#i cant even press up w my right hand without it bothering me now

[bigmammallama5]

im anxious about getting the cyst surgically removed out of my wrist tomorrow morning (and grumpy about being in a splint for two weeks), but man im gonna be so much happier when i can fucking write normally instead of holding my hand at a weird angle bc i dont want to put pressure on this stupid fucking bubble of fluid.

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I see you have a liking towards THICC!! With that in mind, I need to have a Twice and/or Hawks with a Chubby GN! Reader using Fluff 12 and 19. (￣∇￣)

Fluffy Cuddles

Twice x Gn! Chubby! Reader

💕💜Counting Memories Event💜💕: Now Closed!

💕💜Counting Memories Event Masterlist💜💕

W: Some Sexual Innuendoes, Consensual Groping, Fluff

Fluff:

12)“This isn’t a dream? Fuck yes!”

19)“5 more minutes, please. You feel great.”

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Twice found it difficult to keep his hands to himself in general. He knew that it was wrong to touch people without them agreeing to it but the other versions of him didn’t follow the same social rules. They did as they please, grabbed and tore whatever they wanted without caring if it was important or not. He wished that he was more in control at times, it would save him the hassle, but if he was in control then he would lose the chance to have fun with you. He already teased you about your weight, nothing truly mean, just comment about how squishy you looked and how much he wanted to touch you. He made it his mission to feel you pressed up against him whenever he could and it soon became a problem for you.

“Ouch! What the fuck is wrong with you?! That was so mean.” He rubbed his head and pouted up at you. You hit his head after he groped your ass and moaned about how good it felt. It was such an invasion of personal space and most importantly, a huge violation of your person. You couldn’t say that you were used to this treatment but the reality was that you were kinda flattered that he liked your body so much. It wasn’t the first time that he had done this too. He had laid on top of you after a mission, his face pressed right onto your chest. He even fell asleep on top of you that day and you didn’t even bother to wake him up. His weight was comforting and so were his spontaneous personality changes. Some of them were rude to you, they would make comments about your appearance that truly stung, but others were sweet and loving.

“Jin! You cant grab me like that! You especially cant grab me like that in front of the others!” Twice stopped rubbing his head and jumped up from the ground, his gaze focused on you.

“So if we went to your room I could grope- hold- fondle- your ass?”

“N- Don’t say it like that! And who said you could fondle my butt?” He eagerly grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your room.

Ever since the PLF was developed and Shigaraki took charge, everyone got their own rooms within the compound. Your’s was next to Dabi’s and Twice lived a few doors down from you both. He asked Dabi if he could switch rooms with you but he was shut down before he could start begging. He liked you from the moment you joined the League, you’ve been with them since the start. You took care of everyone since you were the team’s doctors and all, but he liked how gentle your touch was when you’d heal his wounds and how you even helped him cut his hair when he couldn’t do it himself.

He remembers it vividly too. He was having an issue that day with the other versions of himself. They all wanted different styles and they all wanted to get a turn to cut so it devolved into chaos. He was crying when you found him, his eyes wide and his teeth chattered against each other as he hid in the corner of the bathroom. You cooed at him, your voice was soft and sweet as you asked permission to take his hand into yours. You held him in your arms as he cried and he felt the stress and paranoia that plagued his mind fade as you continued to talk about something meaningless to him. But, just having you talk eased him and the other versions of him. You asked if you could cut his hair for him, to which he easily agreed. You kept him whole, he didn't feel like splitting or like he was going to split when your body was close to his.

“Jin! Ok, wait.” You stop him on his tracks and pull at his hand,  “You can cuddle with me-”

“Really?!” You nod your head but open your mouth to continue.

“This isn't a dream? Fuck yes!” He interrupts. Twice bounces up and down and runs into your room, his emotions getting the better of him.

You both quickly enter your room and lock the door before Twice began to rip off his costume besides his face mask. You felt your face grow warm, the sight of your almost naked colleague set your face a blazed. It wasn't the first time semi-nude, hell, you had actually seen him naked on more than one occasion because he enjoyed sleeping in the nude. There were times when you’d wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water from the old hideout’s kitchen you'd find yourself faced with Twice exposed ass. The thought brought even more heat onto your face as you watched him do a little dance and pulled you towards the bed. You were thrown onto your bed and Twice laid next to you eagerly waiting for permission to touch you. You gave him a little nod and watched him still for a moment before he completely enveloped your body with his own. He buried his face into your chest, his hand finding their home on your stomach. He squeezed you tightly, almost like he was afraid that you would disappear. You giggle to yourself gently began to pat his back. It lulled him to sleep and you soon followed him as the rhythm of his heart comforted you.

You woke up with Twice still on you, though, his face mask was taken off at some point. You admired his features, the long and prominent scar running over his forehead reminded you of how much he had suffered. His actions were his own yet he didn’t have control over how the other versions of himself acted. You felt bad for him but that would help him. You watched him, his chest rise and fall as he clung onto your form. He whimpered in his sleep and you just pushed his hair back as a sign of silent comfort. You made yourself comfortable in the bed and scrubbed his back, allowing him to snuggle into your body. You laid awake all through the rest of the night waiting for the sun to rise and pour through the bottoms of your blinds. Your alarm also began to play as you continued to rub Twice’s back.

“Jin….Jin, wake up.” Your voice was as soft as you could possibly manage. There was pure kindness coming off of it.

“5 more minutes, please. You feel great.” He mumbled into your chest. He rubbed his face on you and held you tighter than before.

You coo at him and try to readjust yourself to be more comfortable. The feel of his bare chest and the weight of his legs wrapping around your waist was a welcomed weight.

[gallickingun]

How do you think Tama would react if you begged him to cum inside you while you were having sex? I just want our sweet elf boy to give me a nice creampie

cw: breeding kink, oral (m. receiving), praise, bit o’ dacryphilia!

His thumb is soft against your lower lip, watching with his own unhinged jaw as you bob your head up and down on his cock, the tip nudging your tongue until you are able to take him further, until your throat is tensing up around the thick shaft and you’re drooling down your chin. He swallows, a shininess in his eyes that he gets every time you beg to please him, every time you drop to your knees to prove to him that he’s worth a thousand stars.

“You’re so pretty,” and he doesn’t even mean to say it, not really. Tamaki’s voice is barely above a whisper, and his tongue parts his mouth so he can lick up and over the bow of his upper lip. An exhale shudders his shoulders and his free hand rubs your neck in a soothing motion, and for some reason he wants to kiss you so badly that he can’t see straight.

Or maybe that’s just a biproduct of your pretty mouth suckling all the way to the base of him.

Tamaki’s irises are hidden from you now, his lids unable to stutter open any longer, the further you take him, the more saliva that pools around the base of him until it drips from his balls to the floor. He moans, high and whiney, and his head drops back against the wall behind him, “Baby, ‘m gonna come if you keep that up.”

The thought of being able to taste him is divine, but your thighs throb with the need for something more. You swallow the pool of drool and pre that sits heavy on your tongue, and sit back on your thighs so you can look him in the eyes, seeking out those sweet, darkened irises with a gentle squeeze of his thigh under your petite grip, “T-Tama?”

You’ve wanted this for a while, wanted to beg and plead and cry until he gives it to you, but Tamaki swore he’d go slow, savor every piece of you until you’re tired and then, he’ll do it all over again. But, still, there is something missing. Your eyes are drawn momentarily to the shiny packages littered across your nightstand, taunting you silently, quietly mocking your every movement. You’ve purposefully bruised both of your knees tonight, with the hope that you can draw out such a long, heady arousal from him that it would leak out of you — but not your mouth, not this time.

“Yeah?” he’s trying his hardest not to stutter, you can tell. Your thumb runs over his knee and then you’re cupping your hands along his calves, anchoring yourself to the floor so you don’t float away with how effervescent his gaze makes you feel. You’re squirming on the floor now, the heels of your feet dug into your ass to give yourself some sort of harsh reminder that you need to get this question out of the way, that it will bother you until you know his answer.

You bite your lower lip to bring yourself back to reality and the sentence is slurred, but at least you’ve propelled it from your lips this time, “W-Will you come in me?”

His hips stutter to a stop and you’re worried you’ve run him off. You lick your lips and massage your thumbs in circles against his ankles, drifting palms headed north to administer the same affections to his thighs. Tamaki inhales in a shudder, and his thick fingers slide along your neck until he’s near gripping you at the shoulders, like he might push you further down until the floor swallows you whole. His thumb traces your jawline until he reaches your lower lip, and he cannot stop himself as he runs the pad of his fingerprint against the swell of your lower lip.

“Y-You mean it?” he is hesitant, and you could cry at the sound of his voice breaking the silence. Your mouth laps at the spittle and start of his orgasm that beads against his cockhead, pearlescent and pretty along the purpled tip. A nod has your mind boggling, and all you want is to let him drown you in whatever he’s willing to give you, just to taste him in your womb instead of your throat.

Tamaki guides you to your feet, fingers circled around your wrists to hold you closely, “Angel, I need to know—“

“Yes, I mean it,” your voice is firm and your gaze is direct enough to match. With a gusto you did not have moments prior, you reach out to hold his shaft in your hand, swiveling your palm up and down the length of him so the head disappears in your grasp and he’s already moaning on your first pass. He bucks his hips but then thinks twice, holding you by the hips and angling his pelvis backward so he does not move again, “I-I’m close, c-can’t keep goin’ like this.”

You are a mess when you take another step forward and practically beg him with your words and your gaze, “Then fuck me, ‘jiki. Want to feel you, all of you, inside of me, please!”

Unsure of where your words incited the riot that is his next movements, you allow him to take you along for the ride. Tamaki guides you to the bed and settles between your thighs, wanting to watch the way you fall apart beneath him as he spears you on the thick of his cock and he milks the sticky translucent arousal from between your precious, velveteen folds. He’s slow and deliberate with each thrust, savoring the way your plush warmth steals the very breath from his lungs, sucking him in like it might be the last stroke you ever feel. His palms are tucked under your knees, using the leverage of this position to hold you near folded in half, something you might complain about if it weren’t for the fucked out expression slackening his features.

“Ah, I’m, ‘m cl-close, angel,” he whimpers, and you’re surprised he’s managed this long. You feel a haze cloud your vision and you know it’s the tears that always fall when he fucks you raw on his cock. He’s so thick and deliberate, and you find yourself lost in every bit of him no matter how he takes you. Tamaki’s hips slam into your ass and it stings, and you’re sure that there will be a plethora of reminders of this evening in the form of blistering purple bruises along the curve of your ass.

“Please, Tama’,” you are wanton and uncaring in the desperation to your tone. You buck into him, meeting him more than halfway, the promise of his seed driving you to a new level of hungry. Tears seep down your cheeks and he releases one leg in favor of throwing it over his shoulder, just so he can brush his thumb over the curve of your face, collecting the saltine droplet on his fingertip. You open your mouth in beckoning for his finger, and he obliges you with little question, nothing but adoration and awe in his eyes as he watches your lips mold around his thick digit, suckling and licking at the knuckles.

Tamaki rolls his lips and then his hips and he gasps for breath, “Tell me, love, tell me what you want from me, please, I need you to—“

It is the only encouragement you need to beg for his cock, his come, to tell him that it’s the only thing left to complete you. There is a hole carved out in your innermost parts, and it’s created just for him. You are a desolate wasteland without the depths of his affections, and the weight of his cock between your thighs is but one facet to the gem of your relationship. Your nails are relentless against his back and shoulders, clawing at him like he might be taken from you if you were to let him go. Tamaki indulges you to the fullest, not a single complaint from his full lips as he bucks into you with a sheer force that rivals even the most brutish of men.

“R-Right there,” he murmurs, seemingly to himself, “g-gonna stuff you full, angel, gonna give you all my come until it’s pouring out of you, is that what you want?”

You’re incapable of speech at this point, too fucked out to do much other than listen and receive. Luckily for you both, you’re receptive enough for a thousand lifetimes, eyes widening and mouth parted in a silent begging as you tighten your thighs and cant your hips in time with his rhythm. The pleadings you’re able to muster are little more than musings, incomplete sentences and half-syllables, but he has been with you long enough to know what you mean.

Tamaki seems to put it all together on his last stroke, eyes widening as he falls forward, hips stuttering with aborted, untimely shifts until you feel the warmth inside of you duplicate tenfold, his cock twitching until he’s spent himself dry. Still, Tamaki moves like he might get started up again, half-hard cock still nestled into the sticky heat of your cunt, watching as the milky slick coats his cock in a ring, collecting when he pulls himself out only to stuff you full all over again. You wonder for a moment if he’s doing this with the knowledge that he’s fucking deeper into your womb with each roll of his hips, but you don’t have the wherewithal to ask.

“So pretty,” his words are but a distant echo of earlier, and this time the meaning is increasingly more lewd than it was when he was merely watching you take his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. Now, with the pulsating thick of his shaft finding purchase in the plush of your cunt, his words carry more weight, and this time you know he’s referencing the way your folds coat him in slick, not leaving an inch of him insatiable for your come. He is coated in it, drenched in the mixture of you both, and immediately, the desire to repeat the action stirs his cock from the depths of your body.

“No, you,” you giggle, framing his face with your hands so you can bring him forward for a kiss, “you’re always so pretty, ‘specially when you come.”

Tamaki turns so his cheek is pressed to yours, hoping you didn’t see the lustful darkening of his amethyst irises before he responds, “Wanna see me get downright gorgeous?”

A giggle is shared between the two of you, along with another round of your begging and pleading to be stuffed to the brim, and who is Tamaki to deny you of something when you ask so sweetly?

[meanhoeforcb97]

~•20:09pm•~

Pairing: Soft!Dom! Felix x Chubby!Hairy!Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut, some fluff

Warnings: Not! Shaved reader, shaved felix, mentions of insecurities, reader doesnt believe shes good enough, oral (f), fingering (f), nicknames (angel, love), unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap your willy) Felix is very soft and reassuring in general and stops multiple times to make sure y/n is alright lmk if I'm missing anything

Requested: No

Words: 4.5k

Note: this is not proof read, excuse my mistakes

You were on your phone when you heard the door of your apartment opening, even though you were focused on your boyfriend's latest performance video, just the thought that it might be him at the door made you quickly pause it and look at the door of your bedroom. Soon enough Felix's silver hair popped out of the dark hallway with a huge smile plastered on his face.

He was still in the same clothes he wore while filming but his make up had already been removed by his stylists.

He looked ethereal with his hair pulled back making his beautiful features all the more noticable, including his adorable freckles that were out in the open for you to admire. His body was covered by a pair of leather pants and a white dress shirt with a sleeveless blue jacket on top. Various earrings were adorning his ears and rings on his fingers. You almost jumped up to greet him but he was quick to cup your face and kiss you lovingly, your phone falling from your grip somewhere to the side. You giggled after he pulled back "Hello." He said almost breathlessly and you smiled widely "Hey.." And another kiss.

Kiss after kiss you found him sitting on your lap while you two were making out when his hardening cock suddenly pressed up against your stomach making him moan into your kiss and you quickly pulled back and placed your hands on his chest pushing him away slightly. Felix looked at you concerned as he got off and examined your panicked expression.

"Baby what's wrong?" He asked and you gulped. "I-I cant do it today!" You let out embarrased. "Oh shit!" He let out in half realization hitting his forehead lightly, "Are you on your period love? Do you wanna cuddle and watch a movie?" He asked caressing your stomach tenderly and you blushed madly while shaking your head slightly pushing his hand away from your stomach out of embarrassment.

"What is it angel?" Felix asked his deep voice making heat rush through your entire body and juices to leak onto your panties.

"I-I havent shaved... down there.." You let out, your face burning from embarrassment. He looked at you quite dumbfounded eyes widened and lips slightly apart. "That's....it?" He asked cautiously and when you shyly nodded and rubbed your forearms a few times out of embarrassment and awkwardness he could only chuckle. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek softly.

"Baby, you know I dont give a fuck about whether you shaved or not, right? It's your body and even the fact that you let me connect with you through it means the world to me. Okay angel?" He asked with a small smile lingering on his lips that only got wider when you pouted slightly.

"B-but, I bet my ass that you are as hairless as a newborn baby under those fancy leather pants of yours." You whined pointing at his cock through his trousers. He blushed slightly as he laughed at your cute expressions. "Well yeah, because that's what I like and what makes me feel comfortable in my own skin. If you didnt wanna shave it means you don't need it!" Felix said as he softly caressed your cheek again and you leaned into his touch loving the feeling of his cold hands against your warm face.

He leaned in and captured your lips between his own initiating a passionate kiss which soon enough turned into a messy make out session. He pulled you closer by the waist until your chest was flush against his own. The position was borderline uncomfortable as you were both sitting next to each other and turning and twisting your bodies so you could face each other on your shared bed. His hand snaked it's way from your face down to your chest, then to your waist and lastly on your thigh as he pulled you on top of him and without much thought you complied.

Straddling his lap, his bulge that was growing with your every movement pressed against your inner thigh and he groaned into your lips. Panicking again you pulled back to check on him, he was panting heavily and looking at you as confused as you were—maybe more. "D-did I hurt you? Am i too heavy?" You asked raising your hips off of his. "W-what? No! Why would you think that?" He asked in disbelief pushing you down on him and you blushed again. "I dont know.. I'm just so big and heavy and I thought I hurt you.." You said avoiding his gaze but glancing back at him every few seconds. "Angel, we've had sex a million times now and you still dont know how it works?" Felix cooed at you almost mockingly as if he was talking to a child, the indirect degradation making you soak your panties as you whined at him.

Kissing again he started removing your clothes and you helped him remove his own. When you were in your bra and sweatpants and he was only in his leather pants, he pulled back from your mouth to admire you. His hands trailed up your thighs to your waist as his thumbs caressed your stomach, and he dived into you chest as he kissed, licked and sucked on every bit of flesh he could find at that very moment. You were a moaning mess, every single hickey making you more sensitive than the last, his hands on your sides never going unnoticed.

