#it's starting to get spicyyy

[spicyhotteokkay]

So… I had an idea of if or who on ATEEZ would be into “BookTok” girls…. Here are my reasons why

blame my shower thoughts on this and please don't take any of this to heart. my warning is, if you don't know what booktok girlies are- go look that up first. and whereas i'm not one (freak in the sheets still tho cause have you seen their hip thru- AHEM), i know a lot of girls who are so i'll try my best to be accurate on the books i reference

PS/disclaimer: if someone has done anything similar to this, i promise i did not intend to copy if i did

Kim Hongjoong

now this bitch is hard for me to tell, only because seeing how he interacts with people

hes very very careful (like that old makeup video they all did- he asked to touch her)

and where I think if he was dating someone he might not be as cautious, I imagine he still would be somewhere along the lines of "are you sure?" "dont have me do this if your not 100% sure you want it"

BUT WE ALL KNOW WE WANT IT CAUSE HES HOT MAD cue squidward meme

now to get into it mwahahah-

#1 reason he would get into this (for all the fantasy smut lovers out there)

coming up with the whole pirate and dystopian concept for ATEEZ

you CANNOT tell me, if you showed him the right book (never after series, im calling your ass out) and with enough begging he wouldn't at least be intrigued

plus when he's in a mood like the moment when he couldn't find the camera on stage

or bossing and scolding mingi or wooyoung AND just knowing in the beginning he had the members come to his room?

your telling me this man would hesitate with the right person and not do this shit

granted i think he would be someone to want to try a few times before fully getting into it

but i think with the way his creative mind works and he a scorpio and I know those bitches are SPICYYY

(hes good at all positions you know)

I think he would be good with a booktok girly at least on like a 50/50 basis

not an all the time thing cause he's too sweet for that

Park Seonghwa

this one......

I fear him the same as wooyoung but for a different reason, lemme explain

he looks himself up

and AND

he fucking likes the sword shit (and lightsabers) from wonderland too much

don't lie to me and say he wouldn't be into this shit once he started it

he's an ENFJ and an ARIES....

FUCK

he knows he has the presence (same as Yunho) and he wanted to be an actor

if you showed him shit like "priest" from sierra simone or ANYTHING similar and beg

oh baby....

you're screwed but also tell me how it goes

now I do thing he's another one that he would be weary about doing it first

mommy!Hwa lovers are right to think he would be careful but in a very dominating sense

don't get me started on the aftercare- him and San are just BABIES

but Seonghwa i think would definitely but the type to talk boundaries first

maybe even read the book himself to really know

but if he saw how much you want it

he's in and gurl.... run

Jeong Yunho

THIS BITCH IMA SWITCH IT UP

HE CATCHES YOUR ASS FIRST

imagine reading one day, he's either doing a schedule or your on the couch and he's playing games (nerd)

but you wouldn't think this sweet little golden retriever boy wouldn't spy on you so when he goes to the bathroom and gets a snack, only to be behind you while reading a scene like "whatcha readin' there tiny?"

WELL GUESS WHAT HE WOULD

he is not innocent, his smirk, his stage presence, THAT STANK FACE, it all gives him away

he fucking knows it too that us hotteoks are obsessed with his hands don't lie to me

plus that one video in the FEVER era where he climbs from the back of the couch and touches Seonghwas face has me convinced (many of his little flirty moments actually)

he would be that boyfriend that would do those tiktoks where he pins you or some shit, and would do it flawlessly (actor Yunho fans where you at)

all because he knows you'd squeal or turn into a puddle

but I just know, if he finds out your into that cause i feel like anyone that dates Yunho would most likely be on the shyer side since Yunho is very soft and easy going, but VERY subtly (and not so subtle, dont come after me) dominant

he would definitely find you out first before you ever tell him

and when he does know - i feel like all of them too- he wouldn't do it every time, but he would definitely surprise you some nights

Kang Yeosang

sarah j. maas I found your ideal buff fae king

this one was a hard one to think about cause on the whole doberman vs maltese debate

he's such a sweetheart and takes care of the members in such a quiet way, but he's just REEKING that shy/nervous energy (which is not a bad thing)

so i think Yeosang is definitely one of those you would end up like "want me to read it to you?" and you do

poor boy will be redder than his hair in the end of the europe tour

save him

granted if he did want to try, whether it be of his own volition or bringing it up enough

hes another one that would either talk about it, or have to try a few times to get used to it and the hangs of things

now to the other half of him

(ahem doberman)

i totally think along with a lot of people that if and when Yeosang is a dom- he's a hidden sadist or freak

so when he is into....

bye bye i'll come to your funeral

fea smut or fantasy smut fits him too well purely because as we all know

Yeosang is the living statue and pretty

Choi San

fae king pt 2

need i say more on that?

i mean, he's so prince like not to mention i feel like he's practically royalty if you were ever in namhae

ADDING TO THAT NOT TO MENTION, HES BODY SO TEA FUCK THE TEA I NEED COFFEE

strong strong boy oh my GAWD

but underneath all that he is still a sweetheart

save him pt 2

he would be like Yunho in the sense of he would find you out first

say you left a book out and went to go do something

curiosity killed the cat... literally

he would fucking melt finding out his princess reads this WITH a straight face

now when you talk it out, like telling him why you like it and all

this stamina based little freak would be subtly into it as well

especially if he catches you squirming while having to come clean and tell him about the book you had

he so dominant and not putting up with the bullshit with Wooyoung, I feel he would be the same way with you

but in a much safer/gentler manner

"princess, what did I tell you about keeping things from me? you know what happens now"

bye bye

give him some mafia type novel or something as well like "there are no saints"

your gone, done, FINITO

go sign your will now, he's too into pleasing you to want to stop from seeing how you melt and squirm under him

Song Mingi

save him pt 3

don't get me wrong, he has the confidence and charisma to definitely be the inspiration for a character in one of these books

but actually seeing you read and like this stuff would shock him so badly he would get a fever

the danger in Mingi trying is like the interview or video with Epik High like Hongjoong says- he gets into the gimmick

as well as this poor baby, would be so nervous about doing it that you would have to hype him up

(gentle giant on steroids if you must)

and as your working him up, encouraging everything as he does so

plus the added fact of he would visibly see this shit was 100% making you feel good and turn into a puddle

your in for it now, the baby chick Mingi is gone and we've been introduced to wolf Mingi

he'd get one hell of a dangerous confidence boost especially if you showed him a certain book and said you saw him as the main character/love interest

here's another one of go sign your will, but also like Yunho

he would end up able to do this flawlessly all because he KNOWS

your turning into a puddle before he's finished

Jung Wooyoung

lemme raise you one reason he would match with this shit way too perfectly by this

this mother fucker wanted a motorcycle if it wasn't for the fact his mom wouldn't like it

and if you've seen the videos of bikers being goofy and reacting to the books on booktok

you know what i mean

plus the fact of he's way too freaky and okay with it that he would be a mix of you having to tell him about it

only to have him tell you he already knew and was waiting for your ass to say it first

the shithead

save him nah, save YOU

all the warnings cause this man ain't letting your ass out of this conversation without trying it at least THRICE

he doesn't care what plotline, genre, trope whatever

he'll do anything like the confident little shit he is that he just want you flustered

he knows his strengths, and depending on how long or how well he knows you?

your either fucked or royally screwed into the ground

his stage presence, how he is off stage, knowing how we all are a little too obsessed with his arms

like how Yunho knows we love his hands

he would be way to into the fact if, like Mingi, he ever heard you say you pictured him instead

Choi Jongho

Jongho I feel is simultaneously the hardest to imagine

but the easiest as well

sign your will pt 3

Jongho would definitely be someone you'd have to tell first what you want

but being the straight faced and cold expressions he has most of the time

not that he is that type cause he smiles are ADORABLE

he would probably say no and leave it at that for the most part

granted he would be gentle about it like "let's not talk about this yet, okay sweetheart?"

