#tempted to join out of pure desperation

[liamthemailman]

Hi Liam!  (⌒‿⌒) for the ask game: 🧡 and 🔮 ^^

ヾ(^▽^*))) HIYA!!! Thanks for the ask!!

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

I don't like pink. specifically hot pink... im not sure why but the colours make me want to rip my eyes out and it kinda hurts to look at... i know this sounds crazy but i just really don't like hot pink range. _(:з)∠)_

🔮 What’s your dream job?

not exactly sure.. i'm torn between wanting to be a film crew but i also want to be a storyboard artist/illustrator/any job that will let me draw. i love the chaos of being on set but i also love being able to let me do my hobby as a job. both are my passions but there's pros and cons on each side

[sunniepoo]

thinking about mean stepbro!rafe catching his cute little stepsis humping away at her pillow late into the night when everyone’s asleep ⋆ටᆼට⋆

that night was ingrained in the back of rafe’s head as if some twisted fairy carved the image of you rutting helplessly into your pillow within the crevices of his brain

it was all by complete chance. the night’s breeze gushed through the older cameron’s window awakening him to the seasonable hot hours of darkness- he couldn’t even remember what caused him to leave bed; water? needing to use the bathroom?

all that clouded his twisted mind, was walking past your room; his sweet, pure minded step sisters room. the soft little pants and uh uh’s that left your mouth filled the silent air. he almost couldn’t believe it, it felt like some perverse wet dream that centred around your poor, naive self

his body moved before his mind, his hand gently creeping up against the door, softly pulling it open- cautious to making no noise to alert his presence. it was art; the sight of seeing you move vigorously against a spare pillow, your hips rocking back and forth as your back arched back, your hands travelling up to pull and squeeze at your clothed tits, your mouth agape as the sinful sounds of pleasure leave your mouth

but the true beauty of it all was when his eyes fell down to your bare pussy, all red and puffy from the constant stimulation. you were so so so wet, you poor thing must have been so achey, so desperate

he would be lying if he said he wasn’t tempted, there was nothing he wanted more than to barge in and pound that pretty pussy till you couldn’t even remember your own name - but he settled, hiding in the darkness, watching you work at your pillow late into the night. he found his hand travelling down beneath the band of his sweatpants, palming away at his hardon, small pants of pleasure escaping his mouth

you paid no notice to your surroundings completely oblivious to the shadow of the large figure behind your door until you stopped

fuck! had you seen him? has he been caught?

depsite the danger of being caught, rafe’s head peered further inside and god he nearly came at the sight.it was heavenly,the way you took of your corset like top, tits spilling out in an almost pornographic like manner. one of your small hand gliding up your stomach, eventually to come pull and twist at your cute little nipples while the other goes down to rub at your already sensitive pussy

the loud moan that left your mouth went straight to his throbbing cock, dying to be let free and make itself home in your tight cunt. he rushed to pull down his pants and boxers, freeing his large length as his hands fist around it, moving up and down at the same pace you rocked against the pillow

his mind couldn’t help but wander what if it was him underneath you instead of the pillow, the zip of his jeans catching against your sore clit just as the edges of the pillow did when you rocked forward and when you rocked back it was the friction against his bulge rather than the fluff of the pillow

he could hear that you were getting closer, your whines becoming higher as you rocked faster and faster, your hand rubbing roughly against your mound prompting him to move his fist faster up and down the length of his cock, leaking with pre cum

a soft series of curses left your mouth as you went into total bliss, hands gripping the side of your bedside table,mouth agape while a high pitched wine left your mouth and as if it was a cue for the tall blonde, he spilled out across the palm of his hand

he wondered if you ever heard the joined pants of the aftermath of both of your highs. he watched you collapse down into the warmth of your bed, the lengths of your hair stuck against your sweaty body as you breathe out, softly panting

god he wishes he could have stayed and watched your pretty pussy throb and clench around nothing but he knew he had pushed his luck already. the images of you and your little cunt plagued his mind as he fell asleep

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the morning after was a blur for you; the early morning rays of sun kissing your skin, waking you up to the quiet twitter of the birds. it was early - way too early for anyone to be up, maybe ward but that seemed unlikely since he had no buisness to attend to roday

so when you went downstairs in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra covered by a thin dressing gown, the last person you expected to see was rafe cameron, the older boy resting his lower back against the counter, mindlessly scrolling on his phone

there was something magnetic about him - the dark blue in his eyes carrying a deep mystery. despite his typical mean,brooding state - barely sparing anyone around him more than a glance, you were always so drawn to him - his roughness; it only made your mind wonder to places they definitely shouldn’t be going, especially not about your brother

his hands; so rough and calloused, always adorned with the familiar gold cameron ring gifted by his father. you’d thought about them more often than you’d like to admit, what’d be like to hold them - intertwining them within yours. you wondered how’d they’d feel inside you, fitting in you so snug - reaching places inside you that you could only imagine of. the thought of them wrapped tightly around your neck, his fingers inside your mouth, making their way down your thro-

“your up early, must’ve slept good” you look up at him, realising you’d been staring intently at the lengths of his fingers, his voice was husky signalling he must’ve just gotten up aswell

you didn’t miss the subtle smirk as he uttered out the end of his sentence. weird you thought but didn’t pay it much thought, rafe is rafe. “yeah i guess-” you sigh out, hands softly grazing against the edge of the counter as you moved slightly closer “i mean i went to bed pretty late but it’s fine”

“yeah?” it was hard to miss his teasing tone, you couldn’t help but look down at the ground - feeling small in his presence “and why did you go to bed so late” the sudden shift in position nearly startles you, with rafe’s tall figure looming over you, standing impossibly close. you could feel his minty breath coming slowly closer and closer, making your pussy clench around air

you couldn’t help but take in his appearance, wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxers which did nothing to hide his quite obvious boner poking at the front of your thigh, hair tussled above the icy blue in his eyes

“just on-” the quiver in your voice only seemed to push him closer “on my ph- phone” you ramble out, hoping this conversation would be over soon enough

and just as he goes to speak, the voice of ward and rose waking up could be heard from downstairs, thank god- but it doesn’t stop him from shifting closer, leaning down to your ear “ well get to bed earlier-” he drawls out, voice unusually soft and gentle “f’me kay” he begins to leave but not before placing a sticky kiss on the bottom of your cheek, hands resting dangerously low on your back but quickly glide off at the arrival of the rest of the family, as he rushes his way upstairs

you stood there hot and bothered and all that rested in your mind was the excitement of straddling your pillow tonight hoping it was him;your mean older step brother

[belphegorey]

⌜power, asmodeus⌟ his long wait had only caused him to need more ships ⎯⎯ asmodeus x afab!reader tropes ⎯⎯ vaginal sex, masturbation [asmo], unprotected sex, biting, slight nipple play, praise, pact marks, simp asmo who is poly, i haven't slept so errors im assuming

The Avatar of Lust was many things; beautiful, seductive, caring… but he was not desperate. The very word was an insult to his very character. Desperate. He was not greed, he was certainly not envy — Asmodeus was pure lust. 

Others with his need may resign to the fate of need, but not him. Never him. Asmodeus could have anyone throughout the entire Devildom should he choose, all it would take was a smile and wave of his fingers. They were the ones desperate for him. Never the other way around. 

Until you. Pesky, gorgeous, witty you. Someone with patience high enough to tolerate Mammon, someone with care enough to forgive Belphegor… someone completely unattainable. Since he had met you, Asmodeus knew that you were someone he wanted. Another person that he could entertain himself with whenever the feeling hit (a constant emotion) and someone he could enjoy spa days with. 

But — nothing! He was granted nothing. Your joined spa days always ended with your declining if a shared bath. The shared meals never involved you licking his fingers of sweet dessert. The days wandering together through RAD didn’t include misadventures of exploring one another in abandoned rooms. 

Had it been anyone else, Asmodeus would have won. He would have awarded himself the pleasure of his victory. But not with you. You rejected his every advancement, danced with his flirting and ignored the growing need he felt with every passing day. His head was heavy. What was he to do? He craved you, the taste of your sweet skin below him as he gorged on the sin you allured. 

None of the others he sought out satiated the carnal need. The succubi he would tempt never held the same shine in their eyes that you had. The moans of each demon he fucked were not the exact right pitch. 

Asmodeus was desperate. He had long since given up on attempting to replace you. It only made him need you more. He laid alone in his canopy bed, curtains pulled taught in bows and the lights dim. The air was sickly hot on his body, he felt the sweat glisten down his naked skin. 

The fire of his lust burned hot within him. All day, the longest day he could recall, Asmodeus had tasted the delicious taste that was your need. Leftover remnants from your nightly adventures with… not him. All his brothers had found you, had taken you, had gorged themselves on your love. It would not bother him, it should not be, but the agony he felt was overwhelming. 

Weeks. He had survived weeks of being deprived of sex. And the only thing he was gifted were the crumbs of his brothers that radiated in your form. Why did they get to feel you first? They could never treat you correctly. Asmodeus was the ultimate personification of lust. No one could topple his throne. 

Yet, even if he had just been given an invitation to watch, he would have agreed with complete eagerness. An invitation to join in would have been a glorious dream. And still there was nothing! Not even a footnote for dear Asmodeus. 

He licked his lips. Even the crumbs of your lust were a delicacy. Still, he could smell your arousal through the home, even when his bedroom had never been granted the proper treatment, he could feel it around him. 

Downstairs, most likely in your own bedroom, but not alone. Asmodeus could recall the previous week when he had stayed in your bed with you for the night. Just sleeping. Yet, tonight it was… Lucifer… in your chambers with you. The musky scent that was the eldest’s lust wafted around with your lingering desire. 

Asmodeus closed his eyes and moaned as he cascades his hand down his stomach. He allowed himself the fantasy. You and he, tangled together in your cute little bed, watched by the envious Lucifer.

No. No, he needed you alone. He had been tortured enough, he could show off your pleasure in repeating days. Your scent was growing, the scent that was once turning weak shone bright. Asmodeus bit his lip and ran a finger along the slit of his erection. How mortifying. Self-gratification was not something he did. Why masturbate when he could instead have sex?

It would do. The weakness in his veins from his sudden abstinence could not continue. The beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as Asmodeus bucked into the grip of his hand. Desperation. Envy. Need. It was as though he was Leviathan, but even he had been able to taste you. 

He fantasised you on top of him. Thighs around his hips, bare cunt pressed to his erection and leaking with the desire he could smell. You would be so worried, just as you had been all day about his state of wellness (the missed skin care routine had been an obvious sign, he assumed) and you would treat him with such care. Your hands, nice and cold, along his face and caressing him while he leaned in to the touch. 

Even though Asmodeus would feign a worse state of weakness, you would allow him. You would sigh and giggle at his flirting and whimper at the twitching of his erection against you. “Just your touch is healing me, my love,” before a false cough that would make you pout. Your sweet kiss would follow, something he had only felt once before. 

He still fondly dreamed of the kiss, even though the moment was bittersweet. A goodbye. He had been so scared he would never see you again. The months that followed, with you missing from the Devildom, were torturous. More torturous than knowing you were with his brothers not him. 

Asmodeus rubbed the head of his cock with a whimper. Oh, how he craved you. The darling flower that tantalised his garden. The one who he was unable to charm. The beauty to compliment his own. His erection twitched in his palm, slick precum slipping between. 

You would look even more magnificent with the very cum glistening on your face. Others could not smell the desire as well as he, the would need the visual reminder. It was not that you were his alone, but it was best they had knowledge of your favourite demon to fuck. The one you loved most. Him. 

Perhaps he was greedy for you. Asmodeus felt himself shiver in excitement just at the idea of getting to say you were his. Both if you would be shared, but, just like the previous week, it was only you who would share his bed at nights. 

You were moving. Upstairs now, far closer to his bedroom. He could smell you better now. The intricacies, no longer clouded by the musk of Lucifer, was overwhelming his senses. His body gyrated just at the taste in his tongue. So unfiltered, raw, carnal. Unlike anything else he had tried. The strength… you must have completely drenched the underwear you wore. Better yet, there was nothing and all the need was slipping down your thighs.

He was sure that even his brothers would be able to feel the sin along your aura. It was that magnificently strong. He moaned into his hazy room, you were such a powerful sorcerer and yet you were still so soft with the world. Your gentle hands could lock him in place with a single wave, your lips could command him with ease, and yet you preferred to do neither. Such calmness to control the ocean of power. 

You walked up to his room, he could sense your feet pause before his door. Was it… him you finally wanted to see? Asmodeus nearly lost control just at the idea. Pearly white droplets spilled into his stomach, only a few to glitter his skin like stars in the sky. Still you hadn’t moved — it was torture on his mind. 

Did you want to tell him off for letting himself weaken?

Did you want to punish him for being so selfish?

Did you want to take care of him?

Did you finally wanted to touch him like he needed to touch you?

Asmodeus fisted the duvet beneath his sticky skin, using the closed grip of his hand on his cock as a fleshlight. He hadn’t the strength to collect his actual toys from the collection across his room. Already, he felt the beginning sparks of rejuvenation across his chest. Your sweet desire was the key. His blood was boiling and his inferno raged on. 

“Asmo?” Just the sound of your voice had him groaning. No one could mimic it. Not even the best of shapeshifting demons could. You slipped into his room without hesitation, closing the door behind you. 

A sweet gazelle entering the den of a lion. Asmodeus was almost scared for you, but the undeniable pleasure that came from you just being near him triumphed. He grew giddy, blessing his face with a sweet smile despite how his hips continued to gyrate. 

