#hes. slightly. fucked up. uhm. but would you believe me if i said this was my first time messing around with carving a real plate...

[buwheal]

get turned into a print idiot

hrrrghhh i fixed a few things afterwards this was just a test print,, but... when im done with the other stuff i need to do with,, i really want to try printing on a shirt for myself :-3

[seungfl0wer]

*Confession Or Dare*

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Virgin!Chan, Cursing, P in V, Multiple Rounds, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Fluffy loving ending. Slightly Proofread. Sorry if I forgot any.

Request can be found here! Hopefully this is good :( I wrote it while in the car and half asleep so it honestly feels like a fever dream lol.

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Felix had invited you over for game night again. The last time you were over you were complete shit faced and ended up cuddled up to Chan. Nothing happened but when it’s mentioned it always makes him blush so much.

Chan was such an attractive man and knowing it made him blush always gave you butterflies. This highly gorgeous man becoming all flustered when it came to you.

The night started off as normal, you all playing games drinking and munching back on Felix’s cookies. Minho suggested playing truth or dare which everyone roared about. Last time you guys placed this Jeongin ended up streaking down the road and you found out Jisung masturbated 3 times that day. You know. Normal stuff for friends.

“Felix truth or dare?” Jeongin asked with a devilish smile.

“Dare” Felix replied with an eyebrow raised.

Jeongins smile grew as he spoke “I dare you to go to the fridge and eat one of those spicy peppers of Minhos with no drink”

Felix’s whined “are you trying to kill me?” He said getting up heading to the fridge. “What if don’t? What’s the punishment?” He asked looking at the pepper with a gulp.

“If you don’t you can’t game for the next 2 days” jeongin challenged.

Felix groaned taking a big chunk out of the pepper swallowing it fast. His face grew red as the heat started to kick in coughing at random.

“Y/n truth or dare?” Seungmin asked you, felix dying in the background.

“Uhm truth?” You said looking at Felix not wanting that to happen to you.

“What’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done in bed?” He asked the other boys waited for your answer wide eyed.

You sighed before answering “Hmm at the park on the bench, sitting on my exs lap as people passed.” You said almost to nonchalantly.

Everyone just kinda stared at you, faces red as they listened. Chans face was beat red as he shifted a little his slightly hard cock poking up at your words.

You stared at everyone “what? You asked I just answered” you giggled.

As the game went on Chan couldn’t stop thinking about it. His head swirling with thoughts of you, how soft you must feel. How hot it would be if you’d do the same thing with him.

“Earth to Chris” Felix said teasingly as he waved his hand across his face.

Chan blinked “ah sorry was a bit zoned out” he said with a chuckle.

“Truth or dare” Minho said, as he said early but Chan was to lost in his thoughts to hear the first time.

“Oh let’s go with truth I guess” Chan said nervously.

“How many people have you slept with?” Minho asked.

Chans eyes went wide “well uhm- zero” he said softly.

Everyone’s eyes went wide staring dumb at him. “There’s no fucking way- you’re a virgin??” Changbin said as Minho started to laugh.

“I mean I’ve done things just not- just not sex” he said feeling a bit embarrassed now. He looked over at you, you were staring at him with a soft blush.

The boys continued to teased him for a few minutes not understanding how he could be. “Chan you’re- well you how can you be a virgin dude?” Jisung asked.

Chan shrugged “i don’t know just never felt right with someone” he said softly. He looked over at you again. He’d give anything if he could do it with you. He’s had such a crush on you for a while. He wasn’t sure about his feelings until the day you two ended up cuddling together.

He’ll never tell you but you admitted you had a crush on him in your drunk state. He only half heartily believed you wondering if you were just out of your mind drunk.

A few hours had passed and your buzz had wore off, however you still didn’t want to drive home. You were just gonna crash on the couch until Chan offered you his bed again. You smiled excepting of course, this time you were actually coherent and in the right mind to remember.

“Thanks for letting me crash in here again” you said with a smile.

“Of course, the couch is so hard.” He said with a laugh.

As you both crawled into bed you sighed, Chans bed was so comfortable and it just smelled like heaven. You could feel him become a bit tense as you pushed your body back against his. You smiled to yourself a bit feeling him becoming hard. You moved again this time on purpose, you could hear him moan softly. The sound sending jolt through your body straight to your core.

“Chan” you said softly. He let out a soft hum in response. “I can help change that you know? I mean the whole virgin thing. If you wanted to..” you blurted out.

He almost choked on air as tried to wrap his mind around what you just said. “I- you really want to?” he said in a croak.

You nodded, making him groan in response “oh- ok I would love to but just know I’ve- I’ve never done it before so might not be good” he said his face as red as tomato now.

You smirked “don’t worry handsome you can use me till you get the hang of it” you said voice low and hot. You pushed yourself back onto Chan more feeling how hard he was already. “Channie need you” you said voice faint head already empty.

He groaned eyes fluttering “yeah? What- what do you need?” He said as he leaned his body against you. “You I need you, please f- fuck Me” you said trying to be as sexy as possible.

His hands wondered to your hips pulling you against his cock harder. He started to rut against your ass letting out small sounds. He could honestly cum like this, the feeling of having you so close and knowing you wanted him? His mind was fuzzy.

You pulled away swiftly pulling your shorts down to your knees pushing your now bare ass against him. Chan let out a deep whine he quickly did the same his hard cock smacking against your ass.

He pushed his cock between your folds, humping into your soft thighs. His hands gripped around you wondering your body now. “Fuck y/n are you positive about this?” He asked again wanting to make sure.

“Mhm.. so fucking sure please use me channie” your words came out as a long moan the feeling of him making your cunt clench. You needed him just as bad, you had some many thoughts of this. How he’d look, sound, taste everything.

“You’re soaked already” he said his head now in the crook of your neck. He left soft kisses to your neck as he moved more letting all your juices coat him nicely. “Can- can I put it in?” He asked his voice sounding desperate.

As soon as you nod he was trying to push the head in. He felt embarrassed when he kept slipping letting out a whine. “I’m sorry” he said softly before aligning himself up right to finally push in. The smallest bit in he was already gone. “Sh-shit. You’re so fucking warm-“

He fucked into you sloppily, feeling you so tightly around him. “Can- can I play with your pretty breasts?” He asked. You smiled at his request “You can touch anywhere- anywhere you want I’m all yours”

Your words stirred something in him, his thrust become deeper as he played with your tits his lips attached to your neck. He was leaving wet kisses as he sucked pretty little marks on you. His hand came down to play with your pussy as he fucked into you.

The way your pussy pulled him in, clenching around him was to much. “Y/n fuck- you feel to good- I’m gonna cum” he said in a high pitched whine.

He was filling you up, hitting all your sweet spots. How could this be his first time? Fuck he was so good at it, he just felt perfect like he was made for you. “Ah channie cum it’s ok” you said pushing yourself back to meet his thrusts.

“I don’t want it to end- fuck- but you feel so good- ah fuck you’re so warm so fucking warm” he kept rambling as his high was coming close. “Y/n I can’t- to good- you feel to fucking good oh my god!” His voice sounded strained.

He came in that moment hands pulling you close as possible as he pumped himself deep into you. “Fuck y/n- fuck!” He moaned. The feeling of him cumming pushed you over the edge his hand never stopping on your clit. You came with in a few minutes of him. If he didn’t just cum he would have again at the feeling.

A few moments later both of you were breathing better not panting as much you could see his cock already hard again. “How are you so hard already?” You questioned.

He shrugged a bit “maybe cause I came so fast? I don’t know” he chuckled embarrassed a bit. “Can I ride you?” You blurted out looking down at him. He groaned at the question but nodded. You straddled him, letting yourself sink into his length.

“Ah- ah fuck- y/n I- fuck” his words were incoherent as you bounced on his cock. Your hands laid on his chest as you used his cock. Leaning down to kiss him sloppily tongues fighting for dominance.

It didn’t take long for him to cum again. Especially this way. The way you were using him, bouncing that perfect body. Those delicious tits bouncing and the taste of your tongue on his. It as so much you felt so good.

He pulled you to him after everything, holding you close as you both tried to catch your breaths. “Y/n.. you didn’t just do this cause I was a virgin right?” He questioned. You sighed a bit “no.. maybe I like you and wanted to be the one to help you experience it first the first time.” You admitted.

His heart thumped fast at your confession. “I like you too..” he said softly his hand rubbing your back. “Really?” You asked looking up at him.

“Yes, of course I do” he said with a smile. Your eyes went wide and a small blush creeped across your face. “So uhm- would you maybe wanna go on a date?” He choked out. You nodded happily kissing his nose.

And that was it, that’s how you two started now going on almost a year the boys still tease him about everything. Little do they know how well he fucks.

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[riki-riks-chick]

What would the hyung line's reaction be to getting caught having sex by their parents and for the maknae line getting caught making out by their parents

Walk Ins ┃ENHYPEN

enhypen x reader

nsfw! smut

enhypen getting caught fucking/making out w their gf by their parents

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Heeseung:

"Baby.. Shh.. You're gonna get us caught." Heeseung whispers, hips moving faster in making their meet against yours as he struggles to hold back his own noises. "Fuck.. Heeseung. I'm so close." You moan, the sound getting muffled as he covers your mouth. "Shut up."

The door then opens, Heeseung's mother walking in as she pauses. "Oh.. I forgot she was here I should've knocked." She covers her eyes, sighing as Heeseung groans out of embarrassment. "Mom! Get out please!" He yells as his mother rolls her eyes behind her hand. "If you wanna have sex in peace, move out. If you guys get hungry after, I made some dinner. It's in the kitchen." She says simply before leaving.

You laugh quietly once she leaves, making Heeseung groan. "It's not funny.. She's gonna tell my dad." He whines as you shrug. "Then let's finish up before she does.."

Jay:

"Slow down. You're making the bed creak too much." You let out a quiet moan, arms wrapped loosely around Jay's neck as he thrusted into you, moving slightly too fast out of desire to reach climax faster. You were currently visiting his parents, and he just couldn't wait, so you gave in. But you immediately regretted it when his dad walked in. Jay was quick to cover your exposed skin, eyes immediately darting towards his father's. "Woah.. Uhm. Maybe I should've knocked.." His dad mumbled nervously, looking away. Jay had immediately sighed. "What do you need, dad? This is kind of awkward enough already.."

At Jay's words, his father clears his throat. "Oh well.. Uhm, I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch the game with me... Your mom said she wanted to hang out with Y/n too, but I'll just tell her you guys are busy."

He then closed the door, footsteps fading out as he walked away. You were just laying there shocked, but also not shocked. "Why did he take it so well?.." You ask as Jay sighs. "He didn't.. I'm gonna get so much shit about this tomorrow.."

Jake:

"Jake.. I swear, if your mom walks in I'm breaking up with you." You threatened as Jake laughed beneath you, his hands sliding underneath your shirt to grip your hips as he helped you move your hips on him. "She's not gonna come in. She should be sleep right now." He responds with an overly cocky tone, thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours as you bite your lip to supress a moan. You had let go slightly, deciding to believe Jake, but it's not even a moment before his mom is walking in, flipping the light switch on. "Jaeyun- oh.."

She immediately froze and so did you and Jake. "I heard a noise, so I wanted to check in.. I see you're fine. Goodnight." She then shut the lights off before leaving quickly, Jake started laughing. You slapped his chest. "That's not funny!" You were so embarrassed, but Jake couldn't stop laughing. "She's fine.. This isn't the first time it's happened."

