#i'm not ready for coc to be over!!

[onepintobean]

COC day 27 | Gift

[prettygoododds]

Thank you so much @rimeswithpurple @emeryhall @roomwithanopenfire @monbons @nausikaaa @artsyunderstudy and @martsonmars for the tags! You can definitely tell everyone is done digging themselves out of the holidays and countdown. I'm loving all the content I'm seeing.

I've particularly liked seeing some people's fandom's resolutions. It made me think of my own.

I spent a lot of last year trying to find a good balance between the things I'm obligated to do and the things I want to do. By the time the COC hit, I was in the mindset that the things I needed to do were too much and I had to skip COC this year. This made me incredibly angry and resentful. I hated that the thing I wanted to do was the thing I gave up. So, with spite fueling me forward, I did the COC and I'm so glad I did. But that did make me reflect on how I proceed.

I'm not going to overthink things. I'm going to do the things that make me happy. And what makes me happy is this fandom, the supportive people in it and writing. I need to lean on other folks for the things that are obligations. I don't have to do all the things, but I should at least do the things that bring me joy.

That being said, who wants to see a little of that joy?

Picket Fence blurb:

This happens again and again.  An almost blowie in his kitchen, a hot and heavy grind on his sofa that came to an abrupt halt when his aunt stopped by, and one unfortunate tumble in his garden that ended with both of us thorny and grumpy. And look, I’m all for edging, but not like this. Not spread out over days and days and with no actual end in sight.  I’m ready to explode. Literally.

A non-Carry On blurb (A Power Unbound Jack/Alan) :

“Apologies my lord,” Alan says back, breathing heavily into neck. “I wasn’t expecting you.” “Am I to understand you are always entertaining handsome men at your desk then?” “There was a handsome man at my desk?” Alan says cheekily. “I only saw you, my lord. Who could see anyone else once you’re in the room.” “You do not have to placate me,” Jack growls, frustrated by his own insecurities. “I know a younger, better man when I see one.” “You’ll have to point them out to me next time,” Alan says, catching Jack’s chin in his fingers and forcing him to look him in the eyes. “For I saw no one who could hold a candle to my stubborn aristocrat.” Jack has to close his eyes and absorb that last sentence.

I have something else that I'll be posting soon, but I don't want to spoil it so just know you'll see something soon-ish.

I've also got to start work shopping something for the COBB. If anyone has an idea I would not be opposed to a little jump start because I am stuck.

Ok, well, I feel this got wordy. Thanks if you stayed to the end. Here's some very non-pressure tags:

@ic3-que3n @dohrnaira @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @imagineacoolusername

@shemakesmeforget @ivelovedhimthroughworse @wellbelesbian @aristocratic-otter @cutestkilla

@blackberrysummerblog @supercutedinosaurs @nightimedreamersworld @valeffelees @iamamythologicalcreature

@shrekgogurt @ileadacharmedlife @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @hushed-chorus @youarenevertooold

@noblecorgi @talentpiper11 @bookish-bogwitch

[bteezxyewriter12]

Choreo

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 2k

Includes- Seonghwa chair dance and outfit🔥🥵, chair sex, cock riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxminnie @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

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Apparently it's Seonghwa week on my blog 😆. I just had to write it after I saw the gif

J POV

"Holy shit", I whisper as I watch Seonghwa dance the choreo from a monitor backstage

Some piece not fabric is in his mouth as he drops to his knees and I gaped, so turned on

"Oh my fucking god", Binna gasps next to me, "Seonghwa is fucking hot"

I just nod, having no words to say

The outfit the stylists put him in is insane

Tight black leather pants, short leather jacket and just...I don't know...a ripped up shirt, his body exposed

I had such a hard time doing his makeup when he sat down in the chair with that fucking outfit on

I had less than two minutes to darken his eyeshadow before he had to go back on stage and my hand was shaking the whole time

And he was just smirking at me

But watching this, I doubt anyone is looking at his makeup

Everything on the stage changes quickly and suddenly Seonghwa is in a chair, dancing on it while he sits

My mouth drops as he does some kind of slow hip thrust, then another quick one right after before standing up

My brain is malfunctioning as I watch this and I just hope some ATINY gif-ed this moment so I can see it again and again

As it is it's burned in my brain but I think I need it on video too

My panties are uncomfortably wet and it's so frustrating because I don't think I'm going to see him tonight

We just have casual sex together

It started months ago when we were in the dressing room alone together and he just kissed me

I knew it didn't mean anything to him, it's just sex

I don't even know if he's sleeping with other women but I wouldn't be surprised if he is

He's Park fucking Seonghwa for Christ sakes

Any girl here will drop their panties for a quickie with him

And I don't want to know if he sleeps with anyone else

I don't need to know

I know he'll never feel for me like I do for him and right now, I'm not willing to give up sex with him

I'll take what I can get and not complain

I hurry to get Seonghwa's make up ready

He's coming off the stage now and has some time as now the guys are doing their subunit songs

Hongjoong and Seonghwa are performing later on

But he still needs to change and get everything touched up

Seonghwa comes in, walking straight to me

He takes the makeup out of my hands and tosses it on the table

He grabs my hand, then pulls me with him, leading me away from backstage

I'm so confused and I just follow him, wondering where the fuck we're going

We're in the middle of a concert

He pulls me into a dressing room, flicking the light on, slamming the door closed, locking it

He wordlessly turns to me, his mouth crashing against mine

Fire races through my cells from his kiss, his hands pulling down my sweatpants and panties

"Off", he says between kisses, shrugging out of his jacket as I step out of my bottom clothes

His warm hands slide under my shirt, pushing it up

Breaking the kiss, he pulls it over my head, drops it to the floor then gets my bra off, his shirt following

Taking my hand again, he leads me to a chair in the room, which he sits on

"Ride my cock", he asks, looking at me with lust

"Uh what?"

"I know you were watching the choreo backstage. I know you saw the whole chair dance with the hip thrusts", he says, undoing his pants, "The whole time I was doing that all I could think about was you on my cock. Bouncing hard, thrusting into you, your pussy creaming my dick, coming on me. And I want it now"

With that he pulls his pants and boxers down, his hard cock standing straight up, cum leaking from his slit

I can't help myself, I immediately climb in his lap, sinking down on his cock right away

We both moan at the contact, his thick length forcing me open around him as my pussy sucks him inside

"Oh fuck, yes", he cries, "Yes"

I move my hips in a circle as he bottoms out, grinding on him, getting his head right against my spot

He grips my hips hard, slouching down in the chair, sitting half off, half on it

"Bounce jagi", he whimpers

I lean on his shoulders, sliding up his cock all the way to his head then drop down, taking all of him in one shot

"Oh god, yes", he groans as I move faster, bouncing hard and fast on his perfect cock

Pleasure explodes in my body as I ride him, moaning like a slut

"Fuck, you're so wet for me", he pants, his eyes roaming my body, "Did my dancing make you this horny?"

"Yes", I confirm, grinding on him as I take him in, his head rubbing my spot, my cunt clenching him repeatedly

My god, it feels so fucking good

"Mm baby you don't know how horny that part of the choreo gets me. Every time I had to practice it all I thought about was you, on my cock, just like this"

"Me?", I ask in shock

"Yeah you. You're tiny cunt crushing my cock, you're sexy body on display for me, your gorgeous face in pleasure because of me, you're pretty moans that are all for me. Fuck", he groans, "I normally daydream about you but this choreo amped up the day dreaming"

Did he just say he daydreams about me?

Is he serious?

Or is it just sex talk?

"I just fucking want you all the time", he murmurs, "Wanna see you impaled on my cock just like this, see these pretty tits bounce in my face. Watch this pussy cream my cock just like you're doing now"

I know I am, I can feel how utterly soaked I am, drenching his lap as well as his dick

"Wanna kiss you all the fucking time, want to be around you, want to have you in my arms", he whimpers, "I just want you"

I meet his gaze, saying, "You have me Hwa. Anytime"

He bites his lip nodding, "You have me jagi. Always"

I smile, even though I know it's just something he's saying right now

Once he cums, it'll be back to normal

His hands rub up my back, travelling to my boobs, squeezing softly, his thumbs rubbing my nipples sending pleasure straight to my pussy

"Mm yeah fuck, get tighter baby. Fuck", he begs

I oblige, clenching his cock as I fuck him, his breath hitching

"God, you're so fucking pretty for me, riding my cock like you belong on it"

"Mmm hmm Hwa", I whimper, his cock bringing me closer and closer

He's so fucking big, filling me to the brim with no room to spare, spreading me open so fucking wide

So pleasurably

I lean my forehead against his, pumping his cock in and out of me, wanting to cum all over him

"Kiss me", he asks and I press my lips against his

He kisses me eagerly, hungrily, his tongue against mine, his fingers tangling in my hair

As I come down his cock again, he thrusts up, going in so much deeper and I'm thrown head first into a mind shattering orgasm

"Seonghwa", I moan in his mouth, moving my arms around his neck, my fingers buried in his curly hair, pleasure wracking my body

"Yes baby", he murmurs between kisses, "Cream my cock just like that baby. Fuck yes"

As I finish, his hands slide down to my hips, his hips slowly roll up, meeting my bounces, plunging so deeply inside my pussy

We break the kiss, both of us moaning loudly as the pleasure increases

His hips keep moving, slowly rolling, thrusting into my cunt as I come down his length, just like in the choreo

We move together like that, clinging onto each other, our sweat mixing, our moans loud

The utter wet sound of his cock sinking into my cunt again and again is so pretty, a sound both Seonghwa and I love

As of on cue he moans, "Mm do you hear how loud this pussy is for me?"

