#song drabble

[localcanadiancreature62]

Animatic ideas/Song drabbles for Handyman Bill au Billford

@aaabatteryy Look at me making the resurrection aus idea that lead to us becoming mutuals into reality.

Another Believer from meet the robinsons/Bill's POV - Like think about it. It could be recontextualized into him trying to get Ford's trust again,cuz of the "i will make of you into another believer" part. The "Hello,i got something to tell you. But it's crazy,i've got something to show you" could be about Bill trying to apologize (plus confess his growing normal non toxic feelings for Ford) and also showing that he's going to change for the genius,the scene itself could be him trying to tell Ford about his real feelings but the man ignores him as he thinks it's a trick. "So give me just one more chance,one more glance. One more hand to hold" is pretty obvious with the triangle trying to make Ford give him a second chance and also try to make him look at him the way he used to again,and the "one more hand to hold" part is him wanting Ford to hold his hand and be with him again,the scene would be Bill attempting to convince Ford to give him another chance only for the man to turn his back on him. "Guess what? You got more than you bargained,Ain't it crazy? You got more than you paid for" would be about Bill mocking himself and saying that he bit off more than he can chew with his plan failing horribly while he ended up as a pathetic mortal triangle,the scene would be Bill basically hating himself as he chastises himself for going overboard with his own plan. "You've been on my mind (you've been on my mind),Though it may seem I'm fooling,Wasting so much time (wasting so much time)" is Bill obsessing over Ford but in a normal non toxic way and the "though it may seem i'm fooling" would be him acknowledging that Ford thinks that he's manipulating him again. "Wasting so much time" is Bill thinking that he's wasting his energy on a man that will NEVER come around but he still tries to get him back anyway.

Nuts from adventure time/Ford's POV - This is literally Ford being annoyed by Bill's persistent ass. "You're so annoying,you pitiful old man triangle,i'd like to help you but i don't know if i can" is Ford being frustrated by Bill's constant attempts to get him back while also wanting to help him recover and become normal but not knowing how considering that the triangle is stubborn to change and the scene would be him getting annoyed by Bill's "date" idea while simultaneously looking at him distantly as he knows that the triangle is only like this because of being very very troubled. "I thought you were nuts,but you're really really really nuts" is Ford discovering that Bill is more insane than he thought with his ever persistent attempts to get back together with him and the scene would be the genius rejecting all of Bill's advances as he gets more and more annoyed. "Every time i move eventually you find me and start hanging around. Just another lame excuse to see me,man it's getting me down" is Ford getting really pissed at the fact that Bill keeps following him everywhere and constantly going to his study just to see him,the scene would be Ford discovering Bill in his room in the kitchen where his Journal is etc while being incredibly exasperated by the triangle following him around like a lost dog. "You know i'm actually glad to see you. Maybe i'm the one who's *sigh* nuts." is Ford accepting that he missed the triangle after discovering him in his room again while realizing that he's crazy for STILL being attached to his former muse despite everything,the scene would be him finding Bill in his room again as he then kisses the unconscious drunk isosceles on the cheek.

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 I wanna be your girlfriend~

Loona x reader 」 ⋆｡˚

──˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips- I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath~

Loona isn't sure when exactly it started. All she knows is that she's fallen- and hard. Whenever you're talking the only thing she can focus on is your lips. She can't help but wonder how your voice would sound whispering soft "I love yous" in the dark.

~I don't wanna be your friend~

It was torture, trying to drop hints, trying to flirt (if you could call it that). Loona isn't used to this, and she doesn't know what to say or how to feel.

~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch~

Every day, Loona watches you, wishing she could just kiss you. Maybe not in front of everyone, but just knowing she has the option, knowing she has you. Maybe that line of thinking is a bit selfish, but even if it is, Loona can't be bothered. She wants more.

~And I wanna touch you, but not like this~

Loona doesn't want the brief brushes against your fingers, or a quick side-hug and a casual greeting.

~The look in your eyes, my hand between your thighs~

Too often, Loona is snapped out of her daydreams by mundane bullshit and the usual office shenanigans. Luckily, you were working today- and currently breaking up a fight between Moxxie and Blitzø.

~I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips- I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath~

She can't take it anymore. Loona decides: after work, she'll wait until the office is empty- and tell you how she feels.