“My love,” his voice was raspy, Asmodeus frowned due to it. There was none of his usual lilt, the airy joy he spoke with. He was sure that even his talent in seductive speech craft would suffer, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

He couldn’t stop himself from continuing. Even as you walked closer and your face illuminated in the sun candlelight around him. The sparkle in your eyes made his heart burn and his spine shiver. Each moment you gazed down at him, Asmodeus felt the tingle of his love burn down his skin. The sounds were so beautiful. Each wet thrust of his cock into his fist, now gazed upon by your beauty, glee flourished within him. 

You weren’t questioning him. It was not the first time you’d walked in on one of them masturbating. He could still remember the adorable blush on Leviathan’s cheeks the morning after you had interrupted him. But he was not so shy. Asmodeus would never be embarrassed by something as beautiful as sex — as lust. 

“Can I…” a cute pause entered your speech as you admired him once more. He felt so proud, so loved, it was as though your sweet worship was being played before his throne. He let his eyes fall shut under your eyes, blissfully moaning as he followed the pleasure within him. 

When your soft, cool, hand cupped his cheek, Asmodeus only whimpered louder. He knew, he knew, that you would be the glorious treatment to his burning need. There was a dip in the bed, his body leaned to follow, but Asmodeus did not question you. Never. Whatever you desired, he would happily provide. 

He heard the sweet stammer in your tone, it made his heart melt in delight. Such sweet sin drifted from your pores and onto his lips. “… No, let me help.” Confidence. How beautiful. You straddled him, thighs pushing against his plush mattress and your wrist halting his hand. Asmodeus opened his eyes, almost in disbelief just so he could take in the glory above him. 

The sight would never be matched. It must be how those lower felt when gazing upon him. The candles around you both made an angelic glow. The cascade of your hair was the shadow of the lust between you. The sparkle in your eyes… they were stars he watched each night. “You want to help me, darling?”

You had listened to him — right atop his aching erection was the slick paradise he had wished for, completely free of underwear. The short nightgown you wore was nice and thin, your nipples were hard against the material. No wonder even Lucifer had fallen to your charm. There would be no one strong enough to survive. “I know you need it, love,” the words were mere whispers in the thick air between you. Your back arched straight as you rubbed yourself against him. Sweet wetness coated his dick, teasing him as he grew closer. “We both do.”

Asmodeus felt his eyes roll back. How long had it been since he lost control over grinding? It had never been his favourite act to play, not when there was so many he could use to entertain everyone. Yet, the will in your words and the delicious taste of your lust was convincing him of more. “I’ve needed you for a very long time.”

“As have I,” you lifted your crotch from his for only a moment, the healing hand positioning his dick for him. Such determination clouded your eyes, thick lust burning in glorious pink. The pact mark along your chest, above the heart he had longed for, matched in colour. It’s hue glowed through your gown and cast your face in beauty.

To know you wanted him. It nearly felt impossible. So many times had he offered you more, even grew close to begging, and you gave him nothing. A giggle, a light shove of his shoulder — at most a kiss on his cheek. Nothing to show him that his desire was returned. “My angel -“

“Silence, Asmodeus,” slowly he felt you take his tip. The Celestial Realm had no pleasure quite like yours. He was always happy for sex, always enjoyed it, but he was not prepared for this. It was different yet so familiar. His senses burned in the lust shared between you. “Let me take care of us both.”

He placed his hands on your body, groping at every nip of skin he could. His mouth was open, pleasure rocking his heart in the ocean of need. Weeks without sex had caused complete weakness in his body, and yet it was entirely worth it. 

Asmodeus would even do it again if it meant getting to have you all over again. 

Your hips dropped and met his, a short moan blessing his ears. All he could feel was the tingle of glory all around him. Overwhelming in how snug you were, how wet and eager you were. He watched your head fall back, the glow of his candles now brighter behind your beautiful shadow. 

“All I’ve been thinking about is you, Asmo,” his hands slipped up your torso. Even with that tug in his gut threatening his long pent-up release, Asmodeus took his time to dance his fingers along your skin. The sparkle of sweat beaded on your skin just as it did his own. A memento if the union you shared. When he found your breasts, he was no worse than Mammon in his greed. “You have no idea just how hard it’s been denying you.”

Asmodeus sat up, the tingle in his spine burned in a powerful roar. He felt stronger than he had in days. Weeks, even. His hair bounced along his forehead, baby hairs sticking just barely to him. The power of lust was powerful. Far more powerful than people gave him credit for. Lust was raw. It was pure passion. Passion that Asmodeus wanted to shower you in for a millennia. 

His lips found your nipples over the thin gown. Your sweet gasp was everything, the burning pink beneath only glowing brighter. You bounced on him, snug and warm as you taunted him further. Asmodeus retaliated with a roll of his thumb over your other nipple, grazing his teeth on the skin. He could feel the wings crack through his back, only slowly as his power refilled. 

“My demon,” your voice was a high lilt of pleasure as you rode him. Asmodeus moved with each bounce to push himself deeper. Each clench and whimper made his ego fly. The sweetest of giggles played between you, and he couldn’t stop from joining in. Though his shared giggle was muted against your breast, he could feel the way your heart sped. Such a similar effect you had on him. The honorary angel to his wicked demon. 

You moved like a succubus as you pushed him back down against the bed. His lips fell from your breast and dismay had him frown. Only for the sweet taste of your lips to slot against his. Slightly chapped, as delicious as the sin you created, and so perfectly you that Asmodeus moaned against you. 

He helped you bounce your hips, squeezing the swell of your ass that had taunted him for far too long. Every outfit you wore, each one he chose for you, never showcased it enough. You broke away to gasp at his hands, but Asmodeus chased your lips back to his own. 

So long. He had dreamed of your kiss for months. Years at this point. It was just as good as your cunt around him. It felt like power even flowed through the tangle of your sweet kiss. “Allow me the honour,” he whispered, hands making your hips move faster. 

Each movement was almost sloppy in its speed, though that was were the beauty came from. Sex was a work of art, and you were the finest painter he had found. The sweet symphony of your shared noises would haunt Asmodeus every moment he was gifted the opportunity to see you. The glow of the candles around you was a visage he could never forget. You — he could never forget. 

The press of your chest against his felt fantastic, your nipples almost rolling with each jump of your body. He could feel it, you were almost at the top of your peak. Asmodeus was almost fanatical as he moved you both. The chase was never his favourite part, but yet again he was questioning it all. 

Your body was just perfect on top of him. The squeeze of your cunt, the breathy way you moaned, and the warm gaze you watched him with… perfect. His thumb circled your clit, admiring how your body danced for him in response. Your lip wobbled as you pressed kisses to his collarbone, pleas whispered against him. 

And when it happened, Asmodeus felt rejuvenated in power and life. Your squeal was pitched high and almost silent from how you rubbed against his neck. Your body shuddered in his hands, warm cum slipping down his shaft. He let himself fall in tandem. His wings broke through the skin of his back as his cum spilled inside of you. Your name fell from his lips as he moaned in ecstasy, holding you closer than he had before. 

© belphegorey 2024 ⌜18+ banner from @/cafekitsune thank you <3⌟

also ⎯⎯ what happened between lucifer and you is that he walked in on you masturbating you dirty bitch [affectionate I love u mwah] and then said go check on asmo before running away also also ⎯⎯ i can’t remember if it’s canon or not but i do have this headcanon that asmo lowkey works similar to an incubus where he can deprive power from sex. it won’t kill him without but he is stronger when having sex/orgasmed 

[beefboyandbabygirl]

Shiver Me Timbers! (18+)

pairing: pirate captain!seungcheol x siren!reader

genre: fantasy au, smut, pure smut with a fair amount of plot imo (MNDI pls), a little angst at the end

description: as seungcheol's ship drags up the shore, you watch from afar, eyes on the prize

warnings: PIRATE DIRTY TALK HELP, SLIGHT DUBCON bc hes u know a little under her spell, unrealistic ass transformation from fish 2 person, desperation, big dumb whiny cheol, bottom!cheol, kinda switch!reader, teasing, tiddie play, tiddie sucking, fairly graphic character death (drowning), seungcheol fucks yn like a ragdoll hihi, hes still bottom here tho, yn just has her tiddies OUT #progressive #2023

quotes from my proofreader: "I WAS WET!!", "he is soooo silly and sexy"

wordcount: 3.0k

“Anchor comin’ down!” 

“Aye!” 

There’s a mighty splash when the rusty anchor collides with the surface of the water. The chain clinks as it plummets, until it’s kicking up a storm on the sandy seafloor and the ship is safely secured. The Barbaric Seventeen is rocking like a mother rocks her young, gently swinging from the onslaught of waves from the North. 

“Another safe map-navigation performed by the great Woozi!” Seungcheol speaks from where he’s perched on the head of the ship, one knee bent to sit his foot atop the wooden railing. He’s half bathed in sunlight, hot from the scorching sun over the endless sea. The shipmates clap and cheer, the odd clunk joining the cacophony from the members with missing hands. “Now go!” he commands, “Go find me my treasure, boys! It shan’t be much of a challenge for ye’s anyway!” 

“Ye’s not comin’, Captain?” Mingyu calls from where the lot of them are crowding the planked deck, eyes squinted to stare at his silhouette in the sun. Seungcheol’s hat rustles as he shakes his head. “Naye, brother Mingyu. Today I will guard the Barbaric Seventeen,” he answers and pats the wooden railing like a dog.

The crewmates bugger off, one large group padding along the coast with their hooks and their scars and their swords in their belts. 

“Don’t be tempted by pretty ladies out here, brother Jun!” Seokmin advises, gloomily. “There be sirens in these waters!” 

“Don’t scare the kid, brother Seokmin,” Wonwoo snaps, standing on the other side of Jun, who looks at the two of them, lost and a little scared. “Sirens aren’t real.” 

“Tell that to Jeremy!” Seokmin retorts, “RIP.” And then their voices are fading into the distance.

Seungcheol hardly notices their conversation, as he’s placed himself on a gathering of finely-churned sand, squinting into the sun-lit sea from the shadow of his Captain’s hat. His jacket, much too warm for the every beating rays above, has been discarded beside him, and now his chest peeks through a thin, muddied white shirt. Forever enchanted by the gentle breathing, the rise and fall of the sea, he’s quick to see you. 

At first it’s simply a diamond-glisten under the surface of the water - Seungcheol knew the shine of gems, knew the way they reflected and captured the light - he half-sits up, biceps flexing as he peers in. Then, he catches the movement of something long and blue and scaly. The coasting water kisses his bare feet. 

You’re smiling in the water, long, flowing hair like seaweed in the ever-turning tides. You’d spotted the ship miles back, and had followed discreetly under it. Now there’s a man alone on the shore, and you’re splashing your tail teasingly above the surface of the water, soft, rhythmic taps, beckoning him closer. Then you open your mouth and begin to sing.

Seungcheol’s stumbling to his knees, crawling on the sand. There’s a beautiful, intoxicating hum coming from the seafloor and he must, he must hear it for himself. Crawling until the water is reaching his chest, you finally strike. 

Your head bursts from the water, splashing salty liquid onto the man, who’s gaping at the soft tunes from your ruby lips. You’re pushing your sopping hair back, eyes falling on him, sitting back on his knees now. You giggle, humming gently, when you lean into him. His eyes catch a diamond around your neck - the one he’d seen under the sloping water.

You’re the most beautiful woman - woman? - he’s even seen, and your chest is bare and glistening wet in the sunlight, and your cheeks are red and eyes sly. You’re leaning into him, hand brushing over his sculpted chest, poorly hidden from the soaked shirt, and you smell like the sea - you smell like home. 

“Hi there,” you giggle, biting your lip at him. He’s so befuddled by you, he lets out a strangled moan at just the sight of you, before he’s recollecting himself.

“Hi,” he breathes, awestruck. He’s almost cute, you think, hip jutting into the wet sand beneath you. His eyes - unfortunately - sway downwards to your tail, and his eyebrows are furrowing. Wait a minute, he thinks, was this not what Seokmin was just talking about? “What are ye’s?” he asks, because something in his body is oozing fear, filling him like water cascades into a drowning man, and the spell is broken. 

For an instant. 

You see it immediately, the way the adoration leaves his eyes, and something reminiscent of disgust overtakes him at your fishy parts. Thinking fast, you grab his bigger hand in your own and press it to your chest. “Oh,” he breathes, flushing, and he’s looking at your chest, and the way it expands when you heave a breath to sing for him. 

A song flows from your lungs and dances in circles around Seungcheol’s head. He can’t even remember what he was thinking about before, just feels his dick harden in his pants. Dazed and confused, the only thing grounding him is his hand, frozen on your chest and covered by your own. You smile, because he’s opening up to you like the shell of a clam.

“I’m a mermaid, silly. Don’t you want to touch me?” you whisper teasingly, emphasizing by shaking your chest and letting your tits jiggle right in front of him. He whimpers and nods, and you eye the hard-on in his lap, big and stretching the fabric of the pants to their limit. You look around, eyes catching the rock-quarry at the end of the beach, but seeing no one nearby. Then, you clumsily stretch yourself from your heavy, heavy tail, hand fondling him through the fabric. “You gotta pull me up,” you command, voice strained from the movement, and humid breath hitting his lips. He’s hissing and bucking into your hand, unable to comprehend your request.

“What?” he whines, panting and looking at your lips. Your tail is heavy as an anchor when on land, and the position is killing your back, so squeeze his chin between your fingers and grit your teeth at him. “Pull me onto land.” 

He’s nodding dumbly and without even an ounce of effort, he grabs you by your waist and pushes the two of you onto dry sand. You’re immediately covered in a salve of small sand particles and moaning, really moaning, because this man is so big and strong, but so dumb, he had no trouble lifting you all the way onto land. 

