#pls do not feel the need to match length lmao

[murphbronson]

who: closed for @carsonwest where: the Silver Saddle when: approx. 11:15 pm

"Well, fuck."

A honky tonk bar wasn't exactly his usual scene, but he'd heard on the radio that the place was running a two-for-one beer special on the same weekend that he happened to have some free time. In all honesty, he'd mostly wanted to get off the ranch for a few hours. Eating, sleeping, shitting and working all in the same place (no matter how large it was) was beginning to chafe. He'd known when he signed on that he'd have very little home-to-work life balance, but still. He needed a breather every now and then.

Apparently, his need for a temporary reprieve was about to be his own undoing.

In a fit of spiteful defiance, he'd wandered into the men's bathroom earlier to smoke a cig and scroll on his phone - because there was no way in hell he was going to walk all the way back outside in the cold just to take a few puffs. Wasn't his fault most of the places in this town had gone woke and banned smoking and vaping on the premises.

When he'd eventually left, he thought he'd stubbed out the filter good enough before tossing it into the trash, but apparently a few embers had still been smoldering - enough to catch and set the whole damn thing on fire.

Now, he was standing outside (shivering in the cold he had been trying to avoid) as the fire department rolled up, red and white lights flashing. The fire had already been put out, management had seen to that, but the building still had to be cleared before they could all go back inside.

As the crowd around him bitched and moaned about their abandoned drinks and lack of adequate outerwear, Murph sighed and mustered up what little dignity he had before breaking away from the mass of people lingering in the parking lot and approaching the nearest firefighter.

"So uh. Just so ya' know, it wasn't that big of a deal. Just a cigarette butt torching a few paper towels in the john." He shrugged. "S'already out."

[fyrewalks]

It's a bad idea, he thinks when he catches Hangman's eye across the Hard Deck and there's a sparkle of something more. It's a bad idea, he thinks when they're quiet in the backseat of the uber, neither wanting to ruin the anticipation with pointless small talk. It's a bad idea, he thinks when his fingers start on the buttons of Seresin's annoyingly tight button-up once safely inside his temporary accommodation - except then Seresin's, Jake's, tongue is down his throat, and really, Bob isn't thinking at all, anymore.

As he's lying there, sweaty and sated, half drowsing, Jake's arm across his belly like he simply forgot Bob's there and is too tired to adjust, it's easy to rationalize the gravity of the situation away. Tomorrow, they'll all scatter back to their postings as if the detachment never happened. He'll go back to the Eagles, Jake to the Vigilantes; they didn't cross paths before at Lemoore, and there's no reason for them to now.

Bob is no stranger to one-night stands, temporary bits of fun. He knows the routine, but when caught attempting to make a quiet exit the next morning, he can't muster up the usual excuses or goodbyes. What's he supposed to say - thanks for the fuck, see you never?

Except, as it turns out, whatever rational thinking he employed that night, wasn't all that thought out. Back with the Eagles, it's harder to avoid Hangman than he assumed. Bob dodges him in hangars, at bars and hangouts Nat dutifully drags him out to. He absolutely does not think about how Jake kisses, or moves, or the way he tastes. Absolutely not. And just when Bob thinks he's got a handle on the worst of his intrusive, betraying thoughts, the orders come - they're all being recalled to Top Gun for the official formation of the Dagger Squad in a month's time.

A week into tense briefings, all of them frustrated and annoyed by the endless paperwork and ground time, Bob thinks himself foolish to think he struggled at all in Lemoore. At least then, Hangman had given him a wide berth too. Now, often stuck in the same room for hours at a time, Hangman's usual taunts feel sharper. If anyone's caught on to how he's singled Bob out, no one voices their suspicions. At one point he worries Natasha's caught on to something, but when she raises her eyebrows at Bob, he mutters something about Hangman being Hangman and that seems to satisfy any curiosity.

And then, Bob has the misfortune of finding himself alone in the locker room after a few miles on the treadmill. If the way Hangman corners him is any indication, he'd guess it's purposeful. Bob very carefully keeps his eyes on the next set of lockers, just to the right of Hangman's face.

"What - miss an insult or two in the classroom," he snarks, surprising himself. Admittedly, it's a little easier when Natasha is in the cockpit with him. Bob takes a breath, his eyes flicking to Hangman's eyes, his lips. Bob refocuses his gaze. "Don't you think it's a little obvious?" If it's not curiosity, it'll be a joke - one that skirts too close to the truth. After all, navy pilots are known for their crude humor. Bob knows himself; he'll struggle to shrug it off. // @a1truist

[hwanchaesong]

Of glasses and performances

a/n: writing this realquick for my pookie @yzzyhee really just a drabble buT IT'S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS. kind of inspired by this post lmao ✌🏼💀 also hee looks so fucking good in specs tffff literally writing this before i sleep so yeah, pls ignore any mistakes

warnings & genre: idolbf!hee, afab!reader, smut smut smut, public sex, p in v raw etc etc lmao minors dni!!! not proofread ‼️(hee fucking u into oblivion backstage after seeing u in the crowd at his group's concert)

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You saw it. You fucking saw it.

Fighting for the front stage section of their concert is one thing. Obtaining the sexiest outfit to wear is the second thing. But seeing your oh so charming boyfriend up on the platform, performing his heart out and suddenly making eye-contact with him is just... doing things to you.

The blinding lights are not a hindrance for you to truly witness how majestic Lee Heeseung is.

Him in that black outfit, styled hair and that glasses is so fucking flawless. Then you watch him squat near the edge of the stage, his hazel orbs scanning the crowd and he makes eye-contact with you.

Time seemed to have stopped when you noticed a certain glint in his eyes, dark irises scanning your figure and you saw how he tried to hide his smirk, masking it as an expression befitting of their performance.

But you know that once you're hidden from the public, chaos will ensue.

And your instincts are always right.

Once the concert was over, you headed backstage but you were blocked by Heeseung, no words were needed as he dragged you near an empty hallway, making sure that no one is around before he does what he wants.

Pinning your wrists above your head with only one hand, he leans down and lets his breath fan all over your face as his other free hand settles itself on your hips, dangerously creeping inside your scanty dress, "Didn't think you'd wear an outfit that exposes too much skin, baby."

You examine his poorly wiped face, still sweaty probably because he hurried his way out to meet you in the middle instead of making himself more presentable, keen on keeping you alone for himself.

No worries though, he's attractive and gorgeous just the same. The messiness of his appearance just adds to the tingling that you're currently feeling.

"Well," you inclined your head to match the level of his lips, "can't blame me for wanting to look pretty for my very hardworking boyfriend."

That was the end of your short conversation with him, which you believe is the foreplay as you have now found yourself in a rather mind and body bending situation in public.

Hoisted and back flattened against the cemented, cold wall and your lovely dress is bunched up your waist. Panties ripped off and is now currently stashed in your boyfriend's pocket, which you assume he'll use in the future to relieve some frustrations when he's not with you.

Your moans reverberate across the abandoned hallway, music in Heeseung's ears as it triggers him to do more.

Faster, harder, and harsher.

The loud squelching of where the two of you are connected should have been embarrassing for you, but no fucks are given since Heeseung is already giving you all the fucking that you desire.

His thrusts are wild, relentless and undoubtedly, heavenly. The sole reason for each plunge is to send you into utopia.

You can feel his thick cock dragging on your insides, striking your cervix every time he goes in deep, the pulsating vein on the side of his length scratches your drench walls quite wonderfully, causing you to get wetter, probably creating a huge disarray down there.

