#the rest of the songs could be tongue in cheek. the whole thing could be a funny VA in joke.

[moviebunny]

“No Children” by the Mountain Goats is on Gangle’s VA’s Ribbun playlist

[boofeine]

complicated freak – lsk

pairing: dk x fem reader

genre: smut one shot

synopsis: you feel horrible for pretending to pay attention at anything he might be rambling in front of you right now; your thoughts wherelse, at the image of his thick cock.

warnings: mdni, fingering, dirty talk, roleplay (kinda), one single spank, cum, riding, mention of face riding, fighting dominance, descriptive, protected penetrative sex

song: baby said by maneskin / complicated freak by harry styles / ironically shhh! by viviz also came out :)

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @unlikelysublimekryptonite

Seokmin is a lot of things, but what he's most known for is his sweetness and kindness. That's what draws you in on first place. He's so welcoming, makes your heart flutter just from receiving his attention. You were done for, when you got yourself just a little bit way too into it, into him, the way butterflies come to your stomach when he gets shy on your presence.

It came as a surprise for you too, when he turned a completely different person between sheets. You have no idea in which point you got yourself in here, but it's definitely not your last. You got your body against his more times than you could admit, and crave it more than you think you should. The problem is that he's so soft, it makes you feel dirty for having this thoughts when he's not burried on your pussy.

You feel horrible for pretending to pay attention at anything he might be rambling in front of you right now. Your thoughts wherelse, at the image of his thick dick. He rests his back on the sofa, his spread legs on the floor not doing any good either as you stare at his side profile while he talks.

The outline of his nose making you remember how deliciously it pokes at your clit while he tongue fucks you, a rush of heat spreading on your body up to your cheeks as your core suddenly feel needy for his attention. Every time he looks up to the ceiling like he's thinking what he will say next, gathering his thoughts, your mind is wilding in how you want to climb up that couch and sit on his pretty face.

"What do you think?" Seokmin's voices echoes, making you blink at him, having not a clue what he's talking about as he stares back at you, waiting for some type of response.

"Hm? Sorry?" You tilt your head, not going unnoticed that you weren't paying attention, your heart dropping to a whole, feeling guilty.

"The movies on saturday? That is this one new movie I was talking about..." He starts again but the ache on your pussy is getting unbearable.

"Hum... Hum... Sounds good" You let out. Your hand shamelessly caressing his biceps, going down his arms as you slightly pull it to you. It's not innocently that the motion makes his soft fingers grease against your exposed thighs. You suppress a gasp, your mouth agape, his hands close enough to where you need him the most.

"Oh, sorry" He says, resting his hand on the side of your body instead, as you tug to his arm. Fuck! Why is he so sweet?

He starts talking about something else again. The same guilty creeping through you as you don't pay a single attention, your body going further as if he will be able to read the signs.

"Seokmin, baby..." You interrupt him mid word, his face moving to look at you, the pet name coming out as a surprise to him "I know you want to talk but my pussy is so fucking wet right now" You shamelessly confess as his eyes bulge.

"Oh-" It's all he's able to reply. Your hands that haven't left his arms, pulling it to your legs. His eyes following your motions and back to your face "You know I'm a little sad you weren't listening to me" He says, not true to his words.

"Seokmin... I-" You try.

"No, No" He cuts off immediately "I was saying something that I really wanted you to know but all you can think of it's my cock on your pussy" He mocks, his big hands gripping a hand full of your thighs this time.

"I'm sorry" You pouts and he giggles a little.

"You should be" He says, restraining his hands from your skin as he takes this to where you left it "So, as I was saying, there's this restaurant..."

You groan, your head going back as you get tired of waiting and being nice "Fuck, Seokmin! Shut up" You let out, your hands grabbing and guiding his hand to your pussy. He laughs, he fucking laughs at how desesparate you are. Pushing the skirt of your dress up to expose your clothed core, his fingers greasing over the material as you relax at his touch, your head going back, eyes shut at finally feeling something.

"They do have really good food" He says back about the damn restaurant to provoke you as you grunt, frustrated. He leans a little closer to your face, cupping your cunt through the thong "But don't worry, the only thing I can think of eating is you right now" He lowers his tone to whisper it to you.

"Good" You answer "Thought you'd never shut up" Your smart mouth takes over as he smirks.

His hand pulls your thong to the side, taking a long stroke at your folds as you mewl, a heavy breath getting out like it needed to. Your hips bulking to his hand and legs spreading almost instinctively.

"Shit, you really are wet" he responds. Seokmin gathers the slick up to your clit, massaging the muscle in small circles. the grip you have on his arm getting stronger each motion of his fingers. You're wet enough to hear the sounds of it as he goes down to enter you with his digits. Your nails dig to his skin, your head lowering as your forehead rests where his shoulders and arms meet. The gasps turning into moans as he fucks you. He moves slowly, watching you break.

"Seokmin, baby..." You say gripping his wrist this time. That fucking pet name again, he wont ever get used to it, his cock tightening on his pants. "Wait" you push him out, your cunt pulsating with the loss but just enough to get up and take your thong out and sit on his lap. He welcomes you like he always does, watching you undo his jeans to be met at the sight of his hardening length pressing on his boxers. But before you can even drink in the sight, he's back at pushing two fingers inside you. Your back arch when he curls them inside, getting on your sweet spot.

You moan out his name as he presses the spot continuously with the tip of his fingers. You can't help but roll your eyes, the knot forming on your stomach as an unimaginable amount of arousal slip out of your entrance. "Fuu- ah! Minnie... Not yet, please!" You beg as you feel your legs shake.

Like he's so obedient to you, he stops, restraining his hands as you squirm over him. "You made a show to have it, and now you're going back?" he spits out as you still try to calm down your breathing, eyes slowly opening.

"I want..." You try.

"What? Say it" he demands as his wet hands from your slick goes under his boxers, taking his cock out with a gasp of relieve. You stare at it, the way he spreads the wetness on his cockhead making you whine at the view.

"I want your cock... inside me" You plea as he starts to bump himself, letting out a groan.

"Of course you do" He says smartly with a smirk "Go get a condom on my wallet" He says. You reach for his pocket, knowing he came with anything else, his wallet soon found as you open it, the package on one of his spaces as you take it from it. You throw it somewhere beside you as you immediately start to open the condom. He hands his base, aligning it for you as his other hand digs to your hips, pulling you to him, watching you take over, pressing up on the plastic before sliding it down his length.

He holds you firmly as you take his base instead, guiding his head to your entrance when you get your body up to receive him. You press him inside, feeling the delicious stretch, your body threatening to give up while you slowly sit down on him. You can see his breathing pace fastening, his chest rising and falling, but you're no different, your head going down, your foreheads getting together as you can feel each others breath. You finally bottoms out, your body relaxing while he takes your mouth on his for the first time today. It's all too much, a whine coming out on his lips when his tongue asks for space. The kiss airy and needy as you make out.

When you feel the neediness again, already adjusted to his size, you start rolling your hips, low moans coming from him as he guides you with his hands on your waist. "Fuck!" he swears under his breath, feeling your walls pulsating around his cock. "Was this what you needed, hm? Was that all running on that head while I was talking?" He says, and you just moan, picking up your pace as if it was going to answer him. "The pretty heads, always the nastiest thoughts, isn't it?" But he isn't any different, he thinks. Those thoughts run just the same for him, too.

You are not answering in words but going faster on him. Until even this, It's not enough. Your hips going up just to sit back in. His head going back with a roll of his eyes as you start to bounce on his cock. His hands going back to your ass cheeks, spreading them apart. "Stopped me just to use my cock as your little fuck toy... so unpolite" He speaks again and you groans.

Your palms fastening to press against his lips as he yelps, but you can see the smirk from his eyes. "You don't ever shut up, do you?" You spit out, your thrusts going faster, the skin slapping sounds starting to fill the room "I guess next time I should take my first plan of sitting on your face. At least then you can talk between my legs if that's something you want so much. How does that sound?" You get closer to say those words, your hand prettily silencing him as you stare at his watery glistening eyes. You can feel the way he twitches inside you and the muffled moans coming out. You know he loves it.

You suddenly calm down your pace, turning it into firm deep, slow thrusts. The heat and pleasure building up as you push yourself to the edge. Your walls hugging him tightly as he starts to feel his balls tightening too. "Cum for me, baby. Come on... make it worth it" You talk him through it, his knuckles white from gripping your ass so hard, leaving red marks of his big hands on it.

It comes at a surprise when he bites the skin of your palm, your hands jumping out of him as you yelp "Fuck, Seokmin! Are you crazy!?" You scream, your cheeks turning red. He hands you in place, starting to fuck you instead, thrusts meeting up your hips. You moan, your hands driving its way to his hair so you can tug on something.

"You should learn to behave and talk nicely" He grunts out, the throaty voice and drool over his lips doesn't go unnoticed. Heat collecting around your bodies, both of you getting close to cumming. "Someone has to teach you a really good lesson" He says lastly, his palm arriving to your skin with one loud hard slap on your ass cheek. The skin tingles, your body going stiff and mouth agape, like you stopped breathing for a second, before you finally let it go. Your body shaking as you cum with a breathy moan. Your pussy clenching nonstop as he cums with a loud gasp right after you. His load emptying on the condom.

Both of you rolling your hips messily trying to ride off your highs, until you're tired and giving up. The wetness is thick enough to make him slide out unintentionally as you both whine from the loss.

You sit back on his thighs, staring while he takes off the condom from his flacid length, tying it up with a knot. His balls and inner thighs glistening with your own juices as you hince at the sight, "I'm sorry..." You say it smally, but he smiles.

"It's ok... I love it" He replies, pulling you to him. And for a moment, you two just stay there, tangled up on each other before gathering corage to get up and clean up the mess.

[jhdyuiee]

Baby, you drive me crazy

ᥫ᭡ pairing: bf!jaehyun x fem!reader

ᥫ᭡ synopsis: there's no denying, Jaehyun is utterly crazy for you and he's determined to show you just how much whether it takes the whole night til' morning.

ᥫ᭡ tags/warnings: smut!, oral (f recieving), fingering, kissing/make-out, unprotected sex (dont forget to wrap it up!), hand job, nipple&breast play, blindfolding, creampie, multiple orgasms, cowgirl&mate-press, ossessive jae :0, cursing, pet-names (baby, darling)& name-calling (good girl)

ᥫ᭡ w.c: 2.5k

ᥫ᭡ a.n: erm… hey guysss!! its been over a week since my last fic && i decided to come back with another one! this one came to be while i was writing my previous one (if u haven’t checked it out here it is: a wish or two.)! honestly the inspiration for this lies on a song, 3D by jungkook… i love jaehyun so much i literally can’t stop writing abt him ㅠㅠ , i have my txt concert today, very much excited hehe!!! anyhow bye bye for now ;( i love u all && stay safe plss. jiji out 🤍 !!!

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we’d arrived back at my apartment after a long night. we went out to eat at this fancy italian restaurant, but dinner ended up being shorter than I expected. all because of jaehyun’s behavior.

I watched jaehyun as he shut the door, and took off his coat. I followed soon after taking off my coat.

“care to explain what that was about jae,” I asked as I took off my heels.

jaehyun faces me, “jealousy.” I looked at him puzzled, “you can’t be serious jae.”

“but of course I am,” he said, backing me into a wall. “you’re mine yet that stupid waiter has the audacity to look at you like some full course meal.”

“he was not,” I crossed my arms, rolling my eyes. “he so was, and right in front of me too!” he says, slightly raising his voice. ‘what’s up with him?’

“jae-“ he interrupts me. “you’re mine. all mine. now say it.”

i just stare at him, blank. ‘he can’t be serious right now.’ “why,” I muttered. he looks at me and smirks, “are you saying you’re not mine?”

“what? of course not!” I replied quickly. “then why aren’t you saying it,” he questions, he’s now a centimeter or two away from me.

“I-i’m yours.”

his smirks turns into a smile, “fuck do you drive me so utterly insane.” with a lift of his hand, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “i love you,” he kissed my cheek. “that’s why i do this shit because i love you,” he repeats.

“i love you so fucking much baby it’s driving me insane. I want to murder every fucker who even dares look your way.” he whispers into my ear. a small whimper leaves me; his words, closeness, and whispers send a warm sensation throughout my body.

he brings his lips to kiss my ear, then temple, cheek, and jaw, ghosting over my lips. oh god how i wanted him already.

“god, you're so beautiful. the things i would do to you right now,” he mutters.

I hesitated for a moment, “then show me.” I could feel as my face heated up from the embarrassment. I hear a small chuckle before he says, “oh I will baby.”

in a flash all clothing was gone from our bodies, lips clashing against each other. it wasn’t gentle, sweet, or delicate; it was rough, wet, and hot. jaehyun's tongue invading my mouth, and his hands rubbing all over my body as I straddled him. I could feel my wetness seeping into his thighs, and his semi-hard cock resting on my ass.

I moaned into the kiss whenever he would slap my ass harshly, and then grope it. he parted first, “you're leaking so much onto me, want me that bad huh?” he teases. “ye-yes please,” I begged him. I always turned into a fool, he’d turn me into a fool. however I wasn’t complaining.

“tell me then, fingers or tongue?” he questions me, as he sucks onto my neck. I was sure to wake up with a million love bites and marks tomorrow. “to-tongue!” I yelped when he sucked too harshly. I felt as he smiled, parting from my neck.

“lay down for me then darling.” I obliged, quickly laying on my back, spreading my legs open. “good girl,” he says, slapping my cunt. I moaned out his name and arching my back.

jaehyun kisses his way from my mouth, to my tits, stomach, and then my clit. his lips lingered on my clit for a while longer before licking a strip on my cunt. my legs immediately lock around his neck, hands gripping his hair. he kisses my inner thighs, sucking on the skin too. he give my right thigh one bite, making me lean towards his face. he lets out a breathy sigh before indulging me.

jaehyun begins with his kitten licks against my cunt. then moving onto giving my clit some attention. I feel as his lips wrap around the sensitive nerve. his fingers then pry open my folds. he sticks his tongue in for a second before pulling out. I could tell was all in effort to tease me. I groaned in frustration, I wanted him so badly. “patience baby, or else I won't hesitate to stop.” I stay still, and he begins again.

his tongue continues working against my folds and clit, licking and lapping everything up. “so sweet, pussy always tastin’ so yummy,” he mutters on my cunt. he devoured me like i was his last meal, like this would be the last time he could enjoy such a delicacy. his eyes flickered up to look at me as he slid his tongue in between my folds again. he teased my hole, poking his tongue in and then pulling out. with me one last lick he parting from my pussy. i whimpered at the loss of sensation.

“why’d you stop?” I looked at him. “because I wanna try something real quick,” he says mysteriously. I watched as jaehyun entered my closet, he seemed to be searching for something. that something ended up being a… ‘blindfold?’

he came back, his knees dipping into the mattress. I placed my hands on his chest, stopping him from getting closer. “wha-what are you doing?” I asked nervously.

jaehyun plasters on a smirk, “what does it look like, i’m blindfolding you.” I let out a small gasp as he wraps the fabric on my eyes. it was pitch black, but oddly enough this was turning me on. jaehyun was fulfilling his dark fantasy.