Sunghoon:

"Park Sunghoon. We're literally at your parents house and your sister's room is across the hall. I'm not letting you fuck me right now." Is what you said thirty minutes ago when Sunghoon first said he was horny. Now he has you pressed into his mattress, and you can't even complain.

He's eager, and his second orgasm is nearing, much like yours. It's almost cruel how fast he has to stop when his dad walks in, immediately sheilding his eyes as he sees the position you two are in. "Dad, do you ever knock!?" Sunghoon sighs, covering you with the blanket as he rushed to pull his previously discarded shirt over his head. His father was clearly flustered, coughing loudly to ease the tension. "I'm sorry.. I forgot.. Your mother and I made dinner plans. If you two aren't too busy, maybe you'd like to come with us.."

Sunghoon sighs, nodding as he runs a hand through his hair. "Okay.. We'll be down soon." He responds. His dad gives a curt nod before he leaves, closing the door. Sunghoon collapses on top of you, chuckling. "He looked so scared.."

You simply laughed, kissing Sunghoon's cheek. "Let's get cleaned up, we'll finish this later."

Sunoo:

"I missed you today.." Sunoo mumbled between kisses, his hands resting on your waist comfortably. "It's not my fault you skipped school today." You retorted, earning an eyeroll from your boyfriend. He then kissed you again, pulling you closer. You were basically on top of him, straddling his lap as you played with his hair. Everything was so sweet and loving until it wasn't.

"Sunoo, I'm home-" You both immediately averted your gazes towards the living room doorway as Sunoo's mother stared slightly shocked. She always liked you and thought you were very sweet towards her son, but she'd prefer not to walk in seeing you on his lap. "Mom, I thought you were gonna be late tonight?" Sunoo asked as you held back a laugh, hiding your face against his shoulder. "I'm glad I got off work earlier, otherwise I would've come back to find that I'm gonna be a grandma."

Jungwon:

"I promise you that nothing happened between us, her crush is one sided.." Jungwon explained as you nodded, feeling more assured after seeing some other girl touching him. He had kissed you, wanting to display his love for you, and eventually you were both making out on his bed. His hands on your waist, yours on his chest. This was probably only the third or fourth time you've ever made out. And of course you regret ever doing it when Jungwon's dad walks in.

"Sorry to interrupt, your mother asked me to call you guys down for dinner..." He then leaves quickly, making Jungwon sigh. "He's never letting this go." You simply press a kiss to Jungwon's lips before getting off the bed. "It's fine. Let's hurry down stairs before he gets the chance to tell your mom."

Riki:

"I don't wanna talk about it, actually." You were upset with Riki because of something that happened after school, and he gave some stupid explanation which only made you more mad. For the sake of not arguing at his house and alerting his sisters, you told him to drop it, but he clearly didn't intend to. "Y/n, I told you that it wasn't my fault, can't you just listen."

He pressed you against the kitchen counter, trying to trap you so you had no choice but to listen. When he finally caught your gaze, he kissed you, cupping your jaw as he pulled you closer. Your anger dissipated easily, your focus falling onto the kiss as you rested your hands on his hips, looping your fingers through his belt loops. He smiled against your lips, pulling away slightly.

His eyes opened to meet yours, but he also caught his mother's gaze from his peripherals. "Hey mom." He greeted awkwardly, pulling away from you completely as his mother walked into the kitchen, setting her groceries on the counter. You had smiled and waved shyly at her.

"You know Riki, I hope this girlfriend of yours can teach you to study the way she's taught you to kiss."

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[chris-slut]

BIRTHDAY SEX

pairing: dom!chris x sub!reader

summary: chris, being the forgetful boyfriend he is, forgot to get you birthday gift. you try to hold your emotions in but chris can tell your pissed off. he tells you he has an idea on how he can make it up to you..

!all chris p.o.v.!

!warnings!: SMUT, pet names (ma, princess, sweetheart, who’re, mama, slut), oral; fem!receiving, no p in v, fingering, daddy kink?, aftercare (fluff i guess?).

author’s note: first post on here, probably the last to since i have no clue how to fully use tumblr 😭.

“HEY BIRTHDAY girl!” nick says as he walks into the room, holding a bag full of who knows what. my eyebrow raises as i replay what my brother said.

fuck.

i run my hands over my face as i notice her, my girlfriend, walk out in the sluttiest little black dressed that hugged her curves in ways i didn’t know were possible.

a huge smiles plastered on her face, grabbing the bag right out of my brothers hand, “thank you nickkk,” she tells him.

i can’t believe i forgot my own girlfriends birthday.

she walks over to me and sits down on the couch, her legs crossing over mine. “hi baby,” she whispers to me as i turn my head to look at her.

her hairs straightened and is laying over shoulders, her mascara clumped on. all i can think about is how it would look running down her face while i fuck her brains out.

“hey mama,” i tell her. she looks at me like she’s waiting for something— a birthday present of course. i look at her in guilt as i bite my lip.

“what’s wrong?” she asks me as her hands rub over my thighs, looking up at my through her lashes. my breathe hitches as i feel her hands rub circles against me.

“i uhm—“ i say, clearing my throat, “forget your birthday present.” i watch as her eyes shut close for a second as a sigh escapes her lips. i fucked up.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, i really am!” i whisper yell, not wanting my brothers to hear. she shakes her head as she laughs dryly.

“it’s fine chris. i thought you would anyway,” she says as she stands up and places the bag nick gave her on the table.

i watch from the couch as she walks up the stairs. her dress slowly going up. i know shes pissed off, so i sit here and wait for her to cool off.

a few minutes later matt walks in, looking at the empty spot next to me and raising an eyebrow. “where’s your girl?” he asks as i shrug, “upstairs somewhere.”

i watch as his eyes roll and he shakes his head. “are you not gonna go after her?” he says as my tongue pokes the inside of my cheek, “guess i will.”

standing up, i place my phone down on the coffee table in front of me and quickly walk up the stairs, knocking on her door.

no response.

taking matter into my own hands, i open the door to find her standing there in only her slutty little pajama shorts and a sports bra.

she quickly turns to look at me, her eyes meeting mine. i waste no time shutting and locking the door, biting my lip as i walk up to her.

“hey there princess,” i whisper as my hands land on her waist, placing soft kisses along her jawline. i hear her heart beat fasten as she doesn’t reply.

“you were just having some attitude downstairs and now you can’t reply, what’s with that?” i mumble as my lips trail slowly down her neck, placing wet and sloppy kisses along her throat.

“fuck chris—“ she whimpers out as her hands land in my hair, tugging on it slightly. the only thing that does for me is turn me on more than i already am, placing a harder bite onto her neck.

“lay.” i tell her, she backs up and falls back on the bed. “look at you, listening to me like a little slut,” i chuckle dryly as i kiss down to her exposed cleavage.

without asking, i rip the sports bra off and throw it to god knows where, attacking her breast with sloppy kisses. “shit..” her breathe hitches as i place a nipple in my mouth, twirling my tongue around it.

“oh fuck,” she moans a little louder than before, my fingers going to her lips. “can’t be so loud baby, don’t want them to hear do you?” her head quickly shakes as i shove my fingers into her mouth. “suck,” i tell her.

i feel her slowly starts to suck on my fingers as i slowly start placing wet and sloppy kissing all down to under her belly button. she whimpers every kiss i place, turning me on more and more.

my fingers slide out her mouth, a pop noise coming from her mouth. her hips buck as i slide her shorts off.

my eyes widen as her bare pussy is on display in front of my face, “such a slut, not wearing any underwear. you knew i was coming up were— didn’t you?” i ask as she nods.

“words please.” that causes a moan to escape past her lips, “yes- i knew you were gonna come up here.” shit that turned me on more than it should.

i place her legs over my shoulders as i run the fingers that were covered in her saliva over her folds, whimpers escaping out her mouth. “fuck, don’t stop,” she moans as her back arches.

i plunge my middle finger inside of her, curving them as i move my tongue to lick her folds. her hips slowly buck forward, trying to get more of my finger into her.

pushing her hips down, i remove my finger, “who said you can be in control?” i reply in a growl as both my ring and middle finger enter her.

i move them in and out at a medium place as i place my face between her thighs, sucking thighs slowly, teasing her the most i can.

“jesus fuck chris, don’t be a tease!” she says as i remove my fingers, wanting nothing more than to taste her on my tongue instead.

my mouth lands on her clit, sucking on it slowly as i place my hands on her hips to hold them hold. my tongue plunges inside of her as my nose rubs against her. i go up and down as i use my nose to pleasure her folds.

“when did you learn to- FUCK- do this!” she moans out and places her hands in my hand grinding her pussy against my face the slightest bit.

“been thinking about doing this to you, wanting to use you like the slut you are,” i mumble back from her clit, sucking in all the juices i can.

i flick my tongue up and down at the fastest pace i can, my hands now drawing shapes on her thighs as i hear her whimpering, a pillow now shoved on her face.

“look at you, such a little whore you can even keep it down,” i say as i hear her moan, “fuck chris— please don’t stop!”

“why shouldn’t i?” i ask as i slowly pull away, her hands pushing my head back down. “i’m so close, so close chris!” she says which makes me smirk, putting my face right back into her pussy.

slowly, i start spelling my name out. when she notices what i’m doing, she moans a little louder than before. guess i know what turns her.

h. her hands grip against her bed comforter under her, grinding her face against mine the best she could.

r. “d-daddy!” i hear her moan, the only thing that does is fasten my past. hearing her call me daddy made me do more then just spell my name.

i. my nails dig into her thighs as i spell it more aggressively. “you have no clue what saying that’s done ma,” i mumble from her clit.

s. i feel the pre cum coming out of my tip. shit the way her back arches, the scratches i left on her thighs, her slutty little waist shaking, it’s all making me act like a fucking animal. i pull away as i start to place nearly five sloppy kisses against her clit, thighs and anywhere else my body lets me move to.

t. i move my head right back down to her pussy, spelling t as aggressive as i can, “fuck chris, gonna cum!” she moans out as i rub her hips, running my hands up and grasp her tits, “cum on my tongue like the slut you are.”

o— fuck. her hot liquid squirts onto my face and mouth. i feel her whimper out of pleasure as her back arches once last time. licking the liquid off my face with my tongue, i crawl up to her and pull her into one last sloppy, wet, make out.

“you like that, don’t you? feeling yourself all on my tongue. fuck your so hot baby,” i mutter against her lips as i pull away. she’s looking at me through her eyelashes again which makes me place a few more sloppy kisses against her chest, marking spots only i could see.

the air smells like sex, sweat dripping from her body as she grabs her shorts. “no way, i’ll go get towels and clean you up baby.”

throwing my sweatpants on and running out the room, i grab her a towel and walk back to her room. “here, sit up baby,” i whisper as i rub her body, her biting her lip as she watches me.

i reach over to her clean laundry bin and grab her a pair of plaid pajama pants and a tank top, throwing them on for her. “you feel better sweetheart?” i ask as she nods.

throwing my black t-shirt on, i ruffle my hair up and grab a new blanket. she lays down on my chest as soon as i sit in the bed and i run my fingers through her hair.

“i’m sorry for forgetting your birthday present mama,” i tell her as she nods. “i think i would take that over a birthday present any day.”

i smirk as i place a kiss against her hairline and temple, wrapping the blanket around her. “oh yeah?” i tease as i feel her cuddle as close to me as she can.

