#swear it looks better if you click the pic

[oconist]

parallels during the 2019 season, esteban & pierre

Vievee Francis, The Shared World / Adonis, Song / Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin / Lucille Clifton, Climbing / Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games / Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947 / Carrie Fountain, Burn Lake / Rachel McKibbens, Blud / Gabriel García Márquez, Of Love and Other Demons / Franny Choi, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On / Louise Glück, The Triumph of Achilles / Willa Cather, The Basket / Sarah Rose Etter, The Book of X / Amy Hempel, Cloudland

inspired by @unabashedlycasualangel's elle me dit, specifically chapter 5, which made me remember what este & pierre were doing during 2019. go read the fic, it's amazing in all the great ways and it hits so hard.

[ghoulbats]

EXCUSE ME SIR. I really like your writing, can I have a written response to the suggestion of marriage?? 🤼‍♀️

(I was trying to find a proposing emoji but instead I saw this preparing-to-wrestle which feels somehow more appropriate ♥)

[frantic-fiction]

Lose Yourself 18+

Pic: @casualya (side note....hot 🥵)

Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x f!Tav

Summary: During a feeding Astarion gets worked up and a bit too excited. He's embarrassed, but it turns out Tav finds it incredibly hot.

Warmings: Smut MDNI, Premature ejaculation, dry humping, fingering, PnV Sex, overstimulation, comfort sex, blood

Word Count: 2.2k

Astarion's grip tightens against your jaw, tilting your head slightly more to give him better access to your neck. The initial chill of his bite has settled to a delicious icy throb. A moan rips from your kiss-swollen lips, relishing the feeling of your blood flowing into his greedy mouth. You scratch your nails against Astarion’s scalp, combing through his tousled curls. A smile streches you lips when a shiver runs down his spine, and the hand grabbing your thigh tightens.

The majority of Astarion’s body weight is blanketing you. His hips slotted between your parted legs, mindlessly grinding against the inside of your thigh, too consumed by your blood to be fully in control. You rub his back, shoulders, neck, any skin you can get you wandering hands on and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. This has him purring into your neck and rutting faster against your body, chasing more pleasure.

This night, you had made sure to stock up on extra health potions and lesser restoration scrolls so Astarion could have his fill without worry of any repercussions on your health come morning. 

And gods, you will be sure to make this a ritual from now on because seeing Astarion so lost in your body’s comfort, so relaxed and focused solely on his pleasure. It has your heart pounding and arousal pooling between your thighs. 

Feeling the telltale signs that it’s time for Astarion to stop, you grab tightly at his shoulder giving him a little shake. “Star,” you slur. 

Astarion sighs through his nose, taking one last sip before unlatching from your neck. He’s still lost in the haze of his feeding, eyes glossy and unfocused, trying desperately to meet your gaze. Tiny trickles of blood fall down his chin and onto your chest, where he messily laps the droplets with his tongue. Astarion’s hips are still pistoning against you, and little breathless gasps of pleasure escape his mouth. You swear you’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight. Then Astarion tenses, and with a choked sob of your name falls from his mouth, and he comes spilling onto your stomach.

The room stills.

Only the sounds of rapid breaths fill the room. Astarion’s eyes are wide open, and his mouth is agape, looking down at the mess on your stomach. You’re frozen, glued to the beads of sweat trailing down Astarion’s chest, moving down the planes of his stomach. 

“Shit,” he backs away. An embarrassed flush–only evident due to the recent blood consumption– floods his face moving all the way to the points of his ears.

“Fuck,”  you whimper needily, clenching against the rush of heat that simmers in your stomach.

Then Astarion lets you go, and you finally notice Astarion’s distress.

“I-that…shit,” Astarion stumbles over his words and hands you a cloth to clean yourself with. “I’m so–”

You pounce, and he catches you in his arms, looking startled. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence?” You growl, claiming his mouth in a chaste kiss, chasing the metallic taste off his lips. “That was so fucking hot.”

He clicks his tongue and lets go of you again. Backing away, Astarion starts picking up his scattered clothes. “Yes, I’m sure watching me cream myself like a boy being touched for the first time was just so attractive.” Astarion huffs and rolls his eyes. “Spare me,”

Feeling annoyed, you huff, knowing you need a different approach. Moving closer, you grab the clothes from Astarion’s hand, throw them to the side, and cup his jaw. You draw him into another kiss and trail a hand up the smooth skin of his chest, stopping to circle your thumb around his nipple. Astarion signs into your mouth and runs both his hands down your naked sides, pausing to squeeze your hips.

“My love, that was by far one of the most sexy things I’ve ever seen.” Voice low and seductive, your lips barely pulling away from him. “Seeing you lose control, drunk on my blood, on my body,” 

Astarion shudders when you scratch your nails lightly down his chest before taking his hand in yours. Smiling wickedly, you peck his lips and pull away, ensuring he can see eyes. 

“Hells, Star,” Pulling him, you guide his fingers to your dripping heat. “I’ve never been so turned on.”

This has the desired effect. Astarion’s nimble fingers instinctually begin exploring, and you bite back a moan. He pulls away quickly to examine his slick, covered digits. When Astarion meets your gaze, all embarrassment seems to vanish, and he’s pushing you back down onto the bed. He rests his forearms on either side of you, cradling your head. Astarion trails a thumb over the curve of your jaw. Your hands snake around his neck. 

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to having Astarion look at you like he is now. Like you hung the moon and crafted each star so he would never be alone at night. It overwhelms you with such love that all you can do is pull him down and capture his lips. The kiss has no urgency, just two lovers enjoying the soft embrace. It holds the warmth of a crackling campfire, its embers building to something that leaves you needing more. 

Astarion coaxes your mouth open, and when you grant him access, he leads your tongue in a practiced dance. Feeling the tease of his razor-sharp fang, you moan, cupping the back of his head. You match the growing pace, hooking one leg over Astarion's hip to pull him flush against your body.

A groan rumbles through Astarion’s chest, and he gives a playful bite to your bottom lip, earning a squeak you will deny if asked about later. One of his hands moves down to delicately play with your breast, kneading softly before pinching your nipple between his finger and thumb. You break the kiss with a breathless gasp, tugging at Astarion’s roots, forcing a ragged groan from the elf. Astarion wastes no time to pepper kisses down the column of your neck.

“I don’t think I tell you enough, just how beautiful you are, darling.” He mumbles against your collarbone before sucking a bit of skin into his mouth and playfully teasing it between his teeth. 

You chuckle, swing your other leg, and link them behind his back. “You tell me at least once a day, handsome,”

“You’re such a sap.” You tease and roll your hips up against Astarion’s cock, already swelling once again.

“See, not nearly enough.” He pulls away from the freshly marked skin.

“You, my love, are so breathtaking, exquisite, beautiful,” Astarion emphasizes each adjective with wet, open-mouth kisses down to your chest before beginning to suck another mark just above your heart.

He grunts, grinding back against you. “Only for you, my love.” 

Astarion’s hand moves between your bodies to your neglected pussy. His deft fingers enter you with a wet squelch, and you instinctively buck into his palm. A whimper leaves your lips, and you dig your nails into the skin of Astarion’s shoulder. He set a pace that is both agonizing and toe-curling perfect. 

“See what you’ve reduced me to, darling,” Astarion whispers sinfully, voice low and filled with temptation, his thumb finds your clit. He applies light pressure rubbing tight circles. 

You throw your head, arching your back, clamping your thighs tighter around his waist. “Fuck, Star.” 

Astarion picks up his pace just a notch; his mouth finds your neck again. “It’s all your fault.” He says before biting your ear.

You cry out his name, fisting the bedsheet, feeling the familiar coil building. You are so lost in your pleasure you barely notice Astarion is now rubbing his cock with his spare hand looking down at you with lidded eyes.

“M close Star.” You cry, bucking your hips against his palm. “Fuck.. don’t stop.”

“I am now merely a sappy, love-sick fool who just can’t control myself when it comes to you.”

Astarion is now pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet cunt in a way that has your orgasm building quickly.

“That’s it, darling,” He groans, kissing you softly. “Let go for me,”

Electricity pulses through you, seizing every muscle, every nerve, and every cell of your body with blinding pleasure. You’re moaning and babbling nonsense and pulling him into a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. Astarion continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm. Finally, when the heat simmers down, he pulls his fingers from your body, leaving you whining from the loss. 

Astarion is quick to put your whines at ease. “Will you give me one more, my love, please?” Astarion practically begs, kissing you with the desperation of a starving man. 

The tip of his swollen cock slides through your folds and teases your sensitive entrance. You barely have time to choke out a yes, please, before Astarion is plunging into you with a grunt. Instinctually, you clench around his length, loving the feel of the fullness Astarion always gives you. 

“Shit..so tight,” Astarion groans and begins to thrust frantically into your heat. “Always so perfect.”

“Astarion.”

All decency, coordination, and softness was tossed away. Both of you were too sensitive, too desperate for the other, to care for anything but mindless pleasure. It was messy, feral, and perfect. Astarion devoured your mouth, groaning against your tongue. His hands couldn’t seem to stay in one place, constantly caressing, grabbing, and massaging any part of you he could hold. 

You spread your legs wide and angled your hips, bucking against each one of Astarion’s deep thrusts. One of your hands cups Astarion’s jaw, keeping him close, and the nails of your other rake down his back, causing a violent shiver to run through Astarion’s body.

“M-more..ugh, please.” You gasp out between Astarion’s feverish kisses.

He nods in return and grunts into your open mouth. “Shit..ugh,”

With a strength you hope never to get used to, Astarion effortlessly switches your positions. Your hands are on his chest, knees framing his slim waist. He’s on his back, smirking smugly up at you. You giggle dumbly, feeling dizzy from the sudden movement. That giggle turns into a wanton moan as Astarion thrusts up into you, hitting a deeper spot inside of you.

“Yes... Star.” Using the hold he has on your hips, he moves your body to pick up the brutal pace from before. “Gods,”

You bounce on your knees in time with his thrusts, and the room is filled with the slick sound of skin slapping against skin and collective cries of ecstasy. The pleasure is almost too much, and you feel the pressure bubbling again. You try to say as much, but a wave of pleasure has you gasping mindlessly, head lolling to the side.

Astarion wants to feel you come undone around him. Lose yourself so he can lose himself with you. So you oblige his request and snake a hand between your legs just above where Astarion is fucking you and begin to rub your clit in time with his quick thrusts. 

“Love, fuck..ngh,” he chokes on a moan. His thrusts are faltering and getting sloppier.

“T-touch yourself for me... I’m close.” He trails off grunting, but you don’t need words to know what he wants.

It’s all too much, the angle of Astarion’s hips hitting the sweet spot inside you over and over, the delicious grip of his hand on your body, the tenderness of your clit as you add more pressure. You’re so close and trying hard to keep looking at Astarion’s beautiful flushed face and wanting him to be your last image before you fall into black-out bliss. But it’s getting harder to keep your eyes focused. Your numb legs buckle, and you stumble forward; your orgasm is almost painful. It tears through your body, ripping pleasure from your trembling muscles and fried nerves. You bite into the flesh of Astarion’s pectoral to stifle your sobs of ecstasy.

“Fuck, darling, good girl.” Astarion praises, grinding your hips against his. “Shit... I’ve got you.” And with a few shallow, pitiful rolls of his body, Astarion is cumming with a deep guttural groan filling you with ropes of his warm come.

He drops boneless, and you pant against his chest, heart still pounding against your ribs. You both are like jelly melting into a puddle on the bedsheets. You feel the drag of Astarion’s fingertips drawing nonsense patterns on your back. Humming softly, you pepper kisses over his still heart. 

“Shouldn’t be embarrassed ’round me,” you mumble, yawning against his skin, too tired to raise your head. The feeling of Astarion’s fingers felt like a sleep spell. “I love you. Nothing’s gonna change that.”

Astarion stiffens under you, hand stilling against your back, clearly taken back. It takes him a bit to respond, but you don’t rush him. Just continue to kiss his chest and melt further at the feeling of his hands on your skin. Content just being here with Astarion.

He clears his throat before saying thickly, “And I love you, darling.” Astarion moves slightly and pulls out of your tender cunt. In doing so, a gush of your combined juices spills down your thighs.

 “Gross, now I feel sticky.” You puff, grimacing at the feeling.

“How about I draw us a bath?” You nod silently and he sits you both up. However you refuse to get off his lap, clinging to him like a sloth to a tree. 

“Carry me?” 

He kisses the crown of your head. “Always.” Astarion scoops you up and carries you along to the bath.

Heya, I quite like how this turned out. I love writing 'rougher' smut, but sometimes the tender stuff just hits ya know? Let me know what you thought. I hope Astarion didn't seem ooc.

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[dilf-hunter-fantasies]

I was wondering if you'd write anything about Joel and free use?

Love your account babe💗

thank you so much babe, i loved this idea! i hope you enjoy my take on it. i was fantasizing about...

renting a room from joel miller and striking a deal to lower your rent. 

3.5k words 🍒warnings: explicit smut, no outbreak au, age gap (reader in college), female reader, brief mention of f masturbation, free use!!, size kink, pussy pronouns, unprotected piv, use of: sweetheart, darlin' 

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So you end up short on options for housing after breaking up with your ex. You know it seems weird to be a young woman willing to rent a room from an older man who is …well in all versions you spin it…a total stranger. But, your aunt swears he’s a good guy. 

She used to live in his neighborhood, knew his daughter, figured he has the extra room and put you in touch. And all things considered, she hasn’t led you astray. I mean, he hasn’t murdered you. 

Okay, it’s not that bad. He doesn’t give off murder vibes either. More like…grumpy single man vibes. But that works out for your arrangement. You’re both pretty quiet and you keep to yourselves. And he’s not too bad to look at. You catch yourself straddling a line between not being the creep yourself and just wanting to get to know him a little bit. 

The real problem has nothing to do with him and everything to do with you. Well with your bank account. You’ve been bleeding your measly savings trying to keep up with life and the job you have isn’t really enough to live off of. It was a dream to find a hybrid schedule and work for a non-profit with a mission that matters to you. But it doesn’t pay for shit. 

It’s not like Joel’s overcharging you or anything either. Nothing is affordable. 

And now you’re on your last legs. If you can’t keep this together you’ll have to pack it up and crawl home to your family? Not an option. It’s not like you haven’t been applying for other jobs either. But you either don’t hear back or the schedule won’t work with your classes. 

So here you are. Pacing back and forth in your sparsely decorated room. Between your bed and your desk, wearing a groove into the carpet, chewing on your fingers and obsessively checking your phone to see if your sage friends have any better advice. 

They don’t. 

Well, they suggested selling feet pics online, but even if that could be lucrative—it doesn’t get you the money to spend by tomorrow. You toss yourself onto your bed, exasperated. Last resort. You’re gonna have to be honest. 