One particular languid stroke had your back arching on the wall, legs wrapping securely around Heeseung's hips as he hit a delicate, spongy spot inside you.

Jackpot, he thinks, as your insides cling tighter to him like you do at the moment.

A string of curses left him when your nails rake at his nape, gently playing with his hair, eliciting a groan from him as the sensation is feathery yet sensual, a weakness of him that only you can bring out.

"Fuck baby," he rasps, concentrating at the sounds that you're making while he continuously rams into you, "you feel so fucking good. All for me yeah?"

You mewled his name desperately, the knot in your lower belly is getting ready to be snapped, "Yes Hee. I'm yours, all yours f-fuck, you own all of me."

Ah, the things you do to him. If you tried sitting in his brain then you'd be shocked by the images and thoughts that are filled with you, you, and you.

Some are fluffy but most are nasty though you are sure to love it. Of course you will, you're down bad for him just as he is for you.

He wasn't giving you any time to catch your breath as he wasted no time in kissing you, searing and hot, shoving his tongue down your throat that you couldn't help but to submit to him without much of a fight.

His tongue clashes with yours before exploring your mouth, the rhythm of the make-out session matches his pace perfectly, only detaching from you when the need for oxygen arises, leaving you gasping and flushed when a string of saliva

His bruising grip on your thighs loosened a bit as he used his left hand to slide the top of your dress, revealing your tits to him. He watches it bounce along with his thrusts for a solid minute before leaning down to capture a nipple.

Tongue flatting and hardening around your bud, circling and sucking while teasing a bit of nibbles, further adding onto the pleasure that you're receiving.

"A-ah! Heeseung, I-I'm-!" closing your eyes in rapture, tilting your head to the side to give access to your lover when he scoots his face in the crook of your neck, embellishing you with purple and blue spots.

"Close?" he whispers, licking the newly painted marks in his canvas called your skin. His peppery smooches snakes up, reaching your ears as he delicately bites your lobe, "Come for me then, baby. Don't hold back."

You moan loudly, one more. One more push and you're gone.

His palm traces the goosebumps on your thigh, and there it is, his deft fingers playing with your clit is all it took for you to gush all over him. A satisfied smirk on his kissable lips shows itself, then it turns into a sly one when he didn't slow down despite your pleading.

Begging him to take it easier since your high took a toll on your sensitivity, thus the overwhelming rapture that had you shaking in his arms.

He laughs menacingly at your futile requests, giving you a sham apology sealed with a kiss. He then murmurs against your lips, "Didn't you tell me that you're mine?"

You nod your head weakly, and that might be a mistake but at the end of this night, you'll realize that mistakes are options that you just haven't chosen. And not all mistakes are bad.

"Then take what I give you, baby. I haven't cum yet, square up until I'm done with you."

[bunnyksj]

The Perfect Girl - MYG x Reader

Summary: Yoongi makes sure his pretty girl feels even prettier in his lovely red rope <3 

Author’s Note: fuck it yoongi smut lol, my first fic yay !! sorry if its short or not written very well, i'm getting used to it lol, ASLO thanks for all ur requests i'm working on them rn >_< i was listening to this song while writing this teehee :3

TAGS: smut duh, short and sweet, established relationship, PWP, bondage, possessiveness, bro hits it raw (pls wrap the willy), he calls you his slut lol, dom/sub themes, sub!reader, creampies, cunnilingus, VERY slight dumbification, like if you squint lmao.

WORD COUNT: 1k 

Yoongi has always adored you. His perfect, sweet girl. He hates seeing your pretty face scrunched up in a frown, tired from working your damn ass off. It pained him to see you come home everyday, your hand running through your hair, hearing your angry rants about the stupid fucks you worked with. You looked  much better like this. Your pleading eyes gazing up into his, spread out on your bed, hands tied to the headboard and legs tied apart, open and ready for him. The dark crimson hue of the rope matches perfectly with your complexion, he picked it out just for you. 

“So fucking perfect baby…” 

He growls, his dark eyes roaming over your body. His hands brush across your jaw, pressing down on your bottom lip, his own roughly meeting yours. Such a little slut you were, getting him all worked up. He slowly crawled over you, his hand reaching out to grab your tied ones, slowly running his hands over the thick rope. You whined as he traced two fingers over your leaking slit, caressing and worshiping your pretty pussy, sinking them in to open you up.  

“Such a good girl..gonna make you feel so good…so full. Just open you up for me baby..” 

You nodded softly, whimpering as his fingers continued to work open your cunt. His eyes focused on the way your slick covered his fingers and leaked onto the sheets, moaning softly at the sight. 

“Fuck…I need to be inside you baby..need to fuck you, make you feel so full..do you want it baby? Tell me..” 

“Please…” You cried, bucking your hips as best you could. “Wanna feel you….want you to fill me up…please..” 

He flashes a soft smile, leaning closer to you, his cockhead rubbing against your puffy folds, leaking precum. He trails kisses down your neck, softly biting and licking up to your ear, whispering darkly. 

“That’s it baby…” 

He pushes into your body, and you gasp. His thick length stretches you open, nice and wide, filling you to the brim. He soothingly runs his hands over your stomach. When you’ve adjusted he begins to move his hips, slamming into yours, rubbing right up against your sweet spot. His hands grip your waist, lifting up your hips, tugging at the ties on your lower legs, as he rams into your body. He moves one of his hands to softly trace over your nipple, pinching it softly, before he leans down to nip it gently. 

“You feel so fucking good…” He growls, obsessed with the feeling of your body against his. “My fucking slut…this is what you wanted right…don't gotta think about nothing else now. Just let me make you feel good, okay?” 

You whine, your back arching and eyes rolling back, whining desperately. The restraints of the rope limiting your eager movements, controlling the urge to fuck yourself back onto him. Making you feel completely under his control. 

“Yoongi….so full..” 

He smirks into your neck. “I know, sweet baby. Feels good doesn't it…” 

“Yes~!” 

You cry, your bodies crashing and bouncing in sync together, sweat forming on both of your brows. He leans down to steal you in a passionate kiss, his tongue roaming your mouth possessively, pulling away with a smirk, his tongue running over his top teeth, as he continues ramming his hips into yours, claiming every inch of your delicate body. 

“F-fuck..gonna fucking cum…gonna fill my slut up. Tell me you want it baby…” 

“Please…wanna cum. I wanna…feel you..fill me up..so fucking good…Yoongi…please!” 

Who was he to deny his baby? Especially since your little cunt made him feel so damn good. He admires the way your legs shake and your body bucks up underneath his rope, your tight cunt clenching around him. 

He moans lowly into your ear, filling you up with his thick seed. You whine out, bucking up as you clench around him, cumming around him. He pulls out slowly, his cum leaks out onto the sheets. He rests on his knees, his hands coming behind your back, gripping your ass as he pulls your body closer to his face, as best he can. He licks and bites at your thighs, leaving a pretty trail of hickeys towards your leaking core. He worships your pretty pussy, licking and suckling over your clit and inside your needy hole. 

“So sweet and pretty, my little slut. You love this don't you?” 

“Mhm…!” You whine, overstimulated, soft gasps escaping your wet lips. 

He continues to eat you out, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration, moaning softly at the feeling of your combined fluids. He slips his fingers back into you, stretching your already used hole. You whine, your hands pulling against the firm restraints, whimpering in pleasure. 

“Yoongi..feels so good…” 

“I know, sweet girl. So fucking pretty for me. Just keep letting me take care of you.” 

