#still wanna bash my head against the wall though

[gaemms-chamois]

right i woke up at 4:30 in the morning today to immediately stick my nose into fresh ch14 datamines

yeah so after everything i'm fine again. i feel...tranquillity. for the most part uhhhh.

[shouyuus]

very 18+, vi-shaped, modern underground fighter!au tw: in which vi uses a vibrating strap d1ldo and also fucks ur throat

popular underground fighter vi! x reader in which vi "soft launches" your relationship with this photo posted on instagram with clear red nail marks down her back and just the caption "post fight ritual 💋" and it's obvious that her knuckles are still bruised, but someone else made those marks on her back and they're definitely not from any fight she's ever been in.

and it's not like she's a stranger to people thirsting over her posts -- she kinda knows she's hot. or at least, she's been told enough times to know it empirically, but it still stuns her a little when she catches you staring, or when she sees the way your pupils literally dilate in her presence; it's not something that she grew up hearing, always being told that she's too tomboy or that she's not feminine enough, even though her own family never cared, and they've always supported her no matter how she wanted to dress or what she wanted to do.

you, though. she doesn't know how she got so lucky with you.

she might call it a chance meeting, but later on, you'd admit that you'd had your eye on her for weeks, thought she was so, so pretty, even with all her black eyeliner and her choppily cut hair (she does it herself; oh, you could tell? why? what gave it away? the weirdly uneven buzz or the fact that she totally missed a patch at the back of her head?), and you'd put yourself squarely in the line of her sight and hoped (prayed, really) that she'd notice you.

and notice you she did.

wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, leaning up against the bar of her favorite lesbian haunt, the one she goes to nine times outta ten after her fights, the adrenaline's still high, eating through her veins, the tattoo of her pulse pressing against her ribcage.

she'd pushed off the far wall and caged you in against the dark wood of the bar, turning her charm up to eleven and hoping against hope that she wasn't just imagining things when she saw your gaze run up and down the length of her body (she wasn't).

"hey pretty. thought you might wanna take a closer look."

you'd grinned then, caught someplace between bashful and triumphant.

"but... it's so dark and so... loud," you say, letting your hand linger on her shoulder even as you put up the very convincing front of uncertainty, the blatant tease of your words the only thing cueing her off that you were picking up what she was putting down.

"yeah? then... wanna go somewhere quiet where you can... take a better look in peace?"

vi's apartment, despite all the winnings from her fights, was a modest place, a small studio in the heart of the city, though the floor the ceiling windows are really what caught your eye that first time she brought you over.

that, and the giant mirror that covered the length of an entire wall opposite the windows.

"so i can check my form," vi says when you ask, running a tall glass under the tap water, holding it out to you afterwards.

and she'd be lying if she said she hadn't been expecting a hookup. and honestly, so had you. but somehow, the pair of you had just ended up curled on the couch, sitting face to face, sharing stories and laughing. the next you looked up, the pink of dawn was teasing across the far skyline and vi was frowning at the dying phone in her hand, her eyebrows hitched.

"holy shit... it's 6am."

you bury your face in the cushions of the couch, your hands still wrapped around a half-empty cup of spiked apple cider (a bottle of martinelli's at the back of her fridge, along with a half-empty thing of grey goose she'd found, tugging the cap out with her teeth), feeling the tiredness drag at your eyelids.

"oops... sorry," you grin sheepishly at her, "usually, when i keep people up all night, it's not like this."

vi laughs at your tired little innuendo, but her eyes soften when she catches you watching her. and for some stupid, unfathomable reason, she feels her cheeks heating up.

"yeah peaches. i figured. but... i don't mind being kept up like this."

your brows furrow even as a grin threatens your lips as she nudges you with her hand. you shift back, making room for her as she sits down in front of you, close enough for you to feel the heat rolling off her skin.

beyond the windows, a brilliant sunrise is peering out over the city, and the sharp, shard-drawn light of it pierces vi's studio as she reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her thumb and forefinger trailing the line of your cheek till she's coaxing your chin up towards her.

"peaches?" you ask, your breath a bit short.

"yeah," her eyes flicker towards the tiny little stud earrings you'd put in, truly miniscule peach-emojis that you'd picked to match the shade of your dress. and you laugh, the tiredness making the air around you both effervescent.

and that was the first of many nights you'd proceed to spend at vi's, though eventually, she does drag you forward to kiss you, her lips insistent against yours, with you pulling back to gasp -- "took you long enough --" against her only for her to sink her teeth into the bared skin of your neck, letting her fingers curl around the delicate pulse-point nestled there as she says --

"they say good things come to those who wait."

neither of you can truly pinpoint the moment where this... thing became something more. something that neither of you had the words or will to deny any longer.

it might've come up the first time vi pressed three fingers into your sopping cunt, her eyes fixed on the way your expression goes slack, how your hips kicked up at every curl of her expert fingers. or perhaps the first time you'd pushed her back and kissed a line down her front, lavished her body with your lips, teasing and nipping at her tits before making your slow, arduous way down to her clenching cunt, licking up the wet slit before latching your mouth around her clit and sucking hard enough for her eyes to roll out of her eye-sockets.

or maybe the first time she'd pulled out her bright pink strap, the base equipped with a vibrating function and an opposing dildo that hooked into vi's pussy as she rucked her hips into yours, fucking into you so hard that tears had creased in your lashes after she was done with you.

"fuck peaches -- you just look so good cumming on my cock, don't you?"

and that's all it takes these days, a smirk, a slap on the ass, and her voice saying peaches for you to feel your body clench over nothing, for your stomach to curl with heat, even if she's just coming over to press a kiss to your cheek or murmur against your skin, asking how your day went, though sometimes, you'd get shy and your voice would get a bit too quiet.

"c'mon, speak up, doll. and look at me when i'm talking to you, yeah?"

her fingers squeezing your jaw, just tight enough to make you gasp.

and no one questions it; bc why would they? her coach is ecstatic -- not like vi's ever been an unfocused fighter, but these days, she's in such tip-top form that he's not got much feedback for her after her long training sessions.

"whoever she is," vander says, grinning even as vi flushes and sighs (she knows it's useless to lie, vander's known her for way, way too long), "she's good for you."

he presses a hand to her shoulder, shaking her slightly, "and my advice? when you find a girl like that -- you grab on with both hands and you don't let go."

so that's what she does, and what she's still doing now. it's been months -- almost a full year since you've made it all "official", though neither of you have posted much about it online (her fans have been speculating for a while though, specially the hardcore ones, the ones who have been with her long enough to know her, to spot how she scans the crowd before and after every right, how her smile's just a bit different these days, how there seems to be one particular girl she's always winking at, always hidden in the shadows but she's always swiveling around the first thing after a fight, win or lose).

"f-fuck -- that's a good girl --" vi groans, her hips jerking against yours as she fucks you through your third orgasm of the night (she'd wone her fight that night -- as she does most nights -- and you'd come over to celebrate), your nails biting into the skin of her back, dragging down the expansive tattoo there.

she feels the burn in her own thighs, her arms flexing, the veins popping blue as she drags you down the length of the bed by your hips, fucking into you, her eyes trained on the sticky white ring at the base of her pink strap, the sight in and of itself enough to send her over the edge.

"c'mere -- open your mouth, peaches," she says, guiding you towards her even as she pulls out of you, a thick string of cum slicking off the head of her strap as she inches up the bed to position herself over your chest and shoulders.

you let your jaw fall slack, moaning thick as she presses the tip of her strap to your tongue. you blink up at her, lashes fluttering as she sinks her fingers into your hair, hissing out a long breath as you swallow around her length.

"sweet fuck that's hot..."

she pulls you over her cock in shallow thrusts, her breath growing quick as she watches the way you eagerly clean your own cum off of her with your tongue, the completely fucked out, blissed out look in your eyes as you look up at her, so utterly besotted and at her mercy.

her feels the coils twist in her gut seconds before she shoves you down over her, the combined sound of your gagging and the pinpoint vibrations of the dildo sending her right over the edge.

"shit, shit -- shit oh -- fuck... mm..."

her fingers fist in your hair as she jerks around the dildo end of the strap, tugging out of your mouth with a lazy, lopsided smile.

"such a good girl for me, hm?" she says, tugging you up for an open-mouthed kiss. you mewl against her lips, so soft, absolutely melting into her arms as she shifts the both of you into the center of the bed.

it's not till she goes to shower later, with you sound asleep in her mussed up blankets, that she sees the marks -- red and raised on her back, scratched over her tattoo. a soft smile lifts her lips as she stares at her own reflection in the mirror, her neck twisting over her shoulder to get a good look.

and before she knows it, she's grabbing her phone and turning around to snap a pic, with the full intent of keeping it just to show you in the morning but... well, she thinks as she stares down at the photo with a dopey sort of grin, her heart thudding dangerously close to her mouth.

maybe the best gift she could give you on your one-year anniversary is this -- telling the world that she's yours.

[semperamans]

Hear me out: Johnny with a breeding kink.

HEAR ME OUT: Johnny putting his pretty lil thing in a mating press because he’s got to keep her by his side you know? :(( she’s still young and the old geezer wants her all for himself!! :(((((

screaming. sobbing. throwing up. banging my head on the wall. choking on a stick. pulling my hair out. rocking back and forth.

i've never written actual smut before. so if you do read this, please go so easy on me. this gets a little wild, so hold tight.

is it wrong that johnny just wants to keep you? that he wants you - you sweet, soft, angel of a girl - to be his for a lifetime? he doesn't think so, not when he frames it like that. it sounds just fine, romantic even, and sure, there are some years between you, but you're grown n'would never do nothin' you didn't wanna do, so johnny thinks it's fine. surely what he’s got planned is totally fine.

really it's danny's fault - that's what johnny tells himself - danny with his carefree nature and cut-off shirts and innocence that drips off him like rainwater. danny reminds johnny of his age - calls him old man in that good-natured way that makes him want to bash his fuckin' head into the concrete - and he’s fickle and naive and indecisive and your age and that terrifies johnny. but you aren’t like that. you can’t be like that because johnny is happy thanks to you so the mere thought of you changing your mind - of pushing him to the side - makes him fucking sick. he’s so in love with so much of you; your sweet dresses and pretty fingernail polish and soft hands. your delicate mouth and those starry eyes that gaze upon him like he's new and shiny and so he doesn’t like the idea of you ever leaving. what would he do without you? what would he do if you decided you didn't want some old man n’picked a boy like danny? johnny needs you. he needs you to never leave him. needs you to need him and so it begins.