It takes a long time to gather the mental courage. You stare at your ceiling for so long your eyes blur. You can hear Joel in the kitchen and with a deep breath you force yourself up, dragging your feet down the hallway until you see him. 

The kitchen is warm, whatever he’d made for dinner earlier smells good. So good it makes your stomach growl, announcing your presence in the doorway. The sound makes you grimace—for a split second you’re tempted to hide. To run back to your room and pretend like there won’t be any consequences if you just don’t bring it up. Ever. 

Too late. He shuts the dishwasher with a loud click and turns, his sharp brown eyes meeting yours. You immediately regret this idea. Your feel like you’re sinking into the floor. You don’t know how long you’ve been staring at him now. 

“Hey,” he says gruffly, his voice low and even. He turns back away from you, putting leftovers in the fridge, like it’s no big deal you’ve been standing there silently like a weirdo. “You need something?” 

Your throat is suddenly so dry, you can barely unstick your tongue to speak. “Yeah…uh, can I talk to you for a second?” 

Joel pauses mid-motion, before shoving the last container onto the shelf and letting the fridge door shut, trapping you in the silence together. He crosses his arms over his chest and looks toward you. The way his shirt stretches across his shoulders makes you nervous for reasons you don’t want to analyze right now. 

“Sure.” 

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, your hands twisting in front of you like they’re trying to strangle each other. His eyes flick down to the motion, and you force yourself to stop. 

“So, uh…I was wondering—” You swallow hard. You can do it. “I need to talk to you about my rent.” 

His eyebrows lift, and your chest tightens. 

“Let’s hear it then.” 

“It’s just that I’m in kind of a tight spot right now. Work’s been—well, it’s been fine but money’s tight, and I just—” You’re rambling. Words all running together. “I’m not saying you’re charging too much or anything like that, but—” 

“Slow down,” Joel holds up a hand, and the rest of your words fall flat. His voice is calm, but firm. “You sayin’ you can’t afford it?” 

“I can!” you blurt out. “I mean, I can’t by tomorrow, but I can soon. I just thought, maybe we could work something out. Like…if you could give me some more time or if I could do something to work off some of what I owe.” Joel tilts his head slightly, studying you in a way that makes your skin prickle. You can’t tell if he’s annoyed or just thinking, and the silence stretches too long for comfort. 

Finally, he exhales through his nose, dropping his arms and leaning his palms on the counter behind him. His voice is lower when he speaks again, quieter, like he’s weighing every word. 

“You wanna do something for me?” 

Your heart skips, and you blink up at him. Maybe that was a dumb suggestion. You don’t even know what you have to offer. The house is always clean, the yard maintained, he seems to enjoy cooking. 

“Uh, yeah?” your face contorts a little as you try and come up with a suggestion. “If you’d consider giving me a discount.” 

His lips twitch, just the barest hint of a smirk, and something about it makes the air in the room shift. 

“Well,” he drawls, “If I’m cuttin’ you a deal,---” 

“You’ll consider it?” You look at him with a smile already starting to break on your face. You can breathe. 

“Maybe you can cut me one, too.” He finishes his sentence. Your mouth hangs open, but nothing comes out. There’s something behind his words you don’t fully understand, but it’s stuck in the air between you. 

“What kind of deal?” you manage to get out, your voice hesitant. 

Joel pushes off the counter, closing the space between you in a way that’s casual, but calculated. He’s close enough you can make out the lines at the corners of his eyes, the salt-and-pepper in his beard. His gaze holds yours, steady and charged with something new. 

“You say yes,” he starts to explain, his voice dropping into a gravelly timbre that makes your pulse quicken. “And I’ll knock your rent down as much as you need. Simple.” 

The room suddenly feels small, too warm, like his gravity is holding you in place. 

“Say yes to what, Mr. Miller?” Your voice is soft, just a whisper rolling off your tongue. You have an idea what he’s proposing. The way his eyes flicker with something dark and knowing when you refer to him as Mr. Miller. The crackle in the air between you. 

“I think you know what I mean.” 

You shake your head, ever so subtly, wrinkling a brow. In what feels like slow motion, Joel tips your chin up, between his thumb and curled forefinger. Your face is on fire. Somehow exposed even though nothing else has changed. 

“Whenever I need you. Wherever I want you.” 

For a second you think he might kiss you. It feels like everything in your body is calling to him. His mouth is so close to yours. The words are still replaying in your mind. 

But he pulls his hand back. “Think about it,” he murmurs and brushes past you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body. He glances back at you once on his way out of the room. “Offer’s on the table, sweetheart,” he says over his shoulder. “Up to you.” 

You’re left standing, still as a stone, heat prickling up your spine as his words replay in your head. 

What the fuck just happened?

“Hey!” you call out, starting down the hall after Joel. “Wait.” 

He turns, hovering in the doorway to his room. 

“Uh, are you talking about sex?” 

“Yep.” 

Your breath hitches. The corner of his mouth quirks, smug. You look at him with fresh eyes. He’s an attractive guy. Not exactly pleasant, but not a jerk. You can’t imagine he’d have a hard time picking up a date. 

“I’m not a whore, you know.” “I know, darlin’.” His face softens a little. 

The next couple of days are filled with tension so thick it’s impossible to ignore. Whenever you’re in the same room you can feel his eyes lingering on you. He brushes past you in the kitchen in the morning, his hand grazing your hip when he reaches for his coffee mug. 

You catch him watching you from across the room, leaning against the counter like he has all the time in the world. His eyes roam all over your body, dark and deliberate, and you can feel the promise in his gaze. 

It’s driving you fucking insane. You thought he’d have made a move by now. Hell, you thought he’d have made a move the second you agreed to his deal. But he’d only made sure you each had a few ground rules and that was it. End of conversation. 

“Have a good night now, darlin’. Hope you sleep better without having to worry about your rent.” 

Right. You didn’t have to worry about rent. You just had to spiral in your own room wondering when it would happen. How he’s going to take you.

It’s got you so worked up thinking about him you keep spacing out during your work meetings. Swiveling restlessly on your office chair in your bedroom, trying to remember to look focused and add your two cents in for participation. 

But all you can think about is Joel. You’re on high alert whenever you hear his truck roll into the driveway, the door slamming shut with a thud. His heavy steps coming down the hall. You wonder when he’ll want you. You know he meant it. 

You hope he meant it. 

That night, his footsteps pause outside your door, his presence thick in the air, setting your pulse racing. It makes you squirm, adjusting the skimpy pajamas you’ve taken to wearing as your heart beats faster. You can’t tell if he’s debating coming in or if he’s just fucking with you, but it’s got you breathless. 

The next morning, you’re standing in the bathroom doorway, brushing your teeth when Joel suddenly appears, shirtless and still damp from his shower. He gives you a lazy once-over, stepping close enough that you have to press yourself against the door frame to let him pass. 

His voice is low and teasing as he murmurs, “You’re in the way, sweetheart,” leaving your cheeks flaming. 

The next day, you’re still tense. 

Stretching in your desk chair as your coworkers read through their budget updates and data tracking for the grants you’re funded through. It’s hard to stay focused, Joel has taken over all of your thoughts. 

Jaz finishes her update and another department leads the rest of the meeting. You’re shuffling your notes around mindlessly, barely hearing a word. Every thought in your head is Joel, Joel, Joel.

Last night, you’d nearly combusted when he finally walked away from your door. You’d been seconds from begging him to come in, to just take you already. By the time he left, your thighs were slick, and the ache was unbearable. You had to handle it yourself, coming hard and fast on your fingers, imagining it was his thick, calloused hands instead.

But now, twelve hours later, the tension is already back. Worse than before. Every noise in the house puts you on edge. His truck rumbling into the driveway. The front door shutting. 

The meeting drags on, voices fading into a blur—until a soft knock jolts you back to reality. 

Before you can answer, the door swings open, and Joel steps inside like he owns the place—which, technically, he does. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the fact that you’re clearly in the middle of something.

Your heart races. Your eyes flick to your camera to make sure it’s off. Muted. Thank God.

Joel doesn’t say anything, just watches you with a smirk that makes your stomach flip. His dark eyes roam over you, slow and deliberate, and it’s like every molecule of air has been sucked out of the room.

He takes his time crossing the space between you, letting the silence stretch. You can feel the heat radiating off him as he crowds you, hands bracing the arms of your chair, caging you in.

“You gonna tell me to stop?” he drawls, his voice low and gravelly.

Your throat is so tight you can’t even speak. You shake your head.

Joel’s smirk deepens. “That’s what I thought.”

His big hands tug you to the edge of your chair, spreading your knees wide. He runs his palms along your thighs, leaving a trail of heat that burns your skin through your soft leggings. 

Your heart jumps to your throat, chest tight. 

The thought of your coworkers just a click away only heightens the thrill. 

Joel doesn’t hold back. Pulling you to stand. Turning you to face your desk and pressing until you lean your elbows on the smooth surface, framing your keyboard. 

You arch your spine eagerly, holding your breath, bracing for his next move. He smooths a palm over the curve of your ass, humming softly to himself, before slipping his hand between your legs. 

You tilt your head, a shaky breath escaping as his fingers press against you, making your thighs tremble. You know he can feel how wet you already are through the thin material. All day you’re wet for him, just waiting and waiting. 

His touch is firm and you grind into it without thinking, making him laugh under his breath. “Shit,” he murmurs. “She needs it worse than I do, huh?” You don’t answer. Just dropping your head between your shoulder blades as he rubs circles against your clothed pussy. 

He retracts his hand, swiftly pulling your leggings down, exposing your puffy, wet folds to the cooler air. 

You stay folded over, forehead resting on your desk, ass arched in presentation. You don’t know what to expect next, your pulse thunders in your ear as you wait. 

His hands frame your cunt, spreading you wider so he can look closer. You’d be self-conscious being studied so closely if you were any less desperate for him to touch you. But all you can do you is silently beg him to do something. 

“Christ,” he murmurs reverently, dropping to his knees behind you. “Just a taste first.” It sounds like he’s talking to himself. You don’t care. 

You gasp sharply the second his tongue dips between your swollen lips. It’s so much better than your fingers and your frustrated, rushed orgasms last night. It’s so much better. 

He uses his whole face, diving deeper, as he groans into your pussy. Your meeting is still in progress, but the voices coming through your speakers could be speaking a foreign language. They mean nothing to you right now. 

The only thing that matters is between your legs. You’re almost embarrassed at how close you already are. You don’t know if you should say anything. If he cares if he makes you cum. Before you can think any harder, he’s back on his feet and you’re whimpering at the loss. 

“I know.” 

The soft clink of his belt followed by the sound of him unzipping his jeans has your knees weak. The thrill that shoots through you is like lightning, ripping through your system and activating every nerve in your body. 

Be good," he growls, dragging his cock through your slick.

“Oh, fuck,” you can’t help the awe and the relief. The heat, the thickness, the pressure. It’s everything you need, but not enough at the same time. He continues for a moment, coating his length in your arousal as you try to swallow down your needy moans. 

He slots his blunt tip at your entrance, adding enough pressure to make you suck in air. Without even seeing it, you know it’s going to be a stretch. Like he can read your mind, or at least your body, he runs his hand soothingly over your spine. 

It shouldn’t melt your nerves so fast, but the gentle touch eases your mind. For reasons you can’t explain—feelings really, you feel safe. 

“We’ll start slow this time, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” 

And then he’s nudging into you, working you open around his wide cockhead. It’s mildly uncomfortable, but you welcome the dull ache. Your throbbing pussy has been begging for it. He pulls back, repeating the slow movement, splitting you open for him a little further each time. 

It makes you needy, you try to push back against him, but he only swats at your ass. “I told ya to be good.” 

Your cheeks feel hot at the scolding. 

“Sorry, Mr. Miller.” It comes out more confident than you expected, your voice smooth and low. 

You can feel the way his dick twitches at your response before he continues, painstakingly slowly, filling you up. You’re still frustrated, but each time he thrusts into you, your knees almost buckle and you know he hasn’t made it all the way in yet. You’re still hungry for that feeling, for his hips to meet your ass, flush. 

You can���t hold back your moans as he drags along your nerves. He already has your eyes rolling back and he’s not even fucking you yet. 

Until he stops, held still halfway inside of you. You blink your eyes open, trying not to whine. 

He says your name like he’s been calling it and you’ve been ignoring him. “Hmm?” you respond. 

“Think they’re waiting for your answer.” 

“Oh, shit.” 

Joel still doesn’t move. You unmute your mic, trying to steady your voice. “I’m really sorry, uh, can you repeat the question?” 

“Just confirming your mid-cycle reports are already submitted.” 

“Yes.” 

“Great.” 

You mute the mic again and Joel slams the rest of the way home, making you cry out in surprise. 

He doesn’t hold back now, his rough hand gripping your hip as he takes you, low grunts echoing in your room as he snaps his hips forward. Your ass ripples, bouncing off of him with every thrust and the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin fill your ears. 

He hits so fucking deep at this angle, you can barely think. His balls slap against you and for some reason that makes you even more crazy for him. You meet his every thrust with the same energy, fucking hard. So hard your desk rattles, but neither of you can be bothered by it’s structural integrity. 

He keeps you on edge, pounding into you as the pressure builds. When you shift slightly, his cock drags over the devastating spot that makes you nearly wail.

“Yeah?” he asks as if you could respond right now. “Right there?” 

“Mmm,” is all you can manage. 

“Good. Let me have it. Rub that pretty clit of yours for me, I wanna feel her trying to milk me dry.” 

Fuck. His filthy words nearly send you over the edge immediately, but when you slip your own hand between your legs, it’s euphoric. Furiously working at your slick, swollen bundle of nerves you drive yourself to the brink. 

“Gonna–ah!--gonna cum,” You get the breathy, gasping words out right as your pussy starts to clench around him. He groans lowly, making you see stars as your climax tears through you. 

The waves are still rolling through your muscles, your core still tensing, when he pulls out. The slick sounds as he pumps his cock rapidly are obscene and you don’t want them to stop. But then you feel his hot cum painting your ass, and you’re moaning in unison. 

Then he’s pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before slinking out of your room. You grimace. Tuning back in to the speaker still rambling on about god knows what on your computer. Before you can move, Joel is back with a small towel to clean you up. 

You’re stuck in a daze. A blissed-out state, as you straighten up and pull your leggings back up. Joel’s about to slip back out the door as if nothing happened. Before he steps out of the room though, he gives you a knowing smirk, “You did good for me, darlin’.” 

You’re left staring at the closed door, breathless and trembling, the heat of his touch still lingering on your skin. Rent isn’t the problem anymore. Joel Miller is.