You throw your head back, your eyes clouding with lust , soft tears of pleasure and overstimulation run down your cheeks as you cum. His tongue doesn't stop probing at your pussy, making sure you ride out your orgasm. 

“So fucking sexy…” He says, his voice husky. He pulls away from your pussy, his lips wet, smiling softly as he leans in to kiss you softly.  

“You okay, baby?” He asks, reaching up to remove the rope keeping your hands secure. 

“Yeah..” You reply, softly, your voice soft and strained from your cries of pleasure. “I'm okay..” 

“I’m glad.” He says, softly smiling, as he removes the rope from around your legs. You lie back, sighing. Your body is exhausted, but satisfied. He snakes his hands around your waist, holding you close to his chest, stroking your hair as you fall into a peaceful sleep. His eyes filled with admiration and love for you. 

Yoongi always took such good care of you. This was how he liked to see you, his  pretty girl, sleeping soundly with a sweet smile on your lips, all your stress gone. What more could he want? 

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[kaycode1999]

Hii this is like my first time commenting anything on tumblr so pls be nice, I tried. 😢 I think I’d like a mha and/or jjk pairing. (Mha if twos too much, sorry!!)

My personality, Im really indecisive. Like one second I’ll be super happy and then the next I’m bawling my eyes out. Ouhh I’m very judgemental, though I don’t always voice my opinions. I’m extremely quiet with people I don’t know or don’t talk to usually, on the other hand I’m literally the biggest extrovert with people I love. Oh I’m also an ISTJ-T. People call me really smart but I don’t think I’m all that, a lot of people have high expectations for me and it lowk stresses me tf out. I love music with my life oh mygod, I have like 4 different playlists with all different types of genres and I listen to them daily, at school, at home, in the shower, when im with friends, literally whenever I can. Oh can you tell I love to talk a lot lmao

I’m a female, she/her, idk abt sexuality but i slightly prefer guys more. For physical appearance, im 5’0 (153cm). I dyed my hair like a wine red but it’s fading out so my hair is like in between that and black. My hairs like medium length, it reaches the middle of my back yk. I have really dark brown eyes, and tan skin. I’m also more on the slim side

Im like a mix of styles honestly, it depends what I’m feeling like that day and where I’m going. I have a lot of clothes but they mainly consist of trousers and like rlly tight tops. (I like showing off my waist) (A few hoodies too cuz yk british weather)

I spend most of my time on my phone. Mainly to study or read something, maybe watch TikTok or anime, I also draw sometimes (rarely). I would go out on like walks or smth if my parents weren’t so strict..

*Based on the context clues I got you seem young, so I want to pair you with people presumably around your age. However, If I am wrong I can do it over*

Jujutsu Kaisen

I match you with

Yuji Itadori

My Hero Academia

I match you with

Eijiro Kirishima

Both of these sweethearts adore you so much and won’t judge you for your mood swings

They both thought it was cute how you were all quiet and shy when they first met you, but they loved it even more when you opened up to them

You can think you’re not all that all you want, these two sweethearts will never stop telling you how much they care about you and how awesome you are

They are there for you if you’re stressed, if you need to get your favorite candy/ice cream they’re treat! If you need to stay in your room covered in blankets just to get away from everything for a while they’ll make sure you’re comfortable and even bring you something to drink or a snack

They both like just hanging out and listening to music with you

[seaturtlesclimbtrees]

yet another indie mc hunter roleplaying blog for love & deepspace. est jan. 2025. page undergoing construction ♡ personality && traits written w/caleb's route and themes specifically in mind. so if caleb's shit bothers u bye lol ok

| about | verses |

will only interact and follow if mun is 21+. no exceptions.

READ ME below cut,

eventually i'll also make a sideblog of rafayel but until then…

last edited on feb. 2025

per last update for this page, i am caught up with the latest chapters for all of love and deepspace's main storylines. i am a caleb girlie main so i am 100% caught up with all of his stories (TEEHEE)… i am not 100% aware of the others, but i am ok with spoilers if info is needed for threading!

FOR FOLLOWING

i do not send passwords. if i follow or follow back, rest assured i have read everything needed beforehand!

i can be a bit selective, so please have at least have an 'about me page' especially if you're a fellow oc so i have a general idea of how to interact. ty!

i will not follow personal blogs! we can chat thru dms tho if u want for w/e reason

FOR WRITING

i haven't written in over like six years so i am rusty and getting readjusted to tumblr rp etiquette. pls spare me lol

i can respond as slow as a snail. mun has a full-time career and cannot guarantee quick replies.

i prefer writing paragraphs over oneliners, but don't feel the need to match length. i have no intentions of using icons nor do i care about making my replies pretty. do not expect me to care for aesthetics at all lmao.

feel free to hit me up ooc beforehand thru msgs if u wanna plan a thread, send me a sentence starter thru asks, or just randomly tag me w/whatever as long as there's no godmodding if/when we're mutuals. i do like writing crack seriously… hint. hint.

idrc about anything i see on here but please tag or put ur NSFW under a read more accordingly. as much as i enjoy reading/seeing smut like the next gal i dont need it thrown at my face out of nowhere lmao thx

FOR RELATIONSHIPS

** either platonic or romantic

unless previously discussed, will NOT do pre-determined relationships with your muse beyond recognition if they're a canon character. but i am 100% open to discussing anything! hit me up! i would love for my oc to make new/existing friends ♡ ♡ ♡

for romance specifically, any interactions with LADS love interests by default will be platonic. for now, i'm only interested in writing romantically w/my friends. if, for some reason you REALLY want to write with my specific mc romantically out of the 3252532 other LADS mcs out there befriend me first then we can talk about it i guess lmao especially with other calebs lol. for others, we can write our characters w/a genuine sibling or childhood friend dynamic (whichever one ur more comfortable with) no problem.

hope to get along! quick mun info: alex, 25+, she/her, my love&deepspace hunter code: 82001607859 (feel free 2 add!)

[itsbeen800years]

yet another rafayel roleplaying blog for love & deepspace. est feb. 2025. page undergoing construction ♡ this is a sideblog acc. follows will be from @seaturtlesclimbtrees.

| about | verses |

will only interact and follow if mun is 21+. no exceptions.

READ ME below cut,

last edited on feb. 2025

per last update for this page, i am caught up with the latest chapters for all of love and deepspace's main storylines. i have the gist of rafayel's lore down but i am still learning so bare with me lmao

FOR FOLLOWING

i do not send passwords. if i follow or follow back, rest assured i have read everything needed beforehand!

i can be a bit selective, so please have at least have an 'about me page' especially if you're a fellow oc so i have a general idea of how to interact. ty!

i will not follow personal blogs! we can chat thru dms tho if u want for w/e reason

FOR WRITING

i haven't written in over like six years so i am rusty and getting readjusted to tumblr rp etiquette. pls spare me lol

i can respond as slow as a snail. mun has a full-time career and cannot guarantee quick replies.

i prefer writing paragraphs over oneliners, but don't feel the need to match length. i have no intentions of using icons nor do i care about making my replies pretty. do not expect me to care for aesthetics at all lmao.

feel free to hit me up ooc beforehand thru msgs if u wanna plan a thread, send me a sentence starter thru asks, or just randomly tag me w/whatever as long as there's no godmodding if/when we're mutuals. i do like writing crack seriously… hint. hint.

idrc about anything i see on here but please tag or put ur NSFW under a read more accordingly. as much as i enjoy reading/seeing smut like the next gal i dont need it thrown at my face out of nowhere lmao thx

FOR RELATIONSHIPS

** either platonic or romantic

unless previously discussed, will NOT do pre-determined relationships with your muse beyond recognition if they're a canon character. but i am 100% open to discussing anything! hit me up!

for romance specifically, any interactions with MC HUNTERS WILL BE PLATONIC BY DEFAULT. any potential shipping will have to be discussed beforehand. i ship by chemistry.

hope to get along! quick mun info: alex, 25+, she/her, my love&deepspace hunter code: 82001607859 (feel free 2 add!)

