#sorry i got carried away m

[tteokdoroki]

I think Nagi buys the white freezie flavour unironically. Like during the summer you can catch him on the couch, criss-cross apple sauce with a cream soda freezie hanging outta his mouth.

omg you’re so right !!! during the summer nagi is always seen with the white ice pops — sucking on them lazily while he plays his mobile games around the house. i think he’d have all the white flavours like coconut, pina colada, vanilla milk, cream soda !! nagi core fr !! and they literally drip everywhere cause he’s a slow eater too, so everything he touches gets sticky with the juices from the frozen treat. he’ll always whine to you and complain about it so you end up having to wipe his lips or his phone so he doesn’t lose the game :( he’s such a baby

nooo cause picture nagi leaning forward against your kitchen counters, shirtless because of the heat with his bangs clipped back out of his face — lips curled around the ice pop while he attempts to beat the game on his phone with one hand but he’s making such a mess so he’s all pouty about it when you wander into the room.

“you’re gonna have to put one of those down, sei.” you tell him while you go into the fridge for a drink.

his phone will make a noise and sei just slumps over for a second in defeat. then he’ll like bite a bit off of the freezie and then look at you, abandoning his phone to wrap himself around you despite how hot it is. “mnnh, doesn’t matter. lost anyways. ‘m gonna finish this.” then nagi swoops down (he’s so tall im insane) to press a sticky kiss to your mouth n you squeak in shock because his lips are cold !! and when you pull away he’s all lazy smirks and hazy eyes like “which freezie do i taste like?”

“uh…coconut?” you can’t even think!!! cause this man knows exactly how to kiss you senseless so casually — it’s like his super power or something.

“wrong, s’cream soda, dummy. pay attention.” nagi kisses you again but even slower with his cold tongue rolling over your warmer one so you can taste the freezie on him and he gradually stands to his full height to push the fridge closed and pin you against it — making you chase his mouth hungrily, eager for more sugar from him. “keep on kissin’ me, angel, gonna haf’ta share the rest of this freezie with you.”

[atdawn]

— Merlin 3.04 (Gwaine)

[jiiniix]

Trick or treat! *Holds out plastic pumpkin treat bucket*

enjoy!! VvV

[stormyoceans]

what do you think happened on morkday's shopping trip that cause day to wander off the streets by himself? i think he was tryna get help after seeing mork get beaten up...?

OKAY SO. first of all im already gonna apologize because instead of giving you a short and direct answer like any normal person would, im taking this chance to present my entire theory about what's gonna happen. please scroll down to the tl;dr at the end to save yourself from my clownery ;;;;;;

that being said, here's what i think the timeline is gonna be. the trailer has shown us a shot of mork wearing an ankle tracker, so i think everything starts with this:

it's still hard to see even if i've brightened it up a little, but here you have phorjai crying and mork behind bars wearing his mechanic clothes. i think before our story starts, mork did something to land him in jail, most likely for beating someone up like it's hinted in the trailer. i also think mork going to jail is the reason he and phorjai break up: he probably thinks she deserve better, and as much as she loves him, it's hard to be with someone who's not there. at the beginning of the show, mork probably gets paroled (hence the ankle tracker), which however comes with two essential conditions: 1) finding a stable job, and 2) good behavior. people aren't very inclined to hire an ex-convict tho, so mork keeps getting rejected

it's probably why mork barged in so aggressively when he thought they weren't allowing him to take an interview: if he doesn't get a job, he's gonna go back to jail. and that's when he meets day. day who can't see the ankle tracker around his ankle (and probably wouldn't care about it even if he could) and who isn't put off by his rough behaviour

so mork gets a job and manages to stay (mostly) out of trouble, until at some point he and day are out shopping and the worst happens: someone probably ends up provoking mork in some way, or maybe even tries to go for day, and even if he should know better at that point, mork reacts. badly. and beating up someone (which is what most likely landed him in jail the first time) in broad daylight in a public space with tons of people as witnesses is very much the wrong thing to do

i honestly wouldn't be surprised if someone called the cops and mork got arrested once again. now think about day in this situation. day who can't see what's happening and who we know, from the oishi honey lemon 0% sugar video we got, doesn't even have his cane to help him walk around because he was fully relying on mork's guidance. he's suddenly gonna find himself completely alone amidst the chaos, in a place he's not familiar with and with no way to tell where he should go or where mork is (and isn't that gonna make mork feel so devastatingly guilty)

so yeah, tl;dr: i think during the fight mork and day are gonna get separated, and day is gonna slightly panic trying to find mork again and navigate the place without any type of guidance

[lalizah]

1, 2, 3 for NatexLiz // 4,5,6 for MasonxLiz beloveds, please! 🥰 (~agentnatesewell)

Hello lovely!!! Happy to see you here ahhh!

For Nate x Liz:

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

For Liz, it was definitely Nate being all charming and not being an ass lol. They started out as friends though, and even if Liz thought he was strikingly attractive, she felt fine being friends and didn't think about it further.

For Nate, it was just general attraction. I think he felt more attracted after the Reveal and how Liz sought him out the most afterwards. Her openness, expressive and easy-going nature drew him in, especially since he struggles with letting someone see all of him.

2. Does this change over time? What things do they find “hot” about their partner after they’ve been together for some time, and have had more time to, well, notice and appreciate?

Nate fell first, and Liz fell harder haha. Liz loves the way everything changes around him, it becomes softer, kinder, and brighter. The way he appreciates things, people, and their experiences. His curiosity and how he listens to her like everything she's saying is absolutely important. The little things he'll do to get closer, to be nearer, and unbeknownst to him, his intoxicating presence, which drives her crazy while his hand on hers keeps her tethered.

Nate finds anything Liz does hot lol. He loves her little rituals with things and feels trusted when she asks him to be with her with things she'd otherwise do alone.

3. By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh…I adore them…”

For Liz, it was when they had the conversation about him leaving before Murphy kidnapped her. She didn't realise how painful not seeing him would be until then. And when they met again at the warehouse, how he missed her just as much as she missed him. She didn't know it was love then, but she also knew that she wouldn't feel this way about anyone else.

For Nate, it was the carnival, where they had their fake date. He knew he wanted more dates, more of just them together.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

For Mason x Liz:

4. Does this change over time? What will always reliably make them melt with how much they adore the other character?

Liz melts when Mason cares and kind of stumbles over showing it lol. She knows he's trying, and it makes her adore him all the more.

Mason loves it when Liz finds ways to make things easier for him. Bringing a mini fan and umbrella in the summer, an extra coat and scarf (he's got his own collection of all of her scarves but he's not returning them anytime soon) when it's cold, evenings spent away from the town and just in nature.

5.How do they consciously realize that they like the other character? Does it take them a while?

Both of them are dumbasses when it comes to love lol. But I think they realise it at the same time, that this isn't just friendship or what they feel for the others on the team, it's more. It's unbearable for Mason to not have Liz at his side and unfathomable for Liz to want anyone but him.

6. How do they react to the realization that they like the other character? Is it an “oh my god I’m never going to think about this again” thing, or are they pretty comfortable with it?