“oh yeah, for sure.”

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[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 28 — CHOKING KINK

PAIRING: spider-man!mark x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, choking, fingering, slight bondage, usage of nicknames, breeding.

WC: 1.3k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, loves! i couldn’t stop thinking of spidermark so here we are! i hope you guys will like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

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“Shh, baby. Don’t want your parents to hear now, do we?” 

You truly couldn’t believe that it was happening—that Spider-Man was in your room with his slender fingers wrapped around your throat. 

You’ve always wanted this from the day you first saw him, on the day he saved a lift full of people from falling down and crashing to the ground. You were one of those who got stuck in the lift too, which was the traumatic onset of your tiny crush on him. 

No one knew who was behind that mask, yet his suit clad figure was a sight to see, his build lean and slightly muscular, not to mention he smelled brilliant (a little something you gathered when he saved you).  

To add to it, his ever so attractive voice always grasped everyone’s attention, you thought he was funny too, which is exactly why you ended up making a poster full of glitter saying:

Choke me, Spider-Man!

It was a silly joke, albeit you’d definitely be lying if you say you didn’t get wet dreams about the superhero, because you did. Detailed ones at that. 

Maybe carrying the poster with you at all times was a bit of a stretch but you did it anyway, granted that your city was full of crimes and spotting Spider-Man was an easy task, which is why you proudly held up the poster in the crowd whenever you saw him, after he fought with the villain that is. 

The people around you laughed, but it wasn’t mocking, it was more of an amused chuckle, and you could have sworn you noticed spidey look your way, before swinging away, much to your dismay. 

This went on a few times. You were practically waving the poster when it was the fourth time, yet he didn’t pay you any attention, leaving you dejected as you dragged yourself back home from Uni, chuckling at your state. 

Crush on a superhero?

Pathetic. He’s loved by countless people all over the world, what makes you think he’d have time to give you even a sliver of his attention when he’s so busy saving the world?

Clicking your tongue, you threw the crumbled poster in the trash can of your bedroom, dimming the lights as you sat down on your bed, ready to change into your nightwear before opting to sleep to take your mind off things. 

Just then, a loud sound of knocking on your window caught your attention, which was funny considering you lived up on a pretty high floor in your apartment building. You thought that it must be a bird, still, you decided to open the curtains to check it out. 

Shock would be an understatement to explain what you were feeling the second your eyes laid on the person right outside your window. 

The reason for your sour mood, or rather, the reason you spent hours trying to ease the pent up frustration in you each night, moaning out with need, was hanging by your window. 

“Oh god,” you breathed out, brain short circuiting for a few seconds before you shook your head, opening the windows for him to come in. 

Who knew Spider-Man would actually care enough to notice you? 

Then you realized just how awkward the situation was, and you didn’t have much to say anymore now that he was standing right in front of you, looking around as if he was inspecting your room. 

“Spider man,” you breathed out, and he chuckled. 

His attention was on you now, walking closer to you, “so, you’re the one who wanted to be choked by me,” he said smoothly, and you couldn’t help but shamelessly gawk at his figure, mouth watering at the sight. 

“Uhm—I mean, holy fuck you’re actually here,” you tried to voice out your thoughts, but they were a mess, which only caused him to chuckle at your shocked state. 

“Didn’t you want me here, baby?” He asked and you felt your knees buckling at the deep tone of his voice. 

You took another step back, only to lose balance and trip. But good for you, your spidey was quick to shoot his web on your silky night blouse, pulling you close and right into his arms. 

He smelled so good. 

“Careful. We don’t want you hurting your pretty face,” he whispered, tracing his glove clad finger along your jaw, gripping your chin when he noticed how your body had gone still, “deep breaths, babe.”

“Are you gonna fuck me?” You asked, voice coming out in a low whine, eyes twinkling with hope. 

He chuckled, pulling his mask up which had you bubbling with anticipation, you really wanted to see what he looked like. However, he stopped a little too soon for your liking, only exposing his lips, leaning in to mumble against your own. 

“I’m gonna fuck the life out of you,” he whispers, a gasp leaving your lips as you pulled him closer into a rushed kiss. 

He was quick to take over, kissing you harder as he pushed you down on your bed, “undress, quick,” he ordered, and you fumbled while getting everything off your body. 

Your cheeks were warm, your eyes on his figure, which was now devoid of his costume, faint abs and strong muscles on display for you, but your mouth practically salivated at the sight of his cock, thick and hard. 

Just when you sat up to touch him, he grabbed your wrist, pushing them up your head and shooting webs to make sure they didn’t move. 

You never knew you’d be into web-play but here you are, getting wet by being constrained by webs. 

“Please,” you begged in hopes that he’d touch you, or do something, anything. 

“So needy, aren’t you?” He clicks his tongue, his fingers caressing your cunt, collecting your wetness, “so wet already,” he smirked, “wanna be fucked all night, huh?” He asked, continuing working his fingers between your legs, arousal leaking from your cunt. 

His other hand was wrapped up around your neck, fingers tightening enough for you to gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt lightheaded with the whole situation, but you couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

He was so good with his fingers, thumb pads circling your clit while two digits plunged in and out of you, eliciting moans out of you. 

“Shh,” he whispered, his hold around your neck tightening which caused you to open your mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to lean in and spit in your mouth, watching the glob travel down your tongue till you gulped it down, earning a praise out of him, “good girl.” 

He pulled back right when your body started shaking with the orgasm building up in your lower abdomen, his hold on your neck loose to let you breathe some more before he took it to the next level. 

He ran his lips down your neck, sucking harshly as he lined his cock to your eager folds, your expression blissful and your entrance so wet, it made it easy for him to bottom out, “so fucking pretty,” he groaned out. 

His voice strained as he started fucking you into your mattress, his power was evident with how precise and hard his thrusts were. It was a lifetime opportunity for you, and you wished to savour every second of it as you wrapped your legs around his slender waist, pulling him even closer and deeper in your pussy. 

He hit your spot over and over again, “cream my cock like a good girl, baby,” he rasped out, his own orgasm approaching. 

You couldn’t hold back anymore, with his fingers still gripping your neck, the lack of air was evident but it somehow made you feel as if you were floating with unadulterated bliss around you as you finally reached your state of euphoria, coming undone on his cock, exactly when he filled you up with his cum, mixing it with yours as he emptied himself in you. 

You whined when he pulled back, getting dressed after draining you, “you’re leaving?” You asked, frowning. 

“Gotta save the world now, pretty,” he whispered, removing his webs from your wrists before pecking your lips and rushing out of the window. 

Maybe making the poster wasn’t such a bad idea after all. 

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medical play with Jonathan please 🥺🙏🥺 I want him to strap me to a table and experiment to see how many times I can cum

oh FUCK yes. i love medical kink aaaaa

warnings: SMUT 18+ only!!!, implied dark/dubcon, fingering, orgasm control

"This is all routine," he insisted as he finished putting on the latex glove," there's nothing to be nervous about."

You tried to believe him, but it's hard to feel secure when your ankles are up in stirrups. "I-I know, Dr. Crane," you sighed, "but I still am."

He offered a little smile, one obviously intended to lower your defenses. "I can't blame you," he admitted. "Just let me know if anything causes you discomfort, alright?"

You nodded, deciding it would be easier to look away than to watch him reach under the paper 'blanket' draped over your legs.

Fighting the urge to react, you forced yourself to stay still and simply scrunch up your face slightly as you felt his fingers press to your entrance. They spent longer than you expected on the outside, and you could see him looking down at you; you shuddered when you noticed in your peripheral the way he was looking down at you... it made you feel horrible exposed, even if you understood that a visual inspection was a necessary part of this. After all, you'd want your doctor to tell you if something looked wrong down there, right?

But he didn't say anything was wrong-- actually, he hummed a little, in a sort of approving way, as the gloved fingers spread your lips. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, and you nodded slightly.

Only when he raised an eyebrow and looked at your face again did you realize he couldn't see a nod while he was giving you an exam. "Y-yes," you stuttered out, "this is okay."

"Relax," he encouraged you.

"Thanks," you breathed, "it's not that I'm uncomfortable with you, or anything--"

"No, I mean, you need to physically relax," he explained, "for your internal exam."

You shivered slightly. "O-oh... right."

"Just take a deep breath," he suggested, and you nodded before trying it-- but the exhale came out a little sharply as he slid two fingers inside you. "You're clenching on me," he noticed, and something about the way he said it sounded a little wrong... not quite professional enough.

"S-sorry," you mumbled, feeling your face warm up.

He curled the fingers inside you, and you had to bite down on your lip as it made your legs shake. "How does that feel?" he asked, and you hated how close you were to blurting out that it felt good.

"Uhm... it's fine..." you answered quietly instead.

"I'm going to apply a little pressure," he warned you, let me know if you feel anything out of the ordinary.

His other hand laid over you, just above where his fingers reached inside you, and gently pressed down-- well, gently at first. He kept pushing and curling his fingers until you choked out a yelp, unable to stop it, and he looked up at you.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Does that hurt?"

"N-no," you sighed. He did it again, his icy gaze darting instantly to the way your legs quivered.

He moved his fingers, teasing the spot inside you again, and your hips jerked in search of more pleasure as you shut your eyes and realized you couldn't deny anymore what he was doing to you.

"I-I'm sorry," you whined, "I'm so sorry, Doctor Crane, I--"

"It's okay," he breathed, "just relax. Let it happen."

Before you could try to process any of that, he did it again-- and again, and again, stimulating you with exact, clinical precision.

You'd never come so fast-- but then again, you'd never had a professional give you one. Apparently, the right combination of movements can bring it on quickly; so quickly, that before you knew it, you were shaking uncontrollably on the exam table, moaning desperately, a wave of slick heat running down from your entrance and coating both his glove and the sanitary paper beneath you.

"Good, good," he praised coldly, watching the effect his work had on you. He stopped moving his fingers when you passed the peak of it, but didn't take them out, instead just watching you blink your eyes open and catch your breath.

"Doctor, I--" you began nervously, even though you still hadn't decided what to say.

"That was impressive," he offered you with a smile, "and even faster than I expected. You must be quite sensitive."

You blinked at him in shock, confident that none of that was appropriate for an allegedly 'routine' exam. "I don't understand," you breathed.

"You don't need to," he assured, making you gasp as he slowly began to thrust his fingers in and out of you, slowly gaining speed. "You just need to lay back and stay relaxed alright? I'll do the rest."

[pxperplxnets]

puppy love

summary: kimi and y/n are constantly teased about their feelings for each other

pairing: kimi x reader

word count: 849

warnings: none

lowercase intended!

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being surrounded by boys at all times was hard. even more when all of them treat you like a sister, which meant that mockery was more than common. the only person that didnt treat y/n like a sister was kimi, and everyone seemed to notice it but her.

since y/n had joined prema, a certain brown haired boy had been pinning over her constantly. of course, he didn’t know that she saw him the same way. everyone noticed and made it clear for them, but they both refused to admit it.

in this particular day, y/n sat with sebastian and hamda, who were chatting away about something she didn’t quite understand. not that she was paying attention anyways. she was too busy looking at kimi, who was talking to one of the engineers a couple tables away.

