#hi i know i use this blog for fucking around and whatever but this extends to here too

[roseykat]

TITLE: Stray Kids and Kinks

SUMMARY: Stray Kids members and each of their kinks (in my personal opinion). They’d most likely have more than one as well.

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TAGS: smut, discussions around sex, breath play, choking, public sex, slight voyeurism, begging, pictophilia, degradation, use of the names ‘slut’, ‘whore’, ‘fucktoy’, ‘cumslut’, collars, cuckolding, bondage/shibari.

MASTERLIST

A/N: to the people who were on my main taglist for my works, I’m so sorry because I’ve lost the list I had with everyone’s names on it. I’ll keep trying to search through my documents for them just in case. If I can’t, please message me if you still want to be added, no pressure!

BANG CHAN - Breath play

He’s adopted breath play techniques to help intensify your orgasms. For example, he’ll have a hand around your throat, squeezing at the sides as you’re about to cum. Then, just as you do, he’ll take his hand away so that more oxygen rushes to your brain as you orgasm hard around his dick. Seeing you cum your brains out from it only made him want to do it more.

But it just so happens that Chan also likes to be choked. He folds whenever you’re on top riding him and you extend a hand down his throat to squeeze. As a result, he’s bound to cum inside you without question. Or maybe when you’re both making out, Chan likes to feel your hand apply that snug restriction around the sides of his neck.

MINHO - Public Sex

Public sex is a staple aspect of bringing spontaneity into your relationship with Minho and it’s a major turn on for him. Whenever you’re both on the go, there’s always a time where he’s horny. Fucking in a club was the first time either of you had done anything in public - and you’re sure that someone was in one of the stalls watching through the gap in the door of Minho bending you over the sink.

Now, his horizons have expanded to fucking you in a tent when you both go camping, fucking in a room at some pension when you and the other guys go away for a holiday, giving him head underneath the table at a overly crowded restaurant, fucking you against a brick wall down some alleyway as you’re both walking back home because neither of you could wait. The possibilities are endless for him, and so far you haven’t been caught.

CHANGBIN - Begging

Changbin’s ego inflates whenever you beg him to do something in the bedroom. It not only means that you need him to do whatever it is, but that there’s nobody else in the world who can satisfy you other than him. He just thrives off of it. Begging him to let you cum is his ultimate weak point, but not as much as when you beg him to eat you out.

You could both be fifteen minutes into making out, touching each other, and he would deliberately refrain from doing anything further until he hears you pleading for him to go down on you. Only when he says ‘yes’, he’ll eat you out slowly and delicately, right to the point where you get frustrated and have to beg him again. This time to make you cum.

HYUNJIN - Pictophilia

Has countless polaroids, pictures, and videos of yours and his naked body. Will take photos of you from behind, you with his cum on your tits or face, videos of his dick visibly disappearing inside your pussy and sliding back out, videos of him making you orgasm that you can see your legs shake in the frame. He likes revisiting those memories and then creating more to see later on.

Sometimes you’ll watch them back together, that’s if Hyunjin doesn’t get all shy about it. He likes watching you, just not himself so much. In the moment, when he’s fucking your brains out, he can be an animal and say ‘how good your pussy feels’, tell you how much ‘you’re creaming around him’. But the minute you both watch it over together, he gets embarrassed hearing himself say those things to you on camera. 

HAN - Degradation

At first you weren’t sure if you could bring yourself to call Jisung such degrading names when he asked you to. It wasn’t until you really tried and saw how much he enjoyed it. His eyes glass over like he’s suddenly under your control, which he is. Calling him names like ‘whore’, ‘slut’, or ‘fucktoy’ is guaranteed to make him cum even harder.

Pairing that with any type of overstimulation or orgasm control gives you a very needy Jisung who’s brain turns into mush just from hearing those sorts of names. He isn’t too sure why or how degradation works so well for him, how it makes his orgasms feel ten times more stronger than just normal verbal communication during sex. That being said, Jisung, like you’ve told him many times, is a ‘cumslut’ who enjoys just orgasming. So much that if degradation helps him get there, then he’s all for it.

FELIX - Collar Kink

Each collar is carefully selected by him for you to wear. He cares and stores them the way that he does with his keyboards. His favourites are the ones with metal rings or heart shaped loops at the front so that he can hook his finger in it and bring you closer to whatever it is he’s doing. They’re very personal statements that he takes pride in not only collecting but also creating as well.

Felix customises and curates them especially for you. He selects the leathers from black to pale pinks to deep reds. Some will have studs or multiple metal loops, others will be classic and plain. The point of the matter is that Felix swells inside with excitement every time he gets to fasten or buckle the collar around your neck.

SEUNGMIN - Cuckolding

This man has a kink for essentially watching you get railed by another man - maybe two sometimes. He doesn’t strike as the type of person to share you, but he compromises when his fantasies come into focus. When he presented you with this peculiar idea to see you have sex with someone other than himself, you were all in it. To test things out, he thought it would be best to invite someone you both know. Someone who would be into the same idea.

That person ended up being Jisung who was a perfect fit for the night and it’s never been awkward since. These types of experiences make having sex with Seungmin even more special and intimate when it’s just the two of you. There’s not another man who makes you cum the way he does - none of the men he’s watched you have sex with.

Jeongin - Bondage

Jeongin enjoys tying you up, but especially in shibari. An intricate practice of bondage that passes off more as art than something sexual. He’s perfected the craft of skilfully binding your body to create beautiful ties and wraps. His slender and long fingers help with threading multiple lengths of ropes into different loops at the same time. In some cases, shibari is just for people to look at and doesn’t involve sex.

Almost similar to BDSM in some cases. But Jeongin will fuck you in it. There’s a side to him that can be very irrational and heated. The way the rope tightens around your body or the way the patterns contrast with your skin, makes him impulsive. He will involve other sexual practices like BDSM, maybe sensation play, edging, orgasm denying - anything to see you struggle against the rope.

[burningcheese-merchant]

cmon burningcheese headcanon generator 3000. I know you got some more in there so SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!!!

Should I change my blog name to that, I wonder 🤔

Rough day today so I'm going to answer this particular ask in an attempt at self-soothing because BurningCheese makes me happy haha

For Valentine's Day, Burning Spice likes to show off his surprising way with words by writing Golden Cheese poetry. Even today, after knowing him for so long (and knowing he's not dumb, far from it), she still can't help but feel astonished by the silver tongue he hides in his mouth. He's been doing this since long before they ever got together (he started when she began tolerating him enough to allow him near her outside of their usual sparring sessions lol) and he's never missed a day. Even when she still hated him, she was never able to refuse (both because he knew to play to her love of gifts, and because he wouldn't leave her alone until she took the damn envelope lol)... Nowadays she almost acts like a schoolgirl with a crush, in how excited she is to see what he writes her next. She keeps them all safe in an everything-proof box and it's one of her favorite things to receive from him (like so haha)

Likes To Bite x Likes Being Bitten (and it goes both ways lol. GC just waits until they're alone to give him a nibble. He loves it so fucking much you have no idea)

BS's main love language is physical touch, which he gives GC in spades. A hand on her shoulder, an arm around her waist, grabbing her and yanking her away from whatever she's doing and into an inescapable hug, holding her in his lap, smothering her with kisses, adult fun time (wink wink)... He simply cannot keep his hands off of her, nor does he want to, nor will he ever. (this also extends to fighting. They still spar all the time, for fun. Old habits die hard)

BS is extremely clingy at bedtime, he will grab onto GC and fall asleep and not let her go no matter what (he won't wake up either, he sleeps like the dead... Unless she tries to get up to drink water or something, then he's awake and grumbling and fussing like a spoiled baby until she's back in his indestructible cage of an embrace)

GC doesn't like spicy food at all. She indulges BS when he wants her to try food from his homeland because that's what lovers do for each other (and she's too proud to chicken out), but... goodness, those people are insane. They think this amount of spice in a dish is acceptable??? BS just thinks it's really funny to watch her sputter and her face turn red when she eats a mouthful of vindaloo lol (although he secretly hopes that any children they have do not inherit her spice intolerance)

BS helps GC preen or otherwise tend to her wings when necessary. She used to ask her attendants to help, now he's the only one who's allowed to (they've come a long way since this haha)

They're both very jealous and not jealous at the same time, if that makes any sense. Neither doubts the other's loyalty or devotion, not one bit. Buuuuut alsooooooo they don't like when anyone else tries anything with the other lol. Someone even LOOKS at GC Like That and BS is either getting in their face to intimidate them or being overly touchy with GC to establish dominance lol. (GC usually doesn't need to step in if the reverse happens, BS will just tell other women to fuck off point-blank. But if they don't listen, then it's HER turn to be overly touchy to establish dominance lol. Also, lots of mean girl insults. That's what you get for trying something with her man)

BS proposed to GC on the same cliff where he tore up her wings. Very macabre and tasteless on the surface, admittedly, but he saw it as undoing the dark, unfortunate significance that place held. Making new, happy memories to replace the old, unhappy ones, ykwim? (She understood what was meant by them being there when it happened, she was actually very touched)

BS is GC's new throne. Being significantly smaller than him means she fits really snug in his lap. An extra throne was not built for him after they married because GC said that he's allowed to sit in hers and she'll just sit in his lap when he does lol

GC tastes rich and a bit salty; BS tastes very hot and spicy. His is actually the only spice she can tolerate (and thinks is delicious)

Something kid-related just because: GC named their son, BS named their daughter. But you probably could've guessed that on your own haha

[melrosing]

What actually is the evidence for Tyrion Targaryen? I’ve seen the bits about Joanna from A World of Ice and Fire but don’t know if there is more? What is the bit in GRRM’s blog post?

I can’t remember if I did an answer for this before but in any case I can’t find it so summary below

THE JOANNA SIDE OF THINGS

Joanna spent her youth at court as a lady in waiting to Rhaella, and Aerys always had a thing for her. Rhaella ultimately dismisses Joanna from court, saying she wouldn’t have Aerys making a whore of one of her ladies, but it’s unclear whether whatever was taking place between them was consensual or not/how far it was taken. Joanna marries Tywin around this time, Aerys gropes her during the bedding ceremony, then presumably they don’t see each other for a few years, in which time the twins are born.

After that they meet again maybe twice on record: once for an extended period when Aerys moves the court to Casterly Rock having named Tywin hand, one year after the twins are born. Then again at court in KL when the twins are six, which is the time Aerys makes a derogatory comment about Joanna’s breasts. And….. this is around a year before Tyrion is born.

So as far as the Joanna stuff goes… if Tyrion is indeed Aerys’ son biologically, it’s unclear what kind of relationship his parents had. There are three possibilities:

The relationship was always nonconsensual, and Joanna has always loved Tywin (or it’s possible even that she never loved either of them idk)

The relationship was initially consensual but later it was not: maybe Joanna loved Aerys in her youth but then fell in love w Tywin instead, and Aerys forced himself on her in the latter years

They were in love the whole time but there were abusive and/or toxic elements to the relationship, with Aerys humiliating Joanna at court before/after they slept together in KL in 272AC.

I kind of tend towards 3. I don’t think Aerys and Joanna were star crossed lovers, it’s obvious he has publicly humiliated her a number of times and that a big part of her appeal is that she ‘belongs’ to Tywin, and Aerys wants what Tywin has, and relishes the opportunity to humiliate him more than anything. There’s definitely some humiliation by proxy shit going on here. Joanna is sometimes the middle man between Tywin and Aerys, and maybe Tywin is sometimes the middle man between Aerys and Joanna.

And the reason I think it’s 3 is specifically bc of how Tywin himself is written. Tywin is fucking deluded, and everything he thinks is gold is shit. If the thing he prized the most (his romance w Joanna) was the biggest lie of them all, that would be some kind of poetry.

Then it’s a matter of whether Tywin knew. And I think he did? Tywin almost never talks about Joanna, except to accuse Tyrion of killing her. And whilst this is quite an emotive thing to say, the way he says it has a level of remove - it’s another in the list of Tyrion’s sins. As for how his grief for Joanna looks from the outside, we’re told that 1) whatever joy he had in him was gone and 2) he tells Jaime at the age of about 8 (I.e. maybe a year after Joanna’s death) that love is worthless.

This could be bc he’s a wife guy and misses her terribly in his usual deeply dysfunctional way. But my suspicion is that Tywin despises Joanna for the affair, but cannot tell anyone about it. No one can know that this grand romance of his was tarnished, and that he was a cuckold. So everyone assumes his coldness is his grief from the outside, but we don’t know that. And it’s possible the sheer hatred he feels for Tyrion has to do with not only having to raise the child of this affair, but that that child, being disabled, leaves him to suffer a fresh ‘humiliation’ that he has to claim as his own.

I’ve also always found Jaime’s dream of Joanna very strange in that it tells us a lot about how insecure Tywin was, and how Joanna knew that - but nothing about how she herself felt about him. She's a very ambiguous character, and have only the most fleeting glimpses of her as a person apart from Tywin. How do we know she ever loved him as much as he loved her?? I've said before I think it's notable she never told him about what the twins had been doing, and her plot to send one of them to Dorne. She was clearly a woman with thoughts and plans quite separate from her husband's, that she let him in on only as she saw fit. There is a tangible distance in there somewhere, it's just hard to say how great that distance might be with what we have so far.

And finally, when Tywin's last words are literally 'you are no son of mine' - was he like. telling the truth? lol?

THE DRAGON SIDE OF THINGS

So obviously this also goes way beyond just the possibility of an affair between Aerys and Joanna - Tyrion is also tied up with a lot of dragon imagery, as well as bits of foreshadowing etc. First off, his interest and affinity with dragons is established several times over:

Tyrion had a morbid fascination with dragons. TYRION II, AGOT

"When I was your age, I used to dream of having a dragon of my own [...] Oh, yes. Even a stunted, twisted, ugly little boy can look down over the world when he's seated on a dragon's��back [...] I used to start fires in the bowels of Casterly Rock and stare at the flames for hours, pretending they were dragonfire. Sometimes I'd imagine my father burning. At other times, my sister." TYRION II AGOT

When he was still a lonely child in the depths of Casterly Rock, he oft rode dragons through the nights, pretending he was some lost Targaryen princeling, or a Valyrian dragonlord soaring high o'er fields and mountains. Once, when his uncles asked him what gift he wanted for his nameday, he begged them for a dragon. "It wouldn't need to be a big one. It could be little, like I am." His uncle Gerion thought that was the funniest thing he had ever heard, but his uncle Tygett said, "The last dragon died a century ago, lad." That had seemed so monstrously unfair that the boy had cried himself to sleep that night. TYRION II, ADWD

And there's a fair bit of foreshadowing in these passages alone, e.g. in the second passage, Tyrion is talking to Jon, ALSO a secret Targ, and in the third imagines himself 'some lost Targaryen princeling', which he may well fuckin be. sort of.

There's also this passage that has always stood out to me.

[Tyrion:] "What do you see in those flames?" "Dragons," Moqorro said [...] "Dragons old and young, true and false, bright and dark. And you. A small man with a big shadow, snarling in the midst of all." TYRION VIII, ADWD

Like oh, right. So what's Tyrion doing amidst all those dragons lol. well, I think it's going to be a whole lot more obvious in hindsight; this is very Melisandre searching the flames and seeing 'only snow' - Moqorro has seen something but no one knows enough to take its meaning.

Then there's the fact that we basically know there will be two dragonriders joining Dany, because 'the dragon has three heads'. One of them is obviously Jon, but who is the other? It's not going to be Aegon/Young Griff, because ya boy's a Blackfyre. It's going to be Tyrion. There are imo three main characters in ASOIAF, and they are Jon, Dany and Tyrion, and it's what connects them that's the twist. They're also distinct in that their mothers all died giving birth to them, and each comes from what I think are functionally the three main houses - Targaryen, Stark, and Lannister. Dany is Targaryen-Targaryen, Jon is Stark-Targaryen, Tyrion is Lannister-Targaryen. There's a weird little rhyme to it.