~I don't wanna be your friend~

And when the moment comes; you're finally alone, standing by the door, her hand on yours. Loona can't meet your eye, but she asks the question anyway.

"You uh.. Wanna go out sometime.. With me?"

~Lose my breath~

──‎ ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[odditycircus-2002]

What If With MK1 Medusa!Reader

So I was listening to this banger on repeat and my creative writing juices started flowing.

We know from the Mortal Kombat tower endings and intros about Shao's plans to weaponize the Dragon King, Onaga. From what I've heard, one of the most powerful beings in Mortal Kombat History. When Shao uses Onaga, I imagine there will be a lot of death and destruction on a scale that not even Shao fathomed.

What came to mind with this song is Medusa!Reader sees all of this destruction that left so many dead and injured, their cries for help and to be saved breaking your heart and bringing tears to your eyes. So what if you have come across some tattered composition sheets on Shang Tsung's island? One that came with a warning about a long-forgotten deep sea monster slumbering at the bottom of the seas, its awakening meaning destruction for all and no guarantee for complete control of it. Y/N didn't dare to use it nor tell Mileena, Syzoth, or even Baraka. However, at the bloody climax of the war, Y/N feels as if her hand's forced. Y/N pulls out the ancient sheets and she sings.

Tentacles emerge from the seas, immediately latching on to Onaga and dragging him into the sea. The Dragon King seems to be struggling, so you continue to sing. You continue to sing even as you feel a dark energy start to make its way into your veins, slowly darkening your limbs and the scleras of your eyes. You continue to sing even as the long-dormant beast, a Kraken, starts to raise itself from the deep and causes a tsunami to overtake the battlefield, washing away both sides.

You will sing even as you start to look and become a demon, but you don't care. You will sing for the freedom of Outworld. You will continue singing this curse to stop Onaga. You will sing until you can finally silence the cries of the broken and the hurt. The weeping and wailing have gone on for far too long.

You continue to sing, not hearing the command of Empress Mileena or Supreme Commander Kitana telling you to stop. You can't stop; you keep singing like these cursed words are a hymn of reclamation. You continue to sing and shout as the Kraken gets into a brawl with Onaga, absorbing the bodies of the fallen into its being. You remain untouched by the chaos and mayhem and deaf to the cries of Baraka demanding you to see what you're doing.

You continue to sing your song of ruin.

Eh, just a random thought😁

[rissouu]

“the fuck are you doing, woman? you keep wakin’ me up,” sukuna woke up to your tossing and turning in bed. you’d been rolling around for the past hour now, not finding much comfort in the small breeze coming from the window. it was so god damn hot you felt like you were on fire.

the irritation in your boyfriends voice was clear, you almost felt bad for keeping him up, even if it wasn’t intentional. “‘m in pain ryo. i told you i started my period yesterday, my cramps are jus’ now showing up.”

your body was sprawled across the edge of the bed, a shaking mess. you couldn’t stop moving or the pain in your lower stomach would get even worse. you learned that over the many years of being cursed by this cycle all woman had to go through.

“tch,” he took one look at your shaking body through the darkness. the demon would never admit it, but he actually felt bad. he knew about women and how they usually endure this torture every month, but yours had never been this bad— from what he’s seen at least.

“y’think you’d feel better if i..” sukuna trailed off while staring at the pitch black ceiling. “cuddled you? i think that’s what they call it,” his hand played with the hem of your shirt. even though it was dark, he could still feel the gaze of your addicting eyes.

“you don’t have to ryo! i know that’s not your type of-”sukuna cut you off so quick, almost as if he already knew what you were going to say, and he didn’t want to hear it.

within a blink of an eye he gripped at your waist and pulled you closer to him, hands wrapped around you so tight that there was no room for escape. “shut up brat, n’ just let me do this for you.”

you gasped at the quick change in position, still shocked by how fast he moved. sukuna’s body heat was enough to put you at ease and before you knew it, the shaking had finally stopped.

it was probably because of the rather large hand rubbing at the skin of your lower stomach, or the soft hint of cologne engulfing your senses. you didn’t know what it was, but sukuna fixed your problem in an instant. the cramps were still there, coming and going here and there but they weren’t as painful anymore.

maybe now he could finally get some damn sleep.

©rissouu 2024 :D

[warriorslantern]

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! He is silent as the king turns and walks away. The onyx simian stares at his back, letting the other move away from him. His tail twitches once behind him.