and being that it's Jongho and he's not the most physically affection don't come for me, i'm not done yet

you would probably leave it alone given you don't wanna push boundaries or upset him

only for one special day and out of nowhere to come along

most likely an anniversary or if you were really stressed for work or school

and Jongho is not only at the ready for your favorite book he's seen you read over and over

or the one scene you showed him at first and asked about

this little hidden freak #2 waited till you were out of the house and busy to read up on it

cause he refuses to be seen planning or known to do something nice for someone he cares about until after it's done

and when he does it your in a world of hurt or pleasure

the last of the actor line in ATEEZ, he would know just what to do and how to execute it perfectly

bonus for his ego when he sees just how much you enjoy it

And thats all I got, again none of this is real or should be taken to heart. This is just my loose guesses on their personalities and how they are either on stage or in videos

my small taglist cause i have little to no mutuals I HOPE YOU ENJOY THOUGH @jensthwa @yuyubeans @yuyusuyu @hotteokkay @bethelighthalazia @annoyingcloudd @kitten4sannie

[luckycharms1701]

Just read Mikey’s mating season, would write one for Raphael?

of course i will, anything for our boy in red! i will say that bay raph in particular is hard for me to write, so i hope this is decent

again, it's a lil spicyyy 🌶️ reader beware!

The first time it's brought up, Raph absolutely refuses to allow you to spend his season with him. Won't even have the conversation. Not even Mikey can convince him to just talk to you. It takes a literal act of God to force him into it- stranded in your apartment together while a late snowstorm rages, just as his season is starting.

Raph is naturally afraid that he will hurt you. But what he doesn't tell you is that he is afraid of the vulnerability. Raph's season is a highly emotional time for this passionate guy. He knows that he'll be more open- generally the first sign that his season is starting is when he admits something to one of his brothers that he doesn't actually want them to know. So forced into close quarters with you, alone- he's afraid of what he'll say, afraid that the depths of his feelings will drive you off.

He is shocked that when the time comes, his anger doesn't overwhelm him the way it normally does. Instead, it is his love for you that takes over. He finds himself feeling incredibly affectionate. He even chirps for you. (Once it's over he's mortified and you have to swear that you'll never tell anyone ever). The sadness he associates with this time? Again, all gone, because you're here.

The cuddling is real and it is. Frequent. Raph doesn't like to let you go and will often carry you around if you need to move from the bed. But good luck getting him to agree to let you leave the bed. He likes you there and he does not want you to leave. Surely he can go get whatever you need? You belong in his arms, as far as he is concerned.

So, Raph. Once you get him on board, he has rules. These are non-negotiable, because not following them could possibly result in him hurting you and that Will Not Happen. The biggest rule is that you cannot tease him. Teasing riles him up like nothing else and if he loses control and hurts you... no. It Won't Happen. He'll lock himself in a different room and take care of himself before he'll let you break one of his rules.

However, that doesn't mean that it's not a good time for both of you. It's hard at first, because Raph is so afraid to let go, but once he does? Once all that passion is set free and focused on you? It is absolutely some of the most intense lovemaking you've ever experienced in your life. And that's what it is- lovemaking.

All of Raph's affection and tender feelings take over, and he is intense but so gentle at the same time. When it's not mating season, he can be rough sometimes, although never more than you can handle. Not so during mating season. Even when he's pounding into you, driving you wild as you writhe under him, he doesn't hurt you. The only bruises you come out with are in the shape of his hands on your hips.

He is surprisingly quiet when he fucks you. Everything in him is so focused on you that he barely notices his own pleasure. He does chirp a lot, and when it happens the churring practically vibrates the whole bed. He prefers to draw sounds out of you instead. There is a certain dark chuckle he gives that warns you that you are about to get loud. He loves to quiet down so he can catch the nearly silent gasp that comes out of you when his fingers hit that spot deep in you.

He becomes an anxious mother hen when it's over. He hovers. It's a little maddening but he needs you to indulge. He needs to be able to make sure that you're okay, that he didn't hurt you. He is of course worried for no reason, you're fine. But he's still a little cuddly, so you enjoy indulging him.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic

[ilysungho]

⛅️ here omg imagine cuddling with bf!sungho and admiring his arms / toned body. Tracing silly shapes on his biceps or abs under the blanket. Trying to keep your giggles and voices low bc the members are sleeping. Idk I feel like it would be really cute or if you’re in the mood it can get spicyyy.

side note: I bias sungho but your writing has me looking at the other members differently in a good way eeee ily

thank you sweetheart... i'm honored to know that! i hope my writing continues to do so then <3

on a softer note, bf!sungho would be so fun with cuddle with. he'd love you wrap you around his arms as you both stay up watching movies together, even debriefing after if you guys are alone. he would love talking to and hearing you talk about it all as he plays with your hair, tucking a couple strands behind your ear every now and then. the mood would be especially soft after romance movies, his body melting into yours as the two of you think about each other in place of the characters on screen. he'd even shed a few tears when something emotional happens, and you have to wipe them with your thumbs, kissing him softly before resuming the movie.

after those same romance movies though, there are always times when you are just so fond of your boyfriend as you play with his skin. tracing soft lines, drawing on it, even writing words for him to guess. he loves it when you do that, but he loves it more when you start to go under his shirt, feeling up his abs, higher up to his chest, and then going lower. jaehyun would usually be sleeping by that time, his soft breaths barely audible as the two of you get lost in each other. your look at him, filled with desire, gets him to let you do as you wish, your hands reaching in to palm him through his boxers. your legs would be entangled as you both try to even your breaths. sungho would be having an especially hard time trying not to moan or anything as such. but it's only as easy as it sounds when his lover is the one making his feel this way.

[sttm99]

Omg could you write abt the reader being old ‘friends’ with bakugo before he joined the lov and one day the reader goes home to find him drunk in her apartment waiting for her saying how much he missed her or whatever and it gets spicyyy

tyy ❤️❤️

TW...? Swearing, Sex (Oral, Unprotected), Alcohol Consumption.

He looks horrible.

His hair is rough and stained dark with dirt, clothes tattered, and you can see a bruise peeking out between the hole in his jeans.

"The fuck are you doing here?"

Your voice comes out shaky and uneven as you stand before him, practically looming over him as he sat on your couch.

Bakugo doesn't look at you, instead staring down at his hands, holding the bottle of vodka he'd almost completely emptied. "I... I-"

"You what?!" You harshly spit out, fists clenched by your side.

It takes everything in you to not start raining insults and curses down at him. You can only stare in utter disappointment at how he'd turned out.

All the opportunities he'd had at UA, all his accolades and dreams, gone down the drain once he'd left. And he had the guts to end up looking so desolate?!

It makes you mad how pitiful it all was. Bakugo, the Bakugo that you'd always admired and looked up to, ending up this way - dirty and drunk on your couch after running around with the LOV for 5 years.

"Look at you!" You yell out, snatching the bottle of alcohol from his hands and slamming it down on your coffee table. "You look disgusting! Look at your hair, your clothes - when was the last time you even showered? Are you homeless - you look-"

"This morning."

"What?" You pause your ranting, blinking down at him and still raging.

He sniffs, raising a hand to scratch at his chin. "The- I showered this morning.... I promise." His voice is hoarse, his words slightly drawn out.

You let out a sigh, crouching so you were at eye level with him. "What are you doing here, Bakugo?" You ask softly, lips stretched downwards in a frown.

"I- I just..." he begins, uncharacteristically stuttering and slurring as he speaks. "I didn't know where else to go."