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Ticklish?

fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers & dateables x gn!reader warnings: suggestive on asmo's part summary: in which they find out you are ticklish. prompt by anon: The brothers + dateables reaction to the MC being ticklish because ik most of them are menaces about it A/N: lol rest in peace. good fucking luck mc. also i swear to god i know there's more to satan's character than his love of cats it just fits guys pls forgive me

LUCIFER

• Lucifer likes to appear as this super-serious macho man figure who, although he has his moments of going along with his siblings' antics, isn't a very playful guy. He's unlikely to find this out because he was trying to tickle you. Rather, it'd be by complete coincidence.

• When he offered to teach you to dance in the privacy of his room as classical music played in the background, you weren't expecting his hand on your waist to bother you as much as it did. Try as you might, you can't hide from him how you're biting your lip and stifling a giggle.

• "Is something funny to you?" He asks, unamused. You shake your head.

• "No, sorry. It just... tickles a bit."

• The only reaction you get in the moment is a hum and a nod. You're admittedly a little suspicious, but mostly grateful the dance lesson continued normally until you were able to return to your room.

• He's so unbothered by this new information, in fact, that you may even dare to think he'd all but forgotten about it when a few weeks pass by. Little did you know, he remembered. He was just storing it away for later use.

• Even the student council's representative of the human world was not immune to falling into Satan and Belphie's schemes, it seemed. After a failed attempt to capture a pic of a sleeping Lucifer, you find yourself trapped between him and the wall as he looms over you. You desperately hope that, just maybe, Satan or Belphie would come to your rescue — but alas, you had been left abandoned in the lions' den.

• "Bold of you to attempt to sneak up on me in such a vulnerable state," he clicked his tongue, agitated. "I'd assume you would know better by now."

• "I'm sorry, I—"

• "'Sorry'? Yes, you will be." He closed in on you.

• The shrieks that emanated from Lucifer's room that night could only be described as unholy as he unleashed his brand-new punishment on you. Out of everyone in the House of Lamentation, you hadn't expected the mighty first-born to be the one to tickle you half to death, but it was effective. If that was what was waiting for you, you were more than willing to give Satan and Belphie the cold shoulder the next time they suggested a new, ingenious prank to play on Lucifer. Sorry guys. It's not worth it.

"Come on, MC, this'll be our best work yet," Satan trails after you you down the hallway, clearly not keen on letting the matter go. He had taken the liberty of convincing you of the Anti-Lucifer League's newest escapade, as Belphie apparently refuses to be of any help. "We've planned it all out. It won't go wrong this time. I swear." You turn to look at Satan, catching a glimpse of Lucifer a short distance away over the fourth-born's shoulder. All it took was a knowing smirk and a mildly threatening gesture with his hands for you to turn pale. "MC?" "...I'm good, Satan, thanks."

MAMMON

• Unlike his older brother — Mammon would absolutely find this out on purpose.

• He's the spiritual eldest when it comes to playing around with his siblings, so he's experienced in tickle-fighting. You, unfortunately, only realised this while wrestling with him, when he suddenly starts tickling your sides to gain the upper-hand. It works, and now you're flailing around beneath him.

• "Hah! Take that!" You hear him laugh triumphantly above you as you struggle to force his attacking hands away from you. "Ya give in?!"

• "Yeees! You win, you win!"

• After your rather humiliating fake-wrestling defeat, he only gets more annoying with abusing your weakness as the days go by. As he learns all of your worst spots, he gets more and more bold, until not one day can go by where you aren't tackled and tickled to tears by the Avatar of Greed.

• Eventually, you're going to have to set some ground rules with this guy, because he just will not stop. For weeks after that initial incident, you find yourself constantly on edge no matter where you are, because he could be anywhere. Just planning the next tickle.

• Sure, it can be fun at first, but he always manages to take his play-fighting just a little too far. You don't have the same tolerance as his brothers, being a human and all, and he needs to remember that.

• Being tickled by Mammon is nowhere as unfair and torturous as it is with Lucifer though, mostly because unlike his older brother, Mammon is ticklish too. This means you can fight back and potentially even gain the upper-hand. It's unlikely you'll win in a chase, however — no matter if you're the one running or if he is — he's just too damn fast.

• He's the definition of being unable to take what he dishes out. Not only does he cry 'uncle' as soon as you land on a weak spot, but he'll be super pouty and embarrassed afterwards too. As if he wasn't the one who initiated it.

"Mammooon..." You poke his cheek, trying to provoke any sort of response. He huffs and turns his head away, but still doesn't say a word. "Mams... Babe..." "That ain't fair," he finally speaks, his cheeks tinging with red. "Ya can't call me that when I'm tryin' to be mad at ya." You can't help but smile at the demon before you. "I'm sorry for tickling you, Mammon." "Yeah? Well... I think I'm owed some compensation for that. 5,000 Grimm, at least!"

LEVIATHAN

• Levi wouldn't find this out on purpose. Or, rather, at all. At least not on his own.

• He freaks out and backs away every time his hand manages to accidentally brush against yours when he hands you something. He apologises profusely and feels like the absolute perverted scum of the earth when he happens to bump into you in the hallway. He refuses to hold hands with you beyond intertwining your pinkie fingers together, because anything more than that is too lewd for him.

• So yeah. He's not going to tickle you. Not even accidentally.

• He only ends up finding out when he catches you and Mammon having a tickle fight in the living room one day, to which he promptly leaves before either of you can notice him. Both to quell the jealousy bubbling in his chest, and to avoid Mammon roping him into his shenanigans.

• After that, he... does nothing, really.

• See, here's an interesting fact about the Avatar of Envy: He's ticklish too. Very ticklish. And his siblings, especially Mammon, tease him for it all the time. He absolutely hates it and it's just not funny to him. So even if he was able to touch you without taking 6000 points of damage to his psyche, he still wouldn't tickle you, because he understands how it feels.

• Instead, you could say that you two form an alliance of sorts. You defend him when one of his brothers (MAMMON) starts chasing him — using your pact if you have to — and he allows you safe refuge in his room if somebody is after you. His door has a lock on it after all, and knowing the consequences of trying to force their way inside the resident hermit's safe abode, your pursuer is unlikely to look for you in there.

• He might make fun of you a little for it, but that's the most he'll do. He won't lay a finger on you. Good guy Leviathan.

You restlessly chap on Levi's door, moving back and forth on your toes as you desperately hope for him to let you in. The seconds count down before your attacker will find you, when finally... Click. The door unlocks and you grab the handle, swinging it open and nearly hitting Levi in the face in the process. "Sorry, sorry!" You profusely whisper-yell apologies as you shut the door behind you. He locks it, and you can finally breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you... You saved me..." Levi's cheeks burn red at your words. "Y—yeah, well... don't make a big deal out of it, normie. If you're staying in my room, then you're playing games with me too while you're here, okay? So... make yourself useful or I'll kick you back out!"

SATAN

• Maybe this is just me, but have you ever had a cat on your lap that just won't stop moving around and it sort of tickles? Yeah.

• A simple date to a cat café went from good, to better, then to worse in a very short span of time. Most of the kitties were awake and lively, wandering around and allowing you to pet them. So when one of the cats jumped up on your lap, both you and Satan were ecstatic, cooing endlessly at the little ball of fur that had made itself at home on your legs.

• The only problem was, the cat seemed to be unable to find a comfortable spot. You were trying to stay still, you really were, but the cat's paws constantly moving against your thighs made you really need to move around in your seat. Satan noticed how you had to force yourself to stay put by gripping onto the table in front of you, and he also noticed how you were biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot, but he didn't say anything at first.

• The first time Satan tickles you, it comes completely out of nowhere. To you, at least. Some exams were coming up and you agreed to let him tutor you, but the material was just so boring, and Satan's delivery of it certainly wasn't helping to keep you engaged...

• You were abruptly brought back to reality by a sharp jab to your side. You jumped and looked around, as if searching for the culprit, only to see Satan, with his eyes narrowed at you. "Pay attention."

• "I was!"

• "No you weren't," he poked you once in the side for each word to enunciate his sentence, and then grabbed you by the waist to prevent you from escaping. "Are you going to listen to me now?"

• "Ye-ees!"

• "Are you sure?"

• Satan's kind of a dick about it, to be honest. He'll tickle you to convince you to do things with him. You don't want to partake in his newest prank against Lucifer? Uh... yes you do, remember?

• He's also a hypocrite. He is ticklish but he hates it just as much — if not more — than Levi. So if you do it back to him, he'll shove you off or yell at you.

"Fi—fine! Fine!" You yell, and Satan's attack on your sides ceases. He looks down at you with an eyebrow raised. "You'll do it?" "Yes!" You nod furiously. If getting him to stop meant agreeing to prank call Lucifer, you suppose you'll just have to do it. "Now get off!" "Good," he smiled and moved off of you from where he had you pinned. "Now, about the plan I had prepared..."

ASMODEUS

• ...You know the deal. There is going to be a struggle keeping these headcanons SFW.

• He can find out one of two ways: the first being that he was doing your makeup and somehow found out by brushing too close to your neck or jawline, the second being that you two were leading up to... other activites.

• We'll be going with the former for my own sake lol. He realises what your reaction was for after the first time you tilt your head away from him, and can't help but tease you for it right away.

• "Oh darling, how did I not know this before? Are you keeping secrets from me? ♡"

• Somehow, Asmo ends up being one of the worst for how he takes advantage of this. He will tickle you anywhere at any time and for any reason.

• If he thinks you're not paying enough attention to him, he'll tickle you so you're forced to focus on him. If he sees you using makeup wipes on your poor, delicate skin, he'll tickle you as a "warning" to never do that again. Eventually he just starts making up reasons.

• You can tickle him back, but he enjoys it and will try to use it to lead into sex. So, unfortunately, that won't work to dissuade him.

• Don't think for a moment he's embarrassed or ashamed of his behaviour in public settings, because he isn't. He has no qualms with tickling you in a restaurant with strangers around, and doesn't care how much attention you end up attracting. It's hell.

• He's another boy you're going to have to set boundaries with at some point just because of how frequent it is. The tipping point came when he squeezed your leg in the middle of a student council meeting and you hit your knee so hard on the table you were convinced you broke something.

• He'll back off if you tell him to. You just need to actually tell him to, otherwise he won't realise how much it bothers you.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry..." Asmo pouts as he gently rubs your aching knee. "I didn't realise you'd react like that." You huff and turn your head away from him. "Don't turn this on me." "I'm not!" He shakes his head and leans forward to look you in the eye. "I swear! I just didn't know that'd happen. Can you forgive me, honey? I promise you I won't do it again. I can't have you bruising that beautiful skin because of me..."

BEELZEBUB

• Beel, similar to Levi, isn't likely to find out on his own. For different reasons, though.

• Beel isn't afraid of physical touch, but he is scared of hurting you. He's so big and you're so small. He's fully aware of his strength, and even if he has good control over it, he tends to treat you like how one would handle a delicate China plate. It's not that he doesn't touch you at all, but he's so careful when he does that he probably won't even unintentionally find out that you're ticklish.

• The only way he'd find out is if he stumbled across you in the midst of a (usually very one-sided) tickle fight with one of his brothers. In which case, he will usually step in to save you.

• As the second-youngest, he's used to being teased in a similar manner by his older siblings. So if he sees you pinned down, he'll intervene so you can catch your breath and get away.

• If you run to him for protection, much like Levi, he'll take you back to his room and won't let anyone else except Belphie inside until it's safe to assume whoever was after you has given up. You don't have to, but if you thank him by bringing him a few snacks from the fridge later, he'll be happy.

• Such a sweetheart and probably won't ever tickle you. He really doesn't want to upset you.

• The only time I can see him tickling you is if you're having a bad day and he decides you need cheering up. He'll be sat next to you, staring intently at your frowning face as the gears turn in his head. He doesn't know what your day was like or why you're so peeved, but he knows he wants to see you smile again.

• He'll scoot closer, trap you in a hug with one arm and use his free hand to (very carefully) tickle you until you give in. He'll apologise, but as long as that smile is back on your face, he's satisfied.

• "Do you feel better?" He asks, a sweet smile on his face as he pats your head. And you have to admit, you do.

You could swear you saw Beel's eyes sparkle as you offered him the box of chocolates in your hands. You were saving them to eat yourself at some point, but... seeing as Beel valiantly defended you from Asmo earlier, you figure he at least deserves this. He manages to pry his eyes away from the chocolates to look at you. "...Why?" "Because you saved me from Asmo earlier," you explain and hold the box of chocolates closer to him, urging him to take them. "This is my 'thank you'." Finally, he takes the box from you. "...You didn't have to." Despite his words, he opens the lid and starts devouring the chocolates inside so quickly that you don't even have time to remind him to take the wrappers off.

BELPHEGOR

• There are a few scenes in-game where he tickles or tries to tickle the MC, so yes, he'd absolutely find out very quickly.

• Belphie is not only a little shit — he's also spoiled and likes getting his way. So, like Satan, he'll tickle you to convince you of things. Usually it's when he doesn't feel like doing dinner duty or cleaning his room, or if he can tell you're hiding something from him.

• The first time he tickles you, it's because he had an assignment due the next morning. One he had procrastinated on for weeks. You had reminded him time and time again to start working on it as the deadline approached, but he ignored you, and the situation he's in now is, quite frankly, his own fault. So even as he whines to you about how sleepy he is and tries to butter you up so you'll do it for him, you don't give in.

• That is, until he has an idea. With an exaggerated pout on his face, he moved up behind you and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, lazily slumping against your back. Just as you were about to scold him, you felt him start to ruthlessly tickle your sides.

• With his body weight on you, there was little you could do. And even as you fell to the ground, he simply followed you, taunting and teasing you the whole time. When he thinks you've had enough, he hovers above you with a smirk on his face.

• "So? Do you feel like doing it now?"

• Little fucker. He cuddles with you later to "thank" you, but you're still salty about it.

• Like most others on this list, you can get him back. He's the baby of the family so of course he's ticklish. Expect him to use dirty tricks to win any tickle fight you initiate, however. Like "giving in" only to immediately attack once you stop, or using the fluffy end of his tail to catch you by surprise.

• Beel tends to come to his rescue a lot as well, so beware of that.

"I—I give! I giiive!" You smirk in triumph as the youngest demon brother surrenders beneath you, and you let up your tickling assault. You roll off of him, fixing your ruffled hair. "See? That's what happens when you challenge me," with your back turned, you're too busy congratulating yourself to notice Belphie slowly sitting up behind you. "Anyway, you need to— AH—!" You shriek as you're tackled down to the bed again, cursing as Belphie grins down at you, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. "Belphie! That's cheatING—!!" And so, it starts again.

DIAVOLO

• Diavolo likely finds out in a similar fashion to Lucifer. Only it might be at a ball rather than in a secluded area.

