#its just MHMMM such a good fit. so so good.

[pirateswhore]

YES YES YES YES

listen I love the "foretold in the stars" type of TL but but but. "never meant to succeed but never giving up either" TL is SO MUCH BETTER. SO MUCH

and not to,,, bring Shakespeare back into the cs discourse, but I'm thinking. I'm thinking of "Phoenix n the Turtle."

it doesn't talk about the usual "two parts of one soul that was split apart" concept of TL that you so often see, BUT RATHER 2 souls, made separately and independently of one another, CHOOSING each other and choosing to fuse into one. defeating the odds so that even reason itself was amused and surprised by their love. BENDING FATE AND REASON FOR THEIR LOVE. CHOOSING TO DO SO.

SEE I LOVE 5x20 because. ouat leans so heavily on the concept of true love as the GREATEST magic of all. two people who love each other so strongly that impossibility itself is reduced to ash, just because of how much they want to be with each other

but the concept of true love, in a romantic way, is often thought of in modern stories as of. two people predestined to be with each other. and it's something ouat has leaned into as well, with oq most prominently (but other couples as well)

and that interpretation of tl can be fun but idk. i think there's something about two people choosing each other regardless of what a predestined story might have had in the cards for them. and that being JUST as valid as all other kinds fo tl

so i really liked that cs's tl confirmation was uncertain. emma and killian really didn't know if their love was one of the pretold greatest of all time or the like. they just knew they loved each other and were willing to bet everything on that.

and so that was their test. choosing each other no matter what. and i think that's it.

emma and killian weren't a couple who against all odds were destined to find each other. they were two people who managed to love each other so deeply, that they twisted and bended fate itself to allow them to be together.

so what if they weren't destined for each other? so what if they were doomed to be apart, even? how could two people who love each other that much have their bond be anything but true?

[grimesgirll]

it’s rare that rick is home with you in the middle of the day. 

typically, the group leader was off on a run, an errand, or dealing with the duties that came with being constable. but not today! today he was home. you’d even woken up to him beside you, a rarity.

you’d woken up with his taut arms wrapped around you and a nose nuzzled into your neck. the urge to stay overwhelms you but you’ve got to put together some breakfast. you’re slipping out of bed when you feel two arms drawing you back.

“where are you goin’? i thought we were sleeping in today.”

“you never sleep in.” you reminded him.

“except for’ today.” he exhaled into your hair, reaching a hand up to play with one of your french braids. “morning, silly girl,” he greeted, traveling his hand up to cup one of your breasts.

you gasped, breathing deeply as he increases the pressure. “doesn’t seem like you wanna sleep.”

“nope.” the sheriff answered, popping the p. 

god, you wished he could be home every morning to have you squirming. he plunged a sticky finger into you. “another one, please.”

“since you asked so nicely.”

you shuddered at the second addition. grinding back against him, he continued his peace signed shape ministration inside of you. 

“and since you’re gripping me so tight, why not another one?”

“ah!”

“that’s it.”

“mhmmm,” you droned into the pillow.

“feelin’ okay, silly girl?”

“so good, daddy!”

 you didn’t have to see his smirk. you just feel the absence of his fingers. your hips shift in anticipation.

“want me to fuck you nice and dumb on my cock early this morning, baby?” rick questioned with a cocky, sleepy grin. “want me to stuff you, silly girl?” 

your head was bobbing yes immediately and that’s all he needed to pull down his boxers and drive right into you. 

it doesn’t matter if you had a degree in molecular biology or rocket science before all this, you’re still rick’s silly girl. 

his lovely little housewife - the one waiting at home to get fucked to the moon and back on his cock. the same cock that had made your eyes widen when you first saw it. 

you’d never mention it to rick but shane had to really be something for lori fuck everything up with rick over him. yeah, lori thought rick was dead but everything afterwards? you would’ve been head over heels overjoyed to see your man again. 

that’s how you’d felt every time rick came back from a risky run. it was scary to imagine a time when he may not come home. you chose to put it out of your mind and enjoy the organ restructuring dick inside of you.

its owner couldn’t hold himself back from slamming into you on your side. there was never anything more relaxing for rick than being balls deep inside of you - well, maybe being down your throat. 

“my silly girl,” he breathed into your hair. 

it took you two a while to make it to the kitchen. it took even longer to make breakfast after you learned that carl had taken judith over to eugene’s to look into a telescope. 

with the house empty, rick gets to devote an hour to his favorite past time: fucking you against the counter. 

you and rick had stumbled downstairs in your pajamas but they’re scattered on the floor now. you lovers are too enthralled in grinding your bodies as close to each other as possible. rick is on a mission to shove his massive cock as deep inside of your tight cunt as possible. of course, it’s tight fit and a delicate dance of not blowing out your cervix.

the early shocks of your fourth orgasm of the day - second against the counter - make themselves known in a way you can’t ignore.

“you’re hitting all the right spots, rick,” you croon, gazing back at him all fucked out.

you feel him twitch inside of you. he can’t help but lose his mind seeing you so needy beneath him at this time of day. god, he needs to be home more.

“anything for you, pretty girl. you like this?” he lays a firm two fingers on top of your clit.

“mhmmm,” you confirm with a nod. 

your leader takes your murmurings as a go ahead to adopt an intense rhythm; his shaft delivering rapid fire contact with your spongy feel good parts inside while his hand strategically cups your clit. 

his solid length saws into you without any regard for your sensitive pussy. the dull pain pairs well with the pleasure as your clit is lavished in attention and your insides feel like they’re about to come apart around the thick ridges of rick. feeling him bare inside of you equates to pure bliss. 

because just like your cookie dough, you like it raw. 

“can’t wait!” you strain.

ugh, he’s gonna have you exploding again. you’re going to be blacking out for a split second and going soft brained. rick doesn’t need to pound into you to send you to a cloud higher than nine. it’s like you’re not even in the room - not even on earth.

last time rick had fucked one of those mind numbing, leg shaking orgasms out of you. he didn’t even stop for the smoke detector or the smell of torched green beans. he’d seared kisses up your neck from behind and without the will to hold out, he’d snuck you away from your task at hand - a green bean casserole - and instead fucked you silly next to the shoe rack.

he only broke the habit of fucking you through the smoke detector when carol told him off and he realized it was a waste of food. 

you’d both been embarrassed at carol walking into the kitchen to rescue your burnt casserole and discover you and rick disheveled coming out of the mud room. 

after a long day of bullshit, rick wants nothing more than to come home to the beautiful home you’ve made for them. to spend quality time in the home and spend himself in you; always earning a couple of releases from you in the process. 

“can’t wait!” you whimper.

“so you want two?”

you nod. you love when rick gives you back to back pleasure. he’s like the best at it. that is when daryl’s not bullying his way between your legs. 

speak of the devil, daryl’s trudging into the kitchen. figures. you and rick must’ve been so into it that you didn’t hear the mud room door. actually, that’s a lie. rick probably heard the door and just banked on you being too wrapped up in cumming around him like you are now to notice.

the archer is treated to the perfect display of your pulsing pussy as you gush all over the counter. he whistles as some of your slick dribbles down the cabinet drawers. 

“shouldn’t have expected anything else on rick’s day off.” he quips.

the brunette sex god playing chicken with your cervix just snorts, not stopping or slowing down the convergence of his hips and yours for anything. “shouldn’t be draggin’ mud through here.” he advises through gritted teeth.

“daryl,” you pant, overwhelmed by both the aftershocks of your climax and the prospect of mud on your floors.

“sorry, wasn’t very nice and clean in norfolk. but hey, we came here and back with fuel and MREs all before noon, so i wouldn’t be too disappointed.”

“i’m gonna make her cum four times before noon.” rick declares, hammering more frantically into you. 

“rick, slow down,” you pant again. 

“you good, honey?” rick checks in, stilling his thrusts to wait for your reply.

“rosita’s class really took it out of me yesterday. all the muscles are sore,” you complain, eyes watering a bit from your orgasm and the mild throbbing pain in your tightened muscles. 

“poor baby’s feelin’ sore?”

daryl confirms with a nod. “she’s not breathing and stretching like you should when she’s lifting.”

rick gives you a disappointed look. “maybe you’ll take a break from your weight lifting classes. huh, honey?”

you groan and pout.

“then you two need to help me practice kegels.”

“we’ll start now,” the sheriff instructs you. his hands couldn’t be cemented further into the curves of your hips. 

with daryl watching from across the counter, you do your best to remember the motions of a kegel. you squeeze. it feels like you’re doing so randomly but rick is bucking his hips again. as long as he’s not correcting you, it’s good enough. not like he’ll last long anyways. 

you’re irresistible to him, all hot and bleary eyed. 

like the time he fucked you up against a hedge at the community picnic. you two were tucked away in the woods of course but that didn’t make it any less naughty when you sauntered back up the hill and to your picnic blanket with cum inside of you. 

you look just like you did then. hair coming undone from your bedtime braids, tears threatening to fall on the countertop, and your pussy holding on tight and not letting him go. 

you expect to be empty once you’re done spasming around the thick rod inside of you and rick had filled you up completely. the breath is knocked out of your lungs when feel another cock take his place.

“daryl!”

“i know that you can take one more, baby. you love being stuffed one after another.”

“that she does,” rick corroborates.

the constable is in your view so now you can relish in the sight of him finding his clothes while daryl tries to do you in once and for good.

“fuck, dare’!” you wince as he pile drives into you from behind.

“sorry, baby,” he apologizes into the crook of your neck, lowering down and crushing you further into the counter. “just missed you out there. i never find anything as perfect as you.”

“mhmmm,” you babble and squeak in time with his thrusts.

“you really needed the pounding today? huh, hon’?” 

you nod your head the best you can for rick.

“almost there, fucking pretty little bitch.”

daryl feels your reaction on his cock as you shudder around him.

“you like being called a pretty little bitch?”

“maybe,” you stutter.

the auburn haired man fucking rick’s cum into you chuckles. “yeah, i feel how much you like it grippin’ me up so tight.”

“her pussy’s got a killer grip.” rick agreed.

“you ‘bout ready to cum all over this cock? you wanna cum? pretty little thing.” daryl huffs with each thrust.

“yes!” you cry out, tensing around his cock. “please, dare’!”

“silly girl’s gonna make a mess of your cock,” observes the peanut gallery.

“whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” daryl whispers in your ear.

truth be told, just the heat from his breath on your air had your overworked cunt going off like a sparkler around him.

“daryl, daryl, daryl!” you chant.

the panic in your voice is that of someone falling off a cliff but you’re just nosediving into your orgasm with your boyfriend spearing you on his cock.

the shuddering turns into small aftershocks and your legs eventually still as you bask in the post-orgasmic bliss you’re experiencing of the fifth time today. rick gives you a condescending smirk when he realizes the exact moment daryl’s cum trickles into you. you can’t hide how satisfied you are being so warm and full.

the man withdrawing from your spent pussy points to rick’s snack.

“what’s that?” daryl inquires, referring to the jerky rick is chowing on.

“oh, that’s the jerky i made!” you chirp, peeling yourself off of the countertop. “i’m getting pretty good at jerky. wanna try some? carol’s teaching me how.”

“why not?”

you pull a piece from the ziplock bag that rick holds out for you and gingerly pop it into daryl’s mouth. 

“what do you think?”

he shrugs. “i’d share it with dog - not entirely though.”

you slap his shoulder playfully. “i’m still a beginner. it’ll get better.”

“i think it’s great, sweetheart.” rick compliments, manhandling you to his side of the counter and help you step into your newly discovered sleep shorts.

then you’re being pulled into his lap despite your protests. “rick! i have to make breakfast!” you already had explained to them countless times before why you couldn’t cook topless.

rick and daryl share a look and a snicker before rick is locking you in his seated embrace and daryl is grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge.

