#long story short this is all thrusts fault

[asktheunicronduology]

we like to have fun around here

[blckbrrybasket]

21. “Wind You Up”

Trevor (Hellraiser) x Fem!Reader

꒰Hair Pulling + Rough Sex꒱ - 851

• degradation, reader with long enough hair to grab, jealousy, unprotected sex, friends with benefits

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Looking for love in this world was overrated and fucking stupid in your opinion. In your eyes Trevor felt the same way, and for the most part he did. Except for when you both agreed it was fine to see other people and you actually went on another date with a guy.

Who the fuck did that guy think he was? He obviously wasn’t good for you, not that Trevor was the best fit either. It wasn’t the healthiest of relationships, and for sure not an official one, but Trevor still felt as if he was better than any guy you could get with. He knew he was, even if he had to prove it to you.

And by no means was it his fault that he was snooping and came across the story you had posted about your date on instagram. Fucking embarrassing for him. Did people think you and him weren’t together? He’d make sure you realized you were his and he was yours.

“Yeah? And did he fuck you like this?” Trevor laughed cruelly, holding onto your waist as he pounded into your cunt. Normally you’d be embarrassed by how loud your cunt was squelching, but you were so far gone it barely registered in your brain. Trevor had already brought you through one orgasm, not faltering for a second as he fucked you brainless. 

That’s what this was, fucking. There was no gentleness or ‘making love’, he was showing you that he was the only one who knew your body this well, the only one who knew how to make you cum repeatedly and in such a short amount of time. Not that time mattered. Trevor had stamina, he could be here all night.

His hips drew forward, snapping them at an angle that had his tip pressing into your g–spot. You moaned, mouth open against the mattress as you drooled. He rolled his eyes, “Just gonna take it? Can’t even do any work? That’s fine. I’ll do the work, make you cum. Shit, I always do.” Trevor was nearly a mess, sweat rolling down his muscles as he tried not to choke on his words.

He wanted to brag, to make it known that he was the only one for you. You nodded into the bed, his narrowed eyes glaring at the back of your head. “That’s what you need? To be fucked like a whore? Sure look like one, going out with other guys when you already have me.” Trevor’s chest heaved as he stared down at you, anger and jealousy still coursing through him.

Not satisfied with your lack of an answer he reached forward, grabbing your hair into a ponytail, wrapping your hair around his palm as much as he could. Trevor yanked, pulling you up by it. Your back arched easily, front half lifted off the mattress as he held your head up by your hair. “Fuck! Yes, Trev!” You really only half registered what you were agreeing to.

Shaking his head, he kept thrusting up into you, bouncing you on his dick as he gripped your hair. “Fuckin’ know that’s right,” he grumbled. Your hands fumbled, coming back to grab at his muscular thighs, moans growing in volume. Hearing you moan so loudly had Trevor’s eyebrows furrowing, begging to not come earlier than he wished.

It wasn’t hard to admit that your sounds turned him on more, even more so when you greedily took everything he gave you. However, it was harder to admit that there were feelings under all of it. He pushed the thoughts down, exhaling in stuttered breaths as he tried to stave off his orgasm.

Even so, he could feel his balls tighten, slapping against your ass. “Fuuuck,” Trevor groaned at the sight of your body jolting with each thrust. “Take it, I know you can,” He sneered, no mercy in his voice. He knew if you had a problem you’d voice it, but judging by how cock drunk you were, you had no problems. 

Trevor moved to press your back to his chest, still holding your hair tightly between his calloused fingers. “I’ll teach you not to find someone else. You don’t need them.” You choked on incoherent words, nails biting into his thighs as he smirked. “What was that?” He egged you on, giving you a punishing thrust. When you only mewled in response he nodded, “That’s what I fucking thought. You speak when spoken to.”

His thrusts doubled down as his fingers sunk into the roots of your hair, gripping onto it. When you only moaned Trevor smirked. “Good girl. So you can listen,” he laughed sarcastically, cocking his head to the side. His free hand left your waist, going to grab your ass, spreading it to see himself fucking into your cunt.

“If only you were as nice as her,” he tutted, shaking his head. “There’s still hope.” Trevor looked back up at the back of your head where you let him hold your hair harshly. His smirk became wider at the sight of you being so obedient. Yeah, there was still hope.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @adventures-of-impala, @dreamerjj

[therapyforrent]

Leon Kennedy Smut Pt. 2

Characters: Leon Kennedy

Character Count: 563

Summary: Leon jerks off thinking about you

Warnings: Masturbation, Leon thinking about the reader, cumming, mentions of the reader, MUST BE 18+ MDNI

Leon can’t help himself.

Leon can’t help the way he trembles, hips thrusting forward as he grips himself to ease the tension. He groans and he can’t help but lower his pants, tugging and pulling the fabric away from his burning skin as fast as he can. When his hands finally find what they were looking for, he grips tightly, groaning in a low tone as he tilts his head back. The sensations were tense, a burst of pleasure sprouting in his lower abdomen but he knows it’s nowhere close to the real thing.

Feeling his mind go hazy, Leon drags his hand down, tightening at the base. He’s never been so desperate. So desperate and eager, thrusting into his own hand quickly and feverishly. Sweat pricked at his hairline and Leon thinks what you would think if you saw him like this. Withering under his own touch as his mind races and thinks only of you.

You.

Like a thunderstorm in the night, you came out of nowhere and completely surprised Leon. Leon, who had survived Raccoon City, felt like a lovesick boy all over again, lusting and longing after you. And the wet spot in the front of his pants proves it. Leon moans, his moans echoing in the empty room, and he shamelessly continues thrusting, groaning, moaning, thinking, feeling and touching. Leon knows he’ll regret this, unable to face you after the vile things he thought about you in his most intimate moment but right now he doesn’t care. Doesn’t care because it feels so good and the way he’s stroking and the sounds he’s making urges him on. He’s almost there now. He’s getting too eager and his hips and hands can’t move fast enough. He’s using two hands now and the wet sounds his fists are making sound downright sinful but he’s So. Close. So close to spilling out all over again and that’s enough to urge him on. His thighs tense and his breath stops, caught in his throat as his hips still and Leon spills out all over himself. It’s thick and long and it’s messy but the relief and satisfaction is too much for Leon to care. His breathing is slow and steady and he lays there, hands wet and his orgasm evident on his pants. His mind is hazy and his breathing slowly returns to normal and suddenly he’s aware of what he’s done. Leon groans as he sits up, momentarily disgusted at the sight of him and he’s quiet as thoughts of you return. The way you laugh, your scent, your mere existence is enough to get him excited.

Yeah. This is your fault.

Leon slowly moves, cleaning himself up the best he can, now exhausted from his private activities and he thinks how he’s never gonna be able to look you in the eye without thinking about this moment and he curses. Nonetheless, his thoughts are interrupted as a loud ring catches him off guard and he’s brought back to reality. A familiar name flashes on the screen of his phone and he takes a moment to collect himself before answering.

There’s a voice on the other end of the line, a voice that Leon has committed to memory and Leon can’t help but smile. “What a coincidence,” Leon speaks slowly, trying not to raise any suspicion.

“I was just thinking about you.”

A/N: Sorry this was so short. I wanted to post again and I've never written a story like this before....oh well, hope you all enjoyed. Thanks for all the recent support!!! It means so much to me and really encourages me to post more so thank you all <3333

[scenezfreak]

PLEASE can I have some Jeff the killer smut, we just fuck in the woods I am so thirsty for this man PLEASE

A/N: OF COURSE ‼️ It’s almost 1am so this is my last story for tonight (I’m sorry if it’s short) 🙏 I’ve only been getting around 4hrs tops of sleep these past couple of days 🫡 not fun

I know that you’re shitty and you’re bad for me…

Jeff the Killer x gn!reader

(No specified gender was requested so I just made it gn)

Warnings: rough Jeff, creampie

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

“It was your fault he almost got away.” He scoffed, you rolled your eyes at him. “How? You were the one distracting me.” You guys were on a mission and now you were heading back, the moonlight was shining through the trees in the forest, illuminating it just enough to see what was infront of you. “Really…” he asked sarcastically. “And how exactly did I do that?”

You stopped walking. “Well.. you just look hot when you kill people.” You shrugged and kept walking, only to be yanked back by your shirt and pushed against the hard surface of a tree. You wince in pain. “Dude the fuck was that for?!” You look at him, he was a couple inches from your face, “Say it again.” His voice was low. You shuddered, he was acting different..”Jeff what? Say wh-“ he cut you off. “Say it again.” You thought for a minute, brows furrowing. “You…look hot when you kill people?” You said hesitantly, unsure if that was the right answer.

You heard him let out a sigh, “You tryna get me all worked up, baby?” You blushed at the nickname. “And what if I was? What are you gonna do?” You teased, smirking at him. “Turn around.” You blinked but complied. You felt his cold hands go under your shirt and feel all over your body. Then his hands unbuttoned your pants and continued to pull them down along with your undergarments. His hand then made its way to your hole and dipped in one finger then another..slowly pumping in and out.

You bit your lip. “Aw ya shy?” He teased, the pace was speeding up then he stopped. “I’ll make you make some noise.” You heard his belt jingling along with his pants unzipping. Your hands gripped the tree infront of you when you felt him slap his cock on your ass repeatedly before lining up with your hole. He pushed in slowly then grabbed your hips with a bruising force and forced himself deeper. Your body jolted forward with a moan. He laughed and pulled out then slammed back in again. “Jeff please..” your hole clenched.

“Fuck- clench me again bab- haah-“ he moaned. He sped up his pace, your body bounced with every thrust. Your legs were shaking, your hand came up to cover your mouth so you wouldn’t moan too loudly. That was short lived though because Jeff ripped your hand away from your mouth. “It’s just us, darling. No need to be shy.” He moved his free hand down there to stimulate you more. A sharp loud moan of Jeff’s name could be heard, your nails digging into the tree.