"don't gotta rubber, baby. can't fuck you, y'know? don't want y'gettin' pregnant." johnny's a fuckin' liar, but he has to be for this to all work the way he wants. he’s got you splayed beneath him; your eyes are wide, lips puffy and bruised, parted breathlessly around his name and he knows you're ravenous; faint with a need that burns so bright and hot it evaporates every other thought from your mind. he can see it on your face - the way you look at him like he holds the world on his goddamn shoulders - nothing matters but him. no one exists in your world but him but then he's pulling away. shaking his head. making you sad. making you desperate.

"b-but s’okay… you can - still - if you want. i’ll let you.”

"mm, no can do, sweets." every inch of your skin blazes where the two of you press together. you're tangled so beautifully; two puzzle pieces meant to be connected, but now he's not lookin' at you and doesn't he love you? doesn't he know how badly you need this? need him? “s’alright though, yeah?” he says and you heave a discontented grunt at him. “now now, don’t be greedy. you already came f’me.” twice; once on his tongue the other on his fingers but who is keeping track? tears cling to your lashes and your chest heaves as you stutter over words. tryin’ to tell him that you wanna feel him slide into your weeping cunt, but all you’ve got are sobs. you sweet dumb baby with your lust-addled mind. you can only say his name. can only beg for his attention.

"johnny." you're squirming, legs wrapping tight around his hips, pressing him against you so deliciously he has to school his face into indifference. it would be so easy, he thinks. it would feel so good, he knows. but he can’t be impulsive. this is a game and he���s determined to win.

"sorry, baby. jus' can't. maybe next time.”

“no! please. please, johnny. baby. please.” you move your hips, wetness kissing his achingly hard cock and - you know what - he’s this close to giving up when your hand, slick with spit, reaches down to wrap around him. johnny hisses, arching forward, rutting up into the softness of your curled fingers because he’s just a man. there’s only so much he can withstand.

"want you inside,” you whine moving your hand up and down up and down just like benny taught ya - the way johnny likes it. “c’mon.” your thumb swirls around his head, bringing him closer. closer. closer to where you want him. “s’okay. promise.” the tip of his cock wedges against your lips, just a little kiss s’all, but it’s so slick it would just take one push. one little thrust and you’d — “just pull out." johnny smiles. he won't. knows he won't. knows he's a bad man - the worst kind of man - but this is the only way he can keep you, to make sure you stay his sweet girl forever. he bumps his nose against yours, cups your face, puts the sweetest kiss on your lips - almost like an apology.

"y'sure?"

and you've only just breathed "yes" when he plunges in. there’s a moment of aching pain as you adjust to the sheer stretch, but johnny knows how you are - knows how tight you always are - fuck - and licks into your mouth. it’s plushy lips and clashing teeth and suckling tongue as he begins to move and you’re soaked. johnny doesn’t know if it’s his spit or precum or you, but it’s hot, so hot and he’s never fucked you like this - not raw - and it’s a whole new fuckin’ world. you’re velvety, he knew you would be and would any boy your age be able to fuck this pussy without cumming instantaneously? he doubts it. doubts anyone could take care of you the way he can. his thrusts jolt you; cute tits jiggling and he knows you were made for him, for lovin' him. put on this earth to be his baby - to have his baby - and he's losing his mind. he's fucked a lot of women in his time, but none of 'em hold a flame to you. you're the inferno. the wildfire. the one he'd let destroy his life - fuck, he may be destroying yours - but he doesn’t care not right now.

"pussy s'glad to see me, huh? loves me, mm?” you can’t even respond, eyes squeezed so tight it almost looks like you’re in pain but he can't stop. not when you're like this; squelchin' 'round him, nails biting bloody crescents into his shoulders. "good girl- g'ah - such a good fuckin' girl f'me. jus' takin' it." there's a litany of his name on your lips, moans tearing from your throat, bouncing off the ceiling fan and he knows some of the guys are downstairs and he’ll hear about this tomorrow but the only thing on his mind is puttin’ a baby in you. “boys are g’nna hear you, doll. why don’t you go on an' tell 'em sweets. tell ‘em who's got you goin' like this.” he thrusts and thrusts and thrusts as you get louder and louder and louder. "who is fuckin' this little hole raw? mm? tell 'em."

you’re a good girl, always listenin’, so you do and my oh my do you sound so pretty; voice thick with want as you sob his name and grunt those words you only ever say when his balls are thwacking against your ass. the bedframe pounds relentlessly against the wall and johnny fleetingly thinks about benny who sleeps just inches away on the other side. he hopes wonders if he's in his bed, cock in hand, enjoying this just as much as he is. johnny takes your hands, lacing your fingers, pressing down down down for leverage.

"y'like lettin' the guys know whose takin’ care of you? lettin' em know my sweet girl - fuck - sweet angel can take cock so well?”

you make these noises - these pathetic little noises - and johnny knows you’re close. knows now is the time to make his move.

“know why it feels so good baby?” he lifts one of your thighs, angling his pelvis so it crashes into yours. “s’cuz you’re fucking a man. m’your man, baby, n’that’s what you need.”

“jus’ needa man - jus’ need you - baby - daddy - fuck.”

he nearly cums - grunts and groans erupting from the depths of his soul because one day you’ll lace those words together with real meaning behind them. now they’re mindless babble - cock drunk nonsense - but oh will that change.

“that’s it baby.” he coos, “look at me sweets, there she is.” one hand on your throat, the other delicately trails up your temple, brushing hair from your face. it’s such a startling juxtaposition from the primal snap of his hips into yours. “don’ jus’ need any man, do you?”

“no - oh god - no need my johnny. need you.” tears streak down your cheeks as you look up at him in pure admiration - he’s your religion. he’s the man you worship. he’s your johnny - your everything.

“s’right. s’it. smart baby. y’need your johnny.”

is this brainwashing? the way you hiccup it back to him, voice as shaky as a newborn fawn, he thinks it might be, but oh well - his thrusts are losing their uniformity, moans gettin’ louder as you squeeze on his cock. he knows he has to stay focused - remember what he’s here for - what he’s here to do.

"gotta pull out soon, darlin.”

and your vice grip somehow grows stronger. he can barely withdraw his cock before your eager pussy gobbles it up. your legs squeeze his hips, ankles locking together because -

"no. y’not goin’ anywhere - please - oh god - please.” johnny could cry with relief. it’s working. god he’s so close. his capable hands lift your hips, sheathing himself so deep inside you it almost hurts.

"what'd'ya mean no?” he asks. “d-don’t wanna get you pregnant, sweets." but he does. he does. he does. he does. "gotta pull out. c-can't cum in ya. you don’t want that.”

“i do! i do.” you plead. “do so bad.” johnny can’t last and that’s okay because you’re so close to being exactly where he needs you.

"gonna get you pregnant." he breathes, pressing his lips to your sweaty collarbone. he bites - hard - “s’thst what you want? wan’ me to give you a baby?”

"yeah." you squeak. "yeah get me pregnant. c'mon" you mindlessly babble, brain rattling 'round your skull with the force of his love. "cum in me. cum in me. cum in me.” it’s a plea. a prayer. it’s everything.

“g’nna fill you up.”

“lemme make you a daddy, johnny. please."

and he's gone. lips careening into yours as you tumble into ecstasy. he fucks you through it - fucks his seed so deep in you you're bound to get pregnant - and he doesn't feel guilty in the slightest - not when you milk him for all he’s got and praise him and tell him you love him over and over and over again. you're so blissfully unaware; too fucked out and infatuated to care that his cum is shoved deep in you and johnny thinks it's fine because now you're his.

now he’s won.

[pookietv]

helpful | george clarke

i just thought this was sweet, so have a little george looking after his drunk gf :3

as soon as you had said the words 'oh, it's just a casual little thing, haven't seen the girls in a while', george just knew the 'little casual thing' would end up with you plastered.

not that he minded, of course.

so when he recieved a call at one in the morning, it didn't quite surprise him. he had waited up for the 'got home safe' text, waiting patiently for you to get to your apartment safe.

"hiya, love, everything alright?" he spoke, his voice slightly thick, just coming with the fact it was a little later at night, but he wasn't too tired.

"hi george!" you giggled in response, "everything is fineee! i was just calling to see if i could come round.. was gonna uber home but then i was missing you and thought i could come pester youuu for a while," you spoke in between slight drunk hiccups.

he laughed a little down the phone in response, "sure, you can come round. you sure you're okay getting an uber, or you want me to come pick you up?" he asked, clearly a little concerned at her drunken state.

"no, no! i can uber fine, gonna share with one of my friends, just wanted to let you know before i just showed up," you murmured happily again.

"well, in future, you can show up at the flat whenever you want, you know i like your company, lovie, and i know the boys don't mind either,"

and so when half an hour later he heard stumbling through his front door, and soft laughs as he could hear her bashing herself against the wall for support, he left his bedroom, laughing at the sight of her, against the walls, trying to slip her shoes off with great struggle.

though, even plastered out of her mind, he thought she looked gorgeous.

"hey, you. need some help?" he jested slightly, and you giggled a little at the state of yourself.

"no, 'm sure i can... y'know, get em off, just these laces, who tied these damn laces?" you rambled as you slid down to the floor to try and untangle the laces that you had undoubtedly messed up earlier in the night.

george crouched down, unlacing the shoes with a lot more ease then you had, and once you had managed to pull the shoes off, you used him as a support to stand up, still giggling into the crook of his neck as you did.