You glance at the vodka on your table, then back at Bakugo. "You're not a drinker." You simply say before standing and making your way to the adjacent couch. "What are you doing here, Katsuki?"

He perks up, lazy eyes instantly locking on to your own. "I- I haven't been called that in so long."

You frown, arms crossed as you sat down. "You look like shit, you know that?"

"I kno-"

"You've been gone for 5 years." His expression falls again. "It's not even like you were failing at school- you weren't! You were actually a top student- you had everything lined up for you, Katsuki! Everything! And you left, and this is all you have to show?!"

"I'm sorry."

"You left us all, disappointed everyone; your parents, your teachers, your classmates, me! And you didn't care! You threw us all away without a thought- not one back then and not any in all the years you've been gone-"

"But I did think about you." He cuts you off quickly, sad eyes boring into your angry, teary ones. "Every day, YN. If nothing else, I thought about you...."

You pause, glaring at him as he kept speaking.

"Liar." You whisper.

"'m not... I promise." He replies.

It hurts even more knowing he thought about you and never bothered to come back.

"That's why I'm here," he continues, standing from the couch and shakily making his way to where you were sat. "I- I missed you, YN... I wanted to see you and-"

"And show me what you turned out to be?" You hiss at him. "Why would you come back to me like this?" You sharply stand, looking up at him with so much hurt and anger. "You're drunk, and you're so roughed up and- Katsuki, you're a mess."

"I know- I know." He swiftly grabs your hands, holding them together tightly in his own. "That's why I came to you. I need you to fix me."

"Fix you? Are you hearing yourself?"

"Please...I don't want this anymore. I- I'm tired, please. I'm just... I don't know what else to do, who else to go to, you're the only one I can think about." He speaks with more vigour than you'd seen all evening, his grip getting tighter as he leaned closer to you.

"I can't-" You begjn, trying to force the words out your tightening throat. "I can't help you, Katsuki." You force through, words loud and trying so hard not to let the tears fall. "You're too far gone. What am I to do with you?"

"Too far gone?!" The suddeness of his yell has you flinching away, which in turn makes him tighten his grip, holds you in place so you can't move too far away. "It's still me, you know? It's always still been me. I'm still here-"

"Doesn't that make it worse? That it's just you- and you're just a monster."

Your words cut deep, silence running in its wake for a few moments before he's leaning closer, so close you can see the lines of his lips, his pores, his eyes so clear.

"Do I look like a monster to you?" He asks softly.

"Yes."

No.

It's not true. He looks like 6 years ago, when you were both back in school, and he was the unfairly strong, brooding kid who sat right behind you in class. And knocked on your room door every night at 5 pm so you could study together. And who quite nearly beat you up every time you doubted yourself, felt like you didn't belong, who forced you to feel like you were in the right place.

He looks like a years ago, the same boy who'd have found you and beat the crap out of you if you ever defected, who you know would take you back in if you ever decided to come back.

"Please... you're the only person I want to help me," Katsuki whispers to you, so different from his old brazen self, and you don't know if it's the alcohol or the time that's made him so. "If not you... there's nowhere else I can go."

And you can't help but cry, tears streaming down your face as you pull your hand away and wrap your arm around his shoulder, your head on his chest, holding him and crying.

"Why did you leave me?" You sob softly into him, body relaxing into his hold as both his hands let go of yours to hold on to your hips, keeping your body pressed against his. "Why wasn't I enough to make you stay?"

He breathed out, arms wrapping tightly around your body. "You're enough to bring me back." He whispers into your hair, "You're enough to keep me going, to make me believe it doesn't have to end like this... you're enough- for me."

You sniff softly, and he leans raises a palm to your cheek, cradling your face softly. "I've missed you," he whispers, "So much... please believe me. I've missed you."

He begins pressing his lips to your hair, then he's on your forehead, both hands now on your cheeks. You're still sniffling when his lips come down to your nose, and you're still sniffling when he pulls away to stare at you.

It's a quick, intense look before he's crushing his lips against yours, his fingers digging into your cheekbones, his mouth hungry and desperate as he devours yours.

It's been years since he's kissed anyone... and never with such need. He holds your face close to his, like he's scared you'll disappear once he let's go, and he refuses to come up for air, refuses to let his lips leave yours for too long.

And you're not much better, your hands tightly fisted into his thick, ugly shirt, keeping him close to you. You've stopped sobbing, not like you could when he swallowed every sound so greedily.

You spend what feels like hours just kissing, like it's an art form, some sort of nourishment for you two.

But then he's pushing you towards the couch, and you're quick to start undoing the buttons of your shirt. You're still clothed when the back of your knees hit the couch, and Bakugo's impatience has his mouth coming down on your neck, his hands snatching at your shirt and ripping.

But you don't care enough to reprimand him, not when you're releasing soft moans and sighs as his hand engulfs your left breast, kneading and squeezing. His technique is crude, but his desperation turns you on.

He's messy and hungry as his hands touch you all over, your waist, your back, your ass after you both manage to get your bottoms off.

He hastily pulls his shirt over his head and throws it carelessly the moment you tug on it, and then his lips are around your nipples, sucking on them and twirling them around with his tongue.

"Katsuki..." You whisper into the air, back arching and fingers in his hair as he kisses down your sternum. "I've- I've missed you so much."

"Me too," he's standing up, and you're still lying on the couch, resting on the back as he pulls your knees up, "So much." You feel his breath against your clothed cunt, hot.

"Don't leave me again," You whisper, and he's slowly pulling your panties to the side.

"I won't," he tells you as his tongue slides along your folds.

He makes you cum once on his tongue, and then twice more; when he fucks you on your carpet, and then when you ride him on the couch.

He's not so sweet with it, his hands harsh on you and his lips desperately marking his presence unto your skin. But you love it that way, you love how you can feel him so deep, how his eyes watch every inch of you.

You love it when he cums and fills you, when he's moaning your name, every nickname he's ever called you in the past, telling you how much you consumed his mind.

There's no way he's leaving again, and there's no way you're letting him.

[smiggysmoggy02]

Alrighty folks! Get your forks ready cuz I was hard at work cooking

Just another reminder that this one’s spicyyy

🔞NSFW🔞

Mr. Ring-a-ding/Lux X Male reader

First time feelings, hot kissing and some grinding to start🤭

If y’all like this one I’ve got a part two for those who reallyyyy liked it

The booth in the old picture house was cold tonight. Quiet, tucked away behind moth-bitten curtains and the dull drone of dusty reels. Mr. Ring-a-Ding lounged as usual, one leg thrown over the other, hat tipped low. You were close — closer than most ever got to him — and yet tonight, something different shimmered between you like cigarette smoke.

You’d been chatting — half about nothing, half about the flickering black-and-white film he couldn’t stop mocking — when your hand accidentally brushed his. Not a big thing. Not really.

But he stopped.

And stared.

Brows up, eyes gleaming like theater lights.

“…That,” he drawled slowly, “made your heart jump.”

You blinked, unsure what he was getting at. “Yeah, I guess it did.”

A beat. Then a grin. “Why?”

You gave a soft laugh, trying to play it off. “It’s just—touch, y’know? People react.”

He leaned in then, just slightly. The glimmer of mischief shifted into something almost… inquisitive. His fingers reached for your wrist, deliberately now. He held it lightly, letting his thumb drag across your pulse point. Your breath caught.

His eyes narrowed — not cruel, not teasing. Just observant. “There it is again.”

“It’s nothing,” you tried, though your cheeks burned. “It’s just—sensitive.”

“Sensitive,” he repeated, tasting the word like a new flavor. “Humans get flustered over the oddest things.”

You didn’t answer, and that silence made his smile grow even more smug.

“Show me where else,” he said, like it was a joke. “Where else I can touch that makes your heart do that.”