You felt him twitch when you said his name. “God- Jeff please..cum inside of me..wanna feel it so bad.” You begged. He smirked, any words he said flew right over your head. You came and it was a lot. You knew he would be teasing you about this after but you didn’t care…as long as you got to feel him right now. His hips stilled, his cum shot into you. He was so deep you whined. His hands caressed your sides as an apology for being so rough.

When you both caught your breaths he pulled out and pulled your pants up for you, turning you around to button then back up then fixed himself. “That…felt amazing..” you said, breathless. “If I had known you’d felt so good I would’ve fucked you sooner.” His words caused you to blush. Jeff secretly hoped you both got missions together in the future.

[lamnwar]

KNB boys getting caught with their s/o? Specifically Kagami, Kise and Aomine.

getting caught doing what hm? 🤨 jk jk!! that's a very fun request I really enjoyed writing these hcs so thanks for the request babe 💕💕 (also sorry took me so long but coming from me are we surprised lmao)

MDNI 18+

GETTING CAUGHT // KNB Headcanons

Context: what if you and your boyfriend get caught in action, huh? All characters are aged-up for plot purposes (18+).

Pairings: Kagami + Kise + Aomine x gn! Reader

Warnings: nsfw (obviously 😭)! mention of sex (penetrative and oral), exhibitionism, public sex (kinda), more crack than sexy tbh but still!

KAGAMI

Ok first, let's preface by saying that it really is not like Taiga to take the risk of having sex when he knows you guys might get caught

He really tries his best to conceal his needs till you can find a place with enough intimacy to proceed

But sometimes, he really can't help it, you know?

And it's kinda on you for tempting him too! You know the guy gets riled up easily so maybe you did it on purpose now... didn't you?

(In other words, it's a 100% your fault oops)

Anyways, long story short, you got him so turned on that he had no choice but to drag you to the closest room with the very clear intent of being burried deep inside you

He's midway through restlessly thrusting into your tight little hole and he's so lost on the feeling that he doesn't even realize how loud the both of you are

There could be a whole party going down, y'all would still be heard

And it doesn't take long for someone to walk in on you bend forward, Kagami's fat cock drilling into you with so much fervour

Neither of you realizes that someone's there till they make themselves heard

A string of "oh my fucking god, I'm so sorry!!" getting the both of you to look at the door with wide eyes

And Kagami is so stunned on the moment to even think

Under the surprise, his first reflex is to hide his dick completely inside you, getting a surprised yelp out of your mouth

And when it hits that you guys got caught, he goes flushed red

Given that the person catching you isn't a perv, they close the door rapidly after but Kagami is still under total shock

He doesn't move for a while, and you have to bring him back to Earth

So here you are, Taiga's dick deep in your guts, trying to move to get him to react or something

"Uh... Taiga? What-"

When he finally snaps out of it, he hurrily gets out of you, quite to your displeasure though

And it's when you grab him and pull him back to you that he realizes that you have no intention to stop, despite getting caught

"They already know anyways, doesn't change a thing"

KISE

Definitely the one that got you in that situation in the first place

LISTEN there's no way he's not gonna use his charms to get you to follow him in his ministrations

So he just had to bat his pretty eyelashes and tell you the right words for you to accept the position you're currently in

Meaning split in half by Kise, as he lets out the prettiest moans ever, like there's not a whole crowd on the over side of the wall

It doesn't take long for people to notice what you two are doing

But that doesn't stop Kise, oh no haha

He's a showman of sorts, so it doesn't bother him that to the surrounding, it is clear as day that he's fucking you senseless

Only when someone actually shows up to tell you to stop does he care

And not because he minds being seen in such position

Mainly because you seem very embarrassed that you've got caught

Kise would argue that you are at your hottest when your face's flushed, hair disheveled, body contorsioned to accomodate him in between your thighs, but that's Kise's very biased opinion

To a stranger, it's a rather scandalous sight so it's very likely that you'll hate being in such predicament

Lucky for you, Kise talks the way out of trouble for the two of you

But you still urge him to leave the place and go to somewhere we're it's actually acceptable to have sex

(He loves you so much and is so needy for you though, he can't even stand the drive back home, he'll go back deep into you in the car itself <3)

AOMINE

Alright for this one, if you're wondering how you ended up having public sex, the answer is rather simple

Daiki and you are just super horny and can't keep it in your pants (sorry 😔)

It's really in the heat of the moment y'all figured that nothing mattered

Not even the fact that you're giving him head in a very public space

He's just so tempting, you know!!

And he's been looking at your lips for the past hour, so you should have known that he'd end up begging for you to suck his dick

So you just found the first place where you could get on your knees and didn't hesitate twice before getting him out of his pants

Now here you are, sloppily giving him the best head of his life with a bunch of strangers around

I'd like to say that neither of you are exhibitionist but this situation is somewhat super hot

(Again, y'all are just super horny)

Anyways, doesn't take long for you two to get caught and nearly cause a heart attack to whoever sees you

Thing is!! Aomine has no intention to stop

You neither, by the way

You're both on a mission to make him cum so you're not stopping

Instead, you pick up the pace, till he finally snaps and cum down your throat

Swallowing it all because you shouldn't leave any trace!

Once that's done, you do apologize to your surrounding

Takes a couple of hours for you two to realize what you've done and that it's lowkey a public offense

Promise that it won't happen again but Aomine really can't help wanting you anytime and anywhere :)

[quuerbee]

Heugh ok big time spoilers warning for 1175 (and prior ofc) I'm gonna be rambling so don't expect anything analytic 🫵

GOD OK SO. Its been commented on multiple times throughout the novel that the diciples of Mount Hua (sect leader, elders, 5 swords, etc) want to carry some of the burden that Chung Myung carries. Hyun Jong asks him to trust him and not go after the Myriad Man Manor (I think that's what it was called before they formed the big bad alliance....) in the direct aftermath of the attack on the sect (chapters like. 350-420 ish if I'm remembering correctly?). The 5 Swords try to protect him during that final fight at the north sea when he's been buried in rubble, and then they try to support him again in the first yangzte river battle (the one where the 3 year pacification pact came from) and so on and so forth. This is a VERY COMMON THING.

Everytime they manage to get stronger to protect the sect (lifting some burden off of Chung Myung), the enemies get stronger and the situations get worse. They (being primarily the 5 swords + Tang Soso and Hye Yeon) begin to realize that despite getting stronger, Chung Myung is always at the forefront of the battle in the most danger. They haven't had a single major battle where Chung Myung was not present to help if needed. This also brought up the idea that they are indirectly putting Chung Myung in even more danger because he has to focus not only on the battle, but on saving them if needed (this has ALSO been brought up multiple times but i don't want to give examples so).

Now I know that this isn't Mount Hua's fault, they're being thrust into terrible situations with not great timing, but all of this has STRENGTHENED Chung Myung belief that no one but him can protect Mount Hua to the standard needed. (It's very interesting to note that he has ended up on the OPPOSITE side of the spectrum from his previous life, which Chung Myung actually comments on in chapter 1175!!!). Its been mentioned a lot (by that fuck ass monk Bop Jeong and others) that the success of the Heavenly Commrade Alliance lies damn near solely on Chung Myung back. Even Tang Gunak, Meang So, and Seol So Beak themselves admit that they were initially drawn towards CHUNG MYUNG and not towards Mount Hua. Namgung Dowi is a similar ish case, having been drawn to the Heavenly Commrade Alliance by Mount Hua and the Tang clans's actions at Plum Blossom Island (which Chung Myung lead). Long story short, if Chung Myung did not exist in Mount Hua, there would not be an alliance in the first place (which the novel straight up says).

Another concept that's been brought up lately is what exactly is Mount Hua willing to give up in the name of chivalry. Up until now, every single action taken by Mount Hua has had a positive impact on them while also upholding the chivalrous reputation of the sect. THIS IS WHERE CHUNG MYUNGS CURRENT STRIFE IS COMING FROM!!!! At the current moment he doesn't know what direct he wants to push Mount Hua in. Does he tell Shaolin to fuck off (picking the Heavenly Commarade Alliance over joining the 10 Great Sects) and deal with the inevitable consequences of that (reputation hit and more death among not only commoners but amongst Mount Hua diciples) or does he agree to Bop Jeong's plan and risk everything from the past repeating for the sake of chivalry? He is blinded by his indecision, even mentioning in chapter 1174 that if he were faced with the situation Chung Mun faced with Chung Jin (Chung Jin disappearing towards the end of the war), he wouldn't know what to do and he would "let it all slip from his grasp".

Along with this indecisiveness, he's also agonizing over his importance to the alliance. He is now in a position similar to what Chung Mun held in the past, and he's having a difficult time coping with that. Chung Myung rationally understands his importance, going as far as to say that if he were anyone else, he would never let himself go onto the front lines. The issue lies in his survivors guilt. He wouldn't be able to make the decisions needed for victory if he himself wasn't there to be able to prevent any death he could.

Along comes Baek Cheon, who has been one of the main vocalizers for all the things mentioned above. He notices the things Chung Myung tries to hide. There are many, many times where Baek Cheon is one of the ones that knocks some sense into Chung Myung, but the one I really want to focus on is their interaction in chapter 1175. Baek Cheon, despite all the jokes, is the head diciple of the second generation. Chung Myung is his Sajae, his junior brother. He CARES about him. He doesn't like seeing him not act like an insane asshole. He KNOWS Chung Myung, enough to know his habits as well as his fears and motivators.

He uses his knowledge to comfort him in a blunt way by saying that he will outlive Chung Myung. And oh, isn't that heartbreaking? To acknowledge that Chung Myung would rather spend every day in hell than "allow" a diciple of Mount Hua to die before him (again). Baek Cheon says this as an offhand comment, a subtle reassurance without making it a big thing because he KNOWS that's one of the main things driving Chung Myung. Throughout this entire exchange, Chung Myung unintentional image of being a "perfect human" starts to strip away. He reveals to Baek Cheon that he doesn't exactly know why he holds all of this burden, but that he feels he is the only one who can. (Circling back to the guilt he feels due to his inaction 100 years ago).