I could only feel what he was doing to me. his lips kissed my cheek, jaw, and lips in a gentle manner. his lips then moved along to my breasts. he engulfed one of my breasts into his mouth. he sucked on it before licking and biting on my nipple. the sensation caused me to squirm which only made him groan onto my breast.

meanwhile the other breast was being fondled by his hand. I felt as he continuously pinched my nipple with his fingers. those fingers and tongue of his were like magic, i was practically wet all over again. after a while he gave my other breast the same treatment, but his hand went further down.

he rubbed my clit with his thumb and used two of his fingers to rub my folds. he parts from my breast with a pop, “so wet all over again aren’t ya?” I nod my head, unable to speak. I felt his lips going back to my breasts, and his fingers working on my folds. then unexpectedly intruded into my hole. I moaned out his name, arching my back. being blindfolded like this was a new yet thrilling experience. i loved it.

I could hear the squelching sounds of my wet pussy as his fingers thrusted in and out of me. he groans on my tit when I clenched around his fingers. “mmm~ do-don’t st-stop!” I practically screamed. I was closer to cumming than usual, but I didn’t care I needed to cum so badly. he lets go of my breast, “you love that dont ya? love the blindfold?” “yes!” I screamed unconsciously. I hear as he lets out a chuckle, “you won’t stop clenching around me, you close aren’t ya?”

“ye-yes pl-please~ let me cum.” “how nice of you to beg, such a good girl you are,” he says. however, his actions prove otherwise. all sensations of my upcoming orgasm gone. jaehyun took his fingers out, “open your mouth.” I opened it, and he placed the fingers laced with my juices into my mouth. I sucked and licked his fingers clean, squirming underneath him. I just wanted to cum so badly at this point. I needed it.

he takes out his fingers from my mouth. “good girl now I think you deserve to cum don’t ya.” I chanted “yes!” and a satisfied groan erupted from him, before he went down. he placed my legs on his shoulders, in which I locked them around his neck. sweet kisses were placed on my inner thighs, with a bite or two along the way. that was until he reached my aching cunt.

he wastes no time this time around. jaehyun begins by licking a strip on my cunt before diving his tongue into my hole. I could only feel as his tongue pushed inside me, stretching me open. I buckled my hips forward, wanting his tongue to reach me even deeper. his hot breath came in contact with my clit, elevating the stimulation. I was losing it, wet patches of tears formed on the blindfold. the knot in my stomach tightened but was ready to break loose.

his tongue curled against my velvety gummy walls. so close, I was beginning to tighten around him. he thrusts his tongue inside, but then I feel something else inside me. I instinctively reach to pull the blindfold off. my eyes immediately to shooting to jaehyun. he had not only his tongue inside me now, but his fingers as well. “oh fuck!” I moan. jaehyun flicked his eyes up, his tongue out. “what a bad girl you are, why’d you take off the blindfold?” he questions licking my juices from his lips. I apologize, “I did it unconsciously!”

he laughs, before picking up the pace of his fingers. the rapid speed in which he thrusted within me was enough to have me crashing down. my pussy gushed out, I was embarrassed. my orgam evident, as it was all over jaehyun’s chest and arm. fuck.

“so messy,” he says, kissing my lips. when he pulls away, he starts licking his fingers clean. groaning and whispering how delicious I taste.

a moment later, jaehyun ended up laying beside me letting us rest, but I had no desire to rest. I got up and straddled him. one of my hands traveled to his cock. I used his pre-cum as a lubricant to stroke him. I jerked his cock at slow pace, wanting him to feel desperate and beg for me. however, jaehyun only let out groans, his face scrunching. “how cute,” I muttered. he opens his eyes, “what was that?” I shake my head, dismissing his question. before he can ask again, I lift my hips. jaehyun’s cock was still in my hold, it was rock hard now.

I aligned myself to his cock, sinking myself into him deeper and deeper. his length never failed to satisfy me. he was always so, “b-big!” I squealed. his hand slaps my ass, “and this tight pussy can never get used to it, huh.” I moaned at his words, clenching on his cock. once I got it all in I felt the fullness in my stomach. his tip touched my cervix so perfectly.

with his hands on my hips and mine on his chest, I began bouncing on him. I started slowly, getting myself adjusted to him first. after a while I began going faster, I watched as jaehyun kept his gaze at where we were conjoined. I bit my bottom lip, as I continued riding him. the pleasure was electrifying, his cock reached my deepest spots.

jaehyun’s gaze tore from where we were conjoined to my bouncing tits. the poor things were practically on top of his face, bouncing as I bounced on him. jaehyun took his hands to cup both breasts. he squeezed them together, bringing his mouth to my nipples. his tongue licked and glided on my nipples, but then he used his teeth to bite on my buds which elicited small moans from my mouth. “j-jae!” I called out for him. his eyes met mine, a small plastered on his face as he sucked on my nipple. “pl-please touch me here,” I asked, grabbing one of the hands on my tits down to my clit.

he lets go of my breasts, my statement and actions capturing his attention. “if that’s what my baby wants,” he says, capturing my lips in a filthy kiss. the kiss was supposed to be a distraction, a distraction from the way he rubbed and pinched on my clit. our kiss concealed my moans, I was getting so fucking close. he must’ve felt it too as I began clenching around his cock and slowing down my pace. he parts from the kiss, watching me intently as I finally reached my high. I threw my head back, rolling my eyes to the back as I spasmed around his cock. “fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groans, lifting himself up a bit.

his hands stoked my back, his lips leaving a gentle kiss on my shoulder. his actions felt sweet, gentle, kind but I should’ve known. I should’ve known the man below was going to take control. jaehyun’s hands landed on my hips once again, lifting my hips and thrusting them back down. my thurst met his thrust, it was so overstimulating that tears began pooling out—fuck.

jaehyun’s pace was ruthless, uncomparable to mine. it was a good thing though when I felt jaehyun’s cock twitch inside me–a tell all sign that he was close. his thrust got sloppy, and a low moan erupted from him. his hot white seeds shot inside my womb.

“fu-fuck,” i said weakly against his neck. he chuckled before kissing my temple. “ready?” he says and before I could mutter a word he turns me with my back against the mattress.

“hold,” he says as he pressed my legs to my chest. I obeyed him, holding them while he jerked his cock. it didn’t take long before he was inside me again.

in this position he reached me even deeper, it felt like I was folded in half. I watched as he placed his hands on top of mine to maneuver himself before he began thrusting. his cock wrapped around my cunt for perfectly.

“so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth. his trusts were so rough that I was sent into an abyss. every ounce of my body felt the pleasure. i could only chant his name like a prayer, whimper, and say incoherent words. my brain and senses were gone, the only thoughts consuming me were him, his cock.

“pl-please! mm-more! don’t stop jae!” all I could hear was a low curse from him, before he bent my legs a little deeper. he ravaged me like an animal. at this point i was yelling, not caring about the neighbors or their sleep. i only cared for him.

suddenly the knot in stomach unleashed, my pussy tightened around his cock as my orgams came gushing out. it splattered all of his chest and thighs. it felt so relieving.

jaehyun bites his bottom lip, his cock twitching inside me once more. he kept going at it throughout my orgasm in an effort to reach his.

it wasn’t long before his seeds coated my walls again. “good girl, you did so good for me baby,” he says as fucks his seeds into me even deeper. a while later he finally pulls out, my pussy feeling a sudden emptiness. yet my womb felt so full.

I turned to my side, when jaehyun laid down beside me. he embraced me, the warmth radiating throughout my body. he kisses his way to my mouth, parting to say: “don’t think we’re even done yet. I promised to show you just how much I love ya even if it takes all night long.”

© jhdyuiee

2024.05.21

final a.n: thank you so much for reading! i hope this was a read you all enjoyed! live laugh love jaehyun 😛

[osachiyo]

ʚ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɞ | fyodor d. & dazai o.

† ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs : fyodor dostoevsky & dazai osamu x fem!reader

† ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : nsfw content (mdni), rough sex, deepthroating, hair pulling, edging, uses of sex toys (dildo), pussy slapping, face slapping, spitroast, fingering, oral (f & m), unprotected sex (please be careful irl), fyozai is a warning in itself, degradation etc

† ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ : HAHA I TOLD U GUYS I'D DO A FYOZAI FIC SOMEDAY!! finally done with this, I wanted to make it longer but felt like I was holding it up for too long. happy reading & I hope you guys enjoy <3 not proofread!!

"aren't you just adorable?" Dazai smirked, cheek resting on his palm as he took in the view you offered them.

Tears dripped down your swollen and puffy cheeks, making your skin glisten. The two men infront of you merely chuckled, clearly enjoying your suffering.

You were beyond frustrated, being edged for god knows how long, thighs starting to ache from the squatting position as you rode that god forsaken dildo you used to fuck yourself earlier that night, behind Dazai and Fyodor's backs. You just couldn't help it, so so needy everytime they leave you alone. You were just a dumb little girl after all, their stupid little plaything. "are you enjoying yourself, dear?" Fyodor cooed, thumb wiping the salty water from your eyes as you shook your head vigorously. A hand wrapped itself around your hair, tugging on it harshly, "good," Dazai's tone was low, an edge to his usually cheery sing-song voice, making you shudder.

It was all so lewd, the way they could see everything, pussy squelching as your juices drip down the dildo, coating the cheap silicone with your essence. "does this feel better than our cocks, my dear? you did look like you were enjoying yourself quite a bit when you were pleasuring yourself like a little whore behind your masters' backs," Fyodor hummed, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes holding a mysterious glint. His voice was flat and he held a perfect pokerface, making you unable to figure out if he was upset or not. You sniffled, cheeks puffed out into a pitiful pout, "n-no! I swear—!" you were cut off by your own gasp when the dildo started vibrating. You didn't know it could do that. The two men snickered between themselves, dangling a remote control infront of your dumbfounded face.

"what? cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" Dazai laughed, turning the vibrations up, making your whole body jolt as your eyes crossed slightly, pussy clamping down on the dildo so tightly that it almost slipped out, jaw slack as you tried your best to hold yourself together. "we knew all along, just wanted to test you," the brunnete cooed, tilting your chin up with his thumb to make you look up at him with those puffy, teary eyes that he grew to love. He leaned closer, wiping the tears dripping down your heated cheeks before squeezing them harshly, his breath tickling your ear, "and you failed."

You couldn't keep count of how many times they had denied your orgasm, making you beg, beg and beg, only to laugh at your face for being so pathetic and needy. Eventually, you became too tired from bouncing on the dildo. Now with your back against Fyodor's chest as he worked the toy in and out of your battered cunt while Dazai busied himself between your spread legs. You could feel his hot breath fanning against your clit as the ravened hair man fastened the pace of the pretty pink toy inside of your gooey cunt. "такая непослушная девчонка, да?" Fyodor's deep voice woke you from the trance you were in. You didn't understand a thing he said but god, him speaking russian made you clench harder on the vibrating toy, making Dazai's breath hitch as more of your sweet juices gushed out. You threw your head back when Dazai's lips wrapped around your clit, swirling his tongue around the aching bud, making you gush all over the place from the overwhelming pleasure. Fyodor only scoffed, pulling the toy out of you with a wet 'pop!' before you could fully enjoy the orgasmic bliss. "I thought I had made it clear that you are forbidden to cum without my permission, without our permission?" Dazai pulled away from your cunt begrudgingly, strings of your arousal sticking to his lips, "looks like our dumb little slut can't even follow simple rules now, huh?" He landed a swift smack to your clit just as you were about to protest, a pathetic cry escaping your plump and swollen lips. "now, why don't you apologize and beg for our forgiveness, my dear?" Fyodor cupped your breasts from behind, twisting and pulling at your hardened buds as you hiccuped, nodding. " 'm so sorry, I—!" you were cut off by dazai burying his face back into your pussy, licking and sucking on your lower lips. "continue," Fyodor sighed, rubbing small circles into your hip as you tried your best to collect yourself. It was so fucking hard to focus with Dazai between your pretty legs, his bandaged hands gripping your thighs apart as his nose bumped your clit everytime his tongue slipped into your warm, sticky hole. " 'm sorry that I..touched myself w-while you two were busy— mm!— and for- for being such a bad girl," you sniffled, fat tears dripping down your cheeks like two waterfalls, gasping when Dazai shoved two of his slim fingers into your cunt, curling them just right to have you seeing stars. "and— oh!— and I'll never ever d-do it again! just please— pleasepleaseplease let me cum! I'll be a good- good girl, I promise!" you sobbed, toes curling as the chestnut haired man's pace got faster, drilling his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace while his tongue worked wonders on your pearl. Fyodor's hand smoothed down your bare back, chuckling when the faintest goosebumps appear on your skin from his unusually cold temperature, "apology accepted. cum." And that's all you needed to squirt all over Dazai's face with a high pitched squeal, soaking his brown locks along with the collar of his shirt as he tried his best to swallow all your juices, not leaving a drop behind. "atta girl, did so good for us, yeah?" Dazai hummed between your thighs, voice muffled from your pussy. His voice was smooth, and an octave lower, dripping with arousal and carnal hunger for you, to ruin you beyond repair.

You were now on your hands and knees, worshipping Dazai's cock as Fyodor played with your oversensitive pussy. His cold fingers ghosted over your clit before cracking down a harsh spank on it. You cried and gurgled around the brunnette's cock. "easy now, darling. wouldn't want my pretty girl to choke," he cooed, wiping a stray tear from your eye. Your makeup was absolutely ruined, mascara running down your face in streaks along with your seemingly unending tears as your lipstick smudged and formed rings around Dazai's throbbing cock, from the tip to all the way down to the base. Fyodor wasn't at all happy with all of your attention on his rival, meanly pinching your clit between his thumb and pointed finger before landing another harsh smack on it. You jolted and tried to look back at him, but Dazai's grip was firm, locking your head in place as he thrusted up into your awaiting mouth. It was astounding how much strength he had, despite having being on the leaner side. He wasn't called the 'demon prodigy' for no reason. Your attention went back to the man behind you once again, when you felt something hot circling your entrance; his cock. It was so pretty, he wasn't on the girthier side but the length made up for it. You could see beads of precum pearling at his slit, letting you know that he wanted this just as much as you.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull when he finally, finally pushed into you, pussy sucking him in deliciously. Fyodor felt his breath hitch, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried his best not to moan from the feeling of your cunt gripping him so nicely, he couldn't, not infront of Dazai. The said man only chuckled, knowing exactly what was going on in the raven's mind, "feels good, huh?" Fyodor merely ignored him, focusing on the euphoric feeling of you wrapped around his cock. God, he didn't even realize how badly he had been wanting this, too intent on punishing you. Lithe fingers found your aching clit once again, rubbing the delicate pearl gently as he slowly rocked into you. You could feel him inside your tummy, setting your insides ablaze as he makes himself at home inside that sweet, sweet heaven between your legs.

