smile on yourself, only to have it wiped straight off when you saw percy standing before you.

"what?" you practically spat.

"though you might want this," he hands you your sword which you left at the training grounds.

"What, are you so desperate to see me, you had to give this to me now?" you arch an eyebrow at him.

"nah, just thought I'd give it back so you're at least ready when i beat your ass in training again tomorrow."

"okay, well then bye." You try to close the door, but his foot wedged itself between it. A moment passes by of just you and him staring immensely at each other. Without thinking, he leans in and kisses you on your soft lips. You're surprised to say the least. Percy Jackson, the boy you despised since day 1, is kissing you. Gods, he's a good kisser too.

"perseus jackson if you don't step in here right now, I will-" you mumble against his lips, only to be cut off as he kisses you harder, pushing into your cabin. Being the only child Venus's still left at Camp Half-Blood, you didn't have to worry about anyone else being in the cabin in a moment like this.

Percy backs you towards your bed, your knees bucking when you hit the bed-frame. Holding him tight, you bring him down with you - neither of you stopping the attack on each other's lips.

"you know i hate you right?" percy mumbles, trailing his kisses down your jaw to your neck, nibbling softly at your mellow and heated skin.

"right back at you," you breathe, tangling your fingers through his hair, not wanting him to stop - not wanting him to ever stop. "just can't stand you. 'Hero of the camp', just give me a break already."

percy chuckles against your neck, his fingers toying with the hem of your sweatpants. Desperately, you buck your knock against his, gasping quietly as his hand slips inside the fabric of your underwear.

"and here i though you'd never be wet for me, but here we are," Percy's ego is thick in his voice. His fingers graze along your folds, eyes boring into you while he watches your ever move. He wants to to succumb to him, to be at his mercy. You wanted him, you knew that very well - but were you willing to give up to submission that easily?

Percy's finger draws the sweetest figure 8's on your clit, you bottom lip drawing into your teeth to suppress a moan. You hadn't even realised how far your legs had spread. How your hips moved along with his movements.

"that's it, darling. Just relax for me, yeah. I've got you," he coos, kissing your lips gently before pulling his hand out. Unconsciously, you let out a whine. Lifting your shirt over your head, percy kisses each breast before trailing down to your stomach, over your hips and to the waistband of your sweatpants. He pulls at them, looking up at you as he drags them down your legs.

"are you finished with the teasing, or shall i just kick you out and get myself off?" you roll your eyes at his cockiness.

"but you know your hand will never be as good as me." And with that, his tongue licks a stripe up your folds, flicking fast at your clit. Your hands tangle in his hair, and the sweetest sounding moans slip from you.

His tongue feels so good. His mouth feels so good. So good, it makes you want to-

"ah ah, no cumming, gorgeous girl," percy sits back on his knees. His hair is completely dishevelled and you swear he's never looked this good. With a huff, you fold your arms over your chest. If you weren't even allowed to cum, then what was the point of letting him in you cabin?

Percy chuckles at your childish attitude, he circles his finger around, signalling for you to get on all fours. With another huff, accompanied by a roll of your eyes, you turn around. Behind you, you hear percy undressing himself, and you can't help but turn to look at him. But really look at him. You eyes almost melt in awe from how gorgeous he is. All your time spent here, aside from actually training and going on quests, was spent hating percy. Not once have you ever really appreciated him - especially the way he looks. He's quite handsome, actually: sea green eyes, jet black hair, captivating body.

"enjoy the view a bit much there, hey?" percy chuckles as he catches your eye.

"nope. just wanting for you to hurry up," of course you weren't going to admit that you were most definitely checking him out. he'd never let you live it down.

His hands caress your hips, his stomach pressing against your back as he leans over.

"ready?" he purrs in your ear, causing you to let out a moan. Slowly, he pushes in, both of you gasping from the pleasure. He doesn't wait long before thrusting harder into you, wanting you to moan louder for him to give you more.

And that you did. You moan, and moan, and moan. Each thrust feels so good, his cock hit all the right places. He speeds up, holding your hips harder, enjoying the sounds of your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

"fuck, oh my -" you cut yourself by a yelp as Percy's hand slaps your ass hard. He slaps again, and again. A smirk plastering on his face when he sees the visible marks of his hands. He knows you like it - the way your hand twists so tightly in the sheets, yelping and almost squealing in pleasure.

Your arms give out, and you gently lay your front on the mattress. Percy stops his movements, hands caressing and kneading your ass.

"percy?" you call out, too fucked out to really look at him. He chuckles in response, not daring to move. With a roll of your eyes, you lift yourself back up again, rocking your hips against his.

"that's it. such a good girl for me," percy praises, leaning over and pushing your hair to the side to kiss the side of your neck. "who's the desperate one now?"

[itsohh]

The Bar Bathroom

A/N: GN reader, I actually have a huge headcanon that Timur likes seeing his s/o’s eyes while doing it but sometimes you know that doesn’t always work out.

Summary: After a long day at work, you go out with the Spetnaz to a bar where you and Timur escape to the bathroom and just go at it. Just complete filthy horny smut.

Word count:  1220

Warnings: NSFT, smut, public smut

AO3

When the bathroom door swung closed, you all but. Jumped the man. Immediately your hands went to his shirt, pulling him down in a heated kiss. In return his hands went to your ass, groping them through your black jeans. It was lucky that no one else was using the bathroom in the bar that night, else it would have made for an awkward and ruined moment. "I want you inside me now." You practically growled in his ear.

"Couldn't wait until we got home? Horny thing."

"As if your cock wasn't rock hard when I used your gun at the training range this morning."

"Thank you for putting that image back in my head."

"You literally drew it Timur."

"Mm will have to use that later." He pushed you against the wall, right next to the condom dispenser. "Maybe while you're out on a mission or when your training. Fuck I wanted to bare your ass and push into you right then and there. All bent over ready for me." His voice was an octave lower than normal as he rolled his hips against yours. Then you had to wear those jeans while Alexsandr dragged us out here? You bet your tight fucking ass you have me worked up." His hands came to your belt and started to undo it. "Unless you have any objections, I'm going to ruin you."

"Only if you have money for the machine, Timur." He followed your eyes to the dispenser next to you. Timur practically growled when you slipped away from him into one of the stalls, leaving for him to get a condom. There were a couple of moments before he joined you in the stall, with the lid down he sat on it. The condom was given to you in a rush  His bulge was practically pulling his jeans apart at the seams, most definitely painfully hard. With his quick handwork, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. His dick sprung free with a sigh of relief. Timurs eyes reach your fingers which had the condom in hand. With a pinch at the condom, you bent over and rolled it down over his leaking cock, the lubricated plastic making it easy to put on.

Timur stroked himself slowly as he watched you undo the rest of your pants and drop them to the floor. "Face the door." At his command, you did so and he snatched you by the waist and you were forced onto his lap. He rubbed himself against you, his tip prodding against you. He swore under his breath. "Where's the bottle?" Normally such a patient man but now he was cussing while he felt around for a small bottle. One he found on the inside of his jacket.

"You bought lube here really?"

"It pays to be prepared."

"Speaking of which you didn't get prepaid and bring a condom along?"

"Pointless, the heat ruins them. Can't keep them in a wallet or car. Now spread those legs just a bit more so I can put my fingers inside." At his instruction, you followed. His cold-covered fingers of his touched your entrance before slowly sliding inside. "I'm going to fill you up so much. One day I want to see how well you take me while practising your aim. See if you could hit a single target." He moved his fingers in and out, the prep relaxing you and spreading the wet coating inside. A light hum left your lips as you started to push back against his fingers enjoying the feel of them inside. Then all too quickly they were gone. However, just as quickly Timur had his tip poking at your entrance before swiftly pulling you down so that you were fully seated on him. He moaned into your shoulder and buried his face there.

He finally gave you some relief, the pair of you. His cock has stretched your hole wide giving you that sweet familiar feeling of being so incredibly full. "Shit Timur, move." Was all you needed to say for the man to angle you upwards before he started his brutal pace pounding up into you. With your legs braced on the ground, you managed to meet the man somewhat halfway as your hips moved in time with him. His arms were wrapped around your waist giving him the perfect grip.

"Timur please." Your voice was choppy from his constant thrusts into you and you could practically hear the grin on his face.

"You like that?"

"Harder. I'm gonna cum if you keep this up."  The pants around your ankles made it hard for your to move so when he pushed the pair of you into a standing position you quickly found yourself clawing at the side of the stall for purchase.

He continued slamming into you, each time sparking that light inside your core, each nerve sending sparks throughout your body. His pace slowed into hard thrusts that he would grind with each time. The muffled down of music could be heard through the door alongside the crowd's roar and the pinging of pool balls. "I swear you were made especially for me, you take me so well." He panted while he pushed his pants fully to the floor so he could get that little bit deeper inside you. "The second we get back home I'm taking you again. There's no way we are finished for tonight. Not- ngh- when you're squeezing my cock like this. Going to milk me dry."

"Timur." The sound that came from your mouth was undoubtedly one of the most pathetic whines you had ever made, one that had Timur grinning against your ear.

"Go on then, cum for me. I want you to, fuck, squeeze me even tighter. I'm so close to filling you up. Cum for me." Moments later the sparks inside you burst into lightning which had your ears ringing while the sounds of the bar faded away, not even hearing the slapping of Timur's skin against your own. When the sound come back to your ears and your high died down, Timur had his hand resting on the stall door while his cock pulsed with his come, filling the condom up. He hunched over you, his dick giving some final last shots of seed. The pair of you stayed there for a moment while time ticked by.

Eventually, he pulled out of you before he eventually sat back down on the seat. "Been wanting to do that all day." You pulled up your underwear, ignoring the cum on your legs. Definitely in need of a shower. Next, your pants came back up and you buckled the jeans up. You turned to see Timur tying up the end of the condom and dumping it in the trash next to the toilet. Without hesitation, your finger went to the stray dribble that remained on his cock. You managed to capture it all before sucking it off your finger to much of Timurs pleasure. His cock twitched in interest while you removed your finger with a pop. "I can only cum so much in one day but god we are going to find out how much that is tonight." He shoved his dick back inside his pants and fixed himself up. "We're going home. Now."

[nctsworld]

spin me right ‘round

✩‌ johnny ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ record store owner!johnny | fluff | smut | 4k‌ ‌

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ buying from the local records shop leads you to eventually bed the hot owner on the night of your first date.   WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌smut (in the second half), oral s*x (f and m receiving), f*ngering, johnny has a big d*ck and f*cks you hard???, office s*x in the epilogue (kind of) RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ @sehunniepot​ (thought you might be interested in this nikki 👀) 

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Opening the store’s door, the ringing of the bell above you signals your entrance. 

You moved into the neighbourhood recently and since someone gifted you a record player for your last birthday, you thought it’d be a quaint idea to drop by the local records shop that you always pass by on your way home.  

Rows and rows of vinyl records, organized both alphabetically and by genre, welcome you with open arms, along with a faint musty smell, likely due to the faded, vintage records hanging between the posters on the cream walls. 

The outside of the store is misleading to its size; there’s enough space here for at least thirty people easily. However, besides you, it looks like there’s only one other customer in the shop.  

Although your surroundings captivate your senses, the striking blond man bent over the rock section in the middle of the shop is the true cynosure of your eyes. 

His long fingers flutter seamlessly over the records, seeming to be on a dedicated search to find one in particular. He towers high over the low stacks and oozes coolness with a thumb stuffed in his front pocket and donning a stylish green beanie atop his medium cut locks. 

Not to mention that his jeans tug perfectly over the curvature of his prominent ass, but you merely steal a glance or two at his backside as you stroll towards the pop section. 

Okay, maybe three glances.

With your back facing the man, several minutes pass as you rummage through the sea of mainstream music, ranging from recent to old, but all the while pleasing to your tastes.  

“See anything you like?” 

Your eyes meet the figure standing nearby with a hand on the edge of one of the stack dividers. His smooth voice matches his strong aura and his gorgeous face, which you’re now blessed to be viewing up-close. 

Your gaze pursues downward, soaking up his sturdy frame hidden behind his flattering clothes. Darting your eyes up his lengthy body back to his face, you lick your lips and swallow, in hopes to dampen the sudden dryness in your throat, and naturally raise the corners of your mouth.        

“Yeah—” You, you think in the back of your head and execute a nod, “—there are a few things.” 

He smiles endearingly towards the floor before glancing back up to you. You wonder if he can read your thoughts, or maybe it’s simply written all over your face.

Releasing his grip, he says, “Take all the time you need. If you need any assistance, let me know." 

Your eyebrows perk up in realization. “Do you work here?”

“Yeah.” Bobbing his head, he runs a hand over his beanie. “I’m the owner of the store.”

“Oh, wow,” you exclaim, jaw hanging slightly. “You’re so young, I wouldn’t think someone in their 20s would have their own store, especially one like this." 

A frown falls over his face, and in that moment, you knew you fucked up any chance you had with him.  

