#if you have any tips on drawing black hair pls send them my way! I

[nuppu-nuppu]

would this be a good hairstyle for Airi?

[sluttyhollow]

Kindly requesting a pt. 2 to your not my n*gga fic☝️🤧😮‍💨

I was thinking like… what’s the dude version of Baby Tate’s Slut Him Out and then I remembered what it was

“Aye, and that shit’s so wet I took the rubber off can’t even use it”

Toji Fushiguro x Black!F Reader

Part 1

Warnings: smut, breeding/ovulation sex, baby mating press, rough sex, dom and sub dynamics (?) but not explicitly mentioned or described, baby trapping/pregnant reader (reader is ok with it but doesn’t explicitly say it), wormy being used as a bondage tool but you can’t see him (😭), spit as lube, no prep entry but reader is wet (no pain), pet names (baby; pretty) Toji being toxic, Toji abandons Megs with you for a few weeks (for a good reason), reader smacks Toji, fem bodied reader with no pronouns, reader gets picked up, Megumi being Megumi, fluffy ending!, let me know if I missed anything, reader implied black but no descriptors

I— idk it’s just a quickly written dirty nasty smut with no plot really 😭 pls I hope you enjoy

18+ no minors

To be fair, you should’ve known what the fuck he was on when he kept you holed up in his room that first night for hours. Not letting you stumble back into the four walls of your own apartment until the sun had already started peeking across the horizon line.

He’d kept his promise though, spent his “hard earned”, you still didn’t know what the fuck he did, money on taking you and keeping you satisfied. Then taking you back to his apartment and adding onto your satisfaction by stuffing you full of him. It was always him consuming you, because that’s how he was. Like a fire that instead of burning you the closer you got to it, slowly wrapped itself around you until it permeated every inch of you consuming you completely. But the tipping point was the knock on your door at 2 AM one Friday morning. Peeking through the peephole you saw his body taking up the space and opened your door to ask him what he wanted when you saw a small tuft of black hair move just outside of your peripheral vision drawing your attention to the small boy who stood in front of you.

“Who are you?” A small voice asked, bored little face looking between you and Toji, who now that you were staring at them both, was this kids father.

“Funny enough buddy, I was going to ask you the same thing” you smiled at him, before glaring at his dad and moving to let the two inside your apartment before the neighbors got nosey. Fixing the television so Megumi, who so generously introduced himself when his dad didn’t, would be distracted long enough for you to cuss his father out.

“What the fuck Toji, why are you here and why the fuck did you bring your son here at 2 AM” trying not to raise your voice in and effort to not disturb Megumi. Toji still hadn’t explained himself and was staring down at you with a small smirk on his face.

“Is that any way for you greet your man sweetheart, it’s only been a few days since you’ve seen me, did I not fuck your attitude away good enough” pissed wasn’t enough to describe the way you were feeling. Not only had he dragged his young son awake and into the streets in the wee hours of the morning, he was playing in your fucking face like you were a joke.

“Get the fuck out my house and out my fucking face on this bullshit Toji, I have work in the morning” pushing him back and beginning to walk out your kitchen you were quickly stopped by the block of a man stepping in your path.

“Quit playin with me y/n if you loose the attitude I’ll talk to you, before then “imma play in your face” cause you acting like Gumi when he doesn’t get a nap” in your defense, your hand moved faster then even your own brain could comprehend. Sending Toji’s head off to the side with its impact, the sound reverberating around the small space and into the living room causing a unhidden mix of a chuckle and scoff to fall from the young boy in the other room.

Scared. Yep, you were scared and that’s all there was to it. He didn’t speak, didn’t even look at your face. Just picked you up taking you back into your room, while telling Megumi to flip off the light cause they were spending the night over here. Then he closed your door dropping you into the middle of your bed and standing at the door of it finally looking at you, assessing his next move. The pajamas, if you could call them that, a loose crop top with some shorts, had risen during your fall to the bed exposing your unbound breast to him. Emphasized by the deep breaths and rapid beating of your heart. You were too nervous to reach up and readjust it, opting to sit beneath the depths of his gaze as your body warmed all over to his silent attentions. Having Toji’s eyes on you, like this, with that intensity with in them was overwhelming. He was making you feel like you were on top of the world while simultaneously feeling like the smallest being alive. He stood there a few minutes before making a move toward you.

Grabbing your shirt from the front and pulling at it, he ripped it off your body before doing the same to the shorts you had on leaving you bare. You felt your body warm as he roved the expanse of your body before his eyes met yours again. Licking across his lips he pulled back, thick arms crossing over each other as he started talking

“You think you gone disrespect me in front of my son because you didn’t get your way immediately y/n. You know better than that”

“Tsk I didn’t even mea-“

“Lose the attitude, final warning baby” his hands finally dropped, grabbing the base of his shirt pulling it over his head. Chiseled chest and toned stomach being exposed to you piece by piece as he went. Dropping the garment to the floor before repeating the same action with his pants.

“Go to hell bro, I’m fucking tired of you fr Toji. You think fucking can fix everything, get the fuck out” before you could open your mouth to spit more aggressive words at him, your cheeks were being squeezed between two of his thick fingers “only if I can take you there with me pretty” and with that you felt a fat glob of spit fall into your hole then he was bottoming out in the tight wetness your cunt was providing him pulling the throatiest moans from the both of you. Grabbing each of your thighs with one of his hands he folded them back until yours knees touched the bed on either side of your ears, presenting your pussy in the perfect position for him to stuff it full of his cum.

Toji had enough of your attitude, he spoils you, takes care of you more than he had done for anybody, including Gumi’s mom but your smart ass mouth was always moving. Retracting his hips from their space settled against the swell of your ass he thrust back into you at full force. While the act would typically create a painful but delicious ache in the pit of your belly from the repeated assault your poor pussy was taking but, ovulation had you angling your hips just that much more perfectly to accommodate his rough thrust. As kept his momentum up, you began to drift into the land of being completely drunk on his cock. Seeing that you were distracted Toji reached out to grab your arms and pull them towards your head board. A seemingly slimy sensation moving across your body and up your arms shocked your senses but believing it was just his wet tongue you brushed it off. However, the feeling made its way around both of your wrist before seemingly locking itself in place, that had your eyes popping open to meet Tojis smiling face. Your eyes trying to look toward whatever bound your wrist together and failing.

“Just needed a little help keeping you still for me baby don’t worry” And his hips kept going, just a little rougher finally pulling your first orgasm from you. It was quick, unannounced and had you squirting across the base of his stomach. Making a quick exit from your warmth he gripped himself and rubbed his tip across your clit to prolong the messy action. Immediately ramming himself back into you after, pace as unrelenting as before. A ring forming around his base as your cum collected there. If he kept this place up your body would be giving into another orgasm faster then it did before. Not being able to take the rapidly increasing pleasure consuming your body you tried scooting your body away from him a whine falling from your throat when he kept you in place.

“Nuh uh pretty, we’re making a baby tonight, you gone take this fat dick however I decide to give it you, stay fucking quiet before you wake Gumi up, that’s what you want hmm, want your new son walking in on you being used like the little breeding bitch that you are, want him to see how his little sibling was made, cause I’m not going to stop even if the fucking brat wakes up” you hated how you clenched around his length at his words. Shame filling your body because you first and foremost forgot about the adorable little boy who was hopefully passed out on your couch by now and two his words sent you into your second orgasm. Taking every ounce of remaining willpower inside of his body he pulled out again gifting your pussy with four hard smacks, the moan you’d been holding in came out loudly, before once again spearing you on his legnth.

He was close, for all his bravado Toji was still just a pussy drunk man who wanted nothing more than to fill his pussy with cum. He couldn’t wait for his seed to take, so he could come back from his missions to you waiting on him, stomach hanging perfectly round with his baby. Yeah you couldn’t deny him then, you’d be stuck with him forever. You’d keep gumi safe, you’d keep his new baby safe and in return he’d do the same to you.

Quickening his pace he finally allowed himself to spill himself inside of you. Heavy hand finally dropping your legs back to the bed as your arms were released from whatever had kept them bound. Rolling you both onto your sides so he could stay buried within you, he wrapped you close to his chest.

“Gotta call from Gumi earlier saying he ran out of food cause his mom hadn’t been home, I tried looking for her but just went to pick him up, I need you to watch him while I go look for her, might take a few weeks”

“Okay” You didn’t have the energy to say much else and you believed what Toji was saying. You’d deal with the rest in the morning. For now you just wanted to sleep.

*1 month later*

You and Megumi were thick as thieves and if you asked him, he liked you more than he’d ever liked either one of his family. That had the boy quickly dubbing you as one of his parents. Which in his words “daddy said you’d be my new parent anyways since you’re bringing me a little sibling” to which you rolled your eyes because of course Toji said that, speaking of… a knock on your door pulled you both from the activity you’d been working on. Opening the door, there revealed Toji, noticing a few new scars gracing his body as he made his way into the room you and Megumi were in. Ruffling the boys head, earning a glare from him, he pulled you in for a quick kiss before opening his mouth to say

“Missed me baby? I missed you” signature crooked smile pulling on his lips as his hand dropped down to your stomach pressing flat against it “and how’s my baby” rolling your eyes you moved away from trying to hold back your smile and keep the nonchalant face about you. “Nobody missed you but Gumi. But, WE are doing fine” face cracking as your smile flittered across your face.

[mha-princess]

Canon Dabi x insecure reader where she’s insecure about her body since she’s not thin. She voices it to him after seeing a pretty and smaller girl flirt with him, and he shows her how much he cares for her? NSFW pls! Thank u!

stop your whining [dabi x fem!reader]

A/N: I didn’t proof this so bc I really wanted to post today also I’ll be posting my 1k event soon! - Anako ✿

Genre: canon-verse, smut, drabble

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: unprotected sex, breeding, degradation

You continue to twirl on the bar stool, your attention long adverted from the chatter dispersed around you. It wasn’t an uncommon for you to tune out of the league’s conversations, especially when the topic was new recruits. New female recruits. To be honest you didn’t think new recruits within the group was necessary, but then again it wasn’t your call. You rolled your eyes at the thought and let yourself tune into the girl riding Shigaraki’s dick, desperate to receive a compliment.

“I really admire your ideologies. I’m willing to follow through with any task given. Any task given.” She enunciates, taking a step closer towards both Dabi and Shigaraki. Her small stature made her seem sweet, cute even, but her eyes had mischievous intent. The two men glance at eachother exchanging an understanding look before, looking back to the girl.

“Thank you for your interest. We look forward to your loyalty. Kurogiri be a gent and show her out.” Shigaraki, responds.

The girl grins as if she just had an interview and was sure she got the job. As Kurogiri shows her out you watch her sway her hips, the skirt she’s wearing a little less than admiring. After Kurogiri is out of sight you sigh in relief.

“Thank god that’s over. Fucking groupies, this is getting old.” You sigh raising from the bar stool.

“Her quirk will be of use to us.” Dabi shrugs.

“Shapeshifting? Tch, isn’t that what we have Toga for?”

“You think I’d drink animal blood?! Gross Y/N!” The blonde exclaims, partially offended.

“Wouldn’t put it past you babe.” You shrug, “I’d rather you be able to do both that way we don’t have some groupie in the league.”

“Why so judegmental now Y/N? Aren’t you all about giving people chances and bullshit like that?” Dabi snarks, shoving his handing into his pockets.

“Not skanks,” you reply, “Well, maybe she didn’t come off as a skank to you seeing as you were pretty friendly.”

“Jealousy is fucking ugly on you.” Shigaraki rasps, opting to leave the room with the others rather than hear you bicker with the black haired male.

“Jealous? The hell is there to be jealous about?!” You shout, the leader sending you the finger before leaving.

“Shigaraki’s right.” Dabi agrees, beginning to stroll away to his room, “It’s also a huge turn off.”

“Turn off ? It’s not like I ever turned you on. You’d rather the skimpy skinny bitch, right? She seems more your type.” Dabi stops to turn around to face you.

The expression on his face was unreadable but the aura he was emitting was deadly. He then inches toward you causing you to take little steps back.

“Y/N.” Is all he says and you stop right where you are. As he closes the space between you he grabs your arm, the force of his fingertips crushing into your muscle.

“The room. Now.” He grits, shoving you in front of him.

“Don’t fucking shove me. Better yet keep your hands off of me. ” You mumbled, making your way down the hall.

When you enter the room Dabi slams the door behind you.

“So fucking unnecessary,” you voice, back turned to him.

“No, your fucking unnecessary. And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demands gripping your shoulder and flipping you around.

“Didn’t I say to keep you damn hands off of me?!” You hiss, pushing his hands off of you. Dabi, refutes by taking a death hold on your waist, pushing you into the foot of the bed. His hands grip tighter and eventually your sides begin to run hot, the smell of singed clothing flooding the air.

He draws closer to your face, he gets so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, “Now listen you fucking brat, I don’t know what your problem is but you better fix that shit real fast. I don’t like to play with bratty bitches.”