• He's confused at first. He knows what tickling is, but being extremely sheltered, he's never received much affection like that in his life. As a result, it takes him a moment to put the pieces together. Once he does, he smiles fondly down at you and apologises, and that is that.

• ...For now.

• What he didn't show right away was just how giddy this discovery made him. What an adorable trait to have! And one he had to see more of. He'd missed out on tickle fights his whole life — he had to wonder what they were like?

• He made a mental note to experiment with this information the next time you came around to the palace. And that he did.

• Literally yells "tickle fight!" before pulling you close and going to town. You have to yell for him to be gentler, because inexperienced as he is, what should tickle actually kind of hurts at first.

• "Ah, I'm so, so sorry," he relaxes his fingers a little, no longer digging into your skin. "Is this any better? My sincere apologies."

• His apology would seem a lot more genuine if he didn't continue to tickle you while saying it.

• That, and he doesn't quite understand the concept of a tickle fight. What he's doing to you is more like a tickle beat-down. It's so one-sided it's almost comical. Unable to fight back or escape, Barbatos has to come and tell him to stop before you piss yourself.

• This was fun! He decides completely on his own. We should do this more often! He says, as you are gasping for breath on the fucking ground.

• After this first experience, he incorporates more minor tickling into your daily lives. Instead of trapping you like the first time, he'll sneakily poke you while walking by, and then look back at you with a wave and a completely innocent smile on his face.

"MC? Apologies, you seem to be in the middle of something. It won't take long," Diavolo smiles as he enters the empty student council hall. Indeed, you are in the middle of sorting some letters, but it isn't as if you can deny an audience to the Demon King. "I have a question for you. It appears... as if you've been avoiding me lately. Why is that?" You blink, trying to discern if he was serious. The look on his face said yes, he was. "...Diavolo, whenever we sit next to each other, you keep reaching over to tickle me." He meets you with a surprised expression as if this is somehow news to him. "I did not know it was such a problem," He confesses. "Very well, then. I'll stop. If I do, will you start sitting beside me again? I quite miss it."

BARBATOS

• He already knew. Lol.

• He officially "finds out" for the first time when he just happens to walk in on Diavolo tickling you half to death and saves you from his grasp. In reality, he already knew this was going to happen and planned to show up just in time to clean you off of the floor once Diavolo had his fun.

• You're thankful he showed up, though. If not for the fact he rescued you, then for the tea he served you afterwards to ensure you wouldn't have had an entirely terrible experience that day.

• As for what he does with this information? Well, not much. At least, it doesn't seem like it to you.

• Barbatos knows how to be sneaky with how he uses this to hear you laugh throughout the day. He'll brush his hand against your skin while reaching for something, "accidentally" touch your back and make you jump while walking by you, and it will always seem unintentional. At first, that is.

• Red flags start to raise when these accidents seem to happen multiple times, every single time you're around him. He knows when you're starting to get suspicious too, and that's around the point he stops even trying to pretend like it isn't intentional. He'll keep doing it, but flash you an infuriating, coy smile after each time.

• Now it's war.

• If this is the game he's playing, you might as well participate.

• The only problem being... it's Barbatos. He knows when you're planning something and exactly how you're going to execute it. You can't even land a hand on the bastard.

• And even if you did somehow manage to (AKA he lets you), you genuinely have no idea if he's even ticklish. He won't react to anything you do to him, but he also won't give you a straight answer if you bluntly ask him if he's ticklish or not. He just looks at you with that signature poker-faced smile. And with that, he turns and walks away. YOU NEED ANSWERS.

• Eventually you become convinced that he isn't actually ticklish at all, but he lets you think he could be because he enjoys seeing you so determined to catch him off-guard.

"B—Barbatos!" You jerk your body away as his hand "somehow" manages to pinch your side while reaching for the utensils drawer next to you. He smiles. "My apologies, it was an accident." He says, and you call bullshit right away. With a newfound desire for revenge, you latch onto his side and start to tickle, but frown when he doesn't react at all. In fact, he simply opens the drawer and takes out a few of the cutlery inside like he initially intended to do, as if you aren't even there. He meets your eye with another, slightly more amused smile, before turning and leaving the room. You stand there, dumbfounded. Though... you could've sworn you saw him flinch a little when you first touched him.

SIMEON

• Simeon is also ticklish and is another example of someone who knows how it feels. He's not likely to tickle you often.

• That's not to say he doesn't find it amusing or cute — he absolutely does — but his first thought when the back rubs he gave you with the intention of being soothing turned ticklish wasn't that he should take advantage of it, rather that it's just something new he now knows about you.

• Simeon won't ever intentionally tickle you because it's, well, mean. He'll only do it if he gets "permission", meaning if you do it to him first.

• He enjoys seeing you smile and laugh, but he doesn't ever want to go too far. Most of the tickle fights you initiate are won by him — don't let his appearance and sweetness fool you, he's still much stronger than you are — but they also don't last long. He'll stop, apologise, and offer to make up for it with anything you want.

• "Sorry, sorry," Simeon smiles as he helps you back to your feet, brushing your hair out of your face. "Are you alright? Come on, let's sit down together. No more tickling, though."

• He... tries to be a protector of sorts if Solomon or anyone else is after you. I can't say it works out well for him though, and whoever was after you just ends up with two victims instead of one.

• Bless him for trying. At least you're not suffering alone.

• When you come around to Purgatory Hall, depending on your friendship with Luke, you two may have playful tickle wars that go on. He won't interfere, but Luke does tend to use Simeon as a shield or claims that you're "bullying" him. Simeon never takes it too seriously and you can usually continue your playful tickle-attack uninhibited.

You lay, breathless and sweaty on the floor. You stare up at the ceiling as you pant for air and slowly sit up, wiping at your forehead. You turn to the man sprawled out on the floor right next to you, the both of you having just endured the same tickle-attack by Solomon. "...Are you alright?" Simeon slowly turns his head to look at you and meets you with an exhausted smile. "Yeah, I'm fine... you?" "...Yeah." You sigh. Silence fills the air for a moment, interrupted only by your heavy breathing. "...Wanna get him back?" As angelic as Simeon still is... even he can't refuse that offer.

SOLOMON

• This shady sorcerer absolutely finds out on purpose.

• After one too many times where you've outright banned him from the kitchen to prevent some kind of national tragedy, he decides he's owed some kind of penance. So the one time you allow him in the kitchen while you cook — under strict supervision — he sneaks up behind you and...

• "Solomon!" You squeal, nearly dropping the ingredients in your hands as he hugs you from behind and uses the position to start furiously tickling you.

• "What? Why are you laughing?" He asks cheekily. "You better be careful. You don't want to ruin dinner, right?"

• After the first incident, it gets much, much worse.

• He'll tickle you at any time, anywhere, whenever he feels like it. It doesn't matter how busy you are or how important what you're working on is, he will interrupt you out of nowhere to tickle you until he's satisfied. Prick.

• He thinks it's funny to tickle you in inconvenient or inappropriate settings, too. If you're sat in front of or next to him in class, you can expect him to start repeatedly poking you or enchanting a few items to tickle you as you desperately try to hold back any reactions because then you'll be the one embarrassing yourself.

• He's also ticklish, but will go to great lengths to avoid you ever figuring that out. Probably drinks some kind of potion that dulls his sensitivity before seeking you out to tickle you just in case you try to get revenge on him.

• Of course, you can still catch him when he's unprepared. And when you do, it's war.

• At least Purgatory Hall is never boring with you two around.

You stare down Solomon as you face one another at opposite ends of the dining table. He's grinning at you, and every now and again tries to rush over to where you are, at which point you circle the table to keep the distance. "You can't keep going forever." He taunts. "Watch me, motherfucker," you curse, but it's true. You're already out of breath. He tries to charge you again and you react quickly, hurrying back around to the other side of the table. Just as you do, however, he changes direction. You're unable to turn around in time and he catches you, damn near lifting you up into the air with how he grabs you. "Solomon! Stop it!" "You started it," he argues. "Now suffer the consequences."

[angelsrcute]

THEY CATCH YOU READING/WATCHING SOMETHING SPICY. 𝜗𝜚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Floyd, Cater, Rook + Fem!Reader. ᡴꪫ‎

꒰ † ੭‎ Pt. 2, for the event!

꒰ঌ 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 ໒꒱ — 🪦

He really wasn't in the mood to work around in the mostro lounge, but you being there somehow made it better, he could stare at that pretty face of yours all day. Lips around the straw as you sip on your drink, they would've looked prettier around his cock, eyes focused on your phone. What work are you doing that you can't even look at your lover? hmph.

He quickly snatches your phone away, pouting like a child, “Hey shrimpy, watcha readin’? Oh– fanfiction huh? Aha that's so cute.” He laughs at your cute attempts to take the phone from his hand, he's taller than you after all.

He leans into your face, “Come on shrimpy, how ‘bout we go to the storage room and have some fun, since you're askin’ for it. Bet I'm gonna make you feel even better!” He picks you up, throwing you over his shoulders, walking to the storage room proudly with his shit eating grin.

꒰ঌ 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 ໒꒱ — 🪦

He couldn't wait to go meet his lover, a cutie all to himself, he's so lucky. He even brought you some clothes to try on so he could take more pictures! definitely doesn't have 1000 pics of you. So he made his way to your dorm.

Click. You swear you can die out of embarrassment as you quickly slam your laptop shut. Looking at him nervously, “Uh..I can explain–” you stammered, sweating bullets.

“Nope, you're so naughty, Y/N, aren't you? I think I'm gonna keep the picture! Didn't know you were into filming while doing it..” He teases while waving the camera as he pushes you back on the bed so you're laying, his phone in his hand.

“Look at you, looking so cute and record, there–” His hands work to open your uniform.

꒰ঌ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 ໒꒱ — 🪦

This guy sees everything, of course he does, cause he's a hunter. You're sitting in the library, ears a deep shade of red, you keep looking around nervously, perhaps afraid that people will see what you're reading?

He sneakily goes behind you, making no sound with practised ease. Eyes scanning the text, “Mon trickster, I didn't know you were into this type of books!”

He lets out a hearty laugh as he sits beside you, his hand now resting on your thighs as his fingers tease your folds through your panties. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot, eyes narrowed.

“Now, I hope you'll keep quiet? Mon amour, you don't want anyone to find out what we're doing, right? Just like the book.”

[alexwritess]

just this once ~g.s~

Content warnings: angst, mentions drug-use, mentions relapsing, smut (MDNI), service dom! geto, oral (both receiving), praise, degradation, rough sex, piv unprotected sex, make-up sex (YES GAWWDDD), gn! reader (reader does have a vagina), overstimulation, creampie (for LACK of a better term great heavens), and a little fluff for my sappy hoes

word count: 2.8k (ik it’s kinda long, bare w me)

(a/n: in this fic, just imagine geto being HEAVILY tattooed, i could not find any reference pics so the gif will have to do i fear. also i barely proofread this so i apologize in advance for any typos)

You had just gotten home after a long day at work and all you wanted to do was relax in bed with your boyfriend. You walked into the house and were met with Suguru’s cat Yuki laying in the dead center of the living room. Her head poked up as she saw you walking through the door, causing her to run over to you. You crouched to the floor, petted her, and kissed the top of her head before something caught the corner of your eye. A small pack of cigarettes was hidden under a napkin in the small trash can that sat by your front door.

“Suguru?” You called, your voice ricocheting off the walls.

“Suguru!” The disappointment in your voice was prominent. Suguru had been going through a rough patch and he developed unhealthy habits since his failed assignment of protecting a young girl by the name of Riko Amanai.

After inspecting the entirety of your home, you finally found him sitting out on the patio. It was like he immediately sensed your presence and arose from his seat to greet you.

“Hi baby” He smiled, leaning to kiss you but you pushed him away.

“Are you smoking again?” You asked, your hand flying up to scratch your forehead to try and comprehend how this could’ve possibly happened.

“What? Sweetheart, what are you talking about?”

You scoffed at his response. “Don’t “sweetheart’ me right now Suguru, just answer the question”

“No, I’m not. Why would you think that?” His tone was rattled.

You nodded as you pulled the empty box of cigarettes out from your back pocket and waved them in his face.

“I found these in the trash can by the front door”

“They’re not mine, I swear”

“Don’t bullshit me right now” You said, staring directly into his brown eyes.

“I’m not, they’re Nanami’s. He was here a few hours ago”

“Okay” You nodded. “So if I were to call Nanami right now he would tell me that these were his?”

Suguru was quiet for a second. No longer making eye contact with you, he shrugged and nodded.

“Let’s see about that”

You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contact list searching for Nanami’s contact. You clicked on his name and stared at Suguru, who was trying his best no to look at you as the phone rang. After about 3 rings, a deep voice was heard coming from the other side of the line.

(R= Reader, N= Nanami)

N: I’m working

R: Hey sorry, were you here today by any chance?

N: No, I’ve been at work since morning. I’m actually working overtime today

R: That’s weird, I was told otherwise. Anyways, sorry for bothering you at work

N: It’s no problem, and uh… is Geto okay?

R: He’s fine Kento, thanks. Bye

N: Alright

*End call*

“You are so full of shit” You shook your head at Suguru, who was now staring at the floor below him, praying it would swallow him whole after he had just been caught in a lie. He exhaled deeply before attempting to walk closer to you, the unpleasant smell of tobacco hitting your nostrils.

“Don’t crowd me, you reek” You softly spoke, walking away from him.

For the record, you weren’t upset that he relapsed. You were upset that he felt comfortable enough to lie to you about it after you had both made it clear that honesty, openness, and communication were the biggest you needed to work on to make the relationship last.

A couple hours later, you were in the kitchen making dinner. You had forgotten that what you had planned on eating that night was Suguru’s favorite food, Zaru Soba. Somehow, preparing it made you even more upset. Soft footsteps were heard descending the stairs and you immediately dreaded having to be in the same room as him.

His arms snaked around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder, planting a soft kiss upon it. Suguru was notorious for being extremely clingy after arguments and/or disagreements, he HATED seeing you upset. Especially if he was the reason for your negative emotions. With his head still resting on your shoulder, he looked up at your eyes before looking back at the cutting board in front of you.

“This looks really good, babe” He said.

You swatted his arms from around you as you walked over to the pantry to return everything you had used to cook.

He scoffed at you. “The Silent Treatment, seriously?”. The silence grew a little more deafening as the only noise that occurred was the food hitting the bowls you were serving it into. You pushed a bowl over to Suguru because even if you were extremely upset with him, you still loved him…with every inch of your being. You slowly picked at your food, not feeling much of an appetite.

“Can you at least say something? Us not talking is killing me right now” he finally spoke up.

“I don’t have anything to say, Suguru”

“That wasn’t exactly your case earlier though, was it?” He muttered under his breath, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Go to hell” You said, before exiting the kitchen and making your way upstairs to your bedroom, locking the door behind you.

