#slutty class outfit be damned

[bi-leth-eisner]

i benched Panette last playthrough because she missed a 98% and i got SO ANGRY but now that she and my wife Merrin are on the team on my f!Alear file they are not leaving

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 “he a eater, he ate it for lunch” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — munch!jk, lots of pussy eating, rimming, cum-eating(?), brief fucking, unprotected sex, jk’s obsession with pussy eating, little to no dirty talk, reader being her cute bimbo self, talks about sex (jk’s made fun of), man’s a ass eater too btw

Jungkook didn’t care that people were staring at him for having a handful of your ass sitting in his hand. He used his hold to gently guide you around the store, steering you away from places you tended to wander off to. He didn’t want you leaving his side, especially since you were in those pretty pink velvet shorts.

You looked adorably slutty today.. With your little white hairclaw, a matching pink sweater with a white tank top that made your tits pop out beautifully and those damned shorts that hugged your ass tightly. To top it all off you were drinking your little pink drink because Jungkook couldn’t say no when you asked for Starbucks before the store.

So here you were, happily sipping on your drink and walking about the store with him. He held the basket with ease in his other hand as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and stuff that had happened prior. Jungkook only hummed in response with the occasional “Yeah baby?” while he picked out stuff he needed for his apartment.

“I got a perfect score on my essay today, the teacher even says that I would make a heck of a lawyer with my arguments!” You giggle, bouncing in excitement as you twirl to face him with puppy eyes, “But I wouldn’t wear those ugly colors they all wear, I would make my suit a different color like baby pink..maybe even pastel purple.”

Jungkook quirks a brow at this, “A lawyer? Are you gonna help me out in case I ever get into trouble?” He teases. You shake your head no with a ‘mm-mm’. “Oh? Why not baby?”

“Because if you’re my client I won’t be able to give you a good luck kiss for the trial..” You pout.

Jungkook laughs, “You’re so fucking cute.” He ruffles your hair and then pats your bum, “Alright, to the seasoning aisle, we’re going to make some spicy ass chicken curry tonight.” He nods his head in the direction of the exit, “And you can’t back out this time y/n, you promised you’d eat with me.”

You pout at him, “But-but, it’s too hot for me! It makes my tongue burn and my tummy upset.” You try reasoning with him but he isn’t having it either. He asks you to get something he needs from the lower shelf and without thinking much of it you bend over to get it.

Jungkook’s mouth gapes open, not only is your beautiful ass on show for him, but the shorts dip low to expose the hem of your thong. Not just any… the fucking g-string he got you with those gold letters on the back. “JK” stares back at him almost tauntingly, shimmering in the light as the two letters dangle from the pretty chain on your g-string.

“You’re wearing them?” He says in shock, “I didn’t think you’d actually use them..” He trails off given your reaction to the panties last time.

You stand up straight and tilt your head, “The panties you got me? Oh yes! They looked cute with my outfit so I put them on. Everyone thought it looked so pretty on me! Jihyo even asked me to ask you where you got them from because she wants her own too.”

He looks back down at your ass and curses because he can’t think of anything other than the g-string sitting underneath. “I think I got everything I need.” He rushes out.

That’s how you find yourself in the backseat of Jungkook’s car, legs tossed over his shoulders and hands tangled in his hair. Your shorts are long gone and the thong is hanging around your ankle, dangling around as your leg jerks every so often from the pleasure. There’s loud slurping noises that emit from between your thighs.

Jungkook works his tongue over your clit slowly, trailing down below to your slicked up hole. He flicks his tongue over and over, swiping it from side to side and up/down. The radio does nothing to obscure the slick and gushing noises from your pussy.

“Mmm,” you hike your thighs higher and press them against your chest, “stop teasing me,” you huff quietly, “you’re no fair.” You say, hooking your hands under the back of your knees and holding your legs up for him.

Jungkook doesn’t reply, instead he takes your ass in his hands and spreads you wide on his tongue. He nibbles on your clit teasingly knowing that you like the overstimulating feeling it gives you. His finger teasingly rubs against your puckered rim, he finds it cute that you tense up and whine at him to leave the backdoor alone.

“Jungkook,” you whimper out, toes curling as his tongue swipes over your swollen clit repeatedly.

Jungkook softly pants and pulls away, letting spit dribble down your cunt as it slides down between your ass cheeks. “Best fuckin’ meal.” He licks a stripe across your cunt to prove his point.

You wiggle around underneath him and gyrate your hips towards his mouth invitingly. You desperately want his tongue back on you, and you’re fucked stupid at this point and can’t collect your thoughts properly. “J-Jungkook,” you softly whine, drool slipping past your lips.

Jungkook coos softly, “I know baby, lay back, don’t need to worry that pretty little head about anything.” He dives back down to lick over your pussy over and over again.

More moans poured from your lips as you closed your eyes in bliss. He worked his tongue over and over again against your sensitive clit. You catch a glimpse of his expression and find him with his eyes closed, he moves from your clit to your gushing hole as he basically makes out with your pussy. His nose occasionally bumps into your clit and that alone is enough to send you into an orgasm.

“Mmm..!” Your back arches and you hold on to his hair to keep him in his place.

Jungkook slows down to let you ride out your orgasm in peace, his grip on your cheeks loosen and he greedily slurps up your cum. Your legs feel like jello as they drop down from his shoulders and you lay there trying to recover from the intensity.

“Thanks for the lunch.” Jungkook grins, patting your sensitive pussy gently.

+

The apartment was filled with loud laughter and the sounds of beer bottles clinking together. Jungkook was surprisingly alone tonight, so that called for a guys night with him, Jimin, Yugyeom, and his roommate Seokjin. Beer and fried chicken were given of course.

“Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Yugyeom slaps Jungkook on his shoulder, “Your little girlfriend be occupying all your time, she doesn’t leave any for us man.” He whines.

The others agree with nods, Jungkook simply shrugs, “I rather hang with her than with you guys, Jin I see you everyday so you don’t count.” He nonchalantly says.

“Brat.” Jimin sticks his tongue out, “Name some fun shit you and y/n do, and sex doesn’t count.” Laughter erupts around the living room.

Jungkook takes a swig from his beer, “We’re always out and about buying shit from different places, it’s fun to shop for home stuff and shit. I run errands with her, we watch anime here or at her place. We play street fighter, go out to eat,” he shrugs, “we do a bunch of shit together. Productive shit.”

The boys collectively nod and Yugyeom clears his throat to speak, “That’s cool, I see why you hang out with her now. I mean I believe Kook on this one, my girl’s friends with y/n, she says y/n’s really fun to hang out with.”

“Who? Jisoo?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah, she always tells me what they talk about and shit. I didn’t know they talked about our sex life so often, Kook she talks about you too. Jisoo called you a munch.” Yugyeom laughs, elbowing Jungkook.

Jungkook snorts, “I don’t care I eat pussy, is that a crime?” He smirks with his hands raised, “I meannnn.. If you aren’t eating her for lunch and dinner something’s wrong with you. It’s a fucking crime even,” Jungkook slaps Yugyeom on the back.

The guys laugh loudly and Seokjin manages to speak in-between his laughter, “It’s true, I probably walked in on them like three times by now. All three he’s down there gettin’ to business with her. Don’t think he’s exaggerating, not even for a damn minute.”

“Danggg I can’t get that image outta my head.” Jimin shakes his head with laughter. “What else don’t we know about you?”

“I’d eat her ass if she let me.” Jungkook shrugs. The guys laugh even louder but Jungkook doesn’t care, “She’s got a fat ass what can I say?”

+

Jungkook was hitting it from behind and all his eyes could focus on was the way your cheeks bounced and slapped against his hips. Your tight puckered hole sat so sinisterly, winking back at him as if asking him to touch, inviting even. Your moans spilled from your lips and filled the once quiet room up.

He grunted with effort and pushed the hair out of his face so he could watch your soft globes bounce in tandem with his thrusts. The sounds your pussy made were obscene, it made his gut coil in hot white pleasure. He could see a ring of white form around the base of his cock every time he pulled out.

The intrusive thoughts were winning, Jungkook found it harder to contain himself with every thrust. He bites his lip and fucks into your creamy pussy harder to distract himself, he braces his hands on either side of you as he snaps his hips upward. You let out a surprised whimper and arch your back, “Jungkook..!” Then you do the most sinful thing ever, the nail to the coffin..you reach behind you to hold your ass apart for him, whimpering about how good it felt etc.

He fucking loses it.

He swiftly pulls out of you and gets on his knees, immediately diving in with an insatiable hunger. Jungkook eats you out like a man starved, his tongue is swiping through your creamy folds, trying to get every nook and cranny. His hands replace your own and hold your cheeks apart for him.

You let out a garbled moan, head falling into the pillows as your knees shift helplessly on the bed. You shakily poke your hand down there to rub quick circles on to your throbbing clit. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and focuses on lapping up the mess your hole made.

Your words are slurred, drool dribbles down on to the pillow you have your head laid on. Your hips stutter in their movements as you rock back to meet his tongue. “S-So good, mmm, g-gonna c-cum.” You whine.

Jungkook pulls back, spitting onto your untainted hole as he watches it dribble down. You whine louder but it’s cut short when he puts his whole fucking mouth over your rim, licking at puckered hole. It’s definitely new for you, and in the heat of the moment you let it happen as you decide to rub your clit faster.

Jungkook’s eyes are closed as he happily sucks and licks at your sensitive rim, he dips his tongue in teasingly. Your body jolts in surprise, a loud cry leaving you as your thighs begin to shake. He doesn’t even dip his tongue in any further when he suddenly feels you shudder, indicating your orgasm.

“Fuck baby. I could do this shit all day, with an ass like this you deserve it.” He slaps your cheek, not minding that he didn’t cum at all.

You pant softly, turning on your side to face him with a blotchy face, “You’re so mean..” You pout softly and make grabby hands, “Cuddles?”

He licks his lips with a teasing little grin, “Least I know baby likes getting her ass ate.” It earns him a smack on the chest but he simply curls up with you in arms, totally worth it.

HE’S BACk!

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[shigarakislittlepet]

Swallow Your Words

Part 1

Incel!Shigaraki. Quirkless/college seniors AU.

I’m doing this as a series not a one shot because in the process of writing it I got attached to the characters and the plot QnQ this will have a positive character arch for Shiggy. This first part ends on a bit of a climactic spot, but hang in there I’m already writing the next part that will have some spice ♡

tw: HEAVY misogyny; like upsettingly so; I read Reddit threads and instagram comments to get into the headspace of an incel for this; yes it did hurt my brain; that’s all for now I think. Future parts will have heavy smut.

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Okay, so maybe going out on your third date this week with another brand new guy right after your shift at work wasn’t the brightest idea considering you still had abnormal psych homework to finish. You blearily trudged into your campus library, thankfully open 24 hours, and shuffled into the computer lab. Taking out your textbook, you set to work on the writing assignment due in approximately 6 hours. You got this.

As you were furiously typing up your mock evaluation of patient number 3, you heard someone cough. It made you jump, it was nearly 11pm and you could’ve sworn you were in here alone. You looked around the room as calmly as you could and spotted him sitting two rows of computers down, you were facing each other so he caught you looking. Damn it, not him.