As soon as you’re out of the water, the diamond around your neck is glowing, turning hot against your collarbones, and Seungcheol is groaning, squeezing his eyes shut and holding a hand to shield himself from its intensity. 

It stops, he sees the back of his eyelids darken and peeks open one eye, unable to help the little gasp that escapes him. You’re lying on your stomach in front of him and your tail is gone, replaced with soft human legs. Without a thought, he reaches over to touch the skin of your slippery wet new legs. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression, when his hand glides up from your thigh and squeezes your ass. 

“You like it?” you chirp, and he chuckles breathlessly. “Aye.” 

You push at him, crawling into his lap, all naked and soft and ready for him, hands on his chest, soothing the muscles. “That’s why we needed to be on land, silly.” You smile at him, sitting completely still in his lap, where your pussy is pressed into his crotch, and you’re nonchalantly, he feels foolish for being so beet-faced and nervous. “Well?” you begin, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “take off your clothes, dumbo!” 

At your whim, he’s scrambling underneath you, shirt practically ripping, as he tears it off. His chest is so, so pretty - pale and defined and expanding into your hands. You watch him struggle with a fond smile, as you sit completely still on his crotch, even when he’s pulling his pants off. Your weight makes it damn near impossible to shimmy off. He doesn’t dare tell you to move though. Seungcheol feels like the luckiest man in the world, because your pussy is leaking onto his pants. Miraculously, he escapes the garments, and he looks up at you with a proud grin, as if he’d passed some sort of test.

“You did so well,” you coo, hand caressing his cheek and eyes shining in adoration when he nuzzles into your hand. Then your gaze drops. His cock is fucking huge and fucking red and pouring precum from the tip, oozing like blood from wound. “Let me reward you,” you whisper, satisfied when he whines and nods.

You press your thighs into his, hard, so he’s spreading his legs, a sprawled out starfish on a quarry-rock. You see his stomach tense at that, and he’s groaning. “Please, please, please.” 

“Y/n. Grab my boobs.”

His hands find your tits immediately at your request, thumbs pressing into the areolas.

“Please, please, please, Y/n!” he’s yelling because it’s torture, and he’s throwing his head back to call out to God. But you’re the mightiest being present, and you push yourself up to teasingly run his cock through your folds, over and over, humming to the melody of your sticky pussy kissing his cock. “Please,” he cries. 

“I don’t know,” you hum, rubbing yourself carelessly against his achingly hard cock. “I kind of like just this? Don’t you like this?” 

“In, in, in!” he’s sobbing, arms flexing where they’re stretched out to hold your soft mounds, clinging to them for dear life. “Oh,” your voice is laced with fake sympathy, “Oh, you want in?” 

“Please,” he gasps. You shrug in compliance, “Okay.” 

Finally you pause your grinding, stopping his cock at once when you feel it, the sticky head of it creating tension at your slit. You sink down. Then you stop. The head of his cock is nuzzled in your warmth  and you’re flexing your thighs to keep yourself on top of him. 

“No, no, no!” he cries, bucking his hips upwards and shaking from the frustration, when your hand pushes his abdomen down. You pout: “I thought this was what you wanted? Are you not in?” 

Usually, you can get away with fucking around with men in this manner, but it seems this time you’ve thoroughly miscalculated: In what felt like a split second, Seungcheol sits upright and removes his hands from your chest, anchoring them on your hips and bouncing you.

He’s pushing you down on his cock, and this time you’re the one crying out, utterly taken aback when, with seemingly no effort at all, he lifts your entire body weight and slams you down again. 

He’s grunting and panting, completely enchanted by your body and your pretty moans. He grunts at the way your perfect pussy chokes his cock. You’re no better. You’ve lost all control of the situation, slipping into a cockdrunk haze and crying out again and again at the way his tip kisses your cervix. 

“Beautiful, such a pretty girl, aye? Squeezin’ me cock so tight,” he grunts, and all you can do is cry, burying your head in the crook of his neck and kissing it feebly. “Mhm, ye better treat me nice next time? Hmm?” His voice is deep and baritone against the shell of your ear. 

Your clit is like the x’ed out treasure on one of Seungcheol’s maps, when he snakes his hand down your soft body to rub it in messy circles. “Prettiest moans me ever heard. Say me name, sweetcheeks, say Seungcheol,” he commands and you can only comply, orgasm fizzing in your stomach at his constant onslaught. 

“Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol!” you chant as you cum, cunt squeezing his cock like you were trying to kill him. The image of your scrunched up, blissed out face and your pussy creaming on his shaft, has he himself cumming inside you, painting your walls with cum, white like seafoam. He’s rutting into you for a few last pumps, and crying into the valley of your breasts. Despite the sun burning into the skin of your back, you’re certain you see stars. 

You’re breathing each other in, foreheads pressed together as you recover and smelling the stench of salt and vigor. Seungcheol is still enchanted by you, your beauty, your voice, and he’s trying to capture your lips in a kiss, when you snap your head, almost startled, and peering out to a quarry of rocks at the end of the beach. Seungcheol is still feigning for your lips, thumbs rubbing circles in your waist, when he asks you: “Are ye okay? Ye hear sumthin?” 

“No,” you breathed, hesitantly ripping your eyes from the rock. You smile at him, and he leans in and you let him, but only for a peck. You’re pulling away, even when he chases your lips and whines. You giggle, suddenly slipping his dick out of you and laughing even harder when he bends over from the sensitivity. 

“Come back, Y/n,” he cries softly and you’re falling standing up in the sand, just in front of the water, beautiful and stark naked and glowing in the sun. “You come to me,” you tease, but without hesitation Seungcheol scrambles to his feet to follow after you. He stops when he’s standing right in front of you again, eyes big and soulful and full of so much love for you. “I’m here,” he announces in a whisper.

“Come with me into the sea, Seungcheol,” you pout and bite your lip at him. “I can’t be here.” 

“But-” 

“No! It’s not safe up here. I have to go back in the water,” you make big eyes and run a hand up his big, muscular arm. “But you can come with.. My necklace can turn you into a mermaid, too..”

“Really?” he whispers, grabbing your hands and squeezing tight, simply overjoyed. He’s too dazed from his orgasm to realize what you’re asking him to leave behind. All he wants is you. You intertwine your fingers with his. 

“Yeah,” you take a step back into the white foaming water, and once again your necklace begins glowing, so intense that Seungcheol once more has to close his eyes. 

When they open again you’re lying in the water, still mostly out of it, and your bottom half is gone, replaced by the glittering scaly tail he saw before. You were so plump, so pretty, the way your tits bunched up in the sand.

“Help me, Seungcheol, push me into the water again,” you request weakly, arms flexing as you try to unstuck yourself from the sand that grabs at your heavy tail. “When will you turn me into a mermaid?” he asks innocently, leaning down to help drag you, still stark naked and pale body glowing in the sun. “Just- just when I’m back in the water,” you mewl, strained.

When you stop feeling the seafloor drag against your sensitive tail, you tug Seungcheol to you harshly. He falls next to you, panicked. “H-Hey!” 

He’s only gone under the surface for a moment, before he bops his head over the water, black hair sticking to his forehead. Spitting out the salty liquid, pouting. “That was mean,” he complains, treading in the shallow water. You giggle, thriving in the cool slick of the sea, having missed the way the water hugs you, how it caresses and kisses and loves. That was why you needed to pay it back. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you pout. “C’mere. Let me make it up to you.”

Seungcheol paddles himself into you and you hold him into your chest, his nose and eyelashes prodding softly at your skin. You sigh when he begins licking at the smooth skin, hands pawing your waist. 

“It’s such a shame,” you frown, looking at how pretty he is, as his plump, pink lips mouth at your nipple, lashes long and pretty over his downturned eyes. He hums questioningly, not stopping his ministrations on your chest. One moment you’re gently pulling the wetted dark locks behind his ear; the next you’re fastening your arms around him, and kicking your tail.

You’re underwater. Seungcheol flinches at the initial movement, then begins thrashing in your arms, when he registers that you’re underwater. You’re ignoring how painful, how strong his hands are when he punches and wriggles in your hold, only swimming deeper, deeper, deeper. The sunlight above, fragmented from the waves surface of the water becomes sparser. 

He’s even paler in the dark. You see him perfectly clear, tugging and kicking. Maybe there’s even a small hope in his chest - a hope, that this is just a little joke, and that just a moment from now, you’ll grab him by the hand and pull him back to the surface. That moment doesn’t come. Everytime he tries to push himself up, your hand is there to keep him down. 

It feels like forever, and it’s more painful than any other time you’ve done it. He’s humming groans from the lack of air and when he finally gives out to gasp for air, he chokes out the most haunting noise you’ve ever heard, bubbles trailing up from his newly-dead corpse. Finally he’s still against your chest. You pull him away with a deep frown and see his face, fully relaxed now and drained of color. You hold onto him by his shoulders, hoping to memorize his face, hoping to remember him. 

Then you’re releasing him and he floats downwards, hair dragging upwards, almost as if reaching for you. 

He’s just another rock in the sand, you try to tell yourself, as his body is cast away to the deepest, darkest quarters of the ocean. But it doesn’t feel that way. As you swim away, humming your siren song and reverberating in the dark, bottomless depths, you can’t help but feel that this time, your victim was not just a sandcorn; he was a bright, shining pearl. 

[ozzy-boy]

What does an average day look like for Cole? Well...

-Cole wakes several minutes before your alarm is set to go off. He's gotten awfully good at that, ensuring he gets a few minutes to stare at your beautiful sleeping face before the world whisks you away from him.

-He trails the tips of his fingers through your hair, over your face, down your arm... Often pausing mid stroke to admire your features. If he happens to sneak a few small kisses while he's at it, then that's his little secret.

-He pretends to wake at the same time as you once the alarm starts to ring, smiling while your sleepy face scrunches from the noise. You mumble an apology for waking him up as usual, and he responds that he doesn't mind at all, as usual.

-Cole spend the next several minutes as he usually does: tempting you away from your duties to spend the day with him in bed. He kisses you, trails his hands over your body, whispering promises of love and desire, trying to convince you to give in. He's the devil on your shoulder, the snake guiding you towards the apple.

-As usual, he does not succeed. You allow him to spin his web of promises, laying with him and basking in his love and getting a few more precious moments of rest, before you pull away with an apologetic smile already playing across your lips. You remind him that you had work that day.

-It's okay, Cole doesn't let it get him down. There was always tomorrow to try again, after all.

-You slip away to shower. It's roughly 50/50 on Cole joining you, depending on how he feels. Many days, Cole will follow behind and slip into the warm water behind you to continue his temptations. Trailing his hands and lips as far as you'll let him, offering his 'services' if you so desire.

-Today, he decides against it. Instead, he gets up, seeing no reason to remain in a bed that you weren't in. He begins preparing breakfast for you, only feeling mild regret when he hears you humming from the other room.

-Once you're clean, dressed, and fed, you run off to work leaving Cole to find a way to bide his time.

-He'll usually go on a run. Health and proper exercise is important, after all. And if he happens to run past your workplace once or twice (or a dozen times) then that's purely coincidence.

-Once he's done, he'll head back home to shower and get lunch prepared. He'll fix something up nice and lovingly before going back to your work all over again to deliver it.

-You forgot your lunch! You silly Marshmallow, you. If he's able, he'll try and convince you to sneak away and eat with him. Although, if you're particularly busy then you'll simply take the lunch he packed you with a quick thanks and a kiss, which is perfectly fine with him.

-Although after lunch, he's run out of excuses to see you, meaning that he has to wait for you to be finished with work. He'll do some work, or perhaps some reading or shopping. Or perhaps he'll do some... 'checking in', with your acquaintances. The usual. Most of it essentially amounts to twiddling his thumbs while wondering when you'd finally be freed.

-God forbid you had errands you wanted to run after work. Cole gets steadily more and more antsy when the two of you are separated. The anticipation of seeing you again kills him. Sometimes it's hard to even remember what he did before meeting you.

-When you finally come back home after your long work day, you find Cole waiting like always. He sweeps you into a hug and a kiss, eager and desperate, like a man possessed by his desires.

-Cole loves to spoil you. Chances are he'll force you to sit back and relax while he handles everything. Dinner, a massage, drawing a warm bath to relax in, anything you want and he'll rush to get it to you as quick as possible. Nothing makes him happier than taking care of you.

-Finally, he finds himself again in his favorite place in the world- snuggled up in bed with you, clinging to your body like he would die without your body heat.

-He watches you drift off to sleep, not allowing himself to rest until after you're already deep in slumber. Every moment by your side is priceless.

-And he can't wait to do it all over again tomorrow.

[minhyeong]

NCT DREAM AS VILLAINS !

warning: a little dark? mentions of murder...

