#posting this at an unholy hour but whatever

[shimmering-jewels]

do you like music???? are you able to listen to music pearls?

[galacticonejos]

Gutsman!!! DUN DUNNN!

I can't find the original uncensored anymore lol

[speedy-beans]

all of penacony will go wild

[bookwyrminspiration]

decided not to take 7 classes and stick with 6 (one of them's only 1 credit it's fine), but now I'm seriously considering a schedule that will have me on campus from *check's notes* 9:30am-7:45pm. that's 10 hours, not counting travel time

I would have 4 day weekends though. so. there is that

what if I took 7 classes in the spring. just throwing that out there

[shiny-jr]

Get you a guy with thighs bigger than yours.

- Warning: Gender-neutral reader. 

- Characters: König.

- Summary: Thick thighs do not save lives.

- Note: This came about because I was just talking crazy in the dms with a mutual. I originally wasn't going to ever let this see the light of day, but then I decided, why the hell not? If I get smacked with delayed embarrassment, I'll just delete. Yeah, I know this isn't what I usually write and post, but oh well. Anyways, after this, we will be back to our regular scheduled content shortly. Oh, and sorry for minor mistakes, I wrote this like at midnight.

. . .

You decided to put a movie on. Just for a distraction. After about an hour into the movie, the leather couch got a bit uncomfortable since it stuck to your skin. So you slunk down to the floor, bringing a pillow or two down with you to use in case extra comfort was needed. The movie was beginning to lose your attention, but you still watched the screen attentively as if you were still focused on the film's plot.

What ended up catching your attention, was the slight shifting couch. Well, slight probably wasn't the correct word, as the movement was anything but light. It was safe to assume the shifting was from a guy who was well over 200 Ibs and a few inches short of 7 ft, although you didn't know the exact numbers because you never wanted to ask König outright.

It was easier to hear the movement, as the large figure scoot a few inches over. Instead of sitting beside you like he was a few seconds earlier, he had not so discreetly moved to take your vacant spot and sit directly behind you. He tried to stay quiet, he really did, but it wasn't so easy for him given his size. At the very least, he treaded carefully, not bumping your back once with his legs or accidentally knocking the back of your skull with his kneecaps.

You didn't move, but your eyes slowly glanced downward, where you could see the tip of his boots. Custom made, as most department stores didn't carry anything in his size. Most articles of clothing he had were custom-made or bought in special stores, save for that odd black diy mask he often wore over his head like a hood to hide himself from the world. Too afraid to lean back and accidentally make contact and disturb this fragile peace, you remain still despite the slight ache in your lower back that make you want to lean back and stretch. But you don't. All you could do was try to revert your attention back to the movie and not think any unholy thoughts, that is, until you heard more movement.

To not bump his knees against you, Konig spread his legs a bit and leaned down. The edges of his homemade cloth mask brushed against your back as you stiffened up, and you could make out the shape of his head beside yours as he whispered, "Do you, uh, want some...?"

Yes. "What???"

"Popcorn? Do you want some popcorn...??"

Oh.

After deciding whether or not you'd accept his offer, silence ensued, only fueled by the movie playing on the television. You weren't gonna lie, you have no idea what the hell was going on in the story anymore. A solid minute passed when he spoke again, sounding just as unsure as the first time. He spoke, as if whatever thoughts he had on his mind earlier where left to simmer for long enough.

"Scheiße. Sorry, should I have not moved here...? You can still lean back if you want?"

"Oh, okay... I, um, I'll do that."

Your back was starting to ache a little from sitting up without support, so, feeling just as awkward as he was feeling, you leaned your back against the couch. Instantly, as soon as you did that, your peripheral vision was covered by his knees and part of his legs. The movie was pretty much pointless now, as you were currently wondering whether you should thank whatever gods existed or curse them for the fact that König did not have shorts on. Even without shorts and with specially fitted cargo pants, they could not conceal the insane bulk of his legs. Especially his thighs. Good lord. The two pillows you brought down before from the couch were essentially useless now because on each side of your head were his limbs that rivaled the best of My Pillow.

Think of something else, anything else, is what you tried to tell yourself.

That idea would go out the window as soon as you felt something in your hair. Carefully twisting a few strands, you felt some thick and calloused fingers gently try and feel the texture of your hair. But it lasted only for a brief second, as he immediately pulled his hands away and murmured a tiny bit louder from his whisper earlier, "Ah, sorry, I should've asked first. I should not have done that. I am sorry––"

"It's okay, I... don't mind." You shrugged it off, and much to your surprise and contentment, he continued.

The first few seconds had a bit more hesitancy, but as time ticked by, seconds turned to minutes, his boldness increased. It started with his large hands carefully feeling the texture of your hair, then it became slow brush strokes as his thick fingers ever-so-carefully untangled knots in your stands of hair. Until eventually it escalated, and he gathered the courage to do something so bold as to scratch your skull. He could easily take your entire face in one hand and crush your skull, but he didn't. There was no sign of any such roughness. Instead, his fingers and nails continued to comb through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp. At first when he did this, he paused, and waited for any objections or signals of a negative reaction, but after no such thing, he continued and seemed pleased.

It was after about five-minutes and heavy mental debating in your mind that you decided to suck it up and go for it. What's the worst that could happen? Honestly, you didn't even expect to make it this far.

So, after taking in a breath, you let your head fall to the side. It wasn't like those romantic scenes where you watch the character lean their head against a love interest's shoulder. Oh no, you were skipping that part, your ear landed right on his thigh. Which was probably due to the cushion you placed underneath you on the floor that elevated you a few extra inches, or else you might've missed. In that moment, right as the side of your head landed on its intended target, you felt him freeze. His fingers stopping, nails still on your scalp. A second passed, then two, then three, like time froze.

You were almost tempted to pry yourself off and apologize, but you really didn't want to. But you had to ask. "Is this alright...?"

"J-Ja... I mean, yes..."

Your eyes widened, and you were sure you had on some goofy kinda grin but at least you weren't facing him so he couldn't tell. Once you heard his response, your shoulders slumped, relieved of tension you didn't even know you were carrying.

Even with your head against his thigh that wasn't plush but was still definitely comfortable, you realize you were no better than a man as you resisted the urge to just reach out and squeeze his other thigh that had gotten closer without you even realizing it. You had to dig your nails into your knee to prevent yourself from acting on impulse.

It was definitely almost pure muscle from what you could tell with your head on one of them. Firm but somehow still soft. Thick thighs, in fact, do not save lives, because these thighs have ended who knows how many between them in finishing moves on the battlefield. Lucky bastards. Trying your luck agian, you place a shaky hand on his other thigh, but he didn't react. A good sign? Possibly?

Forget goth gfs and thick plush thighs, apparently giant anxious austrian soldiers with thighs as thick as tree trunks and strong enough to obliterate skulls like melons were the new fad.

Movie totally forgotten, your vision was entirely covered when König leaned down a bit from his spot on the couch and you tilted your head to look up and meet his gaze. The masked man stared at you, his blue eyes peering down at you through the two small slits cut into his mask for his eyes to see. His mask partially dangled, but not fully, so not revealing himself to you. When your gaze traveled away, abruptly his thighs got closer, squishing your cheeks and the sides of your face but not enough to hurt. Just a bit of pressure to get you to look up again.

Oh god.

There was literally no space between your face and his legs anymore, and your arms instinctively went to the outer side of his thighs to try and pry them apart a bit. You didn't try much, maybe because you enjoyed it or because you didn't exactly have strength strong enough to rival his, so all you could do was clutch the pockets of his cargo pants that were just above his knees, your nails digging in softly just to get a quick feel.

Once he saw he had your attention again after he applied a bit of pressure, he cocked his head to the side and continued to look down at you through half-lidded eyes darkened by the shadow of his hood. Then he spoke, but this time with no apprehension in his quiet tone.

"You do know I've ruined others that were in a similar position to what you are in right now?"

[dawnagustd]

hours || jjk

⇝ title: hours ⇝ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ⇝ genre: humor, i think? | neighbors to lovers | smut | implied unestablished relationship to established relationship ⇝ summary: You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 3k ⇝ warnings: alcohol consumption | strong language | they’re both kind of bratty but cute | mentions birth control | pussy eating | edging | fingering | unprotected sex | pull out method | cervix touching/bulging | jungkook has a lip piercing and a septum piercing | uhh he puts his nose in her coochie lol | light tit slapping | teasing | throat grabbing | dirty talk | hairstyling (wink, wink) | missionary | cum shots | squirting | slight dom!jk | nipple sucking | breath play | crying | ass worshiping | aftercare | bam makes an appearance | naked jk… yes this is a warning and you will see why | i brought up BTR, i need to apologize immediately for that | discussions about relationships | i think that’s all

⇝ author’s note: she’s here, bitches!!!! lol thank you @m1sss1mp​ and @monvante​ for putting posters of this man all over my blog. this fic is for the both of you. thank you so much for holding my hand through it all. thank you @baljinciaga​ for beta’ing and screaming in the comments because you gave me the confidence to post this lol. listen, i’m rusty with the smut y’all so i apologize if it’s a mess. anyway, i hope you enjoy. this has been beta’d but there’s still probably some errors since i changed some things after it was beta read.

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“So are you spending the night or…?”

Jungkook props himself on his elbow so he can see you. He uses his fingers to comb some hair away from his face, revealing his flushed cheeks and a horseshoe septum piercing. Ask yourself how many rounds you’ve gone, and you wouldn’t be able to give an accurate answer.

You came over at six, had a beer, did some karaoke, showed him some shit you learned in twerk class, and as some as the Netflix intro came through the tv speakers, your clothes were scattered all over his apartment and your ass was in the air while Jungkook fucked up your guts.

This is kind of a Wednesday night routine for you two. Has been for a few months. You’re just vibing and having fun with your hot neighbor, nothing serious yet. Right?

“As much as I’d like to stay—”

“Pussy.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Excuse me?”

He giggles until you reach for his hair and tug on his strands. You slide closer, trying to intimidate him but he keeps teasing.

“You’re pussy. You’re tapping out,” he repeats.

You scoff. “Boy, I’ve never tapped out a day in my life. Get the fuck out of here.”

Your thumb wipes the little smirk off of his face, but it returns seconds later.

“Your dick isn’t that good. Humble yourself,” you joke.

His cocky ass knows you’re dickmatized, but you still won’t admit it. 

“Whatever. You know I’ve been holding back.”

“And who told you to do that?”

“You,” he answers. “Oh, Jungkook! Please, I’ll come!”

You smack his ink-covered arm drawing a chuckle from his lips.

“You’re so full of shit, Jungkook. Okay, let’s fuck again, and don’t hold back this time,” you request.