"so, seems you had a good night?" he teased, and you rolled your eyes playfully with a nod.

"cocktails were two for one, so naturally i had eight," you laughed back, "don't even think 'm too drunk now, more just sleepy,"

george scoffed a little jokingly at that one, "i think you're still a little drunk, darling, but its fine. we'll get your makeup off and you into bed, hm?" he offered, and you nodded, letting him lead you into his room in the boys flat, where he had a bathroom attached.

as you stumbled through, rifling through the draw in his bathroom that had been claimed as yours for makeup remover, he laughed at the noise, before you produced it in your hands.

"i can help you take it off, if you like," george offered helpfully, and you looked at him with a drunken grin, a small nod as he gently helped you sit on the vanity, gently beginning to remove it with a damp cloth and the remover.

"thank you for being so helpful, george," you babbled out, your hands practically clasping against his arms for support as he checked to make sure all the makeup was gone.

"you've picked me up from enough pub golfs for me to owe you, trust me. plus, you know i don't mind looking after you at all," he smiled reassuringly back.

"did you eat when you were out? you want food?" he asked, but you shook your head.

"m good, got myself some drunk chips," you laughed a little, "just wanna go to sleep, to be honest,"

"thats fine, we can go to bed, don't worry, i'm just gonna get you some water, okay? you can go borrow a shirt or something to sleep in," he reassured, helping you down from the sink and watching you gently pad your way to his bed, whilst he headed into the kitchen.

when he returned, he found you, already spread on the side of his bed that had become classicly yours, in one of his shirts, head on its side on the pillow, giving him a slightly dumb smile as he placed the water on the bedside table.

"your bed always seems much comfier than mine," you murmured against the pillow, and he laughed with a shrug.

"i always thought your bed was more comfy," he said in response as he lay down, his arm going lazily to your waist, facing you as his head touched the pillow.

"yours is definitely better, it always smells like you and i like that, smells like... sweaty george," you giggled a little, and he grunted in a teasing response, rolling his eyes playfully.

the moment he was in the bed, he found it funny how you instantly curled into him, to be closer, and he pressed a small kiss against your forehead as you yawned softly.

"see? could fall asleep already, you just relax me," you murmured against his chest.

"so get some sleep then, night, love." he replied. though, he couldn't lie, the thought of him relaxing you filled his chest with a strangely warm feeling.

[yeoosaangg]

៹ NO FRIENDSHIP || KINKTOBER ─ DAY 27

➛ PAIRING:: NAKAMOTO YUTA × FEM!READER

➛ NOW PLAYING:: NO FRIENDSHIP — DANIEL DI ANGELO

⤷ ❝DON'T WANNA MESS THIS UP, THERE'S TOO MUCH ON THE LINE.❞

➛ GENRE:: BESTFRIEND!YUTA, COLLEGE!AU, FWB, SMUT

➛ WARNINGS:: THIGH FUCKING, CHOKING, MARKING, QUICK SEX

── ⋆ ⋆ ── 𔘓 ── ⋆ ⋆ ──

You were having fun at a random frat boy's birthday bash, dancing with some guy your roommate introduced to you.

You've had a couple drinks and smoked half a blunt, but had more than enough energy to last the entire night.

The guy gets a little handsy, but you don't mind since your goal was to hopefully get laid.

Your best friend wasn't having it, though.

Yuta: That's enough for you. Come with me.

The guy was going to tell Yuta off, but his icy glare makes him back off.

Y/n: Yuyu! Where've you been?

Your words are slightly slurred, but it's still coherent enough to understand.

Yuta: Was talking with Johnny about a job opportunity. What were you doing?

Y/n: Dancing!

Yuta: Uh huh... Let's get you some water and I'll take you upstairs.

You giggle, not minding being dragged up the stairs and into someone else's bedroom.

Y/n: Are you gonna fuck me, Yuta?

He rolls his eyes and hands you a water bottle.

He forgets just how horny you get when you've partied too hard. He remembers you begging to suck him off at the last party so he let you have your fun.

But you weren't as far gone as you are now.

Yuta: I'm not fucking you.

You whine, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loop. You takes his fingers into your mouth and suck on them while maintaining eye contact.

Y/n: I'll be a very good girl.

Yuta: Still not fucking you, so drop it.

Y/n: Then I'll go find someone who will!

You push passed him and open the door, but Yuta slams it shut.

Yuta: Stop being a fucking brat. You're cross-faded. That's why I'm not gonna fuck you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and jump on him. Your legs sit perfectly on his hips, his hands holding your ass so you don't fall.

Y/n: I thought we had a talk about this when we started fucking. It's even on paper.

Yeah, but it doesn't make it right.

Y/n: You don't even have to stick it in.

Yuta: I don't?

You shake your head and kiss all over his face.

Y/n: Why don't we just have intercrural sex?

Say what?

Yuta: What the fuck is that?

Y/n: You know, like if you were to fuck my tits but it's my thighs instead.

Oh.

Well, it's certainly a better option.

Yuta: Are you sure?

You nod, catches his lips in a gentle kiss.

Yuta: Fine. Hop off and get naked.

You do as you're told and help him out of his clothes.

You lock the door before crawling into the stranger's bed. You apologize in advance for your dirty actions, but you're not really sorry.

Yuta lays behind you, cock slotting between your thighs.

The friction was dry for the most part until his cock slid against your folds for a few seconds.

Y/n: Oh, fuck.

Yuta: Be good and I might just fuck you.

Y/n: Yes, Sir.

He repositions himself in your thighs and ruts his hips against your ass.

The way his cock sends tingles up your legs has you melting in his arms. His hand tightens around your throat as he kisses the nape of your neck.

His leaking tip gives him more than enough lubricant for his cock to slide effortlessly between your thighs.

You moan, choking a bit due to his fingers pressing lightly on the sides of your neck. He honestly didn't expect to get this aroused, but he likes it.

Y/n: You gonna cum for me, Sir?

Yuta: Where do you want my cum, baby?

Y/n: Inside me.

Yuta: Yeah? Think you deserve it?

Y/n: Yes. I deserve to be filled like a slut.

Yuta: Not like a slut, like my slut.

You gasp in surprise when his cock "accidentally" slips passed your entrance and hits your most desired spot.

He switches positions, kneeling right behind you. He pushes your head deep into the pillows to muffle your screams of pleasure.

You desperately grab at the sheets, walls clenching around him. Goosebumps decorate your entire body right before your vision blurs.

He pounds into your aching cunt, cum spilling deep inside you.

He pulls out and cleans your pussy with his tongue. He even lets you get a taste with a deep kiss.

Yuta: Feeling better, baby?

Y/n: Much better. Can we rest before going back out?

Yuta: Sure. Just don't make it obvious that we fucked. This is Jaehyun's room.

That sobers you up.

There's no fucking way.

Y/n: My brother?!

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a/n: LMAO, i'm insane. also, this is probably the shortest thing i've ever written ო̤̫ oh well!! thanks for reading ‹𝟹

[animeyanderetalker]

Just wanna say I LOVE your blue lock headcannons, I’ve been rereading them nonstop this past few days! But also from reading it a good chunk of them seem to “take the lead” in the relationship, at least subtly in some characters, so I’m wondering what some of the blue lock boys’ reactions would be to an s/o that would do a “kabedon” (a wall slam) to catch them off guard, despite the fact I’m more likely shorter than ALL of them 😂

I just chose the characters that I featured in my Hc's on my main blog:

Ego Jinpachi would just give his darling a very long and silent look without blinking once until the awkward silence makes you visibly uncomfortable and you slowly move away from him which then moves him to walk away and continue with whatever he was doing before. He's not going to say anything about it.

Mikage Reo does like to show off to his darling but he is quite a sucker for them which means that them doing a wall slam will actually greatly fluster him to the point where his cheeks and the tips of his ears actually grow pink and he kind of forgets how to speak for a few moments.

Teieri Anri probably lets out a startled yelp when you suddenly slam your hand behind the wall and cage her in between your body and the wall. The whole position flies over her head for a good few moments where she just ends up scolding you for scaring her before she actually realises what you're doing and then proceeds to get embarrassed, her cheeks flushed all whilst she still continues to scold you though her voice is more high-pitched now.

Kunigami Rensuke proceeds to clear his throat in his best attempts to hide any bashfulness he might be feeling even if the pink tips of his ears are very likely to give him away. Otherwise he remains quite composed though as he gently pushes you away from him.

Itoshi Rin is the second candidate after Jinpachi who is most likely just going to stare at you though as soon as you awkwardly shuffle away from him he actually grabs your wrist and asks you what all of this was about. Only after you have explained what the action of kabedon actually means will he have a tiny reaction by blinking a few times before dismissing this trope as stupid though you could swear that you see a dust of pink on his cheeks.

Barou Shoei doesn't even flinch when you try to push him against the wall, you're literally unable to move his body made out of sheer muscles and by the time he decides to amuse you by letting himself get slammed against the wall the whole surprise is already ruined. That's probably when he decides to suddenly reverse the positions by grabbing you by your hips and twisting you around so that he is the one caging you in between his body and the wall all whilst teasing you that this is how a kabedon is supposed to happen. Try harder next time.

Chigiri Hyoma is also caught by surprise when you suddenly slam your hands against the walls behind him though as soon as the first few seconds of surprise are over and he realises what you're doing he tries to somewhat downplay his reaction even if the pink on his cheeks gives him away. Don't tease him too much about it though or he might start pouting.

Bachira Meguru is just happy that his darling is giving him attention though there is some confusion laced within that grin of his. So he starts pestering you about why you just did that and as soon as you have explained to him what a kabedon is he decides that he wants to try too since it looks fun which is why you soon find yourself with your back against the wall.