Mason's pretty chill until Felix tells him he actually has to tell Liz, lol. The confession has him worrying a bit (and maybe, even though he won't admit it, the thought that she might not want him the way he wants her) but he's put out of his misery when Liz just confesses. Liz is pretty comfortable with it and definitely happy. She showed up to her daily sparring session with a smile on her face instead of the look of dread and it had Ava concerned and Nat amused.

ahhh these were so fun to answer, thank you for sending them in lovely!

[gabbysdawsons]

⌨️ + badlands!!

Below her feet the raptors twitched and arched their necks, peering up at them through the grate with their amber eyes. Cody gripped the railing as she leaned over to get a better look at them. The back of her vest tightened, and she glanced over her shoulder to see that Owen had grabbed a handful of the fabric in his fist, presumably to keep her from toppling over the edge again. He hardly seemed to notice he was doing it, as he continued to mess around with Blue's chart.

The raptors preened, and bobbed their heads about, and Cody couldn't help but grin in amazement. As she did every time she laid eyes on the magnificent dinosaurs.

"Have you ever noticed how they look like ostriches?"

Owen swiveled around to look at her.

"What?"

also asked by @witchofinterest!

[revengesworn]

Mikey can feel himself shaking.

He hates it. This weakness - this fear and the heart-pounding terror that, at times like these,  always emerges from so deep in his core that it feels like it defines him. He’s supposed to be strong. How can he be a leader when he can’t carry the people he loves through their pain and beyond? He can barely even manage to stand on his own two feet, let alone protect the people he cares about.

He’s always been weak, and he’s always hated the weak. The weak can’t do a thing. If they just tried a little harder, fought a little more, then they’d be able to protect themselves and the people they love... but they don’t even try. The weak make excuses, and bring nothing but misery to those around them, and there’s no-one out there weaker than Mikey.

He can lie, and deny it to himself, but... at times like these, he knows the truth.

But that doesn’t mean he’ll accept it. No matter how much it hurts, he’ll stop his body from shaking and put a smile on his face as if nothing is wrong... because Baji deserves it, after all - he’s the one who really suffered here.

As he enters the hospital room, Mikey feels his heart come to a stop. It’s just for a moment, as he sets eyes on Baji - who’s alive, he’s not dead; oh god he could’ve died too - but a barely-strained smile forms on his face regardless. He’s scared, because he doesn’t know if Baji will be happy to see him. But..

“Baji. ...You really scared everyone, you know.”

@prxenuntius​ ( starter for baji! )

[wiinestories]

closed starter for @shelbysdevil | tommy x agatha.

Heels clicked sharply against the marble concrete, the rhythm steady, confident, as though each step held purpose. The sound echoed faintly before softening when her boots crossed the threshold onto the green expanse of the field. The leather creaked slightly with the shift in terrain, but she didn’t slow her pace. Ahead of Agatha stretched the ample, windswept field, the horizon just barely meeting the haze of the city beyond. This assignment shouldn’t be too tricky to handle. In theory, at least. Her mission was clear: gather information, infiltrate the Shelby family. Get close enough to understand their world without being devoured by it. Simple, on paper. But anyone with half a brain knew that no one got close to the Shelbys without consequences. They were a family with a reputation as sharp as the blades they wielded, as untouchable as the empire they’d built brick by brick.

Agatha adjusted the brim of her hat, its wide edges casting a shadow over her soft features as she surveyed the pristine stables. The air was rich with the scent of hay and leather, a familiar comfort that steadied her nerves. Horses had always been her domain—graceful, powerful creatures she understood better than most people. This assignment leaned heavily on that expertise, a calculated move by the Black Vultures. They knew she’d blend seamlessly into the equestrian world, her knowledge convincing enough to disarm even the sharp-eyed Shelbys. Her new name—Selene Harrington—rolled around in her head like an unfamiliar melody. It was elegant, wealthy, and believable. She wasn’t just playing a role; she had to become Selene Harrington, a woman whose wealth and prestige matched her love for horses. A woman the Shelbys would welcome, not suspect.

She adjusted the silk scarf at her neck, her fingers steady despite the storm brewing beneath the surface. To the outside world, she was Selene—a woman of refinement, poised and unshakable. To the Shelbys, she’d be an opportunity: a wealthy horse owner looking to collaborate, invest, or simply talk shop. But beneath the fine clothing and the practiced smile, Agatha was acutely aware of the danger. The Shelbys weren’t fools. They were predators, every bit as dangerous as the Black Vultures, if not more. Thomas Shelby in particular was known for sniffing out lies like a bloodhound. If he sensed even the slightest inconsistency in her story, the entire plan would unravel—and so would she. Still, she’d done her research. She knew their interests, their connections in the horse racing world, and the gaps in their operations that a woman like Selene could conveniently fill. She wasn’t just walking into their den unarmed; she was prepared. Every word, every gesture, every glance had been rehearsed until it felt natural.

The sound of tires on cobblestones pulled her attention. A sleek black car had arrived in the distance, its occupants likely unaware that Selene Harrington was already waiting to greet them. Agatha took a deep breath, her lips curving into a practised smile that held just the right balance of charm and disinterest. As the car came to a halt, she stepped forward, the picture of confidence, her boots clicking against the stone with every deliberate step. The Shelbys would come to see her as an ally, an asset. And if they didn’t? The Black Vultures hadn’t given her an option for failure.

Upon witnessing the sight of the man who was her main target, Selene didn’t falter. Every detail had been carefully rehearsed, and now it was time to execute. She stepped forward, her movements graceful, deliberate, as though she belonged here as much as the horses in the stables. "Mister Shelby," she began, her voice smooth and confident, the faintest trace of a posh accent woven into her words. She extended her gloved hand with practiced ease, her posture exuding both elegance and approachability. "A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Selene. Selene Harrington." Her blue hues met his unflinchingly, holding the kind of composure she knew would matter to a man like him. She had studied enough about Thomas Shelby to understand the game—confidence was currency, and hesitation could be fatal.

[liquifiedfurby]

literally giggling and kicking my feet rn from researching birds.

[ghstzzn]

helping hand

pairing: bsf!lee heeseung x fem!reader

synopsis: heeseung had an unusual ritual before every competition as a professional league of legends player. one that his ex-girlfriend could no longer fulfill for him, leaving him desperate enough to ask for your help as his best friend.

tags/warnings: SMUT! MDNI! barely proofread lol, heeseungs a professional gamer… idk shit about that tho, you’re his best friend, league of legend mention, oral (m. rec), face fucking, deepthroating obv, praise? heeseung whimpers and whines here and there, name calling bc he calls her a perv hehe, reader touches herself and orgasms bc of his whimpering, cum swallowing, first time writing JUST a blowjob & ball fondling hehe and more probably! [3.3k words]

🖤: im so scared this was only supposed to be like 1k words but i cant shut the fuck up ever.

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!

it’s been awhile since you’ve had heeseung linger around your apartment for hours or even days like this. between his time spent with his now ex girlfriend and his professional gaming career, you had rarely seen him. only relying on occasional short lunch meetings or quick coffee runs.

it’s not that his ex disliked you, but more so disliked that you and heeseung happened to be an extremely attractive pair of friends and hated that people would confuse you both as a couple rather than heeseung and her.

you missed your best friend, and it comforted you that he returned those feelings. 

before heeseung had stepped foot into a relationship with his ex, he would spend half of his time at your apartment. especially when he had a competition that was near. 