Jungkook begins shaking his head, laughing at your persistence.

“Love, the only one getting that kind of dick is my girl so…”

“So what are you trying to say?” you ask.

He shrugs. “You tell me. You know I’ve been trying to see about that.”

An eye roll from you follows his statement. “Whatever, I’ve already let you know how it is.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say when you’re not stuffed with cock,” he gripes.

“Well, come here then. I’ll say it in your ear.”

You call him over using your finger, but he doesn’t move.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, love.”

You throw the covers off of both of you, kicking the comforter until your legs are free. Jungkook doesn’t move initially when you spread your legs. He stays in a sitting position, letting his hair fall in his face while he smiles menacingly. His Calvin Klein’s hug his thick thighs, creating creases in his flesh.

“Well, show. Teach me. Make me aware,” you tease, using your foot to caress his calf.

“Careful, baby.”

His throat growls those words, his voice dropping octaves so low your pussy clenches.

“Why? Tired, hm?”

“You know that’s not it,” he chuckles.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit your pussy gets wet just looking at him. Imagine being hot inside and out. That’s Jungkook. A gentleman, and the cutest weirdo immediately after. The sex is just the cherry on top.

You two just clicked, and the rest is history. Whether you need someone to act an absolute clown with or someone to fuck your brains out, Jungkook is that guy. You can’t keep your hands off of him, and he can never resist the chance to slide his dick in you.

“I don’t. So make me understand.”

“Ai yi yi,” he sighs. Then he looks at you and shakes his head. “...so much attitude.”

“Fix it for me.”

Jungkook nods then swiftly pounces on you. You start giggling, knowing you’ve struck a nerve.

“You’re pushing it, you know.”

“I don’t care,” you retort.

Jungkook smirks. “Oh, you will.”

He lowers his body, leveling his face with your pussy. You can feel small puffs of air leave his lips and come in contact with your center. 

Jungkook brings two of his fingers to your entrance and prods teasingly, getting you riled up almost instantly. You grip the sheets and lift your lower body off the bed to chase his digits, but he doesn’t push in.

“Still wet for me?” he asks. Jungkook spreads your folds to examine your arousal, looking at you when he discovers that you’re soaking. “Damn, you are.”

The sound of your slick as your opening widens makes your cheeks burn with shame. You turn away, but Jungkook doesn’t like that.

“Uh, uh. You wanna get fucked, you gotta watch,” he says.

Reluctantly, you give him your attention and you immediately regret looking away. His messy hair and puffy eyes give you butterflies as you wait for his next move. You almost forget about how close his face is to your cunt.

Jungkook’s fingers slowly slip into your pussy. You gasp while they sink deep into your crevice. He knows the exact route and the perfect arch in which he must curl them to make your body quiver with pleasure.

Hearing your arousal filling the room entices both of you and Jungkook becomes eager to pick up the pace. Your hips buck and move in a circular motion to match his movements, creating a familiar build-up of pressure within your core. The sheets below you start to dampen from the juices dripping down your center.

“You’re so hot,” he whispers before he kisses your clit. “And you taste so good.”

Jungkook makes out with your bundle of nerves while his fingers pump in and out of your opening. His hair covers his face, much to your disappointment, so you gather it all and keep it contained in a makeshift ponytail. 

Now that his face is visible, you can see the way his tongue swipes your pussy each time his lips part. You moan his name, swelling him with so much pride he can’t help but smile briefly. His fingers slide out of you but only so he can kiss lower and fuck you with his tongue.

The deeper he enters, the more pressure his nose places on your throbbing clit. His septum piercing tickles your center as he rubs his face in your pussy, creating a pleasant sensation that penetrates your core. 

Quickly, you lose control over everything. You can feel your stomach tightening, hear your moans getting louder, smell the desire growing stronger but you’re unable to grasp the one thing you so desperately want. It’s so close, but then, Jungkook snatches it away.

“Fuck, you asshole!”

Jungkook suddenly stops just as you’re reaching your peak. He withdraws and leaves you a whining mess while he laughs.

“Oh, now I’m an asshole?” His smirk never fades while he removes his underwear and tosses them on the floor. “I think I’m a gentleman.”

He looks over at the nightstand and sighs defeatedly.

“Fuck, man.”

“What?”

“Out of condoms,” he mumbles. “I’m sorry.”

You shrug. “It’s fine. I’m on the pill. We’re good.”

“Are you sure? I can just finish—”

“No, just pull out, dude. I wanna get fucked,” you insist.

“Well, yes ma’am. You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Jungkook hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you on his lap. He keeps one hand underneath your thigh while the other one grabs his dick. You prop yourself on your elbows and watch as he strokes his cock a few times, using your arousal for lubrication before he aligns with your center.

The tip probes your entrance until it’s nestled inside and he no longer needs to hold his shaft. He redirects his attention to your clit, and he massages your bud as he buries his cock inside of you.

“Shit!”

Your back arches and your fist punch the bed. Inch by inch he fills your pussy until he can’t fit any more of himself inside of you. The fullness you feel from his girth leaves you breathless and panting.

“Still so tight,” he whispers. “...feels so good.”

Jungkook hovers over you when you lie down again and kisses you, leaving the taste of your pussy on your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth and arousal coats your tastebuds. Your moans are muffled but are still clearly heard. His name escapes your lips repeatedly as you beg him to fuck you.

“Ready?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Another kiss graces your lips and then another for your chest. He moves to your breast and does the same to your nipples, but envelopes the right one between his lips and suckles it tenderly. Your arms wrap around him to bring him closer as he starts nibbling your sensitive bud with his teeth.

He starts to move, setting a pace that has your toes curling instantly. You bury your face in his dark strands and beg him to keep going.

“Jungkook, please don’t stop. It’s so good.”

“I’m not,” he promises, sending waves of vibrations through your areola. His mouth feels so warm and moist against your skin. Hair raises along your flesh caused by both the chill of the room and Jungkook’s gentle touch. It’s a contrast from the way he roughly thrusts inside of you, but it’s the kind of fire and ice that has your body yearning for more. 

As if he can read your body language, he changes his position. A lewd noise pierces your ears when his lips release your stiffened nipple. The cold air makes your skin tingle due to the sensitivity and the presence of his saliva. 

Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. His fingers comb his hair away from his face, revealing his flushed face, his pierced lip tucked between his teeth. The intimacy of the moment intensifies the pleasure growing inside of you, and your watery eyes begin to produce thick salty droplets.

“Feel good, baby?” Jungkook quizzes. “Does it really feel that good?”

“Yes, Jungkook. It…”

Your voice is so weak and raspy. You have difficulty speaking clearly, and articulating your sentences. Jungkook is very displeased.

“Speak up,” he requests. He slaps your tits, leaving you trembling and hanging on by a thread. Your pussy clenches around him, and he responds by squeezing your throat. “You feel that?”

You croak out a response. The best you can with your airways being constricted.

“Good,” he grunts. “That’s how my dick feels inside this tight fucking pussy.”

He loosens his grip and air finally refills your lungs, making you lightheaded. Your head starts spinning, your vision becomes blurry, and slowly the familiar feeling begins to form within your gut. Grabbing Jungkook’s arm, you try to warn him, but you are immediately dismissed.

“Nope. I’m not done.”

Jungkook opens your legs wider and his thrusts deepen. It’s like he’s trying to fit his entire dick inside of you, but each time he runs out of room. 

You can feel him entering your guts over and over. The blunt outline of his cock is faintly visible whenever it lodges itself in your womb. Your muscles clench tightly as you try your hardest to keep it together.

One thing’s for certain, he has been holding back. Now you’re addicted to this new side of him, and there’s no other way you want him to fuck you. It feels like no experience you’ve ever had; you can’t get enough, but your body can only take so much before you lose control.

“Ah, shit! You’re fucking tight.” Sweat drips from Jungkook’s forehead as he struggles to hang on. He’s drawing this out; savoring the moment just like you are, but both of you are nearing your peaks, and it’s only moments before you topple over the edge. “I want this forever.”

“You have it, though. I’m not going anywhere,” you promise. “I’m yours.”

“Oh, fuck.”

Jungkook’s movements stutter when he hears your voice speaking to him through your soft moans. Your words are like a match igniting a flame deep inside of him. He begins fucking you harder, like he’s on a mission to ruin you.

“Shit. Come on my dick, baby,” he moans, probably waking the neighbors. “Make a mess.”

At his command, your body gives in and chases the pleasure it’s been longing for. You scream his name like it’s the only word you know. Your soul leaves you lying on the bed and elevates to the ceiling, probably even further. You tremble and shake beneath him as the coil snaps inside of you, sending ripples of pleasure shooting through your veins.

Your arousal gushes out of you with enough force to push Jungkook’s dick out of you. He slaps your pussy repeatedly, milking you dry while he strokes his shaft. As you lay there, squirting out the last of your orgasm, you slowly return to your body, but you’re still basking in your post-sex daze.

“Flip over.”

Jungkook turns you on your stomach and straddles your thighs. He strokes his cock while he stares at your ass, still tender from all the spanking he did early. He slaps it with enough force to get a muffled moan out of you. Your head remains buried in the pillow because your body refuses to move an inch.

“Softest fucking ass on the planet,” he mumbles. “And all mine.”

You relax under his touch as his large hand begins to massage your flesh. You become more exhausted as the seconds tick by. Jungkook’s pants and moans fill your ears as he chases his high, and soon his breaths become shallower, indicating that he’s approaching his release.

“Fuck.”

Moments later warm droplets of his cum paint your ass while Jungkook cries your name. He plops on top of you, careful not to use all of his weight, and leaves kisses along your shoulder. When his breathing settles, he gets up and finds a shirt to clean your body. He covers you with the blanket when he’s done so you aren’t cold.

“Are you still with me?” he asks, and you giggle.

“I’m here.”

“Well, I wish you’d say something.”

When you turn your head in his direction, you find him standing there in all of his naked glory, his dick slowly deflating, but still standing at attention while he chugs down his leftover beer.

“Maybe you should drink some water,” you suggest.

He puts the mug down and raises a finger. “You’re absolutely right. I’ll be back.”

When Jungkook leaves, the door remains open and someone else enters the room moments later. You don’t even flinch when Bam jumps on the bed, claiming his spot at the end. You’re just glad he’s finally warmed up to you. At first, you think he was a little jealous, but you guess he realized that with you in the picture, he receives two times the love and attention.

Jungkook’s footsteps make their way down the hall and he’s shocked by the sight of his pup lying beside you when he enters the room. 

“I see you two have finally become friends,” he points out. He walks over to the bed and gives Bam some love while he whispers to him. “Don’t steal my girl, dude.”