I nod, his eyes moving down, watching where we meet

"Fuck, I wish you could see how perfect your cunt looks around my cock. Like you belong wrapped around me"

In this moment, I wish I could see it too

"Do you feel how hard I am for you?", he asks, rolling his hips up, his head rubbing my spot, stars blasting in my vision, "Do you?"

"Yes", I whine, shivers running up my spine

"Only get this hard for you", he murmurs, shocking me again, "I've never fit inside someone as perfectly ask I fit inside you. You feel it don't you? Like I was made for you. Like we were made for each other?"

I nod, the pleasure reaching a fever pitch

A few more thrusts and I'm coming

"Cum for me jagi and I'll fill your pretty little pussy"

"Fuck, Seonghwa!", I cry as he buries his cock deep inside me, pure ecstacy slamming into me, my body shaking on top of him, pussy throbbing around his fat cock

"Yes jagi, oh fuck", he cries, holding me down on him, his warm cum spilling into me, "Yes Joanne, fuck baby. Yes"

His cum fills me right up, feeling so satisfying

I lean my forehead against his as his body shakes slow down

We both breath hard as the pleasure leaves us

I press a kiss to his forehead then I climb off him, his cum leaking down my legs

There's no tissues her and I can't do anything about it right now

So I just get to my clothes, pulling my underwear on

I hear him moving as we both get our clothes back on

I feel him behind me, his fingers holding mine and turning me to him

I look up at him as he presses a soft kiss to my lips

"Can I come over after the concert?", he asks

I blink in surprise

"Uh really?", I ask

I assumed since he got sex he'd be good for awhile

At least when it comes to me

He nods, "I just want to be with you"

My mouth drops, confusion taking over, "What? Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"I uh...I mean why do you want to be with me? You just had sex with me. Why not another girl you sleep with?"

Shock enters his face and I wonder what I said that was wrong

"I don't sleep with other girls Joanne"

He doesn't?

I am so fucking confused

"You don't?"

"No! Of course not!", he exclaims

Of course not?

How the hell am I suppose to know that?

"I know we never made anything official and I have the fuck boy image but I don't sleep around. I have sex with one person. You"

"Oh", I say stupidly

"Jo, look...I don't know what you were thinking about me but I'm not a player. I don't have multiple women I sleep with. In fact you are the second person I ever slept with"

Only second?

"The first was with my high school girlfriend"

He's only had one girlfriend?

It's kinda blowing my mind

"And I didn't feel for her what I feel for you"

My heart beats harder as I raise my gaze to him, "How you feel?"

He nods, "I love you"

What?

How?

When?

What?

"I'm completely in love with you Joanne. That's why I want to be around you all the time. That's why I think about you all the time. Everything I said during sex is the truth", he confesses, "I just didn't think you'd think I was sleeping with other girls"

"I just...you and me...it doesn't make sense", I blurt, "You're everything, a popular idol who can get anyone you want. Why would you want me of all people? I'm a nobody"

"You're not a nobody to me", he says softly

"I...I'm sorry I thought badly about you", I apologize

He smiles softly, "It's ok. It comes with the image. But now you know it's not true"

I nod, "Oh and by the way, I'm completely in love with you too"

An even bigger smile bursts on his face and it is fucking gorgeous

"Yeah?", he ask shyly

I nod, "Yeah. Like a stupid amount"

He laughs, "I know what you mean"

I guess he does

Which blows my mind

"So we can be together?", he asks shyly

"Of course. I want you Hwa. You're the only one I want"

He smiles, coming closer, leaning his forehead in mine, "You're the only one I want Jo"

"Good", I tell him, moving my arms around his neck, "And yes, you can come over after the concert. Tonight and every night"

"Perfect", he whispers, his lips pressing against mine in a soft kiss full of love

[lu3ky777]

Celestia sees Makoto as more worthy of some like her compared to someone like Kyoko she's tried to give hints to him that he should leave Kyoko and be with her, but it looks like she'll have to simply take what rightfully belongs to her

(WARNING: this ask includes NTR/Cuckolding)

Celestia was a woman of class and taste, she felt like she deserved everything she wanted because of her “royal” appearance and personality. She ate the highest class food, drank the best tea, and of course went to the very best school in the world. But despite this she still hadn't accomplished her dream yet, but for that she needed servants who would worship her day and night. She had ranked all of the students in her class when she came to the conclusion that she wanted Makoto, of course this soon came with the realization that Kyoko had already tamed the boy. Who the hell was she to have what Celestia wanted? She didn't even have an ass half as fat as her! 

Celestia decided that Makoto was not only on the table, but her first servant. After all, all is fair in love and war is it not? Frustratingly enough Makoto didn't notice her obvious advancements. The man was like a brick wall not noticing how she would bend over and wiggle her ass when picking things up, how she dressed in lewder (but still classy and elegant) clothes when she was spending time with him. But then again his innocence was his main appeal, that and that huge member she saw whenever she was doing lewd things for him. She would need to get it through his (and Kyoko's) thick skulls who really belonged to who. 

Celestia considered herself more intelligent than everyone else and her plan to manipulate both Kyoko and Makoto going flawlessly surely helped to inflate her ego. She faked a letter from Kyoko to Makoto, telling him to meet Kyoko for some fun in her room as soon as class got out. Of course Makoto didn't find Kyoko but instead found a mostly naked Celestia, only in black underwear and a bra both had feathers. (she says it feels better but really she thinks it's more classy) As she had her massive ass face Makoto she smiled sinisterly as Makoto shut the door behind him, his massive cock getting longer and longer as it pressed against his pants hard. Before he could muster up the courage to ask why she was here, Celestia answered him “I've decided you get to be my servant Makoto, as a reward you will get to fuck my perfect royal ass cheeks. Kyoko should be here in a couple hours, but I imagine that this will take more than two hours~” Makoto would have resisted, but damn those cheeks were too perfect~ He stripped down without saying a word, his enormous cock ready for pleasure.

~2 hours later~

Kyoko had came back to her room when she noticed something strange, she usually would keep a piece of lead in the door of her room so she would know if someone went into her room. Clearly someone had gone trespassing, she would have to report it later unless it was just Makoto who came to surprise her. She smirked as she entered the room to immediately be met by loud moans from Makoto, the rooms were soundproof so she heard all of what happened as she walked in and forgot to close the door. Makoto was naked on her bed, which was a filthy mess covered by cum and seems to have been tilted from intense sex. She thought this because Celestia was on top of Makoto giving him the best assjob of his life, slamming herself onto him as his whole cock was swallowed by the cheeks that made Makoto almost scream in moans. Finally Celestia spoke “Ah~ she's finally here, Naegi will you tell her?” Makoto moaned through his response “I'm Celestia's servant now~ she said I can't be your boyfriend though~” Celestia slapped his cock “What else Naegi?” “Also~ her ass is so much bigger~ and her tits are way better~~~” Makoto shouted as he came all over Himself, with only some droplets reaching Celestia.

Celestia jerked his cock until it was hard again, then she put it in her pussy and bounced up and down his cock extremely fast and extremely hard. Kyoko could have screamed at them to leave the room, she could have told an official or her father to get them out, she could have even completed for Makoto. But she just stood there helpless and horny, she saw how dominant, hot, and just much she outclassed Kyoko. All Kyoko could bring herself to do was masturbate herself while staring. As Celestia brought herself up and down his cock with mighty slams, she felt part of her bed creek and some part fell off but that was Kyoko's problem~

About 20 minutes later Makoto came a massive load into Celestia's pussy, which resulted in a slap to his face “I thought I told you not to cum inside!” Still she smiled since she had a plan for this, since she expected this from Makoto. She walked over to Kyoko and forced her onto her knees “Lick up his cum, it's the last you'll ever taste of his” Kyoko obediently began licking it out of her, all while Celestia laughed at her effortless dominance over Kyoko and Makoto. Makoto was getting hard again as Celestia smiled at him, she got what belonged to her~

[helenarlett-rex]

Gorge World: Part 2

This post is a continuation from Part 1.

So starting out with my test play of Gorge World, I have decided on the modern setting out of the three available settings in the book.