“Your the bratty bitch,” you bark. Dabi’s lips draw together before he pushes you over the footboard and onto the bed. He then climbs inbetween your legs and loops his fingers around what’s left of your belt loops.

“You can either tell me what your problem is now or you can wait until my cock is rupturing your fucking cervix. ” he offers, pulling your pants off along with your underwear.

“Do your worst, bitch.” You spit.

Now I know it seems like that was a badass move, but it was a bad decision to say the least. Dabi was never a gentle lover and now that you’ve pissed him off, he definitely wasn’t going to take and precautions. You were being a bitch and if the only way to fix that is fucking you, then so be it.

Without any care he yanks you up and takes off the remainder of your clothing. Your lips purse into a thin line, the feisty part in you wanting to say something, but with the mood you had put him in you knew better. In one motion your back hits the mattress once more.

The male on top of you doesn’t even bother stripping from his clothing. You watch as he undoes his zipper and shimmies his pants below his hips. He sucks air into his mouth before pushing it out causing spit to fly onto your slit as well as his cock.

He then grabs the back of your knees, his fingertips still hot from the incident earlier, and throws them onto his shoulders.

“Don’t open your mouth until your ready to tell me what the hell is wrong with you,” and with that remark he plunges the whole of his cock into your pussy. You let out a shaky gasp which is quickly met by a hand around your throat.

“Not a fucking peep.” The male urges, drawing out of your folds before thrusting back in. He slams his hips into yours hard enough to send you moving forward on the mattress. The sheets beneath you losing there stability. Your pussy clenches around his length in an attempt to lessen the impact of his thrusts.

“Stop clenching. Your gonna rip my dick off,” he growls, and it sends chills through out your body. Dabi had such a disgusting mouth, vial even, but in the end it’s only added to your pleasure. The pleasure which you couldn’t admit you were indulging in. The thought of Dabi fucking you with no mercy only made you want to piss him off more.

Your voice ached to be heard as he continued to fuck your greedy pussy. The sounds of slapping and low distasteful grunts echoed off the hollow walls as he continued to reek havoc on your slit. The closer he got to cumming the closer he neared your cervix.

“You know what? Your fucking cute like this. Being a stubborn fucking brat. Making me fuck you just to get you to act right.”

Cute? Through the rough pleasure that you were feeling that word made something burn inside you.

“Cute? You don’t think I’m fucking cute.” You wither through labored breaths. He takes the pressure off of your neck, interested in trying to hear you explain yourself as he pounds your cunt.

“And why wouldn’t I think your cute, mm?”

“Because you were into that thin bitch. Talking to her, grinning at her. Bet you couldn’t wait until I left so you could fuck her.”

“If I wanted to fuck her I would’ve fucked her. But here I am balls fucking deep in my cunt. In the pussy that belongs to me.” His vulgar words, spark a heat in your tummy, leaving your insides twitching.

“So that’s what the attitude was for? Because you thought I wanted to fuck some rando?” He chuckles before taking the back of your thighs into his hands. He then pushes them back as far as they can go before pulling the length of his cock out, leaving only the tip. Your hand scrambles to meet his stomach but by the time your fingers meet his skin he’s already eight inches deep in your pussy. The head of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Dabi!” You cry out, your toes curling as he slams the weight of himself into you. The boy leans down and places a tart kiss on the shell of your ear.

“So pretty when you cry out like that.” You whimper at his words and weakly shove at his chest.

“Take some out. I told you what was wrong.” A feeble whine lacing your tone.

“I know that’s what we agreed on but your sucking me in. I couldn’t pull some out if I tried.” He whispers, dragging his tongue up your ear. You groaned, squirming under him it was as if he just kept adding inches. Nevertheless the pain you felt was something you were use to, something that you only used to add to your pleasure.

“Gonna cum.” You cry out as he rhythmically fills you up, his cock crashing against your womb again and again. You feel you thighs tremble as your body locks up around him. Your hands slam down gripping the sheets as your orgasm courses through your body. Dabi moves his mouth to kiss you as he lets his own orgasm spill into you. Once you regain your breath you lazily push him off of you.

“Heavy.” You mumble, grabbing the sheets to cover yours self, but before you can pull them over your chest they’re ripped from your hands.

“Don’t.” He demands, letting his hand trail up and down your lower abdomen as he lays he head on your chest, “Let me rub here. It’s cute.”

“Stop calling me cute.” You say rolling your eyes.

“But that’s what you are. Your a damn brat as well but your beautiful, perfect body, perfect smile. It warms my shallow ass heart.” You fluster at his words as he continues his actions.

“Dabi don’t say-.”

“Will you be quiet?” he sighs, “I love you. Your perfect. I wouldn’t dare think of another girl so stop your whining.” You obey and entangle your hand in his hair .

Nothing else needed to be said on your part or his. You were aware of you over exaggeration of the situation and you were glad you had a boyfriend who cared enough to hear you out, even if it was after destroying your cervix.

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[duskholland]

No pressure to get to this right now, as I realise your requests are closed, I just wanted to send this in before I forget! Idk if you’re comfortable writing daddy kink stuff, if you’re not, just ignore! But if you are... Could you please write something where Mob! Tom says “Come to Daddy,” inviting reader to sit in his lap, which ultimately results in her riding his dick/thigh? I would simply lose my marbles.. Thank you! 💞

hnnnng. okay. // nsfw 18+ extended warnings beneath cut. 

—it’s mob monday—

warnings: daddy kink, unprotected sex (pls wrap before you tap), fingering, alcohol. (me writing daddy kink for the first time in ageees and actually really enjoying it oop-).

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Tom looks incredibly regal, draped over his armchair in the living room, legs spread wide open. He’s still in his work clothes—tight white shirt, black slacks, hair slicked back—and his Rolex glints from his wrist as he slowly sips on some Scotch. His beady brown eyes lift to your figure as he watches you walk into the room.

“Evening, darling,” he says, slowly sitting up in his chair. Your eyes skim over him, and you find yourself biting your lip. Tom commands any space he inhabits with ease and dominance, and that’s true even when it’s just the two of you alone. “Could you fill this up for me?” He asks, draining the final drops of whiskey as he holds the tumbler out towards you.

“Of course,” you reply. You walk over to him, and lean down, taking the glass in one hand as you use the other to briefly cup his cheek. Tom grabs your hips and pulls you closer, lifting his chin until he’s able to kiss you, passionately. You moan into his mouth as he pushes his tongue between your lips and lets it dance with yours, languidly but firmly, and you end up whining as his hands slip back to grab fistfuls of your ass over your dress.

When you draw back from the kiss, slightly breathless and feeling considerably warmer than you had previously, Tom slaps your ass. He smirks as you bite back a moan, knowing your body like the back of his hand.

“Missed you today, love,” Tom murmurs, sitting back in the chair. He squeezes your hips again before letting you go, his lust-filled eyes trailing after you as you walk across to the drinks cart and start to deal with his drink.

You smile as you pour out some whiskey. “Missed you too,” you reply. You pick up the glass and take a few sips, the strong alcohol warming the back of your throat. You refill the glass and then stopper the bottle. “Been thinking about you all day.” Smirk building on your face, you lean back against the drinks cart to face him. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.”

Tom chuckles. “Last night, eh?” He murmurs, drawing a hand through his hair. “We had fun, didn’t we?”

You bite your lip as you remember the way he’d pinned you down, teased you, then given you six mind-shattering orgasms. Your cunt feels warm—it’s been pulsing all day, desperate to feel full again as it had been all last night.

“Yeah,” you agree. “A lot of fun.” You lick your lips, feeling your demeanour shift as you admire your boyfriend. “I feel empty without you now.”

Tom growls, his eyes darkening. “I can’t have my angel feeling empty, can I?” He runs his hands across his thighs and arches an eyebrow. “Come to daddy,” he coos.

You walk back to Tom, and he sits up a little straighter in his chair. You offer him the glass but he just shakes his head, reaching out and winding his hands back around your form instead. You squeal as he pulls you down, the whiskey spilling a little over your hand as you haphazardly put it down.

“Ugh,” you mutter, straddling Tom’s warm thighs and pulling your hand in front of your face. Before you can complain about the sticky alcohol clinging to your skin, Tom wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls it to his lips. He meets your eyes and holds your gaze as he licks over your hand, sighing contentedly as he laps up the alcohol and cleans you, tongue warm and wet and twisting over your skin with ease. You find yourself groaning as you imagine him repeating the movement over your sex, hot and wet, moving with purpose, and you move in closer so you’re able to grind down over his crotch.

Tom releases your hand and looks at you, eyes dark. “What do you say?” His palms go back to your waist, but he holds you still, putting an abrupt pause to your actions. “Eh?”

You shudder as you listen to his rasp, low and dominant, your teeth briefly tugging at your lower lip.

“Thank you, daddy,” you respond. You lean in so you’re able to kiss his jaw, leaving a very soft, teasing kiss there.

Tom wraps his hands around your back, keeping you with your head nuzzled into his shoulder. His palms roll over your back roughly.

“What do you want, hm? Do you want my thigh, or do you want my cock?”

You smile into his neck. “Your cock, please,” you mumble. “W’nna feel full again.”

Tom’s hands snake down to the hem of your dress, and you sit back up his thighs as his fingers dip up to your centre. “No panties?” He murmurs, smirking. Two of his fingers trail through your slit, teasing your clit for a moment before curving into your cunt. Your eyes flutter shut as you whimper, the space between you filling up with the sounds of Tom fucking your wet heat. “Eyes open, baby,” he adds, “if you want me so bad you’ve been walking around all day with your pussy dripping and exposed, you can pay attention now I’m giving you what you want.” You open your eyes as you whimper, feeling your walls clench around Tom’s slender fingers as he massages your g-spot. “Open my trousers, angel,” he adds, voice husky. “Get daddy’s cock out.”

You reach down and slowly wrangle Tom’s zipper, popping the button and tugging down the zip. Gently, but eagerly, you reach down and pull his length from his trousers, feeling yourself salivate at the sight of his member, erect and red. You lightly trace the veins with your thumb, teasing him as he gradually slows down the pace of his fingers.

“Fuck,” Tom grumbles, finally pulling his hand away from you. When you pout, he tuts and pushes his two fingers, covered in your wetness, past your lips to placate you. As he presses down your tongue, his other hand grabs at your waist and pulls you closer. “Ride my cock, darling,” he murmurs. “Give me a pretty show.”

You hum around his fingers as you sit up and guide his tip through your folds. You whimper as you slowly lower yourself onto him, groaning around Tom’s fingers as his cock spreads you open, aching in the most delicious way. You shake as he bottoms out, arcs of warm pleasure spreading through you.

Your pace gradually quickens, aided by Tom’s hand clasping your waist. He grunts loudly, eyes fluttering shut as he carefully grinds his cock up to meet your centre, his actions propelling him deeper. Your moans come out garbled and thick around his fingers, spit slowly gathering on your lips and dripping down your chin as you enjoy riding him.

“Such a tight cunt,” your boyfriend murmurs, voice twanging with his accent. “Doesn’t matter how many times I fill it… You’re always hungry for more, aren’t you? So needy for daddy’s cock.”

You nod hurriedly, panting around his fingers. You can feel your climax building, and as you clench your walls around his cock, Tom seems to realise it. The hand on your waist slips down to your heat and he strokes his index fingers over your clit, causing you to groan.

“Does my darling want to cum?” He murmurs, opening his eyes to smirk at you. When you nod, he tuts. “You know you’re not allowed to do that without permission, love.” He pulls his fingers from your mouth and grabs your face with them, digits slick and wet. Tom pinches your cheek and the pain makes you moan. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

You have to take a moment to compose yourself, distracted by the rising heat in your lower half and the breathlessness of your voice.

“Please, daddy. Please let me cum,” you whine, sucking your lower lip between your teeth as you pause. “Want you to fill me up.”

Tom shifts a hand to rest on your lower stomach, and your eyes almost roll back as he applies pressure to where his cock is moving, buried deep inside you.

“You want me to fill you up right here? Let you feel daddy’s cum? Hmm?” Tom drops his head and kisses your neck roughly, nibbling at your skin with his teeth.

“Yes,” you plead, eyes wide. “I need it. So much. Please, daddy. Please, please-”

“Go on, love,” he says. “Let me feel you fall apart. I love it when I feel you squeezing me just right. Tight fuckin’ pussy, taking me so well. Cum for me.”

He coaxes you through it with his deep rumbled words and his gyration of his hips, and you find yourself unravelling a few moments later. You moan loudly, sparks unfurling and spreading all across you as Tom continues to rub your clit, the pleasure from that coupling with the pulsing of your walls until you’re spinning in it, lost in the deep throes of warming passion. You feel him cum a little after you, his hand gripping your hips and keeping you in place as he ruts up into you, over and over again as his cock twitches, depositing his load inside you.

When you’re both done, you slump against him, keeping his cock buried in you up to the hilt as you pant for breath. Tom’s hand strokes over your back tenderly as his lips come down over the back of your head.

