#if i ever saw him in this position i will slap his butt and get arrested happily

[theaonlax]

whenever Hawks' wings are growing, he'll have to ride his bike around (bc he can't fly around lol)

[mattybsgroupie]

— tape ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: cursing, fighting; established relationship; oral (m receiving); spanking (f receiving); degradation; p in v; creampie; use of “y/n”; dom!matt

— NOTES: posting this and another one later this week in celebration of almost 600 followers. so thankful for this community and for every single person that enjoys my writing (but if one gets more likes than the other im KILLING MYSELF) <3 not proofread blablabla hope you enjoy i love y’all so so much

“y/n!” matt slammed the door shut, loud voice taking over the kitchen, where i was peacefully sitting. “are you fucking dumb?!” he hissed at me, throwing his phone on the table.

“wow, chill” i said, frowning my eyebrows, confused look in my face. “what are you talking about?”

“what did you do with our camera’s flashcard?” matt crossed his arms, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. my mouth hung open, but no words came out of it. matt looked so angry, and i knew i had cause us trouble. as i kept searching on my mind, he screamed once again “fucking tell me!”

“i don’t fucking know!” i hissed back at him, throwing my hands in the air. “i changed it the last time, i told you we were out of memory but i don’t remember where i put the other one!”

“oh you don’t?” he narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to me and removing a tiny object from his pocket. he showed me the flashcard, holding it with his thumb and index right at my face. “what about leaving it on this fucking table next to nick’s work stuff?”

my eyes widened. “matt i-i’m so sorry, fuck” i stuttered, realizing what i had done.

“you’re sorry now? after nick saw everything? we have so much shit here y/n, for christ’s sake!” matt kept holding the memory card, free hand running through his hair as he tried to calm himself down. “he saw your naked pictures, he saw mine! there are compromising videos in here y/n, can you imagine if he had uploaded any of them by mistake?”

“matt, please” i got up, walking closer to matt and resting my hand on his chest. “babe, i didn’t mean it, i’m really fucking sorry.” he looked away, scratching his freshly shaved beard.

“sometimes i think you’re asking for it, you know?” he said grabbing my wrist. “you fucking want our pics to get leaked, so that way everyone can know how much of a slut you are”. matt finished, pulling me to his room as he walked, grip in my skin getting stronger.

he slammed the door once again and pushed me on his bed, my breath turning heavy from his sudden change of behavior. matt went next to his computer, grabbing our camera. it was one of the first cameras the boys ever used to record their youtube videos, and nick gifted it matt after they changed to a new, more modern equipment. matt opened the video screen and turned it on, green light signaling he had started recording.

“take your shorts off” he demanded and i knew i could no longer run from my punishment. i kept sitting, slowly removing the cloth down my legs, kicking it away with my foot. i was wearing pink panties and a t-shirt i borrowed from him, not looking my best.

“you wanted this so bad, didn't you?” he asked, positioning the camera on the nightstand. matt sat next to me, but only to pull my legs over him. he turned me over, my belly now resting on his thighs and my head falling down, only my left arm resting on the mattress. i opened my mouth in disbelief, my calves trying to move away from him somehow.

“what are you doing?” i asked, trying to at least get a bit more comfortable in that position.

“giving you what you wanted” matt said, his arm locking my legs together while the other one held me by my breasts - at least my head wouldn’t be spinning. one of his cold hands smacked my ass, the sudden contact making me choke on a moan. i could feel matt’s grin growing wide as he palmed my skin, preparing me for another slap.

“fuck!” i groaned as the burning sensation started. i knew matt didn’t actually want to hurt me, he rubbed my butt after each smack, soothing the tingles i felt as my blood started to run faster.

“matt- please” i tried to speak, but another spank interrupted me. “behave, yeah?” matt whispered in my ear and pointed to the camera. “everyone’s gonna see how much of a fucking slut you are. can’t even take a punishment, right?” he teased, long fingers now travelling between my buttcheeks, brushing lightly over my panties. matt pressed his digits harder over my cunt, feeling the wetness there “soaked already?”

i looked away, trying to cover my embarrassment with my hands - it was humiliating, my ass in the air being spanked by matt after a mistake i didn’t even mean to make. “you’re fucking embarassed? can you imagine how i was after nick gave this to me? my brother saw everything, your dirty whore” he didn’t stop the slaps, and i couldn’t stop whimpering as his hand kept on marking my skin.

“ah!” i cried once more, until he two other spanks were enough. matt gave a kiss on each of my senstive buttcheeks and tossed me out of his lap, getting up and standing in front of me. he grabbed the camera once again, turning the screen so that only him could see what he was filming. my face was burning red and i was already exhausted. matt looked at me, rising his eyebrows, wide grin on his face.

“come on” he said, zooming the lenses on me. “you’re gonna look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock”.

i gulped, quickly nodding and moving my hands to his belt. i had barely unbuckled it, but i could feel matthew’s impatience growing. i pulled matt’s pants down along with his underwear, revealing his hardened dick. matt moved the camera to show off his own length, eager for me to touch him, even when he was the one in charge.

i wrapped my fingers around his shaft, veins pulsing in my palm. i brought my mouth closer to his tip, lips wrapping around the sensitive area as i received a groan in response, matt finally getting some relief to his aching cock. i couldn’t fit him entirely - matt was huge - so both of my hands started pumping the missing part as i moved my head down.

i heard matt chuckling, delighted with the view of my teary eyes begging for him. he started to slowly move his hips forward, trying to thrust his leaking dick inside of my throat. one of his hands went to my hair, already messy and tangled, in order to set my pace as he pleased.

i mumbled on his cock, asking if i could please, please, please, take a breath. of course, no words came out, my muffled voice only sent vibrations and warmth to his length which made him push his cock forward in my mouth, making me gag.

i could feel the saliva running down the sides of my lips when i softly tapped matt’s thigh and he slowly removed his cock, realizing he might have been a little too rough. i coughed, catching my breath as he pouted at me, faux sympathy showing by the lust in his eyes.

“can’t you take anything?” he asked, tugging the hem of my - his - shirt. “you cry when i spank you, you can’t even blow me properly… weren’t you supposed to act like a good slut?” matt said, helping me remove the white cloth, exposing my breasts. my nipples had been poking through the shirt from a long while, but only now matt decided to zoom in on my nubs. i caught him licking his lips as i positioned myself further on the bed, showing off my body to him. my fingers around as his followed from my neck to my collarbones and down to my tits as i teased my hardened nipples with my own digits.

“so pretty” matt whispered so low i wouldn’t have heard it if i wasn’t paying attention to his lips. “on fours” he said in a serious tone, making my pussy clench.

i turned my body over, standing on my elbows and knees, sticking my ass out as he placed himself on the bed with his knees behind me. matt’s cold fingers touched the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling it down my legs as he filmed everything.

he grabbed his own cock and pumped a few times, spreading the pre-cum along his length before dragging his dick between my buttcheeks and moving it down my cunt, lazily rubbing my folds, not really trying to fuck me. after teasing me a bit more, matt quickly put the camera back on his nightstand, now filming both of us.

matt placed his digits on my entrance, pressing my wet hole with two fingers. he slowly started to push in, but didn’t go all the way, pulling out when he saw me biting my own lips. i whined in protest - i needed him to fill me up. “fucking shut up” he spoke in a lighter mood than in the beginning of the night, showing that he was now just as needy as me.

his hands rested on my hips, holding it tight as he gradually buried himself inside of me. his pre-cum and all of my juices made it easier for matt to slide in, quickly stretching my walls and not giving me time to adjust to his size before pounding into me. “gosh- matt!” i moaned, throwing my head back as my cunt throbbed.

“always so tight for me” he said, hovering his body over mine. his chest was almost glued to my back, one of matt’s hands holding my jaw so he could kiss me. “who owns that pretty cunt, huh?” matt asked, my mouth hanging open as i could no longer stop my gruntings “y-you! ah-”.

“my fucking slut” he kept on talking while jointing his hips forward, cock finally hitting my spot. “only mine”.

“yes matt, fuck!” i pleaded, feeling my cunt clench its own walls against his dick. “i’m gonna cum, please!”

“don’t you fucking dare coming before me” matt said as his thrusts turned sloppier, trying to reach his orgasm. “f-fuck, taking me so well” he groaned loudly, palm once again meeting my ass as he slapped my skin. suddenly, i felt matt’s release filling me up completely, his sticky spurt leaking down my thighs as he finally allowed me to cum as well. my whole body trembled as my orgasm washed over me, my chest panting heavily, letting my head fall on the mattress.

matt slowly pulled out of me, lying down by my side as he came back from his high.

“are you okay?” matt asked, his hand resting on my back while i still recovered. “was i too rough?” he caressed my skin and i could feel the concern in his voice starting to show as i didn’t say anything in response.

“i’m never” i started, still out of breath. “losing the fucking card again”. i heard matt chuckle as he moved his other arm further, trying to reach the nightstand. he grabbed the camera and placed it next to my face. “say hi, pretty”

“hi pretty” i joked, matt giggling before turning the lenses to himself and winking to the video, pressing the finish button and closing the video screen. “and yes, babe. i’m okay” i assured him. “im sorry for being irresponsible and-“ he cut me off with a kiss. as he pressed his lips against mine, i realized he was no longer mad at me, and i could finally let myself relax.

“by the way” he spoke, throwing the camera on his side of the bed “you can leak this one” i giggled, hugging him, both of us acknowledging we could never - ever - lose this flash card again.

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Possessive

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut, smut and pure smut!

Y/N's pov

"Come here." Carlos says through gritted teeth tightly clenching his jaw as he pulled me inside his driver's room.

"Carlos loosen your grip, you're hurting me." I resent, but he quickly cuts me off by cupping my cheeks and hungrily pressing his lips on mine.

"You're driving me insane." He says leaving passionate kisses against my neck. "I saw how others were looking at you and I can not take it." I moan quietly as he tightly grabs my waist and presses me against him.

"Feel this?" He says sliding my hand down his body and pressing it on his rock hard crotch. "It's just for you. You make me so fucking hard. I can't stand anybody looking at you and thinking they can have you the way I can." He quickly moves his hands up squeezing my boobs and sucking on the skin just below my collarbones making sure to leave marks.

"Mhm, does it make you angry that maybe someone else wants to fuck me? That someone else is thinking about what I taste like?"I look up at him with an innocent look and doe eyes while stroking him through his suit. My words arouse his possessive side even more, they make him go feral and as a punishment for me saying them a hard and harsh slap lands across my butt making me wince.

"You're lucky I didn't pull up your already too short dress and fucked you in front of them. And believe me, I barely refrained myself from doing so." He grips my hair and forcefully pushes his tongue inside my mouth.

"And by the way, about that dress, I have no fucking idea how I let you out of the house wearing that in the first place, but as soon as we get home, I'm going to rip it apart." As rough as he can be, I fucking love this side of him. When he's hungry for me, when he wants me so much that he can't hold back, I love it when he bursts with jealousy when someone looks at me. His possessiveness can be too much at times, but it has me weak and makes my legs shake in a matter of seconds.

His hand finds its way to my panties taking the thin damp material between his fingers and pulling it up. I whimper squinting my eyes as my folds suck them in adding pressure to my already throbbing clit.

"Carlos..ahh, fuck.."

"Oh, you like that? So fucking wet for me, I bet I could make you cum just by doing this, yeah?" He smirks attaching his lips to my neck. "If I wasn't this hard, I'd leave you dripping like this for not behaving right."

"Carlos, please.." The ache between my legs intensifies, I almost forget we're in his driver's room and that anybody could knock on the door and hear me panting and whimpering beneath him.

"You don't have to beg baby, I'm gonna fuck you either way even though you didn't deserve it." He pulls his suit down along with his boxers freeing his erection that sprung off hitting his lower stomach. After all this time we've been together, his size never fails to amaze me again and again. I wrap my tiny hand around his shaft stroking him a few times up and down feeling the precum already slowly leaking from his red tip.

"You're gonna be a good girl now and let me fuck you, yeah?" I eagerly nod my head desperately waiting for him to push himself into me. Fulfilling my wish, he glides his cock over my folds tapping my clit with his tip a few times before he positions his cock at my center.

"You ready hermosa? You ready to take my cock?" He hisses as he enters me without giving me time to adjust to him but aggressively starts thrusting into me. His hand lifts up my left leg making me wrap it around his waist and my back hit the wall with his every thrust.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're so big, fuck.." I whine knowing how much he likes to be praised for his size. He has been jealous from the first day we started dating, but deep down he always knew that he's the best I ever had in every way there is.

"Yeah? Can you feel me here, in your stomach? Feel how hard I am inside of you. Only this cock is yours, you know that right?" He groans into my ear. "C'mon baby, let everyone know who gets to fill you up every day, let them hear who you belong to." I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming as I feel myself getting close.

"I'm all yours, only yours." I pant as he kisses me tugging on my bottom lip.

"That's right baby. Taking me so well and deep like always. Are you close? You gonna cream around me?"

"Yes,-uh, yess.." I arch my back against the wall as I reach my climax making a hot mess on him. Clenching around his cock my legs start to tremble by overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

"Oh fuckk..." Seeing me shiver and fall apart in his strong arms does something to him, his thrust become sloppy and soon he spills his cum inside of me pushing himself as deep as he can go.

I put my hands on his cheeks and he leans in for a now slow tender and loving kiss moving my hair out of my face. "You did so good hermosa. Te amo." He says exhaling in short breaths.

"I love you." I smile leaning my forehead against his chest still trying to regain strength in my legs. He hisses at the sight of his cum dripping down my thighs as he pulls his cock out of me.

"Now you're gonna go with me to my garage. Don't you dare move out of there until the race is over and I come back."

[borathae]

Galaxies

"You and he create galaxies when you are together."

Pairing: Witch!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Comfort Smut, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: Domish switch!Yoongi, subby switch!Reader, they're actual soulmates, their connection is so deep i'm in pain, love making, having to stay quiet, some flirty bickering because it's them, a short sexy fight about Dominance, oral (both receiving), handjob, pussy fingering, eye contact & hand holding, lots of kissing, he eats her pussy in multiple ways, and worships her breasts, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampie, slight strength kink but make it magical, cowgirl position morphing into lotus position, dirty talk but make it romantic with a pinch of sexy, something magical happens between them, cuddles & snuggles & giggles for aftercare, they're so in love i'm gonna cry

Wordcount: 8k

a/n: i always thought that i couldn't get any more obsessed with them and then i introduced witch!yoongi x witch!reader and i actually became INSANE for them like i'm in pain they're meant for each other 😭💜

《 Bonus Smut to this 》

Yoongi is under the covers, reading, when you enter the room. He looks at you and looks away instantly, doing a terrible job at hiding the widening of his eyes. A flush of his cheeks follows.

“Are you being shy because I’m in my towel?” you ask him in a chuckle.

“I’m not shy”, he defends himself, staring into his book obsessively.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you say and drop the towel to change into your pyjamas instead. 

Yoongi doesn’t look at you directly even once, but tries to sneak one hidden glance from the corner of his eyes. 

“I saw that”, you tease him for it.

“I didn’t do anything. Whatever, good night”, he babbles and slams the book closed, proceeding to lie down on his side with his back facing you.

He makes you laugh. He is so effortlessly funny.

“Gosh, you silly you. What’s the matter?” you coo, bending down to hug him. 

He has his eyes closed and lips pulled into a thin line, almost as if he is trying really hard not to look. 

You snicker, pecking his cheek.

“I love your silly bum” you say, giving his butt a soft slap as you straighten back up.

Yoongi grumbles something unintelligible.

You bring the towel into the bathroom to dry and get two glasses of water from downstairs. Your grandparents have gone to sleep already, Taehyung and Jungkook seem to have come home as well, judging by the painting equipment on the dining table. They are nowhere to be found, however their jackets are missing. They must be outside. You could look for them, but quite frankly and with no ill intent, you don’t want to. You want to go back to Yoongi and tease him some more.

The man of your hour is back to reading.

“I’ve got water”, you announce yourself, placing the glasses on the bedside table. 

“Mmh.”

You climb onto Yoongi’s lap, staying there for a little until he finally looks at you over the edge of his book. He cocks his right brow up in question.

“Boop”, you say, poking the tip of his nose with your finger.

He blinks rapidly, moving his head back like a cat surprised about being touched. He even ogles your finger, going a little cross eyed for it.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the most boopable nose ever?” 

“What?” 

“Boop”, you do it again, forcing Yoongi to show off his double chin from how aggressively he tries to ogle your finger.

“What are you doing?” his voice is distorted from the position.

“Has no one booped your nose before?” 

“What? No?” 

“Boop.”

“What is that? Why are you doing this?” he sounds so adorably stressed about the unfamiliar affection.

You have to laugh, cradling his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss on the nose.

“You’re so fucking adorable, gosh you”, you say, biting his nose softly before giving it a second kiss. 

You sit back, sliding your hands to his chest. His pulse is a little raised. Cute.

“It’s affection. It’s nice. When you boop someone it means that they’re being playful with you and that they think a part of you is especially cute”, you explain and poke his nose, “boop.”

“Okay?” he tilts his head to the side, lifting his right hand to poke your nose, “boop?”

“Yes, exactly, but you have to raise your pitch as you do it. Like this. Boop.”

“Boop”, he barely raises his pitch.

You giggle, leaning into his touch. His eyes soften, he lets out a breathy chuckle, poking your nose again.

“Boop”, his voice was perfectly pitched.

“This was perfect”, you exclaim, wiggling on his lap because he makes you so giddy.

“Okay, if you say so”, he says in a chuckle, looking back into his book with a slight shake of his head. He is smiling to himself. 

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, rolling off of him to drop into the pillow. You stretch your arms from yourself, tracing his outer thigh like this.