Tomura Shigaraki, AKA rich asshole misogynist lives off daddy’s money motherfucker. He caught sight of your decidedly slutty outfit (a tank top push up bra miniskirt combo that never failed to get your dinner covered and a super oversized zip up hoody) and unmistakably doneforadate hair and makeup when you’d walked in, paying him no mind.

-What a bitch, he thought. She probably came here straight from getting fucked over some loser’s coffee table and was so disappointed at how shit he was that she decided maybe she didn’t wanna flunk out senior year and came here to finish her homework.- He rolled his eyes.

He’d had a crush on you since he first saw you freshman year. And he hated himself for it. Just like he hated how soft your hair looked, or how good you smelled sitting at the desk in front of him, or how your eyes sparkled when you laughed at something your friends said. He hated it all. Women were good for nothing cheaters and gold-digging sluts, just like his first stepmother. And the second. And the last. And the current. He’d watched these women sneak around his father after he’d given them everything and it was never enough for them. His father, ever pragmatic, would just get rid of them and find a new one when he finally caught them. Watching this happen over and over again taught him two things. 1) Women are worthless and 2) Women are replaceable. But not you. It didn’t matter how many girls Touya set him up with, he couldn’t get you out of his head. It pissed him off. He should be able to just fuck any bitch and get it out of his system. But he couldn’t. It was torture. And it made him hate you more.

You rolled your eyes, breaking eye contact and he chuckled. You tried your hardest to ignore him, fuck that guy. You could practically hear his internal obnoxious comments from here. He had been in at least one of your classes every semester since freshman year of college. He totally wasn’t stalking you. You had the same major, Forensic Psychology, so you told yourself it made sense you’d be taking similar classes. He’d managed to piss you off for the last four years almost every single day. He and his friend Touya, another trust fund kid that shared your major, would often make crude remarks back and forth to each other during class. Because their fathers donate so much money to the college, the professors can’t say anything without fear of retaliation. You could though, and often did when you couldn’t stand ignoring them any longer. Usually embarrassing them into shutting the fuck up for the day. The blissful peace never lasted long however.

“You get all dressed up like that just for me? I’m touched, but I think I’ll pass. I don’t know where you’ve been.” He sneered, finally deciding to break the silence. You raised an eyebrow at him and took in his relaxed posture. Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head, shit eating grin splitting his infuriatingly pretty face. You scoffed at him, eyebrow still raised, and went back to doing your homework. “What, no snotty retort? I’m almost offended. Cat got your tongue? Or is that tongue too tired from what it got up to tonight?” He mimed sucking a dick and you sighed deeply. “Oh please, as if I’d get this dressed up just to impress you. All it would take is a T-shirt and jeans anyway, since we both know the last woman you saw in a mini skirt only talked to you cause you paid her.” You snarked back.

He visibly tensed. “I don’t pay whores to spend time with me, so if you’re searching for a summer job keep looking.” You actually laughed. Out loud. “You silly little rich boy, no amount of money is worth stooping low enough to fuck an incel like you.”

Your laugh caught him off guard. It was long and loud and almost musical. It pissed him off. So did everything about you. You were too good at reading people, at reading him. He wanted to listen to you laugh more. Almost as much as he wanted to fuck that stupid beautiful grin off your face. Instead, he just huffed and deflated slightly. “What makes you think I’m an incel? Is it cause I don’t go on 10 dates a week? Not all of us are that desperate, honey.” He threw back at you. Without even looking up, you shot back, “It was only 3, fyi, and don’t call me that. Also, no it’s not that. It’s everything about you. You have never, in 4 years of being unfortunately aware of your existence, ever shown that you hold even a modicum of respect for women. Any woman. And you and your jerk bff do nothing in class but talk over and make sexual comments about the girls sitting around you while making assumptions about their personal lives. God forbid we have a female professor! You dont go on dates because every woman in a 10 mile radius of you knows what a disgusting shitbag you are. You make it exceptionally clear that you don’t want us around other than to occasionally stoke your micro dick while you get off to cartoon porn. Now shut the fuck up and let me finish my homework.” You glanced at the clock, 11:30. Ugh, tomorrow is going to suck.

He seethed. No one spoke to him like that ever. It pissed him off that some dumb slut like you thought you could get away with it. He was going to get even. He was going to find a way to make you his. He was going to be the one to bend you over his coffee table. And his desk. And his car. And anything else he felt like bending you over. He would get you to submit to him. And he would make it painful and humiliating for you, just to prove a point. Let’s see you call him an incel shitbag after that.

He contemplated how he was going to do this for a few minutes. He decided he would start by just playing it cool. Sighing long and loud, he started, “Hey, are you working on the Abnormal or the Physio homework?” He asked, putting effort into making himself sound exasperated. -There is no way this is going to work, he thought.- You raised your brow again, “Abnormal, already did the physio. Why?” You were immediately skeptical. “I missed class yesterday, and this really sucks but I’m stuck on this bullshit.” He wasn’t. “You think you might deign to help me? And let me copy your notes?” He looked at you almost… hopefully. What the fuck? “Uh, are you sure you’d want such a ‘dumb worthless bitch’ to help you with your homework? I’d hate to drop your IQ by breathing the same air as you.” You said flatly, throwing some of his more common insults back in his face. “Oh come on, we both know your GPA is like a 4.2-” “4.5.” You corrected. He sighed in irritation. “Look, will you please just come over here and help me? I’ll even call it tutoring, I’ll pay you.” You regarded him skeptically. Damn it, if you didn’t really really need the cash. “Hmm. Okay, fine. I’ll help you. But only if you promise to leave me alone in class from now on. Stop snapping my bra straps and making gross comments about me to Touya, I mean it. And it’s gonna be 100$ bucks to help you with two classes at midnight the night before the homework is due.”

-Pocket change, he thought.-

-Easy money, you thought.-

That was… shockingly easy. He hadn’t expected you to actually agree to help him. Or to gather your things and gracefully float over to the chair and computer next to his. You pulled up her homework again, continuing to work on it. “So, what did you need help…with…” you trailed off as you looked to his computer to see what he was stuck on. He was watching cartoon porn. On a school computer. He quickly clicked out of it and his homework came into view. Well, you thought, at least he was actually doing his homework. At some point. You gazed at him from the corner of her eye. He really is an incel. He grinned at you almost evilly. Although man, ok, getting caught watching porn on a school computer totally does nothing to refute your incel accusation. But it did make you flush satisfyingly. You held out your hand expectantly. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his wallet, handing you a crisp 100$ bill. You gawked at it, “It’s a wonder no one has ever mugged you I swear.” You said, shaking your head. The motion caused your hair to swish prettily, he could smell your shampoo. He pulled his backpack into his lap.

You spent the petter part of the next hour doing your homework together, you “helping” him as you went. He was surprised you actually knew what you were talking about. He was surprised you could retain any information in that wind tunnel you called a skull, even knowing your GPA was as high as it was. You were actually…smart? You didn’t look smart, you looked like every other college whore with dyed hair and winged eyeliner. It made him angrier, for some reason. It made him want to crush you beneath him even more. You on the other hand were surprised that he was able to hold a conversation with you for this long without insulting you. You actually just laughed at one of his jokes. “You know, you’re actually fun to talk to when you’re not constantly putting me down.” You said, smile wide and eyes all sparkly again. Ugh. He hated how it made his stomach flip. “Am I?” He attempted a smile back. “Mhmm. You’re even a little bit funny. JUST a little bit.” You joked back while typing up the last bit of your assignment.

Funny? She thinks I’m funny? And.. ‘fun’ to talk to? Girls didn’t usually think so, even when he wasn’t insulting them. They usually couldn’t get past his face. He had eczema, and even though his father’s very expensive doctors worked hard to keep it under control so it wasn’t angry red and weeping anymore, his skin WAS chronically dry. Even his face and neck, though it was worst around his eyes. The skin there looked stretched and almost flaky, though it wasn’t NEARLY as bad as it had been when he was a child. He had a scar over one of his eyes that started above his eyebrow and fell just above his cheekbone and another scar on his mouth from when he was a kid and couldn’t stop scratching at his face. He looked… deranged maybe? Not pretty. Certainly not pretty, you told yourself over and over while sitting there talking with him like it was a normal thing you did. Certainly not pretty, with his pale shaggy hair and his big eyes that looked almost like shiny rubies this close up and the little beauty mark on his chin. Even his scar made him look… you didn’t know, edgy? Beautiful, a sick twisted part of your mind offered. Oh god no. PLEASE no.

You started packing up your things and getting ready to go. “Well, this wasn’t the worst end to a night I’ve ever had. Thanks for keeping me company, I’ll see you in class in�� god, 4 hours?” You smiled at him, getting up from your chair. It was nearly 2:30 in the morning. He laughed a bit, “Ah, yeah. Thank you for helping me finish.” Even HE cringed a bit and that double entendre. “But uh, hey, you live off campus right? Just come crash on my couch, I’ll take you to class after we both get a power nap. That way you don’t have to wake up even earlier just to come back.” He casually suggested way more confidently than he felt. (Now listen, if you’ve never pulled an all nighter right before a 6am class, you might think this is insane. But this… this was like the dove and the olive branch.)

-Thank god, you thought. And he’s really not so bad honestly, maybe you just had to get to know him. Famous last words. -

You practically beamed up at him, now standing at his full height, “That would be so nice actually, thank you!” You paused. “As long as you don’t try to do anything to me in my sleep.” You narrowed your eyes at him. He laughed.

You got to his dorm and your jaw dropped. It wasn’t a dorm. It was a dedicated on campus villa for his family to use when visiting or attending classes. His whole family were alumni of this college it seemed. Apparently Touya’s family had one too, right next door, which is how they’d met as freshman. It was… adorable. Landscaping clearly took care of the outside, the grass was immaculate and the garden in front was lousy with flowers and shrubbery and meticulously kept ivy that climbed latticework around the windows. Above the door was a gold plaque, “In honor of family Shigaraki for their generous donations throughout the history of this campus.” The Shigaraki was the largest thing in the plaque, written in elegant swirling cursive.

“It’s beautiful.”, you said in awe. You’d never imagined a person like him would live in a place that looked like this. How is he so miserable? You wondered. He has money and a beautiful house and his college is payed for in full. He’ll never have to worry about student loan debt or whether he’ll eat or not or his parents medical bills or his siblings needing new clothes and shoes for school. He’ll never have to go on dates just to eat because his whole paycheck goes to his family to make sure they survive until he’s making enough money to support all of them. You just… couldn’t understand. It seemed like he had everything.

He seemed surprised by your compliment of the place. “Oh, thanks. Yeah it’s pretty old now, but the school keeps it in great condition. The past four generations of Shigarakis have lived in this place. I didn’t think much of it at first, just a place to pass out and do homework. But a year ago I went into the attic and found an old picture album my grandmother made while she went here. It made it feel… more important.” He rambled on while he fumbled with the keys in the lock, not sure why he was telling you this. “Ahg, this damn thing always sticks.” He finally unlocked it and ushered you inside.