“Fucking love you,” he murmurs. “Best woman in the world.”

You smile lazily, letting your lips come down to kiss the column of his neck.

“Love you too.”

[franeridart]

Anon said: Ahh I really love your art, especially the way you present your story telling in the comics!! I smile every time I see them on my timeline haha thanks for making my (and likely many others) day! Wishing you all the best!!

Thank you so much!!!!! Especially glad to hear you think my comics’ storytelling works ;O; it means a lot!

Anon said: your satosugu arts give me life omg it's so beautiful and i love how smitten gojou is in all of them😭❤️ thank you for giving us pleasant escape from the disaster that is canon

AH GOSH thank you!!! Gojo lives all his feelings to the fullest doesn’t he! He’s a lot of fun to think about as happy and in love, he gives of the feeling of a warm hug to me ;; back in high school Geto was more reserved with his feelings, but I think he’d show it in his own very soft ways.....ahhhhh man, I love them ;;

Anon said: Your Satosugu is giving me life and also the fluff i need because HOLY SHIT THOSE CHAPTERS ;-;

I KNOW gege really looked at the old gen and went “enough with these dudes” huh lmao but I’m excited to see how everything is gonna turn out from now on! Esp since having been abandoned by the elders the protags are gonna have at the same time more options and less wiggle room.......... interesting!! Can’t wait!

Anon said: hey hey hey i just found your acc and i'm so invested in it already GDJSKALA I LOVE YOUR ART as a beginner like can't draw a circle beginner i truly admire your work also do you have any tips on what i should do to improve my art? because i'm on the brink of giving up istg cause my progress is just none there's no progress idk what to do like pls help me HAHAHHAHA idk what to watch how to practice what to do nothing absolutely nothing but i'm trying my best to hang on cause whenever i keep seeing artists like you it just makes me hang on and be like just keep going but even though i say that i'm going nowhere still so pls help... - 🍄

Ah man, I’m glad I can make you feel like keeping trying!! I answered an ask like this a while back here and I can’t say I have anything new to say on the matter? I hope it’ll help you! In the end the biggest suggestion I can give you is to try to figure out what it is that you want to draw and just draw it! Even if you don’t know how to, just draw it the way you can! As long as the act of drawing itself makes you happy more than the final result you’ll keep up with it and the improvement will come for sure! 

Anon said: your art always brightens my day. thank you for sharing it!

Thank you for liking it!!! ;;O;;

Anon said: Idk anything about jujutsu kaisen (I hope I write it well), but seeing your fanarts tempts me to start watching it 😍😍😍

I hope you’ll like it if you do try it!!!!! It’s not a story for everyone, but it is a great story for its own genre! And the studio animating it is doing a wonderful job of making it a work of art too TT0TT

Anon said: Hi! Don’t mean to bother but I wanted to let you know that the user yslkeii on tik tok has reposted some of your art. It’s the “some of my favorite dilfs” video, I think the thumbnail is a photo of Levi Ackerman. She knows that none of the artists in the vid allow reposts but won’t take it down so I figured I’d let them know

Thanks for letting me know! Sadly, I have literally no clue how to act on this for tik tok orz if they could at least credit................ I’m not even too opposted to having my stuff used in videos if there’s credit...................................sigh

Anon said: Hello, I was wondering if I could use some of your old mha art as a reference? I won’t post it anywhere, or trace your work I promise!

Sure you can!! If you don’t mean to post it you don’t even need to ask for permission! Just, you know, my stuff is full of mistakes everywhere so don’t take it too much as a good source for proper anatomy reference and stuff like that!

Anon said: a thought i've been sitting on, having not seen it, that is sending me. gojo/geto color pallet swap

You know, I did see that a while back! White-haired Geto and black-haired Gojo, it was stunning! Didn’t look much like themselves though, Gojo especially hahaha the white hair is really distinctive of him, isn’t it? With it black he kinda looks like first-year!Yuuta with sunglasses hahaha

Anon said: Hey! How you doing? So, i wanted to ask you if I could use one of your Kamijirou's fanarts in my Twitter edit, with credits of course! I hope you get mad with this shitty ask, i totally understand if you don't let me use, is your right ♡

I’d prefer it if you didn’t, sorry!!

Anon said: huhghhuhfjfjd i was scrolling thru your art and i hit a todokiribaku thing you made for a friend an d honestly that's all ive ever needed in life. your friend's taste is impeccable *sobs*

She does doesn’t she!! That’s still one golden ot3, I doubt that’s gonna change any time soon

Anon said: sfdghffgdgd gojo has the right idea. they should just make out

They should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wish they had!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: i've been looking at your art for months and i //just// realized you've started drawing noses from different angles *facepalm*

I’m trying my best!! It’s one of the things that limited my style the most AND one of the most difficult things for me to tackle, so I’m giving it a shot but still, you know, expect them to stay inconsistent for a while haha

Anon said: so five ish years ago i followed you for haikyuu, then got into bnha through your art and now im very tempted to watch jujutsu kaisen because of you as well

ANON!!!!!! I’m so glad and happy you kept me company this long and through this many fandoms!!!! TTATT if you do try jjk I hope you’ll like it! And if you don’t and decide to leave that’s okay too, I’m just really grateful you stuck around this long already!!! ;;A;; <3<3

[heroprose]

pst part 2 for ‘write it in ash’ have mercy pLS

a/n. the fact that you’re a fan of that oldie made this one a priority….. forewarning for the regular antics when it comes to my writing LOL thanks for requesting!!

– for those who don’t know, i wrote a demon (summoning) au ft. our guy izuku over here!

//

you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. there’s a sliver of you that is in fact startled to find the incubus still in your living room when you returned from the bathroom. he sits so stiffly, so uneasily, that you wonder if it’s the atmosphere of your home that sets him on edge, or if that’s just how he comes across to all his clients.

you don’t blame him entirely if it’s the former rather than the latter; after all, it’s not every day you entertained demonic company in your apartment. it’s hard to know what sort of mannerisms to adopt in their horned presence. you actually think you’re grappling the situation better than most would.

and midoriya, for whatever reason, is pretending that he’s not watching you cross the room towards him, but it’s ridiculously obvious, from the way his gaze shoots about after accidentally meeting your gaze. 

the living room, to your disdain, still smells faintly of sulphur and that’s not something that can be scrubbed off in a day. nevertheless, you take a seat beside midoriya, leaving ample distance between you and him for niceties. 

“so,” you start, working to undo the palpable silence. “midoriya– if that’s even your real name– i’ve a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

“we’re bound to confidentiality,” he confesses, finally taking in your presence directly. “there are some things i just cannot tell you. but– but midoriya really is my real name. not my whole name, per se, since demons go by many names but– um, yes.” he trails off. “yeah. ask away.”

this, of course, perks your attention profoundly, your gaze traveling back to his eyes from lingering on the impressive pair of horns that sprout from somewhere underneath his green curls. “alright. is it like an nda agreement?” you press. “who do you work for? the devil? lucifer? beelzebub? do you live in hell?”

“i– apologies,” he says, sounding genuinely sorry as he shakes his head and his green hair bounces. “i really can’t answer any of those questions. but, you know, if you want to ask me anything in regards to being an incubus in particular, i’m sure i can offer you some insight.”

you nod. his awkward ambiguity could only lead you to conclude that yes, he probably did live in hell and work for the devil. “so like, what’s the demographic of your services?” you prompt, leaning in,

“pardon?” he says, eyebrows quirked way up.

“i mean, what kind of person would summon incubi?”

he thinks this over, his green eyes glancing away for a second. “humans,” he eventually offers.

your eyes thin out, unsure if he’s avoiding the question or just really that oblivious. “right,” you say. “virgins or occultists?”

this sends him for a loop. “um,” he lets slip. “well. you know. it really depends; i can’t really say– oh! maybe… maybe humans like you?”

you shake your head, before letting yourself slump back onto the couch, your head hitting the back cushion. “midoriya,” you complain, flutters of amusement pulling at your mouth. “you can’t just keep giving me these loose answers if you’re trying to get it on with me. besides, me summoning you was an accident! a happy one at that, but an accident all the same.”

he purses his lips. “sorry,” he says hastily, brows knitted before he fully registers your words. “wait– huh? no, no, i’m not trying to do anything, i swear! this is all on you.”

“all on me?”

midoriya nods briskly.

“so does that mean you have no say in the matter? whenever someone summons you, you go?”

he reaches behind to scratch the back of his neck. “well, not exactly,” he replies, and taps the coffee table where dark, charred lines have been carved in. “the sigil you’ve drawn here isn’t mine mine; it’s a general summoning symbol for incubi. we all get the signal, but i was the one to answer your call. um, i hope you don’t mind.”

“i see,” you hum, trying to fit this all in your head with human business parallels but to no avail. no matter what he says (or doesn’t say), it is plain to see he is not of this earth. you wonder if you can somehow tease the solid answer out of him for your own interest.

“is that all you wish to ask?” he stammers out. “i’ve never met a human with so many questions.”

you stare, skeptical. “you’re kidding,” you say. “no one has asked you stuff like, whether you live in hell or not? what having horns feels like? i think these are important things to clarify.”

his fingers lift up to hover over his dark, nearly black horns that point upward. the root of the horns are mostly hidden by his hair but still, they are impressive. you can’t help but want to touch.

“all demons have horns,” he says, tapping his right one. “how many of them and what color can vary though.”

“huh,” you say. “that’s cool.”

midoriya lets out a brief laugh, dropping his hand. “i suppose. they can be a bit unwieldy, honestly. i’ve torn so many shirts with these horns.”

“damn,” you say. “you’re tearing people’s clothes off?”

he coughs. “oh, no! no, not other people’s– i mean my own.”

“such a gentleman.” your cheeks are full of mirth and humor. “can i touch?”

“y-yeah, if you really want to,” he says, still abashed. 

you scoot closer and take a horn in your hand, feeling the ribbed keratin. the skin of it is powdery, and underneath the artificial ceiling lights, they gleam with a dull shine. you’re mesmerized, quite frankly, at how surreal your current predicaments felt. 

feeling too polite to go down to the base of the horn, you kept your fingers around the tip and the midsection, running them horizontally for a few moments, then vertically.

your thumb rubs along the ridges, so delighted in the novel texture that you don’t notice the pleasant expression on his face until you glance down.

his eyes have fluttered shut, and his breaths came deep and rhythmically, like small sighs– but his fists, his fists were clenched in his lap as he sat cross-legged facing your direction.

afraid you were doing something strange to him, you withdraw your hand. almost immediately his eyes reopens.

“sorry–” you both say in unison. his bright gaze dart away while you laugh.

“do you sap people’s energy through your horns?” you inquire.

he shakes his head. “nothing like that. it’s just that any kind of intimacy is, well, appreciated for our kind, you could say.”

“but if i just kept a five foot radius from you at all times, you’d eventually regain your health too?”

you don’t miss the way his face falls. “well, yes…”

“okay; that said, final question.”

“yes?”

“what’s your body count?”

there’s a beat before he reacts.

“b-body count?! you mean like how many people i’ve– you really want to know this sort of thing?” he sputters, instinctively drawing away as far as he could so his backside hit the inner arm of the couch.

“please,” you say, waving your hand around dismissively, as if to ease him. “i mean, you do look my age, but i bet you’re ancient. in human years, of course. this sort of thing doesn’t bother me.”

he blanches. “i’m… uhh…” his mouth open and closes wordlessly, and in the end, you’re to understand that he won’t be saying anything too incriminating.

“if you won’t tell me, i’ll have to take an educated guess then. is that okay?” there is barely a jerky tilt of the head from him before you continue. 

“low thousands,” you state. “actually, i’m being stingy. let’s say mid thousands.”

you’re certain that if he were drinking water, he would’ve spat it all over you at this point. blood seems to rush to his face, his ears turning a deep shade of red as he gapes at you. “where are you pulling these numbers?!”

“i don’t know how to gauge your reaction,” you muse, tapping your chin with a forefinger. “too low? i think it’s pretty high myself.”

“i– i think that’s plenty high!” he practically yells out of embarrassment and you nearly feel bad. nearly. 

you pull your knees underneath you on the couch and lean your hands on them. “come on. i can’t be far off. you seem like the type of guy that people can’t get enough of.”

midoriya mumbles something unintelligible under his breath, and you take a knee forward.

“what?” you ask.

his mouth parts, his tongue running along his bottom lip before breathing out, “i said, wouldn’t you like to know…?” the flush hasn’t left his ears yet at all and you suspect it won’t fade for a bit.

“hm,” you say, greatly entertained. with deliberation, you bring both your hands up to cup his cheeks. “i think you have me sold.” he almost sighs again, but cuts himself short, as if in an attempt to restrain himself.

“that’s good– great, great, i mean,” he says. his eyes drift to your thighs, and his fingers find purchase on your wrists. “and i have to confess–”

his unexpected speed catches you off guard, and in a split second, his fingers are gone and instead scrabbling at your waist, sinking lower by the second.