Towards the end of the chapter, Chung Myung starts joking that he'll be back to normal soon, that he just has a lot on his mind. This signals once again that he is pushing against Baek Cheons silent offer of support. As they sit in silence, Baek Cheon brings up the question that has been eating at the entirety of Mount Hua for a while. He asks if they were stronger, if HE were stronger, would it have lightened his worries? The final sentence of the chapter indicates that Chung Myung doesn't answer this question.

Chung Myung cares so much about Mount Hua that he continually shoulders on more and more responsibilities because to him, that is the only way to atone for his past inaction. I just wish he could see how much Mount Hua cares about him in turn.

[canadianfangirl-95]

Benny Miller- Sugar Daddy edition

Chapter One!

Summary: Your gym crush becomes unmanageable when he is suddenly thrust upon you as your new boxing trainer. After a drunken hook up at a night club opening, you begin to explore your feelings as you continue to learn new and exciting things about him.

About: Continuation of the sugar daddies AU Triple Frontier collection. See Frankie’s story or original teaser post for more information.

Characters- Kayla and Tasha are undescribed, so you can imagine them as your own friend group.

Chapter Warning: 18 + minors, DNI, age difference, reader is early 20s, Benny is late 30s, swearing, alcohol, violence (boxing), making out, grinding (dancing)

Chapter Word Count: 4k+

“Duck!”

Your attention suddenly turns to the padded boxing glove coming right at your face, it collides just seconds later with your right cheek, sending you bent over onto the boxing ring mat.

“Ooo, that looks like it hurt.” Your friend Kayla mutters into her fist, leaning on the ropes of the ring.

An outstretched hand reaches down to pull you back up, you accept it begrudgingly, knowing it was your own damn fault you ended up down here.

Your face was met with your trainer, Carlos when you stood up straight. He was in his forties, but you’d never know. He had short black hair and a stiff jaw, his arms adorned with tattoos. He had been training you for a while now and offered a sort of big brother relationship you hadn’t had before.

“What’s with you? Your attention has been all over the place tonight.” he said, peeling off his gloves.

You looked down at the mat embarrassed, “I don’t know, just got distracted. Come on we don’t have to stop; I promise I’m in it.” Bouncing on your feet you tried to engage him again while the throbbing in your cheek started to grow.

Shaking his head, he replied, “I’m not trying to hurt you, we’ll stop here, and you can do some cardio.” He collected the rest of his training supplies in his bag and stepped out of the ring.

Slumping your shoulders forward, you walked over to the corner where Kayla was leaning on the ropes, standing on the floor below the ring to take off your gloves.

“What was that all about?” she asked.

You shrugged, “It was nothing, I just lost focus for fucking what, two seconds? It happens.” But that wasn’t the truth, the truth was that you were distracted by him again.

You don’t even know his name, just see him in the gym all the time, either working out or training other boxers. You sipped from your water as you casually peered over to the other side of the gym to the mirrored wall. He was standing in front of it lifting weights.

Tall, dirty blonde hair, muscles flexing out of his Army t-shirt, a bit of scruff and the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen. He had a tattoo of an army man on his right shoulder that made you swoon. He was so handsome it made your core ache just watching him lift weights.

You couldn’t even fathom the idea of talking to him. Just looking at him made your knees weak. You imagine to yourself how easily he could throw you around with those big strong arms, and how badly you wanted to run your fingers through his hair.

Once again, you and Kayla found yourselves at the gym down the road from the University of Kentucky. They had an agreement where students got free membership, so you only had to pay for the training. The room had dark green paint and motivational sayings all over the walls. It was part of a big organization, but the employees worked really hard to make it a personal experience. There was a long wall of mirrors with weights for people to lift facing and every exercise machine you could possibly think of. You both made your way to the far back corner where a boxing ring is set up.

You tossed your gym bag up onto the mat and climbed in, adjusting your sneakers before standing up and placing your bag on the stool in the corner. You glanced around the room, looking for nothing really, you knew you wouldn’t see him here today as you had somewhat learned his routine, but you couldn’t help but hope you might catch a glimpse of his t-shirt being pulled tight across his chest.

“You know you should really just talk to him.” Kayla said pointedly, fiddling with your roll of athletic tape that you tossed on the mat as you tried to collect your things.

You furrowed your eyebrows at her, “Who?”

She rolled her eyes, “The hunky guy you’ve been staring at for months.”

“Oh, you uh- noticed that?” You ran your hand through your ponytail and leaned on the ropes so you could speak quieter to her.

Nodding, she replied, “Mhmm, and I really think you should take a shot.”

“Girl, have you seen him? How old would you think he is?” You jousted back at her, growing frustrated by her intrusion.

She pursed her lips and smiled, “Well, if this were One Tree Hill I’d say he’s old enough to be your dad-,”

“Exactly, fuck.” You exclaimed.

“Which, is pretty hot if you ask me.” She smirked.

You leaned forward and grabbed the tape from her. Ripping off a piece and strategically wrapping it around your knuckles you commented, “It’s a good thing I didn’t ask you then, did I?”

She scrunched her nose and gave you a smug look, to which you flipped her off.

“Hey, I’m just saying, you and Mike have been broken up for 4 months, your grieving period is over and now it’s time for you to have some fun. Like having a dirty, depraved hookup with a guy you have no business being with. Like that guy I hooked up with after the St. Patrick’s Day party.”

You rolled your eyes, “If that guy is the standard I’m looking for I think I’m happy being celibate.”

“Hey, he was cute!” She swatted your leg through the ropes.

You nudged your leg back at her, “He had a handlebar mustache and was wearing cut off jean shorts so don’t even start with me.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing your own workout? You don’t have to spend your whole time here watching me train.”

She hummed, “Yeahhhh, but it’s also more fun to bug you. Plus, I’m not really here for the whole exercise thing, just for the eye candy.” She said as she scanned the gym intently.

You giggled to yourself as you finished putting together your tape and gloves.

Suddenly her eyes widened and reached back to swat your leg again, “Speaking of eye candy.”

You followed her gaze and saw none other than your crush talking to the receptionist at the entry way. You bent down, “What the fuck is he doing here today? He never comes on Fridays!”

She shook her head, “I don’t know, but- um he’s walking in this direction.” She quickly turned her back to him and gave you a shocked expression.

“What!” You quietly exclaimed. “No, no, no why is he coming over here?”

She waved her arms casually, “Just calm down, no need to panic. He probably just needs something in this general area. No reason to think he’s coming over here.” You nodded, shifting your gaze to find that he was still on a path towards the ring. “But I mean if he was coming over here. You could finally talk to him.”

“Not happening! I am perfectly content staring at him from a distance and imaging what his bicep would taste like thank you very much.” She giggled at the mental image you just tossed into her head.

You glanced above her head and realized he was definitely walking towards the ring and was now trying to make eye contact with you. You muttered to Kayla, “No, no, no, no, no-,”

“Hey.” he said with a wave as he reached the outside of the ring beside Kayla. He was wearing a grey Under Armour t-shirt that was so tight the arms sat snuggly on his biceps, with navy gym shorts and running shoes.

You flung up straight, “Hi.” Kayla gave you a little thumbs up from the side of her body he couldn’t see.

He tossed his bag through the ropes and climbed up, “You must be Carlos’ 4 o’clock?”

Nodding, you hummed, “Yep.” Slowly backing into the corner of the ring.

“Great, I’m Benny. So, uh- bad news. Carlos had to go home to Honduras for a family emergency, he’ll be gone for a few weeks at least. So, I promised I would take over his sessions until he returns.”

Your eyes widened; he’d be training you? Oh no, this is not good you thought. “Oh, sorry to hear about Carlos. That sounds like a lot to take on, don’t you have your own clients? I could always just take a few weeks off.” You said brazenly, trying not to be too flustered.

He shook his head, “No, no it’s fine I promise.” His smile was so bright you could’ve melted under its shine. “I’m happy to help, I just had a client transfer to a different gym anyway, so I’ve got the time.”

“Really? Because that seems like a lot to take on.” You choked out.

“I’ve got the time.” he stated, resting his hands on his hips, and grinning at your flustered state.

Kayla chirped in from below you, “He’s got the time.”

You glared down at her, and she winked.

Clapping his hands together he began putting his boxing mitts on. You feigned a smiled and turned to Kayla who was still beaming from the interaction.

You chugged your water, your mouth had gone completely dry during the interaction and finally stepped towards the center of the ring.

After getting himself prepped he met you there. “So, Carlos said you’re not training for professional fighting, just for exercise, right?”

Nodding, you pulled your lips tight. “Yep.”

“What got you interested in boxing?” He asked.

You shifted your stance, “Um, just uh- wanted to be more active and I find the machines boring.” You lied through your teeth.

He nodded, “Alright well let’s see what you got.”

The hour was excruciating. Both from the work out, and from how your heart ached even more for him. The entire time he was nice and understanding and not at all condescending like some of the other trainers who had stepped in for Carlos. He has an enthusiasm about him that finally broke your resolve and made you laugh and smile throughout. You felt the want to impress him and really started focusing on the skills you had learned over the last few months. You bounced around the mat ducking his advances until you finally planted a jab into his gut.

He let out a grunt and slapped his glove onto his stomach, “Oof! Damn girl, that was sneaky. Talk about float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. You look like a bunny bouncing around on the toes.”

You smirked and knocked your gloves against his to close the session. “Thanks, you’re a good teacher.”

He removed his one glove to toss his hair back that had gotten sweaty during the session and was sticking to his forehead. You held your gaze far longer than you should have.

Benny collected his bag and turned to you, “That’s all I got for today, I’ll see you on Monday Bunny.”