Dazai, on the otherhand, was anything but gentle; fingers tangled in your hair as he held you in place, thrusting in and out of your mouth vigorously. Your jaw started to hurt, it'll most definitely be sore tomorrow but you didn't care. Not while getting pounded so nicely by Fyodor, as Dazai deepthroated you ruthlessly.

Fyodor was now slamming into you with much more force, blunt fingernails leaving small indents on your supple skin. His cock felt like it was about to burst, a creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock, while his eyes slightly rolled back from your pussy tightening around him. Your focus was now solely on Fyodor and the way he ruined your pussy so additively, and Dazai was not having any of that. Your eyes widened when you felt a sharp sting on your left cheek, before his thumb smoothed it down, "focus on this cock, yeah angel? god, fuuck— you're taking me so well," he moaned, yanking your head up and down by your roots, snot and tears dripping down your face at the roughness of it all.

The inside your lower tummy kept getting hotter and hotter, before bursting into flames as your orgasm hit you like a truck. " 's good— so goood—" you slurred, unable to think straight as the ravened man came inside you with one last thrust, slim hips flush against your ass, while he shot his load inside of you with a guttural groan. Dazai came shortly after, pulling out at the last moment to cum all over your face, some of it even got in your hair. You were utterly exhausted, eyes about to close— "now, how about..this time, fedya takes this little mouth, while I ruin that pretty pussy of yours further?" "I think that is a wonderful idea," Fyodor agreed, still breathless from blowing your back out.

you were so in trouble.

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[nottswitch]

Pleasee 26 and 123 with lorenzo and stutt 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

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prompt list

26. "come to bed."

123. "fix your makeup."

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the way your ass moved in that skirt was the most sinful thing lorenzo had seen in his life. his darkened eyes were watching your every move with the intensity of a true snake, burning invisible holes thorough your body wherever they went. his demeanor was as nonchalant as ever, though, his legs spread wide on the bed, his hands clasped on his stomach. the grey sweatpants he was wearing did absolutely nothing to hide a visible bulge at the front, throbbing every few seconds underneath the thin fabric.

you were completely oblivious to his growing arousal, covering your lips with another layer of shiny lipgloss. lorenzo bit the inside of his cheek, his own lips already curled up in a smirk, and moved one of his hands down his body. his palm rested on top of his clothed erection, slowly moving up and down, which made his cock twitch even more. the way your lips shone in the bright lights coming from your vanity mirror made him imagine all the different ways he could make them shine from other things.

you smacked your lips together, evenly spreading out the gloss. the sounds went straight down south for lorenzo, whose hand was already slipping into his sweats.

"come to bed," he murmured, his voice smug as usual, but with a certain huskiness to it that immediately let you know what kind of thoughts were running through his head. you turned around, your eyebrow quirking up at the sight opening up to your eyes – lorenzo’s hand clearly moving, covered by the grey fabric of the only item of clothing on his body.

"well, babe, i’m going out," you answered, your voice filled with amusement and a hint of desire – it had never failed to arouse you just how much your mere existence could turn your boyfriend on. but then again, he was turned on nearly 24/7, the feeling only heightened by you being close – in this case, in the same room.

"don’t give a shit, honey,” lorenzo murmured, his hand lazily pumping and smearing precum all over his aching length. "shouldn’t’ve put this goddamn lipgloss on, baby. because the way it looks on you makes me think you’ve been planning this all along."

"no idea what you’re talking about, enz," you drawled, your voice a sing-song picture of innocence. however, the slow steps you were taking towards him were anything but. stopping right at the foot of the bed, you looked down at your boyfriend, your eyes eating up the entirety of his body and stopping right where his hand was still moving, the sweats revealing exactly what was happening underneath.

lorenzo smirked, noticing exactly where your gaze lingered, and it only fueled him to continue. if he knew you well, and he did, he really did, you’d give in right about…

his train of thought was interrupted by the mattress shifting slightly under your weight as you climbed onto the bed. his legs were already wide open, creating a perfect spot for you to fit right between them. your hand slowly, teasingly moved up his thigh, reaching his moving hand and pushing it away, all action coming to a halt. he removed it without questions, tucking his arms under his head and sinking into the pillow, watching you pulling his sweatpants down with that same smirk that never seemed to leave his lips.

now.

the tip of lorenzo’s cock was suddenly wrapped up in the warmth of your mouth, eliciting a breathy ‘fuck’ from him. your tongue swirled around, collecting the salty precum and dropping it onto his length in a thick blob, mixed with your saliva. your head lowered, taking him whole, inch by inch, until the back of your throat wasn’t so empty anymore.

"so eager, huh?" he murmured, the small sound of you gagging sending a pleasant vibration through his body. you looked up, meeting his sly stare with your eyes, and the sight of you in this position, with your shiny lips encircling his member almost made him cum on the spot. of course, he didn’t show it, only giving you a somewhat breathless chuckle as you started bobbing your head up and down.

traces of your gloss smeared all over his heated flesh as you sucked him off like he was the tastiest lollipop you’d ever had. lorenzo never strayed away from watching you, only sometimes glancing up to your ass, stuck out in the air in that delicious-looking short skirt that swayed each time you fully shoved yourself onto his cock. when your tongue started helping in bringing him to the peak of pleasure, lorenzo’s hips twitched and a gasp escaped him, signaling that his orgasm was getting closer and closer.

half a minute later, you sat up on your knees, your tongue swiping along your bottom lip to collect every last drop of white coating it. enzo watched you with a heated, yet irritatingly smug look, not bothering to pull his sweatpants up just yet.

"fix your makeup," he said with a chuckle, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek. "although, i do have to say, baby, that i much prefer you with this kinda gloss."

[freedomfireflies]

Middle-Class Seats, First-Class Fun pt. 2*

Summary: The sequel to Middle-Class Seats, First-Class Fun

You find yourself sat next to the Harry Styles on a plane.

And what better way to get to know each other than a quick induction into the Mile High Club?

Word Count: 2.1k

(Thank you for letting me spam you guys for one whole year🥹💞 I love you!!!!!)

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞 You are so much more important!*

“Hi, Stranger.”

Harry grins as he pulls the small door shut, secluding the two of you in the world’s smallest bathroom. “Hi.”

“Gonna be honest, I didn’t expect you to show,” you admit.

“Oh?” His arms cross as he takes a step closer, effectively closing the only gap between you. “And what about our earlier conversation suggested I wouldn’t?”

“Well, maybe the fact that you’re all talk and no game,” you retort, eyebrow raised as you look up at him. “Or the fact that you don’t seem like the quick-airplane-bathroom-fuck type.”

“I have a song about eating pussy, is that not enough?” he teases, a smirk dancing across his lips. “I feel like that should solidify my case.”

“Yeah, you’d think…but no.” Your eyes trail across his jaw, drawn to the sharp curve, intrigued by the subtle beauty. “Maybe if this were the first-class bathroom. Which would make a lot more sense for you.”

“What’s wrong with coach?”

“Nothing. When you’re poor. Which you’re not.”

“And that has to do with us fucking…how?”

You hesitate, mouth clamping shut. “I…don’t know.”

Nodding with an amused grin, he reaches out to place his hand on the small sink and lean forward, trapping you to the wall. “I think you’re nervous.”

“Well no shit, Sherlock.”

He hums, kind eyes helping to relax you. “Guess we’re both more talk than game.”

And maybe you are. Maybe this is nothing more than you calling his bluff. Or calling your own. Maybe this was you getting swept up in the idea of Harry Styles. The man, the myth, the legend. Maybe you just wanted to prove to yourself that you could.

Either way, despite the nerves, you’re oddly tantalized by the idea. Wanting to seize the moment, the opportunity that most people would kill for.

So, you surge forward, and press your lips to his.

It’s a hesitant kiss. On both ends. The first few seconds a tad awkward as you work to wrap your heads around how you got here. How you really feel about it.

And then…something changes.

He steps closer, straightening up to deepen the kiss, and you nearly wilt when his large hand slips around the back of your neck to keep you against him.

Things suddenly feel effortless. Practiced yet relaxed. Mouths and tongues moving together like they were always meant to. Molding seamlessly until all of your air belongs to him.

His other hand finds a home on your hip, pushing you against the small bathroom wall while his knee takes its place between your thighs.

And when he finally pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, it feels as though everything makes sense.

“We can go back to our seats,” he whispers, giving you an out.

But you don’t want an out. 

“No,” you murmur, fingers tangling in the shirt on his chest. “No, you promised to make me scream your name. Can’t pussy out on me now.”

The smirk returns as he brushes his thumb along your cheek. “So I did. But I guess it depends on which name you call me by.”

Your breath hitches.

“You can call me Harry,” he begins softly, dipping back down to ghost his lips across yours, “or you can call me Daddy.”

And discovering that Harry Styles has a Daddy kink makes more sense than it should, and you have to grin as you press your mouth to his. 

“Okay, Daddy,” you agree, just to watch him swallow. “Then why don’t you make good on your promise to fuck me?”

You watch the most beautifully dark expression flash across his face before he’s grabbing onto your waist to spin you around.

Your cheek is pressed to the wall while those large hands that have been taunting you for the past half hour begin to tease you again. Crawling up the inside of your thigh until he can grab onto the waistband of your jeans and yank the material down your legs.

“Just so you know,” he grunts in between the rustling of his belt, “I’m normally pro-foreplay. But I figure we don’t exactly have the time right now.”

“I know,” you agree. “It’s fine.”

He reaches around your hip to slide his palm down your cunt, and you sigh when you feel him cup you in his hand. 

“What’s this?” he hums, rather sadistically as his nose brushes against your cheek. “Guess I didn’t need to work you up, anyhow. Seems you’re already dripping for me.”

Your lashes flutter as he kneads your pussy for a moment before he lets go to take hold of his cock. 

“So, what’s it gonna be, angel?” he whispers, dragging the tip through your throbbing folds just to make you whimper. “You gonna be loud for me? Or are you gonna be quiet?”

More of a rhetorical question, you figure, because the answer is given to him when he pushes in, and you moan fervently.

He chuckles from behind you before it melts into some sort of delicious grunt. “That’s it. So fucking tight, darling. Take it, just like that.”

He pulls out, giving you only a second of reprieve before pushing back in. Stretching you a little more as he drives himself deeper into your cunt.

Your lip flies between your teeth as you swallow a string of curses and whines, desperate to feel him in every way possible.

“You all right?” he calls, and you feel his fingers gently squeezing your hip for reassurance.

It makes you smile. “Yeah,” you say back, nails scratching down the wall. “Go. Keep going.”

He obliges, working himself in at a quicker pace, and you see him watching out of your peripheral.

He seems mesmerized by the way his cock disappears into you. Addicted to the sounds now beginning to echo around the small space. Mixing in beautifully with his soft pants and your anguished whimpers.

“S’a good girl,” he murmurs beneath his breath, almost as if it wasn’t meant for you. “Fucking taking me so well, look at you. Pretty pussy just stretching for me. Likes having Daddy’s cock, doesn’t she?”

And maybe you shouldn’t be surprised by the filth coming from his mouth, but you are, and it makes you clench until you’re both gasping.

“Shit, angel,” he groans, burying himself a little deeper as you keen. “Like it when I talk to you like that, hm? Not so vanilla now, yeah?”

You want to thank your lucky stars for that damn book that led you both to this moment, nodding quickly as you squirm back against him. “Yes, Daddy—”

He pushes in to the hilt, overcome by the pleasure your words provide. His chest presses to your back, and instantly, you reach over your shoulder to grab onto his curls. Needing to hold him in some way.

“Fuck,” you sigh, vision hazy as your body works to accommodate him. “Okay go. Go, Harry, go.”

He smiles at the use of his name, and it does something strange to the butterflies already fluttering in your stomach. 

“Okay,” he agrees, pulling back and readjusting his grip on your waist to keep you steady. “Be good, yeah?”

The faster pace begins. Hard thrusts that nearly knock the wind from your lungs as your body shakes with each snap of his hips into yours.

It’s oddly satiating. Perfectly full and teasingly relentless. Quick fucks aren’t normally your forte, but this? With Harry? In the world’s tiniest bathroom?

Euphoria.

“Fucking squeezing me, darling, shit,” he exhales, gripping you tight in his hand. “Pretty little pussy looks so good clenching around my cock. Like it, angel, don’t you? Like letting me fuck your sweet cunt the way you’ve been needing?”

And you don’t know how he knows you’ve been so desperate, but he does, and it makes you mewl as you drag your nails down his scalp.

“Oh, I know,” he coos but it’s dark. “Can just tell. So fucking cock drunk. Desperate for anything I’ll give you. Even let a stranger fuck you, hm? Let me take care of you the way you deserve?”

“Yes,” you breathe, mindlessly reaching back for his other hand. Once you find it, you intertwine his fingers with yours and drag his palm up toward your neck. Placing it against your throat until he seems to get the hint.

He says nothing, simply squeezes you in his grip. Until the corners of your vision get fuzzy, and the small bathroom gets smaller.

“That’s it,” he hums, almost as if luring you into the darkness. “Let go for me, baby girl. Just like that. Daddy’s got you.”

Everything is heightened. Every sense, every second. You can feel his facial hair rubbing against your cheek. Can feel the calloused tips of his fingers cementing to your exposed skin. Can taste the drink he had on your tongue.

There’s a knock on the door. A hard tap, and Harry’s pace doesn’t falter for even a moment as he calls, “Fucking occupied,” before slamming back into you.

The noise you make is loud enough to be heard by whoever was on the other side. Perhaps his intention, and it makes your pussy clench once more at the thought.

“Bet you’d look fucking perfect on your knees,” he continues, unrelenting. “With my cock down your throat. Fucking drooling for me. And you’d take me, wouldn’t you? Take my cock like a good girl. Make me proud.”

The suggestion is exciting. The image in your head of you looking up at the glorious stranger from your place on the floor. Getting to feel him on your tongue. Down your throat. Anywhere he’ll have you.

You bet he likes to see his cum painted across a partner’s skin. Likes to run his fingers through it. His tongue. Collect it and taste it before spitting it into their mouths.

Your entire body shudders from the mental picture and even if Harry doesn’t know what garnered this response, he seems pleased with it. Tugging on you tighter until you’re practically sitting on him.

You’re running out of time. Running out of willpower, and he releases your throat to find your clit. The first time he’s truly touched it, and the sensation that follows nearly kills you.

You hadn’t anticipated being so sensitive, but you are, and it’s apparent to you both from the way you jolt when he pinches you.

“Oh?” He’s chuckling again, entertained by your reaction. “S’that all it takes then? Poor little cunt just needs some extra attention?”

He presses into you and begins to rub small, hard circles along the delicate nerves. Ignoring your cries and pleas for more.

Instead, his foot kicks your legs further apart, and his mouth attaches to your neck. Nipping just below your ear as he whispers, “Bet you taste fucking divine, hm? Bet I could write a whole song about the way this pussy tastes.”

He lets go just to bring his hand to his mouth. Sucking on the soaked digits and groaning in your ear.