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! The king stops moving, and the shadow can now see his side profile as he looks at one of the younger members of the troop. He watches as the young chestnut-colored monkey grabs onto the ruler's hand, holding it close to their breast. “My king,” they say with awe and love, and it…

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! It makes him fucking sick.

Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus! He thinks back to the weight in his pocket, handed to him by a smiling face surrounded in the darkness given by their hood. How their fingers brushed over his hands longer than they should have. “Take your destiny.” They uttered, commanded him to take what was rightfully his.

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy He stands at a cliff, and the choice to go back is getting further, and further away. He can forget about this, and go back to how things were. Was this what he truly wanted? Could he just settle with being a simple being to not be grand?

So with a heavy heart No. He will not.

I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy The king does not expect his betrayal, the artifact works perfectly. Too perfectly. It only solidifies that what he is doing must be right. If the king is weak enough to be taken down…he should not be the leader, the grandfather of the troop.

My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me Golden ichor coats his hands, and bared teeth do nothing to stop the giggle that spills from his lips. But he tastes the salt amongst the copper of the blood. This must be done, it is for the best. He is the best.

“Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy,” the words slip from him as he stares down at the other. He lifts his stained hands, droplets of the blood of a god falling to the ground that opens up for them.

“I, too, have a destiny,” he murmurs, he does. He DOES. It’s his turn now, he’s earned it. He DESERVES THIS.

This death will be art It will, it WILL be. The king will be gone and it will be only himself to take his rightful place. He will finish what they started and bring greatness to their people. Can the brainless one not see this? That this is how it must be?

The people will speak of this day from near and afar He will be a legend. He will get to have a slice of the spoils. No one will forget this, no one will ever be able to.

This event will be history, and I'll be great too He will get everything he deserves and this event will be seared into the mind of every being on this damnable mountain.

“I don't want what you have,” He trails his hands over his face, smearing the blood across his tear-stained cheeks. His words become guttural, a scream that bursts from his chest and very being. He rips his hands down, features shifting to mirror the king before him. “I want to be you!”

[lovefordyingstars]

take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

death (mentioned), blood word count // 600 series // kingdom of myth characters // cordelia, constantine

It had taken three months to get a lead on the missing students, and the first one they’d found had been nothing but a dead body in a warehouse. Now the trail was cold once more. As Cordelia stared down at the letters from her father she wondered if he’d ever felt so dejected. 

So useless. 

Her eyes were blurry, focused only on his auroras and sad prose. He had a habit of including random lines of poetry in his writing, lines he suspected she might enjoy, it always made her smile in the past, but now she felt the words mocking her.

I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet, 'cause I haven't moved in years

She felt it now, the roots growing over her like she was stuck in place, there was nothing but a chasm in her heart that stretched forever and made her feel lost to time. Her walls were covered in news articles and missing person posters, scraps of paper with leads scribbled on them and napkins pinned up with ideas. 

“Don’t give up on me now Vesp.” Constantine's voice was like a pair of shears, cutting all the weeds holding her down. 

“Not giving up, just thinking.” she snipped, the sun was going to be setting in little under an hour, why was he visiting her now? 

“Good, then come on.” Whatever expression she made had him chuckling, a fist knocking against her door frame as he turned around. “We’re going to the lake, over the hills, I’ll explain why when we get there.” 

Who was she to argue against his whims? 

She complained the whole trip there.

The sun was dipping below the horizon as they reached the top of the valley, the tops named the Windermere peaks for the way the winds caught against them, and often made pleasant hums during particular times of the day.

The crystal lake sat in the middle, so clear that despite going hundreds of feet down, you could see almost to the bottom from even atop the hills.

"Down there, let's stop at the shore." 

"Oh yes, let's sit down where sea monsters are waiting to grab us by the ankles," she complained but followed him down the slope. They had to watch each step carefully.

"Technically, lake monsters," he countered and she snorted, but whatever retort would be made was lost as the rocks from beneath them both gave out. 

What would have been a fun climb down turned into tumbling and cursing as they tried to regain footing with the ground crashing around them. Whatever magic might have been used would have been impossible with Cordelia's concentration on not breaking her neck. 

When they finally stopped her arm was laying in the cool water of the lake. Constantine coughed, but it quickly turned into a ragged laugh. "Guess we took the express route." 