So having established that Tyrion is one of the three heads, I'm referring back to GRRM's recent blog post. There's not a whole lot that's new here, except that I think it comes close to affirming that whatever affinity it is that Valyrians have with dragons, it's in the blood.

I did once prefer the idea that hypothetically, a dragonrider could be anyone (e.g. Nettles), because it seemed kind of just idk. dull that the Valyrians hold all the power here, and kind of romantic that a dragonrider could be almost anyone.

However, I have changed my mind lol. Thinking about it now, it's like.... if indeed the dragons are products of bloodmagic etc, as Septon Barth's GRRM-endorsed theory goes, there is something weird and manmade about them, and indeed about whatever connection the Valyrians have with them. It's not a natural feature of the Valyrians that they just get along great with dragons, it's an affinity intentionally created by their ancestors to grant them access to the power a dragon represents. This isn't an equal relationship between man and beast - man messed with something here. That is why the Valyrians can connect with dragons, and the whole 'blood mages were doing freaky experiments to create a connection for the use of dragonfire' is a fair bit less romantic than 'Valyrians and dragons are one and the same'. There's a deep cynicism in it.

That said, I don't think that means that the dragons can't be used as a force for good. They can and will be. It's more that, taking control of any creature that powerful has consequence, and what are the limits of that blood connection etc.

ALL that to say, if Tyrion's going to ride a dragon he needs Valyrian blood. It can't be enough that Viserion/Rhaegal just think his one liners are killer.

and finally no Tyrion Targ post complete without mentioning that his hair is paler than Jaime and Cersei's and he has one dark eye that who knows could be a deep purple??

WHY DON'T I LIKE TYRION TARG THEORY

Because I like Lannisters lol and I think for all that's interesting about the above, the messy relationships between Tywin and Tyrion and Cersei and Jaime are a whole lot more engaging for me, and I feel like it's some kind of cop out if the one son Tywin never wanted wasn't really his anyway, proper yer a wizard tyrion. It's just. why mess w a good thing, you know. but as i've said before, if it happens i'll just go to therapy and talk it out. i will live. whereas if jaime and cersei were secret targs i WILL jump out a window

[snakeunderyourboot]

can I talk about about Miraculous Team from s2 finale? I'm going to talk about Mireaculous Team from s2 finale

IT HAD SO MUCH POTENTIAL

Like, narratively, at the end of s2 Hawkmoth got a new powerful ally Mayura, who can create senti-beings, which makes Akuma much more powerful than before. Even if LB and CN know that the peacock miraculous is damaged, they don't know to what extent and how exactly it affects its holder. The fact that Mayura even goes through wielding damaged miraculous already shows her huge trust and support of Hawkmoth and whatever his plan is.

So as the power of the antagonist grows, the protagonists also need to become stronger. The antagonist should always be a step ahead, BUT the protagonist should follow not so far after them because if not, it would be atomic bomb vs coughing baby. So LB and CN on their side, have themselves, a box of miraculouses, master Fu(debatable but okay), and some power-up additions. Only the 5-min rule after transformation is still present, they can't go around to give away all miraculouses because then it would be a repeat of the butterfly miraculous situation, and master FU isn't exactly helpful(especially later in the season where he is literally hunted by HM)

So. LB and CN need help

And if bad guys can team up, why can't good guys team up too?

And so we have a Mirauculous Team with now extended use of mirauclouses! We have Rena Rouge, who is secretly Alya, best friend of Marinette (or secterly LB), whose lifelong dream was to be a superhero. Now, I am sure, that being a superhero and having access to ALLL information that was hidden from the public, would go great for a young journalist who already had some fuck-ups and posting not great information. Also, sometimes your dream of a superhero doesn't match with reality! So is it really worth it to be a superhero? Sure, you want to help but are you really capable of providing such help if your first thought is content for your blog? Also also NOW IT"S YOUR TURN TO LIE TO YOUR FRIENDS. How does that feel?

And we have Carapace, who is Nino, best friend of Adrien, whose literal definition is being chill. Sure when needed, he will rise to the occasion, but again - is it really worth being a hero? Nino is a good person, he fought tooth and nail to get Adrien his birthday party, but saving the whole world? Nino?? The simple guy who just loves his friends and family and wants them to be okay??? That guy???? Also also LB and even sometimes CN would talk hours about responsibility and how important miraculouses are, but like...aren't they making it worse? Maybe the HM would fuck off after awhile, if other miraculouses didn't show up. Maybe the path of least resistence IS sometimes a good path. Why no one talks about it?

And last but not least we have Queen Bee or Chloe Bourgeois, the person who literally no one wanted to have a miraculous in the first place but it happened so we ball I guess. Chloe really admires LB but you know how idols tend to be when you actually meet them. And yeah okay, Chloe fucks up a lot in the first months of having a miraculous on semi-permanent base and LB criticize her, but she always tries to make up with expensive goods and screaming how much LB is better than anyone else. She doesn't understand why LB keeps asking her to treat normally. How LADYBUG can be a normal person??? She is a goddess, someone so cool and realized and everyone loves her and she keeps getting praise for just existing and...why does LB sometimes seem to be so human, so exhausted and stressed? That doesn't make sense...also also now that Chloe has miraculous she can't lose it. She needs to be better, to keep miraculous. But what does this "better" entitle? Better at battle, at powers, at SCHOOL?? How would famous Abry react to that I wonder?

As a cherry on top, we have LB and CN trying to learn how is it to work in a bigger team, to share responsibility and to help each other. It was them for a while and now there are new people and change is scary. How would that affect the love square?

The most important bit is that all members of the Miraculous Team have connections to LB and CN civilian life. They are all intervened, and they are all people we know and love and want to know more about! Sure, a lot of conflicts I brought up based on some of my vague ideas, but they could be explored!

The arc where Alya posts some crucial miraculous info on her blog, which HM notices and uses in the next battle, which hurts some of the members of the team. The arc where Nino is so convinced he is not cut out for hero life he practically searches for excuses to be put out of the team (one of the battles really scared his little brother and Nino wasn't there to help. If he cannot help his brother, how can he help the whole city?). The arc where Chloe tries to be good, is more or less okay at it, and then fails spectacularly(does it mean they will take her miraculous please no she can't lose pollen she can't lose someone who loves her as she is pleas no)

As a bonus, we could have had a Master FU BEING AN ACTUAL MENTOR INSTEAD OF just some lore-exposition guy. If he is so guilty about his past mistakes, well, here are 5 traumatized teenagers, the least you could do is actually help them. And no, not only Marinette, give others some advice too.

By the end of s2 we would have a good team of characters we already loved and now love even more, that are complicated and interesting AND GUESS WHAT the formula of "marinette has a problem with her life, akuma somehow related to it happens, LB fight it, everything is resolved, Marinette has some real-life lesson" STILL WORKS. Just now we can pair up Marinette with some other characters and if they happen to learn something too then GOOD. Kids can draw parallels and understand the lesson regardless

I just love those kids....I think they had a really good opportunity to spice up the show but leave the premise more or less the same.

And yeah we have "Miraculous Team" in s6 now, but all the points I mentioned before are non-existent now. There are too many people, for an antagonist who is so far less threatening than HM. It can change but that wouldn't fix the whole issue. All of Marinette's class doesn't have this much connection to her, as her literal best friend, her childhood friend, her crush and her rival/bully.

Anyway

I gushed enough(I didn't, but I am sleepy)

[eldritch-spouse]

(I never used tumblr to ask anything, I've been a lurker for ages tho lol, so I hope this is the right place to ask)

What if you get dragged to pride for one reason or another as a weak normal human with a very VERY limited knowledge abot hell and demons. What if you miraculously survive long enough to drag your weakened and desperate body (bc beign tossed around by pride demons must not be fun i assume) , to finally stumble upon a demon so powerful and frightening that not only shocks you to your very core just by being in his presence, but any other demon around. Just for you to crawl to his feet worshipping, sobbing and saying whatever nonsense you can think of in that beaten up desperate state. Asking him for help, a deal! Whatever the cost , in that moment you are willing to give up everything in order to escape the hell that is your life.

How would Cero react? would he go for the marriage contract? or do something way more cruel since the reader is already giving up? (the reader may already be his obsession or not, I dunno to be honest)

(( on a side note I always used tumblr to just lurk and read fan fictions but your blog is so good! I've been keeping up with it since last easter and I love how you entratain all the gruesome fucked up kinks but always keep set boundaries you are comfortable in. Also your writing is really amazing and i love your yanderes, expecially Vinnel and Cero hehe Sorry for the ramble keep up the good work!!))

[Thenk you! I'm happy to hear you've been around for so long, glad you're liking stuff! :7 You kind of need to have strong boundaries in a blog that handles these topics, or it can very quickly become a harmful space.]

Cero couldn't possibly have you in a better position.

Usually, when he strikes deals that actually mean anything to him, the demonlord has to use a great deal of deceitful "democracy" and political babbling, a sometimes exhausting back and forth that involves a great deal of patience and artfully chipping away at a potential client's reasoning/defenses.

You're basically giving him a free win. You have no chips to bargain with, no cards to play, no power no leverage no rights not even the health and mental fortitude to deny him! Why, you broke yourself before Cero could. Outstanding work.

The King goes through many emotions while you beg at his feet, clinging to his boots like an insect. But what ends up winning and showing on his face is an animalistic sense of glee that has his eyes glowing and his teeth nearly slicing into his bottom lip. He's hard and he doesn't even care that you can definitely see it if you glance up.

The King pretends to be courteous as he extends a hand to oh so selflessly help you up. You're filthy, he'll have to scrub you raw when he gets you into a bathtub, but that's for later. That very same hand suddenly finds its home tight around your neck while he begins directing you to his mansion, introducing himself along the way with no small amount of bombastic flair.

Cero sees great potential in you, for a human. It's unfortunate that you've fallen this low, but it's to be expected really, without him there to guide you, to fix you, to polish you into the diamond he knows he can make you. But all of that can be in the past, all your ailments cured. Your name dignified and whispered with admiration in his domain.

Take his pen, it can even become yours too, so long as you sign right there.

Sign right now and Cero will personally track down the demons that wronged you. You have his word that they will be subjected to unspeakable atrocities.

[formulatrash]

hi there i hope your day is going well, i just wanted to send you some positivity to your inbox!! 🙏🙏🙏

ok long story ish incoming but i just went through an agonizing realization of my stupidity bc people have quite literally sent tumblr posts to me like "dude check out hazels commentary /pos" and my dumb little brain just absolutely NEVER connected the dots until tonight, in which i quite randomly stumbled upon ur reddit ama and you linked your tumblr and i just went. oh. omy god . OH MY GOD ... IT WAS *THAT* HAZEL ALL ALONG AND I JUST?? NEVER ASKED MY FRIENDS FOR ELABORATION?? and then i promptly went through my blog and metaphorically held my head in my hands at the one time where i responded to your extremely insightful commentary with my own reblog of my conscious stream of thought commentary, which i had wrote with the mindset of "wow!! this person who responded to me had some really great points! :)" NOT KNOWING WHO THE FUCK I WAS TALKING TO ... AUGH....... MY BAD ...

anyways even wrapping my head around the thought that my silly little motorsport blog was perceived by a journalist whom i respect and look up to is CRAZY!! cant even begin to express how much i appreciate your thorough and honest insight/commentary into the world of motorsport (fe in particular), i also couldn't believe some of the anon asks you get here on a regular basis so i hope to cancel out a fraction of their negativity with some kindness today :] thank u for being urself!!

this was such a nice ask to receive I've been really like. uh. I have a problem with praise and stuff cus my brain goes a bit wonky and turns it into digging knives into myself or whatever (not literally) so I am kind of useless with it.

but please don't think you need to give me some kind of special respect! I am just another blogger innit. we are all on the timeline but some of us are looking at the [redacted] and I'm always happy to have people reblog my posts with their own thoughts. the idea journalists' thoughts are more special and correct than anyone else is for precious white dudes, not me. I like to hear people's thoughts. (when they extend beyond "Hazel you're a cunt" or whatever at least)

[captainuranium543]

Why do people keep having weird beef with you? You seemed like a regular person, nice one even, but somehow you seemed to get misconstrued? A lot? Especially regarding Jerza. Which is, hmm, weird. Anyway, sorry if this is too direct and insensitive 🙇, but I have to let you know you're a pretty swell guy to me, and your art is very fun. Please keep yourself safe and secure.

If you don't mind a question after the unloading, I would like to ask, what would you have done about the concept of Mest, or Doranbolt? Like, not him in the story, just the character concept: shaky grey morals, memory manipulation magic, sketchy character, weird tics, etc. I just wanna how you'd play around with that kind of guy if he was in your hands.

Also, fun questions do you have a Fairy Tail Next Gen fankid of your ships?

Drink plenty of water 💦, sleep early regularly, may a kind month come embrace you.

Thanks man that means a lot to me im glad you enjoy my blog.

Starting out with the asks for Mest I think he is actually criminally underutilized. The magic council in general is a whole can of worms for me so I wont get to deep into that but I don't think nearly enough time is spent exploring just how fucking evil they can be. I think the concept of a fairy tail member who has been deep in the magic council for an extended period of time would give a really great opportunity to explore that side of them. Mest's morality right at the start is questionable, and I definitely think that was the councils influence because I cant imagine any fairy tail member abandoning the guild, memory wiped or not. So I think it would have been really cool to see how he got to that point. The magic council is a deeply corrupt government system to the point one of the highest ranking officials managed to run a cult on the side and nobody noticed, I think using Mest to explore that would have been a pretty great use of his character.

Also side notes, I like his relationship with Lahar, I think they play off each other well. Above all else though I think the biggest change I would have made would be not implying him to be a pedophile because what the fuck was that.

Question 2: no i do not i'm sorry😔 i've come up with some names I think the main ships would use in the past but that's about the extent of it. I can link that post here though if you wanna check it out

Lastly, as for the weird ebeef ive been in recently its honestly kind of stupid.

My opinion on jerza is kind of complicated because while I do enjoy certain aspects of it and think it has a lot of potential for a really interesting relationship, im also not a big fan of how it was executed in canon. I find a lot of the canon content tends treat their relationship more like a goal for jellals redemption rather than an actual connection between 2 people and in the process it tends to leave the characters feeling watered down in a way i find very fusterating as somone who likes them both. I've never really tried to hide that opinion, but im much more vocal about it on other platforms, which I guess leads to people feeling misled. I've blocked those people now though so hopefully we're done with all this and I can get back to doing whatever.

In anycase, thank you so much I'm really glad you like my art. Also really glad you think i'm nice, I try to be. thank you for the ask!!

[homeless202]

I’m new here and I absolutely love your type of blogs with analysis and meta and long texts~~

I was wondering—is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship the kind that could be interpreted as romantic?

first of all, welcome and ty! and sorry it took me so long to reply, i hope u're still around anon. now to answer ur question

i'll take this opportunity to share all my thoughts on the topic bc i have Many.

TLDR: it is possible to read it as romantic if you really want to, but it's not meant to (at least not as of right now in the story aka ch.224)

deep dive under the cut as to why

-> can Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship be interpreted as romantic?

i like how you phrased that bc, the thing is, interpretation is very subjective. you're welcome and allowed to interpret things however you want, but in EY&HJ's case, i feel like you'd have to work a lil extra hard to get to that point.