A shiver rolls down your spine before he drags his saliva coated fingers back to your clit. “So fucking sweet, angel. But you already knew that, didn’t you? S’why you were teasing me all fucking day. Cause you knew I’d get addicted to you.”

You’re so close to release, you can see it. Can actually see the blinding stars barreling toward you like meteors. 

“And what if I am, huh?” He goes faster. Gets sloppier. Needing to get you both there. “What if I’m fucking addicted to you now? What if I can’t go without the taste of you?”

“Have it,” you sough, rolling your hips back against his cock. “Have me, Harry, please—”

“I will,” he growls, and you feel his cock twitch the closer he gets. “Fucking will, angel. Need you to come for me, yeah? Come for Daddy. Let me feel you around me, darling. Right fucking now—”

Everything is a blur. Maybe he comes first, maybe you do. It all melds together until it’s one, long string of orgasms and pleasure. 

He doesn’t let you go for quite some time. Pushing you to the very brink, making sure it goes as far as it can. Even after you’ve come down and are squirming away from the ministrations to your clit.

The sadistic need to make sure you’re ruined is evident, and he only stops when you begin to collapse in his hold.

“Okay, easy, angel, easy,” he whispers, grasping onto your hips to keep you upright. “You’re all right, yeah? You okay?”

You nod weakly as you catch your breath, and he takes this as a good sign. Allowing you to stand on your own when you’re ready.

But he doesn’t go far. He bends down and pulls your jeans back up. Makes sure you’re all right.

You notice he purposefully leaves the mess between your thighs, and when you shoot him a questioning eyebrow, his only response is, “For later.”

Which you don’t mind at all. 

I KNOW, I KNOW IT'S BEEN FOREVER!!!! I'M SO SORRY BUT THANK YOU FOR STICKING WITH ME AND BEING SO NICE, ILY ALL 😭💞💞💞

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

no winter gf hc? tsk tsk

Winter Girlfriend HCs

SFW HCs

She loves teasing you. She also secretly likes it when you tease her back.

She always makes you order whenever you both go out. You don’t mind but you do ask her that she should at least do it occasionally in places you both regularly go to. She responds by sticking out her tongue at you.

You were quite surprised by her movie preferences since she likes to watch action movies a lot.

She’s still quite shy around you sometimes especially when she has to be affectionate, often getting too excited over just a peck.

You can sometimes tell she’s thinking of you because she could be watching something or playing a game and you can do something as simple as sitting down next to her and her cheeks will flush.

Karina teases her that despite Winter and you dating, she still tends to act like you are her crush.

Minjeong likes to sit on your lap, rest on your shoulders and lean on your back. She loves how warm you are.

She’s secretly been writing a song about you but has been too shy to share it.

She also tried to make a drawing of you for your birthday but Ningning ended up walking in making her panic and throw the whole thing in the bin so no one sees it.

When she’s on stage, her shyness disappears and she doesn’t mind making secret or flirty gestures at you if she spots you in the crowd. She can’t watch it back though because she cringes at herself too much.

[polarisjisung]

MAKE A WISH

synopsis: jisung had made the same wish every birthday, this year it finally comes true

wc: 1.1k

pairings: jisung x fem! reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none (I hope)

notes: I have a deep love hate relationship with this work but it's jisung day so 🤷‍♀️

Jisung doesn't remember when liking you had turned into loving you.

All he remembers is that one day he woke up and his heart began to beat all the more faster at the sound of your voice. His breath catching somewhere in his throat, eyes darting around the room, lips pinching into a tight line, all when you were around, to avoid spilling the words that could so easily fall from his tongue in nothing but a whisper.

Today, you're rambling, as usual, something about how your outfit isn't actually monochome, since the black of your jacket doesn't quite match the slightly greenish black of your jumper, if he's being honest, jisung isn't really listening.

How could he with you stood in front of him so pretty, so clueless to the thoughts running circles in his mind, thoughts that begged him to crash his lips against yours at any moment.

Every time he ripped his eyes away, escaping the voices, his gaze would quickly scan over the room, first over the mini fridge filled with drinks that he knew would cost a fortune, then over the striped rug at the entrance of the room and finally the double bed you'd been sharing for the past two days.

Ah yes, the double bed.

One thing about jisung was that he understood you, everything about you, but he couldn't quite understand why your heart didn't skip a beat the same way his did when you woke up the last few mornings, legs tangled together with your head resting comfortably on his chest, his arms loosely gripping your waist.

He'd always wake up before you, he wonders how despite knowing him so well you had struggled to notice his facade of being asleep the past 2 days, taking small peeks at you when you decided not to free yourself from his arms, through his half closed eyes

That small victory, you hadn't realised, would make his day— despite all the extravagant activities you had booked for this surprise birthday trip of his, jisung found his most enjoyable moments to be the mornings he woke up to find you in his arms, like the whole world had been handed to him on a silver platter and the whole universe had become his in nothing more than the blink of an eye.

Hair messy, tired eyes and slightly puffed out cheeks staring up at him, jisung wished he could wake up with you snuggled up against him every morning, for the rest of his life. Maybe that was his birthday wish— the one he'd blow his candles out to tonight.

You always were a firm believer in wishes, new years, the first snow and especially birthday wishes.

Tonight is no different when you arrive in front of jisung singing the happy birthday song completely out of tune, with a smile that reflected brightly off of the candle flames from the cake in your hand— perfectly imperfect and jisung wouldn't have it any other way

"happy birthday sung, make a wish"

Jisung makes the same wish he always had.

Jisung wished for you

"I hope your birthday wish comes true" you beam and jisung awkwardly smiles back, he'd been hoping the same.

It had been long since jisung realised he didn't just want you as a friend, or a best friend, but something about this trip had affirmed his belief that he wanted you as his forever.

Even now, hours later as you ramble, applying one of those expensive serums you'd been convinced to buy by some social media beauty guru, that really didn't do anything, jisung found his cheeks curving upwards at the sight of you, your words stuck on replay in his mind, maybe his wish would come true

"jisung are you even listening?" you ask, he's not

Not when your hair is still dripping wet from the shower you just took, in search for the glasses that sit atop your head with that concentrated look on your face, tongue sticking out from the left corner of your lip, the domesticity of the situation splitting his heart in two

"You know y/n" jisung began, staring up the textured ceiling of the hotel room, "for someone so smart" he sits up, sat facing you with crossed legs, "you sure are stupid."

You'd learnt not to take offence to his words, knowing all was said in good fun, it was his way of letting you know he cared

"Care to explain why?" you cock your eyebrow upwards, jisung staring wistfully your way

To the untrained eye he'd seem completely unphased by the lunge you'd taken towards him, faces inches away from one another, but for you the hopeful glint in his eyes is clear as day

He doesn't answer your question, the entertained expression on his face almost shocking

"You asked what I wanted for my birthday right?" you nod, eager to get him a gift he was sure to like, immediately straightening up

His lip tugged upwards at the sight of your sweet eyes staring into his and with one tug of your wrist, jisung had managed to pull you into his lap, your hands falling against his chest to stop your from plummeting face first into him

"What do you want sung? tell me and I'll get it for you?"

Jisung sighed, moments like this, when you so innocently demonstrated your care for him, only added to his desire to lay the world at your feet and despite the way his cheek puff inwards, jisung looks at you confident as ever, say the word and he'd turn the world upside down for you

"I want you"

You steady yourself against his shaky hold, feeling the bubbling anticipation that begins to rise in his chest through the quickening of his pulse against your fingers, for a moment you feel your ears have deceived you, tilting your head slightly at the words that echoed loudly in your ears

"I want you with every fibre of my being, all i want is you, to call you mine" he's staring at you so longingly, you can't help but believe him, "I love you"

if ever you felt a moment where the world had come to a compelte standstill you'd assume it was now, when the silence bounced off the walls and the amplified sound of breathing taunted you at the lack of a response, your own response

You can only nod, afraid your vocal chords will give way halfway through whatever sort of sentence you can throw together considering the lack of blood flow to your brain, heat rushing to your now flushed cheeks instead

"I think I love you too"

"you think?" his gummy smile practically shines down at you, still half hanging between his arms with a subtly confused expression radiating from your eyes "I'll take it"

You shake your head, "no I know I love you"

[ashblooddragons]

You Broke Me First

A oneshot for my beloved @sugutoad for Aegon and her oc Myrielle.

word count: 2028

Warnings: mention of miscarriage, grief, smut, p in v smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, lactation kink, Aegon is just trying to fuck his girls pain away, tell me if I missed something, yet again still new to writing smut so take that as you will.

Summary: it's been three moons since they lost Baelon, since Myrielle had her miscarriage. three moons of tears, screaming and wishing for nothing more than to feel the comfort of each others bodies, and now they finally can.

I sit on a plush green velvet armchair staring into the flames that flicker and swirl within the fireplace. I feel grief, but the thing I feel the most is rage, rage because of my mother. 

She hated me all these years, even when she passed she couldn’t help but inflict pain upon me. I think with a scowl as I touch the little bump that used to be larger, used to hold a sweet baby boy who should have lived, grown, and ridden a dragon. 

My mind often turns to the frail little babe, my sweet little Baelon, too little and too soon to live. I held for only three days before leaving me and Aegon behind to live with the Stranger instead. 

This pregnancy was already high risk, the Maesters said I should rest and stay in bed but when I heard my mother had passed, the grief was too much and I lost my sweet baby boy. 

I was so deep in thought I hadn’t heard Aegon come into our chambers, hadn’t heard him walk over to me, which is why I about jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand rest against my shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“The Masters told me you're fully healed?” He says kissing the crown of my head trying to find any way to reach, talk, mourn with me. 

“Yes, they said I am ready to bear children again when you see it fit.” I say reaching for his hand on my shoulder wishing to hold him as well. 

I hear him chuckle and turn to look up at him confused. “I did not ask that because I wished to pump another babe into you, I asked because I wish to make love to you again, when you see it fit of course.” He says with that cocky smirk that always takes my breath away, always leaving me wanting for him. 

But though his smirk makes my heart skip a beat, it is not the reason for the tears that come to my eyes and roll down my cheeks. It is his words the way he wants me, for me, the way he wishes to lay with me for the pleasure of it, not the want for a child, it’s the want for me. 

There are days I wonder how I could ever be so lucky to have him, a man who loves me unconditionally. And with that thought, I turn and look up at him and say. “And what if I see it fit now?” 

He only smiles wider before slamming his lips to mine, the ferocity of it making me gasp giving him room to delve his tongue into my mouth. I must fight to not rub my thighs together so he doesn’t have the satisfaction of knowing that only a kiss by him drives me mad with need. 

The feel of his tongue gliding along mine is intoxicating and when he nips at my lower lip I can’t fight the helpless moan that leaves.

“Gods I’ve waited two whole moons to hear those lovely songs again little bird, please keep singing for me. Let me hear you sing for me again.” He groans out as he breaks the kiss to stand in front of me looking down at me with a wolfish grin as if I’m merely a sheep for him to feast upon. 

The way his eyes wrack down my body brings a shiver to my spine and takes my breath away, I know I am wearing a nightgown and that he has seen all of me on multiple occasions but how it leaves me feeling like prey, like the most beautiful woman in the world has and always will make me dizzy with desire. 

“As much as I wish to feel that tight little cunt of yours grip my cock, I have been having dreams of tasting that cunt again so if you don’t mind.” He says as he gets onto his knees in front of me lifting my nightgown so he can see my plush thighs. 

I can’t help but smile as he kisses his way up my leg until he reaches my dripping core. He grabs my hips and pulls me towards the edge of the seat so he can reach me better.

“Fuck, your already dripping little bird, is this all for me?” He asks as he circles my little bundle of nerves knowing it drives me mad with need.

All I can do is nod in response.

“Well, what kind of man would I be not to enjoy this wonderful treat?”

He doesn’t give me a moment to respond before I feel the flat of his tongue against my core making me whimper with need. When he tastes the sweet tangy flavor of me he lets out a deep throaty groan gripping the flesh of my thighs most definestly leaving bruises that I will admire later. 

The feel of his tongue against me, his lips sucking at my pearl has my mind sprialing and the only thoughts in my head are Aegon, Aegon, Aegon. But when I feel his fingers sink into me the most obscene moans leave me, I just know our guards have either left or are very uncomfortable as there is no way they have not heard the moans leaving me nor the growls and groans that have left Aegon.

As If they hear my thoughts I hear a guard clear his throat and hear the sounds of his armored boots trailing away. But strangely I don’t seem to care, not when Aegon curls his fingers just right that I see stars only to then nip at my bud sending me over the edge to one of the strongest and quickest orgasm of my life. 

Once my peak has finally subsided does Aegon finally relieve my sex from his onslaught of pleasure. 

“Seven hells, little bird, how the fuck did I last this long without your songs?”

I can’t stop the giggle that erupts out of me at his words, for it is not that it is funny but that he is dead serious and seems to be contemplating his life choices for the last three moons as he’s waited for me to heal.

But just as the giggle rises out of me it stops at the look of complete awe on his face. “Don’t stop little bird, I’e missed that laugh much more than I’ve missed this cunt. That laugh has saved me more times than I can count or you want to know.” He says as he rubs circles into the skin off my thighs.

“Stop, you will make me blush.” I say but there is no bite behind it as we both know I’ve missed laughing just as much as he’s missed hearing it. 

“Hmm, is you blushing truly supposed to stop me? Because as far as I’m aware of it only makes a man lik myself wish to tease a woman like you more.” He says as he stands unbuttoning his jerkin and sliping it off letting it fall to the floor before reach for his undershirt pulling it oer his head in quick succession.

“Then give me something to laugh about.” I say breathlessly as I watch his hands go to the cords of his trousers. 

He only hums letting out a deep chuckle from the back of his throat. “You don’t seem to be in the laughing mood anymore, little bird, and neither am I.” He says as he lets his trousers fall to the ground stepping out of them only to pik me up and sit in the armchair instead of going to out marital bed. 

Something i’ve learned about Aegon in our years of marriage is this, he will take me whenever, wherever, and however he sees fit ‘court be damned of I want my pretty wife I’ll have my pretty wife.’ as he loves to say. So you can guess there have been a great many nights where he has taken me in this chair in this very position of me stradling him as he grips my hips hammering up into me. 

I feel him slowly lift my nightgown up my body until it is over my head and he throw it somewhere off to the side of our chambers. I feel the chill wind move past my skin sending shivers down my spine and hardening my nipples to hard peaks. 

“Gods your perfect.” He groans out as eh rakes his eyes up and down my body only stopping to watch as he rolls my hard peaks between his thumb and forefinger making me whimper as my legs shake with need. 

I feel something warm roll down my chest and look down to see Aegon has made my mothers milk leak out, when I go to apologize he hushes me and licks it up as he positions himself at my wet, warm entrance. 

When he sinks me down we both let out a groan of relief, him for ‘being home’ as he likes to say call it and me because I’ve missed this, feeling him stretch me so perfectly just on the edge of pain that it makes my eyes roll into the bac of my head. There is no better pleasure than feeling Aegon pulse and thrum inside me, for I know he is mine, that I am the one who makes him feel safe and at home.

