#its christmas and im looking at bulge

[gifti3]

i cant believe i forgot about you, im so sick

[taintedcigs]

⋅ ˚ ₊ ‧ ୨ ୧ ‧ ₊ ˚ ⋅ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃.

summary: in which you show your best friend the new christmas lingerie you bought for a guy, and he finally snaps and shows you how much better he is for you. (wc:2.8k+)

warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up irl), possessive!eddie, slight breeding kink, degrading, praises, kinda dom!eddie, but v soft dom/sub tones, kind of a daddy kink (its used like 2 times i can never properly do daddy kinks im stupid) no use of ‘y/n’, nicknames!

pairing: best friend!eddie munson x bratty!fem!reader

authors note: so i was just looking for christmas lingeries, and saw those bow ones that wrap around your body. and i was listening to sabrina carpenter's fruitcake ep and this was made oops. not proof-read ignore any mistakes pls or ill bite u. [EDIT: sorry for posting this a million times tumblr won't co-operate w me so i got rid of the dividers. i hope it works or im gonna bang my head against the wall.]

“Do you think Chris will like it?” You hummed, admiring yourself against the mirror, moving around with a giggle as anticipation pooled in Eddie’s tummy, his breath getting more ragged, and pants getting tighter around his relentless bulge. 

Speechless. 

Eddie stood speechless, gaze darkening the more he admired you, he didn’t even know which part of you he wanted to take a mental image of. 

It was like you stepped from his filthiest fantasies, giggling up at him with that alluring smirk on your face. God, you had to know what you were doing to him. 

The red bowknot wrapped around you perfectly, cradling your curves, tantalizing him further and further. You were his precious Christmas gift, just waiting to be unwrapped by him, and him only. 

Not that stupid jock who probably couldn’t even make you cum no matter how hard he tried. 

No, you needed him, you needed Eddie to unwrap you, and show you how to properly be punished for even suggesting if this was good enough for you to surprise your boy toy with. 

“N-no!” He spat quickly, getting up from the comfortable way he was sprawled on your bed.

Your head cocked to face him. “W-what? Do you not like it?” You jutted out your bottom lip, and he so badly wanted to bite those plushy lips, shut you up, and show you who fucking owned you. 

You had been teasing him non-stop lately, and this had been your last resort, you knew Eddie always fell for your jealous antics, but this had been too much, you knew this would finally push him off the edge, finally handle you the way you wanted to be handled, rough and possessive. 

Neither of you were good at communicating your feelings, but this, this is what you were good at. And you had been wanting Eddie ever since the two of you became best friends. 

There was something unspoken there, a line the two of you always wanted to cross, always handsy with each other, always too close, but never stepping over that boundary. And you were growing tired of it, the nights you spent with your fingertips circling over your clit, imagining his calloused hands, mewling for him. 

And the nights, the mornings, the showers he spent, abusing his hardened cock with the images of you sprawled out for him, begging to fuck him had been torturous enough.

He deserved this, he deserved you.  

This was it, and Eddie was willing to fuck over the friendship once and for all. To finally make you his. 

“N-no, I like- love it.” He stammered, taking a step closer to you, “but there’s no fuckin’ way he gets you like this.” 

You wanted to smirk, the excitement you felt in your tummy was unexplainable, heat pooling with a need for him as you wanted nothing more than to have him push you against the sturdy beige wall of your room, exploring you, marking you as his. 

“That inexperienced asshole, doesn’t deserve you,” he spat, pushing his body closer to yours, merely inches away from you, and you nodded dumbly at his words. 

“You need someone who can take better care of you, princess. That can handle you like you deserve to be handled, don’t you think?” He coos, hand dipping to the lacey bow that adorned your curves, everywhere he touches feels hot, so hot that you almost whine, just at the sensation of his rough hands. 

“Do you think he knows you better than me, angel?” He tsks mockingly and you’re quick to shake your head. 

“That’s what I thought too, baby…” He hums, running his fingertips over the soft fabric that barely covers your slit, “Do you think he can handle a brat like you? D’you think he can actually put you in your place like I would?”

His fingers now dance over the wrapped bow, teasingly, wanting nothing more than to unwrap it and see you fully, naked, and begging for him. 

Your thighs rubbed together with need, “Honey,” he hummed dangerously close to your ear, breath fanning against your cheeks, and you melted into him, “if I unwrap you, am I going to find you soaking for me?” He pressed open-mouthed kisses down the shell of your ear, tongue striping a lick down to your throat. 

The anticipation is killing you and you want to answer him, but his slight touches on your body are making it impossible, he’s fucking perfect, and could probably make you cum undone with just his words. 

You whimper slightly, glossy bottom lips still jutting at him and he tsks, “Nuh-uh… baby, I thought I told you not to be a brat.”

“Use your words, sweets.”

“Yes,” You breathed, barely, eyes opening wide to see the way his amber gaze darkened. 

“Yes, what?” He taunted, grip on your body getting tighter. 

“Y-yes, sir,” you gulped, gauging Eddie’s reaction obediently. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he smirks under his greedy moan, quick to let his hands roam around everywhere, fingertips slipping underneath the fragile fabric barely covering your slit, he groans when he realizes just how wet you are. 

“Is that all for me, baby?” He hums into your mouth, swirling your slickness inside of your clit, grinning while having no mercy on your lips, all biting and nibbling. 

You’re quick to nod, breathless when he’s basically everywhere, and it isn’t long before he frustratingly unties the stupid bow getting in the way of him and you. 

With a growl he almost rips it apart, tossing it aside, and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. 

“F-fuck, princess, you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he moans needily, eyes taking in the sight of you, naked, pooling for him. Perfect tits, waiting to be sucked by him, bare ass waiting to be marked up by him, crimson red handprints would look perfect on it, he decides. 

He presses his plushy lips onto yours, desperate and sucking on your tongue, while his finger slides inside of your tight cunt, other grabbing onto your breasts, and you can do nothing more than mewl for him. 

Then his finger retracts from your sloppy walls, you whine at the loss and he’s quick to shove his fingers down your throat, you happily accept it, sucking greedily on his fingers, tasting yourself on his fingers, it’s all so filthy and you throb more and more for him. 

His darkened amber gaze is on you, almost groaning at the way you suck on his fingers, wishing he could fuck your greedy throat with his aching cock. But not now, because fuck, he needs to be inside of you. 

With a growl he wastes no time picking you up, tossing you against the bed with a soft plop, and you giggle when he settles beneath your thighs, enjoying how rough and attentive he is.

His grabby hands are everywhere, hips rolling into you, but he’s far too clothed, yet you can still feel his bulge pressing against your thigh, making your sloppy cunt clench around nothing. You’re desperate, and he feels big, so big that your mouth waters at the thought of him not fitting into your mouth, his cock stretching you out, fully.  

You tug at his pants, almost signaling for him to take them off, so that he could finally be inside of you. He taunts your desperate attempt with a breathy laugh, “Patience, doll,” he tuts, voice low and gravelly, making you hum sweetly. 

He wets his lip before his lips attack you again, hands giving more attention to your breasts, pinching your nipples to earn more whines out of your pouted lips, wasting no time to dive down into your aching cunt, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all over your breasts, your stomach, and your dripping inner thighs, doing it all with a grin while he watches you shudder beneath him. 

He takes his time admiring your pussy, padded thumb slightly playing with your clit as he watches your eyes squeeze shut at his movements, he groans at your lips glistening with arousal. Perfect, just fucking perfect. And he doesn’t know how much longer he can handle not being inside of you. 

His cock is strained against his zipper, and it hurts, just the thought of your velvety walls engulfing him is enough to have him explode in his pants. He needs you. 

“Such a perfect fuckin’ pussy,” he growls, head dipping between your shaking thighs, inhaling and tasting you once he places open-mouthed kisses on your pussy lips, and your clit, giving you all the attention you need. 

“Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, too,” he hums into your walls, lapping up at your juices like a man-starved, and you’re too far gone to register anything, nodding dumbly and trashing beneath him. 

“Need you to sit on my face after we’re done, baby,” he purred. “But I need to fuck you now, doll, need to feel this tight cunt wrapped around my cock, yea?” He pulls back slightly, and you pout at the sudden loss of contact, it makes him grin, knowing how desperate you are for him. 

Frustrated, and restrained, he unbuckles his belt quickly, even quicker to take off his boxers, with a hiss, his cock slaps against his stomach, your eyes widening with it. 

No wonder you felt his bulge against your ass every time he passed by you, his cock slightly brushing against your ass, making you whimper quietly. No wonder you always felt the need to rub your thighs together when he wore those slutty grey sweatpants, he was packing. 

Slightly curved to the left, thick, and deliciously beading with pre-cum, his angry crimson red tip faced your inner thighs, you nearly whined at the sight. “S-so big,” you murmured, doe-eyes looking up at him with so much promise. 

“I’m going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated,” he grins up at you. “Gonna ruin you for everyone else, sweetheart.” You whine at that, his possessiveness slicking your thighs further as if that was even possible. 

“P-please,” you looked up at him, desperate. 

He tugs at his cock at your mewls, teeth drawing on his bottom lip at you. All sprawled out for him, legs spread apart, glistening pussy greedily waiting for his cock. 

He reaches for the condom but you’re quick to stop him. “No, no. ��M on the pill,” you murmured. He nearly groans at your words. The thought of fucking you raw, feeling your walls hug him sweetly shoots pleasure through his entire body. 

“P-please, sir, wanna feel you,” you cry out, nearly wailing, glossy eyes looking down at him, pleading. 

And who’s he to deny you? 

“Want to feel you inside, fully, been waitin’ for this so long, Eds.” He groans at that, his cock aching, wanting to spill his load inside of you. 

“Already, beggin’ honey?” A teasing throaty chuckle escapes his lips, he’s more than amused, letting just the tip of his fat cock tease over your entrance, pre-cum smearing all over your throbbing clit.

“Mhmm,” you unashamedly moan. “I need you, been spendin’ too much time, touching myself to the thought of you, your cock… Need you to stretch me, ruin me, wanna be yours so badly,” you whined, voice cracking as you desperately thrashed beneath him, his teasing making you pathetic and dumb. 

That’s all he needed to hear before he slammed inside of you with a rough thrust, he couldn’t help himself, knowing that he could’ve had you all this time, made you his, and you were fucking touching yourself to the thought of him? 

He was about to lose it, and you were quick to cry out at his size, your tight walls trying to accommodate his fat cock, feeling him stretching you fully. 

“F-fuck!” He gritted through his teeth, holding onto your hips with a bruising hold. Your whines and your pussy clamping around his cock was enough to send him into a frenzy, wanting nothing more than to fill you up. 

“Eds, t-too much,” you wail out, glossy eyes looking up at him. 

“Ssshh, I know, baby, I know,” he coos condescendingly, making you whine more. “But you can handle it, can’t you, princess?” He bit on your bottom lip with a grin, “Look how well this greedy cunt is pullin’ me in,” he thrusts further into you with a groan. 

You cry out at the intrusion, welcoming the way the slight pain turns fully into pleasure, his cock driving into you with such force that you can almost feel him everywhere. “See? Such a good girl f’me, mmpf, just like that, honey,” he praises, flutters fill your stomach and heat rushes to your cheeks. 

He’s so perfect and you’re so proud to be his good girl. His padded thumb is quick to find its way to your clit, circling it gently to elicit more pretty whines from you. “This is mine, now.”

With a groan, “you’re all mine.” He continues to gloriously pump into you, enjoying the way you look so fucked out, his fingertips rubbing against your clit, you feel so full, so fucking full. Eyes lulling the more his cock dives deeper into you. 

“All yours, daddy,” you breathe, not realizing what you just said, it makes Eddie hiss loudly as his movements pick up, eyes rolling to the back of his head with a delicious growl spilling from his lips. 

You’re going to be the fucking death of him. 

“P-princess, fuck, Jesus fuckin’, you can’t just say shit like that to me,” He spills out through gritted teeth, enjoying the way you move your hips against him, desperate for more friction. 

“Look at you, shit,” Eddie groaned, pressing his thumb into your clit with more pressure, circling it with a grin, cock hitting that spongey spot deliciously while your back arched in pleasure. 

Babbles, and incoherent pleas left your lips, and Eddie grinned at the way you looked so cockdrunk on him, clenching around his cock, letting him know that you were getting closer. 

“Such a whore for me, aren’t ya?” He mocked, rough hands squeezing your cheeks as he made you look at him, “Love the way you go so dumb on me, pretty girl, not a single thought in that lil’ head of yours, only my cock, isn’t that right?” 

Your breathing picks up at his words, orgasm pooling in your tummy, you know you’re about to lose it soon, “Daddy, please,” you whimpered, not even knowing what you were begging for, it was all too much, his filthy words, his thumb on your clit, the way he was deep inside of your walls, hitting spots you didn’t know that existed. 

He growls at that, sinking further into you, “I know, baby,” he murmurs into your heated skin, reveling in the way you claw at his back, freshly manicured nails marking him. “You wanna cum, pretty girl? Go ahead, and cream my cock like the good girl you are, hmm?” His hold on your hips was rough, his other hand still circling your swollen clit, hips smacking against yours with such force that you were sure you were entirely gone now. 

“Come with me, Daddy,” Is what you managed to slip past your lips before you couldn’t handle it anymore, head falling back, mouth forming into a perfect ‘o’ shape, you felt that tight coil snap in your tummy, making your vision blurry as you sobbed beneath him. 

Your pussy squeezed and gripped his cock deliciously and with one more of his hips rutting into you, your orgasm was quick to trigger his. “Shit, gon- gonna fuck my load into you, angel.” He growled through gritted teeth, thrusts becoming shallow. 

“Gonna fill you with so much cum that y-you won’t get it outta you for days, f-fuck!”