“Yeah, 26 to be exact,” he shrugs, tight-lipped, prior to the folding of his arms. His eyes become slits of bitterness. “Thanks for the ageism."

Immediately shaking your head at the misunderstanding, you stammer, “I didn't mean it like that—"

The owner’s expression melts in an instant and a warmness emanates from him once more. The knot in your chest loosens at the sight and relief waves over.  

“I'm just playing with you, don’t worry." 

He opens his mouth, about to continue, but his attention is interrupted by the ringing at the door, and you turn to see another customer over your shoulder. The attractive individual begins to stroll over, but still faces your direction, beaming. 

“Well, if you decide to get anything, you know where to find me, and I'll ring it up for you." 

With puffed cheeks, you nod and watch him greet the incoming patron. Trying to leave the embarrassment behind you, you shift toward the records again and browse for a little longer. 

Finally deciding on a few choices, you walk toward the front register and peer over at the beanied blond. In the classical section, he’s listening intently to the bumbling customer. Not wanting to disturb them, you lay the vinyls on the counter and thankfully find a pen and a stack of sticky notes upon it. 

After sticking the following note on the top vinyl cover, you head out of the store:

“Put these on hold for me?  I'll be back for them.  Thanks!  -Miss Ageist” 

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Judgmental."

A couple of days later, you drop by the store again and find the spirited owner at the front counter. Today, he’s channeling his inner grunge style, adorning a half-up, half-down ponytail and a loose white t-shirt over a tight, long black sleeve shirt. Is it possible for him to look even cuter than he did last time? 

“Sorry again for that,” you scrunch your nose at the memory. He grabs your records from beneath the counter and rings them through. “You just look so young to own a store.”

The blond airily laughs, “I'm gonna take that as a compliment." 

He spots you twisting your mouth to one side and nodding shyly. “It is." 

As you pay for the items, he gestures to your vinyls on the counter. “Good choices, by the way.”

“Are there bad ones?” From the pay pad, you glance up at him and he’s feigning a hurt look. 

“Oh, most definitely.” 

You banter with a tilt of your head, “Isn't music subjective though?” 

“Not to me. I am the king of music taste." 

Both parties exchange laughter while you wait for the transaction to process. Once it finishes, he rips the receipt and places it into the bag with the records. 

“I mean, I do own a records store, so I think I should know." 

Flashing you his pearly whites, he hands the filled bag over to you. 

“Here you go, Miss Judgy Pants.” 

“Actually, you can call me—” You properly introduce yourself.

He leans back a little, straightening himself and tucking his thumbs into his pockets. 

“I'm John, but you can call me Johnny." 

With a glimmer in your eye, you question, “Is Johnny exclusive to me, or does everyone else also call you Johnny?”

His eyebrows raise, impressed by your straightforwardness. “I only let the pretty girls call me Johnny, if that’s what you’re asking.”  

The wink he gives is short-lived, but it’s enough to cause heat to blossom over your cheeks. You brush some hair behind your ear. 

“So, Johnny,” you enunciate, indulging in his name. “When does the store close?” 

You lift up your bag and cheekily add, “Gotta know when to break in to steal more vinyls." 

Johnny chuckles, and your heart bursts knowing you’re the reason behind it. Looking aside, his hand rubs the counter casually and you can’t help but stare at his large palm dominating the surface, along with his elongated fingers. Eyes blinking rapidly, you attempt to break the fantasy assembling in your brain—his hands are the guest stars alongside (and within) your body in the leading role. 

“I can close whenever I want to, but thanks for the heads up; I'll make sure to keep you away from the store,” he jokes.  

Catching your gaze, one of the sides of his mouth lifts. “Why do you ask?” 

Shrugging nonchalantly as you play with the handles of your dangling plastic bag, you reply, “Just wanted to know when the cute worker got off so I can potentially go on a date with him.” 

You scan around as if someone else is there in the empty store besides the two of you and point your thumb to one side, whispering teasingly, “Not you, but the other guy.” 

His tongue grazes against his bottom teeth, nodding understandingly with a deeper smirk. “The store closes at nine usually, but I can make an exception for him to get off earlier." 

Satisfied with Johnny’s answer, you bounce your head and make your way backwards toward the door.

“Sounds good, I'll be here at eight for him tomorrow night. Maybe I'll see you around then, too.” 

Granting him a wink of your own, you turn on your heels and leave. Intrigued, Johnny watches you disappear down the street through the store window. 

At 7:58 the next evening, you show up to the store. 

A customer is at the front counter finishing a purchase. As they pay for the products, the worker takes notice of you, smiling in recognition. You return the same, beaming back at him, and casually stride over to a random section to wait until they’re done. They make some small talk, so you delve in the opportunity to admire Johnny’s outfit for tonight—a tight black t-shirt that showcases his blatant pecs and a loose red plaid shirt overtop of it. 

When the customer exits, you make your way over to him as he puts on a light jacket. You lean your elbows onto the counter. 

“Surprised to see you here.” 

“Likewise," he jests back, snaking out of the counter to be in front of you. You glance at him, consuming the tall drink of water.   

Nodding to the door, you ask, “Ready to blow this popsicle stand?” 

Johnny hums affirmatively and you follow behind him outside as he flips the open sign and locks up the store.

“So, where we heading off to?” 

Informing him of what you had in mind, the two of you decide to take his car to the downtown pier. Once there, both of you grab take-out and eat together at a bench table under the clear sky and dazzling stars. Conversation comes easy, making the night fly by fast. 

While talking with him, since his hair flows freely today, he sometimes shyly brushes some of it behind his ear. Although you’re listening intently, you also ponder how it’d be if you ran your fingers through his soft, silky locks. 

Dinner eases into dessert, with the two of you having ice cream side by side on the pier railing, looking out towards the twinkling water. By the time you’re halfway finished with your cone, you hint at not wanting to end the night just yet. Agreeing with your sentiments, Johnny makes the suggestion of going back to the store. 

After finishing the ice cream, you head together back to his car. The back of your hand brushes up against his. Taking a chance, you curl the tips of your fingers around his, half-holding his hand.  

Pressing up against his arm, you whisper, “Thought you said you gotta keep me away from the store."  

He peers down at the partial hand holding and the grin he gives you reaches his eyes. He gives your hand a small squeeze, ensuring the burgeoning attraction is mutual. 

He whispers in reply, “At least this way I can keep an eye on you." 

At the shop, Johnny locks the door from inside, in case of any wandering bodies, and blasts some upbeat, electronic music onto the store speakers. Intercepting your hand, he guides you to the back corner of the store and starts to dance with you. 

At first, your bodies are separate vessels, grooving to the beat of the music, but as the songs play on, you gradually gravitate towards each other. Soon enough, one hand settles comfortably upon your waist, the other on your hip, while yours are hooked around the nape of his neck. Before you know it, you merge together as one with parted lips, finally satisfying the tension in the air and within your bodies.       

The kissing is intense, electrically charged and sending currents to the tips of your fingers. Although you’re barely acquainted, you two kiss like you’ve been deprived of each other your whole life—every kiss and every touch quenching your thirst for one another.  

Wanting to change it up, you step over to an empty counter and hop onto it. Johnny steps in the space between your legs and his lips meet yours again. You cup his face, clutching onto his strong features, and occasionally run a hand through his hair to caress his head. 

You answer inwardly to your previous thoughts, confirming the silky texture of his hair, and your touch relishes in his golden locks.  

Suddenly, his mouth channels hunger onto your neck and the electric currents divert directly to your rising arousal. At the sensation, you rashly grind your hips into Johnny’s body, and he groans heavily in the crook of your neck.  

He mumbles into your skin, “Do you wanna take this further? My place is nearby." 

Sighing further into his embrace, you half-jokingly reply, “You know, I was really looking forward to getting fucked in a records store." 

He easily breathes, “We can do that next time, I promise." 

You snicker. “Aren’t you a little presumptuous?” 

Tugging his shirt by the neckline, you force him to leave your neck and to greet your mouth instead. Pressing the top of your forehead against his, you match his gaze.   

“And what if I don't like you after tonight?”  

Something in you already knows that won’t be true, but you mischievously ask regardless. 

The simper Johnny flickers is enough to send another wave of bolts downward to your core. 

He peels his head away to bring it beside your ear. His thumb on your thigh may be gently rubbing you, but his following assurance is hoarse, absolutely drenched in pure lust.  

“Oh, you're definitely going to like me after all the things I do to you tonight." 

You barely have an opportunity to scan around his bachelor pad because his lips capture yours upon arrival. In his entryway, Johnny entangles with you, pushing you up against the wall. Impatiently, he drags you to his bedroom for the long-awaited spectacle of the night. 

After hurrying to turn on his bedside lamp, Johnny presses his weight against yours on his bed, embracing the full body contact. His lips continue to attack the terrain of your skin as he denudes you. You hum softly as he pursues south to your aching desire. Hoisting your backside and with his assistance, you’re finally completely bare. 

Sitting up at the edge of the bed, Johnny pulls his top layers off, revealing a sculpted physique, the kind that artists muse and obsess over. You knew he was fit from how his clothes constantly hugged his body, but this was just insane. 

“Holy fuck,” you murmur, staring blankly. 

Chuckling, he does the same bashful gesture from dinner—tucking some of his hair behind his ear. The gentleness is a contrast that nicely compliments his Adonis qualities. His soft side is flipped onto its backside in a second as he begins to creep his way over between your legs, his eyes darkening. 

Upon resting on his chest, you didn’t notice it before, but there’s a hair tie on his wrist, which he uses to effortlessly make himself a quick ponytail. 

With anticipation, you sigh into the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh, making his way toward your pulsing sex. When his tongue issues the first swipe, you inhale sharply with fluttering eyes. Johnny isn’t in a rush, taking his sweet time to lazily lap up your slick and learning what incites you.           

Once he has a better understanding of your desire, he dives in and devours you whole. 

Realization sweeps over as to why he has to put his hair up.

In accompaniment to the painting of your folds, Johnny spreads them gently and ensures he dunks his tongue in your wetness. One of your hands drift away from the bed sheets to one of his snaked around your upper thigh, clutching onto his fingertips in reaction to the swift rotational swirls on your raw flesh.   

He draws back, lips lustrous from your nectar, and hastily replaces his mouth with two fingers.

Your half-lidded eyes shoot wide open. His long, thick fingers fill you greatly, scissor you so far in your sex, so much that you fear what his cock is like if this is how his digits feel. 

You’re overcome with bursts of pleasure. Further bursts ensue as Johnny tongues your clit alongside the fingering. Your throaty cries and the squelches of your pussy is melodious to his ears, better than playing his favourite vinyls on the best record player he owns. The lewdness of it all overwhelms his jean-bound arousal, so Johnny retaliates by grinding against the bed.  

After Johnny retreats, he stands by the foot of the bed and starts unbuckling his belt and pants. You crawl your way over, still panting and reeling from the rush of your high. As you reach him, he drags his pants and boxer-briefs towards the floor in one-go, freeing his unsurprising lengthy girth.    

On your knees, hunched over his cock, you chuckle in disbelief. “Now that’s unfair.” 

He watches in amusement as you examine his desire with delight, before taking it into your hand, pumping it languidly. “What is?” 

You peer up, cocking an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re hot, own a record store, really funny, and you’re packing. God really has his favourites.” 

Johnny’s about to respond, but his brain short-circuits momentarily at the pad of your thumb rubbing his precome over the tip of his blunt head. He cranes his neck back, exhaling a groan. 

“Well, what can I say? Guess I’m just-fuck—” 

You suck the words out of him. Literally. 

Your warm embrace encompasses his entirety, possessing a strong hold over him. Since you can’t possibly take him fully into your mouth, your fist solves your problem by stroking him by the base. Aiming to please, especially after his oral act from earlier, you slurp and bob your head mercilessly, disregarding the saliva leaking down the sides of your mouth. 

One of Johnny’s hands arranges your hair in a make-shift ponytail to get a clearer view of the obscene display. His hazy eyes skim over the gorgeous curves of your bent back and ass jutting high up in the air. His breathing turns heavier and he’s about to tug on your hair, motioning for you to slow down, but you thankfully come up for air just in time. 

The stately figure attacks your lips with urgency. The kiss is wet and messy from going down on one another, but it merely adds to the intensity. While lip-locked, he lowers you into his pillow once more, then stretches an arm out to his bedside stand to fish out a condom. 

He nimbly rolls on the cover, but is confused to find you back on your knees instead of laying on the bed. You grasp him by the wrist and press your fingers against his firm pecs, indicating to him to recline backward. In awe, he obediently obliges. 

Hovering over him, you suck in a breath as you line your sex up with his, cognizant that you need to acclimatize to his size. You steadily sit onto his length and when it finally reaches the end, you release a piercing groan at the deep sensation.

For a bit, you don’t move too much to get used to his great desire. In the meantime, your fingers wander over the chiseled flesh in front of you—his defined, veiny arms; his solid chest; and the valleys of his abs. 