“i feel bad for not having questions of my own this entire time,” he says, his words almost stumbling over each other. “i hope you can forgive me.”

“is a demon asking me for my forgiveness?” you ask, biting the inside of your cheek. “flattering. maybe.”

midoriya’s eyes just gleam feverishly, but up close now, his gaze looks different. to be specific, you never noticed how almond-shaped his pupils really were, and how fast they were blowing up. “maybe… maybe i can make it up to you instead?” he asks and you find that there is nothing clever left to remark with.

[cha-lyn]

The Perfect Pair - Part 2

18+ only pls. // Part 1

Warnings: S m u t . Sneakin’ around sex. Public Groping + Fingering. Cussin’.  

Summary: Are two-night stands a thing? May as well be. 

A/N: Originally I had no intention of writing a second part, but yet here we are. hope you enjoy! comments, likes and reblogs always appreciated 

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Shot glasses clinked together in the fancy bar as Sam toasted his newly employed cousin. You’re surrounded by Sam, Bucky, Wanda Maximoff and Sharon Carter. You’d met Wanda and Sharon the day after your interview and become fast friends with. 

“Y/N has worked so hard for this! I’m so proud of her and I can’t wait to TP her office as soon as I get the chance!” Sam toasts.

You glare playfully at your cousin as you down the clear liquid. Sam sprung for the good stuff so it barely burned as it went down your throat. “Thank you Sammy. Here’s to me hopefully being able to find a roommate in this freakin’ city.” Glasses click together again and you feel his eyes on you as you swallow. 

“Yes please! That couch is keeping me from living my best life,” Sam winks at the bartender who giggles and blushes. “Congrats, cousin.” Sam kissed you on top of the head. “Get what you like, I’m buying.” 

“No more shots,” you beg. “Vodka cranberry please.” Sam nods going to get your drink and Sharon and Wanda follow. Bucky nurses his beer, just savoring it for the taste. He doesn’t feel the alcohol. 

He slides over to you. “Congrats, Y/n.”

You tame your grin to a smile. “Thank you. I had plenty of good luck dick the night before.”

He smirks. “Well, just let me know if you need any congratulations dick tonight. I know a guy.” He slips his hand below the hightop, hand squeezing your ass briefly. 

You mock scoff at him, “And just what kind of woman do you think I am James?”

He doesn’t have time to answer as Sam and the other return with drinks. Sam is grinning, flashing a napkin with the bartender’s number on it at you, missing the glance between you and Bucky.

The rest of the evening is full of belly laughs, drinks and fleeting, not-so-innocent looks and touches between you and Bucky. It was a fun game. He’d place his hand on your lower back, then slide it down your ass and give you a squeeze. You’d bite and lick your lips when the others weren’t watching, holding Bucky’s gaze as you did. One time he was bold enough to reach up and pull your hair a bit. You retaliated by stumbling into him, grabbing his crotch when you did, palming him firmly before you righted yourself. You have serious kahunas when your tipsy. 

As the night stretched on the bar got more and more crowded. Wanda and Sharon headed home, leaving with you with hugs and a promise to have a girls night soon. Sam wants to wait another hour for the bartender to be off her shift, but you insist you’re tired.

“Barnes, get my cousin home safe please ok? I’ll see y’all in the morning, don’t wait up,” he smirks and you’re glad he doesn’t feel the need to elaborate.

Bucky nods, feigning slight annoyance as he follows you from the bar and into the crowd of dancing people towards the exit. As soon as you’re far enough away he grips your hips firmly,  slamming your ass into his denim covered erection. 

You cover his hands with yours, grinding into him harder. You tilt your head back, “C’mon, I’ve already called a car.” Before you make it outside, Bucky regretfully peels his hands off of you.

The ride pulls up almost as soon as you step outside and you and Bucky climb into the red SUV.  The man is from Brazil and doesn’t speak much English you learn. Bucky converses with him for a minute while you roll the window down and enjoy the breeze. 

A hand lands on your knee and you turn your head to see Bucky’s smug grin as he pushes the bottom of your skirt up. You go to deny him, legs closing and he frowns, shaking his head slightly. He’s still conversing with the driver.

It sends a shiver across your body.

He smirks, wedging his hand between your legs until you give in. He moves your barely there thong out of the way, finding your core already hot and wet. Slowly, he sticks in a finger, then two. He moves them in and out. He scissors them inside you, palm holding your bucking hips down. He swirls your clit with his thumb. He curls his fingers inside you, only stopping when you grip his wrist tightly. You bite your lip, nodding, eyes begging him not to stop what he’s started.  He smirks and continues playing with you and talking animatedly with the driver. 

You can tell you're getting close. To the apartment and to finishing. Bucky can, too. He varies his pace and technique, going fast and then slow, curving and then scissoring. You’re squirming in your seat, feet pushing into the passenger seat in front of you. You’ve angled your head out of the driver’s view and covered your mouth with your hand, biting down on your thumb so you don’t scream outright when you come around his fingers. He doesn’t stop right away, continuing to swirl, curl and torture you with pleasure as you come off your high. Finally, he stops, and pulls his fingers from you. His whole hand is glistening with your cum.

He lifts his hand to his lips, sucking his fingers. He moans so low only you can hear it before offering them to you. You taste yourself on his fingers as he watches you with hungry eyes. The car stops and Bucky thanks the driver whose none the wiser as he helps you out of the SUV.

Two other people share your elevator ride, but as soon as you step off the elevator and the doors close, Bucky’s hands are on you. He spins you around to kiss you as he backs you up to the apartment door. You hear the keys jingle as you bite his bottom lip. The door swings open and the two of you stumble in. Your hands are already working on his jeans. Bucky slams the door, turning to pin you to it and pick you up. 

“Bedroom Bucky,” you say between pants. He obliged, carrying you to his room.The clothing starts flying. Your shirt goes first, landing on Bucky’s laptop. His follows soon after.  You push his jeans and boxers down, salivating when you see it, hard and waiting. You push him to the wall and drop to your knees. You wrap your mouth around him, tongue drawing new shapes along his shaft. You plant your hands on his thighs and peek up at him. His eyes are half open, trained on you as his jaw has gone slack while you suck and lick. You drop one hand to massage his balls.

“Y/N--ah. Shit baby-” He loses his train of thought as he feels your throat around him. He pushes you away, spit dripping from your lips. “Stop… I wanna fuck you. Get on the bed.” You bite your lip, poised to argue with him. “Get on the bed.” His firm tone encouraged you to listen, so you did. “Let me congratulate you.” A mischievous smirk covers his face. 

You lay back and he finds the zipper of your tight skirt peeling it off you and then running his hands up your legs on his way back. Your lacy panties framing your vee in such a way… Bucky licks his lips, taking your almost naked body in. Finally, he leans in and kisses you hard.

You reach for him, stroking him as your tongues mingle together. You rub his dick along your covered core, teasing him, circling the still wet tip with your thumb. A strong hand rips your panties with no warning. Bucky slowly sinks into you and you wonder if it will be a slow and gentle fuck as he gently peels your bra off you. But as your hands are yanked up and pinned down on the pillow above your head, you know you’re wrong. And in this case, you love being wrong. 

Bucky watches your perfect breasts bounce as he thrusts into you. He bites his lip before he ducks his head down to lick and nip at you. He sucks your nipples hard, rolling them with his tongue and grazing them just hard enough to get a reaction from you. 

You’re raising your hips to meet his thrusts, panting and wishing you could touch him back. He holds you with one hand by the wrists, metal hand going to circle your clit. 

“You like this baby? Ya feel so good.”

You nod, barely breathing out a yes he hikes your leg up to your shoulder, opening you up for him. “I-I-I’m close,” you stutter. 

Bucky growls, metal hand moving from your leg to your neck, squeezing as you near your peak, head falling to the side. “Nah, look at me,” he warns, moving his hand up to your chin, pulling it back to him roughly. You moan, urging him on. His hand falls back to your neck, squeezing as you struggle from breath and it makes the sensations even better. “Fuuck, I’m close.” Bucky squeezes harder and your pinned hands push against his hand, but he doesn’t budge. “Ugh, come for me, baby.” 

You come at his words, squeezing him with your walls. It’s enough to set him off. You feel him come inside you, relieving the pressure on your neck before the black spots overtake your vision. He lets go of your hands too, as he strokes you both to the end of your highs.

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Err-thang taglist:

@thefridgeismybestie     @basically-introverted

[artificialqueens]

your pussy is god (Laskianna) - Citrus

a/n: i heard yall wanted some laskianna and lucky for you i finished this at like midnight last night. here’s some soft trans lesbian smut for your nerves. i guess slight dubcon because theyre tipsy at the beginning. tw for weed smoking if that bothers u. enjoy and pls leave feedback on my blog @aqcitrus or on here! xoxo

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Alaska mumbled into Tati’s shoulder, hands sliding over her girlfriend’s hips as they ground together to whatever top 40 song was pounding through the speakers of the club. Tatianna laughed, pushing her ass up against Alaska’s crotch and grinning when Alaska inhaled sharply.

“You’re so fucking drunk,” she replied teasingly, leaning back against the taller woman and enjoying the feeling of Alaska’s hands on her body. Alaska pouted indignantly, a sight that made Tatianna hold back a giggle when she turned to face her girlfriend, arms looping around her neck.

“I’m not drunk,” Alaska whined, “We had two drinks, I’m not fucking druuuunk. Just tipsy. Fun tipsy,” she added, biting her lip and looking down at Tati with dark eyes. Tati raised an eyebrow.

“Fun tipsy, huh? Is that code for something I should know about?” she teased.

“I think you know exactly what it’s code for,” Alaska replied, rolling her hips against Tati’s to emphasize her point. Tatianna was acutely aware of Alaska’s long nails pressing into her hips, eight sharp points against her dress. Feeling the absence of two of them made her shiver with arousal, and she was soon pulling Alaska in the direction of the door and into a car that would take them home as quickly as possible.

Alaska was all over her in the car, pressing kisses to the side of her neck and drawing circles on her thigh with her fingertips, and it only made Tati want her more. When they finally made their way into Alaska’s apartment, they barely bothered to kick off their shoes before making a beeline for the blonde’s bedroom.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” Alaska breathed as she pressed Tati against the mattress, fumbling for the remote that controlled her fairy lights. She managed to get them on without too much trouble after locating it, and took a moment to admire her girlfriend in the soft golden light before leaning in to connect their lips again.

“You’re cute when you’re tipsy,” Tati purred, running her fingertips over Alaska’s cheek as her other hand slipped beneath her tiny black dress. Alaska moaned when Tatianna cupped her through her panties, rolling her hips in an attempt to create the friction that she craved.

“You’re mean,” she accused as Tatianna pulled her hand away, and her girlfriend laughed before pulling her top over her head. Her skirt was soon to follow, and Alaska couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss down Tatianna’s neck as her hands explored the soft skin she’d revealed. She continued her trail of kisses along Tati’s body, moving lower and lower until her fingers were playing with the waistband of Tatianna’s panties.

“Please,” Tati murmured, lifting her hips and allowing Alaska to drag her underwear down her legs and toss them to the floor. Alaska bit her lip as Tatianna spread her legs for her, staring reverently at her center. From the look in her eyes, Tati knew exactly what she was thinking, and she reached down to cup Alaska’s face. “You wanna worship me, baby?”

Alaska nodded, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she realized how easy she was to read. She couldn’t exactly control her kinks, to be fair, but this was one that came up pretty often for them; it was one of her favorites. Tatianna smiled sweetly at her, running her thumb over Alaska’s bottom lip before pulling her hand away and spreading her legs further.

“C’mon then,” she purred, “Don’t be shy.”

Lasky retrieved a ponytail holder from the nightstand and threw up her hair quickly and messily before laying down on her stomach and gently running two fingers along Tatianna’s outer lips. She dipped her index finger between them, massaging her girlfriend lightly and feeling how wet she was, and Tati let out a soft sigh as Alaska’s fingertip skated over her clit.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Alaska said softly, her breath cool against Tatianna’s pussy as she moved to kiss her girlfriend’s inner thighs. When she was satisfied with the blossoming hickeys she had left, she moved closer and licked gently from Tati’s entrance to her clit. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive bud, her soft hums of contentment sending vibrations through Tatianna’s body that made her shiver.

Alaska never quite focused on one spot when giving head, preferring to take her time and explore everything that her girlfriend’s body had to offer. She didn’t mean to tease, but sometimes she was so slow and reverent that it made Tatianna want to scream from being edged for so long. Then again, she could hardly blame Alaska’s pace when her gentle pussy worship felt so fucking good.

Tati tried her best not to gasp when Alaska’s tongue moved even further south, not expecting her girlfriend to go there tonight, but Alaska was buzzed and feeling bold. She didn’t linger for long before her mouth was back on Tatianna’s pussy, licking her sweetly and making her moan outright. She’d been afraid to be loud the first few times they’d had sex, but all of that had flown out the window the first time that Alaska had looked into her eyes and moaned, “I love the sounds you make,” as she fucked her deep and slow. From that point onward, Tatianna made sure to show her appreciation for her girlfriend by not holding back any noises when they fucked, and it was obvious how much that turned Alaska on.