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

What's uppp! Luv ur blog and i got curious with the matchups so i'd like to request a matchup for MHA!

Also just to recognize my ask, I'd like to go with 🪩

So let's get to myself:

I'm female and go by she/her. Also i’m straight.

Appearance:

1,80 (5'11/6'0?), chubby, brown eyes, dark red (colored) mid length hair, usual ear piercings, one nose piercing on the side and a lip piercing (ashley), big ahh feet and hands LMAOOO.

Style:

Ijust can't decide so i switch it a lot. Either it's streetwear, punk or something elegant/ sweet (wild combo ik). My room looks pretty natural (lots of plants and wood etc.) since i need something that keeps me down to earth 💀

Music taste:

Big ass spectrum but let's try. Luv rock/hardrock/ metal, enjoy techno from time to time. The usual tiktok songs,.. Tbh anything that's very loud or makes my headphones vibrate 10/10. From time to time i do enjoy the calm/classical music but only if i REALLY feel like it.

Fav current songs if it helps:

Black No. 1 from Type O Negative

Fucking Your Ghost In Chains of Ice from Leviathan (pls ignore the title 😭)

prayer1 from april27

Nightmare from plenka

Stay from Narrow Head

Wicked Game from Chris Isaak

Personality:

I've seen others mention it so; aries sun, pisces moon, virgo rising and ENTP.

honestly think it fits just not AS serious. People often mention i look rather intimidating at first which is understandable since i can seem uninterested and reserved but when talking to me i really love making others laugh, as well as laughing myself. Honestly my love language (combined with aggressive love). Love to goof around but i like to seem more closed off at first.

It makes things more interesting. Very personal emotions i like to only keep for myself (like most ig). I isolate pretty quickly and don't mind it since I've always been more independent and alone (not at all badly, i like the peace around me while enjoying the chaos inside my head 🫦😭).

I've actually never been in an relationship but based on other experiences i like both to be in control and let someone have control.

definitely not the type to only have one thing.

Likes:

Swimming, MUSIC, analyzing, watching trash tv and cooking shows (i just love judging people < /3), reading on my phone ig though i don't read many books irl, gaming from time to time, eating LMAO, adrenaline boosting stuff like rollercoasters,...

Dislikes:

Cooking (ironically), bugs that have this hard shell on them (scared shitless, can't deal with them biches), morning breath, no motivation days, people that don't have their own personality (i get annoyed easily)

so yeah idk if this is too long or short or whatever.

I'd be happy if you would match me but if you don't feel like it that's totally fine love <3 don't stress, take ur time.

Hi 🪩Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchup!

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

You and Shoto are the “intimidating but actually just reserved” couple of UA. People are often too scared to approach you, especially when you’re together but once they get to know you, they enjoy your company.

Shoto loves the more goofy side of you, especially since it brings out his sillier side as well. He feels honoured that you’re comfortable enough with him that you feel you can let that more private side of you out.

Enjoys watching tv with you and just relaxing in general. He doesn’t mind what you get up to, as long as you’re spending time together.

Shoto’s surprisingly good at motivating you when you’re struggling to find the energy to do anything. He’s been there before and knows how annoying it is.

Gets rid of bugs for you. He’s happy to either take them outside or just kill them depending on which you would prefer. If it’s a particularly large bug, he might baulk a bit but he’ll push his own concerns aside to help you out.

[spiritvsms]

new memories filled the empty spaces that erik didn't even know he had in his brain each day and night. the most traumatic ones came first, because why wouldn't they? as far as erik could tell, there wasn't much peace in his life until it was coming to a wrap. even then, there was such great loss and tragedy weighing on his mind that threatened to push him away from any semblance of peace. reliving all of his trauma in glimpses was newly destructive, and erik had wondered what memories would follow. could it get much worse? it could, erik thought, it really could.

the park was a place of comfort for him, not in his past years in ivy cove, but as of late. erik could feel the weight of the air, the minerals in the ground, the iron in the blood of those walking past him. just how much he could sense would be overwhelming to most, but it felt natural to him; it was a weight lifted off of his shoulders. this was in his nature, he knew. the animals around always reminded him of nina, though erik did not show much compassion toward the birds. in his mind, they flapped wildly as an arrow struck the center of his world. erik found that he had a growing sense for other mutants, something he was still trying to get the hang of. there was an energy hauntingly familiar to him, surrounded by the birds that he sought to avoid. almost instinctively, he moved toward it without any cohesive thought.

he could not speak upon reaching the woman, lost in his thoughts as he searched for any recognition of her features. it felt as though no time had passed before she had met his gaze and spoke. it did not make sense to him. erik had heard of people who swore they had perished in their lives, being brought back to this place. only, he did not imagine such a thing would happen to him... for him. the world took from him at every turn, providing little to match up. in this moment, he thought back to hearing of the world to come, as his mother would call it. was this it?

it was surely nina before him. though her features had matured, and her voice lacked that childlike ring to it, every aspect of her aligned with erik's memory. the swell of emotion that rushed over him was significant: painful, but somehow healing. he idly wondered how long he had stood there, even after she had acknowledged him. he was weary to trust this moment, and shock did wonders in fueling his thought, but little in bringing him to action. his eyes wandered to the locket, remembering the twinge in his hand and how the air had shifted as the police fell feet from him. he did not take much time to gaze at it, realizing in half of a second that life was truly short. he could never be awarded enough time to truly appreciate this moment, to appreciate the return of his daughter. this finally spurred movement in his limbs.

gently, as though she were still a third of his size, erik reached toward nina. his hands wrapped protectively around her back as he hunched over, his fingertips grazing where the arrow had pierced her skin. he hadn't noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks until he could feel the damp pool forming on the fabric covering her shoulder. "nina, kochanie," he breathed. the polish rolled off of his tongue more aptly than he had expected. "is this real?" it felt almost sinister to ask. though nina stood before him with years of her own under her belt, erik felt calling attention to their shared trauma was perhaps too cruel. but he needed to know.

@spiritvsms (Nina & Erik)

Getting her memories back had been traumatizing for the brunette, something she wasn't sure if other people were experiencing, but if they were, then there was a small comfort in knowing that she wasn't alone. Though most people would seek out their family, she had no high hopes of her parents being here, and friends wise, she often preferred the company of animals, so as she made her way down to the park, she sat on a bench and watched the birds fly around, taking a moment to call out to them as a couple flew over to her and perched themselves on the top of the bench. "Hello, beautiful." She whispers, using a finger to gently pet the bird's back, but the bird startles and flies away as Nina hears footsteps, quickly turning back and freezing up at the familiar face. "...Baba?" She says, a hand instinctively reaching up to the locket around her neck, where the photo of his parents are.

[harmcomforts]

CLOSED STARTER / @distantxdaydreams​

This was the first night in Joseph’s first week as a senior that he managed to attend supper on time in the Dining Hall. The House Captains, Vice Captains and other school leaders have been allowed to come in late and stick around closer to curfew the last three nights after being responsible for helping with freshman orientation. At Sacred Heart they took the process extremely seriously, trying to make it fun and welcoming before they cracked down on you with their extremely high expectations. He remembered his own freshman orientation — they’d had a slip and slide and free swim and he had emailed his parents in long winded excitement from the school regulation laptop he’d been given. He also remembered the crushing disappointment of receiving a B minus on his first quiz, which had quickly told him that he needed to work much. much harder. 