You giggle and shake your head, as if Bam would ever leave his side. You’ve noticed that he has been more drawn to you lately, but you think it’s just him getting used to you being around. He knows you aren’t going to steal his dad from him, so now he’s more open to spending time with you.

“Did you bring me some water?”

Jungkook nods. “Of course.”

He gives you the water bottle and you sit up so you can drink some. Jungkook sits beside you and waits for you to finish. 

You know he’s about to ask you something, so you quickly gulp down your water to get it over and done with. 

On cue, he speaks.

“You still haven’t given me an answer.”

“Ah,” you sigh. “I don’t know, Jungkook.”

“That’s not an answer. I mean no is fine, but I just wanted some kind of idea about where this is going,” he states.

You’ve thought about it, and dating Jungkook isn’t a bad idea. You’re just nervous because this is going so well and you don’t want to mess it up. However, the advice your friend gave you a week ago still plays in your mind.

“If you really need more time, it’s fine but I feel like you’ve been holding back too. I want you in my life, Bam wants you to be his mom, and—”

“Jungkook,” you interrupt, fighting back a smile, but you fail. 

“What is it?”

You set your water on the nightstand and grab his hand. You absentmindedly trace his tattoos, while you talk to him.

“I’m nervous because I don’t want this ‘honeymoon’ phase to end,” you start. You can see his shoulders droop because he thinks this is bad news. However, it's not. “But every day we grow closer, so why should I let my mind prevent my heart from being happy?”

“You are so fucking trashed,” he blurts out. “Did I really fuck you that good?”

“Jungkook shut the fuck up. I was trying to be deep. Leave me alone.”

You try to turn away and go to bed but he pulls you on his lap.

“Hey, I’m kidding. That was cute,” he says. “I got it. You like me, and I like you. Let’s just continue to take it slow.”

“Thanks.”

“Mhm. But just so we’re clear, you’re my girlfriend now by default because we just… Well, you know.”

“I’ll be that,” you reply. “As long as you’re my… boy boy b-b-b-b-b-boyfriend.”

When Jungkook rolls his eyes, you erupt with laughter, knowing he doesn’t want to admit he likes BTR.

“Whatever, go to sleep.”

“In my bed, or yours?” you ask.

“Don’t start.”

You both snuggle together on the dry side of the bed while Bam snores peacefully at your feet. Jungkook hugs you from behind and the two of you slowly drift off to sleep.

“Goodnight,” you whisper.

But your boyfriend has already tapped out. Looks like you’re the real champ around here.

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[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1244

Warnings: cursing, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated M for mature, established relationship au

Summary: It's your birthday and Wooyoung's a little surprised at your wish, but not against it

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (wrap before tap guys🔫)

Wrote this in one day (yesterday) but didn't finish it time to post on my birthday lololol that's what i get for starting it 6 hours before the day ends

When you wake up, you’re hot. And if Wooyoung was up, he would claim “Hell yes you are”, and wink. But he isn’t awake, just tucked into your neck with his arms wrapped around your waist as he snores lightly away. You chuckle at the sweet display, lifting your free arm to comb softly through his hair. It’s your birthday, and Wooyoung has taken the day off to be with you, a sweet gesture you appreciate.

He claimed yesterday that he would wake up early and make you breakfast, but his plans have not gone to fruition. Not that you minded at all. He had to stay at work late to make up for his absence today, and you didn’t really expect him to be able to wake up before you did. With a light kiss to the top of his head, you shimmy your way out of his grip, making sure to smooth down your shirt before making your way to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you.

As you start mixing batter for pancakes, arms wrap around your waist and a head reclaims its previous spot in the crook of your neck. “Why’d you go?” you hear Wooyoung mumble, half-asleep, and you chuckle.

“Gotta eat, babe. We can go back to bed after breakfast.” Wooyoung groans as he presses his face further into you. “If you help me out, I’ll give you a kiss.”

He tilts his head to look up at you with one narrowed eye. “It’s your birthday, you shouldn’t be bribing me to help you out. Move over, I’ll finish the pancakes.”

Considerably more awake than he was a few seconds ago, he pushes you away from the bowl with his hip and takes the whisk from you at the same time. With a sigh, you relinquish your control and go sit down at the counter. There’s no fighting him, but you’re not about to complain, not when you get a look at his toned back peeking out of his yellow sleep shirt and the soft curve of his ass.

The unholy thoughts don’t leave your mind as you eat the fluffy pancakes Wooyoung prepares for the two of you, not when your eyes flick to his delicious neck every so often. “Hey babe,” you hum as he bends to put your plates into the dishwasher. “What are the plans for today?”

Wooyoung shrugs, leaning over the counter on his elbows. “Whatever you wanna do, of course. It’s your special day, birthday girl.”

A smile tugs at your lips as you reach out and intertwine his fingers with yours. “I can think of one thing I want to do.” Wooyoung’s eyebrows raise as he waits. “I want to suck you off.”

Wooyoung chokes at your shameless admission—usually, it’s him who’s always making innuendos. “But it’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be the one ravishing–” he starts to argue but you snort.

“Yeah, and to celebrate me turning a year older I want to choke on your cock. Is there a problem?” Your smile widens at the look of both surprise and arousal on Wooyoung’s face. “Come on, you can’t say no to that, especially not today. Plus, who said I can’t enjoy having you weigh on my tongue?”

“Well, I won’t say no to that,” Wooyoung chuckles, straightening up. “Bedroom?”

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Wooyoung sits against the headboard, you lying on your stomach between his legs as your hands press at his growing bulge. “Fuck,” you sigh. “What have you done to me, Wooyoung? Every day I wake up and all I want to do is suck your soul out through your dick.”

Wooyoung’s ears burn red as he bites his lip. As much as he dishes it out, he’s always embarrassed when you take the reins, but it’s something you find endearing about him. You tap his hip, and he moves so you can tug his boxers down, revealing his half-hard cock. Without hesitation, you lean forward and press a kiss to the velvety head, revelling in the way it twitches and leaks precum.

Wooyoung lets out a groan as your tongue pokes out to press gently into the hole and your hands move to grip the base of it. “(Y/N), you’re so good,” Wooyoung praises, his hands gripping the sheets already. You chuckle at how done he already seems to be.

Without warning, you relax your throat and let your head sink down onto his thick cock. As you told him earlier, the heavy weight on your tongue is one of your favourite feelings and you can feel your underwear getting wetter every second. 

Wooyoung’s hips are shaking with the effort to keep them still, and you chuckle, letting the vibrations of it add to the sensations around Wooyoung’s dick. You push your head down even deeper as your hands twist around the base of his cock. The veins press against your tongue and you can’t help but press your hips into the bed to try and relieve some pressure.

Your throat constricts and Wooyoung can’t help but let his hips buck up into your throat, ripping a moan out of both of you. You pop off his dick, the precum and saliva squelching as you look at him through your lashes. “Don’t hold back, just fuck my throat. Let me taste you,” you whisper before letting your mouth sink back down.

“Fuck,” Wooyoung whines, his first words since you started and his hands grip your hair, thrusting shallowly into your mouth. Once you relax your mouth enough, the movement becomes more practised and stronger and you moan around him.

He doesn’t last too long, his hips jerking until ropes of cum shoot into your mouth. You don’t move an inch, happily swallowing every last drop and swirling your tongue around the tip. As he lays back panting, you crawl your way up to him, leaving down to press a kiss to his lips before letting yourself settle to lay next to him.

You’re almost ready to just let the day continue with relaxing, but Wooyoung has other ideas, rolling over to cage you between his arms. “Done already? You didn’t even come, birthday girl.”

His hand slides down your torso until it reaches your clothed cunt, sliding past it to push his long fingers into your dripping folds. You throw your head back, eyes closing as he presses into the spongy part making your thighs clench. Wooyoung chuckles at the look on your face, shoving down your own shorts and grinding his half-hard cock against your folds.

Without warning, he slowly presses in and your legs hook around his waist and pull him even closer. “More,” you pant, “Please, Young-ah, please please please.”

Wooyoung tucks his face in your hair, peppering kisses on top of it as his hips piston even faster into you. “Look at you, birthday girl. So needy for me. But I live to serve, and you’re my life.” His head dips down to suck on your neck, gently scraping the sensitive skin with his teeth and you come undone, clenching hard onto his cock.

“Fuck,”  you both say in almost unison before Wooyoung pumps a second load of come into you, his hips stuttering as he kisses you deeply.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he smiles down at you, and you lean up to kiss him once more.

“Thank you for a wonderful morning, Young-ah. I can’t wait for another year with you.”

[ramblingoak]

The Sexy Cardigan

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 6 - Blushing

Copia x Aether

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Copia teaches history at the high school and Aether is a firefighter. ~

Warnings: Copia being awkward and cute, flirty texts idk, nsfw 18+ mdni, 600 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers!)

Aether:  What are you wearing?

Copia’s brain whited out when he read the text and he quickly slapped his phone screen down onto his desk.  He winced when the sharp noise made a few of his students look up from their tests but after he gave them an awkward smile they went back to work.  Unholy hell, what was Aether doing?  His phone vibrated again and Copia took a deep breath before turning it back over.

Aether:  Is it sexy?

He couldn’t help but look down at himself, seeing his usual button up and cardigan.  His pants had felt a little tight this morning but he blamed that on Swiss continuing to show up with pies from his new boyfriend.  Copia nibbled on his bottom lip before slowly typing out his reply.

Copia:  Are cardigans sexy?

The response was immediate and Copia could feel his cheeks heating up violently.

Aether:  On you?  Hell yes.

He bit down on his lip to prevent a delirious laugh from escaping.  Oh this was not an appropriate conversation to have right now.  Copia looked up at the clock on the wall, disappointed to see that there was still an hour left before lunch.  Maybe playing along just a bit longer wouldn’t hurt?  He slouched down in his chair while he responded.

“Mr. Emeritus?”

“Shit!”  Copia fumbled with his phone, cursing again under his breath when it fell to the floor.  With a sigh he looked up to see one of his students standing on the other side of his desk.  “Sì?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

He nodded and waved the student away, managing an awkward thumbs up when they gave him a funny look.  Copia looked down at his phone before bending over to pick it up.  This was ridiculous, he was terrible at flirting in person so continuing this on the phone would just be even more embarrassing.  Determined to delete the text he had typed out he was horrified to see that while fumbling with his phone he had accidentally sent it.

Copia:  What about off?  

“Merda.”  Was there a way to delete sent texts?  Copia stayed frozen in place, trying to decide if it was worth googling.  An alert from Terzo popped up but he ignored it.  He did not have time for whatever the fuck Terzo was up to.  “Uh, class?”