[ mark ] 

a cult leader who dreams of starting a revolution

was a former mental health counselor who got his licensed revoked due to unethical practices, but he knows how to read people well due to his background

feeds people water laced with hallucinogens under the guise of the water being blessed so they have an impaired ability to think and behave erratically around others

isolates people from their friends and family so he's the only one they can rely on

uses fear-based manipulation to create panic and control large groups of people at once

claims the world will end in 30 days with only a small number of people being able to survive this event

incites his followers to carry out mass murders by making them think they have to collect as many souls as possible in order to be part of the group that can survive the end of the world

[ renjun ] 

a siren who lives among the mermaids and mermen in order to more efficiently prey on unsuspecting people

others consider him mysterious and elusive as he often self-isolates and rarely says more than three sentences around others, but no one suspects him due to his beauty

tucks his sharp teeth under his lips in order to not give away his identity and get banished

has been forced to kill a few mermaids who accidentally found out about his identity and attempted to reveal his secret

has an alluring voice that others find difficult to resist as it seems to alter their minds

sings and lounges around on beaches and rocks to lure people near him before he leads them to a secluded area and drowns them to death at the bottom of the ocean

also finds joy in leading ships and boats into rocks so everyone onboard would crash and perish

digs through the bodies and takes any belongings that he finds interesting as keepsakes

[ jeno ] 

a fallen angel expelled due to his wrath, pride, and unwillingness to follow the rules of heaven

has an obsession with annihilation and a strong impulse to destroy that caused him to constantly get in trouble among all the angels who had pure intentions

ultimately wasn't able to resist the urges to sin and participated in a rebellion

helps build the kingdom in hell with other fallen angels after being outcasted and ultimately becomes one of the rulers

gets filled with an even greater craving for corruption of mankind and makes it his goal to elicit the darkest desires in humans

tempts people to engage in morally wrong activities and instills horrible values into the youth so they also won't be able to enter heaven

surprisingly treats the souls in hell really well instead of torturing them and convinces everyone to join him in another attempt to overthrow heaven

[ haechan ] 

a romance con artist who expertly plays with lonely people’s desperations to manipulate them

was born into an upper middle class family that fell apart due to a business scam, and he became an orphan who had to fend for himself starting at a young age

is absolutely unapologetic and justifies his actions because he believes he has been a victim of society so he considers his crimes revenge

frequents upscale clubs and resorts and spends a long time observing every person before deeming them an appropriate target

does extensive research on the backgrounds of potential targets in order to identify their areas of weakness

promises them a future and loyalty with the sweetest smile while convincing them to borrow large sums of money and transfer them to him

completely disappears from the surface of the earth once he takes everything from them; once left someone waiting for him at the wedding altar after he got them to empty out their bank accounts

[ jaemin ] 

a correctional nurse who believes he is getting rid of all evil in the world by eliminating those who have offended

his modus operandi is injecting lethal substances into the bodies of sick inmates after he renders them unconscious

gloats as he watches their bodies twitch in agony

travels between jails, prisons, and juvenile detention centers and leaves a series of deaths behind him but doesn't get caught for a long time because he stages them to look like sudden cardiac death

does really convincing acting when he tells other staff about the person passing away and even sheds some tears

generally targets inmates who have shown no remorse for their crimes but will target those who don't admit to their crimes either

ends up killing some innocent people who were wrongfully convicted as a result but he doesn't recognize this because he thinks every inmate deserves their sentence

[ chenle ] 

a notorious bandit who travels around the world committing burglary and has his face plastered all over wanted posters

part of a larger group of social outlaws who are tired of seeing the rich have too much power, so their principle is to rob the rich only

sells whatever they steal and anonymously donates a portion of the earnings to organizations that help underserved communities

really into challenges and taking risks so he has even attempted burglaries while there were people in the house just for the thrill

doesn't even try to hide his identity when he commits crimes and even looks directly at security cameras with an arrogant smirk

likes to leave taunting notes at every local precinct after he commits a crime

his partners in crime have asked him to tone it down too many times and believe his confidence will be his downfall, but he still evades the police every single time

[ jisung ] 

a parasitic flower that sustains his life by feeding off people's energy

starts off as a small, nearly indistinguishable bud and blooms only during certain months of the year to lure people to pick him and bring him home

emits an addictive, pungent aroma that quickly invades people's senses and causes bouts of euphoria

latches onto whoever picks him and absorbs all their energy insidiously until they become weak, fall ill, and eventually pass away

repeats the cycle and gains a human form when he becomes powerful enough

eventually opens his own flower shop and only sells parasitic flowers that are grown by him

detectives ruled all deaths as natural until they eventually noticed that all victims have the same flowers at home that would not wilt despite not receiving any care

[108garys]

Forever

Because I wanted to see if I could pull it off and because I still think MoM should have had an ending like this, I wrote a short "Alex does a canabalism" or at least that's what I first dropped in the note when I decided to write this so this is very much everyone dies territory, hope you enjoy how it's written

@kassiekole22 @delurkr @tatjana-fantasy @qusok @unhingedlesbear @ctrvpani @kindheartedgummybears @blubary @tinynightmarewoman @mybrainrotforreal

Terror fills every fibre of Alex's being as that familiar feeling claws inside…

He'd made it go away, for a little while… His own face stared back in disapproval as he quietened that desperate need… Shattered glasses and twisted metalic taste… He was not ready when the curtain fell and could not return… What would their mother say? Seeing him now… Scavenger… Little more than a carrion creature… Haunting unending halls until all sense flees from him…

He sees her. face flushed prettily, tear stained as her grief echos over and over… Alone together, promises made bellow, reaffirmed above, entwined in the light of the sun. Faith. Tested in the dark as the hollow feeling sets in…

Relentless in their nature, those that came before follow…

The scent of decay cloying, clawing, crawling within him. Tearing at him… Engulfed in primal desperation. Contorted. Twisted painfully turned around as they blame him, denounce him and degrade him.

He sees her, holds her as she melts into him. Delicate fingers adorned as soft orange hues wash over her, rocked by the waves. Sunset caught in her golden hair, fading light in her eyes as she smiles brightly…

But in darkness he is tempted, temporary, tensions taut before he breaks… He shouts at the apparitions that trouble him, kicks and screams and fights for some sense of self to return… To before… She fled from his sight for what he must do to settle his emptiness. Quite. Alone. A thing in the darkness… He was a person once. Just as those who stalk his every step were once more than faded names on crumbling pages… So far removed from themselves… From himself as they damn him…

…but it is different this time…

Warmth spreads throughout him, under and within, a familiar scent soothes his troubled soul… flesh torn asunder as limbs fall silent, waves wash over him, gentle heat fades away in the stillness… Golden sunlit sky painted red as dusk settles apon him… He cherishes the dying rays, taking the last heat of dimming embers into himself… Holding onto this last good thing for as long as he is able…

He lay on his back as the cool night air fills his lungs… Stars stretch out endlessly above, drifting away from the rest of the world… He reaches out to the moon shining brightly apon the deck, pure silver light as the sun gives him this last gift in absence of day… Tainted hands, hazy memory… A glimmer of something apon his finger tugs dully at something far away. Peace. He sinks into warm darkness… So little left as he's engulfed in this last flicker of recognition… Her name was Julia and she was everything to him, eternal companion, forever with him and within him…

Old bones of young lovers, bleached in the blazing sun, cracked and scattered in the darkness… Blurring one into another, joined in flesh, wed in spirit… Condemnation… Completion…Catharsis… A single glittering jewel remains amongst the rust and decay… Vows unspoken… Forever.

[existentialcrisisadded]

My Nice and (hopefully) Accurate Good Omens Theories

Alright, here are some conclusions I have come to upon my third full watch of Good Omens. I hear all this talk about the coffee theory, and even the threat theory, but I think that the Metatron didn't have to do much to tear them apart.

We all saw the look the Metatron gave Crowley as he turned to walk out of the book shop with Aziraphale. He cast Crowley out of heaven. That was a look of pure disgust as he looked at a fallen angel, tempting another angel. There is glaring evidence that the Metatron remembers Crowley's questions/suggestions at the Beginning. He remembers Crowley as a threat, thus he wishes to take away the things that Crowley loves. Crowley loves Aziraphale and the Earth, so what better punishment than to have Aziraphale be the one to destroy the Earth with the second coming.

As for how he manipulated Aziraphale, he capitalized upon Aziraphale's desperate need to make a difference, and his love for Crowley. He knew that Crowley would never return to Heaven as an angel. So, he made Aziraphale think that was an option. Aziraphale, like Crowley, loves the Earth. He loves the Earth and everything on the Earth. He knows that Heaven is corrupt, but he is determined that he can make it better for the things he loves. If he were to see it as an institutional problem he would become fallen. His greatest fear is that he will fall from Her grace. I haven't quite determined why I think he got in the elevator after the Metatron said that they were planning the second coming, but I imagine it stems from a point of pride. Like, how can he turn around now that he has burned that bridge? Can he face Crowley again after hurting him so much?

The kiss was a kiss derived from desperation, not love. It was a last ditch effort made by Crowley to get Aziraphale to admit his feelings and stay. It didn't work because Aziraphale is very set in his ways most of the time. He didn't see any love in that kiss, he saw the temptation to fall so that he could live out the rest of his eternity with Crowley. However, as stated previously, he fears falling so much that he won't take the temptation. He won't leave Heaven until he finally realizes that the problems are, in fact, institutional. That, in order to make a difference, he will have to join Crowley to completely tear down and rebuild the system.

[soldierofadown]

Wanted to write more for my Hammertooth swap au since some of the lore differs a lot from the Canon

Hammertooth Swap Lore

(I guess idk what else to call)

Dethklok

Originally had no Rhythm Guitarist when first signed

Ended up needing one after everyone agreed the guitar section needed more 'zazz' (much to Skwisgaar's disapproval)

Held auditions, where they met both Toki and Magnus

Magnus ended up impressing them enough to land the spot (despite not doing better than Toki)

This enraged Toki who ended up attacking the band

Still all have their og personalities intact

Magnus

Past

His dad was an abusive asshole, Magnus ended up running away because of this

Loves clowns because of an old cartoon he watched

Didn't meet Dethklok until that audition

Was homeless for a while before that

Only owned a car he slept in and a guitar

Auditioned out of pure desperation (didn't even think he'd get in the band)

Wasn't nearly as close to beating Skwisgaar as Toki was, but the band saw his potential

Forever grateful for Dethklok

Current

Still the oldest of the band

Seen as sort of a sweet grandpa by fans (leading to his large child fanbase like Toki in the Canon)

Isn't graying nearly as much because he isn't as stressed

Not muscular, but still incredibly thin which makes the other members slightly jealous

Bickers with Skwisgaar and Murderface constantly

Has positive mixed feelings for Nathan and Pickles (like he loves the two but he isn't sure in what way)

Toki

Past

Traveled to America, explicitly to audition with Dethklok

Was practically in love with the band up until his audition

Outperformed everyone, except Skwisgaar himself

Became enraged when Magnus landed the spot in the band instead of him

Tried attacking Skwisgaar with a knife, but was beaten by Nathan before he could stab Skwisgaar

Lost a tooth and eventually partial eyesight from this

Carved 'Revenge is Comings' into the side of Magnus's car after the fact

Current

Still obsesses over Dethklok in an unhealthy way

Joined the Revengencers (initially with reluctance but eventually got really into it)

Tolerates MMA at best

Doesn't want to kill anyone, especially Dethklok

You would be able to see him at most of Dethklok's public appearances

Figured out Magnus was going to fantasy camp that way

Wasn't recognized by Magnus due to how much his appearance changed (gold tooth, white eye, longer hair, and added wrinkles)

Was tempted to just let Magnus go into diabetic shock, but reluctantly saved him

Overall most the stuff is still the same, just with Magnus and Toki swapped around

[salmonight]

DannyMay 2023, Day 3: Blizzard

Tittle: When I Die, Bury Me Under the Snow

Summary:  He was crouching down on the frozen ground. Hands grabbing desperately at his hair.  "Heh.."  A listless chuckle left his bluish tinted lips. "I caused this didn't I?"   His voice echoed emptily in the flowing mass of snow and ice. A hysterical laugh bubbled out of his mouth, cutting through the raging tempest of the blizzard like a sharp knife…

Cold air cut into pale cheeks.

Danny's snow white hair was continuously slapped against his face by the freezing winds, but he was barely paying attention to it, not when...

Danny shook his head. Not now. It's not the time for this. He tried to force his mind not to think about it but like a broken record the scenes continued to roll down behind his eyes on a repeat.  

His empty eyes gazed at the scenery around him. Nothing could be seen of the little town it used to be. Now... it had turned into an empty land of snow and ice.

Danny supposed it had only been a matter of time. He was always too close to imploding ever since the 'accident'. Always dancing on the edge, balancing on the thin lines of sanity like an acrobat on a tightrope.

The powdery snow coated the earth in a holy glow and what a cruel heaven it was. No more fights, no more chases, no more harsh words, just silence.

The occasional protruding limbs, stray body parts, the blood specks left to be frozen into ice flowers, only managed to make the scenery even more otherworldly.

The blizzard continued to rage around him. Like the eye of the storm, the icelets swirled round and round..

Sometimes, Danny could have sworn he had heard joyful singing from a distance, a tinkerbell-like laugher, and saw the figures of petit winter fairies dancing around the bleached out mounds in a delightful glee. His core purred with pure bliss at the sight, delighting in the show they put on for their king.

'Maybe these were the signs of insanity?'

Enticing voices purred into his ears, asking him to come and join them, just enjoy the festive atmosphere, and forget all about the unpleasant memories.And the thought of giving in to their bewitchment was oh, so tempting. If he just gave into the allure of oblivion, he wouldn’t have to face what he had done, what he had become, what a monster he actually was.

A hysterical laugh bubbled out of his mouth, cutting through the raging tempest of the blizzard like a sharp knife. How Danny wished he could forget, but how could he? How could he ignore it when he was surrounded by the masterpiece of his own making?

The hundreds of thousands of bodies, all without a sign of life, buried deep under the hail, those who laughed and joked around just mere hours ago, living in blissful ignorance of the true  currents running under the shadier parts of their little town.

Once their hero, now the cause of their demise.