“Okay, see you.” You smiled shyly. He offered you a large grin and nodded to Kayla as he exited the ring.

Once he was far enough away you fell to the mat and sat with your knees bent, leaning against the corner.

“Awwww, Benny and Bunny!” Kayla mewled.

You huffed, “Fuck, he’s got a lot of energy. I’m exhausted. He’s like a golden retriever. Just keeps going and going.” You panted.

Kayla leaned forward, “Yeah, can we keep him?” She had shit eating grin on her face and popped her eyebrows up and down.

“Fuck, no. I don’t need another dog.” You smirked.

She looked confused, “What other dog do you have?”

“You, ya fucking mutt.” You nudged her and her mouth gapped with a sarcastically hurt look on her face. “You’re enough to take care of, trust me.”

She shook her head, “Well, I think once Carlos is back you should see if he wants to go out.”

When Carlos gets back. Huh, you thought to yourself. You loved working with him, but Benny was something else. You almost didn’t want to lose your 3 hours a week where you would have his undivided attention.

The following Friday was your fourth session with Benny, each one better than the last. He was fun and bubbly and dare you say flirtatious. Even Kayla saw and quite frankly could not shut up about it.

You had just finished up your session when Benny crossed back over the ring to your corner. “So, what do you lovely ladies have going on tonight? Friday night, any big parties?”

Kayla and you glanced at each other before you replied, “We’re gonna go to that club opening downtown actually with a few other friends.”

His eyes lit up, “Gators? Oh, sweet I’m going too.”

Your eyes widened, “Cool, well maybe we’ll see you there I guess.”

“See you later.” He beamed with excitement as he left the ring once again.

You groaned as you entered your apartment with Kayla, who was skipping behind you.

Your other roommate Tasha perked up from her place on the couch, noticing your disgruntled attitude and how you rested your head between your crossed arms on the kitchen island, Kayla shimmying her shoulders beside you. “What’s her problem?”

Kayla bounced in her spot, “Her hot trainer Benny is going to the same club opening tonight.”

You groaned louder into your arms, Tasha squinted her eyes and drew her eyebrows inward, “And that’s a bad thing because?”

Your head shot up and you replied exasperated, “Because he’s so, so hot, nice and funny.” You paused, biting your lip, Tasha staring at you waiting for the boot to drop, “But he’s older.”

“How much older?”

“At least fifteen years I’d guess.” You said, tucking your head back down.

Kayla scoffed, “Can you just not count yourself out before you’ve even started? Geeze, Mike really did a number on you. Remind me to kick his ass next time I see him.”

You huffed a laugh into your arms. She continued, “Just, put on something sexy, try to have fun tonight and if you see him, just be yourself. Whatever happens, happens.”

“You’re right, I’ll try to have fun.” You said, pulling your head up begrudgingly and exiting for your post work out shower.

Loud country music filled the room as crowds of people danced along. You glided through, holding hands with your friends as you all tried to find a place to settle before grabbing some drinks. The room was a pretty typical country bar; dance floor in the middle, wood and western style décor with a mechanical bull on the stage, a big painting of an alligator with a cowboy hat on it on the wall behind the DJ booth.

Upon finding an open tall table to stand at, you and your friends leaned against it and scanned the room, bobbing your head to the music. You had done your hair and makeup nicely and had put on a tight black dress with spaghetti straps that showed off your curves with short red cowboy boots.

Kayla leaned in, “Does anybody want a drink now?”

You nodded with Tasha and her friend Chris. “I’ll come with you. What do you want?”

Tasha and Chris gave you and Kayla their orders and cash. You and Kayla sifted through the hoards of people to the densely packed bar. Kayla squeezed her shoulders between two guys while you stood sturdily behind her, trying not to get knocked around.

Your eyes flicked around the buzzing room, looking for Benny. You weren’t sure if you would even talk to him if you found him, but it still made you nervous at the thought he might be here.

Kayla turned to you, grabbing your attention back and she handed you two drinks before reaching again for the others. You and she returned to your friends and started drinking and getting into the vibe of the club. Eventually you all made your way to the dance floor after the drinks had started flowing and you let yourself forget about Benny and just enjoy the night.

You and Tasha were dancing along to the music when you suddenly felt unfamiliar hands land on your hips from behind you. You turned your head and were met with a man, around your height and age, plaid shirt to match the theme of the club, a brown beard and mustache with green eyes. Not unattractive by any means but not your type. You kindly stepped out of his clutches and danced beside him, rolling your eyes at Tasha. The man seemingly unaware of your rejection, followed behind you, moving his hands to your waist again and situating himself closely behind you. You stopped your movement and grabbed his hands, pushing him off you.

Turning to him you bluntly said, “No thanks.”

He crowded you again, which caused you to raise your hands in a defensive manner, “Oh come on baby it’s just one dance.”

Your face could not show more annoyance, but before you were able to respond, a strong hand latched onto the man’s shoulder, spinning him in his spot. You glanced over his shoulder, your eyes widened when you spotted Benny looming over the man.

“She’s not interested man, get lost.” he said, still clutching the man’s shoulder. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt, light washed jeans with a few intentional rips and square toe boots.

Benny’s stature and attitude clearly did the trick as the man nodded nervously and stepped aside, disappearing into the crowd.

“I guess I owe you a thank you.” You stated nervously.

He smiled, “Don’t, the only one thanking me should be him. I’ve seen your right hook, and he probably would prefer he goes home tonight with his nose intact.”

You grinned, looking around you. Tasha had apparently exited sometime during the incident, and you were left totally alone on a booming dance floor with your mysterious crush.

He leaned forward, “Wanna get a drink?”

His eyes were so light and inviting, you swallowed deeply, willing your nerves away and replied, “Sure.”

Taking your hand, he led you through the crowd to the bar. He easily captured the attention of the bartender and ordered the two of you shots. He turned to you handing you the second shot, he had a devilish grin on his face.

You looked down at the liquid, not recognizing the colouring. “What is this?” You yelled through the music, pointing to the shot glass in your hand.

“Tequila!” he replied, popping his eyebrows up and down and shimmying to the music.

Your eyes bulged, you hadn’t had tequila in a while and last time you did you made some unfavorable decisions. You looked back up at the handsome man in front of you, waiting excitedly for your acknowledgement that you wanted to do the shots with him. You took a deep breath and held it up for him to cheers with. His eyes lit up and clinked his glass against yours, both of you downing the burning liquid swiftly. You both let out a huff and laughed to one another.

“You wanna dance Bunny? I’ve already seen your moves in the ring, but I wanna see what you’ve got on the dance floor.” he asked, shimmying his shoulders towards you.

“Aren’t you here with anybody?” You ask.

He shook his head, “I came here with my brother cuz’ he’s in town visiting from New York, but he just ditched me like 20 minutes ago. Doesn’t like clubs anymore, he’s like really old.” He said with a wink.

You nodded, suddenly feeling the effects of the tequila as your body became warm. “Sure, why not!”

He took your hand again and returned to the dance floor. The two of you bounced back and forth from the dance floor to the bar for an hour. Downing shots and dancing along to the country music that played along with the rest of the crowd.

Midnight struck and the DJ announced they would be switching the music to a more night club vibe.

The room darkened and the lights flashed as vibrant hip hop music boomed through the speakers. The people cheered and started bumping about, effectively pushing you into Bennys chest. You let out a meek sorry and tried to separate yourself from him.

He looked down at you, leaning into your ear to speak, “Don’t be.”

You met his eyes, they were dark. You didn’t hesitate when he reached his arms around your back, bringing you closer and slanting his leg between yours. You instinctively brought your arms up and wrapped them around his neck as you both started swaying to the music. No words were spoken, but your bodies clung to one another like your lives depended on it. He had his hands grazing gently along your back and hips, following your movement as you lightly grinded on his leg. Your eyes never strayed, each of you staring into the other with a burning desire that felt so questioned at the same time. Should you, shouldn’t you passed through your mind on repeat. You would surely survive if you held your resolve and refused yourself in your want to fall into his body fully. You still had at least a week of training with him before Carlos returned, and even then, you would still have to see him at the gym multiple times a week. If he didn’t feel a spark, if he didn’t want you longer than a night, you may not survive the ache that would bring to your heart as you had gotten to know him more in the last week.

Kayla’s words rang through your eyes, “Don’t count yourself out before you’ve even started.” How were you to know this couldn’t be the start of something. Maybe he isn’t just some guy in his late thirties who likes to bang college girls. Perhaps he does feel what you feel, and perhaps the risk would be worth it in the end.

As you toyed with your own emotions, Benny seemed fully decided, flicking his eyes between yours and your lips. He readjusted his hold on you, bringing his hands together on the small of your back and squeezing slightly. You both leaned in and after a desperate breath of desire, slotted your mouths together in an aching kiss. Wasting no time, he licked at your mouth, begging for entry to deepen the kiss. You obliged and the two of you fell into each other, hands grabbing at hair and bare skin. The rest of the room disappeared, all you could hear was your heartbeat and the intense breathing between the two of you as you gasped for breath between kisses. You felt your core start that unbearable ache and need to be satisfied. You squirmed slightly, trying to get a bit of friction on his leg and release some of the tension you felt building.

After what felt like eternity and no time at all, you broke the kiss and looked up at him, chest heaving, “Wanna get out of here?” you asked, timidly.

He grinned, “Fuck yeah.”

Benny took your hand and led you out the club, you were quickly able to shoot a look at Kayla as you passed, to which she responded with a big cheer and a crude gesture.

When you emerged from the hazy club, the liquor you had both been consuming began to overtake you as you stumbled towards a cab Benny was somehow able to wave down between his own hiccupped laughs at your imbalance. You slid into the cab and chuckled to him as you gave the driver your apartment address and he mocked you for the way your words slurred.