Tears slowly poured out from your eyes, but it was like as soon as you dried your eyes, even more tears came streaming down.

“Y/N?” Suguru’s voice called from the other side of the door. The door slowly opened and he peeked his head in. How the hell did he open the- wait- he’s a sorcerer.

He walked into the room and stood right next to the door.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” He scanned your face to see if you were going to say anything.

“Look, I fucking relapsed okay? Is that it? Is that what you wanted to hear?” The sound of his voice raising at you caused you to cringe. He’d never raised his voice at you until tonight.

He took a deep breath before continuing “I’ve been through a lot of shit these past couple of months, and I don’t need you berating me for a minor setback”

“I’m not berating you, I’m just upset and angry that you felt the need to lie to me about something this serious”

He covered his face with his hands. “It was a couple fuckin’ cigarettes, babe”

“The whole fuckin’ pack is not a couple, Suguru. I’m worried about you”

“I’m fine” He huffed.

“No you’re not, you and I both know that”

“I’m your partner and I love you. When shit like this happens, please talk to me. We’ve been together for almost 3 years and we’ve always told each other that we would ALWAYS confide each other with our problems. I don’t know it’s just… I feel like you might not trust me anymore”

He slowly walked towards the bed and sat right next to you, wiping a tear from your eye and bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“That is not true, I trust you more than anyone in this whole world. I-” he paused. “Since I took some time off from work and since you’ve been picking up more shifts at the bakery, you’ve been really stressed and busy and I just didn’t wanna bother you with my shit”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard the last words of that sentence. How could the love of your life ever feel like he would be a burden to you?

“You’d never be a burden, my love”

“God, I love you” He said, his eyes sparkling with tears.

“I love you too” You said back, before he gently placed his lips onto yours, His arms immediately reaching for your waist and yours immediately reaching for his neck. He leaned forward, his broad, fit frame landing right on top of you. The kiss grew hungrier as you spread your legs to feel just how much he was hardening from above you. Suguru pulled away from your lips, kissing down your neck, then your shoulders. Creeping closer and closer to your chest. You flipped the switch, causing you to now be straddling him. His wrists pinned to the bed. You reached for the hem of his t-shirt, eagerly pulling it over his head. Your hands explored his tattooed torso and left slow delicate kisses all down his body until you got closer and closer to the waistband of his briefs. He stopped you as you reached for his sweats.

“What are you doing?” He asked, in a rather confused tone.

“You always take care of me, let me take care of you for once” You responded, smiling up at him.

“You really don’t have to do that”

“I want to though, you never let me get you off” You said, reaching into his boxers.

“That’s because watching you get off helps me get off” His words were followed by a sharp gasp as your cold hand met his erection.

“Let me do this for you, baby. Just this once” You whispered into his ear.

You placed your lips back onto his as you stroked his hard cock through his boxers.

“Ngh, fuck” he moaned out.

You proceeded to pull his pants and boxers off at once and were shocked by how pre-cum he’d already leaked. You licked him from the base of his cock up until the tip and took his entire length into your mouth. Slowly moving your head up and down as Suguru lost his mind from under you. You looked up at him for a split second and saw his head thrown back as he let out different whimpers and cuss words, praising you for how amazing your mouth felt on his throbbing cock.

“Ngh, fuck sweetheart”

The closer he got to his orgasm, the more you teased his tip just enough to send him over the edge. He lifted your head off of him by grabbing your chin, he kissed you sloppily not having a care in the world that you were just going down on him less than a second ago.

“You are so fuckin’ sexy” He said to you. “Get on your back for me, angel”

He smiled down at you as you did what he said. “I love it when you do as you’re told, so good for me”

He had practically ripped off every article of clothing you had on, leaving your body completely exposed. He planted innocent kisses on stomach, neck, and shoulders. He was barely even touching you but he just knew what spots would make you tick.

“Suguru please, I- I need you”

“Patience, my love”

Suguru began moving lower, planting kisses on your inner thighs. Creeping closer to where you really needed him, you were practically in heat waiting for him to stop teasing you. After what felt like a million lifetimes of waiting, he was finally paying attention to your soaked, aching core. He slowly licked in between your wet folds and mainly focused his tongue on your swollen clit. Flicking it back and forth with his tongue before sucking on it with a little more pressure than usual. As your clit kept his tongue occupied, he slid one of his fingers into your wet cunt, earning a choked out gasp from your mouth.

“F-fuck” was all you could manage to get out, considering every cohesive thought was being washed out of your brain from how good his mouth felt on your pussy.

“Oh my…fuck Suguru!” You squealed, attempting to close your legs from your clit having grown way too sensitive but he pried your legs open with his forearms and held them open. The lewd noises exiting your mouth were the only form of response you had to how badly he was manhandling you.

“Ungh, shit baby I’m getting cl- fuck i’m gonna cum”

“D-don’t s-stop, FUCK” you screamed.

He sat upright and the sight of his mouth and chin covered in your juices made you wetter than you already were. He crawled up to you, tenderly kissing you, letting you taste yourself off of his tongue.

“I need more of you, like right now”

“Your wish is forever my command, sweetheart”

He begins pulling his hair back but you stop him.

“No, leave it down. You look hot”

He smiled at you before lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself into you, your back automatically arching and a high-pitched squeal immediately leaving your mouth. Suguru cupped your face and stared directly into your eyes.

“It’s okay baby, I got you. You’re okay”

“Oh my god, you feel so g-good”

He responded by planting a kiss on your forehead as he fucked you harder. Your eyes involuntarily began rolling to the back of your head.

“Uh-uh, eyes on me sweetheart, look at me while I fuck you”

You look up at him with the most cockdrunk look in your eyes, the sweat beads on his forehead and the way his long hair fell perfectly made you want to have this man’s babies right then and there. You attempted to say something but it came out as random babbles because the only thing you could truly think about was how good Suguru’s hard cock felt repeatedly pounding into your drenched pussy.

“I know baby, I know” He lightly smiled. “You’re taking me so well, you like being a good slut for me?”

You lazily nodded. “I need to hear your words”

“I like being a g- g- fuck that feels so good”

He chuckled. “That’s not what I asked you, angel”

“Ungh fuck, I love being a good s-slut f- for you”

He groaned in response and you felt a slight twitch in his cock, hinting that he was nearing his orgasm.

“Are you close?” You asked him, he slowly nodded.

“Y-Yeah why?”

“I wanna c-, fuck I need to cum with you”

“No, you cum first”

Suguru always insisted on making you cum first, he didn’t give a damn if he had to edge himself for hours, he just always needed you to get off first.

“You are so fucking s-stubborn”

“Was that attitude you were just giving me?” He asked. “Huh?”

He increased the speed and pressure at which he fucked you, it felt so overwhelmingly good your eyes were rolled so far back, you swore you couldn’t see for a minute straight.

“Oh my fucking godddddd, fuck Suguru. D-don’t stop, I’m gonna c- oh fuck”

“You are so fuckin’ t-tight angel”

The only noises filling the room were yours and Suguru’s moans, along with the sound of this skin loudly slapping against yours.

“I-I’m c-cumminggggg fuck!” You reaching your high didn’t stop him from continuing to fuck you at an abnormal pace and force.

“Fuck I need to cum inside you, baby” He said, cupping the side of your face.

Suguru was fucking you harder than he ever had in your 2 and a half years of having been together.

“You’re so good for me, taking all of me like the cock-slut you are. Tell me what you are, baby”

“I’m your c-cock-slut”

He groaned as his thrusts got sloppier.

“I’m yours, fuck I’m all yours”

“Shit angel, I’m so close”

“Cum inside me Suguru, I need it. I need you, please. I wanna feel all of it”

He let out a loud grunt as he blew his thick white load of cum into your tight throbbing cunt.

“Holy fuck” You exclaimed as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

“I think you’re trying to break me tonight” You laughed.

He passionately kissed you as he slowly laid next to you.

“I’m sorry” He said.

“For what?” You looked up at him.

“Lying to you”

“It’s okay Sugu, I understand why you did it”

“I love you, you know that?”

You nodded, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

“I love you too”

He kissed your forehead, then your lips.

The room fell into a comfortable silence when Suguru just had a sense that your mind wasn’t clear.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

“Sex”

He scoffed. “You slut, we just had sex”

You slapped his chest before laughing.

“No but I um..I just wanna ask you something”

“What is it?”

“How come you never…?

“How come I never let you go down on me?”

You covered your face in embarrassment. ‘Yeah?”

“I just get more pleasure from making you feel good”

“So you hate when I give you head?”

“No baby, that is not what I’m saying. You give amazing head but I just prefer taking care of you, don’t feel selfish though, I know how you get”

“So you’re like a…service dom?”

“And what the hell is that?”

“It’s someone whose main focus is making their partner feel good in the bedroom, so they kinda like prioritize their partner’s pleasure” You explained.

“Um…I guess that’s what I am then”

“Yeah, you sure are”

He rolled his eyes.

“Whatever you say, angel” He softly kissed your forehead before you both dozed off.

[airbendertendou]

bonten men seeing you with contacts for the first time.

[ glasses version ] no pronouns used / gender neutral. lowercase intended. cw : sanzu touches your throat non-sexually / non-threateningly , mentions of acne in kakuchos , reader wears a gloss / lipstain in kokos

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— MIKEY! ♥︎

it wasn't ideal, your current situation. putting on your most expensive jewelry ; practicing your laugh ; extending your vocabulary just in case — it wasn't something you did often.

however, your biggest investor was invited to a gala, therefore you were meant to join in aswell.

letting out a breath, you enter the ballroom turned meeting area. you blink, squinting lightly at the twinkling lights before relaxing your eyes. with a small nod to yourself, you put on your prettiest smile before turning left and beginning your evening of socialization.

your feet feel numb ; your voice is aching with use ; your eyes have long since dried out — and you hadn't even seen mikey yet. he was the entire reason you were pushed to this gathering. settling your back against a wall, you let out another breath, convincing yourself to stay for just a little longer.

"you look nice."

the voice gets your attention immediately as you straighten up. mikey stands alone, just a little ways in front of you. he tilts his head and you swear his lips tilt up the slightest bit. you smooth sweaty, trembling hands over your outfit before speaking. "i've been looking for you, mister sano."

mikey's eyes call to yours — you really can't look away. he lets out a huff — you'd never say he laughed. "we're past the mister sano bit, aren't we, [name]?"

"i guess." your eyes drop to the floor briefly, just to get away from his heated gaze. a small tsk is heard before your chin is held in a gentle grasp, pulling your eyes to his once more. "mikey?"

"better." his hand drops but your face is still warm from his touch. "let's talk somewhere privately, yeah?"

— SANZU! ♥︎

a movie you don't even know the name of plays in the background as you eat your chosen snack. all day you've tried to ignore him and his pearl-blue eyes that wouldn't look away from you.

you click your tongue, turning to send a glare his way. "you are staring, sanzu haruchi—"

with a squeal, you find yourself on your back. you let out an astonished laugh as sanzu's knees go to either side of you, caging you beneath him. you gape up at him in shock, "haru!"

"let me look at you." his voice is gentle ; tender in a way you hadn't heard before. sure, it'd been years since you spoke, but he wasn't known for being soft. your eyes widen at the thought — sanzu lets out a sigh, his body slightly sagging into yours. "there we go..."

you blink a few times, begging for your contacts to stay in place as they begin to feel dry at the edges — crisp the longer you keep your eyes open. you can't help but induldge him, though, let him look at you for however long he wants.

“how dare you hide this from me,” haru caresses your cheek softly. “can't believe you’re so pretty.”

"i've always been pretty," you reply with a small frown.

sanzu grins wickedly, his hand trailing down to your throat before laying it there. "yeah... always pretty."

— KAKUCHO! ♥︎

you're avoiding him. really, you're avoiding everyone in the office at this point. with a frown, kakucho gathers a handful of blank or useless sheets of paper, slipping them into an empty folder before heading over to your office.

"just leave it in the bin!" your hand stretches out, pointing to the blue, overflowing tray. your back is turned to him, hunched over as the sound of keys clicking meets his ears. his frown deepens before the back of your chair is grabbed and spun so you now face him. you gasp, "kaku—!"

he's kneeling in front of you before you can blink. a long, relieved breath escapes his chest as he settles his forhead on your knee. "god, i—[name], i thought something was wrong with you. thought i did something to upset you."

your bottom lip is chewed through, but you continue to nibble on it anyways. "...sorry."

kakucho raises his head so that his chin sets on your knee now. gone is his work exterior and in its place is the softened, lovesick daze he shows only to you. "they look nice on you — can see you better this way."

you let out a groan, throwing your head back before looking down at him once more. "i'm breaking out so bad right now! only thing people can see is that!"

he wants to reassure you — really, acne is normal and you're still beautiful with it — but he's so enamoured by you. the way your eyes are a little glassy because of your contacts ; the frown on your lips ; the way you've been stroking his hair mindlessly just because you could—

kakucho sweeps in and steals a quick kiss. you gasp again — kissing during work hours?! he was a horrid man. kakucho grins before patting your thighs and standing.

— KOKONOI! ♥︎

the feeling of guilt creeps up as koko's doorbell rings. his hair is tossed into a bun, white strands falling into his eyes as he opens the door. you stumble in, halfway through a sentence as he offers you a pair of house slippers.

"—and, really, you're doing me such a favor!" you plop down onto his couch unceremoniously, letting out a huff as you do. "this was the worst night for me. your call was a blessing."

kokonoi blinks as he stands frozen in front of you. with a frown, he bends at the waist and simply waits until you're looking up at him. you tilt your head, phone open on your notes app as you stop mid-way through your sentence.

sharpened eyes drift down the rest of your attire. wrinkle-free clothes ; your nicest shirt ; your lucky socks? all combined with the contacts you're wearing and the gloss staining your lips— kokonoi stands straight and crosses his arms. "where have you been, exactly?"

"a date." you let out another sigh, rolling your eyes at his rigid posture. "not a good one, i assure you! had the audacity, asking to see me again — after chewing with his mouth open and spitting his food all over mine! i can never look at tortellini noodles the same."

kokonoi taks a seat beside of you, the work he called you for out of his mind as he gestures for you to keep talking. "you called just when he was going to put his number in my phone." a sneaky, proud grin grows on your lips. "i have your bonten tattoo as the picture, so that really scared him off."

while you talk, you scroll on your phone until his contact photo is shown. it's true — his side profile is fully in view. what catches his eye, however, is his name. a simple haji with a spinning heart emoji sends his own heart into a frenzy.

at kokonoi's grin, you sense trouble. you clear your throat, taking your phone from his view before scrolling on it again. "what was it you needed from me, exactly?"

an arm is thrown over your hips as kokonoi pulls himself close. his nose bumps against yours before he slides just slightly away. "for you to not go on anymore dates. unless they're with me, of course."