“i got it, princess,” daryl hums. “you just take care of rick.”

“i wanted to make breakfast for you on your day off!” you complain, giving rick another pout.

he shakes his head at you. “you know where i want you on my day off, hon’? right here.” to solidify the point, he drags you down onto him, clutching a breast and attacking your neck with his lips.

“already?” you’re asking, punctuating the question with a ragged breath.

“oh, i can go all day today, sweetheart.”

[jasminsstories]

How finals week with Zayne by your side would be…probably:

gn!reader x zayne / fluff; just for fun, don’t take this seriously pls

will try to support you as much as he can, since he knows best how hard studying is

“I told you to start earlier than to cram the material in the last minute. It won’t stick in your long-term memory this way” “Zayne, I don’t care if it sticks in my long-term memory as long as I pass this exam”

“Come here and eat this before continuing”

Basically drags you daily to the kitchen table where he prepared healthy meals

“But why do only I have carrots in my salad?” “Because you need Vitamin B to stay fit for your exams” “Just say you gave all of your carrots to me, because you don’t like them!”

“If you continue to drink so much coffee, I am afraid I will see you in the ER soon because of arrhythmia… and I don’t want that” “Zayne, you can’t just hide my coffee machine!!”

opens the windows regularly to help you concentrate and makes sure you stay hydrated

definitely will try to lure you out for walks to get some steps in

“Didn’t you say you wanted to see the sunset?” “I do, I really want… but I have to get this done today” “Let’s go, you need some Vitamin D” *suddenly lifts you up bridal style* “Hey, let me down!!” *acts like he doesn’t hear you*

the more time passes and the deeper the night gets with every passing minute, you can’t stop yawning and rubbing your heavy eyelids; still you try to focus them on your bright notebook screen

“Go to sleep. You have to get enough sleep to function tomorrow as well” “I can’t afford to sleep now. Sleep can wait, the deadline for my essay won’t”

tries to get you to bed through various methods

first tries to make it less obvious and wants to make you jealous through your plushies

“Then Mr. Snowman will have to cuddle with me today..” “Mhmmm”

But quickly realizes that it doesn’t work and you don’t react to it

for his second try he sneaks up to you from behind and puts his hands on your waist, pressing a lingering kiss on the shell of your ear, whispering a tempting “Come to bed with me”

you try to stay strong though and ignore his attempt with the last endurance you have

the next time he comes up to your desk for his third attempt, he finds you asleep already, your face planted on the surface of your desk

he can’t hold back a chuckle and a fond glow is in his orbs as he gazes at your face; just looks at you for some minutes

carefully picks you up and carries you to bed, trying his hardest not to wake you up; whispers a “Good night, my angel” and gives your forehead a small kiss

tucks you to bed and will lay down beside you to watch you sleep

when you wake up the next morning you begin to panic because you weren’t able to pull the all-nighter you desperately needed to finish on time

“Breathe, Love. Don’t worry. You can do it, I know it”

“I look kinda like a Panda now with my dark circles, don’t I?” “Yeah…kinda. Maybe more like a raccoon”

when you are finally done with all of your exams and your essays, he will pat your head and smile proudly; “Good job, I knew you can do it”

with a relieved sigh you press a loving kiss on his lips

and now you can finally get revenge for the times he teased you

just the brain rot i have in my finals week. i am quite literally losing my marbles right now, so i needed some zayne fluff. did i write this instead of studying…maybe. i need this man so bad. actually working on a smut atm but since its been so long since i wrote one, it’s hard for me to get into the flow right now.

[sstan-hoe]

𝑰'𝒎 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — brothers bestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Bucky and you had a secret relationship that ended months ago, but there was an unspoken tension between you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, 18+, minors dni, oral (f receiving) denied orgasm

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — comment and reblog!, this is also a repost from my main blog @goldenthena and it's re-edited

You were getting ready for dinner with your boyfriend’s parents as your brother’s best friend interrupted you.

“You look lovely,” he comments, tipping his head to the side.

Avoiding his eyes, you retort, “I’m aware.”

He grins, chuckling, “confidence suits you.”

“Drop the flirty remarks, just hand me my necklace and get out.” You told him, your eyes focusing on your reflection in the mirror.

He arches a playful brow, “so needy.” You watch as he moves up behind you, attaching his hips to yours.

“How’s this?” his voice low, the cool metal of his fingers hooking around your throat.

Your breath hitches, “I’m not yours anymore. You can’t do this.”

He trails his lips down your jaw, “then why do you fit so perfectly around every inch of me? Why does your pretty little pussy feel like it was made for me? Why do you only make those sweet sounds for me?” he questioned you with a smirk playing on his lips.

His eyes met yours in the mirror, reflecting you both. Bucky’s right arm snaked around your waist pulling you flush against his broad chest. “Bucky, we can't—,” you stammer.

Bucky ignores you, he knows exactly the effect he has on you as he gently puts his fingers on top of your mouth, shushing you.

His other hand trailers lower down your body, stopping above your jeans. He opened the button and the zipper for easier access. Your breath hitched as his hand slipped into your panties.

“You’re already wet strawberry…all for me?” he rubs his fingers against your clothed core, making your legs squeeze together around his hand.

Bucky pushed your panties aside. A whine left your lips as his soft fingertips brushed your clit, “Bucky…you, you can’t do this anymore,” you try again.

His metal hand lightly squeezed your throat as the tip of his fingers entered your hole, it made you arch your back in an attempt to be closer to him. Something your body always wanted. You were desperate for his touch even months after breaking things off.

“Mhmmm, then tell me to stop, tell me and I’ll stop right now, leave this room and I will never ever touch you again,” he whispered against the shell of your year. His two flesh fingers curled inside of you, spreading your warm walls apart. His thumb drew tight circles over your clit as his middle and ring finger hit your g-spot.

You closed your eyes welcoming the pleasant feeling of Bucky devouring you. Head falling back on his shoulders you could hear him chuckle against your ear before he left soft kisses down your neck.

“I get the feeling you don’t want me to stop, strawberry?” Bucky teased you, but you didn’t care, you just needed him,  “please, please don’t stop Bucky” you begged him as you felt his fingers slow down and then instantly stop.

“Strawberry, you know better…,” “please, don’t stop sir,”

Bucky moved back to kiss your neck, sending chills down your spine, goosebumps now lining your skin.

“Good girl,” his hand returned to your aching core, going back to its previous movements.

A loud noise came from outside your door hinting that your brother was only two rooms away. Bucky retreated from you to close the door and lock it, making you whimper in response.

As he came back his hand covered in your slick grabbed your jaw, “so pathetic…,” he whispered before pushing you down on the bed.

With a dark look in his eye, he utters, “rub your clit,” your fingers slowly trailed down your body until they met the hem of your shirt.

“Sir, can you please take off my pants?” You looked at him with a pout and puppy eyes knowing he would do everything you asked.

“Oh, strawberry you know how to get me,” he admitted before discarding his shirt revealing his perfectly sculpted chest, he looked like a god. Bucky hooked his fingers in your jeans pulling it down and throwing it around the room.

His eyes moved back to your pretty pussy covered in black lace panties – the one he had bought for you – “You wanted to wear that? Were ya planning on fucking your boyfriend with the panties I bought you huh? You filthy slut.” He slapped your pussy causing you to let out a squeak.

“No, no sir I didn’t, I wouldn’t…these are only for–” a high pitched moan came from you as Bucky pushed you panties aside and two of his fingers inside.

A smirk graced his lips, he watched your eyes roll back the moment his fingers hit that spot, “I seem to remember you enjoy my metal hand quite a bit…” ‘quite a bit was an understatement, you loved choking on it, getting choked by it, getting fucked by it, getting hold down, everything.

Bucky enjoyed watching you fall apart on his fingers. He found it remarkable that he could pull those reactions from you with just his fingers.

“Yes, yes, sir, I’m coming, please let me come!” you begged him, Bucky let out a quiet groan at your pleading, “come strawberry, come for me and only me.”

“Sweetheart, are you almost ready?” a new voice came through the door with a knock, your mom.

Bucky pulled his hand away from you, leaving you with nothing. You looked at him with shock that he denied you your orgasm, “yes mom, I’ll be there any minute.”

You heard your mom leave before you turned to Bucky with a glare, “give me my orgasm!” you demanded to which he shook his head, “nah, have fun with your new boyfriend strawberry.” He got up, put his shirt on and left the room with you frustrated on the bed.

𝑩𝑶𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑾𝑶 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @xcaptain-winterx @georgiapeach30513 @alina02

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @sstanhoe-updates blog where new fics will always be reblogged in case you're not interested in the taglist as it has conditions

[mychlapci]

i think about overpan merformers far too much. just the idea of a tiny little scientist having a massive fucking guard dog of a merformer chasing and lusting after him is so appealing to me. like, overlord's spike can barely fit inside trepan's valve, it fucking pushes his plating out so far it looks like he's gravid and his valve is constantly swollen and stretched whenever overlord is done with him. he can't walk and just has to stay cuddled up to the big guy for hours before he can leave. primus forbid he gets eggs in him because there's no way in hell he's walking after that shit. he tries to stand and his plating is so warped and stretched that he literally just falls over into overlord's arms again

he tries to push the eggs out and he keeps overloading again and again and again and he's so exhausted that he nearly passes out when he hears overlord tell him he did a good job with the first one. he just straight up faints and overlord has to reach inside his pussy to coax the eggs out all while trepan's unconscious body twitches and overloads from the sensations. then once all the eggs are out, overlord fucks his spike back into that loose heat and the cycle repeats. trepan is no longer a scientist, just a little toy for breeding and cuddles. the other researchers suppose its for the best, the big guy is a lot easier to deal with now

-burnt ice anon

grghhh… i’m getting dizzy. Overlord forcing his spike inside of Trepan, tail squirming as he slowly begins to push the small little land-dwelled down, down, down, finding some resistance in the duct of his gestation tank, but he breaks it open easily, filling Trepan up to the brim, until his belly is denting out. Meanwhile Trepan is on his third overload, the big fat barbed spike managing to push up against every single one of his internal nodes and forcing them to throb with charge over and over again… 

I do like the thought of Trepan being obscenely swollen with eggs, his belly so big that he literally can’t lie onto his back or else he’d crush his goddamn spine… Poor Trepan, thrashing in Overlord’s hold as he keeps overloading around an egg that’s the size of his own fucking head, if not larger, gasping as he finally cums the egg out, his valve gaping open so wide he can feel water rushing in. When he faints Overlord just does what any good mate would do, he reaches into Trepan’s quivering valve, almost snapping the calipers with the girth of his hand, and he sticks his fingers into the duct of his gestation tank so that the eggs begin slipping out easily… Trepan’s cumming like crazy the entire time, quivering around Overlord’s hand, sucking it back in. Such a needy valve, that’s exactly what Overload likes about him, but his valve is far too weak, having had been ruined and worn out by the first egg, and Overlord can easily fight the mesh squeezing him in, forcing the eggs out one by one, until they’re all nicely deposited inside of their nest <3

mhmmm Trepan waking up stuffed with Overlord’s massive spike, feeling his transfluid pumping into his abused forge, and all he can do is moan weakly, his processor too fucked out after hours upon hours of constant overload for him to even attempt to fight.

With a mate by his side, Overlord is more docile, finally giving a break to the rest of the facility staff, who’ve decided that Trepan should stay in there. It’s good for the big brute, after all. 