“Laska, fuck,” she gasped as her girlfriend slid a finger into her, mouth still working over her pussy and paying special attention to her clit. The blonde looked up at her, brown eyes sparkling under her long, dark lashes, and the sight was enough to make Tati clench around Alaska’s finger. Alaska smiled against her pussy, continuing to maintain eye contact with Tatianna as she ate her out, and Tatianna’s hips began to twitch in the tell-tale way that they always did when she was close.

“Mmm, I love your pussy,” Alaska moaned as she took a deep breath to quell her lightheadedness, wrapping her lips around Tati’s clit and flicking her tongue over it as she slid a second finger inside her. Tatianna cried out, one hand on Alaska’s head to push her closer, deeper, harder, her other hand gripping the sheets of Alaska’s bed as she came. Alaska gently pulled her fingers away, pressing her tongue against Tati and lapping at her release until her climax wound down and her clit stopped pulsing. She made sure she’d licked up every little bit of wetness from Tati’s pussy before pulling away and moving to straddle her hips.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me,” Tati half-mumbled, half-laughed as she pulled Alaska down for a messy kiss. The taller woman sighed and ground against Tati’s hips, her dress having ridden up all the way to her hips and exposing the bulge in her panties. Tatianna slipped her fingers under the lace covering Lasky’s hip, chuckling when her girlfriend whined for more. “You want me to touch you there, baby?”

“Yeah,” Alaska breathed, sitting up for a moment to unzip her dress and pull it over her head. Tatianna’s hands slid up her girlfriend’s torso to cup her breasts and Alaska let out a soft whine, tipping her head back in pleasure as Tati circled her nipples. “Fuck, keep doing that.”

“They’re sensitive, huh?” Tatianna teased. “Switch places with me, baby.”

Alaska complied, flopping down on the bed and giggling when her mattress bounced underneath her. Tati shook her head fondly, mounting Alaska’s hips and leaning down to kiss her.

“I want you so bad…”

“I know you do,” Tati smiled, sliding her hand into Alaska’s panties and pulling her cock free. Alaska whined as her girlfriend started stroking her, pulling her down for another kiss and bucking her hips into Tati’s hand.

“Fuck… I need more, baby,” Alaska pleaded, already breathing hard as Tatianna worked her slowly, teasingly. As soon as Alaska had spoken, Tati slowed her movements and focused only on the head of Alaska’s aching dick, leaning down to lap at her slit and pull a long whine from her girlfriend. “Oh my god, I need you inside me.”

Tati smiled. “That can be arranged,” she teased, reaching for the lube. Then Alaska sighed, sounding frustrated.

“I need to prep,” she whined. “Fuck, I want you so bad though.” She rolled out of bed with a pouty expression, and Tatianna giggled.

“We don’t have to-”

“I want to,” Alaska grumbled, pushing open the door of her ensuite. Tati smiled and began digging through Alaska’s night stand to retrieve a handful of items that she showed to her girlfriend.

“Is it cool if I roll for us? Take your time, I promise I won’t smoke all your weed,” she added with a grin. Alaska rolled her eyes, still doing her best to pout but coming up a little short.

“Yeah, yeah. Just wait for me.”

Tati winked. “Always. Take your time, babycakes.”

Alaska disappeared into the bathroom with a smile, leaving Tatianna to begin grinding and rolling until she was happy with the three generous joints in front of her. Alaska rolled better than she did and she was determined to stick to her promise of not smoking all of her girlfriend’s weed (likely an impossible task to begin with), but it was a good start. She knew Alaska wouldn’t mind her getting a head start while she did what she needed to do, so she lit up the first joint and listened to the water running in Alaska’s shower.

By the time the water stopped, Tati was just about finished with her joint, and smiled fondly as her nude girlfriend waltzed back into the bedroom.

“Good timing,” she grinned, gesturing with the roach as she put it out and left it in Alaska’s heart-shaped ashtray. “Didn’t feel like putting your clothes back on, huh?"

"Why bother?” Alaska murmured as she moved onto the bed to straddle Tatianna.

“I kinda wanted to rip them off you,” Tati teased. Alaska smiled as she reached over to the nightstand where Tati had left the joints and lighter, picking one up and sparking it.

“We have all the time in the world,” she said through a cloud of smoke that plumed upward and looked almost like a halo around her head. “You started before me though, so this one is all mine…”

Tati ran a hand along Alaska’s naked hip. “You gonna let me eat you out while you catch up?"

Alaska moaned softly, nodding as she switched positions with her girlfriend and spread her legs. "Fuck, you’re so good to me…” She whimpered when Tatianna kissed down her body, paying special attention to her breasts and stopping at her thighs to bite and suck until she was squirming and bruises were beginning to form. “Ah, fuck!"

"You smell so good,” Tati smiled, running a fingertip along the length of Alaska’s returning erection. “My squeaky-clean girl.”

Lasky giggled at that, shimmying her hips. “I thought I might as well use that nice body wash you got me while I was in the shower anyway,” she replied between hits. “I like getting pretty for you.”

“Mm, you’re always pretty for me though,” Tatianna purred. Alaska blushed, taking the opportunity to turn her face away as she ashed the joint. “You think you can multitask like that when I have my mouth on your pussy, baby?"

"D-don’t tease me like that,” Alaska whined. Still, she knew her girlfriend was right, so she put out the half-smoked joint and resolved to finish it later. “I love it when you say shit like that.”

“About your pussy?” Tatianna teased. Alaska nodded, leaning up for a quick kiss to hide her blushing face.

“Uh-huh. I didn’t think I’d ever want anyone to call it that, but fuck, I just love hearing you say it.”

“And I love saying it,” Tati promised. “You know I’ll say whatever you want me to, baby. You’ve got me hooked.”

“Mmm, is that so?” Alaska murmured, pressing their lips together again with a teasing smile. “I’ll have to find a way to keep you hooked forever, then…”

“You already have, dumbass,” Tati smiled back. “You think you can balance on just your hands and knees?”

Alaska bit her lip. “Not while I smoke..”

“Mm, I’ll just have to make do, then…” Tatianna gripped the base of Alaska’s cock as her tongue darted out to taste her, swirling over her tip and making the blonde cry out immediately.

“You fucking tease!” she whined as her girlfriend continued to play with her sensitive head, licking and sucking but never giving her anything more. “Please, Tati,” Alaska begged through an exhale, the smoke leaving her lips making her voice deep and somehow even whinier.

Tatianna smirked at her, enjoying watching Alaska squirm for a moment before she finally gave her what she wanted and took her entire length into her mouth– or, as much of it as she could manage. Deepthroating Alaska was no small feat, but Tati loved choking on her girlfriend’s dick, and loved watching her reactions even more. She hummed around her cock, taking her until she felt Alaska hit the back of her throat and the blonde let out a high, whiny moan of pleasure, staring into Tatianna’s tear-filled eyes until she finally pulled away to gasp for air.

“Fuck…” Alaska whimpered as she took the very last hit of her joint. As soon as it hit the ashtray, Tatianna was manhandling her girlfriend onto her hands and knees, her girlfriend absolute putty in her hands. Lasky turned back to make eye contact, her dark eyes blown with arousal and her chest heaving in anticipation. “You gonna eat me out, mama?”

Tati landed a light spank on Alaska’s ass, admiring the pink mark against her soft, pale flesh. “Mm, if you’re good…” she teased, and Alaska whined petulantly.

“Please? You promised…”

“I don’t remember promising you anything,” Tatianna grinned, giving Alaska another spank, this time on the tender spot where her ass blended into her thigh. “C’mon, baby, I wanna hear you beg for it. I know you love saying it as much as you love hearing it.”

Alaska groaned, wiggling her ass impatiently, her beautiful cock swinging lightly between her thighs as she did. Fuck, Tati was so in love with this woman and every single inch of her body.

“Please, Tati, please eat my pussy,” she whined, blushing bright pink as the words left her mouth. “I need you, now.”

“Mmm, that’s my sweet girl,” Tatianna purred. She gently spread Alaska’s cheeks and pressed her tongue firmly against her hole, licking over the sensitive area slowly and enjoying her girlfriend’s breathy moans as she finally got what she wanted. Her Lasky was so responsive to every little movement, every little shift in sensation, and Tati could never, ever get enough of her.

She slowly licked Alaska open until she was satisfied that she’d teased her for long enough, and pushed her tongue inside. Lasky’s reaction was immediate and intense, her hips jerking back against Tati’s mouth as a broken whimper left her lips. She spread her legs wider, allowing Tatianna better access as she ate her out slowly and giving her the opportunity to reach between Alaska’s thighs and wrap her hand around her cock.

“Fuck, Tati,” she moaned desperately, rocking her hips into her girlfriend’s hand as she began to pump her. The sensation of Tatianna’s tongue in her hole and her hand around her length was almost too much, and Alaska swore the room was tilting around her as her girlfriend pleasured her, so acutely aware of everything she liked, everything that would push her to the edge, all the subtle little ways that she could bring her girlfriend closer to nirvana.

Her lover’s grip tightened around her cock, her hand moving faster and faster as she licked Alaska from her tailbone to her scrotum and back up again, tongue swirling over her sensitive hole. The moment Tati moved downward again to suck Alaska’s balls into her mouth was the moment that the blonde’s hips jerked forward and she found herself mere moments from coming.

“Stop, fuck, stop,” she begged, and Tati didn’t need to be told twice, pulling away as soon as she was told. “‘M gonna come, need you to fuck me,” Alaska panted, and Tatianna nodded as the blonde sat up to stretch her limbs for a moment and catch her breath.

“Which toy, baby?”

“Fuck, I don’t know. I don’t care.”

Tati smiled fondly. “Yes, you do. Take a minute to think about it, honey, there’s no rush here. I’ll get you there.”

Alaska nodded, leaning against Tatianna’s chest. “The… the, uh, blue one. The light blue one. I need you, baby, I need you so fucking bad…”

“Okay, angel, the light blue one…” Tati moved to grab it out of a different one of Alaska’s bedside drawers, pulling out the harness that she stored there for whenever she came over. She carefully fitted the dildo into the harness and pulled it over her hips, making sure the fit was perfectly snug. Alaska was visibly drooling over the sight of Tatianna brandishing the large blue cock as her own, and moved back onto her hands and knees without even being asked to.

“I need you.”

“Can you actually turn over for me, baby? I wanna see you…” Alaska nodded and flipped onto her back eagerly, blushing when Tati’s eyes swept over her naked form. “So fucking beautiful, Alaska,” she said softly, one hand gently running down the curve of Alaska’s hip. She moved to cup Lasky’s breasts, small and round and soft in her hands as she leaned down to kiss and lick at her nipples. Alaska’s back arched ever-so-slightly as she basked in the attention, hardly even noticing when Tati pulled her hands away to uncap the lube and press her fingers against Alaska’s hole.

“I’m ready for you,” she promised in a low whisper, “Don’t take your time with me. You- you ate me out so fucking good, I’m ready.”

Tati was hesitant, but she completely trusted that Alaska knew her own body, knew what she could take and what would be too much for her to handle, knew how she wanted to be pleased. She allowed Alaska a few moments to admire her stroking and lubing up her artificial cock before pressing Lasky’s legs back and lining up. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she murmured as she leaned down to capture her lips. Alaska nodded, pulling her legs against her chest to allow Tati to press into her slowly.

Alaska let out a low moan when she was finally full of Tatianna, the thing she’d be so desperate for all night. She barely had to breathe out a, “Fuck me,” before her girlfriend set a pace that was hard and fast enough to make Alaska’s whimpers rough and gutteral, consistently interrupted by the motion of Tati’s hips against hers. One of Alaska’s hands reached down to stroke herself, trying desperately to match Tatianna’s brutal pace as she completely ruined her lover in a matter of minutes. Tears spilled over Alaska’s lashes as she was brought so close to the edge that she could practically taste it, her broken cries of Tati’s name increasing in frequency and volume as her pleasure neared its crescendo.

Tati leaned down to kiss her, hard, an utterance of “I love you,” falling from her lips, and Alaska’s vision went white.

Watching her girlfriend come was akin to a religious experience in Tatianna’s eyes; the way Alaska went from desperate and constantly in motion to glassy-eyed and almost limp was something that always struck something within her. The blonde was a mess, her hair almost completely loose from its ponytail, tears trailing down her face, lips pink and swollen from kisses and parted in her moment of ecstacy, her body trembling with the intensity of her orgasm.

Gently pulling out of Alaska, Tati removed the harness and threw it in the general direction of the ensuite for later cleaning, and grabbed the packet of makeup wipes that resided on Alaska’s nightstand.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” she murmured, brushing soft blonde hair away from her love’s face. Alaska blinked slowly, her glazed expression fading, and she nodded weakly. Tati carefully cleaned up her release, smiling when the cold makeup wipe against her warm stomach made Alaska shiver, and gently wiped the lube from her thighs and her hole. “How do you feel?”