Obediently all their heads popped up from their work.  Copia began to make mental notes of who had been on their phones but decided today would be a good day to let that go.  He started to ask if anyone knew an answer to his problem but his phone vibrated again and the message had his heart speeding up dangerously.

Aether:  Even better.     

“I have to go to the bathroom!”  He jumped up from his desk, banging his knees in the process.  His chair shot out from behind him, hitting the wall and making one of his bulletin boards fall to the floor.  Lucifer, what was wrong with him?  Limping, he made his way over to the door, flinging it open and turning back to his class with as stern a look as he could manage.  “No phones!”

He barely avoided breaking out into a run, rushing into the teacher’s lounge and then into the private bathroom inside.  The students would be ok on their own for a bit.  Probably.  Long enough for him to get the nerve to suggest to Aether they continue this conversation that night at his house.  In person and hopefully naked.

Terzo would be so proud of him. 

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Writeblr Intro!!

Figured I should do an introduction for my little crevice of the internet! 

I go by HoneyBe, or just Honey, or just Be, or really any other name you feel like! I mostly use she/her, they/them pronouns, but feel free to use whatever. I’m in my 20s and on the AroAce spectrum. I’ve been writing on and off since middle school and I’m hoping to get better at improving my skills, because 12 year old me didn’t care about that but 20 year old me does. I’m hoping to find (or build) a little community to support and help each other with all the writing things. Mostly though, this is just me gaslighting and guilt tripping myself into thinking that by not writing and posting, I will disappoint a nonexistent audience on the internet and not just myself, because apparently that’s the only way my brain will cooperate with me. 

Couple other little tidbits about me:

Big fan of the found family trope. Literally will make me squeal at a highly obnoxious volume.

LOVE extensive world building. I want to know every detail of a magic system and how a planet operates. I will listen to you rant about lore for hours, just please let me do the same every once in a while. I am begging, please, I want to tell you all the things.

I’m a little funky photographer trying to start her own little funky photography business, mostly to give myself more time to travel and write and also to get out of my full-time retail job (it’s pure hell and I hate it with an unholy, unmatchable heat of a thousand suns).

I love flowers. They’re just so pretty and as a little honeybee myself, it’s part of my job.

If you mention dragons, you will summon me. I have an obsession with the magical creatures and it knows no bounds.

My Main WIP, or I guess world, is what got me into writing in the first place, and I’ve been messing with it for years. You’d think that would mean I have it decently fleshed out, right? Nope. Unfortunately, The Plot keeps escaping my basement and causing a train wreck. If anyone has better restraint suggestions, let me know. My neighbors are starting to get concerned.

Anywho! The whole world is called The Seven Realms, or as my docs are titled, 7R. I know, so original. She wants to grow up and be a series with little series siblings, all connected in one Big Family. Seriously, I have OCs all over this world’s history and very vague vibes, aka, The Plot, to go along with them. Here are my two main ones.

Eclipse of War Chronicles (EoWC)

Colliding Stars (supposedly book 1)

The Realms are in chaos. A war started nearly a hundred years ago, still raging today, has wrecked both sides. The original intent of the war has long left everyone’s mind; it’s now a fight over territory and unification. The Realms border on complete and totally collapse from the strain of this ongoing blood bath and neither side refuses to admit defeat.

Project Viall, created during the hight of the war, was set on creating superior fighters. After many failed attempts, two successful subjects were created from the genetic experiments.Trained side by side to be flawless and merciless loyal weapons of death, they end up on opposite sides of this vicious war. Both intent on destroying the other, while their partner and closest friend hides behind the mask. Bonds are tested. Secrets revealed. Loyalties made and destroyed as two partners threaten to destroy the entirety of the Realms in their hunt for blood.

Legend of the Ancients (LotA)

The Fallen Dragons (supposedly book 1 of another series)

A brutal war has left the dragons all but extinct. To preserve the species, the remaining dragons have gone into hiding, leaving behind a subspecies borne through the war to fend for themselves: the Tanimoriem. Generations later, no one has seen or heard of a dragon, leaving the Tanimoriem as their only remains to once was. Knowing little of their history and being hunted simply for being kin to dragons, the Tanimoriem learned how to fight viciously and keep to themselves, earning a reputation as vile, unfeeling demons.

Accepting a bounty mission, Ryuk, a seasoned Tanimoriem, gets more than he bargained for. He had been told this was another monster that needed killing. A dangerous beast. Instead he’s met with a child who finds his horns and wings fascinating. Ryuk is forced to look after the child until he can figure out what secretive plot is brewing, because it might just involved the Tanimoriem.

Of course, my goblin brain has given me plenty more snippets and random characters in different times in this world that I have yet to do much with. The world of the Seven Realms has consumed me for years and I have been shown no mercy. I’m planning to do a proper intro post to each WIP and their characters at some point… *puts twenty reminders in phone to write intro posts*

Also!! I will take all asks, tags, and DMs you can throw at me. Literally. Ask me about anything. Books, WIPs, OCs, hell, even ask about my least favorite color or my favorite bread. I do not care. I will answer. I want to be friends will all of you!! I don’t sting! I promise!!

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I started this draft a long time ago based on a joke text post that goes around tumblr fandom spaces, but i can't find a link anymore. my mutuals love the greens as the secretly soft couple and i think the post fits the vibe perfectly, so here’s my spoof 😭😭

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The kitchen clock read around 9 p.m., but their apartment was midnight silent. Butch sat in front of the tv, playing his video game. He kept the volume on low and muted his mic. As much as he wanted to cuss out his team, Buttercup was already asleep.

Townsville had been keeping Buttercup and her sisters busy for the last week. She was up early and in bed late, with no break in sight. He thought it was bullshit that she couldn't, at least, eat an actual dinner, but he was saving that argument for later when the dark circles under her eyes had receded slightly, and he didn't feel like such a shithead for not being able to do more to protect her.

Tonight, she had come home to him battered, bruised, and bone-tired. He had picked up her favorite take-out, and they had settled on the couch to watch a movie. They had made it about twenty minutes into the horrible B-rated horror flick when Buttercup's soft, tired snores reached his ears.

He had been only slightly disappointed. While this had been their first night together in a long time, he had been happy to see her sleeping, so he had scooped her up and placed her in bed with a kiss on the forehead.

That had been two hours ago.

He paused his game when Buttercup floated back into the living room. She wore their comforter like a cape and rubbed at her bleary eyes with a frown.

"Hey, babe," He smiled, opening his arms wide for her.

Buttercup didn't need further invitations. She plopped down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Youse warm," She spoke into his chest.

"Bad or good warm?"

"Good."

He laughed, "Are you cold?"

"Mm."

"Come’ere then." He shuffled her around into a more comfortable position so he could still play his game with her wrapped around him. "Comfortable?"

"Mhm." She nodded, her head resting on his shoulder. "Couldn't sleep without you."

"Well, sleep now, I ain't goin' anywhere."

"Don't wanna," she said through a yawn, nuzzling into his chest. "Miss you."

Butch's heart skipped a beat as if they were still teenagers and he was still hiding his miserable crush on her.

He didn't say anything back. He didn't have the words, but he held her close to him, rubbing small circles into her back and peppering kisses to the crown of her head. Her breath pleasantly tickled his neck as she fell back asleep.

He enjoyed her dead weight and marveled, not for the first time, over the fact that this was his life now—safe with Buttercup. He could act like himself, here, with her, not as some demonic entity's tool.

And it was all thanks to her.

And he was such an idiot for fighting it for so long.

His heart skipped another beat, and he held her even closer.

"You deserve an award, putting up with me." He whispered, thinking she was asleep.

"You’re m’award." She whispered back.

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(BONUS)

The main overhead light in their bedroom flicked on as the door banged open.

"Bubbles!" Boomer jumped onto the bed. "Bubbles! I made a lil' midnight snackieee. Do you want some?"

Bubbles' eyes snapped open with the fury of a thousand suns. Boomer stood above her, obnoxiously chewing whatever unholy midnight concoction he had slaved over. The kitchen was likely a mess.

"It’s two in the morning," She squeaked, squinting against the overhead light, "and you're getting crumbs all over me!"

"Yeah! I was craving something crunchy!" Boomer beamed, but his mouth was full of food, so his stupid explanation was garbled and only pissed her off further.

She wiped spittle crumbs off her face and flopped over on her side. "No, I'm tired. Go back to playing your video games."

"Ugh!" Boomer groaned, flopping down on the bed, "It got boringgg when Butch logged off. Let's do something else!"

"Sleep."

"That's boring too," Boomer pouted, tugging her shoulder until she faced him again. "Hey, by the way, why didn’t you say I love you when you went to bed? I was like hey babe, goodnight! Love you! And you were like, night, like what’s with that, huh? You love me, right?"

Guilt pierced her heart for a second, but then she remembered it was two in the morning. "I love you," she said.

Boomer regarded her momentarily, then addressed her dryly, "Well, it doesn’t sound sincere now!"

"Boomer." She seethed. "What time is it?"

He squinted at the alarm clock, "About two!"

"And how long have I been asleep?"

"Four hours and thirteen minutes!"

"I need more than four hours and thirteen minutes! We've been over this. I'm so tired."

Boomer frowned, putting his snack to the side. "I'm doing it again, aren't I? I'm sorry. It's just that I can't sleep, and I miss you, Bubs, that's all."

This time, the guilt stayed. She knew about his nightmares, after all.

Bubbles sat up to cup his face with her hand. She kissed his cheek and said, "Oh, Boomer, it's okay, silly. I'm sorry. It's just been a long week. I'll make a midnight snack with you tomorrow."

Another bright smile broke out across his face, and he wrapped her up in a big hug before laying her back on the bed.

"Bubbie," He announced, "you deserve an award for putting up with me!"

"I really do." Bubbles smiled serenely, pulling the covers up over her head, "You’re a real dumbass sometimes. Now, go away."

[softshrimpy]

How To Woo A Hot Principal

Chapter 5: Step 5: Wine and Dine

Summary: Working at the weathervane was exactly what you needed. The routine, the people, your co-workers. It certainly helped that a certain tall, blonde, fucking gorgeous woman happened to frequent the cafe. Now some may call hopelessly flirting with your customers inappropriate behavior.

But truly, when it came to Larissa Weems, who could blame you?

Buckle up besties things are gettin hotter. Also thicc thanks to the bestie @misssmephisto and all the gay ideas she has shared with me. This fic would succ without her🦐✨

Tags: @variant-2402 @the-bagel24 @eveymay @kimiinou @muffintopxs

(pls let me know if I missed you I'm a forgetful shrimp)

Chapter 4

Cross Posted on AO3 here

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“She’s taking you on a date?!”