You swallowed. He was still holding your wrist — warm even though the cold air around you, thumb now ghosting up your inner arm.

“I’m serious,” he murmured, voice gone velvet-soft. “This is all very… amusing.”

Amusing. Like it was an experiment. A joke. But there was something too focused in the way he was looking at you now — less like a prank and more like a puzzle he was slowly unraveling.

He leaned in, his nose nearly brushing yours. You had been subconsciously rubbing your neck a little as he looked at you.

“Is it the neck?” he asked playfully, letting his mouth hover just there. His breath was hot, and you shivered.

A pause.

“That’s a yes,” he chuckled, “judging by the way your thighs just tensed.”

His tongue flicked out, barely grazing your skin.

Your whole body jerked.

“Jesus—”

“Oh, that again,” he purred. “Another funny reaction.”

You were panting now, the space between you rapidly collapsing. And still, he didn’t stop. You didn’t seem to know why he was doing this — only that your responses fascinated him. Like pressing a piano key to see what sound came out.

“You’re flushed,” he whispered. “Why?”

“…Because,” you breathed, barely able to focus, “it feels good.”

His brow creased, genuinely perplexed.

“Good?” he echoed, like he didn’t quite know what to do with that. “It’s just touch.”

You reached up then, brushing his jaw — fingertips trailing up to his sharp cheekbone. He twitched, eyes fluttering closed for a fraction of a second. His lips parted, a quiet sound slipping out.

“See?” you said quietly. “You feel it too.”

Silence. The kind that prickled.

Then—

“…Oh.”

He laugh this time. That laugh that drove you crazy.

His eyes snapped open, pupils wide, glinting now with something hungry. He surged forward, lips catching yours, like in those romantic movies he watched, in a kiss that started clumsy — curious — but deepened fast, heated, wet, possessive.

Your back hit the velvet seats of the booth.

One hand grabbed your hip — firm, shaking a little now. The smug god mask was gone, replaced by something raw and overwhelming.

His hips pressed forward instinctively, grind aligning with yours in a slow, grinding drag that made you both gasp. He moaned against your lips, shameless, needy now. Something clicked — whatever idea he’d had of being above it all crumbled in an instant.

“This—this is ridiculous,” he panted, grinding again. “Why does this feel—ohhhh—”

You’d never heard him moan before but oh did It make you throb.

He kissed you again, sloppier this time. His hands were everywhere — decency long forgotten, fingers digging under your shirt, desperate for skin. It was frantic now, sloppy and breathless.

He broke away just enough to speak, voice hoarse:

“I didn’t know—this is—this is maddening—you’re maddening, Dollface—”

You grinned, dazed and swollen-lipped.

“Told you it feels good.”

He growled — actually growled — and dragged you onto his lap.

“Then let’s feel more.”

Hope you liked the tasting~

Part two will come just as soon as Ring/Lux does~💜

[bbymunsonx]

The Last Time (Ted’s Version)

Chapter Five

chapter warnings: language, little bit of violence (??)

word count: 1.6k

authors note: sorry this one is a little bit of a filler! but the next one is the gala and it’s gonna start to get a lil bit spicyyy

Keeley Jones: SOS 

Lacy Watson: I'm in my office right now

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Right after hitting send, Keeley burst through the door into my office with a concerned look on her face. It's been about three weeks since I started my job here and there's, undoubtedly, been a few hiccups. 

"What's wrong, Keels?" 

She turned her phone around to show me a picture that someone had taken of her and Ted, looking very comfortable together at her last photoshoot. Ted looked like he had been feeding her or something. My stomach was in knots.

"Some asshole took a picture of Ted and I together at my photoshoot the other day. He had stopped by to ask me some questions about Jamie and now," she motioned to her phone. "Now it looks like we're shagging or some shit."

"Hey, hey. Calm down. Let's go to Rebecca and see what she has to say. She knows everyone, she'll probably know someone who can take that down in a heartbeat." 

Keeley and I went marching right up to Rebecca's office and to our surprise, Ted was already sitting across from her.

"Hiya, Lace! Hiya, Keeley!" Ted immediately stood up to greet us. I have to admit, I feel like I've been a really bad friend to Ted recently. I've been distant, only because I can't have feelings for him. He's like twenty years older than me and he's kind of my boss, in a way. I've been leaving my flat before Ted in the morning and leaving the stadium after him at night. I do talk to him, but not like I did in the beginning. 

"Hi, Ted," I said, silently. Keeley cut to the chase and immediately showed Rebecca her phone. 

"Do you know anything about this?" Keeley questioned. After taking a look at the photos, Ted looked extremely confused.

Struggling to speak, Rebecca said, "Absolutely not. Who would do that?" 

"Dunno. But I heard 'The Sun' was going to publish it in two days. That can't happen. Do you understand how Jamie would react to that?" 

"I'll talk to the people at 'The Sun' straight away. I promise." Rebecca confirmed. 

"Thank you. See you later, Ted." Keeley waved before leaving. I gave her a second and started walking after her. 

"Wait a second, Lace," Ted called out after me, causing me to stop. 

"How've you been? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Ted continued. 

"Good. Yeah, I've been good. I'm sorry, I've just been so busy with everything." I felt a twinge in my chest and a little bit of guilt. 

"Oh no, don't be sorry. I'm just worried about ya, ya know?" Ted genuinely looked concerned. "Maybe we can grab some dinner tomorrow night? Even if we just get take out so you can still do your work? I miss spending time with ya."

"Yeah, Ted, that sounds like a plan." I shot Ted a smile before walking back into my office, while Ted walked out into the pitch.

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The following morning as I'm sitting in my office working on the team's socials, Ted yells at me from his desk in the next room over.

"Lacy Loo, I got some bad news."

"What? You're pregnant?" I shot right back without even looking up from my laptop. 

"Um, no. Wow you're getting good at that. Um, so for dinner tonight, we're gonna have a little guest with us."

I stopped typing and looked up slowly. "Who?"

"Trent Crimm." Ted said with no emotion in his voice. He seemed like he was nervous about how I was going to react. 

"From the Independent?" I said in a mocking tone. I do understand that most of the time, Trent is just trying to do his job, but sometimes he's just so hard on Ted. 

"Yeah, that's the one.  Ms. Welton said the Sun agreed to not run the photos of Keeley and I if I spend the day with Trent Crimm and let him write an article about me."

I visibly cringed. "That's awful."

"Yeah, well, all I can do is just give him my authentic self and whatever he decides to do with it is up to him." Ted seemed pretty optimistic about the entire situation. At least one of us is. 

After about an hour of computer work, I decided to go out on the pitch to see what the boys were up to. Ted, Beard and Nate were on the sidelines watching the boys train. Next to Ted was the one and only, Trent Crimm. 

"Trent Crimm, The Independent," he stuck his hand out for me to shake. I only shook his hand to be civil. 

"Hi, Trent. I'm Lacy Watson, public relations." 

"Are you going to be spending the day with us, Lacy?" Trent questioned. I looked behind Trent to see Ted and Beard shaking their heads rapidly. Obviously, they wanted to protect me from being written about, but I guess this is how I can make it up to Ted. 

"Of course. With being in PR, I gotta make sure our coach is on his best behavior." I said with a fake laugh. 

Our first trip was to a local elementary school. Ted, Roy, Trent and I had gone to the local school to talk about what's it's like working on a football team. Trent and I just sat and watched while Roy and Ted did most of the talking. It was so sweet to see how the kids all lit up while they were listening to Roy. 

Roy and Ted took the kids into the courtyard to do some football drills. I stood there on the sidelines and watched, while making small talk with Trent. 

Roy's niece, Phoebe, got a little too eager and kicked the ball way too hard, hitting Ted right in the nose. 

"Jesus Christ," I groaned while running over to him.