Nagi Seishiro has the most bored reaction out of the entire bunch. Tired and lazy eyes just look at you with a hint of bewilderment but ultimately he decides to not even bother and instead just slumps his body forward so that you have to catch him before he pulls you down with him so that both of you are sitting on the ground and are just hugging.

Isagi Yoichi is also one who flinches when you suddenly slam your hands against the wall behind him and for a few seconds he looks like a deer caught in headlight as he looks at you and blinks rapidly, his body tense. Eventually his brain catches up with what is happening and that is when he starts blushing, still gathering the strength to ask if you could remove yourself before somebody sees the two of you.

[neptunescore]

Visceral needs [e] | lawhan | 2.0k | gifted to @ellearts <3

The bathroom mirror fogs up– clouds of steam filling the room as Jack steps out of the shower, a small sigh of relief leaving his lips as he runs a hand through his damp hair. 

It’d been a shit race, even thinking about it made him want to rip his eyeballs out in frustration; the absolute train wreck that this whole week was– two fucking engine failures and a botched pitstop. Jack had already wanted to bash his head against the wall when he’d finally completed that last lap — in P fucking nineteen, by the way, and that’s only because Pierre had to retire — he’d wanted to set the whole fucking motorhome on fire, and then, to make everything even worse, because the universe simply hated the thought of giving Jack one single moment of peace, Franco had pulled him aside and told him how glad he was that it wasn’t him in the car– that Jack hadn’t been replaced. The fucking nerve. 

The fucking nerve. 

Suffice to say, the only thing Jack wants to do now is fall face first into the comfy hotel bed he’d been dreaming about since. His wolf is already rumbling, the thought of soft beddings and rested limbs so alluring after the stress today had put his body through. 

He lets out a hum, eyes blinking close as he walks towards the room, footsteps muffled against the carpeted floor. Jack can already feel it– the inexplicable urge to turn. To shift. The loose grip he holds over the towel slung low on his waist slackens even further as he feels the familiar sparks zip through his bones. God, even just imagining it is relaxing; curled up, warm, head clear of any worry, paws tucked in—

Knock. 

Jack pauses. His muscles tense– no. Please, God, please, let that be his imagination, please—

Knock. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Jack is going to fucking kill someone. 

His wolf growls furiously as he makes his way towards the door; it’s still telling Jack to ignore it– ignore the incessant knocking, but the knuckles hitting against wood have only gotten louder the more the person — whoever it is — waits, and Jack knows it’s only going to make him more anxious if he doesn’t answer. He’s still pissed about it, though– irritation coursing through him as thick fingers wrap around the door knob, it’d better be something important (whatever this was) or else this person was really going to have to beg Jack for forgiveness. Beg the beast inside of him for forgiveness. Because if this was something stupid, Jack muses, he couldn’t be blamed for—

And. 

Oh. His anger melts.

“Oh-” Liam flushes, eyes immediately snapping away as a beautiful pink spreads over his face, “Um- didn’t expect you to be…” he gestures at Jack’s bare body, eyes flitting over him again before immediately looking away once more. 

Jack grins, all previous exasperation gone, “well, y’know what they say. Beauty should be admired by all.”

“Mate.” Liam groans. Mate, Jack his wolf thinks, matematematematematematemate—

“Y’here for anything?” He smirks– snaps himself out of it, “or did you just wanna catch a peak of the bod.”

Liam laughs, it’s a beautiful thing, his eyes crinkling in pure joy– Jack feels giddy knowing he’s the one who did that. He’s the reason Liam’s happy.

The boy calms, giggles tapering off, “it was my first podium today,” he whispers, voice filled with awe, and. Fuck. Jack feels the guilt hit him, how could he have forgotten? His best friend's first podium. And he didn’t even congratulate him. What was wrong with him? 

“Liam,” his wolf Jack whimpers– ashamed, “Liam, fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how I forgot, mate. Fuck, fuck, that’s such a huge thing, I’m so happy for you. I-” he doesn’t know what to do– how to apologise; he reaches out, lets his hand sink into the blonde tufts of Liam’s hair, soothes against it in what he hopes is an apologetic manner. 

Liam looks up at him, a pout already formed on his soft lips as his eyes widen innocently under fluttering eyelashes. Breath-taking. Jack wants to get down on his knees and worship him, beg for his forgiveness, listen to anything he–

Wait. Jack’s familiar with that look. That’s Liam’s ‘I-get-what-I-want’ look.

“I know how you can make it up to me.”

—

Now, seated in a much too packed club, wearing far too fancy clothes and pretending like he can hear whatever the fuck Oscar’s saying to him over the deafening noise– Jack kind of wants to kill himself. 

It’d been fun at first, vampire alcohol was strong (as far as Jack knew; it was really only a thing made for vampire consumption) and Liam was far too much of a lightweight about it– three glasses in and he’d climbed over the rest of the drivers there and forced himself a seat right between Jack’s legs, his touchiness only further encouraged by the hoots and laughs of the others around them. He’d sat there for so long Jack’s wolf had begun to purr. It was a low sound, one that — thank fuck — went unheard when mixed with the absolute din around them. 

Liam had left for the dance floor a while ago, though, and Jack was very much hating being here now. He loves Liam, he really does, but he’s tired. Today had been so shit, Jack just wants to hit the snooze at this point.

Mind set, he puts down the half empty glass. The chair sliding back as he gets up, eyes scanning the area around him, his wolf alert, as he looks for the familiar silhouette of Liam’s toned body– it’d just be pure rude if he left without saying goodbye. And another congratulations. And his wolf he just wants to see Liam one more time, honestly. 

Oscar raises up an eyebrow at him from where he’d given up on making conversation with Jack and instead moved to making fuck-me-please-eyes at Lando. Well. None of his business, Jack thinks.

“You seen Liam anywhere, mate?” He asks. 

Oscar squints, body leaning forward as he taps twice against his ear. 

“Liam,” Jack screams– fighting to be heard over the booming songs and chatter surrounding them, “seen him anywhere?” Oscar’s eyes light up, his head moving up and down as he nods, “bathroom,” he mouths– pointing towards the shadowed doors at the far end. Ah, that makes things so much easier. 

Jack gives him a quick smile, flashing a thumbs up before moving towards the area he’d pointed. He’s fast on his feet– a weird sense of urgency filling him that his wolf only seems to be echoing. It’s making him anxious– making him force his way between sweaty bodies and thrown about chairs much more harshly, pace only increasing until, finally, he’s pushing against those nearly hidden doors.

“Liam?”

—

For all the strobing lights and darkened atmosphere, the club’s bathroom is blinding. Bright white light hitting him straight in the face as soon as he enters, Jack can feel his retinas burning from the sudden switch. 

“Liam,” he calls out again as he walks further in. There’s only one stall occupied– right at the end of the hallway, Jack’s wolf whines pleadingly; the need to hear and see and feel increasing tenfold. He sighs, mulling it over– it’s not like it was wrong… just frowned upon. And nobody was even here. 

Two shaggy brown ears manifest through his hair. 

“Mate,” Jack says hesitantly, “You here?”

This time Jack can hear the faint scampering coming from the stall, small pants accompanying them as he catches his name being whispered. Then. As if he was there the whole time, Liam stands in front of him, his hands gripping at the fabric of Jack’s button-up black shirt, “Jack.”

The blonde looks up, eyes baring into Jack’s. 

Jack’s spine straightens up with a snap, his hands fly to Liam’s face as he pulls it towards him even more. Fuck. Something was wrong. 

Liam’s eyes are red. His pupils worryingly dilated, gaze glassy and skin wet with sweat; in all his years of drinking with Liam, this has never happened. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. There’s only one conclusion Jack’s getting from this– and it’s making hiswolfhimhiswolf livid. 

“Liam, fuck. Liam, listen to me,” Jack says pressingly, “did someone give you something?”

Liam looks up at him, brows furrowed, “Jack. Jack. Blood. Please- please, blood. Please.”

Shit. This is dangerous. Jack’s never seen Liam like this– never seen him this starved. He grabs at Liam’s shoulders, pushing the both of them back into the stall and locking the door behind him. Liam falls to the floor, legs crooked and open. Jack doesn’t know what to do.

His wolf growls at him, impatient and annoyed as if Jack is denying Liam of a solution—

Oh.

“Liam,” he drops down to his knees, legs stretching out, “come here. Come on.” Jack pulls the other boy towards him, hands around his waist as he places him on top of his lap. He slaps against Liam's face lightly, tangles his fingers into blonde strands and tugs harshly. It’s mean, he knows– can feel the displeasure his wolf is radiating, but this is important. Jack needs Liam to understand this.

“Liam. You’ve got to stop when I tell you to. Okay, mate?” He tugs at the hair between his fingers again– tightens his grip on Liam’s jaw even more, “Promise me, Liam. You’ve got’a promise.”

“Promise- I promise- please. Please- Jack,” Liam breathes, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows dryly. 

“Okay. Okay, fuck,” Jack exhales, head dropping back against the stall door behind him. He yanks at the collar of his shirt, forces it down until his neck is fully bare and open– unguarded. 

Liam whines. 

He looks up at Jack, expression dazed and pleading. 

“All yours, baby,” Jack reassures– voice hoarse and soft as the endearment slips out, “Come on.”

Jack lets his eyes close, let’s the anticipation wash over him, his wolf’s stomach on display as his ears perk up, and–

Pain. 

Overwhelming, body encompassing, mind numbing, pain. It hurts. Liam’s fangs breaching his artery deeper and deeper, sucking more and more; he wants to scream. Oh god. Oh god, he can feel his claws come out, can feel them sink into Liam’s skin, making themselves known right underneath his rib cage. And just when Jack thinks he might rip Liam apart, might claw Liam’s organs right out. But then—

Pleasure.

Waves and waves of pleasure. It fills his body, driving away the pain completely– Jack feels so good. His cock swells, trousers tenting up as his hips start grinding down onto the floor beneath him. Ecstasy consumes him, he’s so wet. Fuck. Jack doesn’t even know what’s happening anymore, he feels so fucking light; Liam’s cold body a constant weight above him as he loses himself to the euphoria. 