Pulling back from your collarbone, a string of saliva connected your marked up body to his wet and kiss-swollen lips making you lick your own at the beautiful sight. Felix held your waist tightly and his muscles flexed under your grip when he flipped you around making you yelp. "Lix.. dont do that, you know I'm too heavy." You pouted at him and only smiled down at you, "Weight is just a meaningless number to me, angel." He said before kissing you again, his hands traveling up your stomach caressing your tummy and snaking their way up to your covered breasts.

Caressing over the sensitive nipples through the fabric of your bra made you whimper quietly and grab onto his forearms tightly. Sliding them all the way to the back, you arched your body off the bed helping Felix take off the unwanted piece of clothing. His lips immediately attached themselves on your right nipple while his hand tugged and rubbed on the left one. After a few moments of you moaning and threading your fingers through his hair he switches to the other breast repeating his motions.

"F-Felix.. m-more!" You cried out as you felt your wet cunt pulse at just the mere thought of his cock inside of you. He hummed against your breast making a soft moan slip from between your lips. "Does my baby need me? How bad do you need me angel?" Felix pulled away from your chest to look you in the eye with that soft mocking look as if he's talking to a child again. You whined at the sweet degradation making you hot all over again, hiding your face behind your hands you nodded and he chuckled. "I asked you a question angel, how bad do you need me?" He repeated and with a shaky voice you replied, still not looking at him. "R-really really bad L-Lix. I need you to fill me up with your beautiful cock." You moaned out without even thinking before speaking. Felix groaned and quickly tagged your sweats off your legs and threw them somehwere across the room. Trailing his cold hands against the warm skin of your thighs up to your hips where he caressed your stomach. His hands lingered on the stretch marks on your inner thighs as he kneaded the soft skin. "You're so fucking beautiful baby. You make me wanna eat you up." He groaned into your stomach as he left multiple kisses at the swell of it. Finally moving down where you need him most he rubbed you through the thin material of your panties with his thumb making you moan at the tiny yet delicious sparks of pleasure. Placing a lingering kiss right on your clit made a breathy moan escape your lips and your head to fall back on the soft pillows. Felix hummed against your heat making you shiver from the vibrations, "I love your sounds more than anything angel, I love how needy you sound. Who do you make these sounds for my love?" He said, his hot breath was tingling your pussy as he was only a few millimeters away from touching it again. "For you, only you Felix!" You said more like whined as you let your hands find their way into his beautiful silver locks. They were still tightly held together by hairspray making them rough to the touch and quite hard to get your hands through. Gently and carefully you started brushing your fingers through his hair breaking the hair apart and making it soft and loose again. He sighed in content against your clit making you slightly tug on the silver locks emitting a moan from him. He hooked his ring filled fingers under te elastic band of your cotton panties slowly sliding them down the curve of your hips, his eyes remained glued to your face watching your expressions for any sign of discomfort.

After your earlier talk even though he wanted to prove that it actually didnt bother him at all, if it was bothering you he should stop. After all that's what partners do for their significant other, shower them with love and affection and listen to their worries as to not cause them any discomfort. When all he saw was desperation in your eyes as you bit your lower lip he smirked and slid the thin material off your legs. At that very moment the realization of your hairy core being in full display right in front of Felix' face seeped in through your horny mind making you snap out of your trance with a gasp and close your thighs. Before your hands could leave his hair to cover yourself he was alreay spreading you apart all over again.

He propped himself up on his knees to look at you, your legs spread apart and your hands now holding his wrists placed on either side of your inner thighs.

"Babe, we need to get this out of the way because I cant do this without knowing you're alright, okay?" He asked and understanding what he meant you nodded. "Are you just shy and embarrassed or are you genuinely uncomfortable with me touching you? Because I swear if you genuinely dont want to do this today I will stop right here right now. You know you're much more important than my needy cock right? I will stop at any moment for you angel, I just need you to be clear with me." He said as he caressed your cheek softly with his ring-filled warm hands.

The contrast between his warm skin and the ice cold jewellery was comforting. The rings cooled your heated skin down while his natural warmth made you feel like home. God you love this man with all your heart. You realised you were tearing up and so your grip on his wrists loosened as you brought both of your hands to cover you face as you silently cried.

Felix pouted, he didnt mean to make you cry, he didnt even know why you were crying but it made him sad.

"No no no no no!" He exclaimed in his soft calming voice as he caressed his way up to your arms and holding your hands over your face gently. As if you were fragile glass capable of breaking at any moment he ever so slight pulled your hands away from your face just enough to meet your teary gaze.

"Why are you crying baby? Did I do something wrong?" Felix asked with concern–filled eyes and god you wanted to punch him so bad. You scoffed through your shaky breaths as you wiped a few tears away. "You're too good for me Felix. Way too fucking good." You say, voice soft and weak, afraid that if you spoke up it would break from crying.

"Its what you deserve baby," he caresses your face softly and one hand slides to your thigh again caressing it. "you deserve all the best." He says as he leans in to capture your lips in a sweet loving kiss. Pulling away Felix looked into your eyes again, "Angel do you want to do this?" He asked again and your heart swelled with love for this perfect man in front of you. "Fuck Felix, I do. You're the only person that could ever make me feel this beautiful." You muttered out almost inaudibly out of embarrassment. He smiled his famous sunshine smile before kissing your lips shortly and moving down to your core again.

His mouth attached itself on your lower lips, your folds already glistening with arousal. One hand found yours and intertwined your fingers with his while the other one spread your pussy apart to grant himself better access. Leaving an open mouthed kiss, your breath hitched in your throat for a split second. Poking his tongue out he left kitten licks against your slit as if testing the waters. When he felt your grip tighten around his hand he decided to take it a step further as he laid his tongue flat against your entrance licking all the way up to your clit. Little hairs poked against his tongue making the sensation quite unfamiliar and strange but welcome nonetheless, because when he heard the beautiful moan that escaped your lips he'd swear he was in heaven — or hell most likely. But he couldnt care less if he was going to hell after this, nothing mattered but you, you, you, you.

His lips found your clit easily as he lightly sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves making your legs twitch out of instinct and wrap around his head. He moaned against your core making you moan in return and your thighs to tighten their grip around him.

The hot muscle guided itself into your cavern. The friction against your wet walls making you whine, the hand that was previously covering your mouth tangling along his silver locks. His nose touched your pelvis with every thrust of his tongue making his nose slightly tickle from the hair, he could only smile at the feeling before pulling his tongue out and attaching his lips back to your clit.

He squeezed your hand in his lightly before retrieving it and placing both of his hands on either of your thighs, spreading them apart once again. When he figured your legs were open enough for him he guided his right hand at your entrance, his eyes never leaving your face. His middle finger teased against your slit collecting your arousal before slowly entering you. He could only bite his lip at the blissful expression occupying your beautiful face and he could swear to God he had never witnessed anything more beautiful than you. "F-felix!" You moaned out his name like a mantra and the man smiled against your thigh. "Does it feel good angel?" He asked placing a quick kiss against your clit before pulling back again to watch you. You could only nod desperately and clutch on his hair harder making him moan.

"How about now, how does this make you feel?" He asked adding a second finger into your tight pussy with the help of your natural lube. You threw your head back and pulled him closer to your core. "So good oh my god, so fuckjng good!" You exclaimed, your voice reaching barely lower than a scream. "Good." He let out before diving back into your heat. His tongue and his teeth took turns torturing your clit in the most pleasurable way possible.

The pleasure was beginning to to get too much as you felt yourself drift into cloud 9, your high arriving quickly. "F-felix I'm– Ah I–" was all you managed to say as you failed miserably at trying to warn him. And with one strong suck on your clit from him your high came crushing upon you. Your juices coated Felix's fingers and mouth and you spasmed on the bed moaning and whining uncontrollably. Felix helped you ride out your orgasm by slowing down his fingers until they came to an eventual stop and his tongue licked against your core very lightly until you whined at him to pull away.

He smiled and moved up your body until your faces were mere centimeters apart. He used his thumb to collect your arousal dripping on his chin and pushed it into his own mouth humming in satisfaction, "You're so delicious angel." he smiled teasingly. You whined at his words and at the sight, bringing your hands up to hide your face. He laughed and brought himself up to lay next to you. You turned towards him confused, "Felix.." You muttered as you slowly turned towards him, chest still panting from your previous orgasm. "Yes love?" He asked also turning to face you, his beautiful smile never leaving his handsome face. "You didnt cum.. actually you never even took it out of your pants." You exclaimed in realization pouting at him, he smiled even more widely at that letting out a chuckle.

"Its okay angel dont worry about me okay? You already came so it's all that matters alright?" He said with that overly sweet smile and you knew it wasnt alright, you knew he wished he could just cum by fucking you and not by his hand; and you did too. "No Felix, I want to help." You said as you raised yourself up and positioned yourself over the rough fabric of the leather. The cold sensation it gave off making shivers run down your spine. Your hands traveled over his heavily clothed erection making sure your touches were feather light, making his breath hitch in his throat and his hips twitch beneath you.

"Fuck dont tease me y/n I'm already painfully turned on and you know that." He panted out, his breaths heavy and voice ruspy from want. You nodded with a small smile knowing you caused this; your ego being boosted over the roof.

Unbuckling his belt you took your time undoing his buttons, wanting to see how long his patient and sweet facade could last before he was completely engulfed by lust and took matters into his own hands. He raised an arm to rest over his face his hooded eyes still fixed on you. His plump bottom lip was caged between his teeth making the already red (from previoys activities) skin a darker shade. His first was clenched and you could tell he was close. Close to giving up the battle between his want: to be as gentle with you as possible and let you take your time and need: to flip you over and fuck the living daylights out of you. His self control was running thin and even though you fed off of his reactions you took pity in him knowing he'd be upset at himself if he lost control. So with that thought in mind you pulled the zipper down revealing the top of his boxers and you felt giddy at the thought of his cock alone. A low groan left his lips as he raised himself up. "That's it I cant take this anymore" he grumbled, his already low voice going an octave lower. He placed both his hands on your waist and flipped you both over so he was standing between your open legs. He got off the bed momentarily to shrug his pants down, the only pieces of clothing separating him from you. "I have you naked and looking Oh so gorgeous right in front of me and I couldnt do anything" he continues to ramble to himself throwing the clothes somewhere inside your bedroom. "Imagine how hard it was having your perfect body all aroused for me like this and I couldn't even take it out of my pants." He said and at this point you werent even listening, your eyes staring at his perfect cock. It was impossibly hard, the tip an angry red color and already oozing precum. "I cant believe I have such a huge effect on you." You held yourself up on your elbows and muttered out and he immediately stopped rambling. "What?" He asked dumbfounded. You glanced up to meet his eyes and back at his dick and back up into his eyes again, this time maintaining eye contact. "I just cant believe that I can make you so hard that you are already dripping precum without a single touch." You repeated, awe obvious in your tone of voice.

Felix smiled and moved on the bed again settling himself between your thighs and pushing you to lay back again, nazzling his nose with yours. "I've already told you you're the most beautiful person in this entire world how could I resist?" He said as he kissed you again. "You know baby, I really love the small talk but i really fucking need to cum." He reminded you and you chuckled as you reached down between your bodies to touch his dick.

Your fingers barely traced the underside of his shaft and he sighed out in content at the small touch. You looked up at him with lust filled eyes, "Why dont you do something about it then?" You challenged and he smirked chuckling slightly. "Your wish, my command." He said and kissed your lips. Balancing his weight on his left arm, his right arm caressed the curve of your breast down to your waist and slid across your stomach to your heat. Rubbing a few circles on your entrance, he tested the waters before grabbing his cock in his hand and guiding it to your pussy replacing his fingers. You could only moan in his mouth, finally feeling his cock on you felt amazing, you couldnt wait for him to do more. Spreading your legs as wide as you possibly could underneath him you pulled back from the kiss catching your breath. "Felix~ please.." you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck and thrusted your naked hips up to meet his equally naked ones. He groaned and repeated the same phrase from earlier "You wish, my command." He kissed you on the lips one last time before finally pushing the head of his cock inside your pussy. You moaned out at the familiar feeling that you hadnt felt for a while, his busy schedule making it harder for the two of you to have any alone time recently.

Kissing along the side of your face his lips drew their path down to your collarbones with blooming hickeys. "F-felix that's so unfair." You intended it to sound more stern but it could only come out as a breathy moan as he worked his way to bottoming out. "What's unfair love?" He asked pulling back from your neck momentarily. "Y-you keep leaving hickeys everywhere and I'll have to cover them to go to work b-but I cant do the same cause e-even if you cover them it's too dangerous with all your f-fans" You moaned and at that moment his balls touched your ass and he stopped moving letting you get accustomed to the stretch his dick offered you. "I-I know how much you love doing that y/n and believe me I do too, but unfortunately that's g-gonna have to wait for my break. I'm all yours then." He said, his voice equally unstable from feeling your tight walls construct against his cock.

"I cant wait then." You said pulling his head down and giving him a long passionate kiss.

"Felix, please move!" After a few moments of kissing that was the first thing that escaped your lips other than silent whimpers. He moaned at the blatant order and started pulling his dick out to the point only the tip remained inside you before slipping it back inside all the way in slow powerful thrusts. You instantly became a moaning mess as your nails dug into his shoulders, the slight pain feeling way too good. "Remeber baby, no marks.." He panted as he kissed your cheek and you nodded your head quickly. "I-i cant help it, you feel so good!" You moaned out and he groaned in return. "I know baby, you're clenching around my dick like crazy" he replied in a breathy voice.

Suddenly a particularly hard thrust had your back arching of the bed and your legs quivering. "Oh my God Felix, right there!" You moaned out as your wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him incredibly closer to you. He moaned at the feeling of reaching even deeper inside you and he did his best to hit that spot that would make your body spasm in pleasure. And boy, he was doing a great job.

You continusly and unconsciously clenched around his length emitting moans and groans out of him. Soon you felt the familiar knot of release in the pit of your stomach and you pulled his upper body even closer to yours so your chests could meet. "I-im cumming Oh my God please Felix dont stop!" You moaned out loudly and he groaned at your words also feeling his release coming closer and closer with every thrust. Suddenly you were cumming around his dick, you're body shaking and your throat aching from moaning so loudly, the intimacy of the situation and the uncontrollable clench around him made him cum inside of you soon after painting your walls white with his essence.

After a couple more thrusts that aided the both of you to ride your highs, he pulled out and let his body fall limb next to yours.

"Fuck baby that was amazing, please dont underestimate yourself." He said basically giving you heart eyes, the after glow on his face making him look even more ethereal. "If it means we get to do this everytime I might do just that." You said with a giggle and he also chuckled and pulled you close to his chest, engulfing you in his warm embrace. "Let's sleep angel, I'm too fucking tired." He said finishing his sentence with a yawn. You nodded against his chest as you pulled the covers over the both of you. "I know baby, you did great today, I'm so proud of you." Referring to both his musical and sexual performances.

And with that you both drifted into a dreamless sleep with only thoughts of each other occupying your minds.

[amerrierworld]

You’re Being Whiny

for the request: dom!debbie with a brat reader

Summary: You’ve been touch-starved, and Debbie barely seems to notice, so you try to get her attention.

Characters: Debbie Ocean x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,022

Warnings: SMUT. dom/sub elements. spanking, some degradation. rough!Debbie and then she softens a lil’

“Get dressed,” Debbie said, poking her head into the bedroom, where you were digging through your wardrobe. 

“What do I wear?” you asked, nearly hysterical in the stress of deciding on an outfit, but Debbie was already gone from the room. You frowned as you were left alone, again.

You had been left alone all day, in fact. Sure, you lived together, but Debbie had been so cooped up with some kind of job that you had barely even gotten a conversation out of her. Let alone had sex. 

She never let you in on the details of her job, because if she ever got caught, it be best if you weren’t involved, so you let her be. But Jesus, a little care and attention for you would be nice. You did your best to be there for her when she was so hyper fixated on other things, but all that’s been causing was extra stress on both your minds.

And today you had a big event to go to as a couple, but rather than excitement building up, Debbie had barely mentioned it until this morning. She was so taken by her work that you had ended up forgetting it entirely. And now you suddenly had to pick something to wear, and that stressed your already-grumpy mind out to no end.

You pursed your lips, feeling extra bratty today, wondering if you’d be able to make Debbie look at you just a little more, and grabbed a short crop top, and an even shorter denim skirt. Some ridiculous heels added on should do the trick. 

You stepped out to the main hallway where Debbie was reaching for her keys. Hair curled softly, makeup bold but sensual. She was wrapped in her thick, black coat, and her bare legs underneath suggested she was wearing a dress. You wondered which one, and were about to ask when she finally looked up at you and her eyes flashed something furious.

“You are not going out in that,” Debbie scoffed, raking her eyes over your form. 

“Why not?” you grumbled, looking down and tugging at the skirt, “isn’t it good enough for you?”

A hand grasped your wrist and the other your chin, forcing your eyes to meet hers.

“You’re being whiny, Y/N,” Debbie snapped, “you know better than to dress like that for a gala dinner. Go change, now.”

You pouted dramatically, tugging your hand away and crossing them over your barely-covered chest. You didn’t budge from your spot.

A slim eyebrow raised slowly at your defiance, and you found yourself getting nervous as Debbie calculated what to do next. You chewed your lip and hoped she’d lay you over her lap, or maybe take out the restraints that had been laying unused in your drawers for far too long.

“Fine,” she said sternly, turning around, heels clicking on the floor. “You can stay home then.”

Wait. No. That wasn’t what you wanted. The gala was a big one, one that you had been looking forward to. You only wanted to have Debbie give you a bit more attention, because you needed it. 

“No!” you replied, clenching your fists by your sides. Oh, you really were whining now. 

Debbie halted, slowly, and turned back. Her hand undid the buckle of her coat and shrugged it off, revealing a backless burgundy dress that shimmered as she  walked. It was one of your personal favourite looks on her. 

She undid her heels, taking her sweet time. You glanced at the nearest clock, hoping this wouldn’t make you late. Debbie hated being late.