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Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 20 Finale

Masterlist

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation.

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

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I was vibrating with excitement and nerves. I wasn't going on stage, but I would be in backstage videos and photos, so I did get mild hair and makeup. The outfit they put me in matched my boys perfectly.

I was sitting in a green room with my Omegas going to and fro around me. Doing their own things to get ready both mentally and physically. Stretching, warming up, snacking, resting, chatting, and joking around. I was flushed with joy and having a blast.

I snapped photos and little videos on my phone and tablet cameras. They weren't nearly as good as my usual, but I still wanted to document and remember this day. This first concert with my Omegas. How much fun we were having even while everyone worked so hard. It was worth documenting, even at lower quality than usual.

We all quieted down when there was a knock on the door. Like we wanted to keep our joy and chaos for ourselves. Even if there was a backstage talker camera going around.

"Oh great! Thank you so much!" I heard Chris exclaim happily to the person at the door. It's his Australian accent that catches my attention since most the crew were still Korean speaking.

HE clicked the door shut again, a plain brown handled shopping bag in his hand. His eyes searched for and found me and he baby step beelined for me. I was sitting on a chair, Ayen sitting between my legs. The odd walk caught several others attention.

Lino straightened. "Did it arrive?" Chan nodded. "Just in time!" Lino sounded as excited as Chan looked. I was even more confused.

"What came?" I asked. I didn't know anyone ordered anything. Was it a food delivery?

Chan handed me the bag. "We got you something. I wasn't sure if it would be done before the concert started." He looked a little nervous now as all eight of them stopped what they were doing to watch me open my surprise.

Giving them one last suspicious look, I peeked into the bag, only to gasp in absolute shock. Slowly, reverently, I reached inside and pulled out my previously broken camera.

She looked better than she had in years, and I took great pride in taking care of her. Brand new shiny casing, broken lens and buttons replaced and policed enough to sparkle. Even the strap, which had been wearing down in some spots was reweaved and stitched. I was in awe.

"This is far too much! How did you even find someone to fix this in just a day?" My hands shook as I smoothed my fingers over the camera in worship. This was beyond anything I ever dared to even think about hoping for.

"We all pitched in. And manager found the camera shop." Lino said.

"It was worth every penny just to see this look on your face." Minnie teased with a small, sweet smile on his lips.

"We know how much the camera means to you. How much photography means." Ayen started, patting my thigh. He was twisted oddly in order to watch me. And you are so good at it. Honestly, your work is better than some of the big-name photographers to have worked with.

I half smiled at him. "Hardly but thank you. Thank you all so much." I bit my lip to keep from tearing up. "I am so glad I became your Alpha. Even if I was terrified through most of our journey so far."

"There is a catch to this gift, though." Felix announced.

"What's that?"

"You have to take our social media photos for the tour. We have a higher standard now that we have posted your photos." Hyunjin answered.

I huffed out a laugh, eyes tearing up, and nodded with a wobbly smile. "Of course. I'll be glad to." I whispered wetly.

"And y/n?" Han prompted.

I hummed in question, waiting for his answer expectantly.

"We are really glad you're our Alpha too. Our Unwilling Alpha. Perfect in every way." Bin answered.

~Fin~

A/N: Originally, I had the intention of writing the entire concert of their first stop on the mini tour. However, this organically came out, and it just felt like the ending as I was writing it. And I'm all for listening to my writing. It sometimes knows more than I do. So, it's short, but it feels like a natural ending to me, and hopefully to you too.

Thank you for riding this roller coaster with me, and I really hope you enjoyed this short little goofy take on A/B/O dynamics.

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[navybrat817]

Did you see the Sebastian photo with him in the leather jacket and Bucky hair? The black and white one? He looks so good!!!!!!!!

Is it the image below, nonnie? If so, yes! He looks amazing. So much that I had to share more rocker!Bucky. If not, I'm happy to receive the pic.

Everybody Wants a Taste

Pairing: Rocker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Are you really Bucky's girl? He thinks so. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, oral implied (m. and f. receiving), possessive behavior, slight jealousy and insecurity, swearing, slight feels (it's me), sort of getting together, communication is key, Rocker!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Some White Wolf and Luna that no one asked for! This can also count for Week 4 of the @the-slumberparty for Across the Universe!❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and banner by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When word got around that you were seeing Bucky Barnes, some of your friends back home told you to be careful. Not because you couldn't keep up with the rockstar, but because they didn't want him to throw you out when he eventually grew bored of you. Touching as it was, it was also insulting.

"We're having fun." you said in the group chat. "Nothing wrong with that."

"But everyone wants him!" one of them replied. "What makes you different from the rest?"

What makes you special?

"Nice fucking pep talk. Really. Appreciate the vote of confidence!" you sent.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

That was the last thing you sent in the chat.

You may have given your phone the finger, too.

As if you needed another reminder that girls, and guys, lined up to get just a glimpse of the man you somehow got to call yours. Some were better looking than you and others were nicer, but you refused to let it shatter your confidence. They didn't click with Bucky the way you did. If he woke up one day and decided he didn't want you, it wouldn't be the end of your world.

You took care of yourself long before you left home and wouldn't depend on a guy for anything. That was something you made clear when you started spending more time with Bucky. At least, you told him once you could form a coherent sentence since he fucked every sane thought out of you.

"It's okay to keep wanting me, Luna."

Being addicted to him wasn't something you anticipated nor did you want to admit that he had a hold on you. If you did, he'd have the entire deck stacked in his favor. But the cocky fucker knew he had you in the palm of his hand and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Not when you were on your knees worshipping him like the god everyone made him out to be.

You waited for Bucky after rehearsal, knowing he could do with a bit of stress relief. Steve gave you a knowing smirk as he walked by. "Hey, baby," he teased.

“Hey, blondie,” you winked back.

"Don't call my girl 'baby', punk," Bucky said as his friend laughed.

Am I your girl?

Shamelessly allowing your eyes to roam his body as he walked closer, you wondered how he even got his jeans on some days with the heat he was packing. The rest of the band nodded to you as they passed by, knowing exactly what they'd witness if they stuck around.

"I don't remember texting you," Bucky said when he stopped, running his ringed fingers through his hair. "You don't have anything better to do than wait for me?"

Asshole. You're lucky I adore you.

Your eyes narrowed as you pushed yourself off the wall. "Plenty of other things I can be doing that don't involve you."

"C'mon, baby. I'm fucking with you," he smiled as he moved to stand in front of you. "I just figured you might be hanging out with Alice and Sunshine."

"Oh, we did each other's nails and had a pillow fight. Almost fell out of my top as I jumped around," you smiled, leaning against the wall once again.

You liked Alice and Sunshine. You'd be a bitch not to and they understood things that people back home wouldn't get. Jefferson was certainly more cheerful now that he had his girl back in his life. And Hal still adored his high school sweetheart just as much as he had the day before.

What's it like for someone to be loved the way they are?

"And I missed it? That's too bad. Didn't get a facial?"

You arched an eyebrow as he moved a finger along the swell of your breast. "How could I when you weren't there to give me one?"

"I can give you one now," he smirked.

You laughed and shook your head as you tugged him closer by his t-shirt. "I don't know if I want one anymore. I could find something else to quench my thirst."

"We both know you love the taste of my cock."

"Almost as much as you love the taste of my pussy."

He placed both hands on the wall and looked into your eyes as you bit your lip. "My favorite treat. You gonna let me get my mouth on you so I can have my fill?"

"Maybe after you fuck my throat. Maybe," you said before he brought a hand to your throat. He held it there, but didn't squeeze. "So you'd rather choke me with your hand instead of your cock?"

"Luna, baby, don't tease me."

"Isn't teasing just another form of foreplay?" you asked.

The flirty, fun banter never got old with him. Even on the days you didn't have sex, you found yourself smiling at his words and antics. It made it difficult to protect your heart. But like your body, it was yours to give the person you wanted and he had the key to the lock before you knew it.

"I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock," he stated, tightening his grip when you moaned. "Want you to choke on me before I make a mess of you."

The mere suggestion was enough for your thighs to rub together, tour panties dampening more at the thought of him using your throat to get himself off and paint your face. His thick cock filled every hole of yours to the brim time and time again, reminding you that you belonged to him. But you couldn't always give in so easily. Call it pride or a power move.

You'd both get off in the end.

"Sure you don't want one of your other groupies to suck your cock?"

Everybody wants a taste.

His smirk vanished instantly as he leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. You didn't shy away from his gaze, captivated by the blue of his eyes. He liked that you didn't try to hide.

Caught in his trap, you couldn't duck and run if you wanted to.

"I haven't fucked anyone else in weeks," his voice dropped as he shoved his knee between your thighs without warning, your core pulsing as he brushed his lips against yours. "Thought I made it clear that you're my girl."

You swallowed hard enough for Bucky to loosen his grip. If Bucky let you in, that meant something because he didn't give himself away lightly. Sex, he could find that anywhere. Someone to stick around through the highs and lows after was another story.

One you wanted to write with him.

"You never actually asked," you said above a whisper.

It was weak to say it out loud and make him put a label on it, but you wanted to hear it.

"I didn't think I had to ask," he said, kissing the spot between your eyes with a small huff. "I thought you were already mine.”

Your stomach swirled with butterflies. "I thought you were mine, too."

"Because I am. I’m all yours," he whispered, playing dirty by rocking his knee a bit more. You were tempted to slide up a bit more and ride his thigh and weep from knowing he was really yours. "C'mon. Be mine. Be my fucking girl, Luna."

You whined when he brought his lips to yours again. You would have said "yes" regardless. "I'm your girl, but don't you dare break my heart. 'Cause I'll hunt you down and make you sorry if you do. I'll curse that glorious dick of yours, too."

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. The sound brought a smile to your face. "I'd expect nothing less. You better not curse my dick or break my heart either."

His casual tone had an underlying vulnerability that you wouldn't dare joke about.

"You're my guy, Wolfy. I won't hurt you."

And I'll be your Luna no matter what.

"Don't let anyone hear you call me that," he grinned, pulling his knee away to leave you wanting more. Tease. "I have a reputation to uphold."

You smiled as the atmosphere shifted back to the sexual charge. He didn't need to dwell on the emotions for the moment and neither did you. Your heart was full and that was more than enough for today.

"Guess you better shut me up then," you suggested as you reached for his belt.

"Oh, no. Still wanna hear you moan and whine when you take me in your mouth," he stated, stepping back so you could unzip his pants and sink to your knees. "When I'm done, you're gonna sit on my face and sing for me. Those pretty sounds of yours might inspire our next song."

"Call it 'Howl at the Moon'," you smiled up at him. "Dedicate it to me," you added with a wink.

You'd find out later that Bucky already had.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Falling In Love With You

requested?: no pairing(s): hwang hyunjin x afab!reader genre: smut, fluff, angst (kinda, not much) warning(s): mentions of insicurities (not specified), angst if you squint, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it ladies nd gents), mentions of crying, hyune being whipped for reader, praise, breast play, hyune being a boob guy, soft sex, not proof read, lmk if i missed anything:) summary: the reader is feeling insecure, so hyune tells the reader in his own little way that they're perfect word count: 1.5k a/n: was thinking of writing one of these, so here you all go. reader's body type is never specified, so, go wild. remember to eat and drink some water, love yas mwah! -Cilla

lately, you were feeling quite insecure. you had an idol boyfriend, and you just thought he could do better. you saw all of these pretty girls fawning and flirting with him, but he chose you? he could do so much better.

hyunjin had just come back from his choreo practice with the rest of stray kids, you didn’t hear the door open as you were too busy  scrolling through your phone in bed, reading all of the comments on hyunjin’s latest insta post. it was a pic of the both if you, chan had taken it. he had his arms around you with his chin resting on your shoulder. you had your head facing him over your shoulder, smiling widely.

the comments started out sweet, at first. you had all of your friends and long-term fans supporting you and him, saying you were cute together. but then all of the comments just turned sour, like you had just bitten into a lemon.

you scrolled through them, letting tears flow down the sides of your face, you couldn’t help them. it was only when hyune opened the door to your bedroom and saw you curled up on your side, that you realized he was home. you tried to wipe away the tears as fast as you could, but hyune was faster.

he took your hands in his and kneeled at the side of the bed, looking for the source of why you were crying.

“honey, what’s wrong? have you started your- oh wait, you don’t start for another week. honey, what’s wrong? I won’t judge, I swear” he spoke frantically and fast, his words tumbling out of his mouth. you shook your head in response, signaling nothing was wrong, he knew you were lying, he always did.

“don’t bullshit me love, I know when you’re lying” he spoke, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

you glanced at the phone in your hand, it was still open on twitter, the comments on the screen. hyune followed your gaze and frowned. you were quick to try and hide it, but he was quicker in snatching your phone and reading the comments. he scrolled for a little bit before looking at you with a serious look.

“jagiya” he spoke softly, lifting your chin to look at him, “i told you not to look at those comments” his tone was soft, much unlike his face. his brown eyes were piercing straight through you.

“i know, i’m sorry” you whispered. he clicked his tongue and brought you in for a hug, wrapping your arms around him.

you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being with him, until you felt feather light kisses on your neck.

“y’know, you really shouldn’t listen to all them, they don’t know what they are saying, you’re absolutely gorgeous jagi”

you whimper lightly as you feel him begin to nip at your neck and leave small bites. he smirked against your neck, knowing it was getting you worked up. he knew everything about you, how to get you to sleep to how to get you so turned on with the slightest touch. he knew damn well it was working, and you were already horny, he just liked taking the piss and teasing you, making you melt like putty in his hands.

“hyune” you whimpered out, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you. he quickly got up and on top of you, pinning you down onto the bed and pinning your hands next to the sides of your head, making sure he kisses every inch of your neck before moving down.

he makes quick work of getting his shirt off, and then yours (his). he fiddles with the clasp of your bra before you try to intervene, but he just pins your arms back to where they were at the side of your head.

“i can do it” he says with a small pout on his lips, you giggle softly and he melts at the sound, smiling softly.

he’s quick to get back into it though, managing to unclasp your bra and throwing it god knows where in the room. he slowly kissed down your collarbone, leaving small nips and love bites on his way down to your tits. he took one of your hardened peaks in your mouth, sucking on it. you arched your back up into him, trying to give him more access. you moaned loudly as you felt his other hand roll your nipple through his index finger and thumb, giving your other breast attention while he licked and sucked on your other.

he looked up at your face, taking in all of your facial expressions and memorizing them for later on while he was on tour to jerk off to. he would have to think about that later, there was a much bigger task at hand which he needed to solve: getting your panties off and fucking you slowly, just how you liked it.