“Feel s-so fuckin, good, baby, shit, shit, shit!” He grunted, and finally spilled his load inside of you with a loud groan, painting your overstimulated walls, cock twitching inside of you as his groans mixed with yours. 

Breathless, fucked out, and just a little sated, he was quick to slip out of you only when he made sure your pussy milked him dry and that every single drop was inside of you. 

Both of you struggled to come down from your highs, all those years of pent-up sexual frustration too much to even sate. 

“We’re nowhere near done,” Eddie hummed breathlessly, his head cocking toward you. 

With a smirk, you turned to him. “Oh, yeah?” You quirked a brow, excitement, and pleasure were quick to pool at your tummy. 

“Mmmhmm, still need to punish you for that whole Chris thing, princess. Even though it worked,” He gave you a hearty chuckle, “Don’t think you can tease me like that and get away with it, pretty girl.”

“And what did you have in mind?”

“Those Christmas lights you hung up on that tree,” He pointed toward the giant tree, decorated with lots of flashy lights. 

“I’ve heard they were a really good substitute for ropes, hmm? And the best form of punishment for bratty girls,” he grinned wickedly, attacking your lips again without giving you a chance to breathe. 

[kaisworlds]

ghillie suit wearing reader who is an absolute fucking unit im talking taller than könig okay

top dom male reader x könig

they meet on the battlefield, now könig knew who you were, of course he did, you were the only one on base who towered over him but he didnt expect his ass to get saved by you plus he had a tiny hallway base crush on you.

he was running through the large amount of trees trying to escape the enemies whose amount was gradually increasing behind him. he was out of ammo and used his gun as a weapon up til now. he dodged a few bullets before feeling a wet patch in his shoulder deciding not to look (to avoid the adrenaline from wearing off) he continues running seeing a lake close by he sprints towards it having the idea to hide out until backup arrived for him. the air was knocked out of his lungs as he got tackled to the ground he tries fighting whatever was ontop of him but feels a hand wrap around his mouth glancing up into the shaggy figures eyes

its the same [e/c] he can never seem to stop staring at in the break room

his body immediately relaxes under the weight of your body pressed up against his, the moment doesnt last forever as the yelling of the enemy soldiers grow louder.

still laying on top of him you lean each of your elbows beside his head resting the tip of your gun on a tree trunk quickly firing, every bullet that leaves the muzzle aims like a tracker into someones skull. könig was so caught up in you being on top of him,his mind running wild, not even registering the low whine that leaves the back of his throat as you get up off of him

furrowing your eyebrows at the noise deciding to leave it to the fact that he was....as much as you tried to find another reason you couldnt so instead you asked "könig right?" while grabbing gauze from one ofbthe patches on your ghillie suit before kneeling down beside him. könig nods looking anywhere but your face eyes widening like saucers as you unbuckle his vest "calm down im just going to wrap the wound before it gets dry and sticks to the fabric, is that okay könig?" the way you say his name has him crossing his thighs to hide the boner pressing up against his pants, his shakey hands slowly move up to take off the gear and clothes he has on. 'why are my hands shaking stop it he's gonna think your weird Scheiße' everything he is doing right now seems wrong in his eyes he can feel his heart racing, he has killed people and faced gruesome shit but none phased him as much as this situation right now after what felt like an eternity to him he finally pulled off his undershirt, his chest completely bare for you to see

taking off the head piece of your suit you start wrapping the bandage over the wound hand resting on his chest surprised by his hammering heart just mumbling out a small "its gonna be okay love" not thinking much of it trying to get him to hold still under your touch

he is so happy the veil covers his face, he wouldnt want you seeing how his cheeks lit up like Christmas lights, he continues to sneak glances at your concentrated face.

of course you noticed, did he really think he wasnt obvious? he shouldve caught on by now the way you subtly licked your lips or the way you've been flexing your jawline this entire time. he was too caught up in his thoughts to even think about that though.

thinking about how he felt your bulge on his thigh while you were ontop of him, about how easily you took him down, you could probably pin his hands down without even trying, how hard could you chok- "such a good boy for sitting still" könig snaps out of his thoughts brain barely comprehending what you said, he makes eye contact with you...you're smirking...did you know he liked you?

"how can you be so oblivious" a teasing tone in your voice he just avoids eye contact slowly shrugging the blush now reaching his neck. clicking your tongue you lean in closer to him hand sliping under his veil cupping his jawline "i like you too if i wasnt obvious enough" gently lifting the black clothe covering his face his hand grabbed your wrist, [e/c] eyes bore into his, as he gets lost in them his hand slowly slips off allowing your hand to raise the cloth stopping when it reaches his nose not wanting to push him.

slowly you lean in crashing your lips onto his he immediately kisses back pulling you closer ontop of him before a call comes in through your radio asking if anyone found könig because he wasnt responding, slowly leaning back grabbing your radio "yeah we're by the lake over"

könig lets the veil drape over his blushing face before slowly putring his gear back on

i love him guys :(

[nanaminsonyfans]

╚»★«╝ Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire ╚»★«╝

a/n; the lack of cyberpunk x reader fics is appalling. anyways gay kerry eurodyne for christmas ur welcome. also this is post after giving up johnny specifically the sun ending. sorry of its shitty, i rarely write as a male reader and i hope i did okay! requests are open!!!

pairing: male!reader x kerry eurodyne (cyberpunk)

warnings; anal, male oral receiving, slight exhibition?, cursing, spoilers for end of cyberpunk.

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The Kerry Eurodyne was making a Christmas album with US Cracks, him being main vocals and the girls being background vocals. You were there as Kerry's loving boyfriend and supporter but also because you had nothing else to do. Being the famous V merc has run its course and after everything with Johnny and Arasaka....you just wanted to be you, Y/n L/n. Of course you still talked to some old friends, Claire being one of them. Truth be told....You missed Johnny. A piece of you was gone.

"Y/n? Babe? You there?" Kerry's voice brought you back. The girls were gone leaving the two of you there. "You having one of those episodes again?" He asks softly, obviously worried. "Oh, no i'm fine. Was just thinking is all. The music was pretty soothing." You joke and stood up. "Was it? Didn't want to put you to sleep." "You didn't. Just started to remind me of stuff." Kerry nods and cupped your cheek. "This past year has been hard for you. I understand." You nod and leaned against his touch. His hands were always so warm.

"I gotta finish some vocals. Go get a drink." He hums softly. You nod, leaving and came back. Kerry was singing, however his vocals sounded almost angelic as he sang The Christmas Song. "Jack nipping at your nose~" He looked at you. He looked at you with those fucking icy blue eyes that just sucked you in every single time. You know what he wants. How'd he get so horny so easily? Sentimental one second...

You stared at him, watching his movement. He swayed his hips as he practically made out with the mic. You felt your jeans tightened as you wanted him until you couldnt take anymore and went in. "You're such a little shit sometimes...." You growl slightly in his ear, griping his hips as you pulled him against your growing bulge. "Yeah...?" Kerry hums, adding more pressure against you. You let out a guttural moan in his ear as he started to grind against you.

"You keep doing that and im going to cum in these fuckin' pants." "We can't have that." He hums and gets down on his knees. "Not when i have a perfectly good face." "Oh youre fucking bad Ker..." You groan as he undid your pants, your cock springing free seconds before he wrapped his mouth around you. His tongue was so soft and warm...and fuck the way he sucked you off was like his life depended in it. He was so eager to please and it was working.

Kerry's eyes were half lidded and staring up at you as if he was trying to be innocent. His hand took over whatever he couldn't reach. Drool slipped down his chin as he continued to suck. "Oh fuck ker...." You thrusted slightly in his mouth causing him to gag but he didnt want you to stop. You continued to face fuck him until you felt yourself getting close.

"Fuck..Fuck ker-" You pulled out and came on his face exactly as he wanted. "Mm...amazing as usual." He smirks and licked the cum up and cleaned himself up. "Now bend over." "Really? Here?" "Yes here its your fault." You tell him annoyed and Kerry did so, happily stripping down to give you a show. "Oh you fucking slut." You slapped his ass as he bent over on the couch in the studio.

You didnt even bother prepping and just thrusted in which earned a high pitched mewl from him. "Oh fuck- dont stop please." He begs and pushed his hips back to match the rhythm of your thrusts. His moans were so whiny it was pitiful, the sadistic side wanted to taunt him about it but another side of you loved his noises. Only you could bring these noises out if him, only you, only your cock.

You let out a few grunts as his ass milked you, and suddenly he let out a loud moan arching his back as you hit his prostate. He loved how the head of cock hit it just right. "Fill me up y/n please, please!" Kerry begs and he started to fist himself. "No one can say no to you." You smirk and started to rail him a few more times before you came together. "Fuuuck!" You groaned as you filled his ass making him whine at the feeling as he made a mess on the couch.

"You made a mess." You tease and kissed him which he happily returned. Out of the corner of you eye you noticed a blinking red light. "Did...did it record all of that?" You ask him and kerry took notice as well. "Yeah...maybe i should put it on the bonus track."

[prolix-yuy]

I SPINNED THE WHEEL AND GOT HONEY BEAR AND I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BUT IM EXCITED (I'm not gonna google it to keep the surprise factor lamdovdf) the position name made me instantly think of Dieter so I'll go with him <33

this is just so much fun thank you for the sleepover bby!! ILY

Sil, I would be honored to Honey Bear you! And Dieter is exactly the man I want to get down with, especially in this position!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Position: Honey Bear

Word Count: 1084

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral sex (m receiving), ass play, sexy wrestling, Dieter and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.

Notes: I wanted to do another funny-sweet one, and Dieter is just perfect for it. Plus if I was having a bad a day, I would also appreciate being pampered like this ;)

He’s been a little ball of frustration all day today, and enough is enough.

You try not to be too hard on him. His agent interrupted Saturday morning TV with news that he wasn’t getting the part he’d be practicing for. “They wanted someone younger, to appeal to the newer audiences.” He sulked through the next two episodes.

Then his sister called, and he retreated into the bedroom. His voice still carried through the closed door, switching back and forth angrily from Spanish to English. He stomped back to the couch and doomscrolled for two hours, his brows pulled together in a dark scowl. 

His final straw came when you heard him groaning, “You have GOT to be kidding me!” Venturing into the kitchen, cautious of the sourness of his day, you find him tapping his phone with increasing annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, moving to lean beside him. His whole frame is tight, frustration directed at the world around him wafting off in heady waves. 

“If I’m too fucking old and too fucking lazy to get anything I want, then fuck it, I’m going to order a pizza and not give a shit about the diet. But the fucking delivery app keeps crashing and I just would like one goddamn thing to work today!” He shoves his phone across the counter, your hand stopping it from skittering off the edge to add to his annoyance. 

“How about you go take a shower and we lay down for a little while?” you ask, lightly stroking Dieter’s back. He takes in a deep breath and whooshes it out, scrubbing at his face. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just been a shitty day,” he says, letting you tug him towards the master suite. 

“Everything gets better once you’re in bed,” you say, leading him to the shower. He groans quietly.

“Baby, I’m not really in the right headspace for that.” You cup his cheeks and rest his forehead against yours, tapping the tips of your noses together. 

“That’s not what I mean. We’ll cuddle up and put on a movie and when we get hungry I’ll make something. But right now, you’re gonna try and relax.” Switching on the shower, you usher him in and close the door behind him. He looks through the glass at you in the perfect imitation of a Sarah McLachlan dog shelter commercial, and you draw a little heart in the steam.

Giving him a few minutes to decompress, you turn down the fluffy bedspread and change out of your day clothes. Shuffling around in your drawers, you find the perfect outfit to don before Dieter steps out damp and loose. The towel wrapped around his waist lets you admire his soft broad body, dimples and divots you love mapping with your mouth. He’s slicked his hair back but a few errant curls poke out. 

“That was needed, thank you,” he says, pulling out some neon green boxer briefs and tugging them on. They make his butt look absolutely adorable, and his bulge sizeable. You really should get him more of those. As he approaches, a smile begins working its way across his face.

“What are you wearing?” he asks, kneeling on the edge of the bed as you pose dramatically in the pillows.

“Why Mr Bravo, don’t you recognize the white elephant gift of last Christmas Eve?” Draped over your body is a white T-shirt with a badly rendered line drawing of sexy lingerie where it would fall on your silhouette. You’d won it at a party, and the terrible quality matched with the hilarious design made you keep it in the back of your drawer. 

“I thought we ruined that,” he says, crawling up the bed to hover over you. The weight of the day is smoothing from his face, fingers curling around the hem of the shirt. “You’ve got much better underwear than this.” 

“Dieter, don’t you dare take off the Seduction Shirt!” you crow, squirming below him as he redoubles his efforts to get the hideous shirt off. You nip at his biceps, digging your fingers into his sides to tickle yourself free. He tries to keep up, chasing after your crawling form and yanking you back into his embrace. 

He gets it halfway up your stomach when you manage to roll you both, pinning him on his back with his knees folded over your shoulders. He’s full on laughing now, cheeks a ruddy red and coughing with exertion. You let him catch his breath until he looks down up at you, a warm smile across his face. Pushing his thighs up to his chest, he takes in a small gasp, pupils blow out and hands clenching. Gaze drifting down, you find him hard and twitching in his boxers, your tits pressing softly. Cautiously, you stroke your palm up his length. He throws his head back, stomach tensing.

“Do you want…”

“Please.”

You’re stripping his boxers off in record time, sliding down so you can take him into your mouth in one quick slide. He chokes, hips bucking as your practiced touch massages behind his balls. Keening and hissing, you set a fast pace to topple him into pleasure quickly, adding two fingers pressing firmly at his hole. He’s babbling as your lips slide up and down his shaft, sucking hard and swallowing around the thick intrusion. 

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m…” he begs, and pride swells when he cums down your throat not two minutes after you began. You love knowing exactly what makes Dieter explode, and how quickly you can achieve it. Easing him down, you climb up to snuggle into his open arms. 