"Oops!" Phoebe said while smiling. 

"Good fucking job, Phoebe," Roy called out while giving his niece two thumbs up.

"Let's go get you cleaned up," I took Ted's arm and lead him into the school. I had to ask the teacher where the nearest bathroom was, to which she pointed us to the direction of the staff bathroom. 

Leading Ted into the bathroom, I told him to sit on the toilet seat while I got some toilet paper to clean up the blood.

"Ted! You can't lean back you have to tilt your head forward." I scolded. 

"Yes ma'am," Ted answered while leaning his head forward, still pinching his nose. 

"Here," I knelt down with rolled up pieces of toilet paper in my hand. I placed my hand over his ever so slightly so I can move it out of my way. I put the toilet paper into his nose to stop the bleeding. "Well, the good news is that it doesn't feel broken." I took out two pieces of Ibuprofen from my purse and a bottle of water. 

Ted took the medication from me and took it. "Thanks, Lace."

I nodded with my head down, still knelt down, looking up at him. I was in trouble. Deep trouble. Even with toilet paper shoved up his nose, he was still one of the prettiest people I've ever seen. 

"Alrighty, let's skedaddle, Tampon" I tapped on his knee before slowly rising and leading him out of the bathroom while giggling. I looked back at Ted to just see him looking down at his feet with a big smile on his face. 

***

"How do I look?" Ted asked me in his office a few hours later, all dressed up for dinner. 

"Like a hundred bucks," I smiled. 

"You mean a million?" Ted questioned. 

"No, I know what I said." I laughed while fixing my lip gloss. Trent, Ted and I were going to a local Indian restaurant where Trent can conduct a majority of the interview. 

When we entered the restaurant, Ted immediately recognized the man that greeted us at the door. "As I live and breathe, Ollie!"

Ollie was our taxi driver when we first arrived to London, and this was his families restaurant. 

"Coach Lasso and Ms. Lacy! How are you guys?" He immediately ran up to Ted and I giving us both a hug, Trent was taking obvious mental notes. 

"Good! Good to see you man." Ted answered. Ollie ushered us to our seats and asked what we wanted to eat. Ted ordered the spiciest meal on the menu. 

"I'm so sorry, Ollie, I bet it's delicious, but I'm just gonna get butter chicken." I said. Ted laughed. 

"So much for adventure," Ted looked over at me. 

"I know my stomach and I'm not gonna mess around with her," I responded. To which Ted just nodded. 

Throughout the entirety of the dinner, I didn't speak that much. I just let Trent Crimm ask what he needed to ask. Originally, I was nervous about what Ted was going to say, but it turns out he was just fine on his own. Charming bastard. 

With dinner coming to a close, we all went our separate ways. Ted went home, claiming that he was already regretting the spicy food, and Trent went home to write his article. 

"Hey, Trent!" I called to him, jogging to catch up to him. 

"Miss me already?" Trent joked. 

"Please. Please be nice to him. He's been nothing but nice to you all day. Don't butcher him." I pleaded with Trent. After it all came out, I realized I probably shouldn't have said it, but I just had to. 

"Goodnight, Ms. Watson." Trent nodded and went on his way. I huffed and sat down on the bench outside of the restaurant, contemplating my life. 

***

Waking up the next morning, the first thing I did was check my phone. Higgins had sent me a rough copy of the article that Trent Crimm had written about our day yesterday. 

It was the nicest thing that I've ever seen written about Ted.

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[lilacmingi]

POOL HALL

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Word count: 2,600

Pairing: Changbin x fem reader

Note: I started writing this when the Racha Log came out because holy moly Changbin 🫠 I just recently started working on it again and was finally able to finish it! This one has a spicyyy makeout sesh so enjoy!

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You sat in the billiard room watching Changbin play pool with Minho and Felix. He was looking exceptionally handsome that day, sporting his natural curls, a pair of black glasses, a black t-shirt, and sweats. It was such a simple look yet it was driving you crazy.

The three were doing a practice round of pool and you couldn't take your eyes off Changbin.

He leaned over the table and prepared for his turn, rearing his arm back, his bicep flexing as he did so, the sight almost making your mouth water. The way that black t-shirt hugged his chest and arms was divine.

How did you get so lucky to be with someone as beautiful as him?

"Y/n?" Felix's voice pulled you from your daze.

"Yes?"

"Are you sure you don't want to play?"

"Maybe next round. I'm just observing right now."

"Alright."

It's true, you were observing. You had never really learned to play pool, so you were going to watch the three play a round and then maybe you'd join in. Though, you haven't learned much so far since all you've done is stare at Changbin—and how could you not?

"Ohh Lino come on!" Your boyfriend cheered after Minho had successfully landed one of the spheres into one of six netted pockets on the pool table.

Felix stepped up and took his turn, almost knocking one of the balls into a corner hole, but missing it by a few inches.

Changbin prepared for his turn, positioning the cue stick behind his back in an attempt to be cool and impress you, hitting the white ball along the edge of the table, barely bumping one of the solid-colored balls. His failure made both Minho and Felix chuckle. Changbin's ears were tinted pink as he suppressed a sheepish smile and allowed Felix to take his turn.

In the end, Changbin and Minho pulled out a win despite Felix being the one with the most knowledge on the game of pool. The two were giggling like crazy, dancing around the table to briefly celebrate their victory.

"I want someone on my team this time." Felix stated.

"I'll be on a team with you." Minho volunteered.

"Are you going to join us this round, Y/n?" Changbin asked you, lightly hitting the handle of his cue stick against the carpet as he spoke.

"Sure." You stood up and grabbed a billiard cue of your own.

"You can be on my team." Your boyfriend flashed you the cutest grin before handing you the small cube of blue chalk to put on the end of your cue.

"Oh, this'll be fun." Minho giggled.

"Should we get some drinks before we start the next round?" Felix suggested. "I'm a little thirsty."

"That's a good idea. What does everyone want?" Minho asked.

"Just water." Felix responded.

"Iced tea for me." Changbin piped up.

"Me too." You added.

"Alright. Felix will you come with me?"

"Sure." The blonde laid down his cue and left the room with Minho to get refreshments for everyone.

"I hope I don't make us lose." You voiced with a light chuckle.

"You won't. If I can get the hang of pool by playing one round, you can too." He encouraged. "Here. Let me show you the basics while they're getting drinks."

Changbin moved to stand behind you, taking hold of your billiard cue while guiding you to stand against the pool table.

His body leaned over yours, his muscular arms stretched along your own to help you hold the cue stick, firm chest pressing against your back the entire time. Your eyelids fluttered at the feeling, trying your best to pull your focus back to where it needed to be.

Changbin's hands rested on top of yours, guiding you on how to hold the cue when it was your turn.

"Make sure you aim. You can even move the cue back and forth to gain a little momentum before you actually hit the ball. Do you see what I mean?" His voice sounded deeper than usual and the way his breath fanned against the shell of your ear made you suppress a shiver.

"Mhm." You hummed, afraid to speak as you might not have been able to form a coherent sentence.

"Now, you don't want to sink the 8 ball until the end. You lose if you accidentally knock it into a hole before the end of the game."

You nodded.

"Why don't you practice aiming the cue?"

Changbin's hands moved away from yours only to relocate to your waist, his thumb rubbing gentle circles along your hip. A quiet sigh unintentionally left your lips and you hoped he didn't hear it as you mimicked the action of hitting a ball across the pool table, trying to get a feel for the movement.

"Good job."

About that time, Felix and Minho returned to the room with drinks in hand. Changbin was quick to stand up, his hands dropping from your waist.

"We weren't interrupting anything, were we?" The ever observant Minho questioned with a teasing smirk.

"No." You denied with warm cheeks as you stood upright. "He was just teaching me the basics."