Once she was barefoot, she neared you and set her hands on her hips.

“Tell me what’s going on,” she demanded, her tone chilly, “why are you being such a brat all of a sudden?”

“I’m not being a brat,” you protested, grumbling, “you just don’t like my outfit.”

Debbie’s lips pursed into a firm line and she took a deep breath. There was a brief pause, and you didn’t dare break eye contact, wondering if it would also   break the sizzling electricity you felt in the air. 

“Is that all?” Debbie asked, nonchalantly. You nodded, shrugged, looked down, feeling smaller than you did a minute ago.

That clearly didn’t please your girlfriend, because a firm tug on your arm spun you around. You caught yourself, hands flat against the cold wall, and squeaked  in surprise as Debbie began pulling your skirt down.

“I clearly haven’t taught you anything about fashion if this is what you choose. Christ, Y/N, you went to the Met with us for crying out loud,” she growled. The denim skirt came off. You hadn’t bothered with underwear because the outfit had been for show, but it only managed to anger her more that you seemingly were planning to go commando. 

She slapped your ass without hesitation and you gasped, back arching, toes aching in the heels. A handful of spanks on your cheeks left your legs trembling, fingernails scrabbling against the wall. 

“I’ve been working, hard,” Debbie chastised, rubbing a firm palm over your reddened ass, “constantly. And what do you do, hm? Distract me every. Single. Time.”

Her hand struck you three times, sharply, and painfully. You bit into your lip and whined, loudly, ass raising involuntarily.

“Oh, sweetie, have I really been neglecting you that much?” she tutted, fingers running through your slick that was obviously sliding down your thighs. “You’re such a needy slut, little girl.”

“No!” you cried again, head down and eyes screwed shut. The spanking stopped. 

“No?”

Debbie turned you again, pressing your back flat against the wall. Her arms framed you, leaving no room to escape.

“You’re telling me that you’re not acting like a whore to distract me? Acting like an insolent brat?”

You shook your head, eyes stinging, barely making out the words, “w-wanted... a-attention.”

“Oh, so I haven’t been giving you enough attention?” Debbie replied, a mocking tone in her voice.

“You’ve been s-so... busy,” you whimpered, because Debbie’s hand was rubbing over your exposed middle, dipping down to your cunt but only lightly. “N-never get to see you.”

Debbie frowned, “I’m here every day, baby. I barely leave the house. What do you mean you never get to see me?”

Your hips rocked against her hand, and her thumb barely brushed your clit but the suddenness of it made you cry out, unabashedly.

“Never get that,” you sucked in a breath, “b-been so long since... since...”

Debbie rubbed a little firmer, and your voice reduced down to a collection of whimpers and breathy moans.

“I forgot how whiny you get when horny,” Debbie was grinning, you  barely could see it through your half-lidded eyes.

“N-not whiny,” you muttered, hips canting upwards. 

“Bedroom, little girl,” Debbie tutted, pulling away, “you’re talking back an awful lot today.”

You bit your lip to keep from protesting again, and went to the bedroom as she asked. There was still a pile of your clothes on the bed from where you couldn’t decide what to wear. 

“You’ve made a mess,” Debbie scolded, approaching you from behind and grabbing your hair with a firm tug.

“S-sorry..”

Warm lips sucked at your neck and your knees nearly buckled from the sensation. She quickly caught you before you were on the floor. Bliss coursed through your veins at the feeling of Debbie touching you, stroking you, and you barely noticed her taking off your top until her hands cupped your bare breasts. 

She sat down on the edge of the bed, pushing a few clothes out of the way and beckoning you closer.

The heels felt cumbersome now. She didn’t say you could take them off, so you didn’t. You towered over Debbie, but felt entirely under her control and the attention her eyes gave your body made you shiver. 

Then she leaned forward. A hand slid from your hip to the small of your back, and she pulled you to straddle her thigh. The dark fabric had ridden up so that your cunt was pressed against Debbie’s heated skin, and you choked out at the feeling, burying your face in her neck and the hair that sat there, smelling sweet and clean. 

You wanted to move, grind, fuck yourself against her thigh, but she hadn’t given you permission. Debbie took the time running her hands over your back, feeling your neglected skin, feeling your muscles spasm and tremble underneath her fingertips. She kneaded at your sore ass and chuckled darkly at the pained moan that escaped you.

“I could give you all the attention, right here, sweetheart,” she murmured in your ear, raking her nails over the abused skin, and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, “but that's gonna make us late for the event. What do you think everyone is gonna assume when we show up late, and you’re covered in hickeys and bruises, hm?”

Your face flushed with embarrassment at the thought, and your hips rocked slightly, your clit on fire.

“So you better be on your best behaviour tonight, be a good girl, not be needy, and maybe I’ll let you have a go at pleasing me tonight, hm? Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you gasped, hands grabbing her shoulders, holding on for dear life.

“Go on then, sweetie,” Debbie urged, “you can move. Show me how much you want it.”

She had just barely given you permission and you already started moving, rocking up and down her thigh, feeling the hard muscle tense underneath you as you chased your release. Her hands gripped your hipbones with bruising strength, helping you move, occasionally slapping your ass again, making pleasure spark in your core. 

“Such a good girl,” she grinned as you tossed your head back, “remind me who you belong to.”

“You..” you whimpered.

“And who do you obey?”

“You,” you repeated, feeling heated as her hands kneaded your ass again. A sharp smack drew a hard moan from you.

“And who never leaves her baby girl neglected, even when she's busy?”

“Y-you,” you were gasping, panting now, “I’m s-sorry.. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..”

“Hush,” she tutted, and her hand slipped down to press against your clit, “let it feel good, baby. I’m here.”

You came with a deep, guttural moan, body arching and spasming, toes digging into your heels as you rode out your orgasm on Debbie’s thigh. She rubbed your trembling thighs, soothingly, as you came back down to earth to her grinning at you with adoration in her eyes.

“I’m sorry for being distracting,” you managed to say between deep breaths. Debbie cupped your neck and pulled you in for a deep, loving kiss.

“No, I’m sorry for making you feel ignored,” she said, “I’ll do my best to not let it happen again. But perhaps you could just tell me next time? Rather than dressing like.. well, not like you were going to a luxury dinner event.”

You nodded, and then you paled a little at the realization that you had definitely made the both of you late for it.

“It’s.. the time..”

“It’s alright, we have time,” Debbie cooed, “we’re not supposed to be there until 8.”

Your mouth dropped open. It was barely 6:30. 

“You said it was at 7!” you spluttered.

“Because I knew you’d take forever to get ready,” Debbie grinned at your indignant expression. She rubbed at your cheek until your face softened again.

“Come on, I’ll help you get ready,” she urged you to get up. “Go take a shower. I’ll get your black jumpsuit out, that with those heels will look good, don’t you think?”

You nodded, blushing with happiness and content as Debbie began digging through your pile of clothes. Before you went to the bathroom you wrapped your arms around Debbie’s middle and kissed her neck.

“Love you,” you murmured, “won’t be long.”

Debbie laughed, turning and kissing you again, “I know you won’t. You’ll be sorry if you are.”

She pinched your ass teasingly and you squeaked, before she swallowed the sound with a hard kiss,

“Go on, otherwise we’ll never get out of this bedroom.”

A/N: Sandra Bullock really is just a work of art, isn’t she?

[heyitsyn]

Nekoma!Manager!Male!Reader

a/n: never written male reader before but this was a funny request and i really do see the irony in this

anon request:  

absolutely LOVED your seijoh hcs! you said you wanted to do the other schools so i thought, how about nekoma but with a MALE manager bc it would be so ironic to have a male god as their manager rather than a goddess that they always talked about!! thank youuuuuuu!!!!!!!

yall the nekoma fanchant is literally stuck in my head

hehe uwu lets step on the pedal

ong jesus take the wheel pls

so basically,,,

being the nekoma manager is a MESS

lets say youre a second year and was only the manager bc you were begged into taking the job

like wouldnt leave you alone and pestered you 25/8, screaming about needing their own god manager

also just because, you are fairly popular and you have your own fanclub of girls in nekoma and they thought it would give them more exposure and more chances w girls :’)

tora was actually the first who came up to you and begged you to be their manager during class one day bc they are in need of one but they arent allowed to have a girl manager so he turned to having a handsome male

‘I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY IT HAS TO BE A BOY’

‘so you wont be all over him abd be distracted w showing off’

‘WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION MY SE-’

‘tora, please’

initially, you refused bc you just couldnt be bothered to be part of a club where you basically babysit a bunch of overgrown children

but kenma, your childhood friend, was the team’s last attempt to get you in since kuroo mentioned that he was the only one you listened to

‘kenma, babie, i love you, but i am your friend, not your nanny. so unless i am paid, i will not waste my time taking care of of all of you. especially that chicken head’

‘y/n, yaku is on his last leg here. we really need a manager and we need it fast’

‘you went for years without one so why do you need it?’

‘we’re scared that nekomata would just drop dead any minute now’

‘yanno? im surprised hes even still alive with yall’

‘....... ill show your fangirls that picture of you when we were 5 when-’

‘okay, kenma. rude about the blackmail but okay. dont expect me to be the maid or anything’

nope, you were actually the maid

and the cook

and the nanny

and the laundry person

the everything

it baffles you that kuroo is about to graduate next year yet he still doesnt know the difference between fabric softener and detergent

the amount of times you sent him to pick up more and only to send him back when he ended up buying 2 softeners or 2 detergents

‘they all look the same!’

‘kuroo tetsuro cAN yOu NoT rEAd?!’

ngl i still mix them up sometimes

during matches, youre basically their mother, their nanny, and nekomata’s notetaker, and their personal cheerleader

naoi, the other coach guy, and coach nekomata has adopted you as a son bc of how hard you work and the less the burden is on them

like your notes about their playing percentages really works and helps them and added with the chores you do for the team?

godsend

also, lets put your popularity in here

you dress with a white shirt and zip up your red nekoma jacket with your red sweatpants so you look like one of the players, right?

but how come every time they have practice, youre the only one with the fangirls in the bleachers?

youre literally wearing the same thing as them yet youre the only one who gets looked at?!

even kuroo, who was quite good looking, doesnt have that many girls pining after him yet you, resident anti-tryhard, seems to get the female population to fall for you just by doing the simplest things like breathing

youd be doing normal things like using your whistle as you hold a clipboard and girls would be screeching at you 

‘omg m/n is so hot!’

‘hes just !!!! uuggghhhh’

‘siri how to be a whistle?’

i am uncomfortable with the energy we have created in the gym today

tora complains about it all the time bc first, they cant have a beautiful manager, two, they have a pretty boy who’s taking the attention away

‘SO NOT FAIR! M/N, TURN UGLY!’

you bonk him on the head in anger and threaten to quit all the time

‘say that again and you’ll be filling your own water bottles tomorrow’

but in truth though, the guys really do appreciate you and everything you do

they know that you balance them with your personal life and classes and still make time to do their laundry and make them food

so they have started easing off the burden and weight off of your shoulders

at first, you were very suspicious when they told you that they already filled their water bottles

‘huh? i didnt think you even knew where the water fountain was’

‘wym weve been doing this for years’

-kuroo

then, you heard kuroo tell the others to put their sweaty jerseys in the basket in the corner of the room and for the last person to carry it to the laundromat

‘um, sir, we dont want to have another pink jersey disaster again’

you stopped inuoka from lugging the basket but he shook his head and gave you a wide grin

‘nope, m/n-senpai! i’ll carry it for you! i’m strong, see?’

he flexed his right arm muscle while holding the basket with one hand but it was too heavy so it fell to the ground, spilling out all the practice jerseys

you sighed before bending down to pick them up and babie inuoka’s eyes watered, thinking you were mad at him

‘gomen, senpai’

he whispered but you looked up at him from your position

his watery eyes made you frantically stand up and wipe his tears with the pads of your thumbs

‘inu-kun, why are you crying? you said you were strong right? dont cry over silly things, okay?’

he nodded and you were still confused as to why he was so emotional but you patted his fluffy hair 

‘now cmon, lets go take these to the shop’

unbeknownst to you, the team was actually seething from behind the wall

naturally, as a,,, manager,, you became their,,, energy?? 

like the slightest affections from you made their health bar increase tenfold and they didnt necessarily have any intentions towards you

you were like,,, their own,,,, happy drug?? like a human seratonin??

just the fact that they had someone like you to fall back on and give them love when they lost or something

it was comforting

usually it was just the team’s responsibility to throw away their own sadness and comfort each other

but with you,,,

they could easily cry with no fear and you would comfort them until they didnt need to be comforted anymore

eventually, they ended up straight out competing against each other on who would get the most affection

clearly, inuoka used his first year card and everyone knew you were soft for your kouhais

like you would just grab them and hug them because of how cute they were

uwu especially lev?! 

he may be a giant but hes just a really REALLY REALLY BIG CAT

;)

LEV LIVES TO HUG YOU

like the mans is beanstalk level of height and despite the age difference, he just picks you up and cuddles you and youre just like ‘okay, let it out babie’

DKSFJSLD ANYWAYS

you are always a hot topic w all the students in nekoma and even some in other schools

like during training camp, bro you making everyone question their sexuality

omg akaashi and you are probably the prettiest people there and can i just say how everyone cant focus on a practice match bc youd be laughing together or something and they havent heard anything so beautiful??

and the kitties get really defensive over you and hiss at anyone who even tries to approach you

hiss hiss

DKJFSLKDFJDWHAT IF EVERYONE IN THE TEAM IS BI

OMG WHAT

like the little touches from you make them so red and confident gays like kuroo and bokuto call you out on them and tease you 

while the quiet ones like akaashi and kenma are just blushing and stutter and you tease them instead?

*inhale* BOI *exhale*

the uke and seme dynamic is real on this one

however, there are times when the turned tables

there was that one day that you were seriously questioning if bokuto wore leggings or just really high knee pads and you cornered him after baths to just figure it out

like our poor confident boi turned to a shy babie and shrunk against the wall, covering his red face

‘y-y/n-kun’

‘bo-san, i just want to know’

DKFSJLKDFJFJSDKIM DYING OVER HERE LIKE PLEASE I DONT OWN Y/N

after seeing the smidge of skin at the top of the kneepad, you nodded and brushed your fingertips over the flesh

‘hmm~ so i was right~’

FROM THEN ON POOR BABIE OWL COULDNT LOOK AT YOU THE SAME!!!!!!

it worried everyone so much when bokuto would glance at you in the sidelines and he would competely miss akaashi’s set bc his eyes would focus on you rather than the ball

like he absolutely couldnt take his eyes off of you and when you do turn to meet his eyes, he shrinks back and looks away, completely missing your amused smirk

now, your kitties werent happy about that

theyre very protective of you and they felt that this owl could snatch you right up and fly away

and kuroo, being the captain and the head of the familia, took it upon himself and dragged you to the back of the gym while the others were practicing

kurat pushed you against the wall and basically kabedonned you

KUROO IS LIKE 6′2 OR 190 CM I CANT

‘you seem close with bokuto, l/n. almost, too,, close’

an amused smirk etched itself on your lips and you pressed a hand on his chest

‘oya~? captain-san, am i being punished?’

SFDKLFSJKLDFJL SIR Y/N IS SUPPOSED TO RADIATE SEME ENERGY BUT HE ISNT AND I CANNOT-

ofc he was taken aback by your flirty attitude but he smirked and softly brushed away your bangs that slightly covered your eyes

‘hmm~~ depends, y/n-kun. are you going to be a good kitty and stay with the clowder? or are you going to stay with those pesky chickens~?’

DKFLSJDKFJSL BRO DID YOU KNOW A GROUP OF CATS IS CALLED A CLOWDER?! I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THAT BUT I HAVE A FEELING KUROO WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT BC HE BIG BRAIN

you chuckled and gently wrapped your arms around his shoulders

but your hand grabbed the hair at the back of his head and harshly pulled him to be closer to you

your eyes blinked innocently but your sharp teeth were shown from your malicious grin

‘ive always been a bad kitty, captain. so i dont care what you say because you cant tell me what to do~’

👀👀👀👀

imagine what happens next bc i cant write something unholy

anyways

so you learned that tetsu CAN in fact tell you what to do and you avoided everyone else which caused them to wonder but one look at your neck

well,,,,,

you got attacked by a cat 

a cat named tetsu

SKDFLJSDKFJSLKUROO IS THE ONLY SEME YOU CLASH WITH

THE OTHERS ARE ALL UKE

EVEN BEEFY BUFF CAKE BOI BO

but you toned it down to not be attacked again

ngl the whole team was all jealous and they even whined to kuroo about it

‘thats not fair!!!!’

‘stop abusing your role as captain!!!!’

they hated the fact that kuroo got you first so they all rally over to keep you away from him

like baby kenma would nudge you over and bring him to sit next to you, saying he needs you to help him with a certain level

‘kenny, im not sure how to play this game’

‘hmm,,,, youre a quick learner, y/n, and youre really quick with your fingers so you could pass to the next level’

*insert lenny face*

‘oya? and you would know how, kenny?’

and baby kenny would fluster a little before glomping to your side and burying his face into your shoulder to hide away

OR

the first years would absolutely use their kouhai priviledges and bring you over to help them with ‘homework’

‘you guys realize i passed because kuroo would beat me into studying right?’

‘but senpai! you mustve learned a thing or two in your classes!’