Cor groaned, the water was becoming muddy with her blood from all the cuts, and Coss didn't look much better with blood flowing down his temple and hands. 

"You have a horrible sense of humor," she sat up and took a deep breath, deciding to use the water or the lake to cleanse the wounds. The water was uncontaminated, so other than water lake monsters were polluting it, they'd be fine. 

Probably. 

They worked in silence for a while, the winds humming, the sounds of the water splashing against them, and their own deep breaths. It was peaceful. 

"So why'd you bring me here?" She finally asked after they'd been laying in the fading sun for a while, Coss using his magic to slowly heal their cuts and bruises.

"This is why, not to make you fall, though it was a bonus." She hit him for that and he fell back with a smile. "But to get you out of your own head, you've been so focused on this case that you've started to spiral, this is me, helping." She smiled and laid back next to him, watching the last bit of light disappear from the sky. He had a weird way of helping.

[iannmin]

fwop! | s.mg 송민기

tags + warnings: breeding kink, size training, size kink, merciless!mingi x small!reader, drabble

synopsis: oops. mingi’s patience has run out.

a/n: size training with mingi is no joke 😵‍💫 it’s definitely gonna take a while to get use to his size

the bedsheet’s a mess. mingi manhandles your petite form, sitting you on top of his upper thighs. he uses both of his hand to hold your waist firmly in place, trapping you within his embrace,,, and oh gosh, his huge hands manage to cover your entire waistline perfectly. “mmm… my gosh… princess you’re so small, so helpless, aren’t you? it’s time to train that little hole of yours” he lifts your hips to align his girthy length against your entrance and that’s when your eyes goes wide (OJO). “no…mingi…won’t fit…”

he doesn’t listen anyways.

fwop! he slams the entire length into your heat at once, and you couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched scream “nnnngh! mingi…s’big! too big! m’gonna break…” your small fingers were helplessly gripping onto his shoulders as he slowly lifts up your hips right at his tip and quickly slams it back down again. that was enough to send your entire body writhing and shaking against his strong grip. “nu-uh, no running away this time princess, it’s time to give that tight pussy the breeding it deserves”

<3 (p.s. fwop! fwop! fwop! was all that could be heard for the next few minutes heh)

[nikkento-writes]

Being married for years now, it’s standard practice to subject Nanami to whatever pop hit of the week you’re currently obsessed with. And by obsessed, you mean repeating it over and over and over again until he finds himself humming the chorus on the train ride to work, even though he’s alone and the song isn’t even playing.

The two of you are driving back home after spending the weekend at your parent’s house. You’re singing the lyrics out loud, staring out the window with a cheerful smile on your face. He holds your hand on the center console, fingers interlocked, while he steers the wheel with his other. After memorizing these godforsaken lyrics beyond his own will, he finally asks, “What is this song even about?”

You turn to face him, lowering the volume, giving him a lousy answer. “It’s about bed chem!” He glances over at you, looking for you to elaborate, which you don’t. All you do is repeat, “Bed chem, Kento. Bed chem!”

He chuckles, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at whatever ridiculous slang the new generation is using nowadays. “Bed chem?”

You clear your throat, preparing yourself to give him the definition like some sort of spelling bee judge. “Bed chem. Having really good chemistry in the bedroom. Being sexually compatible. Matching each other’s freak. Bed chem.”

Nanami doesn’t even want to ask you to elaborate on the last example. “Is this what the youths are calling it nowadays?”

You giggle, squeezing his hand gently. “I guess so.”

He pulls into the driveway, foot on the brake as he reaches for the garage door opener, pressing it. “So what about us?”

You eye him suspiciously as he enters slowly. “What do you mean?”

He turns the car off, closing the garage door behind you. “Do we have bed chem?”

“I don’t think we’d be together this long if we didn’t,” you laugh, gazing into his eyes.

“Hm, I don’t know,” he hums, leaning closer, lips grazing your ear. “Do I pick you up? Pull them down?” His hand slides underneath your skirt, fingers teasing your clothed pussy.

“Kento,” you breathe out, spreading yourself wider in the seat, loving the way he rubs you through your panties.

“Do I talk so sweet when I’m doing bad things?” He hooks the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down your thighs, pressing a finger directly to your throbbing clit. “Is that bed chem?”

