#perky sue

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[dilfenthusiast]

The funniest thing I like to be a little elitist over is my dedication to realism with my RPG player characters vs other people’s IMVU modded IG glam filter thot baddies. The best part about Baldur’s Gate was the little “age” slider where I could give my character smile lines and crows feet! I slid that about halfway bc I am imagining my girl is like 35 and has spent most of her life on the streets or outside in the sun with no spf and she’s drank and spent sleepless nights hunting and even her elf dna can’t save her from aging!! I get so excited when cutscenes show her from a 3/4 angle and I can see her scars and wrinkles and age spots and freckles! And then I see other people with the sexy pouty filler lips, smoldering makeup, thick luscious Pinterest ass hair and skimpy clothes and I laugh. “Amazing wing mod for fairy wings” well my characters is middle aged and looks like it. I’m not contributing to the unrealistic beauty standards in fiction or real life. She has age spots.

^^ (me acting superior and judgmental over other people’s fictional single player video games choices that in no way affect me)

[cursedcatvibes]

KILLSHOT!

re4r!fuckboy leon x fuckgirl reader

word count: 5.9k

summary: Leon is only really a fuckboy because of some sort of childhood trauma thing. He doesn’t want to be forgotten, growing up ugly isn’t something he wanted to be remembered by so when he got his glow up he obviously used his looks to his advantage. But what happens when he starts to hear another name other than his own making rounds, everyone is raving about this person and Leon doesn’t like this. Is he jealous of them? Or is he actually jealous he hadn’t gotten to experience it yet?

tags/warnings: Minors DNI! Smut, 18+. Complicated emotions, slight mask kink, using of drugs, drugs mentioned, alcohol slightly mentioned, college ditzy bimbo talking, fingering, cowgirl, praise, characters from other franchises mentioned, halloween party, stalking-ish.. not proof read

A/N: hello! i have not been active in a few months oh my gosh.. literally sickening but life is literally sickening in itself? so.. but anyways, i had this idea strike me and it’s taken so long for me to punch it out because i kept changing the plot and rewriting and deleting shit because i didn’t like it. sue me! but yeah i forced myself to sit and write all day, so if some of the plot is not consistent i apologize! i actually got slight inspiration from pawgleon.. like the way the characters speak. i think she portrays bimbo and ditzy talk very well! (this is me partaking in kinktober)

Songs! ^^

Killshot (Slowed + Reverb) - Magdalena Bay

Rehab - Brent Faiyaz

Yummy - Ayesha Erotica

Like a Dream - Thomas LaRosa

Poison- Brent Faiyaz

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Leon’s always made a name for himself ever since Junior year in highschool. He had been considered ugly up until that point, had a bunch of acne (just like a normal growing teenager would), wore glasses, and his voice was still a little high-pitched because his balls had yet to drop. So what? Most boys are late bloomers! Definitely nothing to be insecure about.

He got picked on a lot and all the girls he liked never liked him back, always made fun of him whenever they could and called him a weird freak. But that all changed one summer when he got back to school for the new year.

He had gained a skincare routine, traded his glasses for contact lenses, and even started working out. It made him feel good about himself and it gave him the confidence to say fuck you to everyone else.

When he strolled into school however, it proved to be different almost immediately.

Here he was thinking he would have to defend himself again this year but people actually seemed to like him, girls he had never spoken to in his life started coming up to him. All pretty and perky too.

Now all of the sudden everyone wanted to fuck him and he was overjoyed. He quickly lost his virginity not even a month into starting the new school year, it took him a long while to perfect his craft but soon he got pretty good at knowing a woman’s body, men too.

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A few years later and now he’s in college with a reputation of being a fuckboy. It wasn’t a bad thing for him, considering the fact that he was able to get out the pent up stress college applied onto him.

Leon always got to pick his fruit of the night daily, sometimes even more than once a day. He didn’t have to worry about girls trying to get into relationships with him because of his reputation, one, and two, he was always up front about how he didn’t want to date anyone.

He was 1000% sure that if someone could be labeled as best fuck/hookup he would qualify for first every single time.

Well that’s what he originally thought until he started hearing another name going around, almost as often as his own. He was curious about who this person was, he wondered if they were as good as him for this many people to be buzzing about them.

It only took him a couple of minutes asking around before he found out the full name of the person and what class they were in. Surprisingly they were in the morning class of the same lesson that Leon took except his was more in the afternoon.

No wonder they haven’t crossed paths. No worries, he’s sure that a person like him must be cool enough to become friends with.

Oh how wrong he was.

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You had a decent up bringing growing up, didn’t struggle academically and you weren’t bad looking but you weren’t good looking either. Just plain. No one paid much mind to you in middle school.

It was completely fine with you, no drama, no names to remember, and no one to pick on you. You could honestly say you enjoyed it.

No one bothered you up until you hit puberty, you noticed almost immediately that people started treating you differently. It was strange at first, getting used to everyone trying to butter you up for one thing only.

You didn’t see much of an issue because you didn’t care, you didn’t see virginity as a big deal either. Now you weren’t a hoe or passed around, you just had sexual relations with whomever.

You were pretty ecstatic about going to college you had aspirations and dreams, that dream job wasn’t going to be easy. You needed to have a proper education and a little experience in that field before you even tried.

It was also well known in college that you get to sleep around with whoever you want and receive no consequences.

But never raw, you definitely weren’t trying to get pregnant before your life properly started. You applauded the women who did have babies this early in life and still make something of themselves but you could barely take care of yourself on a daily let alone a whole other little human.

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You sat there in the middle row of the lecture, bored out of your mind. You stared at the chalkboard and occasionally glanced down at your notebook to doodle or something to make it appear you were paying attention. It was just an extra class you were forced to do for extra credits before the end of the semester.

Leon on the other hand was sat in the back row of that same class, he somehow managed to weasel his way into the same extracurricular as you so he could spy on you, a feeling of unease brewing in his belly as he watched you.

He didn’t trust you, he didn’t think you were a whore. That’s kinda hypocritical of him but he was put off by your presence. Maybe a little bit jealous of you and how you managed to make a name for yourself. It was almost like he was challenging you mentally. A challenge you yourself wasn’t even aware of.

He glanced up at the clock when he noticed people getting up, he collected his stuff immediately and quietly followed behind you. Leon felt like he was being a bit stalker ish but he wanted answers. Plus it’s not like he was doing it to be a pervert.

He watched as you met up with some friends to go study in the library, obviously he was still shadowing you from afar. His nose shoved inside a book in the far corner in the library but close enough to spy on you from a distance.

He didn’t gain much information, you were hard working with a flirtatious personality, it was kind of hard for him to gather anything from this. But he overheard you and your friends talking about going to a party, his head perked up a bit like a dog smelling a delicious treat.

He wasn’t sure why but he felt this strange feeling wash over him, could he confront you there? But why was he trying to confront you? In all honesty he wasn’t sure, he just knew that he was jealous and scared that he would become a nobody again.

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You and your friends spoke happily about the most random stuff, like who got who pregnant, followed by did you see this new show? The topics never truly stayed on one solid one unless the whole group had a deep connection to it.

So it didn’t surprise you that a party happening later that night was mentioned. “It’s a costume party?” You asked curiously and your friend chuckled and nudged you with her elbow. “Oh my god, like yeah. Obviously. It’s halloween.” Ashley giggled and the rest of them did too.

“That’s so lame.” You murmured, twirling your pencil around in your hand. “Like.. this is the start of a bad hallmark movie or something.” You said as your lips pulled up into a thin line.

Your friends shrugged and they obviously knew you would go anyways, you glanced around the library per usual. Something you did just as a random habit and you spotted someone looking at you.

You frowned a bit as you watched the guy look away and bury his face back in his book. How strange? “What a weirdo.” Your friend, Jill, spoke up and it startled you a bit. “Huh?” You turned back to her and she stared at the guy before looking back at you.

“Do you know him?” She asked and you shook your head no. “Yeah.. I thought so. He kept glancing over here and I thought it was all in my head.” Jill mumbled softly as if to keep it between the both of you. With a nod of agreement from you Jill joined back into the conversation.

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Leon on the other hand was burning red in embarrassment, you had looked right at him and made a face. Now he looked creepy. He should just leave the library now or something, anything! But he stayed glued to his seat, straining his ears to eavesdrop on your table.

After a while he watched you all get up and leave, he sighed softly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nice going, Kennedy. You’ve outdone yourself and now you look like a creep.” He muttered in annoyance.

He quickly packed his stuff up and exited the library, shooting his friends a quick text before heading towards his dorm. He needed a Halloween costume now.

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Halloween shopping didn’t take long for your group of friends. All of you got ready in Claire’s dorm because it was spacious and she was the one who got the best one because rumor had it her brother fucked one of the deans for special privileges and Claire used it as blackmail for herself.

Everyone in that dorm knew it was far from the truth, she was just a good student and because of that she got special treatment alongside Chris.

Ashley was busy doing her makeup when she looked over at you who was staring at the costume you had got. “You okay?” She asked and you turned around to look at her. It was obvious to everyone she would go as Harley Quinn. It suited her. Is what you thought before responding.

“I’m questioning if this is too much.” You responded and Jill perked up. “Definitely not. It’s actually beneficial because it’ll probably be super hot at that party so the less clothes the better.” She murmured mindlessly as she put on her realistic wig..

Ashley and Claire glanced over at Jill before bursting out in a fit of giggles. “This is why we keep Jill on a high pedestal. She’s like super smart and pretty. It’s a two for one.” Ashley grinned and you chuckled softly.

Claire slung her arm over your shoulder and tugged you close. “Besides you’ll be matching with me, and y’know if someone bothers you and you don’t want them Chris will stand up for us.” She pinched your cheek gently and you swatted her hand away with a whine.

“Fine, you have a point.” You relented with raised hands as if you surrender. Claire smiled and grabbed her costume to change into.

Ashley put her hair up into two pigtails and grabbed the spray of temporary hair dye. “So.. Luis is going to be there.” She beamed, and everyone in the room rolled their eyes. “Ashley, you are such a simp for him.” Claire huffed and you and Jill nodded in agreement.

“Okay well it’s not my fault okay! It’s gotta be his stupid accent.” Ashley grumbled softly, pouting as she did so. When she turned around after staring at the vanity mirror for so long she smiled seeing everyone in their costumes.

Jill is Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise, Ashley is Harley Quinn from the DC franchise, Claire is Starfire, and you are Raven.