‘bold of you to assume i was even awake in my classes’

but they still make you spend hours trying to help them which turn into just messing around 

KSDLFJSDKFJD MOVIE NIGHTS YOU GUYS THATS IT!!

there isnt really a single calm moment in your guys’ practice

poor you have already started seeing lot of gray hairs

you literally decline every single confession just because youre too busy for a date and you cant handle having to take care of another person

its like youre dating the whole team!!

soon the entire school have just accepted the fact that you are just simply not in the market anymore just because you joined the club

not because youre actually taken by a girlfriend but youre taken by a bunch of teenage males

imagine how that works out

anyways

youre not really the best volleyball player out there but you know a thing or two

well,,, its more like your stamina doesnt allow you to play long bc a single lap literally destroys your lungs

but you still know when yaku complains about having a shaky receive

‘oh, momo-senpai, youre bending your knees too low so gravity is pushing down on your-’

ugh chemistry i hate it

despite your lack of athletic or physical skills, they still appreciate you for your keen eyes, your caring nature, and your overall looks that give them motivation to play harder to impress you personality :)

all the boys love you

and tbh

you love your boys too

even though it was a blackmail caused event,

you still would’ve joined otherwise

this is kinda short but its going to be longer if i find some plots or somebody asks for a plotline that i can write about for a long time

anyways

byeeeee :)))))

a/n: this isnt exactly the best manager one ive written but ill probably find a good prompt for this or again as stated ^^ someone sends in an ask for it and ill write a story for our favorite male manager :’D

[storysofmyown]

Seven stages of Love Chapter 2: Philia

Summary: Ever since the Celestial War, since they all fell, Asmodeus has  dedicated himself to his sin. Not caring about anything else, but  drowning himself in the pleasure and ecstasy of it all. But not anymore,  now he cant even handle the idea of it. But, what else is there to  want? After so long of having indulged in his sin, what is there than  Asmodeus is looking for, something that will fill him, and that wont  drive him to destruction? Perhaps his brothers can help him with that. Warnings will appear in each chapter.

Trigger Warning: Momentary anger, sadness. Let me know if I overlooked anything.

Word Count: 2683

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Pondering, wondering, with a strain in the heart that no other but himself could lift. Yet, he didn’t have the means to lift it. The feeling overwhelmed him to the point where he hadn’t left the house at all during an entire week. To him it was simply unthinkable to have to submit himself to the stares and the actions of the people that noticed him. To think that all this time he thought he needed nothing more. Nothing more but those meaningless kisses that brought satisfaction.

Now the simple thought of a stranger’s hand to even as much as caress his cheek without any feeling made him feel sick to his stomach. He wanted to be cared for. But…it had to be a very specific kind of care. One so specific he didn’t know what it was but knew he wouldn’t find it any time soon. But…what even was it that he wanted? He knew what it was called, Belphegor had enlightened that much…but he didn’t know what it was. Was there a certain definition? Was there even something that would define the exact way he was feeling, with the exact solution he needed? Perhaps, something that could define all the aspects of that craving? He didn’t know, he didn’t even know what he was looking for. So, who better to ask than Satan?

He had hundreds upon hundreds of books. Surely, he must have something that defined that intense feeling. One that gave Asmodeus some sort of clarity. That defined it beyond a feeling. Beyond a lifestyle that many searched for in their lives but can never seem to reach entirely or are satisfied with. Surely, he must have something, right? Asmodeus thought for a moment as he walked outside of his room for the very first time in a while. One of his brothers had been checking up on him from time to time. But thanks to Belphegor they didn’t stay nor bother him much. He needed time to think. And he was thankful to them for caring in any way…but right now he needed some type of answer. Or something to point him in the right direction…just anything would be helpful.

He was on his way to Satan’s room. He was determined to knock, get some books, and start some kind of research…but sometimes things don’t go the way one wishes they did. Sometimes…something makes the path that one was entrusted on, divert for just a mere second…and that’s when everything in the future changes. For just that simple misstep, for just that look in another direction and the entire path that once laid in front of one is changed, unrecognizable. It might be easier; it might be far more difficult. Perhaps it was because his mind was far quieter than it had ever been, while simultaneously making so much noise it drove him insane during the nighttime, or maybe it was the way his expression had become blank and no longer was focused in maintaining that fake smile that had become permanent on his lips. Maybe it was all of them, none, a beat, a noise, a breeze…but his path changed. And with it, his quest in search of a definition, that would set his heart at peace.

Was he stalling? Was that why he was standing in front of Leviathans door, hearing the muffled sound of his older brother laugh? If he remembered correctly, there was a new game Leviathan was looking forward this week. He remembered the older demon having mentioned it a while back. He could hear the faint sound of music through the door, it was mostly muffled, and Leviathan cheers as he won made it harder to hear. He sighed once. Starring at the door before shaking his head. He should really just focus, he needed to go to Satan’s room. Besides it’s not like Leviathan would even give him the time of the day when he was consumed by one of his games or something like that.

So, he turned around, taking a deep breath for a moment as he took a step. But…as he already knew, things don’t go as they are planned at all. A plan that was set thousands of years ago when his aching body first arrived at the Devildom. A promise to enjoy himself to the last bit. A promise he had broken the moment those doubts came to mind. After all, if he had just fallowed his promise, he wouldn’t be here, in that very moment, with those particular thoughts that made his breath caught in his throat at Leviathan’s words. A certain shout caught his attention. Leviathan had won on his game, and this prompted him to shout, to celebrate, to leap in joy and exclaim to the world some words, a specific word. Words that Asmodeus could only dream of using that lightly someday.

“YES!!!  We did it! Good work, I knew we could!!" A giggle, and then a storm. "Henry, I **** you!!”

…he had to be joking, right? He couldn’t have heard that right. He must be in a state of dream or something. Leviathan…he…he wouldn’t just throw that word around like that, and to his damn fish of all things?!

“S-seriously?!” He spoke, before knocking the door, perhaps a little too sudden and harsh since he heard Leviathan gasp, a certain ache in his knuckles that he was barely aware of.

“Sorry Lucifer, I’ll try to make less noise!” He spoke, causing Asmodeus to roll his eyes.

“I’m not Lucifer.” He simply said, a pout on his lips as he crossed his arms and waited for Leviathan to open the door.

“A-Asmodeus?!” Leviathan’s voice came out shocked, he could hear struggle as Leviathan moved inside the room, something falling and him screeching before groaning, only to open the door and look at his younger brother, a small pout on his lips. “W-wha- I mean, w-when, I just…huh?” Levi was at a loss of words as he starred down at his brother, only for Asmodeus to roll his eyes a little and go inside the room. Not caring about Leviathan’s protest on how he had not said the secret password.

He entered the room. The blues and darkness within it, meant to reflect the ocean waves and the water element which his brother controlled along with all sea creatures…only reminded him of his room for a second. It was mostly the darkness. Since that night where Belphegor comforted him, Asmodeus refused to go out, his windows permanently sealed, and the lights turned off as he refused to acknowledge himself in the mirror by the pure fear he might despise what was staring back at him. By the fear that he might look and only find the lust he had started to loath so deeply.

His eyes flew to the screen that was on, the word “Victory” could be read, a controller left on the floor as Leviathan watched him with a slight embarrassed blush on the doorway. For some reason his eyes kept scanning the room. This was possibly the thousandth time he had entered to his brothers’ room and yet, this was the first time he felt like he was in the room, and not in his own head. It was a weird sensation. Entering a place so many times, but never actually seeing it. Recognizing it, or even as simply as placing his attention in anything that was not himself. It was Leviathan’s room, and if someone asked him to identify Levi’s room and showed him pictures, he could probably tell them it was this one. But if someone asked him, to number at least 3 things of his brothers’ room he would draw a blank and just point out that he only had one mirror in his bathroom, and that occasionally he could see his reflection on the big crystal wall from the fish tank. But besides that, he…he didn’t know anything else inside the room. This included himself, and his brother.

His eyes flew to Henry, as he walked over to the small fishbowl Leviathan put him in sometimes so he was beside him when playing. He kneeled in front of it as he starred at the fish. An eyebrow raised as he replayed the words he had just heard Leviathan exclaim on passing. Such a word…were…were they supposed to mean so much? Asmodeus had just started to think about them, he had yet even to find any meaning to, yet his brother was throwing it like that to his fish? He seriously couldn’t understand it, at all. He glanced over at Leviathan who was playing with his fingers while looking a little nervous at Asmodeus intrusion on what was his room, but there was something else. It seemed like he wanted to ask something, so, for that same reason Asmo decided to stay silent for a couple more seconds and see if his brother spoke. Thankfully, he did.

“…Asmodeus” He started, and by his tone the younger demon immediately regretted having let him talk. “…are you okay? I-I mean! Y-you are always partying and in clubs and talking with s-so many people…yet we didn’t see much of you t-this week…”

That…that was something hard to answer. Was there a reason for him not to be okay? Was there a reason for him to be okay? There were doubts in his mind, questions in his heart, needs that he had not been aware of until recently. But most of all…there was…there was a void that he didn’t understand. A void he had just become aware that existed within him. Asmodeus pressed his lips together, wondering for a moment. The silence filling Leviathan with anxiety as he looked down, taking deep breaths while awaiting for an answer.

“I…” he started; eyes focused on the small fish, “…heard you say something on my way here.” Was he avoiding the question? Or was this the answer in his own way? “I was surprised that the same words Belphie muttered to comfort me you would yell them at Henry.”

“Words? What are you talking about?” He wasn’t trying to act dumb; hell knew that was Mammon’s job, but he was certainly confused. Having his brother barge into his room like this, no explanation, and suddenly ask him things like this when he had been acting off the entire week…Leviathan was worried. They were all worried.

Asmodeus thought for a moment. Why was he even here? Between the two, it was entirely possible for him to know more about those words than someone who barely left the room to get food and left the house for 3 seconds every month. The idea that Leviathan, someone that was constantly so locked away from everything and anyone, would know more about that subject even though Asmodeus had put himself out in the world time and time again…it was almost insulting.

No.

No it wasn’t insulting. It just hurt to know that the loneliness he had believed to be new, turned out to be so old that he wondered if it had always been part of him. It just to think that everything he once thought he knew of himself, had started to crumble slowly.

“Levi…h-how can you say them to an animal?” His voice was soft and low, he was sure he had spoken, but the memories of the words leaving his lips was not present. For a moment, he caught his own reflection starring at him instead of his eyes focusing on the small goldfish. And in those eyes, he saw how powerful his sadness and desperation had become…his eyes damping in tears as he looked away, refusing to let anyone see that.

Leviathan eyes went wide at his younger brothers’ words. From all the things he expected him to say, that wasn’t it. Was that…what he said before Asmodeus entered the room, was that why his brother had barged in like that? He starred at him for what felt like ages, before clearing his throat a little and taking a step close to Asmodeus. Trying to wrap his head around what was happening. Normally he would ask what he meant and why he was asking something like that, but the way Asmo looked in that moment it was like he was begging for an answer and just that. An answer, something that gave him an idea of what it all meant and what he would make out of it. Leviathan sighed, closing the door behind him before sitting down on the floor, his back to Asmo as he knew he would not be able to answer the question if he was looking at him.

“H-Henry isn’t an animal, you know?” He started, taking the controller in his hands so that it gave him something to be distracted and consumed, something to help ignore the nerves he was feeling for some reason. “H-He is there for me even when no one else is, he celebrates with me when I win. And in some way listens to me whenever I'm rambling or even feeling down... I-I know I’m an anti-social otaku that no one cares about and that barely gets out of his room, but…Henry is here with me. Henry isn’t an animal or a pet.” He paused, thinking over his words, a small smile creeping to his lips as he chuckled a bit. This all probably sounded so dumb to someone like Asmodeus but to him it was his truth. “…Henry is my friend. W-which is why...which is why I **** him...”

Levi looked at his brother, a genuine smile as his hands gripped the controller a little lighter now. Expecting to hear him laugh and talk about how ridiculous he was, thinking such a thing. But nothing came from Asmodeus side for a long minute. Instead, there was only silent as he thought about it. Trough the fish tank reflection Asmo looked past himself, something he wouldn’t even consider to do before, but now, his eyes were focused on Levi's reflection, who was looking at him. But he couldn’t find the words to answer him at all. Levi cared for Henry…because Henry was his friend. No matter how he looked at it, it was something so simple to understand, yet Asmodeus couldn’t properly comprehend what it all meant.

“…friend, huh?” He finally spoke, now looking at the small fish that seemed to be completely uninterested in Asmodeus presence. “…you can feel that way towards your friends?” He didn’t know if he was answering Leviathan or if he was talking to himself. All he knew is that he felt a pang of loneliness when the realization settled as his eyes feel to the floor, shoulders visibly slumping.

He didn’t have anyone like that. Sure, he had people that admired and envied him, that wanted to talk and have a connection with him but, nothing was genuine. Nothing would be as sweet and sincere, as the care Leviathan felt for Henry because…because Henry was his friend. Asmodeus chuckled. Perhaps at the irony of the situation or maybe at his revelation, either way, he finally turned to Leviathan, a smile that his brother had never seen pestered in the face of the younger demon as he slowly got up. Walking to his older brother and planting a kiss on Leviathan’s forehead. Only to walk over to the door and opening it. Leviathan wanted to protest, to ask him why had wanted to know about that, or to just try and comfort his brother, but before he could say anything, Asmodeus spoke.

“…thank you, Levi. For telling me.”

It was the quietest he had ever heard his brother being. And yet, there was such a plead in his voice, asking to be left alone, asking to be given the time and space to think. Leviathan didn’t know what was the best option here, but who was here to deny his brother the comfort that came with being alone, to someone that needed it so much?

Philia: Deep, authentic bond. Pure and kind. From which friendships are born.

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Hi~

Here is the second part of this fanfic! Overall, I really enjoyed writing Levi in this chapter, and I really hope you all had liked it as well! Next chapter will be up next Saturday as well, until then!!

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[meltwonu]

I’ve been binge reading your account and may I say I love your writing. I noticed you don’t have anything for The8 so I was wondering you could do #14 #29 and #99 ? He can be either sub or dom, which ever you think fits best !

14. “Are you sure? Once we start, i might not be able to stop.”

29. “If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?”

99. “Do you think they can hear us through the tent?”

               “Yes we can.”

note; this is a long one since there’s so few minghao requests in my inbox. Also since u gave me the option, DOM MINGHAO LADIES. Warning: name calling, minghao stuffs ur panties in ur mouth to keep u quiet and squirting and some overstim a hyuck jfghskdh also it’s long so the rest is under the cut! Thank u for requesting!! enjoy!! 💕

PLAY MY DRABBLE GAME HERE | ASK | MASTERLIST

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“If you can’t sleep…then how about we have sex?”

Minghao gives you a pointed stare from his sleeping bag as he waits for your reply. The two of you had been trying to sleep for the last 45 minutes already but the sounds of the wilderness were making it hard for you to pass out. “But...w-what if they hear us?” He unzips his sleeping bag, getting up and moving over to yours where you laid completely bundled up. When Minghao had asked if you wanted to go on a camping trip with him, you were ecstatic. The idea of a cabin getaway surrounded by nature and your loving boyfriend sounded like exactly what you needed. However to your surprise, the other 12 boys had also shown up when you came over to Minghao’s apartment that morning, tents in tow. It hadn’t been too bad though, the boys providing ample entertainment until the sun went down.

“You’ll just have to be quiet then, won’t you, baby?” You gulp at his words, fingers unzipping the sleeping bag as you make room for him. He hovers above you, completely blanketing you underneath him as he leans down to kiss you. Your fingers tangle in Minghao’s hair, tugging him closer as a moan escapes you. He kisses down your neck, his fingers trailing down your body to rid you of your shirt. He breaks the kiss to help you out of it, tossing it into a corner of the tent. You stare up at him, a questioning look on your face when he starts to work on your sleep shorts. He pauses, his fingers on the strings.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” He whispers. You bite the inside of your cheek, wondering if this was the right decision. The others are sleeping in the tents around you and it was really quiet aside from the general outdoor noises. You were sure they’d be able to hear you if you got too loud. But your eyes roam Minghao’s form, his hard cock already pressing against the front of his shorts. And you weren’t faring any better, already wet from the idea of Minghao inside of you. The thrill alone had you clenching around nothing, all you had to make sure of was that you didn’t get too loud. “Y-yeah I’m..sure.”

Minghao usually takes his time with you, makes you cum nice and slow on his tongue before he gets you naked and fucks you proper. But this time he’s impatient, stripping you and himself as quickly as he can before he kisses you hard, teeth crashing into yours. “God, baby, can’t even go a day without my cock, huh? Even out here in the middle of nowhere, you still want me to fuck you. So insatiable.” He chuckles into your ear before biting the lobe, eliciting a wanton moan out of you. “You can’t make any noises, princess, you wouldn’t want them to find out what a little slut you are in here, do you?”

You shake your head ‘no’ biting on your bottom lip. This was going to be hard and you knew it from the get-go. Minghao grips your thighs, prying them apart even further as he makes himself comfortable in between your open legs.

The feeling of Minghao’s fingers knuckle deep inside of you has you wanting to scream. His pace never falters, scissoring and fucking you open as his other hand is placed firmly over your mouth, trying to conceal any noise that threatens to come out. It feels too good, your wetness covering his entire palm as you tighten up around his digits. But before you can even think of cumming, he pulls his fingers out, replacing the hand over your mouth with his fingers covered in your slick.

“Lick it clean for me, slut.”

You wrap your mouth around his fingers, sucking and licking them clean. You pretend it's his cock instead, running your tongue all over the digits as you stare up at him. Minghao smirks at you, his fingers pressing down on your tongue and forcing you to open your mouth. “If we had the time, I’d use your throat to get off, but we don’t. Maybe if you’re good I’ll let you suck my cock tomorrow night, what do you think?” He speaks in harsh whispers, a twinkle in his eyes. You groan against his fingers still in your mouth.

He takes his fingers out of your mouth, running them down your chest as he pinches a nipple. Your heels dig into his lower back, urging him to get on with it already. “Be a little patient, baby, don’t be such a cock hungry little whore.”

“I...c-cant… I need you…”

Minghao laughs, spreading your folds open with his fingers as his other hand grips his cock, tapping the head of it on your clit. You jolt at the feeling, little whimpers leaving you. “Such a cockslut, aren’t you?” Nodding harshly, you raise your hips, riding the feeling of him so close to where you want him. “Only for you, ‘hao.”

Minghao takes mercy on you, bottoming out in a single thrust. He doesn’t bother with a slow pace, fucking you hard and fast from the start. The moans and whimpers spilling from your lips get louder as time passes, a hard glare coming from Minghao when he reaches around, fingers searching for the piece of fabric he needs.