These days, Joseph stayed on top of his work, even when his buddies offered to pay off some junior to do it for him. He only had to get through the next year and his life would be set, Georgetown would be on the horizon and he’d be making his parents happy. The only problem? The girl he spied sitting a table away and up a little. Their eyes met briefly before he looked away, the corner of his mouth turning up as if he heard a joke from one of his friends. He didn’t, but he also couldn’t risk being seen staring at Lucy. Picking up his fork, he dug it into the only food left on his plate: roasted asparagus. He didn’t know why he even picked it up. Maybe so he’d look healthier than his friends, chowing down on as much meat and pasta as possible. Lucy might make fun of him for that. The thought passed through his mind and he exhaled, sighing internally. He’d been trying to stop thinking about her all Summer and now there she was again, taking up all of his thoughts. Joseph instinctively reached for his phone sitting on the table beside him. Thank god for senior phone privileges for those with a 3.5 grade average and higher. 

joseph: block b 10:30 2nite?

The text went through and he locked his phone swiftly, glancing at her once more to check if she had her phone. Despite his best efforts, he missed her. 

[silverflamcs]

@wandyrlust  “won’t you at least let me try to make things better?”

     tonight she had been at one of her favorite taverns, letting the music whisk her away to somewhere far from here, and drank bottle after bottle of wine waiting for sweet oblivion to take her. the roaring in her head became one with the music and the dark power inside her slumbered heavily like a beast. only when the owner announced they were closing for the night did nesta leave. he had found her walking the streets after she left, which was more surprising than she wanted to admit, and it wasn’t because of how late it was. these days it was feyre, elain, or even rhysand who hunted her down, trying to convince her to join some frivolous get together, or to move into the river house, or a petty job offering from rhysand. as she stumbled along the cobblestones back to her apartment with cassian at her heels she dutifully ignored him as he rambled on about gods know what. she was so drunk it was remarkable that she remembered where her apartment even was.

     no matter how intoxicated she was though, she always remembered to lock all four locks when closing her door. turning away from the door she realized cassian had come in with her, not only that but he was insanely close to her. the scent of him slammed into her with such force it caught her off guard. eyes blazing she stared at him and felt her power stir, apparently no amount of alcohol could keep it down when it came to cassian. nesta couldn’t understand it, why he affected her magic so much, why things tended to shatter when he was around if she didn’t have a tight enough leash on it. using a mental paw, she pressed down on that power before it showed up in front of him. shoving past him she slipped her flats off and threw one toward him and snarled, “get out, you oversized bat.” because of the alcohol her words didn’t come out as venomous as she wanted them to.

     dealing with cassian was difficult enough sober, but dealing with him while drunk proved to be an even more difficult feat. especially with him in her living space, which was small and he was the personification of a damn mountain. those magnificent wings of his looked like twin peaks behind him and she had the annoying urge to touch them. it wasn’t just her power he affected, but her blood as well, it seemed to sing in his presence. being with him like this was incredibly dangerous. for the first time she wished she was sober so she could go at him with her fangs and claws at full force.

     won’t you at least let me try to make things better?

     her eyes blazed as she whirled on him. “try to make things better for whose sake? yours? feyre’s?” a bitter laugh. “don’t pretend it’s for my sake.” cassian did not care about her, that much nesta knew. what had happened after the war was proof of that. he made a declaration to her; i have no regrets in my life, but this. that we did not have time. that i did not have time with you, nesta. the lightest of kisses, she didn’t stop him then. i will find you again in the next world - the next life. and we will have that time i promise. she would never forget those words. nesta was willing to die with him, to take the brunt of the king’s attack. they would have died if elain hadn’t shown up and stabbed the king, nesta knowing he would have survived stood up and twisted that knife deeper. carving the king of hybern’s head right off his shoulders, covered in his blood, she held it up as if it was a trophy. kingslayer. that was the moment her eyes became a depthless void.

     the two of them had survived and now had all the time in the world and what did cassian do? nothing. he was hauled off that battlefield by mor and rhysand, then never approached her, never spoke to her about what happened between them that day. not long after he was away in illyria for months. when they saw each other again it was during winter solstice where he had ignored her for the entirety of the night. only when she fled the party and walked the streets alone did he approach her and try to give her a gift. as if he was too ashamed or embarrassed to do so in front of his friends. nesta refused him and he had implied she was unlovable. it felt like a knife had been thrusted into her heart by the hands of the male she cared for too much.

     “there is nothing for you to ‘make better.’” cassian could not make any of this better. not when it came to the cauldron, her father’s death, how she can hear his neck snapping when near a fireplace, their near deaths, the sounds of cassian’s screams as his wings were shredded, the images of him bloody and crawling to her, of elain missing in the tent, of the one thousand illyrian shoulders being turned to ash when she called cassian away from the blast. all of it weighed so heavily on her, threatened to suffocate her. she was traumatized and there was no making any of this better.  

     alcohol and hot rage pumped through her, “you care nothing about me so why bother? you were gone for months, you pretend i don’t exist when you’re in front of your little friends, so why not leave me alone? why follow me and perch on the roofs of houses like a pigeon? why do any of it?” she damned herself and the wine the moment she realized what truth she conveyed to him.

[ctrlmichael]

Michael hadn’t been around much at all - he was incredibly new to the town only being here for two days,and had spent virtually all of his time exploring. He however, had seemed to gotten lost. He was staying at a motel for the time until he found a more permanent home, but had left early in the morning - it was now nighttime and he felt miles away from the motel where he started. Normally Michael would have been fine to wander off by himself and figure things out, but he, for once in his life, was feeling somewhat tired and more than anything just wanted to find his way back.

 Looking around the few people walking by, the young male stopped the first relatively kind-looking person he saw. “excuse me!” he spoke, perhaps too loud, gently tapping the stranger on the shoulder. “I’d hate to be a bother, but could you maybe tell me how to get to...” He paused, looking down at the writing on his hand that was now smudged, “Moon Motel? I’ve spent all day walking, seemingly away from it, trying to see the town but managed to get sorta...well...lost.” he admitted sheepishly, as he overshared his story with the stranger - something he was notorious for. 

[allisonlol]

Hi how are you? First I wanna tell you that your writing is amazing and I really enjoy reading you work. Keep up with it💕

So... can request headcanons (or drabble, whatever you prefer) where the reader asks Nikolai gogol (they're dating) to cut her hair? I think his reaction would be funny cause he seems to care deeply about his hair...

Tysm and also, no pressure!💕💕

a/n: i'm doin pretty good, thank you sm :D this is such a cute req i added some others as well if that's alr <3 it's fitting since yesterday i literally chopped off all my hair lmao, i feel like nanno now hehe

warnings: implied fem reader, no specific hair type or length mentioned

(Nikolai, Dazai, Chuuya) When Their S/O Asks Them to Cut Her Hair

Nikolai

i can't decide if this is a good decision or a disastrous one

granted he does have pretty hair and seems to take good care of it himself but...

i just think that nikolai + a pair of scissors + your hair = a possible disaster

but you were willing to give it a try, apparently

when you told nikolai that you wanted him to cut your hair, his face lit up immediately

throws you into a chair and pulls all the stuff he needs out of his overcoat??

you're starting to have second thoughts that this MIGHT not be the best idea when he literally grabs a chunk of your hair and just...cuts it off

too late to stop now huh 0-0

mf also doesn't let you look in a mirror until the very end?? so ur anxiety was skyrocketing while he does who knows what to your hair

teases you at the end and won't flip the mirror around for you to see so you YANK it out of his hands

but?? you're shocked to see it actually looks?? really good??

bro even styled it for you like damn! nikolai why are you busy being a terrorist when you could be a hairstylist instead!