You purse your lips as you hold the cape up between your fingertips. “You know for the longest time I had no idea what she was saying.” You admitted and everyone but Jill agreed. “You didn’t watch it with subtitles?” She laughed and you shook your head no with a grin.

“I thought she was just speaking gibberish.” You said and it just made everyone laugh harder as they gathered their things to get ready to leave. “Yeah because they would make one of their main characters speak gibberish everytime she used her powers.” Claire teased and you turned red with embarrassment but also laughter as you all walked out the door.

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Leon on the other hand was pre gaming in his dorm room with his friends, Carlos, Chris, and Luis. “Dude you know how many hot chicks are going to be there?” Chris murmured as he slipped into a brown jacket, pulling gloves onto his hands while searching for his Jason Vorhees mask.

“I'm definitely scoring tonight.” Carlos said as he messed with his hair, a soft hum leaving his lips. Leon shrugged, not very interested in hooking up with anybody. He was more interested in trying to one up you.

Luis sat next to Leon on the couch and stared at him for a second. “¿Qué pasa, Sancho?” He asked, tilting his head at the blonde who seemed to be anxious. “Nothing. Just.. thinking. I guess.” He replied, rubbing his nape.

Luis cocked his eyebrow up and narrowed his eyes at Leon suspiciously. “Well, whatever it is. I’m here if you wanna talk.” He assured, placing his hand on Leon’s shoulder. Leon nodded and grabbed his Ghostface mask.

“Are we all ready?” Chris asked as Carlos was putting on his gloves with fake claws on them. He had the signature Freddy Krueger colors on while Luis had the iconic blue jumpsuit and Michael Myers mask. Once everyone was ready they set off to the party, Leon swallowed anxiously under his mask.

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The first thing you were met with when you entered the frat house was a mess, a mess of drunk and high people. You made a face at the smell of sweat and sex filling the air. Have some decorum people. You grimaced as you were dragged through the party.

Somehow ending up in the living room with everyone in your friend group. “They have coke! Oh my gosh, I’ve like totally wanted to try it.” Ashley beamed and grabbed you. “C’mon let’s all do a line, when’s the next time you’ll be offered coke or something. We’ll be all old with wrinkles.” Ashley whined, trying to convince Claire and Jill who sighed and reluctantly agreed.

“Okay but doesn’t this like burn?” You questioned.

“What? Like Molly?” Ashley raised her eyebrow.

“No—Like doesn’t it burn your nostrils?” You raised an eyebrow back at her.

Jill sighed and picked up a straw that was on the table along with random lines of coke on the glass surface while you and Ashley argued over something as tedious as whether it’ll go down smoothly.

Claire followed in pursuit of Jill and did a line too, squeezing her eyes shut as she sniffled. “Jeez, that shit is strong..” She muttered as she pinched her nostrils, Jill nodded heavily in agreement.

“I forgot you’re the fucking coke queen of America. That’s my bad.” You huffed softly.

Ashley rolled her eyes and went to reach for a straw for you only to see Claire and Jill holding them. “You guys did it without us!!” She complained and you just sighed.

“Ash, we can just do a line right now.” You murmured which seemed to calm her down enough to keep her tantrum at bay. She holds your hand and leans down in sync with you as you both snorted a line.

At the same time you both did, Leon and his goon squad arrived at the party and everyone started cheering. Garnering the attention of all of you kneeled at the table.

You wiped away the residue on your nose and sniffled, narrowing your eyes at Leon for a second as he put on his Ghostface mask and his face was hidden again. He looked.. familiar.

You tried to ponder where you saw him at, but you just shrugged it off. Whatever. Probably nowhere.

Jill glanced over at Chris a few times while Claire was eyeing Carlos. Ashley immediately bounced up and was about to scurry over to Luis. You grabbed onto her wrist before she could run off.

“Ashley! Are you seriously ditching us for Luis?” You stared at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What? Noo—I would definitely not. ‘M just being friendly. I’ll totally come back.” She replied in her usual manner, which gave away that she was lying. You reluctantly let her go and she scurried off.

You sighed heavily as you watched Claire and Jill give each other a knowing look. “You guys too?!” You groaned out and they gave you a sheepish smile. “We’ll come back, we have our phones on sound and we’ll all go home together.” Jill assured, placing her hand on your thigh.

“You guys hate me.” You frowned with a slight pout and Claire pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Pinky promise we’ll come back.” She whispered and you took her pinky in your own. “Okay. Promise.” You sighed out.

Then you watched Claire and Jill disappear, probably to go curl up with Chris and Carlos. You weren’t very amused, the only reason you came was to hang out with them but Leon and his stupid friends came and ruined it.

Whatever. Least you had some entertainment, the coke on the table and the promise of alcohol.

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Leon smirked as he entered the party, he knew he was hot shit. But that lingering fear that he would be some name in the past still brewed within him. Which is why he agreed to tag along. The only question was where were you?

He sauntered deeper into the party with his friends until one by one they were plucked away by girls he recognized from your friend group. He pursed his lips beneath his mask, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he glanced around.

It’s as if fate itself had its way of showing itself as you stumbled into the kitchen, not dressed in much. His eyes widened in surprise as you walked to the punch bowl that was probably spiked by now and got yourself a cup of juice.

He watched from the corner of his eye in awe as you licked the rim of the cup to clean the few drops of juice you got on the side of the cup. He gulped and chastised himself, no he wasn’t supposed to be staring at you like some lovesick maniac. He was trying to prove himself tonight.

He would plow through so much pussy tonight it would leave you behind in the dust. Or at least that’s what he hoped.

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As the night lingered on you got more wasted to forget about the fact you got ditched for some dick. You couldn’t say you were surprised and honestly you were contemplating getting laid. But there was something uneasy about tonight.

Every room you slowly made your way into you saw some guy in the Ghostface costume making out with some girl, borderline groping each other over their clothes. At first you thought it was different guys until you got a good look at the face of the man behind the mask twice to realize it was the same guy with different girls each time. Weirdo. Is all you thought but you were smart enough to remember some guys have a game to see who can get the most kisses, hook ups, blowjobs in one night.

Leon on one hand was shocked each time you walked past him like it was nothing, like you just didn’t care. He was sure he could fuck some girl in front of everyone and you wouldn’t pay them any mind. What the hell?

With a growl he was determined to get your attention somehow, it didn’t even register that he was doing all this for your attention. His body reacting on pure instinct as he broke away from the kiss with the girl. A brief apology as he excused himself. Chasing after you as you drunkenly stumbled back to the kitchen.

He stood at a distance watching you rummage through the fridge. “All my friends hate me, oh my god.” You mumbled under your breath as you found nothing to satisfy your hungry belly. A soft pout on your expression until some guy pressed up against you from behind.

You paused for a second before you stood up straight and turned around to see some random guy in a batman costume staring down at you. “Uhm, hello.” You say as he leans down to inspect your costume. “Oh okay. Just go on ahead—“

“Raven? From Teen Titans?” He asked as his eyes met your own again.

“Oh yeah, my friend and I dressed as Raven and Starfire.” You slurred a bit as he rubbed his thumb over your chin. “Oh—Hellooo.” You giggled as the guy placed his other hand on your hip.

“We’re from the same franchise. I think your costume looks really cool.. I’m Brandon” He uttered softly, leaning down to brush his lips against yours and you eagerly reciprocated, whispering your own name into the kiss. You had plans starting to form in your head to go back with this guy to his dorm and hook up with him.

Well, you did at least plan to leave with him. But no way in hell was Leon going to let that happen. He stormed over, his angry expression hidden behind the Ghostface mask, he cleared his throat and tugged you away from the guy.

He glanced between you and the guy in his stupid batman costume. When he realized what he had done he immediately lied on the spot, blurting the first name of your friend that came to mind. “Ashley! Erm—Ashley asked if you could come help her with something.”

You blinked a few times as you processed what was said, realizing that the guy behind the Ghostface costume must know Ashley, which didn’t surprise you. “Oh.”

You bit on your bottom lip and glanced at Brandon. “Sorry. My friend needs me.” You replied and latched onto Leon’s arm. “Lead the way.” You hiccuped.

Leon immediately walked off with you, feeling a sense of pride at the knowledge he ruined that moment for you. Yet when he looked down at your face you didn’t seem to mind, in fact you seemed more worried about your friend.

Leon guided you out the party, letting the fresh air overcome him and you. He didn’t realize how hot it was inside until he stepped outside with you.

“Wait. She left the party?” You stopped in your tracks and gently tugged on Leon’s arm.

“What?” He said, confusion laced in his tone before he remembered the lie he uttered. “Oh yeah—yeah. She uhm, left to go with him but she told him to tell me you needed her.”

You didn’t seem to question him any further, which was a relief for him because he wasn’t sure how much more he could lie as he guided you back to the dorms. More specifically his.

What the fuck am I doing?

Why did I care so much that she was going to kiss some random dude?

Why am I taking her back to my dorm?

I should’ve been on my fourth hook up tonight and yet I haven’t touched any naked body yet.

Leon’s mind raced as he unlocked the door and guided you inside, closing the door behind him and locking it as you called out for Ashley.

“Ashley! Ugh I swear if it’s not something important and you made me miss out on the opportunity to get laid I’m gonna murder you!” You groaned out as you stumbled in your platformed boots; which in theory are horrible to wear while being wasted.

Leon pulled his mask off and tossed it onto his couch, wiping the sweat from his brow before he followed after you, grabbing hold of your wrist to turn you around towards him gently.

“Ew your hands are like.. gross and sweaty.” You made a face of disgust and his nose scrunched up in annoyance.

“Okay that’s a bit rude.” He huffed and looked at you, he would finally be able to see you for you at this moment. It suddenly hit him.

You’re not competition, obviously not if you’re not bragging about your hook up to him, rather your friend who definitely isn’t here.

Hell, you’re just a girl. A girl who he’s jealous of for no reason.

A girl who’s.. really fucking pretty?

His eyes widened as he came to the realization that it wasn’t anger at being replaced, it wasn’t jealousy of hearing your name being uttered time and time again instead of his.

No, that's stupid. I’ll see if she’s really as good as everyone says she is. He was determined to see what was so special about you.

Your nose scrunched up as if mimicking his own expression as you could see different emotions ran across his face. “Uhm hello?—“ You went to wave your hand in front of his eyes when he tightened his grip on you and pulled you in for a kiss with force. Such force that you stumbled.