You have luminescent stars on your ceiling. When you were little, you always counted them until you fell asleep. You find yourself doing it again, except that you can’t seem to get sleepy enough. You are a little droopy, but definitely not sleepy. Yoongi finished a chapter in the time you counted the glowing stars, now finding himself in the middle of the next chapter when you roll to your side beside him. 

You are under the covers, having them pulled up all the way to your ears. 

Yoongi notices your eyes on him and looks down. You are gazing at him as if he was the brightest star in this room, giving him a cute toothless smile the moment your eyes meet.

“Should I turn off the lights?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“I counted the stars a hundred times”, you tell him.

“You did?”

“Yeah”, your smile grows, the sparkle in your eyes does as well.

Yoongi feels his pulse speed up just a little.

“I like looking at you”, you say, showing him your teeth in a grin.

Yoongi is melting. You are so adorable.

He brushes the back of his hand down your cheek. You accept the affection with closed eyes.

“You’re beautiful”, he says softly, looking back into his book.

He tries to pull his hand back, but you stop him with a small “no”.

He studies you curiously. You are turning your back to him, wiggling it out of the blanket.

“Can I have scratches?”

Yoongi begins to scratch your back wordlessly, holding the book with his other hand and using his thumb to flip the page. He’s got the hand size for it. 

You like this so much. Back scratches are the best thing ever. They are so tingly and relaxing. Yoongi never stays at one place for too long, touching whatever inch he could reach and alternating between different patterns. He also switches between using his fingertips and using his nails, adding such amazing sensations to the innocent affection.

You are significantly sleepier when Yoongi’s arm grows tired and he has to take a short break by scratching your scalp instead. You showed him how he could do it best in order not to tug on your hair or damage it and he is doing it exactly like that, using a little bit of pressure because you like it. 

You visibly melt into the touch, inching closer to him until your butt touches his leg. You let out a little sound of comfort, nodding your head.

Yoongi looks at you, lowering the book for a moment. Something inside him shifts into the right place, granting him access to his sweetest realization.

He is actually taken.

He has someone who sees him worthy to date. 

He makes someone feel safe in his presence, safe enough that she loves him.

He can be gentle and soft and tender. He can make someone feel good.

He isn’t alone anymore, holy fuck, he is actually taken.

This is his reality.

Yoongi places the book aside to spoon you instead, putting his arms around you so he can pull you against his chest. He buries his nose in your neck, giving you a soft squeeze. 

You giggle, snuggling into him instantly.

“My princess”, he whispers.

“Your heart is racing so much.”

“I’m happy.”

“I’m happy too, my love.”

“Mhm my princess”, he lets out in a breath, following it up with a kiss to your cheek.

“Tickles”, you snicker.

He chuckles with you, wrestling you gently until you are on your back and he can kiss every inch of your face. You accept it with a racing heart and butterflies in your stomach. The day must have been really, really amazing for Yoongi because you have never witnessed him so affectionate before. Quite frankly, it drives you mad in the fluffiest of ways. 

Yoongi ends his love attack with a big smooch to your lips. 

“Mwuah”, he lets out, scrunching his nose, “that was affection too.”

“I might actually pass out. You’re so cute, oh god.”

Yoongi takes your hands and pins them above your head, holding them softly.

“You’re cuter”, he says and rests his head on your chest. You try to hug him, but his hands keep a tight grip around yours. 

So you stay pinned down and under him, while Yoongi nuzzles your chest, breathing deeply as he does.

“Your heart’s racing.”

“Because you are so affectionate. I’m not used to it.”

He lifts his head, looking at you.

“I can be affectionate.”

“Yeah, you can. Just not so cutely.”

“Is that so bad?”

You shake your head, “it’s the best thing ever. I like it so much.”

“Mhm”, he lowers his eyes, letting them run over you mindlessly. 

Somehow in the nice silence of it all, he managed to throw one leg over yours, now resting it between your thighs. Like this, you are so close, separated by nothing but your thin sleeping clothes. 

Yoongi meets your eyes again.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful too, my love.”

He cups your cheek, running his thumb along your cheekbone. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“I like it a lot that you always ask me, you know?”

“Yeah well, it means a great deal to me to know you want it. I’m not Hades”, he jokes, making you laugh.

“Oh god, not that again. Yeah, you definitely aren’t him”, you say and ruffle his hair, “come and kiss me, you softie.”

Yoongi doesn’t need to be told twice, falling into the kiss with closed eyes and a happy purr. 

He wants to savour every second of the kiss, just as you want to do the same. And because you and he want to cherish the kiss with such care, it happens that it lasts oh so very long. The touches are adoring and full of love. Your limbs never truly break apart, tangling closer together as the moments become longer. 

Distance is only truly present when you have to breathe and even during those moments, you stay oh so very close. 

You spend a lot of time on your back, but Yoongi spends just as much time on his back. Truly, the bed might be small, but you roll around in it nonetheless as time passes in the sweetest way. 

The night is a lot darker when Yoongi begins breaking the kiss more and more often. You shift your legs to get more comfortable, brushing against his middle this way. The reason for his sudden need for so many breaks reveals itself to your skin hard and a little wet.

“Ah-hm”, he lets out, following it up with a huff of air and a messy kiss to your neck.

Tingles run through you. You move your leg again. 

Yoongi reaches down and stops it gently.

“Stay still, please.”

“Boongie, did you get hard?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just…so nice.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi”, you gasp, embarrassing him so much that he breaks away and flops to his other side.

“I’m sorry”, he says into his hands, which he has thrown over his face.

With a fond chuckle, you spoon him, trying to drag his hands away from his face.

“Why are you apologising?” 

“I, I’m not sexualising you. I swear, I’m not.”

“Gosh, you silly boy”, you say, rolling him to his back. You straddle him, grinding down on him purposefully.

Yoongi gasps, arching his back and squeezing his legs together. His hands grasp your hips, squeezing desperately.

Perfect. What a perfect little reaction.

You put your weight on his thighs, placing your hands on his chest. His heart is racing. 

“You’re worrying about the silliest things sometimes. I like when you get hard.”

“You do?”

“Mhm, I do”, you dance your fingers to his neck and close them around it. 

Yoongi parts his lips, fluttering his lashes droopily. You aren’t even applying pressure and his head already feels heavier than before. 

“It’s so hot when you get hard for me. Can I give it a feel, my love?” 

He nods his head, humming a shy yes.

You keep your dominant hand on his neck, using the other to feel him up. His sleeping shorts are very thin, giving you the most delicious sensations on your fingertips. You like how hard cock feels under clothing. How it is just so there and hard and how you can feel out the shape of it. You especially love it when Yoongi gets hard because he is a very leaky man. His once dark grey shorts become almost black at the parts where his tip naturally lies. Wet and sticky. That’s how the fabric feels as you trace him. 

“Hm”, the sound leaves him shakily.

You lift your gaze. He has his eyes closed, biting down on his lower lip and furrowing his brows. His hands lie on each side of his head, opening and closing repeatedly. Even now he is looking for someone to hold his hands. If you weren’t suddenly filled with so much gluttony for this man, you would hold his hands until forever ends. 

But instead, you abandon his neck to pull down his shorts and take out his cock. Yoongi rips his eyes open, reaching for you to stop you. He can’t get very far and then you have him gripping the sheets and rolling his eyes back as you sink his cock into your mouth. 

You lick and suckle his tip as if it was a dripping popsicle, slurping and humming the same way. 

Yoongi doesn’t know words right now. He doesn’t know speech. Nor think. All he knows is noise. Make noise. Gasp. Gasp. Gasp and sigh and gasp again. Breathe. Gasp. Whimper. Gasp again. Yoongi doesn’t know words, nor speech and all he can really do is fight for air.

His trembling gasps and little sounds only strengthen your hunger for him. You moan, wiggling your tongue around him in sloppy yet calculated swirls. He tastes different as a human. More…human. As a vampire, he tastes sweet and definitely magically addicting. His essence is meant to charm, to pull the person in and make them dependent on its taste. Right now, all his essence serves is to prove how needy you get him. He doesn’t taste sweet, but he tastes good. So good. Even as a human he tastes so good. 

“Wow Yoongi, you’re so yummy”, you lull, taking him in deeper with a delicious moan. 

Yoongi finally gains back control. He grasps your hair and tugs you away.

“Stop.”

“Don’t like it?” you make sure, fleeing his weak grasp to instead litter his inner thighs with love bites and hickeys. 

It is Not easier to handle for Yoongi. Not in the fucking slightest. He stutters his words as if he never spoke before.

“We, we aren’t at ho-home. You’re so loud, you’ll wake, wake your grandparents.”

You stifle a chuckle.

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, biting his thigh on the most sensitive spot.

Yoongi gasps, arching his back and throwing his hand over his mouth.

“Quiet please”, he tries to hiss but it comes out as a needy beg.

You smile, changing position so you were hovering over him. Your crotch is pressed into his balls, his cock rubs against your stomach. Up until this point in your relationship the thought of being fucked by you had never crossed Yoongi’s mind. He didn’t fantasise about it, didn’t visualise it nor wished for it. Quite frankly, he never even considered it an option. Now all his mind produces are images of having you pump into him. He gulps repeatedly, gawking at you with hazy eyes. What is happening to him? 

You move closer to his face, grinding your crotch against him naturally. His hips chase it, his head is pounding. Holy fuck, you’re messing him up. 

“We’ll be quiet. Don’t worry”, you whisper, intertwining your hands with his’, “at least, I’ll be quiet”, you add with a teasing smirk.

“Princess”, he croaks, squeezing your hands. 

“Yeah?” you breathe, kissing his neck.

Yoongi speaks with his eyes rolled back and his body shivering with each kiss. 

“Promise me to be quiet.”

“I promise.”

“I want you.”

“I want you too”, you say and trace his ear with your tongue.

He trembles, ripping his hands from your grasp to hold your waist instead. Just once then he already changes his mind again and looks for your hands. 

“Mhm, I want you like crazy”, you purr as your tongue continues to trace his ear. He seems to be sensitive there and you like it when he shivers. 

“Princess…” he sighs, giving you all the shivers you so like to witness. 

“Yoongi…” you breathe, kissing a path down his clothed torso until you have his cock under your lips again.

You take him back inside, paying attention to his tip while your hands do the rest. It feels so good and Yoongi is feeling his control slip. Panic. He presses his legs together and reaches down, tugging you away.

“Wait, just wait”, he gasps out.

You sit back on your heels.

“Changed your mind?”

“No, I just.” He sits up, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. “Sorry, it’s fast. For me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. I’m sorry for rushing you. Do you want to stop?” you say, rubbing his back.

“No, I just need a moment. I, I get so horny so fast. And, and then I can’t control my thoughts anymore and it’s”, he huffs out air, “fucking shit, I’m talking actual ass.”

“No, you’re not. Why do you wanna control your thoughts during these moments?”

“Because…I don’t know. They’re really sexual.”

“And? I’m having sexual thoughts too.”

“You do?” 

Your eyes meet. You nod your head. 

“But they’re really sexual”, he insists.

“Samesies.”

He blinks rapidly, looking away. He rubs his own neck, doing so nervously.

“You know what I think your issue is right now?”

“Tell me.”

“Your sense of smell sucks ass.”

He scoffs, cocking his brow at you in question.

You get out of bed and put yourself in front of him. You take off your pants. Yoongi tries not to look but still ends up looking. Once bared, you step closer. Right between his legs so he has no choice but to look at you. 

“Can I have your hand?”

He offers it to you, switching between looking at your face in question and your middle in desire. 

You flip his hand so his palm is facing up, then guide it between your legs. You hold his pointer finger, moving it through your folds so he can really get a feel of how wet he makes you.

Yoongi purrs, tightening his jaw.

“Can you feel that?”

��Ye-yeah.”

“You might not be able to smell how wet I am, but I am”, you say and grind down on his finger, “you’re not the only one horny. I’m horny too, so much. I’m so wet for you”, you mewl, giving him pretty eyes.

“Holy fuck, princess”, he chokes out, pulling you into a kiss with his left hand on the nape of your neck. He shakes off your hand, taking over between your legs. His middle and ring finger sink into you, his thumb begins to massage your clit. 

Not having expected the sudden burst of pleasure, you whimper into the kiss, grasping his shoulders to stop your wobbling knees from giving up completely. 

Yoongi curls his long fingers, grazing over your spot most sensitive with such precision that you have to break the kiss just to gasp his name. 

“That’s nice, mhm?” confidence is finally in his voice. The raspy deepness of it has returned now that he is in his comfort space; making you feel good. 

“Yeah”, you gasp, following it with a wobble of your knees, “is so nice.”

“Mhm. Put your arms around me.”

You follow, burying your hands deep in his soft hair. It’s so soft and thick. He has so much of it. It’s so fucking amazing to play with it. 

“That’s it. Hold onto me, my beloved”, he whispers, falling back into the kiss with you. You use your tongues instantly, sighing and moaning quietly. All while his hand continuously drags the warmest and deepest pleasure to the surface. Every curl of his fingers, every rub of his thumb is placed with precision. As if he studied your body to the point of perfection. And in a sense he did. He might still hide his own spots from you, feeling too scared to show himself this way, but he knows the paths of your body by heart. While he hid behind always taking the lead, he learned so that he can now make you sigh so very much with just three of his fingers.

But you are stubborn. He likes this about you even if sometimes your stubbornness leads him into rather overwhelming situations. Like your right hand suddenly dropping to his cock to begin jerking him off. He breaks the kiss, moaning loudly just to follow it up with a gasp.

“Quiet”, he hisses.

“I’m not the one being loud”, you throw back sassily, twisting your hand around his heated tip. It looks so flushed between your fingers, like the prettiest shade if pink.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you”, he presses out through gritted teeth, huffing out air in time with his fingers fucking into you. Again and again. In a fast, sloppy rhythm. 

But because you are you – the most perfect, stubborn, giving goddess – you don’t crumble under his touches. You match his rhythm, pumping his cock with such sloppy goodness that Yoongi feels dizzy. He moans into your mouth, tilting his head back. He licks your lips, wobbling so much that he accidentally licks the tip of your nose as well. It makes you giggle, which in return messes him up more. 

“I don’t think that you’re gonna ruin me” you whisper, watching the effect of your hand job wash over his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes rolled back and halfway open. 

“Brat”, he croaks, “ahmmmm”, he moans, squeezing his lips together just so he can’t be loud. 

“But I’m your brat.”

“Mhm, my brat. My pretty, stubborn brat”, he whispers and kisses you deeply. This is the kind of kiss which would already make you weak in normal situations but with his hand between your legs, it is quite frankly impossible to receive. 

It suddenly gets so, so hard to keep the rhythm going. Yoongi, who notices the faltering touches around his cock, smirks into the kiss, picking up skill to show you how good he can give it to you. He always gets what he wants. He is going to ruin you. Your sweet, little attempts to break him first might distract him for a while, but at the end of it, he is going to get what he wants. You’re his perfect soulmate, you are going to crumble for him even if you try so very hard it make him crumble first. 

You squeak a little, breaking the kiss. You twist his hair and tug, forcing his head to tilt back. Your eyes are half lidded and droopy as you look at him, your lips are parted. 

“You have to…do better.”

He smirks, “don’t test me.”

“Try me.”

With a soft push he puts distance between you and him. His fingers are gone for now, grabbing your wiggling hips. He slides off of bed, falling to his knees and dropping his head on the edge of the mattress. Like this, he pulls you onto his face, licking your pussy with an eager tongue the second it comes into contact with you.

“Yoongi”, you mewl, having to twist the blanket for support. 

“Lean on me, princess. I’ve got you”, he purrs between licks, caressing your shaking legs with eager hands.  

“This is unfair, oh god Yoongi”, you mewl, dropping your head. You are really trying to be quiet. Yoongi not so much now that he is pussy drunk and lost. He is so noisy in his licks and slurps, adding throaty growls and delicious purrs to it. How obviously in his element he finally is. How little he cares for his environment when his face is buried between your legs. The switch will never fail to make you shake. To have him go from shy and reserved to a complete noisy munch. Oh, you can barely handle it. 

But even Yoongi has to stop. Even Yoongi has to come to the painful realisation that humans have to breathe, that he can’t spend minutes without air. He growls as he does it, looking up at you with blown out pupils and a messy lower face. 

“You’re my fucking everything, princess”, he purrs, “fuck, why is air so sparse?” 

“Cause you’re human.”

“Mhm, if only there was a spell for unlimited air. I’d live right here”, he lulls, dragging you back onto his tongue to devour every inch of your addictive pussy. Even as a human he loves the taste. Even as a human he feels charmed by it. Even as a fucking human, he can’t get enough. He feels mad in desire. His thoughts are scrambling again, spitting the most vile things imaginable, but he feels no shame anymore. Just maddening desire to make all these thoughts a reality. He wants you shaking, trembling and whimpering his name. He wants you wetting his face and gripping his hair. This is what he is good at. Even as a human. The proof is right there. He exists to give and give and give. 

You can’t even be mad at him for putting his own needs on the backbench because he is currently making you come insanely close to an orgasm and you are panicking.

You begin fleeing, gripping his hair, stumbling while he continuously drags you back onto his tongue. 

“It’s too much, please”, you beg. 

Yoongi slows down, using the moment to catch his breath. His tender hands rub the back of your thighs, soothing the shakes in them.

“Hurts?”

“No, too close.”

“Mhhhm”, he purrs and stops caring about your little whines. He drags you back onto his tongue, sucking and licking you on the spots most sensitive. Being close isn’t a reason to stop. He won’t entertain your begs when this is the reason. You talk big about making him crumble first, but he is hellbent on proving you wrong. He sucks and slurps, moving your hips on his tongue so you can feel everything. He basks in every throb, in every pulse and new droplet of pleasure you feed him. Fuck, he loves eating your pussy. 