“Don’t know why I said I wasn’t in the headspace, I’m always in the right mind for you,” Dieter says softly, lips dragging over your temple. You smirk into his chest.

“It’s the Seduction Shirt, works every time.”

Quicker than you expect he rolls you, pinning your hips and ripping the shirt over your head to discard in a corner of the room. 

“There, no advantage now,” he snarks, rubbing his scruffy face into your neck. Fighting against the ticklish touch, you koala bear around him and pull him down to entwine.

“So if anything happens now, it’s all thanks to my own sex appeal?” you ask with faux curiosity. Dieter pops his head out to bathe you in warmth you’ll never get enough of.

“Damn right.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[foreverindreamlandd]

this is your fault because i cannot stop thinking about ite bucky in his uniform🥲

so yk how they like make those calendars? you know what im talking about 👀 so im thinking of bucky maybe making like a book just for Oak to keep🥴 bc he <3 yk

Oh we are now 100000% playing the "What would Bucky put in a silly/sexy fireman's calendar for his beloved Oak?"

Let's get started shall we?

**Minors DNI below the cut**

January: Bucky standing at the front door looking out at the snow, mug of coffee in his hands, only wearing boxers and a fireman's jacket and helmet.

February: Our boy is sitting up on his elbow in bed, surrounded by candles and rose petals, skin glistening along his shirtless body only covered by the suspenders attached to his pants.

March: This handsome man knows how feral you go when he's wearing his simple navy uniform. Especially when he's wearing it at home after work. So for this, he's wearing said outfit (and purposefully wears one of his tighter shirts to get those muscles poppin out for his best girl), and is baking in the kitchen. He's covered in flour (there's a little smudge of it on his cheek), large hands kneading some dough. I need to take a shower

April: This time we take a trip to the station, and he's wearing his fire pants and jacket, shirtless once again, hanging on the side of the fire truck.

May: Now he's in the driver's seat, hands gripping the large wheel. Oh, and he's not wearing pants. Whether or not he's wearing boxers is a mystery because of the large jacket, but you still get a great view of those thicc thighs. ;)

June: Now things are heating UP, so Bucky switches to his pants/suspenders look and no jacket, pulling out the fire hose and ready to put out some fires.

July: We're back home for this one! Still sticking to the shirtless theme because....just because. He's wearing his navy cargo pants and helmet, and he's sitting in the branches of Big Oaky with Alpine in his arms, giving her a kiss on top of her head because he's literally so cute and perfect and loving UGH writing this is killing me lol.

August: Man, it is just so hot in the summer months, and Bucky is just so tired of having to lug around all those clothes. Luckily, he has a brand new pair of boxers that are covered in flames, so that's all he's wearing as he lays on your bed, hands resting behind his head, body damp from taking a fresh shower. His eyebrows are raised, face looking expected as if telling you he's waiting for you to join him.

September: He's in your dining room, wearing nothing but his fire helmet, enjoying a freshly baked apple pie. LOL but in the back of the shot you see Alpine on the floor sprawled out on her back as if impatiently waiting for dad to stop being weird and to pet her.

October: This would be a cute one where he's in his firefighter gear and he has Alpine dressed as a fire hydrant.

November: This one is a nod to the first time you slid down the firepole at the Plainberry Fall Festival. We got shirtless Bucky with the fire pants/suspenders fit suspended on his decent down the pole (you can tell this isn't just a still shot of him sliding based on the way his muscles are bulging, he's holding himself in one spot). And the bastard is winking at the camera.

December: Okay this one is gross because it's not a silly or sexy photo, it's just a favorite of his that was taken last Christmas at your house. You're standing in front of the colorfully lit tree, holding Alpine in your arms, wearing an adorable plastic firefighter hat you snagged from the Fall Festival. Bucky has his hands on your waist, and he's leaning down to kiss your neck which was unexpected so you have that adorable scrunched up face because sometimes the scruff of his beard tickles. You always thought you looked ridiculous in that photo but Bucky argues you look absolutely adorable and beautiful because how could you ever look anything but, Oak?

[spenciebabie]

so like... spencer x reader sex tape omg 🥰🥰🙈 but you’re literally the reason i got tumblr you’re so talented 🥺🥺🥺

first of all! ahhhhh!!!! that’s crazy, thank you so much!!!!

second of all, im combining it with this request:

“making a sex tape with Spencer so when he is on a case, he can be reminded of what is waiting for him when he gets home”

Visuals here and here

— —

He’s away so often, and honestly, after a point pictures just didn’t cut it anymore. They couldn’t always talk on the phone because he’d usually get in late, or he’d be in a whole other time zone.

He tried watching porn but it just wasn’t the same, how could it ever live up when it was just some girl. When it wasn’t you?

So he came home after one particularly long case with an idea. Well, with a camera, a tripod, and an idea.

“Getting into photography are we?” you joke, eyeing him up as he comes through the door.

“Maybe I am” his tone is excited and eager.

“So what’s your subject, oh god you’re not about to get really into birds or something are you?” you cross your arms, watching him as he lays his new purchases down on his desk, opening up the boxes with the enthusiasm of a kid at Christmas.

“Nope” he says, giddy, “my subject is you, well, us?”

You pick it up almost immidately, you’d gotten enough hopeful dirty texts from him late at night over the past couple of weeks that you were almost waiting for this to happen.

“You wanna film us?” you ask and he nods,

“I wanna film us having sex?” he clarifies

“Well I pieced that much together genius!” you joke walking towards him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He was so eager to show you his new toys he’d barely even said hello.

“Can we do it now?” asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in anticipation. His eyes are so wide and soft that you just can’t say no. You were planning on jumping him the second he got through the door anyway, what was the harm in pointing a camera at the bed. So you nod and a huge smile breaks out on his face.

“Let me get changed, I may as well be in something sexy don’t you think?”

His eyes bulge out as you speak, as you turn to walk towards the bedroom he calls out after you.

“The red one! I mean— could you? Put on that red set I like? Please?” he tries to look a little less eager as if he hadn’t given himself away already.

“You got it baby” you call back, rooting the underwear out from your drawer. You head into the bathroom to get changed, leaving him to set up.

When Spencer finally joins you in the bedroom, camera situated on its tripod, pointed right at the bed, he’s already undressed. Laying on the bed in nothing but his briefs, his hair already messy, no doubt from how fast he pulled off his sweater.

His jaw drops when he sees you, as though you’ve never worn this exact set in front of him before.

“Fuck baby” he looks you up and down, taking you all in. “Come here” he commands and you walk towards the bed.

“Is that recording already?” You point to the camera and he nods.

You make a production of it once you’re sure you’re within the frame. Climbing onto the bed on all fours, pushing your ass out and up just a little, accentuating the curve of your back for the camera, for future Spencer.

You crawl towards him, tossing a leg either side of him so that you can straddle his lap, leaning in close to place a sloppy kiss on his lips before trailing your mouth down along his neck, his collarbones, his chest. Sliding down his body until you were nestled between his legs, gently teasing him over his boxers with your lips.

“Already so hard for me?” You ask, looking up at him, he always thought you looked so beautiful from this angle.

“Uh huh, thought about you non stop” he moans out,

“And what did you think about?” You tease him, your fingers coming up to graze the little wet patch on his briefs. You pull down the elastic, pulling his already hard cock out with your hand, gently squeezing it.

“Did you think about this?” you ask, pumping it up and down gently, looking up at him again and he’s nodding, “or maybe” you pull a face like you’re thinking before you bring your lips down, so tantalizingly close to the top of his cock, “was it this you thought about?”

Before he can answer you’re sinking down on him, your lips sealed around him as you push down. Taking his cock in as far as it’ll go, just until it hits the back of your throat and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes.

He starts to moan, soft and quiet, almost whimpers. So you pull off, looking up at him with a mock disappointment.

“You’re gonna have to moan louder than that if you want the camera to hear you baby” you scold him before you’re back on him, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock and then taking it right into the back of your throat again.

This time he’s moaning properly, letting loose, his hands come down to fist in your hair. They’re pulling slightly until they’re yanking you off. The jolt of pain heads straight to your core.

“What’s wrong baby?” you ask with a fake innocence.

“That’s not where I wanna finish” he gasps out, breathing already haggard, but there’s a commanding tone to his words, or maybe just a look on his face that tells you he’s the one in charge now.

“Lay down on your stomach” it’s an order, not a question, so you lay down. You take a moment to figure out your angle and decide to lay down facing the camera. Spencer loved the way you felt when he fucked you from behind. The way he could just get so deep that you’d almost always end up crying. The only downside was the fact that he also loved the faces you made when he was inside you. This time he didn’t have to compromise.

When you lay down you prop your knees up, presenting your ass to him, wiggling your hips slightly as you push them up in the air. Resting your head on your folded arms as you look into the lens.

“That’s a good girl” he says, and you let out a small moan at the praise.

“Same rules apply princess, you gotta keep it nice and loud for me” his hand comes down in a harsh smack against your ass as he speaks. It’s unexpected and you let out a small gasp at the shock.

“Fuck” you whine, “I will Spencer! I’m a good girl!”

With that you feel his fingers tease at your panties, pressing up against the saturated lace between your legs.

“Desperate are we?” He teases, “you’re fucking soaked” he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them slowly down until he has to yank them roughly off at your knees.

“You’re dripping wet for me” he groans, his hands coming to rest on either side of your hips. You knew what was next so you braced yourself, taking in a deep breath.

He lines himself up behind you before he’s pushing in, giving you no time to adjust. Just thrusting so deep inside you on the first go that you were almost screaming.

“Ah! Fuck! Spencer!” you moan, your hands flying out immidately to grab at the sheets.

“Your little pussy’s so fucking tight” he groans, his hands digging into your hips so firmly, keeping you exactly where he wanted to while the rest of your body all but melted into the bed.

He starts to move right away, his hips rocking back and forth, thrusting in and out of you so impossibly deep each time.

“Feels so—fuck ah! Spencer! Your cock feels so good” your whimpering, a few stray tears already escaping down your cheeks.

Your instinct is to bury your face in the bedsheets, but that would only muffle your cries.

Spencer’s not holding back either, his harsh pants are only interrupted by a string of expletives, growls and moans as he fucks in and out of you roughly. The wet sounds of his cock working in and out of your cunt, the skin of his hips at is meets your ass all coupled with his perfect little moans is sending you so completely over the edge now.

“Fuck Spencer I’m— I can’t—” you’re whimpering, desperate and pathetic in his grip.

“What’s the problem, can’t take it princess? Thought you were a good girl?” He’s teasing you as you squirm and moan around him, so painfully close.

He takes one hand hand off your hip before roughly bringing it down with in a hard slap against your ass. The pain just amplifies the pleasure and you’re desperate now.

A second later you’re cumming around him as he works in and out of you. Your knees would go out from under you if he wasn’t holding you so tight, continuing to fuck in and out of you until he was spilling inside you himself.

Collapsing gently against your back for a moment he gathers himself just enough to pull out of you slow and steady before you’re both collapsing on the matress, completely spent.

“Do you think that’ll keep you satiated for a while?” you ask with a chuckle, your breathing ragged, chest heaving. And he looks no better when you glance over to him.

“Not even close”

[oddaodd]

can you make one where the reader is the youngest maid in Tommy's house and she's helping serve the dinner for christmas and taking care of the kids and in some point Finn gets closer to her and try to flirt with her (she's just a few years older than him) and the reader don't know how to react but Tommy comes and help her (because he already likes the reader but don't get too close because she's too young for him) and by the end of the night when everybody is sleeping and they have sex

· A Whimsical Tale · 

Author’s note: I know we are no longer near Christmas but I love living a dangerous life so I’m just going to post this now.  

 Anddd I loved writing this story so thanks for requesting! and as always, I hope everyone has a lovely day. ❤️

Warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol and a drunken Finn. 

·

Christmas Day was a heavy day on Arrow House and despite the numerous staff, there was always something to be done. Y/n was one of the youngest maids so she was never the one in charge of cooking and preparing dinner, instead she helped pour drinks and look over the children, which Y/n was thankful for since it didn’t require as much elbow grease as cooking for an abundance of people.  

“More wine Tomm...” she caught her mistake and made it up clearing her throat “Mr. Shelby?”

“Thank you, Y/n” He politely answered pretending he hadn’t heard her almost call him Tommy.

Y/n poured the wine with shaky hands hoping that nobody  had noticed her mistake and blushing cheeks. She knew Tommy didn’t mind her calling him by his name when they were alone, but she wasn’t sure if he would still be as lax on the topic if there were other people present.

As she poured some for Ada, Polly gave her nephew a knowing stare that indicated she had noticed and knew what it implied, which triggered complex emotions in Tommy.

He enjoyed Y/n’s company when she served him breakfast and lit the chimney in his office and when sometimes she engaged in conversation with him. She told him everything about her life, whimsical tales of mundane occurrences that sounded worthy of a novel. He wondered what kind of character he played in it.

He would be lying if he were to say that he only enjoyed having her around because she was good at her job. Truth was, Tommy felt infatuated with her and her bubbly smile and occasional kind words when he was feeling the world closing in, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it because she was much younger than him.

Y/n threw occasional smiles at Tommy through the night. She helped entertain the children while the other adults drank and enjoyed the evening. As the night progressed the alcohol began taking tolls, calling some to bed and inciting some others to questionable actions.

“Do you maybe want to go out sometime? Came Finn’s voice while Y/n tidied up around the kitchen.  

“Excuse me?” She asked even though she had heard him loud and clear.

“We should go out sometime” Finn spoke again in boozy confidence

“Um...” she began with an amused smile that disguised her discomfort for she wished the one asking were a different Shelby.

As if summoned by mention in a passing thought,  Tommy’s deep voice interrupted whatever excuse she was  machinating.