Absolutely filthy moans fill the room, only interrupted by small needy whimpers. It takes a while for Jack to realise he’s the one making the sounds. Oh, god.

Liam groans against his neck, sucking harder—

Shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jack’s hips speed up even more, he can’t stop it. He’s so desperate, oh, fucking hell. It feels so good. Oh god, oh god, he’s gonna cum. Oh.

Jack’s body slumps forward, muscles twitching as the overstimulation starts to set in– Liam isn’t stopping. 

“Liam,” he pants, “Liam, please, I can’t.” He’s going to black-out at this point; Jack’s wolf is already quivering from the onslaught of sensations. He reaches up, ripping Liam away from him– a sharp ache following the motion as pointed fangs dislodge from his neck. 

Liam growls, his eyes glowing animalistically as he grabs Jack by the face. 

“Mine.”

 Jack’s eyes widen, what–

There’s a tongue being shoved down his throat, licking at his mouth possessively as it shares Jack’s own blood between them. A freezing hand circling his throat caringly. Glass fingers pinching at the tips of his left ear. The imprint of a dick being pressed into his thigh.

Jack howls. 

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Finished up chapter 14 of LAD! Things are kinda picking up, finale's right around the corner.

MY BOY!! Hiiii! Omg! What's up??? ❤️❤️ Glad to see you!!

He's so happy!! Of course he knew. The staging of Kiryu's death was kinda... lackluster. I know it was pretty much the only way, but come ON. It was sus.

WATASE MY BELOVED!! MY MANS!!

Here I was, all like "oh nooooo ;-; watase must be SO disappointed about Kiryu dying :( I hope he's doing ok :(" and Kiryu was just vibing with him. Incredible. Kinda hoping there's fics of these two interacting, but I HIGHLY doubt it. I just think their dynamic is neat.

Me: "Why do I feel like this man is about to di-"

Me: "oh. okay, yeah. That checks out. RIP"

Based on the previous scene I had a strong suspicion about Arakawa being Ichi's dad. Always glad to be right even though it was obvious.

*snorts* Ichi... don't even worry about it. For real. You'd need divine intervention to even knock him out. This man is a human tank.

But yeah. Based on everything we've seen in Y0-Y6, I had a VERY strong hunch that Kiryu would wanna throw hands. That's just how he operates. And I was right. LOVED how he switched styles during the battle; I always wondered if he was still capable of using individual styles or if he was too used to the Dragon of Dojima style to do that anymore.

I started to sweat as soon as Beast style came out, but it was okay. I was over-leveled so the fight honestly wasn't a big deal. He was damn bulky, but so was my team.

There was TENSION here. Not even the sexual kind, just.... tension. of some sort. I was just like 👀👀👀👀👀 the entire time. Almost felt nervous.

Brb; gotta chew on a vase and throw myself into a frozen lake. Maybe bash my head against a brick wall and holler in agony at the full moon while I'm at it. Y'know, the usual stuff whenever I see Kiryu.

[forcebookish]

hiiii so you don't have to reply to this if you don't want but i'm so glad i found you. reading some of the comments about only friends has made me wanna bash my head against a wall and also made me question if i'm even watching the same series as everyone else?? i think the thing that gets me most is when people say that topmew's connection is "shallow" and top only wants him for sex which just baffles me cuz everything we have seen is quite literally the opposite. nevermind the fact that top has REPEATEDLY said he finds mew interesting and wants to date him...we also have him opening up to him about his past trauma and allowing mew to be there for him. and we also have him respecting mew's boundaries and if he does happen to misunderstand something he immediately backs off and apologizes. the contrast between the topmew and topboston scenes were literally staring us right in the face and some still don't get it??? it's exhausting and i feel like a lot of people didn't wanna give this couple a chance to begin with so now they are just saying anything to try and undermine them.

DING DING DING!!!!!!!!!!! (also hi omg thank u i'm glad you found me too💕💕💕💕💕💕 OF COURSE i had to reply to this you are spitting TRUTH, my anonymous friend!!!)

i kind of get it, they're trying to protect themselves from connecting with a couple they think are doomed by the "narrative" - of course, though, it's the narrative of the trailer that they're relying on, not the actual drama.

even so? even taking into account the trailer (which are often purposefully misleading!!!), shouldn't watching them be cute and hot be part of the fun? isn't their being sweet from the start what makes the "betrayal" more interesting? isn't not wanting to see them fall apart a more satisfying experience when they do? aren't we all looking forward to the angst?

i certainly am! i love angst! but angst needs some kind of foundation first. and the foundation that the drama is actually laying down is way more interesting than one or both of them being shitty from the start. it sounds so... joyless to watch them and assume that either of them are always lying or calculating or whatever.

there's definitely stuff that's hinky ngl we're going to get a twist, but i don't think it's anything like what we've seen from the fandom. what strikes me about all the wild fanon/headcanons/predictions is how insanely contrived they would be, even by BL standards lmao. or boring!!! omg top just being a bad guy from the beginning would be so boring!!!!!!!!

anyway, i'm rooting for them. no matter what, they're going to fall in love and no one can take that away from us *hair flip*

thank you for stopping by and giving me an excuse to rant about this again!!!! i love not shutting up about shit!!

[angelfoodscake]

everyday i have to shower and brush my teeth 🧎which takes so long

anyway i put dental wax on the braces that the ulcer is under so now it hurts less which is good . the ulcer is like higher up though so it still rubs against something . but the second AFTER i put that wax on my braces are now scratching the right side of my mouth like ok i see how it is

ive been avoiding brushing my teeth recently because of the ulcer but im not going outside so its fine and its only for a little bit anyway . been using mouthwash instead

ive been looking for jobs recently which is good (because i have no money that isnt christmas / bday money LOL) and my mum has been in a good mood recently so thats good

AAAGGHGG everyday i wake up and i remember stupid things i do and i wanna bash my head against the wall stop thinking why am i so stupid

anywya there are so many things i wanna do in life….. do tafe, go to uni, do art stuff, drive a boat, and learn how to play the cello but also i can lose interest and passion for things so easily and without warning so its kinda scary

[sunny6677]

Lavender.

Summary:

Skid goes about his daily life in the care of his adoptive father, Kevin—though of course as always with him, shenanigans ensue.

Chapter 17: Tender Treats - Part 3.

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With an eager knocking of their fists, Skid and Pump lifted their hands and beated their knuckles against the wooden door that lay before them. There was an odd amount of loud shouting from behind them as the night enveloped them, but neither of them seemed to exactly mind. Crickets chirped from nearby—and the faint scent of grass hung in the air. The perfect atmosphere for a spooky night like this!

And yet.. as they stood, there was no answer. Pump frowned slightly—his lips curling downward behind his mask. Maybe no one was home? Neither of them were exactly sure, but they didn't wanna leave the house without candy.

And then, Pump widened his eyes—seemingly getting an idea. He lifted his head, throwing it back slightly, and began to repeatedly throw his head back and forth against the hard frame of the door. The door gave a thud—the wooden material of it slowly beginning to crack the harder he bashed his head into it. Despite the visible severity of it, Pump never faltered.

After a few more moments of loud crashing, the door came open with a slam, and Pump stepped back with a smile still behind his mask.

"Come here, you prick!" A masculine voice yelled from the figure who had stepped out. It was an older looking man with wrinkles below his eyes, his hair poky and dark gray, but short enough to the point where it only went to his thin neck. He wore a light green sweater, along with a dark green overcoat and some blue jeans.

The man's brows furrowed, his lips curling further into a snarl. Skid and Pump beamed cheerfully, "Trick or treat!"

The man stared, his lips curling into a thin smile. "Excuse me?" He huffed as he bent down, snarling, "You just broke my door!"

..huh—well.. there was only one thing to do if they wanted candy.

Skid and Pump began to growl, jumping up and down as sharp and fierce yells escaped their mouths. The man seemed slightly unphased, squinting at them as they hopped desperately. No matter how much they yelled, he didn't appear to falter. Finally after a while, the man let out a sigh.

"..okay, fine, fine.. take it."

The man grabbed a few candies from his pocket, and threw them outward. Skid and Pump held their bags out. The candies landed inside of their respective bags with a soft thud. And the door in front of them slammed.

The two grinned. This was going to be a fun night!

————

From houses to houses they went, creating all sorts of different alternatives for 'Trick-or-treat'. They went to different people for candy, and even went to a church, though the old man who was inside just ended up coming out and threw boiling water on some random child. It didn't matter though! They were both still having fun. They even went into the forest, and saw all kinds of spooky looking things there!

As of now, they were running with brisk determination toward a lit up house with gray walls, and mostly green lighting. A mirror sat on the front porch, along with light spraying out from the windows, a gigantic skeleton with green pupils poking out from a nearby sign.

After running along the path that led to the steps, they hopped up the grey steps, and onto the porch. The porch was decorated with all kinds of webs, lights, a thick smoke that seemed to be coming from some nearby sprayer.

They glanced around, admiring the area. As their ears got used to the silence though, they slightly flinched when a gigantic hue of green smoke popped out from the entrance, and a face shoved itself at them.

"Ah—welcome, gentlemen!" It was an odd looking man with black eyeliner around his sockets. Two sharp teeth poked out from his mouth. And.. wait—was he?

"Welcome to the hauntiest of houses!" He beamed. Stepping to their side, he lifted what looked to be a bright green cape over his form, murmuring, "As you can see—"

He shoved himself behind them, and gently pushed them foward to a nearby mirror. "I am a real vampire!"

Skid and Pump looked into the mirror. Skids eyes shimmered with glee. The man wasn't even visible at all in the mirror! In fact, it looked as if nothing were behind them at all. Though Pump's stem seemed as if it were suddenly gone for some reason.

"Now, get inside!" He laughed, shoving them near the entrance, "And get scared!"