Welcome to Ahmurica, brought to you by the Coalition of Corporations (CoC). It’s 1997 and there’s a War. A fast food cold war of sorts, as leading restaurant chains fight for dominance. A boost in integrated circuitry during the corporate conflict has caused a variety of growing pains. Neon has yet to be discontinued but LED shines bright in car dashboards. Cassettes still hold on while CDs and cartridges now hold enough data for 3D graphics, with new influence from ‘the Net’. Plastic shelled robots follow their owners commands to some degree of accuracy. To the point where even medical diagnostics and treatment is somewhat automated. And with all of this new progress, all corporations have used it for its advertisement and indoctrination. And it worked somewhat, as sects of brand loyalists dedicate their lives to the consumption of the brand and even fight for it. While others try their best to keep to themselves and live lives the way they want.

I will also be playing the game solo though use of the Mythic Game Master Emulator. It's not like I have anyone else who's going to play this particular game with me. I was lucky to get my regular gaming group to play Hc Svnt Dracones. If I tried pitching this to them... well... it's not going to happen. Besides, I want to actually play this... not just run it for someone else...

So I've got my little Helen mini ready for adventure, but she needs something to actually be doing. Let's start with a pretty standard setup. How about she goes out to grab something to eat? This is Burgerberg after all. Their society seems pretty centered around fast food. And if I look on Helen's sheet, we can see I listed her favorite food as "chicken," so if I look at the setting document in the book I don't see a place to get actual chicken, but I do see here that we have a place called Cheekin Chapel.

Cheekins (not to be confused with chickens) are delicious fat raptor-like creatures known for their white meat. Thus they are great for frying, amongst the other protein sources. No restaurant is known more for its fried cheekin than “Cheekin Chapel”, with its plus sized hen nun mascot holding a collection platter full of fried cheekin. As the pioneer of serving food in cardboard buckets, Cheekin Chapel is one of the few restaurant chains not suffering from growing pains due to the increased demand for larger portions. Even going so far as to up the size of its biscuits to that of burger buns. The current CEO, a very rotund shortstack eagle known as Gazette Gilded, daughter of the previous CEO Garter Gilded, is shrewd in her business practices and runs a tight ship. Also known for her loud angry yelling that can be heard three floors in either direction. Rumor has it she lives a double life hanging around malls and bars under the nickname “Glitter”.

This will do, I think. It may not be actual chicken, but it's close enough.

Forgive my medieval tavern full of human patrons, but I don't exactly have a KFC setup. Helen has poor eyesight anyways so I'm sure she can't tell the difference.

Helen goes up to the front counter to place an order, but I'm thinking she really wanted some actual chicken. So she's going to ask the bartender- I mean, fast food attendant... if he had any "specials" he can offer her. *Wink wink*

Does he? We'll have to consult the Fate Chart in the Mythic GM Emulator.

We are only just starting out so the Chaos Rank starts out at the default of 5, and I think the chances of them having any actual chicken they are just going to hand over to whatever random customer comes in and asks is Very Unlikely.

And we rolled 39. So that's a no. It's not an exceptional no, however. It's just a basic no. What that's telling me is that while he's telling her no, he's not being completely straightforward with her. He may actually have some chicken, or at least know where to get it. But now the question is, does Helen realize he's not being totally honest with her? She'll need quickness of mind here, so that's going to require an Agility roll. Helen's only got one pip in Agility, so she rolls 1 die, and we are going to say this an Average difficulty roll.

And that is a failure... So Helen does not pick up on the fact that he isn't being completely straight with her.

So then... with nothing else to do, I guess Helen will order a meal and go sit down to eat. She will order Fire Flakes. The book doesn't tell me what Fire Flakes actually are, so let's just assume it's like, spicy chicken strips or something... That will cost her 1 Trinket of currency and the book says it "Fills 1 point of Fullness."

Now my next question is, does anything happen while she's eating? We are going to go back to the GE Emulator to find out by rolling on the Event Focus Table.

And we rolled a 38, which is Move Towards a Thread. Hmm... We haven't actually pulled out the Mythic adventure sheet and added any threads yet, but I guess we do sort of have one now... "Find Real Chicken." So I'm going to go ahead and add that to the sheet.

So now that we have an actual thread to move towards, we need to figure out how we are doing that, or what is moving us towards it. For that we will roll on Mythic's Event Meaning chart. And by rolling two d100s I got Abuse The Physical...

Hmm... Okay, yeah... So I think what happens is, while Helen is eating she notices the bartender getting rough with one of the waitresses.

Let's say that she drops a serving tray and spills someone's food all over the floor and the bartender comes out and starts yelling at her. It says Abuse The Physical so let's say he actually slaps her. And being a woman herself, Helen won't stand for that.

She jumps to the waitress's defense and is going to try to make the bartender back down. We're going to use a Force roll to try to make the bartender back off as she bares her teeth and roars at him. And Helen has 2 pips in Force so she'll be rolling 2 dice for this.

Oh my god. And it's worse than a fail. It's a Flub. In Gorge World a Flub is basically like rolling a Critical Failure and the character is punished in some way. Now the rules say a GM may cause something bad to happen or evoke one of a character’s various features in a negative way. Since my GM is an emulator I'm going to have to roll to find out which of the two it wants to do. This will just be a simple 50/50 roll so we'll just roll a d4. Evens something bad happens, odds we evoke one of character’s features.

And I rolled a 4, so that's even. Something bad happens. And to find out what, we will again ask the Event Meaning Chart.

Lie Advice... Ah, okay. I know what this is. The bartender, completely unshaken by having this angry T-Rex roaring in his face, is going to "advise" Helen to back down and make up some kind of lie as to why she should. I'm going to roll one more time to find out what that lie is.

Negligence The innocent...? Oh, maybe he tells her that if they get into a fight there in the restaurant more innocent people are going to get hurt. Yeah, he puts on a show of being tougher than he actually is to make her think that he'll throw her all over the restaurant and create a full barroom brawl kind of situation if she tries to take him on. And because this is the punishment for her Flub Helen doesn't get to roll anything to try and call his bluff. So instead she just backs down and slowly slinks out of the restaurant with her head lowered in defeat.

But that's okay! Because remember, the whole point of this encounter was Move Towards a Thread.

So I think what happens is, after Helen leaves, the waitress chases after her, following her outside, to thank her for trying to stand up for her. And she's going to give Helen some advice on where she can find some actual chicken. And with one more roll that advice is...

Excitement Reality...

Oh... Okay... Yeah, I know what this means. And I will save it for the next post.

To Be Continued

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So after playing my first little session, as short as it was, I do already feel like I am starting to get a handle on the game. I only ended up doing two rolls in the actual game and the rest were all rolling on the Mythic emulator, but they were very simple and straight forward. I'll try making them a bit crunchier as the game progresses by adding in higher difficulties and experimenting with advantages and disadvantages, but so far I like the dice system. I didn't get a chance to try out combat yet either. I was kind of hoping things might go that way with the bartender, but that Flub kind of killed that. We'll see how combat goes when it happens.

As for the setting... This game is made to be played in any setting you want so I could easily homebrew something if I wanted to, but I figured since it's the first time I've ever played I should just use one of the stock settings provided. I didn't even realize it at first, but it's a very Burgerpunk setting. I've heard people joke about Burgerpunk before but I've never seen it actually implemented until now. I mean... I'm playing a TTRPG about trying to find a fucking chicken sandwich... but I'm having fun so I guess that's all that matters.

[dabifixation]

see you later

pairings: dabi x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, angst, major character death, mha manga spoilers, slight gore, MINORS DNI

summary: Dabi knew he had to end things soon before they got out of hand. He knew this wasn't supposed to last long, he told himself that everytime he left your apartment in the early hours of the morning. Until he found himself back here again, in your arms and lost between your thighs.

word count: 4.7k words

"... We encourage everyone to stay at home tonight, as there is a possibility of a severe thunderstorm, along with it flashfloods all over the city..."

The television only served as background noise for you as you moved around your kitchen. Cleaning up the dirty dishes and utensils, a small smile on your lips after the friendly company you had tonight.

It's been a while since you invited your friends over for some supper after the long depressing week you had. You needed that, the entertainment and companionship only they could offer you. You've never laughed or cried so hard in months, telling each other about your sorrows and thoughts for your futures ahead.

Being an adult was never easy, especially in a world full of rejected heroes.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn't heard the warning cough behind you, or the tap against your kitchen counter. But you did give a short shriek when you felt someone wrap their arms around your waist, their chin resting on your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

You relaxed once you felt the familiar warmth of who it was. Only one person in the entire world could be dubbed a walking, breathing furnace, and it was him.

"I missed out on a big meal didn't I?" He drawled, his warm hands rubbing soothing circles against your stomach.

"Maybe if you didn't pop into my life every few months, I would've saved you a plate." You sarcastically replied, but you didn't miss the way how you sounded partially hurt.

You weren't expecting much all those years ago when you found him bloodied and passed out behind your childhood home, and you weren't expecting much now.

You never asked questions, and he never pried in your personal life. You were quite fine with that. Not everyone was an extrovert and had their whole life story ready to be dished out. He was a very private person and you respected that.

He ignored what you said and continued to nuzzle his face into your neck. Using one hand to push your hair over your shoulder, exposing your neck to him.

You suppressed a sigh when you felt his warm lips give short kisses against your neck.