You’re too entranced by his seduction to tell him how impressed you are that he knows the lyrics. Nodding, you whimper, “Yes,” taking his fingers until you come with his name pouring out of your mouth in breathy moans.

It doesn’t take you long to reiterate to Nanami that the two of you do in fact have “bed chem”; you ride him in the driver’s seat, making him spill his creampie inside you with his tongue stuck down your throat, further proving your point. Though, a simple reminder doesn’t hurt one bit.

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Reactions Masterlist

Unless specified, I write a mix of idol!ateez and non-idol!ateez for reactions.

You breaking up with him as a prank.

You run away. (Mafia!Ateez)

You dancing with another male idol in front of him on a show.

You want to take a break after an argument. 

You faint.(idol!reader)

Saying something hurtful to you during an argument.(Mafia!Ateez)

You catch him cheating on you.

Your friend tries to flirt with him.

Overhearing and misunderstanding something you said.

Rumors of you dating another idol. (idol!reader)

Disapproving of you smoking. 

You make out with your co-star for a movie/drama.

Your ex wants you back. 

You ask him to buy pads. (Text version)

You get injured.(celeb!reader)

You ignore him as a prank.

Watching an erotic movie with you.

Finding a positive pregnancy test (but it isn’t yours).

You come home late after an argument. (Mafia!Ateez)

You’re his bestfriend and you kiss him/he kisses you. 

“I had a dream about you . . . you were my sleep paralysis demon.” (Text Version)

You call him a “friend.”

You tell him to sleep on the couch after an argument.

He accuses you of cheating on him. (Mafia!Ateez)

Sitting on their lap during a bumpy car ride.

He finds out you’re a spy from his rival gang. (Mafia!Ateez)

You prank him with lyrics. (Text version)

Someone hitting on you. (Mafia!Ateez)

He finds out that he has a child. (Mafia!Ateez, Dad!Ateez)

He gives you an inkigayo sandwich. (Idol!Reader)

You wearing their clothes.

Being on the same show as you. (idol!reader)

You being affectionate/horny when drunk.

You’re his / he’s your wallpaper.

You kiss him out of the blue.

Confessing your / his feelings after an arranged marriage. (Mafia!Ateez, arranged marriage au)

His child interrupts him during a meeting / work. (Mafia!Ateez, Dad!Ateez)

You’re his love interest for a movie/drama.

Leading him/you on as a prank.

[pixlpxie]

He loves mirror sex. He will watch how good he fucks you and it will get him even harder as he sees how well he is doing

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧? | 𝐒𝐌𝐆 ♡

Day Three - Dry humping/Clothed Sex

【Synopsis】 : There were rules Mingi needed to follow, but had the tendency to break them.

『Word count』 : 711

-> Genre: College au. Smut 

Pairing: fratboy!Mingi x Fem!Reader

[Warnings] : Dry humping. Clothed sex. Kissing. Swearing. Getting caught.

Networks: @wonderlandnet @atzhouse @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity

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Mingi was restless. It had been just under an hour since his two roommates had gotten back to their apartment. He had snuck you in only twenty minutes prior. And truth be told, he didn’t mean to break house rules number one. No partners at the dorm. But he couldn’t help it. It had been weeks since he saw you, and your roommates weren't exactly fond of Mingi since the last time he was over at your place. So he pulled you in, whisking you away to his room without so much as a peep. His lips never left yours once his door was closed.

God, just the sheer idea of you being in his little safe space made his heart do back flips. The way he had you spread out like his own little guilty buffet on his king bed got him growling. His clothes cock snuggle against your aching cunt, grinding closely. One of his large hands held the back of your neck and the other felt along your covered breasts. He bit down on your swollen lip, swallowing any of your whimpers. The friction from the rough thrusts of his hips heightened the anticipation between both of you. He was so close to you, yet not close enough. Your body felt like it was on fire, burning lowly in the pit of your tummy. His grunts made your head spin, wrapping your legs tighter around Mingi’s waist, trying to tease the slow build-up of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby…” Mingi groaned, his cock twitching painfully in his jeans. He could feel the heat of your core spilling onto him, his mind running rampant as he felt you clench around nothing against him. The layers of fabric were adding the perfect element of restraint. Drawing on the anticipation, making the eventual removal of clothing even more exhilarating. But there was also something so sensual about it. Something so purely desperate. “I think I’m going to cum baby.”