“Open your mouth.”

Tentatively, you do. He balls up the fabric of your panties in one hand, carefully shoving it in your mouth in hopes it’ll keep you quiet. “I told you to keep quiet but you’re so cock starved that you can’t, can you? Such a dirty girl..” You clench around his cock at his dirty talk, moans muffled by the fabric. You can feel the pressure building up inside of you, knowing you’ll cum soon. And Minghao can tell, the glazed look in your eyes making it obvious when you look up at him. “You wanna cum? Play with your clit for me, make yourself cum on my cock, baby.” You reach down, fingers rubbing your clit in circles as you cry around the fabric in your mouth.

When you finally cum, your vision goes blank. You can feel Minghao slip out of you, instead tapping the head of his cock on your clit while you cum. A jumbled mess of noises leave your lips as you squirm under Minghao’s hold. When you start to come back down to earth, he re-enters you, fucking into you even harder than before. “Fuck, fuck, did you really just squirt all over me? Fuck, you’re so filthy. You’re really just a dirty little cockslut for me, aren’t you?” You whimper in oversensitivity, Minghao’s fingers on your clit this time. “Want you to cum for me one more time. I know you can, cum on this cock, baby.”

He cums first, filling you up until he’s spilling out of you. But he doesn’t stop, fucking his cum into you and urging you to cum for a second time. Sobbing around the fabric in your mouth, you do. Nails digging into the skin of his arms as your entire body seizes up, toes curling against Minghao’s back.

You vaguely feel Minghao’s fingers prying the soaked fabric out of your mouth from your haze. He kisses you once before he wipes away the stray tears on your face, “I didn’t hurt you, did I princess?” He whispers gently against your face, fingers tracing your cheekbones. Your voice is hoarse, “N-no..” For a second, you’re in complete bliss. Then you remember where you are. “M-Minghao...Do you think they can hear us through the tent?” It’s almost eerily quiet, almost as if even the general noises of the outdoors went silent.

 “Yes we can.” You don’t know who’s voice that is, but there’s 12 different options flying through your mind right now. You shoot Minghao a panicked look, his eyes twinkling back at you.

“Wanna give them another show?”

[tinyanimelover]

My World

Requested by @kk2015! Hope you like it ^.^

[Ichigo Kurosaki ; #10: “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”]

Having grown up as the Kurosaki’s neighbor’s, it didn’t surprise their families that their two oldest became the best of friends, practically inseparable. They could constantly be seen together all the time, as mere kids who didn’t understand the difference between male and female, they’d follow each other to the bathroom until they were pulled aside by their parents who explained to them as gently as they could so as not to confuse them in any way. Despite the talk, the two were still close friends, even after Ichigo’s mother died and he sort of retreated into this small bubble, she was still there for him. She was there when he’d skip school, always knowing where he was at, silently offering him consolation since she didn’t know any other way to help him, let alone find the words to say. She felt it wasn't enough, just being there for him wasn't enough, she could tell there was this wall that was beginning to form around Ichigo and it was keeping those around him at bay, even his best friend. When he finally settled into his own skin and somewhat accepted his mother’s death, the wall was still there. She didn’t mind, knowing that there was nothing she could do about it besides continue to be there for him. As they grew older and she settled into herself, she realized she could see these ghosts too, like Ichigo. She kept it to herself of course, in fear that shed be ridiculed, but one day that all changed. Ichigo became a Substitute Soul Reaper and she finally found somewhere she belonged. In a world where ghosts and horrifying creatures was a normal occurrence, she felt like she had a place in the world now, not that Ichigo would allow her to help out whenever he fought hollows and such but it was still soothing for her to know that she wasn't crazy or alone. But his restless nights working to keep Karakura Town safe and going to school as well, was taking a toll on Ichigo. His mood seemed to brighten up with the summer festival coming up, but this time around, Y/n couldn't find a reason to be happy about the festival. Her father was ill and her family was struggling with the thought that he was going to die. She kept this to herself, not wanting to worry anyone and she’d even picked up a job to help pay for the hospital bills. “Are you going to the festival, Y/n?” Orihime asked with a bright grin as they sat in her living room “i cant wait to show off my yukata!”. “Hm? Oh..I’m not going this year” Y/n mustered up a smile “I have to work”. “There’s other days you can go to the festival” Tatsuki pointed out “You can go with us then”. “I don’t think so..my boss’s son has been sick so I’ve been working extra hard at the store and I’ve been stuck with more shifts too..sorry, Orihime-chan, Tatsuki-chan. Maybe next year” she grinned as she got to her feet “Ah, I should get going now, I have the opening shift tomorrow before school”. She waved to the two, “See ya tomorrow!”. Tatsuki sighed as she watched the door close behind Y/n, “..she’s been acting weird lately, don’t you think?”. “Y/n-chan?....yeah, I thought so too” Orihime admitted with a sad smile. Ichigo raised an eyebrow, “You..want me to ask her why she’s been acting differently?”. “You've noticed it too, haven’t you?” Tatsuki asked with arms crossed “She’s hiding something and..I think she needs help but won’t ask for it”. Ichigo sighed, unable to hide his concern. He could tell something was bothering the girl but felt he should wait until she spoke to him about it rather than be invasive. “..I’m sure she’s fine. I’ll stop by her place later and see how’s she’s doing” he assured. He was relieved when he ran into her on the way home, grinning as he caught up to her. But his grin faltered when he saw her eyes were red and puffy despite trying to smile. “What’s up ichigo?” she asked, avoiding his gaze. His eyes were a bit wide “..w..were you crying?” he asked, gently grabbing her shoulders as his eyes narrowed “What happened?”. She let laughs bubble from her lips, gingerly taking his hands off of her “Nothing..long day at work, that’s all”. He stared at her, obviously not believing her lie “..we’re best friends aren’t we?..you can tell me anything, Y/n-chan..”. She hesitated, sighing deeply as she turned around “I..it’s really nothing, Ichigo. I’m fine” she smiled “Promise”. He sighed after a moment, “..if you say so..are you going to the festival?”. She shook her head as they walked beside each other “Nope. I have to work extra shifts. You going?”. He shoved his hands into his pockets “..probably not. if you’re not going then neither am I”. She raised an eyebrow, ‘Why would it matter if I went or not? Besides, I think Orihime would be sad if you didn't go. She likes you, you know~”. “Inoue’s just my friend” he shook his head, “I..like someone else anyways”. She looked away, trying to hide her sorrow over hearing that “I see..well, I’ll see you tomorrow then! Bye Ichigo!” she grinned and waved. “Y/n-chan!” he called after her “If you change your mind and want to talk, just give me a call!”. She kept waving her hand as she walked away, “Nothings wrong, Ichigo~”. 

The next couple of days seemed to go by just fine, she still wouldn't tell Ichigo what was wrong but he was a patient man, wanting her to talk when she was ready. He’d finally gathered the courage to ask her to the festival, but that day Y/n didn’t show up for school. He figured it was the late night shifts at work and she overslept, but she missed the next day as well. And the next. He was worried at this point, “Kurosaki-kun..” Orihime choked out as she entered the classroom “Kurosaki-kun...it’s Y/n-chan..”. He shot up from his chair, wide eyed “W-what’s wrong?”. “Her father’s in the hospital” Tatsuki said with a grim expression as she followed behind Orihime “..he’s been sick for awhile apparently”. It all clicked together and suddenly he felt like shit, for not pressing her harder the last time he saw, the first thing he did after school was go straight to her house. She was in the backyard on the swings they grew up on, sniffling as she cried. “..Y/n-chan..” he let out softly as he approached her. She kept her head hung low as she wiped her eyes, “Guess you heard..”. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend..so why did you keep it to yourself?” he asked, eyes filled with concern “You didn't have to go through that alone, Y/n-chan..”. She let out a sob, “I..didn’t want to worry anyone. Especially you, Ichigo..”. He sighed softly as he brought her into his arms, holding her tightly “Y/n-chan..you mean the world to me. I’d do anything to make you happy..you should've told me, I could've been there for you”. “It..hurts” she choked out as she cried “I want him to be okay, Ichigo..I want him to be okay.”. He gently rubbed her back in circles as he held her, “I know..”. His own eyes grew watery as he knew the pain she was going through all too well, “I-I know..”. “I wanted to tell you so many times” she sobbed “But you seemed busy and..I was so alone...I had to work to help my mom pay the hospital fees..I’m so tired..”. He held her tighter, burying his face in her hair “It’s okay, it’ll all be okay Y/n-chan. I’m here for you, always..so..don’t keep hiding things from me. Alright? I..I care for you..a lot..”. “..thank you Ichigo” she let out in a muffled voice “I really needed a shoulder to cry on and I’m sorry for making you guys worry”. He shut his eyes, unsure if she caught onto his hint or not so he just held her, “..yeah..anytime”.

His hints after that weren’t missed by said girl, but with so much on her plate, she wondered if Ichigo actually liked her or if he just felt bad for her. So she decided to confront him as they walked home after visiting her father. “You alright?” he asked with a raised eyebrow ‘You’ve been quiet since we left the hospital”. “..Ichigo..do you remember when you found out about my dad? You came to see me..” she recalled with a faint frown. “Yeah, i remember” he let out a bit confused. It’s not like he could easily forget that night anyways, he’d subtly confessed to her after all. She stopped walking and let out a breath, D-do you remember what you said to me?”. ”Yeah” he said in a softer tone “..that everything would be okay”. She shook her head, trying to contain her embarrassment “No.a-after that”. His eyes widened slightly as he scratched the back of his neck in attempt to fend off the blush that threatened to crawl onto his cheeks, “W-when I said i..cared about you..a lot..”. She nodded, “..did you mean what you said that night? Or..did you say that because you felt bad for me..?”. His eyes shot open, “N-no! Of course not! I really do like you Y/n-chan..I always have ever since we were younger” he blurted out as he reached a hand out to her “I just couldn't tell you because of..well, the soul reaper stuff and i wasn't sure you’d feel the same. But after what’s going on with your dad, I want to be there for you Y/n-chan. I want to be the shoulder you lean on, I want to be the person you confide in..I want to be..your everything..”. She stared up at him with blurry eyes as the tears fell “..you mean it? because..I could really use someone right now..I’ve liked you for a long time too Ichigo..but i don’t want you to be with me because you feel bad”. He smiled, bringing his hands to her cheeks “Y/n-chan..I’ve liked you for a long time..at this point, I think i can say this without nay problems--”. She furrowed her eyebrows, “Say what?”. He grinned brightly, catching her off guard “I love you, Y/n-chan and I don’t want to live my life without you”.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Angel Of Small Death & Temptation

Sooo, I got heavily inspired today and wrote this request by @silverlambcaptain. Also if anyone’s wondering this song was the inspiration for the title.

SUMMARY: You are the demon Satan sent down on Earth to tempt John and damn his soul straight to Hell. Words:  4077; Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, swearing;

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“Jonathan come on!”

Papa was calling for him, but you didn’t even doubt for the briefest of seconds that he’d turn around and listen to him, since you weren’t in the line of his sight, the worn out pair of doors shielding you from his gaze that will be definitely full of doubts about your intentions.

Constantine’s eyes were fixated on you as you leaned against the wall by the back door, smiling, holding his gaze, “I just need a quick smoke” he called back without turning around, approaching you slowly but decisively and you pushed yourself off the wall, adjusting your dress hanging loosely to reach your mid-thigh above the black fishnets and ankle boots.

“Long time no see” you smirked, flipping your hair back over your shoulder, stepping close to him and looking at him coyly, “Didn’t think you’d come to see so soon.”

He bit his lip, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, eyes never leaving yours, “Perhaps you want a drink first, half-breed…”

You ran the tip of your tongue slowly across your bottom lip, sighing, “Mmm…” you hummed as if you contemplated the offer, but you had something else on your mind, “I don’t really want to go inside if I can be honest with you, Constantine…” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder and dragging your nails slowly down his chest, smoothing down his shirt.

“Well well well… since when your breed’s devoted to honesty?” He asked.

You pouted, tilting your head to the side, “Desperate times calls for desperate measures, Jonathan” it didn’t escape you that he shifted into the touch of your hand, bit his lip when he spoke, “Than what?” You questioned.

His eyes grew wider, a flush of pink tinting his cheeks and he shrugged it off, as if his statement needed no further explanation but you weren’t having that. You were set on what you wanted, and you were going to get what you wanted.

“The others told you to invite me along” you said, a statement rather than a question. “I heard them talking with you, Constantine, you know I can hear when someone mentions my name…”

Jonathan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing against the sensitive skin at his throat, “W-Well…” he said with a small smile.

“But you don’t want that, do you, handsome?” You asked, moving your hand slowly back up his chest and over his shoulder to the back of his neck, scratching lightly at the nape, your fingers running through his hair.

His eyelids fluttered for a moment as he leaned back into your touch, couldn’t help himself, making an effort to keep his eyes open, watching you closely, as if he’d miss something vital if only he did so much as blink, “I-I … uh…”

“When I first talked to you Jonathan, you said you wanted to take me somewhere where we could be alone…” you recited his words from the previous night, when he seemed more sure about you, before the others had given him the advice to not get involved with you, especially not alone. But you could still see that spark in your eyes, you’d peaked his interest, and that hadn’t changed overnight.

“I … yeah…” he said, his breath shaking as you were still toying with his hair, tugging on it slightly every now and then which clearly affected him.

“I’d rather be alone with you…” you coaxed.

He nodded faintly, his eyes wide open, “Me too…” he said. The expression on his face was too much for you, you were on a mission, but that didn’t mean you were unfazed by it, the way he stared, mesmerized by your every move and you knew you had him, had gained this confidence only because of the way he approached you the day before, clearly fascinated.

“Jonathan … I want you…”

He trembled, only shifted closer to you, watching you through half-lidded eyes.

You teased him the night before, left him wanting more, but had promised nonetheless to come to Papa’s place tonight, to come see him again and he’d promised to meet you there, even though he was warned by many.

He cleared his throat, then moved his hand to rest flat against the wall beside your head and leaned in slowly, and you were hypnotized by the way he looked at you, his big brown eyes studying you, taking you in before they fluttered shut when he pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss, the shyness washing away as he kissed you eagerly.

Your eyes fell closed automatically as your lips melted into his and you felt a jolt in your stomach, wrapping your arm around his neck, your fingers remaining twisting and twirling his hair and you kissed him back needily. You couldn’t really believe that this was happening, that he spiraled right into the trap you set, despite how interested he’d seemed the night before, this was something else and just like that you had come back just to try, just to test the waters, before really going for it and he was going all in for it now.

His arm wrapped around you as you stepped closer to him, pressed your body up tightly against his and kissed you determinedly, his hand cupping the side of your face to make sure you weren’t going anywhere.

He ignited a spark in you now and you wanted more, much more than you came here for, letting your hand run down his chest, clutching his shirt to keep him close, biting down teasingly on his bottom lip, giggling when he let out a soft whimper, only pressed up closer to you, his lips parting and you slipped your tongue past them to move it slowly with his, it didn’t take much to for him to give up his dominance.

His hand moved up your side slowly, palming your breast over your dress, groaning into the kiss when you tugged on his hair again, leaning your body up into the touch of his hand but he pressed up closer against you, the brick wall digging into your back and you whined softly when his hips began grinding into yours and you could feel the hardness restrained by his pants, pulsing too close to where that need had started forming between your legs.

You drew back from the kiss, panting and dragging his head back slightly with his hair twirled around your fingers, making him whimper as his eyes fluttered open and he looked back at you with something else in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, less was it confidence than need, lust…

“Mmm, do you like this?” You whispered, pushing your hips forward now to grind against him.

He nodded eagerly, pressing his forehead against yours and keeping you backed up against the wall while his hand was slipping under the hem of your dress, making you whimper when he nudged your legs apart, your knees growing weak instantly when he felt your wet folds through the fabric of your underwear, tearing one hole of your tights with ease to get access, fingertips brushing up against the damp material and you pushed your hips forward again, trying to lean forward to capture his lips in a kiss, but now he held you just the way he wanted, forehead against forehead so he could watch your face as he pushed your underwear aside and you moaned loudly when his fingers came in direct contact with your skin, trying to buck into his touch again.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, and you wondered where the confidence had come from, how he switched from being so reserved, trying so hard to hold himself back, torturing himself to this, having snapped out of it and taking complete control of you now, “Is this what you came here for, half-breed?”

You gripped onto his shoulder, trying to steady yourself when his thumb came in contact with your clit, just brushing up once, just into the right spot that made you cry out, “P-Please…”

“I asked…” he said slowly, eyes locked on yours and he licked his lips, “Is this what you wanted?”

Your breath was shaking and you nodded eagerly, “Y-Yes…” you breathed, your voice rising higher in pitch.

“Mmm, half-breed, if we’re gonna do this here, you really have to be quiet…” he said, his eyes flickering down the alley.

“B-But … oh fuck, I can’t…” you whimpered, not even making an effort to stay quiet. The back door stood open beside you, cold wind gusts breezing inside every now then, voices mumbling outside in the distance, but you didn’t care, knowing it would bother him and fire him up more, the previous night he’d already been worried people would see him getting close to someone like you, and now this would be a whole different experience if someone caught you two together.

“Fucking naughty cunt…” he muttered.

You moaned, feeling yourself getting wetter just from his words, his thumb adding more pressure to your clit, beginning to rub steadily although not quite like before, well aware that that was what you needed, “I-I … please, I need…” you cried.

“I told you to be quiet, half-breed…” he drawled, starting to rub your clit hard now, at a pace that had no other purpose than to overwhelm you, punish you, without a slow build up, without time to let you get used to the feeling and you clutched onto his shoulder, your legs almost giving in, whimpering as your eyes shut tightly.

Constantine held you in place so you had nowhere to move, couldn’t stop the orgasm from washing over you, your body shaking as you came undone in his arms, pressed up against the wall, legs spread, your walls contracting as if reaching for something and you tried to push your hips up into his hand again and he allowed it this time, causing you to squirm when his thumb pushed up against your clit again, desperate for more, desperate for him to tend to the throbbing emptiness inside you.