-> is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship meant to be interpreted as romantic?

this one's easy bc no. objectively Not. the genre of No Home is drama and slice of life (and once upon a time, horror). even if they were to ever end up in a romantic relationship, that's not what the story is about.

when i ask myself what the author's intention is with this story, i'd say it's to (realistically) portray how a young person with trauma would navigate another young person's trauma. and showing how easy it is to unintentionally fuck it up for various reasons: lacking context as to what exactly said trauma is, generally not knowing how to navigate it, their own trauma getting in the way, lacking the necessary resources. take your pick.

think of it like "how should i carry someone else's baggage when i have my own to deal with?" while also keeping in mind they're kids; they often don't have enough experience to know how to help, and even when they know what the right thing to do is, they're not old enough to take (legal) action.

and especially, the most heart-breaking yet realistic thing, when you're just getting to know someone, you can't know everything about them. it's so easy to accidentally do or say sth that cuts or offends when it wasn't meant to. but when they've got their own issues, it's hard not to take it personally (eg. EY talking about HJ's parents without knowing his mom died not long ago in the beginning of the story).

-> what even is Eunyung and Haejoon’s relationship??

this one's so funny bc i have no idea how to answer and i'm convinced not even EY and HJ themselves would know how to answer. they're not really friends; they got off on the wrong foot and kept walking with two left feet way too much to call themselves friends. the things that pushed them together the most were the dorms (not anymore) and the same friend group (more or less since EY has multiple).

what fits them best i'd say is "the universe forced us together against our will and now we're stuck with one another altho we hate each other" (<- at least in the beginning) extended with the "misery loves company" sentiment. finding comfort in someone who gets it, even tho they only kinda get it but not really but it works out anyway except it doesn't <- THERE'S NO NAME FOR THAT *cry* they invented a new type of character dynamic smh (i've never read a pairing with so much (romantic) potential only to see them completely fuck up their chance so royally by the end of their interaction EVERY SINGLE TIME. like yeah, enemies to lovers whatever BUT NOT TO THAT LEVEL HOLY SHIT)

they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. they're compatible in the way they understand each other on a deeper level and incompatible in the way they don't.

...however...

this is how HJ thinks of EY: (and also what No Home is truly abt)

and this is how EY feels about HJ after EY found out HJ used to steal as well (aka that HJ isn't perfect like the stuck up bitch EY thought he was at first):

so...

<- -> EY's first impression of HJ was that he was looking down on him and sth like "does this guy have ulterior motives? or is he just that naive being so trusting?" until EY found out HJ wasn't that different from him. after that, EY started admiring HJ for still managing to achieve things in life despite the hardships he had to go through. the type of admiration that can easily (and sometimes does) slip into envy.

-

since the beginning, EY has helped HJ (or at least tried to) without him knowing. sometimes it worked out, sometimes not. most times EY tried doing sth nice for HJ was (from EY's perspective) in return to HJ trying to help him or doing nice things for him (which, again, sometimes worked out, sometimes not). EY was just paying back a debt to "this stubborn naive guy who keeps getting into trouble and butting into his business. gotta look out for this idiot or he might get scammed." (<- eg. when EY offered to get HJ's money back from his uncle)

he doesn't do it for credit or friendship or out of obligation, he's just doing what he thinks is the right thing bc he doesn't want to owe anyone anything. he can't accept people just genuinely being kind, genuinely caring and genuinely wanting to help. but he's been learning and slowly coming to terms with it.

-

<- -> HJ first wanted to try befriending EY despite not liking him bc, well, the guy did steal his wallet and stab him in their first interaction. after trying and failing at it multiple times, thanksgiving happened, and HJ started thinking of EY as his underclassman bc he realized EY's just a kid with issues and he should keep an eye on him (discretely bc EY hates pity).

-

with time HJ has come to understand EY better by going after him whenever he ran off and slowly realized that EY does mean well and has his reasons (as fucked up as they might be sometimes). but his mentality abt EY is still "i gotta push him in the right direction cuz he's my underclassman and i unintentionally got attached to him (somehow??)" (also bc he knows EY already gave up on himself so he needs a lil help to find his way again. also also bc he knows EY is lowkey suicidal and he's scared it'll be his fault if sth happens) <- his care for EY comes from a protective/nurturing (/possibly maybe guilty) place which started when he realized EY was just a kid^^. in other words, HJ still bothers with EY out of a subconscious sense of responsibility/obligation in a way (a good way tho. or at least a way that gets better)

see, sth i struggle with is if HJ thinks he has to or wants to or thinks he should or can't just not help/care for EY. i can't exactly pinpoint where the sentiment is coming from. his face is too blank for me to read sometimes T_T

-

to summarize: HJ is EY's goal, what EY wishes he could've been. and EY is HJ's 'responsibility' so to speak (bc 'burden' doesn't quite fit since HJ is there for EY willingly) -> EY has a positive opinion of HJ while HJ has a neutral opinion of EY (which is also gradually getting better)

note1: i think HJ's intention (maybe subconsciously) was to be to EY what HJ's upperclassman was to him. aka someone who's there when you need it and can help guide you. it would explain why HJ kept chasing after EY despite not really having a reason to and EY repeatedly rejecting HJ's care/help.

note2: i also believe the 'upper-under-classman' relationship dynamic fits them the best atm bc it also matches the way the story often singles EY out as he's the only second year (aka younger) of the 6 MCs.

-> Romance in No Home?

another thing i should mention is that No Home rarely leaves things open for interpretation. the deepest arguments EY&HJ had were always spelled out for us, to make us understand exactly what the problem was, and how there isn't a good guy and a bad guy. it's just two people with issuesTM.

from what we've seen in the story up to this point, i couldn't pick out a moment where i'd go "here! that's romantic! that's the moment they realized SomeThing!" yk

when it comes to romance specifically, i feel like a handful of opportunities were missed. there are scenes which could've easily been written trough a rosy lens but simply weren't.

exhibit A:

HJ was speechless bc "wow this mf really is actively picking a fight with an authority figure. i gotta make sure things don't escalate" not bc "hoLY sHiT hE's PreTTy. all his fangirls are on to something". however, this only becomes more clear when you keep reading the next few chapters, so i understand how you could interpret it as the latter.

exhibit B:

here they got so close and the moment was so deep bc "woaa he said he believes me. no one's said to me that before!". unfortunately, EY was panicking too much for it to mean something bc of the guilt he felt for HJ trusting someone so undeserving of trust like EY.

exhibit C:

this is maybe the closest we got to romantic between these two. i think this might be the only (or at least first) ever deep interaction between them that didn't end in a fight or misunderstanding. is it meant to be romantic tho? -> ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-> what do i think?

first, full transparency: i went into reading this story fully expecting it to be a BL and for EY&HJ to end up together. but the more i kept on reading, the more i got the ick thinking about them being in a (romantic) relationship bc, at least from what we've seen so far in the story, their relationship would be so ToxicTM (which i personally don't enjoy reading).

as they are right now, i wouldn't want them to be together like that. like, honestly, you still can't really consider these two even friends; they just tolerate each other if the stars align correctly (altho, i'll admit, their relationship is gradually getting better!!). every big argument they had i thought "god, there's no coming back from that. i'd cut ties so quickly if was them wtf". i still don't know how they managed to keep on interacting, props to them ig.

there's a lot of unresolved issues between them. and a lot of resentment which would not bode well in a romantic relationship. the smallest argument would turn explosive and they'd be, at best, in an on&off type of relationship. they both have the power to break the other and neither would be afraid to use it. they have a lot of history together, which is not always pleasant, so if they ever were to go the romantic route, it would have to be a long way to go.

technically, i could see them in a romantic relationship if they both went to therapy first and talked out all the baggage they're carrying (both individual and shared). realistically tho, what i think will happen at the end of No Home is that either they never cross paths again after high school ends (which would absolutely break my heart Wanan pls don't), or they somehow (unintentionally) end up living together bc they both desperately needed a roommate to pay rent (which would be a hilarious fucking gag LMAO). just, HJ going to uni/work and EY doing his own thing (prolly an actor) while still cohabiting together; hanging out to watch a movie before bed <- (whether platonic or romantic being left up for interpretation)

<- -> in conclusion, from what we've seen up to this point, their relationship is mainly upper-under-classman; reluctant (maybe) friends who tolerate each other but also care (too) deeply. they've changed each other, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. in some ways they're compatible and in others they're not.

all this being said, their relationship is improving and romance between EY&HJ is not impossible, just rather unlikely imo. but, again, interpretation is subjective and u're welcome to read their relationship however you want.

[goaliegossip]

https://www.tumblr.com/goaliegossip/772895452651814912/i-have-so-many-opinions-on-the-canucks-with-how?source=share

If miller doesnt want to fucking play then he can leave. The last handful of games he just gives up halfway through a shift

Tocchets system IS NOT WORKING. and I think he knows it and either doesnt care because he hasnt been extended or has lost the locker room that severly. I have said more on this to other blogs before and i still stand by it

Quinn as much as I love him and I know its prob because of injury and being overworked but he hasn't been as good lately. Hes been missing passes or barely getting them and having to cirlce back to regroup and he's still one of the only players working hard but stil he hasn't been playing as well or as hard as he usually does

Boeser is probably not getting extended. I hate to sy it because i love him but his performance is not up to par and if they trade for anyone early theyre using him as a trading tool and he's gonna be gone

It should not be the 3rd and 4th line carrying the fucking team with the exception of garly and maybe sherwood (since hes bounced to top 6)

Rick is benching people that should not be benched. Why is Höggy one of the only people out on the ice popping his fucking oussy to try and get something done yet hes usually the lowest on ice time?

I know injuries and whatever but STOP MOVING THE LINE AROUND. It is not helping anyone most of the players that have been out are the top 6 and they can more successfully be bounced around but stop putting abby guys on top line and leaving guys that have been around at the bottom. Theres too many players that need at least a little bit of consistency to be successful. hes got an entire line of players that have killer shots but mostly only when they get set up for them. if theres no one good at setting up then your line of all people who are better after being set up will be useless

I think this season is a wash. Unless theres some miracle by te trade deadline or some come to jesus moment in the locker room its going to be a whole retool/minor rebuild at the end of the year. Rick lost the locker room and isnt doing anything to change his system (can discuss further my issues with his system) and the players just either dont care, know this season is a wash, or have given up because nothing is working

I did not spell check this im sorry

[dailyoyo]

hi again dailyoyo (mostly directed at mod noname) i have 2 question

1) would you ever be up to making a jsr/yoyo tidbits blog or post someday? you find a lot of 'hidden' jsr stuff and i think a masterpost to links and images or something if you're up to it would be really nice

2) WHERE the fuck does yoyo come from like what do you think whats your general consensus. does he have a family. is he not an earthling. why is he here??? is he homeless??? does he avtually have a lovintg family and became a gang member for shits and giggles??? why???

if i made a second blog it would die probably. also i wouldnt really say i find "hidden" jsr stuff per se, almost everything i know about is either just from the games or other sources linked/mentioned on the wiki! i don't Find this shit i just overthink it and peel it apart with my teethhhhh. @dedtoot would probably be a better person to ask abt niche jsr oddities i think esp cuz iirc they own the wiki? IDK WHAT ELSE TO REC SORRY

oh god this is gonna get long i think. you opened the fucking can of worms YOU HAVE NO IDEA ok so there's two things about this. the first is that like. i tend to think of pretty much All the ggs (excluding roboy on account of hes a straight up robot) as like. Just Guys. just mundane homeless outcast or runaway kids who are doing whatever the fuck. iirc in Paradox we hc'd Soda (and maybe Boogie i dont remember?) as having homes and jobs but barely being able to keep up with them, and Cube and Combo and Coin HAD a shared apartment deal but Coin's dead and Cube and Combo are in japan now, and i think we said Mew has a home and family that's just REALLY hands-off, but like aside from that they all kind of just Live at the garage. the second thing is that me and pseud keep backstory headcanoning to a low level, because whatever like. You don't end up as a homeless street teenager for fun reasons. in our interps like despite the more fantastical elements of the setting, these are all traumatized youth who ran from stark, brutal, mundane problems that we don't especially prefer to puzzle out and examine too much in this particular fandom. (paradox!Beat gets more backstory than everyone else because of plot relevance (beig gouji's kid) though. rip lmao) this even extends to an in-universe extent of the ggs kind of being like. "We dont ask each other about our backstories. If someone wants to volunteer that information they can but otherwise IT IS NOT OUR BUSINESS" which brings us to our headcanons about yoyo. paradox!yoyo on top of whats been said prior is also an intentionally "mysterious" individual. he's also fucked up in the head in ways that are genuinely concerning. he treats the idea of him having a past as a joke - he will make shit up, he will feed you 20 different fake backstories. sometimes they'll be obvious jokes, sometimes he'll say something really horrible to make you feel sorry. and if you mention something ACTUALLY from his past, he will either deny that ever happened or say you're thinking of someone else entirely. there are a few things we HAVE overtly established about paradox!yoyo's life before the GGs: - he's probably been in tokyo-to his whole life. he's been around most of the city (often scamming people lmao) - he has been homeless since he was 12, though we do not know WHY - he is transgender, but he may not have called himself that until the GGs, and we do not know WHEN he started presenting as male or why. - "yoyo" is just one in a LONG line of pseudonyms and false identities he has made up for the sake of convenience. he refuses to claim any of these past names as having been him and has even figured he'll just stop being "yoyo" and be someone else if things don't work out with the ggs. - he's dissociative as shit so HE might not even remember his backstory so like. we don't know where yoyo came from in our hcs. we don't know what his life was. that said? it was probably very bad. a happy and healthy childhood does not turn you into someone who believes they're a hollow shell playing pretend at personhood in a neverending social game of chess that you can only win by cheating. At the age of 16. SORRY IF YOU WERE HOPING FOR SOMETHING GOOFY BTW . i feel this blog really does not let on that me and pseud's idea of fun is doing straight up paranoia agent shit to joke characters. We dont got that #vreepypasta tag for nothing

[chateautae]

work out for me | kth. (m)

banner by my lovely @kithtaehyung​

➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend's workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 6.6k

➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)

➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev​ 💓 enjoy lovelies :)

➵ song : “work out” by j. cole

God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.

And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.

And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.

It was unfair, downright cruel to already be subjected to watching Taehyung look incredibly sexy when he focuses on his work, melt over him playing with his adorable dog Yeontan or submit immediately when he touches you in bed.

But now? All your eager eyes could see was your boyfriend concentrating on himself in the mirrors lining the private gym room, occasionally swearing and huffing out as he lifts his weights.

And God, you could not keep still.

It was far too easy to feel yourself figuratively drool seeing his back muscles flex as he exercises his chest, chew on your lip as you watch his face contort sexily, catch view of the light sheen of sweat that coats his sculpted body.

The instant killer was his Godforsaken attire, adorning a black t-shirt that he had the habit of cuffing up to reveal his biceps, and wearing the extremely lethal, infamous grey sweatpants.

And for a well-endowed man like Taehyung, grey sweatpants were extremely fatal, especially when he was gloriously manspreading his long, muscular legs and all you could feast your eyes on was the delicious outline of his gracious length.

Yeah, your core instantly ignited.

You mindlessly bit down on a finger of yours, gazing at him in lust-filled awe as you remained perched against the doorframe of the room. It was well into the night now, where of course, only your determined boyfriend was in search of some gains in the work out facility your apartment building offered.

It wasn’t long before your ogling melted into a horny haze when Taehyung began utilizing the pec-deck, drawing his broad chest outward and breathing rhythmically as he brought his hands in front, only to release them backwards.

He does this for however long you remained standing with your panties dampening into a mess, toes curling in your shoes as the machine causes him to offer his lap like it already isn’t your favourite seat.

You clamp down even harder on your digit, swallowing for any semblance of control as your senses go haywire, not even realizing your boyfriend had stopped. He leans over tiredly on his knees, body rising and falling as he catches his exhausted breath. 

He nabs his sweat towel and drapes it around his neck, dewy lips hanging open as he exhales harshly, reaching for his cold water bottle. He takes a large swig, eyes falling to you as he brings the bottle down.

“Oh hey, babe,” Taehyung smiles, his adorable cheeks rising like bread, though the light trails of sweat trickling down the sides of his face make him appear like a full-course meal. 