"I've missed you." He breathed cold air into your neck, making you stiffen at those words. He's never said something like that before, not once in the six years since you've known him.

Dabi noticed you stiffen in his arms, but he didn't say a word. He wasn't lying. He did miss you, achingly so.

He missed your stubborn attitude, the sarcastic replies that were on par with his own, the homemade cooking you offered to teach him countless of times that he doubt he'd pay attention to cause he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself. But most importantly he missed you. The way your touch lingered even days after his monthly visits, the way your lips would pay close attention to the magenta scars all over his body, and the different ways you'd say his name depending on what he was doing to you.

God, he was going to miss all of this once he leaves for the League of Villains.

"I've missed you too." You shyly said, you've never admitted these words aloud before and it felt good to tell him that.

"Turn around for me, I wanna see how good you look." He whispered in your neck.

"Dabi I'm wearing nothing but my puppy printed sweater." You deadpanned.

"It doesn't matter, you always look good no matter what." He playfully nipped your ear, making you roll your eyes despite the heat in your body relocating to your cheeks.

You turned around to face him, a beaming smile on your face that was only ever directed at him. Your heart always soared whenever you looked at him. He was beautiful. The most beautiful man you've ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. His eyes were the most vibrant blue you've ever seen, little specks of grey dancing in those pretty blues that were half lidded but always calculative and aware of his surroundings. He licked his lips, bringing your attention to the plump flesh that were an interesting contrast between soft and jagged, and the pink tongue residing in his mouth.

Your eyes were transfixed on his appearance, making sure no hair on his head was missing or any new injuries to his increasing collection. You rested your forehead against his hard chest once you found nothing out of place, letting out a sigh of relief when you finalized that he was okay, and not sporting a limp or any other injury.

"Damn, I stress you out that much huh doll?" You could hear the smirk in his voice, but didn't have the energy to make a snarky remark, only offering him a small smile.

"Your visits are becoming less and less you know, the last time I saw you was five months ago. I was..." so worried about you, you wanted to say. You were so worried that you stayed up everyday, two hours after your initial bedtime hoping that he'd at least show up once in those five months. He didn't, and you were beginning to think he never would, until tonight. You didn't want to tell him that.

He wouldn't care.

You felt embarrassed that you were crying to your friends about him earlier on. Scared that you'd never see him again, not because he's moved on from you as you know there's nothing keeping him here other than sex and a warm bed to crash in, but because you were worried he'd get himself injured or worse. And you didn't like dwelling on what worse could imply.

"I kno–" Dabi's words were cut off by a small sneeze he muffled into his arm. Sneezing twice more before he regained his composure.

You only noticed now that his clothes were slightly damp and heavier than usual. It made your eyesbrows furrow.

"How long were you in the rain Dabi?" You questioned, knowing you wouldn't like whatever answer he'd come up with.

"Ever since your lady friends came by."

"That was over two hours ago? You've been sitting in the rain this entire time?!" You felt your blood pressure rising when he only shrugged at your accusations. It was like arguing with a toddler sometimes.

You sighed again, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I've got a box of mens clothes laying around here somewhere. Go take a shower and I'll get them for you and make you a cup of hot tea."

He quirked one eyebrow up, staring intensely at you.

"What?" You averted your eyes away from his, embarrassed that he was searching your face for something.

He shrugged again, rolling his battered coat off his shoulders and started stripping the rest of his clothes off. You turned around before he could go any further. Busying yourself with getting his tea ready.

Dabi stopped undressing, standing there with nothing but his jeans on. Watching you as you got the correct items in order to make him tea, muttering to yourself about which biscuits he might like with it.

He liked the butterscotch ones, but he didn't bother opening his mouth. Too memorized by the way you moved around so frantically as if he was dying instead of coming down with a small cold.

He liked that about you, he liked a lot of things about you. Especially the way you cared about the simplest things pertaining to him even during moments of intimacy. You treated him like glass even if he didn't offer the same treatment in return, not because he didn't want to, he just didn't know how to go about it.

He frowned.

Dabi was only ever vulnerable around you, and you didn't even realize it. You didn't know the power you had over him, and he'd like to keep it that way. Afraid that you'd use it against him and he wouldn't be able to bring himself to hurt you for that. He could never hurt you.

He found himself walking towards you on impulse, hugging your waist once again. This time pressing his body flush against yours. He heard you gasp and that pulled a smirk out of him.

"Do you know what you do to me?" He gripped your hip with one hand, and snuck the other hand underneath your shirt. His lips against your neck, right above your pulse point.

Your stomach tensed when you felt his hot fingers rubbing soothing circles against it. He pressed you further against him, making you feel the growing length against your ass. You bit your lip, stopping yourself from whimpering too early.

"The way your nipples are perking up so nicely for me in this shirt that's practically transparent is driving me nuts." He snaked his hand further up your shirt, brushing the skin underneath your breasts gently. Your breath caught in your throat as you gripped the counter tightly.

Your panties were clinging to your pussy uncomfortably, you could feel the material getting wetter with each passing second. You tried rubbing your thighs together for some friction, but Dabi wasn't having any of it. He clicked his tongue out of irritation, the hand on your hips falling towards your inner thighs, parting your legs. His hold was strong enough to prevent you from rubbing your thighs together, you wanted to whine when he didn't place his hand right where you wanted them.

Just a little higher.

"I asked you a question doll." He spoke into your hair, taking a deep breath from the rooibos shampoo you used. The smell turned him on even more.

"W-what question?" You whimpered, resting the back of your head onto his chest, sighing out as he brushed the pads of his thumb against your hardened nipples.

"I don't like repeating myself." He growled, pinching your nipples harshly causing you to whimper pathetically in his arms. He continue to tweak at your nipples roughly before groping your breast and fondling it the way he liked.

"Dabi... " You mewled.

"Don't. Don't say my name like that." He gave your nipples a warning pinch.

You bucked up into his hips, involuntarily grinding against his cock. The swollen head rubbing in between your ass despite the jeans restricting him. Making him choke back a groan.

Dabi was just as impatient as was it in his nature to tease. He took his hand away from between your thighs to quickly lick the tips of his index and middle finger, bringing them back towards your aching pussy. You were such a good girl, not once taking the opportunity to touch yourself or rub your thighs together.

He wasted no time in pushing your thong to the side, sucking a deep breath through his teeth when he rubbed his fingers through your slit collecting the thick moisture gathered there. You always got so wet for him.

After coating his fingers in your arousal, he moved his fingers towards the bundle of nerves that had been pulsing ever since he rocked up at your house.

You let out a breathy yes, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Dabi rubbed your clit just the way you liked, grinding it down in tight circles that had your toes curling. He pinched at your clit piercing, knowing how much you liked it when he played with the metal and how easily it could make you gush for him. The pleasure was overwhelming and had you feeling light headed.

Without warning, Dabi plunged those same two fingers into your tight pussy. You bit back a scream as your body jerked and writhed against him. Hips chasing after his fingers as they thrusted deeper into your spongy walls, the palm of his hand grinding against your clit. The stimulation was too much for you.

"Fuck!" You shouted out, bringing your hand down to his, gripping on his wrist tightly so he could go deeper and faster. He could get you cumming around his two fingers alone, he didn't need more than that.

"Dabi please." You begged.

"Please what?" He asked curiously, knowing exactly what you so deeply craved.

The hand around your breast disappeared. He reached for his jeans so he could unzip it and pull it down. A short relieved sigh left his lips once his jeans were pulled down his thighs, just enough to free his heavy cock from all that pressure. He gripped his cock in his free hand, he wanted to feel you around him so bad but he had to be patient, as much as he hated it.

Dabi watched you from underneath his dark lashes, the way your body responded to him in delicious squirms and moans drove him mad. He added pressure to your clit, grinding his palm hard against it. Your body rocked back into him for more, a high pitched wail leaving those beautiful lips he couldn't wait to claim.

"I want you ins- shit shit shit!" He watched your body shaking silently against him, thighs trembling, pussy clamping so hard around his fingers he hissed as he pulled them out and quickly replaced them with his angry, pulsing cock.

"Fuck." Dabi let out breathlessly in your ear, feeling you clench and gush around him as you came. He wasn't prepared for this. To feel you around him after five long excruciating months. He loved the way your pussy gripped onto him after all these years, as if it was the first time all over again.

Dabi pulled your head back by your chin so he could look into your eyes as he drove you into your next orgasm. Ignoring your pained whimpers of pleasure from being overstimulated like this. He dragged his cock slowly out of you, holding back a gasp as he slid out of your warm walls, missing the snug warmth around him, and then slammed right back into you without warning, making you cry out.

Your ass bounced against his thighs as he gained momentum, making him cuss underneath his breath at the squelching noises that came along with it and the mess you made on his jeans. Your hands fell down to Dabi's thighs, gripping them tightly but not tight enough to leave your mark, as he practically seethed from the power trip of fucking you after so long.