A quick lie running out of his mouth smoothly as he cupped your face in his hands. “I lied, Ashley didn’t call you here.. I just have such a big crush on you and didn’t know how to express it.” He breathed out as your tongue ran over his bottom lip.

You, to his surprise, didn’t fight back or protest the kiss. You seemed to encourage it more than anything.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s kinda sly of you..” You remarked as you pulled back from the kiss, your lipstick smeared on his soft plump ones. You brought your thumb up to his bottom lip and wiped away as much as you could.

“So what’s your name you big stud.” You teased in a drunken tone, Leon bit his bottom lip and ducked down to capture your lips again. “Leon.” He muttered into the kiss, slowly guiding you to his room with careful steps.

He could tell you were getting tired of how slow he was moving so he patted your thigh to encourage you to hop up. Once you did he grabbed the back of your legs and held you firmly against him, your lips not parting from his own as he stumbled into his bedroom.

He dropped you down onto the bed and finally pulled away. “I have to turn on the lamp..” He mumbled quietly as he reached off to the side to flick the light on. The moonlight helped to illuminate the parts of the room the light didn’t reach fully.

When he looked down at you he felt his heart rate increase. “Fuck.” He cursed and you just smiled at the sight above you.

You reached your hand up to move his hair out of his face. “What? Think I’m pretty or something?” You asked and he nodded, a soft giggle leaving your precious lips.

So precious. He thought as he pressed his left palm above your head against the bed while his other hand came up to cup and fondle your breast above your costume.

You managed to kick your boots off somehow, leaning back against the bed comfortably. “Well that’s sweet of you. I think you’re quite handsome.” You replied as your hair laid spread out behind you.

Leon hesitated for a second, what does he do now? He’s been hooking up with people for awhile now and for once in his life he’s stunned on what to do next. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a soft moan as you drag his hand up to your mouth to suck on his thumb.

“Hah.. you’re good at that hm?” He cooed, pressing his thumb down against your tongue. With a soft hum from you he adjusted the way he was hovering above you so he could use both hands instead of one.

He dragged his left hand down your torso right down to your pussy, he could feel the heat radiating off of such an intimate part of you. This made his cock throb with want as he pushed the crotch of your costume to the side.

“I guess this costume is pretty much easy access..” He spoke his inner thoughts aloud, watching you blush beneath his watchful gaze before his fingertip brushed against your clit.

You mewled softly and brought your hands up to paw at his chest, wanting his costume off but he clicked his tongue. “Patience. Good things come to those who wait.” He scolded you lightly and gave you a shit eating grin as you frowned.

“You’re like a delicacy.” He explained, rubbing his middle and ring finger through your folds before prodding them against your hole. “You must be handled with care.” He punctuated his words by shoving his fingers inside of you.

You gasped and your back arched off the bed a little. “O-Oh fuck. That feels good.. your fingers are so thick.” You whimpered around his thumb, he snickered softly and pulled his thumb away from your mouth, pressing the wet digit against your clit to rub hard and fast circles against the sensitive little bud while his other hand moved in tandem by fucking his fingers in and out of you.

A slick squelching sound resounding through the room followed by lewd moans coming from you. Who would’ve thought having sex while being high on coke made everything feel ten times better?

“Leon.” You whined softly as your walls clenched down tightly around his fingers. “You’re g’nna make me cum..”

Leon just shrugged and leaned down to nip at your neck. “And? That’s what you want, right baby?” He whispered directly in your ear, sucking on your earlobe. He let out a low chuckle as you cried out a soft yes.

He doubled down on his efforts and you swore you saw stars, definitely. You squealed softly as your orgasm crashed down onto your body like a truck, your cheeks and the tips of your ears turning red and hot with arousal.

“There’s we go. That’s my girl.” He lapped at the pulse point on your neck as you settled down from your high, he took the opportunity to strip himself of his clothes but not before getting a taste of what he was going to be indulging in.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth and swirled his tongue around his own digits, sighing softly as he tasted the sweet essence that he had coaxed out of you.

“God. That shits perfect.” Leon bit his bottom lip as he began to remove his clothes, eyeing you hungrily as his cock sprung up into view.

You mumbled something before sitting up on your elbows, your mouth almost instantly watering at the sight of his dick. “Woah.” You blinked a few times before reaching out to touch.

Accidentally grabbing it too hard made Leon hiss in pleasure. “God damn. Easy baby.” He groaned out, and you winced out a soft apology, letting him guide your hand to be the perfect pressure and pace for him to get off on.

“Wait..” You said suddenly which made Leon pause, staring down at you questioningly. “Can you get your uh.. the mask.” You asked coyly, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger slyly as it registered what you wanted in his head.

“Sure thing.” He chuckled and patted your cheek, disappearing for a second before returning with the mask on his head. You grinned wickedly as he stood near the edge of his bed.

“How do I look—“ He was cut off by you yanking him down onto the bed, straddling him as you smirked. “I’m gonna absolutely ravish you.” You sighed out softly, having already removed your clothes when he stepped out the room.

Leon was quite stunned at the 360 shift in attitude. You were just crying on his fingers a few seconds ago and now you’re practically pinning him down. He placed his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing his thumbs against your soft skin.

“Yeah? What if I want to ravish you?” He retorted and you leaned down to press your bare chest against his own, “You could try.” You slurred quietly, but as the hours went on the more you slightly sobered up.

“Guess I’ll have to try super hard then.” He whispered softly as he grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip of it through your folds with a soft hum. You bit your bottom lip as you eventually sank down on him, the two releasing a soft moan in sync with each other.

It didn’t take long for Leon to start bouncing you on his cock as you rode him with an eager pace, it seems the mask was doing things for you that you yourself weren’t even aware would do.

The wet sounds between the two resounding through the room as skin on skin slapping against each other blended into the mix. “Fuck, you’re so tight.. ‘n wet.. ‘n warm.” He whined, fingers digging into your plush thighs as he bucked his hips up into you.

You nodded in acknowledgment. Your eyes fluttered shut as you could feel that coil in your gut tightening with each thrust and bounce. You knew you were close and so did Leon. “I’m almost there.” He panted out, gulping beneath the mask which was starting to prove to be extremely hot. He was sure he had sweat all over his face and head, if he was to remove the mask he was 99% sure that his hair would be thoroughly damp.

Yet if he could get girls to ride him as crazy and as good as you do he would wear it for every hookup encounter he ever had.

You reached your hands up to start punching and twisting your nipples, fondling your tits to tease him. He grunted loudly as he watched you with bated breath. “Fuck, keep playing with yourself like that. Touch that pretty little clit of yours too.” He gritted out as you did so, causing your walls to clamp down tightly around his cock.

Your jaw dropped as his cock brushed against that spongy spot inside of you that never failed to give you chills. “I-I can’t hold it..” You cried out, hand still moving quickly against your clit. Leon could see your chest rising and falling quickly and he was just a few seconds away from spilling his own seed.

“I know. W-Where do you want it?” He uttered aloud, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back against his bed. “Mm. Inside, please.” You whined, bucking your hips eagerly.

Leon's eyes shot open and his head shot up to stare at you. “Fuck.. that’s so hot. Are you sure?” He was a bit nervous and didn’t want to cum inside of you if you weren’t 100% sure.

With an eager nod you spoke once more. “Yes! God, please! Inside of me, Leon.” You insisted, throwing your head back in pleasure as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling your hips flush against his own, he came before you did and it only took a few quick rubs from you before your orgasm hit you once more.

You practically collapsed on top of him with a heavy breath, resting your head on his chest as he moved his hands up to pull the mask off, finally being free of the sweaty contraption. He wrapped both his arms around you as his cock started to soften within your warm wet walls.

Fuck. He had to admit that the people were right about you being a good fuck.

Especially when you looked up at him with that soft smile but your eyes told a different story as you wiggled your hips a bit, it’s as if he didn’t even start to soften to begin with as he was fully hard within seconds.

Guess he was in for a long night, just as long as you don’t hear the incessant buzzing coming from your phone that was discarded on his nightstand haphazardly from your friends.

[miguel-owhora]

fat!miguel save save me fat!miguel

i dont think our miguel would get fat, unfortunately enough; he's too active, too paranoid, to let himself go—that and spider people have fast metabolism.

so in another, other universe, miguel doesn't become spider-man, and sure, he works out, but having a child takes its toll. and... he got comfortable with you. you treated him good, you had enough money to support your little family—he was actually living a good life.

so sue him for not exercising and eating healthier when you swung into his life; you pampered him with everything he could ask for, lovingly cooking for him, forcing him to be your guinea pig, and like many guinea pigs, he often didn't have a choice but was more than willing to eat whatever you fed him.

and miguel gets pregnant with your kid, lord does he get fat. you take care of him so good, indulging in every craving, lovingly massaging him when he gets sore. unable to rest how you chub up when you paw at his rolls and fat, cooing over his stretch marks.

stuffing yourself between his legs, his fat and jiggly and hairy thighs, and eating his fat pussy. having to spread them open just to get to his cock, and fuck, how miguel would squeeze his thighs around your head. i think he'd be a little shy and flustered when you ask him to ride your face, but after a few licks, he'd putting his entire weight on you and moaning, leaking slick.

watching his stomach, heavy with your kid and fat, roll and jiggle as you fuck him, hgngfh maybe even having him bend over the counter and slapping his hairy ass. fuck, how about bending him over n eating his ass out, rubbing your hands over those thick globes, they'd probably fatten up fjfmdd

his tits would also be so fucking fat and perky, they'd be so sensitive and you'd be mesmerized every time you fuck him, bc that shit would be bouncing with every thrust hfnff

[monst]

Day 8: Got Milk

Lactation | Omega! Jason Todd 

Warnings: Alpha or Beta. Reader (You choose), Lactation, Uh, Milk drunk? Mutual pining, Reader is tit-matized you're lucky he likes you lmao. Major Idiots in Love vibes.

WC: 850

  God, you felt like such a pervert. Jason was upset for fucks sake and all you could focus on was his glorious rack. His tits bulged scrumptiously from beneath the form-fitting tanktop. His pretty lips were curved in a frown. Right, Jason is upset…. 

  Dear lord, he was leaking through the red shirt, two pretty little damp spots above his hard nipples. Man were thirsty, was your throat always this dry? His hands were gesticulating. He was really really upset but..  they bounced—the heavyweight of them jiggling with every flail of his arms. 