“What’s up? I thought you had to work on that dissertation.” He asks, jutting his tongue out to swipe his bottom lip. “Is your back hurting again? Do you need me to massage it?” He inquires sweetly before he takes another gulp of water, and it’s extremely hard to not focus on the way the column of his throat downs the liquid. 

You smile at his words, stepping inside the gym and shutting the door behind you. “No, I got lonely, so I went looking for my handsome boyfriend.” 

A pretty grin frames Taehyung’s heart-shaped lips, elbows perched on his knees as he comes down from his previous exertions. “Shit.. I still have a set to do, kitten. I’m gonna be here for a little while.” He informs regretfully, kind eyes following you paddle to the machine beside him. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll wait for you.” You wave him off, seating yourself daintily on the equipment, excited eyes scanning him over when you plop down. His impressively larger pecs protrude from his t-shirt, his hair lightly mussed with sweat and the grey sweatpants still doing absolutely nothing to deter your building lust. 

Taehyung looked fucking delectable right now, not that he always hasn’t. It’s just for the majority of the time you knew your boyfriend he was the kind of nuanced, calm man that never paid any attention to working out. He was fairly lean and maintained a taut figure, naturally broad in his own respect but never saw the significance of bodybuilding at all. 

That was, until he earned his new promotion at work that spelled not only copious amounts of hours, but an unreasonable mass of stress. He crowned you his favourite stress reliver, always supporting him in whatever way you could; from a warm home-cooked meal to lazy sex on Sunday mornings. 

But then, came working out. 

Suddenly, Taehyung figured working out was the most effective way of blowing off steam, not to mention his new job made him feel like a “new man”, and so he desired to look like one too. The effect of his gym rat friends Jungkook and Namjoon also influenced him, though you really weren’t going to complain seeing your gorgeous boyfriend beef up in the last few months. 

His biceps were evidently thick and meaty nowadays, chest and back area far more muscular and firmer than you remembered, and it only caused you to become weaker for your boyfriend; a horny, needy mess that craved him at all hours. 

Not to mention how much easier it was for him now to throw you around like a rag doll and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Alright, I won’t be too long, kitten.” He promises, rising from his seat to hook a palm on your arm, kissing your forehead before pecking your lips too. 

You grow all giddy inside, feeling endeared as he gives your arm an assured rub before seating himself on the pec-deck, planting his feet on the ground as his large hands wrap around the handles. 

His chest extends forward again, securing the equipment in his palms before drawing the machine close in front of him, only to let go in a timed manner. He continues working out his chest, pacing his breaths, which all should’ve been innocent in nature, though had you leering in fascination. 

You’ve never actually watched his workout sessions before, though caught glimpses that were enough to light your core on fire. You knew if you actually paid attention one day, you’d be jumping his bones faster than you could complete a sentence. 

And now here you were, watching your gorgeous, owner of a Greek God-like body of a boyfriend repeatedly grunting out as he lifts his weights, and it was the sexiest thing you could’ve ever witnessed. 

The light glow of sweat on him didn’t help at all, not to mention the huffs and puffs and tempting way he bit down on his lip as he continued his reps. His grey sweatpants still weren’t manspread friendly, and you now gained an all-exclusive view as he remained outstretched and in your face, his tip prominently nestled against the fabric of his stupid pants.  

You were growing more desperate by the second, his biceps repeatedly flexing, arms decorated with veins that attractively ran down his skin as he worked out his already broad chest, and now, you were itching for something to relieve the ache in between your legs. 

Writing that tedious dissertation already exacerbated your frustration, stress piling up on your shoulders mountain-high knowing the due date was approaching, and you wanted nothing but to be taken care of by your hot boyfriend. 

You rise from your seat, mind a horny mess as you saunter over in his direction, eyeing his entire sculpted figure.

His gaze finds you standing before him, speaking in between his reps. 

“Baby.. what’s wrong?..” A deep grunt. “Are you bored?” He breathes evenly to maintain the session, so focused on tugging his weights, you gain the opportunity to lean over and wrap your hands around his wrists, drawing the machine back and stopping him. 

“Y/N, what’re you-”

“You know.. you’re really sexy when you work out.” You say boldly, voice seductive. You slide over his taut forearms, feeling his prominent veins underneath his hot, sweaty skin before grappling onto his brawny biceps. 

You squeeze at them, deliberately biting your lip as you eye him. “It’s fucking hard to control myself around you, baby, wonder what these big arms can do to me.” 

Taehyung raises his eyebrows, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek. “Babe, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing.” You feign innocence, gliding your hands over his chest and down his body, hooking them onto the tempting meat of his thighs as you glance at his lap, then at his coffee eyes. 

“I’m just..” You swing a leg over him, straddling yourself on his muscular leg. “Having a seat.” 

Your lips ghost his pulse point as you rock against him one glorious time, shuddering when your bud meets his thick thigh. 

Taehyung’s still holding the machine open, on the edge of a scoff as he peers down at your needy little figure. “Baby, you know how I feel about you interrupting my sessions.” He lightly chastises, but you instead give him your one innocent, kitten-like look that leaves him a soft mess, draping your arms around his neck with a whine. 

“But I want you, Tae. I need you.” You coo, gently rutting yourself over him and it sends your slick-ridden walls to clench, desperate for more. “Just this one time, baby.” 

“Kitten, we can fool around after my workout. I’m almost done.” He informs with a firmer tone. “C’mon, off my thigh.” He instructs as he lightly pats your ass, anticipating your removal.

But you remain in place, and even dare to grind your hips further down on the meat of his thigh, exhaling tremulously when it pleasures your aching bud. You whine in response to him, drawing yourself closer to his sweaty, perfectly structured face. “But I want you now, Taehyung. I don’t need much, just wanna ride your thigh.”

You see the flash of softness that flickers in Taehyung’s eyes, but you also don’t miss the glint of warning that blankets them thereafter, locking his jaw hard as his deep, husky voice echoes in the room.

“It’s better you listen to me, baby, you know what I do to bad girls who don’t listen.” He cautions with a dangerous timbre, slowly drawing himself to your sensitive ear.

“I make sure they don’t walk the next day.”

Your skin blossoms with goosebumps, feeling electricity crackle through your aroused insides. You know how dangerous Taehyung can be when he’s like this, but there was something about his intimidating aura that made you want him more. 

And so you dared to ignore him, beginning a grinding motion against his quads as you cling to him like a koala, burying your face into his neck. You moan shakily, the sensation in between your legs burning your core pleasurably. 

You hear Taehyung chuckle under his breath, imagining a self-satisfying grin on his face as he removes his sweat towel. “My kitten needs me that badly, huh?” 

You nod into his neck, hands sliding down to grasp his t-shirt against his chest as you increase your speed, chasing the bubbling sensation riding his thigh manifests. The feeling shoots through your insides, so taken by moaning against him you’re surprised when Taehyung’s large palms cup your ass, maneuvering your hips for you. 

“You love my thighs, don’t you, baby? Like using them to get off?” He purrs right by your ear, the baritone of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Taehyung’s muscular arms cage around you as he rocks your hips against his muscle, your breaths growing harder as you writhe and whine. Every delicious shuffle is hitting your clit in all the right ways you can’t help but bunch his shirt in your fists, sighing out in pleasure against his throat as Taehyung dips to press  kisses to your exposed shoulder. 

“Such a dirty girl, always distracting me when she gets all needy, huh? My needy, pretty little kitten?” He speaks huskily, the rumble of his chest, words of liquid lust and your constant rubbing lighting up all your erogenous zones. You can feel your climax building and Taehyung’s lips on your skin only adds to the thrill. 

You lose precision in response, riding more frantically in pursuit of that sweet release you feel in the bottom of your stomach. Moans and groans spill from you ceaselessly while Taehyung senses your desperation, your neediness as you leak your essence through your underwear and thin leggings onto his sweatpants.

“Fuck, my baby’s dripping.” Taehyung’s cock visibly hardens with each heated second that passes, lost in you chasing your own pleasure on him.  

“You’re doing so good, kitten, keep going.” He encourages, palms gripping your ass as your breaths grow harsher, latching onto his flexed triceps and rutting quicker.

“Kitten’s getting close, isn’t she? Gonna come all over my thigh?” Light groans spill from Taehyung’s mouth by your ear, tickling your skin as he gyrates your needy hips faster, rougher against his thigh as he feels your little pussy pulsing over his muscle. 

He can feel the wetness of your slick soaking his pants, blood spiking to his dick feeling your sweet slick drip like honey. “Look at you making a mess, always so fucking dirty, aren’t you?” 

You moan lewdly, Taehyung’s words only adding to your burning arousal as your insides twist tighter, raking for something to push you over the edge. “Taehyung.. Tae.. I’m close, I’m so close.” 

“Fuck, you just love making a mess on me, don’t you? Go on, kitten, tell me.” He asks harshly, grinding you over him so senselessly you’re sighing obscenely into his neck, your entire body simmering with arousal as you grasp his sweaty muscles.

“I-ah!” You can’t speak, the pleasure wrecking your core so good your pussy walls are fluttering, engorged clit aching so hard your eyes shutter closed. 

“Whose thigh are you using to get off, huh?” Taehyung growls against your hair, shoving you flush against him with each rocking motion. “Who’s my kitten so needy for?” 

“You, Taehyung.. fuck. I-I need to come.” You’re losing your sanity the closer you get, so near the precipice your core’s weeping for more, to finally release days worth of tension. 

You’re so in your head you’re moving more desperately than you normally would, unknowledgeable of how each moan is riling Taehyung up beyond comprehension, knowing your reason. 

“My baby’s so stressed these days, isn’t she?” Taehyung gently strokes your back as you ride his quads. “She works so fucking hard, always does so much for me.” His voice is lust-laden though soft in nature, a comforting feeling washing over you as you lightly nod. 

“It’s okay, let me take care of you, kitten.” He coos at you. “I know you’re close. Keep going, baby, keeping using my thigh. Wanna hear my little kitten come.” 

He begins smoothing a warm palm over your lower back, another hand sneaking up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close to him as you rapidly rub your buzzing bud and gushing folds all over him. 

“You’re not wearing anything underneath my sweater, right?” He asks, moving a hand to fiddle with the zipper. 

“No.. I’m not.” 

“Good,” He suddenly unzips the item harshly, exposing your naked front to him. “Now cream my thigh like it’s my cock, kitten.” 

Taehyung darts towards your nipple in a flash, taking a pert bud in his mouth and begins suckling on you tastefully. The tip of his tongue lightly plays with your nipple as you sharply moan, licking your bundle of nerves so good you finally, finally get thrown over the edge with a lewd moan, lurching into him when the coil in your gut snaps. 

You come all over his sweatpants, staining the grey material with your slick as you breathe harshly, your walls fluttering open and close as sweat glows on your fiery skin. Taehyung strokes your back through your climax, whispering sweet praises against the crown of your head. “That’s it, so pretty when you come, baby, so good.” 

Your high slowly dissipates, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as you feel your body vibrate with post-orgasmic bliss. You’re a sticky mess in between your legs, coming up to peer at Taehyung with half-lidded eyes and press your lips to his, Taehyung happily sealing your mouths. 

His fingers lightly massage your scalp as he kisses you sensually, lips leaving smacking noises before he’s prodding your mouth with his tongue, allowing him to enter. 

His tongue slithers in and you heat up again, hands slowly snaking into his hair as you tug the dark locks, knowing the way it leaves Taehyung weak. 

He groans into your mouth, stroking an ass cheek as the kiss gets intoxicating, seeing nothing but stars until Taehyung, disconnects from you, speaking gruffly against your lips. 

“Now,” He suddenly tugs your hips over his crotch, gasping sharply at the oversensitivity. “It’s my turn, kitten.” 

Suddenly, Taehyung latches both hands onto your waist and forces you off him, only to swivel you around and pull your back flush to his front, faltering into his lap. 

You’re seated with a yelp, only left to see your entangled bodies in the gym mirrors as Taehyung wraps his muscular arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder as his lips ghost your neck, eyes peering devilishly into yours through your reflection. 

“You know you’re a bad kitten, right?” The deep rumble of his voice leaves you shivering, Taehyung’s hand slowly gliding down your body inch by hot inch. “You interrupted my work out session when I asked you to wait, disobeyed me when I warned you what would happen.” He repeats your actions to you, fingers passing over your stomach and he’s at your abdomen, chewing your lip in anticipation.

“Tae.. I just-” 

“Did you think I’d just let you go?” His tone’s scarily low, and he’s right above your slit, the thrill too much to speak properly. “I-I just wanted you, Tae.” 

He laughs dryly, tucking your hair behind your ear to draw himself towards the shell, skimming you with his soft lips. 

“Doesn’t mean you disobey me, kitten.” 

Taehyung then suddenly slips inside your leggings and surpasses the band of your underwear, sliding down until he finally meets your folds and cups your gushing sex in his palm, hissing pleasurably at the sensation.

“My baby’s so wet and warm.” He begins rubbing against your sensitive nether lips, gathering your slick all over his calloused hands. 

“Wonder what this pretty pussy will look like after I’m done playing with it.” Taehyung starts ministrations on your bare, weeping cunt, sliding his fingers through your folds as you shudder in his arms. 

“T-Tae.. what if someone.. someone sees us?” You can’t speak coherently, not with the lethal pairing of his husky voice and gorgeous hands, all while seated in his lap as if he’s your throne. 

Taehyung hooks onto your waistband and shoves your leggings and panties down, tugging them over your ass and exposing your palpitating pussy to the chilling air, feeling Taehyung’s growing bulge underneath burrow into your folds. 

Taehyung spreads you wide open when he gets the items off, legs perched on his knees as he bares your core right in front of the mirror. You sigh automatically, cheeks tinted with a deep shade of peach as you see yourself in his arms, whining when Taehyung’s fingers begin rubbing your pussy like its a game he mastered ages ago. 

He breathes a chuckle through his nose, entertained. 

“Look at your little cunt, so pink and pretty for me.” He takes your earlobe between his lips, licking at the plushy flesh as he draws figure eights all over you with your essence, eyeing your panting figure in the mirror. “God, just wanna eat this sweet little pussy up.” 

“Taehyung..” You sigh, his fingers working like magic. “S-someone will see us.” You warn him breathily, but Taehyung only enhances his movements, rubbing circles on your aching clit. 

“Then they’ll see how good I make you feel.” 

Your body goes into overdrive when he pries you open wider, stroking your thigh as you decorate him, feeling dainty and small caged in by his large, wide frame. 

“Think you can get away with disobeying me, kitten?” He asks with a teasing lilt, relishing in your fucked out reflection in the mirror as you writhe in pleasure. 

“Look at you, such a needy little mess for me.” He purrs, securing a hand on your hip as he kisses your neck, the other toying with your little bundle of nerves. He growls against your hot skin, fingers grasping you hard. 

“Tug my sweatpants and boxers down.” He instructs, but you’re so hinged on his long, thick fingers working wonders you miss what he says. Your eyes are fluttering shut until Taehyung unexpectedly brings a hand down on your pussy and slaps it. 

You gasp in shock, twitching as the pain sends sparks through your cunt. “Tae!” 

“Obey me, kitten.”

The authority in his cadence echoes in the room, and you comply knowing what’ll occur if you don’t. You reach behind you and tug his bottoms down, Taehyung lifting himself up to assist you. They pool at his thighs, Taehyung bringing your bare pussy to the tip of his hardened length standing tall and proud, pre-cum glistening under the room’s lighting. 

Your hips remain elevated until he guides you down, feeling the head of his member prod your pulsing hole and you shudder, his sinful ministrations on your clit euphoric. He swipes his fingers deeply in your fleshy folds and collects your slick, abandoning your pussy to pop his stained fingers into his mouth, licking up your essence as he hums. 

“Mmm, my kitten always tastes so good.” He praises, soothing your tummy as he brings those same two fingers before your mouth, eyes staring into your very soul through the mirror. “Suck them.” 