Once you think it’s been enough, you transfer more weight onto your knees and slide on his cock with more vigor. You throw your head back in pleasure. 

On the other end, Johnny’s gaze wavers between the main action, your bouncing breasts, and your supple neck. He can’t see your face clearly, but he knows you must be enjoying this as much as him by the breathy moans that follow each thrust.    

When your legs start to tire, Johnny tries to hold you close and roll you over onto your backside. You both giggle at the unsuccessful attempt to keep himself still inside of you, but that’s an easy fix. Despite just having him within you, you gasp again at the penetration. Him being on top hits you at a different angle and you truly feel the length of his inches. 

Johnny reaches down to meet your lips. You brush your fingers over his pulled back hair as he consumes your existence. In addition to each passing drive of his body into yours, you also grip harder onto his hair in ecstasy, which leads to the unraveling of his long locks upon your face. The gold ocean of silkiness drowns your senses, the strands stroking your skin like extra caresses. 

Retreating back onto his knees and raking a hand through his tousled mane, his hands then attach to the flanks of your body and he pounds you breathless, leaving you heaving for air. 

In your dazed state, you desperately grab on to whatever you can—the sheets, his upper frame, his ass, anything. Throughout it all, your core contracts even tighter over the way his clavicle, tendons, and muscles protrude and flex like they’re about to break through his skin.  

At this point, you’re beyond delirious and definitely beyond gratified. You assume he’s about to finish when he decreases his pace and bends closer to you, but instead, he continues to still move inside of you.  

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” you gasp and grunt between his rough, buried thrusts. “How are you not close?” 

“I’m not ready to be done with you yet, beautiful,” Johnny rasps into your ear. You catch a glimpse of his cocked eyebrow and smirk. “Unless you can’t handle me?” 

Denying his accusation, you haul his cheeks to yours and kiss him fiercely.  

And with that, Johnny’s weight is on his knees again and he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. 

However, Johnny might’ve been right because it doesn’t take long for you to beg repeatedly for him to come.  

“So, what’s the verdict? Still like me after that?” 

Both individuals are still nude on the bed, but now covered by a blanket. Resting on his chest, you drum your fingers over his skin in thought (as if you need to even think about an answer besides the obvious). 

Pouting up at Johnny, you say, “I’ll only like you if you keep your promise on fucking me in the store next time.” 

“Of course.” He palms your cheek and inches forward, preparing to kiss you tenderly. 

“A gentleman never breaks his promise.”  

EPILOGUE 

One month later, the record store’s business has been growing, so Johnny decides to hire one of his friends, Mark, to be a part-time worker.

Which means that Johnny has more spare time to do other things... like taking you from behind in the back office over his desk. 

“Shit, fuck,” you grip harshly onto the edges of the worn-out wooden desk as he thrusts endlessly. Even after a month of dating, your pussy still isn’t fully accustomed to the size of his girth. You’re unsure if it ever will be. 

No matter, it always feels amazing. 

“Johnny, Johnny—” 

“Johnny!” Mark’s voice suddenly cuts in and calls from outside of the office door. You immediately bite down on your lower lip to shut yourself up. “Someone’s asking me about a limited edition vinyl and I don’t know how to answer.” 

“Uhhh,” Johnny drones absentmindedly, yet jabs into you with more rigor. You bite down harder, but you can’t control the rising volume of your stifled moans. “Give me five minutes.” 

A silent beat passes. 

“Dude, are you fucking in the office again?!” the part-timer exclaims. You can practically see him shaking his head in disgust. “Ugh, I’ll give them the store’s card. Hurry up, though.”

As he walks away, you hear him faintly say, “Sometimes I think this is why you hired me...” 

Simultaneously, you both giggle heartily. Your lover pecks you lovingly on your shoulder prior to diving again into the wanton moment. 

In the end, Johnny actually spends ten more minutes with you. But he can afford the extra minutes—he is the owner of the shop, after all. 

[bunnybunbun0]

hi<3

Harry james potter request where he just win a Quidditch game and his girlfriend (reader) promised him a reward.

smut prompt #26. "wait to see what i'm wearing under it" & #30. "well, i think you're being a bad girl, don't you think you deserve a punishment?" also #27. "just one more, for me."

Reminder: it is completely fine if you don't want to do it so no pressure! It's your account, and it's your choise so I understand :)

- Stay happy, love!

Prize| harry James potter

Summary: that was always something about the cocky grin on Harry's face after he has won a match that made you all hot and bothered,this time,you decieded to take matters into your own hands.

Pairing:harry James potter X fem! reader

Warnings:smut, fingering,oral(f receiving), overstimulation, penetrative sex, degradation,Dom! Harry,hints of subspace.

Prompts: smut prompt list

#25 "wait to see what I'm wearing under it"

#30 "well,I think you are being a bad girl,don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

#27 "just one more,for me"

A/n:first of all hello,and thank you so much for your request! Second of all, sorry it took so long to respond I was out of town visiting my godmother and the internet connection there is awful,but I'm finally back home,and posting again!

That was very cool to write, harry owns me on a silver platter,it was also my first time writing overstimulation stuff so I hope it doesn't sucks.

Hope you enjoy it <3

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The match had came to an end after what felt like forever, griffindor had won, and that meant youd have to deal with an extra cocky harry.

You weren't such a quidditch enthusiastic, but you loved harry and wanted to show it to him,so you always came to watch and cheer extra loudly for him.

As usual, there was a party planned on the common room to celebrate the victory and hard work of the team by being showered with firewhiskey and a lot of music.

Now what you had planned for tonight's party was the real news. There was something about seeing harry all confident and extroverted that just did it for you,letting you all hot and bothered, so you decieded to take matters into your own hands.

After greeting the boy by the door of the locker rooms and make sure he would be at the party you came back to your dorm to put your plan to work, you took a fancy shower with all the self care products you owned,then you dressed up in a sexy pair of see through dark blue lingerie, putting on top a a tight black dress to ensinuate your curves.after fixing your hair and putting on some makeup you were ready to go down to the common room.

You went in naturally through the door, being used to said so celebration,you saw harry sitting in the couch bickering his drink,almost spilling it when looked up and saw you in a dress much shorter than you used to wear

"hi,uhm,wow,you look..."

"brilliant?"

"y-yes"

You chuckled lightly at how easily you could flutter the boy;you choose to ignore how he was devouring you with his eyes,and invited him to the improvised dance floor,being familiar with the playlist of Muggle sounds playing in the background.

The little firewhiskey you took making you confident enough to start purposely grinding down on harry times enough to make his mind wander to some dirty thoughts.

"I'm warning you y/n,you should stop while I'm being nice"the look in his face was hard

"stop what?"you knew that playing dumb would get you exactly what you wanted,encouraging you to bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

He chuckled darkly, expression getting even harder.

"you know exactly what you are doing don't you?"he smirked and pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheeck.

You kept ignoring his warnings and getting even more confident while swinging your hips to the beat,while harry shamelessly stared at your body,giving you an awesome terrible idea.

In one swift move you locked your lips on his, slightly biting his bottom lip,them pulling away only to whisper seductively into his ear

"you seen to like my hair huh?wait to see what I'm wearing under it"and then pressed your body against his.

That was it,in a split second,he was dragging you to his dorm by your arm,being followed by weird looks and wolf whistles, everybody knew what you were about to do,so it was no surprise to find the bedroom empty

Once inside it,he slammed the door shut pinning you on it and passionately kissing you,roaming his hands all over your body,lips now trailing down your jawline to your neck, getting on that spot that made you melt.

"bet you liked acting like a whore, let's see if you like what comes now"

He threw you on his bed,and proceeded to assault your neck,claiming you with red marks all over,knocking the breath out of your lungs.

"your dress,"he gave your clothes body another hungry look"take it off, now"

You did as you were told without hesitation,presenting him his favourite post game prize, pulling out a huge smirk from him

"all of this for me huh?"if he looked hungry,now he was a starved man looking at his favourite meal.

His gaze shot from your body directly into your eyes.

"well I think you were being a bad girl, don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

You felt yourself get wetter over your panties where a damp spot were already sitten,you simply looked at him with this doe eyes and he already knew what you wanted.

His feather like touches teasing you through the fabric of your underwear, slowly taking them off,teasing you by rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit,making you gasp loudly;harry slowly but surely buried his fingers on your cunt,knowing very well how to find that spot that made you melt and giving it no rest,prescisely brushing his fingertips in there with every thrust of his hand.

As his ring and middle finger pumped your pussy,his thumb played with your clit,bringing you closer and closer to a release.

Harry could feel the familiar feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers,he leaned his body upon yours,attacking your neck once more,never stopping the ministrations on your pussy,it was definitely gonna leave a mark,but he knew you liked to be marked by him,so that everyone knows what he's getting after a well played match

"are you going to cum?"

"yes!" You somehow breathed out

"let go them"

You came almost immediately after his words, feeling your orgasm wash over you,at first you find it Weir that he so easily gave you your release,you were expecting him to tease the hell out of you and make you beg for him to let you cum.

But when his fingers didn't stopped after you rode out your high,it was when it hit you,he was going to overstim you,turn you into a sloppy mess,the startled look you gave him letted the boy know you were aware of his intentions,but it never stopped him though,he just winked at you,before diving into your pussy like he needed it for a living,tongue flicking your little bud,fingers never ceasing

You were still sensitive due to the orgasm you just had,the vibrations his groans of pleasure sent to your core had you already on the brink of cumming again,moans getting more desperte and hard to hold.

"ha-ah!-harry, gonna cum again"

"weren't you acting like a slut?that's what sluts like you get,just what you fucking asked for"

These words were all you needed to push you over the edge,coating his fingers and moth on your release.

You were already a whimpering mess,harry had that power over you,make you putty in his hands with so little,the sight of him pulling his pants down along with his briefs made you whine loudly,both for seeing his rock hard cock finally free,and for the thought of him fucking you in such a fucked out state

Harry knew you,he knew how you could get carried away,but he was painfully hard and just needed to feel your warm walls clench and cum around his cock.

He started to pepper little kisses all over your face whispering sweet nothings in your ear while easing himself inside you,his groans and whimpers in sync with your moans.he really did try to hold himself but you were just so close to him,so warm,so his,he quickly started a relentless pace

At this point you were giving zero fucks about being quite,just straight out moaning aloud.

"that's right princess,let the whole castle know how good I make you feel,f-fuck so tight"

You were literally quivering,shaking underneath the boy,wanting to get closer and away from him at the same time,it was hurting,but felt so good you didn't had the heart to stop

"h-harry 's sensitive,too much,'s too much!"

Now call him a masochist but this boy loves seeing you like this,writhing underneath him,face contorting in both pleasure and pain,him being the cause of it.

"fuck,I know love,just one more,for me"

He reached his hand down to toy with your clit,sending you into a blissful high,eyes shutting close as you came hard with a loud cry.

The way your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around him was all he needed before filling you up with his warm cum.

Once you regained yourself and opened your eyes again,you were met with harry holding a wet cloth and a glass of water.

"you okay love?was it too much?are you still with me?"

"it's fine,I'm here love,just tired" once the adrenaline ran out it was hard to keep your eyes open,a drowzy smile on your face.

"all right, let's get you ready to rest"

Harry handed you the glass,and carefully wiped you clean while you drank,he them handed you a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts,after you were all dressed up you just snuggled against each other,curled in your own little bubble of affection until doze off to sleep.

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Sorry,I don't do good with endings,and sorry for any mistakes,English is not my first language.

Hope you like it,tell me if something needs a change.

[a-supernatural-writer]

I Know What You Want

Summary: Winnie has been with David for a year now, and David is ready to pop the question of turning her into a vampire. David's plan is quickly thrown out the window once Winnie reveals a secret of her own.

Word Count: 2,249

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of distaste’s towards religion, negative influences of religion (not meant to harm a certain religion, just based off of personal and friends stories of religion being used in a negative sense)

Notes: This fic does touch on religion. This is not meant to offend anyone within that religion, this is just based off of negative personal experiences with it. I have been told on multiple occasions that I should go to church to repent for my ‘sins’ of liking men and women, and other things about my life. People that I know, have had negative pasts with religious schools and have expressed those experiences with me (they are older and went to school over decades and decades ago). I’ve heard some horror stories and I’m very briefly touching upon them here.

Also, I would definitely like to know if you guys maybe wanted more parts of this? I might do a part two, I’m not sure that’s kind of up to you guys.

David x FemOC

Coins and crumpled up cash were thrown into the empty and open violin case that laid on the concrete floor of the boardwalk. On the side of the violin case was a small gold plate with ‘Winnie Greenaway’ engraved on it. A small crowd of people watched as a girl with bleach blonde short hair that was styled into two french braids with bangs played her violin beautifully. Her eyes were closed as she swayed gently to the music she created.