The drag of his cock inside you had you nearing your second orgasm so soon, and with the animalistic grunts Dabi let out, you could tell he wasn't too far behind. He usually lasted longer than this, way longer, he underestimated how much he truly missed you it seemed.

"Dhabi... Phleasinside... Please!" He could barely make out what you were saying, a stroke to his ego at fucking you so silly to a point you couldn't use your words properly.

"What doll? Use your words." There was a slight wheeze to his words, your pussy clenching so tightly around him had him close to losing his breath.

"Please cum inside... fuck your cum inside me please. Please!" You momentarily gained back your speech long enough to form coherent sentences. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt your orgasm nearing.

His grip on your hips tightened immensely, no doubt leaving his fingerprints there for days. He wouldn't last much longer and you knew it, the telltale signs of his thighs tensing and the urgent bucking of his hips told you he was close.

Dabi let out a groan so deep from the very depths of his stomach, goosebumps began to rise on your sore arms from the intense sound alone. He forced your head to the back so he could kiss you as he came, making a sound so damn carnal it had you cumming alongside him.

The two of you came together in perfect harmony, your pussy clenching down so hard on his cock it had you lurching forward from the force, breaking the heated kiss. Long strings of hot semen shot up into your awaiting womb, dripping down your thighs when it had no more room to go.

Your breathing was uneven, your chest and throat burning from your screaming session. Forever grateful that you didn't live by your parents anymore, back when you had to muffle all your moans from when you and Dabi used to fool around even back then.

He was no better, his breathing shallow and unsteady.

Dabi didn't pull out just yet, savoring the moment of the two of you being joined as one. His fingers traced the long line running down your back, not caring how sweaty you were as he kissed your shoulders gently in gratitude. After awhile he pulled his softened cock out of you, groaning from the oversensitivity while you winced from the evidence of what took place running down your shaky thighs.

The high from sex quickly came crashing down on him. He wasn't here to have sex with you, it just happened. Guilt began to chew at his mind from what he was about to do next, but the way you looked at him, with those caring eyes someone like him didn't deserve, made him drag this moment out far longer than it should've been.

He wasn't a ''now rather than later'' kind of guy after all.

"Let's get you cleaned up." His stomach churned when he watched you look up at him in confusion.

That's right, Dabi never cared about aftercare or basking in the afterglow. He thought it was unnecessary, but couldn't say he hasn't wondered how it would feel to have you running your fingers through his hair and humming childhood lullabies the way his mother used to do to him.

A pang shot out to his heart at the thought of his mother, quickly stomping those traitorous thoughts from making an appearance tonight. Not now, he thought. Returning his full attention towards you and your warm hand grasping his own. Squeezing it gently to bring him back down to earth.

Usually after he was done he'd leave, not that you were bitter about it or anything. That's just how it was. A small smirk would grace his two-toned lips with a "See you later" sent your way before he left your apartment. It was a little tradition shared between you two, the first time he said it you were still 16, applying ointment to his injuries after you found him in your parents backyard. He abruptly left without so much as a thank you, only offering those three words.

Now whenever he left, he'd always say those words to ease your brewing anxiety in promise of seeing you next time. And he never broke that promise.

He didn't speak to you about it, but you could tell he risked everything by coming to your place every once in awhile. You were not ignorant to the things Dabi did, some part of you knew he was involved with some shady things. Things you didn't want to bring up with him.

A man didn't get that many scars in their 23 years of life by being a good samaritan.

You reached your shower, stepping in while Dabi adjusted the settings to both of your liking, joining you once he was satisfied. You've come to love the heat as much as him, hot showers always reminded you of the flame user.

The water ran hot against the both of you. You looked up at Dabi, surprised to see him watching you. For a short moment, you held his gaze. Wondering what could possibly be running through his head that had him looking so defeated.

He wanted to tell you then and there that he'd have to leave for good this time. The League weren't people to be taken lightly, especially with that unhinged brat as their leader. He wouldn't be surprised if the creepy fucker was the type to kill the loved ones of people in order to maintain compliance.

But Dabi kept his mouth, and reached for your blue loofah instead. Squirting some of your lemon scented body wash onto it, scrunching it up so it could get more soapy. He worked in silence, scrubbing your body gently with utmost care and concentration.

Hell would freeze over before Dabi allows anyone to touch a single hair on your body. He didn't care who it was, even if it was the League members, he'd make damn sure their life would end with them being nothing but dirt underneath his shoe. He had to stop coming over after tonight, he was heading into dangerous, unknown territory afterall and he'd rather avoid killing the people he needed to exploit. His plans were finally at his fingers tips, and he wasn't about to throw them away over sex.

No, it was more than sex, no matter how many times he tried convincing himself that he was only here for one reason, he'd just end up fooling himself. At night when he'd look for shelter on the streets, when his quirk couldn't keep him warm the way he wanted, you'd plague his mind with your sweet smile and honey voice. Scolding him for not taking better care of himself and that he could crash at your place if he needed to get back on his feet.

That's why Dabi stopped scrubbing you just as you began to relax at the newfound comfort. You felt his hands tense against your body, making you turn around in concern.

"Hey. Is everything okay?" You were so concerned about him, his chest tightened. Why did you care so much about someone like him. You were so ignorant and stupid. Could you not see the blood on his hands from all the innocent people he convinced himself he killed out of pleasure. It infuriated him to no end, but he could never get mad at you. Not really. He tried pushing you away before, but you were as stubborn as him so he gave up on that method.

Your shoulders fell from his lack of response.

You were too grown to be playing guessing games with him, it was cute entertaining it before, but not now. Not when you were just coming to terms with... with what exactly?

You had an inkling of what was going on, but didn't want to push further. If he was going to tell you, he would. So you asked the next best thing.

"When will you be back?" You asked hopefully, water running down your face. He flashed you a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His fingers brushing your wet hair out of your face. He learned in, placing a soft kiss against your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

"You're so important to me and I don't want you getting hurt because of my suicidal actions." Was what Dabi wanted to say, but he didn't.

So Dabi did what Dabi did best, deflect from the situation and push his true feelings down. Just when you thought you were making progress (as small as that progress was) in this twisted relationship you had with him, you were right where you started.

"I don't know when, I can't tell you exactly. But just know it won't be anytime soon." Or ever.

"Okay. Just... just stay safe." You whispered, placing your hand above his chest, where his heart was. You could feel the way his heart was beating ferociously against his chest, like a caged animal.

He brushed his thumb against your cheek, wanting to remember how soft your skin felt underneath his fingertips, wanting to remember everything from tonight before he left for good. He gave you one last kiss, this time on your lips. A quick peck that said a thousand words, and got out of the shower getting ready to leave. You stood still underneath the scorching heat of the shower, for the first time in years it actually made you flinch in pain.

You watched as he dried himself off with your towel, not paying any attention to you as his hand reached for the doorknob. Much to your relief, he spared you a brief glance that said everything you needed to know in that moment.

"See you later."

-

It's been ten months since you last saw him, almost a year. And in those ten months you've moved out of the city, got a new job and apartment better than the last. You were happy, content with how life has been treating you lately. Your skin was healthier and glowing, you made time for the gym and started toning your body to your liking. Everything was perfect.

It's been ten months since you last saw him, until you finally did.

There Dabi was, or as it said on the news headline, Touya Todoroki, all over your television. Standing above the ruins of a burning building. His clothes were torn, and his body full of cuts and bruises. You didn't even notice the white hair until the news reporter pointed it out.

There was a ringing in your ear as the camera zoomed in on what looked like a teenage boy emerging from one of the ruins, sporting dual coloured hair. Shouto Todoroki was his name they said, Dabi's younger brother who was a 1st year student at UA High School.

Dabi burst into those beautiful blue flames that you admired so much, while the young boy's left side burst into flames of red and orange. They appeared to get ready to fight, the entire country watching with bated breath.

And then everything happened so fast after that.

You don't remember when the tears started falling, but you do remember the loud sob that tore out of your throat as you watched Dabi's flames engulf him from over-exerting his quirk. He fell on his knees, face twisting as he screamed in pain. You couldn't hear what was happening as the mic from the camera crew melted from the overbearing heat of the two flame users, but you could tell that the pain he was going through was excruciating.

You didn't even recognize your own scream when his body swayed as his flames ate away at his flesh. The staples holding his two skin types together, melting into his flesh. You felt sick to your stomach.

Dry sobs continued to leave your sore throat as you watched the man you've known since you were 16, the man you were afraid to admit that you loved so deeply and finally came to terms with it after six years, slowly dying on national television as the entire world watched and didn't do anything about it.

The anchorman's voice was muffled as you watched your lover fall down, face first into the concrete. His body immobile. Your throat clogged up in pain, all you could do now was cry and watch as his little brother tried reviving him using CPR. A failed attempt, but what else could a 15 year old with zero experience in the medical field do.

A part of you felt like it was being ripped out as you watched heroes rush to the scene trying to pry the young boy away from his older brother. You watched as he pushed them away baring his teeth at them, tears streaming down his young face. You watched as a stretcher rolled by, two medics picking up Dabi's burnt corpse and putting him in that black body bag, zipping it up and slowly moving away from the scene.