“are you nervous?” you ask him, watching as he packs little things he left at your apartment into a small suitcase for the gaming league. it was only one city away but these sorts of things take an entire weekend. 

heeseung hums, “i’m confident.” you know he’s not lying either. there’s not much you know about gaming, or specifically, league of legends—but according to your mutual friends, heeseung seems to be a god at the game. yet, he seemed so antsy about something.

“so what are you gonna do about your little pre-competition ritual,” you hope to lighten his mood, easing him of whatever that was on his mind.

“what ritual?”

you clear your throat, “oh, um. your blowjob ritual..?”

the question was asked in a light hearted way, but heeseung didn’t react in such a way at all. the ritual, as you called it, was something heeseung accidentally created a few years ago when he had first gone pro. his situationship at the time gave him head right before he left as a sexy goodluck and a reminder of what he had waiting for him when he got back, but that day he had carried and won the competition for his entire team. 

the next year after that he had gotten with his girlfriend and had shyly asked her to suck him off, to which she agreed and it had officially become a routine for every competition, including smaller, less meaningful ones.

“you okay, hee?” 

“can i ask you something?” he suddenly speaks up, voice way louder than he intended, causing the both of you to cringe at the volume. “s-sorry.. i just need to ask you something.”

you nod slowly, “yeah, anything. is everything okay?”

heeseung thinks for a few moments before speaking again, “it’s a little personal and it’s okay if you are uncomfortable with this and you absolutely do not have to say yes but i need to at least ask you.”

“heeseung just say it.”

“can you give me a blowjob before my competition this weekend?”

your reaction comes in three stages. the both of you stare at each other in silence for about three minutes before you burst out in laughter, which also lasts about three more minutes. but when you see heeseungs panicked expression, you go silent again.

“wait… seriously?” 

heeseung swallows before shaking his head timidly. he debated laughing along with you and passing it off as a complete joke but he felt the need to follow through. the room is silent again. your fingers subconsciously play with the zipper on his suitcase as you think about the question he just proposed to you. 

your best friend, whom you’ve experienced half your life with, just asked you if you could give him head before one of his league of legends competitions.

what was the right answer here?

“you.. you don't have to,” heeseungs heart feels like it’s about to fall out of his chest. why on earth would he ask such a thing to his only female friend? no less, his best friend.

it was a joke. yeah, a joke! oh my god, why would i ask that, you pervert! you should’ve seen your face! you guys joke like this all the time, this is no different. he could totally play this off coolly. 

“it’s fucking stupid, i know. but it seriously helps me and you know she would do it for me everytime.” he begins rambling without even realizing it. the air is so thick you would have to take a chainsaw to it. “y-you aren’t her, yeah, but i don’t know—it genuinely gets me through the competitions.”

heeseung lets out a shaky breath, “just forget it. ignore what i said.”

“well, no heeseung,” you cut him off, “i can’t just forget that you seriously asked me something like that.”

“please don’t make this awkward. you can say no and we can forget this happened.”

you could tell heeseung wanted to rip his tongue out, and to see your best friend this distressed over something so silly made you want to drop everything and get rid of those feelings for him. 

“i mean, i never said no, did i..?” 

heeseung looks up, meeting your gaze with a shocked expression, “what?”

“yeah,” you nod, “it doesn’t hurt to think about it, right? it’s not like you’re asking me to completely fuck you—a blowjob wouldn’t hurt us right? especially if it’s going to help you.”

he blinks. heeseung might think you’re going insane, and he’s the one that asked you for the blowjob. no way you were actually considering this for him.

what did he do in his past life to gain such a supportive, pretty best friend.

“so… you’ll think about it?” your best friend's voice is quiet when he asks, like he’s scared to speak up any louder. “like, seriously?”

“yeah,” nodding your head, you flash him a reassuring smile. agreeing to suck off your friend before his professional video game competition, a totally normal request.

when heeseung leaves your apartment, you immediately cuss yourself out. why the fuck would you practically agree to that? 

but when you think about telling the boy no, your heart cracks. why? you don’t know. but what you do know is that you would rather die than look at his big sad brown eyes when you tell him you can't give him a special blowjob for his special day.

you were no pro at sucking dick, but you were dedicated to this friendship.

heeseung bounced his leg with nervousness and anticipation. you texted him that you were on the way to his hotel, which would’ve been normal and completely fine considering you attend all of his comps, but today was different.

you never answered his question.

he wonders if maybe you forgot about it. he also hopes you didn’t forget. ever since he asked you the big question, heeseung couldn’t get you out of his mind.

every night leading up to today, he’d lie awake staring at his ceiling trying to push every image of you sitting pretty between his legs out of his mind. the feeling of his cock hardening to the thought of you made him want to dive out of the nearest window.

it’s not like he didn’t think you were hot or that the idea of being intimate with you disgusted him, but it’s the fact that he promised to never be like every other guy.

the two of you were very close. from cuddling while watching movies to holding hands in a crowded area to heeseung beating up creepy men at dive bars for you—you both had a tight knit friendship. and he always promised that he would never cross that line. he might be a total loser but he liked to consider himself a gentleman at the same time.

that day, he did. yet you were still attending something that meant the world to him when you could’ve told him to fuck off and die.

four knocks at the door rips heeseung away from his thoughts.

with sweaty hands and knees that felt like jelly, heeseung grips the door knob and opens it, plastering the fakest smile he could muster up. “hey.” did his voice crack? fuck my life. 

“hi!” you hold up two bags filled with a variety of snacks with a large smile on your face, “i brought some stuff for this weekend.”

he clears his throat and steps to the side, letting you enter his hotel room. heeseung averts his gaze to the ceiling as you walk by him, afraid of letting his eyes stay on you–what if he accidentally looks at your ass?

“what time does it start today?” you ask, completely unaware of the emotional distress your male best friend was going through. so nonchalant and unmoving. maybe you did forget afterall. 

heeseung takes a seat at the desk in his hotel room, where he had a temporary p.c. set up in case he needed a practice game. “uhh, it’s at six this time.”

“jeez… you guys won't be leaving until late then.” you glance at the clock and back to him. he has to leave very soon. how do you casually start giving your best friend a blowjob within the next fifteen minutes.

“yeah, you know of all people that these things can go for hours. you’re gonna be there for the last few rounds right?”

you nod, wondering if heeseung could notice the way you’re practically gawking at him. was he always this hot? it’s stupid question when you’re fully aware of how attractive heeseung was and currently is. maybe it was the way he was dressed up for his competition tonight, or the way he leaned back on his hands and spread his legs comfortably. 

the baggy black hoodie that you knew he was wearing by itself with nothing underneath paired with his baggy jeans that sat so perfectly on his hips. you were fully aware that you were checking out your best friend. he’s fucking hot, why else would you agree to do any of this?

you wonder if he’s thought about this as much as you have. is he nervous? is he vocal? how long does it take for him to get hard and how big is he?

“hey,” you don’t know where the confidence is coming from, but you find yourself kneeling in front of him with your hands on his knees, “you’re gonna do great and win this. like you always do. i’ll make sure of it.”

heeseung almost chokes on his own spit when you suddenly slip between his legs, “wha- what are you doing..?”