He hadn’t understood the true meaning of his ghostly appearance before - the bluish tint of hypothermia on his skin, the frost that clung to his suit, the way the temperature would drop the second he walked into a room - but now he understood it for what it was. Foreshadowing. A warning that he would be the harbinger of the end for all that he ever loved and hated, destroying both in merciless glee in a matter of seconds. The funniest thing was that it hadn’t even taken much effort. The words from his friends just a little bit more hurtful. The fights from his parents just a little bit more murderous. That was all it took.

He took in a deep breath, the fresh smell of snow tainted by the stench of death, and let out a laugh that choked in his throat made him gasp. Was it a sob? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was the sound of fairies, laughing and beckoning for him to join them.

And as a single frozen tear fell off his face and buried itself in the snow, he did.

.

.

.

A figure could be seen walking across the meadows, leaving a trail of footprints behind him on the snow covered grounds. A low, slightly off tune melody could be heard echoing through the empty snowscape,  a gust of wind bringing the humming around to fill the space.

“Where winter winds rush all around

To freeze the rocks in the ground”

“So when I die, bury me in the snow

So when the spring suns rise

I'll feel the flowers bloom”

“Life is a cold and desperate place

Blinding us all from grace

Keeping us on our own”

“Where winter winds rush all around

To freeze the rocks in the ground”

“So when I die, bury me in the snow

So when the spring suns rise

I'll feel the flowers bloom”

“When I open my eyes

I'll gaze up at blue endless skies”

“So when I die, bury me in the snow

So when the spring suns rise

I'll feel the flowers bloom…”

Ao3

The one that helped betaing this work once again is the lovely Amateum!

The song that the lyrics is from called 'When I Die, Bury Me In the Snow' by The Phantom Pines. The way they performed it is absolutely horrendous but the lyric is to die for.

[ddazzlingblds-archive]

@loiyaltie said: "I need to go..." Despite his words, Gepard's hands remain planted upon Sampo's waist, the space between them entirely insignificant as he leans in to chase another press of lips, eyelids fluttering closed as he does. It's not the first time he's said such a thing nor will it be the last but he does not have the willpower to slip from their shadows just yet. A moment more.

      if he had to describe this new routine of theirs, there'll be just a word to do it justice: delightful.

      it delights Sampo to know that the captain has this mischievous side to him. it's been quite a while since he started to put effort in unveiling what was under the surface of this strict, stiff man out of pure curiosity.

      Gepard Landau acted, moved and talked like a dutybound machine- and, to Sampo, that seemed so silly! how could someone live for something so strict, so terribly boring? one man can't simply have duty as a life-long occupation and never once stutter in his path- yearn for something else that isn't the ungrateful, fruitless trap their job traps them into.

      it was fun, to discover Gepard. Sampo earned for the thrill of seeing web-like cracks spreading under his form- testing the ice to see if it'll swallow him, if the water under it is as dark and gelid as he imagined.

      he has his answer when the third option to end their chase manifests in them detaching from civility and finding shelter in the dark backalleys to have a few moments for themselves. it's then that their lips meet over and over again, the thrill of being discovered crackling on their skin like electricity.

      “ oh? so soon? ” Sampo asks, but the incandescent flush over his face doesn't die down, his arms firmly refuse to leave their hold from around Gepard's neck. he knows that the captain has to return to his usual post... but, physically, he's a little more than reluctant to just let go.

      ( it's very silly to feel that little flutter in his chest whenever Gepard dips to kiss him again, unable to leave as if under a spell. the smug smile he has turns dopey and a little lopsided. )

      Gepard really should go. every second they spend here is a second they could be found out, with extreme consequences- see, the hard part is that it's terribly hard to simply stop. Gepard communicates a thing with his voice, but his body betrays him, still holding Sampo against him with an hint of desperation.

      he must really be conflicted, is he... hmm.

      lips curl into a mischievous, charming grin: the impish impulse is too strong to resist. not to tease would be a sin. seeing the poor man this flustered and struggling to go back to his duties is an irresistible opportunity to be just a little on the evil side.

      a curious finger twirls the hair at the base of Gepard's neck, followed by an hum reverberating between their joined chests. by standing on his tiptoes just a little ( and this is such a great discovery for... reasons, ) Sampo reaches up and places another butterfly kiss on Gepard's mouth, parting before it can become something more. it's a tease and a gracing touch, how Sampo brings the other even closer, if possible- how he's ghosting little kisses along his cheek, each one bringing him a little short of the objective.

      if he didn't knew that poor captain enjoyed these teases, he'd feel almost cruel. instead, he's just being a little tempting devil.

      “ gep, ” he breathes, lips pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips. “ not that i want to stop either, but... ”

      there's a little mischievous curl of his lips when he draws back, almost too innocently batting his lashes at the blond. “ didn't you said you really had to go...? ”

      ( he's sure Gepard will get back at him for making things a little harder for him. he can take it! in fact, he looks forward to it. almost sadistically so. )

[yinyunnsworld]

Set Sail to a New World

Character: Tsumugi Aoba

Reader: GN

Words: 914

Genre: Angst(?) to Fluff.

Synopsis: Whenever someone passed, they became a lost soul, waiting for a new life ahead. (Name) met an… odd sailor whom claimed a happier life ahead of them.

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“Will you sail on this ride with me?”

On the vast sea connected to the afterlife, stood a soul, one who claimed the sea to be their territory, met with the ferry. But their eyes were only on the man lifting a smile they’d never seen before in their whole life. And as if that man wasn’t a human, they could see through him—or maybe he could see through them.

Ah, gentle breeze blowing (Name)’s tender face, their eyes jittered from the rocking sea to the man having his hand out—they couldn’t decide for they couldn’t fathom where the ferry would bring them to. Amidst the ferry where people like them—souls of the lost, confused, and terrified, found safety soon as they stepped on board. However, with a condition—to leave the world they’d known their whole life to lead a new one.

“If I step on board, will I ever come back to see my loved ones?”

The question rolled off their tongue, it was as clear as their reluctance in joining hands with the unknown man still patiently waiting for them. Though, the ferry might have to set sail sooner or later. “Your heart is indeed a pure one, even after being screwed by them many times, repaired many times, you still choose to abide—even if you believe there’s no place a world can fit you in.”

(Name) would’ve looked back—to the world of the human realms rolling behind them, however when they did it on this very second, the things they could see were the memories of their past. Reasons to give whether or not they must or did they want to ride on the boat to the paradise for pure lost souls.

Those memories tempted them, not sure if it ever meant to sooth them and get them to ride or for them to reject and run away.

“Time’s ticking. If you’re still hesitant, I’ll leave and come back when you’re ready.”

“But will I ever see them again?”

“Your loved ones?” The man raised his eyebrows, slightly piqued but pitied the form of the young person almost no longer translucent as they once were.

It was true (Name) was screwed, then repaired, on repeat—but they couldn’t fathom of leaving a life they grew once for it surely had become part of them, what made them now to wish for freedom ever so desperately. Even if freedom was offered to them, a budding fear of attachment grew in result they were ever more hesitant than they were when the man first arrived at the lonely sea.

Humans always wanted freedom, to discover what’s ahead of them. However, they’d be hesitant to accept that freedom after the war they had with themselves.

“Yeah, my loved ones.”

“…” the man was silent. He jumped off the boat, chose to stand beside (Name)’s confused self.

The man sighed. “Ah, my apology.” He smiled nervously, drowning in guilt. Within this lonely sea, nothing could get past anyone’s head as the sea they stood was lonely itself. Everyone’s face wouldn’t work, no emotions would be able to be kept hidden. “Sometimes I forget souls have memories of their past and some don't. It can’t be considered lucky as well to have the memories of the past.”

They remained silent and still, like the sea they stood on, no longer rocked its waves. Nothing but pure curiosity stirred in with the warmth of his words downing them together. Anyone would’ve called them dumb, ungrateful for they still had the memories of the past.

They’d preferred to be called dumb, for him to sigh and turn away his back—but that never meant they’d be relieved.

“You know well what they’ve done, though I can’t guarantee I can make you happy, but the world outside might lift a little bit of your frowning lips.”

Huh?

Since when did they frown?

Their fingers traced to their… in fact, frowning lips to bring realization of his words were indeed true. Their lips were heavy, or they were just too tired to lift up both cheeks and add a glimmer to their stoic e/c eyes—they weren’t sure.

Those words he used… they wondered if he used those words to tempt everyone to set sail with him, to wander a new adventure together with him—it for sure, brought nothing less than a swaying temptation to them.

However, they barely knew of the man, not even a name seemed to appear in their head. They couldn’t afford to set sail with a stranger. “What’s your name?”

“Hm? A name? Goodness me, a name is something I left after willing to be an adventurer,” the man claimed—showing just a tiny glint of… something unclear within his face—pity, sadness, longing or anything they weren’t sure of. Even the sea couldn’t depict himself quite well—or they just couldn’t understand him. Even so, they waited patiently as he waited for them as well.

“Tsumgi. Tsumugi Aoba.”

And so, he revealed his name to the curious (Name), still gazing at him rather intently as they’d never seen anyone pass by their ‘territory’. Satisfied with the answer, they hummed in delight—nothing changed faster than the ones with lonely hearts.

With nothing but desperation to seek a reason to smile, and the will to believe in tales the man in front of them spoke, (Name) found themself linking hands with him. The trace of a rather—big hand tightened its grip around their own fingers. “Welcome on board, (Name).”

[jiyeonnnn]

𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 — 𝗹. 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴, 𝗽. 𝗷𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴

𝗟𝗘𝗧'𝗦 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗣𝗛𝗬𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 !!

PAIRING: lee heeseung x male reader x park jongseong

GENRE: smut, implied college au trope

WARNINGS: fwb to lovers, hate sex (kinda), multiple rounds, rough intercourse, voyuerism at the beginning, threesome, impact play, color signals, degradation, gaping kink, double penetration, spit roasting, face fucking, deepthroating, cum swallowing, dumbification, creampie, passing out, implied aftercare

SUMMARY: a simple voyeurism has turned into something more than what you’ve anticipated, but you know what they say, “expect the unexpected”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is the part 2 that most have been requesting. this is shitty, yes, i know. also, thank you @sundaesaresundaye for helping me write this. constructive criticisms are very much welcome.

PREVIOUSLY

he was about to walk away when heeseung fastly grabbed his hands, "who told you that you can go now, park? you'll watch me fuck my slut in front of you, and you won't leave until i tell you to, you got that?" and with that, heeseung pulled jay inside the room, locking it and let the poor man watch him fuck you to oblivion.

Jay could feel his undergarments get tighter from the complete submissive sight of you right now, his cock tenting an obvious bulge in his pants. The way you moan Heeseung's name in pure pleasure is driving him crazy, and it's tempting him to just yank his clothing off and join his upperclassman to ruin you.

His frustration for not being able to touch you had caused him to burn holes on the back of Heeseung's head while he palms his painful erection.

This did not go unnoticed by Heeseung, and decided to anger Jay even more. Heeseung bent down on your level and whispered, "look at jay, you slut, so desperate for him to fuck you this good. Look at him. Can he do you this good, hm? Can that small dick of his make you moan like this?"

Before you could even comprehend what Heeseung was saying, Jay was quick to fire back, "Like hell, sunbae. Me? Small? Have you heard him moan my name last night?" he taunted with a chuckle, adding, "he sure hell was pathetically begging me to pound him nonstop. Is that because your cock can't satisfy him anymore? Or because [y/n]'s getting tired of your dry ass in bed?"

The exchange of words between the two increased the tension in the room. Heeseung's mouth was glued shut from jay's retort, clearly irritated but instead of bickering back, heeseung just decided to channel his rage into further wrecking you.

Heeseung despised every word of Jay's sudden revelation; had you really neglected his feelings for your desires? You had to be doing it, and there's no way he'll let it go without you crying for him.

"So you were used last night, you pathetic whore. I'll fucking show you who's making you feel better," heeseung said, fumes pouring from his ears as he slaps your thighs with each thrust.

"c'mon, moan for me like the loud slut you are, [y/n], show your side bitch how good i'm doing you," heeseung spluttered, tightening his grip on your thighs, making you moan louder from the impact of his hips ramming against yours.

“fuck, SEUNGIE~! So fucking good! yES— FUCK!” you screamed on top of your lungs, gripping the sheets tightly as you arch your back from the feeling of your prostate being abused by his manhood.

Heeseung could visibly feel his ego soar to the roof just from hearing you shriek like that, lust and possessiveness rotting his brain; it should only be him making you scream like that; it should only be his cock making you feel good, but alas, you were also fucking jay behind his back; you gotta know the consequences of your actions.

Jay chuckled at the scene in front of him, "I guess I'm not the only one making him moan in pleasure; mind me joining you in punishing him, sunbae?" Jay stood up and began unbuckling his pants, smirking, "let's teach this fuckdoll a lesson, don’t you think he deserves getting ruined for making us fight? After all, this is what he wanted, right?"

Heeseung shortly stopped ramming your ass for a while as the both of them shared knowing glances, smirking to themselves. You could feel their burning gazes on your skin as heeseung released a quiet, yet psychotic, chuckle, "I guess you're right, let's fuck this whore 'til the dawn where he's dumb enough to forget his own name."

"Take his mouth, and I'll make his hole gaping to fit the 2 of us later," Heeseung ordered, his hands rubbing circles on your thighs. The idea has you shivering, getting scared yet excited for what’s to come next.

Seeing your shaking figure, Jay looked at you with soft eyes and checked up on you, caressing your hair drenched in sweat as he softly kissed your forehead, “Sounds like a plan to me. You ok with that, baby? You know your colors right? Because I won't be doing anything without your consent.”

You looked at Jay’s eyes as you tried to catch your breath out, “green, green’s the color,” you managed to mumble, giving them the consent that they need to relentlessly rail you.