Felix stifled a laugh and handed you and your red-eared boyfriend your iced teas. You took a sip of the refreshing beverage and set it aside on a small table, preparing for the round to begin.

Minho went first, breaking the cluster of spheres that were previously formed in a neat triangle, sending them flying to different areas of the pool table, kicking off the round and simultaneously deciding which patterns were assigned to each team. You and Changbin were solids, Minho and Felix were stripes.

"Y/n, you wanna go next?" Changbin asked.

"Sure."

You decided which approach you would take and made your way over to the opposite side of the table, leaning across it to aim the cue that was held securely in your hands. The end was pointed directly at the center of the white ball and from where you were positioned, if you hit it just right, you could launch three balls across the table, giving you a higher chance of landing one of the solid ones in a hole.

Letting out a breath, you hit the cue ball causing it to knock against some others and send them rolling across the tabletop. All three men in the room were oohing over the power behind your shot. Luck was on your side as one of the solid-colored pool balls dropped into one of the nets at the corner of the table.

Changbin's excited giggles filled the room as he applauded you.

"That's my girl!"

His words made your heart flutter and fueled your confidence. A proud and perhaps slightly haughty smirk painted your features.

"Don't get cocky now, Y/n. The game just started." Felix reminded you with a grin.

"You get to go again since you sank a ball." Changbin informed you.

"Ah. Alright." You made your way around to where the white cue ball had stopped and took a moment to aim before hitting it.

Unfortunately, you didn't sink any of the spheres and your turn came to an end. Felix then approached the table, his watchful gaze scanning the balls scattered about the woolen tabletop. The Aussie seemed to have made up his mind on which ball would be his target and leaned forward to make his move.

One thing you were quick to learn was that Felix was the best at playing pool out of your small group of four. He had more knowledge and experience with the game, so he and Minho were at an advantage.

Felix hit the cue ball towards one of the striped ones and it went rolling to the nearest edge of the table, bouncing off the raised border and knocking one striped ball into a hole. He almost sunk two, but the second sphere was just a few centimeters shy from its intended destination.

The game went on for the next few minutes with no hiccups, except Minho accidentally knocking the cue ball into a hole, which you learned was a "free ball" and that meant you could place it wherever you wanted on the table since you were the player next in line for your turn.

Presently, there were four balls that remained on the table: the white cue ball, the 8 ball, one solid, and one stripe.

"I think we're gonna lose." You muttered to Changbin while taking a moment to have a sip of your tea, winded from rounding the table so many times when it was your turn to play.

"I wouldn't be thinking that way just yet. I know it looks bad, but if we could sink our last solid, the odds could be in our favor."

"We could try to sink the 8 ball after that." You summed up.

Changbin nodded.

"Alright, you two. Enough scheming." Minho ordered. "It's your turn, Bin."

Changbin let out a sigh and shook his shoulders to loosen his muscles before stepping up to take his turn. Your eyes were glued to his massive biceps as he reared back the pool cue stick, knocking the white ball towards the final solid-colored ball on the table. With bated breath, you watched the sphere roll across the table and hit the remaining ball, time seemed to go in slow motion as Changbin successfully sank it.

"Yes!" You cheered.

Felix and Minho audibly sighed, knowing that meant he could attempt to sink the 8 ball and end the game, thus resulting in them losing.

"You got this, Bin." You encouraged as he eyed the black sphere sitting idly on the surface.

He leveled himself with the pool table, positioning his cue stick with the utmost care.

"I'm going to try and sink it in the corner." He declared before taking his shot.

You watched as the 8 ball rolled across the table towards the corner. At first, you thought he would make it but as the ball approached it's intended pocket, you could see it was slightly off. It hit the edge of the table and bounced away, missing its hole. Changbin groaned and stood up, letting Minho step up to take his turn. He sank his final striped ball with ease, your heart dropping with the sphere. Like Changbin, he also came close to getting the 8 ball into the pocket, missing it by just a couple inches. This went back and forth for the next few minutes, each one of you failing to sink the 8 ball. You thought the game would never end until Felix took the shot and made it, successfully ending the game and scoring a victory for Minho and himself.

"Man." You sighed out in defeat.

"We almost had it, baby." Changbin gave you a supportive pat on the back.

"Good game." You commended the two.

"You weren't bad yourself. I was impressed, especially since this was your first time playing pool." Felix said to you.

"You guys up for food?" Minho glanced around the group as he waited for an answer.

"Me and Y/n are gonna stay a little longer." Changbin spoke up.

"Alright. You want us to wait on you? We can go to the arcade room downstairs and kill some time."

"Sure. We won't be long." Changbin assured them with a single nod. "We're just gonna practice a little."

"Cool. We'll be in the game room when you're ready." Minho said, turning to leave.

As soon as the door closed behind the two Changbin's arm hooked around your waist and pulled you to him, that signature smirk of his plastered on his plush and pouty lips. Your heart leapt with excitement at his action, warmth blossoming across your cheeks and in the pit of your stomach.

"I thought we were practicing." You said, placing your cue stick on the pool table.

"I just said that to buy us some time."

"Well, now that they're gone I can finally tell you how sexy you look today." You confessed.

"I though I saw you ogling at me." He grinned haughtily. "Couldn't keep your eyes off me, could you?"

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and shook your head coyly, a rush of heat touching your cheeks.

"I couldn't keep my eyes off you either." He spoke in a breathy voice that had your legs feeling like jelly, his hands creeping lower towards your lower backside. "Every time you leaned over I couldn't help but stare."

The heat in your cheeks now felt like a burning blaze, his brazen comment setting your entire face ablaze.

Changbin brought one of his hands up to rest under your chin, gently guiding you to his lips in a much anticipated kiss. Your eyelids slid closed upon contact and you began to reciprocate his actions, letting out an involuntary sigh of bliss. His plush lips dragged against yours in a desperate manner letting you know he had been holding back.

Your thoughts were confirmed not a moment later as Changbin voiced his feelings.

"Couldn't wait to get you alone." He all but sighed into your mouth. "Just needed to hold you and kiss you like this."

A sigh of his name slipped out of your slightly parted lips.

He backed you up against the pool table, the feeling of the hard sides hitting your lower back not fully registering in your mind, as you were far too engrossed in the moment with Changbin to notice much of anything. Your fingers tangled in his fluffy locks, carding your digits through it while grabbing handfuls every so often, eliciting low groans from Changbin that vibrated against your lips and made butterflies erupt in your stomach. His hands, which had been caressing your sides were now roaming everywhere, cupping the nape of your neck to pull you closer, squeezing your hips, and now they were resting on your back while his strong arms had you locked against him in a firm embrace. He was holding you so tightly that you could feel his chest pressing up against you.

His hands hooked under your legs, lifting you up onto the pool table with ease. Your thighs locked around his waist right away, keeping him as close as possible, your fingers curling around the black fabric of his shirt.

Changbin tilted his head to the side to further slot your mouths together, the feeling making your eyelids flutter. You brought both of your hands to cradle his soft cheeks and encased his full bottom lip between your own a few times, drawing out sighs from him that had a rush of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

As much as you didn't want the moment to end, you had people waiting on you and you most certainly didn't want them to walk in on the both of you.

Changbin frowned when you parted ways.

"We'd better get going before Felix and Minho get suspicious." You murmured dazedly, your mind still clouded from the kiss.

"They know what we're up to, I'm sure."

"Still. We should go." You told him, your thumb gently dragging along his swollen lips that appeared even puffier (and more tempting) due to the heated make out session.

You had to fight off the urge to lean in and kiss him again.

"Fine." He relented with a pout. "We can pick up where we left off once we're back home, right?" There was an eager and hopeful gleam in his eye as he asked.

"Absolutely."