[ayyyez]

At this point your ask box is like my second home on here lol

BUT since you're going camping irl soon, do you have any hcs for any of the haikyuu characters doing the same? Ex, who's the tent pitching pro, who can't be left unsupervised otherwise they'll get lost, who has never gone camping before and would much rather be on their phone, who's stealing all the good snacks, who's telling ghost stories just to scare tf outta the others, etc 😂

Thanks bestie and have fun on your trip <3

A/N: weeeeeelcoooommeeee~ to myyyy kitcheeeen we have bananas annnd avacadoeeesssss~ lmao but yeah honestly you live here now welcome back~ ehe I had fun on my trip so thank you and I am bursting with these kinds of hcs so I'm doing them now! (If anyone wants to see more with other characters feel free to send them in)

TAGS: headcanons, fluff, general, camping headcanons, teasing, petname: babe, suggestive content but nothing explicit

CHARACTERS: Miya Osamu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintarou

MIYA OSAMU:

The natural camper who looks hot doing everything without even trying. He just knows what he's doing and makes it look so effortless too.

Knows what to pack and generally already owns everything as he's been on camping trips before in his youth. Enjoys the outdoors every now and again.

Very good and getting everything organised and is very patient with everyone who isn't Atsumu so if it's just you two it's a calm trip to organise lol if not then be prepared for the usual sibling shenanigans of course.

When it comes to food he's got you covered. With meals he specially premakes dishes that keep easily in the cooler. Likes baked dishes too as well as some easy ones like his specialty onigiri—various kinds of course. Makes sure to include your favourite(s).

Has thermouses for hot and cold water so he can make you tea, coffee and get you plenty of water. Takes you shopping for snacks. Such a motherduck in that he makes you take healthy snacks as well as the snacks you want. Its what his ma taught him.

Will dead ass make you a baggie that has some carrot and cucumber sticks in it to make sure your eating healthy. Gives you a little bento for the road with your onigiri and other dishes in it.

Makes sure you two have the most comfortable mattress. The thing he always hated about camping was having a crappy mattress and hearing Atsumu toss in the night next to him.

Likes to be the one driving. Asks you to hand feed him food and snacks while he drives. Lets you pick the music and has you navigate him to the site. Likes to call it team work. Big sweetie.

When the two of you get there he gets you to pick out a good spot while he insists on unpacking. Then the two of you set up together. He's more than happy to take charge if you don't know what to do but he likes it to be a team effort.

Just watch him though he looks so hot reading over the instructions then sloting everything together. He's so soft and sweet when asking you to do things. Always with a soft smile. He's just always soft with you.

Everything goes up smoothly with Osamu handling it. Asks you to handle the mattress while he sets up the tarps and everything else. It's hard not to just stare at him honestly.

The man just oozes sex appeal and he's just doing his thing. Not even showing off on purpose. His camping clothes too. Those shirts fit his chest and arms nicely mhmmm.

Offers you water and snacks after. Gives you little kisses and nuzzles your cheek as a reward for all your help and hard work. He's just such a sweetie.

Osamu really thrives outdoors. Likes going on hikes but will keep them to whatever level you like. The Miya comes out sometimes and he'll do a little show off and climb a tree or jump in a river and tackle you in. He's still playful and cheeky.

If he's able, will offer you piggy backs, appreciates the offer if it's able to be reversed too. If not will offer to at least carry your things. Always offering you water. Sometimes the cheeky side comes out and he just squirts it in your face. Do it back and have water fight.

Loves cooking outdoors too. Feed him and let him feed you. Smoosh a bit on his face but expect retaliation.

Sleeping can get cheeky too. Peppered kisses over your face, tickling his hands down your sides. Sometimes you just have to pin him down and pay him back.

Camping with Osamu is a dream. It's all fun and laughter.

KUROO TETSUROU:

The man with a plan who takes you on the trip thinking he's going to be able to show off his skills but nothing goes according to plan.

The trip there is fine of course. The man is organised to a T. He looking into the place, booked the site, went shopping and bought everything well in advance. He's really paricular about certain things like that and likes things done a certain way.

As soon as the two of you get there though and it's time to set up (time for him to start showing off his 'skills' that's when things go well...downhill for poor Kuroo).

Now he's sure he's following the instructions for pitching the tent! It's how the picture looks! He wants to look cool for you! But tripping over the same pole three times is a bit... uncool (totally endearing because he cares so much).

You cautiously enquire a few times. 'Babe, would you like me to help?'

'No no no babe! This is my job I promised I'd do the hard work you just relax and take in the view.' It would have been hot if he didn't have a piece of rope stuck to his forehead—now it's just plain adorable how hard he's trying.

Another fifteen minutes of unsubtle cursing and you gotta put your foot down and confess you know how to set up a tent and 'Wow babe you've impressed me with your perseverance, all your heavy lifting was hot honestly but please let me help the process.' Gotta preserve his ego a little ya'know.

Especially since you get it up in another 10 minutes. He's a little pouty after that but not sullen enough not to be proud of you. He's just frustrated with himself.

He gets bit frustrated when his VERY carefully planned out plans don't execute perfectly. That's your cue to butter him up.

'Hey babe, you going to show me how you make a fire?' Stroke those arms a little and he's puffing that chest back out.

'Oh, you wanna see me showing off my wilderness skills ey?'

That gets him back in the game. He's such an adorable dork honestly. Now look this doesn't go to plan either because he's sure he packed the fire starter kit! He knows he did!

Ten minutes of frantically pulling out all the bags he FINALLY finds it. He's a little red faced and embarassed again and you can playfully tease him but make sure you talk up those fire starting skills too.

He's actually pretty good at whipping up tasty meals outdoors. Brings a portable cooker and hotplate type setup. Makes you hot drinks and snuggles up to you with a blanket. Brings marshmallows to roast.

Despite his little set up hiccups he's very good at packing. Remembers everything you could possibly need and more. Chargers, food, snacks and those little extra luxuries to make your stay more comfortable.

Is also smart enough not to camp anywhere too off the trail as to get lost. He's just a little clumsy when it comes to showing off because the universe always seems to be against him in that regard.

The best part about camping with Kuroo is snuggling in the tent in the evening. Doesn't skimp on the mattress. It's soooo comfy and the blankets are cozy. He's also just so warm and cheeky so it's loads of fun.

MIYA ATSUMU:

DO NOT I repeat DO NOT let this man camp anywhere that isn't an official site with phone reception or he will get lost and you will never see him again.

It's best in general not to leave him unsupervised because he thinks he can camp by himself but he forgets he palms a lot of the stuff off to Osamu so it's safe to say make sure you know what you're doing if it's just the two of you lmao.

Similar to Kuroo in that he would want to take you camping to show off his cool side. Wants to show you how he can rough it and set up everything FOR YOU!

He's been camping before a few times so he thinks he's used to it but once he gets there and he's setting up the tent that's when he thinks I don't remember it being this hard. And that's when he recalls palming off certain things to Osamu and he regrets his whole life.

At one point considers snapping the tent poles in half to make them fit because 'These damn instructions don't make any damn sense!' Yeah you're totally supposed to build your own tent by cutting it up dear.

That's the point you gotta stop him or you'll be sleeping under a tree. It's either you pitching the tent or giving up and going home (maybe a sneaky call to Osamu if you have no idea, he'll calmly talk you through it but DO NOT tell Atsumu lmao)

Atsumu's version of bringing food is bringing meat to bbq. He's good with meat and that's really it. You have to bring in the back ups and alternatives because that's all he's got. This man bring meat.

He actually almost forgot his phone too but he remembered it because he needed to use maps to get to the site lmao. He was so focused on making sure it was charged the night before he almost left it there charging.

Doesn't forget much in the way of supplies its mostly little things here and there and its remembered as the day goes on.

'Oh you know what I forgot! Tea Towels!'

'It's alright we have paper napkins we can probably use.'

'Oh shit! I remembered my toothbrush but forgot toothpaste!'

'I have mine it's fine.'

'Babe I forgot to pack extra socks can I wear yours?'

You snort. 'Sure! Did you remember underwear?'

'Ahhhhh.' There's a long pause. 'YES!'

Atsumu also has lots of activies planned. He's not amazing at it but he does like having a go at fishing. Does his best to teach you if you don't know how. Accepts pointers and likes you teaching him things if you're a pro.

If it's a hotter season he loves swimming in rivers or if you're by a beach, likes to go in the ocean. Bonus points if he can knock a volleyball around there. Even just having space to put up a net is great to knock a ball around.

Always remembers the bug repellent because he's not the biggest fan of bugs. Has those special sunglasses for camping trips. Its how you know he's on holiday lmao. It's a big dad vibe.

Honestly camping with Atsumu is fun either way and his forgetting things and clumsiness when it comes to setting up kind of becomes a fun thing in itself.

SUNA RINTAROU

He is not a natural camper at all. Honestly he would take a lot of convincing to even go camping in the first place.

It would have to be some version of glamping. Not literally glamping but his negotiation would be a location with a shower block and toilet that wasn't disguisting because he has standards.

This dude is NOT squatting in the woods only to get taken out by a bear or something. He just can't. He's already iffy about the tent like can't you two get a cabin at least? No? Fine but you're going and buying the BEST pump up mattress money can buy.

The tent is also going to be a spacious pop up easy to manage tent that this tall guy can stand up in because he's not walking around like an upside down L every time he wants to go indoors.

He's also investing in battery packs because he wants to have his phone in working order. And he's not using any of that sleeping bag nonsence. It's too sweaty. You’re bringing your nice blankets and sheets and pillows from home. He doesn't give a shit if they get dirty, he'll do the washing, alright?

The two of you do a big shopping trip before you leave to stock up on snacks. He really likes that part because its fun splurging on things you don't normally get. Picks flavours you like and things that sound fun to try.

'Hey we should get weird sounding flavours and try them on the road trip there.' He suggests. That's his way of trying to get into it. He also offers to drive because he doesn't mind longer trips. Also makes a playlist for the journey and one for the camp.

Once you two get there and start setting up he's very good about everything. Helps out with the tent since the two of you got easy to manage equipment everythings up very quickly. Helps bangs the pegs down. 'Huh this wasn't so bad.'

YES HE'S COMING AROUND! He also looks so cute in his camping clothes he bought. He went all out for you and threw together the most fashionable camping look.

Also insists on buying the best cooking equipment so you two can make good food. Doesn't want any of that packet, dehydrated crap. Wants noodles and rice and real food like meat and vege.

Isn't super into outdoorsy activities as a whole but doesn't mind low grade hikes and going for walks. Likes taking pictures of you and selfies of the two of you. Enjoys the trip because it's time together just the two of you.

If you went with a group of people I feel like Suna would be the one telling ghost stories to creep people out (ehem Atsumu) but if it's just the two of you then probably not

Stands by everything he was firm on. Especially when it comes time to shower and use the bathroom lol.

When the two of you go to bed he's like 'Aren't you glad we spent the extra money on THIS mattress.'

'Sure Rin.' You just kiss him so he shuts up.

'Hey, I've never done it on an air mattress before.'

Yep he goes there but hey there's not much to door on a camping trip at night so why not?

[miss-bronte]

Some Wolfstar fluff

It was already getting light outside; the first rays of sunlight stole through the half-drawn curtains into the interior of the room, where Remus stepped over a mess of clothes Sirius had left on the floor of his room at the Potters' with a clearly reproachful sigh. But he said nothing. Of course he didn't say anything. Instead, as he left the room later, he would surreptitiously and quietly cast a spell to clean up most of the mess, as if he couldn't leave in good conscience unless there was a bit of order.

Slowly, Sirius slid from Remus's arms into the bed, but his hands did not leave the taller wizard. Sirius's hands remained on Remus's neck, forcing him to stay close when he actually wanted to rise back up to his full height. But so he had to remain in a position reminiscent of princes who had fought their way through thorny bushes and vanquished dragons to now awaken the sleeping beauty with true love's kiss.