Once the cab pulled off the curb and began the quick drive to your place, Benny was back on you like a cat on a mouse. You held his face in your hands and laughed between mouthfuls of each other. He pulled your leg up onto his lap and ran his hand up your thigh to squeeze your ass through your skimpy dress. His poor excuse for facial hair tickled your neck as he lapped up every inch of exposed skin he could find.

The cab finally pulled to a jolted stop in front of your apartment, Benny reached into his wallet and handed the driver some bills, as well as an apology for the misconduct that had occurred in the back seat. He guided you out of the car and shut the door behind you.

You took his hand and led him upstairs to your floor. Upon reaching your door you paused, looking to him, your uncertainty taking over you once again, “Are you sure you wanna come in? It’s okay, if you don’t. We can just blame this whole thing on a drunken mishap and-,”

Before you could finish your self-deprecating rambling, Benny crashed his mouth back into yours. He pushed your body into the front of the door with his own and held your jaw with his hands. You were taken aback but accepted that he did in fact want this as much as you did, so you lifted your hands up to his elbows and stayed in the moment with him.

He slowly pulled his mouth off yours with a slight pop, his lips were already swollen and eyes stary. “Are you gonna let me in or you gonna keep trying to convince yourself I don’t want this?”

You swallowed deeply, and nodded, turning your body from his grips so you could unlock the door. It swung open and you fell into your apartment, dragging Benny behind you by the neck of his t-shirt.

His eyes stayed on you the whole time, while you kicked off your shoes, while you put your purse on the counter, while you fumbled with the lamp in the living room to give some light to the space.

The air between the two of you was electric as you met in the middle of the room, bringing each other into one last kiss before you break and take his hand, leading him down the hallway to the bedrooms. He smiled to you as you opened your bedroom door and followed you in. You prompted him to pass you and then reached up onto the front of the door at the sign hanging there. You grabbed it and turned it over to read “Do not disturb”, before kicking the door closed with your foot.

Next chapter

@rmwarn90 @meveispunk

[pobopolybius]

Why does limbus tumblr want Sinclair to be a minor so fucking bad. He's a fixer. He's at least 20. You legally have to be at least 20 to be a fixer bc fixer regulations are strict as hell.

Is a young adult not allowed to have feelings or something? Or is the issue the fact he's a short man? Or maybe a combination of both? Sinclair is an emotionally volatile adult because his parents were killed in front of him not too long ago for reasons he considers his own fault. If your parents and siblings were murdered in front of you by someone you once were close to, that you considered your friend, I don't think you'd be so emotionally stable either for a good while.

Though also, despite his emotional vulnerability and wearing his feelings on his sleeve, Sinclair isn't helpless. It's a complete disregard for his development and Project Moon's writing to reduce his post canto iii self to being weak and helpless. He showed more than just a determination to get over his past and get over everything

He's not a sweet little innocent boy, he's a grown man with his own troubles and rage bottled up within him in ways one cannot even begin to process. He has hatred and resentment shoved so far down his throat he's forced to swallow it and make do with it, he's forced to process it when he's not ready to yet, because hey, at 20, you don't have the world at the tip of your fingers. You have just been thrusted out into the world to figure things out for yourself.

Sinclair, much like his book counterpart, had been thrusted into an adult world prematurely, and that messes with you even more. He had no guidance that we know of, he had no one to rely on or trust once Demian had left and Kromer had betrayed his trust. He's young, but young doesn't mean "child", people may call him kid, but Rodya calls Don Quixote "Chiquita" (little girl) as well. It's affectionate, it's a nickname, and by that logic, since Carmen refers to everyone as "child" in their uptie stories, would that mean that all sinners are underage?

[hlficlibrary]

umm hello, i need your help... i havent read a fanfic in a few months and it's starting to feel weird coz i'm literally always reading but now whenever i open a new fanfic i end up skim-reading it and it feels like a dishonest thing to do

so could you please recommend me some angsty fanfic under 20k which are very gripping....

THANKYOU

Hello, anon! You're very welcome! This was an interesting challenge because I wanted to get you closer to 20k than super short ones. And for some reason the angsty ones I could think of are either short or over 20k. That being said, I knew I'd be able to find you some. (ALSO, I promise you that just skim-reading something is a perfectly fine thing to do and there's nothing dishonest or bad about it. Sometimes, we just find ourselves in a place where it's harder than other times to get into a story. That's no one's fault! I do understand the feeling of wanting to really get into a story though, so I hope these fics will do that for you!) I'll put the word count with these so you know how long these are and also I fudged the first one because I think it's JUST what you're looking for and it's just a little over 20k.

what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove (E, 22k)

As Harry sucks lovebites into Louis’ neck, Louis hopes that one day those marks will cover the way he can still feel Alex’s handprints burned into his flesh.

As Harry’s nails drag scratches along Louis’ back, Louis hopes that one day the scabs on his heart will heal and drop away just like the scabs on his skin.

As Harry fucks him down into the mattress, the bed shaking with every thrust, Louis hopes that one day his mouth will forget the shape of Alex’s name, won’t trace it over and over as the heat builds inside him, won’t want to scream it when he comes. Maybe one day he’ll open his eyes, as he slowly floats down from his post-orgasm haze, and won’t expect to see Alex’s face smiling back at him.

But today is not that day.

A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for. But Harry has some secrets of his own, and they send Louis' world spinning off its axis all over again.

bonded by @juliusschmidt (M, 20k)

Louis cannot remember his life before Harry. He had one- Harry is, after all, two years younger than he is- but he cannot pull up even one memory that is not somehow intertwined with Harry.

the one where they are bonded, but it's not like that and they have to pretend like it is

No Easy Love (Could Make Me Feel This Way) by @allwaswell16 (E, 17k)

There’s never been anyone for Harry but Louis. He had always thought their love would last forever, despite society’s pressures on an alpha/alpha relationship. When Louis breaks up with him and moves to Chicago, he’s suddenly left behind to pick up the pieces of the life they once shared. Instead of moving on, he finds reasons to keep Louis in his life and in the process begins to piece together what went wrong.

Or an Alpha Louis/Alpha Harry au where they get a second chance to make things right with the love of their life.

You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax (E, 15k)

Harry doesn’t ever mean to hurt him; Louis doesn’t know how to tell him that it’s the only thing he ever does anymore.

Or, Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

give me things to stay awake by embodied (E, 10k)

It’s shitty and it’s counterproductive and it’s self-indulgent, but he lets it become a thing. On Saturday nights Harry goes out and gets so pissed he can’t stand, and when the bartender cuts him off he rings Louis and is in his car within an hour. It’s not a cycle he’s proud of, but it’s also something he can’t resist, and he keeps doing it as long as Louis keeps showing up.   AU. It's been a year since Louis broke up with Harry.

[the-musings-of-a-manga-reader]

Majo Taisen

Majo Taisen - The War Of Greedy Witches

Do you want to watch women from history fight each other in skimpy outfits? Are you a fan of Record of Ragnarok?  Well, do I have the series for you! Majo Taisen aka The War of Greedy Witches

It’s like Record of Ragnarok but worse. 

I’m sorry that’s a bit too harsh. It honestly isn’t a terrible series and I quite enjoyed reading it even tho it has quite a few flaws.

In this series, 32 women from history are brought forth to fight each other in what is known as “Walpurgis”. These women are now witches with magic related to their desire, their greed. The winner of the tournament gets their desire, a wish, fulfilled.

Unlike Record of Ragnarok, the humans are pitted against each other and only one can win. However, like RoR, each time an opponent loses their soul is destroyed aka a permanent death. 

Now what I think is the fatal flaw of the series is the main character Jeanne D’arc or better known as Joan of Arc. It’s not so much her character that I find a fault with, I actually quite like her. The problem lies in her being both the protagonist and one of the fighters. With her being the protagonist it can be assumed that she’s not going to lose, meaning the women going against her certainly will. She has a ton of plot armor and I don’t think this is a series where the protag would be killed off. In my opinion, because of this, the story loses some of its excitement.

I have two other smaller critiques:

1. The Outfits; while I get the skimpy outfits are “hot”, they’re not the most functional for a battle. Nothing is being protected. And honestly with some outfits I have no clue how they aren’t flashing everyone

2.  The length of the battles. The battles are very short and so are each character's back stories. I do like that the battles aren’t quite as long as Record of Ragnarok, which can feel drawn on sometimes. But in this case, they almost feel too short. Same with the backstories, they only last 4 pages at the most. And I think because of that I don’t grow an attachment to most of the characters or get super invested in the fights.

Now onto some positives! What I do like is that the fighters are all women. Personally as a woman myself, it’s nice to see a tournament with all these women fighting and being strong and confident on their own not relying on any men. I also like the characters, I think they’re all interesting and have very differing personalities. It’s fun to see how the characteristics in this series were inspired by the actions and personalities of the real-life people. As of right now, my favorite is Tomoe Gozen cause she’s so cute! Hehe

One last pro is that there are multiple rounds. Record of Ragnarok has everyone only fight once, but with Majo Taisen, there will be a total of 5 rounds I believe. I’m curious to see how these future rounds will go since everyone has seen each other's magic. Meaning that they can prepare themselves for the fight rather than being thrust into a fight not knowing what the opponent can do.  

This next part contains spoilers for both RoR and Majo Taisen as I’m going to talk about similarities. 

Majo Taisen definitely seems to be inspired by Ragnarok. First, the cover designs are set up in a similar way. Both feature two of the fightsers on opposite sides of the covers. The name of the series between them in a rectangle shape

(Majo Taisen on the Right; Record of Ragnarok on the Left)

Parts of the stories share similarities as well. For example, the whole bringing dead people from history to fight in a tournament where if they lose their souls will be destroyed and they will no longer exist. The next similarity, that I saw was in Fight 3 of Majo Taisen. The winner of the fight wins by constantly lying and using fake outs, exactly like the winner of fight 4 in Ragnarok. Another noticeable similarity is in Fight 6, where one of the women’s magic focuses on probability and the one scene reminds me of one from RoR’s Fight 3 where Kojiro is able to predict Poseidon’s move.  It’s not the exact same but it definitely was noticeably similar to me.