The screen went blank, offering nothing but silence as you came to terms with what just happened, before the news anchor popped up, a nauseating smile on his pinched face.

"... The villain Dabi has finally been defeated by his own quirk. A win for hero society against their fight with the villains!!"

You were too numb to tell how many hours passed by as you sat there all alone in your room.

While the country celebrated his defeat, your entire world came crumbling down.

You would never be able to feel his warm hands cup your cheeks, pecking you all over the face while he praised you. You would never get to kiss him again, the type of kisses that left you weak in the knees. You would never get to do things with him that you always wanted to do, simple things such as falling asleep in his arms after a long day of work.

But most of all, you would never hear those three special words of his again, the words you didn't even realize until now, were his way of proclaiming his love for you.

"See you later."

[littleoddwriter]

Could you do a NSFW fanfiction story of The Simpsons character Legs x GN reader? That would be cool.

Missed You | Legs x GenderNeutral!Reader | N/SFW (18+)

Hey there! I'm really sorry it took me so long to write this, but I do hope you like what I've done with it. Thanks for the request! <3

summary; Legs missed you and shows you that by having sex with you. PWP. Minors DNI.

notes; Gender Neutral!Reader; Making Out; Fingering; Penetrative Sex; Unsafe Sex.

It's been a long, exhausting day for Legs. He's missed you so much during the day, he could barely wait to get home and touch you all over, kissing and licking over the expanse of your skin. He has never been very good at conveying these things verbally, so he usually opted to simply show it when he missed you and how much he loved you. Not that you seemed to mind either.

As soon as he's come home and gotten rid of his suit jacket and tie, unbuttoning the first few buttons, he sits down on the couch next to you and captures your lips in a fierce kiss. You made a small noise in the back of your throat and kissed him back in response. He loved all your little reactions to his actions.

Slipping his tongue into your mouth, he deepened the kiss significantly, starting to roam his hands over your chest, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples until they've hardened and you let out breathy, muffled little moans.

He broke the kiss, then.

"What are you up for tonight?" Legs asked, breathing heavily.

You were panting as well, already seeming a little dazed from the make-out session you've just had.

"Um- Honestly, everything. So, whatever you want, we can do it," you answered eventually with a small smile on your swollen, spit-slick lips.

"Tell me if-"

"You know I will. Thanks for making sure, but I swear to fuck, if you don't keep going right now-"

Legs didn't need to hear you say any more, and so he interrupted you with another kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth to shut you up.

He simply couldn't help but make sure you knew that you always had a way out of what he was doing if you needed it, the same way you could never be patient enough to let him even finish that sentence by now. It has been a few years since your first time together, though, so he guessed that it could be an unspoken agreement at this point.

While he continued making out with you, Legs ran his hands over your chest, down to your sides, and stopping at the waistband of your pants. He unbuttoned them quickly and slid them down your thighs along with your underwear. You shortly raised your hips to help him get them off. He then let them fall to the floor carelessly.

Parting from you, he quickly took off your shirt, leaving you naked beneath him on the couch.

Both of you liked it a lot when he stayed pretty much fully dressed when he fucked you, but tonight he needed to feel your skin against his, and so he made quick work of taking his own clothes off.

"Bedroom?" you both asked each other at the same time, laughing shortly at how synced you were at this point into your relationship.

Helping you get up from the sofa, Legs kept hold of your hand as he led the way to the bedroom, where he only let go of your palm when you laid down on the big mattress. He followed you on his knees, positioning himself between your legs.

With quick, practised motions, he got out the bottle of lube from the bedside table's drawer, poured some over his fingers, and slid his index finger into you bit by bit. He followed it soon with his middle and ring fingers, thrusting them in and out of you deeply in a steady rhythm.

All the while you were moaning and writhing beneath him, begging for his cock. You were always so impatient when he fingered you open for him, promising that you could easily take him. But he didn't want to hurt you. So, he always made sure you were truly ready, no matter how much you were whining into his ear.

Locking his gaze with yours, he smiled at you when he slipped out his fingers at last. Your mouth fell open and a moan tumbled out of it.

Stroking his hard cock, he spread the rest of the lube over it.

Then, he lined himself up with your entrance and guided his cock inside of you inch by inch, leaving short breaks between each one to let you get used to it.

Starting to find a slow rhythm, he thrust in deeply, bottoming out at last. A loud moan escaped your lips when he did. It was like music to his ears.

So was the sound of skin slapping against skin when he picked up his pace and fucked you fast and hard, gripping your hips in an almost bruising hold.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Legs, baby! Wanna come, please," you whined, groaning and writhing as you did.

Smirking, Legs breathed out a tiny laugh. He loved it when you begged.

That night he felt more merciful than usual and so he slipped his hand between your bodies and got you off with quick, sure movements. You came quickly after, clenching around him to an almost painful degree, which only brought him closer to the edge.

Just a couple of thrusts later, Legs followed you suit and came deep inside of you.

Slipping out of you, he laid down beside you, pulling you against him with his arms and legs. With a soft chuckle, you nuzzled his neck, kissing it shortly.

"I missed you, too," you whispered.

In response, he simply kissed the top of your head and smiled to himself.

[niksfics]

Intoxicatingly Toxic~

                     |Yandare!Kuroo Tetsuro|

Warnings| smut, noncon breeding, stalking, kuroo being a "sex god"

I would just like to say I in no way headcanon kuroo as a sex god. In fact I know that he's an akward little shit and of you grind on him he'll cream his pants

Summary; kuroo is just hard to resist and can't help himself from taking you anyway he wants.

He was toxic, I knew that, I saw it, I heard about it, but I craved his toxicness. Craved him. I longed to touch him like a pianist longs to press their dainty fingers to the smooth keys of a piano.

He showed up in my life, one night at a party. His hazel eyes staring into my soul from over his red solo cup, as he leaned against the wall. I knew what was in that red solo cup. And I knew it stung swallowing it down. The way he swiped his tongue along his bottom lip, and the lights reflected on a metal ball had my knees wobbling.

The smell of sex and desire clung to our skin as he pressed my knees to my chest and fucked into my pussy like it was the last cunt he'd ever slide his coc

After that night I saw him everywhere. The boba shop me and Lev would go to every Wednesday. The college studying center, the library. And very specifically my dorm room.

The night he showed up outside my dorm room scared me the most, but not in the way it should have. I liked the way that he stalked me back to my apartment. Like that I was the center of attention in his little twisted game. It made my heart thump against my ribcage as if it would bust out of my skin at any moment.

As he gripped my hips and pulled me into him I gasped, fingers gripping the cotton of his black t-shirt, as if to ground myself because without it I might float away.

His mouth, his lips, the scent of him surrounding us. The unbearably bearable heat of his body that radiated off him like the scorching sun. My body burned where he touched and burned where he didn't. Everything was so hot. Literally and figuratively.

The heat of his fingers as he twisted and rolled my nipples burned into my skin forever. I squeaked out in pain and pleasure. The way a sadistic smile spread across his face as he spread my legs and slid his fat cock into my gummy walls. Intoxicating. Every minute of it. Intoxicating.

"You like that?" He growled as I moaned out from his dick pressing into a sensitive spot in me. All I could do was nod and grip the sheets below me. A hot flash of pleasure wracked through my body as he slapped my clit, "fucken answer me when I ask you a question. Stupid little slut." I whined and wrapped a leg around his waist, " nnghh~ love- love it so much daddy"

My body was pushed farther into the bed as his hips slammed into me. Heavy balls slapping against my ass and his tip pressing into my cervix. It was almost too much. Way better than the drunken sex we'd had weeks ago.

"Look at you kitten, you're so tiny, but you're takin it like a fucken champ. Shit-" he rolled his hips pressing into my spot again. My spongey walls clinging to him tighter and tighter as he fucked me stupid. His eyes watched me as I squirmed and jerked and gasped breathlessly. Dumb on pleasure and creaming around his cock.

I clenched around him and he brought his hand to my clit and messily rubbed it back and forth till I was squirting around him.

He didn't ask me where he could cum, and I assumed he would just pull out. One minute he was prolonging my orgasm and fucking into me like it was his job and the next he was mumbling, "Gonna fuck my cum into you, gonna fill this sloppy pussy up. Watch it drip out of your messy cunt. Fuck-" his speed had decreased but the intensity did not. He pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

"Shit- fucking hell. Gonna cum. Fuck I'm gonna cum.  Oh shit- gotta breed this tight fucking pussy. Oh fuck, kitten." His grip on my hips tightened as he pressed his hips as close as they could get. Dick digging into my spot again as he pumped hot cum into me as deep as possible.

Tears filled my eyes from overstimulation as he pushed into me a few more times, and gave me a stern look as I tried to push him away, and that only resulted in him harshly thrusting into me as a warning.

He kept his softening dick in me as he flipped up so I'd lay on his chest. His arms held me against him tightly, and I knew. I knew that kuroo tetsuro would never let me go. No matter how much I pleaded and begged. He would never let me leave him. Whether i was ready to be with him or not. I was his.

