#this is gonna be a wild ride come with me

[vaginalvr]

husband Spencer coming home exhausted to his wife cooking dinner for him wearing nothing but an apron, some skimpy panties and tits out. yea my mans drooling like a dog

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I had sm fun writing this one it makes me want to get married

REQUESTS OPEN!

cw: smut, teasing, domestic kink, married life, apron kink, panties only, soft dom/sub vibes, kitchen sex, oral (f receiving), cockwarming, riding, sweet but filthy

The front door clicked open with a heavy sigh.

You heard the familiar rustle of keys, the thump of Spencer’s messenger bag against the entryway wall, and the long exhale he always gave after a rough day at the Bureau. You could already picture it: his shoulders slumped, hair slightly mussed, the knot of his tie loosened and his mind still spinning from whatever the hell case had pulled him into overtime again.

“Sweetheart?” he called, voice tired but soft. “I’m home.”

You turned the stove down and leaned one hip against the counter, the scent of garlic and butter filling the kitchen. “In here, baby.”

He walked in with a half-smile—then froze.

His eyes landed on you and stayed there.

You were wearing nothing but a lacy black thong and his favorite pale pink apron, tied loosely around your waist with your breasts completely bare above the ruffle-trimmed fabric. Your nipples peaked from the kitchen air, and your thighs squeezed together as you felt the heat of his stare.

You raised an eyebrow. “Long day?”

His mouth opened, then closed. “Jesus Christ.”

You smiled, slow and deliberate. “I figured you’d be hungry.”

He blinked at you like he wasn’t sure if he should eat dinner or you. “What—how—fuck.”

You stepped closer, hands behind your back, posture innocent as you pressed your chest right into his dress shirt.

“I made your favorite,” you murmured. “Pasta with that sauce you like. But…” You tilted your head. “You can have dessert first, if you want.”

He groaned. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Not before I blow your mind, husband.”

He grabbed your hips hard enough to make you gasp. “Bedroom. Now.”

You gave a playful smile and pulled away.

“Nope.”

You turned and bent over the stove to stir the sauce, letting the thin apron ride up and fully expose your ass. You heard a very sharp inhale from behind you.

“You’re cruel,” he muttered.

“You love me.”

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

“I’m counting on it.”

You didn’t get through dinner.

Spencer fell to his knees in front of you, right there in the kitchen, kissing up your thighs until your knees buckled. He tugged your panties aside with a growl and licked you like he was starving — slow, deliberate, holding your hips while you trembled and moaned his name.

“Taste so sweet,” he murmured, licking a stripe up your slit. “God, I missed this.”

You tugged his curls and spread your legs wider, panting. “Then take it.”

He did.

You came against his tongue with a cry, thighs clenching, chest rising and falling in frantic waves. He stood after, lips glistening, eyes wild, and carried you to the counter, spinning you around to face him.

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered. “Naked in my apron, dripping for me.”

You kissed him hard. “Then fuck me, Doctor.”

He didn’t need more convincing.

He tugged his pants just low enough, gripped your thighs, and lifted you up onto the edge of the counter. You guided him inside you with a soft gasp, your arms wrapping around his neck as he slid home, thick and deep and perfect.

You both stilled there, breathing in each other’s mouths, and then he began to move.

Slow at first — just enough to feel, to grind, to claim. His hands were everywhere — your waist, your breasts, your face — like he didn’t know where to touch first. You kissed him feverishly, rolling your hips to meet every thrust.

“You always do this to me,” he groaned. “I come home tired and you make me feel alive again.”

You nipped at his jaw. “Because you’re mine. And I love taking care of you.”

He picked up the pace, hips slamming into yours with more urgency now, and you moaned loud enough to echo through the tile.

“I’m close,” you gasped. “Spence—please—”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered, thumb finding your clit, working quick circles. “Come with me. Be good for me and let go.”

You shattered around him, crying out into his neck as he followed right after, grinding into you with a low, broken groan as he filled you.

You stayed there for a while — wrapped in his arms on the counter, breathing in sync.

Then he kissed your temple.

“…So. About that pasta?”

You giggled.

“You really want dinner after that?”

He grinned. “No. I want seconds.”

[snottyped]

Can you do like an an ftm reader? Like with female anatomy but male pronouns and nicknames? I’m not picky about the monster tho

moonstruck

werewolf x ftm reader (female anatomy)

You’ve barely made it through the cabin door before he’s on you.

The full moon hangs swollen in the sky, silver light filtering through the wooden slats of the window, and your werewolf—your partner, your beast—has been holding back for hours. He swore he could control it this time. Swore he’d wait until you said yes.

You did. So he kept that promise.

And now his control is gone.

He’s got you against the wall, his breath hot against your neck, teeth grazing the skin just shy of too hard. His hands—clawed, rough, shaking—tug at your pants, scenting you like he’s starving.

“You smell like heaven,” he growls, voice barely human. “My love…my good boy.”

You groan, grinding against him. He’s already half-shifted—fur bristling down his arms, eyes glowing that wild amber, and his cock? Huge. Already hard. Already dripping slick against your thigh.

“You waited for me?” you murmur, cocky, breathless. “Did so good holding back for me, hm?”

His growl turns soft. Worshipful.

“For you,” he pants. “Only for you. You say when. You ride me when you’re ready. Just—fuck—need to be in you.”

You grab him by the chin, tilting his face toward yours. “Bed. Now.”

He stumbles back, already whining, already leaking. You strip fast—bare chest rising with every breath, your cunt slick and aching, thighs trembling. You climb over him where he’s sprawled on the mattress, muscles twitching, pupils blown. His cock twitches—thick, flushed dark, the knot already swelling at the base.

You line yourself up. His claws dig into the sheets.

“Wait—wait, sweetheart, I might—fuck—I might knot you too fast—”

You sink down. Hard.

He howls.

Your walls stretch wide around him, struggling to take the girth of it, and his head slams back against the bed with a choked moan.

“F-fuck, you’re—tight—”

You start to move, hands on his chest, rolling your hips in deep, grinding circles. You can feel the knot nudging at your entrance, fat and insistent already, and his whole body trembles beneath you like you’ve short-circuited him.

“Look at you,” you pant. “Big bad wolf reduced to a mess just from his boyfriend riding his cock.”

He whines, clawing at your waist, trying not to thrust.

“You’re so warm,” he gasps. “So wet, my love—fuck, you’re milking me already—”

“Yeah?” you growl, bouncing harder. “You gonna fill me up like a good mutt? Or do I need to make you come?”

His eyes flash wild. “Breed you. Gonna breed you, fuck you full, knot you so deep you drips for days—”

You slam down all the way, and the knot pops in.

He howls.

Your cunt stretches wide around it, the pressure so deep it punches a moan out of you. He bucks wildly beneath you, fully rutting now, instinct crashing over restraint like a wave.

“Mine!” he snarls, voice more growl than words. “My mate—my boy—my lover, you’re—fuck—tight, can’t pull out—”

“You’re not supposed to,” you groan, riding out the thick, pulsing knot inside you. “You’re supposed to knot me like a good fucking wolf.”

He howls again, claws tearing the sheets, and you feel him release.

It’s hot. Endless. Rope after rope of come floods your cunt, and he can’t stop moaning—can’t stop whispering, “mine, mine, mine,” as his hips twitch and his knot locks you both in place.

You collapse against his chest, breath ragged, the fullness inside you making your belly feel heavy. His arms wrap tight around you, and his breath huffs warm against your throat.

“You always do this to me,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and spent. “Make me lose it. Make me yours.”

You smirk into his neck. “That’s ‘cause you are.”

He hums, nuzzling you, knot still lodged deep, hips twitching like he’s already getting hard again.

“You wanna go again, love?” he pants, voice low.