& depending on the length you wanted it he may have given you a little matching braid like his <3

Dazai

um so we all know how i feel about him

and i'm sorry but there's no way this is turning out the way you wanted it. like why would you even let this man bring scissors near your hair

you'd wanted to change your hair pretty drastically and figured hell, why not ask your bf so you can save money instead of going to a stylist

and sure it's a great idea on the surface, but this is dazai we're talking about

ofc he's all excited about it. won't shut up about how he's going to make you look "better than ever before" ??

dazai's like "i do my own hair so, as you can see, you can trust me" mf all i see is ur goofy ass uneven haircut but ok

another one who won't let you look into the mirror until he's finished

does it in like 10 minutes too?? and that's when you KNOW something's gonna be very wrong

spins your chair around to face the mirror and you're fr flabbergasted. like >:0

pls you jump up from the chair and are ready to start throwing punches ngl!!

let's just say you lost more money afterwards trying to get it fixed than if you'd went to the hairdresser in the first place

Chuuya

aah. my beloved <3

so. you either hate or you love chuuya's hairstyle and i'm one of the mfs that loves it (it is very gorgeous to me??)

n i already know y'all are gonna be like "how ru gonna say dazai's hair is bad but like chuuya's" it's an acquired taste alright

some may call it BAD taste but i think this man knows what he's doing when it comes to hairstyling. not as good as nikolai, but you can trust him whenever you wanna change things up

i feel like he's definitely nervous about it tho :') like he's just so worried he'll mess it up & you'll be mad lmao

hit him with the "so you can't do it? alr i'll ask someone else" and BAM he's shoving you down in a chair & asking what you want done with ur hair

works every time

is overly cautious. sits you right in front of a mirror and fr asks "is this ok" before cutting each section?? ur just like "yes sweetie, for the third time that's fine" :')

chuuya just wants you to be happy okay

the end result is no surprise since he basically walked you thru the whole thing but, i'll have you know it looked great <3

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[deviltoys]

― this is my first time requesting so let's hope i don't fuck this up [lmao].

taking tobio's [who's the pastor's son] virginity and watching him ask for forgiveness for doing something so inappropriate in the church but then you proceed to degrade him. 🙇

— ‘𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀.’

tobio kageyama x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: stop. this is my favorite request, ever. virginity loss ‘n blasphemy??? hello? too fuckin’ good, been cravin’ a good virgin tobio. thank you fer’ this, it was perfect!

warings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, virginity loss, sacrilege, taboo acts, incest, age gap (18-30), pastor!reader, exhibitionism, sex in a church, misusage of the bible, religious speak, little to no prep, dumbification, creampie, degrading, manipulation, corruption, belly bulge, daddy k.

juvenile ministry took up a huge chunk of the church you operated. being the father to tobio kageyama, it was only natural that he was a frequent volunteer for the group of children who'd visit you both to be taught the righteous laws of god.

your boy was so doting with kids, it lay a smile across your lips to see him so devoted as you'd help demonstrate an array of practices to the youth. he was an apprentice of some sort— you two had a closely knit relationship when it came to chruch work.

almost a little too close.

nobody would ever suspect a thing, right? their nurturing pastor and his passionate son; they wouldn't dream of commiting any corrupt acts against the lord they so dearly fawned about.

the children certainly wouldn't know, such mindless followers. that's why during youth hours the two of you would mysteriously ‘disappear’ while everyone else contributed holy related activities to do while father y/n and tobio went to assist the lord.

you had be fighting the urge to take your son aside and tear his tiny body in half right there inside the sacred haven. but poor little tobio was a virgin, nobody would dare attempt to be the one who would strip the priest’s son of his innocence. you and the younger male had only gone as far as sucking on each others lips or caressing one another in sensual ways that would surely be forbidden by the church.

it was unethical practice to do anything under sexual pretense inside the chapel; with your offspring no less. you were already commiting unforgivable acts unbeknownst to your fellow ministers— what was one more? just another sin strewn onto the pile of ones you had been collecting throughout the years.

the line between faith and abandonment finally blurred out when you caught your little kageyama with pants a size to small for his waist. the fabric rode up, perfectly rounding out and drawing scrutiny to his chubby ass. you were well aware of the scandalous gestures he would send your way while he kept his attention on the children. wiggling his ass out every so often was his main form of communicating his intentions.

he was at last ready to make his daddy proud, giving his body to him as though you were christ himself; submitting to you.

all of his coherent brain function was corrupt by you a long time past, the degenerate acts you two would shun from the eye of society had finally caught up to him. he needed the embrace of his dad, his loving, heavenly father that would fill his holes up with the holy spirit.

“tobio, follow me for a second please? i need to speak with you privately for awhile.” a forged grin took reign of your lips, softly signalling for your son as you escorted him through the barren temple halls. after he had finished passing out coloring activities for the group to engross in, he swiftly followed your lead.

“yes father, what is it that-” you barely gave kageyama a warning before slipping your forearms under his thighs, entangling the remainder of his limbs around your lower and upper body. you lifted his smaller from with ease, hot breath tickling the shell of his ear as your tone dropped to a deep whisper.

“are you ready to give your body to our savior, tobio?”

“yes father y/n, yes i am.”

that was all the confirmation you needed to proceed with blessing him. abandoning your clothes at the altar of god, you began to strip the boy attached to your body. steadily yanking down his suit pants, your cock already springing to life as his own came into view.

it was insatiably erect, you forbid your son from even being curious when it came to exploring his hormones. you knew one day keeping him fresh, unexposed to lewd activity would come in handy.

and it did, oh god it did.

his body was sensitive to the touch, you were concerned he was going to cum without you even putting a hand near his bulge. much less before the fun started. it was like caressing a rock, he was so stiff, the tip already dribbling a tiny bit of pre by the time you were able to finish your first stroke to the hilt.

after giving a few more measly flicks to the head of his cock; you guided tobio’s naked body towards the bible you had prepped specifically for this occasion. the oak pulpit stood tall amongst the various rows of seats— at the head of the stand was kageyama; exposed, ass out, and face burried deep inside the open book sprawled out for easy reading.

he could barely squeak out the first few passages as your lube coated fingers spread his cheeks and stretched his virgin hole to a worthy size; able to fit your fat cock.

it burned and ached, the agony of your fingers poking around his walls overthrew any noticable pleasure that may have slipped in unnoticed; it was torture. he thought intimacy was supposed to feel good. he should've listened when you told him it wasn't fun, how it was a crime against god and how he'd be severely punished for doing as such until he was proposed to by the right man.

but you were the right man, at least that's what you would tell him. so why was it so discomforting, so harsh? you weren't purposefully harming him were you? the paranoia was getting to him, it was so overwhelming, the thought of the man he adored so dearly causing him pain. hot, salty tears pricked his eyes, lashes catching any access fluid as they could meanwhile the clear streaks dusted his cheeks with red.

his hole was still barely twitching with anticipation, and would be for awhile; throwing your head back, you painfully fed kageyama’s rim your length. every inch that ventured just as deep as the last forced strained hiccups to seethe from behind his teeth. he was unbearably tight, his guts sucked you in while his walls showed heavy resistance— pushing you in and out of your trembling son.