“Leave her be, Finn”

“But I’m not doing anything, Tom” he complained in a slur.

“You’re making a fool of yourself Finn” interrupted Arthur before dragging Finn away and out of the kitchen.

She didn’t miss the way Tommy’s eyes lingered on her figure before he left the room after his brothers.

After a while everybody including all the maids had gone to bed, Y/n stayed behind to have a cup of tea in the kitchen so she could mull over her feelings for Tommy in peace.

She had been attracted to him since her arrival to arrow house, but what began like a stupid crush soon turned into more complex feelings. She was always looking forward to seeing him and talking to him at late hours of the night at his office when he couldn’t sleep. She had tried not to think too much into his stares and considerate actions, but her infatuation with him had reached a point in which she couldn’t pretend not to notice.

She wanted his actions to hide a deeper meaning and she believed they did, but she felt her reasoning was tainted by her own wants. Tommy was significantly older than her and she felt immature in comparison.

“I knew you’d still be here”

She knew he would come.

She looked up from her teacup to the kitchen door to see Tommy strolling in. She forced a smile and shoved all her thoughts about him aside.

“Want a cup?” She signaled to the teapot as Tommy leaned against a cupboard.

“Alright” he said and Yn poured him a cup. His eyes following her every move. Her features seemed to be highlighted by the moonlight flowing in through the window making her look more divine than ever despite the tiredness hiding in her movements.

She felt an old wave of nerves creeping up her spine, making her heart beat faster and she didn’t know why. It wasn’t the first time Tommy and her were alone together, but that night’s air weighed differently.  

“Im sorry about Finn” he commented while she poured the tea.

“Its alright” she spoke softly walking towards him “Thanks for coming to my rescue”

Tommy’s mouth curved into a small smile, the way it did whenever she was around.

“Anytime” he said

“You are staring” she commented when she handed him the cup, noticing his gaze.

Tommy hummed taking a sip of his tea before placing it on the counter behind him, not even attempting to deny her accusation. “You look beautiful”

Her cheeks turned a soft shade of scarlet and her heartbeat quickened at his words. She wasn’t expecting him to say that. Still, she couldn’t help but smile at his honest complement.

Feeling comforted by the intimacy that the kitchen late at night provided, he cupped her face as leaned close to her lips. Y/n  did the same in a heartbeat and when their lips came together she felt a thousand matches lighting up inside her body.

She melted into the kiss as it turned more passionate, Tommy’s hands went to her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“Tell me to stop” he murmured against her lips.

“God no” she murmured back.

Tommy felt reassured knowing that she had wanted this just as badly as him and let himself get lost in the  soft moans and blissful sighs he coaxed from her with his wandering tongue and expert hands.  

Y/N hadn’t noticed Tommy began leading her to the table until she felt the cold surface against her lower back. Tommy prompted her up on it and smoothly hitched up her skirt. He ran his index finger teasingly along her clothed folds earning a whine from her pretty lips.

“Take them off Tommy” she pleaded.

Tommy complied and slid her underwear off her legs, his mind clouding at the sight of her, needy and wet in front of him. He kneeled in front of her and spread her legs open with his hands sending shivers through her body. Y/n felt her stomach drop in expectation at the sight of his handsome face close to her cunt.

“Tommy, ple..” Her place came short at the feeling of warm tongue on her sex. A teasing lick first that soon developed into passionate wet strokes and kisses  lapping against her folds and teasing at her entrance.

Her fingers tangled on his dark hair as she became a withering mess, submissive to Tommys experienced tongue. she felt her arousal building up, bringing her closer and close to the edge with each lick. She couldn’t get enough of him but she was eager to have him in her so bad.

“I need you inside me”

Tommy looked up at her with teasing eyes, her juices glistering on his chin and lips and when she felt the absence of his tongue on her she almost regretted being so impatient. But Tommy didn’t give her time to dwell on that regret when he went to passionately kiss her again and she felt his bulge through his trousers against her bare entrance.

Her impatient hands went to fumble with the buttons that held the basted trousers in place and Tommys went to assist her moments after, never breaking apart from the searing kiss, Y/n got a glimpse of Tommy’s cock and she felt like gasping when she felt Tommy guiding his head to tease at her entrance.

She moaned at the feeling and gasped when he pushed into her.

“So fucking tight” he whispered to her ear.

She sighed lewdly at his sinful praise and when he was fully inside her she felt so sinfully full she wondered how she could have lived for so long without this feeling.

She held onto his broad shoulders as he started pumping in and out of her, teasingly slow at first and speeding up deliciously with each thrust.

The table started creaking under her and the teacup and cup she had put there earlier fell off at their movements, loudly crashing onto the floor. She felt a twinge of concern about the noise, trying to break through the dense cloud of pleasure Tommy had summoned around her. However, Said concern became less and less concerning with each thrust of Tommy’s. It was the stuff of dreams.

He felt her clenching around his cock telling her that she was close. He wanted to make her cum, he needed to make her cum.  

He began rubbing circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves and soon after she came beautifully. Her legs tightened around his waist wanting to keep him close, still reeling in the aftershock of her orgasm as Tommy chased his own, which came not long after with a groan of her name. The expression of his face as he came into her was one Y/n knew would never leave her mind.

“What if somebody heard us?” She whispered as she collected her discarded garments with a smile.

“I hope they heard. Maybe that way Finn will know better next time”

·

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[boxboysandotherwhump]

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#5

Paxton‘s painful memories out in the snow.

144 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 10. Juli 2022

#4

First sketch of my Viking whumpee :D

145 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 18. Juli 2022

#3

Whump prompt: Found freezing in the snow.

It’s a cold night in february. The sky is bleak blackness, all its stars covered by clouds that carry the promise of another hail storm.

Everyone hides inside their homes from the biting cold, tired after the festive cheer of christmas and new years has fallen away. Wine and lights and feasts gone.

It’s not uncommon to find stray cats and puppies on the streets this time of year, abandoned by owners who quickly got bored of their christmas gift companions.

It isn’t a puppy, caretaker finds.

But a person.

Limp body half buried in a pile of snow, at the side of the icy road caretaker took. Driving his friends back home to their frat house. Slow, more careful than he normally would to not lose control over his beat up toyota.

They’re all in a foul mood after the lost game, and when caretaker hits the break hard enough to send his two friends nearly flying in the backseat, best friend curses.

“The hell’s gotten into you, man?”

“Look.”

Two pairs of eyes follow caretakers' outstretched finger. At the sight of whumpee’s naked, bloody form, a collective gasp fills the car.

For a second nobody moves.

Until best friend throws the door open and rushes to whumpee’s side.

Their stiff frozen body is lifted gently out of the snow and they whimper as best friend brushes their wounded back, where master had torn their skin open with a whip.

“Please- no- no… more…” Whumpee whispered, head lolling against best friends shoulder.

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Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

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Mother of wishes.

Origin of fae. 

Rumors exist, whispered over teacups, hushed in tavern shadows, rumors about a great beast deep in the woods. 

A beast with the face of a mother. A beast with no face at all.

Taker of children and bearer of changelings.  

Whenever I think about fae I think about changelings and I wanted to incorporate that into my fantasy world: 

So the mother of wishes was born! 

She is an ancient being, holding the universe inside her belly. 

Centuries past, she found a crying child, abandoned in the woods and asked: “What is it that you wish for, little one?” 

When the child answered, “For the world to make sense. For sounds not to hurt and for starlight to keep tasting like honey. For the freedom to move my body in ways that make sense.”, she smiled and swallowed the child whole. 

That night she laid an egg, hatching the very first fae, and in doing so granting the child's wish. Its new body now matched the magic its old one had held. 

The child's parents, who had sent it into the woods to perish, nearly died of fear when they saw its face high up in the trees. Back in the village they told their tale with bulging eyes. Hands shaking as they declared their babe had been stolen and replaced with a monster. It hadn’t ever been their fault they'd raised such a strange child. 

Thus the myth of changelings came to be. 

The ancient one kept finding children in the woods. All of them, crying. All of them, she granted their wish.

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[vixenpen]

Fuck A Fan (Bakugo x Camgirl reader pt. 1)

You had gotten the idea from one of your best friends in the cam industry.

“You sure this will work?”

“Trust me boo,” he had replied, “sometimes the best motivation for a man is a little friendly competition.”

Your bestie had insisted that a fuck a fan contest would be the perfect way to get CallMeKing to finally make good on his unfulfilled promise to see you.

Putting the finishing touches on your flyer, you finally posted the announcement to all social media. You knew CMK was still lurking. So he’d definitely see it. Hopefully, this little contest would be enough to spark his interest, if this failed, you were going to scream.

Because for the first time in your cam career, a man had you chasing him.

The audacity!

To be fair, he did say that he wanted to see you too, but had to keep a low profile due to his career. He promised as soon as worked dialed down you guys would meet up.

Well that had been over a year ago, and not only had you guys not met face to face; he also didn’t seem to check in on you as much anymore.

He still tipped and re-subbed to your page. He had even cash-apped you money for Christmas and your birthday.

But aside from that, there were no more late night, sexting sessions, no more random check ins, no more nude trading.

At first, you brushed it off.

He was apparently a very successful man. Successful men were busy. They couldn’t give you every second of their time. As a successful woman, you could relate to that.

Not to mention, you were a bad bitch and bad bitches did not pine over any man.

PERIODTTT.

Buuuut...when the man in question was fine as hell with boulders for biceps, a big dick, and long money, well...you’d like to think the City Girls, Meg the Stallion, and all the other bad bitches you looked up to would understand your thirst.

“Alright, King,” you sat back in the furry, white computer chair and glared at your laptop screen. “Ball is in your court now.”

“Mr. Ground Zero, can I get a picture too?”

A precocious looking blue haired kid asked. He stared up at Katsuki with wide, hopeful eyes.

Katsuki grimaced.

“Whatever kid, c’mon.”

He leaned down, attempting to keep a safe distance from the walking germ pool, while keeping in the lens of his camera phone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Thanks a lot, Mr. Ground Zero!”

The kid giddily ran back to his group of friends.

Kirishima slung his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder, weighing down on his slightly shorter friend.

“Wow, Bakubro, looks like those public relations training classes have really been working, huh?”

“Whatever, I just don’t need anymore shitty press with kids.”

“You still have energy for happy hour with Sero and Me tonight?”

Bakugo replied with a noncommittal shrug. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone as he and Kirishima headed towards their agencies to call it a day.

He decided to check in on (cam name’s) IG page to see how she was doing.

A pang of longing tugged at him. He missed her. A lot. Sure, she was a cam girl, and being friendly and flirty was her job, but she always brightened his days. With crime picking up steadily over the past year, Bakugo could use her presence in his life now more than ever, unfortunately, nothing in his schedule would permit it.

He was researching a new threat that had been developing in the crime world. Apparently the new mob of villains seemed to have some connections to the crime world in America, and Bakugo found himself flying back and forth to the west for meetings and to make media rounds to help put the public at ease.

His sleep schedule was completely out of whack with all the stress he was under, so any spare moment he wasn’t working, he was sleeping. Which meant no time for his virtual boo thing. Though he did try to make it known he was thinking about her with bill money.

As he flipped through her newest posts, something caught his eyes.

Fuck a fan contest? Winner gets to make content with me at secure location!

What the fuck was this shit?

Whatever it was, he was certainly going to get to the bottom of it when he got home.

CMK: Hey, (cam name) what’s this all about?

Y/N: what does it look like? Fuck a fan contest

CMK: fuck u mean? You don’t do meet ups!

Y/N: 🤷🏾‍♀️ first time for everything.

Anger hummed beneath Bakugo’s skin. Since when did y/n start doing meet ups? She had always told him she didn’t trust her fans as far as she could throw them.

He had encouraged her to not be forthcoming with personal information and never feel like she had to meet up with randos online for money. He would take care of anything she needed before it came to that.

So what was the meaning of this? Had he not been taking good enough care of her? Keeping her bills paid? Her nails and hair done?

Y/N: u entering or what? 👀

CMK: hell no im not entering and neither is anyone else. Now take that shit down.

Y/n: (voice note) first the fuck of all, you don’t tell me what to do. Second the fuck of all, do you know how much money is in this? You ain’t stopping my bag boo. Period! 💅🏾

He was practically seething. Who the fuck did she think she was talking to like that?

Who the fuck did she think she was saying no to?!

His dick stirred in his pants as he re-listened to the voice note of her cursing him out.

CMK: how much does it take to win?

Y/N: just whoever has the most.

CMK tipped $150,000

CMK: now take it the fuck down

Y/N: nobody else has entered yet.

CMK: nobody else up here has the money I have.

Y/N: if you’re not meeting with me, I ain’t takin it down.

CMK: god fucking dammit y/n. Tonight. 9pm. Text me the addy. I’ll have my driver pick you up.

True to his word, CMK had his driver pick you up an hour and a half before the time he had mentioned.

Your knee bounced, causing the black mini dress hugging your shapely thighs to ride up. You pulled it down absentmindedly.

You could count on one hand how many times you had been flown out by one of your fans. It certainly wasn’t a weekly occurrence for you the way it was for other models.

Fear and excitement fluttered in your stomach.

You wondered what the driver thought of you. Heading to this rich and powerful man’s house in the middle of the night.

You had tried to dress up as if you were going to be taken on a fancy date. Your hair styled, silver chandelier earrings dripping from your lobes to match the long silver necklace that dipped between your pushed up cleavage.

If the driver gave two shits, you at least hoped he thought you were going to get a nice meal before getting dicked down.

The community where CMK lived was on the outskirts of town; hidden in a forest of natural and manicured foliage. One could go literal miles between each home before they saw the next one.

You pressed your forehead against the window to take in the flora and fauna, manicured lawns, and huge mansions. So. Many. Styles. Of mansions!