“so fucking gorgeous, jagi, every inch of you. your hips” he squeezed your hips, “your stomach” he left a kiss on your stomach “and these gorgeous fucking tits that only i can see and suck on like this” he said, taking your other breast in his mouth and groaning at the feeling of your hardened nipple against his tongue.

“but the prettiest part of you is your pussy. is it wet for me? wet enough for me to fuck you so slowly just how you like it, and tell you how gorgeous you are? hm?” you nodded softly, biting your lip lightly as you look down at him, his mouth still attached to your right breast.

he smiled at your response.

“can I see jagi? your pretty pussy wet for me?”  you nod again, “jagi” he says in a warning tone “what did we say about using our words baby?”

“m’ sorry hyune, you can see” you whisper

“good girl, love your pretty pussy so fuckin’ much” he husks, hooking a finger in your panties and dragging them down your legs, you help him by moving your hips upwards so he could get them off.

he groans when he sees your pussy, glistening with your juices. he drags his grey sweats down his hips and throws them to the floor.

“you ready?” he asks, his eyes half lidded, a seductive look glistening in his eyes.

“please hyune” you whimper, trying to widen your legs even more, if it were possible.

he nods before sinking himself inside of you, slowly stretching you out around his thick cock, but that wasn’t the aim of what he was doing. he wanted to fuck you slowly and sensually, making sure you thought you looked so gorgeous all of the way through and remembered how absolutely stunning you were in his eyes.

you pulled him closer via the back of his neck, tugging lightly at the strands of hair on the nape of his neck. slowly moved in and out of you, making sure you could feel every inch of him inside of you, every vein every inch, everything. he wanted to make you feel special tonight, not the usual where you’re all fucked out and tired, no, he wanted you to feel so good while he told you that you were enough for him.

he moved in and out of you, whispering soft praises into your ear, telling him how well your pussy took him in, how well you fit around his fat cock.

“fuck, so pretty jagi, so fucking pretty. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, you look so fucking gorgeous the way you are, you don’t need to change for anyone” he groans into your ear, you moan out in response

“say you’re gorgeous baby, wanna hear you say it” he close to whimpers

“fuck hyune- i’m gorgeous” you say, mostly to him than yourself

“louder” he says, quickening the pace, but not by much

“i’m gorgeous” you moan out

“louder” he growls loudly in your ear, hitting that gummy spot inside of you over and over

“fuck gonna cum- i’m gorgeous!” you scream out as you’re thrown over the edge into pure ecstasy, your orgasm shaking you violently. hyune came not long after, feeling your gummy walls clench around him was enough to make him come.

he pulls out and lays next to you.

“seriously, jagi, you are absolutely the most gorgeous human being in this universe, don’t let all those people online tell you otherwise, they hide behind vile comments for a reason, they’re all too scared to say it to your face” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “lets get you in the bath, hm? and then we can binge that show you love so much and take a nap, sound good?” you nod and smile in response, he smiles back “good, lets go then” he says, helping you up to the bathroom to run you a nice hot bath.

you knew people online hated you and hyune’s relationship, and they thought he could do better. but at least you had reassurance from hyune to tell you that you’re gorgeous and no one can change that for him. he will always love you, and you love him too.

[lovelykil]

DUDE…. Kyle and Stan reacting to there S/O asking for hand pics… (I have a rlly weird fucking hand fetish, my bad 😭)

─Headcanons─

kyle & stan x reader older ver.

hc; asking for hand pics

cw; none

note; HELPP no cs me too......... ermm anyway 😊 ⤵

Kyle—

omg his hands are pale, nice, and slender

Big but not too much, and they are surprisingly soft.

I say surprisingly because he plays basketball.

You'd think they're maybe rough.. they are– he just uses lotion to make his hands soft to the touch

Makes him feel better and clean

Anyway

You LOVEE his hands you sometimes just admire them as he helps you with homework.

Your gaze was drawn as he moved the pencil across the paper, his hand guiding the tool. Some veins faintly appeared as he did so.

You couldn't help but imagine what he could do with them right now if he wasn't blabbering about math homework.

Alright now the GOOD STUFF

As any other person who was just asked if they can send hand pics, he is very much flabbergasted.

He was just writing an essay for his English class when he saw the text, he was so CONFUSED and concerned.

disclaimer I didn't know what the hell to do for usernames so matching it was 🤦🏾‍♀️

He stared at his phone like

'😧' and then '🤨'

Why do you want a hand pic???

For what reason would you send that for 😭??

Well..

He got his answer ☠️

His face IMMEDIATELY went red, setting down his phone to process this situation.

It took like 2 minutes for him to calm down before he took a breather and grabbed back his phone.

He opened his camera and set his hand on his desk, trying to figure out a good camera angle.

I don't know why but bro was stressing

But he finally got a pic he was sorta okay about 🫶🏾

His brain process during this was just all like

what the hell

Why

Why

No I don't like this angle, how about this way

My hand looks stupid she's gonna hate it :(

WHY IS SHE EVEN INTO THIS ANYWAY

I am dating a weirdo.

Anyway he opened back your chat and sent it after a few uncertain seconds.

BARKBARKVAK4KEKKEES

okay sorry, that is literally how I see his hands

so yummy 🤤

After that text message sent, he set that phone down so fast.. and immediately went to type back on his laptop again.

He wasn't too crazy about this request though nothing would compare to when you asked for that whimper audio from him.

He still thinks about it till this day, wanting to die inside

It's okay tho cause you were happy :3

anyway on your end when you saw his notification pop up, you clicked on it FAST

thirsty ass mf

The way you grinned so hard was insane, you were kicking your feet and giggling when you clicked on the photo.

You saved it to your camera roll to add to the rest of the hand pics you secretly had of Kyle..

He doesn't know about this and never will

You went back to your messages with him and texted back

something is purring

and it is not a cat.

Stan—

He wears rings (ohohohoo)

His hands are rough and have calluses from playing his guitar.

Not too rough though just a neutral rough if that even makes sense

When you guys hang out he sometimes likes playing for you

SOMETIMES.

he's a lil shy, he practices alot to play for you so he doesn't look like an idiot.

Sooo that's why his hands are so rough. But you kinda liked it anyway?

The way his chipped black nail-polished fingers strummed his guitar made your stomach do the thing.

Plus his sliver and black rings?

Oh god

It's just the way he glides his fingers tbh I swear

Like play with me like the way you play your guitar 🫤!!

☠️

anywho

Stan was laying in bed, scrolling on TikTok

The usual when he can't sleep and you were already asleep.

Well he thought you were asleep, you sent him a gn text??? But he received a text message 20 minutes later

He's in a little blushy blushy mess now.

What will he do? Send the pic so his gf can rest peacefully? If you said yes...

WRONGG

I'm jk

Idk kinda almost chill wit it? But he definitely felt a little vomit come up in his throat from you thinking of him.

I mean he cares a little like why would you ask that 😭

But it's late so he doesn't really question it

In the pitch dark he snapped a photo of his hand, checked to see if it looked decent then sent his pic.

His rings were off in his 1 😞

but nonetheless you smiled hard, when you saw the picture

Something about his hands screamed

LOSERR that or I just have a problem

but in a hot way ofc, he's a loser but your loser

You giggled like a whore, getting yourself comfortable on your bed.

You then replied back

😭😭

[heretyc]

Im Glad your feeling better!!! Colds fucking blow 😭😭😭😭

Could I get some Headcannons for the Primes if there S/O had a thing for Photography??? Like there always hiding around corners or in nooks and crannies snapping pics of them? Filling up whole photo albums of there beloved partner just going about there day or hunting reagents down! I think its hella cute c:

Also loved the Copacabana fic and I can just see Barbi standing like 🧍‍♂️ next to his hot S/O 😭🤣😭🤣 Mans looking like Adam Sandler next to his out of his league movie wife

LMFAO RIGHT?? I can handle the sore throat, I just despise the sinus headache and pressure!! :( although I do have a lifehack: smear Vicks vapo rub [the stuff that moms swear by] on your bathroom wall inside of your bath/shower as you have your bath or shower. The vapours mix with the steam. Literal lifesaver these past couple of days. Also Halls + ginger ale for sore throat. Canada Dry supremacy!

And thank you so much lol I wanted to make it longer but I wanted to cover requests first! Adam Sandler 😭😭 god you speak all fax no printer!! He's the "I don't care who the IRS sends, I am not paying taxes" to your "Hi Dan, I just moved in next door" 🤣 Maybe I'll start a little AU where you and Barbi break out of Murkoff and live in his villa in Cuba. Sounds so comfortable compared to the trials lol

Coyle would be honoured after you admit to taking photos of him; he was freaked the fuck out after finding you in a dark corner, and it takes convincing to let you continue. He's under the impression that you're taking pictures for the local paper. Maybe you're going to show off his prowess at exacting justice, or maybe gush about how fantastic he is at bashing the heads of Commies! Only to come to learn you put all of the photographs into an album. None of which are of him assaulting other men with his baton, or smashing people into walls for daring disrespect his authority!

Of course he'd be like "...???" but he'd feel a little flattered. An album isn't as good as a national newspaper, buuuuut albums are precious little mementos, no? He thinks you took a lot of nice pictures. [He just grumbles and says "nice shot". That's how he compliments them lol].

Barbi's ears are sensitive to noise, so he accidentally fucks up your camera little bit with Lupara. He heard a soft "click" and was quick to shoot at it. You're lucky it only hit the edge of the lens...the crack isn't too visible.

Barbi's used to getting his photograph taken; whether by cartel members or by the public, he likes to think he's photogenic. He'd give you his best angles - one of which including Lupara being aimed at the lens - and he'd ask to see them ASAP.

He'd enjoy the album immensely as long as you get flattering angles; a photograph of him making a pouty face will make him...pout. Playfully, of course.

Dr Futterman would hear the shutter of a lens before Gooseberry [if that's even possible]. He yells at you for being a "pervert", but Gooseberry just thinks you're taking photographs of her for her show. She's even more ecstatic when you admit to taking dozens of them! Oh, you have to show her sometime! She'd be so excited to see the results. Futterman won't stop yapping, but she doesn't care.

She thinks the album is precious, and even SHE felt the urge to drown Futterman after he insulted it. He's a Debbie Downer, isn't he?

[kangshxrtie]

ch. 15 ⤍ you can't see me

"hii everybody!" you greeted the stream once you started.

user1 are u gonna address the tweets?

"what tweets? i haven't done anything recently" you asked confused.

user2 abt u & kazuha?

"i literally told y'all we were dating" you rolled your eyes playfully.

user3 wait y'all actually are???

"yes. i don't know why y'all thought i was lying"

"by the way chat, kazuha sent me behind the scenes of her photoshoot" you showed your phone screen to the camera before quickly moving it away.

"haha. y'all can't see, my eyes only."

user4 that's not fair you're supposed to be one of us

user5 SHARE THE PICS

"i have girlfriend privileges" you smirked, "therefore, since she only sent them to me, i'll keep them to myself"

user6 is this u confirming the dating rumors???

"okay maybe we're not actually dating" you admitted, "but we will be soon"

you were about to say more, but you were cut off by kazuha suddenly joining the discord call. "y/n, are you ready for horror games?"

"listen i know we had horror games planned today, but my pc will just not open the damn game" you tried to make an excuse.

"did you try clicking the start button?"

"yeah, that's my problem; it just won't click"

"are you trying to get out of this right now?"

"no, of course not" you said in a unconvincing tone.

"come on y/n it'll be fun"

"i don't know if i trust you enough to play a horror game with"

"what'd i do?" kazuha chuckled.

"you're a professional thrower; you'll probably lead me to my death" you replied.

"i would never"

"when we played that super bunny man game together you kept kicking me into oblivion"

"it wasn't on purpose" kazuha tried to defend herself.

"i swear you evilly laughed at one point" you said.

"i never did that"

you eventually got on the game after a lot of reassuring from kazuha that she would protect you.

you two went through the first floor with no problems and moved onto the second one quickly. but as soon as you stepped out of the elevator for the second floor, you already knew it wouldn't be as easy.

as you continued to wander around the place, you heard some noises and immediately found a spot to hide. kazuha was looking around for clues when she noticed you weren't beside her anymore.

"y/n where are you?" kazuha asked as she moved her character around the dark room.

"hiding" you replied.

kazuha busted out laughing when she saw your character crouched in a corner with your back facing her.

"get up, we have to find information about the ghost" she told you once she got done laughing.

"you can do that alone. i'll be fine in this corner." you moved your mouse from left to right, making your character shake its head.

"you'll be fine. i'll be right beside you" kazuha tried to coax you into coming out of your hiding place.

you turned around slowly, letting go of your crouch button before walking over to kazuha.

"i'm putting my trust in you"

you definitely shouldn't have because the first opportunity kazuha had she let you walk into a room first before closing the door behind you.

"literally locked me in a room and told me to figure it out myself" you sighed as you looked on the shelves for the item you were supposed to find.

"what's it looking like in there?" kazuha asked from outside of the room.

"just some books-" you stopped talking to let out a loud scream making kazuha bust out laughing.

you turned your character around and went to the door to try and open it, "kazuha get me the fuck out of here"

"did you find what we need?" she asked.

"no. but you better open this door right now before that motherfucker comes back"

"okay okay" kazuha said between laughs and opened the door before entering.

"you actually fucking set me up" you swung the item in your hand at kazuha's character.

"sorry sorry. it was worth"

"i bet it was" you rolled your eyes already thinking of ways for revenge in your head.

"should we go in that room?" you asked kazuha who agreed hesitantly.

"you go first" when you said that, kazuha's character looked back and forth between you and the door before shaking her head no. you laughed at the action.

"but you're closer; you might as well just go in right now" kazuha said.

"and risk you locking me in again, hell no"

"that was a one-time thing, i promise, and how do i know you won't do that to me"

"then you deserve it" you stated.

"i said sorry" kazuha pouted in response.

"i don't know why you wanted to play this game so bad; you're even worse than me"

"i like watching you get scared" kazuha admitted.

"of course you do" you decided to take one for the team and open the door before going inside, immediately looking behind you to make sure kazuha was following you and not locking you inside again.

kazuha followed you into the dark room looking down at the floor and closing her eyes to avoid any jumpscares. as she was doing that, the chat began spamming the chat that eunchae was in the room, but of course, she didn't see the warnings.

"hey zuha" eunchae walks into kazuha's scaring the absolute shit out of her as she screams and curls into her chair.

"eunchae!" kazuha moves her out of her face to give her a deadpanned look.

"y/n wanted me to check on you and make sure you're alright" eunchae replied through some laughter.

"well as you can see" kazuha gestured to herself and then the game on the screen, "i'm not"

once eunchae left the room still laughing, kazuha turned back around to face the screen again. "that was so messed up" kazuha told her chat.