You roll your hips. Feel him swell.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

[nhmkhnh]

moonlight & velvet.

pairings: werewolf!vi & vampire!caitlyn x fem!reader

preface: somethin' about you, i can't get enough.

author's note: another day another long forgotten yearning comes up. yes, i am back </3 women don't affect me like men do, they go deep and stay, make me dreaming to the point have to write it for myself.

wrn: lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni) list: amab!caitvi ;; dom!caitvi ;; sub!bottom!r ;; threesome ;; oral (r. receiving) ;; praise kink ;; riding.

navigation.

rain lashes the window, thunder rumbling somewhere far above the city’s fog-choked streets. inside the attic room, the air is heavy—thick with the scent of rain, sweat, and something darker, animal and electric. you’re pinned against velvet sheets, every sense thrumming, your nerves drawn tight as wire.

vi is the first thing you feel: the heat of her body, the solid grip of her hands on your thighs. you’re spread wide, skirt bunched at your hips, every inch of skin prickling with anticipation. her pink hair falls wild as her eyes—hungry, striking-blue, burning into you like she’s already decided how she’ll devour you. there’s barely any space between want and action.

caitlyn is at your side, cool as moonlight, her scent a dizzying blend of sharp wine and crushed violets. she leans in, lips ghosting over your cheek, her hand carding through your hair. her voice is velvet, low and teasing. “look at her, vi. our sweet girl’s trembling. she wants it so badly, don’t you, angel?”

your answer is a shudder and a gasp as vi’s teeth scrape the inside of your thigh, just shy of breaking skin. “she’s soaked for us,” vi growls, voice rough with hunger. “bet she’d let us do anything.” her thumb strokes slick between your legs, gathering wetness and spreading it, slow and unhurried, until you’re squirming, aching, desperate for more.

caitlyn’s fingers tip your chin, forcing your gaze to hers. her eyes are storm-dark, hungry, the barest edge of her fangs showing as she smirks. “patience, darling. we want to taste every sound you make.”

vi doesn’t wait. she dives in, tongue broad and hot, and your hips jerk helplessly. she licks you like she’s starving—long, greedy strokes, her nose pressed right where you need her, her stubble scraping your inner thighs. each flick makes your muscles jump, every moan coaxed out and savored.

caitlyn’s mouth finds your ear, her breath cool and deliberate. “let her eat you, baby. let her make you sing for us.” her hand glides down, pinching your nipple, rolling it between her fingers until your back arches off the sheets.

vi glances up, lips slick, grinning wicked. “you taste like heaven, sweet girl. so good for us.” she flattens her tongue and drags it over your clit, slow and relentless, until your toes curl, your hands clutching at anything—sheets, vi’s hair, caitlyn’s wrist. “don’t hold back,” vi murmurs, “wanna hear you. wanna feel you come apart.”

you try to muffle your whimpers, but caitlyn’s grip tightens, her nails sharp against your jaw. “don’t you dare hide from us,” she hisses, her accent slicing through the haze. “let go, angel. show us how you want it.”

vi’s mouth is merciless, tongue circling, lips sucking, the rhythm maddening. she flicks, then sucks, then plunges her tongue inside you, her growl vibrating through your whole core. caitlyn laves your throat with kisses, her free hand sliding between your bodies, her fingers finding your clit just as vi sinks two thick digits inside you, curling them until you’re wailing.

“look at her, cait,” vi pants, voice thick with pride and hunger. “she’s gonna break for us.” she crooks her fingers, relentless, and you come undone—shaking, crying out, your vision blurring as pleasure crashes over you, wave after wave.

caitlyn kisses you, swallowing your moans, her tongue cool and demanding. “beautiful. so beautiful like this. all ours.” she nips your lip, her fangs scraping just enough to make you gasp.

vi pulls back, licking her lips, her chest heaving. “didn’t think you’d be so sweet, angel. but i want more.” she flips you with inhuman strength, settling you on your knees, presenting you to caitlyn like a prize.

caitlyn’s hands are all ice and silk as she strips off her coat, baring her pale, perfect skin. her cock is cool against your inner thigh, impossibly hard. “ready, darling?” she murmurs, her voice trembling with restraint.

you nod, desperate, and she pushes inside—slow, stretching, every inch a new shock of sensation. she fills you, rocking her hips, her fingers tangled in your hair as she pulls your mouth to hers. “you take me so well,” she purrs, “such a good girl for us. let me ruin you.”

vi kneels behind you, kissing your shoulders, biting marks into your skin. “gorgeous. so fucking gorgeous.” her hands grip your hips, holding you steady for caitlyn’s thrusts, her breath hot as she urges you on.

caitlyn’s rhythm is ruthless—deep, punishing, every thrust sending sparks up your spine. she presses her thumb to your clit, circling, coaxing another orgasm from your overstimulated nerves. vi’s fingers join hers, working in tandem, stroking and squeezing until your cries echo off the attic walls.

“come for us again, baby,” caitlyn commands, her tone dark and delicious. “let us see you fall apart.” you do, body clenching, vision going white as you sob their names, pleasure so fierce it feels like pain.

caitlyn pulls out, panting, her lips slick with your taste as she kisses you again. “my turn,” vi growls, flipping you onto your back, her own cock thick and hot as she lines up at your entrance. she watches your face as she pushes in, slow at first, then all at once, stretching you wide, filling you so deep your eyes roll back.

“fuck, you’re perfect,” vi snarls, her voice almost breaking. “so tight for me, angel. mine.” she thrusts, hard and fast, her hands everywhere—your hips, your waist, your breasts—claiming every inch of you.

caitlyn settles beside you, kissing your neck, her hand stroking your hair, grounding you as vi pounds into you, every movement wild and desperate. “you’re doing so well, darling,” caitlyn soothes, her praise honey-sweet. “take her, let her have you. you’re safe, you’re ours.”

vi’s pace is brutal, her hunger burning through every touch, every word. “gonna make you come again, baby. gonna fill you up, make you remember who you belong to.” her thumb finds your clit, rubbing rough and fast, and you’re gone—screaming, clawing at her back as you shatter, your whole world narrowing to the feel of vi inside you.

vi comes with a growl, hips jerking, her teeth buried in your shoulder, marking you as hers. she holds you close, sweat and heat and pure, dizzying satisfaction.

but caitlyn isn’t done.

she pulls you onto her lap, guiding you to straddle her, her cock sliding back inside so easily, your body still trembling, oversensitive. she holds your waist, guiding your movements, slow and delicious, her eyes locked on yours. “ride me, angel. show us how much you want it.”

you move for her, grinding down, every thrust sending aftershocks of pleasure through your spent nerves. caitlyn’s hands are everywhere, worshipping, praising, her voice a constant thread of sweet nothings and filthy promises. vi kneels behind, kissing your spine, her hands stroking your breasts as you move.

“good girl,” caitlyn croons, her voice trembling. “so perfect, so beautiful, taking us both. you’re incredible, angel, you’re everything.” she thrusts up, meeting your motions, her control finally slipping as she slams into you, her climax hitting hard, her head thrown back in bliss.

you collapse between them, wrapped in their arms, trembling and breathless. vi’s lips brush your ear. “ours,” she whispers, her voice softer, reverent. “always, sweet girl.”

caitlyn kisses your temple, her smile lazy and adoring. “rest, darling. you’ve earned it.”

outside, the city pulses with secrets and fog, but inside, you are safe, wanted, utterly adored—claimed by the wolf and the vampire who will never let you go.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Title thing: rollercoster? (I honestly don’t know if it’s 2 words or 1) I got the idea from the fact that Minho is scared of heights.

Also me too girly, I CANNOT take any sort of rollercosters.😔 and I call my friends crazy for liking them.

rollercoaster:

a/n: this is a drabble! this is the result of the lucky draw sorta thing i had hehe

taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v–143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry

 @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @reginald-stay09 @lunalattae @just-hyunlix-things @skzrosey @kijaswrldd @shinywombatcrusade @heartsforvia

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 drabble 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

warnings: mentions of panic, rollercoasters and detailed fear

it really wasn’t supposed to be him. it should’ve been someone else. but jisung was too much of a baby to go on the rollercoaster alone and everyone else had just eaten. 

minho had approached the line with visible discomfort, sidling up next to hannie, who was trying a breathing exercise. 

“ah—hyung!” jisung had turned in shock. “you don’t have to…i know you don’t like them. let’s just go later.” and jisung had made to leave, but minho insisted. he hadn’t wanted to ruin his dongsaeng’s fun. 

and now he was regretting it as the lady explained kindly how to pull down the bar. minho was not feeling confident and he was really regretting his decision as jisung nervously asked the lady if they were really that secure. 

and the beginning was fine. sungie had enjoyed it immensely and was now happily waiting for the drop. and they were rising. minho squeezed his eyes shut as jisung yelled and shouted and threw his arms up like all the other people on the coaster. 

and they stopped. 

and minho made the grave mistake of peeking an eye open just as the coaster dropped. 

the screech that ripped out of him couldn’t even be classified as human as he gripped the bar and prayed it was over. jisung screamed happily and seeing minho’s pale, panic-ridden face, he grabbed the older’s hand and gripped it tightly. 

minho felt like his soul was leaving his body, and he was screaming louder than anyone on the coaster. he couldn’t give a flying fuck considering he was currently flying through the air faster than a jet engine. 

jisung was whooping as the drop finished and minho slumped in his seat, glad it was over. 

until it began moving again. backwards. 

“oh no—oh no SUNG-AH!!” minho screamed as the coaster dipped and then shot up from behind before stopping there, in the middle of the ascend back through the drop. 

everyone slumped forward due to the gravity of being dangled there in midair and, looking down, minho felt like he was gonna faint. jisung was ecstatic about this part, yelling in a mix of disbelief and excitement. 

minho cracked. 

hot, wet tears spilled down his face and he wanted nothing more than to just get out of there. 

the drop began midway and minho’s guttural howl was lost to the wind as they zoomed towards the end. finally. 

jisung, buzzing with adrenaline, was stammering in shock and awe. minho, meanwhile, was half slumped over his seat, panting hard, pale as hell. 

the others rushed over laughing and jisung helped minho out, letting out a surprised “whoa!” as minho’s legs gave out like jelly against him. 

that’s when everyone noticed the tears. 