    “And now my fucking tits hurt.” He finishes, his green eyes looking at you expectantly. Whatever he was going on about you could somewhat surmise. Sue you for being distracted. Something-something Jason and the 'Batfam's' monthly tiff something-something huge blowout that most likely ended with Jason storming out saying ‘We're not pack’. Which brought a heavy-breasted Todd-Wayne to your door. You didn't think your dopey grin was appropriate at the moment but you were glad your omega came to you for comfort.

    Well, he wasn’t exactly your omega, not yet at least but apart from a roll of his eyes at your ogling; he’d been acting odd and all your instincts screamed at you to find out what was wrong and fix it. His thick arms crossed underneath his bust as he fixed you with another unimpressed stare. 

   “Sorry,” At least you had the decency to sound bashful. “Right, they're all assholes”

    “Thanks (Name) you always know what to say.” He drawled. 

   “Of course~” At your easy grin he begins to relax, stiff shoulders sinking back onto the loveseat. There's still a crease between his brows and you let him come to a decision. He'll either tell you what's up or he'll come up with an excuse and bolt. He's biting his lips and peeking at you red climbing up his cheeks. He sets his jaw and it looks like he’s gonna spill. “Do you want some milk” he rushes out. 

   If you'd had a drink you would've spat it out. What!? The damp spots have begun to drip, little rivers down to his abs. He crosses his arms over the shirt to hide them. His eyes are slitted again. “What do you mean?”

     “My stupid body is producing milk on overdrive, apparently it thinks I've been abandoned.” He huffs. 

     “I don't own a pump” he looks at you like you're stupid. You probably are, of course, you don't have one you're not an omega. You gulp, nervous excited! “Like from the nip”

   “You can say no” he breathes out quickly. 

   “No! I mean yes! Of course” your next swallow is also dry, you're absolutely parched. He's muttering to himself and you catch parts of his tirade. ‘You're so obvious (Name)’ 'Could at least pretend to not want it so bad' ‘It's kinda embarrassing.’ You risk a teasing remark now that you know he isn’t in any danger. Well, any danger except for maybe further embarrassment. “Mhmm yet here you are~”

     “I'll leave”  “No please don't! I want to help!”

    You don't waste a second and plop yourself onto his lap helping him wiggle out of the wet shirt. His blush pink nipples are swollen, white drops clinging to the perky tips. He gasps when your palms come up to cup his heavy pecs. You press your thumb into the muscles and watch as he drips, down the darker skin of his areola, down the curve of his breast, and down down down. 

    “Hurry up already it hurts.” His next glare is letting you know that, that definitely wasn't a whine. Jason doesn't whine. It totally was a whine. You don't need to be told twice and you lean down to run your tongue up the trail at the base of his left tit and up. He pulls you closer when you swirl your tongue to collect the sweet drops from around his areola. 

     And when your mouth closes over his nipple he lets out a noise but you're not concerned with that because- Oh..  this might be the best thing you've ever tasted. He's sweet on your tongue, warm, and the texture?? Heavenly. You’re not sure when your eyes close, but you're groaning into his chest not pausing your swallows until you've drank him dry. 

   The milk settles in your belly and you pull back. And the world is suddenly slow when you blink at his flushed face. You think he's speaking but you're too busy latching on to his other nipple, cheeks hollowing to slurp at him lazily. You're full but you're too greedy. He’s so delicious. You want all of it. You let him know. 

  “You're not sharing this with anyone else okay?” You slur “Want all of your milk and all of you Jay” 

“Thought you'd never ask” 

“Oh so ya like me or something?” You hum around his nipple. 

“Of course, I wouldn't be here letting you suck on my tits if I didn't!?” He sounds scandalized. 

“Oh.. good…” he tastes so good, You pause mid-slurp “I like you too.”

“J-just shut up and drink.” 

“Mm”

Kinktober2024|Masterlist

[renewedmotionforjudgment]

Huan Zhu Ge Ge (还珠格格), explained

Vox, don’t sue me for using this title.

Background: the other night, I suddenly had the OST stuck in my head. And I amaze my self by able to somehow sing the entire soundtrack?

Anyways, for those who either grew up in mainland China in the 90s or part the Chinese diaspora, Huan Zhu Ge Ge, princess returning pearl, was probably the OG idol historical. It’s adapted from a Qiong Yao novel. Huge hit across Asia. Influenced a whole generation.

Background plot — Xiao Yan Zi is a street orphan who met a girl named Zi Wei. Zi Wei turned out to be the daughter of Qian Long. Xiao Yan Zi accidentally gets mistaken as Zi Wei, takes on the title of princess, and hijinks ensues.

Tagging @huanzhuyulu for additions.

Anyways, this is Xiao Yan Zi

Perky, spunky, not super smart academically, and with a heart of gold. You know that female lead in idol cdramas these days? Xiao Yan Zi was the prototype. But also, she’s hilarious about Chinese proverbs.

This is Zi Wei

The prototype Ruby Lin character. I found Zi Wei rather corny when I was 7, TBH. Angsty back story involving being the unknown illegitimate daughter of the emperor, and then later getting whumped/tortured repeatedly by the empress.

This is the 5th Prince, Yong Qi

The emperor’s favorite son. The guy you thought would be the next emperor until you read anything about history. Smart and earnest. Xiao Yan Zi’s love interest.

(My first ever OTP!)

This is Fu Er Kang

Qian Long’s bodyguard. Zi Wei’s love interest. Done with Xiao Yan Zi and Yong Qi’s nonsense since episode 3 of season 1. He and Zi Wei had a lot of angsty moments that 7 years old me definitely was not into.

This is Jin Suo (on the right)

Zi Wei’s maid and BFF. Doubter of Xiao Yan Zi’s antics. Honestly not sure what personality she has other than “Fan Bing Bing is really pretty!”

This is Qian Long

Huang Ah Ma! The drama is Qian Long’s best publicist. Somehow manage to perv on women and threaten to off his kids, and is jovial enough that you spend your childhood going “what a loving father!”

This is Ling Fei

Yes, the same Ling Fei as Wei Yingluo from Yanxi. Super nice and motherly. The reason why my brain could not compute Ruyi for the longest time.

IN SUMMARY:

(Sorry, Er Tai — I don’t have enough GIF space to introduce you. Ditto, Qing Er. )

[sc0tters]

Sweetest Sweets - Timo Meier

summary: when you have a day in the kitchen timo decides to give you some company.

kinkmas: day eleven (spit)

warnings: sexual themes, fingering, swearing.

word count. 1.78k

authors note: so I wrote this and in the middle of writing Timo scored! I still haven’t googled what a spit kink/spit play actually is so don’t sue me if this is very wrong… if you want to view and of the previous kinkmas days you can see the masterlist here!

Your pregnancy had been tough on Timo.

He knew it was wrong to admit given how you couldn’t keep most things that you ate down for the first few months. You had been a trooper getting through all of that, and Timo knew it. But that didn’t mean that it was any easier for him as he watched your breasts swell and you stomach grow. What Timo didn’t expect was that sometimes you wanted to climb him like a tree but other times you wanted the Great Wall of pillows between you both.

Right now you were in the latter mood and it was killing Timo. Not only had he been on a roadie when all you wanted was him, but now you were living in spaghetti strap tops and your long flannel pants. In short it meant Timo was stuck taking in your beauty without being able to physically praise you. Usually he could put up with it, but today as you had gotten whatever craving you had. The kitchen had become your sanctuary.

Leaving you in there as you made enough gingerbread to feed a small army. It meant Timo had to hear you tasting every batch to make sure that things were perfect, your sweet little moans echoed through the apartment and he finally had enough.

So he cleared his throat as he pushed off of the couch and made his way to the kitchen “sc-“ he cut himself off as he saw you swaying your hips to the music you were listening to “hey baby!” You giggled seeing your boyfriend stood staring at you.

Your weren’t wearing a bra as neither of you expected company soon which meant that your perky nipples were on fully display as the white vest did little to cover them “you having fun?” Timo asked in a teasing tone as you walked over to him “like it more now that you’re here.” You mumbled driving your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders.

He smiled at the gesture as you did the same “you enjoying eating all that?” The hockey player could see the tray you had set out with all of your tasters on it “think you should try some.” You offered looking at the extra icing that you had “you know I won’t say no to that.” Timo chuckled as you directed him over to the counter that you stood at.

In a quick movement Timo watched as you swirled your spoon around in the icing “open up T.” You giggled as you watched him open his mouth.

Like always Timo loved what you fed him “fuck baby that’s delicious.” He groaned finally realising what had you sounding like that. It was sweet on his tongue as it made you smile “kiss?” You mumbled puckering your lips to which your boyfriend graciously obliged.

His lips were soft against yours as you were pushed against the counter “you’re playing a dangerous game schatz.” Timo warned as he stared down into your eyes.

They were full of desire as your pupils blew “I need you please.” You whimpered letting out a squeal when Timo picked you up to place you on the counter “please tell me you aren’t screwing with me.” He mumbled hovering his lips over yours.

You watched him position himself between your legs as you nodded “want to hear you say it.” Timo hoped you were being serious because he knew no hot shower would be strong enough to cure this boner that he was currently sporting.

He watched your legs trap his sides “I want you Timo.” You nodded finally giving him the green light to carry on. His hands brushed over your stomach as he smiled “don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” The hockey player pecked your lips letting out a grunt “need you down here so I can get you out of these.” He tugged at your pants making you nod.

It was a quick movement as you wriggled out of your pants letting them sit midway over your thighs leaving Timo to do the rest of the work “you’re so sexy.” He mumbled letting out a gasp as he saw your bare cunt stare back at him.

A small breath left your lips feeling his finger press against your clit teasing your slit as he ran his finger down through your wetness “please don’t tease me.” You begged pressing your head against his as his finger danced over your cunt just missing your hole “forgot how it was hearing you beg.” Timo smirked as he pecked your lips feeling close to leaving you for his own amusement.

But his aching cock served as the reminder of why he stayed as he found himself desperate to please you as well as him “I need you Timo.” You moaned finally giving Timo what he wanted as he thrusted his finger into your cunt “you’re so wet.” He felt his cock push against the fabric of his shorts.

You whimpered feeling him graze his thumb over your clit “I need more.” You whined as his one finger fucking felt like he was taunting you “gonna have to do better than that to earn it.” Timo’s movements were painfully slow as he used his free hand to peel your vest off of your body “let me see them pretty tits of yours.” His words were vulgar as he watched the bounce as they were freed.