(Right is Majo Taisen; Left is Record of Ragnarok)

Now I actually do like that Record of Ragnarok has clearly inspired other mangaka to create series similar. I very much enjoy this genre. I'm hoping that with future chapters Majo Taisen improves itself and really tries to break away from under RoR's shadow. Caused of right now it truly does feel like a worse version of Ragnarok.

I do recommend checking it out, as long as you don't take things too seriously. It's available in English on the manga hot app

(I took the images from fan scans so shout out to the people who worked on them)

[loveletterstothepast]

Grief Recovery For Those With Lifetime Worth of Sorrows.

inspired by a dull book of lost love and unrequited loves.

Love is an endless loop belonging to those who’ve found worth in reaching such goals. Love loses meaning and connection once no longer been given flame. If everything is stripped of imagination then there is nothing left but what is, Who is, and moreover the decisions to fan the flames.

For years worth of written books and life long stories told about love a definite theme has always been “love at first sight.” No one talks about how love actually forms. Where’s it comes from and how it’s learned.

In a childhood home where love is withheld it will cause trauma and an antagonizing amount of struggles into finding what love means to oneself. No one talks about the fear you face of rejection. Denial. Abandonment. It’s all a sheltered idea that affection will fix you. To combat this many people turn to a various multitude of ways to attempt to abandon the engraved fear of loving anything and the exception that it will be taken away. If we gather and array of people and ask what they fear most in loving. It’s that once it’s lost.

Soundly I can say that people will do what they must at the end of the day to protect the little they have and refuse to accept more if the chances of being harmed are greater. One should never fear for what is once lost will always return.

A lifetime of sorrows will change a persons perspective on love and loss. It will damage the mind and soul of someone who lacks motivation to continue forward. With a weak mindset and little to no goals of success.. and and absurd amount of self hatred, people would just rather give up in the face of loss instead of continuing with the glorious life they’ve been left with. This is not to torment those who feel lost in their demise.

A lot of people will grow with the constant thought of “God has failed me” and in truth that is an acceptable approach and I no longer think people should be forced to leave it up to higher spirits. The truth is if you’ve felt denied at every turn then you should construct an idea of how you plan on continuing growth. With some minor suggestions I’ve found that self improvement and talking kindly to yourself is helpful in remedy to the aches of life.

We call out life’s journey a climb of a horrid mountain that throws things at us without ever gracing us with a break and although that may be true in some cases more than other, we must learn to endure the growing pains that have been so violently thrusted our ways. It’s simple to say “let go” but what is letting go to the individual and what is that to the audience. Who to root for if biblically inclined. Who to cheer on. Who to become after trauma. In all honesty the path to healing is difficult and different for every person and sometimes sweeping secrets under the rug is much easier than admitting to the pain. We must submit to that pain and allow ourselves to grieve how we deem fit. But only for a short time. Else it will consume and to continue will be a misfortune unknown to all.

I lost my whole youth into growing up and taking care of others around me. Nurturing has always come easy though I’ll admit my faults in becoming someone’s mother who was not my child. In the dating pool I dated an array of men with mommy issues to attempt to remedy their aches while caring for the parts of me that were lacking in parental guidance. Love was an obstacle course that I was crashing through lover after lover to attempt to find what suited me. None held much worth until I found my opposite in every way. He who was nurtured and loved. He who was showered in the gift of life and because of that I have found myself in a torn spot of the unknown. I didn’t have to fix everything I simply had to exist in it and express my feelings and together we healed the parts of me that were less. Together we grew the parts of him that were more and we found peace in our relationship. The quite and duality of our relationship is a theme of give or take in a happy way.

When we found out we were pregnant happy could not begin to explain what we felt. There was love. So much love that we both knew we had to offer and we both knew that our home would be one away from what my family thrusted into me and one that was just generally happy. We made it to 27 weeks and 2 days before our sweet boy Micha was born still.. Everyday it hurts and everyday we carry it differently. We’ve been lost in our healing and because of our backgrounds we healed differently.

Love was lost and that was that.

Although.. Loving your partner through something traumatic is a choice you realize you have to accommodate for everyday after that loss. You must work on that love until it returns naturally. You never fully stop loving but some points you realize that empathy is lost and you care less about their feelings as you lick your own wounds. Some relationships don’t last during this due to fighting to get back on track since one is always on survival mode and the other is used to mourning at a normal pace. Take a deep breath during this and know that mourning, is for you as well and you deserve to cry with your partner. Not cry against them. Take time to speak beautiful into them and watch them reciprocate that same beauty into you. Loving should never be difficult if your willing to set your weight down and see that it’s not just you. You of course are your own personal healer and you rely on yourself alone, but you do not have to endure this alone. Love is something beautiful and if you can grasp the bits you still have for your partner, you can healthily work on the pain together.

A life time of sorrows strips you of everything normal people find normal and you have a wall built up for yourself. But lay down those burdens. You’re not a child anymore. You can talk about it and make a justifiable decision that YOU need to make. Hold on. It gets better even if you can’t find the light right away. You will.

God does not take away gifts like babies, there was something you needed to learn and although that may not be clear at this moment. You may learn that You have to let go of the life you knew to be the person you one day hope to be. And it’s normal to hate every ounce of everything you’ve endured since then.

You’ll find yourself after walking out of the self sabotage and torment.

You deserved that child and one day, you’ll have another and it will never replace that sweet baby in the beginning but you’ve found out by now, the heart grows. When we’re not looking. Ever so silently. It grows.

[themculibrary]

50k-100k Masterlist 3

part one, part two

Being In His Possession (ao3) - valiantlybold steve/bucky E, 52k

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is nineteen years old, and he is about to make what might be the worst decision of his short little life.

But little by little, he comes to like his new place of employment, as well as his employer. Well... Maybe a little more than just like.

Countdown (ao3) - ShesLikeTexas steve/tony, pepper/happy, bucky/natasha E, 96k

Summary: Mob Boss Steve Rogers kidnaps Tony Stark and gives him 365 days to fall in love with him.

intentional hurts (ao3) - trickofthelights wanda/agatha, past wanda/vision E, 97k

Summary: "But if you want to continue bumbling your way towards the apocalypse, be my guest.”

Wanda, with agonizing slowness, inches toward awareness, absolution, and Agatha.

I've Heard That Song Before (ao3) - Pokimoko steve/peggy T, 95k

Summary: In the year since he broke free from HYDRA, Bucky Barnes has been trying to rediscover himself, searching for who he was in the words of history books and within the memories he is slowly recovering. While journeying through Hungary, he meets a mysterious old woman who promises to help him. He accepts, not realising that her idea of helping involves time travel.

He gets sent back to 1944, into the body of his younger self. Bucky, with no clear idea of how to return to the future, tries his best to rediscover the Bucky that Steve, Peggy, and the Howling Commandos know him to be, whilst also having to deal with a mission straight out of his worst nightmares.

Keeper (ao3) - HepG2 steve/tony E, 81k

Summary: “Uh, I’m… very new to the whole thing,” Tony swallows visibly. He uncrosses his legs and grabs his cup again. “I looked at pictures. Research. They look graphic.” 

Tony Stark is a journalist hanging onto the last of his life lines. He needs new writing materials. Something that sells. Then the whole town is talking about a BDSM play gone wrong, and there it is. His story.   Steve chuckles again. Tony notices he hasn’t touched his drink. “No worries. It’s very unlikely for us to take it up to that level.

It takes two to tango.

Leave Yourself Behind (ao3) - raendown sam/bucky T, 76k

Summary: “It’s a very long story,” he said.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. The basic truth itself could be summed up real easy: that guy right there is me from the future and that’s his pal Sam, also from the future. All the details and the questions afterwards - only half of which got actual answers - that’s what really took so long.

When a version of himself from the future is brought back to the past right in front of him suddenly HYDRA isn't the most interesting thing in this war. But the more time Bucky spends with himself and the new companion who came with him, the more questions he finds himself with. How much time has really passed? How much can one man be changed from himself? Who is this Sam - and what will he grow to mean to Bucky?

Meet Me On The Darkest Night (ao3) - Cryofreeze steve/bucky, minor peggy/steve T, 70k

Summary: “I know you think it wasn't my fault, Buck...”

“You had to make a decision, there was no right or wrong choice.”

Steve blinked miserably at the stone step beneath his knees, grinding grit into his so-called uniform. “Maybe I'm not cut out to be a Commanding Officer.” He forced back a lump in his throat threatening to constrict his voice. “Or Captain America...”

~ ~ ~ ~

After the Howling Commandos' last mission goes awry, Steve questions his morals and self worth as a soldier... and as Captain America. He struggles to believe in himself and the man he thought he was, but being thrust back out on another dangerous mission gives him little time to choose between his own self-doubts or giving his all to save 1,000 prisoners of war from Hydra's clutches.

With the aid of Peggy Carter and the unwavering support of Bucky Barnes, they set out on a rescue mission inside the confines of a medieval fortress in WWII Europe. However, Steve isn't the only one to find the ghosts of the place crawl under his skin...

There's angst, action and an emotionally driven core to the tale of how Steve Rogers is forced to come to terms with what it really means to be Captain America.

Pretend We're In Love (The Heartache Still Hurts) (ao3) - InsaneJuliann rhodey/tony T, 51k

Summary: Rhodey's dad is dying, and what he's always wanted is for Rhodey to be happily married. Tony and Rhodey were best friends, and haven't spoken in years. But after a chance meeting at the airport, and a desperate, insane idea on Rhodey's part, they end up pretending to be engaged.

But how much of it is really pretend?