“oh—” jisung startled. “oh, hyung, i’m so sorry…hey, are you okay? come on, let’s sit down.”

minho graciously let himself be led to a nearly park bench. the others gathered around him, and minho could see how concerned they were. 

he felt numb with adrenaline, legs trembling. hot, frightened, fast tears slipped down his face, pale with exhaustion. the one ride had zapped all of his energy. 

chan was on him in an instant. “hey, minho-yah, you’re okay. it’s all over now…”

minho groaned softly, sighing as hyunjin plopped down next to him, smoothing his hair down and pulling his hyung against him, letting min’s head rest on his arm. 

and minho was babbling softly, rambling as his voice cracked and he stammered. “a-and it was so scary—they pulled b-backwards…”

jisung watched guiltily as they drove home, and once they got there minho resigned to the couch. he was still pale with fear. 

“hyung-ah, i’m sorry…” jisung sat down hard next to minho. he gulped gently. it felt like there was a knot in his throat. 

“it’s okay, sungie,” minho responded softly, his hand reaching out to grab the younger’s. “you told me i didn’t have to come but i did anyway, so this is on me.”

and jisung hugged him tight. and then dug his fingers right into minho’s sides. what? when an opportunity presents itself…

minho squealed, his arms shooting down to jisung’s wrists and holding them. bad mistake. jisung wrestled out of his grip, grabbed both hands and pinned them above minho’s head. 

minho gaped, finding himself completely helpless as his back pressed against the couch as jisung gleefully plopped down on his thighs. 

“you ready?”

sungie didn’t even wait for minho to respond, happily going right for minho’s hips, a horrible spot, digging in with his thumbs in circular motions. 

minho howled, head flying back as he screeched with laughter, his eyes scrunching into crescents instantly. 

“SUHUHUNG AAHHAHAHAHHA!!” 

“yes, hyung?” jisung replied cheekily, grinning as minho cackled wildly, his hands shooting down to grab at the younger’s. 

“thahahaHAHAHATS UNFAHAHAIR!!” 

“what is? i’m cheering you up!” jisung retorted, his eyes cheery as he slid up minho’s sides and right into the older’s armpits. 

minho wheezed out a silent laugh as jisung’s thumbs kneaded in rhythmic motions, making dudududusounds. he pressed in as much as he could with the dancer’s arms clamped down. 

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” minho choked on a silent squeal, laughing his head off, and he was practically hysterical. “STAHAHAP STOP PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

and jisung slowly eased off just as the first few tears slipped down minho’s cheeks, this time from laughter. 

“what if we just tickle you on the rollercoaster next time? would that ease you up?~” jisung teased, yelping as minho, red-faced and blushing, threw a pillow at his head. 

“i’m not going on that stupid coaster again!” minho retorted, and jisung laughed as he imitated minho’s panicked screaming. 

earning yet again, another pillow to the face. 

ignore how choppy the transitioning is i wrote this in the plane 😭

[blackstargazer]

mid-story line tag

(10 lines from the middle of 10 fics & tagging 10 people)

Run, do not walk to @shyinsunlight’s lines. You’re in for a treat! (Thank you for tagging me ♥️)

In no particular order, because I am a chaos goblin:

XIV. Temperance

“What did I say about your hands, mon tigre?” A shaky, frantic voice ripped through Barty. “I haven't moved them—I—I swear.” Orion raised a brow before giving a sing-song reply, “But you did. And what did I tell you I would do?” Barty thought back to those tender kisses along his neck, “You said you would punish me.”

Bat Out of Hell

“Are you going to take my life like you promised?” “Reply hazy, try again.” Sirius answered, then tossed the ball to Barty who caught it one handed. “I suppose a better question would be,” Sirius purred as he sauntered over toward the younger man, winding his index fingers through Barty’s belt loops and tugging him forward so their hips were flush, “do you want me to?”

Undisclosed Desires

“That’s the difference between you and James and me and Barty. You and James live in this fun little bubble where you never share your true feelings.” “Yes, we do!” Sirius denied. “Not really. You, in particular, are afraid of judgment and have held back your desires—your wants—for fear of disrupting the status quo. And I can only surmise that James does the same. Either that or he’s incredibly boring and has never had an impure thought better left in his perfect little head.” Regulus pouted. Sirius’ smirk grew, and he tutted as his waves crashed against his cheeks. “Oh Reggie, I assure you, James is far from an angel . Do you want to know a secret?”

Arcadian Sunset

“When the devil comes knocking, you be sure to tell him I send my regards.”

Cowboy Killer

“Don’t tell me you’re done already.” Remus whispered, crimson lining his teeth as he worked his way up to Sirius’ ear, “Are you gonna come in your pants like a teenager? I thought you could handle a rough ride, darling. You wouldn’t want to ruin those fancy fucking pants, now, would you?”

Wild Things

"You know what your problem is?" Barty said as he took an impossible step closer, so their chests were touching, and Regulus had to look up even further, "You spend so much time stuck in the past that you're missing your present, your future. You're scared, Regulus, because you've been burned before. You're scared that you'll be burned again. So frightened that you're missing what's right in front of you."

XX. Judgment

“I don’t conform to anything—I would have thought you had known that by now.” Barty countered. Orion tutted as he stopped his rotation and stepped behind Barty, so their faces were directed toward the camera. A firm hand gripped Barty’s left hip, and the right hand of his father wrapped around a pliable throat as he purred gospel into his ear, “ahhh, but you do pet. You mold yourself into the image they expect to see when they look at you.” “And what do they expect to see?” Barty moaned out as Orion’s slender fingers traced along the barred throat. “Deviance, frivolity, anarchy.” Sirius watched as his father looked directly at him through the screen, paying no mind to the boy in front of him apart from the gentle caresses against his skin, and Sirius burned. “You refuse to look inward toward the reality of who you are—what you are—finding only a verboten, sinful, rancid soul and judging what you see through their lens, rather than your own.”

Waiting for the Spark

Regulus’ fingers began to ache; he was certain they were probably bleeding from how quickly he was typing and the force Regulus exerted onto each key, desperate to finish but knowing he was barely halfway. He idly thought about the sheer will James Potter was exuding as he managed to keep his cock up this whole time, barely satisfied by the clenching of Regulus’ center.

Broad-Shouldered Beasts

“No, no, no—I took your wings.” Betrayal marred his features, and he stepped back away from the angel. “Oh—Evan. Stop. I just told you I can change you back. I just wanted you to enjoy this for a moment. To see what you’ve missed.” “What I miss is my wings, Pandora . Give. Them. Back.” An impish smile rose to her face, “Not until you stop, take a look around, hear the sounds of the earth, smell the roses, taste the rainbow, feel mortality.”

Through the Looking Glass

“Sirius—he—Sirius cannot lose you again. It will break him—and he—he’s come so far, Regulus. These few months with you have been the happiest I’ve seen him in—well—since first year. And it would damage him beyond repair if you—he’ll take you however he can get you—in whatever way you feel most comfortable with. Be it brothers or—“ James’ wrist rolled in the air as he searched for another label that would be appropriate.

Please don’t feel pressured to participate if I tag you, and if you’ve already been tagged for this before—send me the link so I can read your lines 🙏

@andwaitforthespark @faeries-withspirits @snarky-magpie @wormvirtues @galaxoshine @bradleysass @astracoreiisblog @havocpusher @plumsmadness @star-liit

[hitheeprithee]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood & Scott Major | Smajor1995, Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood/Scott Major | Smajor1995, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Characters: Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood, Scott Major | Smajor1995, Pearl | PearlescentMoon, impulseSV (Video Blogging RPF), Skizzleman (Video Blogging RPF), EthosLab (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Mer!Scott Smajor, Animal Attack, (sort of), Blood and Injury, Modern setting with newly discovered supernatural characters, Dehumanization, Cruelty, Alternate setting - Oceanic institute, Societal Injustice, Martyn and Scott both have a Rough Time, Scott is not percieved as a sentient being for the first While of this, dark themes, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance Summary:

Martyn is both honored and beyond excited to be on the select team of experts who get to work with the first ever live captured mermaid. Things at the oceanic institute aren't exactly as they seem however, and their captive is not exactly thrilled to be there. Things will have to get a whole lot worse before they get better. -- Mermaid Mean Gills AU inspired by this tumblr post -- OH HEY HI DIDN’T SEE YOU THERE. Could I interest u in...majorwood mermaid au??