You twist his hair, wobbling so incredibly much, and throw your hand over your mouth, scrunching your face as he makes you feel so much pleasure that it is hard to be quiet. He is definitely not easier to handle as a human. His fangs and long tongue might be missing, but his talent remains. This is it. If you hadn’t known it yet, you definitely know now. Yoongi is actually good. He isn’t just good because of vampiric magic, he is good because he has skill and an actual, insane obsession with eating pussy. 

“Yoongi please”, you beg because begging is all you can do.

He sucks on your clit with vigour, reminding you how sensitive you are there. The wet, fast licks which follow afterwards do the rest.  

You have to climax on his face if you wanted to or not. You really want to. He feels so good. 

“Yoon- you…unfair”, you choke out and feel the knot break. Hard and very hot. And because it’s Yoongi, he presses you closer as you throb, making it fucking impossible to function. If it wasn’t for your hand, you would squeal his name as loudly as you can.

You begin fleeing. Yoongi doesn’t let you. He uses magic on you to lift you and flip you so you were kneeling by the bed with your tummy against it. He cages you in behind him, kissing your neck with wet, puffy lips. His cock is between your legs, fucking back and forth to grind against your pussy. Electric. He makes you feel electric. And so utterly his’.

“Did you just use magic to, to move me?”

“Hm, maybe”, he purrs, placing his left hand over yours while he lets his right slip between your legs again.

You writhe and squirm, pressing into him just as much as you flee him. You whimper softly, reaching behind yourself to twist his hair. He purrs, cuddling closer as his hips grind into you.

“Mhm, now you’re so wet”, he whispers, playing with your clit even if you’re still sensitive, “and so fucking puffy. Mhm princess, love when you’re like this.”

“Yoongi please”, you get out, dropping your head against him. 

“Sensitive?” 

“Yeah”, you mewl.

“You’re such a good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his cock against your clit.

You gasp, trying to form words.

“What’s the matter, mhm?”

“I love you.”

He falters, stilling for just a moment before he hugs you tightly and kisses your cheek.

“I love you too, my beloved”, he says against it, following it up with a rub to your clit with his tip, “boop.”

“Huh?” you laugh instantly, craning your neck to look at him.

“Did I do it right, mhm?” he chuckles.

“I guess? Oh god, Boongie you’re so cute.” 

“Mhm, you’re cuter”, he says and slips his hand to your hips. “Stay quiet, I know you can do it”, he says and breaks away to lie down on the floor with his head between your legs. With one magical push he has you smothering him with your wet pussy. 

“Yoo-”, you silence yourself by dropping your head on the bed and biting the blanket. You huff out air repeatedly, writhing in his strong hold as he drags burning pleasure to the surface. 

You learned your lesson. Don’t challenge Yoongi about who gets the other to break first because you will lose. Even as humans you can’t win against him. His touches are too powerful, his devotion just too strong. With drool soaking the blanket and your legs shaking, you take the sloppy head he gives you against your childhood bed while the blinds are still open. 

If it wasn’t already fucking hot, the way he gives it to you does the rest. It isn’t long and he has you throbbing on his tongue a second time. The blanket works overtime to silence your squeals, his magic keeps you from completely sitting down on him. 

He also uses his magic to move you after you flee in overstimulation. He is on his feet within seconds, carrying you in his arms with ease. You know that he is using magic because it tingles a little. Or maybe you are tingling because he literally made you see stars. 

Whatever the case, you are utterly and completely his’ right now. He gazes up at you with his face wet and his lips puffy and deep pink. 

“Still wanna talk big?” he asks.

“I can’t stand you”, you choke out, dropping your head on his shoulder.

He laughs, “it’s what you get for challenging me, you little brat.” 

You tremble, exhaling shakily. 

“Aww poor baby, did I break you?” he coos as he climbs onto bed with you. You sit on his lap like this, hugging him oh so tightly.

“Shut up.”

He laughs deeply, patting your butt. He kisses your shoulder, speaking softly.

“You did really well.”

“I still can’t stand you.”

“Princess, no. Don’t talk like this”, he whines in a chuckle. 

You lift your head, meeting his smiling face. You smile at him instantly, cupping his glowing cheeks. 

“I lied. I can’t get enough of you”, you say.

“That’s so much better.”

You giggle, pushing him down to kiss him. Yoongi falls with a throaty moan, letting you straddle him gladly. This is a position he will always feel comfortable in. You and he are equal here and he loves it when you show him that you can push him around easily. 

You moan and sigh into the kiss, feasting on the taste of you as your hands are restless on his torso. His own hands are restless as well and somehow in the fumbling of it all, he manages to take off your shirt. It drops to the floor, Yoongi pulls you to his face instantly so he can kiss and suck your breasts. Like this, your pussy is grinding against his clothed stomach, messing up his shirt. 

“I want your skin, please Yoongi.”

“Rip my shirt”, he lulls, face first in your tits. 

“How??”

“Challenge the feelings and use their strength. Trust me.”

You do as you are told, ripping the shirt with ease. 

“Yoongi”, you moan, throwing the shirt to the side. It repairs itself mid air because Yoongi does it, dropping to the floor in one piece. 

“Good job, my good girl. Fuck, my good girl”, he praises, burying himself back in your tits to devote his everything to them.

You close your eyes in a roll, dropping your forehead on the edge of the backrest. You have what you craved. You are grinding against his naked stomach, feeling everything. His soft skin, his happy trail and his warmth. If he hasn’t already ruined you before, he definitely would have now. But he already made you crumble, resulting in the grinds to make you twitch each time your clit comes into contact with him.

“You feel so good…”

“Mhm, you feel so good too, princess.”

“I wanna fuck you.”

He smiles, “wanna fuck you too.”

You shimmy down until you have his cock under you. You wrap your fingers around his base, guiding it through your folds. 

Yoongi purrs, gazing at you with droopy eyes and a giddy smile. His big hands caress your thighs, his chest heaves up and down in excited breaths.

“My beautiful”, he sighs, lowering his lids just a little more, “can’t wait to be inside.”

“I’ll do it now, I can’t wait. Ready?” 

He smiles up at you, nodding his head with a hum.

“I love you.”

“I love you too”, he whispers, arching his back when you sink him into you. 

He bottoms out within seconds, filling you up so good that you have to gasp for air.

“Does it hurt?” he asks worriedly.

But you shake your head, “it feels so good. So warm and, and...” You shiver, smiling at him. “And so right.”

“It does princess, it does”, he agrees with adoration in his honey voice.

You start moving, struggling within seconds because your legs are wobbly. So to help you, Yoongi props his arms up and holds both your hands, giving you something to lean on this way. Moving becomes so much easier, the connection even deeper. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, fucking beautiful, fuck”, Yoongi gets out, gazing at you with droopy eyes. His toes are curling. The pleasure you give him is intense and he wants to close his eyes, but missing out on your beautiful face would hurt too much. So he powers through it. He gazes even if his eyes burn in exhaustion, he smiles even if his lips want to form moans instead. 

To be looked at with such love makes you feel so good. So goddamn good that you don’t have to bounce on him to feel eternal. He is glad that you aren’t because it would set him off with the first movement. He likes the slowness of it, how gentle you move and how it makes both of you float in a warm, fluffy cloud of good pleasure.

“You’re beautiful, Yoongi”, you get out, squeezing his hands.

“You are”, he sighs and closes his eyes.

To watch him let go and truly enjoy it is too much. “Oh god”, you tremble, having to gasp. You stop instantly, otherwise you would have lost yourself. 

Yoongi opens his eyes and furrows his brows when he sees the sudden panic on your features.

“What’s the matter?” 

“My control, I-” 

“You’re safe, let it happen.” 

“But what will happen to you?” 

“Let it happen”, he encourages you and then his dark brown eyes glow purple. 

Your control crumbles instantly. Your eyes match his glow.

“Yoongi, your eyes.”

“Yours are the same.”

“What?” 

Thankfully you have a mirror on the wall just high enough that you can see yourself in it, meeting your purple eyes. You exhale shakily, meeting Yoongi’s equally as purple eyes in the reflection.

He smiles, squeezes your hands when you laugh in both disbelief and the overwhelming happiness such a connection brings you.

“Yoongi, oh my god, we’re the same.”

“I know.”

You turn to him, cupping his cheeks.

“My love, oh my love.”

He leans into your touch, sitting up moments later because he wanted to be closer to you. Like this, his stomach gives such nice pressure to your clit. He lifts you for just a second with the help of his magic and crosses his legs, making it more comfortable for both of you to be so close. Like this, you sit on his lap with your own legs around his hips.

“My love”, he whispers, moving your hips slowly so the connection can deepen even more. 

The glow becomes brighter and brighter. It is just you and him. You have never been closer than right now. If there was still doubt about your connection somewhere in this universe, this right here is the final proof. You share the same breath, the same warmth and the same colour of eyes as magic courses through both your bodies. You and he are both witches whose magic is based on their emotions and in this moment, your emotions are the same, your magic is one.

“I’d wait a million lifetimes for you, ___”, he whispers, cupping your cheek.

“I’d move the fucking stars for you, Min Yoongi.”

He smiles. Perhaps your eyes deceive you, but there are markings of purple suddenly glowing under his skin. Like a tattoo invisible made visible now that you let his own control slip oh so safely. And as your hips dance with his’ and your hands stay connected with him, the air around you begins dancing in millions of small stars. 

“What’s happening?”

“We’re moving the stars, my love”, he whispers.

The stars form their own galaxies, starting from the stars on your ceiling and spreading around you in clouds. 

“Yoongi.”

“Don’t cry, my love.”

“We can do that?”

He nods his head with the love growing in his eyes.

“Yoongi”, you whimper, “I love you so much.”

“I love you just as much” he sighs, rubbing your hip in soothing as he wipes the tears from your cheeks. You haven’t noticed it yet, but the same markings glow under your skin. He loves you so very much that he paints more stars onto your shared galaxy until the very room is filled with them. 

“Keep moving like this. It feels so good”, he tells you.

“Oh god.” You shiver. “Yeah, it does. Wow, it does.”

You chase the warmth between your legs. For but a moment, you had forgotten what you and he were doing. The magical moment was just too wonderfully distracting. Now that he made you aware of it again, you can’t help but feel just a little overwhelmed from it. This is sex, but this is so much more. You are chasing pleasure, but you are also chasing so much more. This is true love and you are chasing the addictive feeling of making magic with the One.

The stars are endless in the room, purple nebulas have started to form around you and him. The glow of them paints his skin a slight purple, making you glow just as much. 

So this is what it feels like. This is what giving up control feels like to someone like you. It is warm. It is so intensely warm that you have to seek his comfort by hiding away in his neck.

“I love you so much, oh god”, you choke out.

“I love you too, my beloved witch”, he whispers. His voice is trembling, his breath is just a little uneven. 

Your hearts are racing, the parts where you touch are heated and damp. You deepen the contact by burying your hands in his hair. It feels even softer now that magic sets him aflame. He shudders and exhales shakily, meeting your movements with desperate rolls of his hips.

“Yoon- ah”, you squeak, curling your toes in electric pleasure. 

Yoongi answers you in a small whimper and his fingers dimpling your softest spots. His own face is nuzzled into your shoulder, his veins can barely handle the endless pleasure your warmth gives him. He feels home right now. Home and finally in harmony with himself. There are no dark voices in the back of his mind, no curse urging him on to rip you apart, no desires of violence getting stronger and stronger the deeper he falls into you. There is no darkness. Just galaxies of purple and melodies of endless love. He feels out of control, but it creates good in the world. 

Yoongi has never felt more in harmony with himself than he does right now. And he wants to share this harmony with you. He wants you to bask in the warmth and silence of it and give you the deep, magical pleasure he feels as it happens. 

He presses you a little closer to his stomach, basking in the moan you muffle in his neck. He rolls his hips into you, eliciting yet another moan from you. Again. He needs to make you feel as good as you make him feel.

And it all gets a little too much for you. The connection, his touch, the pressure on your clit and the warmth of having him inside. At all gets a little too much for you. 

“Yoongi, I’m cumming.”

“Let go, my love. Let go.”

Your high came sooner than he thought it would, but he doesn’t mind. He holds you through it, looking at the room with awe in his purple eyes. You make the stars dance in swirls and waves. 

“You’re beautiful, my little witch. Your magic’s so beautiful”, he sighs, squeezing you closer to him to really give you the best you ever had, “you’re so beautiful, my love. You’re…so…beautiful…”

You feel so free. This is the first thought you have. You feel so fucking free. He makes you feel so good and you don’t have to hold back on anything. The release of pressure, energy and magic brings you to fucking tears.

“I love you so much, Min Yoongi.”

“I love you…too- ah, I’m gonna cum”, he gets out, tugging at your hips, “sit up, I’m close.”

“Don’t hold back, please Yoongi let it happen”, you beg him, speeding up your hips.

“But- ah a-ha, but-”

You lift your head, spilling tears when you realise that the magic has also painted his hair purple. You know that you match his colour, that once again your connection became even more visible. And you never felt more certain about having him paint your walls than you do right now. Let him seal the connection. Let him make you his’.

“Let go, my beloved witch”, you whisper, cradling his cheeks as you dance your hips on him. It is a little difficult because he really ruined you with your high, but you want to do it for him. You want him to experience the same intense high as you did. He is your soulmate and he deserves to feel amazing. Yoongi is breathing heavier and heavier, letting out more and more little whimpers as his eyes just very slowly go out of focus.

“Let go please. I want to be yours”, you beg him, clenching around him.

“___”, Yoongi whimpers and breaks under you, rolling his eyes back and closing them because it all gets too much for him. The stars around you tremble and dance, his fingers dig deep into your softness as his seed covers your every inch, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Yoongi. I love you so much”, you choke out, helping him ride out his high and feeling so good that you make the stars dance just as much.

He falls down after his high, dragging you with him so he could hug you just as much as he tries to kiss you. You try to kiss him back, but both of you are so out of breath and you keep giggling and smiling that it’s difficult to find a rhythm. It makes the kiss so much more special because it is honest and it is real and in this moment, you and he carry your fucking feelings in every giggle and every shaky breath. You just did it. You sealed your connection. You let it happen and as you did, you created galaxies out of nothing. You lost control together until purple was all around you and flowing through your veins. You became one soul. 

The stars become less and less as you kiss until only the luminescent stickers on your ceiling glow in an ever fading purple. 

“Oh god Yoongi, we actually made galaxies.”

“I know. Holy fuck, I lost control and it didn’t make me violent.”

“I’m so happy for you, oh Yoongi”, you choke out, lifting your head so you could meet his eyes. His hair is black again, the glow under his skin stopped but his eyes were still a slight purple. Darker than before, but the remnants of strong magic still flicker in them. 

You touch his cheek, his neck, his hair.

“Your skin was glowing and, and your hair. Your hair was purple.”

“I know. You were the same.”

“We were the same. Yoongi, you and I are so right.”

“We are. Ah! Mhhhm”, he suddenly tenses up, scrunching his nose, “okay, don’t do that. My cock’s gonna fall off.”

“Huh? I just moved a little. You normally like that.”

“Yeah, not here. Uff, I’m so sensitive please get off.”

He makes you laugh, which makes slipping off a very whiny procedure for him.

“So I take it that your human cock can only go once?”

“Definitely yep, wow that hurt”, he says and rubs his cock soothingly, “my poor little wiener.”

“Yoongi”, you snort, “why would you call it like that, you silly bean?”

He laughs with boyish eyes, kicking his feet as he does it. He really makes you so happy that you have to throw yourself on your back and laugh just as much. 

You each drink some water after your laugh. You also each go to the toilet and clean up as best possible. You don’t bother to put on clothes, waiting for Yoongi to come back. He does so quickly, locking the door behind him and running to the bed.

“Kook and Tae are downstairs. I ran so fast. I was scared they’ll see my naked ass.”

“But you did it?”

“I hope”, he says and slips under the blanket. He wiggles around a bit, making cute sounds.

“Comfy?” you snicker fondly.

“Yeah, so warm”, he purrs and nuzzles into the pillow with a scrunch of his nose. 

You and he gaze at each other like this. He cups your cheek, tracing your skin slowly.

“My little witch”, he whispers.

You lean into his touch, closing your eyes halfway.

“I can’t believe you let me cum inside. What if something happens?”

“If it’s anyone, it’s you Min Yoongi.”

Seriousness washes over his features as the meaning of your words sink into him. He tries to speak calmly but his voice trembles.

“I don’t know what you see in me, but whatever it is, I’m so fucking glad that you do.”

“I see everything in you. My past, my present and my future.”

Yoongi pulls you close, hugging you against him.

“My beloved. Holy fuck, I love you”, he presses out, cradling you with such desperate love it feels as if he wanted to melt with you.

“I love you too, my beloved.”

[nastyaromatherapy]

“What? I was at Econ.” (18+)

Ethan finds you drunk in an alley, and he isn't as kind as he seems.

pairing - Ethan Landry x fem!reader

one shot length, 3.4k word fic

warnings: non/dub con, dark, corruption, PIV, bj, fingering, no protection, degrading, slapping, spitting, death.

The sound of wet taps and drips filled your ears as you laid on the wet cement of the alleyway. You were worried, of course, but not worried enough to get up and run for your life. It was relaxing, strangely enough. You didn’t hear anyone or anything except the usual engine of a nearby car. Plus, the noise of water was music to your ears.

Suddenly you heard the sound of footsteps. You started to attempt to prop yourself up on your elbows, but you lacked the strength. You had just come out of a party, drunken as ever. An annoyed whine left your mouth as you heard the steps crescendo, growing faster as well. Your eyes shot open when you caught sight of the shadowed figure above you. It was tall and had a masculine frame. When it knelt beside you, you saw the face of a boy. A seemingly sweet one at that.