“Can’t you fucking listen, can you, you greedy cunt?” He muttered, not giving you any time to recover before sliding two fingers inside you and you clenched around them, drawing his fingers in and once again trying to push your hips forward to get them to sink deeper inside, to get more friction, “This is why the others warned me about you…”

You were a mess, aching for him to move his fingers but he was holding you in place, holding his fingers still, and his words, the drawl of his voice doing all the work and you were only getting more and more worked up and you moaned softly, eyes locked with his as you spoke, “Maybe I don’t want to listen” you mumbled, biting your lip, hoping that teasing him might make him snap again.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this then…” he said slowly, and you almost believed him, but the way he was looking at you, you were certain he wasn’t going anywhere.

“Mmm, come on…” you coaxed, “Please, Jonathan…”

He wiggled his fingers inside you slightly, making you gasp, stealing your voice and breath instantly, holding on tightly to him again, pulling on his hair, making him groan and he curled his fingers inside you, then started moving them at a tortuous pace and your hips bucked up into his touch and he allowed it, then stopped moving his hand altogether.

“Oh, yes…” he groaned, watching your hips moving, setting a pace of your own, “Fuck yourself on my fingers…”

Your cheeks turned bright red, but you couldn’t stop yourself, you were feeling way too good, looking up at him watching you like you were the single most important thing in the entire world, that was too much and he looked so gorgeous, disheveled, his hair messy, his lip caught between his teeth, his dark eyes full of lust and need and fascination.

And then without warning, he started moving his fingers again, picked up the pace you’d set and alternating between thrusting his fingers inside you and rubbing your clit, making the pleasure jolt through you continuously, whining, your nails digging into his shoulder, pulling at his hair and you couldn’t control yourself, your moans echoing off the walls and probably ringing through the cul-de-sac the back door led to.

He stopped all movements, just held you as you were, pressing close to you and once again and restricting your movements, “Will you fucking listen…?” He growled, pulling his fingers out of you, stopping all contact and leaving you stood panting, legs shaking, leaning back against the wall, a throbbing emptiness between your thighs that you couldn’t ignore and you spread yours legs further to touch yourself, rubbing your clit, keeping eye contact with him as you tried to desperately get yourself closer to the edge again, pushing two fingers inside you, but it didn’t feel nearly as good as him, nowhere close to the bliss he made you feel.

He watched you closely, pressing his lips together, hands twitching and he stepped closer to you again, gripping the side of your face to make sure you kept looking at him.

“Jonathan, please…” you whined, moving your hand to reach out and palm him through his jeans but he stepped of reach, holding you in place, “Can you fuck me now?” You asked with the most innocent eyes you could muster, “Please?”

“You won’t fucking listen, half-breed…” he groaned, “There’s all kinds of people up there who can’t see us together” he said, moving his hand slowly to cover your mouth as he closed the space between you once more, his fingers slowly moving up your thigh again.

You tried to answer him but your words sounded muffled uttered into his hand and you parted your lips, letting two of his fingers slide into your mouth, tasting your own arousal and sucking greedily on them.

He trembled, eyes dark as he watched you as if in a trance, mesmerized, “That’s waaay better…” he drawled, chuckling darkly, “You better keep doing that, half-breed…” He ordered, “And you’re gonna do everything exactly as I say…”

You nodded obediently, looking up at him, begging him with your eyes as he kept his fingers stuffed into your mouth, his other hand fumbling to unbuckle his belt and the button and zipper of his pants and you felt him pull out his cock, brushing his tip up against your clit, making you whimper softly.

“You’re a naughty one, you know that right?” He whispered, running his length slowly through your wet folds and your eyes fluttered closed, you couldn’t think straight but he snapped you right out of it, “Answer my question.”

You whimpered, trying to push your hips forward to get him closer to where you needed him.

“I’ll fuck you when you answer my question…” he informed you nonchalantly, “And then you’re gonna be a good fucking half-breed and stay quiet while I take your cunt, you get that?”

You tried to open your mouth and speak but he shook his head, shoving his fingers deeper inside your mouth, “Uh-uh … no words needed, cunt…”

Your breath was shaking and you looked back at him with big eyes, nodding your head desperately. He’d turned the tables on you so quickly and you were so desperate for him, you would’ve done anything.

“Good girl…” he drawled, nudging your legs apart further, positioning his cock to line up with your entrance and then pushing inside without a warning, sliding inside with ease because you were soaking for him, making your back arch off the wall and you moaned around his fingers, sucking desperately on them, now making an effort to stay quiet, simply because you were too afraid he’d stop and his cock was filling you up so good, stretching out your walls and making you clench around him to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere, welcoming the delicious friction against your walls as he started to pick up the pace.

Gripping the underside of your thigh to drag your leg up, he pressed you tighter against the wall so you could wrap your legs around his hips, ankles locking beside him to gather steadiness somehow because you were weak in his arms, burying your fingers in his hair again, pulling on it and whimpering around his fingers each time his hips thrust up and his cock reached deep inside you, pulsing inside your wet heat.

You lost all control, his name falling from your lips, but it sounded like a muffled mess, incoherent with your mouth full, his fingers once again pushing deeper and your eyes were wide open as you looked at him, sucking on his fingers again, knowing that’s what he wanted you to do and you were ready to do anything it took for him to keep screwing you hard against the wall as he was, already feeling your orgasm building as his cock brushed so tight against your walls, stretching you out with each thrust.

Once again you tried to moan his name, only to be reminded that you couldn’t, but he was slowly losing patience, “I told you…” he groaned, his voice trembling, but demanding nonetheless, “If you don’t stay quiet…”

You wanted to assure him you’d stay quiet but instead just sucked harder on his fingers to demonstrate your obedience, he made you such a mess you couldn’t control yourself, your brain temporarily not functioning as well as it should’ve instructing your mouth what to do, Jonathan was calling the shots.

“So you’re gonna be a good half-bred now?” He drawled, “Your cunt feels so tight around me… I’m s-so fucking close … yeah that’s right, just remember to br good and suck on my fingers if you want me to keep fucking you…”

You knew he wanted this as badly as you, felt just as good, but you also wouldn’t have put it past him to drag out teasing you a little longer, pulling out of you just to prove a point because you were disobeying his orders.

Your breath was shaking, once again instinct taking over, another muffled mess of words escaping your lips, “F-Fu-mmmhmm…”

And then he stepped back, his cock sliding out of you and you barely caught your balance on your legs, gasping and looking up at him with wide eyes, “N-No, please…” you whimpered, now able to speak again. “I’ll be quiet, I … please…”

“Well, you’re not quiet now and I’ve given you a few chances, half-breed…” he said, shrugging, reaching as if to tuck himself into his underwear again and you stumbled towards him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down to your knees, thinking for a second that he’d pull back, but you took him into your mouth quickly, the warmth enveloping him once again and you wrapped your lips tightly around him, starting to bob your head and suck his cock greedily.

He groaned, legs trembling slightly and you didn’t dare look up at him, kept your eyes closed, focusing solely on making him feel so good that he wouldn’t tease you any longer, wanting desperately to make him feel as good as he made you feel.

His hand landed at the back of your head and you continued sucking him eagerly, his words only making you wetter, “Of, fuck yes, half-breed…” he groaned, “Keep those pretty lips occupied…”

You let your tongue swirl around him, moving your hands to stroke him when you didn’t reach with your lips, whining softly when his hips nudged forward and he buried his cock deep inside your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

“Maybe you’ll learn to be quiet this way, with your mouth full of my cock…”

You whimpered around him, swallowing around his tip and his hips were trembling, fingers fisting your hair and he drew you off his cock quickly and upwards so you stumbled to your feet, gasping for air as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“I won’t let you swallow, half-breed…” he said, “Gonna use your cunt for that matter…” he gripped your hip, guiding you to turn around and stepping close to you again until your front was pressed to the cold brick wall, your hard nipples rubbing up against the rough surface through your dress, cheek pressed to the cool stones.

“Jonathan, please…”

He landed a slap on your ass, making you whine, “Looks like you just don’t fucking learn, you little cunt…”

You cursed yourself for your lack of self-control, about to beg him again when you felt his fingers pressed against your lips again, allowing them to slip inside and sucking eagerly on them, not only to give him what he wanted but to occupy yourself, remind yourself to stay quiet because you didn’t know how much more you could take.

He spread your legs with hand again, circling your entrance and spreading around the sopping wetness before you felt his tip rubbing up against you again and he tipped his hips forward to push inside, filling you up so deliciously tight again, tending to the ache he’d created again finally.

You wanted to moan again but knew better this time, sucking needily on his fingers instead, not even allowing yourself to open your mouth.

“Yeah, that’s right, cunt, fucking take it…” he groaned as he picked up the pace again as his hips slapped against yours over and over and over again and he groaned into your ear each time he buried his cock deep inside you, his breath tickling your skin, his arm wrapped around you securely, holding you up, making sure you wouldn’t stumble again and he could fuck you steadily, “Gonna come deep inside you, half-breed, what do you say?”

You were too far gone to slip up now, only sucked harder on his fingers for a response, trying to push your hips back into his, needing more, needing him harder, but not wanting to risk telling him but he picked up on it quickly, his cock slamming inside you faster, harder, reaching that spot over and over again, stretching out your walls, stroking your walls and making you clench around him.

“Oh, you want it so bad, half-breed…” he groaned, “Drooling around my fingers now, aren’t you?”

You realized that sucking so hard, breathing only through your nose, he was right and you blushed in embarrassment, feeling yourself grow wetter, your mind becoming clouded with pleasure and you couldn’t hold back as your orgasm ripped through you, your body shaking violently, squirming.

Moaning loudly around his fingers now, you felt him follow shortly after, hips snapping forward and he buried himself deep inside you, spurting his release inside you, coating your walls, his cock throbbing, stretching you still as you clenched around him, panting against your skin as his head dropped down on your shoulder.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, shaking, panting together, calming down only slowly but he stepped back eventually, fingers slipping out of your mouth, hissing when his cock slipped out of you despite your walls still contracting around him, tucking himself back into his underwear and fixing up his pants and belt.

You tried to keep your balance as you pushed yourself off the wall, adjusting your underwear and smoothing down your dress, glad it hid the tear in your fishnets. You brushed your hair back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at him with big eyes, surprised when he stepped close to you again, leaning in to press a deep kiss to your lips, eager, but surprisingly soft, drawn out.

You looked at him properly then when he drew back once more, his cheeks were flushed, hair still so nice and messed up.

“So…” he mumbled, clearing his throat. “How about you come inside with me now, to have a drink?”

You tilted your head to the side, licking your lips, “Oh, my dear Constantine. You’re the one who’s coming with me” you teased, pointing with your fingers to the ground between you two, as your eyes turned pitch black.

“You fucking… you were too tempting, oh for fuck’s sake, really? I just… couldn’t hold back…”

You smiled softly, “He knew you wouldn’t hold back… I’ll see you in Hell, Jonathan.”

[voidselfshipp]

A Heart Of Ashes

Chapter 2

Pt1.

Its around half past eight, jerico wondered if stoker was still in the laboratory.

So she put on her boots and Walked to said laboratory.

Though.. the place was huge, it felt like a maze,and listening to her gut feeling,she got there,after a good fifteen minutes.

--Hey stoker

The british Man stopped mixing two chemicals togheter, and Turned to the door, a smile crossed his lips under his mask,but you could hear it in his tone as he said--Ah...you again...how delightfull, Oh do be careful of the napalm...tricky stuff

--Ill be mindful of that--she Walked right past the unarmed molotov grenades--Watcha working on?

--Just some upgrades for these old girls, oh Grab a pair of goggles and some rubber gloves if you stick around, wouldnt want to cause any accidents

Jeri nodded and snatched the closest of those ítems, she casually hovered over stokers shoulder who finished mixing the two chemicals,only for them to explode into a dark cloud of nothingness.

--Ah horse raddish...

By the way he left both mixing tubes on the table she noticed her companion was frustrated.

She patted his back softly--How about we get something to eat, maybe you need to take some fresh air

Stoker stood there to think about it for a bit, then nodded --Yeah...thatd be wonderfull

--Great,lets go!

During their walk however, Someone stopped them.

--Hey! So youre the New guy huh?

The british Man sighed in annoyance,crossing his arms--Oh do bugger off phantom, we have places to go

--ey ey relax Man, I just want to take a moment to greet our New recruit--phantom Turned to jerico-- heard you were dangerous huh? I like that in a woman

Suddenly, Harold felt his blood boil, as jeri couldnt help but giggle at the cheesy pickup lines.

In a stupid fit of jealousy,he grabbed his lighter and pressed the flame against phantoms pants, who in a matter of seconds lit afire, he then with a mischevious smile Turned to jerico-- tell me....can you smell something Burning...? Oh its probably nothing,lets go dear, im starving

He put an arm around jeri and Walked her away as phantom ran around in circles, blissfully unaware of this sunstorm just shrugged it off.

--Did you just really burnt phantoms pants so he would stop talking to jerico?-- ember asked, arms crossed as both grabbed their food.

--well he was making her unconfortable!

--Dont make excuses for yourself Harold I know you

The Man sighed letting his shoulders fall--okay maybe I have a crush on her what about it....

Ember started to laugh--Thats adorable Harold, I wish you the best of luck --She patted his back.

During dinner Ember politely excused herself,leaving both veterans to talk.

--So--stoker started without a clear topic to talk about--Youre a veteran?

-- I am,Ive seen a lot of fucked up shit I tell you that

He chuckled and nodded in agreement--war, how do the kids put it ,ah yes, fucking sucks

--It really does,you loose Friends, people youre closed...and you never know

--If youll end up coming home to them--both meet eachothers gaze--i know the feeling quite well...

Both smile, and talk softly about their time in the military.

Stoker decided to pack up his little science proyect and walk around the bases courtyard with jerico, the moon shine brightly, and both strolled down calmly.

--I remember this one time, me and my Dad were leaders of two different squadrons,you had to see the soldiers faces when they realize their commander was my dad....it was hilarious,specially because we look nothing alike

--Hmm, May I inquire as to why?

--Dad adopted me when I was a kid, and we really look nothing alike,and well, when training, my old Man is very harsh and strict, I tend to be that one godsend seargeant who cuts some slack on the soldiers, its quite funny really

The brit laughed and nodded--yes it is

--And how about you?, whats your story ?

He took a deep breath,and put his hands behind his neck--Well,I used to be a squadron I had to make a rough decision,and I did it,thankfully nobody had to die that day,except For the bad guys of course

And they spend the night talking about their anecdotes,laughing, and comforting eachother.

--mind if I Scort you to your room?

--Not at all

Stoker giggled and put an arm around jerico,And both Walked into the building in silence, the whole place was quiet, aside from some who spent the night playing videogames and their rage screams could be heard from outside their room

When they arrived though,jeri took Harolds hand--Dont you want to spend the night here?,your room is on the other side of the building

--Oh I dont want to bother

--You dont,come on in

He sighed and nodded, taking off his jacket.

--I have a spare matress under my bed,i can sleep there

--What?,no way, I shoundt Rob You the comforts of your bed...

--Harold just take it

--Ill take the spare matress thats what ill take

Both stared at eachother,before sighing--Sharing?

--Sharing

Without much time wasted they got into the bed,their backs facing eachother.

--You wont take that mask off for sleeping?

--No, I wont

She sighed --You cant sleep like that

--Yes I can

She knew it wasnt her place to Keep demanding--Will you sleep comfortably?

A soft smile appeared on the Mans face--Yes, dont worry about me,now go get some sleep okay?

--You too.....goodnight

--Sweet dreams...

Ember groaned,facepalming.

This needed to stop.

--Oh you look so lovely today--stoker said softly elbowing jerico in the ribs, who then chuckled.

--And you look quite handsome too

Theyve been flirting like this for the entire day, ember was about to knock them both out....she couldnt take more of this mushy crap.

--oh I thought for a moment I found to emeralds....turns out it was just your eyes...--Harold said with his masks cheek resting on his hand.

Jericos cheeks turn baby Pink and both softly chuckle.

--If you two lovebirds are done, the guys at the kitchen need help on the cooler--vera said--its not working....

Both sighed and nodded.

However as both worked on the inside of the industrial Cooler, the door closed leaving them in pure darkness, aside from Jers phone lantern.

--Damnit...--stoker tried to Open the door to no avail...

And so they sat there in darkness.

-- d damn-- Harold said curling into a ball-- its cold here...

Jer, who was a natural heater, sat closer to him--I think I have an idea,but I need you to sit properly

--W what are y you planning to do?--He straightened his legs and his cheeks Turned red as he felt her sit on his lap and hug him-

-Like this we wont loose heat...

She was, oddly warm...how?.

Whatever questions he had, his survival was first so he hugged her, and hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth return to his body.

--Thats a whole lot better...thanks awfully..

--Dont mention it...

And after that day, they couldnt get enough of it ,everywhere was a good place to cuddle, while eating, after training,during briefings.

Everyone was losing their minds over how clingy both were.

Their feelings for eachother were so painfuly obvious...

And now, after a particular rough mission, jerico and stoker were cuddling in his room.

He pressed his mask against her back.

--Im just glad youre okay...--she whispers.

--Im just glad to be with you here--he answers back.

Though she was too tired to even try and comprehend what he said, so she nuzzled closer and smiled..

Soon enough she'll tell him.

She was glad to be by his side, and being able to hold him like that..and Him..well, he was happy to return to her in one piece.

[thedyingtimelady]

Do you really love me?