She wore an outfit that anyone looking at her would guess she went to some sort of pristine school. It almost resembled a school uniform, but of course there were some elements that were different. She wore a white long sleeved button up with a black tie that was loose around her neck, a short black pleated skirt with sheer black tights with black platform loafers. A vintage oversized jacket was worn on top of her shirt, it had patches of blue and gray different patterned fabric with eyes embroidered into the fabric. To top everything off, she had a small silver cross necklace and three rings on her ring finger, one blue, one milky white and the last a light topaz.

The people that threw cash Winnie’s way either gave it as they walked by or decided to stay to watch her. Either way, she was grateful for the support, no matter how small the money was or how long people stayed to enjoy it.

Winnie never would’ve guessed that some people in Santa Carla would enjoy her talents. After all, the 80’s were sex, drugs and rock and roll. Violin was the last thing she thought people would listen to, but she was glad she was wrong about her assumptions.

Winnie’s black and white cat laid next to her violin case, occasionally jumping in to try and catch the coins that were thrown in. The cat wore a navy blue collar with a name tag that read ‘BB’ which was short for her actual name; Bluebell.

As she played her last note, she opened her warm brown eyes, smiling as she saw just how big of a crowd she accumulated.

Her gaze softened when her eyes landed on her partner, the love of her life; David. She knew that David couldn’t make it for her entire performance, she knew he couldn't be there when she started playing an hour before sundown.

After all, she wouldn’t want her vampire to burn to a crisp in the sunlight. Winnie knew David was a vampire, and has known for almost a year. It happened one night when she accidentally interrupted the group’s feeding only a few weeks into dating him.

It didn’t really surprise her. She knew about the existence of creatures of the supernatural and David wasn’t exactly discrete at hiding it either.

But apparently it upset David with the way she found out, but he was happy nonetheless that it didn’t scare her away.

In Winnie’s eyes, David was still David, he needed to feed to survive and as far as she was concerned, the people that he fed on weren't exactly the cream of the crop and she was fine with that.

Playing one last final note, Winnie smiled, happy that she had very little to no screw ups. It made her heart sore when the crowd around her clapped and cheered, obviously having enjoyed the performance and throwing more money her way in support.

She thanked everyone in the crowd and started picking up her things, the crowd slowly walking away as she did so.

“Beautiful as always, Winnie.” David said with a smile, taking the violin from Winnie’s hands as she started putting all the money she earned in a cloth bag.

Winnie giggled, tying up the bag and picking up BB, “Thank you, love.” She called him by his nickname and gave him a quick peck on his cheek.

She knew if David could blush, he would. He practically purred at the action and packed Winnie's violin back in its case and carried it for his partner.

BB heard David’s purr and meowed at the vampire, causing him to chuckle and pet the feline. BB loved David and the little cat had David’s heart in the bag. Winnie remembered when David was completely against the cat, the two hated each other in the beginning but soon enough, they got used to each other and became an inseparable pair.

“Dinner? My treat?” Winnie asked as the two walked back to David’s bike. She earned enough money to pay for a relatively nice dinner for the both of them since they didn’t get to do it often.

David shook his head and wrapped an arm around Winnie’s waist, pulling her close, “I got something planned for us.”

Winnie raised a brow, “Oh, really?”

David chuckled, “Yes, really. Just me and you, kitten.”

Winnie couldn’t believe it when she saw it, but there it was. A good drive away from the boardwalk was the town's cemetery that was placed on top of a small hill. At the top of the hill was where David took her, and what waited for them was probably one of the most romantic things David had ever done.

A blanket laid out, with food from her favorite Italian place was set up in boxes, and a small bouquet of bluebells on top of it. One of the things that stood out the most was a bejeweled bottle of wine, but Winnie knew that it wasn’t wine per say.

“Oh, David.” Winnie cooed as he led her to the blanket. From stories of his past, David was surprisingly a romantic. Before the two of them dated, she knew about his past lover from before he was a vampire and how much he cherished her. Of course David moved on, but his romantic tendencies didn’t.

They sat down on the blanket, and for a moment, Winnie couldn’t help but admire the view. The moon shone brightly down on them, the No cut grass swaying with the wind and she could see the ocean form their spot. She could also see the large number of graves on the hill and her head turned to the side, looking out into the distance where a special grave sat and it was one she knew very well.

BB hopped out of her owner's arms and sat on the edge of the blanket, looking out, similarly to what her owner was doing.

“Hey,” David grabbed Winnie’s hand gently and gave it a squeeze, “You okay?”

Winnie turned her head and with a small smile, she nodded, “Just… this is beautiful David.” She leaned in, pressing her lips against David’s.

The two cuddled up together, David’s arms wrapped around Winnnie as she laid her head on his chest. Their food was absolutely delicious and they spent their time enjoying every little bit of it.

Winnie giggled, watching BB jump around them, chasing whatever insects flew by her, “This is perfect.” Winnie whispered.

David smiled, agreeing with her, closing his eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the moment of silence between them. It was peaceful, and having alone time was something David treasured very much.

There was only more thing that would make this night truly perfect, “Winnie.”

“Hmm.”

David sat up, guiding Winnie with him and grasping her chin softly to look at him, “There’s something I want to ask you.”

“Yes?” Winnie questioned.

David suddenly got a little nervous. What if Winnie said no? What if she denied his offer? With a shaky breath, David finally spoke, “Would you like to spend an eternity with me forever… as a vampire?”

Winnie blinked at his question and stayed silent. She wanted to say yes to his question, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be a vampire, far from it, but she physically could not.

Winnie frowned and pulled herself away from his touch. She stood up and starred at the ocean once again.

David’s heart sank, “Winnie?”

Winnie looked down at the bottle and it finally clicked. That’s why David brought the bottle of his sires blood. To turn her. With a sigh, she held her hand out to David, “I want you to see something before I give you an answer.”

Hesitating, David got up and took hold of Winnie’s hand, letting her drag him to whatever she needed to show him.

BB even followed, meowing along the way and catching up to walk beside her owner. “Promise me that you won’t freak out when I show you?” Winnie asked him suddenly as they made their way down the hill.

David furrowed his brow, “What? Winnie what’s going on? Is everything okay between us?”

Winnie suddenly felt terrible. She realized she was being very vague about this, “Everything is perfect. More than perfect, I just… this is something I’ve been keeping from you and it's time you should know.”

David was even more confused about the situation. Before he could ask even more, Winnie halted and gestured with her head to go towards the grave that was facing away from them, “That’s what I want to show you.”

David glanced at Winnie, let go of her hand and walked to the grave. Of course, he didn’t know the significance of showing him someone’s grave. What importance did it have between them? What did it have to do with Winnie? The words on the grave answered his question, and very quickly, he had a whole new list of questions.

Written on the grave was the words ‘Winnie Greenaway. Born September 18th, 1933. Died December 23rd, 1952.’

“I’m a corpse, David.” Winnie stated.

David stared at her. He knew just as well as her that there were creatures beyond himself, but never in his time of living did he think that he would ever come in contact with the literal living dead, one that was his girlfriend for that matter.

“How?” David asked in disbelief. There was no evidence towards it. He never even noticed. How could he not?

Winnie’s eyes softened in sadness at his question, “Let’s just say a witch accidentally resurrected me. The only thing is, no beating heart, and even though food tastes delicious, it will never satisfy the taste of human flesh. I’m fully dead, David. Have been for over thirty years.”

David walked back to her, standing in front of Winnie and placing his hand on her chest where her heart was. His eyes widened. He never noticed it; there was no heartbeat. How did that get past him? “How did you die?”

Winnie chuckled a little, “Cutting right to the chase huh?”

“Sorry.” David apologized quickly, pulling his hand away, realizing how insensitive the question might have been.

Winnie shook her head, “It’s okay… I was nineteen, obviously. My parents sent me to catholic school, hoping that I would become religious like them. I was baptized of course and well, at times I felt like I was living in pure hell. Which is ironic when you think about it. A couple days before Christmas, some psycho from an asylum a town over broke out and he had a distaste for the church. He had a gun and well…”

Winnie loosened her tie even more and unbuttoned the first couple buttons of her shirt to reveal the skin over her heart. It was smooth, but after a second, the skin rippled and morphed, a blood red circle appearing and sinking deep into her skin, creating a hole, “He shot me through the heart. I died instantly.”

David traced his fingers along the bullet wound, “Does it hurt?”

She hummed, “A little. If you were to dig a finger into it, hell yes. But, that witch who resurrected me, gave me the ability to cover it up. Thankfully.”

David’s fingers trailed up from her wound and up her neck, cupping her cheek, “You can't die?” He whispered to her.

Winnie looked deep into his beautiful icy blue eyes, “No. Can’t grow old.”

With those words, David roughly placed his lips on Winnie’s, and pulled her close with his arm around her waist. Winnie muffled out a gasp, not expecting for the reaction she was getting.

“Mm, David, wait.” Winnie pulled away a little, “You’re okay with this? I can’t become a vampire since I’m technically already a living dead girl.”

David chuckled, “You said it yourself; you can’t die cause you’re already dead and you can’t grow old. Being a vampire is nice, but it's the idea of spending all eternity together; never growing old is what I wanted. If you do too?”

Winnie smiled and flung her arms around David’s neck, pulling him back down for another kiss. An eternity with David was exactly what she wanted.

“So…. You’re basically a zombie that feeds on human flesh?” Paul asked, hanging upside down on the couch in the cave.

Winnie giggled from her spot in David’s lap while he was sitting in his wheelchair, “Yes.”

Dwayne raised a brow, exchanging a look with the rest of the group and then shrugged. It was pretty cool to him.

Marko grinned from ear to ear, “Sick man.”

Winnie laughed even more when each of them asked more and more questions about the life of being a ‘zombie’ or even making a few jokes here and there.

She just wondered how they would react to there being a whole underground world of the undead?

[realcube]

characters dealing with a deep sleeper! s/o  (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

characters: bokuto, oikawa & saiki k 

tw// swearing, fluff, mentions of death, illness, funerals, sexual references 

Kōtarō Bokuto

he literally thought you died 

this was your first time sleeping over at his home and last night, y’all were stuffing your faces with treats until your stomachs ached

you had mentioned several times how you were feeling sick - even after bokuto took you out for a late-night run - but he just told you to take a pain-killer and sleep it off

but now he was kinda regretting not calling someone to help 

like what if the sickness was a symptom to a deadly disease which took you overnight?

plus, he had tried everything he could think of to wake you up: he shook you, he blasted music from his phone, he opened the curtains to allow blinding light to shine on you, he flicked spits of cold water onto your face and he literally wafted cookies around the room in hopes you’d catch the scent 

but it was no use as even after all that, you didn’t move an inch

he tried to check your pulse which he believed to be on the wrist but he couldn’t think it 

so either he was too stupid to find the exact location or......you didn’t have a pulse

he’ll admit, it was an eerie thought that there could be a dead person in his bed rn but even he considered that a rather outlandish idea 

how could a person as healthy as you just die overnight? so he did what any reasonable person would do in that situation-- no, not call a doctor

he held a funeral for his beloved s/o 💀

he gathered all five of the plushies laying around his room (all of which were owls) and lined them up on the foot of the bed 

‘we are all gathered here today to celebrate the epic life of my partner, (y/n) (l/n).’ he sobbed into the sleeve of the black blazer he had pulled out of his closet, ‘gone too soon.’

silence. but in his mind he was met by a chorus of ‘aww’s and whimpers from the crowd

‘i loved them. (y/n) was my rock; they helped me through some of the hardest points in my life--’

his speech was cut off upon hearing one of the audience members pipe up, ‘bo, what are you doing?’

a wave of excitement washed over him as he scurried up to the line of guests, closely examining each one, ‘i didn’t know y’all could talk!’

you rolled your eyes before leaning forward and gently tapping the back of his head, ‘it’s me.’

upon laying his eyes on you, healthy and alive, his lips curled into a foolishly large grin as he immediately pulled you into a tight hug, ‘(Y/N), you’re alive!’ he cried

you gasped at his rather dramatic reaction before slowly melting into his embrace, ‘yes, i am.’

as your lips parted from the skin of his jaw and he slowly let his arms fall from your waist, you finally inquired, ‘did you hold a funeral for me?’

bokuto’s eyes-widened at your ‘crazy’ suggestion, ‘uhhhh, nooooo.’

if his elongating of each word wasn’t enough to show that he was lying, the dead giveaway would have to be the sheet of A4 paper with ‘(Y/N)’S FUNERAL 😭’ written on it that was stuck to the door with blu-tac

ignoring his completely false reply, you leaned back on the bed and picked up on the owl plushies, gently stroking it’s soft fur, ‘are these the guests? why are there only five?’

bokuto shrugged, picking up one himself and absentmindedly attempting to balance it on your head, ‘seven; if you count me and you.’

you giggled, about to make a inquire about the names of each guest until bokuto suddenly through his arms around you again 

‘why didn’t you tell me that you are such a deep-sleeper before?! i was so worried - i thought you died! please never die on me again, (y/n)?’

you smiled, pulling back to plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, ‘i promise.’