“you do understand that looking at him wont do anything, right?” sebastian asked, making the girl look back at him. “i don’t know what youre talking about” she tried to deny “im talking about how you and kimi constantly drool over each other but won’t admit it” hamda nodded at his words. “he doesnt drool over me” she insisted “yes he does, its kinda sad at this point” y/n rolled her eyes before directing them towards the boy again, deciding to ignore sebastian.

their eyes met for a split of a second before he looked back at the man he was talking to, red as a tomato.

“look at you, all red because she’s staring at you,” the man said, laughing at his blushed face. “she is not” he defended, looking at her direction only to see her focused on whatever hamda was saying. “you gotta go for it, mate. if not, you will lose your chance with her” kimi felt a hand on his shoulder and looked back at his opposite. “whatever, lets focus on the data.”

the days passed by and kimi and y/n seemed to be having the same interactions with everyone. people teased them endlessly and tried to talk some sense into them, but it did nothing more than annoy the two teenagers.

y/n found herself basically running away from conrad and kirill the moment they got distracted. they had been teasing her about her crush for what felt like hours and she couldn’t take it anymore.

she headed for the driver’s bus, knowing that there was no one there. on the other hand, kimi seemed to have the same idea.

“oh, sorry” she said as she opened the door and noticed there was someone there already. kimi recognized her voice immediately and turned rapidly to see her “its okay” her heartbeat slightly picked up when she noticed who it was.

“is everything okay?” he asked, wondering why she was in such a rush “yeah, just trying to run away from conrad and kirill” she chuckled. he smiled at her laugh, it truly was one of the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. “why?” he furrowed his eyebrows slightly “they are being more annoying than normal, well, everyone is” she let go an exasperated sigh, pushing herself up to seat on one of the tables. “i know right!” he agreed.

“what are they annoying you about?” y/n asked after a couple second of silence, wanting to keep the conversation going “uhm… they have this idea that you like me” his words were almost whispers. “oh…” her tone matched his “i know it’s not true, don’t worry” he smiled weakly, looking down at the floor.

y/n didn’t know what to say. she wanted him to know it was true, but she was scared. what if he didnt like her back? what if he laughed at her face? she knew he wouldn’t do that, he was too nice, but it still scared her.

fuck it.

“what if it wasn’t a joke?” she asked suddenly, making kimi look up at her. “what?” he looked so confused, it was kind of adorable. “what if i actually did like you? how would you react?” he didn’t want to believe what was happening, it must have been a cruel joke. “you don’t though, right?” he was scared, if it was a joke, it wasn’t funny. “i do.” y/n wasn’t scared anymore. she was already doing it and she wasn’t going to back off now.

there was silence for a moment. she was looking at him expectantly, trying to decipher what he thought. “i like you too” his words resonated in her head.

he liked her back.

“good.” she smiled. he smiled back at her, and just as he was about to say something else the door slammed open. “fucking finally!” arthur cheered, causing the large group of people behind him to cheer. y/n covered her face in embarrassment while kimi smiled at her gesture before approaching the door and closing it on their faces without a word. he turned to her, moving her hands off her face softly before pecking her lips shyly. she chuckled at his shyness before enveloping him in a hug.

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REUPLOAD

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 40)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap,

When Cillian arrived at home, he was surprised when he saw Amanda's car parked in the driveway and her sitting on his porch, looking at him as he walked through the gate.

"What are you doing here?" he asked as soon as he spotted her, trying to avoid the impending confrontation.

Amanda looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and defiance. "I wanted to talk to you. To explain things," she said, her voice quiet and hesitant.

"Am, there is nothing for us to talk about. You spiked my fucking drink and tried to ruin my life," Cillian spat out, feeling a surge of anger and disgust as he looked at her.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was stupid and impulsive, and I can't take it back," Amanda replied, her voice trembling as she looked up at Cillian. "But I wanted to apologize and explain why I did it."

Cillian shook his head, feeling his anger and disgust grow as he looked at Amanda. "I don't care why you did it. It doesn't change anything," Cillian said, cutting her off. "You had no right to interfere in my life like that," his voice was filled with venom and anger.

Amanda looked down at her hands, her eyes filling with tears. "I know, I messed up. It was a stupid and rash decision, one that I regret now," she said softly. "But I did it because I still love you Cillian. I always have. I can't help it." Amanda whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at Cillian with tears in her eyes.

Cillian stared down at Amanda, his anger and disgust warring with a deep sense of pity. He knew that she had been hurting since their break-up, that she had been struggling to move on just like he had, but he never imagined that she would go to such lengths to try and get him back. It was a reckless and dangerous decision, one that could have ended with disastrous consequences.

"Amanda, that's not love. What you did was dangerous," Cillian said, his voice laced with anger and betrayal. He couldn't believe that Amanda would stoop so low, all because she couldn't let go.

Amanda's face fell, and tears began to stream down her cheeks as she looked up at Cillian. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just wanted you back," Amanda choked out, as she continued to sob uncontrollably.

"Look, Amanda, I can't just forget what you did. But I do appreciate the apology," he said, his voice softening slightly as he looked at her. 

Amanda nodded, her eyes still filled with tears as she looked up at him. "Thank you Cillian. The whole ordeal with, you know, the abortion and all took a really bad toll on me. I have been struggling with terrible guilt after the procedure and I know that, what I did, was dumb. I shouldn't have blamed you for it all," she admitted, her voice wavering as she spoke.

Cillian sighed deeply, feeling conflicted. He knew that Amanda was hurting, and he felt somewhat responsible for that.

"I never asked you to have the procedure," he reminded her, gently and Amanda nodded, looking down at her hands. 

"I know, but you left me for Y/N shortly after and I was just really hurt,"  she whispered, still fighting back tears.

"I did, but I never meant to hurt you, Am," Cillian admitted, his voice laced with regret. "And I thought that I could make it work with Y/N just after Mara was born, which is why I left you.  But hey, apparently, I can't," Cillian  confessed, his voice laced with that same regret, as he looked down at the floor and shook his head.

Amanda sniffled before wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "Well, it looks like you are as unhappy as I am, huh?" she said, looking up at Cillian with a contrite expression and he realised that, perhaps, after what had just transpired, he was. 

There was silence between them for a while as they both remembered the past and the pain that they had caused each other.

"Do you, uhm," Cillian finally broke the silence, trailing off before looking at Amanda with a serious expression. "Do you want to come in for a wine? I could actually do with some company" he said, his voice low and hesitant. 

"Are you sure you actually want that?" Amanda  asked, a hint of surprise in her voice as she looked up at Cillian. "I mean, after everything that has happened between us, I didn't think that you would want me to come in," she continued, her voice softer now, tinged with an undertone of sadness.

Cillian looked at Amanda for a long moment before eventually nodding. "Just don't spike my drink again ," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Amanda chuckled, wiping away the last of her tears. "I promise I won't. I've learned my lesson," she said, looking up at Cillian with a hint of a smile.

"I fucking well hope so," Cillian shrugged  and opened the front door, letting her in.

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[noroi1000]

F**k your fav 12 - Friend

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Summary: Suguru finally had time to arrive. You met at a place to discuss what was going to happen. Basically, what kind of threesome does your boyfriend want? Does he want them both to have sex with you or does he want to have sex with you and Suguru at the same time?

Warnings: SatoSugu sex (blowjobs and anal); dirty talk

It was a bit of an awkward moment. You sat next to Satoru on a soft couch in front of a table in the cafe. Suguru was sitting on the couch across from you, crossing his legs. In his hand, there is a cup of black coffee. Satoru's leg pressed against your leg as he took up more space than usual. Does he want to show that he is bigger?

But you, knowing what your meeting was about, wondered why you couldn't do it privately. Or maybe Suguru suggested this place because he knew your boyfriend wouldn't make a scene when you were around people? Still, none of this was important. You only pay attention to the fact that you are surrounded. You're sitting against the wall. There's a table in front of you, and your only way out is blocked by Gojo's tall ass! What will happen here will be embarrassing... Besides... your thoughts started to be like this!

„Tops sit wherever they feel comfortable. They show their greatness.”

That was exactly the point. You have seen many photos and videos, even accidentally showing how Tops sit. Both Satoru and Suguru sit like this... Even though you thought Suguru was generating more of the dominant energy because he mostly sits with his knees apart, you start to feel tiny. Satoru had never done it so ad hoc. But still, these two make you feel small and defenseless. Especially now that you know where things are headed.

Why did he even agree?! Suguru, what were you thinking?!

But of course you can't hide that you had dirty thoughts in the morning... Especially because you wonder what Suguru looks like naked. You saw him without a shirt. And you're sure he's wider than Satoru. Shoulders, waist, and hips. Just as strong, or even more so. Satoru may be taller, and it's cool that you have such a big boyfriend, but there's something different about Suguru. Even though they are similar, they are so different. And your dirty thoughts were mostly about what his cock would look like.

Satoru turned you into a little Sub... But is there anything wrong with that? Suguru always exuded the energy of dominance. As if he always expected obedience. Suguru is Dom...

How is it possible for Subs to feel Dom's energy? Ugh, so annoying...

"So..."

A shiver ran through your body as you heard Suguru start to speak.

"... You told me, Satoru, about THIS case. This is what we were supposed to discuss here, right?" He asked, sitting more openly.

There was no smile on his face. It looked more like he was serious.

"Uhm... Well... If that's the case... Can we talk about it somewhere..." you started, feeling embarrassed by how many people appeared around, passing by.

Suguru smiled slightly at you.

"Don't worry. I chose this place because there are often a few people here at this time. And also, when we are in a public place, Satoru won't do anything terrible."

"Yes..."

Suguru's smile was distracting to you sometimes...

You used to think that maybe if Satoru didn't love you, you would find love with Suguru... But he is your friend.

"How can you think like that? I wouldn't do anything terrible! We're just here to talk about whether you're going to fuck my girlfriend!"

Your hand landed on Satoru's mouth as you thought about how he had said it too loudly.

Suguru chuckled lightly at your reaction.

He could never think of you as cute before. But now that Satoru had asked him to do something like that, he couldn't help himself.

You were just adorable.

"Aw, Honey. Don't worry. You'll be louder later anyway." Satoru hummed, taking your hand. By blowing lightly into your ear. "I know you love my cock more than anything in the world, but I believe you will moan under Suguru."

Placing your hands on his face, you pushed him away from your neck before he said any more.

Why does he have to be perverted like that?!

You moved your hands away from him as you felt his tongue slide over your hand.

"Satoru!"

"Aw, Sorry sorry. You're just so cute~! I could not hold back!"

"If you guys want to end this quickly, let's just start talking. I have to go shopping later."

You turned your attention to Suguru.

"Sure!" Satoru exclaimed, sitting up straight. "So, Suguru, as you know, we want to guess what our favorite type of sex is."

"You're not sure. I wouldn't have to do something like that to find out." You laughed.

"Oh yeah? I never knew you liked role-playing. I only found out recently!"

"Oh shut up..."

"Continuing, Suguru, I've written threesome on my list to try."

"I already know that much. But are you going to consider it sex with one partner in the presence of another or sex with two at once. It's different, Satoru."

Has Suguru prepared for this? Why did he speak as if he was thinking hard about it?!

"I agreed to this because I owe you a favor. I actually never expected that I would have to have sex with your girlfriend as payment for healing my serious wound. Unless you mean having sex with her and me."

Satoru's eyes were very focused on his friend as he spoke.

"So explain to me what you expect..." he said, playing with his fingers a little. It certainly wasn't a comfortable conversation for him... "Do you want me to have sex with (y/n) at the same time as you. Or do you want a threesome for you, which means you have sex with (y/n) and me at the same time."