Skid and Pump giggled with glee, and with a sharp racing of their feet, they ran into the dark entrance. Skid could have sworn he saw something.. big, and red coming up from a far away distance. At least behind them anyway.

But, it was probably nothing.

————

There were vampires, zombies, and all kinds of ghouls inside! The place was amazing! There were red walls, haunted mirrors, green smoke from all around them. It was—it was the spookiest thing ever! Anytime a monster came out, they cheered with happiness, confused by why anytime they died, the monsters expression would always seem to falter.

After a long way through the corridor, the two found themself stepping back onto the porch, giggling.

Pump blinked though, noticing something. The vampire man from before wasn't there. Well, actually he was. But.. he was on the floor, whimpering—with a puddle of red liquid beneath his body.

"Oh, huey! Look!" Pump spoke. He slowly walked over with Skid trailing behind him, and his eyes glanced over the now blooded form of the vampire man. The man's arm, or at least the one that was lying beneath him, had been completely red—it even almost looked like it was missing or something.

"..that looks so real!" Pump grinned.

"Thats amazing!" Skid nodded, "Come on, let's go get more candy!"

With a spin of their heels, the two marched off of the porch—not bothering to really acknowledge the odd chill that ran up their spine. Almost as if they were being followed.

..but being followed felt spooky!

————

"..kid, listen. We need you to stay in your house, and lock all the doors."

The officer before Kevin spoke with a stern, but gentle tone as he looked upon him. Kevin fumbled with his hands, swallowing nervously. He didn't think he'd be in this position. Not on tonight of all nights. Not on this month. Not on the kids month. He.. the kid.. what would happen to the kid?

Kevin found himself shuddering at the thought. Of what could even happen to the kid while he was out there with that man going around. There was always a chance the man wouldn't find him, but—he didn't wanna take any chances.

He gasped out—his skin feeling numb as anxious thoughts raced in his mind.

"But—dude, my.." Kevin shakily spoke, "My kids out there! My.. he and his friend are out there. I can't just—leave them!"

The officer hesitated. "..don't worry, sir. We'll find 'em. What costume was he wearing?"

"Uh.. well, he was in a skeleton costume. And.. he's—he's like eight, so he's really small."

The officers looked at the sidewalk. On the sidewalk, there were.. several people in skeleton costumes, most of them looking between twelfth and the age he just said.

"..can.. you, uh.. can you be a little more specific?" The officer asked.

"Wh—ugh.. his friend is wearing a pumpkin costume!"

The officers looked behind them again. This time, there were several kids in pumpkin costumes.

The officers stared, and the brown haired one let out a sigh.

"..yeah, yeah, just.. uh.. keep the doors locked. We'll try to find 'em if we can."

Kevin paused, widening his eyes as his brows furrowed. How could they just.. be so insensitive? Would they not even bother to take him along so he could point his own kid out? He groaned, spinning around as he forced himself back into his house.

"Sir, we—"

Kevin slammed the door.

————

Kevin stood at the window as they both got into the vehicle. The vehicle started up outside with a click, beginning to slowly move along the road with a muffled whir. His thoughts swirled. Where would his kid possibly have gone? Where would his friend have gone? He was supposed to be taking care of the kid. Not leaving him out to die!

He didn't wanna leave the kid at all. He didn't wanna leave.. his kid.

He furrowed his brows again, and his eyes fixed into a glare. Whipping out his phone from his pocket, he firmly pressed the button on the side of it that turned it on. With a swipe, he went to the messengers app. He didn't care what the officers said. That was a kid he was supposed to be looking after, and he wasn't gonna let him get hurt.

He firmly pressed at the numbers on the phone once he had pressed the call button, and after a while once he stopped, it began to ring. He pressed it to his ear, waiting for a voice to speak.

Finally.. someone answered.

"Uh.. hey, dude!"

"..Radford. Look, I—I know you said you'd be busy tonight, but I kinda need you. I—god.. I—"

"Woah.. what? What happened?"

"The—the kid. I can't find him. I can't find him or his friend. He went out trick or treating on his own. He talked me into it, and I let him go. And there's a weird dude on the lose trying to kill anyone he runs into, and—"

"What?! Why—why'd you let him go by himself, dude?!"

"I—I don't know! He just really wanted to go by himself this year. Ugh.. look, just—get over here. Rick's at the candy store right now, and I don't really have anyone else to turn to. So.. please."

"..well.. I.. okay, dude. I'll come over to help you. Just let me get some actual clothes on first—"

"Du—Dude—I need to find the kid! Why would you need to put new clothes on just to—"

"Ok—Okay! Okay.. sorry. I'm on my way."

[p-antomime]

In your virgin!thoma post you mentioned virgin!itto, and I really wanna hear your take on the big oni himbo!!

ah, my favorite concept with itto is virgin!itto, because like... c'mon, just look at:

virgin!itto spend several and several hours in the late hours of the night reading and looking for anything that has anything suggestive so that he can have good fap material, since he doesn't know what a hot, wet hole feels like inside; he has never had the real opportunity to feel it — or, if he did, he was stupid enough not to realize that the person was making advances at him.

virgin!itto who can almost never restrain his own thoughts when seeing girls in shorts or skirts and the result of this is him with his head pressed against the shower stall in his bathroom, his hand busy pumping and squeezing his dick, the precum mixing with the cold water droplets from the shower, his teeth pressed hard into his lower lip, trying not to make too much noise since the walls are thin and the neighbors can hear — can you imagine if they find out that a guy like itto, handsome, beefy, tall, is still a virgin? itto would die of shame!

and when virgin!itto ends up with a crush? it could be at work, at college, even on a normal walk in the park… the fact is: regardless of where itto would have got this crush, the only place he'd be moaning your name would be in bed, in the middle of the night, while using a transparent fleshlight around his cock, trying to reproduce what your pussy could be, how tight it could be, how wet it could be, how small, tiny it could be.

at these times, itto would even be pulling his shirt up to put it between his teeth just so he could get a better look at the way the fleshlight went up and down around his big, fat girth, even though most of the time he would be rolling his eyes up in pure bliss; his mind too clouded to think about anything, anyone but you.

however, it would take him a while to make the first move around you; itto would be so shy around you that ayato and thoma would barely be able to contain their laughter at seeing him so bashful.

however, as soon as he managed to exchange more than four words with you, virgin!itto would not hesitate to try to take the first opportunity to take you to his house, taking the step of hiding his fleshlight and all the inappropriate magazines he had deep in his drawers, just as he would not hesitate to take the opportunity to kiss you when you were sitting on the edge of his bed. and the kiss alone was enough to send all the blood in his body to his cock, with a more than evident bulge forming between his legs.

"P-Please, I wanna—," itto would whimper sliding hands from your shoulders to the belt of his pants to unbuckle it, "wanna feel the real thing around my dick, please," he babbled, already massaging his girth, "'m so hard it hurts, just—"

"are you still a virgin, ittoki?" and his answer came in the form of an embarrassed nod, which turned into reddened cheeks as soon as you opened a small smile sideways, "are you that desperate for a pussy?"

"fuck, yes, I fucking am, you have no—," he put his hands on your shoulders pushing you against the bed to pin you between it and him, "no idea about how fuckin' much i've been wanting to fuck you"

that day, virgin!itto was going to not only lose his virginity, but also discover that his favorite position was mating press; it was incomparable the feeling of having you beneath him, milking his cock and melting beneath his big hands, with your legs pressed against your tits as he buried himself deep inside you, almost wombfucking you and determined to fill you up and keep you full of cum. itto was also going to discover that maybe or maybe not he had a little thing for people smaller than him being pinned between him and the bed.

— genshin masterlist.

[sin-sidejob]

(nsfw) gender neutral reader worship kink Reagan like a goddess until she's a blushing mess and embrace it

(Me casually writing this over my bowl of fucking cornflakes)

“You sure about this?”

“Oh c’mon,” you murmur, kissing at her jawline and looming overhead while you stand, her sitting at her desk chair, “you toy with me and have me at your mercy all the time, why can’t I return the favor?”

With a few more sucks at her pulse and nips of your teeth at her jawbone, she melts and acquiesces, bone tired from the day she’s had at work and feeling to warm and plush from your ministrations to desire taking control.

“Can I take you to bed, Doctor?”

She literally all but purrs at that, accepting your hand and slowly rising before you take her back to your shared bedroom, kissing her languidly and playing with her tongue as you undress her of her shirt and jacket, managing to undo her belt once she’s backed upon the bed.

“Look at you, you look so pretty like this.” You muse aloud, shamelessly admiring her and seeing her cheeks flush and warm, growing bashful and squirming a bit against the bed, just in her bra and work pants before you. “Prettier than a picture.”

She whines, pouting up at you, “stop that and come ‘ere.” Reagan truly does look pretty like this, hair strewn about her and looking up at you with a look far softer than what she gives anyone else, reserved for just you. You lean down and kiss her, planting a knee between her legs after you’ve shed her of her pants, thankful she left her shoes at the door.

Her panties brush your knee and she keens, grinding back against it and thrums like a struck guitar string, voice murmuring your name softly while her eyes close shut, too pleased to keep them open.

“There you go, keep grinding sweet thing, you’ve got it.” You breath and praise against her neck, undoing the back clasp of her bra in a flicking motion then taking your palms up to cup her breasts, thumbing her nipples idly and relishing in the way her back arches off the bed.

“Wanna’ feel you, want your hands.” You chuckle darkly and mark up the column of her throat, excited at the premise of Reagan wearing of of those sleeveless turtlenecks she borrows from you, “you’ve got my hands, sweet thing, feel?” Hands squeeze her tits for emphasis, and you hold back a laugh from her squealing whine and the pouty glare she sends.

“Want your hands in me, there, that better?”

“Oh, much better.” Your hand tugs at her panties then tears them impatiently, knowing you already had to go clothes shopping soon and that these wouldn’t be missed, thriving in the sighing gasp she lets out once her cunt gets exposed to the chill of the air.