Upon the given signal, Heeseung went back to moving his hips and started thrusting in and out of you incessantly. Jay left a small peck on your lips before taking off his shirt and his boxers that revealed his huge manhood ready to impale you once again. He kneels himself on top of you with both of his thighs sandwiching your chest.

“You know the drill, baby boy. Breathe through your nose as I fuck your pretty little mouth, alright?” Jay reminded you, to which you responded with a hard nod while moaning incoherently. He held your head in a comfortable position and smirked to himself, warning you, “I will not be holding back now, baby.”

“E-enough with t-the words— FUCK! J-just use me now goddammit!” you whined demandingly in between your moans only for you to receive a cruel slap from Jay on the face, “You will not tell me what to do, you useless whore. I’ll use you however I want,” he sternly said, “open your fucking mouth.”

You complied with his instruction and did what was said. He placed the head of his manhood on your drooling tongue and started moving his hips before you could even wrap your lips around his throbbing length. Jay thrusted barbarically into your mouth, the tip of his cock never failing to hit the back of your throat.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you continued to moan and gag uncontrollably due to how unmerciful they are. The painful feeling of your throat being hit on repeatedly and your ass being fucked roughly started to get overwhelming for you and has caused you to roll your eyes to the back of your head.

“Shit, you’re drooling everywhere, baby,” Jay pointed out in between his grunts, noticing the amount of saliva coating his dick as he facefucks you. “Is my dick really that good for you to drool, baby? fuck— your mouth feels so warm!"

“Sunbae, how are you able to control yourself from fucking him everytime?” Jay questioned as he once again pushed his cock far down your neck. Heeseung just chuckled as a response at his underclassman’s questioning remark while holding up your legs for him to even get deeper inside you, “Honestly, I don’t know too, but you gotta respect his boundaries if I were you, he can dominate you anytime if he wanted to.”

Jay laughed with Heeseung’s reasoning, his pace unfaltering, “Him dominating me? Tsk, he can’t even top a sub, don’t make me laugh, sunbae.” Jay’s laugh was soon to be cut off by a loud grunt as you pinched his right thigh rather tightly causing him to pull out of your mouth and fall on his side.

You took this opportunity to completely turn the situation and make Jay submit to you. You turned your head to your side and got back to sucking his cock, but this time at your own pace.

A loud moan elicited from Jay's mouth as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive slit of his dick. However, as much as you want to stay dominant, the continuous abuse of your prostate has caused you to lose all your strength and arch your back caused by Heeseung's persistent thrusts.

Noticing this, Jay got back on his knees and slapped you again, "What did I tell you about ruling me in bed, fuckdoll? You'll regret that," Jay warned you as he began working his hips at an animalistic pace.

Gags and squelching noises resonated in the room as the 2 boys used you like a toy. Jay in particular had his pace faltering, his hips moving inconsistently as he started to ride out his high. He moaned loudly as a cause of him cumming profusely in your mouth, “Swallow it, my bitch,” he ordered.

Your’s and Heeseung's climax came not long after, his hands leaving very visible marks of slps on your bare thigh as you grunt loudly while you both chased your own releases; your cock spurting a huge amount of load and heeseung filling you up to the brim.

A small wave of silence took over the room before heeseung decided to break it, “His hole is pretty ready now, jongseong-ah. Will you take us both, [y/n]?” Heeseung asked for permission to which you gave them by impatiently nodding your head, “Use me please, Seungie~ Jay~” you mewled, seductively running your hands on their thighs. On cue, the two of them stood up and adjusted your position to where they could enter you easily.

They aligned their cocks on your hole and started kissing your neck to distract you from the incoming pain from the stretch. “We won’t be holding back now, babe. Just tell us your colors, ‘k?” Heeseung whispered to your ears before leaving a trail of kisses from your earlobe to your neck while running his hands through your hair. You nodded as a response and sank down slowly on their cocks, enveloping it in the warmth of your walls before bouncing softly as to give them a signal to start moving their hips up.

Your mouth hangs agape, tears start to flow down from your eyes as the result of the sudden stretch of your hole. Heeseung sensed your discomfort which caused him to eye Jay as a sign to temporarily slow down to let you adjust, “Don’t rush yourself, baby. We’ll move when you’re ready” Heeseung concerningly said, to which you hummed in response.

A few moments have passed and you have finally adjusted to their sizes, you bounced your hips once again to notify them, and by that, Jay and Heeseung shared nods with each other and started thrusting upwards. Their paces gradually get faster and faster time by time that causes you to elicit wanton, high-pitched moans. Your hands gripped on Jay’s back tightly, leaving long scratches as you fought the immensely overwhelming feeling of their cocks fighting for space in your hole.

Their shafts alternately went in and out of you with their tips never faltering to meet your overly abused prostate. Curses, moans and other sinful sounds filled the 4 corners of room as the three of you let out all the sexual temptations you all had with each other.

“Do you know how fucking sinful you look right now, you naughty bitch?” Heeseung degraded, persistently pouncing your ass, “So this is what you wanted, huh? 2 cocks making your fuckhole gaping? I never knew you were this kind of slut— AH! FUCK TAKE OUR COCKS YOU FILTHY WHORE!” He yelled as you clenched your hole around them.

You started to moan incoherently as their thrusts became even more animalistic. Jay took this chance to spit on your mouth, “You could’ve just told us that you wanted us both instead of making us frustrate ourselves on getting you,” he growled, choking your neck as he spoke. He released his hold from your neck and proceeded again to roughly ram you.

After a long moment of them purely fucking and degrading you — for you at least — the three of you are starting to get closer to your climaxes once again. Filthy groans and words came out of their mouth as they began to lose the consistency of their movements due to their incoming orgasms; you on the other hand has also not been doing so good, your words became half uttered curses, moaning nonsense as you try to tell them that you’re getting close.

“SEUNGIE~ JAY~ FUCK— MAKE YOUR SLUT COME! YES!~ S-SO FUCKING GOOD~” you crazily squealed. Listening to your wish, Heeseung wrapped his hand around your length and began fastly pumping it. “Come for us, our little slut, c’mon, be the good little boy you are,” Heeseung muttered to your ear rather lowly. Your moans got ear-piercingly louder as you released your semen out of your cock.

The voices in the room got bolder, deep groans and moans rang through your ears as they take on to ride out their highs desperately.

Groaning, you woke up on the bed with your body in a lot of pain, sandwiched in between the 2 guys who made you passed out from sex the night before.

“Morning, handsome,” Heeseung greeted, his hands running through your hair locks, leaning to your face to peck your lips. You felt an arm enveloping your body from behind, pulling you closer into a cuddle, “Good morning, sweetheart,” Jay said, his low, morning voice running through your ear.

You smiled at the sweet actions of the two while you try to process everything that went down last night. The events and their rough actions sank down your mind as you looked at the 2 of them to apologize for playing with their feelings. You’re about to speak up when Heeseung immediately cut you off, “I know what you’re thinking, [y/n],” he starts off, “Don’t you worry about it, Jay and I talked about it last night, and we were wondering if you’ll be down in a poly relationship between the three of us,” continued Heeseung, getting up from the bed as he starts putting his shirt on.

“So what do you think, sweets?” Jay asked.

You smiled brightly and nodded your head in happiness and agreement, “Of course, I’d be down with that you dorks!”

[hansensgirl]

baby, but you.

summary. | He hopes you can feel it, because nobody else can heal it but you. Baby, but you.

warnings. | smut, hate fucking (ish), enemies to lover, slight angst, birthdays, degradation, praise, spitting, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, yearning, crushing, riding, couch sex, breeding, possessiveness, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI AND DO NOT REPOST MY STORIES.

word count. | 3.6k

pairings. | Bucky Barnes x Reader.

a/n. | happy birthday @asadmarveltrashbag ilysm!!! thank you so much for being there for me since like day one, for being such a good role model and for just being amazing. thank you so much for listening to me rant and giving me advice, i’m so grateful for you. i hope your birthday is amazing today, i love you so much!! don’t forget to reblog! if you take ANY inspiration from my fics (and i’ll know, trust me) and you don’t give credit, you will be blocked and i’ll let others know.

He stands afar from you. A cold, calculated stare that you’re almost tempted to challenge with your killer one. There are only about two and a half meters of space separating you two, and even that’s not enough. You’re like a cat and a dog, constantly fighting about God knows what. Sometimes it’s the stupidest of things; other times, it’s the most reasonable. Either he has the television on too loud, or you come home too late. The other neighbours… Well, frankly, they don’t live here anymore.

It’s because they can’t handle his screaming when he has nightmares. You scoffed when you first heard it from your landlord, finding it absolutely insane that nobody is used to the sounds of a nightmare. As if they’re any better. You handle it like a champion, simply just putting on earbuds and your favourite songs at the lowest volume until you fall asleep. You almost feel bad for him when you see him with deep bags under his eyes.

But one short, snarky remark from him has the sympathy in you draining. Almost like the way his hands are the palest colour ever, and his skin doesn’t have the redness it should have. Almost as if the colours on a painting have been scraped off. You shouldn’t be noticing these things, really, but you just can’t help it. He’s almost a shell of the man he once was, at least in his words, but you believe that with some care (not from your hands, ew), he’ll be back to normal.

He shouldn’t notice the way you sigh every time you get home. The way you drag yourself through the carpeted hallway, out from the metal box that Bucky doesn’t trust. He doesn’t charge anything that has to do with heights, so that’s why he’s settled for the second floor. The drop in his stomach brings back so many memories that he can’t bear to remember.

Sometimes, he picks up the rumble of your stomach that he knows you’re embarrassed about, only because when it happens, you become the most fearful sailor to ever cross the shore. You always arrive right before Bucky falls asleep, leaving him at peace. ...No, no, no. It’s not like that. He totally doesn’t wait up until you come home safely before he can actually fall asleep so he can have a sense of calm. No, that’s absurd. Another absurd thing is the ungodly hour that you arrive home.

“Listen, you’re the one who bumped into me, okay? Let’s just leave it at that,” you huff, swinging your keychain between your fingers. Your digits are so soft, only ever coarse when you touch the skin between them. His hands, however, are almost the opposite. They’re rough and dry, but the crevices are a bit damp with sweat from pure nervousness. “No, no, you bumped into me, and we’re going to leave it at that, okay? Okay,” he nods, even though he’s talking to you.

“No, you bumped into me, and that’s that. Goodbye, Mr. Barnes,” you finish, throwing your bag over your shoulder and stomping down the hallways. You don’t look back once, simply just strutting your way to that darned elevator that you loathe. Suddenly, a hand wraps around your arm and turns you around. “I didn’t say you could go; we’re not done until I say we’re done,” he growls, gripping your arm tight enough to have you whimpering.

“No, fuck you. I’m tired of constantly listening to you bitch and moan about things that aren’t even my fault. God, it’s like you’re twenty fucking years old with no maturity, it’s fucking pathetic,” you spit, trying to yank your arm away. But compared to a supersoldier, your strength is equal to a cool spring breeze hitting a concrete building—basically nothing. Bucky’s chest heaves, and for a moment, you’re scared.

But even though he has a temper, he could never hurt you. He’s not the Winter Soldier; you’re sure of it.

His jaw clenches, and you stare at him intensely. Work is long forgotten, just like the fact that today is your birthday. That nervous, jittery feeling that would pool in the pits of your soul isn’t there. You wonder if it’s because you’re all grown up now, or maybe it’s because you’ve been so busy that your birthday seems like any other day in your eyes. Your eyes fall to his lips, almost on instinct. They’re pink and plump, slightly damp from the wetness on his tongue.

He gently pushes you inside his home, and you stumble back in shock. “I have to go to work–” you start, but he cuts you off. “I don’t give a shit. I need to teach you a lesson,” he snaps, pulling off his leather jacket. It has blue hues to it, sometimes grey if shone under the correct lighting. It’s overall black, suiting that dark soul of his that some people claim he has. You keep your mouth shut, clutching onto the strap of your backpack that rests on your right shoulder.

Suddenly, that fiery haze of yours has faded out, and you just watch him dumbfounded. Your jaw is slightly slack, but your eyes aren’t bulging out. Bucky pulls off the unusual leather gloves that always seemed to be a little too big on him. The space between his fingers and the cloth is always too much, and you even contemplated ‘accidentally’ giving him a new, better-fitting pair.

They flop onto the floor with an almost laughable sound, but you know you shouldn’t even dare to crack a smile. “Always going on and on about something. You just need to be shut up for once, don’t you?” Bucky questions, snapping his head towards you. “N- No…” you whisper, looking down to the ground. Suddenly, you prefer looking at wood floors to handsome men such as Bucky.

“Oh… Right, I forgot. You don’t know what’s good for you, that’s why you go to work and come home so late in the night. Bet you don’t have any time to fuck around with those pathetic twenty-year-old douchebags. That’s why you touch that little pussy of yours before you head to work, right?” he questions, and you gulp thickly.

Did he really hear it all?

“Please, I heard the way you finger fuck yourself in the shower all the way here. You really need to learn how to properly lock your door. You’re lucky those old ladies were here when I heard you, or else I would’ve come all the way over there and taught you a real good lesson,” he snaps, and you genuinely feel like doubting every little thing you do. “And you know what’s so funny, doll? I even hear the way you moan my name when you’re about to come,” he whispers, standing so close to you, and you wonder how he even managed to get here.

Your faces are inches away, His warm breath fans against your skin, and Bucky can feel the nervousness seeping through your pores. “Need a refresher? Or are you just going to stay quiet?” he questions, raising his eyebrows. He has a stupid smile on his face, and you’re not sure whether you want to kiss him or slap him. Both seem very appealing, but God, that devil on your shoulder always did have a loud voice.