“It’s not a date James,” you sigh, cleaning the table tops.

“You’re going out for dinner in Burlington and you don’t think it’s a date?”

“You’re the one who said she’s out of my league!”

“That was before she invited you to dinner! Plus, she is still out of your league, but maybe you have some charm hidden under there.”

Externally? You were calm, cool as a cucumber, as the kids say. Internally? You’d been panicking since she’d asked you yesterday morning and could barely think any other words than “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

She had asked you so casually. You had brought her her morning coffee, you’d been telling her about one of the locals that had caused a scene in the cafe when she sprung the question on you.

“What would you say to dinner tomorrow night?”

“What?” You had eloquently uttered.

“You said I should take time off. So what would you say to dinner tomorrow night?” She asked, taking off her glasses and fidgeting with them.

“I- where uh where would we go?”

“I know a rather nice place in Burlington. If you’d rather not I completely understand-“

“I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

She had finally looked up at you at that. She seemed shocked at first but then her shock dissolved and she flashed you the brightest smile you had ever seen. You swore at that moment you would do whatever it took to make her smile like that all the time.

So now you were standing in your room, staring intently into your closet trying to find something to wear. You have no idea what kind of restaurant it is nor what Larissa is wearing. You do know however that you have an hour to get your shit together. You eventually settle on one of your fancier outfits. You put on some makeup and end up arriving at Nevermore 5 minutes early.

You exit your car and end up halfway to the entrance when it opens. You stop dead in your tracks and fight to keep your jaw off the ground when you see Larissa.

Oh my god, she was wearing pants. PANTS.

You were almost certainly dead and had somehow made it into the good place. Larissa Weems was standing there wearing the most flattering pants you’d ever seen on a woman. She had paired it with a cute turtle neck that she had rolled up the sleeves of and seeing her bare forearms was giving you unholy thoughts.

God, you were gay. You were gayer than gay. The gayest around. Fuck this woman was making it hard not to kiss her senseless.

“Hello darling.” She all but fucking purrs, looking you over.

“Uh, I- uhm you. Hi.”

“Are you ready to go?”

You nod dumbly, following her as she leads you to the car. You do shamelessly stare at her ass as you follow her and find yourself blushing and thanking her when she opens your door for you.

When you arrive at the restaurant Larissa, ever the gentlewoman, gets out and opens your door for you. And then, as if you weren’t already swooning, she leads you inside with a hand on the small of your back. You genuinely think you’ve died and ended up in heaven.

“You look absolutely ravishing tonight darling.” She murmurs, pulling out your chair for you.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you joke, “but really you look so- you just- You look amazing.”

“Thank you darling,” she murmurs, blushing as she sits down.

You look around, taking in the fanciness of the place. The whole place screams way out of your budget. Larissa must notice you starting to get nervous because she reaches across the small table and grabs your hand, sending you a bright smile.

“Order whatever you like sweetheart. It’s on me.” She comments, looking over the menu.

“I- you don’t have to-“

“I know. I want to. So don’t worry about it.”

“I-I don’t even know what to order. I’ve never been to a place as fancy as this before.” You murmur, looking over the menu.

“The steak here is pretty good. And they have a wine that goes really well with it.”

“Oh yeah? So you bring many baristas out here then?” You smirk, dropping the menu.

“Oh yes. I wine and dine every pretty young lady I come across.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

You’re interrupted by the waiter coming to take your orders. Larissa orders for both of you, and the waiter leaves. She then clears her throat and turns her attention back to you.

“So where did you come from? Before you moved to Jericho I mean.” She asked.

“Well, I actually grew up in a small town similar to Jericho. And you know, being a small-town kid all I wanted was to live in the city with all the different kinds of people and that stuff. So I went, and I- it didn’t work out. Rent was fucking expensive and I ended up working two jobs to cover it which just made me depressed and anxious. And it didn’t help that I was already not the healthiest adult out there what with my bouts of weakness and fainting episodes. So after a couple of months and basically a mental breakdown I decided to move here. I would’ve gone back home but I…I just didn’t want to go back to the same people I had grown up with and their disappointment and judgement.”

Larissa gapes at you and you realize you’ve just… let that all out. You start to apologize when she grabs your hand again.

“I’m so sorry you went through that,” She murmurs, “but I’m glad you’re here and I- I do hope Jericho is better for you, I- you deserve to be happy.”

“Well, how could I not be happy when I got to meet a literal goddess among mortals.” You flirt, attempting to lighten the mood.

She blushes at that humming and looks away. The rest of dinner is less exciting but just as wonderful. Larissa tells you about some shenanigans the students have been up to and a little bit more about her time at Nevermore as a student. You talk for hours, she questions your choice in steak (you have it as rare as possible and she finds it interesting.)

You could talk to her forever. And you’re sure you would have, had the restaurant not had a closing time of 10. The two of you apologize to the waiter for staying so long and make your way back to the school.

You arrive back at Nevermore a little while later. You both get out of the car and stop outside Nevermore’s entrance.

“Thank you for inviting me Larissa I-I really enjoyed tonight.” You smile.

“Thank you for accompanying me, I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so much fun.”

“It was my pleasure.”

The two of you stand there for a moment before you both speak.

“I really don’t with tonight to-“

“I was wondering if you’d like to-“

You both flush and you gesture for Larissa to speak first.

“I was wondering if you’d like to come in for a drink?” She asks.

“Yes!” You reply, a little too enthusiastically, so you try again. “Ahem. I mean. Yeah, that sounds neat.”

She chuckles at your antics and leads you inside. As you’re following her to presumably her quarters you can’t help but think that all of this really does seem like a date. The dinner? Rather romantic if you’re honest with yourself. And now? Going back to her rooms to have a drink? That’s definitely slightly fruity.

You realize, upon arriving at her office, that Larissa’s rooms are attached to her office. Which is both handy and baffling considering you’ve been in her office almost every day for the last few weeks and somehow missed the door leading to them. She asks you to take a seat on her comfy couch while she fetches the wine and the glasses.

You sit, suddenly having the thought that if this is a date then you’re woefully unprepared for the Larissa Weems to be romantically interested in you. However, you argue, this could just be her wanting company and you are a pretty good friend. So there’s no need to jump to crazy conclusions like the sexiest woman on earth being interested in you.

“Darling? Are you alright?” Larissa asks, suddenly in front of you with two glasses in hand.

“Huh? I mean yes? Sorry, I just zoned out a bit there.” You blush.

“I do often wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of yours.” She hums.

Christ is she flirting with you??

“It’s not really that interesting truly, a lot of memes or silly songs on repeat more often than not.”

She laughs at that and the two of you settle back into comfortable conversation. About an hour goes by before you finally muster up the confidence to ask the question that’s been on your mind since you arrived.

“Larissa…”

“Yes, dear?” She hums.

She’s sitting next to you on the couch, her heels off and feet tucked beneath her. She’s leaning against the back of the sofa, one hand propped under her head and the other holding her only half-empty glass. She looks so…domestic. It makes your heart flutter in your chest.

“I was just wondering. And I mean I may be really wrong and if I am we can just forget I even opened my big mouth. Maybe I shouldn’t even be asking this. I really don’t want to ruin things between us because you’re like the best person ever but-“

She moves her hand to your thigh, sitting up a bit straighter (and subsequently closer to you somehow). Your eyes dart to her hand as it squeezes your thigh and now your throat is dryer than the Sahara but your underwear will definitely be the opposite.

“What is it you want to ask darling?” She purrs, again ruining your underwear further.

“I uh. This dinner thing. Was it…was this a date?” You finally manage, bracing yourself for the worst.

For a solid moment Larissa just stares at you, her eyes wide. You’re certain it’s the longest moment of your life, and in it you contemplate throwing yourself out the nearest window. You’re about to start back tracking and apologize when she laughs.

And truly, you love her laugh, but right now you can’t help but think she’s laughing at the idea of her being interested in you in that way. You don’t blame her but it makes your heart clench and you look away, doing your best not to burst into tears.

“It was stupid. I’ll just go-“

“Darling-“ she smiles.

“It’s okay! It was silly of me to think someone like you would even like someone like me like that, I know. I’ll just go and we can forget-“

“Darling.” She stops you, still smiling but much more serious. “I’m not laughing because I think it’s silly.”

You hum at that, still not meeting her eyes. She grabs your chin then, forcing you to look at her.

“I was laughing,” she starts, leaning closer to you and whispering, “because I thought I had been rather obvious.”

“Obvious?” You whisper back, still confused.

“I have been flirting with you for quite some time now sweetheart.” She hums.

“Oh.”

Oh.

OH.

“So you- you’ve been…with me? You like me?”

“Very much so.”

“Wow.”

You sit there, taking it all in, taking her in. You then, much to your utter horror, let out the most girlish giggle you have ever giggled. You want to be mortified but she beams at you, her teeth showing and all thoughts exit your head.

She cups your cheek, her thumb brushing over your lip. You part your lips as you do your darndest to breathe. You glance down at her lips, watching as her tongue pokes out to lick them. When you look back at her eyes they’re darker than you’ve ever seen them, her pupils blown.

“I’d very much like to kiss you now, if that’s alright.” She whispers.

“Please.” You whisper back, desperate.

She closes the gap, her soft lips brushing against your own. It’s short and sweet and gentle and everything you’ve ever dreamed of. And then she’s pulling you into her lap and she’s kissing you again except this time it’s needy and desperate and very hot.

Your head is empty aside from the sensation of her lips against hers and the feeling of her body beneath your hands. She runs her hand down your back, palming at your ass and you barely suppress a moan at the feeling. Somehow you manage one coherent thought as you sit there, straddling her lap and kissing her.

Larissa Weems will be the death of you.

[junkiepunkie]

Post-Prank realization -Remus Lupin oneshot

[remus wakes up in the hospital wing post-full moon, brutally hurt and still bleeding, no one is there. Madame Pomfrey is busy with a patient loaded with dragon pox so he excuses himself, saying he needs to go to the loo, and hobbles back up to the gryffindor common room, on the way Snape and him collide]

"oi! Watch where you're..." Remus cut himself off, seeing the petrified, yet slightly sympathetic look thrown by Snape, who looked seven shades too green to be feeling fine "...going... You know what never mind"

Snape gulped heavily, his eyes looked almost glassy upon seeing Remus and his hand was clutching something so agressively in his hand that Remus could see the tension radiate throughout his whole body.

"Snivil- Severus, what is that?" He asked tentatively, in that moment the hatred for Snape faded to increadible concern. He looked like he'd seen a ghost- or well, an unplanned ghost.