He loved how they had grown with the soon arrival of your first child “please T.” As he slotted a second finger into your cunt Timo dropped his head “been thinking about these all damn day.” It was no secret how he had a thing for your breasts, even before falling pregnant it was clear that Timo was a boob guy.

His tongue was rough against your sensitive peaks as the feeling made your cunt clench around his fingers “fuck!” You groaned as Timo’s fingers began to speed up.

The palm of his hand grazed against your clit “you’re so good T.” He groaned against your nipple as he let his lips go with a pop “got to keep the other one happy.” Timo joked watching the string of saliva leave his lips that connected to your nipple before he went to the other.

Your thighs clenched around his hand trying to trap his hand between your legs “be a good girl and take it.” He shook his head straightening his fingers as they hit a further spot in your cunt “want more.” Your voice was raspy as you used all of your energy to pull his face up to yours so that you could kiss him “my greedy little girl.” Timo smirked into your kiss as he brushed his thumb over your clit.

Timo found himself getting carried away by the soft moans you let out “is my baby close?” He teased watched you nod as your hips began to writhe “don’t stop Timo.” You moaned nodding as your head dropped back resting against the cabinet.

He was always going to listen to you and you knew that it was the case “let the whole floor hear how good I make you feel.” Timo muttered giving you the green light to come “feel so full.” It was like your cunt had grown tighter with your pregnancy as Timo let out a grunt feeling you moan.

Your eyes began to flutter as you shook your head “you’re so-” you cut yourself off as you began chanting his name riding his fingers like they could have been his cock “there you go my pretty girl.” Timo’s voice was soft as he kissed your forehead continuing to thrust his fingers into your cunt as it made you squirm.

It took all of your energy to wrap your hand around his wrist “enough.” You cough feeling grateful that he listened “always so sweet.” Timo groaned placing his fingers in his mouth as he could taste your release on his tongue. What he didn’t expect was that you would roll your tongue out of your mouth angling your head back to wiggle it for him. Questions ran through his head but when he realised that you wanted to taste it yourself “my dirty girl.” Timo smirked watching spit leave his lips before it dropped to land on your tongue. It sat there for a second or two before you let your tongue recoil back into your mouth. Timo knew you were hot yes, but watching you swallow that truly made him realise that you were in all essence of the phrase, his dream girl.

You smiled up at Timo as he went to pick you up freezing as you both heard the front door to your apartment open with a swing “Hallo!” The familiar voice had you holding back a laugh.

Nico had been given a key to your apartment as Timo always lost his but you both also agreed that his teammate was probably a good guy to have if there was ever an emergency for you two. But as the door shut you both realised that Nico was still there “Timo where are you?” His voice got louder making you panic “do something!” You whisper yelled motioning to Timo to hurry up.

Panic shot there his body as his eyes went wide “don’t come in here!” Timo yelled motioning to you to hide as he didn’t want you to be seen by Nico “but I smell food!” Nico complained letting his lips form a pout.

But Timo refused to listen to him “y/n is making a surprise and we would hate to see that surprise early now would we?” Nico wasn’t buying what his teammate said “but you saw it.” The captains determination made you want to laugh as you pulled your pants up reaching for Timo’s hoodie he had left in there the week before that you were certain you asked him to put away that night.

For once you were grateful he hadn’t listened to you.

Timo wanted to hit his teammate in that moment “when you fuck her surprises are no longer surprises-“ he blurted out finally going silent as you stuck your head out of the kitchen “how are we feeling today momma?” Nico smiled handing you a thing of flowers like he always did.

For now you both actually wanted to kill Nico, but you knew that the night wasn’t over and you’d be seeing Timo in your bed later on. Then he could finally have the time with you that he had been waiting so long for.

[alchemistc]

(dys)functional | bucktommy bonus chapter

an: Everyone else seemed just as enamored of Evelyn Carrini as I was when I made her up, so I thought I'd piece together all the random notes app thoughts I had about her an Tommy in high school into something that wasn't a disorganized half bullet list/half snippet-fest.

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He’s halfway through homeroom when he notices it. The whispers, the side-eyes, the covert little looks shot in his direction when they think he’s not looking. The problem is that Thomas Kinard has spent the first seventeen years of his life hyperaware any time he is the focus of someone’s attention, and now he feels like ants are crawling under his skin.

He spends the next three periods convinced he’s still got toilet paper stuck to his face where he’d nicked himself shaving, but no matter how many times he wipes a too-big hand across his face, under his chin, he’s still being stared at. It’s a weird feeling. He’s been as close to invisible as he can manage since middle school, since the first time a boy had smiled at him and Tom had wanted. Sure, he plays the sports his dad had demanded he play, and sure, he’s — moderately friendly with a few different groups, but he isn’t — he doesn’t —

Evelyn Carrini sidles up to him at the start of lunch with a keyring curling around her middle finger, perfectly manicured French tips and a plethora of plastic bands wrapped around her wrists, eyes assessing, keys jangling in the loose circle of her palm. “Buy me lunch, Kinard,” she says, and Tom — Tom follows her out to her car so she can take them through the nearby Wendy’s drive through.

His dad is ecstatic. Good grades haven’t impressed him, making the right teams hasn’t impressed him — even shedding the weight over the summer that had clung to him for years despite being active as hell hadn’t impressed him — but the first time he catches Evelyn “studying” in Tom’s room, he smacks Tom so hard on the back that he has to scramble on suddenly gangly limbs to keep his balance.

Evelyn is a cheerleader. A firecracker, according to every adult who’s ever met her, an absolute darling of Cliffside Park High, and generally well known as the nicest girl who could possibly gossip about you behind your back. Tom’s a little obsessed with her. Enough to give it a try, enough to roll around with her in the bed of her dads pickup, making out until they’re blue in the face, enough to want to spend every spare fucking moment with her.

They go to movies, and hang out at the mall with all her friends, and drink beer in the carpark behind the Sears that’d gone out of business a year and a half earlier. They hold hands in the hallways at school, and pass notes in the classes they share, and Tom meets her parents at a quiet family dinner where no one asks a single question about his novelist grandfather and his fuckup kids, or his dead mom, or the sister being raised by his aunt a township over.

Tom adores Evelyn. He does. He doesn’t even mind it that much that her nails dig into his skin when she’s got her tongue in his mouth, or that her perfume is always just a little overpowering. Evelyn is great.

Evelyn... has an excellent rack. Top notch, really — round perky breasts with rose colored nipples that are perfectly symmetrical and...right up in his face.

Evelyn squirms in his lap, and Tom knows the game is up.

He’s — maybe at half chub (He’s a teenager, sue him. Sometimes a well aimed breeze gets him hard.) Nothing to write home about, anyway, and Tom can usually explain this away, shift his hips and slow the kissing and suck at Evelyn’s neck until she gets impatient enough to shove his hand down her Spanx and let him get to work.

Tom is aware that no amount of testing the weight of Evie’s tits in his hands or sucking one of those dusky nipples between his teeth is gonna get him there.

“Are you —?” Evelyn asks, and Tom stares at her chest and tries to imagine a scenario where his dad doesn’t find out about this. His — his hands are shaking. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t drawn a breath in about forty-five seconds. “Jesus Christ, Kinard, do you want me to put my shirt back on?”

Evelyn Carrini is just another dumb teenager who has no fucking idea how badly things are about to turn for him.

And then she isn’t.

“Oh my god,” she says, delight in her voice, and Tom cringes, hands curling into fists in Evie’s purple duvet as she swings off of him and scrambles for the shirt she’d tossed over the side of the bed a good twenty minutes before he’d worked up the courage to pop the clasp on her bra. “Oh my god,” she repeats as she stuffs her really very nice breasts back underneath the croptop. “Tom, can you stop having a panic attack for five fucking seconds, I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

Tom blinks, dazed, but it has the intended effect of forcing him to pull in three sharp breaths, drawing him right the fuck out of his swirling thoughts. He can see his own expression in the mirror over her shoulder, and is suddenly incredibly grateful they hadn’t managed to get any further. “You’re the biggest gossip I know,” Tommy snarks back, which is a terrible fucking idea when she’s just discovered the exact weapon she needs to completely obliterate him.

She cocks a hip, rolls her eyes, blows a crinkled lock of hair out of her eyes. “Yeah, dumbass, do you think the biggest gossip you know doesn’t know how to keep a secret?”

Which is a fair point, actually. In between makeouts and actual studying and bland stories about their day, she’s told him a litany of secrets that have never seen the light of day beyond their little bubble of privacy. Jerri Danvers secret abortion. The DUI Travis Evans dad had called in favors to have swept under the rug. Cheryl G cheating on her boyfriend with Cheryl K. Chris Harper selling ritalin and coke out of the mens room in D Hall.

(”What’s the difference?” he’d asked, like Evie had all the answers, and she’d rolled her eyes. Lethal, that eyeroll. “The price, idiot. Snow’s a lot easier to source.”)

It still takes him a while to really believe she won’t tell.

But she doesn’t. Week after week, game after game, party after party. He asks her to Homecoming half convinced there’s a secret plan to Carrie him in the middle of the gym, but instead she drags him into a bathroom stall in the girls room, fucks up the hair he’d spend twenty minutes slicking just right, unbuttons three buttons of his dress shirt and slips the loop of his tie around her own neck while she makes obscene noises and rattles the rickety stall wall. She kisses her bright red lipstick onto his lips and only drags him out once they have a crowd.

He carries her bookbag out to her car from her locker at the end of the day, and listens to her bitch about her older sister in med school, and lets her experiment with perming on his hair, gives the JT ramen noodle look a total of three hours before he attempts to wash it out and, failing that, brings a pair of clippers back to her place she that she can buzz all his hair off.

The make it through the holidays, and Valentines, and Tommy sends her an extravagant bouquet of flowers on her birthday, right in the middle of a pep rally, the delivery guy flummoxed as hell as every upperclassman packed on the bleachers hoots and hollers about it, and it’s not what he wants, not really, not quite, but he’d buy her flowers every day just for existing and allowing him to exist as himself for the few hours of privacy they carve out away from everyone else.

Somewhere in the early hours of dawn, three months before graduation, she finally gets him to admit that basketball star Jason Ledecky with his stupid long legs and his thick heavy Boston drawl is Tom’s exact brand of smokin’.

“You could do so much better than Jason Ledecky,” she tells him, and Tom laughs as he presses his nose into the give of her stomach.

“Also he’d beat the shit out of me for trying,” Tom says, and Evie gets the sad kind of quiet, like she does every time he skids away from talking about his dad, like she does every time he talks about his mother, quiet and soft.