[daftdrac]

Ive been procrastinating watching X-Men '97 so hard because in the first 15 minutes of the first episode there's already so much I don't like about but I just. The ONE thing that's making me want to give this series a chance is gambit istg

I will list my complaints below if you're a '97 fan and don't give a shit or you just like gambit and want to hear me scream ferally about him you can skip

Imo: jean being pregnant at the start weirds me out idk I get a major ick

I also don't like the one scene where she's talking about him quitting X-Men and shit like she doesn't know he's committed his life to the team like girl. This is out of character STOP.

Logan's voice actor is bad. Just stop. Please.

Who the FUCK is Morph. Also they make me uncomfortable 😭. Or they did in like the scene where they're trying to find the rich kid at the rave and they're imitating Jean to tease Logan. That is just uncomfortable to me like ew stop please

Idk who jubilee is I'll be fr and that makes me wary of her. I know she's a comics character (Im pretty sure) but the only X-Men content I've watched is two other of the cartoons (xmen evo and wolverine and the xmen) and she's not in those and my autism reallyyyy doesn't like change so randomly finding out about new characters is uncomfortable but she seems cool and silly I like her

I also think from what I've seen of him '97 Scott is the LEAST likeable version of himself, but also probably the most simp worthy I'll be fr that tanktop gets to me too y'all-

I also don't really like the art style. It's a cool STYLE but most of the character designs don't look quite right with it and it just. Eurgh. Idk. Gambit is like one of the only characters who I like in the xmen '97 artstyle

The ONLY thing I can praise in this show so far is gambit. I love him. Look at him

(img found on Pinterest credits to original artist/creator)

Just LOOk at him. This man is such a slut I love him. Long red hair a crop top AND slutty jeans?!?? And don't forget the cHOKER,, like DAMN this man is a FRUIT! SALAD! And the fingerless gloves I almost forgot to mention those. Hc his shoes are blue converse im making him gayer. Also the belt chain GOD this man is GAY i LOVE HIM. This is by far his best design I swear to God. Evolution does him so DIRTY dude it actually made me fucking CRY laughing when I first saw him I felt SO bad he's RIDICULOUS

sigh. Poor soul. The fucking BOWL CUT THEY GAVE HIM

God and wolverine and the xmen is hardly better 😭

I LIKE HOW THEY DID HIS OUTFIT. ITS COOL. BUT GOD HIS FUCKING HAIR

Long story short/tldr I dislike X-Men '97 but it's portrayal of gambit is AMAZING I LOVE this GAY MAN

Ok I have a class I have to get to I need to post this BAHSB BYE

[v3nusxsky]

hehe im back with request well you know this was coming 😅 smut one ofc

prompt ~ Lesso and r are in a relationship and r hasnt been getting the attention she wants from Lesso so when she wakes up and sees lesso already gone of to work she puts her plan in action

she goes to her closet and pics out one Lesso favourite slight slutty outfits she likes on her not 100% inappropriate for work but enough that will get Lessos attention

as there at lunch Lesso catchs a glimpse of r and chokes on her food and r from cross the room just gives her a playful innocence look and smile then leaves the room

so Lesso texts her

“Little dove , my office now!”

r responds “ Lesso i’m busy right now i’ll be there later”

Lesso response“ No ! now pet don’t keep me waiting”

r response “i - im coming “

Lesso response “ such a good dove , you know the rules , kneel by the desk”

you can decide how the smut goes after this but may i suggest

face sitting L on top r

orgasm Daniel

pain kink

misstress/ mommy kink

and any others you can think of

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Kneel now!| NSFW

*Authors note~ this is a bit of a long one but I love the detail in the prompt and the fact it's based off of one of my edits is just woah thank you *

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink dom l sub r face sitting orgasm denial pain kink if you squint? Degrading kink humiliation kink if you squint and edging

Prompt~ see ask^^^^^^

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The schools for Good and Evil always got busy around exam season, that was a given. But what wasn't a given was waiting for your girlfriend to give you some attention and receiving none. You tried to be patient and tried to understand she was busy but truthfully you felt she was uninterested and that you simply were not important enough for her to make that special effort. That's what set your plan up. If Leonora wasn't going to give you attention then you damn well we're gonna take it.

Leonora had left early due to her hectic schedule which is why it was so easy for you to find the most provocative outfit going. It just so happened to be something lesso adores on you and often try's to get you to wear when it's just the two of you so that she can rip it off your body.  This outfit would be the key to gaining what you desired as long as you utilise it's power over Lesso.

To say your choice of clothing wasn't exactly school appropriate would be too polite, you were turning heads of many students but your outfit so it was only natural they whistled and made comments as you walked the halls. Their attention wasn't whom you desired so you ignored it and headed straight to the food hall. Upon entering, the hall went silent apart from the sounds of the normally composed red head coughing and spluttering over her food. You sent her an innocent smile and walked through the hall to find your breakfast. You could practically feel her eyes boring into your ass as you walked.

Breakfast was only the start, you had a class then a free planning period so you decided to shoot off a few less than innocent texts and even a picture of what you wore underneath the dress to your lover. You knew she wouldn't reply straight away, she was teaching but the anticipation just made it ten times more fun.

A few hours after the picture was sent your phone dinged indicating you'd finally caught her full attention, "Little Dove, my office now!" Now there were two ways you could play this, you could submit and scamper off to her beck and call or you could be a brat. You obviously choose the latter and began to craft your response, "Lesso im busy right now I'll be there later." You couldn't help but bite your lip as you pressed send, normally you wouldn't dare to be so disobedient to your mommy but today clearly you had set out on one mission, to gain her attention.

"No! Now pet, don't keep me waiting!" The reply followed by the sound of the bell signaling lunch hour, you had no more classes left for the day which Leonora knew. You sent a quick reply before hurrying out of your classroom to her office, "I-im coming." You didn't even get out of your classroom before a reply shot back in, " such a good dove , you know the rules , kneel by the desk" ah fuck, you were most definitely not going to be able to walk after this.

You quickly entered the office stripping your clothing as you entered leaving you bare to kneel by her desk just as she had taught you to do. You wanted to be good, to earn her praise and affection you just wanted attention. Leonora paid you no mind, knowing the humiliation being knelt down naked while anyone could walk in or peer through the windows added to your arousal. The mere thought that someone could see you in such a vulnerable position had you dripping on her hard wood floors instantly.

"Mommy" you whined after about 15 minutes had trickled by, "please" you whimpered as she tutted in your direction. "Up and over my knee whore" she demanded as she shuffled back to make room for you. You bent your self over her knees as your ass was sticking up in the air, you knew what would come but yet the first blow still stole the breath from your lips, "one mommy!" Sometimes the blows were spread out and sometimes they were in quick succession also changing in strength. By the time you reached twenty five you were sobbing in her lap, a hand pressed on your back to hold you in place as she delivered the last five blows. Her fingers tracing your folds, "such a slut, you got dripping wet by your own punishment, such a dumb whore."

You now found yourself tied up in your shared bed as your lover straddled your face. Your only instruction was to make her cum. You'd riled her up all day it was only fair that she used you until she felt satisfied once more. If there was one thing Leonora loved it was riding your beautiful face, smothering it in her cum as you desperately licked around your face to get another taste of her. "Pretty cum slut, can't get enough of mommy can you" she teased clambering off your face to grab the favourite little vibrator you seemed to miss her getting it ready before she sat on your face.

Leo once again straddled your face once more as you immediately began to instinctively lick her leaking folds. The vibrations driving you insane causing you to moan into her cunt, Leonora moaning above you alongside your own pleasure was dizzying, your need to orgasm only growing to an impossible height. Leonora came for the third time before she shuffled off your face with shaky legs and immediately shut the vibrator off and with the flick of her fingers you were both cleaned of her slick and your thighs cleaned of your own.

"Mommy?" You whined sounding like a pouty child. "No darling, only good girls get to cum, you were bratty and instead of asking mommy for attention you decided to act like a whore"she murmured before kissing your sweaty forehead, "take the punishment baby, we will reconsider it later if your Mommy's good girl." You may have gained her attention but she was now satisfied and you were needy and painfully aroused. Knowing Lesso you knew if you behaved well she would put you out of your own misery tonight.

Word count~ 1315

Tag list~ @farahtissaiamyloves @i-write-sometimes-maybe @blu3berrykiss3s

[cataclizard]

For those of us who are new to the game, do you mind explaining what slutification took place between the trailer and the game launch?

CLAPS HANDS TOGETHER

Okay so Zenos has had a fair bit of outfit changes in the game and each look has been some level of Snazzy, but for whatever reason they amped up the Slutty Aura with his EDW outfit and class change to Reaper When the teaser cinematic was shown during the Fanfest when Endwalker was announced we got a very brief shot of Zenos and it was this

pretty good, that sure is Zenos yessir looking fancy in the new outfit tease [we wouldn't even see the full look until patch 5.5 in the very last cutscenes leading into Endwalker itself which was MONTHS away at the time]

Fast forward to when the FULL cinematic trailer was released and I have no idea who in the cinematic team said 'yknow what we gotta do right? We gotta make him Even Sluttier' but I'm very grateful to them bc god DAMN the reveal in the full trailer had a whole other air to it

THE TOUSLED HAIR THE ADJUSTMENT IN POSE THE EXPRESSION Every facet of this change between the teaser and had my eyes So very wide and while there's a definite charm to the facial softness of his look that's missing from the cinematic promo material [Leaning way into more of the Sculpted Bishie Prince Look] I'm still very fond of these shots for the sheer difference in feel from a few adjustments between trailers.

[izaacs-notdeadyet]

OHHH MY GOD THE WAY MY ASS FORGOT TO POST ABT THIS

Meet Spider-Mortis

(He/Him)

He used to be just a regular Spider-Man before his doc ock fucked up ans bombed the damn world. In the wreckage of the ruins he rose up to become a kind of Robin Hood figure, stealing from the rich in their bunkers hoarding resources to give to the survivors.

For his design I wanted to take a more apocalyptic fashion statement with the classic Spider-Man suit color and design, but also make it feel more mature, like he is going through an actual apocalypse. His color pallet consists of blues, reds, and desaturated greens for his clothes

I gave him two different logos, one a skull with spider legs coming out from it, and the other a radioactive symbol with the spider legs aswell. I decided to put the skull ver on his suit, and use the radioactive one for clothing accents (and also on his bag, not currently drawn)

I also gave him a gas mask because it’s just.. cool (and I like making everything harder for myself)

(⚠️slight gore both written and drawn ahead⚠️)

Now for his villains,

the ones I’ve already drawn are his doc ock and also vulture.

First, Doc Ock

Doc Ock was actually what inspired me to make this, after watching Tobey Maguire’s Spider-Man I had a realization about how actually terrifying it could be if the chip thingy failed. Imagine if he ended up just being a corpse piloted by a bunch of robotic arms. That, is exactly what this doc ock is.

Because of his proximity to the blast, he pretty much died instantly, layers of flesh being the only thing left behind other then his robotic arms, who quickly gained control of his body afterwards. I’m not exactly sure how I want this character to act, whether it’ll just be a slight nuisance, or an actual villain I’m not quite sure.