"Does it really have two definitions?" The white-haired man laughed.

It was nervous behavior.

Didn't he know exactly what he wanted?

"Satoru?"

"Sure, it's exciting to watch my girlfriend take a cock! But threesome for her is different from threesome for me?"

It was true.

Threesome for you. So you have sex with both of them. They touch you. But Satoru will not have sexual contact with Suguru. Would something like this be considered another type of sex?

"Huh? Does the threesome that would count as the type of sex for me have to be you blowing me?" He muttered, his eyes widening.

Suguru was nervous. Even very nervous. The mere thought that he had probably unknowingly agreed to have sex with Satoru was far from normal. That something was... A strange new thing in his life.

Even though he had been in this situation before. You go into it, and everything becomes a mystery. Or you go out and think about taking care of it all yourself without finishing anything.

Maybe this bet 10 years ago was a mistake?

"I'll go along with it, whatever it is. But first you'll fuck (y/n) and she'll tell you if she's sure she's up for a threesome."

Your eyes widened as you both looked at Gojo.

"...Actually, Satoru...I might agree even now..." you muttered...

Your boyfriend looked at you questioningly and suddenly said louder: "I knew it! You're going after him! I suspected my girlfriend might be going after my friend!"

"Uh... But is it bad...?" Suguru spoke calmly. "You suggested it yourself. And you know, it's better that (y/n) treats me closer and doesn't make her feel uncomfortable."

"Toru." you placed a hand on his shoulder, wanting to confirm Suguru's words. You don't feel uncomfortable around him because he is close to you. "Maybe you should consider... Having sex with Suguru?'

"Huh?!"

"You know... Men can have sex with each other too... And..."

"I know how it works! But are you really encouraging me to do it so quickly?!”

"Well, you know... Since I agree... You can check if you will feel comfortable being with us at the same time... Maybe you will like it..." Playing with your hands, you wanted to discreetly show what you meant. You didn't feel like talking about the fact that one should fuck the other in a public place.

It was arousing watching Satoru lay beneath you with the toy moving in and out of him. Maybe he will feel good when he does the same to Suguru? Your fingers joined together to somehow show what you meant.

"Are we supposed to fuck anally?! Baby, this is supposed to be for us! Do you want to watch me fuck someone other than you?"

"T-That's not it!" You waved your hand. Suguru was quiet. "Basically... Maybe you could let Suguru... You know... Suguru you, not you him. And then you... When we have a threesome?"

"(y/n) I didn't expect you to be so perverted." Geto laughed. "Do you want to see someone dominate Satoru?"

Your face turned a deep red.

"I'm not making the same mistake again!" Gojo crossed his arms over his chest. "If we're going to do this, he's the one who spreads his legs for me!”

"What?" You muttered.

"Don't be like that, Satoru. You looked like you enjoyed it. And now you're going to say it was a mistake?"

"Never again!"

"It was your idea!"

"Suguru, what's going on?" You asked, knowing your boyfriend wouldn't tell you the truth.

"...You know... It was a long time ago, but after Shoko gave us some alcohol, Satoru couldn't control himself. He turned on porn for no reason. And then we played rock, paper, scissors. Whoever won three rounds was supposed to fuck the loser."

Your eyes were wide in disbelief.

"We were young and drunk. And also horny... And Satoru was a loser..."

You looked at the white-haired man who turned his head to the side, his cheeks slightly pink.

"So that's what you meant when you said you weren't a virgin."

"Shut up..."

"Do it today! We will find out everything! Play rock,paper, scissors!

"Phew! Fine! But this time, I will win! One round is enough!

When you started leaving the cafe, you approached the dark-haired man.

"Suguru, Satoru is usually the first to put out the stone."

"It's nice when I'm sitting on the bed and (y/n) starts giving me a blowjob. But it's strange that now there's a guy in front of me taking my almost soft cock into his mouth..."

"Will you shut up?" Suguru growled, licking his tip with a small blush.

They will play right after they give each other a blowjob first. It will only be fair if they both do this to each other. And they will be tough.

You sat in a chair, not knowing what exactly to do. Even though you wanted to look, it seemed a little out of place.

Especially when you saw your boyfriend's ears turn red as his increasingly hard length disappeared into his friend's mouth.

It was nice. And it was different from you. Your lips were smaller. You couldn't easily do what Suguru could.

You felt yourself getting wet.

And Satoru seemed to enjoy this moment?

His hand found its place on Suguru's head as he moved his hips slightly, as if wanting more. And also, you saw his leg move to at least slightly brush against Geto's full boxers.

"Enjoying the view, darling?” he laughed a little breathlessly, looking at you with one eye.

You didn't know how to react in this situation. You didn't know what to even do sitting here!

But you watched, mesmerized by the sight of your boyfriend's entire long, hard length leaving Suguru's throat and mouth, quivering slightly, begging for more attention.

"Are we changing?" Gojo asked.

"Aren't you too keen right now?" Geto muttered, wiping the saliva from his lips.

"I just didn't expect my best friend to be so good at giving blowjobs."

Standing up and stroking his hard cock in his hand, he pushed Suguru onto the bed, sitting on his heels in front of him.

"But you seem to like it too."

His hands removed the dark-haired man's underwear as he chuckled, watching your facial expression. Like you saw a ghost.

It's just that Suguru's size wasn't what you expected...

As his cock rested on his thigh, you could see that it was a little shorter than Satoru's. But the thickness he showed you was also different. He was even thicker than Satoru!

"Enjoy the view because you'll have that cock inside you next time."

You tightened your thighs as you watched your boyfriend open his mouth, welcoming the hot tip with his tongue. And Suguru's fingers brushed back his bangs.

This was different from what Geto had done to him. He sucked and licked the tip while massaging the rest of it with his hand. It was probably just to show you. But he did everything he could to pull away and stand up a few minutes later, tapping his fingers lightly against the dark-haired man's stiff length.

"So now, shall we play?" He asked with a smile, stroking his long rod. "(y/n), prepare the lube."

It was supposed to be a fierce fight. Something that depended on was which of them would get fucked by the other.

You hoped Suguru would win because you wanted to see someone who could truly dominate him. Make you orgasm and moan.

You nodded at Suguru as he looked at you.

And he followed your advice.

Satoru put the stone. And Suguru paper.

Which is why he won. And your white-haired boyfriend lay with his ass in the air as Geto's fingers spread him open and prepared him for what was to come.

"You're tense. Relax."

"How can I relax when I know what's about to happen inside me?!"

"Calm down. You liked it the first time."

"It was once!"

"But now it will happen again, so calm down. Being with you is God's punishment..."

"You better finish quick or – Oh..."

His temper suddenly died down as he felt the tip of his cock press into his entrance, beginning to stretch him. You saw his thighs spread even further to make it easier for him to position himself. And as Suguru slid deeper, he groaned as his tip released a bead of pre-cum that fell onto the sheets.

"Bend over."

Thrusting forward, he began to purr as the thrust of the hips hitting him increased. His hands grabbed his wrists, holding him.

"And don't touch your cock." Suguru whispered with a smile, pressing himself hard into him. "Show your girlfriend that you can cum without using your hands. Just like you did back then."

Approaching. Threesome 😈 I don't know why, that's just how I imagine it. Satoru has a weakness for alcohol and doesn't like its bitter taste. But he had to taste it once, after all.

[melminli]

cats and colors

summery: you talk about how black & white reminds you of satoru and suguru

contains: gn reader, no pronouns mentioned, non curse au, satosugu talk, fluff/crack, satoru being in love with reader a bit, kinda weird ending but really funny

"aww." you exclaimed when you saw two cats playing with each other on the sidewalk. guess it was worth it after all to wait outside on a bench while satoru was withdrawing some money. you nudged geto with your elbow to get him to turn his attention away from his phone. "look. it's you and satoru." you said, pointing to the two animals with a small smile on your face.

he looked a little confused for a second until his gaze went to your finger and saw the scene in front of him. "this again? is it really just because one is black and the other is white?" he asked, not really understanding the concept behind it. he really wanted to, though.

you always spoke up when you saw the two opposite colors together, just to say how it reminded you of them. they usually got it through messages you sent in the group chat, like just a while ago when you sent them a photo of just two side by side chairs in ikea with the caption reminded me of you guys.

you nodded. "yeah. why?"

geto just shrugged his shoulders. "i don't know. i guess i just don't think our hair color is the crucial factor that represents us as you know us and like as friends." he laughed out, making up this little theory. he stopped laughing once he noticed your completely serious expression.

"oh, please. you think i'm a beginner?" you asked a little offended. "it's so much more than just your dumb hair." you began waving your hands in the air as you made your impassioned declaration. "these colors represent you so beautifully because they're opposites who still go perfect with each other, like ying and yang for example. Satoru is hot-tempered and extroverted, which is usually more associated with something light, while you have a more introverted and quiet nature, which is more associated with something darker." you took both your hands and put them together to demonstrate. "like two puzzle pieces... but on second thought, your hair colors also play a bit into that, i guess."

his mouth just opened slightly at what you said since he didn't necessarily know how to respond to that. "that's very perceptive on your part. i'm kind of impressed - a bit scared - but uhm, mostly impressed." he admitted.

"i can't believe they don't accept credit cards in that place. i mean, who carries cash around these days." satoru interrupted you two a bit annoyed because of the fact that he had to go to the bank. he then spotted out of the corner of his eye the two cats that were still playing around with each other, and his mood lifted again as he watched the two. "aww, how cute." he stated and took out his cell phone to take some pictures.

"they're you and me." geto said and looked at you afterward. when satoru heard that, he knew exactly what he was referencing with that. "if the black cat is geto and the white one is me, then you would be a...birmen cat!" he decided, placing two question marks over both of your heads. this statement had little to do with your previous profound explanation.

"...birmen cat?" you repeated, not quite sure what that meant exactly. you were also having trouble deciphering what such a cat looked like, to be honest.

satoru just nodded while looking at you a bit dreamy. "i love birmen cats. they're my favorite."

his best friend laughed slightly at that and looked over at you to see if you could read the meaning between the lines. unfortunatly for his best friend, it didn't look like it since you still seemed to be thinking what a fucking birmin cat had to do with your color theory. "...that's cute i guess?" you said in the end and were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard a loud meowing out of nowhere.

three pairs of eyes turned to the two cats who had previously been playing sweetly with each other. the two were now busy with something else entirely as the white cat mounted the black one from behind to...perform certain activities.

oh.

geto quickly spoke up with a stern tone before anyone could say anything. "i'm not going to listen to any theories or sick jokes about this." he said, deeply regretting his previous saying.

[pixxiies]

ꨄ MAKE IT UP . 𓂃 ㅤ۫ ㅤ⊹

— c.s. series | part 1 . .

pairing :: chris sturniolo x fem!oc

summary :: in which isabella decantis has to share a dorm room with her high school enemy, chris sturniolo.

word count :: 1,390 k

warnings :: swearing, angst (??), lowercase intentioned, 3rd person, chris is a dick, drinking, throwing up, fluff if u squint, n thats it

a/n :: yall r crazy for getting tense to 800 notes 😭😭 i love u guys all dearly. also the story line is js smth i ended up doing on c.ai and i thought it was realy good so 😁 also credits to maxine for the name she said she wouldnt read this if i didnt give her credits

COLD was what amber-eyed isabella decantis felt while walking down the long hallway. after waiting for weeks and even months, she had finally gotten accepted into her dream college. the brunette girl looked down at the small folded paper to know which dorm was hers. to her surprise, the hallway was empty on move in day. she knew how hard had been working and how much money she paid to get one of the dorms that have a private bathroom. she knew she deserved this.