Tōru Oikawa

he would take advantage of this opportunity lol

the first time y’all slept over together as a couple, he had no idea that you were as deep of a sleeper as you actually are

like he thought you meant ‘i sometimes sleep through my alarms’ deep-sleeper

NOT ‘IT TAKES A WHOLE NATURAL DISASTER TO WAKE ME UP IN THE MORNING’ DEEP-SLEEPER (/h)

anyway, at first, he’d probably just freshen up while you sleep: take a shower, wash his face, brush his teeth, floss etc so he’s no longer effected by that ✨morning crust ✨

but when he pokes his head out of the bathroom and noticed that your sleep asleep, he tries to blow-dry his hair bc he knows how much you like it when it’s all fluffy

but his blow-dryer was quite loud so he put it on for a few seconds to see if it’s wake you up and just as he expected, you were still sound asleep

so he blew-dry his hair until it was that soft texture that you liked so much- all while you were still like (∪.∪ )...zzz even though the blow-dryer was making a racket 

you were still sleeping and upon looking at the time, he realised that it was completely fair considering it was currently half past 8 and he had just woken up extremely early for some unknown reason

he didn’t want to wake you so he was just doing to go out for a run or make breakfast until he caught a glimpse of himself in mirror

o.O

despite his  puffy hair and pearly-white smile, he still looked sloppy

but it was definitely bc of his stained, torn, washed-out pyjamas tbh

he was just wearing an old T-shirt that he’s had for god-knows how long and a pair of grey sweatpants; it wasn’t a look

he had no idea what possessed him to wear such casual nightwear while you were at his house - especially when you chose to wear something so relaxed yet titillating - but he knew that he needed to change

after a while of rummaging through his nightwear drawer, the best he could find was a pair of white, silk, loose-legged trousers which he had bought for a halloween costume many years ago

it was pretty classy though :)) he was sure that you’d like it 

however, he still couldn’t find anything to wear on his top half but there is no fashion problem oikawa can’t solve 

thus, he went shirtless ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

he also threw on some jewellery too, just for the lols

you weren’t awake yet thought, so after he set up some candles to create a ‘mood’, he just sat next to you on the bed, scrolling on his phone and anticipating your reaction once you woke up

for a moment, he thought that he might’ve went when too far but upon taking a look at himself in his front-facing camera, he realised that there was no harm in spicing things up

once he noticed one of your eyes slowly flutter open, he quickly tossed his phone to the side and turned his body to face you, shooting you a kind smile and he gently ran a hand through his fluffy hair, ‘morning, angel~’ he cooed

you grumbled your greeting in response, then proceeded to rub your eyes to make sure you were seeing him correctly, ‘what are you wearing, tōru?’

‘can a guy not dress up for his special someone anymore?’

you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his chest and going to hop out of bed until he pulled you back down against the sheets

a faint gasp escaped your lips but you were quickly hushed by oikawa pushing his finger against your lips, ‘you’re not going anywhere, (y/n).’

Kusuo Saiki

this was the first time you ever slept over at his house or next to him yet y’all had been dating for year and a half

he was just scared that he might accidently do something crazy in his sleep (bc of his powers ofc) and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you 🥺

you were patient with him though but bc y’all had never woken up together before, he had no idea how deep of a sleeper you are

he thought it was cute at first bc you were laying there like the beauty you are, lookin’ all serene and calm and stuff

but after a while, he got bored on his own  #•̀ ︿ •́

also, you promised to bake macarons with him for breakfast and he was hungry as hell, still he didn’t want to eat without you but if he didn’t wake you up rn to make macarons, he’d surely starve to death while they were in the fridge

on any other day, he’d just try do it himself but when you helped him make food- it just hit different 😍

‘(y/n), wake up.’  he spoke into your mind using his telepathy, while light nudging your arm, ‘i’m hungry.’

you didn’t reply, seeming completely knocked out

he tried the next best thing, holding his annoying alarm noise near (but not too close) to your ear

still nothing, though

his last human attempt was aggressively pulling your blanket away but even after that you showed no signs of waking up so he realised that he’d have to resort to using his physic abilities

he considered using his astral projection to possess your body but he felt as though taking over your body might cross a few boundaries 

but he did try duplicating himself so he could shake you from many different angles but it was still no use

he continued to use his telepathy to try wake you up but it didn’t seem to work either

after multiple different attempts of using his powers to try wake you up; here he was, standing in the middle of some dystopian, apocalyptic scene - alarms ringing in the distant along with sirens, screaming, honking and wails. everything around him seemed to be engulfed by flames which created thick, smoky air 

he wasn’t really sure how he got here but he was pretty sure it started around the time he tried to form an energy ball 

whatever 🤷‍♂️ it’s no biggie

he jumped back in time so he was standing next to your bed once again, exactly where he left off before he created the energy ball

he stared down at your sleeping figure and let out an exasperated sigh as he realised that he’d have to employ one of his most dangerous tactics

he really hoped it didn’t have to come to this

‘(y/n), if you get up right now.’ his voice rung through your head, ‘i speak with my voice.’

just like that, both of your eyes shot open as you hastily sat up on the bed

‘do it, saiki!’ you cheered, a foolishly large grin plastered on your features

and he couldn’t help but smile too 

curse you for being so cute

[atsuminthe]

Sharing is caring

—The twins fight over your affection. You decide to share the love and treat them both.

note: mm i love the miyas so this was super fun to write (◕દ◕) oh to be tsum’s princess and samu’s puppy 😔

warnings: female reader, 18+, threesome, incest (i’m not too sure about this one but i put it here anyway), anal sex, double penetration, nipple play, slight spanking, praise/degradation (very mild), slight dacryphilia, slight dumbification, pet names, one (1) clit spank

taglist: @nakizumie; @risjime; @lovelytarou;

“Wait, ‘Tsumu—”

Atsumu whines when you push him off of you, flopping on the other side of your bed, and you scramble to your feet to grab a t-shirt from the floor. You hastily pull it over your head and open the door.

“Yes, sorry—oh, ‘Samu!” you beam, patting your hair to smooth it down a bit. Osamu smiles, taking in your dishevelled form—his cheeks tint a pretty pink when he realizes that you’re only in your underwear and that’s his twin’s shirt slightly covering your thighs. “What’s the matter?” He clears his throat awkwardly.

“Am a interruptin’ something?” he asks, grey eyes flickering from your face down to your body, then shifting behind you to see his twin splayed on the bed. You shake your head, smiling.

“No, actually—”

“YES, YA ARE!” Atsumu cuts you, raising his body and propping himself on his elbow. “Now scram, scrub,” he frowns, gasping when Osamu flips him off. With a sigh, the silver-haired twin shifts his attention to you.

“A can come later if ya—” he starts, but you grab his hands, pulling him into your bedroom and pushing his chest until he falls into the bed next to his brother. An idea pops in your head—and by the pink flush on Osamu’s face, he will definitely like it.

“What the fuck—” Atsumu huffs, raising an eyebrow, but you shush him as you jump between them, kneeling in front of Osamu with a grin.

“Wanna join us?”

To say he’s shocked—him, and his twin—is an understatement. His pupils are blown wide, eyes almost black, as the blond gasps behind you. “C’mon! It’ll be fun, I promise,” you laugh as Atsumu’s hands circle your waist, slipping under the maroon shirt and making you shudder. “Besides, I love you both the same. It wouldn’t be fair if only ‘Tsumu gets action.” Osamu stares, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, while Atsumu becomes impatient at the lack of attention he receives.

“HEY! Yer my girlfriend,” the setter pouts, accentuating ‘my’ with a sharp nip to your neck, growling at the way you mewl his name. “An’ a don’t like sharin’.”

“‘Tsumu—it’s not fair for ‘Samu, I want him to have fun too,” you manage between moans, head thrown back and resting on the blond’s shoulder. He gives his twin a sharp look—she’s mine, it says—but then realizes something.

This is a great opportunity to show you that nobody—not even his own brother—can fuck you better than him. He smirks, then fakes a sigh and clicks his tongue. “Fine, a guess he can join,” he relents, lifting the shirt so his brother has a perfect view to your just-as-perfect chest, moving his hands to pinch one of your nipples. The motion makes you arch your back with a muffled moan, and the blond can see his sibling eyeing your perky tits hungrily. “Go ahead—don’t just stand there like an idiot.”

And the silver-haired spiker complies, dipping his head down to latch his mouth onto your other nipple, massaging your breast as he does so. The hotness of his tongue, coupled with the swirl of it and the gentle sucks force a wobbly moan out of you, thighs trembling as you rub them against each other, trying to get some relief from the friction. Atsumu is quick to part your legs, hand shooting between them to rub your clit through your panties. He groans at the wetness he finds there.

“Naughty little thing—yer enjoyin’ this, aren’t ya?” he coos, and all you can do is let out a gurgled moan, hands scratching at said man’s shoulder and the blond’s arm. Your hips buck into Atsumu’s fingers, and he nudges his brother to take off your panties—he does, throwing them somewhere on the floor while moving his head to place sloppy kisses down your body—on your breasts, under them, your ribcage, your tummy—gently biting the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Osamu peppers your skin with nips and sticky kisses, inching closer and closer to your heated core. Each ministration makes you gasp, and Atsumu turns your head to crash his lips over yours, stealing your breath away. He’s feral—like his brother, really. It feels like a competition of who can make you feel the best.

Unbeknownst to you, it is.

You arch your back, moaning against the Atsumu’s lips when Osamu licks a stripe from your hole to your clit. It feels so good, and you’re so hot—you need release, and you need it now. The hand scratching his shoulder moves to grip his hair, tugging lightly on it to signal him that you need whatever he gives you—Osamu has always been at your beck and call, as did his brother, and now is no exception as he begins lapping at your cunt, groaning at the sweet taste of you. It’s addicting, intoxicating—he’s drunk on you, he wants more—he grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders, and continues eating you out like he’s a man starved.

Atsumu relishes in the little sounds you make. “So pretty for us,” he breathes against your lips, dragging his teeth across the lower one. One hand is squishing your chest, the other plays with your clit.

“‘S too much...” you mewl, black spots dancing at the edge of your vision. The twins groan in unison.

“Too much? Is our sweet little thing backing out now?” the blond mocks, and—as if on cue—Osamu releases your poor hole with a wet pop. You whine at the loss, hands blindly searching for them, and they chuckle at the way your body trembles with need.

“Hey, ‘Samu.”

“Yeah, ‘Tsumu.”

“She did pretty well, didn’t she?”

“Sure did. We should reward her.”

Atsumu’s fingers gently rub at your clit—you’re close, he knows, but he also knows that only this is not enough for you to get off. “Ya hear that, princess? ‘Samu wants to reward ya.” Your whimpers make their features soften, and they nod at each other, maneuvering you so you properly sit in Atsumu’s lap, with Osamu kneeling between your spread thighs. They lick their lips, watching the way you twitch in anticipation.

“How ‘bout ya decide what ya want, huh?” Osamu questions, holding one of your hands and raising it to press a kiss to the back of your palm. “A’m feelin’ generous tonight.”

Your moans and whimpers go unnoticed as Atsumu groans, an impatient sound, and roughly spanks your puffy clit—it makes you whimper, a bit of drool running down your chin. “Look at ya—yer so down bad for this ya can’t even speak,” he says, biting the love of your ear. “Use yer words, slut.”

“I–I want—” you hiccup, tears starting to fall from your eyes as the blond teases your slit by dragging the pads of his fingers along it, “I want you two! Please, ‘Tsumu, ‘Samu!”

“There ya go,” Osamu coos, wiping a few of your tears. “Yer not that much of a dumb puppy, are ya?” You can’t see it, but the glint in their eyes has become a fire. He leans down, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Ya want ‘Tsumu to hold ya?” he asks, and you nod eagerly.

It’s not like you haven’t done anal before. You did, in fact—your blond boyfriend was always open to new ideas (“spice up the atmosphere”)—and it felt amazing, but you don’t know how you’ll manage to fit both of the twins. If Osamu is anything like his brother when it comes to length and girth, it will be a ride.

As if sensing your hesitation, Atsumu cups your cheek and presses a kiss to your temple. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll take care o’ ya. Tell us if ya want to stop.”

Compared to Atsumu—who’s notorious for being fiery and untamed, burning you with his passion if you’re not careful and always eager to please—Osamu is a bit calmer. That doesn’t mean he’s going to back down or let his brother outshine him, of course—he’ll cool you down with his love, his kisses reminding you of a gentle breeze.

The blond slips his hand down, kneading the soft flesh of your ass and giving is a few light slaps. The growl in his chest rises the moment he sees your arousal dripping down your thighs, and his boxers fly somewhere next to your panties on the floor, swiftly joined by his twin’s. He rubs the head of his cock between your folds to slick it up, long fingers prodding at your puckered hole. He pushed one finger past the tight muscle ring—slowly, holding your hand—while he kisses your shoulder. “‘S okay, princess, a got ya,” he whispers when you squirm, giving Osamu a side glance. He moves his fingers easily, making good work of your focus on the twin in front of you.