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[yummyburger101]

HAAAIIIII

who is/are your comfort character(s)? which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? can you drive? the last adventure you’ve been on? what’s your timezone? what’s your take on spicy foods? you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

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MEOWWWWW HI CHEWTOY FRIEND

i dont have any im obsessed w rn but ive noticed i keep thinkin abt nubbins... disgusting weirdo man. i shld rewatch tcm

HOT COFFEE <33 ill enjoy iced coffee yes especially the kinds that are basically fancy milkshakes but in my heart im a hot coffee man

i cannot drive yet im very scared to start learning but i would rather not be the guy who needs rides everywhere forever

dear friend took me on a spontaneous thrift store trip the other day to find blank shirts for a project ... i may go back today as im being haunted by a different shirt i left behind everyone wish me luck that no one else took it yet

central daylight time ^w^ its 11 am for me rn

i love spicyyy however i must be cautious cuz it gives me crazy heartburn and when its really hot it gets kinda overwhelming.. neither of which are dealbreakers i just have to be locked in

ANY OF MY MUTUALS SHITTY PARENTS. ILL MAKE SURE IT HURTS.

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People I'd like to know better

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Last book: i've been reading the jedi apprentice series, cuz i bought 2 of the books (i refuse to read more lmao), i just wanted to see what the hype was with these books

Last movie: Abigél, it is a very good hungarian movie

Last show: supernatural! I got to season 9 but it was so long ago that I just started back at square one. I am at season 3 as of now >:]

Sweet/savoury/spicy: spicyyy

Relationship status: just asexually rocking everyday

Last thing I looked up: trying to ease my paranoia by assuring myself that i won't get cancer by having my nails done in a uv lamp every month or so ;-;

Current obsession: mainly star wars, Qui-Gon and his disaster family and friends, but rn i am deep in phychology/true crime/radiation incidents for some reason, but this is like a few day long hyperfixation

Looking foward to: actually resting a bit and having time to study anatomy and improve my art :]

No-pressure tags: @maya-the-surreal-soldier , @whitejays-galaxy

(I don't know many people here yet T^T)

[jakekiszkasmommy]

Bullseye Part 3🥃

Warnings: Slow burn, spicyyy, 18+, a little bondage, alcohol and drug use, taking pornographic photos and videos, ALLLLLLLL the smut, everything, absolutely filthy. MINORS IF YOU ARE HERE I SWEAR TO GO I WILL TELL YOUR MOM ON YOU!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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You stare up at him as he works his hands up and down your body. Making you unravel before anything has started. "We need a system in place so I know what you are and aren't comfortable with," he says, laying his chin on your stomach. "Green is all clear, yellow is slow down, red is an immediate stop. Do you understand?" You nod. "No. Words. Use them."

"Yes, I understand, Daniel." You say impatiently huffing out of your nose.

He stands up and smacks a hand down on your exposed midriff, eliciting a gasp from you. "Enough with the attitude. You'll get what you want. But from now on, you listen to me and give me what I want. If it's too much, resort to your colors."

He folds his arms and looks down his nose at you, "I like to play. A lot. What are hard limits for you?"

"None." You prop yourself up on your elbows to see him unbuckling his jeans with one hand.

"Everything is on the table? Are you familiar with bondage?"

"I know it may seem like a shock to you, Daniel but yes. And yes EVERYTHING is on the table."

Just as he pulls his belt out of the loops, he doubles it over and snaps it loudly. "Color?"

You hesitate, sensing a shift in his demeanor. "G-green."

His hands are immediately all over your body again. His lips trailing behind, leaving hot wet kisses all over your stomach. He unbuttons your jeans and your raise your hips to help him slide them off, but he leaves your black lace panties on. Thank god I wore cute underwear.

"You are magnificent. I didn't know you had all of these beautiful tattoos. I've only seen the ones on your arms." Your legs were littered with black and gray patchwork tattoos. You had just started working on covering the top half of your body. The ones on your legs were intricate. Some were even old stick and pokes. Vines twisting in between a few of them, sometimes stars, even a smiley face. Vines trail up and over your hips, accentuating your curves.

You scoot further up the bed until your head is resting amongst the mound of pillows, swatting a few of them out of your way.

"Hands." He demands.

You hold out your hands to him and he cinches the belt around your wrists. Bringing them up to the industrial headboard, he ties the remaining belt to it. Effectively pinning your arms above your head. You look up to your wrists and give them an experimental tug, no budge. Looking back down to him, you see he already has a wicked grin on his face.

His jeans are unbuttoned and starting to slide down his hips. His underwear peaking out the top. With one hand, he reaches behind him to grab the collar of his shirt and yank it over his head. He tosses the shirt somewhere into the darkness of the rest of the room. The only light coming from the hall, illuminating his broad, muscular figure.

He crawls up the bed. Planting slow kisses up your legs along the way and massaging his big calloused hands into the flesh of your thighs. The alcohol is starting to wear off and you felt anxious being this exposed again. He senses it and almost reads your mind. He climbs off the bed and kicks off his pants the rest of the way.

"Do you want to smoke?" He asks. Reaching over and fishing a joint and lighter out of his nightstand.

"Yes. God please." You exhale a breath you didnt know you were holding. He chuckles and climbs back over you, holding the joint out for you to take between your lips and lighting the end as you start to take a drag.

"Hold it." He states as he takes a slow drag and then blows the smoke up towards the ceiling. Your lungs are screaming as you fight to hold the smoke in. Just as you are about to be a sputtering mess, his lips find yours and you exhale into him. He holds it for a moment before tilting his head back up again and letting the smoke roll past his lips. He holds the joint out to you again and you repeat your actions until it's finished.

Sufficiently high, you look up to him with glazed eyes and pouty lips. He fishes his phone off the night stand and snaps a picture of you. "God look at you. Absolutley melting for me."

He snakes his way down your body until his stomach is between your legs. He pushes the hem of your black crop top over your breasts. Your nipples becoming more perky as they, and the metal piercings, are exposed to the cool air of the room. "God I always thought I noticed those piercings." He says, cupping your breasts in his hands. "And the way this sternum piece flows.." he trails off.

Your back arches slightly when he places a kiss in the center of your chest. He works his way to your right nipple, taking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it. His right hand pinching your left nipple and it's respective piercing, rolling it and eliciting a loud moan from you. He switches and bites your left nipple. More moans slipping past your lips while he soothes it with his tongue.

While his hands find purchase on your breasts, still playing. His mouth travels down, following the curves of your tattoo under each breast.

By this point you are a panting mess. Pulling at the bindings at your wrists, trying to touch him. The weed taking over and making you feel everything x100. "Daniel, please." He crawls back up your body, and kicks off his underwear before straddling your waist. His hard cock resting on your stomach. You look down to see his girth.

He snakes his hand up your chest and wraps it around your throat. God this is where his hands belong. "You know what to address me as."

You look up at him through heavy lashes. The weed still making you look like a pouting mess, your hair now starting to frizz and sweat starting to form on your forehead. You take a chance, hoping you guessed correctly. "Sorry, sir."

He reaches for his phone again and takes a picture, his hand still around your neck. He quickly grabs your chin and slowly pushes his thumb past your lips. A low moan coming from his chest as his cock twitches. He takes another picture. His hand moves to fist in your hair. He inches up your body and his cock is almost to your lips. You lay your tongue out flat and look up at him, already knowing what he wants. "Color?" He asks shaking his phone at you. Asking if he can continue.

"Green, sir." Instead of snapping a picture he props his phone off to the side, hitting record. He nods his head in the direction of his phone and looks to you quizzically. "Green." You repeat.