“Hey. Are you okay?” He asked with sincerity. You slowly shook your head. “Here,” he said, offering his hand to help you up. When you were brought to your feet you stumbled, and he wrapped his arm around your waist to support you. Your head surged with pain at the change in elevation and lighting, the light in front of you dim, but far brighter than the darkness of your eyelids. You groaned to yourself, unaware of your vulnerability. 

“What are you doing in this alley?” He asked. You pondered, unsure yourself. “I...party. Party, there,” you slurred due to both the alcohol, and confusion. Really you didn’t know where the party was, or why you were really in this alley. You pointed in a random direction and his eyes followed, not noticing a party. He just shrugged.

“God, this is so creepy,” you said slowly, finally becoming aware of your surroundings. “I wanna go home.” Ethan nodded, looking around for an exit. He held you as the two of you ventured through the alley. That way, you wouldn’t stumble and fall. “My names Ethan, what’s yours?” He asked more straightforwardly than usual, noticing you were very drunk. “Y/n,” you said in reply.

“You shouldn’t be doing this. It’s dangerous,” he said. You just sighed in response. You were in no position to protest considering the predicament you were currently in.

His chest gave you warmth, and you leaned your head on it, even if it affected your balance a little. Your outfit from the party didn’t provide that much insulation. You felt heat travel from your waist to your heinie, and you shifted uncomfortably. His hand was now resting on your barely covered ass, and even your drunk self was disturbed. “Stop, what are you doing,” you asked, and as you tried to snake away, he held you in place. “You looked like you were gonna fall, I’m just holding you better,” he replied. You thought to yourself, your knees were pretty wobbly, and he was helping you. Why were you being so anxious?  You decided to let it be.

“God you’re deep in this alley. I’m not sure if I’m gonna be able to find an exit that’s not blocked. I might have to call someone to pick us up.” As he opened up his phone and called a contact you weren’t able to read, his hand still had a firm grip on your ass. You kept telling yourself he was just trying to help. “Okay well my friend’s on their way. Let’s sit and wait for them,” he suggested after he finished his call. He walked you to an area that was barely lit with a lamp. The two of you sat on the cold stony ground.

You sat on your butt with your knees propped up, not even noticing how your mini skirt flipped up, revealing your panties. As you looked around the alley, you realized you didn’t notice your surroundings. Sure, you were drunk, but you could’ve sworn you were lying down right near an exit. How come Ethan couldn’t find the exit?

You laid your head against him, feeling comfortable with this complete stranger. Unpredictably, you felt a cold pain searing on your thigh. You bit your lip to hold back a squeal. The pain was temporary, and heat slowly started to warm up your leg. You looked down, and finally noticed that your skirt wasn’t covering your crotch. However, that’s not what you were paying attention to. Your eyes widened at Ethan’s hand, rubbing circles around your inner thigh.

You flinched heavily and loudly whispered, “Fuck, stop! What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan just shrugged, a confused look on his face. “It’s fucking freezing. I’m warming up my hands. Why?” His words were reassuring and reminded you that you were in safe hands. “It just, feels wrong. Please don’t touch me like that.” He nods. “Yeah, sorry. I was just… cold.” You weren’t sure how to respond to him. You were using his chest as a pillow, why couldn’t he use your thighs as hand warmers? You felt it was only fair, especially considering that he was helping you. So, no matter how wrong it felt, you decided to let him. “No you’re right, it is cold. I’m sorry, go ahead.”

You softly winced as his frozen hand touched your thighs once more, the warmth from your blood slowly radiating back to his fingertips. He sighed to himself, “You’re so warm,” as he started slowly massaging your muscle there. You decided to just relax, somebody was going to pick you up and take you home soon. Ethan’s chest was large and comfortable, so you closed your eyes and attempted to drift off.

You couldn’t even relax for 5 seconds before you felt his fingers shift to your panties. He rubbed circles on your clit and you couldn’t help but let out a meek whimper. “Ethan, stop! What do you think you’re doing?” You asked frantically, even though you weren’t at all trying to remove yourself from his grasp. “I already told you, I’m warming up my hands,” he chuckled dryly, and although you hated he was doing this, your back arched against his hand, your primal urge taking over.

“You’re such a liar,” you cried, closing your eyes as you did nothing to fight against his touch. Ethan bit his lip to hold back a groan when he felt your panties dampen, proving you were aroused by this. The most you could muster up to do was just repeatedly whimper out the words “stop, stop, stop, stop.” And when you did decide to try to crawl away, his large hands just held you in place. “God, I’m getting you a fucking ride and I’m rotting in this freezing alley for you. The least you could do is just warm me up!” You nodded in submission, quickly going back to your original position, lying on his chest with your knees open, revealing your panties that now had a damp spot.

He lowered his head, his chin grazing your shoulder. “Your panties are filthy,” he started, hooking the band with his fingers. “Let me help you.” He slid your panties completely off, tossing them to a dark corner. At this point you knew exactly what he was doing. “No, this is too much. Please stop,” you pleaded, your face in your hands to hide your flush of shame. 

He striked your face with his palm after yanking your hands away. “Shut up. Hear me?” He gave your other cheek a matching slap while simultaneously exploring your wet folds with his other hand. The pain from the slap and the hurt from the betrayal caused tears to stream from your eyes. Your vision was fogged but you could still notice the way his hand was assaulting your parts. His fingers circled around your clit, eliciting moans from your dainty lips. “Why are you doing this?” You cried. “Well I couldn’t just leave you there for somebody else to use. So pretty, so delicate.”

His fingers sped up in speed, and your whimpers echoed throughout the walls of the silent alleyway. Ethan couldn't help but smirk at the fact you didn’t even try to fight back. Your breathing got heavier, and soon your chest was heaving. Before things got too far you said, “No, this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.” He was very annoyed by this. “But you’re about to cum,” he coerced. He was right, he was hitting that spongy spot in you so well, and you could feel your orgasm approaching. You felt so dirty, knowing he was right. Aware that you were coming undone from a complete strangers fingers in a filthy alley.

“Shh,” he cooed into your ear, noticing your desperate whines and pleas to stop, even though your body was finding immense pleasure. “Just take my fucking fingers and cum. Cum on my fingers like a good fucking whore,” he practically growled, sending heat straight to your core.

You didn’t say anything when you came. You just moaned erratically, your legs shaking and your eyes watering. He pulled his fingers out of you as you panted, recovering from your release. He took a look at the residue glistening on his fingers before smearing them on your face, now slathered with your bodily fluids. “Shit, that’s a good slut.” 

You felt disgusted and used, but on the contrary you felt the need to press your thighs together to relieve the feeling within you. “I’m not,” you cried, defending yourself. He grabbed you by the hair, forcefully tilting your head up to look at him. He spat in your face, the glob of saliva dripping from your chin to lips. “Slut,” he repeated, making sure it got through your head. Your face stung from another slap of his hand, and his chuckles made your stomach churn.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded but you shook your head. “No,” you said with a quivering voice, attempting to stand your ground. Swiftly, he pulled out a knife from his pocket. The handle was black and the blade was well, frightening. “Take off your clothes,” he repeated, this time through gritted teeth. The sight of the knife made your heart race with fear. If the situation wasn’t serious before, it was now. You slowly stripped, afraid of maybe making the wrong movie.

“So pretty,” he whispered to himself as he watched in awe, eyes mainly fixated on your tits. He unbuckled his belt, and reached into his boxers to remove his cock. You couldn’t deny it, it was good looking. Even if the size was intimidating and unexpected, it was put together, clean even. But that didn’t stop the disturbed feeling in your gut since this wasn’t right. And even with that disturbed gut feeling, your mind was disturbed at yourself. Disturbed that even with all this fear, apart of you was turned on. The sight of his cock was drenching your already soaked cunt.

Again he grabbed you by the hair, sending stinging pain straight to your scalp. He forced your face in front of his cock, making you topple onto your stomach. You winced when your knees got cut from the rough ground. “Open,” he ordered. You swallowed, not wanting to. You looked into his eyes that sent daggers, reminding you of the danger he held with the knife. Your mouth opened, barely, not even enough to fit a finger, let alone his size.

“Wider,” he said, firmer this time. You stretched your mouth, and your jaw ached. He grinned and guided his thick tip to your opened mouth. The smell of him was so intoxicating. The musk, the dominance, it was all so primal, and even if mentally you were against it, your body couldn’t get enough. 

He easily slipped his cock past your lips, and threw his head back with a groan. His hands still held a firm grip on your head as he practically used you as a fleshlight, forcing your head up and down. Your eyes watered when he hit the back of your throat, and you felt your sinuses open, feeling nasally. You felt every ridge and vein of him against your tongue, and the deeper he went, the more difficult it was to not gag.

Ethan muttered curses to himself, loving every second of this. Even while in this inappropriate situation, you found yourself turned on by Ethan enjoying himself. The way he would groan or roll his hips against your throat. “That’s it,” he said before slapping your sore face. “Take that fucking dick.” You whimpered, but it was barely audible with his cock stuffed in your mouth.

With every gag that managed to slip out, you felt your mind go blank. Even with the immense pain, you found pleasure as well. It was obvious from the way your cunt was repeatedly clenching around absolutely nothing.

You gasped for air when he abruptly pulled away. Your lips were swollen and your cheeks flushed, eyes glossy. He stroked himself with nauseating pride before spitting on your face, and at this point, you were fighting back a smile. It landed on your philtrum and dropped down to your chin. You couldn’t help but stare at him stroking his cock, the way each movement of his forearm elicited a lustful moan from him. The way he would tense before each groan, and shiver slightly after.

“Fuck, you want my cum, slut? Want it all over your pretty little face?” You shook your head no, too embarrassed to tell the truth. You craved it. However, your eyes couldn’t pry away from him. Your mind raced with curiosity about him cum. What it would taste like, how thick it would be, how much would come out. “J-just a little,” you didn’t even realize you were saying, too mesmerized in his masturbation. 

He knew you wanted it, but he wasn’t going to give up his cum to you for some absent minded statement. “That’s not good enough,” he chuckled, shaking his head. You knew you would have to admit it if you were gonna get his cum. “Please, just let me taste some,” you pleaded.

“Yeah? You want that cum?” He moaned, holding back since he was so close to the edge. “Yes please, I need it,” you begged, your hand smoothing out his thigh to guide your mouth closer. Ethan titled his head back and grunted, stroking himself as thick ropes of his cum landed into your awaiting mouth, some making its way to your nose. “Fuck, it’s so good,” you moaned as you greedily lapped at his tip, hoping he would just keep ejaculating more. You were disappointed when his breathing slowed and it came to an end, your drunken haze more apparent.

He noticed this and grinned to himself, knowing that you started to enjoy this. He guided his tip back to your already parted lips and you started to blow him voluntarily, happily pleasing the man who was assaulting you just minutes before. He reached for his phone, and while doing so his mouth was agape with heavy breathing as you brought his cock back to life. The light emitted on his screen, and unbeknownst to you, he was looking at absolutely nothing. He put the phone in his pocket. “My friend’s finally here, let’s get you home.”

He quickly put his pants back on and stood up, pulling you up by your arm. You reached for your clothes before he said, “Stop it, no time. You want to get home don’t you?” You nod in understanding, but you’re afraid to meet his friend and you don’t want them to see you naked. Nonetheless you ventured through the alleyway completely bare, aside from your feet that were clothed with chunky pink heels. You winced trying to keep up with his pace, his tall stature and large steps making him naturally faster. Your cut up knees however kept you from speed walking, a pain shooting through you if you flexed them too much. You clung to his arm, again finding more stability against him then on your drunken legs.

Suddenly, he grabbed you and slammed you against a brick wall, the tough material slicing your cheek. “Ethan, I wanna go home,” you cried, panic setting in when you heard him unzip his pants. He was holding your face against the wall, but you could see in the shadow on the ground that his cock was out once more. He pressed his tip against your entrance, sliding it up and down against your ass and folds. “No, stop, please,” you pleaded, not on any birth control, and feeling his raw condomless head.

“Shut up,” he spat, slapping your ass with force that stung. You shrieked as he slowly started to enter, but the noises he made were nothing short of pleasure. Although you were begging, pleading for him to stop, you couldn’t help but push back against his cock, your pussy begging for more. “Mm,” he growled to himself, one hand firm on your hip and another holding your wrists above your head to prevent you from running away. “Pussy so fucking tight.”

Your mouth was leaking moaning pleas, his size practically rearranging your insides. “Stop- your cock’s s’big,” you slurred, your words very oxymoronic. His breathing was heavy down your neck as he impaled your cunt, taking advantage of the inconsistency’s of your words. As much pleasure as you found in this, you didn’t find anything appealing about possibly being impregnated. However both the lust and alcohol made all of those anxious thoughts melt away, letting only your pussy, stuffed to the brim with his cock, think for you. 

He slapped your ass, enjoying the way your body jolted and how your mouth let out a weak cry. “That’s it, take my cock like a drunk fucking whore,” he breathily whispered into your ear, covering your body in goosebumps. The alleyway was filled with sounds like dripping water, a squelching pussy, hips slamming against heinie, the man’s grunts, and best of all your pretty moans. He relished in that sound, especially mixed with your begs for him to stop.

“Fuck, gonna breed this fucking cunt,” he said through gritted teeth, speeding up. You cried out at the sudden change in pace, so overstimulated that you didn’t even focus on his words. Your legs shook and you would have fallen if it weren’t for his firm grip on your entire body. It wasn’t until he started slowing down and thrusting deeper that you noticed. “No, what are you gonna, shit- stop!” You cried, realizing he was gonna cum. You tried your best to escape his grip, push him off, but it was honestly laughable how useless your efforts were. He came in your cunt, semen filling up every crevice of your fertile pussy.

Your gasp echoed off the walls, and that would be the last sound you ever made. After he slipped out of you he covered your mouth before you could make another sound, pulling you off the wall and closer to him. He chuckled at your surprised, wide eyes that dilated when you noticed the blade from your peripheral. “What, you didn’t think I’d let you live, did you?” He said before tutting as you tried to escape his grasp. He shook his head, his face obviously showing he found the situation humorous, before turning stone cold, biting his lip as he slammed the knife into your chest. When he pulled the knife out - blood splattering on the walls, your body, and even his face - and when he let go, you tumbled to the ground. He grinned, smudging a little droplet of your blood off his cheek and kicking your body to make sure you were dead, before walking away. 

“Mindy, turn up the tv!” Tara urged impatiently, biting her finger nails. “Okay, okay,” Mindy replied, obviously annoyed. Chad and Ethan walked into the apartment unannounced, confused about the commotion. Sam walked out into the living room and stopped in her tracks, stomaching dropping to the floor when she saw what was on screen. “Y/n L/n, a Blackmore University Student, and friend to many, was found raped and killed in an alley nearby a party she attended. Police are narrowing down suspects, and are questioning anybody and everybody who they know was there. DNA on her body from the perpetrator were found inconclusive, not seeming to belong to anyone that exists.”

“Shit,” Chad groaned, wiping a hand down his face. “Fuck, we were all at that party.” He said, before slowly turning his head towards Ethan, his face accusing. Everybody else in the room followed and did the same. Ethan looked astonished that they would even suggest something like that. “What? I was at Econ.”

[joongbin]

Hello !! How are you ? If your requests are open than I was wondering if you could do some headcanons for Stray Kids with 9th member m!reader who is like a cat, very introverted and loves flexing his muscles but never showed his abs and so on tour he decided to have fun and show it off. How do you think the members (OT8) will react ? He is their crush of course. Also bonus how do you think Stays will react to it ?

Feel free to delete this request.

WOW. - ot8

summary › muscular, hot, way too introverted and also cat-like, you! being a bit silly, you decide to do something unexpected at a concert.

genre › fluff, crack

pairings › ot8 (seperate) x 9th member!male!reader

warnings › everyone is WHIPPED for you. That's all.

note: light work no reaction.

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

BANG CHAN

Chan didn't mind that you were introverted, but GOD everytime you flexed your muscles literally anywhere, he would just stare. Stare so hard that you had to ask him if he was okay.

You always acted just like a cat, sometimes Minho would mistake you for Doongie. You were always sleeping after performances, and there are times where you're affectionate .. but not much.

You had abs. Oh you definitely did. He only saw it when you accidentally lifted your shirt up one time. But oh my god.

You showed your abs during a concert and he didn't. He couldn't take his eyes off and EVERYONE noticed. He even touched it....

Felix noticed that Chan's ears were red as HELL, and only told Stays about it.

The entire thing went viral on STAYTok. One half were people freaking out about your abs and the other freaking out about Chan touching your abs.

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

LEE KNOW

We all know Minho likes cats. And you were exactly just like that! Possibly in every SKZ-TALKER, Minho was attached to you no matter where.

People thought it was cute, and the staff didn't mind since it wasn't causing anything to be .. weird. And it was getting positive feedback, so they kept most of the moments in.

One thing about Minho, he likes to slap butts. Yeah, Minho does that to you, but he also does it to your stomach just to feel your abs for a few seconds. He's never seen them before, though. But that changed at one tour in Chicago.

You were playing around with Chan by pulling up his shirt every once in a while, but when you walked up to him to lift up his shirt, you decided to surprise everyone and lift up your shirt instead.

Minho had an o face while Stays screamed their lungs out. He touched them for a second before smirking at stays, flexing that he could touch them while they couldn't.

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

SEO CHANGBIN

Ah yes. Your flexing buddy. And your ' never show abs ' buddy. You two are awfully similar except he's extroverted and you're introverted. The only time you ever get out the house is when Changbin drags you to the gym or out to eat.

You two always flex whenever given the chance to. I mean, fan service, right?

Changbin LOVED to touch your biceps. And your tiddies....