“did you not want my help? or did you forget?” you ask him, genuine confusion. “i-if you already-”

“no!” heeseung cuts you off, grabbing your hand with his. “i mean, i still do. i just didn’t think you were down.”

you rub your other hand up his thigh, fingers mere centimeters away from his crotch area. so close to where he needs you, yet so far. “of course i am. what good are best friends if they can’t help each other out?”

heeseungs breath hitches when your hand grazes the zipper of his jeans. he lets go of your other hand and you take it as a cue to keep going.

“just let me take care of you, hee.”

and for the first time ever, that nickname made his cock twitch.

just the view he had of you sitting pretty between his thighs, hesitant but still full of confidence as you softly palmed him through his jeans was enough for him to be leaking.

“can i…” you ask quietly, fingers on the button of his jeans. he nods once and gulps as you immediately pop the button open and move to the zipper. it feels like hours before you’re finally pulling his jeans down below his hips. 

you can’t lie and say the bulge of his hardening cock, covered by his calvin kleins, wasn’t making your mouth water. you push his hoodie up slightly, the way your cold fingertips hit his lower stomach as you grab the waistband of his boxers has his stomach tensing under your touch. you let out a small gasp when his cock almost springs out of his boxers.

your best friend is packing. 

heeseung almost chuckles when he catches your reaction. 

“don’t laugh.”

“i’m not.”

“i can see it!” you argue back.

heeseung rolls his eyes, “please just continue.” 

“i won't if you keep up that attitude. you know we have less than fifteen minutes.” you retort after hearing him scoff. 

“i can miss rehearsals.”

“heeseu-”

“god, please let me just fuck your mouth.”

oh my god? were you supposed to be turned on? you bite your lip and look down in his lap, taking his cock in your hand with a soft but firm grip. you lean forward and let spit slowly drip from your mouth as you start pumping him. 

heeseung lets out a quiet groan and you look up at him—wide eyes that are practically asking, is this good? you continue to gently fist his cock, getting him nice and hard before you start using your mouth on his. 

“i hope you win.” is all you say before you kiss his tip and sink your mouth onto him.

the boy is practically seeing stars. you just started and he’s already moaning like a bitch. it felt so good, he can’t rip his gaze from you, watching the way your lips wrap around him tightly and your cheeks hollow out as you literally suck him in. 

“fuck, like that…” his hand finds sanctuary wrapped around your hair, not yet pushing you down on his cock completely, but more so as guidance. 

you let go out his cock with a pop and continue pumping him with your fist, licking the underside of his base as you make direct eye contact. he lets out a groan and lets his head fall back.

“you don’t have to hold back heeseung,” you mumble, but the lust was evident in your tone. “don’t be gentle, this is for you.”

“holy fuck, don’t say that.” you giggle at his response and smile against his tip before taking him back into your mouth. heeseung grips your hair tighter and pushes you further down his cock per your request. he can hear you inhale deeply through your nose as you attempt to take all of him. but of course you can’t. 

you stroke what you can’t fit and let heeseungs hand guide you up and down his cock. he uses all self control to not thrust into your mouth. heeseung hisses through his teeth every time your lips tighten around the tip of his dick, feeling somewhat more sensitive than he usually is. 

a guttural moan rips from his throat when your hand comes up to squeeze his balls, offering a helping hand in making him cum soon. time was ticking. but heeseung did not care whatsoever, especially after that move.

he almost wishes he knew how fucking good you were at giving head before all of this. your mouth was so warm, wet and tight around his cock–he was in heaven. heeseung genuinely thinks this is one of the best blowjobs he’s ever gotten. his hips buck, suddenly pushing his cock deep inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. you cough around his cock in surprise but it only spurs your best friend on.

maybe it was the fact that you’re his best friend. sure, it’s not taboo by any means, but there are lines that are never to be crossed in these sorts of relationships–holy shit, heeseung was on cloud 9. 

“oh my god,” he whines, “you’re so good at this. fuck–god, don’t stop.”

his words, his moans, his whines–they all send tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you can’t deny the throb in your cunt though. 

you continue to squeeze and fondle his balls as you let heeseung completely guide your head deeper onto his cock, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth halfway. your other hand grips his thigh, keeping you stable and relaxed as he abuses your throat with the head of his cock. 

the groan that leaves your mouth when he tugs your hair tighter is accidental, you look up at heeseung. he looks beautiful like this. a pink blush across his cheeks, damp forehead, and hazy eyes. you were surely dripping through your panties now. 

“yeah? you like t-this too, huh?” heeseung spits out. now you’re almost jealous of every woman he’s managed to pull, because fuck did that just turn you on even more. “want me to use your mouth however i want?”

you moan in response, nodding your head. heeseung lets out a long exhale as he shoves your head down his cock again. tears line your eyes and threaten to spill over, trying to relax your throat to take him completely. 

“y-you’re taking me so good, y’know that? so good, baby.”

immediately, your hand that was once on heeseungs thigh is making its way down and into your shorts. you were soaked. 

heeseung lets out another choked moan when he notices your hand in your shorts, circling your clit as you let him fuck your throat. how badly he also wishes you would just take those stupid shorts off and let him see exactly what you’re doing, he yearns to see you play with yourself one day. 

“playing with yourself while you let me use this pretty mouth…” heeseung groans, lifting your head for a mere second before pushing you down his cock again. your hand tightens around his balls and he almost whimpers at the sensation. “you like this just as much, fucking pervert.”

you let out a whine, tears falling down your cheeks, you were already so close.

heeseung gets rougher, guiding your head much faster than before. your lips were burning and there was spit completely covering your other hand. but still, you continue to suck and lick at his cock as if it were your last meal, letting him force his way down your throat. 

“‘m so close. so fucking close.” now you're both whimpering. “fuckfuckfuck, gonna cum soon, baby. keep going, please, hah–you feel so fucking good.”

his words were enough for you to hit your peak, an orgasm washing through your body immediately. you’re squirming and whining, sending vibrations down heeseungs cock. 

“ah, fuck,” he continues to let words fall out of his mouth in the form of broken moans, “y-yeah, ‘ts so good. feels so good.” heeseung suddenly pushes your head all the way down, your nose making contact with the soft hair as the base of his cock, and he cums. 

thick, hot ropes of cum covering the back of your throat. you’re gagging and choking at the full feeling, wanting to pull back so badly, but he doesn’t stop–not until he’s milked dry. 

after what feels like an eternity, he lets go and you pull back, gasping and coughing but swallowing most of his cum in the process. your hands fly to your neck as you massage it and catch your breath.

heeseung on the other hand was breathing heavily. that was the best orgasm he’s ever had.

“holy fuck.”

you look up at the male, who seemed like he was about to pass out, “hee, you have to go.” your voice is raspy and weak. 

“i can’t.” he responds, out of breath. “that was amazing. i can’t move.”

you stand up and pull him up with you, balancing him when he stumbles forward. “seriously, you have to go now.” now you’re putting his cock away for him, he hisses loudly at the feeling but you ignore it and zip up his jeans. “now.”

heeseung sighs and looks down at you, “did you.. get off like that?”

you tighten your lips and nod hesitantly.