Your bag joins his gloves on the floor, and you tilt your head upwards to kiss him. Your lips slowly slot against his, the taste of stale coffee immediately fills your mouth as Bucky shoves his tongue past your lips. He cups the side on your face, and your hands remain bent in the air. You don’t know what to do with yourself, so you place them on his shoulders, hoping for the best. He tenses up for a bit, and you start to pull away.

He doesn’t let you go too far. His hands keep you near him, and he stares into your eyes. Blue, blown-out orbs give Bucky an even darker look, and you’re practically sailing the same ship. “Don’t… Don’t go,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. “I won’t, but-” you begin, but he cuts you off with an open-mouthed kiss. It’s so rough, so passionate. Teeth and tongues clash at each other, and you whimper against him as his hands move from your face.

They run down your body before gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. His front presses against yours, and you can feel his defined muscles through that black t-shirt of his. You wrap your arms around his neck, such a simple act and yet he’s swooning like the lovesick fool he is. No, no, no, he’s not lovesick, and he’s not swooning. He’s just wanting, and that is all, just like you are.

You roll your hips for friction, desperate for something. The faint feeling of Bucky’s hard cock sends shivers down your spine, and you just know he’s huge. He could probably split you in two if he really wants to, and maybe it’s what you want as well. God, just the mental image of his cock sliding in and out of you is so pleasurable. Wetness soaks your panties, and you moan into his mouth.

“Say ‘ah,’ slut,” he mumbles before pulling away from the kiss again. You quickly do so and watch as Bucky puckers his bruised, red lips. You’re not sure what to expect; a stupid, silly kiss or something else. Your tongue is stretched out inside your mouth, and you wait for him as your chest rises and falls. Your eyes watch him as he spits into your mouth, a wad of spit dripping onto your tongue and your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets.

You quickly swallow it as if it’s some sort of antidote to an incurable disease. “Oh, you’re such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? I bet you’d let me do anything to you, right? Let me fuck you silly, throw you around, treat you like the spoiled brat you are,” Bucky growls with a fierce smirk on his stupidly gorgeous face. Sculpted by the Gods themselves, you wonder why the world has been so mean to him.

No, no, no, you don’t. You’re just desperate and needy.

“You really are stupid, and I haven’t even touched that little pussy of yours yet, and you can’t even answer a simple li’l question,” Bucky says out loud, expressing pure shame and disgrace. You shake your head before placing your hands back on his hard, defined chest. There’s a specific spot on his chest where the fabric is too sheer. You can see the way his soft hair has been shaved down to a mere stubble, and you wonder what he’d look like if it was grown out.

“I- I’m a dirty girl, I’d let you do anything to me, James,” you whisper to him, looking up at him with unintentional doe eyes. “I know, baby, I know,” he smirks before pushing you backwards. You expect to collide with the wooden floors harshly and startle the downstairs residents, or maybe even on a carpet that would try to break your fall but would end up failing.

You don’t expect to fall back onto a soft, cushioned couch. It’s more so an armchair that is a greyish-blue colour, one that you’d see and Ikea and want so bad, but you’d quickly change your mind once you see the whopping price it’s set at. Bucky towers over you, and you tilt your head up, still watching has the features of his face twitch a bit. His hands run down to your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your jeans before his nimble yet strong, thick fingers reach to the button and zipper.

He makes quick work of stripping your clothes off for you, and you try your hardest to do the same for him. But flying, clashing hands that are oh so desperate can’t really do much. So as he pulls your wet panties down your feet, you hurriedly kick them to the floor. Bucky pulls his shirt over his head, and you’re not sure if you’ve lost it or if time truly has slowed down. You’re able to memorize each freckle, each scar, each mole and each muscle of his upper body.

He’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful. Though everyone has their measly little flaws that can be so bothersome, in your eyes, he has no flaws. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, making you struggle to fight the cheerful smile that forces its way onto your face. “You’re pretty too, James,” you tell him, reaching backwards to unclasp your bra.

Now, there’s nothing special about it, really. It’s plain black, and in some areas, it physically pains you, leaving branded marks behind that feel good when you gently run your hands over them. Nonetheless, you look gorgeous with it on. But when it’s on the floor, treated like nothing, you’re even more beautiful. Your slick has stained your inner thighs with stickiness, and your clit throbs with need.

Bucky parts your legs, watching as strings of wetness pull apart from each other. “Fucking hell, is that all because of me, slut? Say it, tell me who you’re so wet for,” he demands, and your breathing hitches. “S’all for you, James, I’m so wet because of you,” you whisper to him, and he smirks devilishly. You clench around nothing but air, desperate for his cock to be inside you. “I want you so bad, James, please fuck me,” you beg to him desperately, and he chuckles.

Bucky goes to start taking off his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper that sometimes gets caught onto the fabric of his boxers a little too much. The black fabric slips off his skin like an extra layer of skin, and the sight of his hard cock beneath his briefs is so sexy. You let out a shaky breath, and you can just see how fucking huge he is. Impossibly long with a thickness that’ll leave you limping for at least a week or two.

“You know what’s so fucking hilarious, baby? Just moments ago, you were cursing me out, fuming at me and calling me pathetic, but look at you; you’re the pathetic one here. Practically drooling for my cock, so needy as soon as I put my hands on you,” Bucky scoffs, and you know he’s so right. He pulls down his boxers, and you watch as his cock springs out, slapping his lower abdomen and near his pretty Adonis bone.

He roughly pulls you up and sits down on the couch before dragging you onto his lap. You straddle the sides of his thick thighs, and his big cock presses right next to your pussy, between your legs. Beads of precum drip down the shaft of his cock, and some of it even sticks to your skin. “You want my cock, baby? Well, go ahead, you can have it,” he tells you, resting his hands on your hips.

You exhale nervously, knowing that his cock is gonna stretch you out so much, it’ll be borderline painful and pleasurable. You lift your hips up a bit, and Bucky’s hand grasps the base of his cock. He’s sticky and pulsating, a raging red that is almost purple if you squint your eyes enough. He drags it from your swollen little pearl all the way down to your drooling hole. The mild friction is absolutely amazing, making you moan softly.

Bucky shudders as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock inside of you. He almost wants to tease you so badly, make you beg for it until you’re sobbing and going all ditzy for him. But he’s not all the mean, and he can’t possibly be so cruel to the birthday girl. In one swift motion, Bucky pulls you down onto his cock, burying himself inside of you. You toss your head back and cry out as he stretches you painfully. The wet squelching pounds of your pussy are loud, but your moans are much louder.

He curses and bites down on his bottom lip, falling in love with the way your pussy hugs him tightly and the velvet feeling of your walls. No, no, no, he is not falling in love. He’s just desperate, that’s all. It takes you both a few seconds to adjust, and the painful stretch dulls down to immense pleasure. You struggle to control your breathing, though, because you’ve never taken anyone or anything as big and him. Months of wanting and needing him have finally come down to this, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He hopes you can feel it because nobody can heal it but you. Every single day he thinks about you, and his heart hurts. His heart hurts when he watches you leave and come home, it hurts when you both fight, and it hurts when he believes you could never love him. His mind still tells him that, and yet here you are, riding his cock on your birthday. He notices the way your bottom lip wobbles a bit, and he pities you.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, you’re doing so good. Ride my cock, birthday girl, I know you can do it,” Bucky praises with the most innocent smile ever. You nod your head and slowly begin to rock your hips, moving them up and down his cock. Bucky is torn; he doesn’t know whether he should stare at your pretty face or at where you’re both connected. Your slick coats his cock and leaves it glistening, and he watches as it disappears and reappears over and over.

His hand returns back onto your hips, and he gently guides you up and down his cock. Your pained whimpers soon turn to loud, slutty, desperate moans, and Bucky begins to fuck up into your cunt, meeting you at every thrust. “Fuck, yeah, that’s my good girl. Riding my cock so fucking good,” Bucky coos, and you can’t help but giggle. Warmth fills your chest, and pleasure blooms immensely in your core, and it’s the exact same for Bucky.

His balls slap against your ass, and his cock drives in and out of you. You ride him at a quicker pace, moaning loudly, and he nudges against your sweet spot. “You look so fucking sexy riding my cock, baby. Could watch you forever an’ ever,” Bucky purrs, gripping your hips even tighter. Electricity crackles up your spine, almost like a burning wire in a destroyed fuse box. Everything is so sensitive, and the searing pleasure builds up inside the two of you.

Beads of sweat drip down your neck, and it is the same for Bucky. His skin shines just like his cock does, and the veins on the side of it throb with every movement. The wet noises and the sound of skin on skin fills the room almost impressively. The neighbours would’ve already filed noise complaints if they still lived here, but they don’t. So Bucky’ll fuck your brains out until you can’t make a sound.

“Fuck, you’re close, aren’t you? Can feel the way that nice little cunt is squeezin’ my cock,” he groans, staring up at you with his jaw slightly slacked. Your eyes have glazed over, and you stare at Bucky’s face. You ride him using his dick for all your needs and wants. It’s just like you’ve imagined, even down to the pleasure you’re feeling. “Mhm, gonna come all over your big cock,” you whimper at a specific thrust.

And he’s close too. Though the serum should make him last longer, your pussy just defies those rules. He fucks into you faster and rougher, and your legs have turned to jelly. You collapse onto his chest and let him pound your pussy into oblivion. Bucky’s chest rumbles with a chain of moan and curses, and you look up at him. His metal arm is icy cold, just like his eyes. But his orbs are darker than regular ice. They resemble black ice more than anything.

The elastic band in your stomach twists up tightly until it can’t do anything but snap. And so it does. The dam breaks, and you’re suddenly coming around Bucky’s cock. Your cum coats his cock and drips down his balls as your body seizes up. Your jaw falls open, and your eyes roll back while you moan loudly. “Fuck, you look so pretty when you come,” Bucky breathes, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck.

You cry out loudly as Bucky sloppily fucks you through your orgasm and chases his own. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, knock you up with my kids. Fuck, you’d look so hot with a bump, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of your body,” he moans deeply, feeling his balls tighten up. He tosses his head back and curses, hitting his release. Ropes of cum shoot inside your cunt, painting your walls and even leaking out a bit. Somewhere, deep down inside Bucky, he truly hopes it sticks.

He moans loudly as his hips give a few shallow thrusts, prolonging his orgasm. You both sigh, slick with sweat and other bodily fluids that neither of you cares about. “Happy birthday…” Bucky whispers, pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “T- Thank you… How’d you know, though?” you question, even though his cock is still inside you. “Just did… Listen, I’m sorry–” he starts, but you cut him off. “Shh, I don’t care about anything but you, baby,” you tell him, whispering gently.

“Baby, but you.”

[little-diable]

I've decided to add a collection of my smutty priest fics, since this list will definitely keep on growing. Please remember that I am not allowing you to edit or copy those fics.

Birthday Celebration (only priest fics)

Priest Riddle

Hail Mary

The reader had been sent to a monastery because her parents no longer endured having her around. But perhaps Priest Riddle will know how to handle her.

Who prays for Satan?

Priest Riddle is the reader's theology professor, a man she has always found herself interested in, but things escalate when she joins his church for her internship.

"Angel" He calls me

Her mother accuses the reader of preparing a satanic ritual, so she hopes that Priest Riddle can free the young girl from the devil's grasp. What a shame that the young priest is even more cunning than the Devil himself.

Carnal Sin

The reader's mother had begged Priest Riddle to let the reader join his bible study, a bratty woman who wanted to make his life a living hell. Now it was time to finally teach her a lesson.

I own you

(Y/n) is a female priest working for Tom's local church. He visits her every Friday afternoon, confessing to his darkest secrets, but today he shares something else, something that forces her to follow his every command. Pwp basically

The Devil is Among us

The reader is in a desperate need, asking the Devil himself to help her with the daily struggles she keeps on facing. But what will she do when suddenly her local priest turns up?

Little Lamb

The reader helps Priest Riddle with his summer camp, guiding young children through prayers, through talks about God, and religion. She had been tied to him for years, he held her heart and soul hostage, taking her whenever he desires her.

The Devils Inside Me

The reader's parents think she is possessed by the devil, and only one man can free their daughter from His grasp.

Committed Sins

Priest Riddle and sister (y/n) keep on playing the same game over and over again, pwp

Holy Realm

(Y/n) has found her way back home, spending her summer vaction with her overly religious mother, who introduces her to a man that is set on blemishing her once pure soul.

The Rosary

Priest Riddle takes the reader's confession, and yet he does it quite differently than all other priests. Pwp.

Sacrifices (priest!dark smut)Father Riddle asks his community to think of sacrifices, ways to please God. But what if she doesn't have anything to offer, but her purity?

Priest Shelby

The Devil Works in Wicked Ways (smut)

She needs to be punished for ignoring priest Shelby's commands.

The sweet touch of darkness (smut)

The reader walks in on Priest Shelby fucking his hands, she tempts him and touches herself in front of him, hoping that he will finally give in. But all he wants is to free her from her sins - convinced that she is possessed by the devil's touch.

Preacher Barnes

Purity series (3/3)

She’s as innocent and bright as the day, he’s as dark and sinister as the night. What happens when the reader asks her preacher for help, to explain intimate gestures and feelings to her? Preacher Barnes has never been the best at voicing out his thoughts, so maybe he’ll just show her what it’s supposed to feel like.

Let me guide you child

The southern church community loves preacher James Barnes, but the reader appears to be the only one who has caught his interest, a woman that’s as wicked as the devil, luring the preacher right into her trap

A Preacher's Punishment

She has always been rebellious and even months after first joining the convent the reader is still a trouble maker. Her case calls for Preacher James Barnes, hopefully his punishment will put her back in her place.