"You know what I wished for earlier?" whispered Sirius, looking straight into Remus' eyes. He was drunk, clearly. Despite everything, there was an intensity and fire in his gaze that hadn't lost a second of its power with any glass of alcohol. His fingertips tickled the back of Remus's neck, lost in thought. "By the candle on the cake earlier," he added explanatorily, his gaze still firmly intertwined with that of his own personal prince of the evening. "I had wished-"

Every other syllable, every other word - swallowed by Remus's lips, which were suddenly on his, smothering every sound, even the soft, relieved sigh Sirius put into the kiss as he returned it and reared back, towards Remus, because he never got his fill of him, never had enough of his closeness and his caresses, and wanted to get drunk on him like he'd been on firewhiskey in the Three Broomsticks all evening.

"If you say it out loud, the wish won't come true," Remus murmured softly as their lips parted again, and there was an embarrassed twinkle in his eyes, as if he had just been caught memorising and mastering the rules for all of life's affairs as a matter of course.

Sirius finally let go of Remus' neck, sinking back into his old cot and laughing. He didn't care that it was early and he was too loud, he just kept laughing before he choked out, but full of love, "Nerd." His dark eyes lit up. Happy. Happy happy happy, the word hummed through his thoughts, chasing the shadows away and pushing them back into the corners where they couldn't hurt him on his birthday.

"Did you have a good birthday?" asked Remus and Sirius nodded several times, his eyes already closed and seeking a comfortable position in bed. "Mhmmm." Sirius kneaded the pillow under his head and let out a contented sigh when it suddenly fit perfectly. "Best of all and my wish has just come true," he mumbled indistinctly and before he fell asleep, he could feel warm fingertips brushing the dishevelled strands of hair from his face and pulling a blanket over him.

[mpviggo]

Viggo easily relinquished his hold on Irelia as she doubled up in fits of barely controlled laughter. Of course she found the whole fucking thing funny; her with her insane idea of a bet. But he knew her, and knew all her little reactions. That was the only reason why he kept silent and waited for her to finish whatever act she was pulling. Because he had seen her react to his voice near her ear, felt her arch against him almost imperceptibly. All these years they had known each other, coupled with Viggo's feline instincts. He knew.

And so he watched her, those eyes courtesy of his connection with Bast narrowing as he studied her, like a cat with its prey. It was a good thing he didn't have said cat features too, for he was pretty sure his tail would have been swishing in interest at his study, ready for the pounce.

His silence was just as telling as her babble was, stalking closer to the petite demigoddess purposefully. Whatever she was doing in his kitchen, it still cost him, and he'd probably had to clean up her mess later. Later. For now he was determined to make her regret ever winning that silly little bet of theirs.

"Mhmm," he echoes with a thoughtful hum, not necessitating that ridiculous nyah with that sound. He smirks, eyebrow raised as if to ask are you done?

My turn.

Quick as a flash, he reaches for her again and trapping her wrists with one hand he tugs her in close. He starts to nuzzle her, not quite kissing, just the tip of his nose skimming alongside her jaw and that sensitive spot down her neck. "Mhmmm," He hums again, his deep voice rumbling against that soft flesh.

How about now?

we don't talk together

with @mpirelia

As far as days go, Viggo's was, for the lack of a better word, absolute shit. Being trapped due to a snowstorm wasn't exactly something out of his realm of his experience. In retrospect it was something he had done before. What he hadn't done was soothe a bunch of scared middle-aged people about a possible magical attack. He had done it, plied them with food and coffee until it was over. Now almost 24 hours since he had picked up his shift at Noona's, he was finally making his way home.

At least, that was what he was envisioning, a glass of scotch and his bed. Only for him to curse softly under his breath the minute he opened his apartment and felt more than saw that his night was just beginning.

"You better not have fucked with my ingredients again," He said quietly, knowing that the only person who could break into his apartment would be able to hear him.

[fenharel-archived]

I'm digging the 100% first person/no third person cutscenes even more than I thought I would 😔👌

[thithesandofferings]

So cute. I’ll devour you. 

%TITLE: So cute. I’ll devour you. 

%PAIRING: Perfect Cell x Reader 

%TAGS: MINORS DNI 18+. Size Kink- for both parties. Breeding (bcuz its Cell come on) Praise Kink. Top!Cell. Slight D/s themes. Oh a-alien. He’s an alien lol. Incredibly willing Fem!Reader 

%AUTHORS NOTE: Look. Apologies. I have nothing to say. I’ve always had a crush on him so.... also @nocoffeeorbreakfast​ one day I wont feel this kind of pain any longer. 

“Tell me how good it feels. Come on now. Admit it."

You can only gurgle out a reply as he drags his cock into your soaked walls. He doesn't intend to stop, and Kami, you don't want him to.

So maybe it wasn't a good idea to do a tournament clean up while an alien creature was laid out in the arena, “supposedly” dead. But this is something that happened all the time on Earth. This was your everyday 9-5. Well maybe 12-6am, but really who's counting? It also probably wasn't the best in hindsight to go by yourself either. Everyone somehow sick or just plain calling off, just so you could clean this by yourself. And so maybe, of course, with just a little foresight- you would've watched your surroundings and felt something big behind you as you went down to clean the rubble.

Maybe.

But you're not mad at the situation either.

He's cocky. This Cell guy. Big, disarmingly so.  And no, that wasn't a shiver that went down your spine when he'd croon that "it's okay, pretty, it'll fit. I'll make it fit."

And who are you to deny the alien?

"B-big, Cell ah- S-slow down" You try your best to press your hands on his chest to push him off of you, but that just makes him grin against your throat. Nipping at your jugular and marking you as his own. Doesnt really matter if you're trying to protest, not when he can just laugh off your attempts and grab both your hands- with just one singular hand.

How is he not tired? Didn’t he just fight a whole mass of people?

"Mhmmm, I am too big aren't I?" He's amused at himself when he asked, pushing his green tinted alien cock inside of you, smirk stretched on his face when he hits spots you've never dreamed of.

Cell is absolutely mesmerized by this mere human. The way you're taking his cock like you were made for it. Completely intoxicating when he leans back from your mating press, watching as hole squeezes his shaft, leaving a creamy ring at the base of his dick.

He uses his other hand thats not holding you down to grab your face, looking at your blanked out gaze and drooling mouth.

"Good girl, taking me so well." When you squeeze around him harder at the praise, he cant hide his surprise or a harder thrust that makes you moan louder than you'd like to ever admit.

"Yea? You like being my good girl? Hm?"  Fuck. He has to mind his strength. Never once has he wanted to devour someone whole and keep them locked away forever at the same time.

"I bet you'd look good being mine. My little slave to play with as I please". There's no stopping the growl that erupts from his chest when you reply with a meek "yes, an-anything, just keep fucking me please"

He wants to tear you apart.

Cell has to let go of your hand and jaw to bury his hands into the rubble, to ground himself, fucking harder into your wet little hole.  Kami you were sucking him dry. Like you never wanted him to leave. 

The sheer amount of glee crosses his features when you frown a little, knowing that there's a little bit of pain when he’s forcing his cock inside you. Reaching down and rubbing your clit has him overjoyed with the mixed emotions passing through your face. But your moans are telling. Gasping and wet, you cant even get a few words out without crying and clenching down on him. He may be a bit of a sadist, but how can he not when you're holding his shoulders as you try not to scream from coming so hard. Your back hurting from laying on rubble, but this doesn't seem to deter you at all.  Your walls tightening around him as you as spurts a liquid splash over his abdomen. He takes your hips and lift you up, only to carve out your insides just a little deeper, grinding into you to extend your nth orgasm.

He doesn't want a drop wasted. He wants to keep you and breed you until you can no longer speak.

You want to black out from exhaustion, but Cell is having none of that. Flipping you around on your stomach without ever leaving your warm insides.

"Ah ah, not so fast, you haven't taken all of me yet" You're absolutely weak and there's no way you can even protest, you just nod meekly and arch your back a little, making sure he sinks in further.

"That's my good girl" He bends down to whisper, mesmerized by the cream quickly gathering around his cock from his voice alone. You feel his hands grabbing your ass and pull you closer, making sure he’s in deep as he can go. You know there will be bruises on your hip tomorrow, his grip so tight as he lifts you up and just grinds into you, your knees hovering over the ground as he carelessly uses you like a toy. Stirring up your insides and making you melt. If you look a little too closely, you can see an indent in your stomach- and by the sudden warmth you feel pulsing through your walls, he must've noticed too.

He's so big that he covers you completely. And you wont lie to say that it doesn't make you feel safe. You know you wont be the same after the alien and that makes you just the tiniest bit sad.

"I hope you know you plan on coming with me. Your life is no longer here" And maybe had he not been holding you, cock nestled inside, keeping all of his come locked, maybe you would've protested. But you didn't. Good things happen when you said yes.

"That's right, so good and obedient. That will be rewarded."

You're kind of excited about how this night turned out. Maybe working with a nearby alien wasn't actually so bad.

Keke~

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

Ya lil’ Glasses | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,588

Summary: You and LaMelo Ball both attend UCLA for undergrad. Of course he happens to be that hype kid the class that’s loud with his friends. You both get paired up to do a project together for the class. He’s kind of mean and pokes fun and although he gets on your last nerve, you may or may not find him just a little tiny bit cute. Maybe.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, mentions of sex, female and male anatomy, orgasm control, possibly cliche, M/F.

A/N: damn forgive me it’s been a while since I’ve written smut, butttt I’m on a roll with writing lately soo that’s not stopping me. Let me know what y’all think ;) enjoyyyyy and happy reading

•••

You cannot believe you were paired up with Melo Ball for the most important assignment of this course for the semester. Yeah, it’s UCLA but they really just let any good sports player in and you cared about your education. He did not. All he did was mess around and crack jokes

with his friends in the class. Imagine acting like that in college, couldn’t be you.

When it came down to finally finding a time to work on it together, you could not wait to get it over with.

The first time you met with him for the project was in the common hall. You both settle down in your chairs and you pull out your laptops. As soon as Melo pulled his stuff out, he hopped on his phone.

“Can we just come up with an idea and be done today?” You ask, not really in the mood to ask for his full attention.

He looked at you before clicking his phone off and licking his lips.

“Yeah sorry, sorry, I gotchu.”

You cannot help but roll your eyes. He sits there in silence for a moment and actually starts shooting out ideas. You start writing them down until you finally agree on one.

“I think that’s a pretty good start,” you say, proud you guys at least got something down.

“I think so too. What you doing after this?” He asks, running his hands over his curls.

“Track practice at 4, shower, hopefully dinner after,” you say as you close up your laptop.

“You run track? Running is gross,” he laughs.

“How you gonna say running is gross when all you do is run up and down the court?” You ask, a little too loudly, someone shushes you and you both crouch down and begin whispering.

“Basketball is more than that,” he shot back, “you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh here we go, you all say that,” you respond, flicking your wrist at him.

“You all?? What that mean?” He asks.

“As in all the basketball players,” you laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you let me know when track become a real sport,” he fires back.

“It is!” You slam your fist on the table and he smirks, as if he is happy to get you all riled up.

“Mhmmm,” he replies.

“Over this conversation,” you say, getting up and throwing your backpack over your shoulder.

“When you trying to meet next?” He asks calmly, standing up close in front of you. You were looking up at him now, him being more than a foot taller than you made you feel small.

“I’m free all afternoon Wednesday, my class ends at 12:45p.m.”

“You would know when your class ends, nerd.” He responded.

You cock a brow at his attempt at a roast.

“Shut up,” you responded.

“Wednesday at 2p.m. Your dorm. How’s that sound?” He smiles.

“That works,” you shrug. He smiled at you before walking away. You both go your separate ways.

Wednesday came around quickly. Your head hurts today, so you decided to put your glasses on instead of wearing contacts. Even though you knew that would not help you deal with Melo’s bs. He was extra unfocused today.

“How was your dayyy?” He asked as he walking into your dorm room. He looked huge walking through the door it was kind of funny actually.

“Fine, and yours?” You ask, feeling obligated to do so since he asked you first.

“It was alright, better now that we are here working on our project together bestie,” he jokes, plops himself down on your bed to make himself comfortable. You sat on your desk chair facing him.