“god. god, you’re amazing.” he breathes out, wanting nothing more than to throw you down on the bed and fuck you until he physically cannot. “please, please be here when i get back, i’m literally begging you.”

you nod at him, reassuring him that you’ll be here when he’s done as you usher him out of the hotel room. “i will, hee. just go.” you suppose this is what best friends are for after all.

“and do not show up to the comp tonight or i will be hard the entire fucking time.”

[wiinestories]

The water ran down in thin streams, mingling with the faint streaks of blood that swirled and disappeared down the drain. The air was heavy with steam, curling around them like something tangible, thick and blinding. Yet, even in the haze, Lorraine saw him clearly. Lorraine stayed still, her sharp blue eyes fixed on him, the weight of his words settling heavily in the room. His confession, spoken so quietly yet so full of meaning, sent a ripple through her, piercing through the armour she wore so well. She’d spent years perfecting the art of indifference, shielding herself behind sarcasm and cold precision. But this—this—hit somewhere she couldn’t quite deflect. Her gaze dropped for a moment, skimming the cuts and bruises that marked their feet. Hers, pale and slight, next to his, scuffed and raw. The sight pulled her back to the present, grounding her in what they’d endured—what they’d survived. And yet, there he was, laying bare something so unguarded it left her chest tight and aching.

"Maybe I should've," she said finally, her voice softer than usual, echoing his teasing words. The sarcasm wasn’t there—it couldn’t be. Instead, regret bled through every syllable. "Would’ve been cleaner, right? End it back then. No feelings, no… fucking messy complications." Her words hung in the air for a moment before she let out a soft, shaky laugh, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She turned her head slightly, her damp hair falling across her shoulder, hiding her expression for a heartbeat before she looked back at him. "But I didn’t. And maybe that makes me as much of an idiot as you are, Duncan." His touch on her collarbone was impossibly light, yet it burned in a way that left her feeling exposed. Vulnerable. Her breath hitched, her lips parting as if to say something, but she hesitated. Vulnerability was dangerous. It always had been. But he deserved more than her silence.

"When I was hunting you," she began, her voice steady but soft, "I told myself it was just another job. Just another target. Another name on a list." She exhaled, shaking her head faintly. "But you weren’t. Every time I got close, every time I thought this was it, I’d fucking hesitate." She paused, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge of his wrist, as if drawn there unconsciously. "And I hated it," she admitted quietly. "Hated that you made me feel anything. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. You weren’t supposed to matter." Her voice caught on the last word, and she looked away briefly, her jaw tightening before she forced herself to meet his gaze again. "But you did. You still do."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, the faint tremor in her fingers betraying the calm she was fighting to maintain. "You weren’t supposed to be anything but a job. Do you know how hard I tried to keep it that way?" Her voice carried an edge now, tinged with frustration—not just with him, but with herself. "Every lead I followed, every move you made, I kept telling myself it didn’t matter. That it was all just part of the game. But you made it impossible. You see, people like me don’t get to have… this. Whatever this is. We’re not built for it. I’m not built for it." Her gaze dropped again, and for a moment, she seemed smaller, her defenses cracking just enough to reveal the vulnerability beneath "But you?" She looked back at him, her sharp blue eyes narrowing, as if searching for something in his face. "You slipped through the cracks anyway. Somehow, you got under my skin, and no matter how many times I tried to shake you off, there you were. Always fucking there."

The frustration in her voice softened, and she let out a breath that sounded more like surrender. "It scares me, Duncan. It scares me because you make me feel like I’m something other than what I am. And that’s not supposed to happen. Not to me."

“Maybe you should have.” He teases quietly. “It would have made things much simpler, wouldn’t it?” His playful question instantly betrays his obvious confliction – he too finds their situation complex and confusing; tonight, they have been forced to take the same side, but will Lorraine feel the same tomorrow when she discovers that saving his life, taking his side, might not simply cost her a career, but also her life? Truly they are in this together now, bound by cruel fate and violent circumstance.

Bowing his head under the water, Duncan’s hair settles down his face, water collecting to drip from the ends as he stares at their feet to see small cuts and collective bruises, Lorraine’s seemingly so petite in comparison to his own. Lorraine doesn’t need his protection and yet Duncan has come to feel very protective of her; he wants her on his side, by his side…he simply wants her.

Releasing a tense sigh, one that makes it obvious he’s about to get something off his chest, his head raises to catch her eye as he absentmindedly runs his fingers along her collarbone to wash off a small smear of blood.

“There were nights, when I was alone, in Vienna, in Morocco, in Columbia, where I would stare at the night sky and feel your presence. You were closing in on me, I could sense it, always one step away from placing a blade to my throat…” The old assassin smiles as he realises he’s finally ready to unburden himself with a little truth, no matter how much Lorraine might feel shaken by it. “Somehow on those nights, it always made me feel a little less alone..."

"... if I couldn’t be loved by you, I was happy to be hunted.”

[cinnammonfairy]

⌗ hybrids – f! cat x doberman ghost! + heat + virginity loss + squirting + implied pregnancy/breeding ⋆˙⟡

where you go into heat, and your not-so-new friend simon helps you.

when price finally brought simon home, you did not take it all too kindly. only familiar with the presence of price and few other hybrids (being a house cat and all, always preferring to stay home), you grew uptight at the new imposing presence at your home. you knew price was only trying to look out for you by gifting you a companion, someone you could cling to when he was away, yet he also knew how shy you were too which could translate to unwelcoming behaviour towards those who are unacquainted with you.

simon having been briefed by price of your shy tendencies played along, preferring to wait until you grew accustomed to his presence around the house. which admittedly took... quite a while. price having been home for the start of simon's stay to get you on friendly terms did little to help, only making you ever so clingier.

when it came to just the both of you within the confines of your home, you avoided him with an admirable amount of effort. he knew it wasn't that you disliked him, you just haven't gotten to know him and how could you when you'd scramble if he walked into a room you were currently in? or if he'd be leaning on the doorframe of your shared bathroom waiting for you to finish your lengthy baths, the scent of your bathbomb wafting through the crack of the doorway your humming gleefully at the warmth of the water clear to his impeccable hearing, doberman hybrid and all does little to quell his ever growing fascination in you.

the week leading up to your heat (not that he knew), was filled with uncommon behaviour from you, once an early riser now you woke later into the day, your sweet scent heightened keeping him alert of your whereabouts throughout the house. your usually energetic self, that always found a way to keep busy around the house also grew tired easier, which was how he found you sprawled out on the couch late at night, a show you were keen on running on the tv. gathering your weak form in his arms, he lifted you up bridal style making sure to cradle your head in his arm.

your eyes opened briefly, jolting awake as you realized who was currently holding you and walking you towards your bedroom, before you gave in to the lethargy that seemed to engulf your body. letting him carry you up the stairs, his scent overwhelming your senses leaving your body the slightest bit feverish.

"i don't feel so good." your words coming out barely more than a whisper into the chilly night air, lights dimmed out due to the hour.

"i can see that, let me take care of you yeah? " his arms wrapping tighter around your form as he rounds the corner to your bedroom, tucking you in, and closing the door softly behind him before placing a call to price.