[13-nothing]

Rapid fire Inky Mystery Theories:

Bendy Shadows = Dead ink illness people (In other words the Lost Ones duuh)

(Tho last chpt descriptions made me think of Canon Bendy more than Lost Ones cause of the teeth and spines on the back, but ehhh, whatever, my statement stands)

Steven = Baby

(Don't kill me but I totally forgot about him til the last 2 chpts cause I don't reread that arc as much and he was a flash in a pan in the over arcing story. Tho I have to admit I got a little choked up realizing he died when I read it the 1st time)

Grandmama = The Eye Looking Through the Crystal Ball

(It's in my theory boards from last time buuuut there was a LOT on there and I didn't want it to get lost)

Bendy Shadows don't want to be humanoid in shape cause they aren't exactly who they were anymore. They're just the inky puddles now.

(Tho it does make me wonder what would happen if he tried to make them look specifically like who they used to be)

The Thing Demons Portal thru = Ink Realm

(Idk what to comment on here it just is)

Bendy's whole purpose is to fix the machine and BOTH of his fav activities will forever be tainted (hehe) by the fact he was created to specifically be good at them and not because he just chose them as HIS things to do.

(It's extremely sad when u think about it)

As of Chpt 268 Angelo was brought to the be with the shadows

(Wow, it's been like 80 something since that happened)

Sooo yeah that's all I got right now. Figured I'd try to get some of my theories out while before we get too far into the upcoming arc. Anyway, uh, thanks for reading and I say farewell to thee my fellow existences!

[revcnqe]

Randomly generated headcanons

Butcher has chronic nightmares.

Butcher tackles and wrestles people to show affection.

It would not take much for Butcher to turn evil.

Butcher can't sit in a chair properly.

Butcher uses the word "fuck" like a comma.

Butcher listens to 80s music.

Butcher desperately needs a hug but doesn't know it and refuses to ask for one.

Butcher likes board games, but no one else wants to play with them.

Butcher has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night.

Butcher is in your house.

tagged by: @ausgetrieben tagging: @heartofglass-mindofstone @vikasgarden @thesmartassdetective @hochmvt

[mayasdeluca]

that finale was way better than i anticipated and the marina scenes we got were so cute. i love that they are just so happy and in love with each other and can’t keep their hands off one another...they’ve come so far from the first episode of the season until now. what a journey! 

i find it very hard to believe that carina deluca wouldn’t have any other dress to wear to a fancy occasion but...the scene in the closet went from cute to sexy in five seconds flat. that kiss?!?!? 🥵🔥 will be on repeat all hiatus! bless them. 

i’m glad that we got to see them cuddling in bed and happy and talking about their future a little bit. bringing up IVF as the next step for their baby future...i really hope we get to see it. i’m curious now with the added factor of them delivering yet another baby from this woman who was giving it up for adoption and we don’t know if she made it or not??? was that intentional and are they planning to connect the two/have marina adopt? i kinda hope not because carina really wants to be pregnant and i really want to see this journey for them. just the two of them, doing this together to grow their family. but i guess we’ll have to see what they do with it next season.

i still wish we would have gotten at least one more conversation like we did at the end of 6x15 of them talking about their feelings and communicating to one another about what it was like while they were separated, what made maya not run for captain and why carina really is ready to be back home. i didn’t mind that they had spoken to others about it throughout the process but it just felt like after all the effort into rebuilding their foundation, it would’ve been nice for them to just have that one more conversation to pull it all together. i guess they might have figured that’s what they were doing in 6x15 (especially since zaiver said he had fought to ‘fix’ them in that episode) but overall, i’m really happy that we got to see them fall in love all over again essentially in the second half of 6B and we got so many parallels/redos from the beginning of their relationship. at least we’ll have some of those great scenes to hold us over until whenever we get marina back again. now we have to try and get through these several months without them. 😭

also that cliffhanger with jack seemed pretty cheap....i’m sure he’s going to be fine and it was so abrupt but...goodbye dixon. you will not be missed! 

[raeathnos]

.

[thieved]

ethan kisses her cheek. ( hehe hi )

there’s a movie playing on her television,   &  olympia’s walking over to set a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before sitting down next to @waywate.   when she does, he leans over, his lips pressing against her cheek, causing her cheeks to flush a bright pink hue.   a grin spreads across her features as she says,   “   one of the most iconic lines in cinema is coming up.   ”   moments later, as the scene unfolds before them, her hand falls on ethan’s forearm as if needing to get his attention, &  she recites the line with the actor,   “   you better hold on tight, spider monkey.   ”

[satorena]

✧.* BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !?

featuring. g. satoru, f. toji, n. kento, g. suguru, k. choso

warnings. explicit content, foul language, lots of unrealistic expectations (note. title itself), overstimulation (m+f), dickdrunk!reader, dumbification, usage of toys, squirting, spanking, very light spit play, anal, 69 position, breeding kink, unprotected sex, toji’s kinda mean and choso can’t tell the difference between pussy and an asshole. if i forgot anything else my bad !

rena’s note. BUT I LASTED TEN ROUNDS LIKE A FREAK !!! LIKE A G !!!

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

“fuh—fuck, oh shit, hah fuck— ‘ts so fuckin’ good!”

you bounced up and down his cock, surface of your palms pressed at the planes of his chest. you enveloped his length entirely, every single inch, in your pulsating pussy, driving the both of you to madness.

it’d been hours, and for whatever was in the air tonight, you both fucked like wild animals. your thighs burned from over-exhaustion, but you were relentless. you were desperate for another orgasm, the slide up and down his inches effortless due to your juices soaking his thighs and his cum from having nutted inside you multiple times prior.

gojo’s firm hands grabbed at your ass, fingers gripping tightly into your soft flesh, grounding you in position so you wouldn’t run. as if you would anyway, tongue lolled out and drool leaking from your rosy tongue and dribbling down his bottom lip.

“that’s it,” he encourages you, a faint smirk at his lips as he guides you down his length. the fucked out look on your face, your dazed eyes crossing to the centre of your face serves a huge ego boost. “my pretty girl—fuckin’ ride this dick baby, ‘s all yours—mmh,”

the sinful sound of your pussy squelching, folds latching at the tip of his dick before ramming yourself down, the lustful melody of your skin slapping against him in addition to the firm spanks of encouragement on your ass, with your high pitched mewls and squealing sounded like divine music to gojo’s ears.

you rocked your hips back and forth, grinding down, went back to bouncing up and down, made circles and figure eight shapes on his length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever felt fit. you were so far past a point of euphoria you weren’t even sure if liquids could come out of you for the rest of the night.

“eyes here princess,” gojo brings a hand to cup your jaw, forcing your head back down to face him. “pretty pussy’s griping me so tight—fuck,”

your sweaty foreheads press together, and you clock that he knew you were on the brink of yet again another orgasm. cerulean orbs peered deeply into yours, his hips jerking up and meeting your bounces, aiming to bring you to that high as quickly as he can.

“sa—satoru!” you find is the only thing that comes up in your mushed out brain, the new angle of the position having his dick puncture your cervix. you felt so fucking full of him, so drunk on the pleasure that you failed to notice the coiling in your stomach snapping.

he squeezes at your ass cheeks as hard as he can, the painful pleasure obliging you to sit and take his ramming. he fucks into you with intensity, each drag of his cock at your walls sending you into a temporary state of immobility. your muscles tense as you feel yourself wash with yet again another white-blinding orgasm.

your jaw drops and your eyes roll back, throat exhausted while nothing yet everything is said. satoru pumps his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for taking him in so well, for having a perfect pussy that’ll surely carry his children, all snug and warm for him.

“perfect fuckin’ pussy—mine, all mine, gonna fuck her full of my nut and have you carrying my babies, yeah? ‘s what you want, isn’t it? atta. fuckin’. girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈.

“whew, would’ya look at that?” toji whistles, barking out a chuckle as he slows his pace, watching your uncontrollably clenching pussy squirt out your juices like a leaking faucet.

the pressure of your squirting is fucking intense, it has your entire body shaking, thighs quaked and the arch that was once on your back rounded. toji can’t help but laugh as tears stream down your damp cheeks, absolutely in love with how greedy your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“daddyyy—fuck!” your nails claw at the damp sheets on the bed, letting your nth orgasm rake throughout your body.

you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, the sound echoing in the room and you whine loudly at the stinging pleasure. you feel two big hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into that curve.

“nah uh doll,” toji tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. he picks his pace back up, never fully bottoming out, though you wouldn’t even notice with how many inches he packed.

“what’d i tell you?” he reminds you, and you’re too fucked out to answer him as you mumble his name over and over, helplessly taking the stretch of his dick at your gaping cunt.

he slaps your ass harshly again and you cry, fingernails scratching and clawing at the silk material beneath you. your scalp soon stings as he grabs a handful and effortlessly brings you upper body up to meet him.

“answer me when i ask you somethin’ baby,” toji frowns, hot breath fanning the shell of your ear, sending chills of nerves down your spine. “basic fuckin’ manners.”