We all know how Changbin is on stage. Always doing something that makes people think what his sexuality is. And ALOT of those moments were with you. Multiple times trying to kiss you, making a few adlibs about you whenever your absent, and others

But GOD when he saw your abs for the first time on stage, he was so surprised, his face became a meme among stays.

Literally ever since that day, Changbin had been touching your abs in EVERY SINGLE CHANCE HE GETS. Always having a cheeky smile on his face.

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

HWANG HYUNJIN

Hyunjin was also an introvert, so the two of you usually hang out indoors, usually enjoying the silence or talking about some random drama on TikTok.

Although Hyunjin wasn't a fan of skinship, being around you was like having a pillow 24/7. You were so comfortable to sleep on.

He always slept on you during pre-performances. Purposely on your stomach though.. he just hasn't seen them yet.

When he saw it for the first time on stage he was mesmerized. How long have you been working on them abs???!! They're more visible than Chan's!

GODDD YOU LOOKED SO GOOD LIKE THAT. He would often get distracted when looking at you because he was wondering why you weren't the visual of the group....

Got more attached to you after that just to touch your abs /j

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

HAN JISUNG

Han only goes to the gym if you decide to go. AND SOMEHOW YOUR BICEPS R SO BIG EVEN THOUGH YOU DONT GO THAT MUCH???

Maybe you worked out in the dorms.... Since you didn't really like going outside as much as most members. Quarantine prolly got to you.

whipped 100%. The moment he saw your abs on stage he immediately went to touch them. Pretending like his cheeks weren't burning.

Whole thing went viral among STAYS. People were shipping you two together, making edits of the moment and such...

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

LEE FELIX

Touches your biceps 24/7. It's like a stress ball to him. HE WISHES HE COULD BITE THEM.

Your biceps were about the same size as Changbin's, maybe a bit smaller but yeah.

You just were extremely introverted and didn't like going out. It's understandable, being an idol and all

One thing different about you was you had ABS. and it was so different on you compared to him because you were A BIT BUFF COMPARED TO HIM. he was like a twig

So when you were on stage and was wearing croptop with a shirt under, HE WAS STARING. AND THIS WAS BEFORE YOU SHOWED YOUR ABS

He saw them. You lifted up your shirt. He almost passed out. He stared.

He was TOUCHING them and staring so hard it almost took most of the concert time

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

KIM SEUNGMIN

He was a bit like you. Introverted. Except he acts like a dog and you were just like a cat.

You were just on the couch laying down with your shirt up a bit, showing your abs a bit.

He saw them and just pretended not to see them as you greeted him. He immediately had to go back to his room to process what he just saw.

He clung on to you alot. You didn't mind, if it meant that he felt safer with you.

When on stage, the two of you have a lot of moments. Seungmin having multiple failed attempts at trying to kiss you, singing/rapping your parts whenever your absent, and others.

So, when he saw your abs for the first time on stage, HE DID NOT KNOW HOW TO FEEL. His face became warm and he just touched them with the other members.

You looked so attractive with them..... He couldn't stop thinking about it everytime on stage.

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

YANG JEONGIN

He liked you. Yeah. But he didn't know how to express it. You were this hot and he was just there.

You always encouraged and comforted him whenever he felt down. That's why he liked you.

He liked your biceps. THEY WERE SO FUN TO SQUISH.

Jeongin didn't have alot of moments with you on stage since he was was too shy, but you two had a few cute moments on stage.

When he saw your abs for the first time, he started laughing while touching them, ears red while he stuttered on a few words.

He touched them like every day and you can see that he touches them alot in SKZ-TALKERs

𑁍𑁍𑁍 𑁍𑁍𑁍

BONUS:

STAYS

just screams. Everyone screamed. Louder than when Felix or Chan showed his abs.

Whole thing went absolutely viral on STAYTok. A few of them said they wanted to bite them, a lot of them were just screaming over it in the TikTok comments.

A lot made edits of the moment, and a lot made videos of showing the moment on multiple devices.

Basically: you probably made a lot of people question their biases.

[hiskillingjar]

Could you possibly write something about Strades oral fixation?

sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. and sometimes. it's a beautiful woman's penis (natalie wynn, 2019)

1400+ words, probably not what you're thinking honestly. can i get a W for penis envy, chat?

"Keep still."

Strade kept a firm grip of your hair as he wrangled your shaking body closer to his.

You were naked. Your wrists and ankles were bound with course rope, rough and ready, burning your skin and marring you with cuts and scrapes. Your knees were bloody and bruised after hours of kneeling at his feet, playing the ever-obedient pet as he worked, and your face was streaked with desperate, exhausted tears from the strain of the position.

Something about the website had gotten on his nerves, a moderator overstepping their mark and pissing him off, so he was in as close to a bad mood that Strade could be.

He was a cheerful guy, after all.

That was why you were on your knees beside his desk.

It was also why your mouth was being kept open by a thick (and familiar) metal ring gag, slurring any words, pleas for mercy or protests about your pain into muttered abstraction and puddles of drool down your chin, your naked chest.

"Upff-" You groaned, your hazy eyes fluttering at the strain on your scalp as you shuffled closer to him, grazing your knees on the rough concrete even more.

Your head was heavy, and you were beginning to feel a little dizzy.

Pathetic. He hadn’t even hurt you properlyyet.

"I said keep still.” Strade said with a low grunt, idly reaching up for the cigar between his lips and letting out a long exhale. He didn’t smoke unless he was feeling particularly indulgent…or particularly stressed out. You guessed it was probably the latter, but you were never really sure with Strade. “Come on, you're so out of it tonight."

"Ahhhn...upff-!" You moaned painfully, before letting out a strangled yelp as he gave you a light slap on the cheek, again, not even painful, not really, making sure you were still awake and alert.

The motion made a load of ash drop from his cigar and onto your thigh, streaking your skin with grey and black.

You couldn’t help but think about something else dropping on your thighs, desecrating your scars, sullying you even more than you had been already.

But a cigar was just a cigar, right?

“Hmph…” Strade tilted his head with silent consideration as he looked down at you, raising the thick, brown butt of the cigar to his lips again, idly digging his teeth into it before taking another slow drag. "Stick your tongue out for me, fraulein," He murmured around it, keeping it pinched between his teeth.

"Hhy-?" You tried to ask, looking up at him, your eyes still wet with tears and your brows knitting together.

He was so imposing like this, you thought, as you stared up at him like a worshipper during prayer, a nun begging for forgiveness at the foot of a father, (a pathetic little cretin, cunt, bitch, whore, slut who was stupid enough to romanticise and sexualise their abuse and torture).

The yellow light of the study complimented him well and made his tan, sweaty skin gleam, like he was in a muscle movie. His khakis were unzipped for comfort (though it was in Strade's nature to seemingly always sport the initial stirrings of an erection), and revealed the hair-fuzzed roll of fat that was his belly and emphasised the strain of his trousers to keep him contained.

Like his clothes could barely keep all of him in.

His eyes were dark and his expression was teasing, as it so often was, a smile dimpling the creases of his handsome face as he scratched at your scalp thoughtfully and took another slow suck on the cigar, his thick lips pursed as they took in and exhaled a mouthful of grey smoke.

His tongue traced those lips (you ached to do the same, in spite of it all), and you saw a flash of his sharp, cannibal teeth teasing the brown butt again.

You were fucking hopeless, and he knew that.

"Trying to speak, huh?” He asked with a condescending tilt of his head, before huffing out a deep chuckle. “Ha, how cute!"

"Nghh..." You moaned, your eyes softening with poorly concealed (and deeply shameful) lust.

"Tongue out," He said again, pinching the cigar between his teeth and reaching down to idly tap at the ring between your lips. "Bitte."

You hesitated for a moment, knowing this couldn't possibly have a good outcome for you, but did as you were told, poking your tongue past the metal and presenting it for him, like a new toy to play with on a silver platter.

"Good girl," He grinned, and you felt your insides positively throb at the praise (pathetic, pathetic, pathetic). "Say 'aaaah'..."

"Aaah..."

You probably should have anticipated the ash being tapped off on your tongue.

If you had, you might not have immediately squeezed your eyes shut and grimaced at the taste and the sensorial experience of it, coughing and spluttering and making him huff out a laugh at your expense.

It wasn't hot, it wasn't even painful, but it was still awful.

"Haha, that's it, good girl," He praised through his chuckles, his thick fingers idly rubbing your aching scalp as if he was soothing a fretting pet at his feet (which, to be honest, he kind of was). "Keep that pretty mouth open for me, hm? We’re not done yet."

You didn't have much of a choice in that regard.

He hummed with a pleased smirk all the same, raising the cigar to his lips again.

Your hazy eyes went up to his, silently pleading for something close to mercy.

A mercy that he would never, ever give you.

“Who owns you, sweetheart?” He crooned lowly around the cigar, giving your hair another light tug (just keeping your head up, you guessed, when it still felt so heavy) as he raised the tip of his boot between your legs and idly rubbed at the mound of your cunt.

Rewarding you, you guessed, for doing what he wanted.

You’d take that.

"Hfff...haa," You gasped, parting your legs (as much as you could with bound ankles, anyway), your tongue trembling as he tapped another load of ash onto it.

The ash was warmer this time, and another tear beaded down your cheek at the strain of keeping it all in your mouth, at the almost-there threat of further violence if you happened to disappoint him.

"Oh, that’s no good. You can do better than that..." He chided with a slight eye roll, stopping the thoughtful (almost kind, by his standards) rubbing of your cunt to press a little weight against it, though that was still enough to make you tremble and moan and your thighs to press together. "Come on, speak up."

"Ahhhnn...aaa-aaa," You moaned obediently, trying to say 'my master', though you couldn't quite manage around the gag.

A load of ash fell off your tongue, accompanied by a thick string of drool down your chest, painting your breasts with grey and black, and wet.

You looked filthy, you were sure of that, but he never looked down on you for that.

There was something freeing about that. At least, that’s what you told yourself, to rationalise the way you felt about him.

"Heh, I suppose that’s good enough." He chuckled again, pushing a hand back into your hair and giving it a playful ruffle. Your scalp was aching from the painful tugs, but you didn't stop yourself from keening into the touch, like a dog, a puppy, a bitch. "Good girl, liebling, I appreciate your efforts~"

"Hfff..." You attempted a smile at the praise, but you didn't manage it before Strade forcefully grabbed your chin, your tear-streaked cheeks, squeezing them together tightly as he dragged your face up to his thigh.

Your cunt throbbed at the gesture.

Pathetic.

"Take a breath," He said in a short whisper, as close to a warning you would ever get from him, as he lowered the still burning cigar butt to your slack tongue and snuffed it out on the wet muscle.

The burning pain was instant and you let out a shrill cry from the very back of your throat (like a dying animal) as you felt the sensitive muscle bubble and crisp under the heat. Your body jerked and spasmed erratically, like a marionette at his feet, but he held you tightly, not letting you pull back for even a second.

He never did.

Once he was done, he didn't give your new burn even a second to breathe before he was unzipping his khakis, exposing his now fully erect cock and pushing it past the ring gag and down your throat, grunting at the tight fit.

"Unfff-" You groaned mindlessly, a new stream of tears running down your cheeks, spit and drool down your chin and leaking out the corners of your abused mouth, as you were forced to swallow down the ash.

It was disgusting.

And, god, you were so much worse for drooling pre-cum all over his boot as he continued to nudge and stroke your needy cunt.

"Yeah, there you go." He murmured lowly, giving your tear streaked cheek a mean little pat again, a sharp smirk spreading on his handsome face.

"Swallow it all down...good girl~"

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Tattoo Artist and the Artist: a thousand kisses

Part IX

Jason Todd x Male reader

Warning: Swearing and Sex

Skin against his was all the therapy Jason needed in this moment, the feeling of your hand in his was what Jason loved.

Holding your hand, arms swinging together, Jason smiled as he looked into your eyes.

‘When we get married, can we get a dog?’ Jason asked, you nodded.

Jason kept talking about the wedding the last few days, marriage wasn’t something Jason seemed eager to jump into. Even after he’d proposed.

However, the time was right for both of you as the two of you saw nothing else but a future together.

A sweet kiss shared as you held onto Jason’s face, him holding onto your waist. Jason smiled into the kiss as he entered the tattoo studio, you crossing the street to go to your art studio.

The days filled with work, being busy and distracted. Jason had nothing in his mind but his work, lately being able to focus more on his job.

The smell of cooking chicken filled the air, a scent of barbecue and other types of food filled up. Jason’s stomach screamed as he walked into the kitchen, smiling at the sight of you.

‘Hey, you sexy fucker’ Jason cheered as he slapped your asscheek.

‘Hey big guy’ you laughed as you turned and kissed Jason.

Jason pulled you in for a deeper kiss, gripping one hand on your butt, another hand pulling the back of your head a little by the hair.

‘You’re so sexy’ Jason whispers in between kisses, you smile as Jason begins to bite at your neck.

‘You turning me on’ you smile, Jason hums a little.

You both pull away to eat first, realising you’re both starving and need the energy if you disappear to bed for an early night.

Course, the early night didn’t intend for you both to sleep. It intended for Jason to make sure you stayed awake and he filled you up.

You held onto Jason’s biceps as he slid himself inside you, you threw your head back into the pillow. Jason pulled your hair as he sunk his teeth into your neck.

‘Fuck, you’re so tight’ Jason growled as he pumped into you, kissing you on the lips.

Missionary wasn’t Jason’s favourite position, however, he did like the fact he could look at your face all he wanted.

The feeling of Jason deep inside you made you feel amazing, you realised in these moments how lucky you are.

You ran your hand down Jason’s torso as you felt his body, kissing Jason’s neck and chest as he thrusted deep inside you, slowly.

‘I love you’ you whispered as Jason pulled your hair again, smiling.

‘I love you too’

You rolled onto your front as Jason buried his face and tongue into your hole, a hole that bloomed only for Jason.

You weren’t inexperienced with sex before you met Jason, but he is certainly the best sex you’ve ever had. Jason made you feel things you didn’t even know were possible.

So many minutes passing by, Jason’s tongue buried inside you making you call out in pleasure, all you wanted right now was for Jason to just give you all of him.

‘Gosh, you’re so beautiful, so sexy’ Jason showered you with compliments.

Jason sat upright as you sunk down onto Jason’s lap, his dick buried inside you. You wrapped your arms around Jason’s neck, his hands resting on your thighs.

‘Ride that dick baby’ Jason grunted as you bounced up and down, noises of pleasure escaping your mouth.

Jason’s hands moved to your cheeks as you arched your back in a slow and steady rhythm, Jason’s head buried into your collarbone as he gave a hard slap.

You sped up as Jason kissed you deeply, tongues battling as your breath hitched. Jason’s manhood hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that you didn’t have to touch yourself.

You shot your seed all over Jason’s chest and stomach, Jason smiled as he watched it spill out of you. Jason began kissing you again.

You gripped onto Jason’s hair as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder.

‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop’ Jason panted as his breath hitched.

Jason spilled out inside you as you continued your pace, bouncing on Jason’s dick as he emptied himself out.

You went down and licked all of your seed off of Jason’s body, him stroking your head as you did so.

‘Wow, you’re so good’ Jason smiled with pride, watching you go to work as you cleaned him up.

The shower curtain covered you both as the water hit your skin, Jason washing his hair as you scrubbed your skin. The two of you rinsed off under the hot water.

Jason grabbing a piece of your skin every so often, loving the feeling of you. Jason kissed you sweetly as he got out of the shower, you following not too long after.

‘What do you think of this?’ Jason asked as he held up a silver band, Roy nodded.

They were shopping for wedding rings, caterers, venues and suits. Doing it all behind your back as Jason wanted to surprise you.

Roy was best man to Jason, Jason asking Dick to be yours.

Dick took you out for drinks and dinner, the two of you doing a friendly bond. Dick making you laugh hard, not as hard as Jason can. But still.

‘Let’s get some shots’ Dick cheered as you both sat at the bar, a few minutes into downing some drinks, a few people came over and joined.

The two of you had made some new friends, Jason and Roy had everything sorted and Jason couldn’t wait to just take you as his husband. His forever.

The hangover sun is always different, especially when tequila was involved. Jason chuckled, watching as you struggled to open your eyes, wincing at the light.

‘Morning precious’ Jason smiled, you smiled back, light still hurting your eyes.

‘Morning, don’t let me drink with Dick again’ you chuckled.

Breakfast was served as the two of you sat in the kitchen, Jason handing you a box. Inside was your wedding rings as he told you he and Roy had finalised everything, wanting to take you now.

‘Jason, you shouldn’t have’ you gasped, Jason smiled brightly as he held your hand.

‘I love you, and I want to marry you’ Jason said as he leant over the table and kissed you.

It was moments like this that you both wished could last forever, Jason’s lips on yours were the best feeling in the world. Jason was just so happy he had you in his life.

All that was left now was for you two to make it through to marriage, a marriage that was going to end with you both old and grey.

[thescarletnargacuga]

Art: @iamespecter

CHAPTER SEVEN

Racing AU!

Put on your dancing shoes! We're going to the disco! It's time to shake, shimmy, and drive the stress away at the brand new Drift Disco! Let's boogie!

WARNING: alcohol

Ragatha's curiosity got the better of her and she peeked through the blinds. She saw Pomni out on the lawn in front of the garage talking to Caine. By their expressions, it looked serious.

"Whatcha lookin at?" Gangle asked as she peeked through the blinds too. "OOO! What do you think they're talking about?" She was super invested in Caine and Pomni's relationship. It was the first potential romantic interest she'd seen go down in the digital world in quite some time.

"Doesn't look good, whatever it is." She sees Caine almost kneel on the grass, looking forlorn. Then he suddenly gets up and holds Pomni by the shoulders, talking frantically. "Man, I wish I could read lips."

"Ack! He's so close to herrrr! Kiss her, you fool!" Gangle giggled.