"eunchae just came in my room and scared the shit out of me" kazuha told you once she calmed down.

"oh she did it; i need to see the clip!" you exclaimed.

"you set that up" kazuha looked at her camera in disbelief at your actions.

"you literally lead me to every single jumpscare. i think it was well deserved"

later on in the game, you and kazuha decided to focus on the actual purpose of the game, collecting items. you were following her mindlessly, trusting her completely since she seemed so confident about where the next item was.

"when you said you were taking me out on a date, i didn't think this is what you meant" you said as you nervously moved your character down the hallway.

"is this not romantic enough for you" kazuha joked.

user1 so we just gon' speed past that like y/n didn't just say what she just said

user2 they're going on actual dates. i was here!

once kazuha turned the corner, she let out a loud scream before turning back around and walking back toward you.

"kazuha is a literal dolphin when she screams" you mentioned to your chat.

"we gotta go" kazuha rushed out, sprinting away.

you said nothing following after her as she ran back to the start.

"what was it?" you asked once you returned to a safe place.

"the weird fucking stick thing" kazuha told you.

"oh okay" you nodded your head.

you two waited for the noises to stop before planning how you two would get the next item. after the plan was finalized, you waited a little before going back outside.

"i think we're good to go now" kazuha told you.

you opened the door first, taking a couple of steps out of the room before the creature jumped out of the vents right in front of you. the jumpscare made you jump away and off your chair, hitting a drink on your table on the way down, making a loud noise.

kazuha heard the whole thing happened, and once she sobered up from laughing, she immediately worried for you.

"y/n are you okay?" you groaned as you tried to recover from the jumpscare and your desk breaking.

"y/n...?" she repeated.

"i hate this game" you mumbled into your mic.

"are you okay?" she asked once you responded.

"i spilled my drink on my keyboard; i hate it here"

once you finally recovered, you grabbed some cleaning supplies to clean up your desk and keyboard. after you finished, you closed the game with the excuse that it closed while cleaning the keyboard.

"so that seems like enough for tonight" you tried to end as you sat back down.

"we go again tomorrow"

"you can go again tomorrow. i will be playing a peaceful game tomorrow" you said.

"i'll make you play a horror game again someday" kazuha said.

"yeah totally" you agreed while shaking your head at the camera.

"i'll call you later though" kazuha told you.

"today or...?"

"tonight"

"oh-okay, talk later" you shyly said before leaving the call.

user1 Y/N JUST GOT SO SHY KEKW

user2 I'VE NEVER SEEN U LIKE THIS 😭

"anyways..." you tried to change the topic before chat said more, "i will never in my life confide to peer pressure ever again, especially from chat"

user1 so horror game tmrw right?

"hell no i'm never playing anything remotely horror ever again"

"stardew valley sounds nice"

user HORROR HORROR HORROR

k_a_z_u_h_a__ HORROR HORROR HORROR

"aren't you streaming? get out of here"

k_a_z_u_h_a__ i ended already

"and i'm trying to do the same thing so stop encouraging my chat to be like you"

k_a_z_u_h_a__ give the ppl what they want!

"i don't even know why you wanna play more; you screamed louder and more than me" you said.

k_a_z_u_h_a__ i wanna watch u play

"you can watch me play any other game. why does it have to be horror?"

k_a_z_u_h_a__ more fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"i'm not putting myself through more trauma for your entertainment"

k_a_z_u_h_a__ but the content...

"no. i'm getting off now so no more suggestions"

"anyways, i'm ending now! i'll be streaming tomorrow with some friends so I'll see yall then!" you waved bye to the stream before ending it.

ALL CHAPTERS !!! | NEXT CH !!!

long-awaited update. my only excuse is college events & just college period 😭. i'll try & update more often now though!

[joesheistyy]

Engaged

I had a request for some smut so here you go <3 I haven't written smut since probably 2016 or some shit so this very well may be cringe

Warning!!! Smut ahead!!

also I swear I had a better pic of him on one knee but I can't find it for the life of me

Joe had planned an amazing trip for the two of you. It had been a while since you two had been on vacation, especially since life had been so hectic since football season.

The two of you spent the week in Malibu with a house on a private beach. It was the best vacation anyone could ask for. Good food, gorgeous beach, and Joe’s company.

Most of your time was spent down on the beach tanning or in the water throwing a frisbee with Joe. He loved when you’d play games with him, but especially when you’d casually throw things with him. You sucked, but he didn’t care. You tried and that’s all that mattered.

The last few days of the trip approached, and Joe seemed to act a little more nervous as each day progressed. You didn’t think much of it considering the two of you are very routine oriented and a consecutive amount of days out of that routine would stress either of you out.

You were reading a book on the screened in porch when Joe came to join you.

“Hi baby, watchu doin?” He asked, leaning down to kiss you, then sit down next to you.

“Readin” you replied, closing the book on your finger to hold your place.

“How would you feel about dinner on the beach tonight?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in a cute manner.

“I think that would be really cute! Almost something out of my dreams,” you smiled as you set your bookmark to save your place. You looked over to Joe, seeing his blue eyes glisten in the evening light.

“Great, be ready by 7, I’ve got things to do!” Joe exclaimed with a giddy little wiggle. He loved to plan dates for you so this wasn’t out of the blue.

You headed up to the room to get changed after another 15 minutes on the porch. Joe was nowhere to be found, but this was the type of stuff he loved to do.

You put on your favorite white sundress and began to do your makeup. You had a feeling something like a proposal might happen, the timing was perfect and all the pieces started to click together in your mind like a puzzle. You became giddy, so excited that time couldn’t go by any faster.

The idea of a proposal made you want to get your hair and makeup perfect. You did light and delicate makeup and curled your hair to form soft waves. You were giddy looking at yourself in the mirror, all aspects of the outfit put together.

"Y/n, where are you?" Joe called out from the downstairs of the house.

"Bathroom, I'm on my way down now!" You replied back in a voice loud enough to reach the downstairs of the house.

You made your way downstairs, meeting Joe in the living room. He looked so hot in his khaki shorts and light blue button down. His hair was fluffy and swoopy.

"You look gorgeous babe," he said, pulling you into a hug. You could sense that he was nervous but he didn't want to show it.

"And you look so handsome," you said, getting up on your tiptoes to leave a kiss on his chin.

"Let's go, I'm so excited to show you what I've planned," Joe leads you out the back door toward your private beach.

Your jaw drops at the sight of a candle lit picnic dinner by the ocean.

You follow Joe down the beach, trying to hide your excitement. The more you noticed, the more you expected to get engaged. One you saw the expensive bottle of champagne, you had a feeling of what was about to go down.

Joe stops just before the beach blanket he had laid out, wrapping his arm around your back as you both look off into the ocean.

"This is gorgeous, Joey. What a great surprise," You gushed, smiling up at him.

"Turn around babe, I have another surprise for you," you followed his orders, turning around like he said to.

"Y/n, turn back around," he said with wavering in his voice.

When you turn around, Joe is down on one knee with a gorgeous diamond ring in a velvet blue box. Your hands shot up to cover your mouth in shock, tears immediately filling your eyes.

"Y/n, I love you so much, and all I want is you, for the rest of my life. I want to carry on this life with you and only you. Will you marry me?" Joe asked with tears in his own eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes!!" You cheered and leaned down to hug him while he was still on his knee. When he stood up, he slid the gorgeous ring on your finger, you staring at it in awe. He did damn good with his ring designing.

"Oh my god Joey I love you so much," you cried into his shoulder as he picked you up and spun you around. Upon setting you down, your lips crashed together, your arms snaking around his neck and his staying around your waist.

"I love you, y/n, and I can't wait to marry you," He whispered and kissed you again.

"I just hope you got a photographer for this moment," you laughed at him, he smiled knowing that was the biggest factor for your engagement.

"I did, babe. Don't worry," he reassured you, pointing to the balcony of the house you were staying in.

"Let's open this baby," Joe cheered, reaching down for the Champagne bottle.

You both put your hands around it, popping the cork toward the house. You were one to keep champagne corks.

The photographer continued to take pictures as you two ate your dinner in the candlelight.

Upon dinner being finished, you crawled over to Joe's arms, sitting between his legs and playing with his fingers. You two carried on sweet conversation about how excited you both were. It was your dream engagement and you were both so excited to spend the rest of your lives together.

After the sun had set and the moon lit the ocean, you two headed inside, in a romantic trance.

Joe picked you up and carried you into the house bridal style. He joked that he had to get his practice in.

He carried you up to the bedroom where you found a new pair of cozy pajamas that said wifey. You smiled, grabbing them and taking them to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

After you were ready for bed, you found Joe laying in the bed in just his boxers. That sight was so attractive, even though you had been seeing that all week. Something about being engaged lit a fire in the pit of your stomach.

You climbed on top of Joe, straddling over his crotch. He smiled at you, wrapping his hands around your waist. You leaned down to kiss him, hands feeling up and down his chest. You felt him grow in his pants, ready for action.

After making out for what felt like an hour, Joe began to pull your top off. He sucked at your tits, leaving hickies in spots that wouldn’t be seen in a bikini. You moaned into his touch, enjoying every moment.

“Turn over baby,” he whispered, flipping you onto your back. He took his boxers off, exposing his large erection. He pulled off your sleep shorts and panties, leaving you exposed to the world.

“You ready?” He asked, whispering into your ear. You nodded in response.

You let out a soft moan as he teased your entrance with his tip. His lips exploring your neck and collarbone. His breath fanned over your body as he tried to restrain himself from absolutely destroying you.

“Joey stop teasing, I need you,” you moaned as you pulled him closer, directing his erection to your entrance, eager to feel him inside you.

“Wanted to take it slow but I guess that’s not the case,” he mumbled seductively with a chuckle. You smiled in response as he held his rhythm. You were eating up the pillow princess time.

Once you had settled to his large size, he began to make a steady rhythm, causing your body to seize up in all the right ways.

“Mmm baby so good,” you moaned into his ear, sucking on his earlobe.

“I love you baby,” he panted out as his strokes quickened, approaching his climax.

You directed his hand toward your clit, needing more stimulation to quicken your orgasm. Joe obliged, using his thumb and pointer finger to dance over your clit, causing the pit inside of your stomach to grow.

You could see that Joe was about to unfold. Normally, you didn’t like him finishing inside you, but this was different. You were engaged now, and hell, he can afford a PlanB.

Your body tensed up as you felt that familiar pit in your stomach, approaching your orgasm. Joe kept thrusting and his pace quickened.

You both unleashed your orgasms, ones that had built up for a while. Joe let loose inside of you, making sure to lean down into your hear and repeat how much he loved you over and over.

After you both rode out your highs, Joe laid back down next to you, pulling you close. Your breathing patterns resulted back to normal, and you both smiled in contentment.

"I love you so much, future Mrs. Burrow," he smiled and kissed you once again.

"I love you so much more, future Mr. Burrow, husband of y/n Burrow," you kissed him again.

After a short bit of post-sex snuggles, you both put your clothes back on and got back in bed, ready for sleep. Being in the sun all day was exhausting enough as is, but all the events from the day wore the both of you out.

[defensivelee]

what if six lives! mary had tumblr

yeah what if. that would be crazy lol

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🗝️ cross-marked-angel

daddy finally fucked off 🥳 pls wish him a good trip. i'm going live in ten

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

does @raccoongirlbush want to join.. the stream always makes more when we pretend to kiss 💛 i PROMISE i'll take you out later with the extra dono money, wear something nice!!!!

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o7

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anne i swear to lo!!! ok whatever click here to join the stream, i look forward to seeing all of you there~

#streams #i'm just kidding ily anne... #please accept dinner as my humble apology #i'll peg you later <3 #wait how many followers do i have on here again?

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🧡 menhera-prince-unlimited Follow

We're all seeing this, right? The fucking election results? I feel so bad for Rersetia, getting stuck with an Ally governor who does nothing but fear-monger and whine about the Overlifers-- all bark and no bite, that one. Unfortunately, woke little brats who don't know any better will flock to this one and decide it's a great victory instead.

I think I know what the next podcast episode will be about. It's about time we get the Allies to step down-- power doesn't mean competence. There are better people, with horns and tails, nothing but pure devil blood running through their veins, waiting for their chance out there, but when will Altos Diablos realize that?

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william please

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hans omg i forgot you followed me here haiiii ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

#hanni tag

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🤍 vitamarkedheart Follow

just seen the UGLIEST girl omg

🤍 vitamarkedheart Follow

bitches still go out like this.

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wear green stockings or don't show your legs at all, fucking cow lol

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

on it bossman 🤍💚

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wasn't talking to you. but can you dox that girl for me

#and then stop stalking my blog thank you #i love you princess <3 but get out #you are such a creep

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🦝 raccoongirlbush Follow

when is @/menhera-prince-unlimited going to come out with the Ally Bentinck sex tapes like we all know what he's hiding

#ally bentinck #religious posts #horny posts

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my girl got me a new collar :3 gonna post a pic later on the alt, horny timezone bitches are gonna have to wait

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🌠 lord-marlborough-official Follow

Please be normal about seeing James Stewart and I together tonight. For the last time, honestly...!

🌠 lord-marlborough-official Follow

Even just allegations of abuse can ruin a person's life, literally fuck off with that. You all think you know everything.

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

you fucking wish it was just allegations lol

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I thought I blocked you, did you make another account?

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

hehehe <3 you're amazing at changing the subject... it's why he loves you 💚

🌠 lord-marlborough-official Follow

High again? @vitamarkedheart can you come deal with her now?

#sorry about this lol #don't believe them for a second #or her for that matter #marly reblogs

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💌 idolofthedevils Follow

HELLO Everyone I must Tell You NOW!!!!11 That none other than Next Month, Devils Willing,,, I will have a NEW FEATURE (๑>◡<๑) for the Pup Hoods that you all so Adore very very Very very much~ for the first time Everrrr <3 now you shall ALLLL have the option to pay for ☆Custom☆ Pup Hoods up on the site, at the LOW low Low price of an extra Twenty Guilders ♡ ～('▽^人) and nouuu Additional Wait :3 doesn't that sound great n amazing n Everything you ever wanted???? Stop moping around, Get it up, let me see you all Happy now ( ◡‿◡ ) you weird Furries with Fursonas may join in the Celebrations naowwwww~

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🫁 nassauphilia Follow

sometimes I miss the feeling of knowing that at least death is a certainty

🗝️ cross-marked-angel

it can still be one 😘

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is that supposed to be comforting or a threat??

#and how did u find my vent blog

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hot take, maybe, but I think they should bring back teaching Messianic in schools. you can't take children to a museum and expect them to be moved at the valiance of the devils when they don't know what the angels wanted.

#i don't remember who taught it to me but i am eternally grateful #maria.txt

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