He continues to suck and lap at my hard peaks knowing they have been hurting and uncomfortable as they have yet to dry up, only being a reminder of what we’ve lost, but in this moment it only makes me moan out his name as if it is the only think I know or wish to say. 

I about scream when he finally starts to thrust into me but it got caught in my throat by the sob pleasure instead. He hammers into me gripping my hips so tightly it burns just right. 

“Fuck, little bird, I’m gonna stay burid inyou until we have our Baelon again. I’m gonna chain you to that bed over there once I’m done with you here so there will be no escape from my seed inside you. You’ll be full with my child again soon enough.” He growls out as he hit the spoke he knows makes me see stars each time. 

“I–I want that! I want your babe in me again, I want to feel your seed in me all the time!” I moan scream out just as I cum on his cock choking on a sob of pleaure as my eyes roll back into my head.

“Fuck!” He moans out as he pills his sead into me thrusting once and twice more riding out his peak with a groan and a look of pure bliss. 

We sit there catching our breath for a bit, me still straddling him with his now soft cock inside me and him sitting in the chair rubbing my back and kissing the crown of my head. But instead of bliss and happiness I feel tuemoile and sick to my stomach.

As if sensing this Aegon taps my nose and says “What is on your beautiful mind, little bird?” 

And liek always I can not resist a request nor demand made by him. “Is it wrong? Is it wrong I wish for your seed to take again and for it to be a little boy? For me to have our little Baelon back in my arms?” I ask tears rolling down my face from the guilt and shame of this want, this dream.

“No, but if anyone says it is, I’m sure there is a spike or two for them and their family.” Aegon responds with a cocky smirk and jesting raise of his brows. 

It makes em giggle again, making him smile. When we look at each other again I can see we both still hurt, may always will, but if we have each other we can make it, the grief won’t drown us and we can make it to the shore together.

@sugutoad @ilikefelines @baybaybear1 @classicsimpforaaronwarner @sachaa-ff @mmogurl

[rockstarhaechan]

come closer | huang renjun

pairing: renjun x fem!reader

genre: ex to lovers

warnings: smut, choking, fingering, ex to lovers, praising, pet names, angst, unprotected sex, dry humping, overstimulating

summary: renjun and you dated for about 3 years, you broke up with him cause you thought you weren’t good enough for him. but what if he was thinking the opposite and rings your doorbell in the middle of the night.

song for the story: falling - trevor daniel

word count: 923

note: i got carried away a bit…

2am, you were laying on your bed moving from side to side not being able to sleep.

it’s been 4 months now since you broke up with your boyfriend renjun, and you’re not even sure if it was the right thing to do.

missing him everyday, missing the times you’ve been spending together.

in your head you’ve planned out your whole life with renjun, from moving together till dying together.

“just close your eyes and sleep again y/n” you told yourself forcing your eyes to close.

right before you were able to fall asleep again someone ringed your door bell.

not only once, more like six to seven times.

grunting as you walk through your hallway rubbing your eyes.

“it’s 2am what do you- renjun.” your heart dropped seeing him, completely soaked since it was pouring outside.

you couldn’t tell if he was crying or if it was the rain dripping down his face, signaling that he can come in with a little hand motion.

“renjun what do you want, why are you here?” crossing your arms in front of your chest, looking at him with tears forming in your eyes.

“i just missed you like i always do, don’t you miss me too?” his voice softened slightly as he spoke the last words of his question.

seeing him hurts you cause it shows you how wrong it was to break up with him.

“i do miss you renjun, i can barely sleep, i barely eat but it was for the better.” you didn’t even noticed how the tears started running down your face until renjun wrapped his arms around you, comforting you as best as he could do.

“i am not good enough for you renjun, i-“ before you were able to finish your sentence you felt his lips on yours.

melting into the kiss, you wished he would come closer.

you find yourself getting completely lost in the kiss, resting your hands on this thighs while his hands rest on your cheeks.

you got pulled back into reality by renjun who broke the kiss, looking into your eyes while his forehead was resting against yours.

“can’t we just try again baby? please” renjun basically begging you and you gave in, you don’t know what will be different this time cause you still think you’re not good enough for him yet you still said yes without any hesitation.

renjun quickly kissed you again, tongue brushing across your bottom lip.

“do you even know how much i love you and how much i missed you princess?” he questioned while carefully pulling you on his lap, caressing your cheeks as he deepened the kiss even further.

a small moan escaped your lips but that was enough for renjun to feel better.

renjuns hands slowly roamed over your shoulders down to your waist where they rested while he played with the waistband of your shorts.

you slowly moved your hips forward and renjun held your waist pushing you down basically dry humping his leg.

picking up a certain pace, moaning into each kiss the two of you shared you almost made yourself cum on renjuns leg just by dry humping him.

“baby stop, let me help you” you got pinned down onto the couch while he hovered over you hooking his index fingers under the waistband of your shorts, slowly undressing you.

his touch made you shiver arching your back in response.

renjun is leaning over you, two fingers deep buried into you, choking you with his free hand.

you buckled your hips signaling that your gonna cum soon.

“jun, i don’t think i can last any longer” you’re a moaning mess, completely letting renjun take control over you and your body.

“baby cum around my fingers, be a good girl and cum” he purred out, hitting the right spot each time, basically making cumming so easy for you that it only took him a few more pumps with his hand for you to come undone.

“you think we’re finished baby? hell nah” hearing how he undid his belt and not even a second later you already felt his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing in while stretching you out.

your whole body was hurting, still not over your first orgasm legs shaking while renjun picked up his pace letting your legs rest on his shoulders.

“fuck baby, taking me so good gonna fuck you senseless doll” all you could think about was to cum again, your lower stomach started to tighten up again but before you could cum you got flipped over on your stomach.

you’re now facing the mattress tears in your eyes moaning loudly.

renjun picked up his speed, technically just pounding into you with a fast but steady rhythm.

after some time his motions got sloppier and you were overstimulated barely breathing.

“baby come with me, be my good girl” his voice was music in your ears walls clenched around his dick, you two cumming at the same moment.

renjun falls onto the couch next to you basically panting just like you are.

you weren’t able to think straight, only cuddling up in his arms while he placed little kisses all over your face.

“you did great baby, you’re so fucking perfect i am never letting you go again darling” lifting up your chin before kissing you passionately.

“i love you renjun, i always did and always will.” a small smile spread across your face, playing with his hair while kissing his cheek.

“i love you more y/n, forever and always.”

[camilyscove]

LONG AWAITED . POPE HEYWARD ꩜

trope : best friends to lovers

genre : fluff , a little angst .

summary : you and pope are best friends, however when he finally expresses his feelings for you, you’re ready to be more than that.

YOU COULD NEVER GET OVER just how much you really needed pope in your life.

you couldn't count with your fingers how many times he had been there for you, gotten in trouble with his dad because he always ran off with you rather than doing his chores. and you loved him for that.

when you two were kids, you guys were the ultimate duo. you were outside, running around on the playground until you got into a heated argument with some other kid. it ended with you pushing them down the slide, causing the tears to flow and one of the teachers making you sit inside.

you huffed and complained as the teacher told you that the rest of your recess time would be spent in the isolated library. you rolled your eyes when she turned her back, putting up your pinky-finger at her while sticking out your tongue.

you, being a bright extrovert that never knew when to shut her mouth, couldn't help but notice the only other person in the empty library without speaking to him. he was peering at you from above his book, curious and a little surprised.

your eyes widened, and you quickly slid down into the seat next to him. "don't tell her I did that. I'm already in big trouble," you whispered into his ear. he moved away, a weird look on his face.

"you do know that the whole 'chinese middle finger' hoax, isn't real, right?"

your face was blank. "huh?"

"putting up your pinky finger isn't an alternative for the middle finger."

"does that mean you're gonna snitch?" you questioned, squinting at him. he sighed, shaking his head.

"thanks. I hate that teacher. she's always on my cheeks."

"your.. cheeks?"

"it's an alt— alter—“

"alternative?"

"yeah, that, for," you leaned in closer, glancing around to make sure nobody else was there, and even though there wasn’t, you lowered your voice, “ass."

pope stared at you. he had never heard anyone— especially a girl— say that, except his dad, and that was a one-time thing. you giggled, a mischievous smile on your lit-up face.

"anywayyyyy," you said in a sing-song voice, "whatcha' doin' in here?"

"reading and studying."

"why?"

he knitted his eyebrows together, tilting his head to the side a bit. "because i have a pop-quiz."

"i thought pop quiz means you don't know about it."

"yeah, it does."

"then how come you know?"

"because I'm smart. duh," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. you scoffed, "I'm smart, too. and I didn't know about it."

pope gave you a nasty look before going back to his book. you sighed, spinning his pen between your fingers and observing the library you were in. it had that dewey smell of old books, and the ceiling was high. you could see the playground from the tall windows, and you longed to be out there, joining games of telephone and freeze-tag. however you had no ounce of self-control, at least not enough to take some random kid’s bullshit.

you figured this boy went to library everyday during recess, considering you had never seen him on the black-top, in the fields playing dodge-ball, or on the playground. and that's what every normal kid did.

"hey," you mumbled, poking his arm with the pen. he hummed softly, paying no attention to you. you spoke up, anyway. "are you an alien?"

his eyes slowly trailed up your face before they landed on your own. he didn't respond, instead just staring at you as if you were the weirdest, most stupid person he had ever came in contact with.

"what's your name, alien?"

"pope. and I'm not an alien."

"that 'kinda sounds like an alien name, pope."

"it's really not."

after a short moment of silence, you smiled.

"hey, you're actually pretty cool. I'm not 'tryna be mean. just curious. I've never seen you outside with everyone else, but if you ever do, you can always play with me."

he didn't answer, instead deciding to turn away from you, but nobody could miss the faint smile that played on his lips.

pope chose to ignore you for the next twenty-five minutes of recess, tuning out your constant rambling about literally anything that popped up on your mind. even though he barely paid attention to what you were saying, he quickly learned that you truly had no filter. but he liked it. so for the next week, you had purposely gotten in trouble to talk to him in the library, your smile becoming the highlight of his day. (even though he'd never admit that.)

you started waving at him in the hallways, inviting him to sit next to you at lunch with your friends. you even began to read a book he was, just so you guys could be ‘twinsies.'

and soon enough, he was welcomed into the friend group that consisted of jj maybank, kiara carrera, and john b routeledge.

and now, you were sitting on the hammock outside of the château, pope right next to you. your head was buried in the crook of his neck, and he softly played with your hair.

the sunset was gorgeous. you and pope spent the day boating and swimming, watching tv and eating snacks on the couch of your home before going back to the château. all the pogues were there; john b and jj and kie and sarah. they were drinking out of beer-bottles and laughing while they got high on some weed jj stole. while you’d usually join them, you wanted to just relax in the arms of your best friend.

it felt perfect, the gentle touch of pope’s fingertips brushing against your hair, while you breathed in his scent of sea-salt and faded cologne.

“hey, y/n?” pope said, his voice soft. you opened your eyes, humming in reply, to show you were listening.

“remember when i told you about me and kie?”

you nodded. he was talking about how he kissed kie.

it hurt, when you he told you.

you remember how all the hope you had of possibly becoming more than just best friends with pope had all but vanished. his words felt like being punched in the gut. the rejection stung, you became bitter. you began to wonder if anyone would ever see you more than just a friend.

it hit you then, when he told you in the dead of night that he kissed kie, that you didn’t just like pope. you didn’t just have a small crush on him. you were in love with pope. you’d defend him when he wasn’t around, you would laugh with him and go through crazy shit with him. the features of his face were carved into your mind, impossible to forget. when you made him smile or laugh, you felt proud. you were making him happy, not kie. not any other girl.

you.

so why couldn’t he choose you?

because he was your best friend. and he saw you as just that.

it might’ve been a greedy thought, but you just wanted more.

“i don’t like her that way.”

you blinked, shifting underneath his arm to look up at him. you tried to meet his eyes, but he was clearly avoiding eye-contact. you figured he was lying.

“oh,” you replied, and you hoped the uncertainty in your voice didn’t show.

it was quiet for a moment, and you tried not to let it bother you.

“i don’t think i ever liked her that way.”

his words hung in the air, and you couldn’t help but not believe him. you sighed softly, biting down on your bottom lip, trying not to remind him of how he’d get that look on his face when he saw kie; like he was in an unbreakable trance.

“you know, that, right, y/n?” he asked, his voice barely audible. there was a slight tremble in his voice, and you feared it was your fault,

“yes, pope.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“okay, well, i’m not buying it. are you seriously telling me that the whole ‘i’m in love with kie’ thing wasn’t real? that you never liked her?”

“yes? i was just.. i always thought no girl would want to be with me. so kie was different. i never—“

“okay, pope. i believe you, alright?” you scoffed, sitting up in the hammock.

pope stared at you. “you’re my best friend—“

“yeah, no shit—“

“can you just listen, y/n?” you shut up, trying your hardest not to get up and join the rest of the pogues. that beer and weed were looking real good right about then.

“i was always scared to tell you. afraid that it would ruin our friendship and you’d never wanna be around me anymore. but i like you. no— scratch that, y/n. i fucking love you. i always have. but you’re just.. too good for me. too pretty and too cool and too— everything. you’d never choose me. i knew that.”

“pope..” you whispered, but he quickly shook his head.

“no. let me talk. if im going to do this, then let me talk.”

you nodded a little, your heartbeat going one hundred miles per hour. he loved you.

he really did.

“i thought that maybe if i got with kie, then you’d realize i could be more than just your best friend, that i could do anything a good boyfriend would. but then she dropped me. and i was scared that you would think it was because i wasn’t good enough. but i want you to know that kie is my best friend. you.. you’re like, the love of my life. it’s corny but—“

“just shut up,” you said suddenly.

you pulled him in, slinging your arm around his neck as you came in contact with his lips. they were softer than you expected, and your lips moved together in sync passionately.

you couldn’t believe this was finally happening. after years and years of dreaming of this one moment, it finally came to you.

when you pulled away, pope tried to chase your lips, but you placed a hand on his lips with a laugh. “geez, eager much?”

pope rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around you, embracing you as tight as he could.

“i love you, y/n. i love you so much,” he whispered into you ear, his head laying on yours. the corners of your plump lips from kissing pope curved up in a sweet smile.

“i love you, too, pope.”

and when you finally pulled away from the hug, you couldn’t help but admire the eyes of the boy who had been yours from the start.

[savagewildnerness]

Some Fragments of Nicolas.

Fragments of their first conversation...

“A great energy poured out of him, an irrepressible passion. And this drew me to him. I think I loved him. “

“"Ah, you are a dreamer!" he said, but he was delighted. He was beyond handsome when he smiled.

"And I'll know people like you," I went on, "people who have thoughts in their heads and quick tongues with which to voice them, and we'll sit in cafes and we'll drink together and we'll clash with each other violently in words, and we'll talk for the rest of our lives in divine excitement."