Seasons of Time (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness, britbrit99 steve/thor T, 56k

Summary: Thor hadn’t put much thought into what marriage and bonding might look like for him. The consideration only ever went as far as acknowledging that it was something that would need to happen, that was expected of him. He certainly didn’t ask questions or press for answers he was wholly uninterested in hearing.

Someday he would be required to court potential mates that would inevitably lead to marriage and, of course, bonding. He would be expected to have a child, at least one, preferably born with an Alpha designation, who he would then be expected to raise to take his place some many, many years down the road.

Someday, the time would come where he would need to conform to the role of King that he would eventually fill and that included the aforementioned expectations.

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (ao3) - SmolderingFlame steve/bucky E, 90k

Summary: Steve Rogers is the most dangerous man in Brooklyn. Bucky Barnes is the son of an abusive drunk who needs to pay off a serious gambling debt. Just so happens Steve has a thing for pretty brunettes with feisty attitudes.

Teacher what cha' gonna do? (ao3) - ArieHolmesJr steve/tony E, 82k

Summary: Steve Rogers is in his last year in college which means he will soon graduate. Unfortunately, on the first day he learns that he has a new Statistics teacher- who is an asshole by the way -and things quickly turn in a way he didn't expect.

the adventures of peter parker and shuri (ao3) - aceschwarz222 gamora/peter, pepper/tony G, 92k

Summary: T'Challa must spend two weeks at the Avengers Compound working on an agreement with Tony Stark in light of Wakanda opening its borders and resources. He brings along his sister, Shuri, who meets the equally nerdy Peter Parker.

Basically a bunch of short, fluffy drabbles about a fantastic friendship between two adorable dorks.

The Secrets We Keep (ao3) - Us_Alive pepper/tony, ben/may N/R, 79k

Summary: “Who are all these people?” Pepper looked at the crowd forming around them.

Tony flashed his million-dollar smile that always made Pepper melt. “Don’t worry about them Pep, it’s just business.”

So, Pepper let it go. She shouldn’t have.

Pepper's life was perfect. Tony was the perfect husband, gentleman and he made her feel like the luckiest woman alive. It was everything she dreamed of.

But she soon finds out Tony's biggest secret. So she hides her biggest secret by running away. Problem is, Tony is not about to let her go.

The Ties That Bind Us (ao3) - Winterturtle pepper/tony T, 74k

Summary: Peter Parker is ordinary high school student, living alone in apartment in Queens. He doesn’t see his parents very often due to their work. However, his life turns upside-down when Tony Stark, the most feared and powerful man in New York, gives an order to kidnap him to use him as leverage against his parents to get one of his people back. Parker luck strikes in the worst possible moments, events from the past surface and secrets are revealed, changing everybody’s lives.

 Now Tony needs to learn how to be a dad. What will Peter do once he learns the truth of his true parentage?

This Is How We Learn (ao3) - sadsongssaysomuch steve/bucky E, 53k

Summary: The year is 1986 and Steve Rogers is a scholarship student at Lakewood Academy, a school for students gifted in music, art and dance. When he meets fellow student Bucky Barnes, Steve learns that sometimes the most important lessons we learn in life aren't things we're taught in school at all.

Unexpected Anomalies (ao3) - checkmate tony/bruce E, 85k

Summary: Tony Stark has the whole of Erskine Academy under his thumb - from his class mates to the professors to the head teacher, no-one dares think about trying to challenge him - and he's hardly expecting this year to be any different.

But there's one thing he didn't account for.

A new room-mate by the name of Bruce Banner.

Wade In Your Water (ao3) - especiallythezefronposter tony/bruce M, 62k

Summary: In 1984, Bruce Banner is reported killed in action after a bomb test gone wrong. A month later, he returns to Caltech university to finish up his thesis.

The Winter Soldier is sent to bring him in.

When Eyes Meet Eyes (ao3) - luxshine bruce/tony, phil/pepper, clint/natasha, steve/howard, jane/thor E, 50k

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, and finding them is as easy as following your heart, Tony Stark is convinced that he needs no one at his side. Bruce Banner, on the other hand, is convinced he doesn't deserve anyone. Fate, however, has other ideas.

Who Prays for The Devil? (ao3) - Bourneblack steve/bucky E, 79k

Summary: A mafia AU slams into a coffee shop AU, and out pops a cracky, fluffy, smutty, and angsty identity porn fic between son-of-a-mafia boss Bucky Barnes and clueless coffee shop owner Steve Rogers that takes a brief look into the bowels of the American healthcare system.

Winter Undone (ao3) - DCAngst steve/bucky T, 74k

Summary: What if, after the Endgame battle, Dr. Strange used the time stone to save Tony and undo 80 years of Hydra for Bucky? In other words, 1945 Bucky ends up in 2023 and has to come to terms with...a lot.

[belladonna-wright]

SWYNWRIMO2023

November 11 – Short and Sweet One-Shot: Write ten short-short stories of no more than a paragraph long (can star one or multiple characters.)

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, smoking, and crime.

I.

“No. No,” Jessie pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry.” She apologised easily to the flustered looking shop assistant who was expecting a full category five customer melt down, by the looks of things. “It’s not your fault.” Jessie insisted, and watched as the woman in front of her seemed to relax more, lulled into that false sense of relief. “I guess I’ll just keep them.” She gestured to the array of expensive face creams, the perfume, the make-up. “Could I get a bag, at least?” Jessie watched as the shop assistant nodded and began to load the ‘returns’ into a paper bag branded with the department store’s logo, ready for Jessie to take back home.

II.

“Excuse me, Sir?” Jessie seemed to practically tremble as she stumbled into the path of the wealthy looking man in a suit. “Could you help me? I’m so-” She cut herself off with a stricken sort of sob. “Somebody stole my purse!” At that the gentleman began to look around, worried about whatever wretched lowlives might be hoping to take his pocketwatch next. He missed the hand dipping expertly into his pocket. “Could you direct me to the nearest police station? Please-” He began to give her the instructions, officiously. Men always were so happy to provide some chivalrous assistance.

III.

“Madame,” Jessie inclined her head politely, as she held up the coat towards the wealthy lady who was tossing her hair back, clearly impatient to get on with the rest of her evening now that dinner was out of the way. Diamonds glittered as she thrust out her chest, and then turned around, arms outstretched to be clad in her fur coat. “Did you enjoy your meal? Oh. Pardon me-” she apologised as she fumbled slightly in slipping the coat onto the woman’s left arm. She did not miss the displeased scoff in the back of the woman’s throat, nor the headshake and the complaint about the quality of the staff going downhill as she walked away. The watch glinted very slightly as Jessie slipped it into her pocket.

IV.

“Oh well actually my boyfriend is buying,” Jessie looked through her eyelashes at the tall man at the bar, who looked put-out for half a second. Then he saw her glance over at the stranger in the booth at the back of the bar. The man was paying her no attention. Jessie made sure she looked a little heartbroken. “I wouldn’t bother with that-” the tall man postured loudly. “I’ll pay. Just you remember it, you can come say thank you later,” he leaned in to whisper it to her. Obviously he was hoping that he would reap some reward for it later. Jessie gave him a coy glance, before gratefully accepting the drink as it was handed to her. She knew who’s tab she was going to be putting the rest of her drinks on then.

V.

“Ah see it’s all about the misdirection, you see?” Jessie laughed, and explained to the small crowd who had gathered around her. “That’s the name of the game with street magic.” She shuffled the cups she was using for a variant on the shell-game yet again, showing off her slight of hand. “So while I’m waving this hand over here-” she waved her right hand up in the air in a dramatic flourish, “My left hand is doing something else.” She showed that hand tipping up one of the cups to palm the pea out from under it. Her right hand patted the poor guy who’d just given her a fiver’s arm. Her left pocketed his car keys.

VI.

Someone shoved a hand into the burly man at the bar’s back. He turned angrily, and shoved the bloke behind him. Someone let out a soft scream and stumbled back away from the two men who were now grabbing each other and starting to shove more. Alcohol and tribal football loyalties were a powerful mix. Jessie reeled back into somebody, who caught her and set her right. She smiled gratefully, and squeezed further back away from the scene as the bouncers made their way in. She slipped the wallet into her coat pocket, as she stepped back out onto the street. 

VII.

“Jess?” Jessie watched as the dark-haired woman began patting down her pockets. “Have you seen my-” Ellen looked up, and then frowned as Jessie dangled her keys in front of her face. Ellen snatched them back, and rolled her eyes. “And I don’t suppose you’d have seen my-” Ellen sighed, wearily. Sure enough, Jessie produced a purse from her other hand. “You’re a pain in the arse, you know that?” She shot, eyebrow raised as she shoved both things into her pockets. “I do.” Jessie smiled a broad grin. Ellen shook her head, then leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips. “I’ll see you later.”

VIII.

Jessie let out a loud and desperate shriek. “Oh no! No! Stop him!” Predictably, the whole area gathered around the market turned to stare at her, and then to stare at the figure darting away from her through the crowded stalls. A few people made as if to grab the figure, with his bandana pulled up around his eyes. A few kind stall-holders rushed over to Jessie’s side and offered kind hands to help pull her back up. Nobody was looking at the hands that had swiped things from stalls during the whole ordeal.

IX.

The cashier turned their back to start faffing around with removing a security tag from something behind them. Jessie simply couldn’t resist. It was like a reflex. Before she had done anything, her hand had snaked a twenty out of the till. It went unnoticed as she finished being rang up, and dutifully paid. As she walked away the note weighed heavily in her pocket. “Oh fine,” she murmured to herself, and slipped the twenty into a charity box by the door. Bloody conscience.

X.

“Joe?” Jessie hurried towards the man who was smoking in the alleyway. He grunted, confused, and gave her the once over. “Oh thank god, there you are! Mr Hansdown told me to come and find you, you’re supposed to be showing me what to do only I couldn’t find you, and then he was telling me we’re super behind our schedule-” The man cut her off with a wave of his hand, and took a long drag of his cigarette, before he swore and stubbed it out with his shoe. “Nobody bloody tells me anything,” he grumbled, as he crossed back to the side door of the hotel. “You’d better follow me.” Jessie smiled, broadly, behind his back. Yes, she would. And when the office safe was emptied? Well that would be just too bad. 