“Here we are ma’am.” the driver announced.

He drove you up a looping, stone drive way that led to a very modern home that reminded you a bit of abstract art what with its odd angles, jutting sides, and square architecture.

The driver stepped out and opened your door. Once you were faced with the massive stairs and wooden doors before you, the song: Pretty Woman blared in your mind. You certainly felt that way.

Before you could knock, the door swung open revealing a pair of red eyes that were devouring your body head to toe.

“Oh my god...”

“Wasn’t expecting to hear that before I even touched you, beautiful.” He chuckled. His lips quirked into the cocky half smirk you’d grown familiar with from his interviews.

Was this real? Call me king was Ground Zero?!

“C-call me king?” You managed to stutter out pitifully.

“I would prefer to call you by your real name.” He joked. “Come in, beautiful.” He grabbed your hand gently and pulled you through the door.

You couldn’t even appreciate the high ceilings, polished wood floors, and tasteful stone wash colored furniture as you followed Ground Zero through the door.

He took leggy strides into the airy kitchen taking out a couple of glasses from a cupboard. You could only gawk.

He looked good as hell in his short sleeved denim button up shirt and ripped black jeans. His physique flexed under the well tailored clothes showing off the broad chest and bulging biceps you’d seen in the Nudes. His spiky Blonde hair looked soft and a bit damp.

“You wanna drink, beautiful?”

“I don’t accept drinks from new people in new environments.”

He looked up to shoot you a half smile. The usual mischief was missing from his red eyes, replaced with genuine affection.

“Of course you don’t. My (cam name.)”

“F/N,” you replied.

“Bout damn time you gave me a real name. Mine is Bakugo, babe.”

He strolled over with a glass of water for himself.

“So, f/n,” his ruby colored eyes darkened with a predatory gleam as he stepped right to your face. “Why don’t you have a seat? I promise the couch won’t bite.”

He brought a hand down to smack your round ass, making you jump.

“Can’t say the same for myself though.”

Licking your lips, you lowered yourself into the couch. Bakugo settled beside you so close the sides of your bodies touched. He draped an arm around your shoulder.

“I know you got a camsona and all, but damn, y/n, where’s my feisty little c/n? Huh? Lil Ms. Period!” His voice took on a lighter tone as he tried to imitate your twang.

The attempt earned him a giggle.

“Well excuse me, sir, but I wasn’t expecting the number two pro-hero in Japan to be my biggest fan.” You snapped back, playfully rolling your eyes. “Forgive me if I’m still wrapping my brain around it.”

“There’s that smart ass mouth I love so much.” He tucked your chin.

This close to him, you could feel his warm minty breath fanning against your lips. A familiar warmth was already growing between your legs.

Pulling away you asked: “Why me?”

“Hah?” His brows knit in confusion. “Fuck kinda question is that? What do you mean why you?”

“I mean, I’m a bad bitch or whatever, but I’m just...me and you’re...you.”

“Tch. You just answered your own damn question, dumb ass.” He tilted your face back towards him. You felt his other large hand roam the bare skin of your thigh and shivered.

“You’re a bad bitch. You don’t seem to forget that any other time, don’t fuckin’ forget it now, got that? Your confidence is what’s sexy about you.”

A smile tugged at your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.

“You know, when you’re not being a fuckin’ asshole, you can be pretty damn charming when you wanna be.”

“And when you’re not being a defiant little brat, you can be real fucking cute.”

A moan slipped from your glossy lips as his hand crept steadily up your thigh

“Please,” you leaned closer to him, “you love my brattiness.”

He scoffed, amused.

“I’ll show you just how much I like it.”

Without warning, Bakugo scooped you up. His large, rough hands dug into the soft flesh of your round ass as he straddled you on his lap.

Your wet, bare pussy pressed into his bulge as he stole a greedy kiss. Your gasp quickly morphed into a moan as desire burned in your core and flooded your entire body.

His tongue overtook your mouth effortlessly.

“No panties, huh, brat? I can feel you leaking through my jeans.”

“I hate panties,” you managed between kisses. “And bras.”

That little confession just inspired more arousal in Bakugo. He deposited you on the long couch and let his hot tongue snake along every sensitive bit of exposed flesh he could find. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

“Damn, beautiful,” he managed between kisses, “can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”

His bulge rubbed your aching clit deliciously.

You tugged his shirt up over his mess of blonde hair.

He grabbed the deep ‘V’ of your dress and ripped it open, drawing a gasp from you.

“Now we match.” He grinned

“You ass—“

“You’ll have a new outfit by tomorrow afternoon, now shut up.”

True to his word, Bakugo tasted every inch of you. He nibbled your ears making you shiver, licked your nipples making you hiss his name, and devoured your toes like blow pops.

Your body was trembling from sensory overload.

“God..” you moaned.

“You look like you want something, babe,” Bakugo smiled wickedly as he hovered above you. “What is it?”

“Eat me.”

[safebubblebycyg]

trans harry + drarry au:

☆ harry being deadnamed would literally be the worst pain to ever exist to him but draco would always be there to bitch slap the person who dare speak such a name

☆ harry having to go to madam pomfrey to get testosterone potions

☆ madam pomfrey rolling her eyes at him one day when hes late "mister malfoys mouth is not filled with testosterone, potter"

☆ harry secretly binding during quidditch even though he literally can NOT breathe

☆ hermione looking ready to hex him when she finds out

☆ " 'mione!! i swear im taking it off after!!" "that doesnt matter harry!! its dangerous!! either wear a sports bra or dont play!!"

☆ harry reluctantly wearing a sports bra after his confrontation with hermione

☆ ron finding out when harry unbuttoned his shirt to reveal tattered bras way too small for harry layered onto his chest

☆ ron immediately accepting harry "you've always been more a man than ill ever be, mate"

☆ draco finding out a month after they're dating

☆ he found harrys binder monster (as he affectionately called it) "love, why didnt you tell me sooner? that's it, im getting you a new one. a real one"

☆ draco immediately SPOILING harry. new binders, button-ups, and boxers

☆ "draco you cant just buy me a binder every time i get a stain on one, it's way too much-" "oh hush, what else am i spending my money on?"

☆ snape being the greasy thot he is and purposefully using female pronouns and deadnaming harry in class and in the corridors

☆ which causes ron to start H.P.P.S.; harry potter protection squad

☆ neville, luna, ginny, hermione, pansy, blaise, and ron being proud members of H.P.P.S.

☆ they even got pins just to confuse the hell out of harry

☆ harry not going to class on dysphoric days

☆ mcgonagall understanding when he misses class and allowing hermione to do his homework and take his notes

☆ harry once got told he played quidditch "like a girl" which tore him apart...until ginny stole the beaters bat and hit the quaffle to let it hit them dead in the face

☆ harry finally getting fed up with not knowing what H.P.P.S. was so he pulled them all to the room of requirements and made them fess up

☆ harry just burst into a fit of giggles and thanked them before giggling again

☆ harry let his protection squad stay intact as long as he got a crown with group initials

☆ yes, harry got his crown

☆ harry coming to potions class as an ultimate grump one day

☆ "miss potter you're late-" "yeah and you're transphobic, dont talk to me snivilly"

☆ he didnt even get detention, snape was too taken aback to remember to give it to him

☆ harry forgetting to take off his binder before he slept and waking up so sore he couldnt take it off

☆ "er- 'mione??" "yes harry?" "can you help me take my um, my binder off?"

☆ hermione giving him a twenty minute lecture and fussing at him for sleeping in a binder. she also gave him one of her bras "YOU ARE NOT WEARING IT TODAY, DONT ARGUE HARRY"

☆ harry dragging himself around the castle until draco stops him on the way to dinner. harry just slumps against his chest and sobs "m couldn wear m binder today, 'mione wouldn let me, m slep in it" he had sadly mumbled against dracos chest. draco just squeezed him tight and drummed his fingers against his back "how would you feel about top surgery?"

☆ long story short, draco wanted to pay to get harrys top surgery done by the top wizarding surgeons in the world "it wont even leave a scar, recovery will only take a week"

☆ in conclusion that was harry's favourite christmas present in his fifth year

☆ "GUESS WHOS FLAT, FLAT BEGINS, I AM FLAT, TELL A FRIEND" was all harry sang for a month, and only the muggle borns understood him that month

☆ draco catching harry sobbing in the bathroom one day "thank you- merlin thank you dray, im finally flat, thank you so much"

☆ and harry finally feels so good

☆ until snape finds out. yeah, that's right the slimey bitch ruins harrys pride

☆ "harriet, please stop touching your chest. we know you altered your body because you fail to be a real man, but you're getting a bit egotistical." AND DRACO HAS NEVER BEEN MORE LIVID

☆ he punched snape. but not before delivering the most powerful speech that hogwarts has ever heard, "how dare you. how DARE you. HOW DARE YOU. you are supposed to be a teacher. a role model. someone that students believe in. and yet you have to audacity to call harry by his dead name, misgender him on multiple occasions, and proceed to humiliate him after he has been living the happiest life he has ever lived and you saw that and RUINED IT. you, severus, are a monster. you have no idea the hell that harry has been through for being born in the wrong body. so let me give you one. 41% of transgender individuals attempt suicide at least once in their life times. that is almost half! OH and get this one! 51% of transgender males are part of that. that is MORE than half. for all you know, harry could be part of that percentage. because of people like YOU. insecure, idiotic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, morons. harry had to fight his family for his will to live and you're the only person left in his life that is trying to take that away from him now. you think that just because hes a little different and just because he wasnt born with a completely flat chest or a bulge in his pants that he isnt a man? because if that's all a man is to you then you are full of shit, severus. because harry is more of a man than youll ever be. my father will damn well hear about this. and you will be fired. because you are a greasy, transphobic, nobody. now excuse me, as i escort the entire class out of your useless lesson. nobody will ever need to know how to enhance the effects of amortentia anyway"

☆ yeah snape was fired. and no one dared to mess with harry again

☆ draco declaring one day that one half of the slytherin table was now dedicated to the H.P.P.S.

☆ theodore, astoria, crabbe, goyle, seamus, and dean joined the H.P.P.S not too long after this, missing their friends and finding it funny that draco had now become vice president with ron

☆ harry now spending his summers between the burrow, the granger's, and malfoy manner

☆ basically, ron, draco, and hermione had a contract (yes, hermione wrote it) that was a custody plan with harry. they even got mcgonagall to sign on it

☆ "you are not living in a household that calls you such horrid things" "they just call me a gir-" "AND YOU ARE NOT. HORRID"

☆ honestly any of the three could have had that conversation with harry

☆ harry felt safe at all times now

☆ "dray? mione? ron? thank you"

[magicalcrwn]

bit of sweetness

pairing: seokjin x reader

genre: fluff, crack

word count: 819

warning(s): cursing, its unedited gkjfgffdkjgfjd

a/n: i miss seokjin so much pleasE I LOVE HIM, I MISS MY DAD and,,,wow this is my first bangtan fic after like idk almost a year making this blog. also i thought id do smth a lil different this time for my drabbles, like using a gif for a header and this is one of my favorite gifs like HNNNNNNNNG LOOK AT HIM I LVOE HIM :((((((( im gonna edit my older drabbles and put in gifs too dw links: txt m.l || bts m.l

"Seokjin."

How long has he been at it? It's about three hours since you've gotten home from your long day babysitting your cousin's nephew. When you got home, you found your boyfriend sitting at the couch with a cat in his lap. Though, you didn't adopt a cat, right? You two just moved in together about three weeks ago. The white furred cat mewled as he pats its head, stroking it, even. Did he not hear you come in? No, wait, he did. He greeted you when you got back with your hair a mess from watching a three year old.

"Seokjinnie," you call once more, standing from the hallway and looking at him. His dumb squeaky laughter answers you as he focuses onto the cat. You squint at the cat, checking its neck though. Wait a minute... "Wh -- KIM SEOKJIN!"

The brunette man ceases his laughter and looks up with eyes bulging. The cat, however, didn't mind as it's still getting its affection from the puffy lipped man.

"Did you steal a cat?"

Sweat profusely rolls down his head, he looks away and stutters, "N -- no?" It meows when his hand stopped stroking the cat. Seokjin, hearing the cat, notices that he stopped and subconsciously continues. "The poor girl was hiding in fear in the car," he pouts.

Again, the cat mews sounding like it -- or she -- agrees with him. A sigh escapes from your lips. "Jinnie, we can't take care of a cat -- it doesn't even have a collar! What if someone's looking for it? Like it ran away?"

A dramatic gasp emits from him, placing his other hand onto his chest while petting the cat. "Sweetheart! You dare to accuse me, the lovable and adorable Kim Seokjin, stole a stray cat?"

Your gaze automatically switches from him to the cuddly animal. She rolls in his lap, inching a bit closer to your man. Damn this cat. Walking over to him, you plop down onto the couch beside him and lean your head onto his shoulder.

Noticing your somewhat strange behavior, he glances between you and her. "Angel," he speaks while the cat continues to shift around in his lap. Looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a grin grows on his face. "Are you jealous?"

Scooting closer to him, practically nudging your nose into his neck, you mumble, "...No."

Chuckling fondly at your action, he reaches for your head and pats. He turns towards you and places a light kiss on your forehead, "I wouldn't replace you, you know that. Plus --" Seokjin looks back at the kitty rolling around in his lap and nuzzling into his stomach, "I'm sure Vanilla wouldn't mind if her mommy gave her some love."

Pushing back from your spot with a bewildered look on your face, you question him, "You already named her? Geez, at least take her to a vet!"

"Already did," he laughs. "I found her after you left, doc said she's all healthy and no diseases. A healthy baby girl."

Falling back onto his shoulder, you blink a couple times before looking back onto the cat. "Vanilla huh," you muse. "How old is she?"

"Around two years old," he hums.