“Min!!” You yelped as your lover boy bit down on your exposed neck. Your hand went to cover your mouth, but Mingi’s one beat you to it. You felt dizzy, like your brain had fogged over, and the way Mingi held you in place using you as his own little humping toy got you craving for more. The fabric of your jeans sliding against your stick, wet panties was perfect. Your sensitive clit throbbing, aching to be touched properly. You could feel sweat build up on your forehead and as Mingi continued to bite, suck and lick his way across your jugular, you couldn’t help but feel so close to the edge. “hmm..mimm.”

Your words fell flat as Mingi kept your mouth nice and shut. He didn’t want his friends hearing you, of course. “Come on, baby. You're gonna be good and cream all in your shorts. Come on, make a mess.” His low whisper in your ear got tears prickling in your eyes. Your slick had already seeped through your shorts and onto Mingi’s jeans, but neither of you seemed to mind. In fact, you both welcomed it. He released your mouth from his hold, bringing his plump lips to yours once again. He swallowed your moans, moving his hand from your breast to grab a hold of your hand that was clinging onto the bed sheets. Your fingers interlock as he cages you tightly with his large frame. His hips quickened, adding the perfect stimulation to your nub, just the right amount to tip you over the edge.

Mingi came shortly after, spilling his white liquid into his boxers. Shivering from the aftershock, his hips slowed until finally coming to a complete stop. Your heartbeat was ringing in your ear along with heavy panting. You've never felt more dirty ever, and you were still fully clothed. Mingi’s lips found yours once again, gifting you a soft, longing kiss. One of passion, unlike the previously rougher ones. He pulled away about to speak when suddenly a knock at his door made both of your hearts drop.“Mingi I need your suggestions on a—.” Mingi’s roommate San stood at the door shocked to see his friend had broken their sacred rule…”What the fuck?!”

—

© 𝐉𝐚𝟑𝐡𝐰𝐚. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost, or use my work in any way, shape, or form.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑁𝑂 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐴 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑍 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑆. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐿𝑌.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

James “and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like ‘I love you’” Potter

[thatstonedwriter]

⋆｡˚ 「 Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy~

Fizzaroli x Asmodeus 」 ⋆｡˚

◉ Warnings; some suggestive themes, references to substances

──˙•˚∘✮🌙ᯓ🪐˙•˚∘ ──

~Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 o'clock)~

Fizz eagerly pats on foundation, and carefully slips into his date-night suit. Tonight, he and Ozzie are heading to an exclusive restaurant in the Gluttony Ring, and Fizz couldn't be more excited.

Of course, Asmodeus' status means he and Fizzarolli receive the most luxurious treatment. They're seated in a private back room with dim lights, and are surrounded by elegant pearl-white curtains decorated with dark pink embroidery and beads.

~I will pay the bill, you taste the wine~

The two take full advantage of being in the Gluttony Ring, enjoying fancy food and wines. The pair quickly gets inebriated, giggling and flirting shamelessly.

After the wine tastings, the multi-course meals, and enjoying the night life, pair is ready to head back home, and so Asmodeus hails transportation back to the Lust Ring.

~Driving back in style, in my saloon, will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours, that will be fine~

Of course, the ride home is so boring, so Asmodeus and Fizz take interest in each other; kissing and canoodling in the back seat of the cab Asmodeus summoned.

Once they're back home, Fizz giddily stumbles through the front door, Asmodeus not far behind.

~Ooh, love (there he goes again) Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh)~

Fizz and Ozzie settle in on a love seat in Asmodeus' bedroom, turning on the TV for background noise as they snuggle into each other's embrace.