The words had no sooner left Remus' mouth than Snape had lunged forward, grabbing Remus' forearm and harshly yanking up his sleeve.

"hey! What the fuck-" an unholy scream wracked Remus' entire body, cutting his complaint short. In that moment Remus turned the same green as Snape. He knew that burn well, dispite the rarity of feeling it, the few times he had had left their scars, just as incurable as those made by his own claws. 

Silver.

Shit.

Now, Remus was smart enough to know that this could only be bad, Snape could tell the whole school, his clueless friends, Snape could probably get Remus expelled.

"I'm not going to tell anyone" He hissed, quiet as a doormouse but with the power of an army.

For the first time in his life, Remus truely felt he understood why Lilly called Snape a great wizard, he had a drive behind his eyes, hidden in all aspects of life apart from his fits of rage. In this moment -though it sickened him to say it- Remus knew Snape could very much kill him. "I'll say nothing because it wasn't your fault, it was theirs, and, though I hate your guts and your friends, I have a slither of respect for you. But don't believe that I'll deny it if anyone asks, and do not test me, because that layer of respect is thin and extremely fragile. Now run along and for the love of god get new friends. See you later, Moony."

Ouch. Both from the silver and Snapes mouth, Ouch.

Remus turned away the second Snape lifted the silver to reveal a burning red knife shaped mark on his arm that Remus knew would not fade for a long time. He all but ran into the fat lady's portrait, spitting out the password as He fled inside. He went straight for the staircase, hoping to make a beeline for his bed and tell the marauders everything, maybe he could even have a cry with Sirius later on, anything to distract him from thoughts of Snape's speech and whatever he meant by 'it wasn't your fault, it was theirs'. Unfortunately for Remus -and his plans for a quiet night in- no sooner was he up the stairs to his dorm than Sirius was dashing past, sobbing his grey eyes out as if someone had died. Shit what if someone's died. Remus groaned at the thought. Today was not the day. Despite Remus' urge to ignore all commotion and just try and sleep off the sting of silver, this was Sirius and he needed to make sure he was ok. Immediately. Remus turned on his heel and went to follow after his friend/sexual tension partner/much needed emotional crutch, but James had his arm out, blocking Remus from descending any further as Sirius dashed from the common room, quicker than Remus had ever seen him.

"James move! I want to check that he's ok!" Remus exclaimed, anger slowly bubbling due to a mix of his increadibly rough full moon and the Snape commotion.

James continued to hold Remus back, both boys thankful that the common room was abandoned at this early sunday hour. 

"listen mate, we- erm- well, you'd better sit down" James stated. A few steps down Peter nodded sadly, too afraid to speak lest the words come out wrong.

Remus laughed coldly

"you're telling me! I just saw Snape and look what the cock did!" he rolled up his sleeve as he finally caved and let James lead him up the stairs. He was cluttering at almost indecipherable speeds "you know what that means right? Snape knows! James, Snape knows what I am and-"

"i know Remus... Remus if you'd just listen-"

"and then he had the fucking nerve to somehow blame you guys! Like what the fuck even was that?! Fucking batshit am I right?!?"

"REMUS!" James exclaimed, quickly catching himself and swallowing thickly as though it would help him develop some very called for empathy and patience. "Moony... Mate... It is our fault, or, well.."

"its Sirius" Pete butted in. Turning vivid pink as he realized what he'd done. Turning on his heel he exited the room.

Remus breathed shakily and sat on the edge of his bed, the forgotten aches caused by the injuries he suffered the night before hitting him like a ton of bricks. The entire right row of broken ribs and his fucked up calf were now gruelingly aparent. 

"what did Pete mean? How could Sirius be responsible for me being a werewolf?! That’s just dumb” he laughed nervously.

James closed his eyes and took in a deep breathed, before talking. Remus did the same but It seemed to do nothing.

"Remus, you know that none of us were there last night don't you?" he started "well, thats a lie, Pete was -and he tried his best- but a rat and a werewolf.. It didn't make much difference. After two hours he knew It was better to just leave"

Remus wanted to interrupt, say that he was fine with no one coming because It wasn't their responsibility to look after him and, if thats why Sirius is upset then he should know that it’s fine. He wanted to say all that and more, but he didn't, he just sat and listened.

"well, we were coming, we really were, only Sirius told us there was something he had to do first and, well, he'd had an argument with Snape earlier that day and something didn't feel right, so I decided i'd wait for Sirius before I followed Pete into the whomping willow." Remus nodded along, although he really wasn't sure where this could possibly be going.

"he turned up an hour after the full moon came up, I- well I had to listen to you screaming the whole time while I couldn't do anything about It like i usually would, so i was pissed off when he showed up, more so when i realised he'd brought Snape. And way way more so when i saw him show Snape the knot on the tree..."

If Remus could rank pain, silver would be an 8.5, transformation would have to be a 9. But this.. This implication, the silence in which Remus realised what had happened last night, the moment in which his whole would came crumbling down around him and everything made such painful sense. Well, this was a clear ten. 

Dispite this, James continued.

"So I jumped in, just as Snape was about to follow Sirius, I screamed that he had to leave when Sirius turned back and started telling Snape It was all fine, that It was just you studying in there. I- well, I tried to think on my feet, so I petrified Snape and I- I punched Sirius in the face, kicked him too, started proper fucking him up. He started crying and I was going to leave him and join you, but Pete came out and me and him had to carry Snivelous back in. But Remus before I petrified Snape we all heard you howl and- well…"

Remus bit his gum hard and forced himself to adopt an eerily calm demeanor . He sat and breathed and waited for James to say something, anything, but he didn't. Dispite himself Remus closed his eyes and asked the only question that mattered to him, the one question he wanted to ask. Unfortunately, It would be the one that hurt him the most.

"is he alright?" the question was caring and quiet, but the tone was scathing.

"what?" James asked, stunned.

"Sirius. Was he ok?" 

James faltered, pausing for a long time before answering, when he did his voice was soft. As If he was talking about someone dead. To Remus he might aswell have been.

"eh, I knocked him out, broke his nose. When he woke up this morning It look him a while to even remember what happened. When he did he freaked right out, you saw him, he's-"

"James humour me and just tell me he's alright" Remus snapped, the calm had gone now and in its place was rage.

James did that singular breathy chuckle one does when shocked and frustrated before speaking.

"alright, moony, physically he is fine"

Remus nodded meekly and collapsed back so that he was strewn across his bed. James followed his lead, laying himself directly beside Remus on the bed. In a moment of solidarity the two boys elbowed eachother, both offering the other a weak unhappy smile. Remus had said It once and he'll say It as many times as he could: James Potter is a fantastic friend.

As soon as the moment of content came, It was gone, both boys letting out defeated sighs as they turned to look at eachother, no funny buisness, just words and two pairs of honest eyes.

"I'm going to hate him forever now, you know?" Remus stated. It was true, he could never see things going back to how they were ever again. Sirius had gone and fucked It up, all of It.

James smiled again, a small, sad smile, but there was an undetectable trace of some genuine happieness.

"maybe you’ll hate him, but you'll forgive him eventually Moony." he said, as though it were plain as day.

Remus raised his brows in unfriendly challenge.

"I will not. He's fucking ruined it all James. This is- I mean, it's unforgivable!"

James nodded "oh yeah no, it's the worst thing he's ever done. It was dangerous and inconsiderate and down right psycho and he deserves no mercy, but let me ask you this Remus. Tell me why I think him 'ruining it all' means more to you than if I were to do the exact same thing he did?"

Remus sat bolt upright, the crushing pain in his chest strinking him as insignificant at that moment in time.

"what’s that meant to mean?" he asked defensively

James smirked as he too sat up. The smirk he gave was still tinged with unhappieness, but now there was a slight playfullness behind it.

"it means Moony, that I don't think that your friendship with me and Pete makes you feel the same as-"

"of course it makes me feel the same! Why wouldn't it, we're all good mates -great mates- we're family! I feel equally about all of you! So don't be- don't be so fucking daft Prongs! What was that even supposed to mean?!? Haha" Remus was panicking, badly. His hands were sweaty and his heart was all but palpatating. He could feel the green colour from earlier making a comeback.

James' face returned to its previous state of severity but his eyes stayed kind, welcoming. They were an ocean of comfort against his deadly serious features. He seemed to manage to make his face both intimidating and strict while also staying reliable and homely. He never once looked away from Remus as he took his hand in his, giving it a much needed reassuring squeeze.

"it means that I see the way you look at him when he can't see you. And I hear how to hum his favourite song when he's not around. I notice when you wait for him to agree to things before you make up your mind, and i've seen how he can calm you down when you're about to change on a full moon and you cry" He said each word gently, never letting go of Remus' hand, even when Remus began to tear up in fear that he'd be rejected

"He's your Lilly" he continued "and Moony -Remus- that is absolutely fine by me."

Wow. Hearing those words, not feeling any loss of contact dispite what James now knew, it triggered a full on breakdown. Remus collapsed into James' arms like a bundle of rags, his head resting on James' shoulder as his body wracked up and down violently. James didn't hesitate to hug Remus tight into his chest, patting his back as he cried and humming gently in an attempt to calm him down. Remus recognised the song "love reign o'er me" by the who, one of Sirius' favourites. It should have made his blood boil, but It didn't, not at all, no it just made the poor boy tired, so much so that he calmed down almost instantainiously. James sighed happily as Remus' sobs faded to cries, the whimpers before dying completely, leaving him just breathing shakily.

"this doesn't change anything James" Remus spoke up after a while longer being cradled by his friend, for once in his life feeling a sense of platonic understanding. "I'm still dead set on hating Sirius"

James smiled "thats fine Moony"

"and you know we're not dating" Remus yawned, his eyes fluttering closed, blinks becoming slower and slower.

"still fine Remus" 

"and the fact I like him, and that I'm gay doesn't mean i'll put this all behind me" Remus eyes shut fully now, his words turning to soft mumbles "anyway, he doesn't like me and now I don't like him. So we're even..."

"still fine Remus," James looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms and moved to gently lay the boy down so he could sleeping properly. "but just so you know sleepyhead, i've also seen how he looks at you when you can't see him"

Remus didn't hear that last sentence, and if he did he probably wouldn't have believed it, but James knew that it was a fact that made all the difference, whether Remus knew it or not. Remus may be stubborn, but Sirius was more so, he would try to make this better until Remus cracked and let him.

That night, Sirius limped back in to the dorm, eyes red and puffy, one stained purple and black from the night before. The first thing asked was how Remus was doing. James had only just begun to explain how Remus was first defeated and then angry, and how his chest seemed dented from his rough night, when Sirius snapped and said:

"James humour me and just tell me he's alright!"