Second Doctor x the dying Timelady (OC) x Ramon Salamander PART 1 Summary: After Catherin White aka the dying Timelady finally made a soulbond with the 12th Doctor, she travels back to each incarnation of her Future-husband, to make the soulbond, that they made, more stronger. After she left the First Doctor, she went to the Second. But nothing goes smoothed as planned. After an fight with the Doctor, who rejected her hope for a soulbond, Catherin went to Ramon Salamander to help her friends with the plan, to stop this tyrant. But nobody knew, that this guy has a soft side and he only shows it to Catherin. Does Catherin will fall for this men, who looks like The Doctor or will she and the Doctor find back together? Ramon Salamander sat in his Office, smoking a cigar and was looking at some documents, as Jamie open the door and came in. He stand straight before his Leader and looked at him. „A friend of mine will come here, if its okay for you Leader“, Jamie said to Salamander. Salamander looked up to the young men and frown. „Why should they come here? Did you invited them without my promission?“ Jamie stared at him, his arms behind his back. „S…She wanted to see, if Victoria and I was okay. I´m sorry Leader. She acts like a mother most of the time and cant stop it. She is very passion and full of energy. You will like her!“, he grinned. Salamander leaned back, still frowning. „Oh Well. Why not?“, he smiles. „Lets go and see her.“. He got up and walked with Jamie throught the big Mansion. „To be honest Leader, she is already here. I couldnt stop her. She waits on the balcony.“, Jamie murbled and looked at the ground. Salamander laughs. „Now. Now. Dont look down to the ground amigo. Everything is fine. I will let Fariah bring her-“, Salamander stepped on the balcony and freezes. He stared at the young lady, who was standing on the egde of the balcony, looking at the flowers. She turned around and smiled at him. His heart beats faster. He never had seen such a beauty before. Her blonde hair, what almost shine golden in the sun, the beautiful body with curves, her cute face. He needed to see her eyecolor. So he walked up to her, starring in her eyes. Green. Deep Green, like the forest. „Can I help you Sir?“, the young lady asked. She was a bit confused but didnt stepped back from him. A good sign. „I´m sorry Senorita. I didnt mean to stare, but you are very, very beautiful“, he said softly, with his rough voice. He took her hand and kissed it. What soft skin and what an hypnotic scent. She smelled so, so good. The young Lady blushes, smiled shyly at him. „Oh what a gentlemen you are Senior Salamander. I really hope, I dont bother you. I just wanted to visit my friends and then leave.“ She wanted to leave? No! She shouldnt leave so quickly. „Please stay for Dinner. I would love to know you better.“, he grinned and put her hand on his arm. „If you insist. I would love to stay. Its very beautiful here! My Name is Catherin by the way.“, she looked friendly at him, wrapping her hands around his arm. „Its a pleasure to meet you, Lady Catherin“, Salamader said and left the balcony with her, without even looking at his servent once. The Doctor was standing in a small hut, not far from the Mansion of Salamander. He looked in the mirror, trying to express the same movements like the Men, who looked identically like him. The Plan was good. Right now, everything is working fine, but he was still worried. He thought about Catherin and the conversation they had, before she disappeared inside the Mansion. „You wanted to talk to me dear?“, the Doctor asked Catherin, standing a bit aside from the hut. „Yes. You should know, why I am here. I…I have an important message for you.“ „Then tell me. Are you okay? Is everything fine?“, he looked worried at her. „Yes. Yes. Everything is perfect.“, she smiled softly. Catherin raised her hand and showed the Doctor a ring, what she was wearing. „I married you. I mean, I married one of your future Incarnation, Doctor.“ The Doctor was staring at the ring, then looked back to her. „W-What? We are married?“ „Not „We“ but yes. I´m making a soulbond now. After I connected myself psychologically with your last incarnation, I came here. You cant remember now, because the memories are locked. Its important, because you should be ready of your own, to be connected with me. With our Soul, our Mind, our Hearts.“ The Doctor still stared at Catherin, not knowing what to say or what do to. He was married with her? Or will be married? Catherin was always a great friend. She was lovely and caring, had a very temper nature, but always had a clear head, when the situation escalated. He liked her. A lot. A lot. A lot. Sometimes, she didnt leave his head. She was always in his mind. He was always sad, when she left him, to meet one of his other incarnations. But does he love her? What does it mean, to love a person? He was married once, but that didnt really count. He didnt loved his Ex- wife. He liked her. He had to marry her. He was glad that Susan was born. „No“ Catherin blinked. Confused. „No…?“ „No. I… I cant make a soulbond with you. I´m sorry dear. What happend in my future, will happend in the future, but right now, I am me. And… And I cant do it. I´m so so sorry.“ Catherin stepped back, staring at him. Tears filled her eyes, what breaks the Doctors hearts. „I Understand. So… that is your decision.“, her voice almost broke. She shaked her head and holded her hand tight, looking at the ring. „I will change my clothes and go to the mansion. The plan will work Doctor. We can do it and stop Salamander.“, she looked up at him and smiled, like nothing happend. After she changed her close, she kissed his cheek and walked off. The Doctor sighed and rubbed his neck. „Did I made the wrong decision?“, he asked himself quietly and looked out oft he Window to the mansion. When he was honest to himself, the thought about Catherin hanging around with Salamander and Salamander would fall for her, made him mad. If he is touching he, he will… The Doctor calmed down and try to focus. Not now. They will discuss that later. He continue his practices to speak and act like Salamander. The Dinner was perfect. The food was so delisious. The Evening was just a delight. Now I was sitting with Salamander on the balcony again, sipping wine, while he was talking about his home and his family. A really interesting Story. Salamander grabbed inside his coat and looked at me. „If you mind, that I smoke one of my cigars? I always do that in the evening.“ „I dont mind. Just do it. Its your house.“, I smiled at him, putting the empty glass on the table. „I wouldnt smoke if you dont want it. I care for your health and for your comfore.“, he smiled at me softly. I feel the heat rushing in my cheeks. He really looks like the Doctor, its incredible. The Doctor. A sad thought runs throught my head. He said no. He didnt want a soulbond with me. What should I do now? Should I go back to Twelve or should I continue my journey? I didnt really know what do to. I felt a hand on my arm and looked up. Salamander has moved his chair close to mine and took my hand in his. His hands are so big and warm. My heart to start beating faster. I blushed. What is going on? This is the Enemy. It doesnt matter that he looks like the Doctor…! „Something wrong Belleza? You eyes went almost dark grey. Are you sad? Tell me, I would do everything to make you happy.“, he kissed my fingers softly, watching me. That. Tears filling my eyes, running down my cheeks. „Rip my heart out of my chest and throw it away. He wouldnt even care.“, I whispered. Suddenly, I realize what I just said. Oh no. He shouldnt know that I love someoneelse! What now?! I start to panic inside, as suddenly Salamander pulled me closer to him. I almost sat on his lap, looking in his eyes. There are so beautiful. „So someone took your heart and throw it away? This Bastard will pay for it. I will take care of your heart my dearest. Dont you worry. I would never hurt you. Never. I swear to the grave of my Grandpapa. He always told me, to hold the women close, that you see as a perfect future wife.“, she said smiling at me. Future Wife. I blinked. It was like, someone turned a switch in my head. I leaned closer to Salamander and kissed him. My head was so confused. The Voice, his Appearance, the words I wanna hear out of this mouth. It all came together. Too late, I realize what I was doing, but Salamander took his chance and kissed me back with passion. He pulled me on his lap, pressed my body against his and kissed me like fire. I always wanted to be kissed by him like that. Him… I stopped the kiss, softly panting and blushing. „Senior Salamander!“, I shouted shyly and stared at him. He started to laugh and still holding me close to him. „Your taste sweeter than I imagine. And you really are adorable. I hope you will stay for a bit longer.“, he purrs softly in my ear, giving me soft kisses on my face. I felt loved and cared. I needed that. I really needed that. „It would be a pleasure to stay here for a while“, I said softly. The I nuzzled against his chest and sighed softly. I never felt more happy then ever before. Do I really want that to stop? Jamie couldnt believe what he just saw. He knew, that Catherin would have to kiss him, to wrap Salamander around on her little finger. But what just happend, was surreal. It wasnt true. Catherin loves the Doctor, even Jamie knows that. And its not because of the appearance. He knew better. Something went wrong and he had a feeling, that everything started with the conversation they had earlier, before Catherin arrived the mansion. He needed to report that to the Doctor. It was important, that Ramon Salamander will be stopped, and that The Doctor pulling Catherin out of this dangerous game.

[strayficks]

Ok hi, i love u and your writing! And can i maybe request like your first time w/ felix, just that he's still a virgin and you're not? And like you're the dominant one and are riding him bc he's so shy and ajnykwkd i'm so hot and bothered for him rn

Aww thank you love! I honestly cant relate more, felix is wrecking me rn! 🕊

You were in front of Felix’s place, when you heard groans. Being the caring best friend, you thought Felix was in the midst of being murdered. You already planned your vendetta but you were surprised to see his place clean and tidy, just like usual. 

The groans can still be heard, it came from his bedroom. It became louder and louder, ‘is he sick or something? Is it the juice i gave him yesterday?’ You thought. You were getting worried, so without hestitation you opened his bedroom door.

Your breath hitched at your throat, Felix was resting his back on the headboard, shirtless and sweaty, with his member on his palm. He looked up, you can see the blood drain from his face, he quickly ducks himself with his blanket, before peeking to face you. “I- i didn’t know you’re coming.”

You were standing in the doorway, your hands on your hips. When you and Felix started being friends, he was always the quiet but fun type of person to hang out with, still is when you reached your 6th year of being friends, you never once witnessed him being dirty minded, heck, talked about anything that has to do with sex.

Seeing him now, you dont know what to feel considering he had never shared anything about his sex life. If he even had one, that is.

“Well, im here. Do you want me to leave? I thought you liked my precence.” You joked, already pulling the door handle to leave him be.

You were surprised to hear his voice calling you out. “Wait! Um.. i- i kinda, uh.. need your help?” He said, stuttering and face red as a watermelon.

Your grip on the door handle visibly hardened, for a reason that is. A certain reason that your best friend is naked and is asking you to help him with whatever what. “With what? Are you hurt?” You tried to play it off, acting as if you didn’t know what he wants.

He huffed, letting the blanket expose his shirtless chest. “Im naked and afraid!” He exclaimed.

You laughed and said, “Im clothed and traumatized!”

His face turned more red, you can see his freckles dusting his face, only making him more attractive. He scratched the back of his head and rested it on the headboard, seemingly flustered and not wanting to meet your eyes.

“You know i’m a virgin right?” He asked you. Your eyes almost bulged out. “What? Really? I thought you were getting it 24/7!”

He rubbed his face and covered his eyes. “Yeah, i wish. I just.. haven’t found the right person to do it wi-”

You cut him off, “And youre saying im the chosen one? That’s absurd.” He finally meets your eyes, his hair falling over his face.

And here you thought it was impossible for him to be hotter than before.

“I would be lying if i haven’t thought about having sex with you.” He said, breaking eye contact. 'God why did he have to be so shy and hot at the same time?’ You thought. With his confession, you can see the outline of his member pressed on the blanket, “And i would be lying if i haven’t too.”

With that, he leaned in and kissed you, his tounge darted out to lick your bottom lip, you broke the kiss.

“Are you sure you want to do this Felix?” Both your hands resting on his chest, you can feel his heart beating fast, mimmicking yours.

“Absolutely, but know that i-i’ve never done this befo-” You cut him off with a kiss, you hoisted yourself up and straddled him, his hard member right below your clothed folds.

You started kissing down his neck, his abs, and when you reached his cock, you can already tell he’s so horny for you. You gripped the base of his cock, a vein decorating it’s side, you started to suck and a deliberate moan came from Felix, it was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“Ah! Fu- why are you gagging? Wait stop i dont want to hurt you!”

You looked at him, releasing his cock with a loud pop. “Shut up Felix.” And with that you continued sucking him. You moaned, making him quiver with pleasure.

Just when you know he’d cum soon, you stopped. You can see the dissapointment on his face. “Thank you, are you o-” You cut him off again, “Im not done yet.” Your heart fluttered knowing that he actually thought you we’re done, and he hadn’t even cummed yet. You stood up, hands resting on the wall, your clothed pussy in front of his face.

“Take off my pants.” You ordered him, his hands reached out to pull the hem of your pants, carefully sliding them down until he was face to face with your panty clad pussy. You can almost see him salivate,

“Now take off my panties, use your mouth.” He looked up at you, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down. His hot breath teased your skin, he bit the lace, and when he got to the front, he looked like he’s about to go to heaven right there and then. It was obvious that this is the prettiest view ever, you standing up in front of Felix and seeing him undressing you with his mouth.

You were exposed now, you quickly took off your shirt and bra, sitting down on his leaking cock, you started to rub your pussy against his hard member, keeping your gaze on him the entire time.

Felix’s hand reached out to grab your breast, tweaking your nipple. A choked whimper leaving your lips. “I can do better than that.” You said. You lifted your butt, grabbed his cock and slowly sunk yourself down, letting his full length fill your hole.

“F-fuck, it feels so good.” He groaned, he gripped your waist, it was positive that it’s going to bruise, not that you mind though. You started to move up and down, riding him and making him let out filthy- filthy words you never thought he knew.

Both of your moans filled the rooms, Felix’s hand bouncing you vigorously, you can feel your walls tightening,

“Yes, like that baby, you’re so tight.” He lifted you up, a sign that he was about to cum, you sat on your knees kneading your breast together, he came on your mouth and chest, leaving you both a panting mess.

“How are you feeling?” He asked you, looking a bit embarassed with his hand covering his face. “Well, my eyebrows don’t hurt.” You both laughed, reminiscing the time when you accidentaly cut your eyebrow with a pocket knife. He offered his hand, standing up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

[ficsbythefire]

seven months (Jungkook Angst)

Word count: 1989

a/n: i could possibly be turning this into a series. if you like it, please let me know so i have the motivation to write more parts 😊

[8:36 PM]

You were so stupid. Why did you have to go into the cafe that day? It’s not like you knew he would go in there today, but you should have known he would have shown up sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. You hoped he would. It was why you still went there every week. It had been such a special place for you both. It was where you met. It was where you had your first date. Hell, it was the place where he had asked you to be his girlfriend. It was also the place he broke your heart. Today marked the first time in 7 months since you’ve seen him. It wouldn’t have hurt so bad to see him if he didn’t have another girl on his arm. You took another swig of your drink to try and drown out your thoughts.

[1:15 PM, earlier that day]

You clacked away at the keys on your computer. This essay for your psychology class was kicking your ass and the only thing getting you through was your usual caramel mocha and frosted cinnamon roll. You glanced over at the table to your left. “No,” you thought to yourself, “keep working.” You couldn’t let past thoughts distract you from your work. This essay was worth at least 70% of your final grade and you couldn’t afford to let Jungkook cloud over your mind. You reached for your mocha and pressed the lid to your lips. The hot, sweet coffee trickled into your mouth and down your throat. The door to the cafe opened, resulting in the soft little jingle of the bell. You sat, frozen in your seat. That chuckle was so familiar to you and you knew exactly who it was. You had to look up. You locked eyes with him for the first time in 7 months. It seemed like neither of you can look away. Jungkook’s friend, Hoseok, followed his eyes and saw you sitting there.

“Hey!” he screamed, joy dripping from his voice.

Hoseok always liked you. He was the one you got along with most out of all of Jungkook’s friends. He was so bubbly and cheerful and his smile was contagious. Hoseok jogged over to you with open arms. You stood up to greet him and he enveloped you in a huge hug.

“Hey, I missed you,” he said, pulling away to look at you.

“I missed you too, Hoseok,” you said, trying too smile but you caught yourself looking over his shoulder at Jungkook, who still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you.

Hoseok kept rambling on about things you don’t really remember. You felt bad for not really listening to him but you just couldn’t stop looking at Jungkook. The door to the cafe jingled again, but this time it was a girl. She was probably a little taller than you and her hair was super long. She was pretty. Incredibly pretty. She walked over to Jungkook and she wrapped her arm around his. He immediately broke his gaze with you and started talking to her. She said something and he smiled that cute smile that you had always loved. He would smile so wide that his nose would crinkle up. You would always kiss his cute, little wrinkled nose. The girl leaned up and kissed Jungkook and that's when you realized that they definitely weren't just friends. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and your hands started to get clammy.

“I'm sorry, Hobi, but I really need to go,” you said to him as you gathered up your laptop.

You didn't even bother to grab your drink or your cinnamon roll. You had to get out of there as fast as possible. You pushed past Hoseok and made your way to the door, having it jingle as you left.

[9:27 PM, present]

Your drink was almost empty. You got up from your seat and walked to the kitchen, pouring yourself another. Your house was quiet. You didn’t have anything on because you just wanted silence so you could sit and think, even though thinking isn't the best thing for you to be doing right now. You walked over to your bookshelf, your soft steps padded against the carpeted floor. You grabbed a photo album off of one of the top shelves and walked back to your seat on the couch. Flicking through the album just made it worse. It was like you were reliving all of the memories that you saw at once. The time he took you to the carnival or when you finally met his parents for the first time were just racing through your mind. Then, you came across of a picture of you two on your one year anniversary. He took you to the cafe because he thought it would be romantic since it was where you met him. You suddenly became angry. “How dare he bring her to our special place? That was our place,” you thought out loud. Your anger turned into tears and you knew that once your first tear fell, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

[11:43 AM, 7 Months Ago]

You sat patiently at the table. You and Jungkook always sat here. It was the table he was sitting at when he moved his chair to scoot out when he accidentally bumped into you, causing you to spill your drink all over yourself. You could still remember the apologetic look in his big, puppy dog eyes. You saw Jungkook walking up to the front door of the cafe. You smiled widely and gave him a big wave, but he didn’t seem to smile back at you. “That’s odd,” you thought. He pushed opened the door, that familiar jingle rang through the air.

“I ordered your favorite. Iced americano with very little ice,” you told him as he sat down across from you.

“Uh, thanks,” he replied, not being able to look you in the eyes.

“Kook, what’s wrong? You’re really not acting like yourself. Did you not want americano or wa-,”

“It’s not the coffee,” his voice was stern. It kind of intimidated you. He never spoke to you with that tone before.

“Then what is it?” your voice sounded small.

“I’ve just, um, been thinking for a while about some things and I just sort of, well, I don’t know how to say it,” he said, fumbling over his words, making you nervous.