You listen, wrapping your mouth around Taehyung’s rough fingers and suckling on them, tasting remnants of your cum as your round, innocent eyes watch Taehyung smirk smugly. “Don’t you taste so good, baby?” 

You nod with his digits in your mouth, sucking a little harder and Taehyung hisses pleasurably. He removes them, bringing both his veiny, masculine hands before you and tugging off the sweatband on his wrist, hitching your breath.

“Hands.” He orders, and you’re sputtering like an idiot. “I.. Tae, you don’t-”

“Hands.” He repeats, gulping down at the dangerous timbre in his tone and offering your hands shyly. Your naked boobs squish together as Taehyung takes the wristband and secures it tightly around both your small ones, restraining you. 

He smooths over your forearms when he speaks domineeringly. “This is what happens when you disobey me, kitten.” Taehyung proclaims as he wraps both palms around your pretty hips, nestling your dripping folds against his leaking, angry tip again. 

You sigh out immediately, hands already straining at the wristband. He draws towards your ear, tone so dangerous he leaves goosebumps in his sensual wake. “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and ride my cock.” 

Shivers tumble down your body, walls already pulsing feeling just his enourmous tip. You know how deep he’ll penetrate you if you sink down right now, slight humiliation tinging you being like this, lips quivering. “Tae..” 

“Don’t be shy, baby.” Taehyung rubs both your hips, kissing underneath your ear. “It’s only me.” He says as you settle down, Taehyung etching comfort into you, instead sighing out at the sensation of his thick cock gliding against you. 

“Beg me for it, baby.” He commands, gyrating you over him as he sighs. “Beg for my cock, how much do you need me, kitten? Tell me.” 

“Fuck.. I need you so bad, Tae, so bad.” You whimper out, feeling his tip gliding against your core so teasingly you’re twitching. “I need you right now.”

“That’s not enough, more.” 

You choke out a moan, his rubbing so torturous you’re losing your sanity. “Taehyung, baby. I-I can’t.. please, please let me have your cock. Wanna feel you drag inside me, fill me up so good, wanna come all over your big cock.” 

He hums satisfyingly, smoothing over a hip affectionately as he plants a rewarding kiss to your shoulder. 

“Good girl, now go down, baby.” He encourages, soothing your skin. “Lemme feel you bounce on my cock, fuck yourself on me like the needy little kitten you are.”

His words permeate you lustfully, meeting his onyx eyes through the mirror and you comply under his entrancing control. You bite your lip, bare breasts spilling out of Taehyung’s sweater as you lift your ass up. 

You reach for his throbbing cock in between your spread legs, wrapping your tied hand around his shaft and positioning him with your weeping hole. You stroke him generously, watching yourself lewdly do so and growing hornier by the second.  

“Go on, kitten, fit my cock into that tiny little pussy.” He encourages, sighing out at his words as you sink down and feel him compromise your hole. You moan shakily, feeling him intrude your plushy walls, Taehyung stuffing his face into your neck feeling your wet warmth hug around him in all the right ways. 

“Fuck, so wet and tight, my baby’s always so tight for me, shit.” He grunts, boring his fingers into your hips when you swivel them experimentally. The drag of his large cock inside is already delicious, purposefully clenching your walls just to taste his massive size. 

You continue soaking in his sizeable member until you bottom him out, moaning out together. He’s nestled so deep you can feel him nudging your stomach, Taehyung groaning out in gratification. 

“Mmm, look at the way you take me. You were just waiting for me to fuck you, weren’t you?” You groan out sharply when Taehyung lightly buck his hips into yours, practically kissing your cervix as you speak out in a sexed over haze. 

“Fuck, Taehyung, feel so full, you’re always so big, baby.” 

He smiles contently, kissing the nape of your neck as you lift yourself up slowly, making sure you savour the burning drag of him inside before dropping back down, listening to your hips smack against his as he groans. 

“That’s it, baby, keep going.” Taehyung purrs, smoothing your hips as you lift yourself until his delicious tip, only to slip down on him, hands bracing against your makeshift bondage. 

Your legs are still pried open on Taehyung’s muscular ones, baring your naked pussy to the mirrors Taehyung eyes pleasurably. He sighs satisfyingly as you begin a light bouncing motion on his throbbing, thick cock, relishing in the heavenly spots he hits inside you. 

Taehyung hisses pleasurably at the sight, quickly grabbing his sweater on you and entirely yanking open the item to see more, exclusively viewing the way your breasts jerk each time you maneuver up and down. He’s whipped for the sight of your cunt all stretched out around him, eagerly reverse cowgirling him as leans back on his palms, enjoying every last bit of this. 

“Shit, this is so fucking hot, look at your pretty pussy taking me.” He moans out in pleasure, strong brows quirked with a shit-eating grin. “Taking me so fucking well, babe.”

“Fuck, Taehyung, you feel so good, so fucking good.” You moan, certain if anyone else were near the room right now they could hear your moaning mix with Taehyung’s deep sounds. 

You set a faster pace, the largeness of his cock so thick you find pleasure in every vein dragging across your fleshy walls, leaning yourself forward to gain a harsher, faster momentum, fucking yourself onto his dick desirously as your skin slaps his. 

The angle change serves attention to your aching bud, rubbing relentlessly against the material of his sweatpants and you shudder immediately. You gasp sharply when Taehyung suddenly slithers both his large palms up your body and cups your breasts, fondling them in his hands as he plays with your nipples. 

You continue gyrating your hips, grinding and bouncing all over him. It’s all hitting your head hard, losing yourself in his elongated thickness, his girth that stretches you open so good you’re whining for more. 

“Oh, fuck yes, kitten, just like that.” Taehyung emboldens you as he palms your breasts. “C’mon, baby, work out for me, fuck yourself deeper.” 

Taehyung then begins thrusting himself up into you as he savours the wet warmth of your sweet pussy. He holds you securely in place as groans deeply, his preliminary strokes melting into strong, hard thrusts. 

You reciprocate and fuck him back deep, forcing yourself down in tandem with him until he’s burrowing a home in you, his shaft brushing your g-spot so good butterflies bunch up in the pit of your stomach, veins coursing with adrenaline so hot it’s easy to burn. 

Your head dips in exhaustion, breathing out tired moans as your restricted hands leave your legs carrying all the burden. Your eyes are fluttering shut until you feel Taehyung secure a hand underneath your jaw, squeezing your throat and forcing you to look at yourselves in the mirror. 

“No, you need to see how needy you are for my cock. How good I fuck my little kitten.” He speaks roughly, grunting as he propels into you from underneath and enjoys how breathy you get, taking his constant fucking like a champ. 

“Tae.. I-fuck!” You swear when he thrusts particularly deep, hammering into your already battered pussy as your walls ache, clench as they rake for another orgasm. 

“You love my dick, don’t you? So hungry for my cock? Want me to fuck up your insides? Rearrange your guts?” He growls in a fucked out haze, beginning to suck on your neck as Taehyung unhinges himself, pounds into you from underneath until he’s hitting all your insides. 

You’re so hot and bothered words spill from your mouth, face flushed as your near tears. “Y-yes.. daddy, please.” 

Taehyung immediately comes to a full stop, your lungs losing air at the sudden calmness. You peer at him with confusion in the mirror, seeing his eyes wide in surprise. He’s breathing near erratically, about to ask him what’s going on until a dark storm paints Taehyung’s eyes, the shade so dangerous you’re quick to panic.

“Tae-” You don’t even earn the chance to speak before Taehyung grabs a handful of your thigh, passing your leg across his sturdy shoulders as he whirls you around, suddenly face to face with him. 

Your round eyes meet his demonic gaze, Taehyung suddenly rising to his feet with you still speared on his cock and harshly shoves you up against the gym’s mirrors in a flash. 

You yelp, your body pressed up against the cold glass as Taehyung eyes you with such a devilish glint you turn completely docile. He’s entirely lost control now, the hidden demon in him coming out in full as his hot breath fans your exposed skin. 

“Do you know what the fuck you just did?” He rasps gruffly, a harsh edge to his tone. 

“I-” You’re cut off by Taehyung suddenly bringing his throbbing length to your weeping folds, pushing himself right into you. 

He slides in deliciously with a groan, and you exclaim when he entirely impales you on his cock to your cervix. Taehyung doesn’t give a single fuck about pace anymore, and hits you fast and hard and rough from the get-go, fucking you with so much vigor your moans erode into near screams. 

“Tae-!” 

“You think you can just fucking call me daddy and get away with it, huh?” He questions harshly, pounding into you so roughly your hands slip out of his wristband to grip his biceps, digging into them with a cry. “Think I won’t wreck your shit? Pound your pussy until you’re screaming and crying?” 

“Tae! I didn’t mean-” 

“No, you know exactly what you did.” He admonishes with a particular deep thrust into your pathetic cunt. “How many fucking times did I tell you if you call me daddy you’re not walking for weeks?” 

He’s a true demon now, entirely lost his sanity as you forgot Taehyung’s extreme weakness was his daddy kink, and if you ever uttered the word his hellish fucking surfaces and you’re losing your walking capabilities for good. 

“First, you distract me, then, you disobey me.” He continues in a lust-filled tandem. “Now you wanna call me daddy?” He actually laughs here, hips unforgivingly giving it to you like it’s nobody’s business. 

“God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” And that’s the only warning you get before Taehyung absolutely, and quite literally begins to ruin your insides. He jackhammers into you so hard you’re sure the entire building can hear you, scratching up his biceps so sharply you know you’ll leave red trails all over him. 

But the marks only, and have always turned Taehyung on even more, spearing you on his monstrous cock so deep and hard you need to bite down on his shoulder, squealing against him as you take every powerful thrust. 

“Taehyung!” You manage to whimper, voice heightening in pitch as your arms lose their grasp. 

But Taehyung only increases his onslaught, taking a punishing hand and wrapping it over your mouth as he silences you with burning eyes. “Watch your fucking mouth.” 

His tone is so intimidating your eyes go round, nodding with his hand cast over you while his other clasps your leg open, Taehyung relentlessly railing you up against the mirror. 

“Good girl,” He coos, kissing the tip of your nose. “My kitten’s a good girl, right?” He speaks to you more gently, though it completely contrasts his fast-acting hips. Thrusting hard and deep inside you it’s easy to feel tears well up in your eyes, your exclaims and moans muffled by his hand. 

You hook onto his wrist that’s over your mouth, only left to look into his obsidian eyes that gleam with dark lust, though hold a sense of adoration. 

“You’re so pretty when you take my cock, you know that?” He purrs, the hand holding your thigh open soothing your skin with his thumb. “You’re so good for me, always take me so well, so fucking gorgeous.” 

His sweet words are a paradox compared to his propelling thrusts, pushing your small frame against the mirror until the heat of your bodies fog up the glass, Taehyung sweating profusely with the leftover stamina from his work out as he loses control. 

His proximity allows your clit to rub against his firm abdomen, moaning sharply into Taehyung’s hand as tears prick your eyes, your stomach coiling so tightly you’re just right there, wanting to desperately speak. 

Your grip his wrist hard, signaling to him you need something as you glance down at your skin slapping against each other.

He lightly removes his hand. “What is it, baby?” 

“C-come inside.. me, Tae.. please.” You manage to get out in between his filling pumps, feeling so stuffed he’s in your throat. 

His eyes gloss over with layers of amour and admiration alike, his breathing erratic as he jackhammers everything he has into you. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so in love with you.” He moans before crashing his mouth onto yours, sealing your lips together so desirously he swallows every obscene sound, noise and exclamation you produce. 

Your tongue slithers into his and he sucks on you greedily, never letting up his rough penetration as he returns to supporting you with both hands, kissing you languidly and sloppily. 

You gain a moment to speak in between his quick, hard thrusts, his kisses deep and affectionate. “I love you, Tae. Keep.. keep fucking me, don’t stop.” 

“I won’t, I’ll never stop.” He grunts, somehow increasing his speed and strength. “Fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days, never forget the way I make this pussy mine.” 

“Taehyung.. Tae..” You whimper, nearly reaching your limit. “Come back to me, kiss me.” 

Taehyung returns in a second, securing you in his hold even tighter as his fingers bore into the meat of your thighs, certain he’s leaving purple marks. He’s carrying you so lewdly open you can feel your groins aching, burning through every hard pump he fucks into your gut, but his tender kisses soothe you, comfort you. 

Your essence is coating his cock generously, Taehyung penetrating you so ferally you anchor onto him, light tears escaping you at how fucked up your insides are, but if Taehyung’s the one doing it, it’s never felt so right. 

His cock is twitching inside you, pussy equally pulsating around him and you both know it’s near, rutting against each other so desperately and animalistically the gym resounds with your slapping skin and near pornographic noises. 

Your bodies sweat hard and remain heated, making out with deep groans as he spears you on his cock so powerfully until finally, finally, something snaps so violently inside you your mind explodes into fireworks. 

Your body convulses, blacks out, feeling a wet sensation spill from you as you lightly squirt all over his cock. 

“Oh, oh fuck, baby, shit. You’re squirting, holy shit. That’s so hot, that’s way too fucking hot.” And suddenly the vice-like grip you trap Taehyung’s bulging cock in has him shooting strips of cum inside you, decorating your velvet walls. 

He stuffs you to the very brim, giving every last drop of all he possesses as he softly fucks you through your climaxes, his strokes nestling his cum deeper inside you. His face finds your neck, chest rising and falling exhaustively as you hug him to you, your body so limp Taehyung is your only form of strength. 

Taehyung senselessly kisses your throat, canvassing up until he’s underneath your jaw and finds your lips, sealing your mouths for a lazy kiss. He gives you sweet pecks before leaning his forehead against yours, your chests heaving together. 

“That was.. so hot..” He breathes. “Think you can walk.. kitten?” 

“Are you.. fucking kidding me? You’re carrying me home.. you demon.” You breathe harshly, massaging your fingers into his scalp. 

“Your demon, though.” He smirks, deliberately licking his lips in a way that has you too tired to even challenge him. 

You softly chuckle instead, leaning your temple against his shoulder in your post-orgasm bliss. “Guess I’ll never.. interrupt your workout sessions ever again.” 

“Actually..” Taehyung draws out, soothing your back as you lay against him, cock still throbbing inside your beat up walls. “Interrupt me more often, that was the hottest fucking sex we’ve ever had.”

You scoffed dryly. “If you think this was hot, clearly you haven’t thought about shower sex..” You breathe, body rising and falling. “We’re all sweaty.” 

“Did my girl just say shower sex?” You see Taehyung’s eyes gleam with mischief, that one smug, suggestive smirk on his lips and you’re quick to widen your eyes. 

“Oh no, no no no no-” 

“Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” 

“Taehyung, put me down, now.” 

“Did I hear something? Awh, you love me too?” 

“Taehyung, I’ll throttle you this instant. Don’t you dare-” 

He interrupts you with an indulgent kiss, moaning obnoxiously loud against your mouth as he walks you towards the gym showers. “Make weeks into months, babe, like I said, I’ll never stop.” 

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[iwadori]

Oh my God, I just saw your angst iwa fic with the pregnant reader and then looked for more fics on your blog and I fell in love with it???❤❤ + ayeee another demon slayer lover here 😭can I maybe be an emoji anon?:"D I would love to chat with you but a little bit to shy

And I hope its also okay if I request something: Can you maybe do Tendou and Iwaizumi making the reader insecure? ( maybe where the reader gets jealous/ insecure because some fangirls are flirting with them and they say something like "maybe you are to insecure/jealoue" and they are scared that they will leave them?)