James could have laughed. Yeah, he thought, everything was going to be just fine.

[holybibly]

Hi! I’m sort of a new bunny so I was wondering if there was any specific nicknames you’d like us to call you, apart from the ones on the recent post.

Also is there specific days for sending requests? Just checking.

Can wait to read whatever spicy posts you write next!

Hello my cute little bunny. Welcome to our little depraved house. I hope you feel loved here, my darling.

First of all, I don't have a special nickname for you to call me. You can choose whatever you feel comfortable with. You can call me by my name - my name is Valerie (as a reminder for anyone who somehow missed it) or you can choose your own special nickname for me. All my bunnies have their own way with me and will choose what is most desirable and comfortable for them.

Secondly, requests are always open. I give answers to the Unholy Hours whenever I want.

Answers to the Sugar Weekend will only be given on Fridays until Monday mornings.

Let me remind you that Sugar Weekend is a softer and more comfortable mud.

The Unholy Hours have already hit the bottom of hell with their depravity and lust.

You can always send me requests for any of these segments.

I think I'll end up creating a master list for Unholy Hours and Sugar Weekend, as all my answers turn into mini-fanficks. Sorry bunnies, I absolutely cannot write anything short.

Every time I sit down to write, my brain literally says: "Let's write a whole novel."

I also don't have a release schedule for my main full-length works. It all depends on my work (I'm my own sugar daddy, unfortunately) and my inspiration.

In the near future I will be updating the master list to include upcoming work.

I love you bunnies.

[reigningqueenofwords]

Dresses

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Dean x Allie (OC) Word count: 2,748 Warnings: Cheating, unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy Request: @jessicalynnann Love your writing. You are one of my favorites!

Okay so Dean is married and owns a successful mechanic shop… well he hires a new secretary who is plus size and he finds her attractive… and well things happen.. I have it invisioned with him picking her up and wiping off a work bench. Loosely based on the song unholy by Sam smith. :) if not that is totally fine

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Part 1 of Unholy

Having to hire a new secretary wasn’t his idea of ‘fun’, but it was something that had to be done. That led him to being in his shop after hours for interviews. Thankfully, he was on his last one of the night. It was 7pm, and he just wanted to get home to his family. He knew he would be missing his youngest’s bedtime. “Hi, Mr. Winchester? I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m here for an interview.” You greeted him as you walked into the shop. 

Dean looked up and had to focus on not licking his lips at the sight of you. You were in a dark pencil skirt, a dark blue blouse, and black heels. Over your shoulder was the strap of your purse. Your hair was left loose over your shoulders. “Call me Dean.” He smiled, holding out his hand. 

“Nice to meet you, Dean.” You smiled as you shook it. 

Once you were sitting down, he got comfortable. “Do you have any experience as a secretary?” He asked. 

Nodding, you reached into your purse and pulled out a resume. “I was a secretary for a law firm for 4 years.” You explained. 

“May I ask why you left?” His eyes looked over the paper in his hand. It wasn’t long, but he could see that was because you kept jobs for years. 

“My mother. She got sick.” You started, making him look up at you. “So, I packed up and moved back here. You posted your ad the next day and I couldn’t pass up the chance to apply.” You tucked some hair behind your ear. 

He chewed on his lip a moment. He was happily married, but he could hire someone attractive to be his secretary anyway, right? He could look, but not touch. “Well, you are the most qualified applicant.” 

You smiled at that, hopeful. “Really?” 

He chuckled, nodding. “Well, you and a 60 year old named Dot.” He said playfully. “Although, I think you’d be less likely to scold me.” He joked, making you laugh. “But, here’s the tie breaker.” He rested his elbows on his knees, clearly still joking. “Can you bake a mean chocolate chip cookie?” 

“Does the refrigerated dough count? Because right now, that’s about it.” You shrugged. “I can do breads, but sweet bakes? Totally bea- get the better of me.” You blushed lightly as you nearly said ‘beat my ass’. That would not have been a good look! 

“Can you come in tomorrow? My old secretary still has a few days. So she can train you and get you used to everything around here. And we can get you introduced to the other guys.” He felt this was promising. 

You beamed. “I can!” You agreed, thankful you didn’t remain jobless for too long. 

After the pair of you talked over details, he gave you the official job offer on paper. The pay was extremely fair, and you signed instantly. Once you’d filled everything out, he walked you to the front door. “You don’t have to dress so formal, by the way. Whatever you’re comfortable in. Especially in the summer. I do my best to keep the AC in top notch condition, but when that door is opening up a lot sometimes it gets warm in the lobby.” He explained. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Thankfully it was spring, so you had time before it got too warm. “I will see you tomorrow morning.” 

The next morning, you got there at 7, as he’d asked you to come early. Mostly to work with Charlie. This way Charlie could focus on teaching you everything before customers started showing up at 8. You walked in wearing a pair of jeans, a button up short sleeved shirts, and your hair in a high pony tail. “I hope you like coffee.” You smiled at Charlie, holding out a coffee for her. 

“Oh, I love you.” She chuckled, taking it. “I’m Charlie, it’s nice to meet you.” 

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, too.” You smiled. “Where should I put my purse?” You asked. 

“Follow me.” She motioned for you to walk with her. Sipping her coffee, she let out a content sigh. “So good. When Dean called me last night to tell me to come in early I was hoping he’d be replacing me with someone chill.” 

“Well, I like to think I am.” You chuckled, being led through a door that said ‘staff only’. “Can I ask why you’re leaving?” 

She shut the door behind you. “There was a job opening with the people that run my favorite LARPing event. I applied for the hell of it and actually got it.” She explained. “I couldn’t turn it down. Thankfully I’ve been friends with Dean since we were kids and he understood. He was a bit grumpy that I’m leaving, but I think that was also due to the fact that Layla, his one year old, was teething.” 

“How many kids does he have?” You wondered out loud. 

“Three.” She chuckled. “Layla is one, Xander is five, and David is 8.” She went on. “But, you can leave your stuff in here. No one will touch it.” She promised. “On Fridays Dean tends to order lunch, so you won’t have to bring anything.” 

“Oh, that’s nice of him.” Not many bosses ordered lunches except for a ‘bonus’. 

Charlie nodded. “Well, I think it’s partially because he’s a good guy, partially because he’s close with everyone he works with. We’ve known Benny since we were kids, Garth we met in high school, he met Cas when I was off in college. I think they met at a bar.” She shrugged. “Sometimes his dad comes in to work. Usually because he’s retired and I think he gets bored. He’s a big softie.” At least to her he was. 

“Sounds like everyone is basically family here.” It was a comforting thought in one aspect, and a terrifying one in another. What if you just didn’t fit in? 

“We are, you will be, too.” 

Charlie trained you for three days, and day three was more you doing everything and her being backup. However, your forth day there? She wasn’t there. There had been a going away dinner after the shop closed on the third day. It was clear that she would be missed. No pressure on your part or anything. 

Walking in the morning of your 4th day, you had coffee and bagels for everyone. “Morning!” You greeted them when you reached the break room. “I brought breakfast. I know you’re going to be missing Charlie, so…” You said shyly. 

Dean smiled at that. “Well, thank you, sweetheart.” He said happily, watching you set the bag of bagels down. 

“Those do smell great.” Cas admitted, eagerly reaching into the bag. “Oh, with cream cheese. Even better.” 

Soon, everyone had their bagel and cream cheese. “Nervous for your first day alone, cher?” Benny asked. 

“A little.” You admitted. “Charlie was an excellent teacher, and even with my past experience it’s hard not to be.” You sipped your coffee. 

“You’ll do great.” Dean assured you before heading out of the room. 

It didn’t take you long to get used to everything, including their personalities. What had taken you aback was Dean’s flirting. Not that you actually had a problem with it. Two weeks after your first day alone, the forecast said it would be mid-80s. That had you coming into work with a cute sundress. You braided your hair over your shoulder to keep it off your neck, as well. “Business is already great sweetheart, you don’t have to get all dolled up to get guys in here.” Dean winked at you as he passed you. 

Blushing, you smiled and shook your head. You honestly assumed that he was just a flirty guy. The only other woman you’d seen him with was Charlie, and you assumed that he didn’t flirt with her because she was like a sister to him. 

That evening, Dean leaned against the counter as you finished up. The guys had already left, closing up the actual shop. You just liked to get things set for the next morning. “Hungry, sweetheart?” He asked. 

“A bit. I planned to stop and get something on the way home.” You shrugged. 

“I’ll order us something. You like subs?” He stood up, pulling out his phone. 

“Can I at least get us drinks? I can run to the store down the road.” You offered. You didn’t want to not get something if he was treating you to dinner. 

“Sure thing.” 

After you’d told him your order, and he told you what beer he liked, you grabbed your purse to run to the store. 

Your subs sat, half eaten on the table as you both laughed at a story he was telling you about when him and Sam were kids. He was on his third beer, and you were on your second can of Mike’s Hard Lemonade. Licking his lips, he watched you. “Wanna see the car I’m working on restoring? It’s in the back of the shop that’s usually blocked off.” 

Nodding, you downed the last of your drink. “I’d love to. I know nothing about cars, though.” You chuckled. 

Dean finished his beer and led you to where his car was. “This is Baby.” He patted her hood. 

“She’s beautiful.” You mused. 

“She is.” His eyes were on you as he spoke. 

Moving to lean against one of the workbenches, you watched him. “How long have you been working on her?” You asked, curious. 

“For years. Some days I’ll stay here for a few hours after we close to work on her, but some weeks I just don’t get the chance.” He wasn’t about to say that some nights his wife just wanted him home. That would kill the mood that was surrounding you both. 

“Am I keeping you from her?” You asked softly. 

He made his way to you, putting a hand on each side of you. “Not at all.” His voice was low, enjoying the proximity of the two of you. “You look really nice today, sweetheart. You should wear dresses more often.” He suggested, slowly closing the small bit of distance between your bodies. 

Blushing, you put your hands on his hips. “I think I can do that.” You found yourself agreeing. 

Next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. You kissed him back, moving one of your hands to right below his jaw. He kissed over your jaw, rocking his hips against you. As he did that, he used one of his arms to push everything from the workbench. Hearing you breath his name went straight to his cock. “Shit, sweetheart.” He groaned, lifting you so you were sitting on the bench. His hands found their way under your dress, just wanting to feel your skin. “Lift up for a second.” He breathed against your neck, gripping the sides of your underwear. 

You did as you asked, your heart hammering in your chest as he pulled them down. One of his hands tangled in your hair as he kissed you deeply, the other found it’s way between your legs. As much as he wanted to take his time and tease you, he just couldn’t right then. Another time he’d spend hours exploring your body. 