“W-whatever it is, Jungkook, you can tell me.”

“Well, I kind of want to break up,” he said, looking down at his hands.

You immediately felt sick to your stomach. Did you hear him right? You couldn’t have. Everything was going so well. His parents loved you, his friends loved you, and you thought that he loved you.

“Why?” you asked, your voice was shaky.

“I just... I’m not sure if I feel it anymore. When I first met you, my heart was constantly beating as hard and as fast as it could and I thought I was super in love with you. It was great. You were great. But as time went on, I started to feel back to normal, I guess. I didn’t feel those same feelings as I did when we first got together,” he said.

“How long have you felt this way?” you asked, trying to blink back your tears.

“A couple months.”

“A couples months? A couple months, Jungkook? Why didn’t you tell me this, oh, I don’t know, a couple months ago?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said, finally looking at you.

“Well, I guess you didn’t succeed with that. How did you expect me not to be hurt?”, your voice raised. People in the cafe were starting to look at you.

“Can you please lower your voice and calm down?” he asked, grabbing onto your wrist lightly.

That just fueled your anger even more. Calm down? Calm down? How were you supposed to be calm about this. Maybe you would be better off without him.

“You know what, fine. I’ll see you later, Jungkook,” you started grabbing your belongings.

“Can we talk about this?” he asked you.

“We just did,” you stood up from your chair, “And I’m taking this coffee,” you said, grabbing Jungkook’s americano and walking out the door.

[11:07 PM, Present Day]

You sniffled before taking another sip from your drink. You had been crying nonstop and you looked and felt terrible. You had been hoping for the last 7 months to see him but now that you had, you felt like shit. Maybe you should just go to bed. You walked to the bathroom and put your hair up into probably the messiest bun possible. You started to brush your teeth when you heard a slight knock. You stopped to listen, to see if you really heard it. It turns out you did because there was another knock, louder this time. You sat your toothbrush down and made your way to the front door.

“Who is it?” you asked, before opening your front door.

“I’m sure you could guess,” the voice was quiet but you knew exactly who it was.

You opened the door to see Jungkook just standing there with his hands in his pockets.

“What do you want?”

“To talk,” he said, making his way into your home and closing the door.

“You think that you can just walk into my home, expecting us to just ‘talk’,” you said, your words slurred a little bit from all the drinks.

“Just let me talk, alright? I saw you today, obviously. And, well, after that I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I felt something. I don’t know what I felt, nostalgia, maybe? But whatever it was, I loved it. And I know, I only get that feeling when I’m around you because as soon as you left that cafe, I couldn’t feel it anymore,” he said.

You were at a loss for words. You just stood there, looking at him. You didn’t know whether this was actually happening or if you were just imagining it because of all the drinks.

“Well, say something,” he said.

“I just, I don’t know what to say. What are you trying to say?”

“Well, I was maybe thinking about getting back together after we talked out somethi-”

“Getting back together? Are you stupid? Jungkook, you have talked to me for seven months. And today, I saw you kissing a girl at the cafe. When you broke up with me, the only reason that you gave me was that you ‘weren’t feeling it anymore’. What kind of bullshit reason is that? I still love you and I absolutely hate it. You just left me. I miss you constantly. I miss you when I can’t sleep. I miss you right after I have my morning cup of coffee. Did you miss me liked I missed you during those seven months? And I’m tired, Jungkook. Really tired. I’m tired of that feeling. That feeling of not knowing if I was good enough for you, but I’m not tired of you. I cant ever be tired of you. I loved you so much. The thing is, though, is that I don’t know if I can do this anymore. My feelings are so mixed right now. The thought of calling you up and trying to make things work again always crossed my mind but I would be constantly terrified that you just wouldn’t ‘feel’ it anymore and just leave me again. Please, just get out of my house.”

He stared at you, obviously taken aback.

“Well, are you going to get out or not?” you asked him.

“Uh, yeah. Sure. But please just know, I really did miss you. I just didn’t know if you missed me,” he said before he turned away, walking out of your front door.

[pwnyta]

Nobody ASKED for any of my shitty Pokemon character doodles... BUT IM IN A MOOD.

SO yall have to deal with it.

This is under a read more so dont come at me about it being annoyingly long. Blame Dumblr. Theres a SHIT TON OF DOODLES UNDER THE CUT.

First off I wanted to give Holly a whole classroom of friends... it wasnt GONNA be an all girls school... but I kept crankin of little girly Mons....

I dont actually have a shiny Darumaka or Eevee... but theyre two of my favorite shinies...

I drew these four after so theyre a bit different in style. Shiny Swirlex has the same excuse as the other two shinies... I just love the shiny colors

They also needed a teacher so I repurposed one of my older characters because I thought itd be funny to have a swan teacher... cuz swans are so scary but they care for their babies well.

Darla and Delilah can be bothered with threats because theyre safe with Mr Shandra.

Mikhail only takes classes that are small enough to fit under his wingspan so he can keep them all safe. And Eva and Tiffany learn from the best and just get pissed off like their teacher.

((Hes more bark than bite though... hes not a great fighter and a double weakness to Electric? Garbo. But he puts up a convincing enough front.))

And because he was a swan I gave him a life mate. The only other being that gets any softness from him.

He was an ex pirate.

Mikhail has no interest in criminals!!! So the captain gave up the pirate life and married a very short tempered bird and gained a lot of weight...because I wanted him chubby.

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‘’Spider’’, Esi, and dear ol Dad. Despite Reds best efforts to keep Esi out of Osborns hands he still ended up an immensely shady bastard but at least hes not as broken as ‘’Spider’’.

I didnt finish their moms because I couldnt settle on a design for Spiders mum....

Now Spider works for Caedere his beloved boss who would never ever lie to him ever. (Hint: Spiders nature is ‘naive’)

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I tried revamping Ray and Hebanon...  but Ray still gay as hell for his boy.

I bullied Sparky a little. He’ll probably be fine even if Rays got a Mega evo. Its the name of the game Ray... hes supposed to knock his opponent out... you cant get pissed when ever Hebanon gets fucked up in battle.

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Did I post these? Am I ever gonna finish these character sheets? No. And look I forgot the most pressing detail of Zippos and thats his fuckin Arbok mark on his back. IM A FOOL.

Kreetan and his mum and dad.

So many little comic things I’ll never finish because theres too many and instead of just stopping and finishing something I keep adding to my unfinished doodles instead. This is why I dont take requests or anything.

I time where Leif and Cyndy actually grow up?

THEY ALL HAVE CAT EARS.

Zippo is curious.

.....AS A CAT.

Polly is here too!! And shes ready to punch someone RIGHT IN THE NOODLE.

I also thought itd be nice to draw out some other Chars of Zippo and Crizs generation.

Theyre.. as you may have guessed are not finished yet.

Clem is a timid lad, Mira... not so much. Very brave

Addy is a modest princess type

Jubilee is a sassy lass.

And Criz. A sweet bashful boy whos never done anything wrong and certainly will not die because no one would be cruel enough to let that happen.

((EYES EMOJI))

Babby Clem, Addy, and Jubilee.

WHO’RE THESE ASSHOLES?!

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Updated Mistletoe. One spooky righteous(in his own mind) lad.

She only looks stoic to start... but shes quite the weirdo.

She just got here and shes ready to go home. What a mood.

Now for some less polished individuals....

Meh meh meh lookit me IM OMI. Im gonna put three of the exact same Pokemon in the same group so Pwnyta has to suffer tryna come up with different designs.

...But I do like them. I imagine that they remain Ekans because they wont need the mark of their tribe so no one will no where they come from. So spooky.

I was torn between the codename ‘Sundown‘ and ‘Daybreak‘ for Crobat.

By day hes a wholesome trustworthy priest... by night he tortures people for a shady shady bug man. He’ll determine if youre truly innocent.

Doc has to deal with all these fuckin weirdos... he just wants to be a doctor... BUT AT WHAT COST DOC?!

This is a sequel to the doodle comic I was makin in a previous post... Kop and Doc develop an interesting friendship (In Kops mind. Its more a ‘stalker with a crush’ situation) But hey if Kops not being paid then hes got no reason to hurt Doc.

...Docs a fun character to bully because hes so smarmy and small.

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AND NOW FOR SOME SCIENCE BITCHES.

A man of few words and an intense curiosity with mortal beings and his own existence.

A spooky lad who doesnt quite mean to torment his subordinates... its just his Pressure.

Id imagine his form changes are a bit like Iron Man in IW when hes fighting Thanos.

I drew some more science bitches...

Some casual clothes for the original three stooges.

Shes deaf Franz! She cant hear you.

Ya know IDK if itd be ‘canon‘ that they all met as kids... I just thought itd be cute. Little psychic babies all doofin off together... the most troublesome one being asleep 90% of the time due to being an Abra.... and narcoleptic. Abra sleep so much naturally... Geller sleeps even MORE... thats why hes so incredibly smart even for an Alakazam.

I had a whole little redo sketch comic idea of Mewtwo breakin loose and fuckin shit up.... (its never been finished)

Franz tries to put him to sleep. (it doesnt work. He needs Emanuel and Nola to save him and he gets his arm broken for bein such a cheeky lad.)

Mewtwo doesnt have too much of a problem with Geller due to his soft spot for kids and pure desire for knowledge... but if hes gonna protect the other assholes then PERISH.

Dont worry though big boss Deo wont let his subordinates die let alone the second smartest after him... and saves them all pretty easy. A sharp tentacle arm through the chest will stop even Mewtwo.

Some booboos happen tho...

But hes fine eventually and finds his ex wife home watchin the kids.

Shes promptly expelled.

Geller also goes back for Dilla and steals him. Lifes too short not to adopt an ancient fossil baby.

Emanuel isnt delighted... but he doesnt have the heart to call the authorities on a man who risked his life to save him.

Fossil Mons come in two types-- Resurrected fossils which have the skin color of the primary coloring of their Pokemon form so they can be solid black or blue or red or w/e... Ancestors of ancient Pokemon have normal skin tones.

And another comic sketch idea... where Geller and Roswell are gifted with some fancy new Mega stones... Ros? Not too keen on the idea hes seen what can happen to a bitch when they Mega Evo... he aint got time for that. Geller goes HARD for SCIENCE.

Ros: Geller I know your a spoon guy but stick a fork in that bastard cuz hes done. COOKED. If he thinks im riskin my ass for his bullshit. Lets go tell him off together (im scared to go without you...)

Geller: We experiment on living things all the time for the sake of scientific progress.... are we really too good to be subject to our own studies?

Ros: YES. ABSOLUTELY.

After seeing Geller use his without hesitation, putting his body through a world of hurt for the sake of SCIENCE!!! Ros couldnt pussy out on his boy...

His Mega is just FABULOUS and now he loves it.

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I was also makin a team with the Pokemon that have the highest stats (non Legends/Psudos/Megas) but I got bored after Blissey. She has a Togekiss wife I didnt finish either... Oh well.

Shes a bold lass and prefers double battles with her support wife. She doesnt like using dangerous moves as its in her nature as a Blissey to heal.

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(I forgot his whiskers... OH WELL)

I wanted to give Flaminio some people who missed him after he got spirited away by his Ghosts.

After he disappeared people looked for him but he was never found and years and years went by and people stopped looking. Even Clove and Ceto had to move on.

Koban is a loyal bitch though and he never let it go. He still wants his friend back. Hes an old boy now... so old people probably call him ‘Nekomata‘ and wonder when his tail is gonna split.

[letsaskdrstyle]

Prompt: Celes finds out Chihiro's a boy, but decides to make him a perfectly good maid who can make "Milk Tea." (Corruption, Mind Break, Crossdressing, femdom, foot jobs, cock milking)

It was close to Night Time but that Didn't stop Chihiro.. After Monokuma gave the motives of everyone on their secrets, he needed to be strong, And he knew Mondo would help... He hoped. Wearing his normal dress though didn't help his emotions, he was tired of being a girl and needed to be a boy once and for all both emotionaly and Phyiscay. The programmer searched for a tracksuit, meanwhile he didn't even notice the soft clicking of heels of another person, Celeste. She was doing patrol of the first level to see anyone was gonna obey her rule. After Sayaka’s death, Celeste knew that Someone might kill, Even mores so with the motive of their secret. She bit her lip when she read hers, How did Monokuma knew that Celeste gets off on boys cumming for her? Netherless, She figured to knock two problems at once, One being her current thought process of thinking of her secrets, and to make sure no one was out tonight she did a stroll. She heard some rustling near the recenttally open Wearhouse.. And as they say curiously killed the cat, Celeste went to see who it was. There Was Chihiro stuffing a blue tracksuit in a duffel bag. “Ok Now to find him” Chihiro said in his high pitched voice that made him sound more like a girl. 

“Chihiro... What you doing here?” Celeste made her presents know with the programmer, and Chihiro yelped in shock and surprise. He panted a few times.. He knew he couldn't tell the truth to her.. “umm.. you see..” Celeste then Saw the duffle bag with the tracksuit.. She got steamed, but she didn't show it.. The queen of liars was great at hiding her emotions.. unless you really press it. “Are you perhaps off to train?” Celeste said calmly as Chihiro stuttered his words, He wanted gone and fast. “umm that's right. I am actually meeting someone.. I should hurry.” Celeste Crossed her arms at the programmer, While on the one hand She could just let Chihiro out.. but on the other hand.. she was out on her quest to make sure no one broke her rule So she just simply said bluntly. “Sorry, dearie, I can’t let that happen, Its almost night time and you don't want to break the rule of being out... Right?” Celeste Made sure Chihiro heard that last bit by adding a bit of venom to her words. Chihiro continued to shake.. The gambler was right.. they made a promise to not go out.. but at same time.. She needed to get strong without a few know his secret. “S-sorry Celeste.. I really need to head out.. I promise though I will Not head out during night again.” Celeste Sighed.. she didn't want to play bad cop.. But she needed make her rules were as serious as the rules Monokuma gave. “That simply wont do. You will report to your room for the time being...” *she grabbed the arm of the programmer.. and as the two was about to leave, Chihiro Just tried escape, But instead He tripped on Top of Celeste, his face near her chest and her small breasts.

Celeste was furious, Meanwhile Chihiro had no idea what he did.. but as he looked up he realized where was.. and blushed hard.. “O-oh Celeste! I am so sorry! Please forgive me!” he tried get up but that only made it worst as he brushed against her nipples, Where Celeste just simply gasped in arousal.. “Y-you little!” Is all she could muster but Celeste noticed something.. Different, as Chihiro tried to remove himself.. despite of having bloomers on.. she felt something poke her when she gasped... could it be? Meanwhile Chihiro got to his feet and just rapidly bowed in front of her, begging for forgiveness. “I promise I will go to my room and I Wont bother you again! Just please forgive me!” Celeste just simply Stood up brushed her gothic clothes off any dirt.. and just simply coughed.. Regaining her Composer for the time being. “Chihiro.. I must ask.. Is there something you are hiding and I do mean that in more ways then one~” She said with a giggle. Meanwhile Chihiro couldn't figure out what she was talking about... unless.. oh no he thought... Could the gambler figure out his secret? He needed Celeste Quiet and fast. “W-wait Celeste I can explain.. Just please Don't tell the others!” Celeste just kept her usual poker face.. But she giggled as she just simply stated. “Oh don’t you worry.. I am best at secrets after all~ But you are now in my debt.. And I know how you can make it up.. If you would.. follow me..” She made her way to the dorm hallway as Chihiro just was nervous as what Celeste had in mind but still he had to make sure his secrets was safe so he followed her and got into the gamblers room.

Celeste simply sat down and removed her red heels showering her black stockings, Chihiro looked around for moment as Celeste pulled her tea cup with a sly grin.. “I am sure you are familiar with my milk Tea, Today you will provide my milk for tonight~” *She giggled as Chihiro took a breath of relaxation, as he Took the tea cup.. but then relized that soon the Dinning hall will be closed. “Umm Celeste you know I cant go that fast to make you the milk tea as the dinning hall will be closed and The milk is in the refrigerator.” *she just dismissed him with a wave of her pale hand. “I Think you are mistaken.. You are the milk for today My dear boy~” She giggles as Chihiro Blushed.. She couldn't be serious right? “Lay down and lower your skirt and panties...Quickly now.” Well that answered that.. The programmer was blushing hard.. could he really do this? After a mini debate.. He knew his secrets was too hard for him to have out.. at least not yet. He Just obeyed the gambler as he laid on Celeste’s bed and removed his skirt and bloomers. Out in the open was his hard cock, twitching from the breeze, feeling sensitive for him as he breathed slowly. 

Celeste then took her feet, And then began rubbing his cock..all with a smile that was simply devilish. Her toes in-between his throbbing cock as he moaned from pleasure, His face getting more and more red.” C-celeste! your feet... I cant take it!” Meanwhile the gambler simply ran her tongue along her ruby lips. “Just be a good boy and give me what I want..your milk and you will refere to me as mistress~” *Chihiro just obeyed her.. he didn't want the feeling to stop any time soon “Y-yes Mistress! Just please let me continue feeling good!” The tea cup that Celeste had made its way near Chihiro’s stomach, ready to collect the programmers milk. She just conintued to move her feet as she stroked the harden cock, Chihiro moaning in pleasure.. She knew she was enjoying this.. soon tasting that milk from the programmer. “M-mistress please continue! I am so hard right now!” Chihiro said as he squirmed and arched his back.. His balls churning as he was about release, Meanwhile Celeste still had her devilish smile as she milked him. “give me my Milk Chihiro. Sastify your Mistress!” With that final push of encouragement The programmer released his load. The cum spilling on the Tea cup as Celeste giggled and licked her lips again, She would push Chihiro out of the way.. dismissing him.. meanwhile She would drink the cum... Chihiro.. Simply left the room. Hoping that he didn't have to do that again.. as he went to the gym...

Thanks for the prompt! if anyone else wants to send me a prompt please let me know.. It might take longer then ask.. and I am not sure if I can ask for commissions for it.. if anyone can help me with that dm me. Untill then see you in the next post!