Hope you have a great day <3

When they make you insecure PT 4/ Dating your brothers teammate PT3

When they make you insecure:

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four Part Five Part six

Dating your brothers teammate:

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word Count: 2.1K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Authors Note: Thank you so much for liking my other works, and OF COURSE you can message me/be a continous anonymous ask. BTW if anybody wants to privately message me just to talk or whatever or ask me questions on my asks they can!! And IK this wasn’t technically what you asked for but I hope this is good enough <3 (I will most likely do Iwaizumi in the next part) by the way this is NOT proofread (so expect mistakes)

Tendou

You and tendou have been talking since you were in your first year and his second.

So you weren’t officially dating.

He was interested in what the second ushijima would be like.

You were just like your brother, sharp and stoic but great in everything you do and it seemed that Tendou took a liking to that.

You entered your brother's dorm room in the hopes of finding Tendou, but unluckily it was just Ushijima reading his magazines. “He’s not in here,” he said before you could even ask about your crush's whereabouts.  

As you were about to leave the room, Ushijima asked you to sit down for a moment so he could to you “yess toshi?” you said already bored.

“Are you and Tendou dating?” he asked

“Umm I-” You didn’t really know what to say, since you and Tendou haven’t officially put a label on things (as much as you wanted him too.) “Not really dating per se, just going through the motions...i guess” you said with uncertainty.

“Going through the motions?” Ushijima questioned more to himself then to you.  

“Don’t worry about it Toshi” you say ruffling his hair

“I’m just checking to make sure you’re okay Y/N” he said seriously “Oh and by the way when you and Tendou are about to have se-”

“La La La La La” you say putting your fingers in your ears “I do not need a sex-ed lesson from you nii-san" you swiftly leave the room a tad bit grossed out.

“Oh and by the way Tendou is probably in Eita’s and Kenjirou’s room.” he calls.

You excitedly skip over to Semi’s and Shirabu’s room happy to see your boyfriend ‘friend.’ Walking to the door, before you open it, you hear Tendou talking to Semi and Shirabu and the conversation topic seems to be about you.  

“How are things going with Y/N Tendou” Semi asked “You’re practically dating now. Right?”

“Well Semi-sem, I wouldn’t say that...” Tendou said, making you furry your eyebrows in confusion. “Y/N is a bit, you know... what’s the right word” he thinks, “Boring.”

You step back abit from the door, shocked. ‘Boring?’ How were you boring... You were hurt. Especially since you’ve heard the insult of you being boring your whole life, you knew that you took after your brother in most aspects but that didn’t make neither you or your brother boring. You’ve even have voiced that specific insecurity (about you being boring) where Tendou always assured you that you were the most interesting person he’s ever met.

You went back into Ushijima’s room since it was the closest place and you knew you could always go to your brother whenever you were upset or just in need of someone to listen to you rant about anything. Upon your entering, Ushijima looks up at you and before he could ask what was wrong you wrapped your arms around him and just burst out crying. Awkwardly, Ushijima pats your back not really knowing what to do. He waits for you to calm down before asking you “What’s wrong Y/N?”

“h-he called me boring...” you cried again slightly, “I heard him talking with Semi and Shirabu”

“Well I don’t think you a boring, not at all Y/N” he said handing you a tissue so that you can wipe your eyes and blow your nose “Do you need me to talk with him?”

“No!” You exclaimed “Don’t talk to him...I’ll handle it.” You knew that him and Tendou talking wouldn’t turn out right, because you weren’t even dating in the first place and Ushijima would definitely deep the situation more then needs be.  

“Ushiwaka I brought some snacks for us” said a cheerful sounding Tendou entering the room. His voice faltered when he saw a teary eyed you wrapped up in her brothers arm. “Y/N-chan are you alright?”  

“Yeah I’m fine” you respond dryly “Well I’ll be going...thanks Toshi”  

You leave the room not looking Tendou in the eye leaving him confused. He thought you would be happy to see him, although he knew you weren’t officially ‘together’ or whatever so he didn’t get why you seemed mad.

“Hey Ushiwaka, what’s wrong with Y/N” he asked  

“She said I am not allowed to discuss it with you.” Ushijima replied flipping through his magazine

‘So there is a problem..’ Tendou thought trying to think of things that could spur up your problem with him.

When you were heading to your room, you bumped into Semi and Shirabu who seemed to be heading towards your brother. “Hey Y/N” they greeted simultaneously

“hi guys..” you said sniffling  

They could see that you were sad and didn’t want to pry, so in an attempt to make you feel better Semi said “One of our friends, I think someone from Karasuno is having a party do you wanna come with us.” Just then, a lightbulb went off in your head and you thought of the best idea to really show Tendou you aren’t boring and you can also make your ‘boy’ friend jealous at the same time.

You immediately perk up and smile at the boys surprising them, “Sure, I'd love to go pick me up at 8?” you ask making them nod as you rush back to your dorm room to find something to wear.  

After basically emptying your wardrobe, you find something to wear (a little black dress to be precise) you couldn’t deny that you were hot in general but right now in this dress there was no dispute about how beautiful you are.

Semi knocks on your door right at 8pm, his eyes widening seeing how you look. You gave him a knowing smirk making the tips of his ears go red, “should we be going now...?” you ask as he was stood there frozen staring at you,

“Uhm yeah sure” he said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck feeling a little bit embarrassed.

Entering the party, a lot of eyes were on both you and Semi in jealousy and in want. You were both the most attractive ‘couple’ in the room and it was obvious that you both knew that. Tendou was already there sitting in the corner of the room with the rest of the Shiratorizawa boys, he had of bit of anger brewing in the pit of his stomach at the sight of you on Semi’s arm.

“Semi! My twin, welcome to the party!” Yelled a boy who looked kind of like Semi, making Semi roll his eyes

“Hi, I’m Sugawara but you can just call me suga” he says to you extending his hand “and you are...”

“Oh Hi! I’m Ushijima Y/N” you replied back giving his hand a shake

“I see, Ushiwaka’s little sister...cute” he says smiling in your face “Well I’ve got to now and make sure certain teammates of mine aren’t blowing up my house or anything so talk to you soon”

“You do kind of look the same Semi” you say to him teasingly

“Oh, shut up Y/N” he says jokingly making you laugh pretty loudly putting your arm on his bicep (forearm I don’t know the body part lol.) You look over to Tendou and you could tell he was getting bothered by your interaction with Semi making it even more enjoyable to you.

“Semi, do you wanna dance?” you ask batting your eyelashes at him, throwing him off. “Um okay.”

You were being a bit wild with your movements whilst dancing with Semi (since you’re obviously not the usual party-goer) but you were enjoying yourself nevertheless.  

“Are you okay Y/N?” Semi asks you  

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be” you respond

“Um...it’s just that you’ve been a bit weird tonight and I’ve seen the staring matches you and Tendou have been having” he says “Is everything alright with both of you?”

He leads you over to somewhere more private so that you could properly talk, “So what's been going on with the two of you.”

“You should know more than me Semi” you sigh “You were there when he called me boring”

“I don’t think he meant it th-” he starts  

“I don’t care what he meant to be honest, I just wanted to prove to him more so prove to myself that I’m not boring. Cause I don’t think I am.” you say

“You’re not Y/N” he says looking at you “Of course you aren’t.”

“I guess so... it doesn’t even matter I shouldn’t even be so upset, since me and Tendou aren’t actually dating.” you mumbled looking away

“Tendou really likes you Y/N” he says turning your body so you’re so looking at him “He talks about you all the time, since he thinks you’re amazing.”

You’re now staring into each other's eyes “And that’s because you are amazing Y/N” his words make you smile and look down slightly. Maybe it was just because you were both in the heat of the moment, but Semi lips up your chin so you’re both directly in front of each other and you then subconsciously lean into his face closing your eyes (with him doing the same.) And just as your lips were about to touch you hear a,

“What the fuck is happening here!” you look to your left and see both Tendou and Ushijima. With Tendou having his mouth agape and Ushijima having his usual monotone expression on. Tendou rushes over to you and grips your arm pulling your arm up, making you wince slightly and him lessening his grip on you. He pulls you into the bathroom and sits you down on the toilet (the lid is closed) and he leans against the sink.

“What’s your problem with me Y/N” he says sounding pretty fed up.

“Nothing...I don’t see why you care … It’s not like we’re dating or anything” you say mumbling the last part.

“Oh so that’s your problem!” he exclaims, kind of happy that he cracked the code on why you were mad at him.

“No my problem is that you think Im boring” you whine  

“Boring... I don’t think I ever sai-” he pauses realizing what you were referring too “Oh you heard me when I was with Semi-sem and Shirapoo... we thought we heard someone outside”

You sat there with a bored expression on your face waiting for an explanation, “I never said you were boring, well I did. But I assume you miss what I really said was ‘Boring. No that’s also the wrong word too she’s blunt it’s like I’m talking to a girl version of Ushijima sometimes it’s spooky.... but besides that, I really like her’ that’s what I said”

Oh, ‘I guess that makes sense,’ you think... because you were shocked that Tendou would call you boring in the first place so it makes more sense that he didn’t even fully mean that and you just didn’t hear the full thing.

“Oh” you say, looking down feeling a bit embarrassed  

"I really like you Y/N... and I know you’ve been waiting on me to ask you to be my girlfriend and I’m sorry for not doing it sooner, I just didn’t think we needed a label since we both knew what we were” he says kneeling down to be at your eye level “But obviously when I saw you dancing and flirting with Semi I realised what I gotta do... so Y/N Ushijima my ‘miracle girl’ will you be my girlfriend”  

“Of course,” you say giving him a hug  

“Oh, and Y/N...” he starts “were you really about to kiss semi” he asks in a jokey way “you would’ve been left with a permanent scowl left on your face” making you laugh.

After spending quite some time in the bathroom with Tendou, you finally leave and see Ushijima just standing outside patiently waiting.  

“Umm Toshi-nii what are you doing?” you ask  

“Just making sure you’re okay Y/N.” he says looking at both you and Tendou and then your hands that are holding each other's “Ahh I see you two are now boyfriend and girlfriend”

“Yes indeed we are Ushiwaka, I finally asked her!” Tendou replied

“Oh that’s good.” Ushijima nods at both at you as you start walking off to return to the party “Also Tendou, when you and Y/N have se-”

“Gosh Toshi, stop with the sex talk” you say putting your hands on your ears making Tendou laugh.

You and Tendou have so much fun in your relationship, always enjoying the time you spend together. There were no big problems with you two, besides minor arguments but if there ever was a problem you could always go to your big brother who had the best advice to give whether it was on relationships, plants or sex.

[maxwell-grant]

Might I please ask if you have an opinion of DRACULA? (Either the novel itself or the adaptations); having read both this novel and FRANKENSTEIN, I'm tempted to agree with the reviewer who wrote that one of these is a Classic and the other is actually Fun to read ... (-;

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I completely understand the sentiment of "one's a classic and the other's fun to read" and I don't necessarily disagree with it. I don't read Frankenstein for fun, I read it because it's the book closest to me and it's heartbreaking to think about and it's got one of my favorite characters ever in it and it's got a stake in my soul I gotta renew every year. Dracula, however? Dracula is a blast and it boggles the mind as to how every adaptation can be so crushingly lesser in nearly every aspect. My hardcover edition with annotations is one of my most prized possessions.

It's interesting that people tend to talk about Frankenstein and Dracula like Frankenstein was cutting edge sci-fi while Dracula was archaic and folkloric, when it's really the other way around. Frankenstein is the story of an arrogant dipshit rejecting modern science and thinking to unearth outdated knowledge soon blossoming into a vicious cycle of savagery, where as Dracula is the story of an ancient predator adapting and trying to take over current society and fought by a ragtag team of upstanding citizens using modern tactics to stave him off and eventually fight him, desperately struggling to stay ahead of the curve as he wisens to their tactics.

This book was really ahead of it's time in so many ways. I could easily see excerpts of it, particularly the Demeter journals and Renfield's story, taking off as internet creepypastas or found footage horror films. Dracula's a story about a group of characters playing detective as they update their blog entries about the coming of an initially incomprehensible horror taking over their lives. It's a story that could work regardless of Victorian or vampire trappings, and we know this because Blair Witch Project and Marble Hornets are some of the biggest horror successes of the past decades, all of which follow the same general idea, except in Dracula, they don't just discover the true nature of the horror, they also start fighting back and ultimately destroy it.

Dracula's obviously a great villain, that goes without saying. I don't actually tend to take Dracula seriously much of the time because I'm very fond of comedy takes on Dracula and vampires, but that doesn't at all diminish his impact in the original book. He's barely in the novel for much of it which makes his every appearence Count, and the atmosphere as well as the many, many forms he can show up or be suggested at really help solidify what an incredible presence he can be.

He's the strange ruler in a foreign country, he's the kooky old man with weird customs, he's the creepy house owner tormenting a hapless guest, he's a barbarian who lives in nostalgia. He's the wind on your window, a dog on the street, a bat in your windshield, a storm on your ship. He's a predator in every way possible, he's a handsome aristocrat, he's a tragic victim of his own monstrous nature, he's a demon who threatens to consume all mankind, he's the fucker who assaulted your loved one and has to go down hard by machete right now.

Even if we just threw out the 124 years of Dracula's history out, we'd still have enough material in the book not just for a great villain, but dozens of great villains and characters who could take just about any of these traits and run with them. And still, the thing that really, really stuck out to me about Dracula wasn't him, it was the other characters

Art by Kiwi

Dracula's cast is so, so underrated, so unfortunately sidelined as a result of adaptations that only care about The Count and try to give him all the dramatic weight and characterization and sideline all the other characters as merely bit players. Stories that twist Jonathan into a useless fop or an active jerk on the idea that he's the "boring" one, that diminish Renfield's story into just being a hapless and insane goon of Dracula, that make Van Helsing the only character who's even capable of putting up a fight and make him a generic badass, that completely neglect Quincy Morris even though he's great and everyone who discovers him is aghast at discovering "holy shit there's a COWBOY in Dracula?" like yes, there is, and he's incredible and everyone should love him and everyone WOULD love him if only the adaptations remembered he exists.

Adaptations that completely sideline Mina when, and I can't stress this enough, she is the most competent character in the book, one of the greatest pop culture detectives, a wonderful and compassionate and incredibly strong and intelligent character and the main reason why they even managed to win against the Count in the first place, and arguably the closest thing the book even has to a protagonist or hero. I'm not gonna go too into it here but, even putting aside the sheer awfulness of adaptations that try and force a romance between The Count and Mina, seriously fuck off with that, why is it that pretty much every "official" adaptation has had considerably less feminist interpretations of Mina than the source material written in the 1880s? It's a complete travesty (and yes, I'm including LOEG Mina in this, anyone who likes the book and character could have done that concept better)

I enjoy aspects of Dracula adaptations, mostly regarding certain actors's takes on the characters like Bela Lugosi (the only saving grace of that movie, honestly, but rightfully considered the iconic performance), or Peter Cushing as Van Helsing. I very much enjoy the Dracula adaptation Orson Welles did because it at least tried to stay faithful to the book. But regardless of their individual quality, I don't have much to say about Dracula adaptations that try to adapt the book other than "WHY in christ aren't you just sticking to what's in the book? Do you not see how GREAT it is, all the great things about it that are just waiting to be rediscovered and loved by new audiences? STOP WHATEVER IT IS YOU'RE DOING WITH MINA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD-"

So yeah I definitely got thoughts on Dracula. Utterly adore the book but thinking about how much of it's greatness has been lost in the adaptations kinda makes me a little angry. Of course, this doesn't extend to adaptations that tell different stories or just put Dracula into existing stories or reinterpret it. I love Nosferatu and Castlevania Dracula and Hellsing Dracula and Billy & Mandy Dracula and Sesame Street Dracula. Dracula's basically become a sub-category of monster in it's own right and there's no such think as too many monsters, or too many Draculas

I'm very glad that Dracula's public domain because it means not only can he just show up anywhere, but it also means that just about anyone can pen their own Dracula stories. Still, it would be nice if the other great characters of Dracula got brought along for the ride on a couple of those.