"What are you two doing?" Zooble wandered over.

"Pomni and Caine are going to kiss!" Gangle said loudly.

"Ew." Zooble said with distain but peeked out away.

"We having a party at the window?" Gummigoo asked and looked outside with the rest. "What's going on?"

Gangle was vibrating with excitement. "Look at them! SHE'S touching his shoulder!"

"Gangle, calm down. They're just talking." Zooble said.

"Not by the way he's looking at her." Gummigoo snickered. "That is the look of a smitten bloke if I've ever seen one."

Ragatha gasped. "Look at the way he's leaning on his cane! Why is he posed like that!?"

Gangle was coming undone , her ribbons less an organized spiral and more a tangled mess. "Come on! Kiss already!"

"That's enough for me." Zooble walked off to play pinball. "You ladies have fun."

Gummigoo didn't mind being one of the girls. They were fun to be around.

Jax was having a snack while watching the ones at the window lose their minds over Caine and Pomni. He didn't want to see that, so he hogged a whole couch with his long legs.

Kinger was on the floor of the lounge playing with his new bug friend. He didn't pay much mind to what was going on around him. No thoughts, only bug.

Those at the window scrambled. Pomni was rushing back and they had to make themselves look natural quickly. Gummigoo went to his favored recliner and picked up one of the nondescript magazines, pretending to read. Ragatha vaulted over the couch, not realizing Jax was laid out on it. She landed butt first on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. "Agh! What the [%$!#]!? Get off me!!"

Gangle joined Kinger on the floor, startling him. Kinger yeeted the giant centipede in his hands, and it came down in Ragatha's lap. She screamed and climbed up Jax to get away from it, slapping at her dress. "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!!"

Kinger chased after his bug, Jax fought to get Ragatha off of him, and Gangle hid from the noise under the couch. Gummigoo just stared at his magazine, not realizing it was upside down. Zooble was hard ignoring all of this playing pinball.

Pomni came inside and leaned against the door as if to keep Caine out. Everything he'd said to her made her chest feel funny and she was freaking out. The chaos in the lounge was a welcome distraction. Everyone was starting to calm down as she approached.

Ragatha ended up in the fetal position in the floor, and Gangle was reaching out to her from under the couch. Jax rubbed his ear that Ragatha grabbed when she used him as a ladder. Gummigoo sat with a leg crossed while "reading".

"What happened?" Pomni looked to everyone, but settled on Ragatha.

"Cen-ce-cena-centi-" Ragatha struggled to speak as she shivered from her encounter with her phobia.

"Kinger threw his pet bug at Ragatha." Gummigoo spoke for her.

"I found him!" Kinger stood up from behind the couch with his centipede held high. "Don't run off like that, Carl." He gave his bug a little pat.

"Oh...why would he do that?" Pomni knew better than to try asking Kinger directly.

"He wouldn't have done that if gumdrop, coils and ragdoll here weren't in such a hurry to get away from the window." Jax ratted.

Gummigoo, Gangle and Ragatha froze in place.

"What?" Pomni turned to look at the window. The blonde were down but anyone could peek through....and see what was in the front lawn. Her fluster came back full force. "You- you were all spying on me!?"

"No, not all of us want to see you try to seduce Caine. Just those three." Jax thumbed at the ones avoiding eye contact with Pomni.

Pomni burned with embarrassment. "Well, I'm sorry you didn't see anything more interesting! What am I? Your entertainment? It's bad enough I'm being pressured to get information out of Caine, but he actually has feelings! This- he- ugh..." She trailed off, losing her words to the storm of confused thought in her head.

Ragatha up off the floor and brushed off her dress. "We're sorry, Pomni. We meant no harm by it, really. In fact, we were happy that Caine seems to really enjoy being around you. Not just for information, but that he might come around to actually communicating with us instead of just being our race host. No one's been close to him before, not that anyone has really wanted to be, but I digress..." She got closer. "You came inside in a hurry. Did things go okay out there?"

Pomni took a deep breath. "Yeah, he just...he actually flirted with me, it was..."

"Weird?" Asked Zooble.

"Gross?" Snickered Jax.

"Knock it off." Ragatha growled. Her voice softened when she spoke to Pomni again. "Look, you don't have to tell us everything, but if there's something on your mind, there's always me."

"And me." Gummigoo added.

"Me too." Gangle finally came out from under the couch.

Zooble looked back at Pomni. Their subtle head nod told Pomni she could come to them too.

Kinger had his centipede back in its jar. "You can always come see my collection." He looked genuinely happy to tell Pomni that.

Jax didn't say anything, but he didn't walk away either. He was annoyed by the amount of FRIENDSHIP in the room. "Well, this is boring." He grabbed Kinger's jar, opened it and tossed the contents at Ragatha.

~~~

Caine teleported into his workshop and squealed with joy. "Pomni, you've lit a creative spark in me that is burning out of control!" He danced with an unresponsive NPC, twirled it into other assets like bowling pins. "She's the most wonderful human I've ever met." He sighed, reveling in the soft feelings blooming in his chest. "So kind to me...even when I don't deserve it. I feel..." His gums felt warm. He held his teeth shut and kicked his feet as he curled in on himself. "AH! I don't know what I feel, but it's motivating! I could build a whole new track over night with this much energy!"

He looked around his workshop and held his jaw up with determination. "You know what, that's exactly what I'll do! It'll be fun and fresh! It'll be SO much fun! We'll need lights! So many lights. Hmm...I don't have enough lights. No matter! I'll use mirror balls! Oh, I'm so excited! I'm inspired to dance!" He spun around in the air, accidentally flinging a piece of track he was levitating.

Pieces of track and decoration flew to him as he mentally commanded their presence. Building the track layer by layer. The process took hours of concentration, but it was worth it for the results. An occasional puff from his pipe kept him focused.

"Needs a centerpiece." He mumbled to himself and looked at his NPC lineup, particularly his newer creations. "She'll do. Just needs a new story and wardrobe." With a snap of his fingers, new code was added.

"There we go. This is coming along nicely. Don't you agree, Bubble? ...Bubble?" Caine looked around and only now noticed his companion wasn't with him. He took off his hat and one of his eyeballs went inside to look around. "Bubble?" Confused, he scratched his head and checked his wacky watch. "Where'd you run off to?"

~~~

Despite the sore spot on her side from being trampled by Ragatha, Pomni felt mostly capable of sleep that night. The voice of Caine repeated his praises to her, echoing in her memory. Surely, she couldn't take him seriously. He flirted accidentally. That's it. But what about the way he looked at her? What about the teasing lilt in his voice? He...he couldn't really be attracted to her, could he? The back and forth manifestations of WHAT IFS lulled her to sleep.

She stood on the surface of water. It rippled everytime she took a step. She saw a reflection in the water connected to her, but she did not recognize the face. A young woman in her mid twenties with short dark hair and hazel eyes wearing jeans and a dark brown coat stared back at her.

"Who are you?" Pomni asked, but the reflection did not answer. It held up a missing persons poster from it's pocket. Instead of a name, she saw four letters. P W P I.

"What does that mean??" She got down on her knees, begging the reflection for an answer. The spectre was stoic, eyes vacant of emotion. "Answer me! Please!" Pomni brought her fist down on the water, but it felt like glass. Her hands tingled when she touched it. "Please..." A tear fell from her face and hit the smooth surface. It shattered as though shot by a bullet. Every shard of glass had a new image. Faces, places and things she did not know. But one image stood out. The red door. But this time, instead of an exit sign, it was branded with a company logo that read C&A. As she tried to reach for it, a voice called to her from the distance. "Wake up." The voice repeated itself, getting louder until she opened her eyes.

Bubble hovered inches from her face. "AAAAAH!" She threw her arms up, smacking Bubble away to the far corner of the room. "What- what are you DOING in here!? Get out of my room, you creep!"

Bubble righted themselves. "Calm yourself. I must speak with you."

"The [%$!#] you do! I said, GET OUT!!" Pomni threw a decorative alarm clock and the impact popped Bubble. Pomni groaned and fell back on her bed. She rubbed her temples, trying to remember the details of her dream before they faded. "I can't get a moment's peace in this place."

~~~

Bubble respawned out of bounds. "It seems this form is not trusted. How troublesome." They scanned the workshop for another NPC to potentially use until they came across Gummigoo and his bandit friends. They recognized the gator from the race. He was one of them despite being an NPC. "Perfect."

Caine teleported next to Bubble. "There you are! Come on, you have to see what I've built for tomorrow! It'll blow Pomni away!"

Bubble didn't answer, just followed Caine as he rambled about his latest work. The electric blue energy subtly flowed with the water tension that made of Bubble's physic. The typically blank, daft eyes were full of malice.

~~~

Ragatha was still apologizing to Pomni for yesterday when Caine popped in to announce the race. His suit was bedazzled in head to toe sequins, he sparkled like someone dunked him in glitter. "Goooood day, racers! I have a special treat for you all today! We're movin', groovin', and zoomin' our way through the brand new Drift Disco!" He snapped his fingers and loud music rattled the walls from the outside.

"A disco! That actually sounds fun!" Ragatha bounced on her toes, looking to Pomni for her thoughts.

Pomni forced a smile. "Yeah, it does." She didn't like the sound of the word DRIFT in the title.

Pomni's words were enough for Caine to backflip with excitement. "Then let's not waste time! Today's objective is to have fun! The track is waiting! Let's go, go, go!" He flew to Kinger and from him collected the whole group in one fell swoop, pushing them all out the door.

It was dark outside, but party lights and multiple giant mirror balls in the sky flashed colorful beams in every direction. It was epileptic disco tech madness. They were surrounded by partying NPCs. A single path was clear to the starting line by red velvet rope.

The track itself was made of colorful light up tiles. It curved sharply to the left immediately after the starting line and weaved into the crowd. Pomni could just make out small rises in the track but it seemed to mostly stay on the ground.

"Alright, my rambunctious raccoons!" They could barely hear Caine over the music. "Have fun and do be sure to greet the Princess of the Disco when you see her!"

"Princess?" Ragatha thought hopefully as she settled into her kart.

Jax rolled his eyes. "This was the best Caine could come up with? A seizure inducing drift track? Too easy."

Zooble already had a headache. "God, I want this to be over." They'd opt out but Gangle looked like they were excited and knew she'd be sad if they left. Plus they stuck around to keep Jax from bothering their girlfriend on the track.

Kinger saw a black light dragonfly zip by and was happy. Drift tracks weren't his strong suit so he was going to spend his time looking around.

Gummigoo was right behind Jax in the line up. He was determined to win this time. Drifting was easy on his nimble bike, but lacked traction due to the fewer number of tires. He'd have to be careful not to slide out on the tighter turns. He revved his bike, making Jax turn to look at him. "I'm coming for you, mate." He tried to be intimidating.

Jax smirked. "Promises, promises, gumdrop."

Gummigoo snorted, a slight tinge of color to his cheeks.

Pomni watched Caine flip through the air as he made his announcements. He settled in place when he made eye contact with her, and she heard his voice clearly as if he were right next to her. "Do have fun, my dear." She shivered. It was strange to see him so far away yet his voice so close, but his words were endearing. She gave him a thumbs up. Best she could do, knowing this was about to be a disaster.

"Racers! Start! Your! Engines!!" The crowd immediately around the starting line roared with cheers as they danced. Bubble held the start light and the countdown began.

First light.

Pomni could swear Bubble was looking right at her.

Second light.

"Ingnore them." She said to herself.

Third light.

"Here we go."

GREEN!!

The launch was perfect but Pomni immediately had to slow down for the curve. It was even tighter than it looked. The others went on ahead with varying degrees of success. She struggled to gain any kind of momentum as the track tightly weaved it's way through the endless crowd of NPCs.

~

"Drift master Jax takes the lead! But, watch out! Gummigoo is hot on his tail! I mean that literally, folks! He just got a chili pepper and is setting the dance floor on fire! Ragatha is next with a train! She's not letting the boys have all the fun! Gangle and Kinger are sliding their way through the psychedelic swirl with Zooble and Pomni bringing up the rear!" Caine's announcer booth was a DJ stage on this track. He changed the music depending on what was happening during the race.

Bubble hovered silently by his side.

~~~

The center point of the track was a giant roundabout around a raised platform with dancers and one very familiar NPC dancing solo on a smaller, even higher, platform in the center. Princess Loolilalu got a complete makeover. She still has her candy look but her poofy pink dress was now a bright disco jumpsuit that bell bottomed around tall platform boots.

Ragatha had gone into the roundabout with such gusto, she nearly crashed when she saw Loo. She didn't care where she was or what place she was it. The beautiful Princess Loo was there in front of her. Loo saw her and gave a winking smile. Ragatha screamed with delight and floored it out of the roundabout. She needed to hurry through the track again and get back to the roundabout.

Gummigoo recognized the Princess too. It was so weird to see her Royal Highness in a completely different setting, like meeting someone from another life or uncanny deja vu. He shook it from his mind. He needed to make good on his challenge to Jax and stay focused.

~

"We're half way through the first lap and so far, it's all Jax and Gummigoo! But a shell could change that at any time! Don't forget your items! Speaking of items, Pomni seems determined to hit every single bar of soap she comes across on the track! Not a winning strategy, but fun if you enjoy spinning like a top around the dance floor!" Caine laughed.

~

Pomni was so dizzy, she didn't know which direction she was facing anymore. The constant feeling of nausea churned her gut. The only thing keeping her from vomiting was her focus on avoiding the walls. She managed to successfully drift accidentally a few times, but ultimately she fell further and further behind due to how slow she had to take the majority of the turns. It just wasn't her race. No matter what item she used, unless the other racers gave up entirely, she was not getting out of last place.

Gummigoo, Jax and Ragatha were on the other end of the race spectrum. They drifted through the turns with ease, vying for 1st. Ragatha threw a pen, inking Jax in the face as he dropped a popper. Gummigoo avoided the popper by grinding his bike along the outer wall of a turn. He then used a cupcake to get ahead and avoid the shells he heard bouncing around behind him.

Ragatha spent her second lap in the roundabout watching Loo and lost ground, but she didn't care. The kiss Loo blew to her made her want to stop right there on the track and join the party on stage.

~

Caine covered his mic and leaned to Bubble. "Seems I may have been a bit too vague when I coded the Princess to be 'playful'. She's distracting my racers. Gotta admit though, I'm no better these days. I mean, have you seen Pomni?" He spun the record on the turn table and it turned into pov footage from Pomni's kart. He sighed and kicked his feet as he admired her focused face.

Bubble looked from Caine to Pomni and back. "How interesting."

"Isn't she? I wonder if she has ideas for tracks. OH! We could make an activity out of it!"

Bubble hummed in response and watched Caine watch Pomni.

~

The final stretch was neck and neck Gummigoo and Jax. Jax had resorted to trying to ram Gummigoo but the gator was too agile. Gummigoo got the upper hand when a cane materialized in his hand. He threw it right in Jax's face and crossed the finish line in 1st for the first time.

Gummigoo felt on top of the world. The crowd chanted his name as he stood in the winner's circle. It brought a tear to his eye, he felt important. Seen. He was given a gold record as a reward and shook hands with Caine who seemed mightily impressed that an NPC beat all his human racers.

Pomni joined him and he hugged her. "This is the greatest moment of my life. Thank you, for everything."

She hugged him back. "You don't have to thank me. All I did was help you get back in bounds."

He gave her one more squeeze for good measure before letting go. "You did so much more than that. You helped me find purpose. No matter how trivial this life is, it's a wonderful feeling."

Pomni smiled then turned to the others. "We should celebrate Gummigoo's first win!"

"Pomni, are you suggesting we have an afterparty? Because that's a wonderful idea!" He snapped his fingers and the garage was flooded with partying NPCs and flashing lights. The booming music outside now resonated inside.

Zooble groaned. "Only if you let us break out the silly juice."

"Silly juice?" Pomni questioned.

"It's a celebratory drink for parties only!" Caine answered. "It's disorienting and I don't allow it during normal race hours."

Pomni arched an eyebrow. "Do you mean alco-"

"SHHHH!" Gangle wrapped her ribbons around Pomni's head in panic to silence her.

Oblivious as to why Gangle acted out, Caine opened the door with a wave of his hand. "Enjoy yourselves!"

"Caine, can the Princess join the party too?" Ragatha pleaded.

"Why, she's already inside!" Caine pointed out the tall figure on the dance floor. Ragatha excitedly ran off to join her.

Zooble eyed the table covered in bottles and finger foods, and made a B-line for it, pulling Gangle along with them.

"Finally, some real fun." Jax snatched a drink from an NPC and chugged it. "Hey, long-nose. You. Me. Drinking contest."

Gummigoo could only guess what Jax was on about, but want one to back down from a challenge. "Gearing to lose again, are ya?" He adjusted his hat and nodded to Pomni as he joined Jax.

Kinger watched the black light dragonflies zip around overhead. "This is a good day." He followed them upstairs and lost himself in the lights and colors.

Pomni smiled seeing all her friends go off to have fun. This was the longest she's gone without stressing over where she was and how to leave since she got here. It was freeing. She felt a tap on her shoulder, Caine offered his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

"Oh, I'm not a good dancer." She rubbed her arm.

"Then let's dance terribly together."

She smirked. "You're persistent."

"I learn from the best." He winked.

She accepted his hand and he pulled her off her feet. They flew over the dance floor. She had no coordination in the air, but Caine did most of the work anyway, swinging and spinning her around to the music.

Beneath them, Ragatha made her way to her to Loo and they locked eyes. Loo smiled, "It's you!"

"It's me." Ragatha blushed, her heart racing like an overcharged kart.

Loo put a finger under Ragatha's chin. "Let's dance, cutie."

Ragatha thought she'd pass out, but her body moved on its own. Her eyes never left Loo.

~

Bubble watched from the corner of the room as Jax and Gummigoo went shot for shot, becoming inebriated to the point of forgetting why they were drinking in the first place. The juice made them feel light and giggly.

"You're all right, mate. A pain in the tail, but all right." Gummigoo slapped Jax on the back, nearly knocking him over.

"Don't say that- hic- too loud. The plebs will hear you." Jax downed another shot. "God, I wish we could have this stuff more often. Would make being here bearable."

"How long have you been here?"

"Years. Can't remember how many. I stopped counting a long time ago. But-" He started laughing. "Not like it matters. All that matters right now is drinking myself under this table and forgetting I exist for a while."

"It's really that rough for you humans to be here?"

"Give it time. You might understand when it's the same shtick day after day after day...anyway, stop harshing my buzz." He threw back another. Gummigoo joined him, drowning the last of his cares.

~

Caine and Pomni took a break from dancing with refreshments. With her fist sip of silly juice, she discovered how it got its name. Everything just seemed so silly. She couldn't help but laugh. Especially when she spotted Zooble and Gangle tangled together making out in the corner.

Caine looked to see what she was laughing at. He blushed and turned Pomni away. "Get a room!" He yelled at them over the music but only got a censored gesture from Zooble. They were lucky he was in a good mood, he just steered Pomni away from them. "I swear, give them an inch and they take a mile."

"Come on Caine, they're just having fun." Pomni slurred.

Caine looked concerned. "How many have you had?" He took the drink from her.

"Including that one? One." She burst into fits of giggles.

"Oh dear." He fought the urge to laugh along with her. "Let's get you some fresh air." He snapped and they were outside. It was silent compared to the rowdy party inside. The disco was gone, the default track was dark under a clear starry sky. "There we go." He took a deep breath. "How are you feeling, Pomni?"

"Weeeeeeeeeeee" She spun in place and wobbled around him.

"I don't know how to respond to that." He looked at the drink he took from her, and tossed the whole thing in his mouth. He cringed so hard, his body folded in on itself. "Holy-" He coughed up the cup. "Good gracious! Why hadn't anyone told me it was that strong!?"

Pomni wrapped her arms around Caine, pinning his arms to his sides. He froze. "Today was fun, Caine. Really, really fun."

He melted. Literally. He may as well been made of wax and she was a flame. "I'm glad, Pomni. So very glad you enjoyed yourself. It's what I live for, after all." His eyes stayed in place even as his body melted to a pile of puddy in her arms. He couldn't look away from her smile. Seeing her happy because of HIM made him feel like the most accomplished A.I. to ever exist. He wanted nothing more than to continue making her this happy for the rest of forever.

~

Gummigoo stumbled up the stairs towards his room. He wanted to display the gold record somewhere to always remind him of today. "Eyyy, King-man. Why are you up here by yourself?"

Kinger was covered in dragonflies that shimmered different colors in and out of black light. "I'm not." He reached out an offered a bug to Gummigoo.

"No thanks, mate. I've got a trophy to put away." He fumbled with the door handle. When it wouldn't open, he looked up to see Ragatha's face. "Whoops, hold on." He went a few doors down, just past Pomni's, and tried again. This time, the door opened easily for him and he entered his simple, green and yellow room. He put the record on the nightstand next to his bed and sighed happily. "What a day."

Teeth pierced deep into the back of his neck. A strong electric shock tore through his body. His cry of agony went unheard by the party just beyond his door.