“Someday it’ll be different,” Evie says, carding fingers through the hair that had grown back in time for the class picture, and Tom nods like he believes her. “Some day some guy with legs for days, with the biggest heart and the brightest smile you’ve ever seen is gonna sweep you off your feet and I’m gonna shake his fucking hand.”

Tom hums.

“And maybe show him my tits just to make sure,” she says with a gentle tug on his hair, and Tom laughs until he can’t breathe.

Tom can’t say why he doesn’t tell her The Plan. Prom comes and goes, and as graduation approaches Tom attends all the parties, sneaks up the lattice to curl up next to Evie on her bed on nights that his dad comes home smelling like he bathed in hops, settles the last of his business, packs a bag he hides far enough under his bed that even snoopy Evie wont notice.

His dad’s drunk on the day he graduates, and at the end of the ceremony, after they’ve all made a plan for a bonfire at the quarry, Tom presses a lingering kiss to the crown of Evie’s head, and while her friends all roll their eyes at Evie’s perfect boyfriend, Tom slips away, grabs the bag he’d left in his old gym locker, and he leaves.

_____

“Okay so at eighteen I’m not sure I knew there was even such a thing as bisexuality,” Evie says, sipping at her glass of wine and eyeing the half of Evan’s cheesecake he still hasn’t eaten. “And my tits aren’t what they used to be, anyway.”

Tommy and Evan both shoot her incredulous looks.

“Yeah, they’re still pretty good,” she admits around a laugh, and beneath the table, Evan’s knee knocks into Tommy’s. “You gotta admit, though, Tommy — I fucking nailed your type years before you ever did.”

Evan’s grin goes ear to ear, absolutely proving her point when he shifts to reach for the hand Tommy’s been resting on his knee for the last few minutes.

“That’s what the steak dinner was for,” Tommy tells her, and they share a look Tommy hasn’t shared with anyone in twenty years.

Evan slides the rest of his cheesecake across the table without having to be asked, and tucks himself neatly against Tommy’s side as Evie’s eyes go wide and happy.

[multiwreckedmess]

Kinktober Day 6

Prompt: Dubcon/Noncon Pairing: Frat!Changbin x fem!reader WC: 2,170 Summary: Changbin’s boys went out for a boys night. Changbin stayed in to stay with you. You stayed in to work on your capstone.  This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Changbin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. 

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

TW/CW: DUB. CON. Coercion, overpowering, pestering, objectification, constant boundary violations. Pet names: love, babe, bunny boy. Unprotected intercourse. Oral (m. receiving). Dry humping. Masturbation (male)

“Surprise!” Changbin yelled as he threw open the door to greet you. The boys were all gone for once. All the boys except for your boy. Changbin instead of being social and going out for boys night had decided to forgo the movie and drinks for working out and lazing around.  Arms laden with a tote full of books, your overnight bag, and your laptop bag, you tried to feign excitement for him. “Yay?” You push past him to drop your things in the entryway. “It’s…it’s so quiet.” You marvel. “I can hear my own thoughts.”  Changbin attaches himself to you immediately, full weight pinning you to the wall as his hand delves into your jeans with a groan. “I’m gonna fuck you on every horizontal surface. Shit, even the vertical ones. Gonna make this apartment ours.” He promises as covers your neck and shoulder in kisses and bites.  You shove your elbow into his side, he barely budges. “Binnie,” you whine, “hey, hey, HEY! I have work! I have work!” Your plees crescendo into shouts, finally bucking him off.  He stands stock still, eyes wide and lip pouted like a puppy. “Study later?” Asking, aegyo voice in full effect. It’s hard not to roll your eyes as his switch up from domineering to begging. It was the duality of the man you loved.  “No, study now. The faster I study the faster we can fuck,” you say the magic word and watch his face light up. “Maybe fuck, MAYBE.”

 Your belongings practically levitate to his room, Changbin in full cheerleader mode. All in the name of getting your work done so that he can have his way with your cute ass. He tries so hard, really, he does. Practically hovering over you to make sure any need you have is met. Water? Check. Post-it notes? Check. Snacks? Check. He sits eagerly in his computer chair awaiting your requests, no matter how small.  But even the best of boys gets impatient with a cute girl lounging in their bed. Belly down into the mattress the natural curve of your spine up to your perky ass has him fantasizing about all the things he wanted tonight, each passing minute needing to narrow down his list. You suck on the cap of your pen, a habit that helped you focus, an oral fixation. Oh it was too much for him, watchin you poke at your upper lip before placing it just between them. He shoves his hand down his pants, thumbing over the head of his dick as it flexes.  You see him out of the corner of your eye, staring at you unabashedly as a conspicuous lump in his pants moves in time with his breaths. “Changbin, are you kidding me? Are you getting off in the corner?”  “You won’t stop sucking that pen so yeah. Yeah I’m getting off to my girlfriend. Sue me.” He keeps pumping his fist as you glare at him, gaze quickly shifting back to your laptop screen. Your mild annoyance is a little hot. Or is it your attention that he gets off on? Changbin doesn’t think much further about it, getting out of his computer chair to stand just over your shoulder. “Maybe you could help me, help you.” He offers, sliding down his sweats. “You know, something to have in your mouth.”  Rolling your eyes, you ignore him. You know if you give him and inch he’ll take a mile. The drooling head of his cock presses to the outside of your cheek gently, a physical suggestion paired with his words. Bold. You still stare at your computer screen, not even reading the article pulled up in your browser. He presses again, a strand of precum clinging to your cheek as he pulls back.  “Just a kiss, just a little peck? C’mon babe, I promise, you just keep putting that pen in your mouth and it should be me.” He whines, pairing his words with another jab, lower into the corner of your lips.  “I won’t be able to see my computer with your cock in my face,” you hiss, eyes unwavering.  Rubbing the side of his shaft against your lips he pouts. “It’s not that big. See? Just, just kiss the side for me. I won’t ask for any more, okay?”  With a sigh your lips pucker and softly peck his dick which seems to shut him up. He doesn’t stop though, continuing to let your lips rub against the velvety skin, teasing up along the veins. He knows eventually, eventually you’ll slip. And you do, your mouth doesn’t stay closed forever and eventually you refocus on the article and what do you do when you focus? You suck. It’s your habit. Lips curling around the spongy tip, letting it bump against the walled fortress of your teeth. Even this much has Changbin entranced, watching your cheek hollow as he tugs the head from your suckling lips with a pop. How easy it was with just enough persistence to slide even a little more inside with the next thrust, pressing out that same hollow leaving the imprint of his cock.  You don’t even realize that your jaw has slackened and he’s pushing further into your mouth, letting your teeth lightly drag along the shaft. It tingles as he shallowly thrusts against your tongue, slowly lapping at his slit. His gaze softens as he loses himself to the inviting warmth of your mouth, tugging your head into a better position, even as you fight to maintain some semblance of studying.  “Changbin! I can’t-” you start to try to tell him that you can’t see your work, but he doesn’t care.  “Just a little more love, a little more and I won’t bother you I promise,” he’s breathless as he uses the opportunity to shove himself even deeper, cock head pressing past the tight ring of muscle and into your throat. Nose pressed to the soft skin of his lower abs he fucks deeply as your body starts to fight him. Gagging and tearing up, your hands come to his thighs, trying to push off of him but he’s unrelenting. Finally you tap him twice and he releases his hold.  Mascara running and saliva clinging to your frow, you’re unamused. “Changbin let me finish. Then you can finish.”

 His cock is violently reddish purple and ready to blow. “What if-what if I just hump your ass?” Changbin tries to bargain. “You’ll be able to see your computer. I’ll be able to cum. I won’t get in your way at all I promise.”  “Seo Chang Bin. You keep promising-”  “I know, I know, I know,” he’s already straddling your hips, palms pressing your jean covered ass. “See? There’s no way for me to get in the way here. Please? Please I really, I won’t get in your way.” Turning over your shoulder to give him a withering glance, he sticks his lower lip out in a pout. “I’ll get blue balls please. Don’t give your darling boyfriend blue balls.”  “Going to wish I gave you blue balls,” you mutter under your breath. “Yeah, okay, fine. Hump away you dumb bunny boy.”  Without a second thought he roughly yanks your jeans and underwear down, just under the globe of your ass. The drag of the fabric burns slightly, much to your mounting annoyance. Even worse is his fingers, probing between your lush thighs to spread your gathered slick along your crack. “I fucking knew you liked it.” Changbin smirks, the smug bastard. Spreading your cheeks to accommodate his girth he slowly runs his spit soaked length along your crack.  You continue to try to read this stupid idiot fucking article as your big horny boyfriend uses you like a toy. Pulling your hips up just a bit to meet his thrusts, he relishes in the way you rebound and jiggle with each push and pull of his cock. While he’d prefer to watch your walls stretch around his girth, this will have to do. His thumbs keep him sandwiched between as he humps away, force dimpling your lower back.

 As much as you try to remain head down in your research, the twisting turning snake of desire is awake in your belly. It’s not that you don’t want to fuck him, it’s that you can’t fuck him right now. It would be irresponsible. To get into a good graduate program you had to be responsible, one of you did at least. His lewd grunts and rutting was not helping you stick to your gut. Fuck, your guts weren’t helping, winding like a spring, tension without relief.  It’s not enough, his grunts and groans of effort as he fucks the cleft of your ass filling the room. He adjusts you again, your hands clinging to the edges of your computer as he grabs your waist to arch your ass higher. God you’re glistening below him and he can’t help but note that you haven’t progressed at all in your reading. The clock ticks closer to his roommates coming home and losing the opportunity. A thick finger travels your slit, greedy eyes seeing nothing but opportunity. Changbin slips a single digit into your entrance, cunt squeezing down and pulling him in.  “Changbin! Are you kidding me?” Your head swivels around. Try as you might to sound stern, your leg twitches as he swirls his finger inside of you. Vision going fuzzy for a second you blink extra hard to force your focus. “Changbin, are you listening?”  He pulls his finger from you, licking it clean with a smile. “Yeah I am.”  You don’t even get to turn around before his cock is pressing into you, your arm lashing out to swat backwards at him. “I gave you a fucking inch, dickwad!”  “Just the tip, I just need to put the tip in. Please it’ll be like two minutes, I’ll cum fast, I promise I’ll cum so fast if you let me-” his mouth runs a mile a minute, like a caught con man. The tip is already well buried past your entrance, thick ridge popping in and out as his hips roll.  To your chagrin and shame it feels so good. You’re so wet and ready for him the slide is easy, your protests is hollow as your hips fuck back on him, eager to fill your walls more. “God damn it, fuck you’re thick. Fuck Changbin.”  “God, I know, and you’re taking me so well. I promise, two minutes,” he pushes deeper as he leans over you, closing the lid of your laptop and moving it safely to the side. It’s that small gesture that clues what’s left of your rational mind into the fact that you’re fucked. Not just fucked as in being penetrated, fucked as in brace for impact. Changbin braces himself against the frame of the bed, knuckles white, using every muscle in his body to rail you into the mattress.  You’re screaming and shaking, legs scrambling to get under you unsuccessfully. The speed and force is overwhelming, leaving you breathless with each percussive hit. Your hands find his arms, grabbing on and slipping and grabbing to try to rebalance yourself. Sweat from his brow drips onto your back. Neither of you breathe, Changbin gritting his teeth. He could at least keep this promise, two minutes.  Changbin can feel his peak coming, fucking blindly into your heat. Without warning your walls clamp around him hard as your feet kick and legs stiffen. Gasping your release floods his cock and ruins the sheets, leaving you ragged below him. Just like a little fuckdoll. The ringing in his ears all but forces a crazed tunnel vision. He’s been denying his release for so long, delaying it and saving it for your wet warmth. Ramming himself as deep as he can go he practically topples off the bed as he cums, grunt caught in his throat, sounding more like a half choked whine.