~Everything's all right, just hold on tight That's because I'm a good old-(fashioned, fashioned) lover boy~

──‎ ˙•˚∘✮ 🔭๋࣭ᯓ🌙˙•˚∘ ──

[jjunieworld]

EYES ROLL ˒˒ 송민기

in which your boyfriend mingi begs you to climb on top of him while having sex and ride him until he finishes.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ song mingi x fem!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 none!

genre﹙📄﹚⸝⸝⸝ pure smut, established relationship

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ unprotected sex (safety first!), handjob, some dom/sub dynamics(?), riding, creampie, petnames (baby), some praise

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ going feral for mingi after how good he looked at coachella like i’m clawing at the bars on my enclosure at how everybody was looking at my man… this was inspired by the song eyes roll by gidle! ♡ love my girls,,, i hope you enjoy!! all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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mingi kept shifting in front of you as you continuously pumped up and down on his cock. the two of you were on your shared bed, you between mingi’s outstretched legs. you were supposed to be in the middle of an argument right now, but you couldn’t resist how sexy mingi was when he was mad.

soft moans escaped his lips and filled your ears, which turned you on even more. you looked up at mingi with a raised eyebrow and started pumping him more slowly, “are you trying to hold it in?” mingi responded with a barely audible whimper and you let go of him completely.

“p-please, baby, i need to feel you around me,” mingi whined as he took your hands and pulled you towards him. you ended up straddling him, his stiff cock brushing against your bare stomach. instead of replying, you glared at him.

“it’s not the same when it’s just your hand, and you know i can barely cum without you wrapped around me,” mingi tried to justify. you sighed and rolled your eyes at him.

mingi cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb across it softly, “are you still mad? sorry, baby, i didn’t mean—“ you cut him off by placing your hands flat on his chest and pushing him down on the bed. you climbed further up him and grabbed his cock to line up up with your wet entrance.

“shut up,” you hissed. you didn’t want to hear about the reason the two of you were arguing before. all you wanted in this moment was to feel mingi’s cum fill you up. slowly, you sank down inch by inch onto him and felt how he stretched out your pussy.

mingi’s hand came to your hips and he gripped them tightly to get you to start moving. placing your hands on his chest again, you started rocking back and forth at a steady pace. mingi cursed lowly under his breath as he watched you look down at him.

you whimpered from how good he felt inside you and the power trip of you looking down on him made you move faster. it didn’t take long for mingi to fall apart, he was already halfway there from just your hand anyway. his warm cum poured into you as you rode him, the white liquid creating creamy wet sounds.

“a-ah… fuck,” mingi murmured and threw his head back onto the pillows. he already pissed you off today, and you two definitely weren’t leaving this bed until you had your release too. “you feel so good,” mingi added lowly.

your pussy clenched around him and you pushed your thighs tighter together around his hips. your fingernails dug into his chest and you made your hips keep moving, throwing your head back at the overwhelming sensations taking over your body.

the rope finally snapped and your warm cum dripped down mingi’s softening cock and onto his lower stomach as you slid off of him. you laid down onto his chest and his arms came to wrap around your back. “are we okay now?” mingi asked sheepishly.

you giggled a little, “fine… i guess we are.” mingi accepted your answer and pressed sweet kisses onto your hairline. he was lucky you were so nice.

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

almost sweet music

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only, smut, thigh job, clit rubbing, brief tit play, childhood friends to lovers, kinda somnophilia?

your eyes are open, but they might as well be closed as you look at nothing but pure darkness. you shift ever so slightly, pressing further into rafes hold.

it's not the first time you've shared a bed. he's been your friend for years, and you used to have sleepovers every weekend before your bodies developed and it became awkward.

you would still occasionally fall asleep in rafes bed, usually when the movie he picked to watch was too boring, or when you were waiting around for him and ended up taking a nap enveloped in his scent.

tonight is different. even when you share a bed, rafe never cuddles so close to you like this. yeah, you'll wake up with your head on his chest or a leg slung over his, but rafe is pressed right against your back.

his chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, but you can't tell for certain if he's asleep or just relaxed having you against him.

you close your eyes, relaxing back into his hold. his soft breath fans over your shoulder, barely covered by your tank top strap.

you're about to fall asleep when you feel something poking you. your eyes open again, wider this time as rafes hip press forward.

his obvious erection grinds against your ass, slow movements fooling you into believing rafe must be asleep still, body acting on its own, much like yours does when you seek him out in your sleep.

rafe let's out a soft moan, then a mumble of your name, and now you're certain he must be awake since you've never heard him sleep talk before.

his hips begin to move faster, like he's testing out how far he can take it before you wake up. how much movement will it take for you to stir, testing how much he can get away with.

you stiffen for a brief moment before relaxing again. you squeeze your eyes shut as you try to keep your breathing regular. you don't want rafe to stop. 