His brother is too mesmerised with the way his cock disappears inside your cunt, velvety walls sucking him in and making him groan. He’s had sex before—it just didn’t feel like this: so amazing he might explode. You’re perfect, everything about you is—he bottoms in one fluid motion, making you throw your head back with an breathy moan of his name, giving the spiker an opportunity to suck a hickey on your neck.

Atsumu has long since removed his fingers, squeezing a bottle of lube on his dick to make sure he’ll slip in as smoothly as possible—he does, pushing in slowly and making sure it doesn’t hurt you.

They haven’t even started moving and it’s already overwhelming. Your vision is dotted with stars, your thighs are shaking and your breath is ragged, moans escaping every so often. “Feels—great...” you whimper, toes curling at the blond’s hips finally meet the soft expanse of your ass. “Move...”

And they do. Gently at first, letting you accommodate their sizes, then increasing their pace with every pleasured cry that leaves your lips. Grunts, whimpers, sobs and gasps fill the room as the twins rock their hips, battling over who gets to kiss you first and where, who makes you feel better and who loves you more. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten—but you can’t say anything, your brain to hazy and fucked out to form anything other than broken sounds.

“Look at you—we fucked ya stupid, haven’t we, princess?” Atsumu pants from behind you, nibbling at your ear. “Such a good girl—always so obedient and eager—”

“Yer squeezin’ me so tight, puppy—” Osamu groans, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him. He chuckles at the way your unfocused, teary eyes watch him, tongue lolled out, drool dripping down your chin as you pant and gasp. “So messy, just for us...” he smiles, feeling close. He stills his hips after he pushes in roughly, filling you to the brim with his cum.

Their words spur you on and bring you closer to your orgasm—soon, you break completely with a scream, body spasming and convulsing with the intensity of your release. You fall limp in Atsumu’s waiting arms, and he peppers your neck with sweet kisses as Osamu pulls his softening cock out of you, leaving his brother to chase for his high—he comes soon enough with a muffled groan, and you whine at the slight overstimulation. He shushes you with a kiss to your cheek.

The blond lets your back fall on the bed as he moves to sit next to his twin, watching with a smirk the way your plush thighs still shiver slightly in the aftermath. He loves it when you’re messy like this—cum oozing out of your pretty cunt, face full of tears and drool, sweat glistening on your skin—it gives him a sense of pride. A job well done, as he likes to put it. He fistbumps Osamu, and they smile.

“Ya know what ma’ always says,” the setter starts, grabbing a towel and cleaning you up as you weakly grab his hand—he raises it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it and whispering a soft ‘a love ya, princess’. He crawls next to you, draping an arm over your waist.

“Sharin’ is carin’,” the spiker finishes, flopping on the other side of the bed, placing your head on his bicep. Both of them kiss each of your temples, and you fall into a blissful sleep, warmth and love enveloping you from all sides.

You could get used to this.

[oneirataxiahiraeth]

Peter parker smut?

All Mine

Pairings : fem!reader x PeterParker

Warnings : Language, smut, slight praise kink, jealous!peter,

Summary : after a bad day at school Peter decides to take it out on his girlfriend

Word Count : 1560

His soft heated lips traveled over the sensitive skin on my neck, nipping and sucking at wherever he earned a noise from my lips. His fingers working diligently as he undid my jeans, discarding them somewhere across the room. I hadn’t even had the chance to tell Friday to fuck off before he decided to attack me with his lips.

Of course, I didn’t mind the sudden affection. A hello certainly would’ve been appreciated, though.

Not that this isn’t.

My fingers hid in his soft curls, enjoying the light vibrations he sent through my body as he groaned into my skin.

Peter was never a needy person.... at least not to the point where he couldn’t hold a decent conversation. If he ever wanted something from me he always just asked, and I’m always willingly to help him out. But this...? This was new. This was aggressive, lustful, and honestly so fucking hot I didn’t even have the mind to question it at first.

“Take this off, now.” He murmured against my neck, lifting his head from my skin. He tugged my shirt over my head, his hands moving behind my back, undoing my bra clasps before pushing my back flat against the bed again.

His usual sweet chocolate brown eyes turned black with lust as he looked over me. The longer I got to study his eyes the more odd the suddenly became. Different. Angry.

That darkness in his eyes was of greed and lust, but it definitely held a bit of anger too.

“W-wait,” I hummed, sitting up on both of my elbows, ignoring the loose bra straps sliding down my shoulders. “What’s wrong, babe?” I asked, my lips turning into a small pout.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” His tone was cold, annoyed, like he was sick of my voice even though I hadn’t really spoken all that much since he walked in. “Just missed you today.” He say up on his knees, stripping himself down as he dismissed me well deserved concern.

“You’re upset.” I raised an eyebrow, leaning back out of habit as he continued to climb over top of me.

“Drop it.” I could see him fighting the urge to roll his eyes at me.

“I will... when you tell me what’s got you so riled up.” I replied.

“Can’t I just want to come home and fuck my girlfriend without it turning into a therapy session?” He scoffed, lowering his head to press another hungry kiss to my collarbone.

Peter was fairly easy to read. He was gentle soul, in and out of bed, and this aggression just seemed not to like him. He hated the term ‘fucking’ because it didn’t sound as intimate as just ‘having sex’ with me. He never just comes into my room without saying hi either, whenever he wants to have sex he always just butters me up to the idea of it first.

And as much as I wanted to figure out who had pissed him off so much where he’d use such explicit language, I slowly started to succumb to his touch. My mind slowly slipping away from the dark angry look in his eyes, and getting into how hot my skin suddenly felt under his.

His lips pressed against mine as he shifted on one hand to hold him up over me. The other hands moving to the loose bra straps on my arms, pulling off the piece of clothing and tossing it across the room. Out of habit, I tried to cover myself with my own arm, but the idea was completely shut down when Peter stopped his every movement to grab both of my arms and pinned them above my head.

“Don’t.” He growled, and I felt the raging butterflies circling around my body.

His lips came down upon my breast, his tongue flat against the skin. Sucking and kissing as my back arched, pressing me further into him. He licked a stripe up in between my boobs, blowing lightly on the trail he left, sending a cool sensation through my already burning skin. I was practically already shaking, begging for him to touch me where I actually needed him.

“Please pete-”

“Please what, Princess?” He hummed, his lips floated over my skin until he reached my ear. “Where do you want me, baby?”

My hips grinding up into his, earning a smirk from the brown haired boy. He brought a hand down on my body, ghosting over my warm skin with his cold skin. He usually tried to refrain from using his inhuman strength in bed, but apparently not this time. With barely any force the light fabric of my underwear was ripped from my body and his fingers pressing directly on my clit. I moaned out in the air, watching as his smirk faded into pure concentration.

“I’d love to keep playing, but I really need to feel you right now.” He mumbled, taking his hand away from my heat, and bringing it into his own body.

He reached into his boxers, pulling out his length as he prepared himself for me. I took my chance, pressing soft kisses along the side of his face and down his neck until he was ready. My legs spreading open just for him, as I felt his line himself up with my entrance.

“Good?” He asked and I nodded, slipping himself into slowly with the confirmation.

I moaned as I felt him bottom out, reaching a spot inside me I’m not sure anyone else would ever be able to. He let out a shaky breath, allowing me to adjust to him before rocking his hips into me at a steady pace.

“God your so fucking tight, Princess.” He moaned, his hot breath tickling my skin.

“You feel so good in me baby.” I moaned out, gasping at how his hips snap right into place.

My heart racing as his our bodies collided. My mouth hung open, enjoying the euphoria he sent through me as I felt the heat already beginning to build in the pit of my stomach.

“Oh my fuck, harder, baby.” I hummed, my arm wrapping around him as he wasted absolutely no time.

It almost hurt with how hard he was going, but the pleasure trumped all the pain. Peter was almost physically incapable of actually hurting me, which made this all the more enjoyable.

“Right there,” I noticed as his jaw clenched at my words, his eyes trained down on me as if i was a question on his homework. “S-so goo I squealed out, his hand moving to the headboard. His other gripping onto my leg, hiking it up his side as he tried to find a deeper angle.

“All mine.” He grumbled, and I didn’t even think to question it.

“All y-yours baby.”

“You like that?” He asks, his breathing heavy, as I tried to form sounds other than moans. “Like when I’m rough with you?”

“I f-fucking love it, pete.” I whined. “You feel s-so good.” My bottom lip caught in the between my teeth as his hand leaves the steady headboard.

His hands moved to gripping onto my legs, pushing them as far apart as he could as he fucked into me. The moans I let out louder than I intended then to come out, definitely going to get us into trouble if anyone would’ve heard. He felt so good fucking into me, my walls clenching around him as I raced closer to the edge.

“Say my name.”

I didn’t catch it the first time, so I didn’t respond. My mind was too busy on the feeling of bliss rushing through me to comprehend what he had said the first time.

“Say my name, or you won’t be cumming for a long while.” He spat. “I know you’re close too, aren’t you?” His voice was cold, but a trace of amusement hidden as my jaw hung open.

“Fuck- Peter.” I moaned out, his thrusts quickening, making me cry out his name again.

“Louder.”

“God, Peter!”

There was no way someone didn’t hear that.

“Can’t hear you Princess, whose fucking you like this?” He hummed, narcissism placed in his breathy tone. It was enough to make me want to cum right here.

“Peter- ah, your fucking me so good!” I growl through my teeth as loud as I could.

“Damn fucking right.” He murmured, slipping himself out, and before I could protest flipping me over onto my knees, slamming himself back in.

I let out a pleasure cry at the difference in angles, my hands gripping at what was my nicely made bed. I was close, oh so fucking close, his hand holding me up by my waist so I wouldn’t fall flat on my stomach.

“Fuck pete- ah, I’m gonna cum.” I moaned out, my eyes rolling back at his pace just continued.

“Cum for me Princess, I’m right behind you.” He groaned, moving one of his hands to my clit, his finger circling as he tried to get me to fall apart before him.

My moans were loud and uncontrollable, my body nearly limp and my cunt aching around him as he brought me over the edge, fucking into me until I was shaking under him, clenching enough to have him pull out and release everything onto my back.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he breathed out, flipping my over yet again. “I’ve had a long day.” He sighed.

“Tell me about it?”

“Later.” He mumbled, spreading my legs the way he had them before. “Kinda busy right now.”

[hongism]

glutton - hhj + lmh ft. hjs 18+

➻ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader x lee minho ft. han jisung ➻ wc: 6k ._. ➻ genre: pwp, smut ➻ rating: 18+, M ➻ warnings: spanking, oral: m and f receiving, ties, thigh riding, humiliation, mirrors, cum play, lots of praise, punishment, double penetration, spit-roasting, hair pulling, pussy slapping, hyunjin tongue piercing, fingering, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, cum eating, cum swallowing, dom/sub themes, soft dom!hyunjin, hard dom!minho, sub!reader, brat!reader, sweat, choking, dirty talk, degradation, sir kink, use of kitten/princess, light bondage, finger sucking, exhibitionism, voyeurism, face-fucking, pain kink, rough sex, creampie, size kink, crying during sex, unprotected sex, safewords/signals, marking, tongue sucking(??), spit as lube, lube, anal fingering, cock-warming, masturbation, oral fixation, big dick hyunho, throat bulging, cumming untouched, spitting/spit play ➻ a/n: nobody talk about how long the warnings are okay? no one say anything. just let me have a moment okay? it’s fine i’m fine everything is fine we’re great just let it happen okay? count the smut tags for a fun time :D

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“What do you think you’re doing, princess?”

The voice is cool and smooth, coating the skin around your ear like a sheet of silk, and you try to lean back against the man. He moves out of your way before you get to touch him though, and a small whine slips through your lips. Minho releases a soft chuckle upon hearing the sound. Strong fingers reach up to wrap around the hair close to your scalp, and he yanks your head back with a sharp tug.

“I asked you a question, lovely.” His tone sends shivers down your spine. Bolts of arousal hit your core, and that, coupled with the sensation of Minho tugging at your hair, nearly makes you moan out to the empty air before you.

“N-Nothing,” you respond after a second. Minho isn’t pleased with your answer though, and a quiet growl hits your ears. Minho pushes your head forward, releasing your hair, and you actually do moan this time.

“Nothing, kitten? It didn’t look like nothing.” Minho moves around you, coming into view as he crossed in front of you at last. You lick at your lower lip as he steps into your line of sight. His plain black shirt somehow manages to be both tight and loose at the same time, fabric clinging to his arms and chest like a vice while it hangs more loosely around his hips and waist. You always tell him that he looks best in all black like this, the tight black pants leaving little to the imagination as you drag your gaze over his clothed bulge. Hyunjin is nowhere to be seen, but you know that won’t last long. As soon as he realizes that you and Minho have disappeared from the party downstairs, he’ll be joining you, and that’s when the real fun will start. For now though, you want to test your luck with Minho and see how much he can take before snapping.