‘ROOM 617’ was said on the small sign on the door. isabella put her boxes down after struggling to carry them for almost 10 minutes. she excitedly took out the key to unlock the door, but it was already open. bella raised her eyebrow slightly, a bit shocked that her dorm mate would already be here. she opened the door slowly while letting out a soft, “hello?”

her amber eyes met with blue eyes. “uhm.. what the fuck are you doing here?” chris mumbled, getting up from his bed. isabella’s jaw clenched as she looked back down at the folded paper. “this is room 617?” she spoke with anxiety laced into her tone. “are ya’ blind?” the brunette boy spoke coldly. “no because if i was, i wouldn’t already know that im gonna have to be with you.” she spat as she kicked her boxes filled with clothes and other things into the room.

bella picked up the few boxes and placed them on top of her bed. the room now completely silent, she took a box knife that she had in her purse and started to open the boxes up. “cant fucking believe im gonna have to be stuck with you for the entire year.” chris mumbled under his breath, thinking that isabella couldn’t hear him when in reality she did. “well we both wouldn’t be pissed off if you didn’t bully me through all of high school, wouldn’t we sturniolo?” isabella snapped.

“well thats what you deserve for being all slutty n shit when you fucked every guy in school decantis.” he argued back, not even looking up from his phone. bella paused from packing to turn to chris. her hands rested on her love handles. “excuse you! your the one who played every girl in bell borne! remember lizzy? yeah, you fucked around with her for a bit and then you cheated on her with her sister.” she retorted with frustration laced into her words. “but ohhh, no remember that one time when you cheated on her sister with her bestfriend?” bella continued, pissed off that chris was probably not even listening.

“oh please bella! you sent nudes to basically all of the guys during junior and senior year. dont act all innocent and act like you didn’t do anything.” chris finally snapped as he put his phone down. “jesus christ and you fucked how many guys in the bathroom?” he didn’t stop there. “don’t be coming after me sayin shit like im a player when you were a slut too.” he finally stopped. isabella rolled her eyes, turning her back to chris. “oh so now what? when i finally say the truth you stay quiet? is that what hurts you to know bella?” he taunted.

“that’s because its all a shitty humor chris! i didn’t fuck anybody in any bathroom, i didn’t send nu— well i sent nudes to my boyfriend.. i didnt send nudes to any other guy but him!” she defended herself while throwing her hands up with mercy. “for fucks sake chris you’re just like your ex girlfriend. she was such a fucking dick. you know you were nicer in eighth grade but when you started to date her during the summer you became a prick. guessing you also played her then?” bella added, tilting her head to the side slightly while crossing her arms. after a few seconds of awkwardness, isabella knew chris was finally silenced, atleast for now.

bella turned back to her things and continued to unpack everything. she carefully placed things on top of the shelfs next to her bed. her dainty crystals, her box of tarot cards, her little jewelry box, everything that she had loved. but it wasn’t too soon until the silence started to kill her. she then remembered that he had brought her vinyl player along with two or three records. the brunette girl carefully opened the book that held them, then taking them out. happily, isabella plugged in the vinyl player and putting on a mac demarco record on to play. chris groaned quietly as the music started to fill the room. “jesus what is this shit?” he asked while getting up from his bed to turn off the music.

“its music…” bella mumbled, quickly turning it back on. “well yeah it sounds depressing, who listens to that kinda stuff.” chris argued as he turned it back off. the girl pouted slightly. “people who listen to mac demarco?? if its bothering you so much then get out while i finish unpacking.” she shrugged. chris didn’t give her an audible reply, instead just simply putting his shoes on and leaving the room. isabella let out a small sigh of relief, thankful she had the room to herself now for a while.

. . . .

isabella was now in her nicely made bed comfortably. her wired earbuds connected to her phone which played music softly into her pierced ears. she hummed to herself quietly once she noticed the time. 1:03am. the brunette girl couldn’t actually help but feel a little bit worried about where he was. but of course, she quickly brushed it off and enjoyed how cozy she was currently. soon enough, a loud thud hit the door. isabella’s eyebrow raised slightly while lazily getting out of bed.

the brunette walked over to the door, taking out one earbud while opening it. her eyes met chris’ eyes. his hair stook out everywhere and some of it stuck to his forehead, his hand holding a bottle of something, his eyelids droopy, and his scent reeking of alcohol and his cheap cologne. “jesus what did you do?” bella asked while moving to the side to let chris in. “mmmhh” he rather giggled. he belly-flopped onto his bed and wiggled around on it for a while, bella assuming he was trying to get comfortable. “are you.. drunk?” she asked, crossing her arms. “don’t be ridicu-lush.. ‘m not that drunk.” he slurred while continuing to giggle like a baby.

isabella hesitated, but she grabbed the bottle that was in his grasp. “jesus! vodka chris?” she groaned in annoyance. he let out a small hiccup in reply that kinda made her laugh. isabella just watched him wriggle around in his bed before his body shot up. “what now?” she mumbled. “im gonna throw up.” chris groaned as he quickly ran to the bathroom that was connected to the dorm. the brunette girl ran after the boy as he kneeled down in-front of the toilet to throw up. isabella who had emetophobia, was also not doing well. her fingers lightly held chris’ front pieces of hair back with one hand patting his back gently, trying not to look at the throw up.

“there ya go..” she whispered quietly. after he was done doing his thing, isabella grabbed a plastic cup and filled it up with tap water. “here, drink some water.” the brunette said, then flushing the toilet. chris gladly took the cup of water and took little sips. “feel better?” she asked as she leaned against the sink counter, looking down at chris on the floor. “hm, i think ‘m still drunk.” he admitted, putting the cup down. isabella hummed quietly, nodding her head as she stuck out a hand to help chris up. “get some sleep.” she suggested while walking chris back into the room. “m’kay..” he babbled while quickly flopping back on his bed.

the amber-eyed girl turned off the bathroom lights then walked over to her bed. she had also decided to go to sleep. isabella turned off her lamp and put her phone to charge. her body slid underneath her sheets and blankets. she heard chris snore like a truck, “great.” she thought. honestly though, she didn’t mind it that much. after staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, she quickly fell asleep.

a/n ;; STARTING MY FIRST SERIES 🙀🙀🙀 this might be a bit messy for the first part but i do hope u guys enjoyed it!!

taglist :: @espressomads @mattsluttywaist @sturniol0s @luverboychris

[ziggystarburstt]

Cw: blackmail, cnc, detrans, stalking, teacherXstudent

Part 1

Your teacher was always such a creep towards you, but no one ever believed the words of a fakeboy, lying about their own gender to everyone and themselves. He would constantly eye you up and down, deny you access to the bathroom, keep you after class to say weird things to you in secret.

You’d see him outside school as well, but always just figured it was a coincidence, small town after all. Until one day he told you to stay after school. You of course obliged, as you know you’d get in more trouble if you didn’t, and walked to his classroom after school was out.

“Come in. Shut the door behind you.” He spoke sternly. “Have a seat.”

You do so in the desk closest to his, as he walks over to the door and locks it from inside. You gulp, thinking about what he’s going to do to you.

As he walks back over to you, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out some pictures that he throws directly on your desk. You immediately recognize them as photos of you masturbating mercilessly to some super fucked up porn, as well as pictures of you publicly urinating where you thought no one could see you.

You start shaking, “th-that’s not me!” You try to deny.

He laughs slightly, “don’t be shy, I know it is. I was following you.” He smirks, and leans over you, resting his hands on the desk, looking down at you. “I’m sure you don’t want these getting to the police… or even your parents.”

You begin to panic, wide eyed and frantically you plead “No you cant!! My parents will disown me!!”

“Shh shh” he puts a finger to his lips, “don’t worry, I have a little proposition. You help me and I’ll help you, okay?”

You nod in an almost begging manor, desperately hoping that he’s just going to help you get rid of these pictures.

“Promise?” He asks.

You beg him “I’ll do anything! Just don’t show anyone those photos!!”

He snatches the pictures from the desk and pockets them again. “Great!” He smiles, “then here’s the deal… I run a side club with some of the fraternities here at the school. We need a little helper.”

You look at him quizzically, “what do you mean a helper?”

“Just come to this address tomorrow after school,” he hands you a piece of paper with an address on it, “we can talk more about the deal then.”

You nod, and pocket the piece of paper. He walks over to the door and unlocks it.

“Hope you have a nice rest of your day. Make sure you rest up tonight. You’ll be needing it.”

You nervously walk out of the room and begin your trek home, only thinking about the fact that your teacher has such dirty pics of you, and could show them to just about anyone. The thought makes your heart race.

You barely slept that night, tossing and turning from the anxiety. Making it through the school day was even harder, it was just so hard to think about anything else. But you did it, and when school was finally over, you made your way towards the address written on the piece of paper your teacher gave you.

The building was old and dinghy, and out front, you could see your teacher waiting for you.

“Hope the walk wasn’t too bad!” He spoke as you approached him.

You laughed nervously “not at all! It was fine.” You look around, trying to get a good sense of your surroundings. “So uhm, what is this place?”

“The place itself doesn’t really matter. It’s just a building. It’s what you’ll be doing here that really matters.” He said, ushering you into the building from behind, one hand placed firmly on your shoulder. “You’re going to be helping the next generation of men learn how to do one of the most important things they could possibly do!”

As he walked you further into the building, his grip on your shoulder became ever so slightly tighter.

You looked back at him, “what exactly will I be doing?”

He smirked. “You said you’d do anything, right?”

You nod nervously. “Yes.”

“Then you’ll see.” He said smugly, “it’s a little bit of a surprise, but I think you’ll learn to enjoy it.”

He leads you to a door, and tells you to push it open. As you do, you walk in to a silent room full of frat boys sitting in desks quietly, and before you can process anything else, a cloth bag goes over your head, and you’re grabbed from under the shoulders and your legs are being pulled into the air.

“Hey!! Get off me!!” You squirm and scream and cry for help.

You hear the boys talking to each other, “get her over there!” “Grab the rope!” “Put her right here!”

“Now boys,” you hear your teachers voice, “be gentle, you don’t want to break her before the demonstration.”

You feel the frat boys struggle to move you, and then suddenly you’re being bent over a desk, and one of them is leaning on your back so you can’t get up, while 4 other boys are working on tying your hands and feet to the legs of the desk.

You squirm and wiggle but you can’t get free, the bag still over your head is making it hard to know what’s going on. Suddenly you feel hands all over you, and you can hear giggles and sleazy remarks about your own body coming from the crowd of frat guys in the room.

“Get off of me!!” You plead with them, and suddenly you hear your teachers voice again.

“Boys!! Everyone have a seat!” He barked. “We can start the demonstration once everyone is settled.”

He waltzed over to where you were squirming, trying to escape frantically from the ropes, and you feel his presence lean towards you. “You said you’d do anything, so cooperate and I’ll get rid of those dirty photos.” He whispered.

You’re shocked, but you nod in agreement and begin to settle in.

“Now everyone,” he speaks to the room, “we can begin.”

He walks around you, and you can feel his hands go to your waistband, and swiftly pull your pants down around your ankles. “Welcome to Hands on Sexual education! Today we will be getting into reproductive justice, and how to make any woman have an orgasm, especially delusional ones that think they’re boys.”