You caught up with a couple ideas and worked on some your work, actually getting something done, for now.

You had to show each other your screens, so you awkwardly sat next to him on the bed. He sat up. The two of you now with your backs up against the wall and feet hanging off the bed. You sit in silence for a moment.

“I like ya lil glasses, can I try them on?” He asked, smiled and looking in your direction now.

“N-“ before you could answer, he already swiftly pulled them off your face and put them in his anyway. You roll you eyes.

“Do I look smart?” He asked with the cheesiest smile on his face.

“You look stupid,” you reply coldly, although you secretly kind of liked how they looked on him. They fit his face well.

“I think you’re mad they look better on me,” he replied with a scoff.

“You’re sooo annoying,” you reply. Surprisingly feeling yourself fight a smile. “Can you focus please?”

He does the opposite of focusing, eyes looking around your dorm room for a moment.

“Have you ever had sex with a guy? Are you even straight,” He asked, catching you off guard. You took full offense to his question. Not because of him questioning your sexual orientation, but rather him thinking that was his business.

“That’s a personal question,” you respond quickly.

“Seriously? You have this single dorm all to yourself. You don’t even use it to its full benefits. You know how many girls I’d be bringing over if I lived in a single,” he tossed his pencil up in the air and caught it as he spoke.

“I’m here for my sport and to learn, not everything in college is about seeing how many people you can have sex with, Melo.” You responded, typing away at your computer.

Melo slowly lifted your computer off your lap, placing it on the opposite side of him.

“Hey-“ you reach out your hand to it. The room suddenly feeling a lot smaller than it was now that his face was right next to yours and you had nothing to do to keep your hands busy.

“Have you ever even kissed a guy?” He asked, you loosen up at his tone, which oddly enough seems a bit more sincere now.

“Um, no, no actually I haven’t,” you responded quietly, looking down on your lap.

“I don’t believe that.” He responded. “Stop lyin.”

“It’s true,” you shrug, throwing your hands up in defeat.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiles, making your heart skip a beat or two, but you’re usual chatterbox brain was too nervous to agree.

“Beauty standards have nothing to do with the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone yet. I simply choose not to settle-“

He cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck with his large hands and pulling you in for a kiss. It lasted for what felt like forever but it was only about 10 seconds. Although you were surprised, you did not want to fight it, and you even found you hands settling on top of his shoulders before he pulled away.

You stared at him for a moment, wondering what in his right mind made him want to do that.

“Anyway, I’m ready to focus now,” he smiled, got up and sat in desk chair you were sitting in first.

You sat there eyes wide, trying to process what just happened.

“Um.. yeah… yeah okay,” you say slowly.

You sat there and decided to not acknowledge what just happened as well. Trying to focus on your work, you could not help by to continue replaying that moment in your head. The kiss on repeat for a while. A couple days even. You saw him in class and he was so nonchalant about it. It started to bother you.

It took everything in you not to ask him about the kiss. Not wanting to seem desperate but at the same time what the fuck. That caught you off guard completely.

The next time you too worked together, you worked in his dorm. His roommate was in there with you guys, engaging in the occasional conversation with the two of you.

This time, you actually cared about how you looked, wearing a little make up and wearing a floral sundress that stopped midway on your thighs.

When you walked up to the door, Melo looked you up and down for a moment before letting you in. He had shorts on with no shirt. His athletic build made your cheeks turn hot and look at the ground quickly.

“Welcome in,” he gestured. You walk in and it looks just as you thought a guys dorm room would look like. A damn mess.

You watched him with his back turned as he stood by his closet of clothes, muscles taut as he pulled a new shirt over his head.

You shuffled to get your stuff of your backpack out before he caught you staring and got to work.

His roommate was cute, and you did not care that you were flirting it up with him right in front of Melo. He kissed you with no explanation. You were determined to figure out why.

“Alright, I’m heading to the gym,” his roomie stated and you smile.

“Have funn,” you reply. You watch him walk out the door, looking down at your lap to flatten your dress then look back up at Melo. His face very clearly annoyed and unamused.

“What?” You smirk, asking in an oh-so innocent tone.

“It’s nothing,” he shook his head in response.

“Oh yeah?” You ask. “You sound a little pressed.” You push, big smirk on your face as you spoke.

“I’m good,” he replied coldly.

You confidently put your hand on his shoulder and replied. “Okay,” in a sarcastic tone.

He was not fucking with that. He pulled your arm down from his shoulder and pulled you into a kiss, this being your second time feeling his lips on yours. This one was more intense. You remember thinking of his lips and how they felt from the last kiss. Feeling them again made your heart pound with excitement.

“Shut up and don’t make me admit to jealousy,” he said through gritted teeth. “I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

His hands gripping the back of your hair and he spoke, eyes bouncing from your eyes and lips.

“Hmmm, I think you just did,” you nod your head and shrug your shoulder. He was not having your sarcastic tone. He pulled you closer to him, this time he was laying down and you were sitting top of his lap. He refused to break the kiss, hands from down your neck to your lower back.

In your mind, you were strategically making sure you were right on top of his dick. His lips felt so good to feel again. You were so lost in the heat of the moment now, as he began using his tongue in your mouth, you let out a small moan for the first time.

He let go of the kiss for a moment and smirked.

“I wanna hear your beautiful moans,” he admitted, voice deep and full of lust.

He flipped you over and now your body was underneath him on his bed. You lied down flat on your back. He hovered himself over you.

Kissing you a couple times more, before kissing his way down your neck and stopping at your breast.

“You knew what you were doing wearing this shit,” he stated sternly.

You roll your eyes, “shut up.”

“You gon stop giving me that smart mouth,” he replied, smirk on his face before making his way down further. Your heart beating even fast now. He lifted up your dress to find you only in a thong.

He quickly looked up you with a smirk on his face, shook his head and carried on. Yanking your panties off, his lip made their way to your clit like a magnet.

You moaned softly at the pleasure, in fear that someone might hear the two of you.

“What if he comes back?”

“I don’t give a fuck, he could watch,” his voice low and eyes hooded, way too focused at the task at hand to even look at you.

Licking and teasing at your folds, you feel yourself getting closer due to all the tension you had built up since you arrived to his dorm, your mind flashing the sight of him when you walked when he was just no shirt on. His dick print very clear through his shorts.

As you felt yourself getting close to the edge, he stopped, and looked up at you.

“Whyyy,” you groaned put your hands over your face in frustration.

“Because, you was talking all that shit,” he said with one finger in your folds as he rubbed it slowly.

“Please,” you said and his surprised eyes look into yours.

“Nope,” he smirked. Now you were not having it.

You reach down to his shorts and very clearly feel his hard member. You looked up at him with pleading eyes as you began to rub it slowly.

He leaned down and started kissing your neck. You and him both knew he did not want this to stop, and he was fighting with every ounce in his bones not to rip your dress off and fuck you right then and there.

But you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Then it’s my turn,” you smile, pushing him off you and getting down on your knees on the side of his twin sized bed.

Knowing you have never done this before, you were slightly worried you would not be that great at it. You moistened your mouth as you pulled his shorts down, you did not have anything to compare his size to, but you were guessing it was bigger than average.

You admired it for a moment before taking it into your mouth. You heard him suck in his teeth as you took a few licks.

“What’s the matter?” You ask innocently looking up at him through your lashes while you swirled your tongue around the tip.

He bit bottom lip threw his head back, you knew that no answer meant that shit was hitting.

“Keep doing that shit with your tongue,” he groaned quietly.

You keep going at it for a while, and stopped when you felt him starting to thrust into your mouth.

“That’s it,” he groaned as he pulled you on the bed, you watched as he began to slowly push himself inside of you, wincing at the pain, he went slow and you warmed up. He looked so good while he stroked you. You started to feel better and better. He watched you as you took all of him now and proudly.

“I told you to stop talking all that shit,” he groaned.

“I don’t regret it,” you smirk.

“You bout to,” he stated as he began to speed up the pace.

You moaned louder as he continued to thrust into you. You could not believe this moment was actually happening. Him giving into it fed into your pride.

You watching at he admired every ounce of body, gripping and tugging at your soft spots. He held your hips as he picked up the pace.

He pulled out and finished himself off on your stomach. You lay there feeling a mess, he gets a towel and you guys get yourselves together throwing the occasional smirk at each other.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” he stated, grabbing your neck and kissing you slowly. You smiled into the kiss.

“I’ll do it again,” he confirmed, both hands holding your face as he kissed you hard, tonguing you down.

“Chillll,” you laugh. “Let’s get this damn assignment going already.”

[noodles-n-soba]

May I treat you?

You and Thoma meet outside and end the night with a cute diner where some things come to light..

Characters: Y/n, Thoma

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'Excessive abilities, how are you even doing that!?' Startled your polearm flew out of your hands, you turned around immediately as your weapon clashed with the stone pavement under your feet. '... You startled me..' You answered, turning back and walked towards your loyal companion who was now waiting to be returned to its owner.. When you grabbed it, you felt just a little saver.. His eyes widened as he quickly approached you.

'Im so sorry! Are you okay..? You surely didn't cut or hit yourself right..?' He placed his hand on your shoulder, gently grabbing your wrist with his other and rotated it to look for any cuts or that kind. Your cheeks instantly heated up as you rolled your eyes, pursing your lips slightly. 'Thoma, I'm okay.. Don't have to worry, I'm not that clumsy..' You answered flustered, the guy made sure there was really nothing before letting you go.

'Well.. I know you a bit too well! You tend to accidentally harm yourself, even if you're all gracious while fighting..  Here and there you have some rough edges...' He said, hands placed on his back. You raised her eyebrows, a squint followed as you softly pushed the guy away by the shoulder. He laughed in response and kept on following you. While the two of you talked the sun slowly but surely started to set, sinking into the lonely waters of Inazuma. Once you noticed this, Thoma stopped talking and took your hand. 'Soo, what if you actually.. Come over to the Tea house and I'll treat you to a nice diner..?' He offered, bowing down slightly as he held your hand up high. You blinked a few times. 'But you said that the last time would the final time you would treat me..? Don't get me wrong, I would love to have diner with you! But let me treat you once instead!' You said, a smile on your face. To this Thoma wildly shook his head, reminding you even more of a cute dog who was following you around all day instead of a boy. 'No way.. I won't let you pay??' He responded, eyebrows slightly furrowed. A soft grunt escaped your mouth as you glared to him, looking to the side eventually. 'Alright...' With a soft cheer he pulled you closer, turning around and knelt down a bit. 'Right! Jump on my back (y/n)-chan!' Startled as hell you gazed at him, the amount of sheer confidence out of nowhere and random actions--.. Lord-.

'I- I'm.. Ergh..' Without hesitating any longer you hopped on his back, and as if it was nothing.. He ran off to the Tea House.

'Ordering this bottle of Sake was quite a fine idea.. Dontcha think! It's super high quality and stuff..' Thoma notified, you stuck out your tongue for a bit as your eyes lazily followed the movements of his hand. 'Mhmmm..' You surely took your sweet time answering, taking another piece of meat from the hotpot you two had created throughout the evening. 'Also! Butterfly.. Hows training? I think I ACCIDENTALLY overheard a conversation about you joining the troops on Watatsumi Island..?' He asked, his voice sounded a little disappointed and sad. You instantly sobered up, an awkward silence forming in the room. 'Ah.. So you heard actually..'  You replied painfully, breathing in through your teeth. 'So it's true than..?' Thoma questioned once more, his everlasting smile slowly fading.

You didn't reply.. Just staring at the heat emitted from the pot, the food still boiling in it. '...'

'Well, it must be a giant opportunity for you than.. Joining the forces there huh? I bet they're giving you quite a high position, like commander.. Troup leader? Only that would be fitting for such a top level person eh? Ain't I right.. Hah..' He sadly looked down to the neat napkins laid out on the table, something unsettling about them.