[spxllcxstxr]

Game On • J.P

(Gif not mine)

Writing Challenge: @lunalovecroft ‘s 2.7k Trope Writing Challenge! Congrats again! Everyone go check out their fantastic blog! Trope: Quidditch Rivals and Secret Dating

Summary: No one knows that rival captains, Potter and (Y/Ln), have been in a secret relationship for quite some time. Then, the Championship Game arrives.

Warnings: cursing, a small hint of steaminess (nothing big—it’s like a quick mention and that’s it), slight Wolfstar and Dorlene mention, mention of breakfast at the Great Hall, kissing, use of Ms when referring to the reader (only once), nonGryffindor!reader

Word Count: 2k

A.N: Kinda long winded but I actually like the dialogue for once??? Wow. Congrats again on 2.7k! Everyone go follow them because I get so happy seeing them on my dash ❤️ Hope you all enjoy and love you all ❤️

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Your eyes snap open hours before they have to, your dorm still pitch black, the soft snores of your friends filling up the otherwise quiet space. The covers feel heavy and restricting on top of you, something you quickly remedy by kicking them clear off the mattress.

You swing your legs over the edge, feet meeting the cool wooden floor.

Rubbing your eyes, you glance over at the ornate clock on your nightstand. One in the morning. You sigh, your goal of getting a good night’s sleep before your important match in ruins.

Your skin crawls at the thought of the Championship Match only hours from now. The amount of blood, sweat, and tears you’ve shed in preparation for it is frankly quite concerning.

Unable to get back to sleep, you drag yourself out of bed, shoving your feet into plush slippers before slipping quietly out of your room. You’re forced to tiptoe around scattered books, most of them Quidditch related from last night.

There’s no way you’ll be getting back to sleep anytime soon, the anxiety of the morning’s match coursing through your veins. The nerves were the worst part of competitive Quidditch—after all these years you still couldn’t shake them.

Absentmindedly, you think about heading to the Kitchens, the warm and comfortable environment sounding like exactly what you need.

Late night visits to the Kitchens aren’t anything new, you and James often sneak out after curfew hidden underneath his Invisibility Cloak. Sitting in the far corner behind countless shelves and barrels was a frequent date for the two of you since it offered enough privacy from the rest of the castle.

The two of you could hold hands on the table, his thumb open to draw little figure eights between your knuckles. Your eyes could light up just looking at him without the fear of being called out. His lips could capture yours in a sweet or passionate kiss and no one would know.

The real and complete reason for keeping your relationship a secret was long since forgotten, but the general idea is still shared. It’s just easier being Quidditch rivals instead of being Quidditch rivals that snogged the second feet touched the ground. Neither of you were ever accused of going easy on the other during matches, and that’s how the two of you preferred it.

Plus, there was something romantic about sneaking around the castle and through secret passage ways pressed closely underneath his cloak. Stolen kisses in empty classrooms and quick shags in broom closets were fun when they weren’t inconvenient.

In the back of your mind you have an inkling that James might be huddled up in the usual spot as well, considering he has a match as well in a few hours.

You shuffle through the common room, a few third years spread out on the couch, sleeping atop their textbooks and notes. The fire crackles and pops lowly. A shiver runs down your spine as you step out into the corridor.

“Lumos!”

A murky blue light blooms from the tip of your wand, lighting up the dark corridor.

You shuffle across the stone, the occasional laugh or snore echoing throughout.

Filch isn’t an issue at this time of night, surprisingly the old care taker does get some sort of beauty sleep, though it does him no good, so you find yourself walking normally instead of carefully creeping around.

It doesn’t take long to get to the portrait of the bowl of fruit, faint giggles coming from the pear. You extend your arm to tickle the bottom of the pear, it’s giggles erupting even louder before morphing into an intricate brass doorknob.

Stepping through the threshold you’re immediately met with a blast of heat due to the large fireplace that practically takes up the wall to your right. Even though it’s the middle of the night, plates and goblets and utensils are clanking and crashing together, the pitter patter of house-elves darting around the area isn’t surprising at this point.

“Nox.”

The blue light fades and flickering orange takes over.

A small and pale grey figure rushes up to you, jittery like they’ve just consumed a gallon of coffee. One ear droops low enough where it’s almost dragging across the floor while the other is significantly shorter.

“Ms. (Y/Ln)!” The house-elf squeaks, wringing their lavender cloth between their fingers. “Mr. Potter is waiting for you!”

“Alright, Tilly.” You smile warmly at the elf. “Thank you.”

As you make your way to your usual spot in the back of the Kitchens, you hear Tilly bound back over to the counters, joining the many other house-elves that work down here.

Behind stacks of old crates and barrels, there’s an old and decrepit picnic table, obscured from the rest of the room. Each time you and James show up you’re surprised the house-elves haven’t chucked it into the large fire yet. It’s so rickety it’s practically only good for firewood.

And being the spot for the two of you to find refuge in.

James is sitting with his back against the wall, legs outstretched across the bench just like you suspected. He’s lazily tracing a finger around the lip of his steaming mug, hazel eyes lost in thought. From your spot you can see his teeth toying with his bottom lip.

“You ok Jamie?” You ask softly, trying not to startle him out of his thoughts.

His eyes flick up to yours before he fixes his glasses and runs a hand through his bedhead.

“Knew you’d join me eventually, love.” He sends over a wink, face lighting up.

“And you didn’t think to pick me up at my common room?” You playfully scoff, slotting yourself between his legs, face pressed into his chest.

The red fabric smells suspiciously like the Quidditch shed, like he got in some late night practice.

“Oh yes, because standing out in the cold corridors outside of your common room after curfew is much better than just waiting for you in the warm Kitchens.” James’ chin rests in the top of your head, his arms wrapped securely around your waist.

“Blimey, chivalry really is dead.”

“Y’know, you could’ve waited outside the Gryffindor Tower for me.” James points out, chuckling at your complaint.

“I’m sorry.” You gasp. “Who has the Invisibility Cloak, again?”

“You got here just fine, didn’t you, love?” He snorts, chest rumbling.

“Whatever.” You grumble, rolling your eyes in defeat.

James sighs, rubbing your side. “You ready for the morning?”

You hum noncommittally, the thought of tomorrow’s match swirling through your mind.

“Nervous, love?” His voice is soft and delicate against your temple.

“I mean, this is my last chance, Jamie.” You mumble into his chest. “And of course it’s against you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, (Y/n)?” James asks, concern laced within his voice.

“It’s just that you’re an amazing player and I’m—“

“A spectacular player as well.” He interjects. “I’ve seen you out there practicing. You’ve built a bloody good team this year. We’re on equal footing.”

“Yeah well, I’ve never beaten you before.” You huff lightly, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“So?” He questions. “That doesn’t mean anything. There’s a reason you’ve made it into the Championship match, (Y/n). Because you’re a fucking phenomenal Captain. And I’ll hex anyone that tells you otherwise.” You feel his fingers flex angrily against your waist.

“You’re so sweet.” You pick your head up slightly to face him, a pout tugging at your lips.

“Guess I should give you a good luck kiss now, considering we won’t have time in the morning.” James’ hazel eyes shine in the flickering light while looking into your own.

“Does luck even last that long?” You bring your fingers up to hover over his sharp jawline.

“Sadly, love, we’ll have to test that.” He sighs.

You bring your lips to meet his, your fatigue making it a bit sloppier than it should’ve been. He nips at your lips, pulling you closer to his chest momentarily before pulling away.

You whine slightly at the loss of warmth.

“Gotta save some of that luck for myself, love. Can’t just let you win.” He smirks, lips grazing your hairline.

The two of you end up sitting there for another hour or so, listening to the fire crackling and the house-elves rummage around. Eventually, he pulls you underneath his cloak and drops you back off at your common room, a quick peck pressed to your lips.

You manage to drift back off to sleep, dreaming of James rather than Quidditch.

When you pry your eyes open for the second time, the sun is actually filtering through your curtains and most of your dormmates are awake and shuffling around.

You tune them out the best you can, opting to go through your routine in whatever silence you can find.

Your routine is quite simple, you let your joints pop and muscles stretch, trying to shake yourself awake.

The rest of the castle seems to be alive with boisterous laughter and over the top festivities. Glancing around at the corridors and the Great Hall, you’re able to notice a pretty even split between red and gold and your own house colors.

This was going to be one hell of a rematch.

Marlene and Sirius have a crowd forming around them as they flex and throw out trash talk. You watch as Remus and Dorcas try to coax them down from the tabletop, but they seem unsuccessful.

Peter, Mary, and Lily are fawning over James, hyping him up, even you can tell from across the Hall.

But he isn’t paying attention to them, his eyes are clearly trained on you behind his round glasses.

“Already envisioning Potter’s demise?”

You tear your eyes away from him, instead focusing on your teammate.

“Oh absolutely.” You smirk, before throwing yourself into last minute charts and maneuvers.

Breakfast goes by quick, your leg never stops bouncing underneath the table and your fingers tap incessantly against your goblet.

You and your team strut down to the pitch earlier than anyone else. There’s a slight breeze rolling through the grounds, something you take into account.

It becomes a bit of a blur after you’ve changed into your uniform, the crowd begins to show up and their cheers take over your hearing.

Remus is announcing the game, which you have no idea why since it never goes well for anyone. His commentary ranges from picking on James to flirting with Sirius to just trying to get McGonagall pissed off.

Marching out to the center of the grassy pitch, broom in hand, you’re bombarded with your name being enthusiastically chanted across the entire stadium. Confidence bubbles inside of you as you face James, Madam Hooch just beside you.

“Alright everyone, I expect a nice, clean, and fair game today. This is the Championship, no one will get away with any funny business.” Her tone is clipped as her yellow eyes take in everyone. “Captains, shake hands.”

You and James take a step forward, his hand firmly grasping yours.

“Good luck, love.”

With your hands still connected, James plants his lips on your own, and you eagerly kiss back.

The crowd erupts into even louder cheers.

“Bloody hell!” You hear Remus exclaim over the loud speaker. “James and (Y/Ln) are now snogging on the pitch! You own me five bloody Galleons, Sirius Black! I told you, you—“

“Lupin!”

James takes a step back, his usual smirk painted across his face. His hazel eyes glint mischievously behind his goggles, which he takes the time to adjust like they were his own glasses.

The roar of the entire castle fills your ears after your little reveal.

It’s a little overwhelming, you have to admit, but it doesn’t deter you. You’ve spent too many hours training for this very moment to back down now.

You roll your neck, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, but pixies have already erupted in your stomach. You feel James’ stare burning into you.

“Mount your brooms.” Madam Hooch’s harsh tone cuts through the crowd, but you’re barely paying attention to her as you swing a leg over your broom handle.

The whistle pops into her mouth like usual, but in the split second before she blows with all the air in her lungs, you lock eyes with your boyfriend.

His red and gold robes billow behind him, confidence just rolling off of him. Dark and chaotic curls drift in the breeze.

He sends you a wink.

“Game on, love.”

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Bad Influence - Beelsnack's 666 Follower Special!!

(Technically I'm over 666 - shoutout to the porn bots)

But seriously, holy shit, there's a lot of you. Thank you all so much for liking my stuff, and for interacting with me and sending me good vibes and all of that. I hope I can keep giving you guys quality work!!

And yes, I am a nerd and I consider 666 a milestone for a blog for a bunch of demons. No, I'm not sorry.

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Lucifer: He couldn’t help but wonder when the change had set in.

When the human first arrived in the Devildom, they had been humble and meek. If anyone complimented them, they deflected it with the mastery and resignation of someone who had been doing it for far longer than they should have. And if someone thanked them? You would think their entire world was dissolving around them.

But now?

He extended a gloved hand towards them as they descended the stairs. Tonight was one of the rare nights where they had the opportunity to be alone without one of his brothers tagging along, and they had been planning this date for nearly a week now. They slipped their hand in his without any of the hesitation they would have shown at first. They knew they deserved his reverence.

“You look radiant as always, my dear,” he curled his fingers around theirs as they reached the bottom step, bringing the backs of their knuckles to his lips. “Surely there is no star in the sky that could outshine you.”

They laughed - his theatrics always did amuse them. “You do have amazing taste, after all.”

He chuckled as well, guiding the two of them to the front door. “Of course. Do you think the Avatar of Pride would associate with anyone less than the best?”

“Definitely not,” the wind that came through the door when they opened it blew their hair away from their face, and Lucifer couldn’t help but preen at the fact that he had helped that quivering little animal grow into the proud swan that stood before him.

“Speaking of the best, where are we going for dinner?”

“Don’t worry, my dear,” he laughed as they made their way out into the night. “You deserve the world, and the world you shall get.”

“Unless ‘the world’ means a steak dinner, I’m not interested.”

Mammon: “Come on, don’t leave me hangin’ out here!”

The curtain covering the entrance to the changing room rustled, and Mammon heard a faint “Fine, fine, just give me a sec!” before it finally opened and out stepped the human.

Mammon always thought they looked good no matter what they were wearing, even if it was one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Actually, especially if it was one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts. But seeing them decked out in his fashion brand - one he had both designed and modeled - was definitely making him feel some type of way.

He let out a low whistle when they stopped in front of the chair he had seated himself in. The results of his own shopping spree were tucked haphazardly into a colorful assortment of bags at his feet, but the human had taken a bit longer than he did picking out their stuff. And damn, was he glad they did, because otherwise he wouldn’t get the chance to see them modeling his clothes.

It was a private fashion show, just for him.

The outfit itself was pretty simple. A black fitted tee beneath a cropped leather jacket, a pair of faded dark-blue skinny jeans, and a pair of black sneaks with a gold stripe going up the side. But the thing that brought the whole outfit together was the long necklace with a topaz pendent resting against their breastbone.

“Well?” they asked, giving him a spin before striking a pose before him. “What do you think?”

For a moment, he couldn’t speak. The human wearing his clothes...it was the next best thing to them walking around with “I Belong To Mammon” tattooed on their forehead.

“I, uh...I guess you...um,” he swallowed thickly. “Ya look alright, I guess.”

“That’s tsundere for ‘you look hot,’ right?” they grinned before spinning around to look in the mirror. “Man, this is a whole look! I have to have it!”

If this had been a few months ago, the human would have waffled back and forth about whether or not to buy anything. It didn’t matter how much they wanted something, it was almost like they just couldn’t do anything nice for themselves. There was being frugal, and then there was deprivation. Now, though, was completely different.

“I wonder if I should get some shades to go with?” they mumbled, looking themselves over in the mirror. “I think that would really pull it together, don’t you?”

“Just don’t go for the Ray Bans, it’s a fucking scam.”

Leviathan: "Come on, come on, come on…"

Very rarely was Levi the one watching someone else play games, unless it was a stream. And as mind-blowingly awesome it would be to watch the human stream one of his current faves, he definitely didn't want other people seeing how adorable they looked when they were focused.

They had come to him with absolute determination in their eyes, begging him to help them out. There were a limited amount of UR armor sets in the event, and they needed to get their hands on one. And, well, what kind of friend would he be if he didn't help them out?

(The fact that he already scored the armor is irrelevant.)

So, here they were, camped out in the pillow nest that they often made for themselves when gaming in his room, laser focused on the screen with Levi giving them guidance. The event level was brutal, but they were in the final hours, so it was crunch time.

"Okay, this boss is easy once you know the attack pattern. Four regular slashes, a jab, then you've got about five seconds to get behind a pillar before it uses the AOE."

"Gotcha."

Even then, it was a long battle, and they had used up most of their healing potions by the time the monster let out an anguished roar and disintegrated into a pile of bones. The human held their breath as they moved towards it to gather their loot.

"Yes!!"

They practically leaped out of the pillow nest in triumph. There, right on the top of the loot list in shimmering gold font, and the UR armor that they had been coveting.

"I got it! I got it!" they cheered. "Levi, I finally got it!"