The thought should have scared me. He should scare me. And one day he will. One day I'll wish I hadn't let him into my bed, but until then I'd allow myself to be his just as long as he was mine.

[jjungkooksthighs]

Hey, I'm absolutely loving COC. I understand with everything that's happened that you may lose some confidence in it but it is really good! I completely understand you taking a break from it if you need to, the other 2 fics sound interesting. I can't wait for the next update of COC but I don't want to pressure you into writing something you want to step back from for a bit. This is basically my long way of saying I'm loving everything you're doing and we just want whats best for you so if you need a break from COC for a little then please feel free. Look after yourself first 💜

Ah, my darling anon, thank you. I have been worrying the past few days about whether I should just forego an update this week and instead rework the fic so that it can better be digested for those that have messaged me about it, but then my mind went down the rabbit hole of other wips or works I could spend my time on instead. Thus, I made a poll and I must say that I really am happy and very, very pleased to see COC at the top of the poll with over fifty percent of you selecting that fic for what I write this week! I needed some time last week away from COC after a few of the things that were said to me that hurt my heart, but that time was well spent and I am doing better now! In the midst of everything with being accepted into graduate school, I have taken some moments to think about everything and after some time away from COC, I am ready to come back to it this week (especially since this is the piece that so many of you want to see according to the poll :D ). 

I appreciate you for sending me this. It really does make my day to read such kind words and thank you for looking after me, darling. You are a kind soul !

[heavenbarnes]

Idk if I'm alone in my opinion, but I'm not the biggest fan of dom tom holland/peter parker😂 I feel like hes a sub frl. Like just imagine college age Peter coming to your dorm and hes ready to study but you just corrupt him and grab at his dick an kiss him while giving him a handjob😂 I just can't see him as the dominant kind, more like a "oh God I can't believe this" as you're deepthroating him with his shaking hands on the back of your head kinda guy🤣 just me?.....okay

no i feel like a lot of people see him as a sub, i do see it too (definitely w peter) but i just personally wanna get fucked hard by tom holland (and that is what the asks also seem to want) so that is how it usually ends up lmao - but this is a very good request

Taking physics in college was fucking hard, harder than you’d anticipated if that was even possible. You had no choice but the recruit the help of seemingly the smartest person in your class, Peter Parker.

The guy was all brains, cute too. Quiet, unless he was talking with his friend Ned, then he didn’t really shut up. You felt a little embarrassed asking him for help, people already underestimated your capability and now you were cementing that by admitting you were struggling.

You saw him across campus, with Ned of course. You held onto your bag and hurried across the parking lot before he could leave.

“Peter!” You called out. “Peter Parker!”

He spun around to find out where the noise was coming from and once he saw that it was you, it was (Y/N) (Y/L/N) calling out for him, he dropped his books. You were the prettiest girl in his class, if not the whole fucking campus and you were calling his name.

Once you got closer, you crouched to help him pick up his dropped belongings as Ned just stood there watching. He was just as surprised as Peter to see you interacting with him.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” You laughed, handing him back one of his books.

“No, it’s my fault, I have hand issues.”

“You do?”

“No, and I don’t know why I just said that.”

You laughed at his nervous energy and just hurried the conversation along.

“I am over here to ask if you’d maybe give me a hand with physics study, I’m fucking struggling.” You sighed, scratching your head.

Peter’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. He began to stutter and motion his hands erratically, looking for the words. 

“Only if you don’t mind, you could come to my dorm and I could like order us dinner or whatever.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all!” He accidentally shouted, making you lean back a bit.

“Great news, are you free this evening?”

“Yes, I’m free.” He smiled kindly, your heart melted just a bit. He was really good looking once you got past all that nervousness.

Once you both arrived back at your dorm, Peter looked around in awe. You would’ve thought you’d taken him to the Louvre. He took everything in, slowly, as to not miss a thing.

“Please, take a seat.” You motioned to your bed. “Sorry there isn’t a lot of room.”

“No, the bed is fine! I like the bed.”

“Oh, good stuff then.”

As you turned to place your bed down you could see him literally face palm at what he’d said. This kid was a fucking meme.

As you sat beside him, you pulled your books onto your lap. He shuffled to face you before looking confused, reaching beneath himself. He brought his hand back with a fistful of black lace. He studied it for a moment before realizing he was holding your panties.

Once he caught on, he literally flung the thing across the room. His cheeks went a bright shade of crimson and he prayed to whatever was above that the bed would swallow him up like that super old movie “Nightmare on Elm Street.”

“I am so sorry, I shouldn’t hav-”

“No, I’m sorry for leaving my panties out.”

“Your panties, cool you just said panties and now I’m saying panties and I wish I could stop-”

“How about we just study a little, if you could explain a bit of physics to me.”

“Yes, of course.”

God damn, once he got onto something he knew about, he was unstoppable. Hearing him speak fluently about physics, that was surprisingly hot. What didn’t he know? You wondered just how he knew so much at that age?

You nodded along as he spoke, feeling your eyes naturally drift to his mouth. Small lips, but still pretty luscious the way they pursed with each word. You watched the way he spoke with his hands. Big hands, long fingers. You wondered how they’d feel-

What the fuck were you doing. He was here to study. You had to just keep it in your pants for a couple more hours and then it’d all be fine.

You tried your hardest, but your mind kept drifting to what he’d look like under those clothes. You bet he had a pretty cock. Probably long, a little skinny, but still hit just the right spot-

“(Y/N)? You okay?” He snapped you out of your thoughts. 

Oh fuck, you’d been staring.

“Yep, just taking in everything you’re saying.” You chuckled nervously. “There is a lot to take in.”

“Yeah, there is.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Want me to slow down?”

“No, that’s okay you just keep going.”

So he did and you mentally scolded yourself to fucking focus. The poor guy is pouring out his physics heart and soul and you’re ignoring it cause you’re thinking about his coc-

“You remember that chapter right?”

“Oh, yeah I remember that chapter about the thing you were talking about.���

He laughed quietly at your reaction. You think he knew you weren’t listening, but he probably didn’t know what you were thinking about.

You managed to listen successfully for like an hour, you were pretty proud of yourself. He was just so fucking smart and it was becoming really sexy. You wondered how easy it would be to just subtly touch his thigh, run your fingers up it.

What did you have to lose? If he questioned it, pretend you were trying to touch the book.

As he spoke about theoretical physics, you let your left hand reach across and gently touch his thigh. You felt him tense under his jeans, but not making any attempt to stop you. You lightly traced circles into his thigh as he spoke, hearing him stumble on his words.

You brought your fingers up slightly, just a little under the t-shirt he was wearing. You played with one of his belt loops, getting ever so closer to his bare skin. Getting closer to his crotch.

You moved your hand down just a touch and you hit the jackpot. He was getting hard, right there on his thigh and right there under your hand. As soon as you came in contact with it, Peter panicked.

“Um and then you um you would um-”

You ran your hand along his length, confined under the material. As it continued to harden, your assumptions proved to be correct. He wasn’t massive, but by no means would he disappoint.

“Do you want me to stop, Peter?” Your lips were moments from his ear, your warm breath hitting your skin.

“No, please don’t stop.” He choked out.

“Has anyone touched you like this before?”

“No, never.”

“And you want me to touch you like this?”

“Yes please.”

You removed your hand and he let out the quietest whimper, you still caught it. You used that hand to push him back till he was leaning on his elbows. You lifted his shirt a bit to get at his belt, what you found made you gasp. Peter was ripped?

You looked up to meet his eyes and he looked worried. It wasn’t until your expression changed to impressed, he released the tension from his jaw a little.

You undid the belt around his waist and started on his button and zipper. You lent over and pressed your lips to his, obviously leading the way. You drew his zipper down and felt him gasp into your mouth.

You reached in, under his jeans and his boxers, taking him in your hand. You continued to kiss him, your tongue running over his lip before taking it between your teeth. He followed the motions with a whimper before letting out an unexpected moan when you ran your hand over the head of his cock.

You took it out from his pants and finally got a good look at it. It was fucking gorgeous. Long, pink at the top and tan along the shaft. A vein running up the side. You couldn’t wait to feel it in you at some point. Not today. But at some point.

You separated your lips for a moment so you could spit into your hand, before joining them again instantly and running your hand up his length.

You twisted back down, bringing it up and over the head. Peter couldn’t help the moans that left his mouth and traveled into yours.

“Peter, make as much noise as you’d like.” You whispered, speeding up your motions and making him buck his hips up.

He let out an even louder moan when you ran  your thumb over the head. You pulled back to look at the full picture in front of you and you felt a rush of heat to your core. Peter looked flushed, curls pushed back, lips puffy from the kissing, lent back on his elbows, abs a little exposed, cock in your hand.

This guy was a dream and didn’t even know it. You might as well treat him.

You got down between his spread thighs and he looked at you as if he might come right then and there. You took one long lick up from the base to the tip. You swirled your tongue around the head before putting the whole thing in your mouth.