"...the date of her heats are usually irregular, but she's probably going into one soon." price's voice crackles through the phone speaker, as simon's brow furrows.

"what can i do to help her?" simon's reply earns a small huff from price, who's answer has simon's cock growing hard in his trousers imagining you begging for him.

"you can help her but only if she asks, she probably will though. god knows you feel much better than her dildo does."

the next morning he was greeted with the overwhelming scent of your slick, your warm body atop him, bare tits pressed against his chest, his blanket pushed aside so your wet little pussy could rub on his still covered hard on. every pass of his cock spreading open your pretty pussy, his tip catching onto your clit creating pleasurable friction.

"what's all this about angel? where did my shy girl go hm?"

"m' sorry si, need you..." his hands go to guiding your hips, as they grew sloppier. your wetness creating a patch on his boxers outlining his hard cock.

"s' alright pretty, i've got you." tipping your chin up to meet his gaze as he connects your lips to his, softly pecking them as a form of reassurance. price said to take things slow and he promised to try, you had no qualms kissing him back so sweetly as he cradled your cheek in his palm. with your pussy still rubbing on his cock, he moved you to lay below him lifting his body enough to peel his boxers off.

spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, little hole twitching and leaking slick. your little clit glistening in the early morning sunrise, as he circles it softly with the head of his cock, dragging it down to your pool of slick and up to nudge against your clit, swiping it back and forth as you writhed on the bed moaning for him to,

"put it in now please si."

"so wet angel, i could just slip right in yeah?"

"'mhm! s' wet for you."

"such a good girl, so pretty for like this for me."

he positions the head of his cock on your hole, the both of you gasping as it enters. all the while rubbing your clit softly with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. your pussy halfway enveloping his fat cock as your legs tremble softly, your hole clenching rhythmically at his intrusion. your hands go to his biceps as you feel the knot in your stomach growing ever so tighter, just from him putting his cock in. you've had a dildo and a couple pleasurable vibrators before to help you through your heat but never an actual cock, the feeling of his big cock entering your practically virgin hole was too much to bear, even more so as he rubbed at your clit so sweetly to build enough pleasure and wetness to take his cock. before you knew it, you were cumming hard on his cock a soft gasp left you as he worked you through your strong orgasm, clenching hard on his fat cock.

"so pretty... that was a nice one hm lovie, that feel good for your little pussy sweetheart yeah? y' love my fat cock stretching out your hole so much you can't help it huh."

"s' too big si..." you sobbed out as his fingers kept strumming your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

"you're taking it so well though sweetheart, i'm almost there baby. you can cum as much as you want angel."

your orgasm which left you wetter than before made it easier for him to ease his cock inside, groaning at your warmth as he bottomed out. he zoned in on where your eyes were currently resting, the filthy sight of your pussy plugged full of his cock as he took a testing shallow thrust, a mewl leaving your lips.

"your pussy's so pretty full of my cock sweetheart, you're taking it so well, 'm so proud baby."

"what do you say sweetheart?" he says, pulling his cock out halfway, watching as his cock slips out coated in your slick and cum.

"thank you si-i!" he slammed his hips once, again filling your pussy up full and catching you off guard.

his thrusts left you breathless as you looked into his eyes, pleading for anything and everything at all once. your current state of heat left your cheeks perpetually flushed which he found charming, your eyes fluttering, for someone who was practically begging to be fucked just this morning, he loved your sweet, shy and soft little mewls. slotting your lips together to meet for a kiss, one that you so kindly and eagerly return, he knows he's found your spot as a sweet little gasp leaves your lips. he rests his forehead to yours as you lock your feet on his back, your pussy clenching erratically as a telltale sign that you were approaching your orgasm.

"wanna cum si!"

"go ahead baby."

pulling out most of the way, he thrusts in to be met by a spurt of clear liquid splashing and splattering onto your stomach, his pelvis and abs. every time he pulls out the slightest bit to slam his cock back in to your tight squirting heat, he earns another splash of clear liquid that's prompted by his thrusts. the hot sight of you squirting uncontrollably whilst crying softly on his cock prompts his own orgasm, and pumping his load into you.

"made such a cute mess on my cock baby hm? my shy angel's a squirter huh?" he says as he pulls his cock out fully, rubbing his cock fast over your clit to be met by more messy squirts, his thick load now seeping out of your little hole.

"m s-sorry si, it's embarrasing." you choke out amidst sobs where he gathers you in his arms, sitting up and places you on top of him. opening your legs to scoop up his leaking cum and shoving back into your hole, which makes you squeal.

"no need to be sorry sweetheart, 'm so glad i made you feel so good."

you hid your face in his neck as you sunk back down on his hard cock, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy was an extremely erotic sight to him. your heat making you insatiable for the need of another orgasm.

"go ahead sweet girl, ride me baby, use me all you want."

and you do, if it wasn't evident enough with the protruding bump on your belly with a possessive hand resting over it upon price's return wasn't clear enough, you were having simon's pups.

☆ hi omg um this was just like something i spewed out from my brain deliriously over the course of a couple midnights i acc kinda wanna continue it or make a couple parts of it ... haven't rlly made an intro post but i'm planning to soon .ᐟ ♡ also reqs are open but i'm having midterms rn so if you do plan to leave anything on there might not get around to it for a while :(

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

[stormyoceans]

elaborating on everyone's theory that night might be responsible for the accident that damaged day's sight, could he have been drunk? there's a part of the special ep where sea and mark are outside a bar (night's bar?) and night is clearly supposed to be impaired in the actual scene based on mark's rosy cheeks.

and they mightve been practicing their lines here, no?

also could be a reason to why night is driving day's car instead of his own, bc it got wrecked...

last twilight brainrot has set in

LITERALLY EVERYTHING I WAS THINKING ABOUT BUT EXPLAINED WAY BETTER THAN I EVER COULD THANK YOU

like i do think the two of them started to drift apart way before day's accident even happened, most likely when day moved on to compete on a national level and their mother began to treat him as the favorite child, but mere jealousy between brothers doesn't explain why day lashed out in the car and why he refuses to rely on night in any way. there's so much cruelty and resentment in day's words, and there was even in what he said to mork the first time they met, but you can tell that it was less about mork himself and more about what he represented for day in that moment: an endless line of caretakers who don't see him as a human but only as a charity case or a way to get money. with night, tho, his words are targeted, personal

night being somewhat responsible for day's accident but being drunk at the time would honestly explain everything, because it doesn't matter how neglected he may feel, of course he would never hurt his baby brother on purpose (just look at how he immediately stood up when mork got closer to day at the first interview, as if afraid mork could hurt him and ready to intervene if mork tried), but while drunk all your senses are impaired. and the thing is.. i don't even think night was necessarily the one driving. maybe it was day, and he had to drive BECAUSE night couldn't and that's enough for day to blame night and for night to carry the guilt of what happened, because if night didn't get drunk that evening, if day didn't have to sit behind the steering wheel to get him home, then day would still have his sight

i actually do hope this is what happened because it would also create interesting parallels with mork and rung: night wouldn't be responsible for day's accident just like mork isn't responsible for rung's death, but guilt is a complicated thing and the choices you make cannot be changed. at some point you have to learn to live with it and let go of the 'what ifs'