“suh—sorry, ‘m sorry toji!” you apologize feverishly, and moan in satisfaction when his tongue laps up your drool and tears streaking your ruined yet pretty face.

“tsk, should have you do the work yourself,” toji teases you, releasing the deathly grip on your hair, causing your limp body to flop back to the mattress. as if proof to avoid calling his bluff, he releases his hold on you, opting to cross his arms above his head instead.

“n-no! toji, no, please, said i was sorry—‘m so fucking sorry!” you whine and ramble when you feel the lack of contact on your body, and your gaping cunt suddenly emptying.

you slither your hand between your thighs, grabbing at his girthy cock, pumping it a few times before slipping it with ease back into your welcoming warmth. you moan wantonly, clawing at your sheets as you fuck yourself on his dick, pushing yourself back and forth.

“greedy fuckin’ pussy,” he comments with a chuckle, spitting a glob of saliva down to your cunt, watching it dissipate into the creamy pearly veil of your essence around the base of his shaft.

he collects your slick with his thumb, before slipping his fingertip into your puckering hole, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion.

“trappin’ me inside—shit, want me to fuck you full of my cum, yeah? leave you swollen and leakin’, dontcha, pretty baby?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎.

“‘s too much ken—no more, hah, no more kento!”

you whined and begged, fists clenching as your muscles tensed, back arching off the mattress and toes curling while digging your heel at his shoulder blades. the sound of buzzing filled your hearing, the toy vibrating against your swollen clit ruthlessly while nanami fucked your cunt open with two thick fingers.

“mmh, safe word princess, or else i can’t hear you.” he reminds you, the words ghosting off his lips and sinking into your supple flesh, his lips trailing soft and gentle kisses at your inner thighs.

here he was, giving you an out, and despite claiming enough was enough, you didn’t want it to end just there. with your senses heightened, both your sight and touch restrained, the pleasure emitting from in between your thighs buzzed blissfully and tenfolds through your nervous system.

you released the clench of your hands and opted to scratch at the wood of the headboard you were tied to, projecting your want to touch your boyfriend through the clawing.

“i can keep—hnng—going!” you tell him, legs closing in on the sides of his head. you hear him tut disapprovingly, and you immediately fault your mistake, forcing your legs back open.

“there’s my good girl,” his honeyed voice rings through your ear drums, and it admittedly has you dripping even more on his fingers that curled at your insides. “just need one more from you—can you do that for me?”

you nod your head, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, “mmh, yes—yes i can kento!” you can feel your blood circulation cutting off at the areas were you’re bind, the shortage of blood messing with your already weak body.

the toy playing at your bundle of nerves is painful, having overstepped the boundary of comfortableness and stepping into a new territory of foreign, and you had failed to notice when nanami added in a third finger. you were sure with how much you came just on his hands alone, his watch was drenched in your juices.

those big fingers fuck you open, knuckles pressing into your spongy walls and triggering all sorts of pleasurable feelings throughout you, your stomach tightening into a familiar hot feeling, and you know you’re close again.

“kento, baby i—‘m gonna—fuckkk!” you want to card your fingers through his soft hair, tug and pull and release your pleasure onto his scalp.

“let go for me sweetheart, wanna taste your sweet essence,” nanami swaps the toy for his tongue and flicks at your clit. you feel the dam in your gut release at the sudden warmth exhibiting, and you spray him in pathetic squirts of your juices.

your body trembles as it contracts and gives nanami everything you have left to offer. you squeeze his head in your thighs, moaning wildly as his pace with his fingers never falters, urging you to stay in the state of euphoria a bit longer.

he swaps his tongue out for the toy again, and you wail out a broken cry, body at its limit, still stuck between coming down from your orgasm and greedily wanting another one.

he strokes your slit, collecting all your essence as he licks his lips eagerly.

“good job princess. taste so heavenly, i’ve never had anything like it before. i’ve gotta have another sip, will you let me have another taste, my love?”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔.

“c’mon, focus sweetheart. do that f’me, yeah?”

you nod your head, mouth too full of dick as you opt to bob up and down. your jaw aches, feeling as though it’s being ripped apart. you force your aching wrist to work up and down geto’s cock, stimulating what you fail to get down your throat.

it would’ve been a simple task for you to focus on, had suguru not been feasting on your pussy like a starved man. he spreads your folds open, tonguing at your insides as if he dug for gold, grabbing both your cheeks in his big hands and spreading you open. he never half assed anything, much less pussy eating.

his skin was soaked in your squirt, orgasms came rolling in and out of you as did the occasional pumps of two fingers into your cunt while he ate you out. you would moan in pleasurable pain, the sounds vibrating on his shaft, which would induce him to moan into you, causing you to moan back on him, the cycle this repeating.

you were greedy—you could complain about how it was too much all you wanted, at the end of the day, you would pause on his cock to grind your hips back and forth on his face, the slip from your slick on his cheeks and nose making the grinding easier.

his nose would bump into your clit and you’d shiver from head to toe, the oversensitivity catching up to you. the free hand at your ass cheek would graze at your puckering hole but never dared to slip inside. all these mixes of stimulations had your eyes crossing, mouth gaping wide which made fucking your throat much easier for geto.

“sweetest cunt i’ve ever had,” he groans in between your thighs, bringing his hand to spank at your wet folds, and your arch your back at the stinging pleasure, your toes curling as your body shook.

the slap at your pussy made flicks of your juices land on his face, and so he landed a few more blows while simultaneously jerking his hips up into your mouth, forcing you down on his cock.

it was all too much— it hurt so good, the strikes at your cunt, his tongue lapping your liquids as he scissored your insides for additional pleasure. how was he expecting you to get him to finish for a second time when he was driving you to the brink of yet again another countless orgasm?

“wanna soak in your juices mama,” he speaks, mouth full of cunt, but you still grasp the message. you subconsciously push your hips back into his face, wanting to abide to his request.

“‘m so fuckin thirsty—don’t you dare be selfish with me. cum in my mouth. be the good girl i know you are and share yourself with me—need it, pretty girl.”

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎.

“y’feel so good, fuck—sucking me in, oh shit baby, never wanna stop fucking you! please, need your pussy always!”

he’d finally gotten a feel of sex for the first time, and he was already hooked. his locks matted to his forehead from sweat trickling down his nose and plopping down onto you.

“wait—slow d-down cho’—hngg!” you moan, nails clawing at his back, scraping and marking the pale skin. you felt your body recoil entirely with each sharp thrust he pounded into your worn out pussy, dragging each and every inch of his length in and out.

your knees were bent at your ears, feet dangling by his head as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, marking the skin red from the brash contact. the springs from your bed resonated loudly in the room, as did the creaking of your headboard, but nothing topped choso’s loud whimpers.

he’s too lost in his own pleasure, he starts to mistaken to stinging and achy feeling in his gut and loins for a sign to keep going, “never wanna stop—shittt, need to fuck this pretty pussy every. fucking. day.”

you’ve given up on convincing him otherwise, focusing instead on the rise and fall of his hips digging into yours, stretching your pussy open to fit him inside. you creamed around his dick, your essence resting at the hairs on his pubic area, giving him easy access to slide in and out of you.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, refusing to let you out of his grip, one arm beneath your back and holding you from there and the other wrapping around your shoulders. you were stuck in his embrace, bodies moulding into one as you were split open by a fucked out first timer.

in his excitement, he slips out and wastes no time to grab his base and shove it back into a warm tightness, failing to acknowledge your sudden gasp. his mind is clouded with sex, and if he didn’t know better, you were suddenly much fucking tighter, and shit that drove him on edge.

your arms tighten behind his back as you adapt to the sudden intrusion from an area you hadn’t yet explored. “cho—baby wait—mmhm, fuck, that’s my—!”

“‘m gonna cum—fuck y/n, tell me you’re close too. shit, need to fill you up with my cum, please!” the man seals his lips onto yours, panting and begging for this next orgasm, shifting all of his body weight into the hole that keeps greedily latching onto him.

your eyes water as they stream tears down your cheeks. it’s a new and painful sensation, but simultaneously a pleasurable one, and your body granted you the opportunity of yet again another orgasm from the different stimulation. “hah—gonna cum!—make me cum, choso!”

you spray yourself all over, your pussy clenching around absolutely nothing as your ass gets rammed into and fucked like a pro. choso groans and whines against your lips, brows furrowed at the centre of his forehead as he empties himself into your warmth.

“fuck yes—take it all baby, ‘s all yours—need you to milk me and take it all in—your pussy’s the best, i swear to everythin’, shit!”

i am SO tired.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

Headcanon that Jason just kidnaps his siblings instead of asking them to hang out sometimes.

Sometimes he does the normal abduction thing and other times he has his methods.

Dick: Jason sneaks into Dick’s apartment in Blüdhaven at 3 AM, throws him over his shoulder, and drags him to his motorcycle. Dick wakes up mid-ride, half-conscious, groggily mumbling, "Jay, what the hell—?"