'I hope they surely treat you good hm? Since you deserve the be-' 'I already rejected.'

Absolutely struck by lightening Thoma looked back faster than the Raiden Shogun's sword, only the element of surprise found on his face. 'Huh!?' He brought out, confused and dumbfounded. '... I rejected their offer, I'm not willing to get myself in trouble with a whole army...? And most important, I swore my loyalty to Mrs Kamisato.. Or Ayaka, if I am allowed to be less formal here. There's no way I will just leave the Kamisato residence.' You replied easily, Thoma blinked a few times.. But after that he fLEW over the table out of nowhere, landing right on top on you and hugged you as tight as possible. '(Y/N)! You're staying!? I'm so glad! So extremely glad! I was already panicking.  What was I supposed to do if you weren't here?? Gee!' He happily brought out, you could imagine a golden retriever tail wagging around.. But that was one of her last worries. 'T-Thoma.. I can't.. Breathe..' You barely managed to bring out, he quickly raised himself from your body and you finally got the chance to inhale.. And you surely did. 'Im sorry! I'm just so happy you will stay here..' With an awkward smile he scratched the back of his head, a blush dusted his cheeks. You sat up straight and sighed. 'I know.. But, you can be a little over-excited sometimes.. Nearly killing me.' You raised your head, reaching his in no time and gathered the courage to give him a peck on the cheek. 'But I like that..'

[plethora-of-imagines]

Tagged by @writer-deann

Aww thanks for tagging me! I always mean to do these when I get tagged but its not super often.

The Moon Knight snippet is my most recent but I did want to share a snippet from the first 13th Doctor fic Ive worked on in a long while. It should be posted sometime this month since it fits whumptober well.

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip and tag whoever you want. Make a new post, don't reblog.

Moon Knight:

He was so deep inside of you, finally you felt so full. Just like you had needed. Head thrown back against him. Gasps and attempts at words leaving your wide open lips.

“Good girl, my perfect reward. Your pussy was made for my cock to fill you up. Gonna make you feel so good,” Marc’s rambles reassured you that he was just as pussy drunk as you were Marc drunk.

All three of them were so good at fucking you dumb just how you needed.

Doctor Who:

“Almost there,” she muttered to sooth you.

Josling you, she shifted you to one side as she attempted to open the door to your bedroom. 

“Little help here?”

Groaning you tried to move enough to help her with the door, but she moved to stop you.

“Not you, the TARDIS.”

“Mhmmm.”

@bit-dodgy-innit @how-masterful

[anonymous-tals]

Oops, I wrote a 5 page Mythic Quest fanfic instead of doing my homework...

I was bored so I wrote a story about if Brad helped David pack up for moving apartments.  This is definitely centered around mental illness/mental health whatnot but no specifics of anything are discussed.

TW:  Implication of eating disorders/disordered eating, implication of depression whatnot

Anyways, I hope the story is enjoyable.  I don’t know if it’s any good but I had an enjoyable time writing it.

The Move

 The week was coming to a close and Brad was finishing up his work for the day. Warm sunlight poured through the windows, indicating the sun was setting.

“Hey, Brad!” Brad turned to see David standing in his doorway. “Can’t wait for tomorrow!” Looking around cautiously, Brad stood up and walked over to David.

“Let’s keep this under wraps, ok? I can’t have anyone thinking I’m a nice person.”

“Well, I think you’re a nice person!”

“Shut up. Just keep this on the down-low. I just needed an excuse to get some activity of sorts in.”

“Packing up for a move can be quite exhausting. Make sure to have a good breakfast. Or, even better! I’ll make us breakfast! How do you feel about pancakes?” Brad rolled his eyes before walking back over to his desk.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, David.”

“I’ll take that as a yes on the pancakes.” David walked away, cheerfully while Brad sighed, going back to work.

… 

Ding dong! It was exactly 10:00 a.m. when David heard the doorbell to his apartment sound out. He rushed over to the panel and pressed the speaker button.

“Brad, is that you?”

“Who else would it be?”

“Well, sometimes it’s people trying to convince me to join their religion but I just ignore them-”

“That was a rhetorical question, David. Let me in.”

“Ok. I’m in room 203.”

It was about a minute before David heard a knock on his door. He rushed over and opened it to see Brad, looking exhausted.

“You good, man? You look like you’re going to pass out. It’s only one flight of stairs.”

“I’m fine, David. Now, let’s get started.”

“Wait just one second there, bud!”, David said, rushing off down the narrow hallway. Brad peered down the hallways as sounds of clattering echoed through the apartment. Brad then turned to the rest of the apartment that he could see. It was a mess. A fire hazard, for sure. It looked like a mess that could only accumulate after weeks upon weeks of not cleaning. Suddenly, David rushed back holding two plates. “You almost forgot about breakfast!” Brad stared at the pancakes, not moving. David gestured one of the plates towards him. “Any day now!” Brad reached out and delicately took the plate from David’s hand. “Great! Now, how about we sit over there!” David pointed towards a couch in a small living room area that was quite cluttered. Books and knick-knacks were strewn about haphazardly. “Sorry, it’s not always this messy. I’ve just been trying to sort through things so everything is all over the place.”, David laughed. Brad was still staring down at the pancakes as an awkward silence filled the room. “Ooookay, then. Let’s go!”  

They headed over to the couch and they sat down, placing the plates on a small, magazine-covered coffee table. David carelessly pushed the magazines onto the floor. He started eating while Brad poked at the pancakes with his fork and looked around the room.

“You know, for not having food in your mouth, you’re awfully quiet!”

“Mhmmm.”, Brad said, acknowledging David speaking without giving him anything to work with.

“Well…” David tried to think of something interesting to talk about but he couldn’t. “Anything fun coming up for you?” Brad didn’t respond, now staring intently at the pancakes. “You can eat them, man. They are yours for the devouring!”, David chuckled.

“You know, I’m not hungry. Where’s your kitchen?”

“You sure? I have some other stuff if you want something else.”

“No, I’m good.”

“Ok, um, it’s right down the hall. The second doorway.” Brad stood up without another word and beelined to the kitchen, disappearing out of David’s line of sight. David could hear the sound of scraping followed by thumps and crinkly plastic. “You can just put it in the fridge!” Brad didn’t respond. David sighed before going back to eating his pancakes, Brad returning not long after.

“So, when are we going to get to packing up these boxes?”, said Brad, seemingly more energized than before. He had started bouncing his leg impatiently.

“Well, look who’s eager to help!”

“That’s what I’m here for. And I’m planning on catching a movie later so I want this all to be done sooner rather than later.”

“Oh, really? What movie? I really enjoy comedies. Like this one-” Just then, Brad interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

“It’s a documentary about cheetahs and their role in the ecosystem.” David nodded.

“Oh… Mhmm, I see. Interesting.” David sat there, unsure of how to continue commenting on that. Despite David’s clear lack of interest, Brad continued.

“It’s really interesting to see the ruthlessness of nature and the wild and how everything plays a part in keeping life evolving and growing and just existing. You know what I mean?” There was a spark in Brad’s eyes that David only saw when Brad got a good deal in a sale. David gave a small nod.

“Oh, for sure… Well, I mean, no, but that’s very interesting.”

“It really is.” Brad didn’t seem to acknowledge David’s lack of knowledge or interest in what he was saying. He was just fully lost in thought. Suddenly, he seemed to come back to reality, as if he was escaping from a trance. “Well, um, anyway, let’s get working.”

“Perfect timing, too! I just finished my pancakes. Let me just take this to the kitchen and we can get this show on the road!” David and Brad both stood up and David headed to the kitchen to put his dish in the sink. It only took him a couple of seconds but by the time he came back, he saw Brad was looking at himself in a small mirror that hung by the door. David paused before brushing it off. “Ok, let’s get this thing started!” Brad spun around, caught off guard. It was as if he’d forgotten that he wasn’t the only one here.

“Right.” Brad seemed a bit out of it, as he’d been not long before. “Where do we start?”

“I guess we can start at different sections.”, said David. You can start over there…”, said David pointing to the corner of the living space. “… and I’ll start over here!”, he said, pointing to a bookshelf next to the TV, not too far from where Brad would be working. “Let me get the boxes!” David rushed down the hall and Brad walked over to the area that he’d be covering. He noticed an odor growing stronger as he approached it. His nose crinkled as he peered around the mess. He suddenly came upon what looked to be a Chinese takeout box.

“I’m starting to wonder if he’s ever cleaned this place.”, Brad said to himself. David reappeared with two boxes.

“Ready to rock and roll?”

“Sure.”, Brad paused. “When’s the last time you cleaned?”

“Oh, very recently. As I said, I’ve just been sorting through things and-”

“Really? Because the amount of mold on this old takeout seems to indicate otherwise.” David walked over to where Brad was standing.

“Oh, uh… I must’ve, um, missed that. I’ll get a garbage bag.”

David cleaned up the rotting food and they both sat down to get to work. Brad started picking up items and placing them in the box. It was silent between the two of them. Brad would’ve spoken but he didn’t know what to say so he kept quiet. He placed things carefully in the box, using the space as efficiently as possible. He fit one last item in the box before turning to David.

“Hey, where’s the tape?” Suddenly, a puzzled expression grew on Brad’s face. David’s box was empty. He just sat there, tapping his finger on the side of the box. “David?” Suddenly, David jolted his head up.

“Huh, oh, uhh…” David picked up an item, pretending that he had been being productive the whole time. “The tape?”

“Yes, David. The tape.”

“It should be on the coffee table.” Brad scooted over to the coffee table and shuffled the items around before turning to David.

“I don’t see it.” David was quiet. His face looked tired yet he hadn’t even done anything yet. Brad sighed and moved closer to David. “You ok?” David looked at the ground and fidgeted with a coaster that had somehow made its way onto the floor.

“I’ve been trying to pack for weeks now but I just keep putting it off and putting it off. I’ve just been so tired and I can’t do anything but I’ve been trying. I want to do it but I can’t! I’ve barely had the motivation to clean, as you can see. Once I get home, I just am so drained. The thing is, I don’t even do anything at work! I just stand around. I’m useless.” David spoke quickly and his speech got shakier and shakier as he spoke. “I thought having a friend here would help me but I just can’t do it. I can’t do anything right.”, David said, flopping over and burying his head in his lap.

Brad sat there, watching his boss break down in front of him. He’d seen David have panic attacks before but nothing ever like this. Nothing this depressing. In an attempt to comfort him, Brad patted him on the back.

“Hey, man, you aren’t useless!” Brad paused. “I understand how you feel, though.”

“You do?”, David sniffled, poking his head up.

“Yes…and that’s as far as I’m going to go into it.”, Brad said quickly. They sat in silence for a moment, David sitting back up. His eyes were glazed over.

“You can just leave if you want, Brad. I wanted this to be fun but I ruined this whole thing.”

“I never expect anything I do with you to be fun so you didn’t let down my expectations.” Brad started to regret making that kind of joke but David seemed to find it funny, a small smile forming on his face. “I’d be happy to stay and help.”

“Really?”, said David.

“Really. Now, I’m going to go look for the tape and I’ll be right back.  You just relax and I’ll work on packing your stuff up.” David nodded before looking back to the box.

Brad searched around, eventually finding the tape in a drawer and grabbing another box on the way back to the living area. As he entered the room, he saw David still staring at his box except, now, there was an item in there: a book.

“Hey! Look at you go!”, Brad said, reaching out his hand for a high five. David weakly tapped his hand before going back to staring at his box. Brad walked over to his side of the room and started packing stuff up.

… 

Brad placed tape down on the last box before sitting back and sighing. He looked at the clock on the wall of David’s bedroom. 11:49 p.m. He stood himself up, placing his hand on the dresser next to him to steady himself. Yawning, he entered the living room to find David lying on the couch.