You thumb at her clit while your pointer and middle finger brush through her slick, sliding through her folds languidly and toying with her, watching as she weakly lifts her head to look down then lays it back in a huff, all tense and taut like a rubber band, waiting for the snap.

Fingers deftly curl against her walls and you spread them between thrusts of your wrist, feeling her clench. You have to move a hand down from her chest to lift her thigh up and press it to her chest to keep her still and stop her squirming, keep her cunt open wide for you. “Atta’ girl, feeling better?”

“Fuck yes, wanna’ kiss though.” You fill her request, leaning up to press doting pecks to her lips she weakly responds do, wanting to feel you close. Your wrist keeps flicking in an upward thrust as you fuck your fingers into her, feeling her grind down upon you.

“There you go, getting close?” She hums in response, nodding while she digs her heels into the bed and fucks herself on your hand, feeling you slide in your ring finger and stretch her just so, her thighs shaking now. “Real close, wanna’ cum so bad”

“I’ve got you, lemme handle it sweet thing,” you soothe, keeping her thigh pressed to her chest with your forearm while your hand reaches down to rub at her clit, swallowing her moans with your mouth and eagerly. “C’mon now, give it to me, soak my hand. Make a mess for me Doctor.”

She makes good on your request, crying out and opening in one of those silent screams, eyes wide shut as she comes on your hand and the comforter, making a mess just as you ordered.

“Good girl, did so well for me.” You dote, dotting kisses over her nose and cheeks, pecking her lips and marked jaw while your hands smooth over her bare form, keeping her skin warm.

She nudges your nose with hers, lazy and sated, eyes fluttering open in movements reminding you of a butterfly’s wings. “There you are, wanna’ clean up?” Reagan hums a no, shaking her head before reaching her arms out to bring you closer and you take the opportunity to lift her into your arms, carrying her into the bathroom while she petulantly whines in a manner reminding you of a child when they say they’re not tired.

“C’mon love, let’s go wash up.”

[huggybug]

I don’t know if you are taking requests, but could you do something about Trev having to put poppy into time out and her getting really upset and trev being so upset and heartbroken. Like she’s calling for him but she was naughty/did something bad? x

i’m always taking requests for poppy!! also this takes place when she’s a bit younger maybe around 3/4

“Hey P, you have to clean up these toys before everyone comes over” You remind your daughter who had her dolls spread out all over the living room.

“No” You freeze just as you’re about to leave the room and turn to face her.

“Excuse me?”

“No Mama. I’m still playin’” Poppy grumbled, not bothering to look at you while she plays.

You sighed as you checked the time, the guys were going to be over any time now. “Poppy, I asked you to clean them up ten minutes ago… I’m not going to ask again”

“What’s going on?” Trevor asked as he came downstairs, stopping short of the kitchen when he saw you in a standoff with your toddler.

“Mommy’s makin’ me clean but I just wanna play!” Poppy squealed which made you huff and look to Trevor for support. He had the tendency to go easy on her and as nice as that was, you didn’t love being the bad cop every time.

Trevor caught your signal and cleared his throat, “Poppy” Trevor warned, “If Mom told you to do something, you have to listen”

“No!” She shrieked, grabbing one of the dolls and hurling it in your direction. It hit Trevor’s shin and you could tell he was pissed when he kicked the doll back towards her. It landed a ways away but still, the intent was there.

“Poppy Jane!” Trevor yelled, startling you just as much as Poppy, “Clean all of this up right now and then you’re going in a time out” Poppy’s eyes went wide, looking absolutely petrified at the sight of her dad being angry.

She silently started to pick up her dolls while you and Trevor stood watching. When she was done, Trevor marched her over to her little chair, sitting her down in it before spinning it around to face the wall. “Five minutes” You trail behind him, leaving Poppy facing the wall while you head into the kitchen.

“That was a little harsh” You mumbled as you finished putting some of the food out for everyone that should be at your house any minute now.

“It hurt, barbie’s high heel bruised my shin” You snorted as he raised his leg for you to see the surprisingly nasty bump that was already forming. “She’s fine though right? I wasn’t too mean?”

“She’ll be okay” You shrug.

Trevor groaned, pulling you away from the counter and into his body, draping his arms around you to keep you still. “I feel bad” He poured while looking down at you with his bottom lip sticking out.

“She’s going to be fine babe, she didn’t even cry”

“Daaaaddy” Poppy called, interrupting your conversation.

“Don’t go, she’ll just think she can get whatever she wants” You remind him. Trevor was a good dad, great even but he had a hard time disciplining Poppy which was quickly becoming a problem. He liked to buy her anything and everything she wanted which is a problem along but paired with not staying strict on your own rules, it was an impending disaster.

“But-”

“I’m sorry Daddy, can I be done now?” Poppy whined from her chair and Trevor looked at you with a pained expression.

“Stay strong Trev” You patted his chest and squirmed out of his arms to answer the door, letting Jamie in who was the first to arrive.

You walked back through the living room to find Trevor sitting with Poppy, leaning against the wall that she faced. “I don’t want to be mean baby but you have to listen”

“I know, I’m sorry” Your heart almost broke in two when you heard Poppy’s little voice. She was looking at Trevor with the biggest puppy dog eyes, ones that honestly rivalled his own.

“Alright, go apologize to your mom and then you can go play with Uncle Jamie” Trevor says after his eyes flicker up to see you and Jamie standing there.

Poppy stands from her time out chair and bashful walks over to you, wraps her arms around your legs and mumbles her apology. You decide to forego the lecture since Trevor seemed to have it under control so Poppy runs off, dragging Jamie along with her.

“Good job babe” You smiled as you walked over to where Trevor was still sitting against the wall. “I knew you could do it”

“I didn’t want to. I hate getting mad at her, she’s my baby” He mumbled, watching out the window where Poppy was conducting some sort of game.

“It’s the only way she’s going to learn”

“I know… it just sucks” He sighed.

“C’mon, I think this is affecting you more than her, let me get you a drink” You winked, pulling him to the kitchen to get him a well deserved beer.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

And It Shall Never Fail

Explicit Bonus Chapter - Relative Dating

Stifling | Relative Dating Bonus Scenes Masterlist

Pairing: Indiana Jones x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: Welcome back to the final bonus garbage fire! Hope y’all are doing well. Sorry this bonus chapter was late!

The hymn text is from a poem is love poem found in a royal mummy of the Armarna period, translated by Sir Alan Gardiner. Full text can be found here if you’re interested :)

I also recommend the Philip Glass Akhenaten and Nerfertiti, where an actor does the spoken voice of the poem before Akhenaten and Nefertiti sing it. I know opera isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but linking it here in case anyone’s interested! Speaking starts ~ 1:21.

Warnings: Teasing; tooth-rotting fluff, explicit sexual content - fingering, handjob, piv, unprotected sex

Summary: When you get a good look at Indy, you find him smiling. His eyes are wandering your face with a fondness and fascination that you mistook for kindness when you were at school. You know what it is, now—it puts you in mind of a booth at a diner near campus, for what wound up being a very socially scandalous grilled cheese. 

“Slow down,” Indiana chides. It’s no use—it doesn’t slow the way you shovel forkfuls of food into your mouth. Your empty stomach is still grumbling and growling at you, even though you practically inhaled the appetizers, too. 

“When’s the last time they fed ya?” He adds. 

Your fork stills for just a moment. You give a small shake of your head, and Indiana’s face darkens. You take up your wine and take a swig before turning back to your plate. 

“It was...We were busy,” You excuse through a mouthful. Indiana just grunts and takes up his fork, pushing the food around his plate. 

“If you’re not gonna finish that—” You start. 

“How about we just see if you can handle what’s in front of you before you volunteer mine.”

You smile a little, leaning back in your seat a bit. 

“We were busy.” 

“You said that. Doesn’t make it alright.” 

“They tried to give me water.”

“Tried?” 

“I didn’t trust it, so I didn’t drink it.” 

“Mm.” 

You fold your arms, leaning against the table and watching Indy for a moment. He’s still got dust smeared on his neck; there’s a little bruise on his cheek that he must’ve gotten in the scuffle with the man. 

“...How can you stand it?” You ask.

“Hm?” 

“How can you stand people not knowing that we’ve found what we’ve found? I just wanna scream it from the rooftops! It was the most wondrous sight I’ve ever seen—everything was pristine and so well preserved, from the furnishings to the hieroglyphs—and…And maybe this is foolish or wishful thinking, or—well, not wishful thinking, it could’ve been the end, but—but it…It looked like it was going to work. Can you imagine?” 

When you get a good look at Indy, you find him smiling. His eyes are wandering your face with a fondness and fascination that you mistook for kindness when you were at school. You know what it is, now—it puts you in mind of a booth at a diner near campus, for what wound up being a very socially scandalous grilled cheese. 

“Well?” You prod a little, though that old bashfulness starts to sneak up on you. 

“...You know it. I know. Sallah knows it…That’s enough for me.” 

You lean back, sighing. 

“I hope I’ll get there some time.” 

“...You will, sweetheart.” 

“What if I don’t?” 

“You will.” Jones leans back in his seat, lightly tapping his form on his plate as he seems to take a moment to think. “Hieroglyphs, huh?”

“Sure, what about ‘em?” 

“There weren’t many in the temple.”

“No. No, but there were some along the walls on the way in. A hymn.” 

“Oh?”

“Mm…” You eye your plate as you recall what you’d read, “I breathe the sweet breath which comes forth from thy mouth…I behold thy beauty every day. It is my desire that I may be rejuvenated with life through love of thee…Give me thy hands, holding thy spirit that I may receive it and may live by it…Call thou upon my name unto eternity…And it shall never fail.” You go quiet, a warm and delicate feeling swirling in your chest. When you glance up at Indiana, you find him watching you with a sweet, soft smile. You lower your head, clearing your throat and adding,

“Well anyway, I pretended it was directions.” 