"Hell yeah you did!" the two of them shared a crisp high five as the results of the campaign loaded on the screen. It was updating in real time, so they could watch as the final moments of the event ticked away.

Levi knew what they were looking for. Early on in the dungeon, another player had done them real dirty, sniping them from a few levels above and then taunting them over VC about how they would never get the armor now. So of course that only inspired the human to work harder, and here they were.

3...2...1

Event over. Quickly, the human scrolled up to the beginning of the list, checking the names of all the players who scored the armor.

Levi sat next to them, chewing his lip. What was that person's tag again? He didn't remember.

Suddenly, the human let out a snort that turned into a full-on giggle fit.

"They didn't get it!" they cackled like a hyena. "Serves them right, the jackass!"

Levi was pretty sure it wasn't a good idea to laugh at the misfortune of others. But, he knew better than anyone that spite was a hell of a motivator. When they had first gotten themselves isekai’d into the Devildom, they had let demons walk all over them, Levi had personally witnessed a lower-level demon shove them out of the way to get a sandwich they had been reaching for, and the human just stood there and let them take it. But they had grown to be a little more selfish, and if they wanted something, they were taking it.

And maybe, just maybe, seeing them like that turned him on just a little bit.

Satan: "You want to come and say that to my face?"

Satan stood there in stunned silence as the human spun on their heel to look the demons right in the eyes. They had their back to him, so Satan couldn't see the look on their face, but whatever it was made the two lesser demons flinch.

"Hey, come on, Human, we were just joking."

"Yeah, no need to get all worked up."

They scoffed, and Satan knew them well enough to know that they were rolling their eyes. "Is that right? So you don't think I'm a...what was it? A fleshy meat sack who thinks they can get what they want by sleeping with the strongest demons in the Devildom?"

Another flinch. Satan chuckled to himself.. Did those morons really think they wouldn't hear them? Humans might not have super-heightened senses but they weren't deaf.

A small crowd had begun gathering around them, waiting to see what would happen. It wasn't every day one of the human exchange students squared up to a demon.

"You've got some nerve," the human drew themself up to their full height - which, admittedly, was laughable compared to most demons - and crossed their arms. "What do you think Lord Diavolo would do to demons who messed with his exchange students?"

"I believe there's a special spot in the Royal Torture Chambers for such demons," Satan came to stand next to them, and the other demons downright cowered. "If I recall correctly, there's an Iron Maiden down there."

"Ooh, cool!"

"Alright, we get it!" One of the demons cried, throwing their hands up defensively. "We're sorry!"

Satan opened his mouth to spit a curse at them, but the human beat him to it. "I've got Lord Diavolo on speed dial, so start running."

The two demons turned tail and booked it down the hallway, nearly crashing into Beelzebub as he turned the corner with a sandwich hanging out of his mouth. He stood frozen for a moment before he swallowed and turned to Satan and the human.

"Were those two bothering you guys?"

Satan cast a sideways look at the human before a wicked grin spread across his face.

"They took care of it."

Asmodeus: "Well, someone's feeling bold tonight."

The door had barely shut behind the two of them before the human was pressing Asmo against it, mouthing at his neck as their hands traveled down the front of his silk blouse. He shuddered gleefully as their breath ghosted against his ear lobe.

"I can't help it," they murmured, fingers skirting just beneath the hem of his shirt. "You looked so good out there."

"I look good all the time, darling," he hummed, reaching up to grab a fistful of hair to gently pry them away from his neck.

"You looked especially good," they huffed as he let go of their hair. "Dancing like that, I could barely wait until we got home."

"Aw, sweetheart, you should have come to join me." Asmo rolled his hips in an echo of the dancing he had been doing at the club, delighting when he felt them shiver against him. "We could have put on a show that would have captivated the whole Devildom."

"I don't think the staff would appreciate it."

"They would be too busy watching to care," Asmo giggled, diving down to capture their lips in a quick and dirty kiss. "Although I can't say I'm not thrilled to be getting a private show."

Beelzebub: “Man, this place has the best barbecue!”

Dinner dates were a pretty common thing for the two of them. Over the course of the human’s stay in the Devildom, the two of them had figured out which restaurants would put up with Beel’s appetite and which would visibly freeze when the Avatar of Gluttony entered the establishment. The Hellfire Barbecue was one of the good places, probably because Beel made sure to tip really well, and one time personally went into the kitchen to tip the chef. Or, well, he tried, anyway. He ended up giving the money to the human and told them to give it to the chef because he knew if he went in there he would devour everything. But the sentiment was still there.

Beel smiled down at the human as they wiped the barbecue sauce off of their face. “You finished all of it this time.”

“Huh?” they glanced at their plate. “Oh. Yeah, I guess I did.”

“You usually don’t.”

“I was really hungry, I guess.” they grinned sheepishly.

Beel distinctly remembered the human telling him that they always tried to save some food for later. Whether it was being resourceful or because they had a weird sense of shame around eating too much, Beel didn’t know, but he had never pressed in case it was a sensitive issue. But, seeing them indulge themselves and looking genuinely full and satisfied made him happy. And was probably his main motivation for taking them out to dinner so often.

Well, that and getting his own food.

“I like watching you eat.” Beel said, waving to the owner as he passed by.

“You...like watching me eat.” the human repeated, looking somewhat confused.

“You look so happy when you eat good food,” Beel smiled. “I like seeing you happy.”

Belphegor: Oh, how the tables have tabled.

“Come on, I don’t feel like dealing with Lucifer’s lectures today.” Belphie grumbled, tugging half-heartedly on the human’s arm that was flung around his waist. “We should get up soon.”

For all of his complaining, Belphie didn’t move. If anything, he snuggled down deeper into the bed. He loved when the human agreed to have a sleepover in the attic with him. They got uninterrupted cuddle and nap time, since nobody dared to come up to the attic except Beel. And Beel was almost always welcome to join the cuddle puddle.

“Five more minutes…” the human mumbled sleepily, burying their face into Belphie’s neck. The soft, contented sigh they let out tickled, and he squirmed a little.

“Aren’t you usually the one waking me up?” Belphie nuzzled his nose against their hair.

“But it’s comfy here,” they whined. “I don’t want to get up.”

“You just don’t want to do the presentation in class today.”

“Your point?”

Belphie laughed. “Can’t say I disagree.”

“I did all the hard work anyway,” they shrugged. “We’ll make Mammon give the report.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

The two of them settled back down into the nest of pillows. The human had almost drifted back to sleep when Belphie brought his nose down to theirs to nuzzle them together.

“You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

“You’re cute when you shut up and let me sleep.”

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Personal Sun (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Summary: Beach day with your Frankie and the boys.

Word Count: 2,042

Warnings: A few swear words, slight allusion to some ~grownup activities~ but only if you squint.

A/N: Hi so I know I said that I was going to post my PrincessBride!DinDjarin AU first but then the lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog’s Writer Wednesday (and compiled by the amazing @clydesducktape !) for this week popped up and I was just struck by inspiration so I had to write it. This is my first time ever participating in Writer Wednesday and also my first time writing for Frankie Morales (whom I love dearly). I hope you all enjoy it and if you want more Frankie, please let me know and send in some requests!

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It was too beautiful of a day to spend inside.

After weeks of storms and being cooped up all day, you were ready to feel the sun on your skin and breathe the salty air of the sea. You weren’t sure when the last time it was that you had gone to the beach, but your body ached to feel the cool breeze and warm waters. Your mind was made up as soon as the sun shone through your window— you were going to the beach no matter what today.

Sending out a quick text to your boyfriend and the boys telling them to meet you there, you practically skipped to your closet to pick out which swimsuit you would wear. Your phone pinged with their excited answers and them deciding who was bringing what to your impromptu beach party. Frankie, your boyfriend, texted you separately from the group chat to let you know that he would pick you up. Just as it always did when his name flashed across your screen, your stomach filled with butterflies and warmth.

Frankie was on his way and would be at your place within a few minutes so you quickly grabbed a random swimsuit from your closet. By the time you slipped it on and pulled your dress over your head, you heard the creaky doors of his old truck slam shut.

You had nearly tripped over your spare shoes that were scattered throughout your home in your haste to reach the door. When you pulled it open, you were met with his kind smile that set your soul aflame.

Frankie let out a low whistle whilst his eyes trailed over your figure. “How is it that you get more beautiful every time I see you?”

Your cheeks flushed with the heat of his compliment and you playfully slapped his shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Now quick, get into my car before your boyfriend catches us.” Frankie pulled you behind him and you couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips at his goofiness.

He swung open the passenger door, holding it open for you. “But seriously, you really do look beautiful today.” His hands gripped your hips and he hoisted you into his truck, but before he could walk away from you, your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close.

“Thank you, Frankie,” you said and placed a sweet kiss to his lips, smiling at the soft breath he let out. He placed a few more pecks to your lips before pulling away and hopping into the driver’s seat.

“Anything for my girl.”

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“Fish! Come on in, the water’s great!” Benny yelled from the ocean, splashing at Santi who had tried to jump on his back.

“I’m good from over here!” Frankie yelled back, content to just lay on his beach towel next to you as he read his book. You were doing the same, leaning against your boyfriend’s shoulder and soaking up as much sun you could possibly get. For it being such a nice day, the beach was practically empty, leaving you and your small party to spread out and enjoy the waves.

“If you wanna go in you can, Frankie,” you set your book down and touched his warm chest that was slowly getting darker as the day went on. “Don’t stay back just for me.”

Frankie grabbed the hand that rested on his chest and brought it to his mouth, brushing his lips over your knuckles. “For your information, I am not staying back just for you.”

“Oh really?” you quirked an eyebrow up at his teasing tone.

“Really,” he briefly took off his hat and ran his fingers through his soft curls. “I happen to be reading a very good book and the fact that I have a beautiful woman lying next to me has nothing to do with the fact that I’m not going in the water.”

“Mhm,” you tried to hold back your smile. “Well, I’m going to go take a quick dip and cool off.” You stood from your towel, brushing off whatever sand that clung to your skin. His eyes were on you when you pulled off your dress, revealing the black swimsuit that was underneath. You could practically see his eyes darken in the bright sunlight at the image before him. “Care to join?”

“Well, I’m sure I can finish this book some other time,” he put down his book hastily before scrambling up to join you. Frankie interlaced his fingers with yours and the two of you leisurely strolled to the water.

As soon as your feet touched the water, you let out a sharp yelp in surprise. “Benny, you fucking liar!” You could feel the goosebumps erupting over your skin. “It’s freezing!”

“Just gotta get used to it, babe!” he shouted back through his laughter.

“It’s okay, honey,” Frankie’s grip on you tightened and he began to pull you further into the water. “I’ll keep you warm.”

Begrudgingly, you let him pull you deeper into the ocean which only got colder the further you went. Your body eventually became used to the cold temperature and reached equilibrium, but you weren’t about to tell your boyfriend who held you close to his chest that yet.

Frankie was like your own personal sun, radiating warmth and happiness into your life. No matter the surrounding temperature, he burned hot and pulled you in with his sunny disposition. He was your walking heater that gladly wrapped his arms around you whenever you wanted him and his warmth. Whether that be on a chilly day when the layers weren’t enough or in the middle of the night when your hands were freezing and you placed your icy hands against his warm belly. He was your heater now as the two of you slowly drifted in the waves, arms wrapped right around your waist to pull you close against his wide chest.

“Better?” Frankie’s voice interrupted your thoughts of him.

You hummed in agreement, turning in his grasp so that you could loop your arms around his neck. You rested your forehead against his chest, pressing a light kiss over his heart. “Much better.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, slowly swaying alongside the waves as you both enjoyed the sun. Frankie’s hands kept drifting lower and lower, until eventually he was kneading the soft flesh of your ass. Just as you were about to make some teasing remark, his hands moved so that they cupped the soft flesh of your thighs and tugged you up until your legs were wrapped around his waist.

“Frankie!” you said his name in shock whilst dissolving into laughter at the new position. His hands remained firmly on the underside of your ass, holding your weight and tugging you impossibly closed. The new position left you slightly taller than him and he had to tilt his head back to meet your eyes.

“Just wanted to hold my girl, s’all,” he shrugged before pouting his lips for a kiss. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and placed your hands on either side of his scruffy face, tilting your head down and his back so that you could press your lips against his.

No matter how many times you had kissed your Frankie, each felt like the first. You’ve had ones that felt sweet and tasted even sweeter. You’ve had some that were all teeth and broken moans of pleasure. But the kind that you were sharing with him right now was your favorite. It was the kind that took your breath away with a sharp gasp, leaving you to breathe in as much of him as possible. It was the kind where his tongue lazily grazed over your bottom lip, teasing you into wanting more. It was the kind where your fingers tangled into his chocolate curls and pulled those sweet noises that you oh so loved to hear from him. It was the kind where his touch left sparks in their wake; where you swore you could feel your heart threatening to leap out of your chest because of the insane amount of love and adoration you held for this man.

“Hey!” Benny yelled from the beach where his brother had begun stacking wood for the bonfire that was happening later. “This is a public beach so you two can’t be doing that!”

Rather than breaking your kiss, Frankie extended his arm out to the side and flipped Benny the bird in response. You managed to see Benny get all red in the face when you peaked your eyes open, causing you to giggle against his lips.

“Seriously, man!” Will joined in. “There are kids around!”

That one caught your attention and the two of you pulled away and saw a mother of two shaking her head at the both of you, dragging her small children behind her to the car.

“Oops,” you winced, trying to wave at the poor woman and her children in apology. Frankie’s cheeks were tinged with embarrassment and he dropped his forehead to your chest to try to hide his face.

“We just emotionally scarred some 4 year-olds,” he mumbled into your skin.

“I’m sure they won’t even remember a thing, Frankie baby,” you smiled and placed a small kiss to his hairline. Wiggling from his grasp, your feet met the soft sand of the ocean and you took his hand in yours. “C’mon, let’s get back on the beach and dry off before we emotionally scar some fish.”

“Oh God, do you think we did that?”

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The rest of the day at the beach passed in relaxation between periods of sunbathing and swimming. The sun was finally setting over the horizon and your little party of five made their way to the bonfire that Will had built. You all sat around the fire, soaking up its warmth while you ate the packed sandwiches you had thought to bring this morning. It was peaceful, just your little group around the fire telling stories everyone had heard hundreds of times already. The teasing eventually shifted from you and Frankie over to Benny who had forgotten to put sunscreen on one spot of his back and was now sunburned.

Frankie and you were leaned against the log you had found, his arm thrown over your shoulders and tucking you into his body. He had thought to grab the blanket he always kept in his truck and draped it over your laps bringing extra warmth that was much needed during the chilly night.

His thumb was lazily tracing shapes and patterns into the skin of your arm and the repetitive movement was putting you to sleep. The boys had moved on to talking about something else now, all four of them animatedly expressing their opinions. You could feel Frankie’s deep voice rumbling through his chest from where your ear pressed against it. The noise and vibrations were soothing and the overall scent of the salty ocean, fire, and something just Frankie had you falling asleep in his arms.

Just as you were about to nod off, Frankie’s hushed whisper tugged at the edge of your consciousness. “Go to sleep, honey.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to your hairline.

“M’not tired,” you mumbled, burying your face into his shirt.

“Sure you’re not,” he chuckled, lips kissing your hairline. His free hand tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek. “S’okay, I’ll wake you up when we are leaving.”

“Promise?” It was getting harder and harder to stay conscious; you were just so comfortable and at home in your Frankie’s arms.

“I promise,” you could feel his smile against your scalp. “Now get some sleep.”

“Frankie?” your voice was sleepy and you could barely think.

“Hm?”

“I love you,” you couldn’t keep your mind awake any longer and began to succumb to sleep.

“I love you too, honey.” You didn’t see Frankie’s responding smile as he repeated your words, but it could have easily outshined any sun in any galaxy.

You may call him your personal sun, but you were the one that ignited the fire within him.