“fucking hell.. dumb bitch, you’re so tight. ease up, i thought you'd serve me better- maybe i was wrong.”

no no, you were wrong, right? he was great, such an obedient little cocksleeve just for you, all for you. all he ever did was to please you; the man who he chased after for years, claiming he wasn't as nice as he predicted? panick only settle into him more, ruthlessly he began bucking his hips to match your unenthusiastic thrusts. attempting to appease you wasn't an easy feat, but he was so utterly devoted to you that the condition of his vessel meant nothing if it meant you were proud of him.

he attempted to slur out a form of quivering tongue with a few biblical quotes shoved in-between. whatever he was reciting wasn't human, infact you couldn't tell if he was fucked out or just anxious. whatever it was, your words had preformed their purpose; you were far too impatient to fully prepare him for the world of sex. forcing him to mature on the other hand seemed to run it's course— he was the one himself impelling himself onto at the end of the day.

your arms snaked around his tiny waist, hoisting his feet up and off the ground. the entirety of his lower half no longer met with the floor, steamy tears teased eyes while the remainder of his efforts worked into engulfing you whole. the stimulation of being carried off the ground just like that was unimaginable; only to have his pussy pounded mercilessly into the wooden podium.

“ack! ah.. mm. daddy, pl- please i can do better! m’promise, don't hold back- i want to feel every inch of you!” so vulgar, you weren't aware of tobio’s filthy mouth.

angling your hips to perfectly kiss his prostate with every shift in your pace, you plowed repeatedly into the spongy skin until he was no longer babbling on about anything coherent. whatever bible quote he was now listing off was lost within euphoria; his hole was loosening up more and more with each thrust you planted deep inside of his stomach.

he know knew how desperately he craved seeing your cum gush right out of his gaping ass. more than anything in the world.

“hah, what a stupid whore, letting your father fill up your belly like this? no wonder you can't do anything but flatter me.”

“m’not a stupid whore, daddy i promise!”

the way his cunt squelched around you told otherwise, you didn’t let up on the insults; constantly bombarding the male with word after word. his trembling thighs and drool stained expression prompted you to continue the vile humiliation.

“oh-ho yes you are, you're lucky i’m even taking the time to fuck you like this. the lord wouldn't dare touch you, so why should i? you're charity work kageyama, nothing but pity.”

giving his plump rear a deathly tight squeeze, you ramped up the vigor in your movements. aching breaths escape your nose as you send forth more shivers down the length of his spine— as much as he wants to keep you satisfied he can only withstand so much. this is his first time being lost within the rapturous waves of an orgasm. religious words still on the tip of his tongue as your name bounces off the empty church hull.

there's a puddle of semen beneath you at his feet, he's cum far too many times for you to count and he's just now; once again fighting for release. his limp, shaking shaft all swollen as it spurts out the umpteenth load that session.

you swiftly follow behind, using the last bit of strength in your twitching thigh muscles— you sent your hips forward, fully submerging your fat cock down his rectum. he yelps almost violently, but he adores it. the way you use up his spent hole. the amusement in his moans fizzle once he finally comes to his senses, realizing there's no cum sliding down his guts and into his tummy. the expected feeling of warm, sticky fluid staining his intestines was the big prize he was looking forward to.

“don’t you remember, your only use is to please me tobio. and you couldn't even do that, that's why you don't get daddy's cum. understand?” a disappointed glare forms on your face, once he's luckily unable to see.

he implores like you've never heard from anyone before, you've had your fair share of sexual favours under the church’s nose. but the dark haired male in particular was one of a kind, he was begging you for your seed like his life was dependant on whether or not you fufilled his lustful desires. he needed your cum, right there, right now.

even attempting to guide your entirely hard cock right back into his enormous asshole, which you allowed. your composure was iron-willed, you knew you could cum on command if need be. giving into his sinful fantasies, you pistoned yourself balls deep once more— your hands moving his hips for him as he pleaded for the sweet release of your fluids.

“please daddy, m’such a good cum dump! i promise, please just cum inside of me. i need it, i’ll do anything! anything!”

anything indeed, you had just the thing in mind. and you were sure tobio wouldn't refute, how could he? there wasn't any other choice, it was your cum or no cum. simple as that.

[cartierbin]

hey i’m new here, i read some of your works and !! OMG YOU’RE SO TALENTED , and also i just want you to ruin me buT i’m 100% bratty 🙄 soo , for the request, can i ask jeongin!dilf au pls :((

thank you sm baby. and lmao. I got you.

『 pairing — jeongin x reader

genre — smut, + a stressed, single father dilf!jeongin fucking his masseuse

word count — 1.687k ��

smut under the cut !

out of all the things jeongin could’ve done to take away his fatherly stress, a massage wasn’t one of them. no seriously. usually, an hour or two of hitting the punching bag or doing a couple of weight reps brought him to relaxation the way he needed. but with the mother of his twin daughters refusing to help out at all with them, he was stressed more than usual. and this kind of stressed caused him to be kind of desperate.

he was clicking around on his phone before he found the place. a massage therapy building that he somehow never noticed was that close to his house. on their website at least, they guaranteed that the service they give will bring him to the nirvana that he was looking for. he wasn’t going to second guess anything no— he needed this. he kisses his babies on their forehead before sending them off to his mother’s house for the night.

when he arrived at the building he gave the receptionist his name to which she exchanged confirmation of his paid visit. she nodded, sliding her swivel chair back and reaching into the room right beside her desk to give him a towel. “you can change it the room over there love”. he smiled and thanked her, more than glad to shed his clothing and hurry on with this. for some reason he felt kind of antsy, he could wait for his stress to become undone with all the knots in his muscles and back. but once he was finished you might as well couldve said you were unprepared for the appointment. you had your materials and the table ready yes, but you were nowhere near prepared to massage a gorgeous, five foot seven man with chiseled abs, a sharp jawline in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. he smiled sweetly when he entered, you tried your best to keep your attention off the chain that sat atop of his prominent collar bones and instead focus on the client at hand. but god, your stomach was churning.

“good evening are you yang jeongin?”. you spoke meekly, surprised that you could even get a word out with how ethereal he actually was. he nods. you used a hand to guide him to the massage table and he obliged, quite fond with the decor of the place. he appreciate the fact that it was dark and you allowed candles to scent and heat up the room. he also appreciate the soft red glow lights in the corners of the room, illuminating it in a rather sexy way. he pushed the unholy thoughts to the back of his mind and started getting comfortable, trying to remember that he came here for a massage and massage only. “do you have any music suggestions? I have a soft playlist if not”. the blonde haired man shook his head no while laying his head on his forearms, giving you a perfect view of the tricep muscles in his back. you gulped, positioning your oils on the tray right beside you. you rushed to press play on the music to keep your thoughts on your job.

you shifted the towel down a bit lower and started spilling the warm vanilla scented oil down the span of his back, which already drew him in. he loved the scent dearly. he also loved the way your warm hands applied pressure to the places he needed most. a serene feeling washes over him and he could feel himself relax almost immediately. you glide your hands up the length of his back and shoulders and knead the tension and knots away, you could’ve sworn you heard a soft groan from him in response. nevertheless you continued your ministrations, feeling for other knots that needed to be worked out. jeongin could safely say that he’s hardly ever felt this kind of relaxation before. maybe he should’ve came here sooner. he makes another small noise, one that was rather suggestive, one that had you internally crumbling above him.