“So good,” Alaska sighed, reaching out her arms. Tatianna smiled and moved to snuggle up beside her, letting her girlfriend curl into her body and rest her head on her chest.

“What can I do for you, baby?”

Alaska shook her head against Tati’s chest, snuggling deeper into her girlfriend’s warmth. “Just this. Hold me like this forever and ever.”

“You know I will, and you know that’s not what I meant,” Tatianna smiled. “C’mon, Laska, use your words.”

“Mmn, can’t,” the blonde protested sleepily, “You killed me. ‘M too tired.”

Tati grinned. “That good, huh?”

“Your pussy is god,” Alaska said simply, clearly content to just cuddle with the love of her life.

Tatianna laughed outright this time, stroking her hair. “You’re cute. You gonna take a nap?”

“I wanna smoke more weed and eat you out again,” Alaska answered. “Like, at least twice.”

“Twice, huh? I better get the numbing gel then.”

It was Alaska’s turn to laugh, and she shifted to lean up and kiss Tati sweetly. “Just give me a couple minutes to recover. I wanna taste you again. And again and again until the day I die. Forever.”

Tatianna smiled, knowing that despite her joking tone, Alaska truly meant what she said. They were deep, deep in love, and Tati hoped to never find her way back out.

“I think forever can be arranged.”

[sugaslick]

rules | m

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre/warnings: prep school!AU, smut, degradation, mirror sex, knife warning, mentions of smoking, basically tae’s kind of a dick so bare with me 

words: 2,982

summary: You return to your dorm to find Taehyung, your brother school’s wealthiest bastard. Unfortunately for him, you don’t like following the doctrine he preaches. 

a/n: Hey everyone! I just graduated from class of 2020: quarantine edition so I’m starting to write again bc I have so much time...If you have any prompts for drabbles or scenarios send them my way bc I need ideas and I love doing personal calls ;) hope you enjoy I’ve been writing this in between ft calls with my bf lmao sorry babe if he only knew...also if u like this pls lmk so I can ruin y’alls rosy filter fr lmao

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of the analog clock leads a symphony of your classmates’ pencils scribbling across their unfinished test papers, your hands folded neatly across your pristine work. You always finish tests early because you’re the straight A student, the teacher’s pet, the good girl - you strive for perfection and nothing less. You look to your left, peering at your classmate who’s perspiring so heavily that his shirt is beginning to stain. Poor soul, you ponder, poking your tongue between your lips and tasting success and strawberry lip balm.

You know what those stockings do to me, babygirl.

The taste makes you think of him. You know he likes it. He moans into your mouth when you wear it, licking at your bottom lip like it’s the tip of an ice cream cone.

You smell divine, my pet. I wish I could bottle you up and spray your scent on my pillow. It drives me insane.

You bring your wrist to your nose, breathing in deeply. Hints of citrus, geranium and blood orange coating your nostrils. You hold back a smile, folding your hands on your desk once more. You can almost feel his rough hands grazing the back of your thighs, fingers moving up your pleated skirt until they’re firmly gripping your ass. He’s rough, he’s vain, and he’s a bastard, but you like that. You need that. You need him. You can feel the wet seeping into your lacy white panties, crossing your legs uncomfortably to prevent it from moving further down your thighs.

Come on kitten, let me taste you. I’m hungry. I’m famished. I haven’t eaten for days. Come here.

Taehyung. Saying his name aloud is a sin against God. He’s the devil that meets naughty schoolgirls and ruins them at crossroads. You know the Ten Commandments by heart, and he has broken every single one of them. If the sisters knew what you two have done in closets, in the library, in your shared dorm room, they would expel you without thought. But you have, and you will continue doing so. He burns through your veins and evaporates your blood. His Commandments are Harder, Faster, and More. He exorcises you, he brings out the worst in you, he lives inside you.

Don’t keep me waiting, little girl. You know I don’t possess virtue or patience.

He is the deadly sin. Lust for your lips, your neck, your breasts, and your heat. He is a Glutton for your body; grabbing, kneading, pulling, scratching, and begging like a predator toying with its meal. He is Envious when others look at you, his glare daggers as his hand reaches down to your ass to claim what’s rightfully his. But it’s not, not really. He isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t his girlfriend. But you belong to him, without hesitation.

Do you see the way he’s looking at you? I’ll kill him. I will. I’ll make sure he never walks these halls again.

He scares you. He plays on your fears, your weaknesses, and turns them into desire. Sex is an amalgamation of your dreams and your nightmares, and he is the slumber that delivers both.

Riiiiiiing.

You stand almost instantly, swiping your test off of your desk and gracefully placing it on Mr. Jamison’s. You can’t think. You can barely breath. You just need to make it to your dorm and everything will be okay. You need release. You need Taehyung to rip off your panties and fuck you in your uniform.

Do I sense some eagerness, Y/N? Do you really want me that badly? Oh, this will be fun.

Fuck off. Even when he’s not around he teases you, playing mind games while simultaneously inducing a tingling sensation between your legs. You turn corners, bumping into classmates and teachers without sparing a glance behind you. You can feel a dampness at the nape of your neck, his favourite place to kiss you. He’s both the king and the joker, dominating you but taking his sweet time to do so. You trip up the stairs, breathing heavily as you enter the girl’s dormitory wing. The bulletin for the Spring Formal plasters the walls, pink and yellow leaflets papering the white brick with their propaganda. You pass cliques of girls socializing in the halls, twirling their hair, checking their phones, reapplying sticky clear gloss to their puckered lips.

Open your mouth. That’s it. Just like that. You know what to do.

You crash through the door of room 308, turning on your heel to slam the door shut behind you.

You exhale. Relief.

“Hello, love.” His voice. Just like that, you disintegrate. You feel your pulse quicken, you feel your legs quiver, you feel the wet drip lower, and lower, and lower. He’s here. “I missed you.”

Taehyung. Forest Ridge Private School’s most eligible bachelor. Captain of the lacrosse team, the moot trial club, and volunteers at the local orphanage on weekends. But you know better. He’s a liar, a cheat, and a bastard. His father owns several yachts, his mother a platinum member at a 5-star country club. He’s a brat, getting everything he wants without ever lifting a finger. What everyone fails to notice are the little things. He drives his slate grey Challenger a bit too fast. He says he’s quitting smoking, but shows up smelling like cigarettes every time you see him. He carries a switchblade that he swears is only for show, but flicks it open with an innate gesture that only develops from constant use. His left incisor is sharp, sharper than normal, as if he used his knife to grind it into a point. The only thing preppy about him is the uniform beret he always wears, tipped ever so slightly to rest askew atop his unruly black hair - like he is right now standing behind you. You turn, slowly, cautiously, as if preventing a gruesome attack from a lion just waiting to pounce.

“You’ve made me wait an awful long time for you. You know I don’t like tardiness.”

“Oh shut up, Tae. I was taking a test. It’s not like I could just walk out.” You finally meet his gaze. He’s angry, one hand holding his switchblade while the other gently caresses its blunt edge. You know he won’t use it, he just likes to scare you. To make you sweat. It’s his version of foreplay. Fear is like precum to him. “Besides, I like making you wait. It’s thrilling.” You utter, allowing the ghost of a smile to bloom on your lips. He takes a step towards you, then two more, until he’s close enough to smell your perfume. Close enough to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. Close enough to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But he doesn’t, does he?

“Thrilling?” He sneers, running his tongue over the sharper of the two incisors as his free hand moves slowly up your body. His movements are always precise and deliberate, as if he thinks before he acts. He’s calculated. He’s sure of himself. And he’s sure he can make a mess out of you. “I believe the word you’re looking for is dangerous. You shouldn’t fuck with me, kitten. I don’t play nice. I thought you knew that?”

“And what if I did,” you retort, bracing for impact, “what then?” Your waist, your breast, your collarbone; all of them greeted momentarily by his touch until he arrives at his destination. His fingers wrap around your throat, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to your jugular. God, you want him. You want him so bad as his hand shifts to tip your chin up, his thumb slipping into your mouth urging you to bite down. You look up at him, a quick breath escaping his nose as if he were laughing at you.

“Well, I have rules. Rules that were made to be followed. Rule #1, no tardiness, which you have already broken. Strike.” You feel the blunt edge of his blade caress your inner thigh. “Rule #2, no panties. Let’s see, shall we?” He lifts your skirt with the blade before you can slap his hand away, his head tipping back before rolling forward in exasperation. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. They’re very cute, I’ll give you that, but this is unacceptable.” He grabs the waistline of the lacy white fabric, ignoring your protests as he slices down the middle of your panties. You swear he sharpens it daily, because it cuts through your underwear as if they were a piece of flimsy parchment. They fall to the floor, your inhibitions falling with them. “Now that’s better, don’t you think?” He taunts, letting your skirt fall back in place.

“You’re such an asshole,” you mumble, audibly hearing your voice waiver. He is carnivorous. He caught your scent. He knows you’re afraid. He pounces. He reaches behind your head to place his knife on your dresser, drawing his hand back slowly before resting it on your waist. Leaning forward, he draws a line of saliva up your jawbone, stopping to nip at your earlobe.

“You love it, slut. Now, what’s Rule #3? You should know it by now. I’ve only repeated it a hundred times.” He chimes, moving his hand up your torso to cup your left breast, massaging it gently with interjected pinches of your nipple. He loves to tease. Making you squirm is his guilty pleasure. You feel your throat tighten, the urge to release a moan unbearable. You can’t help but rub your thighs together, resulting in the friction you need to stay sane. He notices your movements, moving away from your ear to reveal his snide grin from ear to ear. Before you can even comprehend his movements, Taehyung sticks his middle finger into your heat, curling it as if he were beckoning someone forward. “This is what you wanted, yes? My fingers in your cunt?” You nod. You hate yourself for it. You were eager for this, for him. He pulls his finger out abruptly, lifting it to his mouth to taste you. His eyes close, savouring your wetness in his dirty mouth. When his eyes open he’s different. He’s ravenous. His jaw clenches, his tongue poking out between his lips to devour what’s left of you. “Do not make me say it again, Y/N. What’s Rule #3?”

“Beg for it.” You mutter softly, refusing to meet his eyes. You weren’t shy, not even in the slightest, but you know him. You know this boy stood in front of you. He loves control, and you’re more than willing to give it to him.

“Sorry? I missed that.” He lilts, putting his index finger to his ear to indicate his excessive behaviour.

You take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, moving towards him as you keep your promise to him about not breaking any more rules. “Taehyung, I want you to fuck me so hard the entire hall can hear us. I want them to know that Kim Taehyung is in here fucking my brains out. The athlete, the bad boy, the prep, and the sadist. Oh boy, oh boy. Now get over here, you prick.”

“Y/N, this is why you’re my favourite. You beg with such vigor, such enthusiasm. This is why you get special treatment.”

“Oh grow u-.” You can’t even finish speaking before his hands and mouth attack you from all angles. He kisses you, but you wouldn’t even classify what his mouth was doing as a kiss. His tongue darted in and out of your mouth like a snake, his right hand constricting your wrists above your head as if you were his prisoner. His other hand does not waste any time finding the space between your legs, two fingers pumping into you with composed movements. You could feel yourself unraveling at his touch. Your legs quiver, your lips are raw, your eyes shut so tight in fear of what might be standing before you. Then nothing. His lips and hands are gone from your body. Your eyes remain closed but you can feel his presence, his energy. It cuts through the room like a dagger, the ghost of his switchblade on your thigh. Your eyes flicker open, and he is no longer standing in front of you. Confusion floods your expression as you turn your head in both directions, wondering if what you felt was just another realistic dream. His knife. You turn around, and there it is still resting on your dresser.

“Did you forget Rule #4 already?” You freeze. You cannot move. It’s over. He’s got you. “It’s not over until I say it’s over.”

His hand grips a handful of your hair and pushes you towards the bed, your thighs hitting its edge causing you to double over. He spreads your thighs with his knee, still clad in his dry cleaned slacks. You hear the sound of his belt coming undone, his pants falling to the floor in one swift movement. A high-pitched moan escapes your depths as Taehyung teases your entrance with his cock, moving up and down your soaking wet folds with absolutely no haste. He enjoys this. Thrives off of it.

“I won’t fuck you without your full consent. I’m a gentleman, you know. I have a reputation to uphold.” You can’t take this anymore. You can’t take his attitude. You flip over so you’re on your back, staring up at his shocked expression. You position his cock at your entrance, crossing your heels behind your back before pulling him into you. “J-jesus.” He didn’t even have the mental capacity to retort, but his body didn’t waiver in the slightest. Sex is the only language he can speak fluently. He picks you up by your ass and moves you further up the bed, rolling his body into you like an angry wave. “I appreciate your eagerness, kitten. But don’t you ever do that again, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, dad.” This is how you two work. He chirps, you chirp back. He comments, you respond.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have said that.” He picks up speed, his cock drilling into you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room with vulgarity. “Your pussy is mine, you hear me? I own you. You worship me. I am your god.”