I quite like my idea for his Vulture.

(She/They)

I Imagine her being some kind of anti-villain. They want the complete abolishment of the upper class, and could careless if all the humans left died as long as the rich died along with them. They tend to leave behind most the supplies they come across unless they really need them, the only thing she takes is the lives in the area.

I had a lot of fun with her character design. One of the things I had fun figuring out is how I could keep that aspect of femininity while also keeping it realistic for the apocalyptic environment. I went through a lot of different versions, experimenting with corsets for bust support, and different kinds of skirts etc before coming to my final design (possibly not final design)

I gave them a more lighter color pallet, using brighter greens and browns. I have a bit of an obsession with camo patterns and I thought it would fit with her character perfectly so i gave them camo pants. I also took the boot design straight from Pinterest. (Guilty as charged.)

I added beige leg warmers to match with her top, which I’m not exactly sure how I’d explain it. Kinda like a wrap top? With a strap over stop of it. I gave them this kind of leather cape hood combo, and put it overtop of the bird skull mask (based off a vulture) I gave her. Underneath that she has a white, button up shirt, with the sleeves tucked into gloves, which I modeled after bird handling gloves.

Now here comes the part I love the most. I spend a lot of time researching vultures, and I am in love with the idea that she has a flock of vultures that just follow her where she goes. The idea that they leave behind enough bodies to where the vultures know if they follow them they’ll get food is fucking badass.

Like seriously. Imagine accidentally stumbling upon her camp and you look up and there’s just a kettle (the name of a group of vultures) of vultures watching your every move looking at you like they want to pluck your eyes out.

I also have a few ideas for some other villains

Deadpool (I think it would be quite funny in a setting where everyone is heavily dressed to avoid radiation and injury he’s just in the most revealing slutty outfit known to man)

Kraven, which I could possibly pair up with Vulture for an arc

The lizard, which could quite literally just be a radiated alligator

I’ve considered adding a black cat

Maybe some spin on vemon?

Let me know if you have any ideas I fucking love imput

[zzoomacroom]

Prof Hob x Student Dream!

Thank you anon and @quellawrites for asking about this one! I have this outlined, but I haven't started writing it yet. It's going to be pure filth, though, so I'll put it under a cut 😅

This is going to be for the "spanking" prompt for Dreamling bingo, plus the "age gap," "angry sex," and "sex at work" prompts for Kinktober.

Here's a little snippet of the outline:

Dream had been bratty and flirtatious with Hob since the first day of classes—sitting in the front row and wearing slutty outfits with his legs open, sucking on his pen in a really obvious way, coming to Hob after class to ask if he can do any “extra credit,” which Hob refuses at first on principle but damn is he tempted

It doesn’t take long for Hob to give in and give him those “private tutoring sessions” after class

How it happens: Dream comes into Hob’s office after class and pulls the rich spoiled brat card—says he’s used to getting his way, nobody ever tells him no, and if Hob keeps rejecting him he can make his life a nightmare

Hob is so frustrated and horny that he takes him over his knee right there and gives him the good, hard spanking he needs (“clearly somebody needs to teach you a lesson”)

Dream is so surprised that he got exactly what he was hoping for, and he cums in his pants

Hob is like “tsk tsk, you need to learn some discipline and self-control”

And Hob punishes Dream by taking his dirty panties off and stuffing them in his mouth to make him stay quiet while he rails him

Then some more stuff happens, Dream continues to be a brat, Hob punishes him by putting him in a chastity cage, and Dream learns that he's actually really into that.

I know, this isn't the most original concept, but I figure it's popular for a reason, right? 😂

Ask me about my WIPs

[castle-dominion]

c1x3 (technically 1x2? 1x4?) hell hath no fury

Coffee is just like that. He's present during paperwork for once. She's so pretty & looks so good in red & totally deserves to have that short hair. She looked so much better in the earlier seasons & now she's just some lady.

RC: No. Hiding would be building a fortress out of my comforter and then downing a fifth of Scotch, but apparently that's considered unhealthy.

Was THAT espt's voice? Woah. Lol two gay bois moving in together already huh.

KR: Dead guy in a rug. Naturally, we thought of you. JE: Ye Both: : ) uwu

Already jinxing <3

Castle just taking photos

Ok so ik I talk abt the outfits a lot but I love castle's scarf & beckett's coat & rysposito have swapped clothing

Hey, I'm a wise-ass, not a jackass.

Martha <3

I don't care about what people think... much.

Oh yeah even where I live we do roadkill furniture & gear.

[06:00, EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY] Esposito and Ryan in a dumpster digging through the garbage. They are wearing coveralls to protect their clothing.

ESPOSITO I don't care if it was free. Even if you pay me, I'm still not gonna take that rug.

RYAN You tell me you've lived in New York your whole life, and you never scored a piece of road kill?

ESPOSITO "Road kill?"

RYAN It's an accepted practice, bro. You're done with your old stuff, you leave it on the street for those less fortunate. (waving a (still yellow) banana peel back & forth.) Artists, students, former hedge fund managers. It's trickle-down economics at its finest.

ESPOSITO Yeah, well, I prefer not to be trickled on.

RYAN :D You know that red couch I have? The one you like so much?

ESPOSITO 0n0 Don't you say it, bro.

RYAN 54th and Lex.

ESPOSITO That's gross. Gross. (Ryan laughing.) We are never playing Madden at your place again. (& I was wondering where the fanfictions learned this tidbit. Now I know.)

Btw you DO need to be careful. Dumpster diving is great but u don't want to end up with silverfish. (Happened at my church youth group.) (source: https://scriptline.livejournal.com/18193.html)

Bro never SAID he didn't, never said ANYTHING implying he didn't. He just said that the information wasn't a guarantee that he DID.

RC: Promise not to hate me. KB: I already hate you. RC: Fair enough.

Well, not exactly a friend. She's my interior decorator. But then we slept together, so I don't really know what she is now. WHAT Castle is the one who's kind of slutty, not nikki heat

Creason: *gagging on the coffee, shaking his head wildly* RC: I feel you, man.

KB: Hey, Esposito! JE: Ya? KB: See what you can find on that rug. If one went missing, what room it's from, and maybe who had access. JE: Yeh. KB: Thanks JE, to Ryan who is standing there on his phone: Road trip. RC: You're very good at bossing men around. KB: RC: I've noticed

RC, Through The Glass: You are so lame! You're Lamey McLamester! You're so la-la-la-la-lame!

JB: Mr. Bollinger's my father. Call me Jason. Me: Penis minivan lesbian was my father. Please, call me dick van dyke.

Lol councilman horny

lmao ryan in the background trying to give a gal his number & then he sends poor ryan after the drunk folks peeing in the flower pot & he goes to give the fellow his number even tho she already said she had a bf (well she said it to ryan).

Idk whether to laugh or get offended bc I'm no swerf:

Esposito, Ryan, Castle, and a couple other guys look over the prostitutes' website.

JE Damn! Those are some seriously fine five-star class-B misdemeanors. (XD)

KR: Dude, between you and me, you ever pay for it?

RC: Are you counting my marriages? (XD) KR: *one huff of laughter*

[Ryan clicks to a new page]

RC: Wait, stop! That's the girl in the photos. (See? Police work.)

KR: *sigh* Look at her. If I had your money...

[Beckett approaches and the other two guys takes off] KB: This isn't phone sex, Ryan. You don't just pay for the two minutes that you used.

JE: *Laughs*

Or you could just do it the easy way. (I love the way ryan is just looking back & forth between them & Espt just kinda looks up at beckett before awkwardly watching castle eyebrows HIGH, then beckett goes to hit him w her files; & then rysposito just turn to watch all smiley as she chases him down) No, no, no , no, no. You're the police. I'm just a lonely upscale gentleman looking for a date. Bet I find her first.

We all thought the pro was already there.

Beckett staring at him mad, Espt staring at him (eyebrows down but) interested, & Ryan staring at the box confused. RC: Yeah, just put it right over there. Perfect. Lift with your knees, man. Stay here for one second, would you? Because you guys have been so wonderfully hospitable to me, I just want to return the favor. And because your coffee is basically crap, I got you an espresso machine! How cool is that? Ryan looks at the coffee cup (which he is holding weird, point for the adhd ryan hc), espt is smilin & becks is just unimpressed

Goggles don't help like that but thanks.

Alexis <3 Martha <3

Firefly moments DX

I love Lanie & Kate. LP: Damn girl, you scared me. KB: Lanie, you're surrounded by corpses. LP: Yeah, I don't expect the living after seven o'clock. (So hearing someone talking is a shock.) KB: Funny. Neither do I. LP: I'm an M.E. What's your excuse? KB: Oh, don't be mean. LP: You deserve it. Getting a drink with me after work instead of getting your freak on with writer-boy? KB: Yeah, well, he is annoying, self-centered, egotistical, and completely-- LP: Fun? KB: LP: And take it from me, girlfriend, you need some fun. (Beckett's phone rings) LP: I mean, how bad can he be? KB, on the phone: Beckett. RC: Guess who's got a date with a prostitute! KB: *arms out in defeat*

He is a gentleman. Heck yeah, treat your escort with respect or whatever. True, big thing. Sex is a way to feel connected & men* typically feel more emotionally comfy if they are having sex with that person. Women* typically need the emotional connection to feel comfy enough for sex. Supposedly that's why marriages fail. Men* aren't getting the sex to feel emotionally safe & women* aren't getting the emotional connection to have sex. (*generalizations, probably cishet, etc)

Ryan looks almost normal rn, wearing that shirt & tie. Castle with his sweater today instead of his typical attire. Them all talking about the coffee.

RM: My three-year-old son could come up with a better story than that. Follow the money. Kirby: Hey! Hey! Can I go home now?

"Detective, with all due respect, there's no way in hell I'm helping you start a witch hunt against our top supporters. Now, you want to go through our campaign contributors? Fine. That's a matter of public record. But anything else and you're on your own." I mean he's right

RC: Hey. Finished your homework? AC: Yeah. RC: You want to finish mine? AC: Well, that depends. How much you offering to pay me? RC: Oh, I taught you well.

Kate just doesn't want to be seen appreciating castle's presence as a point of principal.

I figured it out. I knew it was the hair but I finally see where it is changed. I recently saw the 3xk sequel in s4 & Ryan with his "hello fellow kids" look. His hair is too far down. It is not brushed up away from his face, it is slightly curly & falling a little bit down. Plus, the lighting or makeup design has his lips lookin like mine did in japan. (The kids there had an app with filters but I was white so it made my lips way too bright.)

She has a right to see the warrant my dudes. U can't just waltz in there.

Ryan, flipping open his badge all prettylike: Stop running, bro. Campaign's over.

RM: Nice work. Very impressive. *Walking away* Oh, and uh, you, too, Beckett. KB: Sir??? RM: Just yanking your chain, Detective. Just yanking your chain.

Castle does readings like this, they could record it for esposito. (A point for an adhd esposito headcanon except u'r not allowed to be in the military if u have adhd, lucky for me.) (I remember in the pilot he asked for tapes. & then throughout the rest of s1 we can see ryan starting to get into castle's books.)