“What!?” You yelp, and begin struggling against the ropes again, but are stunned by a harsh smack against your ass cheek, and you cry out in pain.

“Cooperate!” Your teacher yells, and leans towards your ear again to whisper “or I’ll tell the boys to take out their phones and take even more pictures of you.”

You silently oblige as he backs away, and addresses his club of boys once again.

“So, for those of you who haven’t seen one,” he points to your girly pussy, “this is a woman’s vagina,” and sticks a finger in your hole.

(Part 2 coming soon)

[missvainillapudin]

Beautiful words from a dry mouth:

Prompt: I had a rough week ngl and ended up wanting to write something about Vance Hopper being a guitarist and vocalist for some band x fem!reader, I took inspiration from the song "All my love" by Led Zeppelin for this (which is pretty obvious) and I'd like to clarify that I know what the true meaning of the lyrics of this song is, I just decided to change it a bit to implement it in the writing (STOP LET ME DAYDREAMING WITH THIS MAN)

that being said, sorry for being gone for a couple of days and for the fact that this might be a bit short, I'm experimenting...

be happy and listen to Led Zeppelin 💪

Vance Hopper x fem!reader

Timeline: 80's 90's-1986

Although the song is from the 70's it is mostly due to Vance's age (in this case it would be a Vance between 28 and 31 years old)

I hope you enjoy it!

• -Will you write a song for me?-

That was the next thing Vance's ears could perceive after a couple of shared laughs and soft sweet kisses that you had given him on his lips, chin and nose on the large bed of the expensive and well-furnished room in which they were

He took a moment before answering with a smile on his lips followed by a soft voice although with his characteristic husky tone

-You are the whole song, baby-

You rolled your eyes at his mocking attitude and harmlessly hit his chest

-Come on! You know what I'm talking about-

You complained with a soft pout, Vance let out another giggle and brought two fingers of his hand to the bridge of his nose wrinkling it slightly while closing his eyes at the same time

-Oh, yes, of course I will, at some point, when you stop being a pain in the ass-

You let out a fake gasp of indignation before hitting his chest again with your closed hand without actually hurting him, soon the room would be filled with the warmth of the sound of both of your laughter.

Vance's eyes opened after a couple of moments and his blue orbs became present under the blinding light of the spotlights that pointed at him, his hand rested on the cold and hard metal lectern that held the microphone and he observed for a few moments the excited and heated crowd that surrounded the stage where he and his band were, with the large metal balls being the only ones that stood between him and them.

-Good evening everyone, uhm...-

Vance's voice became present and resonated through the concert speakers, the people howled with excitement upon hearing it and only when Vance made a vague sign with his hand for them to calm down, their roar ceased.

The people observed him attentively, no one dared to make a single sound about it, it was not common for this calm and nostalgic attitude to be radiated by their wild and unpredictable vocalist.

-Well, this...shit-

He stepped away from the microphone for a moment, looking back and clumsily passing his hand over his lips, wiping them as if what he was about to say would dirty or hurt them in some way

-Fuck, I...I was just going to say that this is going to be very difficult for me to sing-

With that said, the familiar sound of the opening of that song that the fans knew so well began to resonate throughout the concert and the fans cheered with excitement.

Vance looked down for a moment, hiding from those bright lights above his head and the millions of eyes that were on him at this very moment, wishing that the only thing that would observe him at that moment were your beautiful sweet eyes, you had been his condemnation and probably the biggest pang of pain he had ever felt before

And yes you were, right now you were being a stabbing pain in his chest so unbearable that he was unable to breathe properly.

He still can't believe that you had to leave his side for him to write a song for you, remembering your words and complaints about it only makes him let out a sad and painful laugh and clench his hands into fists, missing having you by his side. You left him in February of this year, it was so fast that he still has a hard time assimilating it, he still wakes up dazed in the middle of the night when he doesn’t feel your head against his chest under the sheets of his bed anymore and he still unconsciously lowers the volume of his electric guitar when he’s practicing for the next tours with his band so he doesn’t wake you up with the noise, because he knows how much you love your afternoon naps, but he forgets that now he lives in a big house.

Alone.

That no matter how much he searches every room in the place you won’t be hiding in any of them waiting for him to find you and that no matter how much he calls your name you won’t answer with a smile followed by your footsteps echoing on the wooden floor, he knows it very well, but he doesn’t want to face this reality, he doesn’t want to face a world in which he lives with 7 billion people and none of them are you, he doesn’t want to face the possibility that he might forget the sound of your voice or the smell that comes out of your hair because of your shampoo, damn he loves that shit.

He is so afraid of forgetting the feeling of your hands on the back of his neck before you kiss him or the same feeling of the skin of your lips against his every time you decide to give him a piece of heaven even if it is for a few moments, he is so afraid of all these things happening that the only thing that resonates in his head is your last request to him.

"Write something for me"

Now everything seems clearer, he rushes to take a pencil and paper from a notebook and clumsily scribble some letters, some that seem dirty and useless at first glance but with great sentimental value for him

And that is how he ended up writing this, he kept his promise although late enough so that you could no longer hear it.

His lips approach the microphone in front of him again and he begins to sing the lyrics

After the song that he himself wrote in your honor, the one that seems to burn through his throat and slide upwards painfully before emerging from his lips, the audience screams excitedly and moves their arms to the beat of the music, like a great wave of their feelings at that moment that seem to accompany yours on stage.

Vance holds on tighter to the microphone and closes his eyes as he continues singing with everything he has left in those moments, your face reappears in his memory and a smile barely visible to the rest is present on him, it hurts him to have prolonged his promise so much and to have left you aside, now that he has lost you you are the only thing he has been thinking about lately, his eyes open slightly to look at the audience that listens to him with emotion and prepares to continue singing

-"All my love, all my love, oh, all my love to you now"-

He repeats the words with melancholy as the audience and the instrumental accompany him, he is being more sincere than ever at this moment on stage and he knows that he will probably never write anything like that again in his life, but that doesn't matter now, you are the only thing that is present in his head at this moment. When the synthesizer solo that accompanies him indicates that he must sing again, his lips pronounce the lyrics again and his eyes open before the audience, interrupting your figure among his memories

-"Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time..."-

The lyrics continue to repeat until the end comes, he must lower his gaze with melancholy from the spotlights when he feels his eyes begin to moisten and he clings to the microphone tightly hiding his lips and looking between it and the long blond locks of his wavy hair that fall over his forehead

-"it's, all, all, all, all, all of my love, all of my love, to you now..."-

The lights change between reddish, blueish and purple colors and the audience sways like a distant dream among the sea of people who shake excitedly, a last inhalation is taken by Vance's lungs before approaching the microphone once again and singing

-"i get a little bit lonely, just a little, just a little, just a little bit lonely..."-

He moves away from the microphone as the music fades out until the song ends and the audience screams excitedly, he and the band say goodbye to the audience and leave the stage backstage.

Vance can feel his heart pumping from the nerves and excitement that the concert has left him with and he stops for a moment to light a cigarette between the space of his fingers and his lips, he feels the sweat running down his neck when he lets the smoke out of his lips, no matter how hard he tries, he can't ignore the fact that he'll be coming back to a lonely, empty house without you in his arms anyway.

[kazuiislazy]

"Oblivious or Obvious?"

A/N: AGAIN NOTHING MUCH BUT ONLY SWEARING!! Thanks for the likes on the Dean W. fic <33

Pairing: Castiel x reader

At first, it was just adoration. The blue-eyed angel that was serious yet caring, the angel that was always there for your brothers and you. Slowly, that adoration turned into something else. The way your breath hitched when he was close to you, the way a light blush would cover your cheeks when he was around. 

But you knew nothing could ever happen between you two since he was an angel after all. Angels aren’t exactly known for having feelings, so you could only dream. Your brothers, Sam and Dean knew about your “little” crush on the certain angel and have been teasing you non-stop since they had found out. 

“I can’t believe that Cas hasn’t found out yet with how obvious you are.” your eldest brother laughed. “SHUT UP, DEAN.” you yelled, your cheeks were hot. 

“Cas is always oblivious to everything, Dean. I don’t think he’ll ever know… unless.” Sam winked at you. “Oh- don’t you dare say anything about this to Cas or I will-” you got cut off as you laid eyes on the angel standing at the doorway. 

“Don’t tell me what?” Castiel perked, tilting his head to the side like he always does. And you hated it, well, not really except for the fucking fact he looked fucking adorable when he did it. 

“So, Cassie. Our sister here-” Dean dragged. Castiel raised an eyebrow at the nickname. 

“IT’S NOTHING!” you screamed, the blush spreading on your cheeks like it always did when Cas was around. “It’s… nothing.” 

Glaring daggers at your older brothers, you mouthed, “Shut the fuck up of I swear to heaven and hell I will absolutely rip you to shreds.” If looks could kill, you’re sure they would be dead by now. They just chuckled. You looked over to Cas, looking more confused than he already was, his head still tilted. “Don’t worry about it, Cas. It’s nothing..” you sighed. 

He walked towards you. Oh. He was walking towards you. SHIT, HE WAS WALKING TOWARDS YOU?? You panicked “slightly” as he took long and slow strides towards you. He looked down at you, confusion flooding his eyes as you slowly shifted uncomfortably. He wanted answers. You looked down, you didn’t want to look up- you were embarrassed to. 

“Ah, uhm.. I-” you spurt out words. Your brothers only laughed harder. They are so dead. “Cas. It’s nothing, I can assure that.” your head tilted up but you still wasn’t looking at him- not like you really could. You put your hands on his shoulder before squeezing it and rushing back to your room to deal with the embarrassment. 

You slammed the door shut. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your breathing was heavy. You breathed in and out slowly trying to calm yourself down. How will I be able to face him again? “Of course out of all things I have to fall in love with it would be a fucking angel.” you muttered angrily. “With his stupid trench coat.” you sighed. 

What you didn’t know was that very angel you were talking about was waiting outside your door, ready to knock. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you. You loved him? He was shocked and baffled. He hesitated knocking on the door. Castiel didn’t know how to react. 

Cas took time to recollect his thoughts and courage before finally knocking on your door. “(Y/N)? May I come in please?” he asked politely. The angel could hear sniffling from the other side of the door. Had you been crying? 

“Y–yeah. You can come in.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. He took a deep inhale before opening the door. You were curled up in a corner, sniffling sounds still escaping from you, and your hair was in a mess. The angel felt bad. 

He trudged towards you before curling up next to you and slinging an arm over your shoulder. “I heard what you said about me. That you.. loved me. I didn’t mean to, but I think it would be better if I told you.” he whispered in your ear, before ruffling with your hair. “And before you say anything, I want to say that–” he paused, “in the space, the pause, between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home in me.” 

Your head perked up hearing those words, not like you really knew that it meant. “You think so?” you looked up at him, nervously chuckling with your still red and puffy eyes. 

“I know so. I know that I love you with my entire being, and all of my grace."He never thought the day would dawn that he would say things like this, but there he was. Proposing his love, grace and his being all to one person, you. 

You pressed a short kiss to his lips, then his cheek. Both of your faces now turning pink. “I love you with all of my being too, Cas. I have, for a long time.” you smiled. 

“And so have I.” 

[adh-james-version]

I Know You’re There, James.

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"So, James hm?" Sirius stated. He and Regulus were sitting out side by the lake, Regulus was reading a book and Sirius was "doing homework" (read: his transfiguration homework was discarded next to him as he stared out into the lake.)