He reached out and put his arm around my neck and kissed me. We almost upset the table we were so blissfully drunk.

"My lord, the wolfkiller," he whispered.

When the third bottle of wine came, I began to talk of my life, as I'd never done before -- of what it was like each day to ride out into the mountains, to go so far I couldn't see the towers of my father's house anymore, to ride above the tilled land to the place where the forest seemed almost haunted.

The words began to pour out of me as they had out of him, and soon we were talking about a thousand things we had felt in our hearts, varieties of secret loneliness, and the words seemed to be essential words the way they did on those rare occasions with my mother. And as we came to describe our longings and dissatisfactions, we were saying things to each other with great exuberance, like "Yes, yes," and "Exactly," and "I know completely what you mean," and "And yes, of course, you felt that you could not bear it," etc.

Another bottle, and a new fire. And I begged Nicolas to play his violin for me. He rushed home immediately to get it.

It was now late afternoon. The sun was slanting through the window and the fire was very hot. We were very drunk. We had never ordered supper. And I think I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I lay on the lumpy straw mattress of the little bed with my hands under my head watching him as he took out the instrument.

He put the violin to his shoulder and began to pluck at it and twist the pegs.

Then he raised the bow and drew it down hard over the strings to bring out the first note.

I sat up and pushed myself back against the paneled wall and stared at him because I couldn't believe the sound I was hearing.

He ripped into the song. He tore the notes out of the violin and each note was translucent and throbbing. His eyes were closed, his mouth a little distorted, his lower lip sliding to the side, and what struck my heart almost as much as the song itself was the way that he seemed with his whole body to lean into the music, to press his soul like an ear to the instrument.

I had never known music like it, the rawness of it, the intensity, the rapid glittering torrents of notes that came out of the strings as he sawed away. It was Mozart that he was playing, and it had all the gaiety, the velocity, and the sheer loveliness of everything Mozart wrote.

When he'd finished, I was staring at him and I realized I was gripping the sides of my head.

"Monsieur, what's the matter!" he said, almost helplessly, and I stood up and threw my arms around him and kissed him on both cheeks and kissed the violin.

"Stop calling me Monsieur," I said. "Call me by my name." I lay back down on the bed and buried my face on my arm and started to cry, and once I'd started I couldn't stop it.

He sat next to me, hugging me and asking me why I was crying, and though I couldn't tell him, I could see that he was overwhelmed that his music had produced this effect. There was no sarcasm or bitterness in him now.

I think he carried me home that night."

And then...

"From then on, when I was not hunting, my life was with Nicolas and "our conversation."

Spring was approaching, the mountains were dappled with green, the apple orchard starting back to life. And Nicolas and I were always together.

We took long walks up the rocky slopes, had our bread and wine in the sun on the grass, roamed south through the ruins of an old monastery. We hung about in my rooms or sometimes climbed to the battlements. And we went back to our room at the inn when we were too drunk and too loud to be tolerated by others.

And as the weeks passed we revealed more and more of ourselves to each other. Nicolas told me about his childhood at school, the little disappointments of his early years, those whom he had known and loved.

And I started to tell him the painful things -- and finally the old disgrace of running off with the Italian players.”

After Lestat's existential crisis...

“"You'll be all right," he said over and over. Someone was beating on the door. It was the innkeeper, demanding why we had to carry on like this.

"You'll feel all right in the morning," Nicolas kept insisting. "You just have to sleep."

We had awakened everyone. I couldn't be quiet. I kept making the same sound over again. And I ran out of the inn with Nicolas behind me, and down the street of the village and up towards the castle with Nicolas trying to catch up with me, and through the gates and up into my room.

"Sleep, that's what you need," he kept saying to me desperately. I was lying against the wall with my hands over my ears, and that sound kept coming. "Oh, oh, oh."

"In the morning," he said, "it will be better.””

In the days that followed...

“"But how do you live, how do you go on breathing and moving and doing things when you know there is no explanation?" I was raving finally. And then Nicolas said maybe the music would make me feel better. He would play the violin.

I was afraid of the intensity of it. But we went to the orchard and in the sunshine Nicolas played every song he knew. I sat there with my arms folded and my knees drawn up, my teeth chattering though we were right in the hot sun, and the sun was glaring off the little polished violin, and I watched Nicolas swaying into the music as he stood before me, the raw pure sounds swelling magically to fill the orchard and tile valley, though it wasn't magic, and Nicolas put his arms around me finally and we just sat there silent, and then he said very softly, "Lestat, believe me, this will pass."

"Play again," I said. "The music is innocent."

Nicolas smiled and nodded. Pamper the madman.

And I knew it wasn't going to pass, and nothing for the moment could make me forget, but what I felt was inexpressible gratitude for the music, that in this horror there could be something as beautiful as that.

You couldn't understand anything; and you couldn't change anything. But you could make music like that. “

In Paris...

“But I was in paradise again. And so was Nicolas though no decent orchestra in the city would hire him, and he was now playing solos with the little bunch of musicians in the theater where I worked, and when we were really pinched he did play right on the boulevard, with me beside him, holding out the hat. We were shameless!

We ran up the steps each night with our bottle of cheap wine and a loaf of fine sweet Parisian bread, which was ambrosia after what we'd eaten in the Auvergne. And in the light of our one tallow candle, the garret was the most glorious place I'd ever inhabited.”

Getting into some sense of a routine of their life in Paris...

“Nicolas was studying music in the mornings with an Italian maestro. Yet we had money enough for good food, wood, and coal. My mother's letters came twice a week and said her health had taken a turn for the better. She wasn't coughing as badly as last winter. She wasn't in pain. But our fathers had disowned us and would not acknowledge any mention of our names.

We were too happy to worry about that. But the dark dread, the "malady of mortality," was with me a lot when the cold weather came on.”

The final moment Lestat and Nicolas have together when both mortal...

“I was still sitting there, too unsure of myself to say anything, when Nicolas kissed me.

"Let's go to bed," he said softly.”

When (vampire) Lestat hears about Nicolas from Roget, after he has been showering him with money, gifts and a place to live...

“As for Nicki, I should have known he wouldn't settle for gifts and vague tales, that he would demand to see me and keep on demanding it. He was frightening Roget a little bit.

But it didn't do any good. There was nothing the attorney could tell him except what I've explained. And I was so wary of seeing Nicki that I didn't even ask for the location of the house into which he'd moved. I told the lawyer to make certain he studied with his Italian maestro and that he had everything he could possibly desire.

But I did manage somehow to hear quite against my will that Nicolas hadn't quit the theater. He was still playing at Renaud's House of Thesbians.

Now this maddened me. Why the hell, I thought, should he do that?

Because he loved it there, the same as I had, that was why. Did anybody really have to tell me this?”

When Lestat (now a vampire) watches Nicolas through the window...

“He wore a jewelled ring I'd sent”

“There seemed in him a frailty I'd never perceived or understood. Yet he looked infinitely intelligent, my Nicki, full of tangled uncompromising thoughts, as he listened to Jeannette, who was talking rapidly.

"Lestat's married," she said as Luchina nodded, "the wife's rich, and he can't let her know he was a common actor, it's simple enough."

"I say we let him in peace," Luchina said. "He saved the theater from closing, and he showers us with gifts.. ."

"I don't believe it," Nicolas said bitterly. "He wouldn't be ashamed of us." There was a suppressed rage in his voice, an ugly grief. "And why did he leave the way he did? I heard him calling me! The window was smashed to pieces! I tell you I was half awake, and I heard his voice..."

An uneasy silence fell among them. They didn't believe his account of things, how I'd vanished from the garret, and telling it again would only isolate him and embitter him further. I could sense this from all their thoughts.

"You didn't really know Lestat," he said now, almost in a surly fashion, returning to the manageable conversation that other mortals would allow him. "Lestat would spit in the face of anyone who would be ashamed of us! He sends me money. What am I supposed to do with it? He plays games with us!"

No answer from the others, the solid, practical beings who would not speak against the mysterious benefactor. Things were going too well.

And in the lengthening silence, I felt the depth of Nicki's anguish, I knew it as if I were peering into his skull. And I couldn't bear it.

I couldn't bear delving into his soul without his knowing it. Yet I couldn't stop myself from sensing a vast secret terrain inside him, grimmer perhaps than I had ever dreamed, and his words came back to me that the darkness in him was like the darkness I'd seen at the inn, and that he tried to conceal it from me.

I could almost see it, this terrain. And in a real way it was beyond his mind, as if his mind were merely a portal to a chaos stretching out from the borders of all we know.

Too frightening that. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to feel what he felt!”

When Nicolas senses Lestat's presence nearby and knows the way to connect to him - to play his violin...

“He had turned to the window, and he was rising as if he'd been called by a secret voice. The look on his face was indescribable.

He knew I was there!

Instantly, I shot up the slippery wall to the roof.

But I could still hear him below. I looked down and I saw his naked hands on the window ledge. And through the silence I heard his panic. He'd sensed that I was there! My presence, mind you, that is what he sensed, just as I sensed the presence in the graveyards, but how, he argued with himself, could Lestat have been here?

I was too shocked to do anything. I clung to the roof gutter, and I could feel the departure of the others, feel that he was now alone. And all I could think was, What in the name of hell is this presence that he felt?

I mean I wasn't Lestat anymore, I was this demon, this powerful and greedy vampire, and yet he felt my presence, the presence of Lestat, the young man he knew!

It was a very different thing from a mortal seeing my face and blurting out my name in confusion. He had recognized in my monster self something that he knew and loved.

I stopped listening to him. I merely lay on the roof.

But I knew he was moving below. I knew it when he lifted the violin from its place on the pianoforte, and I knew he was again at the window.”

When Lestat sees Nicki in the flesh, at Renaud's...

“I heard Nicki, and knew he was only a foot away, staring at me, and that he was too glad to see me to be hurt anymore.

I didn't open my eyes but I felt his hand on my face, then holding tight to the back of my neck. They must have made way for him and when he came into my arms, I felt a little convulsion of terror, but the light was dim here, and I had fed furiously to be warm and human-looking, and I thought desperately I don't know to whom I pray to make the deception work. And then there was only Nicolas and I didn't care.”

More fragments at Renaud's...

“Nicki was talking rapidly:

"Lestat, what is it? Tell me!" as if the others couldn't hear us. "Where have you been? What's happened to you? Lestat!””

When Lestat has a mental breakdown on stage and Nicki has to be restrained to stop him rushing to Lestat...

“it seemed of no import that Nicolas was trying to get loose from two of the actors who held him in fear of his life as he shouted my name.”

When Nicolas watches Lestat be killed, yet not die & Lestat prophetically compares Nicki's anguish to the prolonged ugly death his mare suffered the night of the wolves...

“" Lestat!" Nicki shouted.

But the shot exploded and the ball hit me with full force. I didn't move. I stood as steady as the old man had stood before, and the pain rolled through me and stopped, leaving in its wake a terrible pulling in all my veins.

The blood poured out. It flowed as I have never seen blood flow. It drenched my shirt and I could feel it spilling down my back. But the pulling grew stronger and stronger, and a warm tingling sensation had commenced to spread across the surface of my back and chest.

The man stared, dumbfounded. The pistol dropped out of his hand. His head went back, eyes blind, and his body crumpled as if the air had been let out of it, and he lay on the floor.

Nicki had raced up the stairs and was now rushing into the box. A low hysterical murmuring was issuing from him. He thought he was witnessing my death.

And I stood still hearkening to my body in that terrible solitude that had been mine since Magnus made me the vampire. And I knew the wounds were no longer there.

The blood was drying on the silk vest, drying on the back of my torn coat. My body throbbed where the bullet had passed through me and my veins were alive with the same pulling, but the injury was no more.

And Nicolas, coming to his senses as he looked at me, realised I was unharmed, though his reason told him it couldn't be true.

I pushed past him and made for the stairs. He flung himself against me and I threw him off. I couldn't stand the sight of him, the smell of him.

"Get away from me!" I said.

But he came back again and he locked his arm around my neck. His face was bloated and there was an awful sound coming out of him.

"Let go of me. Nicki!" I threatened him. If I shoved him off too roughly, I'd tear his arms out of the sockets, break his back.

Break his back . . .

He moaned, stuttered. And for one harrowing split second the sounds he made were as terrible as the sound that had come from my dying animal on the mountain, my horse, crushed like an insect into the snow.

I scarcely knew what I was doing when I pried loose his hands."

When when Lestat is about to leave, and here we have a Nicolas who is now truly broken.

"I scanned the crowd around for the source of this strange distraction, what was it, not Nicolas in the door of the deserted theatre, watching me with a broken soul.”

[aclowntiny]

Things Seventeen Do That Make Your Heart Flutter

I love these but also like when can I get a Seventeen *cries*

S.Coups

♡ Takes his voice a couple octaves lower to murmur sweet nothings between kisses

♡ Sits behind you with an arm wrapped across you protectively

♡ Texts you to make sure you got home safe if you ever go out late, have something scheduled in the evening, or go somewhere unfamiliar

♡ Moves your hair &/or shirt out of the way to press kisses to your shoulders

♡ Rolls up his sleeves slowly but firmly, looking genuinely a bit surprised that you're watching so intently

Jeonghan

♡ Calls you adorable with the fondest smile directed only at you

♡ Raises your joined hands up to his lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand

♡ Pulls you into bed with him, hands going to your hair as soon as you fall onto his chest

♡ Boops your nose, plays with your cheeks & nuzzles into them

♡ Teasingly swipes his tongue over your lips when you're kissing just to see what you do

Joshua

♡ Tells you this next song is for you as he takes his guitar pick from between his teeth, beginning a new melody

♡ Listens to you & makes eye contact so intently, a tornado could pass by behind you & he wouldn't even notice

♡ Holds the umbrella for you & kisses you in the rain like it's a movie scene

♡ His hands always gently rub your back when he hugs you

♡ Kisses your hand, then slowly takes his time all the way up your arm to your cheeks & finally your lips

Jun

♡ Tells you he just can't resist you, you know

♡ Pretends to bite you, every now & again very lightly actually giving the side of your face a joking bite

♡ When you're done laying down, takes both of your hands & swings you back up, making you feel like for just a second, you're flying

♡ Hypes you up constantly, telling you you're the most beautiful person ever in the whole world, actually

♡ Twirls you around the room when you're dancing just so he can admire you before reeling you in once more, your back against his chest as you move & sway as one

Hoshi

♡ Notices if you ever wear different perfume, leaning in & practically nuzzling your neck to get a sniff after he points it out

♡ Gives you the occasional little nip between kisses

♡ Holds you on his lap with both hands around your middle, resting his head on your shoulder with a huge smile as he lightly sways you

♡ When you're sitting at a table together, his foot finds your leg, hooking it & trying to pull you closer, giving a giggle or a smirk depending on how far he manages to pull you

♡ Finds excuses to slide his hands over your body as you two dance

Wonwoo

♡ Chuckles deeply & fondly when you start showing him affection

♡ Links your arms together when you share a book, pulling the pages a bit closer to his vision & you to his body

♡ Takes you to the most beautiful places, but his eyes hardly fall on the view because they won't leave you

♡ Tells everyone else to be quiet when you're speaking & considers your opinion first

♡ Gently lowers you into bed with a hand at the small of your back

Woozi

♡ Leans in & bites the tip of his pen softly as he listens to you intently

♡ Gently pulls your head onto his shoulder when you sit next to each other, his fingers ever-so-slightly running through your hair

♡ Lets you try his Seventeen ring on, smiling so widely if it fits you, too

♡ Always lets you play your favorite songs, even if he doesn't particularly like them

♡ Can't wait to spend time in private with you, because it's during the moments between only you two that he gives you the most passionate kisses

DK

♡ Sings you love songs, then bursts out into a wide, shy smile afterward

♡ Grabs your hands in his & makes you clap for both him & yourself depending on the situation

♡ Accepts any excuse to tell you xyz quality, situation, skill, or anything really is why he loves you

♡ Does love shots when you guys have drinks or even with your spoons in hand if you have ice cream

♡ Can't give you just one kiss, you'll get a ton of pecks before getting pulled into a more passionate one

Mingyu

♡ Caresses your cheek with the back of his hand

♡ Grins as he flexes & lets you hang off his arm, feeling so cool & looking just as confident

♡ Spends a whole day just to learn how to make your favorite dish with you at his side

♡ His eyes light up when you show him a new outfit you got, gaze drifting over all of it as he smiles Bigger & bigger, telling you how amazing you look in a wonder-filled tone

♡ Turns to steal a kiss on the lips when you lean in to press one to his cheek

The8

♡ Tells you he'd really like to kiss you- may he?