[jinkicake]

So now that we have scaramouche new designs confirmed I think his outfit could have been a lot slutier like take off that mesh shirt and have stockings instead🙄 welcome to the anemo men under 5”6 group ig but back to albedo😒 imma try to pull for him one last time and if he doesn’t come home imma have to write something about him being tied up idk he needs to be punished. But the way he always slips back into my head is crazy I’ll be like okay I’ve been healed and go look at Xiao art,,,,, and then one of my fav artists will post the most beautiful albedo I’ve ever seen and it’s back at it🥲 and I came across a short fic(wishing it was longer) about albedo catching the clone fucking his s/o and liking it and being like??? Why was that hot?? Like the idea of rubedo trying to steal his life and being like “ your partner is mine too” is greatly appealing but like I’m for the streets so it could just be me. Like not noticing that it’s susbedo when he comes home at night after you expected him to be in dragonspine and absolutely railing the hell out of you. Like he definitely is a masochist bc he’s never had genuine affection so he gets off on pain( he’s one hug and I’m proud of you away from absolutely breaking down💀) like ik he’s not shy about it he’s putting your knees over his shoulders and looking you in the eye to tell you how deep he’s gunna me in you. Like god imagine not knowing it’s not albedo and he has you gabbing everything in hands reach as to not float off the earth when your soul ascends. Like he grabs your hair to make you look up and albedo who just stumbled into the KOF lab and he sees his imposter fucking the daylights out of you. “ look, your precious alchemist is watching. Such a shame he can’t see how well your taking me.” I’m built differently tho I’ll let him keep going🥰 or even albedo watching from the shadows and seeing you beg his imposter to go deeper. On the flip side albedo is so pretty like when I stop and look at him he does look like a prince very pretty and short but can definitely pick up kaeya if he wanted to. Like I wouldn’t know how to act lmao they would never know peace around me bc I’m biting him. Like looking at him would have hazardous, bc if I stare at him too long rip. Like his pretty face, how IK his neck is sensitive, his pretty hands, yeah definitely would help him take a break by burying my face in between his legs. He probably would get really whiney if you edge him while giving head bc he’s a gentleman he doesn’t just want to shove your head down😔 honestly poor Jean bc she can’t walk into any room in the HQ without knocking and waiting 3 mins and it’s entirely my fault. Like damn my bad I wasn’t intending to ride kaeya in his office chair when I brought him lunch but these things happen. Diluc absolutely railing your in her office. Praying for them both bc they have such strong sexually repressed vibes so it his my job to deflower them😔 like idk I’m in my whore era so I’ll just feel up Jean in her office while I know she has a meeting w diluc in like 7 mins, like I’ll just hide under the desk and see how long this façade can be held up bc diluc would be like “Jean are you okay🥺🥺” until she ends up cumming and is super embarrassed whike she’s trying to catch her breath I’m like 🥰🥰 would you like a turn too? Bc they definitely seem like the type to be pinning over the same person and have no idea what to do. I’m not gunna let her calling him sir go like no Jean please share with the class what you meant by that🤨🤨

NO LITERALLYYYYYYY abt scaras outfit... but i dunno the little peaks of skin under his outer layer is kinda..... slutty in itself hehehe i like the skin tight shirt layer tho and his little shit smile thats my psycho!!!!- have you seen his leaked idle animations and his burst.... i dont know how i feel-----

DID YOU GET ALBEDO?! NOOOO I HOPE YOU DID T T between you and me, he deserves a punishment smut either way!

.... you know to send me good smut whenever you find it.... PLEASE LINK ME THAT ALBEDO CLONE SMUT IM BEGGINGGG no yeah as long as albedo doesnt mind ill fuck him and the clone all day long??? like???? o.m.g i desperately need a smut of the clone fucking the reader but the reader thinks it is albedo fucking them.... OMG THAT WOULd be too good! esp if you drabble in some yandere.... i might have to jot that one down for a word vomit!!

yeah,,,, albedo is too pretty.... so breathtaking!!!! heheh but i know he's a tough bitch!

HOLD ONNNNN I WAS ABOUT TO SAY LIKEEE YOU WOULD BE TAKING ALL THREE OF THEMMMM,,,, not just kaeya and diluc but jean too ((the holy trinity of childhood mondstadt friends is no match for you!!! >:-)))! I know how much you like her LOL she needs a good stress relief so she would def try to fight you on staying under her desk but like...... her fight dies the moment you get your lips on her skin through the slit of her pants heheheheiuhwfih if you ever find yourself stuck between diluc and jean, just fuck them both!!! that's my advice

[deceitfuldevil]

Cosmic Glitch

Baron Helmut Zemo X Reader

Summary: You always believed your soulmate was somewhere out there and that one day you'd see color, but the day you met him you refused to accept it. (soulmate AU! where you can't see color until you first look into your soulmates eyes)

Warnings: use of y/n, swearing I think?, poorly written, clearly from my drafts, headcannon turned imagine, fluff <3

Word Count: 2.2K

You had always been close with Sam ever since you served in the Air Force together, you were always up for any mission or task he needed help with.

After everyone was blipped back you had lost your job, so when Sam called you up asking you to tag along on a mission and promised compensation you couldn't turn him down.

You met Sam and Bucky in the garage and when the infamous Helmut Zemo walked in you locked eyes with him, and a fit a color exploded before you.

Zemo had stopped mid sentence

“I really don’t think I’m—“

Your heart sank deep into your chest

“Oh no” you said barely above a whisper.

“I uh, I’m not useful to this operation” he finished, stumbling over his words. Which you'd learn later on was very uncharacteristic of him.

You just stared at him as he nodded at you, a quiet hello.

Your luck was just impeccable wasn’t it? Zemo? Helmet fucking Zemo? It had to be him? The man that tore apart the avengers and bombed the UN for Christ sake! He was a fucking criminal!

The plane ride to Madripoor was above all else, awkward.

You barely spoke, not even making eye contact with anyone unless directly spoken to.

“You alright Y/n?” Sam asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You only nodded a small yes, feeling your soulmates prying eyes burning holes into the sight of Sam’s hand on your shoulder.

“Y/n, such a pretty name. I love the way it rolls off the tongue. Y/n.” Zemo said, toying with the sound of your name on his lips. Flustering you, but angering Bucky.

“Cool it Zemo, she’s just a kid.” He warned. Causing Zemo to wave Bucky off with his hand as he took a sip of his warm champagne.

But Bucky was right, you were just a kid. Your soulmate, the Baron for Christ sake, had to be at least 20 some years older than you.

Why did fate set you up with a man that was an adult before you were even born? Didn’t he have a wife before the battle of Sokovia? Maybe this was some kind of cosmic glitch.

I mean, it had to be... right?

Of course you wouldn’t be able to shake the Baron so easily, especially not when you needed a secret cover to pose as in Madripoor

There was only one role for you to play being so new on the “superhero” scene that you were unknown and considering you didn’t look like a single high profile criminal out there.

The Barons fiancé. His schatzi.

Obviously, you couldn’t just show up to a bar in low town in your suit either, so Zemo being ostentatious man that he is came prepared in the worst way possible.

You closed the door to first class and zipped open the black dress bag that Zemo handed you, telling you it would fit well with the part you were due to play.

A very short velvety plum dress sat in front of your color bound eyes. Ridiculously tall heels to match.

It was never something you’d wear out, you’d never have the confidence to wear such a short and expensive dress out to a bar of all places. But the material felt so good and with the new blessing of colored sight almost made you satisfied with outfit presented.

But you walked out fully dressed and maintained your attitude.

“Who am I supposed to be? A high-end hooker?” You quipped, trying to pull the hem of the dress down as far as it would go.

“You, schatzi, will be playing the part of my fiancé.” Zemo said simply. Fixing the cufflink on his left arm.

You stood there awestruck at what he had just said to you. It was hard enough for you to try and ignore that he was your soulmate but now you had to play the part?

“Oh, and you’ll be needing this” he said, digging into his pocket and flicking a ring at you. You caught it, examining it and gasping softly. You had never seen a diamond so big.

You slipped it on your finger, it fit perfectly. Which, made you smile to yourself in a way you knew you shouldn’t have.

He’s a criminal, he’s a psychopath. He’s a criminal, he’s a psychopath. You continually repeated to yourself the whole ride to low town, allowing yourself to think for even a second that just because he was your soulmate meant that he was a good person was not in the books. You simply couldn’t do it.

But as you arrived in the deeper part of Madripoor Zemo informed everyone that they must play their role to a T, because their lives depended on it.

As the car stopped Zemo walked around the side and opened the door for you, grabbing your hand and leading you out. Pressing a gentle kiss to your hand as you stood upright.

You eyes trailed up to his as a blush became evident on your face, when you locked eyes, boom, another shockwave of color screamed into your eyes. You saw the detailing in his fur collar, the bright neon signage all around, the gold detailing in Bucky’s vibraium arm, all of it.

You wanted to see color forever, you hated knowing that if you went without seeing Zemo for too long, the color would fade out.

In ordeal at the bar came and went, the business with Selby is where things got interesting and simultaneously made you nervous.

For some reason it’s almost as if Zemo could sense this because he squeezed your hand tightly and you both sat down on the couch across from Selby.

After everyone else had either been introduced or acknowledged, all that was left was you.

“And who’s this pretty little thing you’ve got yourself here Zemo?” Selby asked, clearing prodding knowing he’d been married before.

“This...” he trailed off, grabbing your left hand to show off the ring “is my beautiful fiancé” he finished

“Oh, got yourself a little trophy wife after the other one kicked the can huh?" She added, staring down the large rock sitting on your finger.

“That’s very sweet of you to think, but this one here is my soulmate. The first woman to ever make me see in color.” Zemo said, his words so sweet honey might as well as been dripping off his tongue. His gaze turned to you, boom, another bright flash of color that made a shiver run down your spine.

“Oh how sweet, but I don’t believe it.” Selby said with a grin, Sam and Bucky tensed up slightly. Siding with Selby because they too didn’t believe Zemo when he referred to you as his soulmate.

“Test me.” You challenged, stupidly if I may add.

“Excuse me?” Selby asked, quirking an eyebrow up at you

“If you don’t believe we’re soulmates, test me. I can name any color you’d like.” You continued, a part of you always looking for a challenge, the other part also wanting to test yourself see if maybe this whole color thing was faulty or one-ended.

“Fine, we’ll start easy. What’s the color of that slutty dress you’ve got on?” She asked, angry that you challenged her

“Easy, the same color as my soulmates turtle neck. A deep purple, plum if you will.” You said carefully caressing the material of Zemo’s shirt

“You could’ve been told that before you arrived, what about my lipstick?” She pressed as she pursed her lips out

“A cheap magenta” you deadpanned, done with her games. She scoffed at you.

“And this couch?” She asked grinning, patting the cushion beside her.

“Trick question. It’s a old a dirty worn out pattern, it has no specific color” you said with a fake smile, Zemo’s hand snaking around your waist as he pulled you a little closer.

The room fell silent just long enough for things to feel awkward before Selby started laughing uncontrollably.