[lovelyghst]

just imagine ghost getting his Jacob's ladder piercing while he's dating you and after it's healed yall have sex for the first time and it's just like sensory overload

i know absolutely nothing about piercings, but this idea is simply too good to pass up. my brain is melting.

hmmm, thinking about ghost who, despite not being able to properly get off himself, is still so attentive to his sweet girl throughout the whole healing process; offering you his mouth and fingers whenever he notices your focus beginning to drift off and shift elsewhere, having you rub yourself up on his jean-clad thigh when you can’t seem to shake the burst of energy.

because while you never outright asked him for anything of the kind, he just knew.

and even if you were the one so insistent on following the piercer’s advice—taking each and every precaution possible in avoiding the risks that simon shrugged off as ‘not gonna happen.’—you still felt bad. though, he couldn’t resist your stern pouting for long, turning weak the moment you cocked your head and promised him a sweet treat when he’s all healed up.

so, of course, ‘whatever you say, doll.’

anything to put your pretty mind at ease. he is a soldier, after all. he can wait, even if it kills him. it got pretty damn close to it, too.

which is what makes the first time back so fucking good. that reunion, and the return of that glimmering look you get in your eyes every other time he presses his pink lips to your collar and gently hikes you up the mattress after a long time away.

and truthfully, he was done in the moment you tapped him on his shoulder and told him to guess what day it was.

“shit, baby—” he grits out with a heavy breath, eyes trained on your own as he watches you reverently lick up the underside of his cock. your fingers tighten around the base when his abs pull taut, tongue gliding over the cool metal.

taking your time in feeling each and every barbell leading to the tip, making him twitch in your hand at the hot and wet drag over his sensitive skin. a heavy breath seeps from his lungs, his jaw clenching as he fights to hold off. jesus, you’re too good to him.

a sweet fucking treat, indeed.

you giggle before taking the head of him between your swollen, spit-stained lips, reveling in the quick hiss he sucks in through his teeth as you whine at the familiar taste of his pre leaking onto your tongue. your other hand slips up his thigh while you squeeze your own together, your freshly done-up nails leaving little, pink crescent shapes in his thick skin.

“fuck— not gonna last ‘f you keep that up,” he warns, a struggle in and of itself, and it’s an utter miracle he doesn’t collapse to the floor when you only hollow your cheeks and suck in response. he hardly manages to stifle an embarrassingly whorish moan at that.

god, you look so pretty down there, on your knees for him. so fucking debauched, and so, so perfect.

the way your thumb toys with the piercings as you have your own fun, and how you preen in his hold like a sweet cat when he slips a hand to the back of your neck. he’s going to miss it when he forces himself to pull you away, frowning at the pout you give him as he’s lifting you off your feet and carrying you over to your bed.

“’m sorry, sweetheart… just too fuckin’ pretty for yer old man anymore— didn’t want it t’go to waste.”

he kisses your temple, mumbling his apologies in your hair. you hardly even register your bare back making contact with your sheets, so wrapped up in his hold, before he’s kissing his way down your neck.

“wanna fill yer pretty cunt,” he murmurs, and it’s nearly incoherent as his lips press against your racing pulse point. “make ‘er cum ‘round my cock… know y’missed it too, sweet girl. a proper fuck…”

he’s talking more to himself than anything, and a small gasp from you follows soon after when his arm is snaked between your bodies and his fingertips make contact with your swollen, little clit. won’t even stretch you out with his fingers; he’s had his fill of that over the course of the last month. let him feel how much you missed his cock.

“poor thing’s soaked f’me, baby.” he groans as he adjusts on his forearm and regains his bearings, dick twitching against your thigh with every noise squeaked out from your throat. “cunt’s gonna take me just right, lovie… so fuckin’ well…”

he rambles a lot when he’s needy, you’ve come to learn.

you whine when his hand leaves you to take his cock in a fist, your nails digging into his chest and shoulder when he presses the head to your messy pussy. just the tip in and you’re already seeing stars, the shared moan between the two of you raw and pornographic.

he’s gritting out his swears before you try to shush his dirty mouth with a kiss, and he accepts it greedily, almost too eagerly.

your body reacts to his, simultaneously craving more and trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation all at once. your brain is fuzzy by the time he’s nearly bottoming out inside you, ears deaf to the unabashed sounds spilling from your lips as the feeling of his fresh piercings dragging against your every sweet spot burns itself into your memory.

and before you can catch your breath, a thumb is being pressed up against your sensitive bud once again, your legs constricting around him involuntarily as you jolt with a cry. heat prickles at your skin, his teeth at your jaw making your spine tingle.

he’s telling you to cum, begging you to make a mess of his cock.

his hand picks up its pace, hips grinding against yours sloppier than ever as he pleads right up against your temple for you to use him, just finish him off, fucking cum for him.

you squeeze around his cock like a vice and pull him straight under with you, arms locked tight around his neck as your pretty cunt utterly wrecks him. making him throb and twitch, fucking himself dumb through his high and wringing him dry of everything he’s kept pent up for you. at least for now, anyway.

his and your panting rings out in the room as he sits back on his knees, his cock still hard as he gently pulls out of you. watching his pearly cum bead from your slit, your chest gradually slowing down within the time he takes to drool over the sight of you.

it’s not long before simon has you laying on your tummy with your head in the soft sheets, a pillow slipped underneath your hips to prop you up. not making you do an ounce of work as he uses your warm, pliant cunt as his sweet cum dump for hours on end.

fucking you gently, lovingly, all while trying his best to keep his weight off your back. he kisses behind your ear, cooing praises and choked grunts that make your tummy flutter with butterflies. you can only giggle into the pillow nestled in your arms as he makes up for all the lost time.

filling you with load after load, the number becoming lost on your fuzzy mind after a certain amount, until your belly is achingly full and his cock is numb from overstimulation. only to coax you onto your back, easing your limp legs apart to watch his cum leak from your pretty hole. pressing a flat palm to your lower tummy, sighing in time with your strangled noises as your sensitive pussy drips more of his spend. leaning forward and licking it all up like some starved mutt; groaning at the taste, arms tightening around your hips as he eats his mess out of his pretty girl.

[filthyrafe]

just the tip

cw: smut, stepcest, unprotected p in v (wrap it before u tap it), lmk what i missed..?

a/n: got a bit carried away… this was supposed to be just a thought but!!! not proofread btw

rafe cameron is such a dirty & rotten liar.

“just the tip sis..” he whispers gently.

“wouldn’t it be weird..?” you babble, clearly hesitant, fidgeting nervously.

“weird? he repeats, “no, ‘course not. don’t overthink it. im just trying to be a nice big brother and help you out. whats wrong with that?” he questions, smirking.

he noticed how your body tenses up, how your biting your nails and the skin around it.

“relax sweetheart, would ya? its just the tip.” he reassures you.

you hesitate yet again, his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug your pants down, noticing the wet patch on your underwear.

you sigh. were you really gonna let your step brother fuck you right now? were you really gonna get your virginity taken by him?