♡ Manages to take the most flattering pictures of you & when you comment such he remarks that that beauty is how he always sees you no matter what

♡ Lays his hands over yours to guide them as you paint a picture together

♡ Presses kisses to the shell of your ear when he looks over your shoulder

♡ Traces patterns on your back as you lay together

Seungkwan

♡ Remembers your drink order & surprises you with it as often as he can

♡ Absolutely melts into your kisses every single time, whether it's the first or the twentieth, his face breaking into the most precious smile

♡ Back hugs you, placing his hands over yours & resting his head in the crook of your neck

♡ Almost always holds your face in both hands when he kisses you, pulling you in so gently & taking his time as his lips move with yours

♡ Reminds you almost daily how much better this world is because it has you in it

Vernon

♡ Idly holds the strings of his hoodie between his lips

♡ Lets his hand slide down your jawline after he places his headphones on your head, pulling you in for a lazy kiss

♡ Reminds you that you can tell him anything, you know, expression solemn yet deeply loving

♡ Even if you're sitting at a table, he'll find a way to brush your knee with his

♡ Really casually will just tell you that you have really beautiful eyes, you know

Dino

♡ Holds your waist & guides you as he teaches you a new dance move

♡ Believes you can do anything, almost completely blind to obstacles as he expresses complete confidence in your ability to carry out your dreams & desires & show your skills anywhere

♡ Pulls up his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead

♡ Whispers little jokes to you just to make you laugh & see your smile as you fall a little closer into him

♡ Surprises you with kisses at the most random times to keep you on your toes, giving a great big grin at your expression thereafter

[honeycreammilkshake]

i'm your cannibal (i'll take forever from you)

some gross sukuita thing where sukuna confesses his love in a really disturbing way. title is taken from jungle by cruex lies, which sounds like a sukuita song to me. i wrote this instead of sleeping or studying ;-;

Standing in front of the mirror, Yuuji is struck once again by the overpowering feeling that everything about him is foreign. Even before he swallowed that cursed finger whole, there had always been something inherently different about him. Tiger-like strength, an overwhelming excess of empathy and impulsivity, a family full of secrets he might never know, and a high tolerance for the macabre and supernatural. Even his appearance is more than a little unique, a wide open and expressive face crowned in a shock of hair pink as a blush, but with a strong, powerful body made for running and punching.

And now with Sukuna, the King of Curses himself, residing like a parasite in his very skin, his body has become even stranger. Sukuna's eyes — scarlet and burning — suddenly blossom on Yuuji's palms or that sneering mouth peels open across Yuuji's cheek. Those manifestations of Sukuna on his own body are unsettling, really, but they don't hurt at all. Rather, they feel warm — too warm sometimes, like a hot hand set on his flesh, something that radiates heat and pulses with life… a whole other entity trapped inside of him, breaking to the surface.

He stares at his face in the mirror, pressing a cupped fist to the side of his reflection. He inhales deeply, lungs feeling too heavy to hold the air in, and he knows he's close to breaking. He hasn't cried in a long time, and he refuses to now, but images waver in his mind: flash-fast visions of the malformed creatures Mahito made to fight him, human once, that Yuuji killed far too easily, or the broken bodies of people he'd known — sorcerers come to fight the blood-hungry curses of the world or innocent victims caught in the cross-fire, all viciously ended like it meant nothing.

Was all of it his fault? Ever since he'd merged with Sukuna, the rate of attacks by high grade curses had increased, and he'd attracted the attention of serious threats that wouldn't hesitate to kill his friends and teachers. Everything that had happened to cause harm to others could be linked back to him. He bites his tongue at the irony. His grandfather's dying request had been for him to protect people, to put his own self at risk for the well-being of others, yet more tragedy has followed him and the people he cared about than he'd ever known possible.

Maybe he should have let Gojo's superiors kill him as soon as he'd been cursed by the heartless god inside of his body. Maybe he really is a monster now, nothing more than a killing creature with only unnatural death after unnatural death ahead of him.

He makes a choking sound, trying to hold back sobs, glaring into his own eyes. Pure hatred simmers in his throat, the burning ache of unshed tears causing him to grip the edge of the mirror even harder. His reflection cracks from the sudden pressure, a million splinters breaking apart his face, and he blinks hard. He forgets his own strength sometimes, and right now it feels horrifying.

"It's all your fault," he whispers, eyes never leaving the cracked mask of his reflection, his voice harsher and rougher than he's ever heard it been, and he finally breaks.

He barely feels it when the first tears slip down his cheeks; they're cold but so is his skin, and he only realizes he's full-on crying, close to sobbing, when something so keenly alive and physical stirs inside of him.

He watches it happen in the mirror: a vicious red mouth yawning open across his cheek, grinning carnivore teeth on full display. Yuuji grits his own teeth at the sight of it, finally managing to swallow back the rest of his tears, fully expecting Sukuna to start mocking him, to open that monstrous mouth and gut him with cold words about being overly emotional and sickeningly weak… but it doesn't happen. Instead, the tip of Sukuna's long, inhuman tongue peeks out and rasps up the tears spilling down Yuuji's cheek.

"Ehhhhhh????!!" he cries out, shocked by the wet, slurping thing, disgust curling his lips. "What the fuck???"

Sukuna laughs, a deep and rich sound that has Yuuji vibrating from the inside out. "Your suffering tastes sweet to me, brat," he all but croons. "When I have you broken and bleeding on the ground before me, I'll savor it, I'll devour it."

Yuuji tries to ignore him, but Sukuna keeps licking at the remaining tears slowly sliding down his cheeks, that serpentine tongue feeling more than a little rough and uncomfortably wet against Yuuji's skin, but it's also far too warm and almost gentle, and Yuuji is — absurdly — reminded of a cat. He cringes, slapping at the soft, spit-soaked appendage.

"You're seriously gross, you know," he mutters, uselessly rubbing at the disgusting mix of cold tears and too-hot saliva with the edge of his sleeve. His reflection in the mirror does the same, only disjointed and shattered.

"Watch your mouth, brat," Sukuna hisses, sending shivers down Yuuji's neck that he tries to ignore. "Or I'll rip the tongue out of your head and eat it."

"You would actually do that, wouldn't you?" Yuuji bites out, freezing in place for a second, feeling like he might be sick. "You're a monster."

Sukuna laughs again, but this time it's subdued. Instead of thrumming through Yuuji's whole body, it mostly just pulses along his throat, far softer and much calmer. It's almost more threatening that way.

"I wouldn't start with your tongue though," Sukuna muses aloud, the cruel lips of his disembodied mouth pulling wide in a sadistic smile. "I'd eat your eyes first."

Yuuji almost chokes, his heart pounding harder in his chest. I'm in control, he has to remind himself, forcing his fists to relax. He can't do anything to me when I'm in control. Instead of giving into the panic coursing through his veins, he plays it like he doesn't care, leaning in closer at the edge of the sink and casually running his hands through his hair, studying his reflection as he straightens the mess of his spikes like Sukuna's thinly veiled threats are less important to him than making sure his hair isn't unruly. "My eyes first, hmmm?" he wonders out loud, dismissively, and is satisfied when he senses a jolt of Sukuna's displeasure.

"Yes, brat, your eyes. I'll pluck them out of your skull and swallow them whole," the King of Curses sneers.

"Why my eyes? Think they're pretty?" Yuuji teases, lightly, like it doesn't matter if Sukuna is offended by the accusation, because it really doesn't. But instead of coming back with a harsh insult or reprimand, Sukuna remains surprisingly quiet.

Yuuji finds himself curious enough to flick his gaze lower so he can meet his own eyes in the mirror. They're light brown, darker at the center, glittering like a ring. Though he himself considers them plain, he finds he can't look away from the sight of them right now. A soft color, like sun-warmed honey, glinting like crystal in the dim light overhead, larger and rounder than Sukuna's eyes. And deep. Yuuji wasn't aware before of just how deep his gaze was, a gentle darkness he could drown in, and he can't help but think Not pretty… beautiful.

But wait, that wasn't his own thought. Yuuji almost gasps, managing to hold in his surprise at the last second. Sometimes he can sense Sukuna's thoughts or feelings like they're his own, even though the sorcerer usually keeps his intentions or emotions — if he has any besides the murderous and self-obsessed kind — hidden away from Yuuji. But occasionally they slip through, when Yuuji dreams or when Sukuna is especially distracted… like right now.

Yuuji can't believe he's willing to let this continue, but he clears his scraped-out throat and finds himself asking, "You'd really eat me?"

Sukuna grins, lazy and satisfied. He had obviously been hoping Yuuji would bite, and here Yuuji is… completely indulging him. He should feel sick at his own curiosity, he should feel disgusted at anything Sukuna says or thinks, but he can't — not when Sukuna's voice gets even lower and deeper, practically thrumming right up his spine now.

"I will rip off your lips with my teeth," Sukuna says, tongue flickering out of his mouth like a snake scenting the air. Can he sense Yuuji's increasing body heat, can he taste Yuuji's surge of excitement?

In the back of his mind, Yuuji can still hear the small snatches of the cursed king's stolen thoughts: So soft and sweet, bite down and make them bleed. A blurry image surfaces from the depths of Sukuna's consciousness into Yuuji's own, a flickering image of Yuuji's lips covered in a sheen of Sukuna's saliva, the king's teeth sunk deep in the soft flesh of Yuuji's mouth.

"I will devour your fingers, your face, your insides," Sukuna continues, and there's a pounding pulse where the knots of Sukuna's soul are tangled with Yuuji's own… he can sense them like never before, and he can't keep up with the rush of thoughts and images surging through Sukuna's mind, a fragmented stream of The brat, the brat stuck on my fingers, running down my face, his colors … melting through my veins. Dripping down my lips, glistening across my wrists, feel his soul deep in my bones.

And Yuuji exhales with a rush, because the way Sukuna is thinking of him right now… it's like a morbid love song or something — like broken pieces snapped off some grotesque poem, dark petals peeled off a black flower. It's like there's nothing else in the world he'd rather have all to himself, nothing he wouldn't want to devour better. Yuuji can sense the corrosive, overbearing feeling that eats away at Sukuna, that hunger he'd never sensed in the King of Curses before. Hunger just for Yuuji, hunger to make them one, hunger to absorb Yuuji completely into his own self so that they will never be apart. To mix their colors, to melt into each other's souls, to burst in each other's mouths.

Those thoughts are all imploding inside of Sukuna's mind and spilling directly into Yuuji's. He can barely breathe, his heart beating too hard against his ribcage, like a trapped bird throwing itself against the cage. And of course Sukuna takes notice of it … All of a sudden, a pressure encircles Yuuji's beating heart completely, crushing his chest.

"And I will gorge on your heart," Sukuna growls, and Yuuji is flooded with a sudden rush of possessiveness that is pouring directly from Sukuna. It's a dizzying jolt to his system. It's burning heat throbbing in his chest, a hand right over his heart, cupping it whole. It's overwhelming, and he almost can't take it, knees giving out so he slips down onto the floor, close to overflowing.

He lets out a gasp, filled to bursting by this strange feeling coursing through his entire body. There's something inside of him. Sukuna, inside of him. So close, so warm, burning within his skin like a fever. He's never known a closeness like this before, never. The fullness of it, the rightness of it is shocking, consuming.

A hot touch spreading across his hand barely registers in the back of his mind. He lifts it up, watching as Sukuna's eye and mouth flutter open across his palm. The eye is scarlet, deep dark red and slitted, like a demonic cat staring up at him. Their gazes lock together, and Yuuji can't pull away.

"Do you get it now, brat?" Sukuna asks, softly. Far too softly. His tongue flicks out again, dragging up Yuuji's wrist, licking up the sweat gathering there. "You are my vessel, made for me. You're mine. Everything you are belongs to me. This body, this soul, this heart is all for me."

The hand around his heart clenches deeper and Yuuji almost sobs, the warmth of it thawing whatever had kept him cold and lonely before all this. Before Sukuna ended up inside of him, before there was nothing and no one in the world that had gotten so close to Yuuji.

He stares into Sukuna's eye, feels the sorcerer's mouth with those dark lips twitching into a growing grin. "I could eat you forever," Sukuna purrs, and Yuuji can't help it.

Before he can think better of it, before he even knows what he's doing, he leans in closer and presses his mouth to Sukuna's own. It's nothing more than a quick brush of his lips against the cursed king's, but in that single moment Yuuji feels how surprisingly soft Sukuna's mouth is, how sharp his teeth are past that obscenely long tongue.

And before Sukuna can say anything in response, Yuuji smiles down at the monster manifested on his palm. "Enough of the gross cannibal talk, old man, or someone might think you're getting feelings for me. Admittedly twisted feelings, but feelings all the same."

Sukuna opens his cursed mouth to make protests, but Yuuji silences him by placing his hand right over those dark lips. Naturally, the King of Curses bites him, hard enough to draw blood even, but Yuuji doesn’t cry out or pull away. He lets Sukuna’s teeth sink deep into the flesh of his palm, a bright flash of pain for just a moment, and revels in the thoughts coursing through their shared mind, a chorus of mine mine mine that is felt by the both of them. 

When Sukuna’s mouth pulls away, there’s an obvious bitemark buried deep in Yuuji’s flesh, and Sukuna grins wide to show his now bloodied teeth. “You’re mine, brat, don’t ever forget that.” 