“Well Baron, the universe certainly has picked you a handful! Now what business did you want to do with me again?” And just like that, it was over and you were suddenly running from bounty hunters on the streets.

When Sharon rescued the four of you the ride up to her place in high town was painfully silent. Zemo kept a firm hand on your thigh. Bucky stared off into space ashamed of how easily he fell back into form, and Sam sat on his thoughts wondering if you and Zemo were really soulmates.

No one really spoke to each other, just different conversations with Sharon. After what went down at the Bar and then with Selby... a mood was set, things had changed.

When Zemo stood up and announced he wanted to go join the party and made his way towards the exit you told Bucky you’d keep on eye on him. Sam wanted to protest but at that point you both were already out the door.

You sat from afar watching Zemo on the floor of the club horribly attempting to dance along with the rest of the party-goers. When you laughed a little to yourself he looked up at you, boom, that beautiful shock of color again. It never got old.

But you quickly averted your eyes and disappeared from his gaze as you went to the bar for a drink. When the bartender slid your drink over suddenly Zemo was at your side announcing he’d pay for it.

Zemo started to snake his hand around your waist once more but this time you smacked his hand away

“We’re not playing house anymore, Baron.” You told him, using his formal title.

“But you see what I see, do you not?” He asked, tentatively reaching for your hand.

“See what?” You asked, avoiding his burning gaze. You knew damn well what he was taking about but refused to admit to even yourself. He was a horrible man, a criminal, a rich psychopath! It ached your heart that someone with such a shitty past was who you were meant to be with for the rest of your life.

“The beautiful colors. I see your bright eyes, your sleek hair, those sweet pink lips. Now color is all around me too, I can see the colors of the club. I see the blue radiating off that light, the red in this drink you ordered, the green that lady’s hair! You love opened my eyes, Y/n. With you, I can see.” Zemo pressed on, smiling as he looked in awe at all the colors around him. He placed his hand gently over yours. You flinched but didn’t move away from his touch

“But this has to be wrong. I can’t be the person for you. You had a wife and kids right? Didn’t they bring any color into your life?” You asked, feeling a warm heat rise to your cheeks from the small contact you two were now sharing

“I loved my wife and son sure, but they were always grey to me. Remember that I’m a Baron, when you’re royalty your marriage options aren’t as wide as the universe has set for you.” He pointed out, taking your hand and slowly rubbing your knuckles.

“Still surely this has to be some kind of universal glitch! I mean you’re what? 20 some years older than me? What about all the horrible shit you’ve done? You’re a criminal! I was made to be a hero! We don’t mix, let alone fall in love!” You babbled on

“Listen, y/n. I am not proud of my past, I was a grief stricken man who had just lost his wife and child along with his entire country. I was only doing what I believed to be right at the moment, is that not what you try to do as well?” He asked, trying to find similarities between the two of you. Some common ground.

“Zemo I—“ you started, turning to face him and looking into his hazel brown eyes again and feeling that boom of color that would never get old, but did make you lose your train of thought.

“Zemo I’m scared” you finished off, your planned statement turning into a confession. You didn’t take your eyes off his this time as he stared back down at you. Bring his free hand to your cheek he smiled softly.

“I’m scared too, schatzi. But the feeling you give me makes me feel like everything is going to be alright. Stay with me, ride this out and see where it goes. I promise I’ll make it worth your while. Designer clothes, expensive jewelry, sport cars, you name it and I’ll buy it for you. I’ll fly you any place you’ve ever wanted to go, show you every sight you’ll ever need to see.” He tools breathe, a single tear slipping down his face.

“Please, let’s give this a shot.” He ended. Nine years with losing your wife, child, country, and being imprisoned for a few years really changed a man; and made him that much more desperate for someone like you, his soulmate, to stay.

And stay you did. The first year was rocky wrapping things up with the super soldiers on the loose and clearing Zemo’s name in the eyes of the Power Broker and the UN. Based on his efforts to take down the last of the super soldiers and good words from Sam and Bucky his sentence was reduced to one year under house arrest, which made for a great way to get to know each other better.

The years after that were far beyond smooth sailing, they were dare you even say perfect. You traveled the world with Zemo, lived the most lavish life, saw the most amazing things.

All in color.

[dangit-lin-blog]

i got dress coded for wearing leggins even though they said that we could wear leggings under a skirt

[georgiapeach30513]

James and Iris are perfect couple goals!🥰 and also what their first arguement was like?

Their first argument was most likely something extremely stupid. They did meet when they were 3 and 4. But I'm assuming you mean big argument. James is such a laid back guy, but Iris has a lot of anxiety issues, and has for a long time. So as far as the first BIG argument, they were in high school. These two hardly argue, and when they do, it's because Iris gets in her head.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Me and My Arm

Summary:  Iris gets mad at James

Pairings:  James Rogers X Iris Drysdale

Rating:  high school drama

Warnings: mildly implying sexual activity, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  650

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Iris Drysdale Masterlist

Iris slams her locker closed, holding her books close to her chest as she turns to walk away.  James watches his pretty little girlfriend set off without him, and not even asking to be walked to class, that Cheer outfit a bit too short for her to be wearing for anybody but him.  With a look down to his own arms, he realizes that she walked away mad at him.

“What did you do?” Carter asks with a laugh, swatting at his friend’s jersey-ed chest before the two of them head to class.

“I...I don’t know.  She...she walked to class without me, and I’m not holding her books,” Carter lets out a chuckle, scratching at his head when the two head to class.  When they walk in Iris turns her head to look the other way.  “Ris?” he whispers to her seeing the teacher walk in, but she pulls out her book, ignoring him.  “Iris Jade.”

Her body turns back to look at him with a furrowed brow, “Do not full name me, James Carter,” she looks at Blair who walks in.  Her hair perfectly styled, uniform just barely in the dress code, and her perfectly perfect headband.  Giving James a smile and a wave, which he returns.  Iris scoffs spinning back around in her desk.  

“Ris,” James taps at her shoulder, “Do you have a pencil.”

“Ask Blair,” she responds without turning around.

James throws his hands up confused, but Carter covers his mouth stifling his laughter.  He now knows exactly why Iris is pissed off, and it has to do with the perfectly dressed Blair that now is sitting in Iris’s usual seat.  

Iris’s thumb spins around his class ring on her finger, hers now on a necklace around his neck.  Even though she’s mad over his ‘flirting’ with Blair, she still needs her to know, that Jamey is hers.  Slamming her left hand down on the desk, she rests it awkwardly in a way that Blair can see the gleaming green stone, but still the girl taps on James’ shoulder.

“Jamey, can I borrow a pencil?”

"Sorry, but I don’t even have one.  And my girlfriend won’t give me one,” he gives Iris another tap, but she refuses to look.

“If I were your girlfriend I would make sure to give you one.”

Iris takes a deep breath.  Her eyes wide at that comment before she turns around to glare at the other girl.  “You will never be his girlfriend.  You are nothing but a delusional trust fund baby, that thinks you can flirt with my boyfriend.  And Jamey, you need to stop being so nice to her, so she doesn’t get the wrong idea.  Blair, sweetie, he’s not flirting.  He treats my sisters the same way.  He’s just being nice.  Now, if you could please keep your slutty little hands to yourself, and get out of my damn seat.”

“Iris Drysdale, office now,” Iris huffs out a puff of air, turning to glare at her teacher.  Her hands grip her books tightly as she stands up.  “I expected better from you.  Mr. Rogers, do you need to join her?” she asks when James goes to stand.  Iris stops to look back at him, pleading him to go with her.  Her mind racing of how this is going to be on her record, and won’t look good for college applications.  With a quick nod, he follows her out of the office.  Grabbing ahold of her books, before wrapping his arm around her.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.”

“Jamey, stop it.”

“That’s why you’re so pissed off at me?  Ris, you know you’re the only girl for me.”

“But she...she touches your arm, and you don’t say anything.  That’s my...” her words stop because she can’t bring herself to say it, but James smirks down at his little baby doll.

“It is.  It’s yours.  And later on tonight, I’ll let you claim my arm.”

“Jamey!”

“Leave your scent behind, that way when she touches it, she’ll know exactly who me and my arm belong to.”

Masterlist

[insufferablelust]

Professor!Spencer x Sub!reader, reader is taking one of Spencers classes and he can't take his eyes of her, one thing leads to another and they are doing it in his office. (this is so cliche but god its hot)

Warnings ; Professor!Spencer x Reader, Age gap (reader is above 20 though), Smut, Degrading languange, Risqué Classroom sex. Thats it i think :)

the moment Spencer laid his eyes on her, it seemed like the usual chattering of the other students ceased to a mere background noises. He watched her intently, refusing to believe she was real, but here she was, flesh and blood, doodling on her blank paper.

It was lecture day for Spencer, to be honest he actually loves teaching, he love to share his knowledge and he can’t deny himself of a tad bit of narcissism that ran through his veins at the squeals of his students— though to be fair, he never paid any attention to them.. because you were there.

Y/N Y/L/N a beatiful name, for a beautiful girl, he thought. Everything about her should angered him, she wasnt paying attention on his class, she focused on daydreaming about butterflies and end times, and she wore short skirts all the fucking time.

Oh he was furious— furiously lusting over his student.

~

“Ms. Y/l/N, stay. I need to talk to you.”

Your heart thumped as you listened to your Professor’s commands, your cheeks heats up as you get closer to where he was sitting, he looked good you thought. Perfectly tall, with ruffly hair, strong fingers— god you lust over them fingers more time than you could imagine.

You knew you fucked up, as in you never paid attention to Criminal Psychology anymore but how could you? how could you when all you could focus on was this adonis of a professor that so happen to be an FBI agent and a damn genius. How could you pay attention when his voice taunt you in your bed, late at night when you got your hands between your legs. How could you listen, when all you could hear was the imagination of his voice whispering filthy things on your ear.

You are shy, but you’re no innocent little girl.

“Professor.. Is there anything wrong?” You chew on your bottom lip as you stand in front of his desk, watching as he leaned in to place his interlaced fingers on top of the mahagony wood desk.

“There is actually. I’m quite surprise when i found out that you only got 70% on your last exam, what happened? from what i gathered, courtesy to Ms. Dorothy, you were an excellent student. She talks big about you but here you are standing in front of me with a 70% and you never seemed to pay any attention at all. So you tell me, what is wrong Ms. Y/N?” His voice was firm, calm and collected, and you hated that, hated the fact that he could remain so calm when you were about to literally pass out

“Sir.. Professor— i..” You were cut off instantly,

“Or do you want me to transfer you back to Miss Dorothy’s class?” His voice rang through your veins like venom, as you quickly shake your head, fingers gripping your files tightly.

“No! Please no! I just..” You took a deep breath, “Please Professor, give me another chance. I promise i won’t let you down.” You begged sweetly, eyes doe-like at him. What surprised you was how his lips seemed to twitch a bit, almost giving you a smirk.

“I don’t know, Ms. Y/N. You’re quite behind and i think-“

“I’ll do anything! please just.. please..” You stepped closer around his desk so now you were standing on his side whilst he then rose from his seat. Your eyes widened as you feel his thumb on your chin, lifting it up so you stare at his eyes directly, and then settle it back to where your heated cheeks lay.