 Both of your releases spilling out and coating the back of your things and his lower abdomen he rolls the both of you to the side to keep himself from crushing you below him. Small after-shocks rock your bodies as you lay quietly together. Changbin takes mental stock of the physical damages; nail marks clawed into his arms (deserved), bed soaked through (a small triumph), potentially sore vagina (whoops), and a growing hickey on your shoulder that he hadn’t realized he’d left. His hand rests on your shoulder, raising and lowering with your slowing breaths.  “I can carry you to the bath,” he offers quietly. “If you want.”  “Did you cum inside me?” You hesitate for a second, knowing the answer but needing to hear it from him.  “I got carried away- I-, shit,” Changbin drapes his arm over you and squeezes. Comically this small squeeze is enough to force more cum to leak out between your thighs, emphasizing his answer.  You sigh. It would be fine. It was always fine. “A bath would be nice, babe.”

Yeah. That’s. Well. As a debrief I just wanted to say again. Even if a person seems to “want” something you should always ask for consent. Even if someone starts out wanting a sexual experience they can revoke it. Fantasies and experiences should be planned beforehand and both parties need to agree. Anyway. I think that’ll be about the heaviest it gets.

Sorry Binnie i love you so much. Sorry i made you a pest.

[letmeoutofthebasementt]

Skz ass tits or thighs

Truly the most important matter we’ve covered to date.

Also I had to be dramatic about this because I’m a dramatic person, Sue me. This is what I’m getting from the cards but just…Exaggerated a tad. Unless you’re Hyunjin, he’s so dramatic I don’t have to do much. He understood the assignment.

Chan

Ass. It makes him so happy, really. It’s euphoric, even. The art of ass. The pleasure ass brings visually and… Visually… Truly. And he likes sharing that with the masses. He preaches the ideals of ass loving, and enjoys nothing more but a handful in each cheek

Lee know

Ass. Him and ass are like Bobby and Whitney. They get along so bad but it feels so good. Him and ass are Bonnie and Clyde. Jean and Norma. Cathy and Anne. Susan and Sherry. (I dunno I’m just saying names at this point.) he’s passionate about the ass. Ass changes him. He is ass.

Changbin

Thighs. Thick thighs save lives and they’ve saved him. He thinks there’s something so glorious and magnificent about thighs. No gaps. Just thigh. Thighs calm his spirit. Complete him.

Hyunjin

Tits. I can’t say half of this UHM… Tits satisfy them. Large, small, saggy, perky, round, deformed, idk. If it’s on the chest it’s always the best. After feet. And yeah they…Complete him. In many ways. Many ways. They bring him stability. They bring him to Nirvana even. See, he’s saying a lot. But I can’t SAY a lot of it. So.

Han

Ass. Ass makes him so vain. Like “Yeah, that’s my partner. The one with the ass.” But it can temper even the most volatile of moods. Heal the greatest wounds. Temper storms and bring nations to heel or whatever. They make him dance. Prance, even. Like a ballerina. Like a swan. They make him feel things he’s never thought he could feel.

Felix

Thighs. He’s very open and honest about his love of thighs. It is no secret. All energy spent in the pursuit of thighs is well spent. Definitely not as passionate about it as the ones before him though.

Seungmin

Ass. Just ass like I’m not getting anything other than confirmation it’s ass I dunno what to tell you.

I.N

None 😭

[dominixsremorse]

- TOJI X FEM!READER DRABBLES -

STARRING: Toji x fem!reader

CW: bratty!sub!toji , harshdom!reader, handcuffs, painslut!toji | domtop!toji , sub!reader, nippleplay | sexworker!toji , bottom!sub!toji , soft!dom!reader , pegging

links : masterlist .+. request rules

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putting toji in his place when he pisses you after a long day. his hands are handcuffed to the headboard, his wrists straining so hard against the warm metal that there’s harsh red marks on his wrists. he’s panting, groaning out with each slow movement of your hips that sets fire to his core.

you were straddling him, riding him sinfully slow.

you stare at him with mock disdain with each drag, sneering. “of course a stupid whore like you couldn’t listen to any orders, you just had to push all my buttons because you wanted to get tied down and punished.”

he laughs breathlessly, the sounds of his chuckles interrupted by his grunt of pleasure when your hips snap against his. “fuck ma, if I knew that pushin’ you when you’re pissed off would get me fucked like this, I would’ve done it ages ag-“

the sharp ringing of flesh against flesh makes his eyes rolls into the back of his head when your palm collides with his cheek. the delicious sting sends electricity zipping through his body to curl with the fire in his stomach and he lets out a, “fuckkkkk yes, mama- do that again.”

you look down at him with feigned disgust, grabbing his face harshly and spitting in his mouth. “fucking freak.”

he can tell by the way your pussy clenches around him that you like this as much as he does.

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toji likes your tits.

sue him, he’s a simple-minded man. god, he loves to just grab a handful when he’s pounding deep inside you, thick fingers squeezing at the soft flesh. even better when he gets to take that perky, little bud into his mouth, moaning around the heated skin.

there is only two things he likes about fucking missionary (after all, why settle for boring missionary when he can force your back into a mean arch in doggy as he pounds into you and gives the fat of your ass a god slap?) it’s the fact that he gets to see the fucked out expression on your face as he drills into you, and because he gets easier access to play with your tits.

he’d drag the fat head of his cock against your g-spot as he bites down gently on the sensitive nub, making your cry out and those gummy walls clamp down hard around him.

he’d slide his hand up your shirt while your doing mundane tasks like cooking and all of a sudden, the stove is off while you’re arching on the kitchen counter, his hands deftly tweaking your hardened nipples as he beg you for a titjob.

safe to say, toji likes your tits.

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he was going to die.

toji gripped sheets tightly with his hands, face turned to the side and buried in a pillow to hide the shameful, high-pitched moans that tumbled from some alien pit on his stomach to out of his mouth. you giggled down at him from where you were slowly grinding the hard, unrelenting silicone head of your fake cock against his prostate.

lots of women paid him for sex, that was his job. unsatisfied, cheating wives, lonely and desperate virgins, people who want a quick fuck, sometimes even men if he was feeling up to it. it’ll always end up with toji leaving a motel room with fatter pockets and his customers left sated and trembling in the aftershocks on the bed.

he thought you were just another one who just wanted some quick action, another cash cow to plow into the sheets. it’s what he expected when this small woman walked up to him with a honeyed smile and seductive, lidded eyes.

what he didn’t expect was to end up with you between his legs instead, cooing sweet praise that made his ears red as you fuck your strap into him. he’s never had a customer who wanted to fuck him, let alone a female one who wanted to fuck him even though they wouldn’t get any pleasure from it.

toji wasn’t complaining though, because fuck, this was better sex then any other in his life. you continued grinding the hard plastic against his velvety walls, making his body tremble with fiery, searing pleasure that made his toes curl. suddenly you grip the underside of his knees, pulling them towards his chest and making him gasp as you fold him into a mating press.

your hand grips his chin gently, coaxing him to move his head to face you with tears beginning to well in his unfocused eyes and a blotchy red face. you lean down softly, whispering nasty filth in his ear.

“come on big guy. don’t hide your voice, let me know how good I’m fucking you.”

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sigh, had late night toji brainrot as you can tell!

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[steveyockey]

Thoughts on The Substance? I feel like i'm in the minority that found the profound lack of personality from Sue in favor of lingering ass-shots that didn't seem to have any sort of irony in terms of sexualizing a character in a movie claiming to be about beauty standards boring

my thoughts are now tainted by jourdain’s PHENOMENAL write up in reverse shot, my favorite bits being

as both a joke and a sincere gripe I’ll say that the movie lost me the moment margaret emerged with perfectly trimmed pubes—you’re going all out on female nudity but won’t give full bush? which of course proved to be emblematic of the film’s reluctance to give any of the real freaky stuff to the Young And Beautiful Actress, leaving demi to do all the heavy lifting and flattening the message of the movie to “yes old women are scary!! they have FLABBY SKIN!!!!” which nauseated me to the point of being fully prepared to write this off until the KNOCK OUT last 20 minutes of body horror that reeled me back in and made the price of the ticket worth it. the film is not very smart which is unsurprising because revenge wasn’t either (though now looks better since its step sister promising young woman is so evil). it also clearly thinks the audience is stupid since it doesn’t trust you to have clocked “were” on the card the first time. barbie for women who think they are too ugly to compare themselves to barbie, which is above all insulting to demi moore who remains incredibly sexy and on whose behalf I find it frankly insulting I’m supposed to tolerate her character flying off the handle over not having perky tits and glossy lips. you’re a smoke show! go out and ruin some marriages! on a related note I’m really excited for a different man which seems like it’s gonna be working in a similar space but with an actual understand that disabilities and deformities are part of human variance and sometimes you’re a loser because you suck and have a bad personality.