Yuuji can only nod. Maybe he’s actually mad. Maybe Sukuna did something to his brain, altered it or damaged it or something. But right in this moment, he feels too full, too warm, almost whole… It feels so good, he can’t really fight it. He leans back against the sink and closes his eyes. Breathes in and feels Sukuna’s soul shifting inside of him, breathes out and senses the slow calming of Sukuna’s thoughts. 

Everything is so weird. Everything is so messed up. But when he feels the aching of his bloody palm, the sweet purring Sukuna makes whenever Yuuji accepts those feelings, he knows it’s the only fate he’s willing to face. Being marked by the King of Curses is a tragedy, really, but never before has Yuuji felt so close to something, never felt so alive and powerful, never felt so complete and defined. He feels that he belongs, that he is wanted, even if it’s in some twisted way. 

And he knows that he is Sukuna’s. 

And, deep down, he knows that Sukuna is his too, because both of them are complete with each other, and both of them are the two sides of the very same whole.  

It’s not such a monstrous thought as it should have been, and he isn’t as scared as he’d thought he’d be when he finally — and fully — accepts it.

[noroi1000]

Honored One Shot no.10 - @safaia-47

„Weightlessness zone”

Dom Gojo x Sub fem Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend loves to fuck you. He liked to experiment. So maybe he'll fuck you in his domain?

Warnings: NSFW

Your leg was lifted as you rested your hands on the wall. You could barely stand as you stood on one leg on your tiptoes. Your leg was shaking.

Your calf was placed on your boyfriend's bare chest.

Your eyes watered as you tried your hardest to stay upright. In order not to fall.

Even though if you fell anyway, he would catch you.

He would hold your body and carry on.

One large hand is placed on your thigh as he supported your leg and the other on your hip.

Your walls were being pulled apart by a big dick. And his hips were hitting you at a fast pace.

Your whole body trembled as he held you in his belly, balls rubbing against the beginning of your thigh.

"You like a big dick, don't you?" he laughed.

Suddenly he grabbed your other leg, lifting you up.

He grabbed your forearm to wrap your arms around his neck as he held you in the air.

Your tits pressed against his chest as he held you on his cock. Your pussy pressed against his entire length, pulling him deeper.

It was unreal deep. At least that's how you felt. Because his tip was digging into your deepest parts, nuzzling your nerves. Making you tremble and moan with pleasure.

And that's what he meant. So he can fuck you until you lose all your senses.

As he bounced you up with his hips, you couldn't even save your poor body from feeling too much pleasure.

Suddenly he put your back against the cold wall. You sighed feeling cold.

Moments later, his big tip dug into your hole quickly, giving you the same feeling.

Too much... Too much filling. Too much pleasure...

As he held your legs on his forearms, he drove into you all the way, watching your reactions under his blindfold.

The moment he was quickly inside of you, you came panting on top of him.

Your mouth still open as you added more slickness to his cock.

Satoru showed you some mercy... He waited until you had your orgasm. And a second after he sensed your breathing slowing down, he moved his hips.

You let out a loud moan at his first move. Because it was hypersensitivity...

Your eyes widened as you felt a strange sensation as he loosened his grip on your hips. Gravity was pulling you down, giving his tip the ability to press against your cervix mercilessly.

As you hid his smile behind your eyelids, tears streamed down your cheeks. His thrusts became slower but deeper.

"My my~ you're trembling all over here, baby." He hummed against your lips as moans flowed out like a song. "Let me enjoy this tight feeling more. I love your pussy so much."

His hips pressed against yours. Your legs trembled against his forearms.

He placed his lips on yours and you closed your lips.

However, his language was always insistent. So he licked your closed ones, and as if on command, your muscles relaxed, letting his tongue slide over yours.

Teasing your palate and occasionally hooking the entrance to your throat, he began rocking his body against yours. Giving you pleasant chills.

Too pleasant.

He took your moans into his mouth, enjoying the sight of your tears streaming down your red cheeks.

He loved the view.

His little, cute and submissive girl in pleasure. When you let him do what he wants with you.

Kawaii poor thing can't stand a big dick that goes so deep. He does everything to give you a new dimension of pleasure. By fucking hard, slow, fast or deep. By toys. By many orgasms. Through different positions. And you take it all so well. The way your body trembles and surrenders to it.

Your legs, though trembling, allow him to do this. Your legs spread as he fucks you.

Because you love it. Your body loves it.

Everything about you loves how your boyfriend dominates you and makes you a whining mess.

You were so innocent. You lay under him and shivered as he held you in place to thoroughly ram into your walls.

A tight pussy that takes a big cock.

This sight was his dream.

Bites and marks on the chest. On the shoulders and on the thighs. On the back. A wet pussy that takes him so well. Your face, red. Tears flow from the eyes and a drop of saliva flows from the open, moaning mouth

He's already given you almost everything. And it gives you such a good feeling. He loves it. He would be satisfied with the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock.

But he likes to experiment with things that interest him. Just like he loves to put his blindfold on you.

It was never risky. Because he doesn't want to hurt you. However, there is something he really wanted to try.

He loved the way your body pushed his cock inside. It's only natural that when you ride him or just sit on top and he fucks you, your body pushes into him.

This is how gravity works.

He was curious what it would be like to fuck you without gravity.

His tongue slipped from between your lips, saliva on your chin.

"I love to fuck you. Fucking you in gravity. But I'm curious what would happen if I fuck you in a weightless zone?"

You looked at him questioningly. You wanted to feel his soft lips on yours again.

What did he mean when he talked about the weightless zone?

Suddenly its length left your insides and was placed on your belly.

He wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you from falling.

"Hold me and you'll be fine." he said with a smile as he took off the blindfold and placed it around his neck.

His fingers crossed and a cosmic sky suddenly appeared around you.

It was so quiet there. You suddenly felt slightly cold.

You saw something like a black hole. Stars everywhere. Infinite cosmos.

Is this what his domain looks like?

You've never seen it.

You felt as if your skin became more sensitive.

Your body didn't touch any surface. In front of you, all you could see was your White Haired boyfriend with his erection lying on your belly.

"Don't let me go. As long as you touch me, you won't die."

You shivered as the words left his mouth.

The thrill of danger was exhilarating at times.

Surely you felt his domain somehow.

You were under pressure. Vain, feeling weightless. In Unlimited Void you feel everything and feel nothing.

He suddenly took you away for a while, and only held your hand.

You'll be fine as long as he's holding you. His fingers held you. Just to loosen the grip a little. His fingertips continued to touch you. Therefore, nothing has happened to you and nothing will happen to you.

It was just a way to make his energy affect you a little more. But nothing will happen to you.

You felt his domain pressing against you. Nothing hurt you. Nothing bad happened to you.

But you felt so vulnerable.

Your nipples were hardened.

You shivered, feeling the pleasant shaking of your walls after your sex. You've never felt it.

Your body has become oversensitive.

So when his hands hugged you to him, you moaned very softly.

His hands wrapped around your legs around his hips as he could move you up and down. There was no gravity here.

He kissed your lips and slowly drove his cock into you.

He could confirm that the feeling of your pussy was a little different. However, only you are affected by the effect of his domain. That's why you felt the most.

And that sensitivity became the reason that as soon as he touched your clit and G-spot at the same time, you came, gushing around his cock.

He looked at your stretching pussy with a satisfied smile, which was dripping with excitement from all sides.

"A little more baby. Let's have some more weightless fun."

[applesontheground]

the only thing inside of you that you cannot control🧩

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY TWENTY SEVEN - HATEFUCK & LAPDANCE

this one was also an idea i got pretty early on, and i am very excited to get gay as hell one more time for mandy during this month.

NSFW | Word Count: 1,700 | Amanda Young x Female Apprentice!Reader contains toxic themes, BDSM, grinding, slapping, scratching, hickeys, marking, spitting, the girls are fightinggg 🎼: x, x, x (frothing at the mouth to find the perfect opportunity to use this song to its full inspirational potential hnnngH-)

She had called you jailbait last night.

It had been sudden, discussing the plan you were on tonight with her while toiling in the usual dank corner of the city with the rest of the rats in the pack. It had just been you, John, Amanda, and Hoffman – which was a full house compared to the usual spacing out of when everyone would come in to play their part.

Amanda was quick to step in when John made it clear he wasn’t well enough to take the next player in the game down, and Hoffman hadn’t been keen to jump on the prospect of finding the man at a local nightclub, either. She recruited you before you even had time to think on it, and she began telling you exactly what you were going to be doing, and comfortable to admit why you in specific were coming in the first place.

“Are you listening?” She asked when you feigned eye contact, making you snap back to attention. “I'm not being jailbait, so that’s where you’re going to come in. Look nice,” She nodded, “This guy is smart enough to evade cops, and other things, but judging by his track record, he won’t avoid a pretty face.”

She gestured at you one more time, making you dig your tongue into your cheek, nodding with a simmering furrow of your brow. John hadn’t responded, and Hoffman had to hide the smirk for the rest of the time he was in the room with you.

Still, you had a job to do. It couldn’t be personal, right?

That was something you knew you had over her, something that would keep your head screwed on correctly despite the jabs, and her weird attitude towards you as a whole.

A black long-sleeved dress hung in the doorway to your closet, swaying in the slight brush of air from you walking through to pull the rest of the outfit together: a pair of black high heels with ankle straps and dark pantyhose. The dress itself barely went to your mid-thigh, and while you weren’t keen to wear it because of that, you were going to follow Amanda’s guidance and leave nothing to the imagination. Dark eyeshadow, a sharp wing pointing straight out rather than up, and rouge-colored lipstick sealed your appearance.

Power came with feeling decent about this look as you scowled at yourself in the mirror. You did it not to go to work, to do something utterly unhinged after you got this target alone…but to show that you could live with being bait.

You could even show her what that really looks like on you if that’s truly where you fell in her plans.

The lights were low enough, and the music was loud enough for you to stay covert and slide in between a sea of taller people. Even better, you saw her before she saw you, waiting for you to arrive to put the night into motion.

You kept your eyes off of her as you scanned the room. Smiling at someone – and a compliment making you laugh out of a formality to play the part as someone unsuspecting – was what got her looking at you. While you felt her eyes, you pretended to be oblivious, once again looking over at the rest of the venue.

It was when you saw your guy you let your smile fall, watching him stand close to the wall and looking at something on his phone, another girl hovering over his shoulder. You tilted your head, considering whether you should get a drink before approaching or not.

“[Y/N]?” Amanda called, but you ignored her once more, instead turning to the bartender with another smile. You tipped generously, and hearing her grit her teeth, “Get over here. [Y/N]!” only made you look back at your guy. He was alone now, and you figured this was the time for you to cast your line.

Taking a final sip of your drink, willing down the taste with a twisting expression, you finally made eye contact with her. Now that you could spot her again openly, there was a confused expression on her face as she was fumbling to keep her cool.

She looked shocked, and you figured she might be surprised you could clean up. She could herself, a nice black skirt and white blouse making you wonder why she had gone out of the way herself. Feeling another spark of warmth, bravery gripping you by your throat but also pushing you forward, you winked at her before pushing off the bar and finally making your way towards the man.

“Hey, were you at the Stolen Pony last week? I didn't get a chance to say hi.” You chimed, making the man look up. He closed his phone, and replied, “Yeah, I was. How about you?”

Amanda was right, he didn't want to ignore you.

You stepped out the back door of the bar, pulling the long snout of the mask off as Amanda was already at the car she had come in. Surprisingly, she had offered to be your ride home, but now was silent as she pushed the final limb into the trunk, watching you throw his phone and wallet on top of him while walking to stand next to her.

“What the hell were you doing in there?” She finally spoke, unable to be quiet anymore when you were in close proximity. Holding the mask behind the car and looking around, you shrugged at her. “I did what you asked me to. I’m being-“ You slammed the trunk before spitting the last word out, “Your bait.”

You turned away again, a hip sliding against her leg as you turned to walk to the passenger side of the car. That didn’t fly, obviously, and she suddenly slammed her body into yours, tripping you up as you slumped against the car window, your arm twisting behind your back as she wrapped her hand around your wrist.

“I’ve had enough of your shit.”

“Me!?” You snapped your head, “I’m just saying your words back to you.” You strained against her hold on you, “Don’t act like I’m-“

“In my idea,” She interrupted, “You weren’t going to listen to me. You were going to look like you normally do, and I was going to have to pick up the slack.” You looked back at her, narrowing your eyes as her warm thighs were pressing into yours, knees driven up slightly as she muttered, “I didn’t want you to listen to me, [Y/N].”

You scoffed at that, forehead against the top of the car now as you grumbled, “Everything we work for? The mantra behind this little job we're on?”

Her grip on your wrists flexed, and you tried to shake out of it as you looked at her again, your own backside rubbing up against her and shimmying slightly. “You tell me the fucking rules, Amanda, and I’m going to follow them.”

She finally let go, but when you turned around, she had her hips against you again, “Oh, look at Miss Goody-goody.” She gawked, and you sneered, "Says the cunt who follows John's every waking move."

Rigid, she threw you back against the car again. "Get in."

You grinned, immediately opening the door and sliding inside, being sure to spread your legs in a slightly exaggerated way when doing so.

The slam of the door the second you were in only made you bust out in laughter.

"Had enough?"

You gasped for air, shaking your head despite your makeup ruined, head tilting to the side in case she kissed you again. "Do it again," You pleaded.

A hard slap to your face made your head press against the concrete wall, back in the same room this all had started in. She had hauled you in like a sack of potatoes after dealing with your guy, still sedated and propped in another room for Lawrence to handle in the early hours of the next day.

She told you not to move, and you had merely sat on the same desk you had been leaning against the day before, glaring daggers into her as she spoke down to you. You hadn't looked behind you, two steel loops over the desk now being utilized as she bound your wrists, hoisting them above your head before tearing your dress off.

Apparently, the guy you two had bagged hadn't been the only one unable to handle what you were looking like. Red marks -- lipstick and scratches -- covered your bare chest as you listened to her call you every dirty word under the sun between whispers against your skin, a hickey on the inner thigh just to remind you how she felt.

Bitch, motherfucker, doll...

She was regaining some composure through this destruction, and you merely lolled your head and didn't put too much of a fight up against her any more. She drove two fingers into your cunt, making your moan hitch and whine as you looked at her, framed between your legs and setting a brutal pace.

"I should've known you were in this for the long haul, [Y/N]." She then murmured.

"Wh-..." You looked at her, shivering out your lust to focus, and ask in return, "Why the hell d'you say that?"

"Because you've proven to be a better listener, and-" She slapped your inner thigh, nails dragging down as you yelped from behind clenched teeth, shaking as you held eye contact.

"A better learner than I thought you'd be."

Blinking through the prick of oncoming tears, you watched her remove her fingers from you, jaw loosening as she sucked the slick off her digits and stared smugly on.

"Hard not to listen to a pretty face." You then crooned, earning her saliva-covered fingers framing your jaw and shoving your head back as she finally kissed you, moaning into your mouth before a sharp movement. She had puckered her lips against yours, and as you reeled from the fact she just spit, she pulled off you.

"Stop stealing my lines, bait." She muttered, tapping your cheek as you hung your head down.

This name was going to stick, after all.