“Anything?” You knew how dangerous it was, but you can’t lie and say that you weren’t thrilled by the idea because you were. It’s everything you ever wanted.

So you nodded a small ‘yes, sir’ before he pressed his lips roughly against yours, hands cupping both of your cheeks. You were taken aback by his lack of subtlety but you couldn’t care less, not when you feel his tongue at the back of your throat.

~

Y/N felt etheral, as she laid on top of her professor’s desk, the one she has been dreaming to be bent over it for hundreds of time. Now she’s here, making out with her adonis of a professor whilst his hand trailed along her inner thighs.

“Prof—mmph!” She tried to talk, tried to gasp even, but the warmth of his lips against her own blocking her from any sense of normality and pushing her back harshly into desk with even more force before pulling back.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He whispered, hands softly grazing the very seam of your thigh, inching upwards up up up until it reaches the hem of your jeans, smiling softly, “Professor..” You whimpered,

“Yes, Miss Y/l/N?”

“Won’t we get caught?” Your eyes bashfully looked away from Reid’s burning gaze, yet your breath hitched as he slap your inner thigh harshly, “Look at me when you ask questions, little girl.” He placed his palm on either side of your head as you looked up at him with lust, lust and fear.

“That’s better, and caught? what do you think we’ll do Miss?” God, damn him— he wanted you to say it, say the thing you definitely can’t and won’t say to your teacher, even though he might as well dicked you down already. “I— we.. Sir?” Your lost of words caused his laughter to echoes around the classroom, sending chills up your spine.

“Such an innocent thing, it’ll be so so satisfying to wreck you, ruin you. You know what you are, Miss? You’re my pet, if you able to do as i said... well then i see to it that your grades will be high enough to pass.” He mumbled, his lips tracing your collarbones as his palm graze on your blouse, right on top of your nipples, pinching it slowly causing you to gaap out a “Yes sir, anything!” and arched your back.

“Good girl. Now get up and bend over my desk, i don’t have all day, little girl.” He rasped, and oh how easy it was for you to obey him.

~

“Spencer! Oh!”

“That’s right— fuck you’re so fucking tight.” He grunted, tightening the grip on your hips and hair as he slammed his cock in and out of your overly sensitive cunt.

Your cheeks were warm, hot— blazing hot against the wooden table as your eyes rolled back and pleasure consumed the last bit of your sanity. The head of his cock grazed against your spongy spot everytime it slammed back inside, causing you to let out a choked out mewl.

“Shut the fuck up, slut.” He grunted, the name should’ve grossed you out but you moaned out loud instead, tightening your walls deliciously around him, making him let out strings of “fuck— fuck Y/N, such a tight little cunt, my plaything.”

“Yours prof—oh! please i’m close..” You moaned, your legs had gone numb, as well as your joined arms behind your back. The hand that gripped your hips went to smack your ass as it bruises nicely and you cried out, feeling your high gets closer and closer. “Please please please..” You chanted his name and please’s like a prayer.

“Fuck— cum baby, go on, cum for me little one!” and so you did, pulsing around him like maniac as your whole body trembles, mouth agape letting out strained moans and mewls. “Hng—ah ah P-Professor Reid..”

He pulled out instantly at the sound of your voice, but his hand quickly found its way to stroke himself in a fast pace as he tugs you to your knees, “Get on your knees, bunny.. there you go.” He whispered, his other hand ruffling your hair as you open your mouth and wait like a good girl.

“That’s it, ahh what a good little slut i have— fuck, gonna let me fill your mouth hm? maybe mark your face too yeah?” He rasped, hands getting sloppier yet the veins were almost like they might popped any time soon, you looked at him with your doe-like eyes and nods eagerly, “Please..”

“Fuck— you’re fucking perfcet- yes fuck! Thats it take it, take it little girl.” He moaned out loud as he paints your face white, some landedon your cheeks, mouth, lips, neck— everywhere, it was a lot.

He admired you as you swallowed some that had landed on your tongue and lips, eagerly moaning at the taste of him which caused him to laugh as he zips his pants back up, tucking his vest. “Same time tomorrow, oh and.. next time don’t bother to wear anything under your slutty outfit. See you tomorrow, Miss Y/l/N.” He whispered all sweetly, before grabbing his satchel and place it over his shoulder, but just as he was about to leave, you reached to grab a tissue.

“Miss Y/N..”

“Yes Professor?”

“My mark stays til you get home or your score will be below standard.”

Well fuck.

~

thanks for requesting anon! i appreciate it, this was delicious, sorry for the long wait!❤️

[meltwonu]

10. “We’re in public, you know.”

23. “We cant do that here!”

34. “Tell me what you want.”

notes; dom!mingyu, drinking/body shots(drink responsibly yall), dirty talk, degradation/name calling/v minor dumbification, creampie/cum eating, fucking in public, v minor hair pulling, yikes what isn't a warning on this one LOL 😩ok i def def def imagined 24hr long haired mingyu for this for the full fantasy heheh ykno the outfit with the distressed denim and black blazer with the chiffon shirt underneath, also this is long so the rest is under the cut!! Thank you again for requesting!! enjoy!!💕

Dive bars were typically reserved for post-exam, post-finals, ‘I’m not sure if I fucked up but I don’t want to think about it’ situations.

Which is exactly why you found yourself there with a handful of your other university friends; 4 shots deep into the tequila.

“Oof, don’t look now but your campus crush just walked in with his entourage.” Vernon teases, already sliding off of his bar stool to get another round of shots. “Do you want another, or?” His voice already sounds faraway when you fixate on Mingyu, the source of all your recent sexual frustrations. You hated to admit it but you were always too shy to approach him, even when you had the same classes. But this time, you knew you were going to finally make a move.

Vernon rolls his eyes when you don’t reply, leaving as you stare off at Mingyu.

And you can’t help but fantasize; goosebumps rising on your skin when you imagine Mingyu’s hands all over your skin and his cock deep inside your pussy. The thought alone has you rubbing your thighs together and it only gets worse when you start to imagine him eating you out; fingertips tangled in his long wavy locks.

Biting your lip, you tear your eyes away from the tall male as soon as you see Vernon walking back to the table.

“Here, got this just for you.” He wiggles his eyebrows, placing a shot glass full of tequila, a slice of lime, and a salt shaker in front of you. “A body shot!” You blush a crimson, eye twitching.

“W-why would I need that?”

Jeonghan snorts from across the table, eyes rolling when you glance his way. “‘Cause you’re ready to break your kneecaps for Mingyu and we all can fuckin’ tell. Here, drink my shot too. You need it.” Gulping, you pick up the glass and quickly down the liquid.

“Now we’re getting somewhere!”

It takes 3 more tequila shots before you’re stumbling off of your stool; swiping the shot glass, lime and salt shaker off of the dirty table before your wobbly legs start taking you towards Mingyu.

His laughter only grows louder the closer you get, heart pounding in your chest when his friends gesture your way.

Mingyu turns to you; a hint of a smirk on his face when he meets your bleary eyes. “Yes?”

“Come do this tequila shot with me!” You slur out, lips forming a drunken smile when he moves to get up from his seat. He wraps his hand around your wrist holding the shot glass, tugging you towards a more secluded part of the bar as his friends look on.

“We’re in public, you know. I’m not sure if body shots are for a dingy dive bar.” Mingyu smiles at you, eyes twinkling with playfulness. “And I’m not really a fan of tequila.”

“If they’re not for sleazy bars, where are they for then, huh?” Your body tingles with electricity with his hand on your wrist and you can’t help the way you lean in closer when he doesn’t respond. 

“And who says you’re the one drinking it anyway. What if I just needed to use your body?”

Mingyu laughs, half in disbelief and half in amusement, letting go of your wrist as he opens his blazer. “Well? Get to it then, let me see what that mouth of yours can do.” You giggle in response, juggling the shot glass and salt shaker in one hand before bringing the slice of lime up to his lips. He bites into it, leaning down until he’s at a comfortable height for you.

Grinning, you unbutton his shirt a little more, leaning in to lick at the junction of his neck and shoulder until you deem it wet enough; shaking the salt shaker over the area until there’s enough salt on his skin. Mingyu laughs around the lime in his mouth, tilting his head a little more to give you more access.

Before you can change your mind, you quickly down the shot, leaning back in as you hurriedly lap at the salt on his skin. The last step has you hesitating for a moment, Mingyu’s firm stare meeting yours when he brings a hand up towards your head. He tangles his hand in your hair and brings you in closer; your lips puckering around the lime wedged between his lips as you suck.

As soon as you bite into the lime, Mingyu pulls back, letting go of your hair in the process. You pull the fruit slice out of your mouth, setting it onto the nearest table just as he wraps a hand around your wrist again, tugging you towards the bar’s restroom.

He quickly pushes you into the one person restroom, locking the door behind himself before turning to face you.

“Tell me what you want.” He grits out, body rigid as he watches you lean against the dirty wall. “Tell me what that greedy pussy of yours wants, baby.”

“Mmh... want you to fu--fuck, hic, me~” 

The alcohol finally hits you hard, body sensitive when he pins you against the wall. “Fuck, that slutty ‘lil  mouth of yours could probably do some damage, huh? I bet you’re good at choking on cock.” You can’t help but moan as you rub your thighs together.

“We can’t do that here!” You whine, hazy eyes trying to focus on Mingyu. “The--the floor’s d--dirty and I, hic, I wanna feel your c-cock inside of meee~”

Mingyu scoffs, eyes rolling when he rests the palms of his hands on either side of your head. “Yeah? You think you can take my cock? Is that pussy wet enough to take me already?” He pauses, watching as you lick your lips. “I could see the way you were staring at me, y’know? Always thought you were a cute ‘lil thing. Playing coy around campus... Who knew you really had it in you.”

“God, Mingyu, would you stop t-talking? I’m trying to get, hic, you in me, so if you’d please just h-hurry!”

“So impatient. You’re just a cock hungry cumslut who’s willing to get fucked by me in a dirty bar restroom, aren’t you?”

You feel the wetness pooling in your panties, hands immediately latching onto his belt as you start to undo the buckle.

“Yes, now fucking, hic, give it to m-me, damn it!”

And Mingyu does.

His strong arms are the only thing keeping you up; your legs wrapped around his waist and back pressed into the wall as he fucks you hard and fast. Your fingertips tangle into his wavy hair, latching on for dear life when he angles his thrusts in a way that has the head of his cock tapping your g-spot.

“O--oh, fuh--fuck, Mingyu, there! Please, h-harder!!”

He chuckles under his breath; harsh thrusts making your pussy tighten even more around his thick cock. “Yeah? You want it harder? You want me to fuck this ‘lil pussy until all it knows is my cock?” Garbled noises spill from your lips at his questions, hands tugging harder onto his hair.

“Y--yes, god, yes! I--fuck, w-want you to fuck me until, a-ah, all I know is how to take your c-cock!” You cry, digging the heels into the small of his back. “God, just please fuck me stupid, Mingyu!!”