And you believe him. Your eyes roll back in your head. You feel the build up. Your toes curl and your fingers clutch the sheets. You are so close to release you can feel it in your gut...and then nothing. He is infuriating. Your body is covered in flames and then extinguished in the blink of an eye.

“Tae,” you groan, his amusement quite clear on his tender red lips, “not fair.”

“You know what isn’t fair? The way you look right now. I wish you could see yourself. Your pussy is so fucking wet you’re practically pouring out onto the bed. Your hair is a mess, my teeth marks are beginning to take colour, and your eyes…” He trails off, almost as if in a trance. His disappearance led to the abandonment of his shirt and beret, both lying on the floor at the end of the bed. Black tousled hair covered his brows, the strands unruly from the tight grip of your fingers. He is like a dark angel, but you know this boy is no angel. “I have an idea.”

He picks you up, throwing you over his broad shoulder this time, and drops you in front of your full-body mirror.

“Strip.” You had no reason to disobey, dropping your uniform skirt and removing your blouse and bra. His eyes wandered, up and down your figure they went. He stares, ingesting you with his hungry eyes. They are almost black. “Now, you can see yourself. See how good you look after I fuck you.” His long fingers brush through your knotty waves as he speaks, contemplating his next move. “Do you want to cum?” You are taken aback by his bluntness, but you nod nonetheless. “How bad do you want me?” Your clit throbs with every word he whispers into your ear.

“God, you have no idea.”

“You had me at God.” And with that, he was on his knees in front of you, your body still facing the mirror. You watch your face as it simultaneously contorts with the presence of his tongue licking up your folds. He inserts one, two, three fingers into your prepped heat. The pressure of his tongue and fingers is almost unbearable, the overstimulation making it difficult for your body to stay upright. He does not let you fall. Every time your legs buckle, his hands grip your ass as he forces himself further into your dripping pussy. As he sucks at your pulsating clit, his fingers pump in and out of you with relentless urgency, never breaking eye contact. The intensity of his gaze is jarring, never looking away while he tastes you. You are so close to climax, the euphoria making you completely unaware of when Taehyung began pumping his cock with his other hand. He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending you over the edge. He sees this. Processes it. He rises before you cum to place his hand over your mouth as you scream in ecstasy. He is backing you up towards the bed, laying you down before he ejaculates all over your stomach and breasts. You ride your highs together. You feel him lay beside you, his head tipping to the side to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Alright, time to get you cleaned up.” He launches himself from the bed, heading towards your private bathroom. “We’re ordering takeout, right?”

“I’m already dialing!” You respond, reaching into the pocket of his crumpled pants to retrieve his chocolate brown Hermes wallet.

Sucker.

[madokasoratsugu]

to good fortune and luck

[rod/lucette; post-canon (good end)]

summary: five blessings Lucette receives from the people dearest to her.(and the one blessing she'll never beg for.)

a/n: i really like them /chinhands/. i also really like lucette metaphorically giving the middle finger. as usual pls read on ao3 bc tumblr probs didnt catch all my italics and stuff lmao

read on ao3

1.

“Lucette, you’re with Rod, are you not?”

Lucette’s hand comes to a perfect standstill. Gently setting the teacup back down on its saucer, she forces herself to meet Ophelia’s eyes.

There is no judgement in her patient gaze, but no doubt either.

Lucette doesn’t allow herself a second breath, a second thought of denial to run through her mind.

“Yes.”

The spring breeze flips pages of a book Emelaigne left open on the picnic blanket. The owner is nowhere to be seen, having dragged her brother off to procure more baked goods.

“I see.”

Ophelia quietly smiles. It’s tinged with pain, and the expression cuts deeper into Lucette than she likes.

“Then I suppose i’ll have to dig out my wedding veil. It’ll need some work, but I hope you won’t mind. It’s always been a tradition in my family to pass down the veil as an heirloom.”

Lucette blinks. Her hand is shaking too badly to lift her teacup to her dry mouth.

“Of course not.” Lucette manages. She blinks harder, and tries to suck in a discrete breath. “Your lacework has always been lovely.”

Ophelia’s smile grows. It’s still dampened at the edges, but in Ophelia’s sudden embrace, it’s clear as day to Lucette that the grief isn’t directed at her.

Rather, it exists for her.

Not for the first time, Lucette mumbles thanks to her mother, who loved Lucette so deeply she suffered tenfold at the thought of Lucette ever, ever being hurt.

Who would support her, even if the world wouldn’t.

2.

“When you get married to Rod - .” Emelaigne stops to sigh dreamily, and Lucette secretly loves it; the way Emelaigne uses her words, the way she says ‘when’ and not ‘if’, ‘married’ and not anything less.

“When the both of you get married, I want to arrange your bouquet.” Emelaigne flops backwards onto her bed, spreading her arms out above her.

A wide grin stretches on her face. “It’s the only thing i’m better than you at, so you can’t say no!”

Lucette laughs, pressing her hands into her lap. “Why would I?”

Emelaigne pulls herself up as abruptly as she laid down. “Maybe because you already have someone else you want to do it, or someone more qualified, or - .”

“Em.”

Emelaigne pouts. “Okay, okay. That means no one, right? Then i’ve called dibs!”

She pauses, eyes dipping to one side that hints at something else.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” Lucette asks gently, prodding Emelaigne’s side.

“Well….” Emelaigne flushes.

She reaches to her nightstand, opening the drawer to reveal a matte silver box.

Handing it to Lucette, she motions for the auburn to open it.

White stargazer lilies bloom outwards, surrounded by artistic sprigs of lily-of-the-valley and baby’s breath.

Lucette slowly lifts the beautifully decorated golden barrette, wide eyed.

“I know I’m jumping the gun here, but.” Emelaigne clasps her hands before her middle, smiling hopefully. “It’s an engagement gift. I noticed your old one was fraying at it’s petals.”

“It’s lovely, Em.” Lucette breathes.

Every petal was angled with dedication, faux beads of water giving life to the mini bouquet.

“It’d look nicer if Rod would just propose already, so you could wear it.”

Lucette bursts into giggles, red faced.

She’s welling with embarrassment and childish glee unbefitting a princess, but with Emelaigne laughing by her side, Lucette cannot imagine herself as anything else.

3.

“Take this.”

Fritz shoves a practice sword against Rod’s chest. He stands towering before Lucette’s door, shielding Rod from any passerby’s sight.

“Go back using the South staircase behind the kitchen. There shouldn’t be anyone using it at this time, but if there is, tell them you were having a private training session with me. If they try badgering you for any more information, just mention the name Varg.”

Rod nods once, before walking briskly away, immaculately dressed like Lucette is not.

She shuffles backwards in her nightgown, uncertain. It wouldn’t do to have her knight see her like this.

It wouldn’t do to have her knight see her secret lover sneaking out of her room either, but there’s that.

Still, all Fritz does is send her a reassuring smile. “We still have half an hour, princess. Plenty of time to get ready for breakfast.”

When Lucette next exits her room, everything is encased in silk, pressed out of sight with powder.

It takes everything in her to look at Fritz directly.

“With five minutes to spare. Let’s hurry, though.”

At the sight of Fritz’s warm grin, the coldness in her middle melts. Yet a chunk of ice remains as she stands before the dining hall doors.

A sick feeling grows in her. She doubts it’s the overpowering scent of syrup, this time.

Still, the sticky feeling of the silenced topic that hangs in the air tastes just like it, if only not as sweet.

“Princess, want to know a magic trick?”

Bewildered, Lucette turns to see Fritz drawing two strokes diagonally away from each other on his palm three times before he mimes eating it.

“I heard its a spell for confidence.”

The half-witch feels her face twitch with a smile.

“I can tell you that is not true.”

“But I can tell you that the fact that i’ll support you no matter what is.” Fritz says, knowing, understanding. “I hope at least that inspires confidence.”

Lucette stares at Fritz, at the streak of black that curls around one side of his face, the bright curve of his lips and remembers the way her silver knight had tamed his wolf just to serve by her side.

“It does.”

And Lucette pushes the doors open herself.

4.

“Are you adjusting well to the Tenebrarum?” Waltz asks, grinning wildly.

“As well as you are to your role as magical advisor to the kingdom.” Lucette immediately replies, cracking a smile at their silly inside joke.

Waltz chuckles, patting the space beside him on the wide fountain rim.

“You look tired, little star.”

“Secrets are hard things to keep.” Lucette says, shaking her head as she sits.

“You’re doing quite well, for one of this magnitude.” Waltz says, stroking her hair, and Lucette allows herself to indulge in his pampering.

“Although I do have something that might help.”

Waltz pulls out a tiny drawstring bag, and tips out from it a pair of earrings.

Attached to delicate white gold clasps, the clear blue crystals capture shooting stars within streaks of white.

Lucette cannot hold back her startled gasp.

“They’re blue kyanite. It helps with balance, communication, and fresh beginnings.” Waltz explains. “Perfect for you and Rod.”

Putting them on, Lucette delights in the way they gently reflect the starry expanse above. “Thank you.”

Still, the thought of what Waltz’s encouragement entails makes her happiness falter.

“I just wish - .” Lucette says, words trailing off, full of unfinished thoughts and endless desires.

“So do I.” Waltz hums. “We all do.”

Lucette laughs at the philosophy, and Waltz doesn’t hold back his smile.

“But you’ll do more than that, won’t you little star?”

Lucette yelps as he picks her up, spinning her around once before settling her on his arm.

“You’ll grant your wishes, because that’s what stars do, with a little help. You’ll be happy, and you’ll shine like all stars deserve to.”

Waltz looks at her with such pride and fondness that Lucette laughs aloud again, a little breathless, a little choked.

Within the arms of her closest friend who never stopped believing in her, Lucette thinks that it’s time she repaid that with some belief in herself, too.

5.

“You let your hair down.” Rod murmurs, twirling a loose lock with his forefinger.

“I am supposed to be in bed right now.” Lucette says, glancing at the high moon.

Rod smiles ruefully, in a way that implies she stay, in a manner that asks to be kissed.

So Lucette does, carefully, gently, and relishes in his returning tilt of his head.

Moving apart, Rod hesitates. His fixed stare on Lucette inspires a slight smile, a rising blush.

At that tender expression, he turns to take a plain box behind him on the window seat, resting it on his lap.

“I couldn’t get a ring.” Rod starts slowly, with eyes averted. “Not as myself. And I didn’t want anyone else to do it for me. So I….”

He opens the shoebox, and Lucette claps her hands over her mouth.

Intricate silver filigree vines twine up the heels and partway down the side of her glass slippers, with miniature stargazer lily blossoms by the counter, supported by well placed leaves.

“A silver sixpence in her shoe, right?” Rod says softly, smiling.

Trapped between a sob and a laugh, all Lucette can do is watch as Rod gets down on one knee before her, as his bandaged fingers cradle the glass heels, her hand.

The grip of their interlaced fingers hurt.

“Lucette Riella Britton, will you marry me?”

“I will.”

The words tumble out easier than she thought it would have.

Salty tears roll down her face, and she finds Rod tastes the same when he leans forward to seal the promise.

“I will.” Lucette breathes, again, pressed against the glass window as pleasantly cold as the heels on her feet.

“I took some liberties with the rhyme.” Rod confesses, running a hand through her long hair. “But I still wish I could have given you more.”

“This is plenty.” Lucette says, tilting her head up to look in Rod’s eyes. “This is more than I dreamed of. You’re more than I dreamed of.”

Rod kisses her on the jaw, just below her ear, and Lucette sighs helplessly.

“Don’t go back tonight.” Rod says aloud, this time.

Lucette thinks there isn’t any need to tell her that, not when her solace is already embracing her tight.

“I never intended to.”

And when Rod laughs, brilliant and jubilant and filled with infinite hope, Lucette feels on the verge of tears, on the verge of everything all at once.

But with his every kiss, every touch, Lucette finds herself coming back down, coming back to her tingling senses, coming back home to Rod.

Some secrets are worth keeping.

But in his embrace, Lucette thinks this is not a secret she wants to keep.

Not anymore.

0.

The throne room falls eerily silent.

Genaro stares at Lucette and Rod, and their connected hands.

Lucette’s announcement has swallowed the atmosphere whole, echoing in the whispers of the maids, in the minds of all occupants present.

“An engagement.” Genaro finally speaks, laboured and confused. “With Rod?”

Lucette doesn’t answer the rhetorical question.

“Why?”

“Why not?” Lucette says, less of a challenge and more of a statement.

In the conflict of denying his blood daughter the only thing she’s ever asked of him, Genaro turns helplessly to Ophelia standing beside.

“Listen to them.” Ophelia encourages, and Genaro’s eyes grow wide at the realisation of being the only one left in the dark.

Genaro turns towards the pair again, expression somber.

“Lucette.” He tries again, brows furrowing.

Genaro sinks deeper into his throne, pinches the bridge of his nose. “I apologise. This is all...quite a lot to take in.”