Putting him right down your throat, he squeezed his eyes shut and tipped his head back. You worked him with your mouth and your hand, taking him out to smack him lightly on your tongue.

He looked down at you, taking in just how good you looked with his cock in your mouth. Peter couldn’t believe how lucky he got. He no longer had to jerk off to the thought of you, he got it in real life. Too bad Ned would never believe him.

He felt that familiar heat in the bottom of his stomach, he knew he’d come soon. He was never good at fighting it off. He didn’t want you laughing at him. You sensed his stress.

“If you have to come, you can.” You swirled your hand around him as you spoke. “I’ll even let you come in my mouth.”

He croaked, his hips bucking at your words. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t last very long since- uh I just have kind of heightened senses.”

You weren’t really sure what he was on about but you just smiled kindly.

“That’s okay, I can’t wait to have you come down my throat.”

He started to stutter, hips lifting from the mattress. You quickly put him back in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks to help him along. It wasn’t long before he let out a stretched moan.

You felt the hot liquid go right down the back of your throat. You cleaned him off and sat back, swallowing before showing him your empty mouth.

He let out a long sigh and ran his hand through his hair.

“Th-thank you?”

“You don’t have to thank me, Peter.” You laughed.

“Could you show me how to properly thank you?”

“Oh, hell yeah I can.”

[positively--speculative]

Is it possible to get decent movie time for the black characters and other Poc characters on the XMen before race bending everyone else? I'm just saying, the franchise has done Storm, Bishop, Jubilee, among others so dirty onscreen and Professor X and Magneto have already been fleshed out pretty well over and over. Even Wolverine. I'm just ready for some new blood, that's all. A new version of those two is not entertaining.

See, the thing is, X and Magneto being Black doesn’t need to change anything about their character, since the color of their skin isn’t necessarily essential to their overall character. Same goes for other race bent characters.

Like, I get it, it’s cool to see new COC and it is important to get these new characters, but one of the benefits of racebending characters is race bent characters can’t be ignored as fandom tends to ignore original COC.

[jjungkooksthighs]

finally got enough time to read yearn for you and girl!!!!! where do I start from? first of all, I'm sorry you did not receive enough love for this fic but I'll try my best to try and express all the gratitude for you. ok so, this is gonna be messy because english is not my first language and I'm a bit dyslexic so forgive me😔... I remember reading edacity and thinking damn! she can write! and got soooo hooked on the way you write. then I stumbled on claws of carnality and I already told you anything I had to say about this fic: a masterpiece. then I decided to read undercurrent (I couldn't read it straight away because of how long it is and how hectic life could be) but then again, what else could I have expected from you? the way you described the scenes (don't wanna spoil anything if people didn't read it yet).. it was like I was there (this applies for all of your fic but this one has something different to it? can't really describe it, I'm sorry). you are such a talented writer, so elegant, so eloquent, so detailed, so entrancing, so attractive in a way? so when you announced you were going to post another story I was thrilled! and you delivered, god, did you deliver. I was so frustrated with jk at the beginning of the story, you pulled me in your story with just a few sentences.. but at the story went, I felt so content because of how you described their relationship, the trust they have in each other, the desire to please the other, the love you can basically feel through the words and when I was reading about the flashback, I could feel the love. I also loved how even if he is a hard dom, he is so whipped for her... when she stands after he strips her and he sees her kick her heels off and he grins? my heart beat a little faster, don't ask me why. I loved how even if jimin was there, he could also have not been there at all and the after care? the way he is basically going around, calling her his fiancee, love them. at the end, my greedy, curios brain (and heart, who am I kidding) wanted more lmao. I have a few questions if you don't mind.. what happens with taehyung? because he was a bit of a brat, trying to get in her pants and then complaining when he got a bit left out? honey, you got a big storm coming. will you ever write little drabble for this couple? like, how did he propose? not gonna lie, kinda curious about the dress he picked out for her for the gala.. no pressure tho baby, feel free to ignore this part. I also loved how he called her petal and flowers and how he didn't even think twice about buying the necklace. want something like this for me, it would be the life, having someone you love who loves you back and is always ready to remind you... anyway, this is all for today, gonna go read yean for you a few more times now☺️🥴. hope you are having a good day, we love you💙

Your english is very impressive for someone that doesn’t speak it primarily, darling. You don’t need to apologize for being dyslexic, either. You can’t help that and should not apologize for something beyond your control. Anyway, you found me through Edacity, huh? It’s always interesting hearing about how you guys find me, I have to say. That one was written in a lust filled craze following the video that the gif used for that fic was recorded from. Manbun Jungkook really took my pussy (and fingers) and said WORK FOR IT. Ugh, he’s just so hot istg I really couldn’t help myself when I wrote that fic, lol. Anyway, it’s cute that you cycled through like all of my fics and I’m glad that you liked my work enough to keep reading through everything that I had posted on here! I will say that Undercurrent is very precious to me because it’s the very first reader x member fic that I wrote and posted to Tumblr. I love that story so much and I’m so elated to know that you appreciated it as much as you did! It took about two weeks for that like YFY, but every time that I sat down to write it, I just would smile like an idiot whenever I’d read through it at how cutely I encapsulated the lovers to be in their feelings for each other. 

Truly, who else writes a damn novel for their first ever fic? Gah, I am still so soft over Undercurrent. That fic is like my first child, lol. It is very special to me. So is COC, but we all know my sentiments about that fic at this point. I feel like I’m being annoying with it, but the self-consciousness and insecurity about that one still persists and whenever I hear about it from my readers, I get nervous because I have this lingering anxiety that more negative comments will be given on it. Well, this ask isn’t about COC, so I should move on, I think. Sorry about that mini-rant, anon!

Switching back to YFY, Jungkook’s personality in this one is a little different than what I have done before and I am glad that you liked the way he’s built in terms of his characterization. I wanted to show a Jungkook that was so in love with you that he is willing to give you anything you want (even if that means fucking another man) while also staying true to the possessive creature that we all know he is in real life. He adores reader very much and because of that, he just wants to see her happy at the end of the day. She is a constant in his life and gives him stability where the world would fall apart under his feet and he cherishes her for that for sure. I adored their relationship just as you did because they care about each other so much and each one of them just wants to please the other always. It’s funny that you say that Jimin could have not been there because the person that commissioned this fic from me actually wanted just a CEO!Jimin fic in the beginning, lol. Kook wasn’t even factored into the story in the initial stages and it actually was going to be a hybrid CEO!Jimin fic where he goes into heat while at work, but that idea was never fully fleshed out because Jungkook had to come out with his D’ICON stuff and really, it was over for me when I saw that video of him in the leather fit. 

I talked to my commissioner about it and she was more than eager to have Kook involved in the fic (even though she originally thought that I would not go so far as to write 31.5k words worth of shit that Kook was responsible for over 22.3k for before Jimin even makes an appearance, lol. I couldn’t really help it being the Jungkook slut that I am, but hey, it brought such sin out of it and I can’t apologize for THAT because it was too much fun to keep writing the lewd escapades of reader and her fiance that loved his future wife too much to deny her of anything so as long as he is part of it. 

As for Taehyung, well...let’s just say that Jungkook had a nice “chat” with Taehyung and the two ended the discussion with Jungkook sat in his office while Taehyung got to listen to a recording of reader fucking herself with Jungkook’s name falling repeatedly from her lips. Taehyung may or may not have had a tent in his pants while Jungkook gave a cruel smirk and when you’re summoned to his office, let’s just say that Taehyung gets a nice show while Jungkook fucks you over his desk. Now, this is done AFTER Jungkook orders you to bind Taehyung’s wrists with his tie so that he can’t do anything while he watches, his lips drawn between his teeth the entire time that Jungkook fucks into you like a crazed man. When it’s all over and you lie boneless on the desk, Jungkook eats the sandwich you brought him off your stomach before eating you out and let’s just say that when Taehyung leaves the office, his cheeks have never been more red both with embarrassment and rage. 

Wow, I really let myself keep going with that, huh? I guess that shows just how much I’m fond of YFY, lol. 

I would consider writing a drabble for YFY, but that would have to be commissioned as I am facing a financial crisis right now and can’t really afford to spend time writing anymore unless I will be compensated for it! It’s very sweet to ask that because it shows me you want more of this story and that’s very heartening to know!

As for the dress, I would be more than happy to show it to you if you message me (you can go through anon again if you prefer) once more with that question because this ask is already really long! 

Also, I’m pleased to know that you liked the pet names! I have a weakness for them, you see, so you’ll find an abundance of that in just about everything you read from me. 

It would be quite a life to have a man like YFY Jungkook in it, wouldn’t it? You would never want for a thing with him, that’s for sure. You also would never feel deprived of attention or love because he’d readily relinquish both to you 24/7. I wanna swoon over YFY Jungkook because he’s just so dreamy, isn’t he? 

Anyway, I am so happy to hear you liked the story. Thank you for reading my work and taking the time to say all of that, lovely. It really makes my day so much better when you guys tell me things like this and I can’t thank you enough for being nice enough to let me know all of this!