You nod as soon as he told you, letting the calming silence fill the air with the TV faintly playing The Office in the background. Fifteen or so minutes passed, you two remained sitting in the living room until Vanilla passed out in his warmth. By now, it's a quarter 'til 10, you eventually shut off the TV to bask in the silence. Having some background noise is nice, but you prefer hearing his and yours -- perhaps even Vanilla's -- breathing. Actually, can you even hear a cat breathing?

"Angel," he whispers, trying not to wake up the white shorthair cat. You lift your head and look at him, he returns your gaze with the most innocent eyes he could pull off as if you kicked a puppy. Pouting, he whines, "Can we keep her?"

"I -- well --" you glance between him and Vanilla, taking a moment to think. Huffing, you slowly nod. "Fine, we can keep her. Just -- don't forget to feed her."

Like a good child getting their Christmas gift early, his eyes lit up and a wide grin grows on his face. Both arms reaches out for you, pulling you in and peppering your face with kisses. "Ah, I knew that you'd end up loving her! From now on, we're going to be parents."

"Parents -- WAIT, WHY IS SHE OUR DAUGHTER --"

"Ah~ you didn't deny it." His laughter fills the room, body shaking from his fit as he pulls you closer to him while you continue whining and complaining.

Plopping your chin onto his shoulder again, you grumble, "I hate it that I love you, idiot."

"Mm~ love you too, sweetheart."

[bookishbea]

Black Friday Reaction

Okay so I’ll be live tweeting Black Friday but none of it will have any sense to it but it’ll just be my reactions

1. The Paul thing is really bothering me

2. I really love the mention of the other characters

3. If Jane is mention is the story about the mom mentioned some more

4. Is the delivery man ted (cause he’s also a sleazeball

5. It’s weird seeing Cory not play a pure bean

6. I love California MIA

7. The little sister (Im sorry I’m bad at names) I self project as autistic and she something else idk

8. Did anyone else noticed Robert’s Australian accent come out?

9. Like I said this is out of order so yeah but I personally think the second song in the show was very shocking as I’m not used to very serious starkid songs

10. When Robert gestures smoking i think its lowkey a refrence to the smoke club

11. I have a crush on lex

12. I love Lauren’s charecter so much

13. I love the name linda becuase it could be like a karen without using that name

14. Not to get poltical but i choose to belive they made an antivax joke

15. Also the marvel nerd in me loves the name becky barnes

16. I know its probaly not on purpose but joeys charecters costume in line looks like the homeless guy’s one

17. Jaimey is great as always

18. The conversation is so cringe i love it

19. I kinda hope torture porn is a fanfic refrence (i know most people would want me to say spies are forever but nope)

20. I love Lauren but shouldnt her accent be included when she sings

21. I love Jeff’s reaction

22. I may get some hate for this but what was bothering me in tgwdlm and i notice in starkid is lack of fan comments in the captions

23. As a theatre fan i love the toy zone song (i am not sure if thats the right name) espcially the do wop becuase it reminds me of older musicals

24. Also since i watched tgwdlm and black friday a day apart its weird to come from songs happening because they are infected to songs happening cause its a musical

25. i love the love the line we are not relaibly to anyone who dies becuase they clearly show in the trailer that someone will die (this is not a spoiler if you watch the trailer for Black Friday)

26. I love Corey but when he dances i notice a bulge (i am not a perv he makes it very obvious)

27. So i rewinded it to make sure i wanst going crazy and realized something as lex says the pepper spray line. She would be good as janis ian

28. I love the touch money part its so cute even if its not supposed to be

29. Jaime plays a perv really well

30. I love Jon’s charecter its hilarious

31. Also i love jon and lauren interactions so it was cool seeing them together not as paul and emma

32. I love seeing more of Jon because although hes reaally good at playing paul paul doesnt have any flavor and its cool seeing jon do something diffrent

33. Jeff’s fuck you

34. Okay I was right it was the homeless guy and i bet the money is paul’s money

35. And this is not a sterotpye as i am jewish myself but i bet Laurens charecter is jewish

36. Its sad that the price thing is true

37. So i am a theatre fan and do not watch got but that music kinda reminds me of got

38. Cant tell if jeff’s charecter is gay and a perv or just a perv (i realzie this could be mmisinterpreted as homophobic i just mean to say that jamie’s charecter just seems like a full out perv where as i cant tell with jeff’s)

39. Obviously you shouldnt be that insane but i do like the lines about how you are in charge of life and dont care about what others think. its goood life advice

39. Looks like Paul’s boss got his wish

40. They are all idiots for holding up the doll when everyone wants to get it

41. Corey’s charecter is like shit, money isnt that imporant

42. Becky why are you a part of this you have moral high ground (yes i am ignorning the fact that cast usually join in dance numbers even if their charecter isnt a part of it)

43. Shouldnt tom get ptsd (see above)

44. Lex you already have one (see above)

45. So i may be overthinking things but how curt says never should settle is in the tune of spies are forever

46. Is it just me or did anyone else notice when the security guard comes in the tune of show me your hands comes in

47. I dont know why but i do love soft bullies because hes like hey im punching you but only for the kid

48. Some may say its schizo or something hannah has but its anxiery or something from how shes expressing it

49. I feel like hannah has a superpower and can tell whats happening

50. Maybe webby is actually wiggly

51. Baby (both hannah and robert)

52. Please tell me my babies not dead

53. Jon’s eee is adorable and silly

54. Wait hes alive

55. Wait no hes dead, im sad liek starkid is supposed to be fun and happy this is the darkest star kid yet. Even oregon deaths were silly

56. I love starkid but this is making me anxious i cant tell if its good anxious or bad anxious

57. Also i relate to the black and white thing not fully but liek whenever i dont feel well sometimes my brain is overstimulating but only in my head its very hard to explain 

58. Also i think sometimes kids on the spectrum and im not an expert but i do have it kind of make a friend in their head and i do that too sometimes just to give me advice

59. Also i hope they dont get rid of the black and white as sometimes people go more crazy without the figurative voice in their head

60. Like i said this is going to be random order so i like that emma adopted paul;s Okay and no im not making a tfios refrence

61. Poor Tim

62. Poor becky but even less

63. i thought they were supposed to be mad at g-d but in this and tgwdlm they like g-d

64. I cant tell the other pins on joey’s jacket but the first two i notice are mr wiggly and paul

65. I love Lauren’s acting you can see the very sublte sadness in her

66. Lauren and Joey together ahhhh

67. I know its probaly not a big deal but they should give a seziure warning before the tv scene

68. Did they reuse curts spies are forever outfit

69. Really starkid the obama refrence seriously, i cant tell if im mad or laughing 

70. How did Bob get one

71. I do realize they are talking irl but i cant help but wonder if the nazis were a spies are forever refrence

72. Does wiggly have a special power or something 

73. I think its similar to the metero the closer you are the more power it has over you

74. The starkid special effects we all know and love

75. Also is that mcnamara

76. Also maybe shooting it (the doll) does the same thing that shooting the affceted does. Give them no power

77. I cant tell what the music reminds me of exactly but the tune does kinda refrence a diffrent star kid song

78. Jeff looks so proud of himself for the peeps line

79. I love the purposeful i presume reuse of lines

80. Is peip like men in black

81. Also hatchetfield kind of reminds me of night vale

82. Is the black and white like the upside down?

83. I wonder if the point was purposeful since someone was filming or just choreographed

84. Yes Jon Singing!!!!!

85. I love the act two opener

86. Did his parents really name him christmas?!?

87. Oh hes literally related to santa

88. I love lauren and joey as eleves

89. Noel another christmas name

90. Isnt the little dance move like a genie move or something

91. Its so cute that she insitincitvely went to their seats

92. Also carving is goals

93. Even though its a penis its still goals

94. I know what you are, say it, santa clause

95. Tom dont yell at your girl

96. Poor Tom

97. But also dont make this about you

98. They probaly werent the head of the school since they were nice, i am sorry but thats true

99. Yass girl fight his ass

100. Also the theatre kid in me is picturing all that jazz

101. he ran into my knife he ran into my knife ten times

102. Yes Becky’s husband (i forget the name sue me) is bad but i feel like becky is more sinister then we realize

103. Becky’s line even if it isnt meant to be is so funny

104. The girl who plays Becky could play Barbara

105. I love how Joey and Lauren look into the camera

106. Jamie saying santa awww such a pure bean

107. The person in the wiggly onsie is goals

108. Matrix glasses for the win

109. Is wilbur a refrence to Charelots Web?

110. Its a cult a cult of wiggly

111. I feel like Sherman young is around 30-40

112. I love how its mommy to sound less pervy

113. Oh wait never mind Linda is mom

114. Shit thats fucked up they killed him

115. I am right a jew no non jew says mensch

116. To quote jared klienman kinky (shoe kiss scene)

117. Also i love this song the adore song

118. Why does them picking up Lauren give me Draco vibes

119. Wait he isnt dead?? im so confused

120. Wait he is dead???

121. Also ethan is creepy now

122. But Roberts expressions are goals

123. Robert your proffesor hidgens is showing

124. What the how does he know her name

125. Savage Wiggly

126. Wiggly is more funny than scary

127. But my poor baby dont be scared

128. What the fuck tom

129. Also poor baby number two

130. At first you think becky is made about him hurting a child but no its about the doll

131. What the fuck Becky

132. Also I wonder if thats the same serum that Hidgens used

133. Tom yelling at the audince is hilarious

134. Also Becky singing is giving me little shop vibes

135. Becky are you drunk or something you so stupid

136. But yayy my baby doesnt get hurt

137. More starkid special effects

138. Also the lighting nod to tgwdlm

139. Also why did they take my baby (see i told you random)

140. So the perv is wiggly

141. Also if he can appear in regular formation on earth why does he need to be the doll

142. Oh wait never mind he explains it

143. Joey talking to the audience and making them hold the apple is goals

144. I love Joey’s song

145. MIA = Missing in Action = Made in America

146. Wait im wrong Joey cant be Wiggly unless he has super powers he cant be in two places at once

147. I know they dont mean sex but still wtf

148. Lauren looks so done i cant

149. Seziure warning after mr presidnet leaves the black and white

150. Unless it was purposeful they should have hidden the dolls better backstage

151. Wait didnt hannah say something about two doors earlier?

152. Seriously Sherman ponies

153. I love the going back line

154. My poor baby lex

155. No Lex dont die not you too

156. Haha throwback to tgwdlm

157. Yes baby you got the gun

158. Also die perv die

159. Eagle screeching is goals

160. Yes lex use that logic

161. Also it makes sense only the adults can be brainwashed

162. There were only adults no children, scary (not sarcastic i promise)

163. Seriously starkid Fortnight

164. Thats why you should never fully grow up

165. Woah what Lex says is deep

166. Yessss Tom

167. Wait Tom dont hold the gun

168. Wait is Charolette alive or just a reuse of costume, if so why would they have jaimie wear it

169. No dont take her magic hat

170. Haha stupid hats cant be magic only dolls obviously

171. Does lauren say something like fucking knife in another show too?

172. Lauren screaming gives me my father will hear about this vibes

173. Also give my baby her hat back

174. Yass Lauren get it girl (i do realize shes playing the villian but still)

175. Yass Robert get it

176. Even though shes a viilain i dont like seeing Lauren get killed

177. But also how did they get the bullet wound on her so quick im impressed

178. Haha the way Gary stops everything to talk to gerald is goals

179. Like hes like oh shit money

180. And then hes like oh wait i have to pretend to care

181. I love how exagerated their dying is

182. Thats an impressive quick change

183. Yess Emma Hidgens

184. But also no hell fuck up again

185. Also Paul interupting is goals

186. Haha hannah you go girl

187. First off I love the song

188. Song off Hannah’s voice

189. Is paul scared normal or because of the hive

190. Wait all the tgwdlm charecters are back like nothing happened im confused

191. Haha the Hatchfield band is back

[giogio-gucci-gangstar]

A Golden Christmas

This started out as a totally different story about Bruno and Abbacchio loving bets on Abbacchios black out adventures, but turned into something way softer. So, here’s my favorite boys being boys but at Christmas

Libeccio’s was empty this Christmas Eve. Well, empty excluding all of the excessive decorations and a group of six Passione men.

The evening had demure beginnings. Bruno had wanted to throw his team a little party to show how thankful he was for each of them, and to give them some time to relax after some stressful weeks. Bruno had arrived early to set up with Giorno, whos Golden Experience had exquisite taste in garlands, flowers, bushes, berries and trees. He also made sure to sprinkle in some mistletoe over precarious areas like doorways, and above a certain seat at their usual table. But that would have to wait for later.

Abbacchio had been in charge of the alcohol, and he did not skimp on anything. There were several bottles of expensive champagne, he didn’t believe in being cheap, and had even brought some of his homemade mulled wine. He set the case down with a huff in front of Bruno before plopping down next to him already sipping on a bottle of his own.

Before Bruno could so much as offer him a proper glass, Narancia and Fugo burst through the door. Bickering as always.

“But Fugooooo karaoke is so much fun!!!”

“Its not part of our traditions. What would we even sing at a christmas party?”

“Uhh because its fun? Plus this year is different, we now have Giorno.”

“And I wish we didn’t.” So this was what finally elicited a response from Leone, Bruno thought to himself.

“That was a brilliant idea Narancia. It will be fun. Here let me help you set it up.” Bruno noticed Leone was already a little flushed as he scooted by him to go help Narancia set up the machine.

Fugo set down a plater of elaborately decorated cookies on the table in front of Abbacchio and helped himself to some mulled wine as he took in the decorations. It made the restaurant look like a secluded glen in some sort of Scandinavian forest. He spared a peek at Narancia using a cooking knife to hack through some bushes in search of an outlet, until bruno finally pulled him aside and gestured to Sticky Fingers making a clean cut through the vines to the wall.