- Jason just shushes him and tosses a burger into his lap. "Shut up and eat, Goldie. We're bonding." (Jason, allowing his big brother to ruffle his hair? Nooooo, absolutely not...)

Tim: Jason straight-up drugs him asleep him when Tim refuses to take a break. He wakes up in Jason’s apartment with a cup of coffee and a sandwich waiting for him, while Jason sits on the couch reading a book.

- “You looked dead on your feet, Replacement. Either you napped willingly or I made you. Guess which one you picked.” (Jason totally doesn't rake a hand over his lil bro's hair during this time)

Steph: Jason knows Steph is a wild card when it comes to hanging out, so he has to be a little sneakier with her. He'd show up at her place unannounced, pretending to just be casually passing by, and in one smooth motion, he'd grab her and yank his little sister into his car or bike before she even realizes what's happening. (He totally doesn't do this in time with hard school, noooo)

Damian: Jason scoops him up mid-battle and just walks away with him. Damian kicks, bites, and yells, "UNHAND ME, TODD!" but Jason holds him like an angry kitten.

- They end up at a rooftop picnic with Alfred’s homemade food. Damian eventually eats while grumbling about Jason's “barbaric methods” but secretly enjoys the attention. (Jason maaayybe ruffles his hair a lot.)

Cass: She just lets it happen. Jason shows up, gestures toward his bike, and Cass just hops on without a word. They go on long road trips in comfortable silence, getting ice cream at 2 AM and scaring off criminals for fun. (Jason totally doesn't take the time to help her with her speech-)

Duke: Duke gets fake-napped. Jason tells him, "Be outside in five minutes," and when Duke says no, Jason still shows up, grabs him, and hauls him into a car.

- Duke just sighs and texts Bruce: "Jason's 'kidnapping' me again. Back later." (Jason totally doesn't get the names of school bullies from him and uses them, noooooooo)

Bruce knows this happens. He just sighs and lets it happen because, honestly? It’s Jason’s way of showing love. And at least the kids are getting along.

Jason kidnaps his siblings because it's his way of saying, "You're important to me, and I'm gonna drag you into ridiculous situations whether you like it or not."

He also, however, does it to Bruce.

In fact, it might be one of his favorite things to do, just because Bruce is always so serious and “responsible.”

Jason thinks it’s hilarious to force Bruce to take a break. He just shows up at the Batcave, probably with some kind of overly complicated plan to "kidnap" Bruce without him realizing.

Step 1: Jason would distract Alfred with a "Oh, just a quick check-in, you know, 'cause it’s been a while.’"

Step 2: He would wait for Bruce to get fully immersed in some case files and then sneak up behind him, tap him on the shoulder, and when Bruce turns around, Jason’s already got him in a headlock, pulling him out of the chair like, "Get up, old man. We're going to a diner. No arguments."

Bruce would protest, of course. He'd probably try to get out of it with his usual grumpy “I’m too busy” routine. Jason might fake-sigh and act like he's just trying to help Bruce loosen up, reminding him, "I know you think you’re invincible, but you still need to eat, Batman."

And if Bruce insists on not going, Jason would just drag him anyway. He might even grab the Batmobile for a joyride (he's always wanted to), making Bruce sit shotgun while Jason drives like an absolute maniac (Jokes on both because Bruce taught him to drive-)

Bruce would probably be scowling the whole time, but Jason would know his dad is secretly enjoying it, even if he won't admit it.

Eventually, Bruce would probably give in and get his grumpy little “dad” lecture—“You’re so reckless, Jason—” but Jason would just smile and be like, "Whatever. You’re welcome.”

Jason totally doesn't like it when his dad just ruffles his hair at some point.

[kitten4sannie]

sleepover

pairing: perverted bsf! wooyoung x fem! reader feat. a comatose mingi (he’s asleep on the bed lmao…or is he…)

summary: wooyoung is more than willing to hold you when you’re afraid during your horror movie marathon, and even more willing to help distract you like a good friend does.

wc: 1.4k

warnings: perverted dom! wooyoung, subby innocent! reader, bro is convincing and manipulative okay, slight dubcon-ish vibes (if that’s not your thing feel free to skip!!), coercion/corruption, exhibitionism (all of the following is done right next to mingi), brief kissing, groping, fingering, initial orgasm denial,, tit play + spit, rough unprotected sex, creampie, this is a wild one idkidkkkkk

a/n: wooyo has been haunting my brain lately so i had no choice but to write this >~< i hope you enjoy <33

song rec: if you think i’m pretty - artemas

“I told you not to put this movie on, Woo. It’s way too scary,” you complained whinily into your best friend’s shoulder, shielding your eyes from the suspenseful scene playing out on the laptop sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Mingi was the one who wanted to watch it, you know,” Wooyoung chided, causally wrapping his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your bare arm up and down in a comforting manner.

“Well, Mingi’s passed out.” Pouting, you pointed to your other friend that was curled up underneath the comforter beside you, his eyes shut. “He’s not even watching, so what’s the point?”

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Come on, Y/N. Don’t be a pussy.” His cold fingers made their way down to your waist to squeeze at it, making you jump from the sudden contact. “Oh, I see….Do you think the monster’s gonna get ya?”

“Shut up, Wooyoung!” you whisper-shouted, as to not wake up Mingi. You pushed on his chest, feeling his heart beat quickly against your hand. Was it racing like yours was? And, when did he get so close to you? His hand was already running up and down the bare skin of your thigh, causing your thin shorts to ride up more and more, but you didn’t have the nerve to confront him about it. Your pout grew. “I’m really scared, okay?”

“Oh, you poor baby,” Wooyoung cooed softly into your ear, his words laced with faux pity, his sharpened gaze focused solely on your blushing face. “Do you want me to help you, Y/N? Distract you from the scary movie?”

“Y-yes, please…”

You didn’t know what you were getting into, but you trusted that Wooyoung had your best interest in mind. It was then that he gently coaxed you further into his arms, lying comfortably against him as you faced the laptop screen once again. Goosebumps began to spread across your limbs from underneath the warm comforter, but it wasn’t from the frightening movie — it was from Wooyoung’s hand slipping underneath your shorts, his slender fingers rubbing at your pulsing cunt through your panties.

“W-Wooyoung…” you croaked weakly, your face and body growing so hot, you could pass out. Friends didn’t do this sort of thing, did they?

“Shhhh, baby, just look at the screen…yeah, just like that…” he sighed softly, his warm breath fanning over your neck, now concentrating on the way your tank top clung to your softness of your tits, how your nipples grew hard enough to poke through the thin material, groaning when he found your clit through your panties, rubbing at it in slow, small circles.

“B-but we’re friends, Woo…” You made a sad attempt at pushing his hand away, the moral debate you were having internally slowly fizzling away the longer Wooyoung touched you.

“Isn’t this what friends are for?” Wooyoung persisted, pulling your panties to the side just in time for his fingers to dip in between your soaked folds. “And, fuck, you’re so wet right now, Y/N. It feels good, doesn’t it? What’s so wrong with that, baby?”

“But, nnngh…Mingi’s right next to us…” You began to melt into Wooyoung’s arms and the soft mattress below you, unable to resist spreading your legs out for him, your thigh even resting against Mingi’s, not noticing when it shifted just as two of Wooyoung’s digits slipped inside you.

Licking at his lips, Wooyoung then pressed them onto your cheek, egging you on in a low voice, “Then, tell me to stop, baby.” He began to fuck his fingers into you at a fast pace, your walls clenching around them. “Right now. Say it.” Now, he was relentlessly rubbing his thumb into your clit with his free hand, still working your cunt, hooking his digits against the spot that made you spasm, your body growing warmer and heavier. He suddenly mirrored your pathetically helpless expression, a sadistic smile slipping through when he asked airily, “What’s the matter, baby? Hm?”

“Oh– fuck, right there…” you moaned out, not even attempting to look at the laptop screen in front of you, instead solely focused on your best friend beside you, so desperate to cum, you began to roll your hips down every time his fingers plunged into you.

“Yeah? You’re feeling really good now, aren’t you, Y/N? Now that you’re nice and full? Just look at you, baby…You can’t help but fuck yourself dumb on my fingers, huh?” Wooyoung looked like the monster from the movie now, eyes full of hunger, like he was ready to eat you up.

“Uh-huh, uh-huhhh…” Just as your sounds of pleasure began to crescendo, your mind growing cloudier by the second, pulling at the sheets below you because you were right there, Wooyoung ceased his movement completely, leaving you high and dry. “No, please, don’t stop, please…!”

Wooyoung gave you a look of indifference, much like a cat that suddenly wasn’t interested in playtime anymore. “Show me your tits. Maybe then I’ll make you cum.”