[chiapetkinnie]

could you write a smut for tate langdon?

Sorry it took so long

warnings * smut obviously, not edited , im kinda bad at smut, im not really sure what else. Oh unprotected sex.

Surprise

Its been a while since you last saw your boyfriend tate, he wanted to surprise u!

You were minding your business searching for places that would hire teenagers. Your parents kicked you out for smoking weed in their house, but how is that your fault if they gave it to you. You quickly look up and around. You swear you heard a noise. You look back down at your laptop and continue searching for a job. All of a sudden you feel someone’s arms wrap around your waist. You quickly grab the intruder’s hand and flip them onto the bed. You grab both arms and straddle them pushing one elbow to their neck.  “Hey relax its just me” the intruder spoke.

 You look down to see your boyfriend Tate, who you hadn’t seen since your parents found out about your relationship, which they did not approve of. You let go of his hands and turn away in embarrassment. “Oh sorry”.  “Where did you learn moves like that?”, he asks still in shock. “You always have to know how to defend yourself, especially as a woman.” “Anyway, what are you doing here?”, you ask him as a way to change the subject.  “Well it’s a funny story actually, I found out where you were staying through one of your friends at school because I really missed you” he bats his lashes. You roll your eyes, “And now you want me to fuck you” you add on.  He smiles wide, “precisely, you know you straddling me this whole time is really turning me on, especially in those pajamas your wearing” he caresses the side of your thigh.

 “god”, you roll your eyes and place a kiss on his lips. “ if I fuck you will you shut up and let me focus” you spoke running your hand across his jaw. He nods his head and kisses you softly.  You kiss him back as the kiss begins to become more passionate. You slowly grind your body on him and he moves his hands onto your hips. He grunts as you buck your hips . You press kisses onto his neck and lightly sucking sweet marks onto his skin.   “Fuck, lemme take this off ok”, you spoke taking off your shirt. He smiles eagerly and lovingly as he watches you take off your shirt, taking in every part of your body. You unbuckle his pants and and he takes his cock out. You slide your shorts to the side and slide down onto his dick. “ Fuck, its been so long” you breathe as you take in all of him .  he grips your hips and moves your forward, you start to grind. Pure bliss on both of your faces, he loves watching yours tits bounce up and down as you grind on his dick.  He leans up and kisses your lips. He flips you over and presses kisses into your neck sending vibrations as he praises you.  

“fuck you’re so gorgeous, fuck you feel so good”, he grunts as he thrusts into you. “god I missed you” you say as you dig your fingers into his back.  “ fuck” you moan, you lean your head back into the pillow.

“ Ive missed you so much tate”, you look up at him. He gives you a sweet smile and kisses you, “ ive missed you too”

You grip his hair as your feel your climax coming, “ fuck tate , oh my god , im so close”

He grunts in response as he feels his climax getting closer. He holds your head gently and he presses soft kisses on your head as he picks up his pace and your pants get faster. “Fuck , fuck, Fuck tate”, you moan , your stomach turns with every thrust. “Stay just like that baby cum on my dick ok” he kisses

You release onto his dick and he helps your ride out your orgasm.  “Open up baby”, he says and holds your chin. He pulls out and cums on your tongue. He closes your mouth. “Swallow” You swallow the hot sticky substance and he kisses you.   “Good girl”

sorry its so short i had major writers block

[midnight-vixn]

Could you write a dry-humping story about Belphi or do one with all the characters. My mind and heart is racing after reading your stories!

Glad I could get your blood pumping anon 😌❤️ here’s a treat just because you asked so nicely!

gn!reader x Belphegor

Belphegor loves when you nap with him or stay the night. He loves to wrap himself around you and be the big spoon, he loves the way his face fits perfectly against your neck, he loves to have your back pressed firmly against his chest and he loves the feeling of your ass on his crotch…maybe a little too much at times.

You were nearly asleep, the soft mattress and dozens of pillows coupled with the warmth of Belphie wrapped around you was causing you to drift off quickly. You shifted your hips trying to settle in more and in the process stirred up the sleepy demon behind you. Your ass brushing against him just slightly, a soft groan into your neck and gentle buck against your hips letting you know he wanted more.

You tried to ignore it, to just let him be and take your nap, but that plan very quickly flys out the window. Belphie’s arms wrapping tighter around you, hands sliding up under your shirt, pressing his hips firmly against yours and groaning once more. A very soft “fuck” falls against your skin as he ruts against you some more.

You want to tease him but stop yourself, there’s a very fine line when it comes to teasing the seventh born. You get either a very submissive and needy demon or you awaken his dominant side and get railed within an inch of your life, it’s best to let the situation play out more before diving in.

Belphie adjusts himself, burying his face deeper against your neck, hooking one leg over your hip, grabbing at your chest repeatedly. He bucks into you at a rather slow pace but you can feel how hard he is already, his cock rubbing against your ass while he lets out short gasps and grunts. The way his fingers dance around your nipples instead of pulling harshly tells you he’s feeling submissive tonight, but rather than tease him you decide to entice him.

You reach one hand down and lower your shorts, leaving your ass on display. A very needy whine leaves Belphie as he watches his clothed cock rub against your exposed skin. “Is that better?” You gently tease. He only moans in response but you can feel his hot breath against your back as he moves to watch himself rut against you. His pace increases just slightly, quiet curses and bashful moans escape him as he watches the stain on his pants grow with each thrust.

“Want…more. I— haaa! Please!” One of his hands reaches down to pull at your shorts, you help remove them and expect him to slide into you immediately. Instead, Belphie pulls his waistband down enough to free his aching cock and slips in between your thighs. The precum that leaks from his tip now coats your inner thighs as he continues to rut against you, one hand gripping your waist and pulling you into him with each thrust.

“F-fu-uck…” His moans become louder, his pace becomes erratic, and he licks at your neck before leaving small kisses. He continues to fuck your thighs, his cock rubs up against your sex and his slick begins to mix with your own making it easier for him to move. You start to moan and grind back against him trying to get more friction when his cock grazes you, you reach one hand down to play with yourself and use the other to wrap around his cock.

Between your thighs and your hand Belphie can barely think straight, he needs more! He knows he won’t last long but he wants the real thing before he explodes. He rolls you over on your stomach and slows his pace to a soft grind, he rubs his tip against your entrance while he moans in your ear. He all but begs for permission so you grant his wish, after all it’s your fault for riling him up.

[ninigummysmile]

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 - 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐨

Summary: Jisoo can't stop spying and fantasizing about her new neighbor

Solo!Jisoo x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 751

Two months. Two months since Jisoo can't stop thinking about her new neighbor.

She doesn't know if it's a coincidence or not, but every time she looks out the window, you're there.

With the onset of summer, she could have the pleasure of seeing you start to wear shorter clothes, tight shorts, tank tops and even bikinis.

Jisoo knows that if she talks about it out loud it will sound like she's a pervert or a stalker. But, it's not her fault that every time she looks out the window you're there.

One night when Jisoo can't sleep, she opens the curtains and windows because last week the air conditioner broke.

She is about to lie down again when you appear through the window and, to her surprise, you are not wearing any clothes. Completely naked.

She can't stop thinking you're doing it on purpose. That you know she's seen you countless times. She looks one last time through the glass and you have already closed the curtains and turned off the lights.

Now fully awake, Jisoo lays down on the mattress and stares at the ceiling. As much as she tries to think of things that will bring her to sleep, her mind keeps returning to your completely naked body.

Sliding his hand down slowly, she takes off her shorts and is only in her panties. Jisoo starts running her hands gently over her body, imagining things that she knows will turn her on, which is basically you.

Feeling the thin fabric stick to her intimate area, she presses two fingers on top of the small wet puddle of her panties.

Moving up a little higher, she brushes against her clit and a muffled moan escapes her lips. Making small movements, she opens her legs a little wider and lets her mind wander over your body. How she wished it were you who were making her feel pleasure right now.

Removing her panties, she covers her pussy with one hand and lets out a long moan, she feels like she will explode at any moment, she is so excited and wet.

Going back to making small movements on her clit, Jisoo imagines everything she would do to you if given the chance. How much she would suck you until she couldn't take it anymore, how much she would like to see your beautiful expressions when you come, how wonderful it must be to hear you moaning her name.

Inserting two fingers at once into her entrance, she moves her hips incessantly, imagining you lying in her bed is an addiction Jisoo knows she won't be able to give up anytime soon.

She knows you taste good, she knows your skin is soft as clouds and your breasts are the best in the world to lay on.

With her moans flowing freely in the empty room, Jisoo makes circular motions on her clit with her free hand and adds just the right amount of pressure that makes her want to cry out in pleasure.

Her mind imagines all the names she would call you in bed, tell you how hot you look in every possible position, that you're a good girl after coming countless times, that you're a little slut for letting her use your pussy the way she wants.

Increasing the speed of her fingers, Jisoo knows it won't last that long and finally imagines what makes her cum every time: you lying in bed, all sweaty after several orgasms and showing her your beautiful pussy and telling her how well she makes you feel.

Curling her fingers, she reaches the g-spot and after two more thrusts, she comes deliciously into her fingers and moans your name several times as loud as she can, as if that will make you magically materialize in front of her to say how well she came for you today.

With her eyes closed and breathing returning to normal, she can't help but imagine how well she would take care of you after an intense and intimate night between the two of you.

She would prepare a relaxing bath and lay beside you, stroking your hair and saying beautiful words until you fell asleep.

But when she opens her eyes, she returns to reality and will have to clean up and change by herself.

She promises herself that the next time she sees you she'll try to start a conversation, but deep down she knows she'll stall and won't say anything like the other times.