“feels good?”. you hum, kneading out other small kinks with your thumbs. he hums and shakes his head yes, feeling quite blissful if he might say so himself. you giggle above him, “you know, the noises you’re making tells it all”. he speaks in choked breaths. “yeah it feels— good, damn— I wasn’t expecting this”. you roam your hands around his body covering it with oil, his tan skin glistens under the red lighting. “is this your first full body massage?”. he nods again. “my first massage ever. I don’t really do this. usually I work out but I’ve been stressed like hell. I need this”. he couldn’t see you and you know it, but you pout your lips anyway. “what’s got a gorgeous man like you so stressed?”. from above you could see his eyes closed, and a small dimple depressing into his cheek as he smiled, appreciating the compliment. “a lot actually. mainly the mother of my girls”. you squeeze another bit of oil into the palm of your hands and this time use them to work the muscles along his neck and arms. you were glad he was laying on his stomach, this mean he couldn’t see the surprised expression you were making.

“girls? you have kids?”. you ask awaiting an answer. to your surprise he nods his head. “yes two of them. they’re twins. lily and lana”. he groans again, making your heart pound that much harder. you distract yourself with conversation. “wow. twins?”. he nods. “you sound shocked”. “yeah I mean... you look like you’re way too young to be a dad. I guess I wasn’t expecting that”. you laugh a little. “I get that a lot”. your hands gradually moved to every part of his upper half, giving it the attention it craved. the fact that he was a dad surprised the hell out of you. he looked as though he was maybe 19, 20 maybe. either way it goes you already decided in your mind that he was an absolute dilf. you worked in silence for the time being, wallowing in the small sounds he made and trying to keep moisture from pooling between your legs in the process. now covered in oil and feeling hands move all around his body, jeongin didn’t know how much more of himself he could help. he was growing hard at the thought of your oily hands sliding up and down his cock. the massage was great. amazing even. but he needed something more. as you edged the towel down his waist he reached back and grabbed your wrist.

“before you continue, can you do me a favor?”. your mind spun at his question. “what is it?”. jeongin breathed. “you’re really good at your job and it’s working but I think I need something more— and I’ll pay you extra just to have if it you keep things confidential between us”. by now your heart was racing. you licked your lips, the room all of a sudden becoming much hotter. “what do you need?”.

“I need to fuck you”. you gulped at how straightforward he was. but the prompt wasn’t unwelcomed. you just didn’t know what to say. he sat up, feeling like maybe he went too far. “you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to I’m just really stressed and I need to take the edge off”. you chewed on the insides of your cheeks. “it’ll be confidential..right?”. he nods. “I won’t tell a soul”. truthfully you didn’t mind being used by him, only you didn’t know how to initiate things so you stood there awkwardly. “I don’t know what to do”. you spoke in a soft gentle voice, matching the vibe of the background music. he pulled you closer to him by the hem of your white masseuse coat, taking his fingers and unbuttoning the shirt you had underneath it. your voice vanished once his lips attached themselves to your nipples, suckling them obediently while groping the cheeks of your ass. you could only throw your head back and let air flow from your lips, the feeling of his soft lips on you was becoming indescribable. the more he sucked the more clothes he took off of you. your jacket was glided off your shoulders as well as your shirt and now he was working his hand around to the button of your pants. he refused to just shed your pants without feeling you first. so on that note his hand dipped into your panties and his fingers brush against your sopping wet lips. you gasp feeling them breach you, twisting and turning inside of you trying to feel the spot that made you make the most noise. they soon found what they were looking for eliciting unholy moans from your throat. “your moans are so fucking sexy”, he growled, becoming more animalistic in his ways, licking and biting your neck in lust.

his fingers moved at an excruciating pace in the ridges of your wet hole and you felt weaker at his touch. you were so clouded you hadn’t realize that he already snatched off your panties and you were fully nude, clinging against his oily body while he was finger fucking you into oblivion. the tent underneath the towel was evident, and he acted on it as soon as he felt his tip throbbing in need. he substitutes you on the table instead of himself, removing the towel around his waist and positioning you on your stomach. he pooled some oil in the palm of his hand and rubs it over your back and most importantly over the curve of your ass, watching your skin gleam before he tosses the now empty oil bottle on the floor. he uses his hand to feel your pussy lips from behind, sliding it in between your slit whilst pressing his wet lips against your ear. “just let me use you. I won’t be long”. he made his word his bond, using a veiny hand to grip the edge of the table for leverage and shoving his dick inside you just like that. you yelped, suddenly remembering that you had to keep your noises at a low volume. he sits up and grips the cheeks of your ass, watching the rolls in your backside become more prominent the more he fucked into you. “fuckk this is it”. he groaned now taking a slower pace just so he could hear your oily counterparts slap against each other. he threw his head back and licks his lips in daze, forgetting about his life’s troubles and focusing on the way your walls clenched around him so well. you bit the leather of the massage pillow trying to keep yourself from going insane.

he was riding your ass slow and steady, rocking his hips into your pussy and admiring how much he made you stutter over your words. his body was draped over yours and his hand wrapped around your neck, necklace sweeping along the nape, gifting you low groans and curse words into your ear every chance he got. the way the table creaked each time he thrusted was an ego booster. he smirks and tongue kisses your cheeks without a care in a world for what an oily mess you both were. “you’re going to make me fucking cum, you know that?” he exhaled in the darkest voice he could muster. your eyes drove to the back of your head as his dick drove deeper into you. his strokes were painfully slow but you enjoyed each and every one of them, the tip was hitting spots that you thought only your dildo at home could reach. fire stirred at the pit of your stomach. you could feel yourself gushing with each move of his waist and it was driving you up a wall.

“oh my god”. you whined weakly, making him throb harshly inside you. he took his time to softly kiss down the spine of your back and work his way back up again to the back of your neck. It felt quite nice actually, romantic if you will. he slides a free hand over to intertwine with yours, while his tongue licks the undersides of your neck before delicately kissing those places as well. his lips landed on yours unexpectedly and he kissed you so passionately and careful you could’ve mistaken him for being in love with you. he hastens his pace while his tongue roams your mouth almost as if it were searching for something. you didn’t know what to focus on more, his sloppy tongue kisses or your much needed orgasm that was a second away from rippling through your body. either way you weren’t prepared for them both. streams of white ran down your thighs and he felt it all and groaned much louder. when he felt himself get close he parted the cheeks of your ass just so he could see your pussy getting filled with his seed, unbeknownst to you that he had a thing for cream pies.

he didn’t even give you time to relapse from it, he takes your chin and lands another wet kiss on your lips with his body still hovering over your now exhausted one. “thank you so fucking much. I’ll be booking another appointment soon”.

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starter / open

               for the last ten minutes hanna had been backed up against the bar, uncomfortable smile, awkward laughs, and blue eyes flitting around the room looking for a reason to escape the presence of a (far too) regular customer from her day job. usually she wouldn’t be so intimidated but she wasn’t sure how they’d found her. spotting someone she knew she made quick apologies and literally ducked under an arm to make her escape. she smiled as she approached. “ hey, there you are! ” she called loudly, friendly tone to her voice, walking quickly. once close enough, she didn’t let the smile fade, facade was important, but in a low voice she spoke again. “ please just go with me here? pretend we were meeting up or something? that guy’s being a total fucking creep. ” she wouldn’t ever admit but she was pleading. one thing about being a vault cracker, she could hack and get revenge to her heart’s delight but face to face with someone all she could really do was run. “ i’ll buy your drinks, whatever, just seriously he won’t fuck off. ”