A crime. A tragedy. A birth of something new - Priest Barnes (dark smut, dubcon)

She comes to the priest to confess, but he won’t forgive her for kissing a stranger, at least not before she pleases him to his liking. And (y/n) would do everything to please her one connection to God.

Priest Ried

The purest form of yourself (smut)

The reader's parents think that she's possessed by Satan, priest Reid is their last hope. And yet, even though he knows that she isn't guided by the dark Lord himself, the man of God can't help but take advantage of the situation.

Priest Styles

Forgive Me, Father (smut)

Harry and the reader have dated all through high school, but the second they leave for different colleges, Harry breaks up with her via text. The two cross paths about three years later. A lot can change in those years, but maybe some things will always stick around. Like their feelings for one another.

Priest Holland

Prey or Predator

The reader is crushing on young preacher Holland, a secret she thought she had kept safe, but Lee Bodecker has his eyes and ears everywhere she goes. Will she allow him to blackmail her into keeping her secret safe, or will she simply give into her desires for the preacher?

Father Paul (midnight mass)

Matthew 5:28

Father Paul and the reader fuck in his cabin.

Preacher Loki Laufeyson

Our sinful secrets (one of my faves)

Priest Laufeyson went with the reader’s father to war, returning with him years later. Many things have changed over the years, just like the reader has, finally all grown up and ready to sin with the handsome priest.

Lokasenna

Preacher Laufeyson is always right there to protect her, to make her feel safe, he is always right there to fuck her worries out of her. All while he is waiting for his plan to set into motion.

Hebrews 13:4

It's the day before the reader is supposed to marry her fiancé. He had asked her to wait till their wedding night, but she is too scared about messing things up, not knowing how to touch her husband to be. And who would be more fitting to help her out than the handsome priest?

Preacher Kylo Ren

Untitled

Preacher Ren fucks the reader in his church

Priest Malfoy

Colossians 3:25

Priest Malfoy teachers the reader a lesson for being so mouthy and bratty.

Priest Winchester

Drabble pwp

[hollandsmushroom]

A dom tom were the reader find him playing cod and she plays with him but then she say im going to get a snack and then she have an idea and put the song white tee summer Walker and come to tom and gave him. A lap dance. 🌝I hope you understand and yes i forget and then tom fucks her sooooo rough and haaaaarddddd and faaaaast and please let her sqouirt 2 times please ♏♏♏♏

Okay, I really hope that I got this right, and I hope that you like it. I wrote this in what felt like a fucking fever dream, like it just poured out of me.

A/N: This was my first time writing Dom!Tom or really even this rough of sex, I’ve never really written degradation before but I hope you enjoy. 

Request Something(Or tell me your thoughts on this piece)

Masterlist

Summary: Just look at the request

Word Count: 2,417

Warnings: Pure Filth, Degradation, Fingering, Lap dance, spanking(a couple mentions), Overstimulation, Riding, Squirting, internal Orgasm, Dom!Tom, Mean Dom!Tom, Biting, If I missed anything I’m sorry. 

 Silence filled your ears as your feet led you mindlessly down stairs, the knuckle of your thumb rubbing into your eyes as you tried to swipe away the sleep that had built up during your nap. You were in search of your boyfriend, waking up with an insatiable urge to hold him, that wasn’t the only thing that you wanted to do but your intent was not to go for the x-rated part of your needs first, you wanted to see you you could get Tom to initiate it, to tempt him. You followed the only noise you could hear in the house, guiding you to your boyfriend. Small utterances of exasperation leading you to the den. You leaned your shoulder against the door jam, watching Tom where he sat, his thumbs flitting rapidly over the controller, only making you think about how they would feel on your clit, rubbing over the pulsing nub. You shook your head, a physical attempt to shake those filthy thoughts loose from your brain. Your movement caught Tom’s attention, dragging his eyes from the TV to your oversized t-shirt clad frame, hair a mess from your pillow, a lazy smile  adorning his cheeks as he turned back to the screen.

“Afternoon sleepy head” he chided, eyes flitting back to you before scooting over on the couch. “Come sit” he offered, the empty space next to him inviting your form. You shouldered yourself off of the wall, walking towards Tom and picking up your pace for the few steps that you impaired his vision, your body colliding with the soft cushions of the couch as you fell back. You cheek met Tom’s bare shoulder, leaving light kisses in your way of saying Hello to him. 

“Love, you’re distracting me” he hummed, raising his shoulder and pushing you away from him, a small frown developing on your lips as you pouted at him, that hadn’t worked, an immediate and offhanded denial of your affections, this may be a little harder than you had thought. 

“Was only trying to love you but okay then” you bit at him, slightly grumpy at the rejection. 

“Sorry, babes, I’m trying to beat this level” he explained, it made more sense now but it didn’t mean you liked it. 

“Can I play?” you asked, if he was going to deny your affection then maybe you could do something with him, a lay over to your actual intention seeing as you had resolved that you would get dicked down before the sunset. 

“F’course, doll, here” he passed you a controller that was sat on the coffee table in front of you, not making eye contact but you purposely brushed your hand against his as you took the remote out of his hand. You pressed the center button and joined the game, smiling as you began to play alongside Tom. Throughout the game you made moves on him, getting closer to his body, rubbing your bare thigh against his, biting your lip in concentration and he managed to ignore all of it. 

You let out a moan when you character died, under the guise it was a moan of frustration but it came out close to pornographic, making Tom’s ears prick up his eyes moving to watching you next to him, your legs spread and you panty clothed core showing from under the hem of your shirt, a small wet patch catching his eye, a smirk spreading on his lips in realization, you were needy. 

“M’ gonna go get a snack” you mumbled, standing up and stretching your arms above your head, arching your back and sighing in pleasure, the upward motion of your shoulders exposing your panties and the bottom of your stomach. Tom knew what you were doing, and it made something boil inside of him, you were being a little brat, you could just ask for what you wanted, but no, you went about it this way. 

“kay” Tom responded, watching as your hips swayed on your way to the kitchen. He smiled to himself at your actions, proud that he managed to make you as horny as this without even doing anything. He went back to his game but his attention was no longer fully in the graphics that flashed across the screen, his mind now focused on the memory of your tight cunt and how well he filled you as you would scream his name, begging to cum. He noticed the addition of music to the atmosphere as you strutted back into the room, a devilish smile on your face as you fell to your knees in front of Tom, hands resting on his knee caps as you pushed them away from each other to spread his legs. His eyes widened at your bold movements, setting his remote control next to him on the couch and placing his hands behind his head. 

“Watcha’ doing, Love?” he hummed as you began to rise from your place on your knees, your chest brushing against his hardening cock, your pointed nipples poking through your shirt and catching Tom’s eyes as you continued to go up his body. 

“Giving you a show” you spoke as if it was obvious, because, well, it was. Tom captured his lip between his teeth as you put your knees on either side of his hips, grinding your hips down against his, eliciting a moan from the back of your throat as you threw your head back, arching your chest into his face. His hands went to grab your ass, instinct beginning to take hold, his need to dominate the situation, but you slapped his hands away. Crawling off of Tom’s heated body. You stood in front of Tom, stripping your top off and grabbing your breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples and biting your lip, looking Tom in the eye, teasing him. You turned around, bending down as if you were touching your toes and giving your ass a small shake, Tom had to hold his hand back from smacking or biting the supple flesh that was so tauntingly jiggling in front of his face. You sat back, placing your hand on his thighs and your ass on his dick, once again grinding down against him, this time making him moan. You began to move your hips in circles to the final beats of the song that you had been dancing to, your hands going back to behind both yours and Tom’s head, grasping that back of his neck and bringing you back flush to his front, arching your naked chest up as you finished your movements. 

As soon as the last notes of the song played out Tom’s hands were on your breasts, squeezing them harshly and tweaking the nipples aggressively between his fingers. 

“So needy for me, Love, you could have just asked,” Tom teased, his lips moving to just beneath your ear and beginning to suck on your sweet spot, sweet moans falling from your lips. 

“Tommy!” you moaned loudly, but you needed more “I need you Tommy, I need you” you breathed out between sighs of pleasure as the little stimulation he was giving you.

“What do you need, baby?” he wanted to hear you beg, to cry out in need for his cock or tongue or fingers.

“All of you, Tommy” you whimpered pitifully, the squeeze on your nipples nearly becoming too much. 

“Yeah? All of me, huh, how's this?” he asked, his fingers slipping into the front of your soaking wet panties, immediately applying ample pressure to your clit with his thumb and to fingers teased your dripping entrance, he smirked as he realize that your arousal had spread along your thighs and down your taint, pride growing in his chest at just how desperate you were for him. His fingers sank into your core without warning. 

“FUCK” you cried, his fingers beginning to slide in and out of you at a rapid pace, dragging against every ridge of muscle that adorned the walls of your tight cunt. His fingers picked up the pace, the only sounds in the room being your sighs and pants of pleasure and his fingers digging into you as if he was searching for something at your cervix. He bit down on your neck, whispering quietly to you. 

“You take my fingers so well, needy little slut aren’t you” he sucked over the spot he had just bitten, groaning as your hips ground back into his. “My needy little whore, all mine,” he whispered, his words in juxtaposition to the tone of his voice which carried the tone of worship, and it was, just your unique form of it. He curled the tips of his fingers into the soft spongy spot that hid deep within you, your legs trying to clamp around his hand as he repeated the motion. 

“T-T-Tom, I’m g-gonna cum” you managed to get out through the pleasure that was taking hold in every part of your body. His knees hooked in the inside of yours, holding you open for him to continue his assault on your core. 

“Cum for me, let go on my fingers, soak my palm, feel lucky that I’m letting you cum you fucking tease” he encouraged your orgasm, his thumb pushing upwards and harder against your clit, the extra pressuring sending you spinning into your orgasm, your cunt emitting a sloshing noise that made Tom bite his lip, knowing what had just happened as his hand got insanely wet. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you came down from your orgasm, the world around you seeming to still as you felt and uncommon amount of cool between your legs, your soaked panties sticking to your core as Tom withdrew his hand, turning you around in his lap so you faced him, watching as he brought his fingers to his parted lips and sucked them clean of the cum that now graced his pale digits, pulling pack and flattening his tongue against his palm, licking the slickness that had gathered on his palm.

He didn’t let you fully catch your breath, lifting you by your hips, ridding you of your soaked panties and sliding his pants down his hips, positioning his cock with one hand and guiding your hips with the other, slamming you down onto his length, fully sheathing himself in your heat with the first thrust. A scream ripping from the back of your throat as tears pricked your eyes, the stretch nearly too much for you to handle. 

“You’re gonna take what you get, this is what you get for teasing me” he bucked his hips up into yours, your ass slapping his thighs, the impact stinging your cheeks as he continued the motion, the relentless pull of his foreskin against your walls burning through your body as you arched your chest into Tom’s face, his teeth capturing one of your nipples and biting down hard, a mixture of pain and pleasure exploding through your body as you felt another orgasm building up in you. 

“Tom, I-I’m gonna cum again” you panted, it all felt too much but his lips replaced his teeth and he sucked relentlessly on your nub, tears leaking down your face as you came again, squirting onto Tom’s lap, it splashed off of where you skin met and soaked the bottom of Tom’s shirt, something you’re sure he would enjoy and avoid washing it for at least a couple days. Your body shook as everything went fuzzy, your head throwing back in pleasure causing your neck to crack but you didn’t care, too focused on the overstimulation of the fact your boyfriend's thrust had not slowed, in fact they had sped up. 

“Tom, can’t-I can’t, it's too much” you whimpered, your body feeling like an ember as Tom flipped your positions, your back meeting the cushions of the couch as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly. 

“You’re gonna take it baby,” he demanded, knowing that if you really needed it to stop you would say the safe word. “I’m close baby, but I’m gonna make you cum a third time before I fill you with my cum, like the little cum slut you are,” his voice was shaky, he was fighting against his orgasm, wanting to see you fall apart one more time before he came and ceased his movement. Your body hadn’t fully recovered from your last orgasm when you felt your third one building already. 

“Tommy, I’m-” you didn’t finish the sentence, a mixture of cold and warm pleasure beginning to burn in your cunt, overtaking the veins in your lips and spreading down your thighs to your feet, toes curling in response as the feeling moved up as well, igniting your breasts and your mouth falling slack, your whole body going tense and Tom kept thrusting into you, cumming deep inside of your cunt with loud shouts of your name, but you couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. You came back when he pulled all the way out of you, grabbing his wet cock in his hand and jerking the rapidly softening flesh, letting the final spools of cum shoot from the slit in the tip and fall onto your sweaty cum covered frame. You watched as the white ropes landed on your skin, admiring how they looked till you couldn’t hold your head up anymore, letting it fall back into the cushions, eyes falling shut as your body went slack. Tom’s eyes widened as he saw this, worry rising in his body as you lacked motion, your breath too shallow and your sudden collapse leading him to think that something was seriously wrong. 

“Love?” he asked tentatively, praying that you responded. 

“Hmm?” you groaned, eyes fluttering open and meeting his worried orbs, highly contrasting to the pitch black shade of desire that they had been moments before. 

“Oh thank god, I thought I had fucked you to death, and though you brought it upon yourself that isn’t how I was hoping this saturday would end” his words making you giggle.

“I just needed that dick” you spoke as you tried to sit up, only to have Tom wrap his arms around you and pick you up, The cum that was on your torso rubbing against his shirt, now marking it with the both of your guys cum. 

“And you got it, now you need a bath” he kissed the top of you head softly as he lead you to the bathroom. 

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