He slowly starts to slide into your mouth. Seeing how much of him you could take. Your mascara starts to run down your cheeks as he hits the back of your throat. Through tear soaked lashes, you give him your best doe eyes, relax your throat as he starts fucking you. After a few rough seconds he pulls out of your mouth.

"Oh look at that. I guess you running your mouth all the time pays off because you feel divine." Letting go of your hair he slides back down your body, taking your underwear with him. Your tattoos continue inward, meeting just above your core. You truly had tattoos everywhere. An animalistic groan leaves his chest as his eyes rake over you.

"God, you've been covering all of this up. They should put you in museums. Posing all pretty." His fingers lightly moving along the linework that ends just above your aching clit. "Does she sound as pretty as she looks? I want to hear more of you" He asks as he suddenly thumbs over your bundle. A moan slips past your lips. Your back arching off the bed, but your hands keeping you in place.

He does it again. And again. Moving his thumb quickly over your clit. Making you louder and louder. Your orgasm teetering on the edge.

"Please. Please, sir. Can I cum? Please." You beg, writhing below him.

"Mmm, my good girl knows how to ask. And she sounds so needy when she begs." He hums, weighing his options. "I want you to count to ten. And then you can cum."

He slowly moves his hand away from your sensitive clit and you groan at the loss of touch. Just then you feel his fingers circling your entrance. Slowly inching one into you, and then adding another. The stretch feels phenomenal as he starts moving them in and out. "Count."

"One! Two-" you start. Screwing your eyes shut as you clench around his fingers already.

He stops the movement of his hand. "Slower," he says as he bites the flesh of your upper thigh. A squeal coming out of you as you move the sensitive skin away from his teeth.

His fingers start pumping in and out of you again at a slow pace. You moan loudly as his palm rubs your clit again, "One..two..three.." you start shaking your head, unsure that you can hold it any longer.

............

Part 4

[apricottheapricat]

Nine people I want to get to know better

Thanks @superkometa for the tag!

Last song(s): Hartebeest by Yaelokre

Favourite colour: My government mandated one is Green

Currently watching: MyPride again for like the fourth time. What if realistic lion pride but with cool lore and then lesbians happened. Aka what if warrior cats was good (and also animated).

Last movie: the Minecraft movie (it wasnt that bad ok)

Currently reading: Watership Down if you count having started it like a year ago as 'currently'.

Sweet, spicy, or savoury: SPICYYY but im really picky with food so-

Relationship: Ew (single)

Current obsession: Rainworld for the past 2 years and Minecraft for the past over a decade.

Last googled: Lioden (lion web game)

Currently working on: Panhellenics (Greek Final Exams)

Tagging: @skyakakreblogs (<- i already know u but ion think anyones tagged u yet :>) @azure-horizons @its-the-sa ok thats everyone I dont even know 9 people on here that arent my friends outside of tumblr too

[mad-hunts]

AHH, good morning, you all!! and happy monday :D i hope you all are having a wonderful day so far,, for our newest barton-related tidbit on here, i'd just like to say that the day where i'm able to get a dynamic like this is the day i will officially die. because like whether it's romantic or platonic... it doesn't matter to me, as this is some GOOD angst right here 😭 stephen adly guirgis was really cooking with the last days of judas iscariot, ISTG —

i also like the 'walk the moon' song called iscariot for barton as well BC the concept of barton having a brother-like figure that he would sacrifice himself for at first buttt then him changing his mind up on them despite wanting to remain loyal to him, due to something like greed or power overtaking him with a background of jealously, perhaps BC jealously is such a spicyyy motivator behind betrayal for a character to have albeit a super tragic and also sometimes maddening one... so in other words; if you're looking for your muse to have a slow-burn brotherly / familial relationship that starts with mutual almost religious-like devotion (and by that, i mean barton is devoted to them like a follower would be to their god), but ends with barton betraying them, though there still seems to be some feelings of fondness for them in regards to him and the other muse is so devastated by this that they can't even be mad at him for it BC they think he must've been tricked or something to do it... complete with the 'i love you?' or, alternatively, a romance like this??

then HMU because i promise you i'm totally up for it

[chaospixels]

People you'd like to get to know better

Thank you for the tag @rebelangelsims <3333

last song: got me started - troye sivan

favourite color: red

currently watching: what we do in the shadows & fiona and cake

last movie: howls moving castle

currently reading: cod smut on a03 lmfao

Sweet/spicy/savoury: spicyyy

last thing I googled: why are specgru & kortac beefing

current obsession: call of duty mw2

tagging: @neondrops @tau1tvec @servospawn @treason-and-plot @ba3sim @dmcapoppin @shitsims @saoriplease @hurricanesims

[mechanics-of-life]

Started to lose track lol. Dates probably inaccurate.

Completed: 1-3, 5-9, 11

In-progress: 4, 10, 12

1/200 - Wheel of Time: A Memory of Light (Series #14/14) - Jan 3, finished (nice)

2/200 - Shades of Magic: A Gathering of Shadows (Series #2/3) - Jan 4, finished (cliffhangerrr)

3/200 - Chapterhouse Dune (Dune #6/6) Mar1, finished (lowkey anticlimactic)

4/200 - A Conjuring of Light (Shades of Magic #3/3) Started Mar1, 1/2 done

5/200 - Wicked Villians: Desperate Measures (Series #1/?) - ebook - Jan 13, finished (spicyyy)

6/200 - Cormoran Strike: The Running Grave (Series #7/??) - ebook on libby - Feb 16, finished (took only 7 books for the characters to admit their feelings.....)

7/200 - The Dark Tower: Song of Susannah (Series #6/7) - ebook - Jan 18, finished

8/200 - The Aurora Cycle: Aurora's End (Series #3/3) - reread - Jan 20, finished

9/200 - The Dark Tower (book 7 of 7 in the series) - Feb 3, finished (wow. that ending)

10/200 - Barrow of Winter - Started Feb6, 1/2 done

11/200 - The Wind Through the Keyhole (The Dark Tower: #4.5 of 7) - Feb8, done

12/200 - The Obsidian Chamber (Pendergast #16/?) - Mar 1 - started, 1/2 done, idk why I forgot to add it to the beginning of the list

13/200 - Blood Meridian - I'll try to get past the first few pages this time lol

14/200 - System Collapse (Murderbot Diaries #7) - idk why I keep dropping this. I was eagerly awaiting this one

15/200 - Murtagh (Inheritance Cycle #5) - again, anticipating the release and haven't gotten to it, idk

Ran out of tags for the first time ever lol

[mercihutch]

people i’d like to get to know better

thanks for the tag @bbrooklynbabe <3

last song: too close by sir chloe

last book: currently reading the perks of being a wallflower!! a fave

last movie: jennifer's body i think?!?!?

last tv show: just got started on skins :3

sweet/spicy/savory: SPICYYY

last thing googled: red velvet cookie recipe

current obsessions: ordem paranormal and flowers. been really obsessed with flowers lately

looking forward to: christmas, getting my ordem paranormal comic book, enigma of fear comes out on the 28th, and christmas again!!

tagging: @nirvana-coded @futturmanspookie @aspenfutturman @obenkriegerss

people i’d like to get to know better

thanks for the tag @atelierlili 🫶🏼🫶🏼

last song: i fell in love with princess peach - hot mulligan

last book: normal people by sally rooney (it’s been a minute since i’ve had time/motivation to read)

last movie: harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban

last tv show: maid

sweet/spicy/savory: at the moment, sweet

relationship status: happily with my boyfriend for 6.5 years and hoping for a status upgrade sometime soon

last thing googled: election results hahaha i’m not stressed at all

current obsessions: everlark (always), conch piercings, fantasy football, the dip (band)

looking forward to: this election being over so my anxiety can hopefully return to a normal level

tagging: @mage-chocolate @bbrooklynbabe @liberalk1tsch or anyone who wants to join!