Fugo smirked to himself as he saw Narancia’s face light up and ecstatically throw his arms around Bruno. Fugo looked around the room again and noticed that while he had clearly been here earlier to set up, Giorno was nowhere to be seen.

Then there it was, the tell tale sign of Mista, six little screaming voices sounded from the alley. Mista burst through the door with his usual enthusiasm for food, Giorno close behind unable to contain his laughter at Mista’s new hat. It seemed the boy had traded out his usual cap for a Santa hat, which the pistols had conveniently nestled themselves in.

“Heyyyyy!” Mista greeted his friends with open arms as he stepped into the beautifully decorated restaurant.

“Whoa there’s so many plants!” as he turned around in awe, causing Giorno to beam at his slight victory.

“Ah you like them?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah but, like what are they?” Mista looked confused at some garlands, poking at some mistletoe strategically hanging from the ceiling and over doorways. Giorno realized this was going to be a lot more difficult than he anticipated.

Quickly distracted by seeing the rest of the gang, Mista called out to Abbacchio, “Oh! I'm your secret santa!” gesturing to his themed hat while pulling out a small red bag.

“Ugh Mista that's not how its supposed to work! It’s called secret for a reason!” Fugo started to fume, upset that his little part of the night had been ruined so quickly.

Abbacchio strolled over to Mista, shaking the bag slightly, scrunching up his face slightly when he heard the clanging of glass.

“Go on open it!” Mista beamed. He was very proud of his gift.

Abbacchio cautiously tore apart the haphazardly stapled paper bag. His frown slowly turned into an approving nod, “Are these dozens of little liquor bottles?”

“Yeah, shots or samples as my Nonna calls them. Come on let’s open some up!”

Abbacchio eagerly obliged, pulling out some little bottles of whisky, vodka, tequila, limoncello, and rum. Mista, grinning like a madman, helped him line them up before taking one for himself and opening one for Abbacchio.

Had he not already been fairly tipsy Abbacchio told himself he would have been more annoyed that Mista assumed he could partake in his gift. But he was also never one to turn down a drink, so the boys linked arms and downed the first small bottle of the night.

Mista’s face flushed and he coughed a bit from the burn, but the real shock was when Abbacchio’s cold demeanor melted as he laughed at the younger boy not being able to keep a straight face. “Come here, let me show you a trick,” and he guided Mista back to the table with a handful of the bottles.

“GUYS!” There was a screech as Narancia ecstatically jumped up and down and pointed to Bruno turning on the karaoke machine. In this moment Narancia would have preferred all attention be turned to him, but Mista and Abbaacchio were still doing shots in rapid succession, Bruno was trying to preemptively calm down Fugo, and Giorno was staring off into the distance with a glazed look on his face. Yes! Narancia thought to himself Giorno is the easiest target!

With the giggle the orange boy leaped across the room and nearly pounced on Giorno, quickly knocking him out of his reverie.

“GIORNO! SING WITH ME!” Giorno’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he was snapped out of his little day dream.

“Come on, let's sing a song! I know just the one!!” Narancia slowly climbed off Giorno, who was still trying to come to grips on reality, and started slowly pulling him to the karaoke machine.

Narancia pulled Giorno into a conspiratory huddle in front of the machine. There were lots of absurd hand gestures coming from the boy in orange, a few flew a little too wide and collided with Giorno. This continued for a few minutes until Giorno grabbed Narancia’s hands and said “OKAY im ready lets just do this-”

“BUT THE BIRDS”

“Its all under control. Trust me” Girono gritted his teeth as he made his way to the karaoke machine to turn on Narancia’s selected song. Maybe he could swing this in his favor, it could be an opportunity to show off a little for a special someone…

The first few bars of “Twelve Days of Christmas” start playing and Narancia, the sweet little orange boy, tries his best to read the words of the small screen, but gets bored and ends up dropping his microphone on the floor and walking away.

They hadn't even made it through the first chorus of the song but Giorno was not surprised in the slightest. He had figured Narancia would get bored so from the dropped microphone he made a partridge and then from a fork on the floor, a pear tree.

He looked at his friends sitting at the table across from him but no one was paying him any attention. Well, no one who’s attention he wanted.

“NO ONE WANTS TO SEE THIS” Abbacchio yells at the small blonde boy, nearly spilling his third? Fourth? Bottle of champagne as he stood up in what could only be described as a drunken demand for the microphone.

Giorno tossed him the microphone as he slunk back to his seat next to Mista, a little disappointed and embarrassed that his attempt to show off had been so quickly shot down.

“Narancia, kindly put on some real music” he spits, still managing to glare at Giorno as he made his way to the karaoke machine.

Abbacchio swings the microphone in his hands as the tell tale synthesizer of a Wham! song starts. Slowly, as the bass faded in, Abba started to move his hips to the beat. He swayed for a few seconds with his eyes closed, then his mouth opened and a voice of deep velvet poured out.

Everyone was shocked, even Mista stopped “sampling” his gift to Abbacchio. But Bruno was easily the most entranced.

“Once bitten, twice shy, I keep my distance but you still catch my eye” at those lines he opened his eyes, only allowing them to meet Bruno’s. A deep blush spread across his Capo’s cheeks and down his chest, where Abbacchio’s eyes followed.

“But if you kissed me now, I know you’d fool me again”

With that, Abbacchio strode over to Bruno and pulled him up from his chair to dance with him. Abbacchio didn’t break eye contact the whole time he danced, slowly pulling him closer, grinding his hips on him while he continued his serenade. When Bruno laced his fingers around Abbacchios neck and laid his head on his chest as they swayed, Fugo turned to the rest of the boys who seemed equally distressed.

“It would appear they are… having a moment? Maybe we should…” And he lifted his eyebrows to the door. “God Dammit not again” Narancia pouted when he realized Fugo was suggesting leaving the room with all the cookies and groaned as he followed him out of the room.

Giorno was already out of his chair, eager to give Bruno and Abba their much deserved alone time, which may or may not have been part of Bruno and Giorno’s scheme earlier in the evening. But Mista wasn't moving. His bottom was glued to the chair as he stared slack jawed with horror as he couldn't tear his eyes off his Capo getting more and more into the music, eventually planting a large kiss on Abbachio’s lips.

“Come ON” and with a yank on his sleeve, Mista tumbled out of his chair, shuffling into the other room after Giorno.

This was his chance, Giorno thought to himself. He pulled a stunned Mista to his feet under one of the many boughs of mistletoe he had hung around the restaurant for exactly this purpose.

“Ahem” Giorno shuffled his feet and darted his eyes between Mista and the mistletoe above them.

“Wha?” Mista scrunched his face, still unable to process his surroundings after what he would later describe as a ‘traumatizing experience’.

“Mista… The mistletoe?” Giorno pointed to the artistically draped bough above them.

“Cool?” Mista replied, still not quite grasping the significance of the plant above him.

“Mista,” Girono tried his best not rub the palm of his hand into his eyes, “its tradition that when two people stand under the mistletoe-”

“MISTLETOE???” Giorno’s little speech was cut short by the materialization of the Sex Pistols. Six little voices all chiming in over the other, flew up to the mistletoe above the boys.

“Guys!! This stuff tastes GOOD!” Exclaimed number 2. Immediately all of the pistols were stuffing their faces with the green leaves.

“Mistaaaaa these don't taste so good! They hurt my tongue!!” Cried number 5.

“Uh then don't eat anymore?” Replied the still very confused gunslinger.

“But i'm so hungryyyyy” whined the small pistol.

“I don’t know what to tell ya. All the food is in the other room and its more than a little occupied at the moment. Right?” He looked to his side expecting a response from Giorno but the blond boy just stood there, mistletoe sprouting from his little donut curls

“Whaa-” Mista was flabbergasted just staring at Giorno as a small smile crept across his face. But then, the Pistols noticed.

“GIORNO MADE MORE”

“YUMMY”

“GIVE ME A BITE”

“NUMBER SEVEN STOP AND SHARE”

With a flurry of pushing and shoving the pistols clambered over each other fighting to the best seat in Giorno’s hair to eat the mistletoe.

Girono’s faint smile gave way to honest laughter as he felt the little pistols tickle his head and eat the mistletoe he put there for them. He nearly doubled over laughing at their little reactions, but he didn’t want to disrupt them.

Mista on the other hand, blushed profusely, and was having a difficult time controlling his stand.

“Hey! Guyssss stop messing with Giorno! You’re going to ruin is hair!!” He whined to his Pistols, afraid to physically pull them out and cause more damage.

Giorno grinned, “I don’t mind, they’re rather cute.”

[kz-i-co]

Home Alone

Request: "Jinhwan is her step-brother and while her parents was out, Jinhwan kept on teasing her and touching her for his favorite parts. The Jinhwan carried her to her room and the room filled with moans in it 🙃."

Pairing: Kim Jinhwan (Jay)/ Reader

Genre: Smut

Warning: Very vEry VeRy Smutty. 19+ ONLY. I tried to make this story as realistic as possible but realistically this story should never be realistic O.O. ......Also I didn't describe their age in the story but they are of course 18 or 19 years old, Senior highschool age.

A/N: Before you all ask, I’m currently working on easy money, one reason, avpd, and a few more request lol. I have lots to do :) Please be patient.

Words: 3.2k

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"I can't dad I'm sorry. Mid terms are this week I have to study." You lied.

"But It's your Aunt's birthday. She hasn't seen you in a while."

"I'm sorry." You shrugged. "Christmas is a few weeks away, I have plenty of time to see her."

"Okay then I expect you and Jinhwan to be very responsible while we are gone for the weekend." His phone started ringing.

"Wait, Jinhwan isn't going?" Your eyes bulged out.

"Sorry sweetie. Hello?" He answered the phone as he left the room.

Why does he have to ruin everything? You wanted a nice weekend home alone rather then spending the weekends with your Aunt Somi's family. They were all over the place and you just wanted peace and quiet. But of course it was too good to be true.

....

"(Y/N) wants to stay home." Your father told your step mother. "She has to study." You creeped down the stairs overhearing the adults speak in the dinning room.

"Do you blame her. Last time we went to your sisters, it was pretty loud." Your step mother defended you. "Probably won't be able to study."

"I suppose. But do you trust the two teenagers in the house to behave each other while we're gone?" Your father continued. "What if they throw a party or god forbid, kill each other."

"Maybe some alone time they might get along for once." Your step mother laughed. "And knowing my son, he won't throw a party." You rolled your eyes hearing her. He really has his mother eating out the palm of his hands.

"What's so important he has to stay home?" You mumbled to yourself and went back up the stairs towards his door.

You knocked annoyed and he yelled 'go away' but you walked in anyway seeing it was unlocked. "What do you want?" He asked as he was reading some manga.

"Why are you staying home this weekend?" You asked as sweetly as possible.

"I have a hockey game."

"You aren't on the hockey team." You arched your eyebrows.

"Sure I am."

"How do you do it?" You finally got his attention. "Making your mom believe you are the perfect son. Good grades, athletic, well behaved. How will she feel once she sees the real you?" You sassed.

"A little lie won't hurt anyone." He smirked but then looked back down at his book.

"You're unbelievable." You crossed your arms.

"But you love it." He smirked still looking down at his graphic novel.

"You wish." You rolled your eyes and walked out.

-

"No more then two friends over for the both of you." His mother said. "We will be home Sunday morning. I expect this place to be spotless." She started towards the door. "And trust me, if you throw a party, I will know. I have resources." She gave that typical harsh 'mom' look.

"They get to stay why do I have to go?" Your little sister complained.

"Because the adult kids have important activities they have to attend." Your father spoke holding her closer. She was 12 and already at that age where she wants to be treated like an adult but you tried to tell her it's not all that great.

She pouted as your family left. "And lastly. Please get along." His mother said and Jinhwan put his arm around you sweetly. You smiled painfully as they left and once the door shut you immediately shoved his arm off of you.

"Why must you touch me?" You walked away.

"Why must you always pretend you hate me?" He replied.

"I'm not pretending." You grabbed a soda from the fridge.

"You're so cute." He said.

"Did you forget I'm older?" You glared at him.

"By 4 months, that doesn't count. Besides I'm taller." He bragged.

"You're a boy."

"That has nothing to do with it." He replied again.

"What ever. You better not be throwing a party." You marched upstairs.

"Of course not." He took out his phone texting a few of his friends.

...

A few hours later of silence, you grabbed a book and decided to read since you got some piece and quiet.

"What are you doing?" You groaned frustrated. Not even 20 minutes could pass.

"I'm reading." You answered with annoyance in your voice.

"You read? For fun?." He sat next to you.

"Yup." You didn't even look at him.

"Wow, you actually made me feel sorry for you."

"Haha very funny." You glanced at him but tried to focus once again as you reread the same paragraph for the third time.

He couldn't help but smile at your frustration. He thought it was cute.

"I'll be in the shower, if anyone happens to stop by." He walked away.

"You better not be throwing a party." You yelled after him.

"I'm not. I'm actually going to one instead." You heard him say his last words before reaching the top of the stair case.

....

As you were enjoying the sweet sound of the tv as you eyes were in a book, you heard a sudden knock on the door. You closed it, leaving a book mark in its place and got up retrieving to irritating sound.

You opened the door to see a tall guy with dark hair and a very handsome face. You didn't know any of Jinhwans friends or even cared. You figured he probably talked nonsense about you.

"Is this the right house?" He looked around the front of your house.

"You looking for Jay?"

"Yeah." He started to smirk.

"Wow, hes hooking up with the new girl, why didn't he tell me?" He walked in passed you. No one knew you were his step sister, not even his friends. You should have known, he probably didn't want to bother acting like he knew you. You were just glad you didn't get that special attention anyway.

"We are not hooking up." You quickly denied. "I'll go get him."