“I did it! Your stuff is all packed and ready to go.”

“Thanks, man. I owe you. Really. I can’t begin to describe how much this means to me.” Brad gave a tired smile. They were quiet for a moment. “You want anything? It’s good!”, said David, raising his plate of chicken, rice and mixed vegetables. Brad shook his head.

“No, I’m good.” David looked at him puzzled.

“Have you eaten anything today?”

“I’m just not that hungry. I’m not a very hungry person, David.”

“Yah… I know.” David looked at him, a mixture of confusion and concern was expressed on his face. Silence filled the room again.

“Well, I think I better head home.”

“Home?”, said David, turning fully towards Brad. “What about your movie?”

“Oh, it played hours ago. Sometime around 6. I thought we-… I’d be done by then.”

“What?! Why didn’t you go?”

“I don’t know. You needed help moving! … Shut up.”

“I’m sorry, Brad. If I had helped, you probably wouldn’t have missed your movie.” David flopped down onto his back. “I’m just a waste of people’s time, aren’t I?”

“Jeez, man. Calm down.”, Brad said, sitting down next to him. “You know how I am. If I wanted to leave, I would’ve left. I was happy to help, ok?”

“You sure?”, David said, propping himself up and meeting Brad’s eyes.

“Yes. I’m sure.” David smiled.

“You know, Brad, deep down, you are a nice person.”

“Don’t you dare repeat those words to anyone or else I will not hesitate to destroy you.”

“Got it.” Brad then stood up.

“Well, I’m going to go so…”

“Ah, yah. Goodbye, Brad!”

Brad walked over to and opened the door when David spoke.

“Hey, promise me you’ll eat something when you get home, ok?”, David said, with a smile.

“Sure… I promise.”, said Brad, giving a weak smile before it fell to a tired expression. “Bye.” 

The door closed and David let himself fall back down onto the couch. He looked around at all the boxes. His apartment was barren except for the furniture. Guilt from not helping still lingered but his appreciation and gratefulness topped whatever guilt was left. David thought about getting up and going to his bed but he was too tired. He reached for the remote and put on a random channel and lay his head down. Today was the last day in his apartment. The last month or so had been rough but David was just glad that the last real memory that he’d made here was not entirely horrible. As he thought, David slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

[mintbaby1012]

Jisung ♥︎ First Sight

You go to a bar and meet a handsome strager. Is it love or lust at first sight ?

Word Count: 2589

Warning: SMUT, uhhh impatience, dirty talk

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The handsome stranger gazing at me from across the bar seemed to be what I'd label a 'lust at first sight.'

I'd never been one to ever believe in such nonsense as love at first sight. I hated the prospect of it. The thought of falling in love with someone simply by looking at them seemed entirely delusional. People that preach 'you should never judge a book by it's cover' and then also believe in love at first sight are contradicting themselves completely.

It's ironic. Love at first sight is nothing more than finding a pretty face. How are you to know that handsome stranger isn't a stalking lunatic, or an uptight snob.

You may get a few days into the relationship and realise this handsome stranger is actually the opposite to what you want, and then a week in and you're already screaming in each others faces, but lust at first sight? Now that seems a little more realistic.

You find a pretty face, get too aroused to care, have a one night stand and then goodbye sir. It's as simple as that. No love, no strings, no attachments. Just a pretty face, and a hell of a night

I knew this stranger under the name Han Jisung. He was a music major in my university and lived in a dorm house with eight others he'd formed a dance and performance group with. They liked to call themselves Stray Kids.

I didn't really know the reasoning behind it, or anything in particular about him to be honest. Though none of that mattered, he was giving me the eyes.

There was no way in hell I was about to turn away when my friend had already abandoned me to go and make some memories with Jackson Wang in his room across campus.

Swiftly, the bottom of my dress brushed against my legs as I walk over to the man with lingering eyes. He smirks, coming forward to meet me halfway. He looks so flawless as he moves, like he's the centre of attention.

His lips curl when he's close enough to speak to me, "Hi. Y/N right?"

"Right." I confirmed, nodding my head before raising my glass to let the toxic liquid coat my tongue. He watched me closely as my lips move around the glass, and pout before drawing the glass away.

He seemed intrigued I thought. Leaning forward, he let his mouth move next to my ear, which made me shiver. They teased my lobe as his warm breath tickled the skin. "Do you want to dance?"

I didn't say anything, instead, I placed my glass on the nearest table and allowed my hand to be filled with his. It sparked like fireworks and electric in my bones.

Moments later, he pulled me into a space between crowds of people, but as soon as his hands were on my hips, it felt like no one else was in the room at all. He moved with me, holding me close. It was so easy, we fit together like a jigsaw piece and our bodies moulded perfectly, moving and hitting all of the right places to ignite and stimulate.

Sweat dripped down my body, it was hot, but perhaps that wasn't just Jisung's fault. The room was heated, lighting hit the floor and lightened people's faces with each colour of the rainbow. Some lighting strobe, others more constant and the music boomed from corner to corner.

It was amazing, I couldn't hear anything at all, because the music was loud, and people yelled drunkenly to their friends, but it felt right. Jisung felt right. My fingers teased the hem of his shirt, before slipping underneath altogether, adventuring his toned back.

At the same time, his hands locked in my hair, bringing his head down to kiss me.

The kiss was messy, which proved it was harder to kiss and dance at the same time, but it still sent blood rushing to my core. Letting his tongue flick my lower lip, it didn't take long before we found ourselves in a heated kiss. I pulled away once I could no longer breathe, his breath was heavy, and hotter as he blew against my ear. "I need to take you to my dorm room and have you before I die" he growled.

"That's very medically alarming," I stated. "We should leave to prevent such measures" he said bitting the side of my lip for a few seconds.

Smirking, he hurriedly pulled me away from the crowd of people and led me to the exit. I was curious as to what his dorm room looked like, but by the time I was pushed against its door, the thought had entirely left my mind.

Tearing off his coat as he led me into another rough kiss, he placed his hands on my hips and continued to hold me up against the locked door.

My clothes didn't stay on for long either and therefore were quickly stripped off.

Unlocking the door, he guided me to his bed and immediately pushed me back gently. Towering above me, his lips found their way back to mine, and the moment they met, he took control and dominated me.

Once we ran out of breath, he pulled back and left endless butterfly kisses over my collarbones. At the same time, he placed his hands on my breasts and allowed his fingers to flick over each nipple.

He was like a blind man using his hands to see my entire body. It didn't take long before mine were all over him too.

Rubbing his perfectly sculpted abs with one and cupping his dick with the other, his mouth moved down my stomach and began trailing kisses in a circle. Darting his tongue out a few seconds later, he sucked and let his teeth nibble thin parts of my skin leaving red and purple bruises.

Curling my fingers and taking clumps of his hair; he slipped out a quiet moan as his mouth then began to tease my thighs. It felt so good and encouraged him to continue manoeuvring his tongue, but, instead he moved away and returned to meet with my face.

"What? Why did you stop" I complained. He only smirked and flipped us over. I wasn't having this and roughly pinned his shoulders back, before sitting on top of him with my legs on either side of his bare torso.

"Inpatient much." He stated winking, as he panned his eyes down my body, licking his lips in a seductive manner a few seconds later.

"You love it" I responded sheepishly, and earning myself a nod from the sexy man.

Reaching down and removing his boxers, his member bounced slightly and slapped back onto his stomach, which made my core tingle slowly becoming soaked.

Gazing at Jisung's cock with hungry eyes, my mouth watered and my urge to lean down to give it a taste increased, but I didn't want to keep my pussy waiting.

Stripping myself down, I spread my legs and got ready to put him in. I didn't want to wait anymore.

Without waiting another second, I sat right on him and entered. His big hands grabbing my hips and his slim fingers curling around each bone. The thickness of his cock tore right through and caused me to groan in both pain and pleasurable, "Ahh J-Jisung "

"Fuck you sound so hot!" He purred, and pulled me down until he was all the way in. "Ughhh shit!!" Jisung grunted, then gave my body a final pull. Once my walls were able to close up around him, I began to feel more pain that pleasure.

As a result, the energy and excitement suddenly disappeared. "It's hurts Jisung!!!!" I whimpered.

"I know. But I promise you will enjoy it!" He assured, I remained motionless for a couple of minutes. I knew he was allowing me time to adjust to his size, which made me feel a little better. He was so kind and considerate.

With every passing second, his manhood seemed to expand and throb against my walls, which created a very unusual sensation. "I'll start thrusting alright, let me know if it hurts and I'll stop" he warned in a warm, caring voice.

I was so surprised at how fast his attitude had changed. A few moments ago he was being a complete animal, and now he was acting like an angel and willing to take things slow and easy. The duality is almost making me call in love with this man!

"O-okay" I replied, biting my lips to help ease out the pain.

Without saying another word, he began to thrust. The sound of the bed creaking and our heavy breathing filled the room, which created an intense atmosphere. With every push, my walls clenched tightly around him and cold flushes ran all the down my spine to my ankles.

Letting a few more minutes pass, I could feel the pain slowly turning into pleasure, and with a few more thrusts, it all felt so good. Keeping a firm grip on my waist, he picked up the pace and began to vigorously slam in and out of my drenched vagina.

"Uhhh f-fuck!" I exclaimed. "J-Jisung ah~"

"Are you alright Y/n baby?" He asked through a slightly shaky voice.

"Y-yes" I answered, shutting my eyes and continued to bite the side of my lip. I didn't expect the pleasure to come this quickly, but I'm glad it did. Jisung was pretty big and thick, making me feel completely filled. Anyhow I still wanted more.

Leading my hand to my clit I started rubbing it at a fast pace stimulating my bud while spreading my legs allowing him to thrust even deeper inside of me.

He has the most sexiest thrusts and the deeper he got, the more intense the pleasure became. "Jisung O-Oppa!" I moaned, letting my fingers explore the area around my pussy not being occupied by Jisung's big dick.

"Mhmmm..." he growled, and suddenly leaned down to my level. Hugging me tightly, he kissed my cheek and let out quiet but deep moans in my ear.

His voice was extremely relaxing and it only made me want him even more. I felt so secure with his arms and body sheltering me, it made us feel closer.

Pulling me closer towards him, he went harder and slid even deeper, immediately sparking a fresh wave of pleasure to rise within my body. The sinnful moans we created mixed together making a beautiful piece of music, and the smell of sweat and intense sex filled the room.

Keeping his arms locked around my neck, I couldn't help but admire how good they looked. The way his biceps tensed up and the veins on his hands popped out. Everything about them turned me on.

Tilting my head to the side, I went in for a kiss and received an instant response. He wasn't afraid to get rough and attacked my lips like an animal; breaking apart a few seconds later, he then trailed down the back of my neck and bit my shoulder.

"Ooh fuck" I whimpered.

"Sorry! I just want to fucking eat you. You're so sexy" he growled, and returned to sucking on one side of my neck, before pulling away a few moments later.

Slamming himself into me repeatedly until my entire body moved in sync with his.

I was already so exhausted and wanted to stop, but at the same time, I felt the need to continue.

"Shit" I whispered under my breath, and did my best to keep up with him.

Holding my hips, he manoeuvred me even harder and allowed his manhood to slide all the way in and all the way out.

"Ride me babygirl" He sniggered, and continued to control me as if I was his toy puppet.

Doing what was asked, I bounced and rode him aggressively, twisting in circles and being sure to get myself all the way down. It was a whole new feeling, but it brought the same amount of pleasure. "A-Ahh Oppa, y-you're so b-big," I commented.

Smirking, he gazed thirsty at my pussy and licked his lips. Reaching for it, he ran a finger between my folds and pinched and twisted my bud then rubbed it in a pattern repeatedly.

His touch made me tingle uncontrollably, and the longer Jisung touched me, the more urgent I was to cum.