Sirius looked over at Regulus who was still looking at his book but the corners of his mouth were slightly turned up and his neck was turning pink. "What do you mean?" If you weren't looking at him you would think he was frowning. The control Reg had over his emotions actually scared Sirius sometimes. "You seem more fond of him than any of my other friends." "Not true, I like Remus more than any of you, he is the only one I can hold an intellectual conversation with." Said Regulus, who was looking at the same line he was at when the conversation started.

"Cmon Regulus you know what I mean."

"I really don't."

"I see the way you look at him."

"I don't look at him."

"I also notice how you're more willing to help him with potions than anyone else."

"He desperately needs the help."

"The way you stayed away from me and him when he and Lily were dating."

"I was busy dealing with helping Barty with his plan to ask out Evan."

"How come you popped up back in the group the day after they broke up?"

"Coincidence."

"Okay," Sirius said in a baiting type voice, "I guess I won't tell you then."

Regulus finally looked up at Sirius who was already looking at him, "Tell me what?" Sirius' heart melted at the hope in Regulus' eyes. "Nothing, nothing," Sirius said before an idea struck him, "If you name 3 things you like about James then, I'll tell you." A blush rose to Regulus' cheeks, the exact reaction Sirius knew he would get, "Why would I- fine." He relented as Sirius acted as if he was about to get up.

"Uhm, he's good at quidditch, he-"Regulus' eyes glossed "is cute when his hair looks all messed up when he gets off his broom, and he's really nice to me, to a point where it can be suffocating, his smile is really pretty..." By the time Regulus was done he had a soft smile and a blush on his face. Sirius smiled. Regulus snapped out of his James-induced trance and school his features slightly. "Now tell me."

"I was gonna tell you that James told me that he fancied you, like a lot, to the point that he talked about you nonstop for about 7 minutes. And the way you just lost yourself for a second makes me think you could probably do the same." Regulus mentally confirmed that. "At first I was kind of pissed off but then I thought about it and I was chill about it."

Regulus' was on cloud 9 but his brain was now farther into overdrive than it normally was. This was most likely a prank anyways, let's not let this go to his head. "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah."

"Wow. That's all you have to say?"

"mhm"

"Okay well, I guess I'll let you go through your weird way of processing things. It's about to rain by the way"

Sirius left mumbling something about insanity.

"I know you're there James," Regulus said about 5 minutes not even looking up from his book. "How do you even do that?" James said sliding the invisibility cloak off of himself. "Do you know where I grew up?" "Fair point." "How much of Sirius and I's conversation did you hear."

James blushed, "Most of it..."

"Oh shit," Regulus moved to get up before James grabbed his arm, keeping him on the ground, "You know I fancy you, why are you running?" "Because it's a prank and I don't feel like dealing with it." "Regulus I swear it's not." "Yeah- mm"

Regulus felt James' lips on his and he let himself be washed over by the feeling before pushing James back. "What the fuck. That's not funny." "Regulus. I'm. Not. Joking." By the time Regulus finished rolling his eyes his back hit the tree, his book hit the ground and James' hands were on his waist pinning him to the tree. "Reg please believe me." Regulus closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he felt rain hitting him and James through the leaves of the tree. "I don't have time for this." "What can I do to prove it to you?"

"Get off me my book is getting soaked," Regulus said, opening his eyes and attempting to push James' much stronger arms

"No, it's not."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because I know how important your books are to you so when Sirius said it was going to rain I put a water-repelling charm on it."

That did it for Regulus. He believed James. One of the quickest ways to his heart was through his books. He surged forward and connected his lips to James'. Putting his arms around his neck. By this point, both of their clothes were thoroughly soaked, but neither of them cared.

James was taken by surprise but happily complied. They didn't release the kiss for another minute. "Wow," James laughed slightly, "What's so funny?" "The fact that I've literally dreamed about kissing you in the rain and now I'm actually doing it." "You've dreamed about me?" "Have you ever looked in a mirror? Who wouldn't dream about you?" Regulus blushed really hard before leaning forward to kiss James again. When they separated James asked, "Will you go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend and if you don't hate me by the end of it be my boyfriend?"

"Let's skip the first part and go straight to me being your boyfriend."

The smile that spread across James' face, in Regulus' opinion, made the sun look like a block of ice.

[indecenthoney]

"Under the Influence"

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Girls like her were a dime a dozen. In a constant foul mood, due to their boyfriends. Believe me. I love to help. I've said my fair share of advice, but somehow the problem never really subsides. And so the cycle continues. Watching them guzzle down can after can; bottle after bottle. Confiding in someone rather than discussing it with the real person who needs to hear it the most.

"Hahaha... Uhm... I think you should like... slow down a bit... I mean you do know how you get when you're drunk... I don't really wanna take care of yo-... Aaaand you're opening another one... Great... One of those nights, huh? Alright, I warned you..."

Trying to communicate with an incoherent idiot who constantly complains about their dissatisfaction. And somehow. SOMEHOW getting caught in the crossfire because a small percentage of men somehow represent the whole population. Well, aren't I appreciated? I gave it the benefit of the doubt that it was the booze talking. But you couldn't blame me for opening a bottle myself. In her distress, she takes her place on my lap trying to find some warmth of solace in my proximity. My eyes slowly wander; peaking into her shirt that was so slightly lifted, exposing her panties. Only to be brought back by her sudden wails. Letting out a big sigh, I placed my chilled bottle between the gap of her thighs. My mind elsewhere even as she flinched. Not to bother myself with the details, my fingers slowly crept down her hair repeating the same mantra I've always done.

"If he wanted to... He would... Any guy would be lucky to have you... You're just... a bit dumb sometimes and you don't know what's good for you or not... I understand that you want to be happy... and he makes you happy so you don't want to give up just yet... but there's just a limit to these things... Listen... You would change for him... but ask yourself... Would he change for you? Exactly... Shhhh... Shhhhh it's okay... I'm here... Honestly... You're just a silly girl... Don't blame yourself... My brainless... hopeless... bestie... What a needy thing you are... It's funny you know... What would your pathetic little boyfriend think? All cuddled up in some random guy's arms..."

I guess after all the trouble she put me through tonight; a little payback was in order. Shades of red paint her face as my whispers filled her head. A slight unease displayed through her fidgets and shallow breaths. The chilled bottle pressed along the fabric of her panties. Pulling her in by the hips as a means to cut off any and all escape. Causing her to further ride up against the bottle. A temptuous ache begins to fester. Her head resting on the nook of my neck. Breathing heavily whilst the bottle grinds into her. The slightest of movements made it all the worse. There I was, ignorant of my own actions. Perhaps in my drunk stupor, the only thing I thought I was doing, was teasing her. So in the sudden silence, my curiosity got the best of me. What was I to do, but press forward?

"Why so quiet, hun? Did I hit a nerve? What? You don't like it when I talk about your boyfriend like that? Right... But here you are... Finding peace in another man... Oh? Someone's upset... Keep looking at me like that and I just might do something about it... That's it... Soften that look, princess... If you know what's good for you... Well, aren't you the sweetest little thing? I could just eat you up... What's wrong? You can't be fucking serious... Getting off at a time like this? On my bottle? Of all things..."

An intense look in her eyes followed every subtle action. My hand placed along the neck of the bottle for a better hold before further toying with her. The bottom edge of my drink brushing against her clit in repeated strokes. Flick and grind. There unholy noises emanated from soaked panties and hushed moans. Seeing what little control she had over the situation fade away brought a smile to my face. A sort of pleasure brought on by tension. And tension brought on by pleasure. There she was, my best friend, or well what remains. A devoted, drooling mutt at my disposal.

"Any further and this would be cheating, no? You're a good girl... Just a little dumb... I'll tell you what... We can forget this ever happened... clean up... and go about our day... Or..."

Eyes gaze longingly at possibilities unknown. Wanting more. No. Needing more. Waiting patiently for my next move. And to her surprise, my cock on full display despite my offer. Positioning my member in a questionable manner; wedged between her panties and bare pussy. Twitching idly awaiting a decision. Each twitch and throb pulling her deeper and deeper into temptation. Certainly, a fall from grace as she ruts eagerly into me. Mindless of any repercussions. Once again looking deeply into my eyes for approval.

"Hm? Hahaha... You do know that... I won't understand a damn thing if all you do is whimper... Say something... C'mon... You're a big girl, use your words... Oh? You want me to put it in? Well then beg for it... Mhm... I want to hear you say it... Admit to me how much of a desperate slut you are... What a filthy... dirty... cum rag you'll be for me... Please? Oh, hun... That's not good enough... You're gonna have to do better than that... As a matter of fact, I want you to work for it... You heard me... Fuck yourself... Your boyfriend may treat you all nice and sweet... but if you're going to be pillow princess about it... Then I might as well put you to work first... Let's see those fragile little legs of yours give out, yeah?"

Leading her to the couch, she timidly places herself atop me. Legs spread and panties pushed to the side. The tip of my cock tracing along the slit of her throbbing cunt. Her actions are only described by one word. Hesitation. And one word describing mine. Impatience. Bucking my hips, my member finds itself deep inside of her in a matter of moments. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head; completely brain-dead from the sensation of my cock filling her to the brim. I believed she needed some sort of motivation to keep things moving. And to my surprise, an opportunity vibrated on the far side of the couch. Her boyfriend. He must've worried sick. Four missed calls. I should do her a favor and pick it up for her.

"You're boyfriend's calling... Shhhh... Hey hey hey... Be normal... You wouldn't want him to find out now, would you? Exactly... Now if you don't start moving those hips... I'll do it myself... But? But nothing... You'll do exactly as I tell you or I'll have your boyfriend hear how much a needy slut you are... Understand? Good girl... That's it, hun... Fuck yourself stupid on my cock... Mhm... Does it feel good? Yeah? He's calling for you, you know? Speak up... But don't you dare forget to move those hips... Hop on it, slut... What an obedient fuck bunny you are..."

It was honestly sweet, hearing her boyfriend apologize so earnestly about his flaws. It could bring a tear to your eye. If only she wasn't making such a slutty face right now. Grinding those hips against my cock with a little bounce in her step. My thumb running circles around her needy clit. Tongue sticking out as she pumps herself full of me. I wasn't even sure if she was saying "I love you" to me or him at this point.

"Mm... F-fuck... That's it... That's a good girl... You know what you're good for... Such a disgusting... filthy... mmph... whore... Hahhaha... Your cunt was made to please men... and you know it... You're not even listening to a damn thing your boyfriend is saying, are you? You sadistic fuck... You don't even care... Poor thing... It's okay Mr. Boyfriend... I'll punish this cheating slut for you..."

Nearing my climax, I threw her off my lap before pinning both her hands causing her to drop her phone. Mounting her into a partial mating press as I lifted one of her legs to her chest. Fucking into her even after my climax had reached its peak. Continually rutting in the most animalistic way possible. No pretty words. No temptation. Just the need to fuck. Who cared if we got caught? Who cared if she got pregnant? If her little boyfriend has a problem, I'll kill him. And I'll fuck her again and again and again-

"Mmm... You look absolutely spent... Hahahah... and won't you look at that? You made the right call on hanging up... I would've fucked you regardless if he was hearing us or not... That's my princess... Such a good job... Let's keep this a secret, yeah? I look forward to our next session..."

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Drink responsibly,

Honey