The said male grins, nails digging into the underneath of your thighs as he doubles his pace. “Yeah? Wanna be my dumb ‘lil cumslut? I’ll give you what you want. Anytime, baby. Just say the word.” You can only whine in response, teeth chattering when you feel your orgasm coming.

And Mingyu can tell, growling when he feels your pussy sucking him in deeper. “Make yourself cum. Touch your cute ‘lil clit and get my cock wet.”

You reach a hand down between your bodies, fingertips on the swollen nub as you mewl. “Mmh.. Mingyu… need ‘ta cum…” You mumble, pinching your clit between your fingertips. “Pl--please cum i-inside of, hic, me…” Moaning, you rub circles on your clit, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you.

“You want me to fill you up with my cum, huh? Filthy ‘lil slut.” He scoffs, grinding against you until you whimper. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!”

“Ngh, Ming----Mingyu, ‘m, ah, gonna c-cum!”

A jumbled mix of words tumble off your lips, Mingyu’s name a broken cry in the mix as you cum; thighs shaking and body tensing as the immense pleasure washes over your body. Mingyu fucks you through your orgasm, finding it harder and harder to thrust into you as your pussy tightens into a vice grip around his cock.

But he soon follows suit, licking his lips when he unloads all of his cum inside of you. He slowly grinds against you, riding out his high as he watches your eyes flutter shut. “Does it feel good, baby?” You can only nod in return; moaning at the feeling of his warm cum filling you up.

Mingyu gives it a second before he lets you down onto your feet gently; your hand slipping from his hair as you try to stabilize yourself on wobbly legs. Your eyes are hazy and your head still feels fuzzy from the alcohol and orgasm, but Mingyu drops to his knees within seconds, a smirk on his face when he looks up at you. 

“Spread your legs. Let me see you push my cum out.”

A blush coats your cheeks as you follow his orders, spreading your legs until you can reach down and use your fingers to keep your swollen folds apart. Mingyu immediately leans in, licking his lips as he watches the cum dribble down your thighs.

“Such an obedient slut.”

He places his hands on your thighs, leaning forward until he’s lapping up at the rivulets of cum that drip down your skin. He licks around your fingers, catching all that he can on his tongue before he stands back up.

It takes you a moment to catch onto what he’s doing; tilting your own head up as he tangles a hand through your hair. He leans down, lips on yours in a heated kiss and all you can taste is his cum and the whiskey he’d been drinking earlier in the night. But you moan into the kiss, parting your lips willingly when he pushes the cum into your mouth for you to swallow.

Your eyes flutter shut just as he pulls away, a thread of cum and spit connecting your mouths when he takes a step back.

“So…” You swallow the salty substance down, trying to adjust your focus on Mingyu who wipes at his lips with the back of his hand.

“Y-yes, Mingyu?”

He runs his hands through his messy hair, checking himself in the broken mirror above the sink.

“D’you come here often?”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Ooooh, any chance at all of getting a story to do with Kohga in a vai outfit? Being slutty or otherwise? 😱

Ahh i take it this is based off of that one piece that i had on the blog right? It got taken down, but I'll do some writing in memorial

(Also rip to @ficti0nalskelet0n who got sent to horny jail for our sins)

"Fresh mushrooms! Seal pops! Sugarcane muffins!"

It was hard to ignore the constant cries for attention from the merchants at their booths. Once a year, the Gerudo people hosted a festival right outside the city; known as the thunder festival. It was meant to show gratefulness towards the thing their land was known for; the power of thunder. Passed down from chief to chief, it was something the Gerudo gave thanks for. So much so, the festival was held outside the city, letting all kinda partake.

And of course, Sooga was with the princess, as well as the champions, and even the king (who was currently pitching woo and some young looking thing that he SWORE looked familiar). He'd include his Master, but he commanded him to stick with the group while he went off to Ganon knows where. Sooga HATED being at parties without Kohga. So many women ogled him, and he was quite uncomfortable.

"Relax. Anyone tries touching you, I'll claw their eyes out."

Sooga looked down at Revali. If it wasn't Link or Teba, or even Sidon, it was Revali who acted as his friend. Sooga chuckled.

"Thank you. Thats nice. I uhm...feel myself being looked at."

He tried not to look at one of the women who was making...gestures with their hands. Suffice to say, he had to cross his arms over his chest. Revali chuckled, nudging him with his shoulder.

"Shame on Kohga, leaving you to fend yourself. Like a lamb amongst wolves."

"I'm...sure he had some reason for leaving."

"Uh huh. Look, I'll take care of you until he comes back for you. Why don't we get you a drink? You look suffering in this heat."

Revali walked him to some stand, and after one look at him, the vai chuckled, damn near swooning at the sight of Sooga.

"Ah, Vasaaq~. I take it you two are thirsty? What are you into? Melons? I have quite the sweet pair right-"

Revali stepped in front of him, exhaling sharply from his beak.

"Apple juice is fine. Extra ice. And please make it quick, I am NOT a patient bird."

Sooga half expected a cat fight (bird fight??)between them, but was relief when she pulled away, going to get their juice. Sooga chuckled.

"You looked ready to butcher her."

"I was tempted. But for you, I decided to be a civil bird."

Revali lightly patted at his tit (for straight reasons), before she returned with two large classes of apple juice; with plenty of crushed ice, and garnished with cool safflinas. Revali paid for them, and grabbed both their drinks, turning heel as he handed Sooga his.

"Thank you kindly."

Revali nodded as he took a sip. Sooga followed suit, only to frown.

"Revali, can I trade you straws? I believe mine has a hole in it somewhere."

"You want to...trade straws?"

Revali looked confused, before his eyes locked onto the straw. Sooga shook his head.

"I tried to suck on it, but nothing. It is fine though, you paid for these, it's not fair to-"

"Trade. Now."

Oddly commanding. They traded straws, and Sooga almost felt bad, letting Revali suck in vain at the straw. HE needed it because of his mask, but why did Revali need to keep trying so much? He was about to ask, when Riju suddenly grabbed at his hand, yanking at his free hand.

"Sooga! Enough squawking with Revali! We need to go dance!"

Sooga barely had enough time to have Revali hold his drink, before he was dragged to the dancing group of people. Stone slabs made a makeshift stage, but amongst the sand, were MANY a person dancing with their respective partners. Daruk danced (tried to anyway) with Mipha, Teba danced with Sidon- it was a charming sight, amongst the many veiled ladies. He never liked women, but he did appreciate such pretty clothes. Riju yanked him towards the stage, only to ditch him for the sake of joining her mother.

He couldn’t blame her. Though, now he was vulnerable, already getting looks from the vai without partners. He thought about ditching this whole thing, when someone grabbed his hand. He immediately wanted to recoil, thinking it was a woman, when their eyes met. Red veil covered their face, highlighting a rather...stunning set of eyes.

"Hey. You don't look like you're taken. Mind if I borrow you?"

Something about them was...familiar. He couldn’t figure it out, but something about them was alluring. Maybe it was their big, full tummy. He nodded.

"I would...be honored."

"Thought so. Let's go pretty boy!"

He watched their hair bounce as they peeled him away from the single ladies, and onto the dance floor. Gerudo dancing was different from Hylian dancing; it involved less focus on the legs, and more on both the stomach, and the hands. And his partner knew EXACTLY how to move. They moved flawlessly to the music, in sync with their fellow Gerudo. The Gerudo dance was meant to tempt and entice their partner, and suffice to say, he was enticed.

Their belly swayed to and fro, and like a pendulum swaying in the hands of a master, Sooga was under their control. It was why, when the dance finally ended, with the Gerudo women being in the arms of their partners, Sooga didn't push them away. Their belly pressed against his, his hand supporting their upper thigh. Their eyes met, and Sooga was met with an unfortunate situation; he was INCREDIBLY attracted to whoever this was.

"You want me so bad, you look dumb. Come on~"

Suddenly Sooga was being pulled away from the crowd, and behind some building, he was suddenly shoved against a wall. Their hands wandered his frame, up his hips, right till they got to his tits.

"W-wait-"

"Shh. You're horny as shit, let me take care of you~"

He wanted them to touch him. Absolutely. But he would NOT be unfaithful. He grabbed their hands, pushing them away.

"I apologize. Truly. You are beautiful. But I am promised to another."

They blinked, as if not understanding, before they tore their hands away, and revealed their face.

"Sooga you fucking idiot thats ME."

"Master Kohga?! You're wearing this? Whatever for?"

"Its SUPPOSED to be sexy. You telling me you didn't know it was with ME?!"

Sooga was expecting anger, but instead, he received a hearty laugh.

"What's...funny?"

"You didn't even need to know it was ME, and yet, I was the ONLY wanted you wanted out there! Oh that's so stupid and sweet. Come here you, let me kiss you and your stupid face."

Kohga pushed his mask up a bit, and smooched him, right on his stupid lips. The kiss didn't last very long though, and Kohga found himself on his knees, pulling at Sooga’s belt in order to pull out his cock.

"W-wait what are you doing? What if someone sees us? We aren't exactly concealed-"

"Oh my god you're no fun-look, here."

Kohga put the cloth over his his cock, gesturing to him, as if he was a genius.

"Master Kohga this doesn't really-"

He was suddenly silenced by his lips around his head. Sooga wished he had more willpower to say no, but holy SHIT his Master had just...such a lovely mouth. He put his hand on his head, using the other to try to grip onto the wall behind him.

"I...s-suppose I can't very well tell you no, can I?"

Kohga chuckled as he pulled back a bit, probably because he really did find Sooga’s words amusing. Sooga checked the corner for a second, trying to see if anyone was looking. No one yet. But it'd be so easy to get caught. Someone, anyone to turn the corner and catch them-

"FUCK!!-"

Kohga apparently didn't like the fact that he was paranoid. He had suddenly taken him in fully, till he felt himself hit the back of his throat. Even Kohga didn't go this quickly. It'd normally take Sooga out of it, but something about them being able to get caught, something about the way the way the sun shined through the thin cloth; helping Sooga see the way his thick tongue savored his tongue.

"Alright. If you want me, you will have me."

Sooga grabbed his head with both hands, and after bucking his hips into his throat, he came. It felt good, watching as Kohga kept his eyes on him, the entire time he emptied down his throat. Sooga finally let go to let Kohga pull away, and Sooga tried not to be aroused by seeing the cum drip onto the sand below. Kohga chuckled.

"Take it you like this outfit, eh big guy?"

"I...I do. I should buy you more. In different colors. Maybe some earrings."

"Well I mean, if you INSIST."

Kohga chuckled, getting up, wrapping his arms around his neck, and pressing his lips against his. Even through the cloth, Sooga could still taste the bit of cum from his Master's mouth.

"Sooga what the hell has been-oh."

Revali stopped in place upon seeing them mid make out. Kohga pulled away from the kiss, resting his head on Sooga’s chest.

"Revali. So sweet of you for checking up on my man here. You got him all nice and warmed up for me, really appreciate it."

Revali glared him down for a second, before scoffing, and leaving. Sooga coiled a strand of his hair in between his finger.

"You don't like him looking at me, do you?"

"Absolutely the fuck not. You're mine, bird brain can suck it."

"I thought you DIDN'T want him to do that?"

"....I'm so fucking in love with you."