Desperate for your best friend’s attention and touch, you slowly rolled your tank top up until your tits spilled out, tears pricking at your eyes. How did you get here? Why did Wooyoung’s deliciously dark gaze distract you from the paralyzing shame you felt? Or is that what made you wet? The way you were slutting yourself out for your best friend while the other was sleeping right next to you. Either way, it didn’t really matter to you anymore. “Please make me cum, Y-Youngie…”

“Fuck, you’re so cute, come here.” Now, Wooyoung was on top of you, leaving as much of his saliva on your tits as possible, squeezing one when he was noisily sucking on the other, his dilated eyes never leaving your teary ones. “Can I fuck you, Y/N? I’ll make you cum, I promise…I need to be inside you, baby, please, you’re so fucking hot…” Desperate for release, Wooyoung lowered his sweatpants until his heavy cock dropped onto your bare cunt, rubbing himself along it, making your mind grow that much more empty. “Just the tip, okay? That’s okay, yeah?”

Before you knew it, you were nodding, and just like that, he was inside you, your best friend, using you like a cocksleeve. Wooyoung was ramming his cock into your cunt like he was trying to knock you up. “That’s a good slut, fuckkk, taking me so well…” You tried to moan, to speak, to say anything, but you couldn’t, not with the way his tongue suddenly went down your throat.

All you could do was cling onto Wooyoung, your nails digging into his skin when it felt like the tip of his cock was pounding into your cervix, almost growing dizzy. Listening to your best friend growl about how he was going to fuck you full of his cum, you gasped, unable to talk, short, broken moans being punched out of you each time Wooyoung slammed himself into you, your thighs hooking around his waist once his hot load began to pour into you. It was then that you turned your head just in time to realize Mingi was watching you intently, his plush lips parted just enough to let drool slip past, catching onto the way that his hand was moving rapidly underneath the comforter down near his abdomen.

“Told you she would put out, didn’t I, Min?” Wooyoung mused smugly, fucking you through the orgasm that tore through your used body, using your bruised hips like handlebars as he did so.

“You were so right, Woo, so, so right,” Mingi sighed out, tossing his head back into the pillow behind him, his cum soaking into the material of your comforter.

You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or to cum again, instead just trying to catch your breath, hiding your face underneath one of your wrists, at least until Wooyoung pulled it down and made you look at the both of them.

“You’ll let Mingi have a turn, won’t you, Y/N? It’s only fair, right?”

Mingi nodded in agreement, before leaning in, licking across his teeth. “Having my cock inside your little used cunt next will make another good ‘distraction’, don’t you think?”

Even though the credits were rolling on the laptop behind them, the monsters hadn’t left. They were right there in front of you, waiting for your permission to ravage you. You couldn’t help but nod. They were your best friends, after all.

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[ghstzzn]

uh... heejake x reader. they're high as fuck, giggling at everything, until they're not. suddenly, hands everywhere, grinding, messy kisses, and a lot of spit—like, everywhere. the car windows fogged up, and everything messy and really hot? :v

// wrote this off the edible lol sorry the urge to write 10k just for these 3 is wild warnings: not proofread, threesome, messy pathetic desperate, spit kind of, car sex, fingering, overstimulation, masturbation/handjob, double penetration, weed obv + sex while high

this happens more often than not. sneaking out of whatever function the three of you had gone to, to be alone in some empty parking lot.

the car is cramped with three bodies in the back, passing a joint around, hands lingering and subtle touches here and there. thats how it always starts.

no one shys away, nobody says anything.

just a lazy smile painted on heeseungs face as you fuck yourself on his fingers. it really doesn’t take much to get you sensitive and gasping out their names after a few hits.

both jake and heeseung are doing no better. heeseung pathetically bucks his hips upwards each time you let out a moan when his fingers curl just right inside of you.

“y’look so pretty…” jake sighs, palming himself over his jeans.

and heeseung, being the ever loving friend he is, takes one of your hands and guides it to jakes lap before planting wet, sloppy kisses against your neck.

your hand is pumping jakes cock, eliciting gasps and small whines from him as he thrusts upwards into your hand, chasing his own release.

heeseung continues to drive you to the edge, and as soon as you cum, he pulls his fingers out and lifts you off his lap.

it’s shocking to you how he suddenly manhandles you over jakes lap, who was now leaning against the car door with his legs spread, creating room for you.

but in this position, you’re face to face with him while heeseung kneels behind you.

you fall flat into jakes chest when heeseung enters you in one swift motion, rocking the car with each thrust.

“god… you feel so good,” he pants out before spitting directly onto his own cock, making it messy just the way he likes it. “so wet for me.”

you whine into jakes chest, tears lining your eyes because it just felt that good. jake lifts your head, hands squishing your cheeks. he wants something.

“touch me please, baby…”

spitting into your hand, you wrap it around his throbbing length once more. its sloppy the way you jerk him off, with your other hand digging into his neck to keep yourself stabilized while heeseung pound into you.

the windows are foggy, and the smoke from earlier only makes it more hazy. heeseung switches his pace, doing what feels best for him, from deep, slow thrusts to fast and brutal thrusts.

jake rolls his head back, hitting the car window. you grab his face and slam your lips onto his. your hand still pumping him, swallowing each and every moan he lets out.

you know he’s close when his stomach starts to tense, his thighs twitching and his hips start to buck upwards. you’re close too.

“ngh—i’m gonna cum,” you whimper loudly against jakes lips. “h-heeseung, i’m gonna-“

heeseung lets out a string of curses, quickening his pace even after your cunt flutters around him. your cries could be heard outside the car and the sounds only push jake over the edge with you, cum shooting from his cock, hitting your stomach and drenching your hand.

the male behind you suddenly pulls out, lifting your body once more. he’s eager, too horny to think. heeseung pushes you towards jake, and you know what he wants.

“c-can’t…” your voice cracks as you attempt to slide down jakes hardening cock.

“you can, babygirl, come on.” heeseung responds softly, hands on your hips as he guides you lower, ignoring jakes sharp gasps from the sensitivity. “ride him—i know you can do it.”

your thighs tremble with each roll of your hips. both you and jake are a whimpering mess, whispering out small praises to each other.

“s-so good—fuck!” jakes hips buck upwards, causing you to yelp out and he’s quick to take back control. “so warm… your pussy feels so good.”

you turn your head in attempt to look behind you, and you’re immediately greeted by a sweaty heeseung pumping his own cock, getting off by the scene in front of him.

“you look so p-pretty, baby, look at you.” he rambles, breathy groans leaving his lips. “riding him so good…”

you reach back and pull him by his shirt, crashing your lips against his, drool dripping from your mouths in a desperate attempt at dominance over each others tongues.

heeseung grinds into your back side, you can still feel his hand fisting his cock, ready to spill but he holds back. “wan’ you to cum again.” he mutters against you lips.

your mind is in a complete haze, clouded by sex and weed. you pathetically grab at heeseung and jake, wanting everything they can give you at once.

“heeseung,” you manage to squeak out, voice slurring with pleasure. “want you inside too.”

and he cums right there, hot ropes of cum coating your lower back as he milks his own cock with his hand. you clench around jake, tears rolling down your cheeks as your third orgasm hits you hard, falling into his chest.

but it doesn’t stop there. it never stops at that.

when you feel heeseung line his tip up with your already filled cunt, you gasp out, looking up at jake with such a pathetic expression and he kisses away your tears with a smile.

[botanicsoul]

Behind the Screen

Pro Hero | Bakugou Katsuki x (fem) Blogger Reader | Aged Up

Part 2 -> Here

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧. 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘ 𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘

—

You post it as a joke. Kind of.

It’s late, and you’re curled up in bed with your fanfic draft open and half a Twix in your mouth. Your followers are going wild in the replies, and you’re riding the high of being the “unofficial Dynamight smut queen” of the timeline. You’ve been known for your over-the-top thirst tweets, but this one? This one’s feral.

—

@/blastyourbackout

“Dynamight wouldn’t even take the suit off. He’d fuck you with the gauntlets still on, breathing heavy through gritted teeth, all ‘Shut up and take it—this is what you wanted, right?’”

—

You toss your phone. That’s enough unhinged behavior for the night. Until the morning comes—and you wake up to hell.

Your tweet is trending. His name is trending. People are tagging him.

—

“this is NASTY and i love it.”

“@Dynamightofficial please read this and confirm or deny.”

“If Dynamight didn’t do this, I’d be shocked.”

“SOMEONE CHECK ON HIM”

“@Dynamightofficial thoughts??”

Then it happens.

—

@Dynamightofficial :

“Who tf is behind this account.”

“If you’re gonna talk like that, be brave enough to show your face.”

You nearly throw up. Your DMs? Melted. And sitting right at the top.

[Private Message – @Dynamightofficial]

“You write a lotta shit for someone who hides behind a screen.”

“You really think I’d leave the fuckin’ suit on?”

“Show me your face if you’re gonna say it like you know me.”