The ‘nothing’ in question would be none other than Han Jisung, the host of this very party and the man you were grinding against less than ten minutes ago. You were having quite a bit of fun too, seeing Minho get more and more riled up by your teasing actions until he broke enough to guide you upstairs to an empty bedroom with a forceful hand resting against your back.

Minho leans closer to you all of a sudden, head tilted to the side as he watches your expression with a cold gaze. You lift your chin by instinct, and your lips part a bit in expectation. Minho doesn’t give you what you want though. He laughs a little and lets the fingers you want so desperately trail over his own lips as he thinks. It’s punishment enough as it is, dangling the thing you want so badly in front of your face, but it still isn’t enough for Minho.

“What am I going to do with you, slut? You’d fuck anyone that looked at you. We can’t have that now, can we?” Minho arches a brow in your direction. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, lifting one side ever so slightly. The arrogance behind the action makes wetness pool between your legs.

“I don’t see the issue with it, sir.” Your words are borderline dangerous; their teasing lilt crawling under Minho’s skin, and you know you’ve bothered him because of the way his jaw shifts. His eyes flash as he looks at you.

“I’ll show you the issue with it, you whore. So desperate for cock that you’d take it from anyone, is that it? You get off on being a dirty little slut?” Minho moves towards you, head tilting from side to side as he hisses the words. You squeeze your thighs together in attempts to quell the ache between your legs. Minho notices within an instant, and he snakes a hand between your thighs, twisting it to push your legs apart again. “Don’t even think about getting yourself off, slut. Only good girls get what they want.”

“I’ve… I’ve been a good girl, sir,” you counter, blinking up at Minho through fluttering lashes. Your muscles twitch under Minho’s faint touch, and even though he isn’t even touching your core, you could cum from the contact.

“Grinding against another man while your boyfriends are only a few feet away is you being good? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” Minho slips his hand out from between your thighs and lifts it to your chin. You try to catch his fingers between your lips, but he closes his hand around your throat before you can. Small gasps leave you as he squeezes ever so slightly. With slow and calculated steps, Minho pushes you backward until your back hits the wall. It’s surprisingly cool against your exposed skin; the tanktop covering your torso doesn’t do much to protect you from the chill. “Words, kitten.”

“N-No, sir. I’ve been – I’ve been obedient. Listened to you. Been good for you,” you stammer through the pressure against your neck.

“And yet you were just ready to fuck another man. A fucking slut, if you ask me.”

You want to squeeze your thighs together as another wave of arousal hits you. Minho doesn’t let you do that; instead, he slips his muscular thigh between your legs and presses it flush against your clothed core. Weak whimpers fall from your lips at the sudden pressure. Minho’s hand slips away from your throat and moves off to the side. His attention drifts for only a second, but you take that second to roll your hips forward, core rubbing against the hard muscles of Minho’s thigh. A low growl reverberates through his chest as he jerks his chin back to look at you.

“Hands. Now.” You don’t have time to think before Minho pushes your arms down and holds them behind your back. You didn’t see him pick up a tie at any point, but seeing as you are in some random person’s bedroom, there could be anything here that Minho can use against you. It doesn’t take long for him to wrap the tie around your wrists, binding them together with haste. He doesn’t tie it too tight, just enough for you to not be able to slip out of them or use your hands effectively, and your lips fold into a delicate pout when you realize it. He knows how much you love to touch him. You always have to have your hands on him, touching him and trailing over his body, and he’s just taken that privilege away from you. If you weren’t certain that you’re in trouble before, you most definitely are now.

“S-Sir,” you plea, pout deepening as you writhe against the bonds. Minho leans back with a satisfied grin. His thigh remains between yours, and as his smirk stretches wider, he flexes the muscle against your core.

“Go ahead, slut. Try to get off on my thigh now.”

“Th-This isn’t – ah, M-Minho, this isn’t – isn’t f-fair.” His constant movements against your folds elicit soft gasps from you, and you squirm as he presses harder against your throbbing core. The man above you laughs through his nose and leans closer to your face. His hot breath fans over your lips as he speaks again, this time in a much softer and colder tone.

“You know what else isn’t fair? Grinding against my best friend while I’m several feet away. So if I tell you to ride my fucking thigh, you better do so, slut.” Minho pulls away before you can press your lips against his, and your disappointment comes out in a high-pitched whine.

You brace yourself on the wall as best you can, placing your hands flat against the cold surface. At that moment, you realize that you aren’t against a wall at all, and you shift your head to look. The reflection looking back at you confirms those suspicions. Minho refuses to let your attention stay on the mirror for long. He rolls his hips forward, thigh rubbing harshly against your clothed clit, and you bring your head forward again to look at the man. The angle is awkward with your arms twisted behind your back. Minho has you pinned to the mirror, hands splayed on either side of your head, and your tongue almost throbs at the thought of having his fingers between your lips. That mental image spurs you to rock your hips up against Minho’s thigh. He all but purrs as you begin to obey his commands, a pleased smirk stretching his lips.

You can’t get enough friction like this; his thigh seems so far away despite it being pressed flush against your folds, and no matter how hard you try to chase an orgasm, you can’t manage to do so. Minho watches you struggle with amusement in his eyes. Something tells you that this isn’t the full extent of the punishment he has in mind for you, and you honestly hope it isn’t because there’s at least one more thing you want him to do before he fucks you senseless.

He catches you off-guard after a few minutes of struggling to ride his thigh. Fingers press your lips open, and you moan before he even slips them into your mouth, tongue slipping out to coat his digits in saliva. His hands are a bit damp with sweat, and he tastes salty, but you relish the taste as he pushes his fingers all the way into your mouth. His thumb anchors on your chin, and he gives one shallow thrust into your mouth. You aren’t expecting it when an orgasm crashes over you, and neither is Minho. Your thighs squeeze around his leg, body trembling as you cum, and Minho pulls his fingers out of your mouth. He huffs in annoyance, removing his thigh from between your legs. You nearly slump to the ground thanks to your legs feeling like jelly, but Minho holds you up, hands coming to rest on your biceps.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to cum, princess.”

“I-I’m sorry, sir. I d-didn’t mean to, I promise, I really didn’t mean to. I just – your fingers–” You cut off with a startled yelp as Minho spins you around and presses you facefirst against the mirror. His hands snake around the front of your hips to tug your zipper down, then he yanks your pants to the floor in one motion. A shaky moan escapes you when you realize what’s coming next. You couldn’t be more grateful for an early orgasm as Minho’s rough hands roll over your ass.

The snap of skin against skin resounds. Your ass burns from the impact, the flat of Minho’s hand leaving a stinging sensation across your skin. Another slap comes a second later, and you buck your hips forward, biting down so hard on your lip that you could draw blood. A moan threatens to tumble forth, but if Minho notices how much you’re enjoying the punishment, he’ll stop, so you bite the moans back and take spank after spank until your chest is heaving. Each slap causes your head to spin, thighs pressing together in attempts to spur another orgasm. Minho times each one just far enough apart to make the orgasm dangle just out of reach. A whine must slip out without you noticing because Minho halts his movements to press against you, lips hot on your ear.

“What was that, kitten?”

“No-Nothing, sir.”

Minho exhales against your skin, and you shiver at the touch of his breath. His eyes aren’t on you – at least not directly, because he looks just past you to blink at your reflection in the mirror. Something about the intensity of his stare causes embarrassment to coil in your gut.

“God, look at you. Such a slut for me. You’re practically drooling from getting spanked.” Air hisses through his teeth as he inhales sharply. Fingers trail down your back and cling to the tie around your wrists. Minho yanks you back, a few moans slipping out of you as he does. “Look at yourself while I spank, princess. See how pathetic and needy you are. Desperate little slut.”

You do as asked. Shame burns your neck and cheeks as you watch your own expression. Minho’s hand comes down against the curve of your ass again. Your face contorts, lips parting in a silent moan and brows tightening as you ride out the impact. The sight is so raw and filthy, and you’ll never tell Minho but arousal twists through you. When he brings his hand down to your ass again, you squeeze your thighs together with just enough pressure, and a second orgasm hits. You slump against the mirror as your knees give out. Minho holds you up by your wrists, having no mercy and continuing to spank you until your orgasm passes.

“How can you be such a fucking slut, kitten? Cum untouched because I’m spanking you?” Minho pulls you back against his chest. His lips drag over your jaw, pressing soft kisses against your skin and traveling lower with his next words. “Someone is a glutton for punishment.”

Rather than responding, you twist in Minho’s hold and manage to turn to face him. His lips continue to trail a path of wet kisses down your neck. The sudden gentleness makes you overwhelmingly sensitive, especially as he presses you against the cold mirror. He snakes his hands down to slide between your ass and the chill of the mirror when he hears your startled hiss. His hands massage soft circles into the skin he just spanked. Finally, he kisses you on the lips, and he slips his tongue into your wet cavern after only a second. You revel in the swiftness of his actions, taking his tongue between your teeth and sucking lightly at the muscle. A soft moan leaves you. Minho trails his hands up to pull at the knots of the tie around your wrists. You can wiggle loose this time, and the second you’re free, you throw your arms around Minho’s neck and tangle your fingers in his hair.

“F-Fuck, that’s hot.” The sudden intrusion of a new and somewhat foreign voice causes you to pull off Minho, and you both jerk to see whoever just stepped in. Hyunjin is the first to come into view, although you know it wasn’t his voice that just spoke. He has his hand closed around someone’s collar, and you can’t figure out who it is through the hazy darkness until Hyunjin says his name.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, Sungie.”

Jisung.

Your jaw nearly drops to the floor. Minho releases a throaty chuckle as he glances over your shock. Hyunjin ignores the two of you in favor of pulling Jisung further into the room and locking the door behind him.

“Did you think your punishment was over, princess?” Minho says, his tone sickly sweet against your skin, and a bead of sweat drips from his chin to your shoulder. “He is going to watch every second of this. Watch us fuck you raw and senseless. Claim you as ours. So that you both know who you belong to.”

“I-I–” you swallow around nothing. The situation should be embarrassing and shameful on so many levels, but as you watch Hyunjin situate a chair directly across from the king-sized bed, your core tightens with arousal and heat pools in your gut. You want Jisung to watch them use you and fuck you without mercy. To see you in shambles because of the way they fuck you. You want him to see it all and know that he’s one of the reasons behind it.

Minho’s hands are at your waist and moving lower and lower by the second. You can’t take your eyes off Jisung, too lost in your imagination to focus on anything else. Minho pulls your underwear down first and lets it pool around your ankles, then he stands back up straight to tug your tank top off. Your bra follows soon after, and Minho tosses it at Jisung’s face with a cruel smile.

“That’s all you’re gonna get to touch tonight, Sungie.” You help him pull the clothes clinging to his body off, shirt damp with sweat. It’s harder to get his pants off with his straining cock, but he stops you before you can start pulling them down. “Foot of the bed. Right in front of Jisung.”

You move quickly to follow the command, going to stand in front of the chair Jisung is now perched in. Hyunjin stands beside him with arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes rake over your naked body as you walk by him, equal parts lust and hunger in them, and the burn of his gaze makes goosebumps rise across your skin. Minho follows you to the bed and sits down on the edge of it. All he does is spread his legs ever so slightly, smirking down at you rather than speaking. Having been with him for so long, you know exactly what he wants.

You fall to your knees in front of his crotch, hands sliding over his still-clothed thighs. You work the button open and tug at the zipper. Your fingers brush over the prominent bulge underneath, and Minho hisses at the contact, hands clenching around the comforter under him. He lifts his hips a bit when you start tugging the pants down. You feel the mattress dip slightly, but it’s not because of Minho; rather, it’s Hyunjin climbing up behind the man, shirt gone and forgotten as he drapes his long arms over Minho’s shoulders and presses soft kisses to the shell of his ear. You hurry to get rid of the rest of Minho’s clothes, eager to put his dick in your mouth. It’s been too long since you had something in your mouth, you miss the heat of Minho’s fingers and tongue, and you only grow more wanton as you watch Hyunjin curl the ball of his tongue piercing over Minho’s ear.

Minho hisses as you yank the band of his underwear over his erection, and his large cock bounces up against his abdomen. The tip already glistens with beads of precum. You don’t waste any more time in wrapping your fingers around the base of his member. When you pull him between your lips, he brings a hand to the back of your head, combing through your locks with a lust-filled gaze on your mouth. You coat the tip of his cock with small licks at first and dribble strings of spit over him so you can pump the remainder of his member with more ease. You certainly can’t fit the entirety of his cock in your mouth, but Minho loves seeing how small you look with his dick stretching your lips wide open as you bop up and down on him.