Riding him for a bit longer, a combination of hot and cold flushes ran up my back and ignited a strange butterfly like feeling in my stomach.

I had a feeling my climax was coming. "J-Jisung, I t-think I-I'm going to cum!" I trembled.

Holding my torso tightly, he bounced me even harder until my walls stretched around his thick shaft. With every passing second, my climax lingered closer and closer.

I couldn't take it anymore. "OPPA I-I CAN'T H-HOLD IT ANYMORE!" I quivered, moaning under my breath as I felt my climax inch even closer.

With a few more violent thrusts, I came. Rubbing my clit fast, I released my juices all over his dick and made a complete mess of it. His big throbbing cock was covered in my cum just the thought made me feel insane.

I had no control and released even morejuices onto his cock. Shutting my eyes and whispering his name to make the experience even better, I continued to release until my body could no longer cope. By the time I had finished my orgasm, he was covered in cum.

He looked so sexy, I was surprised I had managed to reach his face while his abs and body glistened with sweat, but he didn't seem to mind. "Wow someone was holding in alot, Y/n!" He teased, and glanced down at his body, before licking his lips.

"Shit I'm almost there babygirl!" He added a few seconds later, and went the fastest he's ever gone.

Despite climaxing before him, I sensed another one coming."Oohhh Jisung ah~~" I cried, and prepared to feel the wrath of this second climax. "I'm going to c-come a-again, " I yelled breathily.

With a few more thrusts, he let out an ear piercing moan and came deeply into my vagina.

His voice filled the entire room and sent a shiver down my body. Never have I heard such an intense sounding moan. "Ughhh fuck!" I moaned out; the twitching of his cock and the warmth from his cum triggering me into releasing again.

Squirting all over his dick and making a mess of my fingers that rubbed my clit, he kept himself buried and continued to empty his load in the tightness of my hole.

Once he was done, he slowly pulled out and gently laid me beside him, before wrapping his arms over my sweaty body.

"Are you okay babe~" he whispered, and kissed my cheek softly. "Y-yes" I answered with a smile. "Come and visit me again alright?!" he continued.

"I sure will!"I whispered enthusiastically, while falling asleep in his arms.

"I can't wait babygirl!" He purred before he as well drifted off into a dreamland.

I really enjoyed every moment of this night and it's all because of my first sight of, Han Jisung.

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Sackler, my love. Sackler. I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed him to give me a little slap or a few. I'll let you and Sackler decide..

A/N: @mariesackler I LITERALLY CANNOT WITH YOU... I HOPE YOUR CUNT IS AS SLICKED UP AS MINE WAS WHEN I WROTE THIS. I LOVEY OU MOST MY DARLING!

Warnings: Cock slapping, face fucking, cum eating, cum swallowing, using cum as lipgloss if that’s a warning?, all of the cum I can fit in to one fic, mentions of huge cocks (horsecocks if you will), DOM!Sackler, degradation, slight edging, slight breeding kink, doggystyle, dirty talk, stuffing like an Xmas turkey, just all of the smut possible, a little fluff at the end for my baby 

*SNAP* 

‘My kitty misses you baby 😘’ 

*Three bubbles immediately popping up* 

‘When I get home, you had better be on your knees waiting for me, kid’ 

Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as your cunt clenched the open air. Your smirk staring through your phone as you marveled at the skill and lighting it took just to send a simple picture.

You bit your lip, bringing a finger to them as you rubbed the moist skin, looking at your closet to figure out what to wear to impress him even more. 

He was out on an audition, the prepping before meaning there was no horsing around or funny business to be had. He had to get into the zone, going over his lines endlessly, even dressing in character to nail it down just right. 

The pent up tension was too much for you. It had been two weeks. TWO WEEKS. Since he touched you, made you feel utterly full of him while he whispered sweet nothings over your sated figure. 

You missed the sound of the headboard knocking, the smell of his musk wafting through your nose as his sweat would drip over your tits while he fucked you into oblivion. 

His dirty words would have you moaning like an absolute whore for his cock. You were practically on the verge of tears as you got up from the bed, rifling through your clothes while your body shook in the open air of the bedroom. 

You slipped on a lace number, the cleavage spilling out the top of it in the best way as you tightened the straps of the garter belt, your thighs looking extra plump as the curve of your ass hugged the thong in a sinful way.

You finished the look with a killer red lip, smacking your mouth together to spread the gorgeous color that paired so perfectly with your garb. You tapped your foot, glaring at yourself in the mirror to decide whether or not you’d finish the masterpiece off by wearing his favorite pumps. The ones that he stated ‘made you look like his favorite pornstar’ had been sitting collecting dust since the beginning of the year, begging to be worn. 

“Oh, what the hell,” you relented, sauntering over to place them on your feet, then admiring your figure in the mirror, “Mhmmm, yes ma’am,” you playfully smacked your own ass, satisfied with this plan as you glanced at the time on the clock. 

He’d be home any minute now. You readjusted your tits in the mirror, puckering your lips to make sure nothing had gotten out of place, and clicked over to the front door, situating yourself like the good girl you were. 

The burning sensation in your pelvis a full-on flame as you heard his heavy footfalls climbing the stairway. You jumped a little, so excited you’d taken this chance to rile him up, waiting in anticipation for what he was going to punish you with for being such a bad girl.

The key turned in the lock, his heavy body pushing it open, his head hanging low looking at the knob while he slammed it tight, locking the deadbolt before dropping his messenger back with a thud. 

He let out a heavy breath, running a hand through his hair as he threw the keys in the bowl, then turned around to find you perched looking so delicious. 

“My lil’ brat does take orders,” he growled, his t-shirt hugging his taut muscles as he surveyed his prize in front of him, “doesn’t mean I’m not gonna punish you for makin’ me all hard before my audition.” 

You whined, watching his long legs come in front of you, doe eyes gazing up at his dilated pupils, “I know I was a bad girl, baby,” putting your hands behind your back while you arched your back to show your jugs to him, “I deserve everything you’re gonna give me,” showing your tongue as you wiggled your ass for him.

“Such a lil’ slut I have,” he cooed, running a thick finger down the bridge of your nose, showing it in your mouth as he watched those cherry red lips suck them feverishly, “so fuckin’ needy for my cock,” your whines emitting from deep in your belly as he pulled his digits in a pop from your face. 

He chuckled darkly, taking his shirt off to reveal his thick body, undoing his belt and his fly as you watched hungrily. His cock popped out like a jack in the box, the springing making it bob deliciously in front of you as the tip wept a thick bead of precum. You licked your lips unconsciously, your tongue falling out again as you moaned from the sight. 

“You want me to fuck your face that bad?” he ran a thick hand up and down the shaft, inching closer as it touched your waiting tongue ever so slightly, a single tear falling down your cheek in anticipation. 

Just as you thought you’d get a release, he whipped the side of your face as hard as he could with his member, the stinging of it radiating as you audibly cried from the blow. 

He reveled in your cries for him, grabbing your face with his free hand as he wiped a tear from the other cheek, “you’re gonna take my whole cock, kid,” pushing your uninjured side to face him and slapping you with his dick to match, “and you’re gonna swallow like the good whore you are,” bringing your half bitten lip to line a precum coating over the lipstick. 

You nodded, black streams mixing with the raised bumps on your cheeks as you glazed your lips with him. 

“Open that fucking mouth,” he commanded, watching your gaze meet his, barely giving you any time to breathe as he bottomed out to your windpipe. 

The sensation taking you aback as you gagged around him, his hands finding clumps of your hair while he held you still on his pubic bone. He mused at your moans, feeling your tongue graze his shaft, your lips pulse on his base, and the feeling of your hair in his fingers. 

He began to move, stilling your head as he plunged into your mouth with deep heavy strokes. His breathing erratic and his grunts low in his gut as he watched you swallow him whole. 

“That’s my g-good g-girl,” he hissed, the feeling of your mouth closing on him making him throw his head back in utter pleasure. 

You rolled your eyes back, reveling in his tip knocking your uvula, his hands in a death grip on your head while his balls slapped the underside of your chin. His smell was tantalizing, his hair falling over his chiseled face in the prettiest way as he split yours open with everything he had. 

His strokes became erratic, his balls tensing as his stomach muscles flexed in front of you. Your hands coming to grab his tree trunk thighs as you dug into the skin, his feral moans egging your spit to fall out in ribbons on the floor. 

“F-fuck kid!” he groaned, his body stilling as he emptied his ample load down your gullet, the feeling spreading throughout your entire body in a tingly wave. 

He pulled off you, his tip twitching as a string of spit still connected you both. Your breaths coming in hot and heavy as your hooded eyes looked up at him.  

“Was I a good girl, baby?” pushing your tits with your arms to see if you deserved a turn to be released from your hell. 

“The best girl,” he panted, lifting you on your heels as he took in the rest of the pretty outfit you’d picked for him, “and the prettiest one too,” running a hand over your throat as he pulled you to his lips. 

“I fuckin’ love these heels on you,” he cooed, watching you lead him to the bedroom, his half-hard cock bobbing as he waddled behind you, gripping your hand in his. 

“Well, I fuckin’ love dressing up for you,” wiggling your body as you crawled on the bed, the sight making him completely hard again as he smoothed his hands on your ass. 

“You all wet for me, kid?” pushing your thong to the side as he brushed his thick fingers on your folds. 

“Mhmm,” feeling your slick as he lined up with your center, “just perfect for me,” pushing in completely in a collective sigh of relief. 

“Mother of fuck,” he gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as you pushed your ass into him. 

His speed picking up slowly as the headboard began to knock its melodious tune, “G-God I-I missed y-you,” whining into the mattress as you met his thrusts. 

“I-I love t-this pussy,” he groaned, bruising your hips as he knocked your cervix with every stroke he made. 

His balls slapping the top of your mound, pinging your clit in the most perfect way as you gasped for more. 

“Y-you’re gonna be s-so full of me you’ll b-be s-sloshing around the apartment the r-rest of the n-night,” he gritted out, feeling your velvet walls clench him in your impending orgasm. 

“F-fill me up, Adam,” you cried, bringing your hand to rub your clit in a fervor as the electric current boiled over in your body, the much-needed release washing over you in a cascade of elation. 

High pitched moans penetrating the air as he punished your cunt with his strokes, his balls clenching again as he felt your slick come over his dick. He pushed further and further, finally emptying his seed deep within your body, completing the warmth as it spread again in your lower half this time. 

He stilled, putting his arms to drape over your ass, pulling himself out as he slumped on your back, his heaved breaths coming in high and fast. 

His pulse rang in his ears as did yours. His chest pounding as he became thirsty and hungry, his balls hanging empty between his thighs as you dripped his spend from your gaping cunt. 

“What do ya say we order some Thai,” he chuckled, kissing a trail on your lower back as you laughed back under him. 

“I’m totally okay with that babe,” reaching a hand around to pat his head. 

“You want a Gatorade, kid,” lifting up to take a centered last heavy breath, watching your turn around in fucked pleasure. 

“Can’t be dehydrated ya know,” his toothy grin meeting your eyes as his lips began to pout. 

“I would love one babe,” smiling back and wincing on your ass now, “I’ll call the place to order the food,” reaching to grab your phone as he rushed to your side, enveloping your face in another deep kiss. 

“I love you,” he whispered, pushing a piece of stray hair from your face, rubbing his nose on your cheek as he nuzzled you. 

“I love you most,” you cooed back, rubbing yours on his opposite before pecking him on the lips again. 

And with that, he jumped over the pile of pillows to the fridge and gulped an entire gallon of red fluid before you could even order your pad thai and his spicy beef noodles. 

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IM GONNA HOW MANY TIMES A DAY I CAN FIT HORSECOCK INTO MY WRITING... SPOILER ALERT THE LIMIT DOESN’T EXIST FOR SARA LMAO 

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