Lucette does not tell him to take his time.

At the side of the room, Emelaigne shifts from one foot to another anxiously, while Fritz keeps a steady hand on his sword’s hilt. Waltz doesn’t tell him to let up, not when the sparks of a protective barrier dance upon the fingertips of his hand behind his back.

Genaro sucks in a breath.

“I cannot approve of this union.” He says heavily. “Not for the sake of Angielle.”

“You abandoned me for it, too.”

Genaro’s eyes fly open, taken aback by Lucette’s words.

“You misunderstand me, father. I have never asked you for anything. I would not start now.”

Weathered lacework chuffs at her wrists as she raises a hand to press against her chest, hair pinned back with nearly-alive sprigs of lilies and baby’s breath fastened by gold.

Her palm burns with borrowed courage carved with nails; white stars caught in blue crystals glinting as she holds her head high.

Glass and silver making a clean, crisp sound as she takes a single step forward.

Blessings don’t just belong in magic folktales, in old wives' tales; they come in words and gifts, and love.

“This isn’t me seeking your acceptance, father.”

Rod’s grip anchors her, reminds her who it is she goes home to, who it is that taught her what it meant to be loved.

Who it was that held her during her darkest hours, who became the light of her future.

“This is a declaration.”

[wannawrite]

All For One

who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin, Cube Ent’s / Pd101’s Yoo Seonho genre: 🌸 type: bullet point blog navigator. • you have two Cube Chicks for best friends • is this a good or bad idea? this...is the cutest, softest thing...possibly...ever. I’ll try my best! Made me think of my best friends a lot  :”) TYSM @isaluciavevo for requesting - Admin L

• ahhhh the Cube Chicks are back together again • honestly,,,who...just who in the right mind thought that this would be a good idea • because it is a GREAT idea • but • warning: Cube Chicks may cause trouble out of good intention • good vibes only • that’s how y’all roll • if you want it • you go get it • and your boys will support you • both are competitive sportsmen • basketball team!! • captain • and vice-captain • it’s a v v messy yet memorable friendship • sometimes it’s you trying to keep Seonho and Guanlin alive • sometimes it’s Guanlin trying to keep you and Seonho from getting arrested • yeah • it’s Seonho for everything • have you seen this boy? • he gets in so much trouble its a miracle you haven’t bailed him out of jail yet • but he’s a good boy, don’t worry • he’s just clumsy and childish • kind of doesn’t think of consequences before acting • sort of plunges both feet into hot water without dipping his toes to check first • but • that’s how your entire friendship functions • it’s a good friendship • you share a class with Seonho • and it’s crazy • he sits next to you • some days he never pays attention to the teacher and gossips to you throughout class • other days he’s like • ‘hey seonho can I borrow a pencil-’  • ‘shush. pay attention to the teacher, y/n.’ • damn Seonho I just wanted a pencil I didn’t ask for this slander • but you love him • in school, he’s the first person to greet you at your locker in the mornings • with a bright smile, his backpack slung over his shoulder • then he ruffles your hair playfully, messing it up completely • true friendship :”) • ‘ahh, I know that person you like will definitely take notice of you now,’ he teases • then you guys walk to assembly and class together • sometimes in class, you guys have a sheet of foolscap paper in between the desks • and either one of you will draw or write some really cute, heart-warming, heart-fluttering bullshit • okay you get my drift • ‘you’re doing amazing sweetie’ • ‘cheer up!’ • ‘have fun at basketball practice later!’ • ‘i miss Guanlin :(‘ • ‘>:( what about me’ • ‘I love Guanlin :D’   • ‘ :”( ‘ • ‘ily2 dw ❤️’ • Seonho smiles before folding up the paper and sticking it into his bag just as your teacher walks by • he has an incredible knack of never getting in trouble • he can create trouble but he doesn’t get in it • explain later • okay now • Seonho is also super concern and caring • during lunch if he gets pizza, he makes sure to buy some for you too • and Guanlin of course • ‘pfpp lol hyung you can buy your own’ • ‘yah, you still owe me from last week’s frozen yoghurt.’ • bickers over food • visits your house very often • he just comes to nap on your bed • ‘nooo I’m here to inspect if you cleaned your room like you said you did in your Snapchat story.’ • really, he just wants access to your pantry and kitchen • while eating popcorn, you and Guanlin doodle things all over his arms when he’s sleeping • not dicks pls • Seonho is a child • he needs his sleep • after sleeping, he makes sure to go out with you and Guanlin a lot • barbecue is a MUST • in fact, the owner is a classmate’s parent • and always give you guys a discount • THAT’S how regular y’all are • and there’s always a tad bit more food for your table • karaoke is a favourite • time for swaggy rapper™️ to shine • speaking of Guanlin • he’s a year older • yet not that much more mature • or sensible • jk, he is • quieter and shyer than Seonho • but just as goofy when he opens up to you • is fake deep • ‘I want to get a tattoo of a burrito because we get so wrapped up in our internal feelings and sadness, that we ignore the crisp and goodness outside.’ • sends really meaningful things to the group chat at 12am • Guanlin🐥: you guys mean the world to me, I would never trade y’all for anything else • Seonho🐣: aww hyung :”) • you: 💓💓💓 • changes the group chat profile pic very often • he went through an entire streak of Kermit the frog for a month • Guanlin really likes memes • more than Seonho • and Seonho has a folder of 500+ pictures of memes alone • at 3.30am, Guanlin will send memes to the group chat • kermit the frog memes • pepe memes   • any other meme you can think of • sometimes recycles memes • edits memes • Guanlin🐥: hey Daniel hyung promised me a lifetime worth of pizza if I gave  Seonho to Minhyun hyung • Guanlin🐥: so lmao bye bye Seonho • Guanlin🐥: you’re the sacrifice • Seonho actually disappears for a couple of hours   • wh00ps • but Guanlin is EXTRA • extra sweet ;) • advises you both of life • ‘now...my young grasshoppers, I’m going to teach you how to sleep in class and not get caught.’ • ‘this is how you secretly eat pizza rolls in the middle of math’ • ‘LiSTEN, this is how you sneak in a waffle maker to make breakfast in morning assembly’ • but he does actually help • he helps both of you with studies • pushes Seonho to study by treating him to pizza • and ice cream • and chicken • Guanlin tells you tips and tricks to memorise math formulas better • uses creative analogies • ‘okay, imagine that x is a sheep. So 2x would mean 2 sheep and then 4x + -3x would be?’ • I don’t even know actually but let’s just pretend I do • ‘guys, if you get Mr Kai as your math teacher next year, tell me.’ • is a nice, responsible and caring older brother • gets really protective from time to time • it’s the small actions that give him away • like • ‘no, I’ll walk you out to the gate, don’t go by yourself.’ • ‘text me when you get home safe, okay?’ • will walk you to the bus stop and take your bus even if it goes the opposite way • makes some lame excuse • ‘uhh, my sister’s friend’s dog is in the area so I’m going to meet him and we’ll go back together.’ • ‘I need to pick up dry cleaning for my mother. You know how she’s fussy about her evening gowns.’ • ‘Lin, it’s 9pm at night...the shop is closed.’ • red-faced • ‘oh’ • Guanlin is #1 on speed dial on both your phones • ‘in cases y’all get drunk, call me, no one else knows how to take care of you two.’ • Seonho always texts him when he’s arrived safely at home • with a cute selfie sometimes • Guanlin tracks both the children’s sleep schedules in his diary watch him • is generous • pays for your haircuts • *pushes both of you into the salon Jinyoung works at* • ‘since school is almost over, you guys need a look for summer.’ • ‘hey Jinyoung, these are my friends so take good care of them wink wonk’ • ;) • I got you • Taiwanese chick is slyer than a fox • Seonho sits in the salon chair with pitch black hair • and emerges with a blonde streak down the middle • you don’t sense anything wrong • until Baejin starts to whip out green hair dye • ‘WAIT’ • you wrestle Jinyoung for that box • ‘HOW MUCH DID GUAN PAY YOU? I CAN PAY YOU MORE!’ • Guanlin’s hair ends up being blondish green • well done • he also once convinced Jinyoung to chop off a good 4 inches of your hair • I could use some 4 inches in height • hah • speaking of height • Guanlin is tall • so is Seonho • and Guanlin is just a bit more of that annoying tall friend who makes fun of everyone who isn’t as tall as them • yes thank you for putting MY box of cookies on the top shelf of my pantry • aww Seonho you sweetheart, thanks for helping   • he smirks and takes the whole box for himself • sigh • tall people • if you hang out in the evenings • Guanlin always drags Seonho’s ass out of your house to the basketball courts nearby • to practice • you know • time to grind😤😫 • you tag along • trying to win against a basketball team captain and vice-captain • some die heroes • ‘WatCH ME’ • your best friends just chuckle and shrug • but they are also your support squad • ‘jUst JUMP YOU GOT THIS!’ Guanlin yells enthusiastically • once, he even bought a loudspeaker • ‘LET’S GO TEAM!’ • and it got taken away by a park warden • then he brought another one • and a policeman on patrol swiped it • so Guanlin relied on his swaggy rapper™️ voice • Seonho becomes the spectator • ‘AND-AND WILL Y/N SCORE FOR THE FIRST TIME?’ • this is how you guys spend the weekends • ‘...THEY DO. A MIRACLE HAS HAPPENED.’ • Guanlin runs and catches you in a hug, overjoyed • Seonho joins soon after • and the three of you collapse in the cold court floor, bursting into laughter • but your heart couldn’t feel any warmer :”) • ‘ahhh, I could spend all night here.’ • but of course, realistically, you can’t • so all of you retire to Guanlin’s mansion • I make him a rich boy in every single one of my works I realised I’m sorry • sometimes it becomes a sleepover • like pillow fights   • making s’mores • scaring the hell out of his chef in the process • ‘dAMNIT GUANLIN YOUR PARENTS WILL KILL ME IF YOU BURN THE BOTTOM OF THIS POT.’ • ‘they’ll fire you if you swear at me, right?’ he says cockily, raising an amused brow • his chef just huffs. ‘I’ve known you since you ran around in diapers, goodness.’ • ahhh • his chef is gracious nonetheless and brings you guys platters of snacks for your movie night • includes a lot of yelling • Seonho getting spooked easily • Guanlin taking time to calculate if the scenario could happen in real life then reacting • the kind of best friends to watch Netflix with you until 12am • ‘c’mon,’ Seonho whispers. ‘Everyone should be asleep by now.’ • the three of you creep up to Guanlin’s spacious rooftop garden • star-gazing time • you pop open the soda bottles and get bags of chips • sipping cola • looking at the stars • back on the ground, head to head to form a circle • ahhh • ‘oh! shooting star!’ • ‘hey, that constellation looks like a horse!’ • it’s just a good time filled with laughter, jokes, food and friendship • as the night wears on, things get really deep and personal • these hangouts have sort of become personal therapy sessions for you • whatever you want to say • say it • all of you trust each other with your lives • a lot of things get lifted off each other’s chest • figure out problems together • help each other out • just a genuine, meaningful time of bonding • when it ends, you feel more secure and loyal to your friends • you and Seonho take the enormous couch in the gaming room while Guanlin sleeps in his bed a few doors down • he makes sure to tuck both of you in • and talk until one of you falls asleep before he tucks himself in • such a pure and real friendship • supportive • loving • loyal • and caring • during Christmas time, you guys team up to bake cookies and other holiday treats • it obviously isn’t the greatest idea • I mean, have you seen Guan and Seonho’s ‘It’s meringue time!’? yeah • seonho insists on icing his own cookies this year • he later spent almost an hour scraping icing off the ceiling of his kitchen • taking turns to help decorate each other’s houses • gift shopping for the rest of your clique together • synonymously agreeing to buy yet another fly swatter for Daniel • maybe some shoe insoles for Sungwoon • savages 24/7 • puns all around • breathe memes • especially Guanlin • like that boy has a basketball jersey with Kermit on the back • he actually wears it out • gave an identical one to Seonho for his birthday • and you received one as well for Christmas • from your Secret Santa • at basketball matches • it’s a given you’re there to support them, rain or shine • so if your crush wants to see you, they attend the game • a night before, you’re spamming the group chat with encouraging messages and gifs • they’re like ‘pffp we don’t need these’ but it actually cheers them up • HEART MELTING • there’s always a small spat in the group chat on whose jersey/jacket you will wear • Guanlin🐥: hEY I’M OLDER THAN YOU. • Guanlin🐥: THEY CAN WEAR YOURS ANY OTHER TIME, THIS IS ONE OF MY LAST COMPETITIONS 

• Seonho🐣: I FRICKIN WASHED AND DRY CLEANED MY JERSEY FOR THIS i’msorryimessedup

• on the day itself, you’re clad in Seonho’s practice jersey and Guanlin’s jacket • the cutest • everyone assumes y’all daring • but all of you are just the closest of friends • friendship goals • plus, they’re the best wingmen • just a super supportive, real, joyous friendship