~~~

Ch1 prev next

[lonigiri]

eunseok nsfw alphabet

minors dni!

a=aftercare: he runs a bath for you, he knows he takes a lot out of you when you have sex so he makes sure to pamper you afterwards

b=body part: his favorite body part on himself are his hands. he loves his hands, more the hand prints that he leaves on your ass from how hard he slaps it. his favorite body part on you is your ass, he looovveess doggy so much because he can see the way your butt jiggles when his hips slap against it. loves leaving hand prints on your butt esp when he knows you'll be in a bikini the next day so the prints will be on display

c=cum: cums on ur ass and back and thighs, he isnt really a big fan of cumming inside of you honestly but he loves painting your skin with his cum

d=dirty secret: he LOVES when you pull his hair when hes eating you out, and just in general, he would never admit it bcs he knows you would make fun of him for sounding like a bottom

e=experience: hes pretty experienced, i wouldnt say his body count is through the roof but its not zero, he knows what he likes, and he also knows what you like and thats all the matters to him

f=favorite position: like i said before he loves doggy, or anything to do with ur ass being in the air, loves the way your ass jiggles

g=goofy: i wouldnt say hes "goofy" but i wouldnt say hes like serious either. but ig hes "serious" in this situation, hes not like cracking jokes or anything, ig you're the funny one bcs hes fucking you silly

h=hair: hes not like completely shaved down, but hes def trimmed, keeps the hair short bcs if ur sucking his dick he doesnt want his bush to get in your mouth he thinks its gross

i=intimacy: he is not super intimate, he will have intimate sex with you if its like your anniversary or something but its mostly rough

j=jack off: he doesnt masterbate like, ever, why should he if he has someone whos willing to do it for him whenever 😁

k=kink: impact play, loves slapping you around, slapping your ass, your face, your tits, and you love it as much as he does

l=location: hes not really a big fan of doing it anywhere besides the bedroom, but like if yall are watching a movie on the couch yall will do it there

m=motivation: he loves when you wear short skirts, or shorts, or anything that shows off your ass. he always tells you its only for him though, if you wear stuff like that around the guys he'll kill the guys for looking at you and then you for wearing it around them

n=no: doing anything with the other members, hes made it very clear that he would never include them in yalls sex life (not that you need it) he just thinks it should be between the two of you and no one else has to be involved

o=oral: goes both ways, he loves when you suck him off but he also loves eating you out, like he cannot choose which one he likes more

p=pace: fast and rough‼️ you can probably only count on one hand how many times you've had slow sex with eunseok

q=quickie: LOVEESSS quickies, since his schedule is so packed he can barely fit you in so when he can he makes the very most of it

r=risks: takes risks sometimes, not without asking you first ofc, he always says hes down to try anything once

s=stamina: he has so much stamina lord its crazy, he gets so hard so fast after cumming its crazy. he can probably go for 7 rounds without stopping 😭

t=toys: he doesnt really use toys, he doesnt think him or you will benefit from it

u=unfair: oh hes such a tease, he can do it forever without getting tired of it

v=volume: he doesnt really make sounds, he does talk dirty tho, calls you names like slut, whore etc,

w=wild card: when he first met you he thought you were the prettiest person ever, like genuinely he had never seen anyone like you before. he saw your pretty makeup, your eyelashes batting, and he knew he just wanted to ruin you, wanted to make your pretty makeup smear, have your long eyelashes wet with tears. and thats what he did, he had you screaming his name under him and that was just the first round.

x=xray: hes about 8" and hes pretty girthy, bro is not messing around with his cock 🥲

y=yearning: he doesnt think abt the act of having sex, he thinks about you in general more, just about how pretty you are, and then that gets him going

z=zzz: he doesnt fall asleep that quickly, he usually lets you fall asleep before him

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[mrs-scarecrow]

✵ - Man in red Naib

[saw the general naib one and wanted to see Man in red :)]

( You got it~ More yapping under the cut )\

( Props to my husband for indulging me in this pic )

Send ✵ and my muse will answer the following.  

Their first impression of your muse:

Lisa's first impression of him is that he got her flowers and kissed her, so uh--she's in love obviously. She's quite delulu, so she's under the impression that he was the savior that pulled her out when she was afraid to leave her own head. Emma is very charmed! He was the first person who she saw when she became a hunter and he gave her a compliment. She intends to befriend him. Annecy has not met him yet, but I think they'll butt heads. Mir seems standoffish as is to colder personalities, so they'll probably not get along imo.

2. Current impression:   

Lisa lumps him in with other Naibs because she doesn't interact with them enough to differentiate them (again, idealizing). This is the first Naib that's ever kissed her, so that might change. We'll see~ Emma thinks he's fun and wants to be besties. From the interactions they've had, she has a positive impression of him. Annecy--see the above, they haven't met yet.

3. Are they attracted to your muse?:  

Lisa? 500% yes Emma? .......... She pleads the 5th. Annecy? Already can tell you Hell No.

4. Something they find frightening about your muse:

Lisa is frightened by his overall infected getup, but more concerned than anything. Emma is not scared of him in the least, and I can't think of a single thing she's frightened by. Maybe getting too close? Annecy would be frightened by... I dunno... probably how filthy his eye and chest goop look.

5. Something they find adorable about your muse:  

Lisa loves his butterflies! And his flowers. It meant a very great deal to her that he gave her his body flowers. You know what Emma's gonna say: the ears. Also she cherishes his smile. Annecy would think it's adorable how short he is--but in like a condescending way.

6. Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?:  

Lisa would. Emma would, again unless they're in a match together. Annecy would NOT.

7. Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic:  

Lisa: Yes to all Emma: Platonic date, absolutely. Annecy: No... actually MAYBE platonic but he'll regret it later. We can always play it out and see how it goes ;)

8. One word my muse would use to describe yours:  

Lisa: "Mysterious" Emma: "Pookie" no jk probably "oblivious" <3 Annecy: Probably "vampire"

9. Would my muse slap yours if they could?: 

Lisa? Never Emma? No, but she wants to kick him around like a soccer ball sometimes he's so small Annecy? He probably will want to, yes.

10. Would my muse hug/kiss yours?:

Lisa? Yes and has Emma? Yes Annecy? Never in a million years he doesn't swing that way and Mir is gross and he doesn't like anything that makes Emma happy

[h0-seok]

"Can't switch that off randomly", he explained in a just as cool way as he had spoken before. "It's how I am." With this he even shrugged. Fuji definitely was full of himself, vain and at times quite arrogant even. Especially when he wanted to keep someone at distance. In this case Hoseok. Although he already saw himself faltering and failing when it came to this. This guy could perhaps become dangerous to him in a completely different way than his enemies were able to. Fuji didn't even /want/ to think about love and relationships. And there were various reasons for it. "Guess that's something I can live with", he said and smiled a little at the bite as he had told himself that he was in control of his feelings and would be in the future, too, just as always. "But in that case you better be good in bed." Well, he didn't have any doubt about this to be the case. The only question was if they would be able to agree on their positions… Though for now Fuji would perhaps go with the flow and enjoy Hoseok's confident attitude which was it that drew him in the most in fact. Usually he would have objected against the claim that he wanted this as much as the other, but not right now. Because he didn't even feel like lying and denying in this very moment. And shit, he liked the way Hoseok touched his hair. More than he wanted it to be the case. Just like everything else that happened. Surprise glinted in his eyes when the other made him touch his butt, but of course he made use of the opportunity right away, groping it, giving it a light slap even. "Interesting where you want me to touch you", he whispered while his other hand wandered into Hoseok's hair and gripped it just as well suddenly in a demanding way. And waited. Maybe not to appear too greedy? But this hesitation was forgotten when Hoseok initiated the kiss. He instantly was into it, bringing his tongue to the one of the other and had it circle it hungrily - all this while the hand that had laid onto Hoseok's butt slided underneath his shirt now, Fuji's nails raking over this broad back and leaving their claw marks as he lifted the piece of clothing more and more.

Hoseok was fascinated by that man straight from the moment when he saw him sitting on that railing, the cigarette in his mouth. It was strange because nobody did ever capture his interest this easily. He honestly wondered what it was that drew him to Fuji. Sure, that man was hella attractive with his long hair, tattoos and face but there was something else that got him addicted. Was it his cool personality and the fact that he seemed so unfazed? Was it his blood? Or was it the bond they shared from now on?

"Pfft-- and I do hope that you won't be a disappointment.", Hoseok snorted in response to his bosses cocky words. If he wasn't so confident, he'd have probably been hurt by the older vampire's answer. Something he could live with? He'd make sure that Fuji won't be able to live without his presence in his bed.. and life.

He gave his precious hair a light tug, warning him to better not be so cheeky. "Also, what's wrong with touching my ass? Have you seen it?" They were on the same level of dominance so they'd definitely end up in a fight of who is going to fuck who. Fuji was way more tough than all the other guys he usually hooked up with but that actually didn't mean anything. "Or would you prefer if it was me touching you, hm?" A test. The younger wanted to see his reaction. He knew that the elder liked to get spoiled. Hell, he was probably one of those dudes who enjoyed to just lean back and let the bottom do all the work like riding his dick or sucking him off but Hoseok wasn't in for that. He wanted to have fun with Fuji and not be his good boy who was there for his entertainment. He wanted that man to crave him, to get addicted even and there was no better way to achieve this than kissing. Hoseok was very short tempered and very impatient. As soon as Fuji's tongue met his, he pushed his own against it and forced the soft muscle back into his mouth. The kiss was a passionate one that reflected both their needs. His boss tasted absolutely amazing, the hint of smoke, alcohol and iron still visible on his lips. "Lemme take it off for you..", Hoseok breathed and tugged his black shirt over his head. The action left his hair quite dishevelled but he had other, more important things to worry about. Having to break the kiss annoyed the younger but he could feel Fuji's impatience grow--and he wanted to have his hands all over his bare upper body. "Can I touch you, too?"

[bellaramseysgf]

Hurts (Thoki)

Warning(s); DDLG relationship,fluff?,angry daddies <3,crying,talk of period symptoms.

Pairing(s); Daddy! Thor Odinson x Little! Fem! Reader x Daddy! Loki Laufeyson.

Summary; it just hurts but don’t worry daddies will help.

A/n; so littlespace fics are back,but requests for them are closed!! I was finally able to shift into littlespace and I’m happy to write them. I don’t wanna he overwhelmed so for the time being they’re closed :)

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“Just stay right here” Thor told you and you nodded sitting down on the small chair. Sif had called Thor to help and Loki was out that morning. He left you with Thor which already made him anxious, Thor was a good dada he was great with you but, he’d get distracted easily which isn’t good for you.

You looked around seeing your stuffed bear walking off to grab it, only you got distracted when you saw flowers.

“Thanks Sif! Okay bab-” Thor turned around and his eyes went wide. “Oh no! Little one??” He called as he began running through the halls of the palace. “Baby? Honey? Pretty girl??” He was running everywhere and eventually he bumped into Loki.

“Oof, what’s got you so panicked?” Loki asked wiping off his leather suit looking up at Thor who just stood there smiling. “You didn’t. THOR!” He yelled beginning to help him look. “I leave you alone for 1 hour! and you loose her?? Gods you’re such a oaf!” He was fussing as they ran in and out of rooms.

“I was talking to Sif! She was right behind me I mean it! I don’t see how she got away so-” “Ahem!” They both stopped turning to look behind them. There you were in their mothers arms holding a small bouquet of flowers. “Daddy! Your back!” You smiled as she let you down running towards Loki with your arms held up.

Loki scooped you up and sighed holding you to his chest as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You are both lucky I was tending the garden when she came out. She could’ve gotten seriously hurt!” Freya scolded them both and you squirmed in Loki’s arms reaching for Thor with a whine. “Dada” you whined reaching for him he grabbed a hold of your hand but it wasn’t enough “wan dada!” You called. “Shh, just a minute” Loki cooed as their mother continued to talk but you weren’t having it. You wanted Thor and you wanted him now.

“Hmph” you squirmed more twisting and wiggling, you whine and kicked hitting Loki’s chest. “Okay, okay quit it. Be still.” Loki warned. “When your queen is talking you sit still and listen, now quit it before you get a punishment” he huffed but it only triggered tears to storm from your eyes.

“Meanie! Daddy mean!” You cried continuously squirming. “Hey, hey now that’s rude little one” Thor said and you cried holding out your arms for him “wan’ you” you cried squirming to try and get closer to him. “I’m right here baby” he said rubbing his fingers over your wet cheek. “Hold! Me hold!” You said squirming and finally Loki got tired of it.

“I’m sorry please give us a moment.” Freya nodded. “Well, me and your father will be waiting” she said walking away. It wasn’t like you to be so fussy, you even dropped your flowers all over the floor. “Why’re you misbehaving so bad? Huh?” Loki asked as he finally sat you down. You ignored him immediately turning to Thor with your arms up.

“No, answer daddy first little one, he asked you a question” you whined waving your arms. “Dada will pick you up once you answer him. Don’t be rude little one” you crossed your arms and plopped down onto your butt crying louder now. Loki went to reach for you and you slapped his hands away “no! No touch!” You yelled at him and Loki looked taken aback.

“Baby! Baby, hey! calm down little one” Thor said crouching down he reached out wiping the tears off your face. “Why’re you acting like this baby? You even dropped your pretty flowers.” You sniffled body trembling as you tried to calm down. Loki was now in the same position as Thor hand combing through your hair.

The difference was you were only ever clingy to Thor when you didn’t feel good or it was nap time. The rest of the time you stuck to Loki following him anywhere he went, hand wrapped around his fingers. Not today? Well something must be wrong.

“What’s wrong My princess?” He asks fingers twirling around your hair. “Something hurt?” He asked and you nodded. “What hurts?” He asked and you just whined. “Hmm? Does your arm hurt?” Thor asked and you shook your head. “What about your leg?” His fingertips brushed your thigh and you shook your head “maybe…your sides?” He asked and without warning he began tickling you.

You bursted into a fit of squeals and giggles as you squirmed under his touch. “Eeek!! Dada! No no!” Thor smiled and stopped. “Does your tummy hurt honey?” He asked and you nodded. You were from earth,technically so Thor’s mind immediately went to the one thing it might be. He looked and Loki who looked back at him in almost realization.

“Upper or lower tummy?” Loki asked and you whined “lower” Loki nodded. “Do you feel cramps baby? Like right before you get cummies?” You nodded. “Are you bleeding?” He asked and you shook your head. “You don’t mind if we check do you?” You shook your head and they helped you stand up pulling you into a room close by.