“mmhh.. okay! fine.. but— only the tip…” you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his hard on. he's big- thick and long. the tip slightly red and fat, already leaking precum.

he flashes you a dirty smirk, his hand gripping his hard cock while the free one yanks your panties down to your ankles.

keeping eye contact, he slowly slides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your wet arousal.

you whimper as the head of his cock eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

rafe's eyelids close, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the tip up and down your pussy lips with wet noises.

his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick,

he cannot take this anymore.

with a quick, harsh push- he buries him self completely in your warm and tight cunt, you gasp. locking your eyes onto his, your pupils grow wide with lust.

“r-rafe what are you-“ you moan at the stretch, him splitting your pretty pussy open.

“jesus.. shut the fuck up sis.” he grunts as your cunt starts fluttering around him, hes so — too* thick.

“might just fuckin’ cum like this already- shit.” rafe mutters, panting heavily as he thrusts in and out of you. holding you by your hips.

sweat beads on his brow before he brutally starts slamming into you, grabbing your legs and putting your ankles on his shoulders, allowing himself to go deeper.

you’re whining underneath him, blabbering some bullshit he ignores, you pawn at his arms that are gripping your hips hard. surely its gonna leave bruises later.

he groans, over and over again untill you feel it. his warm sticky cum inside of you—when you didn’t even get to finish.

you’re left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, your pussy stretched out and leaking spurts of his cum. he looks down at you, smirking and tapping his softened tip against your swollen clit.

“so gorgeous with my cum stuffed inside of you.” he whispers, his cock smearing his sticky cum all around your slit- inner thighs and pubic.

“hm, ‘m sorry for lyin’ and for making a huge mess sis, let me clean it up yeah? you’re not mad sweetheart are you?” he says, his voice slightly manipulative but you ignore it.

you shake your head when he lowers his head to your pussy, putting his mouth all over it, his tongue searching through your folds, lapping up his own release.

[moechies]

oh please more bunny reader and toji they’re so cutesy. maybeeeee reader has really sensitive tail/ears and toji really takes advantage of that?

tamer! toji who’s the roughest with his little client bunny. well, your previous owner is to blame. he claims that you’re the pickiest, messiest, neediest bunny that needs to be put in her place ; with none other but a little bit of force.

tamer! toji who doesn’t really like rodents , but he assumes he could make an exception for you; since you’re cute and fluffy. just this once though , bunny !

tamer! toji who doesn’t let your brat antics slip past him, and makes sure that you know your place at the end of the day. he can’t let your owners tedious cash payment go to waste !

“d-don’t touch my ears !” you whine, soft sobs spilling from your pouty lips. the man has both your ears in a strong, unforgiving grip, looking to teach you a lesson for sneaking into his washroom for a peek.

the thin, white towel he has around his waist hangs dangerously low and not to mention, loose, and your wandering eyes can’t help but notice the fat chub that shows through the fabric.

“fuckin’ perverted bunny. ya need a whoopin’ to learn yer place ?” he sneers, lowering his face to face yours. you paw at his hand, thumb slipping against his burly fingers, “hn— no— it hurts ! w-was an accident , swear ! i got lost !”

toji can’t help but grin at your limpid lies; he can see right through you, little bunny.

y’r gonna learn not to lie t’me ever again tonight, bunny.”

tamer! toji who carries you towards his bed as you writhe in his grip, ignoring your little mewls and complaints about your sensitive ears as you rub incessantly at the sore flesh.

tamer! toji who bends you over in the grossest arch against his towel-clad lap, feeling his warm skin against yours as the towels knot grows weaker and threatens to slip. he tugs off your soft shorts, revealing that soft, chubby bunny butt.

tamer! toji who’s surprised when he sees how fluffy your little cottontail is, twitching nervously under his gaze.

tamer! toji who even more surprised when he takes a sneak peek at your bunny cunt , just to see how slicked up your chubby folds are, soft hole throbbing with your carnal needs. what a pervert.

“no ! d-don’t look there !” you squeal, frantic paws attempting to scurry away from the man’s grasp.

his hand comes down unexpectedly with a hard smack across your ass, the soft flesh growing raw to the touch. your throat elicits a small gasp of shock, falling pliant against the man’s lap. you’re quick to burst into tears, even if you don’t want to; but it truly hurts so bad!

“bad bunnies need t’learn.” toji coos, kneading at the raw skin. it makes you flinch against his touch. “bad, perverted bunnies.” he whispers against your soft ears, making them twitch.

he tugs at the soft tuft of your cottontail, exposing your puckered asshole soft to the touch.

“n-no!” your tail twitches against his hold, shaky hand coming behind to cover yourself.

“hey.” he spits, a rough hand grappling at the chub of your ass almost like a threat, “y’think y’r in any place to tell me no right now ?”

his hand slaps down against your plush ass once again, the sting inevitable as he holds you firmly. your hands ball into fists that shoot up to your eyes, furiously wiping away at your newfound tears, soft hiccups that accompany your cries.

“that’s it, y’r learning.” you submit helplessly below him, watching intently at your softened ears pliant against the cushion. “y’know what you need to do?”

“m—m sorry. ‘m sorry mister…!” you burst into tears once again, little toe pads curled up into ‘c’s in a fear of feeling his punishing hand on the hot burn of your ass yet again. you don’t know if he’d punish you for your loud cries yet, but you simply can’t hold back. he’s breaking your little bunny heart.

“oh..” he sighs, he feels a tad bit bad; he supposes. he watches as your forearm slaps across your face to hide your expression, your other hand in an attempt to protect your burning cheek. “hey.”

you peek up at him with a tiny stare, hiccups still reverberating through your body causing you to bounce against his lap. you ignore the fat chub that pokes at the side of your tummy, flaunting shamelessly through the fabric of toji’s pants.

“come to this room t’ night after yer duties. y’took yer punishment well.” toji grimes, and he adores the way your eyes light up like diamonds. his friend down below seems to adore it just as much as he does, too.

tamer! toji who sees you peek in half of your head at the designated time that he asked you to come, nervously treading along the glazed floors with a glint of fear that he’ll continue his punishment.

don’t think of him so lowly, bunny. he really isn’t that mean!

tamer! toji who takes care of you that night; after a bit of coercing and getting you on your tummy, ripping your frilly panties from your bruised butt and pressing in a thick plug. he thinks the pink diamond is terribly gorgeous in contrast to your soft tail, twitching with pain at the unfamiliar feeling.

tamer! toji who preps you briefly, leaning down to block your view of his hefty fingers slipping in between your chubby folds. “s—sir!” it’s not like you don’t feel it, but he loves to make a little face at you that makes you look crazy!

tamer! toji who fucks you brutally against his soft matress that night, relentlessly humping into the depths of your gushy cunt. he can’t get enough, truly. you’re one damn bunny.

he watches you skillfully, the little plug snug in your ass squeezing against his cock from the inside. he feels the hard metal that bulges from the other side of your soft walls, grunting at the tightness.

tamer! toji who can’t help but cum fat loads in your cunt when he hears your little cries, sweet yelps for your ‘mister’ to come and save you. it’s even better when they slowly grow to cute moans and pleads to cum all over. don’t worry, bunny. your new mister will be sure to tug at your cottontail and rub your clit, just to ensure his bunny a good time.