Your heart is pounding. And you shouldn’t. But you do. You send a selfie. Just a soft one. T-shirt, messy hair, bare face. You look like someone who absolutely shouldn’t be writing the filth he just read.

There’s a long pause.

He starts to finally type:

“…fuck.”

“You’re cute.”

“like super fuckin’ cute”

“You don’t look like someone who says I’d blow your back out against a fuckin’ window.”

You:

“I mean… would you?”

Him:

“You really wanna know?”

“You clearly think you know it all, writing the way you do.”

“So what—wanna let me show you what it’s really like?”

You pause. Breathless. Fingers trembling.

“Yes.”

⸻

A few days later, the meet-up actually happened.

You gave him your address—half-joking, half-panicking when he immediately replied with a thumbs up and a “Bet.”

You spent the next two days spiraling.

Cleaned every inch of your apartment. Shaved, exfoliated, moisturized places you didn’t even know needed it. Practiced how you’d open the door without looking like you were seconds from passing out. Told yourself it was just casual, just fun, just… whatever. you totally weren’t about to get fucked dumb by your fav pro that you write smut about.

Except it wasn’t. Because now. He’s at your door.

And he’s in the fucking suit.

Mask off. Jaw set. Gloves still on. That big, broad chest rising and falling.

Black and orange, thick with tension and sweat and that sharp smoky scent that clings to him after a patrol. His hair’s a mess. One gauntlet is attached, the other dangling from his hip. And he’s just standing there—broad, massive, silent—like he owns the whole building.

You freeze. Your heart slams.

“…Hi,” you manage to say.

His eyes drag over you—down your legs, over the shorts you probably could’ve made smaller and the tank top that wasn’t technically meant to be seductive, but absolutely became that under stress.

“Damn,” he mutters. “You look even better when you’re nervous.”

You try to laugh but it comes out breathless. “You really wore the suit?”

“uuuh yeah? did you think I was gonna show up here in a hoodie after all the shit you wrote about this thing?” He steps closer. “Thought I’d let you see it up close before I ruined your sheets.”

Your knees go weak.

You try to respond—something witty, something smug—but your words get caught somewhere between your throat and the fact that he’s already inside. Pushing the door shut behind him. Glancing around like he’s checking for cameras, or exits, or maybe just where he’s gonna lay you out first.

“You ready?” he asks, voice low. Rough. Already undoing the gauntlet from his wrist with one hand, tossing it aside.

You nod, dazed. “Yeah.”

He smirks—steps in closer until you’re backed up against the nearest wall, breath catching.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’ve been losing sleep over the way you said I’d fuck you in this suit.”

You stare up at him, completely wrecked just by his presence, and whisper, “Was I right about some of this stuff I wrote?”

He dips his head down, lips brushing yours—barely.

“I’m here to fact check it.” he growls.

You shudder.

He pulls back just enough to smirk, eyes dragging down your body like he’s mentally ripping off every layer.

He hasn’t even touched you properly yet—but your back’s against your door, your legs are trembling, and Bakugou’s towering over you like he’s already won.

“That tweet got me thinkin’ about you all fuckin’ day, baby. Let’s see if you write better when you’re sore.”

His hero suit creaks with every breath. Heavy-duty gauntlets still locked around his wrists. His undersuit clings to him, black and orange and unforgiving across his chest, his thighs—everything.

“You scared?” he asks, voice low. His hand comes up—gloved fingers trailing under your jaw, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “Or just nervous I’m actually gonna live up to that filthy little imagination of yours?”

Your breath catches.

“…both.”

He smirks. Then his mouth is on yours.

It’s not sweet. It’s not careful. It’s everything you wrote about—demanding, rough, obsessed. He kisses like a man starved. Like he’s been reading your tweets on loop.

And god, when his hand slides down your waist—those big gloved fingers gripping your ass, hoisting you up—your back hits the wall and you let out a soft, stunned whimper.

“That the sound you make when you’re not behind a screen?” he growls, lips dragging along your neck. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re even better in person.”

You try to answer, but he’s already slipping one hand between your thighs, dragging his knuckles over your heat—still covered by your shorts.

“Wrote that I’d be mean with it,” he murmurs. “That I’d tease you. Make you beg.”

His gloved finger presses just right over the damp spot in your underwear.

“So beg.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders. You feel insane.

“P-Please.”

He groans. “That all I get after all those filthy paragraphs?”

“Dynamight—”

His eyes flash. “Katsuki.”

You pant, skin burning.

“Please, Katsuki.”

“Atta fuckin’ girl.”

He carries you to your room practically kicking the damn door down. Your back hits the mattress, but he doesn’t follow right away. He stands at the edge of the bed, breathing heavy, gaze dark and hungry.

His suit’s half-unzipped now—exposing his chest, glistening with sweat and tension—but everything else stays on. That thick black material clings to his arms and thighs like sin. The gauntlets drop to the floor with a heavy thud, but the gloves? Still on. And he flexes his fingers slow—just to watch you squirm.

“You’re fuckin’ dangerous,” he mutters, eyes dragging over your body like he’s trying to memorize it. “Sittin’ there on your little blog, makin’ people think you’ve got me figured out.”

Your thighs squeeze together. He notices. Smirks. “Lemme show you how right you were.”

He crawls over you like a storm. Muscles shifting under his suit, voice dipping low, filthy, as he shoves your shirt up, lips ghosting over your stomach.

You arch when his teeth graze your hip. “Katsuki—”

“That’s right, baby,” he mutters, pulling your shorts off slow. “Say my name when you write about this later too.”

He pushes your thighs open, and he goes down. Tongue eager. Desperate. He eats you out like he’s proving a point—like he’s got something to prove to every single tweet you’ve ever posted. Groaning into you, gripping your thighs tight like he wants to leave handprints. You’re moaning, shaking, gripping the sheets, and he’s just eating it up—literally.

He comes up with his mouth slick and eyes wild. “Not even close to done with you.” And he isn’t.

He flips you. Presses you into the mattress. One hand on your hip, the other grabbing your wrist and dragging it up the bed.

“Hold that headboard, princess.” You feel him line up—still in the damn suit—and your breath catches as he sinks in.

Slow. Deep. Bruising.

“Fuck,” he hisses, jaw clenched. “You feel like I imagined. So fuckin’ tight, so wet—shit.”

You cry out. He starts moving. Harder. Deeper.

Every stroke is a claim. His hand slides down your back, then back up to wrap around your throat—not choking, just holding. Just letting you feel it.

“Write about this next time” he growls into your ear. “Write about about me makin’ you cum multiple fuckin’ times.”

You whimper—high, breathy, wrecked.

“That’s right. Take it. You wanted this.”

“I did,” you gasp. “I wanted you—”

“You fuckin’ got me now.”

When you fall apart—completely, wildly, back-arching and moaning his name like a prayer—he doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow.

Because he’s obsessed now. Addicted.

Your thighs are trembling. Your voice is hoarse. Your sheets are a mess—twisted, damp, clinging to your skin like the heat of him isn’t already enough.

He’s still going.

“One more,” he grits out, thrusts snapping into you slow and deep. “C’mon, baby—just one more for me.”

You’re barely hanging on—nails dragging helplessly down his back, vision blurry with overstimulation, body trembling under him as he rocks into you, all tight grunts and low, broken groans.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he pants, sweat dripping down his temples. “Takin’ me so good—fuck—you feel like you were made for me.”

You moan, shattered.

He growls, fucks you harder, chasing his release like a wildfire. And when he finally gets there—when you clench around him, gasping out his name in a breathless sob— He snaps.

“Knew it,” he groans, hips stuttering. “Knew I’d fill this pussy the second I saw you.” oh, and he does. Deep. Warm. Heavy. Flooding you.

He keeps moving—shallow, deep rolls—just to push it in. Just to feel it drip. Just to make it last. His head drops to your shoulder, lips brushing your skin.

You barely register him pulling out until you feel it—messy, hot, dripping down your thighs.

“fuuuck you’re beautiful” he murmurs smirking down at you. Wrecked, ruined, glowing. He lays down beside you, just looking at you like you were a fucking trophy.

He then reaches for his phone.

—

[New Tweet – @Dynamightofficial]

“Just fact-checked one of your little fantasy tweets. 11/10 accuracy. Would reread. Would re-enact.”

—

You see what’s he doing and it snaps you out your daze, your eyes go wide. “You didn’t—!”

“Too late,” he shrugs. “Let ‘em guess which one it was.”

You grabbed your phone just as quick to quote it.

—

[New Tweet – @blastyourbackout]

“Just know the gloves stayed on.”

—

The internet breaks.

You can barely feel your legs.

And Katsuki Bakugou? THE pro hero Dynamight?

He’s already rolling over, tugging you to his chest, muttering in your ear, “Hope you’re not tired, princess. I’ve got a lot more tweets to prove right.”