You work your way up to that though, taking your time in lavishing his length with gentle kisses and licking long stripes up the underside of his cock. You trace each bulging vein with care before swirling your tongue over the weeping slit of his cock. You take as much as you can in one go, managing to get halfway down before he presses against your throat. A small gag slips through and you pull off in haste to take a quick inhale of air before going down on him again.

Minho throws his head back against Hyunjin’s shoulder, hand limp in your hair as you bob up and down on his member. He hits the back of your throat with each thrust. You’re getting more used to the sensation with each passing second and try to take him deeper and deeper until your nose presses against his shaved crotch. You hesitate there for a few seconds, letting your throat squeeze around him, and Minho lets out a choked moan. You blink up at him as you pull up, sure to make a show out of the way his cock pulls at your lips. His breaths are labored and quick already. Hyunjin’s hands work at his nipples, teasing them as he sucks dark marks against Minho’s collarbone. Minho almost looks helpless like this, and that encourages you to continue your ministrations on his member. He always looks so pretty when gasping for breath with stuttering hips. You are determined to get him there in seconds.

When you next drop your lips over his cock, you hollow your cheeks along his length, bobbing up and down on him with haste. Hyunjin’s touches must increase in frequency as well because Minho’s small gasps turn into low moans that resound alongside the lewd noises of your mouth bouncing on his cock. He bucks his hips up into your mouth, forcing his cock further down your throat, and you move with him. His legs are beginning to twitch and jerk, and you know that he’s close to cumming, so you pull off and press your tongue to the tip of his member as you continue to jerk him off with one of your hands. He cums with a prolonged moan. Hot cum spurts over your tongue and chin, and you giggle a bit breathlessly as you watch him twitch under Hyunjin’s incessant touches. Minho recovers from the orgasm quickly though, and he reaches down to cup your chin, collecting the excess cum from your skin onto his fingers. A small whimper falls from your lips as he teases your mouth with the same fingers. He only fucks his fingers into your wet heat once you show him that you haven’t swallowed the cum in your mouth yet.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, thrusting his cum-covered fingers into your mouth with fervor. You suck at his digits, eager to both take his cum and have his fingers in your mouth. He keeps his fingers there as he stands up on sturdy legs, and Hyunjin is forced to pull off him as he moves. Minho shifts you so that you can see Jisung out the corner of your eye, and honestly, you had forgotten that he was there because he’s been so quiet. Minho pries your mouth open a little wider, keeping his fingers where they are, then leans down to add a dribbling of spit to the mess of cum and saliva in your mouth. “Swallow.”

As his fingers slip out, you close your lips and swallow the mixture, wincing a little as it burns a path down your throat. You drop your jaw once it’s down to show Minho that you did as asked. Jisung squirms in the chair next to you. You can see the bulge of his erection in his pants but he doesn’t do anything about it as Minho pulls you to your feet and lifts you onto the bed. Hyunjin is there to greet you, antsy hands rushing to run all over your body. Your lips meet in a clash of spit and teeth. Hyunjin slips his tongue between your lips, and you rush to latch onto the muscle. The metal bead brushes against your teeth, warm from the heat of his mouth, and you suck on his wet muscle. The action draws a moan from him, one that vibrates against your mouth. Minho is a talented kisser, yes, but kissing Hyunjin never gets old, especially when he gets more vocal and puts that piercing to use.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to kiss him for long because Minho tugs you back a bit. Hyunjin releases a huff of air as you detach, then climbs off the bed to shed the rest of his clothes with haste. You brace yourself for the touch of Minho’s fingers against your folds, but instead, something much more wet hits you. You nearly squeal as Minho latches onto your hips and tugs you back. All of a sudden, you are perched over his pretty face, and his glinting eyes look up at you unblinking and intense. The lower half of his face is shrouded by your crotch and thighs. When another wet sensation drags over your folds, you release a weak whimper. You’re already sensitive from two orgasms, but you know Minho won’t let you off his face until you’ve had at least two more.

Hyunjin pulls your attention back to him with his long fingers. They trail over your chin and pull you lower and lower until you’re face to face with Hyunjin’s now-exposed cock. He’s a bit longer than Minho, who is already impressive in length as it is, but a tad on the slimmer side. You tease the corners of your mouth as you look over his member, eager to wrap your lips around him.

“Fuck, can’t wait to fuck your pretty little mouth, kitten,” Hyunjin groans. He teases your lips with the tip of his cock, smearing dribbles of precum over your skin. “See my big cock bulge in your tiny throat like always, yeah?”

You can only manage a hasty nod; the sensation of Minho’s tongue between your folds clouds all coherent thought.

“Safeword, princess?” Hyunjin asks. He brings a hand down to cup your chin and forces you to look him in the eye.

“Three taps on the thigh if I can’t breathe, six if I need you to stop.”

“Good girl,” he coos with a gentle smile. Hyunjin pushes into your wet heat with one quick thrust. He easily hits the back of your throat without bottoming out, and he stops there for the time being. A hand wraps around your hair, and Hyunjin steadies his grip before giving a shallow thrust into your mouth. You moan around his member, letting your jaw go slack as he starts to fuck into you slowly. Minho’s tongue continues to work magic between your legs. He snakes the muscle down lower to tease your hole a few times then fucks his tongue into you without warning. Again you moan around Hyunjin’s cock, but this time, the action urges Hyunjin to bury himself further in your throat. The strain is intense and painful for a few seconds. You worry that it won’t pass, ready to bring up a hand to Hyunjin’s thigh, but he shifts the angle, and all of a sudden, he’s sliding against your tight throat without any pain on your end.

A sharp stinging sensation blossoms over your core, and your gut nearly convulsed from the sudden blinding pleasure. You don’t realize what Minho is up to until he repeats the motions, slapping the flat of his hand against your clit as his tongue fucks in and out of you. Your moans are lewd and frequent, the only thing holding them back is Hyunjin’s cock rubbing against your throat. The next slap to your clit sends you over the edge a third time, and your thighs tremble around Minho’s head as he refuses to let up, fingers spanking against your overstimulated and sensitive clit until he’s satisfied. Hyunjin pulls out of your mouth with haste as he sees you cumming, letting you take several gasps of air to recover from the intense pleasure. When he pushes back into your mouth, you can barely hold yourself up, muscles weak and shaky already.

Two fingers push into your cunt alongside Minho’s tongue. He makes quick work of scissoring you open like that, dragging his wet muscle between those fingers every time he stretches you open. That doesn’t last as long as you want it to, and Minho’s fingers leave your heat to travel elsewhere. If you could gasp, you would, but Hyunjin is still keeping your mouth preoccupied. Minho traces over your puckered hole with his index finger, humming against your core as he pushes into the tight ring. He moves with gentle and slow motions and hesitates each time your hole tightens around his digit. You know he’s prepping you in advance for Hyunjin – Minho has never been one to particularly enjoy anal – and you’re grateful that he’s going ahead with it while eating you out because you can distract yourself from the lack of lube.

He manages to slip a second finger in with relative ease, fingers slick with spit and your juices. Hyunjin’s thrusts slow in pace, and he pauses to let you catch your breath again as Minho fucks his fingers into your ass. You whine at the empty sensation in your mouth and reach for Hyunjin’s glistening member, but he pushes your hand down before you can catch hold of him.

“Let Min work you open a bit, baby girl. I gotta make sure you breathe properly during this, okay?” Hyunjin thumbs over your chin again, caving as you catch one of his long fingers between your lips. You suck at it with fervor, and a pleased hum leaves you when he adds two more fingers to your mouth. He pumps his cock with his free hand, keeping close to your face while you suck on his fingers. “You’re doing so well, princess. Fuck, look how well you’re taking Min’s fingers.”

The quiet praises send shocks of pleasure through you. You’re certain that you could cum again like this, especially if Hyunjin praises you any more, but he doesn’t, and Minho pulls his mouth off you unexpectedly. You whine around Hyunjin’s fingers at the sudden loss of contact. Minho pays you no mind as he slips out from under your body and kneels behind you, pulling you up by the hips. Hyunjin tugs his fingers out of your mouth as Minho teases your folds with the head fo his cock. He’s warm when he pushes into you. The stretch of his large member is painless; he prepped you well for it, and when he starts thrusting in and out of you, you release a chorus of moans. Hyunjin returns to your mouth, dragging a finger over your swollen lips before muffling your moans with his cock.

He���s already close when he starts fucking back into your mouth, so he doesn’t last long. He pulls out after a handful of thrusts and jerks himself to completion, hot strands of cum coating your open mouth and face. A few bits of cum dribble to the bed, but Hyunjin is quick to scoop them up and smear them over your neck. He purrs as he looks down at you, admiring you like you’re a work of art he just created, then he gathers the white strands and pushes them into your mouth. He doesn’t stop until he’s gotten every last drop, and you just wait for him to finish his work. Hyunjin bends down to capture your lips in a hot kiss before you swallow his load. His tongue swirls over yours, pushing the cum around so it coats every last bit of your mouth. Long fingers close around your throat as he kisses you, and you moan at the slight squeeze he gives to your skin.

You don’t even realize it, but the overwhelming pleasure from Minho’s thrusts and Hyunjin’s worship in your mouth causes something in you to snap. Hyunjin is the first to notice the tears streaming down your cheeks, bringing his hand off your throat to wipe them away with a furrowed brow.

“Kitten, are you in pain?”

You shake your head almost instantly so that Minho doesn’t slow his thrusts.

“F-Feels so – so good, s-sir. Feels so good. I-I – fuck, I c-can’t–” You cut off with a loud whine, and Hyunjin shushes you with a soft kiss. He continues to pepper your skin with similar kisses while you babble, pleasure clouding your thoughts. “So big, s-sir is so big. Feels so – so good, Jinnie.”

“I know, baby, I know.” Hyunjin exchanges a glance with the man behind you. Minho’s thrusts halt out of the blue, and the warmth in your cunt disappears as he pulls out. Before you have time to complain, Minho is pulling you over his body as he falls back into a reclining position. You let him position you, too weak from the pleasure and lust to do more than move your legs over his hips. He doesn’t fuck back into you yet though, and Hyunjin disappears to move behind you. You inhale sharply as the taller man suddenly prods at your ass, hands splayed over your skin and pushing your cheeks apart. He enters you slowly, hissing as your tight hole swallows him up. Minho whispers soft praises into your ear as you take Hyunjin deeper and deeper until he’s fully sheathed in you.

“You’re doing so well, kitten. Such a good little girl for us, no?” Minho murmurs against your skin, and you instinctively nod along to his words. Hyunjin doesn’t move, remaining still in your ass for what feels like hours. The burning sting subsides and leaves you desperate for movement, but Hyunjin still doesn’t start thrusting. Minho guides his cock back to your folds, pressing just the tip in, and he watches you expression with intense scrutiny. You can’t focus on his gaze as he continues to push into you.

No matter how many times the three of you do this, you always feel like you’re being split in two when they both penetrate you. The pain is unimaginable, but you grin and bear it because the pleasure it gives you after is the best pleasure you’ve ever had. Minho finally bottoms out, and a small hiss whistles through his gritted teeth when your walls squeeze tight around his cock.

“P-Please move,” you whisper, cracking an eye open to gauge Minho’s expression. As soon as he hears your permission, the glint in his eyes settles back into lust, and his hips buck against yours. Hyunjin moves in time with Minho. His cock slides in and out of you, and each thrust leaves you with a pleasant burn that has you moaning between the two men. Minho’s hands linger on your hips as he fucks you, guiding you against his dick.

It’s a miracle that you keep it together as long as you do, but the barrage of pleasure is too much to handle. A final orgasm hits you with more force than the last ones. It fills your entire body with warmth, gaze going fuzzy as Minho and Hyunjin fuck you through it. Hyunjin is next to cum, and he buries himself deep in your ass before cumming into you with a groan. Minho continues to chase his orgasm, thrusting up into you wildly as Hyunjin huffs above you. You squeeze your velvet walls around his cock in efforts to bring him over the edge quicker. It works like a charm; moments later, Minho’s hips still, and he cums in you. He releases a shaky exhale, hands maintaining a tight grip on your hips as you slump against his chest.

The exhaustion settles in quickly. Even when Hyunjin pulls out of you, you feel warm, and Minho doesn’t move either, cock and cum still deep in you. You drop your head to his chest and glance over to where Jisung still sits. His jaw is dropped a bit, shock evident on his features, but one quick glance down at his pants shows you that he enjoyed himself a bit too much and came all over his stomach.

“We’ll be using your shower then, Sungie,” Hyunjin announces, rolling off the bed with a content sigh. Minho laughs through his nose, and the air causes small goosebumps to rise over your skin. He sits up with you still on his softening cock. You latch onto him, arms draping over his shoulders before he can even think about pulling out of you, and he pulls the two of you off the bed to follow Hyunjin into the bathroom. Over Minho’s shoulder, you can see Jisung’s still-shocked expression of disbelief. He recovers just before Minho closes the bathroom door behind the two of you and calls out to you with a shaky but clear tone.

“W-We’re gonna do this again sometime, right?”

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