to others, it's been a clear (and long) game you've been playing, both pining after each other while claiming to just be best friends. this is the first time rafe has shown any clear evidence to you of his sexual attraction. what you don't see is his longing looks whenever your back is turned, or the way he's quick to go after any guy who looks at you for a little too long.

you let out a silent curse in your head. of course he's only doing this because he thinks your asleep as he moves faster against you, barriers of fabric in the way but not stopping his light moans, almost sweet music against your ears.

you wonder how long he's been pushing up against you before it woke you up. you consider your options. sit here silently, let him cum in his pants, or take action, show you're awake, and change your life forever.

you're done with the game as you reach down, startling rafe as he lets out a curse, but you simply pull your shorts down along with your underwear, revealing your bare ass as you spread your thighs, pussy on show and already starting to get wet.

you wait for rafe to continue. when it's clear he won't, you reach behind your back to pull his cock out of his pajama pants.

rafe follows your motions, taking your lead and going as far as you will allow as you rub his cock through your folds before closing your thighs around him.

“keep going.” you say. 

the words is all the encouragement rafe needs as he begins to thrust, the slick between your thighs growing as he pushes against you.

a hand that was holding you close to him travels to your pussy, rubbing you with a single finger, the pad rough against your sensitive clit.

the sound of slapping skin is a telltale sign of what is happening in the dark, as rafes hips meet your ass with every thrust.

you long for him to press into your cunt, but you know you need to have an actual discussion about what this is before allowing him to fuck you properly. the thighs will have to do.

rafe rubs faster, with a clear purpose as his cock swells. you can tell he's not far off, and the pure excitement from finally being with rafe also has your high growing.

you press further into his chest as your thighs squeeze together as tight as you can force them, letting out a moan when rafe spills, cum spurting through the gap onto the bed sheet.

he leaves his cock to soften between your legs as his finger keeps working on you, free hand coming to grab your chest over your shirt, hand possessively gripping your tits until your back arches, a strangled moan leaving your lips as you cum.

rafes hands disappear from off of you. you turn to face him, but can't see his expression.

“im-im sorry.” his words are enough for you to pinpoint where his mouth is as you lean in, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss.

“we can talk about it in the morning.” you say, tucking yourself back into his side. “we will cuddle and sleep and be in a much clearer headspace.”

rafe hesitates for a second before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a soft smile on his face as your breathing returns to normal, not allowing himself to fall asleep until he hears your gentle snores.

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[323cutie]

so we've already talked abt kissing woosan... have u guys ever thought about kissing yungi.

because kissing yunho sends you to another dimension. he's more casual than sensual with his kisses, more likely to give you little pecks and smooches rather than take every kiss slow. but he's sweet -- he likes to use kisses as a form of payment. you want him to switch the laundry? one kiss, please. you want him to run and grab your favorite drink? hmm, that might cost you two... you know that he'll do these things for you anyways, but you also know that you both love indulging each other. not to say that you only get sweet, cute kisses. yunho just reserves the slower kisses for intimate moments alone with you. there's something different about him here, something that automatically commands your attention and obedience. he determines the pace, the vibe -- a hand on your neck, always, holding you steady. and, ugh, he really is a tease, the way he laughs at your little noises, murmuring to you about how bad you want his kiss. heavy, deep, half-lidded eyes watching as you chase his lips when he pulls away even just for a second... he doesn't stop you, though. and when he pushes forward to kiss you again, even harder, you don't stop him either.

kissing mingi leaves you breathless. he's just so happy to have you close to him, he'd probably do whatever you asked. eager, but not necessarily in a rush. he always, always holds you tight, arms wrapped all the way around you. even if you're planning on a quick peck, he's prepared to hold you close to him for a while. he rarely ever lets you get away with just one kiss, and if you try to pull away before he's got his fill (which is never, really) he whines. he's not above begging, either. he asks for more, wants you to stay close, wants to feel you just a little bit longer. he manages to calm himself down when you're out and about, but often he tends to back you into a secluded corner just so you can have your way with him. and you can't say no to him! it's impossible when he's giving you puppy eyes and pouting. so you indulge mingi in what you know you both want, and after he's decided that maybe he can let you go, he spends another long while pressing little kisses all over your face. it's ritual, at this point -- your forehead, your temples, each of your cheeks, your nose, then one final kiss on your lips (that always threatens to send you back to where you started). you're both giggling by the end of it, lovestruck and spineless.