You ran upstairs to avoid him. You knocked on the bathroom door and heard no answer, so you decided to open it instead, seeing he was no where in sight. You went to his room and knocked once again. He opened the door pulling you off guard in nothing but a towel loosely around his waist and his hair a wet mess.

You couldn't help your eyes traveling down his toned abs down to his hip bones that lead to a place that you were happy was covered.

"Sorry um.....your tall friend is here." You closed your eyes and looked back up into his eyes. He was smirking at you with amusement from your stuttering.

"Tell him I'll be a moment." He lifted one hand off his towel showing how loose it really was.

"Right." You said and quickly left.

What the hell is his problem? Doesn't he have any dignity? Why did he make you feel so confused just there?

"He just got out of the shower so he will be a moment."

He nodded and you went to the kitchen about to decided on dinner.

....

"What are you starring at?" Jay smacked his friend in the back of the head as he noticed him eye gawking you.

"Isn't that (Y/N) from our history class? The new girl?" He asked.

"Yes. Now let's go." He pulled him to the door.

"Why is she in your house?"

"Her dad is friends with my mom." He only told half of the truth

"Ohh." He left with him. "Is she seeing anyone? She's so hot."

"You're not her type." Jay spoke.

"What? You just want her all to yourself." He pouted and Jay pushes him.

.....

"Yes the house is in one piece." You we're talking to your dad.

"What about Jinhwan?" You could barely hear your dad from your aunts house being so loud with all the screaming kids.

"He's out with his friends."

"Okay. I was so sure he would throw a party." He laughed.

"You see it too? He's a trouble maker." You smirked.

"It's fine hun. Don't stay up too late studying, you'll fry your brain."

"Got it, goodnight dad." You almost felt guilty for lying.

"Goodnight." As soon as you hung up Jay came in through the door.

"Hey." He greeted and kicked off his shoes.

He sat down next to you and helped himself to your soda that was sitting on the coffee table. "There's more in the fridge."

"I just sat down." You rolled your eyes at his response.

You tried to grab your can once again but he held it high above your head. "Really?" Then you tickled under his arm causing it to jerk down and spilling the soda all over you but mostly himself.

You couldn't help but laugh as the soda sat upon his lap.

"Was that really worth it for a can of soda?" He asked staring at you.

"Kind of." You giggled.

He arched an eyebrow and leaned forward putting the can back on the coffee table. "I just took a shower to." Then he randomly smirked pulling off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" You asked.

"My shirt is all sticky."

"Then go to your room and get changed." You complained.

"I can't drag soda all over the house."

"Hold on I'll get a towel." You said avoiding his shirtless torso. You quickly left and got a towel from the dryer. You handed it to him surprised that he took his soiled jeans off as well.

Your mouth hung open seeing him in nothing but boxers. You turned your back and was about to head up stairs, but he grabbed your hand pulling you back down.

"What's wrong?" He asked. "You were here first."

"That's okay. I might just go to my room." You said nervously.

"Why are you so fluttered?" He leaned closer.

"I'm not?"

"You are. Like you were earlier when I got out of the shower." He bit his lip.

"I'm just surprised is all." You avoided his eye contact.

"Why?"

"Jay please stop asking me questions." You quickly got up and headed for the stairs. He grabbed his clothes and placed them into the laundry room and followed You upstairs.

He knocked on your door and you chewed on your fingers nervously. Why was he doing this to you?

"I'm sorry, if I made you uncomfortable."

You heard him and slowly opened your door. You felt relieved that he was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.

"Yes im very uncomfortable." You leaned on the door behind you. "You're my step brother, you can't be stripping off your clothes in front of me."

"Its not like we are blood related." He leaned forward. "And I didn't do anything on purpose."

"It's still not allowed."

"So if we weren't related by marriage then what?" He asked suddenly.

"I- whaaa- Stop asking me weird questions." You whined.

He just chuckled. He looked down at the hem of your shirt and suddenly tugged in it. "You're all sticky."

You looked down at his hand. "Jay." You warned nervously. "We can't do this?"

"Do What?" He started unbuttoning your sticky jeans.

"This." Your heart was pounding out of your chest.

"I'm just helping you clean up, from the mess I made."

"Nope. I made the mess. It's my fault." You shook your head.

"You're right, it is your fault." He grabbed your hand and placed it under his shirt feeling slight a sticky sensation from the soda. "Since I only took a shower a few hours ago."

"I'm sorry." Your voice was soft as he guided your hand farther down inside his sweats. You gasped realizing he wasn't wearing anything underneath them.

"My boxers were sticky also." He said quietly.

"What is happening?" You cried as your hand rubbed against him. Once he let go of your hand to continue pulling your shirt off. You removed your hand placing them on his shoulders. He leaned forward placing his lips on your neck causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

You closed your eyes melting against his touch. As he leaned closer you could feel his growing erection next to you, causing shivers down your spine. You moaned in frustration causing him to chuckle against your skin and eventually move down to your breast. He left sloppy kisses on the outside of your bra of your left breast as he played with the other side.

You were so weak to his touch. You wanted to stop this but you couldn't. You couldn't get yourself to push him away.

You bit your lip whining with every touch he laid on you. He wrapped his arm around unclasping your bra, sending it falling to the floor. He immediately placed his lips back, pleasuring you once again.

"Jinhwan." You moaned as he grabbed your hand once again, placing it on his now exposed erection. His lips suddenly left your breast as they finally made their way up to your lips. His kiss was soft yet desperate. He had your hand swiftly jerk him off, causing soft moans to escape his lips. He tugged on your jeans again making the fabric loose around your ankles.

He pulled away weakly as you continued to rub your hand back and fourth. "Can we move this to your room?"

You nodded and he picked you up having you wrap your legs around his waist. He opened your door and setting you softly on your bed. He quickly peck your lips before moving down sliding your underwear off. He leaned down kissing up your thigh until he reach your already moist area. His tongue swiftly explored though your folds, causing moans to escape your lips. You have never been pleasured like this before. It was a foreign feeling that you couldn't help be a slave to.

You kept gyrating your hips up against his soft lips as your voice continued to fill the silent room. He held you down properly to gain more assess but the sensation couldn't keep you still.

"Fuck." Your fingers played with the short strands of his hair.

Your breathing thickened as you felt a unbearable feeling rise through. "Jinhwan." You screamed as he replaced his tongue with his fingers. "I-I'm-" Before you can speak you felt a strong pleasuring feeling overcome you causing you to tightly shut yours eyes and your toes to curl up.

Jinhwan leaned up with a devious smile showing upon his face. He loved seeing how weak he made you. He pulled off his shirt and pulled down the rest of his sweats.

He towered over you and looked down guiding himself into you. You moaned out feeling the sudden pain. He thrusted against you slowly at first, loosening you up but once he picked up the pace, you felt the pleasure all over again. He leaned down kissing you once again giving you butterflies. He pulled away as you both were short on breath and he picked up his pace, thrusting against you roughly.

You grabbed onto your bed sheets dragging the material to unhook off your mattress, making your bed more of a mess. Jinhwan groaned and leaned up and held onto your hips painfully to guide you to him at a rapid pace. The room filled up with many different various sounds. You felt more nervousness from your loud moans, to your bed screech's, to the slapping sound of your skins hitting against each other, that you prayed the neighbors couldn't hear. But on the other hand, you didn't want him to stop. You wanted this feeling to last forever.

He forced your one leg up to change the angle so you were more comfortable on your side, as he continued to thrust against you. He looked down at your connection feeling the pleasure instantly causing you to fall back weakly. Jinhwans movements slowed down giving you mercy and next thing you knew he was pulling out, jerking himself out all over your exposed stomach.

His breathing was heavy as he came down from his high. You glanced at the time to see how late it was and you felt your bed sink behind you. At first you were going to ask him to kindly sleep in his own bed until he pulled you to his chest as soft snores were already filling the air.

You couldn't help but smile seeing how cute he was. You turned off your light falling asleep not to long after that.

-

You had regrets sure, but you didn't know how to stop it. How were you so weak? You woke up almost convince it was just some crazy wet dream but you saw him sound asleep next to you. You opened your mouth about to speak until you heard the front door open.

"Kids?" You heard your dads voice. "Please be alive."

"Jay." You practically slapped him awake. "They're back."

"They won't be back till Sunday." He groaned.

"They're home early." His eyes bulged out with fear.

"What the fuck we do?" He panicked.

"You need a shower? Hurry and take one." You quickly threw on shorts and a t-shirt. You looked at the mess upon your bed and quickly pulled off your sheets.

You ran out your room with your sheets and ran to the laundry room, placing them in the washing machine. As soon as you stepped out the room your father caught you off guard. "There you are. How'd your studying go?"

"Good." You smiled nervously. "Why you home so early?"

"We needed to get out of there." He laughed. "So we had Luhyun fake a sickness."

"Really dad?" You folded your arms.

"What happened to my couch?" You heard Jays mom react.

"That's my fault, sorry mom." Jay was towel drying his hair. His shower was quicker then you thought. "I accidentally spilled soda."

"Why didn't you clean it up as soon as you spilled it?"

"Sorry I forgot." He looked at you nervously.

"What did you kids do all night? I hope no parties." His mom continued to ask.

"I went out with friends and she stayed home studying." He was technically being honest.

"Okay. Clean up your mess next time." His mother pouted as she went to gather some cleaner.

You pulled Jay to the laundry room quietly. "Last night never happened."

"What happened last night?" He smirked.

"Stop that. What we did was wrong and if they ever-" He cut you off placing his lips on yours. You were almost lost in his touch once again but you snapped back to reality pushing him away. "Stop. We can't."

"Okay fine, last night never happened. It was just your wet dream." He walked away.

"Um no, yours."

"No yours." He fought back.

"Yours."

"Don't you two ever stop fighting?" His mother said scrubbing the couch.

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Oops | gs

You ran to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, emptying your stomach, not caring that your older brother, Blake was standing at the sink, doing his hair. “Woah, Y/n, are you alright?” He looked at you.

“I’m fine.” You sighed.

“This is the second day you’ve done that.” He noted. “Do you want me to tell mum? She can take you to the doctor.”

“No. I’m fine. Abbie had a stomach virus over Christmas last week. Maybe I caught it.”

“Okay. Feel better.” He patted my shoulder as he left the room.

......

The next day, You rushed to the bathroom again. You went to your older sister’s room and saw her slipping her shoes on. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“Abbie,” You sobbed. “I messed up.”

“Hey, don’t cry. What’s the matter?”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“Oh...”

“Could you buy me a test?” You sniffled. “And don’t tell mum or Blake please, Abbie. Please.”

“Shh, it’s alright, y/n/n. I’ll buy you three. You need to take more than one for it to be accurate. I’m going out with my friends but I’ll pick the tests up and bring them back before I go.”

“Thanks, Abbie. I love you.” You smiled gratefully.

You sat on the toilet and studied the three tests. Positive. Positive. Positive.

“You bitch, let me in already! I need to shower! George is already here!” Blake banged on the door with his fist. You hid the three tests in your hoodie pocket and opened the door. “Good morning, little miss y/n.” He ruffled your hair.

“Morning, Blakey.” You reached up and flicked his cheek.

“Ow.” He glared at you before shutting the bathroom door and locking it. You ran downstairs and saw your boyfriend resting on the sofa. You kissed him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Hey, y/n.” George grinned and kissed you again.

“Hey. How was the train ride?” You asked.

“Good.” He said. “I see you’re wearing our merch.” He smirked at your hoodie. “What’s this?” He noticed a bulge in your pocket. You tried to shove his hands away but he reached in and pulled out the tests. He looked at them and his face went pale. “Y/n...”

“I was going to tell you, George. I just-“

“No, no, don’t cry.” He wiped your tears. “Do you want to keep the baby?” He asked. You nodded.

“It’s a part of you. And I love you. I want to keep it.” You said.

“I’ll be here with you then. I’m going to support you through this, Y/N.” He promised.

“But I’m only eighteen.” You worried.

“It’s alright. I’m making a lot of money from the tours and I’ll have plenty to provide for the baby.”

“What about Blake?” You remembered.

“It took him so long to finally accept us as a couple.” George sighed.

Blake came downstairs and said hello to George. “Why are you crying, y/n/n?”

“Nothing. George just told a really funny joke.” You lied.

“George,” Blake started. George looked at him nervously. “Have you ever heard of using a fucking condom, mate?”

“What?” George choked out, coughing a few times.

“Y/n, you left the pregnancy test box in the sink.”

“Blake,” you felt yourself tearing up again, scared of his reaction. “It was all my fault. I-“

“Y/n, it’s my fault. Are you fucking crazy?” George asked. “Blake, I’m sorry, Okay? Y/n said she wants to keep the baby so I’m going to be here for her the whole time. I’m not leaving her side.”

“What happens when we go on tour and she’s stuck here with your baby?” Blake was obviously trying his hardest not to scream.

“I... She can go to my parents house. My mum can help her. And she can bring the baby on tour with us for a little-“

“Y/n, are you sure you want to keep it?”

“Blake, it’s her choice. She already decided.” George said.

“I’m sorry. Y/n, I’ll be here for you just like George, Okay? Anything you need, if George isn’t here, I’ll help you with anything.”

“Thank you, Blake.” You hugged him.

“I honestly thought you were going to kill me. I mean... I got your younger sister pregnant, mate.” George sighed in relief.

“I called Abbie and told her before I came downstairs and she told me that if I flipped out she would burn my guitar.” He admitted.

“And that’s why I love Abbie more than I love you, Blake.” You laughed. No one was better than your older sister.

“But who took you to Disney world, Y/n? I’m the better sibling.” Blake frowned.

“George took me.” You laughed.

“But it’s my band too! Ugh.” Blake shook his head. “You better name your baby after me and not Abbie.”

“We’ll see.” George chuckled.