[trivialovehandles]

I know you listed hybrids as a maybe but I was thinking of lazy cat hybrid Yoongi, and his active dog hybrid boyfriend Namjoon. Yoongi feels like Namjoon could be using the time he exercises to cuddle with him. So Yoongi makes plans to fatten him up, starts making more food he likes, and offering to drive him to work so that way he doesn’t have to ride his bike. Namjoon’s happy because as part of this, Yoongi makes more steak dinners and gives him more belly rubs

(ao3 link) had to re-send this anon's ask to myself because tumblr ate the draft of this post, so anon, i hope you see this anyway (i know you literally requested this over a year ago lmfao)

The alarm goes off when it’s still dark, which is too-fucking-early o’clock in Yoongi’s mind. He tries to roll over, to curl up and go back to sleep, but the lingering heat on the now-empty side of the bed is now leaching all the leftover warmth, and his ears keep twitching at every muffled noise from the other side of the wall.

When the noise stops, Yoongi feels a kiss pressed to the center of his forehead. He glares through half-closed eyelids.

“Sorry, hyung. Gotta get to work,” Namjoon apologizes quietly, even though Yoongi’s already been so rudely awakened. He doesn’t even have to be at work for an hour, but Kim Namjoon is Kim Namjoon, and Kim Namjoon bikes to work and leaves at too-fucking-early o’clock. “See you tonight. Love you.”

Kim Namjoon is Kim Namjoon, and Yoongi loves Kim Namjoon, so he catches him by the grown-out scruff of hair at the back of his head and tells him as much, kissing him on the lips before he has to go.

And then he falls back asleep for another hour, two hours.

The perks of working from home are less perky when Namjoon works not from home. Yoongi spends the parts of his day that he’s not actively dialed into his work pacing the house, tidying up, cooking. By the time Namjoon gets home in the evening, they basically only have time to eat dinner, watch a show or two, and go to bed. Even sex gets penciled in for the weekends.

So sometimes Yoongi just wants to take Namjoon’s stupid bike and throw it off of their balcony. Serves it right for taking husband time away from him.

(He doesn’t, because despite everything, he’d like to believe he’s good husband material, but when Namjoon wakes up early and gets home late because of that thing, sue Yoongi for resenting it a little.)

The time apart means Yoongi picks up new hobbies. He was a basic cook when they first moved in together, but with all the practice, he can throw down in the kitchen, which is now filled with odd gadgets, different pans for different meals, and no less than four types of flour in the cupboard (because they always need all-purpose, but then there’s glutinous rice flour for tteok, cake flour for birthdays, bread flour because you need the right amount of gluten development for brioche, and shit, they could probably use some almond flour, too).

Yoongi’s in the middle of a soul-suckingly boring meeting with his webcam turned off when he remembers the package he’d brought in that morning, still sitting on the kitchen counter. He drags his laptop out with him as he slices the box open, grinning to himself at the sight.

Namjoon loves bungeoppang; now they are the proud owners of a brand new bungeoppang pan.

By the time evening settles and Namjoon comes home, sweaty from his bike ride, Yoongi’s filled the counter with an array of food. Galbi fresh out of the pressure cooker, melting off the bone, sticky glazed sweet potatoes, kimchi jeon still crackling in the pan. He hasn’t cooked the bungeoppang yet, but the batter and filling are mixed in separate bowls, ready to be made fresh once they finish dinner.

“Wow,” Namjoon says, racking his bike up on its place on the wall of the entryway (another demerit for the bike: they live in a tiny fourth-story apartment and to avoid it taking up precious floor space, it now takes up precious wall space). “Special occasion?”

Yoongi shrugs. “Meeting that could have been an email. I had to entertain myself somehow.”

“I’m not offended by this kind of entertainment.” Namjoon swoops into the kitchen area to give Yoongi a soft, lingering kiss. “Do you think I have time to shower?”

Yoongi pinches the front of his sweaty t-shirt. “If you make it quick.”

“So quick,” Namjoon promises. “I’m starving and that smells amazing.”

(Bike demerit number 3001: Namjoon always comes home needing a shower, meaning more time away when Yoongi just wants to sit him down and feed him dinner and kiss him senseless.)

By the time Namjoon comes back out, Yoongi’s spread everything across the counter, their empty plates and full bowls of rice placed next to each other so they can sit elbow-to-elbow at the island like they always do for dinner.

Yoongi likes to savor these moments. It’s the shortest portion of their day, but his favorite: side-by-side with Namjoon, talking, eating, recharging after time spent without each other. He can always tell when Namjoon’s settled down comfortably by the slow swish of his tail versus the fervent wag of it when he first gets home, too keyed up to focus. Now he savors each bite of his food, delicately laying a piece of galbi on top of his rice, layering it with a pinch of pa kimchi, and humming low in his chest when he scoops it into his mouth, like he’s picked up on Yoongi’s purring after so many years together.

“Good?” Yoongi asks as Namjoon chews. There’s sauce on Namjoon’s cheek, and Yoongi wipes it up with the edge of his thumb, not even flinching when Namjoon licks it off again, the oversized puppy he is.

“So good,” Namjoon says, reaching for more food before he’s even finished chewing his bite.

“Pace yourself, Joon-ah,” Yoongi reminds him with a soft laugh, “we still have dessert.”

Namjoon does not pace himself. He keeps on eating, starry-eyed. “I can’t believe you bought a bungeoppang pan.”

Yoongi shrugs. “Boredom and disposable income cause me to do a lot of things.”

It would explain the waffle maker, the immersion circulator, the pasta roller, and the little gut that’s just started poking at the front of Namjoon’s shirt.

It’s not totally Yoongi’s fault. Namjoon hasn’t really been rail-thin since they were still university students living on a ramyeon budget and denying their feelings for each other. He has a big appetite, as evidenced by the quick work he’s making of his next portion of meat, already almost finished with his rice. He’s probably three times as physical as Yoongi with the whole bike thing, and Yoongi’s always been slim but soft. So technically the pudge that sits over the waist of Namjoon’s pants isn’t on Yoongi, even if Yoongi likes to take advantage of it.

(But even then, is it really taking advantage when Namjoon, the dog boy of all dog boys, loves getting his belly rubbed as much as Yoongi, loathe as he is to accept the cat making biscuits stereotype, loves to rub it?)

Namjoon eats all of his dinner, and when Yoongi realizes he made too much batter for two servings of bungeoppang, happily eats the extras too. And when he’s done eating and has moved onto cleaning the dishes because Yoongi did the cooking, Yoongi can’t help but plaster himself to his husband’s back, face buried in the scruff of his neck and hands crossed over his bloated stomach where it’s pressed against the rim of the sink.

“Affectionate tonight,” Namjoon chuckles, leaning his head to softly touch against the side of Yoongi’s. The pan he’s cleaning has been fully rinsed for a while, but both of them are too distracted to notice or care.

“Sue me,” Yoongi murmurs into the shoulder of Namjoon’s t-shirt. “You leave early and come home at night and I only have, like, four hours to spend with you every day.”

“It’s a good four hours, though.”

“Out of twenty-four,” Yoongi grumbles. When it startles a small, hiccupping laugh out of Namjoon, his little gut jumps and shakes a bit between Yoongi’s hands. “I fantasize about throwing your bike off of the fire escape sometimes.”

Namjoon covers Yoongi’s hands with his own, and the only thing keeping Yoongi from bristling at the wet touch is the sight of both of their hands placed over the swell of Namjoon’s stomach. He looks good, fuller like this. It suits him.

“You wouldn’t,” Namjoon says, stomach stretching out in a breath.

“I wouldn’t,” Yoongi confirms. “Only because I don’t want manslaughter charges for crushing a pedestrian with a bike.”

“Valid,” Namjoon laughs. His stomach shakes again, but this time, they both feel it. “I can bike less, take the bus so I can sleep in more with you. It’s starting to be too cold in the mornings anyway.”

Yoongi just half-purrs, kneading the softness between his hands. Namjoon’s moved his to turn the sink off, but he doesn’t stop Yoongi’s ministrations; in fact, he leans more into him, back arched, giving some more access to the lower half of his stomach that had been squashed against the sink. The bit of skin that’s stretching the waistband of his flannel PJ pants more than when he bought them.

“I’ll just have to figure out a way to exercise at home,” Namjoon’s saying when Yoongi can feel his ears flatten at the back of his head in displeasure.

“Why? Who are you trying to impress, hm?” he gripes, purring effectively stopped. One of his fingers has found its way to circle Namjoon’s belly button; deeper now, more flesh around it, his long finger sinks in halfway up to the second joint.

Namjoon laughs. His dimples are much more prominent now in cheeks that are also more prominent. The softening of his face has been so gradual that Yoongi only really notices now, with his head perched right beneath it, that Namjoon’s jawline is more obscured than the razor curve of their youth, and that he doesn’t have a double chin, not yet, but there’s definitely a little pocket of skin that’s just barely swelling up beneath the point of it.

His face has taken well to the weight. All at once, Namjoon looks both like the college kid Yoongi first fell for and the grown man he sees himself growing old with—and growing soft with, maybe, in Namjoon’s case.

“Guess the only person I’d want to impress is already impressed,” Namjoon says, lifting one hand from their shared spot on his stomach to gesture where Yoongi’s got his shirt rucked up, finger teasing at his belly button.

Yoongi lifts that same hand, instead taking a handful of bared, supple underbelly and giving it a teasing grab, just to watch the way the whole thing’s starting to develop a jiggle to it. Without two combined hours of biking every weekday, surely it’ll develop faster.

Not that Yoongi minds. In fact, whatever the opposite of minding is, that’s how he feels, tucking his hand back beneath the lowest curve of his husband’s paunch just to feel it quiver with Namjoon’s contented laugh.

[needybimbopuppy]

Ohhh puppy is gonna sleep so good!!

Gotta play with tue tots lot inntje meaj time<3

~sloppysequinz

tbhh puppyys porlly gonna be awake for like abit!! prolly gonna touch myself like alot hehehe my phonessjust not rlyworking so ill have to stop like posting sadly :(((boooooo sue me im an exhibitiotiinist i lovee it

BUT omg tyyy i shld say hehehhehehe omg imm sooo excited to sleep after i like omg cum my brains out but ya omg im playing w my tits contstatlyyy my nipples r like so perky omg

[dnpsuck]

What, who is the mutual friend from 2009?

when they were very deep in the closet and understandably didn't want people to look back to their old shit and come to homosexual conclusions, they started saying they met through a mutual friend they had in manchester but it was obviously a lie but most people were like "lol ok whatever you say kings" and a few years later they just dropped that narrative and eventually told sue perkis the truth about meeting on the internet and that it's as dodgy as it sounds