Thor was the one to do it his hand pushing under your dress to tug your pull-up down, sure enough there was a few droplets of blood inside them. “Alright baby. It’s okay” Loki kissed your forehead and you sighed feeling relieved. “We are gonna help with the pain okay little one?” You nodded and Thor finally picked you up like you wanted.

While they both felt bad they had made you upset they also felt relieved that you had gotten so upset so they knew you weren’t feeling well.

The rest of the night was spent being tossed between Thor and Loki as they both got ready for the ball happening later in the week.

You were sat on the floor in the ballroom Teddy in hand as you danced him around the floor. You yawned and rubbed your eye crawling over to Thor and Sif. You tugged on his sleeve and he looked down at you “seeps!” You said reaching up for him. “Alright, dada could use a break anyway” he said bending down to scoop you up as he carried you back to his room.

“Want daddy too?” He asked and you nodded, Thor left you for less then probably half a minute but by the time he came back with Loki you were already asleep snuggled in his bedding. “How long until she can take medicine?” Thor asked as he slid in on one side Loki slid in on the other. “2 hours” he said and Thor hummed. “Well, let’s see if she stays asleep until then” Loki nodded in agreement and the men snuggled closer to you.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#293

“You suck cock? ‘Cause you look like a cocksucker. Get on your knees fag and choke on this hog. It’s more than a mouthful.

“I don’t get it. Every time I stop here, there’s always a faggot or two wanting to suck my dick. Even now, at 5:30 in the morning. I used to get pissed off when one of you would come round my truck. Now I see you fucking queers serve a different purpose.

“I stopped first taking a piss when I get here, cause some of you like drinking it. If you are not into it, you better pull off now. I’m sure one of the other fags would jump at the chance.

“Good. Good. Oh man I needed this. Oh fuck. You are swallowing like you’ve done this before. Of course your have. You’re a fucking faggot. I saw you get out of that semi that just pulled out of here. Did he feed you his load? Don’t pull off, just nod…. In your gut or up your butt?... Just point. You fags have no shame.

“You’ll take a load from any driver no matter how nasty he is. I know I had some cheese under my skin, but you didn’t care. Disgusting.

“Oh, this driver parked next to me by just woke up. He’s wacking off in his cab. Faggot, let’s put on a show for him. Strip naked. Don’t look in his direction. Keep your eyes on me. And don’t worry if anyone comes in. I figure any driver that pulls in this difficult to navigate vista point is here to get off. I don’t think this is the first time you have been naked here.

“I just signaled him, and he’s making his way over here. Remember, my cock is your focus….

“…Hey bud. The faggot’s mouth is mine. You can have its other hole. I should tell you that there’s a load already in there from the driver of that Freightliner that just pulled out…. Just shove it in. I can’t imagine that its hole is anything but a sloppy mess.

“…I got to nut soon, cause I have to roll in about ten to fifteen minutes…. You too? The Bufford docks?... Heh! Same here. Well let’s get this faggot loaded up. It’s not going to take me long. This is one of the better mouths I have found here. How’s the cunt?... Sloppy?... Figured. These faggots are just whores to any real man that comes along. This one at least has a useful mouth. I drained my piss in it a few minutes ago.

“Fuck yeah. Slap its ass again. Its throat spasmed around my cock. That feels good. Keep it up…. Do you feel anything around your cock when I slap its head?... Not as much as when I make it choke? Well fuck! I can do that.

“Fuck yeah! Its throat slime is making its throat feel better than my girlfriend’s pussy. This particular faggot gives much better head than her. Hell, I can smack it around, and it seems to crave it. Now I am beginning to see the draw to using these cum dumps. Now if kissing was an option with this faggot, I probably would ditch my bitch. Heh. Heh…. No, there is no way I would kiss a sewer hole. It’s taken cock after cock in its mouth. Hell I pissed in it. There’s no way I would ever consider kissing it.

“…What? You want to kiss it? …You mean me? I’ve never kissed a man. Aw, fuck, why not? …Mmmm… Fuck… Oh hell yeah. I like that. I liked that a lot.

“I’m real close. Looks like you’re ready to pop there too. Go for it. Let’s dump our loads at the same time. The fag is in no position to say no. Beside it already has cum loads in its cunt and in its belly.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum! Hell yeah. Fuck yeah buddy.

“Faggot, what you think you are doing? I still have to finish pissing. And it’s going to take a few minutes for my hard-on to deflate. Just stay in place; besides, he may need to piss in you too…

“You got to piss? Do it in its sewer of a cunt. Ahh. …Feels good doesn’t it? Say, when we get to Bufford, wanna talk over some coffee while we get loaded up? By the way, I’m Alan. You are… Nice to share a faggot with you Eddie.

“OK fag. I’m done pissing here. Eddie’s done too. Hey faggot, give me your contact info. I wanna use your toilet mouth again. I’ll share it with Eddie if he wants it.

“That smile on his face says he wants to do this again. So faggot, go over to your car across the lot and write down your phone number and e-mail and bring it back to me. Here’s your car keys. You’ll get your clothes when you come back to us. Now don’t hesitate, go! Atta boy!

“Look at him walk. He’s doing everything he can to keep those loads in his cunt. That is a fucking riot. Hey, you come here often? Me neither. I only discovered it a few months ago. I haven’t done much other than blowjobs and piss play. I’m seeing that there’s a lot more to do.

“See you at Bufford’s?... What? You are going to walk away without a goodbye kiss? Heh heh. The faggot is coming back. Let’s give him a show.”

[virtual--hug]

Keigo Takami x Reader - Love is Pain

A/N: This is a bit of a shorter one than usual!

Characters: Keigo "Hawks" Takami x GN Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU

Warnings: Very mild sexual implications (the reader's soulmark is on their butt and shenanigans ensue)

Summary: "What kind of soulmate slaps you on the ass when you first meet?"

Word Count: 1k

If you were to ever look across the masses of people walking through the large city streets of Tokyo, you would undoubtedly see at least a handful of people with a plainly visible soulmate mark. The mark, generally varying in size and shape, could be composed entirely of grey hues while others were bursting with vibrant colors; the latter being an assured sign that the person in question had met their soulmate. Some people appeared to have no soul mark, luckily enclosed under where they'd wear clothes. Others weren't quite as lucky with a large mark that stretched out beyond where their clothes could cover or even a mark which was on their face.

As Hawks looked across each of the passing people below where he was perched, he still deemed his own soul mark to be the most unlucky of all, especially because of his profession. Across his left cheek had been a clearly hand-print shaped, grey mark since the day he was born. The mark was tilted in such a way that it soon became clear to the flight hero that his soulmate's first contact would be a slap to the face. Although he fretted about that occasionally, the real issue became when he entered the public eye as a rather famous hero: people would slap him.

At first, he thought it was just a one time thing. A woman had come up to him like she was asking for an autograph only to smack him hard across the face and sigh in disappointment when the mark didn't light up. But, it only continued after that. People of all kinds of descriptions would come up to the hero and test their luck at being his soulmate. Some would only gently tap his cheek while others, like the first instance, would hit him hard across the face. A handful of people had even painted their hand to give the illusion that it had worked; none of those instances were very convincing, and he'd yet to see his soulmate mark light up to some adoring fan.

Meanwhile, you found yourself in a much different set of circumstances. Luckily, you weren't in any position of fame nor did you find people frequently testing their luck at activating your soul mark. But, you'd still consider your soulmark to be unfortunate: a handprint on your butt cheek. "What kind of soulmate slaps you on the ass when you first meet?" You had always wondered. Overall, you weren't too thrilled to meet your soulmate, especially with the impression they had already left on you.

On that fateful day, you'd been going to meet a friend on your day off work. And, it just so happened that Hawks had decided to follow the same route only for the reason that it was the way Endeavor was going.

"So, I heard you have kids, right?" He decided to bring up as his next topic to annoy the man, "Todoroki Shoto, I saw him at the Sports Festival. He beat my work studies kid. You must be proud, huh?"

"Yes, but my kids don't like me very much." Endeavor responded.

"I can't begin to imagine why that is..." The flame hero cut off the other's sarcastic remark with a harsh glare.

"My children are none of your business, Hawks." He added.

"C'mon, don't be like that Mr. Number One!" As Keigo was speaking, he flicked his hands out to his side.

The action proved to be a mistake as he felt his hand having hit something a bit harshly. At first, he assumed it to be someone's arm or maybe even a small child who had been walking nearby. He turned to apologize to whomever he hit only to get a hard smack to the face.

"Asshole." You muttered as you left the man behind in pursuit of the location you'd be meeting your friend. You weren't quite sure what possessed you to react so harshly to the man who you assumed had just intentionally smacked your ass: most other people would have just let the situation de-escalate so as to not face the possible wrath of some odd man. But, you were sure you wouldn't be sticking around.

As for Hawks, he'd taken a second to recover from having been slapped. "Serves you right." The number one hero a few paces ahead of him now commented. It was no surprise the man decided to stop and witness the younger hero get slapped.

"It's not the worst I've gotten." Hawks tried to play it off as he returned to walking beside Endeavor.

He looked back up at the tall hero to further pester him, but the man only appeared to stare back at him with an unfamiliar expression. "Did you see a ghost or something?" Hawks attempted to poke fun at the odd look.

"Your uh- mark." Endeavor tapped the side of his own face to gesture what he meant to Hawks.

"Huh?" Keigo pulled out his phone to look at what the flame hero could have meant. He only had his camera app open for a second before he noted the bright mix of colors on his cheek.

"Hey, wait up!"

"It was kinda funny, y'know. I went up to them and was like 'hey, I know you just slapped me, but we're soulmates!' They were super apologetic though, they hadn't even realized that I was a pro-hero. I can't blame them though." You read through the most recent magazine interview your boyfriend had done.

You were ever supportive of his hero aspirations, and the things he did outside of it. But, you hardly expected him to be asked specifically about his soulmate and tell the true story of how you two met.

"Now I do it often and they hardly have that kind of interaction. Seriously Keigo?" You repeated the last line of the interview back to him.

"What? I was just telling the truth." Keigo looked up from his phone.

"Shut up!" You lightly smacked his arm.

"I'm just kidding," he leaned onto you, like a sort of human blanket, "PR Manager told me to add something 'interesting' if I was going to bring you up. I hate that guy."

"Sorry though, I won't bring that up again. Usually I don't even answer." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

"Do you get asked often?" You asked.

"Kinda, they usually ask when and how or if it's some specific hero. Mount Lady apparently found her soulmate recently and interviewers won't stop asking me about it." Keigo rolled his eyes.

"Don't even get me started one when Rumi found her soulmate! It was maybe like a week before we met, and I couldn't go even a second like walking somewhere without people asking! Like, how many times does she have to say her soulmate is a woman for people to get it..." Keigo continued his ramblings about the press, while you lay quietly on the couch beside him.

[peachycoreroo]

what about some haikyuu boys trying to explain how morning erection works to their s/o? if you could include Kuroo, Sugawara, Oikawa and Satori I'd be more than grateful 🥺

characters: kuroo tetsurou, sugawara koushi, oikawa tooru, tendou satori

genre: smut, a miiiini plot bc i can't control myself

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader, also kinda oblivious!reader?, established relationships, the slightest somnophilia (reader is just grinding while oikawa is asleep, he wakes up immediatly tho), handjob, morning wood (obvs), implied sex

authors note: omg this was my first ever request, thank you sm anonnie! i'm so sorry bc i'm pretty sure i got carried away and only kuroo and tendou really fit your request, but i still hope you'll like it<3 this was actually really hard bc i was so anxious about fucking up my first request, i also didn't really know much about morning woods (well now i do heh) and i find tendou kinda hard to write for but i really wanted to make anon happy. i stayed up till 4am for this🧍‍♂️here's a link to my masterlist<3

pt.2: kageyama tobio, haiba lev, hinata shoyo

kuroo tetsurou:

„your dick does what, why now?”

kuroo rolled his eyes. this is the third time he has to repeat himself and you still look at him as if you’ve never heard anything more complicated in your life.

sighing, the tall male leaned back against the headboard of your shared bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as he could, with you finally quenching your curiosity about his morning wood, and said morning wood pressing against his boxers and your sheets.

“one more time, y/n, there’s a number of reasons. first of all, the male body has its peak of testosterone in the morning. basically, the sudden increase of the hormone in the changing stages from being asleep to waking up, can get your guy up.” as he saw you open your mouth to ask a question, he immediately followed with: “yes, even without actually being aroused”, effectively making you shut your mouth again. the fact that he knew exactly what you wanted to ask, made him chuckle. kuroo knew you like the back of his hand.

“another one is that my body is aware of what’s going on, even when i’m asleep. if your ass grazes my dick, it’s gonna react.” grinning proudly, you sat yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“mhh, i’m glad you can’t resist me, even in your sleep. so… you want some help with that?”

the dark-haired male decided to play along, putting his large hands on your waist, pulling you closer and leaning in, just to stop a few inches from your lips and murmur: “you know, i could also just need to pee really bad”, making you lean back and stare at him dumbfounded.

as much as he wanted to actually teach you about this topic, kuroo would never pass up an opportunity to tease you.

sugawara koushi:

as suga jerked awake, he immediately became aware of his severe case of a morning wood. not only that, but he could also feel your ass pressed up snugly against it.

once the sleep slowly drained from the man’s eyes, he noticed that it was still dark outside and quickly checked the time to see his alarm clock reflecting the numbers 5:50 a.m. back at him. he knew he had to get up at 6 if he wanted to be an exemplary teacher and get to school earlier to prepare for class, but with the way your ass was pushing against his hard dick, his mind was too clouded by lust to care. he needed you, and he needed you now.

“baby, wake up”, in suga’s husky morning voice was the first thing you heard as you were gently stirred awake. when you cracked your eyes open, the silver-haired man was already kneeling between your legs, cock heavy and leaking against your panties.

yawning, you asked concerned: “kou’? what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

not being able to wait any longer, sugawara slowly started grinding against you through your shorts, making your breath hitch and legs spread wider.

“y-yeah, just a morning wood emergency. i can’t go and teach like that. let me use you quickly, princess”, suga almost whined, pained.

trying to hold in your whimpers to understand what led to this, your eyes jumping from the male’s handsome face to his pretty, hard dick, you wondered: “what’s gotten into you?”

at that, suga scoffed, amused at you wanting to know what led to his erection instead of getting to business right away.

“woke up to your pretty lil’ butt all snuggled up against my dick. you make me hard, even in my sleep y/n”, he rasped impatiently, but still wanting to quench your interest.

despite the fact that this was definitely not the most romantic thing you have heard from sugawara koushi, you couldn’t stop the butterflies erupting at the thought of him craving you this badly, even while asleep.

“c’mere kou’”, you softly murmured, pulling him down for a kiss, ready to help your boyfriend’s morning problem.

oikawa tooru:

tonight, wasn’t your night. you barely got a wink of sleep, while your boyfriend slept like a stone beside you. you knew it wasn’t his fault you couldn’t sleep, but that didn’t stop you from sulking like a spoiled child.

you were tired but also incredibly horny, and as if some gods heard the prayers you didn’t even direct at them, you noticed oikawa’s morning erection standing loud and proud under your shared sheets like every morning.

not wasting a moment, you ripped the sheets off him, straddling his lap and grinding your soaked panties against his erect boxer-clad cock. it’s not the worst feeling oikawa has ever woken up to, in fact it was definitely one of the best. everything’s better than being slapped awake by iwa-chan’s shoe hitting him in the face back in high school.

as the tanned man started to fidget and his calloused hands landed on your hips to guide you along his cock, your curiosity about his daily morning wood got the best of you.

“why are you hard every morning, tooru?”, you asked innocently, while not-so-innocently continuing to tease him with your hips.

“u-uh, something about hormones a-and, oh shit, faster babe”, oikawa needily pleaded, not in the mood to be explaining the scientific reason behind his reoccurring morning problem.

unsatisfied with the answer, you stopped the grinding to frown at him and complained: “but i wanna know more, tooru.”

the brunet looked up at you, groaning but knowing you wouldn’t just let it go. “fuck, okay. how about this: you make me cum, and i answer all your questions about… morning woods, after. deal?”

“…deal.”

tendou satori:

you woke up before tendou, feeling his hard-on press against your naked thigh, making you want to continue the fun you had last night.

luckily, your boyfriend also woke up, though not as happy about his morning wood problem as you.

“’tori… i need you”, you seductively purred, letting your petite hand slide down to his erection, wrapping around it and giving it a few slow, lazy pumps. to your surprise, your usually vocal-in-bed boyfriend didn’t moan, but only tensed at your ministrations.

not thinking much of it, you attached your lips to the base of his throat, sucking and licking while giving his cock a hard tuck, hoping to get a pretty moan out of him.

what you didn’t expect however, was for tendou to jump up and run to your bathroom while squealing like a little schoolgirl. dumbfounded, you froze in the position you were in, leaning towards where your boyfriend was laying just a few seconds ago, with your hand in a half-fist.

after a few minutes, the red-haired man sheepishly re-entered the room, scratching the back of his blushing neck with a matching blush on his face.

“i-i uh…”, at his voice cracking, tendou cleared his throat before continuing: “i’m so sorry sweetheart, i didn’t mean to run off like that.”

finally breaking out of your stiffness, you looked at him, puzzled, before asking: “why did you run off? if you didn’t want to make-out, I would’ve understood a simple no.”

“it’s not that! it’s just… morning wood doesn’t always mean i’m horny, sweetie. sometimes it happens when you desperately need to pee.”

“oh”, you awkwardly remarked, “i didn’t know that ‘tori, i’m so sorry. i just thought…”

chuckling, tendou leaned down, kissing your forehead and reassuring you: “don’t worry angel, you never stop learning.”