Dean felt your fingers work on his belt, as he’d removed his mechanics overalls before the subs arrived. As soon as his jeans were undone, you pushed down his jeans unjust enough to free him. He pulled you a bit to the edge, kissing you as he lined himself up and slid in to you. “Fuck, Dean!” You let your head fall back, moving one of your feet so it was on the edge of the table. 

“God, you feel amazing.” He groaned. Pushing your dress up a bit, he watched himself disappear inside you. 

Your hand gripped his bicep, the other moved to rub your clit while he thrust into you. “Right there!” You gasped as he shifted his angle slightly. 

“Cum for me, baby.” He could tell you were close. 

His thrusts started to falter, sending you over the edge. Knowing he was close did it for you. “Dean!” You snapped your eyes shut, moaning as you felt him fill you moments later. “Wow.” You smiled at him. 

He leaned forward and kissed you softly. There was something about you that drove him crazy in the best way. “Let me get a washcloth to clean you up, sweetheart.”

Biting your lip, you nodded. 

During the day, you kept things professional. You never hinted that some nights, Dean would have his way with you in that back room. He’d treat you to dinner, sometimes he’d bring his laptop for the pair of you to watch a movie, and then he’d give you mind blowing sex. It didn’t occur to you to ask why he didn’t take you on an actual date after nearly a month of this, either. 

It had been two months since you’d started sleeping with Dean when Benny surprised you one day around lunch. He’d just finished up with a car, and the lobby was empty. “So, cher, I was wonderin’ if maybe I could treat you to dinner after work.” He smiled. “I can go home, clean up, and then pick you up?” He really hoped you agreed. 

You blushed, not knowing Dean was nearby, either. “You’re sweet, but I have plans tonight.” You told him. “Rain check?” You asked sweetly. 

Benny grinned. “Sure thing, suga’. Just let me know when.” 

Truth was, you really needed to talk to Dean that night. You really needed to know what the two of you were doing. Looking up, you smiled seeing a woman walk in. “Hi, can I help you?” 

“You must be Y/N.” The woman smiled. “I’m Allie. Dean’s wife.” She introduced herself. “I’m here to get him for lunch.” She had her hand on a small bump. 

Thankfully, you were able to keep yourself composed. “I’ll get him.” You told her, getting up. Moving to the back, you found him- pretending he didn’t hear Benny ask you out. “Allie is here.” You told him. 

Dean’s head shot up at that. He saw the look on your face and knew he was fucked. “Sweetheart…” 

“No. Go. I’ll talk to you after work.” Turning on your heel, you went back to the counter. “He’ll be right out.” You told her, schooling your features. “How far along are you?” 

Her face lit up. “Six months! I’m so excited.” 

“Hi, baby.” Dean came out, drying off his hands from washing them. “Ready to go?” 

She nodded. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. We’ll have to have you for dinner sometime.” She gave you a wave as he put his hand on her lower back, walking her out. 

That night after they closed down, Dean had knots in his stomach. He found you in the breakroom. “Swee-” 

“Don’t you dare call me that.” You snapped at him. Looking up at him, he saw the unshed tears. “I planned to talk to you tonight either way, but finding out you’re married changes things completely.” You felt like an idiot. None of the guys had ever mentioned her! They talked about the kids all the time, though. Did they know that Dean and you were sleeping together? And they were hiding things for him? 

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. 

“You’re fucking sorry?” You glared at him. “I’m an idiot! I was some side piece you got to fuck while you’re pregnant wife was at home with your other kids.” You stood up. “Did you just casually forget you’re married?” 

Dean swallowed. “I’m drawn to you. There’s just something about you that makes me want to be with you.” 

Rolling your eyes, you got up. “You can’t have it both ways. You can’t have the happy little family life, and then someone to fuck on the side. And by the way? I quit.” You spat. 

“Come on, please don’t. The guys love you.” He really didn’t want to lose you. “We’ll stop sleeping together, but I can’t stop seeing you every day. You brighten all our days.” 

“Well, unless you’re a deadbeat you will be seeing me.” You watched the gears turn in his head as he figured out what you were saying. Seeing it click, you watched him all but fall into the closest chair.

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230314 Jikook Moments in Jungkook's Lives

He did 3, we were hanging out for HOURS. It was a white day date with JK and ARMY. I adore him. I'm not going to really talk about it much or go into crazy details over everything he did. Lol I'm just going to dump all the jikook moments we got from all 3 Lives into this one post. 😂 Enjoy. Or don't. That's up to you!

We just vibed to music with him the whole time too. He said it was his liked Playlist. Which accounts for the variety of songs included. Lol 2 of those songs included jikook memories (for us and for JK!) There for You by Troye Sivan played and JK immediately mentioned how it was the song "from my trip with Jiminie hyung" GCF Toyko and their Toyko trip together will never be let go. Jikook won't let us!

And he played/sang along with Christmas Day, which was jikooks Christmas duet cover from 2014!

JKs excitement over seeing Jimin in the comments for this live too and getting so excited to explain that this was pt 2 and that he changed for it too lol

To which Jimin reassured him that whatever he did/wants to do is good 🥺🥰 and that Jimin had just woken up (that long distance time zone difference hitting jikook too!)

JK shared how Jimin told him again in their group chat convos about how he shouldn't do drinking lives (lol I'm sure the group all teases each other about how their live streams go all the time in that GC.) And JK teases Jimin about censoring Unholy during his last live too 😂🤣

Which made Jimin laugh and reply in the comments that JK can of course do whatever he wants to do 😍

It had been a minute since Jimin commented again so JK asked if Jimin was still there (to which Jimin said "I haven't left yet") and JK then said "come here!" If he hasn't. Meaning left his live stream. Lol the constant demand for Jimins attention whenever he is in these live stream comments is peak adorable. Which this compilation absolutely shows off. Lol Jimin did eventually say that he had to go with a "jakae hyung is going. don’t drink too much (concerned tone)" comment (trans cr to @/explainkm)

And he ended his 3rd live with hyping up Jimins teaser video that was dropping soon for Set Me Free Pt 2. And @/explainkm extra clarified that he didn't just say "amazing" here but rather used a pretty strong word that means "so amazing/shocking/unbelievably good"

Just... the support was beautiful and I'm sure touching for Jimin too. 🥰😍 I love JK! And I love Jikook and the cuteness we get with their every interaction!

And ending with a bonus observation that lowkey doesn't really have anything to do with the live, but I found super funny 😏😂

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The undateables three if they had audio accounts.

OBEY ME Mephisto, 13, and Raphael x reader

18+

Minors dni

Cw: mentions of assault

Link to the demon bros

Link to the Side characters

Raphael

I feel like His he has a very unexpressive voice, but somehow he still gets so many followers; he can't act for shit; however, his voice is so soothing to listen to people just naturally fall asleep to it.

I can see him reading popular books; he is a very soft and fluid reader that just either puts you right into the story or right to sleep. Hearing him read to you like this is always so comforting.

Has a very specific upload schedule that he himself is not really aware of but his followers pick up on it quite well.

Only starts doing boyfriend audio role plays because he gets asked to do it so many times, now that he has folded ones people think he's going to fold again when they ask for NSFW content... he just barely gives the people what they want before cock blocking them.... he does it so much that it's becoming a running gag between his followers. You can pry that whimpering voice from his cold dead hands.

His audio rps are cute and sweet don't muddy it up with your Unholy sinning filth( he's only joking of course, but that still doesn't mean you'll get an audio of him moaning) Raphael mostly does audio where he feels in as your protector role, whether it's your night in shining armor or bodyguard.

Preferred pet names for listener

But the thing is about Raphael's audios; this man is so good at the build-up and sexual tension that people are just drowning in it, begging for him to give them at least a crumb. And he's just like, "No~."He has one of those good mics too, ones that he can switch from ear to ear, and you can hear him from either side of you; he is excellent at whispering sweet nothings into your ear or, if he's feeling a little devious that day, tease you by running his tongue and nibbling against it his hot breath making you shiver.

Angel,

baby/babe,

pumpkin.

Thirteen

Random and slightly unhinged, she probably made it when she was fucked up drunk on Demonus one night and just kept it around for when she's horny and wants to fuck around and find out. Until she starts putting way too much effort into her silly little hobby to stop now.

Her content goes from, "your goth girlfriend takes you out on a cute date at night" to ASMR beating you unconscious to help you sleep then beating you again when you wake up. At this point her followers can pretty much tell when she is memeing in her audio or not. Even in her more serious ones, she tries to be at least a little funny.

She posts everyday at an ungodly hour, followers are confused and a little concerned like hello, do you sleep, ma'am?!

Would you believe her if she says most of her audios are Improv? 13 is the queen of Improv.

Most of her audio is her domming; she prefers her dear listener squirming underneath her helplessly as she does whatever she pleases to you. Imagining how your body would feel grinding against hers is getting her so wet

13 hardly ever does any Scripts unless it's something she really likes, she has a hard lady boner for Horror/ slasher nsfw scripts. Especially if it's dead by daylight, good Lord, humans make slap'n horror games...

Most of her serious audios are horror based so a lot of her kinks are darker in nature. She tries to make it clear in her descriptions so she doesn't hear people complain about it. Sometimes albeit very rarely, she will post cute girlfriend audios; she's just here to have a good time.

Preferred pet names for listener

Bee/bby ( yes said in that exact way)

Cutie

Sweetie

Sweetling

Mephisto

If you ever see him on the horny audio site no you didn't. Goes all out for each audio, has a good Mic is perfectly edited and has a significant sound effects. He doesn't post too often, but enough to keep his dear followers fed.

When he's feeling a script, you know it's going to be good he's very expressive voice will make every character pop, with phenomenal acting with a silver tongue to make you swoon! So he does fill scripts that other people write. His go-to is his own; he has his own little characters with their own little personalities and stories.

Sometimes if his dear sweet listener is crave a certain character enough, he'll make a series about them, maybe even name them.

His preferred nsfw audios are ones where power play is involved whether it's him or listener. A good example is his fan favorite Sugar Daddy x listener series, an audio series about him spoiling his sweet listener with money and his attention~. Though he has never done darker Kinks, he has thought about doing them...

He does make softer romantic audios where his character is open up and has sickening Sweet Moments that are sure to make your heart melt. Or maybe even heart-wrenching angst. Very rarely he will post an audio where it is nothing but him roughly taking the listener growling and mumbling broken sentences of "take it" or "Mine... Your mine!"

If you want a script to truly Captivate him give him a script with not only a good character to follow but an interesting world and story you'll have him going back to your page for refills.

Preferred pet names for listener

Darling

Beloved

My sweet betrothed.

Little Dove/ Dove