“What?” 

“I was stalling for time.” 

“And they bought it?”

“Easily.”

-- 

“Aw, crud,” You groan, kicking your shoes off. “I think I could sleep for a hundred years.”  

“Why don’t we start with a few hours—Don’t lay down.” 

You turn, pouting, and give a petulant stomp of your foot. 

“Why not?” 

“You’ve still got dirt all over yourself.” Indiana nods toward the small bathroom. “Go get washed up, kid. Then you can sleep.” 

“...For a hundred years?” 

“Five, maybe six hours.” 

“More than that.” 

“Clean up,” Indy orders, giving your ass a whack as you go on your way. 

--

You wake up a number of times. You never remain awake for long; you weave in and out of sleep, but relax each time you feel cuddled Indy behind you, or his arm around your waist. The bed is still a little too small and the room is still a little too hot, but you find relief in him still. 

-- 

Indy’s awake when you wake up. You feel his hand smoothing tenderly along your hip as you come to. His fingers draw lazy circles, nonsensical shapes. His fingers slow in their drifting as he reaches the band of skin where your camisole has ridden up in the night. You reach down gently, resting your hand atop his. You hear Indiana draw in a deep breath before he cuddles closer. He brushes a kiss to your shoulder, then another before he presses his face into the skin there. 

You open your eyes to the dim room, eyeing the wall as sunlight begins to creep in through the small window. 

“Has it been a hundred years yet?” You mumble, voice thick from sleep. 

“...Only about fifty.” His words tickle against your shoulder as his lips brush your skin. 

“Well then I’m not getting out of bed yet.” 

“Good. I don’t want you out of bed yet.”

It’s another moment before Indiana’s hand skates up from beneath yours. He slips his fingertips beneath your top, massaging gently. You squirm at the touch, pressing your back into Indiana’s chest. His palm skims over your belly before settling there for a moment. His kisses brush along your neck. They trail to your jaw, skimming over the hinge. You feel his chin nudge over the spot as he draws your earlobe between his teeth. He gives it a gentle tug, then a teasing suckle. You squirm at the hot, ticklish sensation, a sleepy giggle escaping your mouth. It’s chased just a moment later with a sigh of his name. 

Indiana hums, drawing back from your lobe. He drops light kisses to your cheek as he greedily paws your breasts. It’s only a moment before pawing turns to squeezing, and squeezing turns to smoothing his fingertips over your hardening nipples. He shifts to directionless swipes and swirls, and the odd gentle tweak when you seem to go quiet on him. You shift and whimper from touch to touch, biting your lip. It’s force of habit—nearly all of your liaisons in your time with Indy before were carried out clandestinely. 

Your thighs squeeze with needy impatience. You can feel Indiana throbbing and hard against your lower back. You push your hips back against him, a smug smile curling your lips as he lets you a grumbling groan against your cheek. You grin, worming a hand between the two of you. You roll your palm against his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze and grinning as his hips twitch against your hand. 

Indy’s touch trails from your breasts to slide under the waistband of your sleep shorts. You shiver as his fingers delve between your thighs. He finds you slick and aching. 

“Sweetheart,” He urges with breathless annoyance, “You’re killin’ me here.”

Rather than snip at him, you roll onto your back. Indiana wastes no time in covering your mouth with his. Neither of you quibble about the earliness of the hour; about each other’s sleep-ruffled appearances and morning breath. You just murmur hum and and sigh between kisses, your faces twisting with mutual pleasure. For all of the time spent apart, you each seem as versed in one another’s bodies as you were the day you left him in Cairo.

You tip your head back against the pillows as two of Indiana’s fingers press into you slowly. Your cunt throbs around them. You spread your thighs a touch wider, pushing your hips down into him. Jones groans, lowering his forehead to rest against your clavicle. You feel his head turn—you’re certain he’s eyeing where your legs are nudging against his as you try to encourage his touch. He curls his fingers in a beckoning motion, rotating his wrist to and fro. The sensation makes your hips twitch slightly on the bed. You feel him huff a pleased laugh out, the heat of his breath rolling over your breast. 

“Indy, please,” You mumble, wary to beg any louder than necessary, “I need you—please.”

Indiana turns his head, brushing a kiss to your skin before he straightens up, gently withdrawing his fingers to undress. You sit up as he does, tugging your camisole up and off. Then you raise yourself to your knees, shifting from one to the other to work your shorts from your hips to your knees before flopping back to work them the rest of the way off. You look up as he takes hold of the shorts, yanking them down your thighs and flinging them over the side of the bed.

Your eyes sweep across Indiana’s body, admiring the broad planes of his chest, the strong muscles of his thighs, and his weeping cock where it curves up toward his belly. You reach out for him, grinning as he settles between your thighs. You reach down, taking hold of his cock. Indy shudders, shifting his hips forward. The head of his cock brushes against you, catching against your clit. You grin against his groan, guiding his cock down to where you’ve been aching for him. Indiana plants his knees on the mattress, pressing your thighs wider. 

Your eyelids flutter as Indiana fills you. He takes his damn time about it, too. You think he’s punishing you a little—for being kidnapped, for translating a little too well, for potentially rousing a dead king. But when Indiana lowers his chest to yours—when he presses his forehead to yours and chases your gaze and lips with his own—you realize he’s savoring it. He’s savoring you. He’s covering you so completely and filling you so entirely that you start to shake. He slides his hands along your sides and arms. He turns his head to brush your cheek with his as his hips begin to roll with gentle care. 

“I breathe the sweet breath which comes forth from thy mouth.”

Your mind pricks with familiarity, brow furrowing at Indiana’s tender murmur. He drops a kiss to your jaw, and presses the words there, “I behold thy beauty every day. It is my desire that I may be rejuvenated with life through love of thee.”

Your hands slide from Indiana’s arms, resting atop his hands and giving them a little squeeze. He turns his hands over to intertwine with yours, sweeping his thumbs along the sides of his hands. 

“Give me thy hands, holding thy spirit…” You whisper, nerves and heat pushing over your body, “That I may receive it and may live by it.” 

Indiana turns his head, nudging his nose against yours.

“Call thou upon my name unto eternity,” He leads. You open your mouth, tipping your chin up as your bodies, lips, and voices brush together: 

“And it shall never fail.”

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[jeongwife]

first i wanna say ur blog is one of my top faves omfg ur writing always hits the spot 😩🦋💓

anyway i was going thru ur masterlist and i noticed there is an unfortunate lack of junhui asks </3 so might i request ur thoughts on soft giggly morning sex?

i'm imagining reader gets in the shower and he pokes his head thru the door like "me too? :]" and it starts really cute like shampooing each other's hair and making it stand up in funny shapes but then escalates to u going at it and just,, laughing and having fun with it 😞

thanks for indulging in my domestic!junhui agenda courtesy of my nonstop china line brainrot </3

hihi!!!! thank you so much for all the love 🥺🥺 THIS SCENARIO THOUGH OMG ;-; i kinda got carried away with this bc i am a sucker for domesticity 💗 i hope you like this hehe

imagine the hot water cascading down as you shower to get ready for work when you hear the turning of the bathroom door knob, sticking you head out of the shower curtains to see jun peeking inside in a similar manner, sheepish grin on his face as he asks if he can join.

at your nod, he happily enters the bathroom, and you go back to showering as you hear the sound of his pyjamas hitting ground before the curtain is pulled back and he steps into the shower behind you. while this definitely isn’t your first time seeing each other naked, there’s still a sense of bashfulness when he presses soft kisses to your bare shoulder, murmuring a sleepy “good morning, baby” against your skin.

he insists on helping you shampoo your hair, giggling at the moan that involuntarily slips past your lips as his fingertips soothingly massage your scalp, careful not to get the foamy lather in your eyes. his laughter doesn’t cease as his fingers mould your hair into a large spike atop your head.

you can’t help but join in when you catch your reflection in the shower head, immediately reaching for the shampoo so you can do the same to him. jun smiles at how you bite your lower lip in concentration as you work the floral shampoo into his hair, soon creating a smaller, twisted spike on his head.

he places a dollop of foam on the tip of your nose, earning a feigned, scandalised gasp from you before you return the favour and draw a stripe on his cheek. this turns into a competition where the two of you smear as many bubbles as you can on each other, your hushed giggles echoing off the tiles of the bathroom while the water continues raining down on the both of you, gently washing off the suds.

your playful fight ends with you pressed against the cold wall of the shower as jun kisses you softly, one of his hands grabbing your thighs to hook it around his waist while he grinds his hardening cock against your core.

“j-junnie, now?” you gasp out in between his kisses as you clutch his broad shoulders for support, to which he nods. “now, want you so bad, baby,” he confirms, eyes clouded with both lust and affection as he leans in to kiss you again, moaning into your mouth when one of your hands slide down between your bodies to wrap around his cock and slowly pump him to full hardness.

jun giggles at your whine when he rubs soft circles on your clit with his thumb as his index and middle fingers drag along your slit to collect the slickness dribbling out of you, experimentally dipping inside your entrance to tease you, earning breathy whimpers from you as you beg him to hurry up.

his soft hair tickles your neck as he places more feathery kisses there, smiling against your skin at the giggles that escape your parted lips as he finally guides the thick head of his cock to your soaked folds. when he starts slowly thrusting into your pussy, you bring a hand to cup the side of his face, encouraging him to look at you.

“i love you,” you say sweetly as he groans from the almost innocent twinkle in your eyes, droplets of water catching onto your lashes as you gaze at him through them. his cock twitches inside your snug walls and his hips surge forward, pushing the tip of his cock into your sweet spot as your lips part in a silent moan.

he watches your face contort with pleasure with a grin as he tightens his hold on the thigh wrapped around his waist, pecking your lips while he picks up the pace to chase your orgasms.

“i love you too, baby.”

nonnie…i think you just gave me junrot…now i can’t stop thinking about him calling me bǎo bèi omg what have you done 😞💗 — admin lily <3