#this is the dirtiest thing i’ve ever read i love it

[beelsari]

Okay sooo I just read the "reacting to your heat" for both Beel and Mams and damn... 👀 i cant words but it's so good!

So I wanted to request either Lucifer or Diavolo for it. I cant decide which one so pick at your leisure! 😅

Either way thanks and have a good day/night!

OM! Brothers reacting to MC’s heat

Thank you!!! I really appreciate the love!! I hope you love this one just as much as I do, I have to say I definitely was into this!

Lucifers turn!!!

I plan on doing diavolo next!

SMUT mdni

Hard dom luci x gn reader

Lucifer

Lucifer is the one who first found out you’d experience a heat. He could smell the hormones coming, suddenly realizing your fate. He called a meeting in the dining hall of HoL to explain your heat to everyone, specifically to tell his brothers to keep their distance from you and there will be consequences if they do not obey his rules. Your heat came that night, taking complete control over you. It was so much harder to handle than you expected, you didn’t know how you were going to survive without someone’s help. You needed relief so bad but you alone didn’t do the trick. For the next couple days when you left your room you could sense how tense all the brothers were. All the brothers except for Lucifer, who externally is oozing calm. All the brothers are extremely confused and bewildered at how calm Lucifer is. How is he resisting your lust and hormones so easily? They all question internally while watching him. But what they dont know is that Lucifer is struggling the hardest. He puts on a show whenever you or his brothers are around but when he’s alone you would think he’s the one in heat. He’s constantly pleasing himself, trying to get some relief from you and your hormones that are constantly haunting him. He’s never had to fight against himself this hard. He wants you so bad but he’s scared he’d hurt you.

His resolve all dissolves one night when he hears a small series of taps on his door. He quirks his head up from his desk and strides to his door. He’s opens it to see you, hair and clothes disheveled, skin bright red and sweaty, and panting on your knees right in-front of him. “Luci please I can’t handle it anymore” you plead to him. he’s façade completely crumbles when he sees you. His sweet little thing beneath him begging for him to corrupt you. He groans immediately picking you up, locking the door, and throwing you on his bed. “You have no idea how much i’ve held back, just for you to whine like a slut for my dick” he groans as he hovers over you, teasing you with his words. You’re squirming underneath him begging for him to touch you. “You’re such an obedient doll, knowing to come to me, you’re mine darling dont you ever forget that” He says with a smirk while kissing your neck starvingly. You’re mouth is parted and whimpering the whole time he kisses you, making his cock impossibly harder. Knowing he’s making you sound like this makes him feral. He picks up onto your knees and stands infront of you, his bulge pressed against your face. “Here darling, this will make it all better, open up” he whispers to you. He pulls his cock out while shoving into your mouth. He begins to facefuck you while softly stroking your hair. He’s being so rough yet so loving with you and it’d driving you wild. he pulls out suddenly and flips you over onto your stomach. “I can’t wait anymore doll, i need to ruin your sweet sex” he moans while thrusting into you. “Please i need you inside so bad Luci! “You moan so sweetly for him, making it harder for him to not completely destroy you. He wants you braindead on his cock, and with what he has planned for you, you will be. “Fuck- take it love, all this is for you” he groans while leaning down, pressing his chest against your back to give you sweet kisses and hickies along your back. He’s also whispering the dirtiest words in your ears. Lucifer knows exactly how to please you, and he’ll do it all night and all day, however long it takes to finish your heat. He has to take care of his sweet doll.

[pixlpxie]

I’m sorry lord but I need to get this out of my chest, but after seeing such a big latino inspiration in ateez music and the fact that Mingi admitted to like J Balvin’s music and his damn hips movements I can’t stop thinking about him dancing to reggaeton music like I know my baby was Caribbean named Juan Carlos in his past life. Like imagine dancing sooo freaking closed with him to the point you can feel his sweaty arms, warm breath intoxicating you and thoseee hiiips moving along with yours with his firms hands guiding you to move in a club with dark environment and neon lights with some old and hella good reggaeton, those with the most raunchy and nasty lyrics about making the most dirtiest love with clothes on like songs of Plan B or even songs like Papi Chulo with those pornographic and loud moans in the background or imagine just meeting him in a club and seeing him slowly dancing while looking you directly to your eyes while wearing one of his velvet outfits (the blue one)as if you were alone in a room like papi please give me a chanceee to show you my reaggaeton playlist and lock you in my room until the world ends… and peg you

thanks for cumming to my Ted talk

PLS IVE BEEN DYING TO RESPOND TO THIS BUT I JUST COULDNT

THIS IS SUCH A DREAM BECAUSE ITS ACTUALLY ONE OF THE HOTTEST THINGS TO DO 🥴 When I was living in Spain this was what id do most of the time and it was always the sexiest I’ve ever felt so imagining doing this with mingi actually makes my brain shortcut and I’ve been obsessed with this ask ever since I’ve read it AND PLS SHARE YOUR REGGAETON PLAYLIST I NEED IT!!!

So imagine. He’s already big; he is tall and bulky, he would just easily tower over you and you would easily feel his sweaty body all over you. In my mind he would definitely dance with his chest pressed to your back and would roam all over your body with his hands. He’d hump you while you were shaking your ass to the beat, which -to be fair- you were not so accidentally trying to grind on his crotch. Or he would hold your hips from both sides to let his hands move in the rhythm you’d sway your hips to, he would bite his lips at the sight and might even give your ass a smack. It would be such an erotic view. He would lick over your sweaty neck and even start giving you hickeys. The sweat of his body would mix with yours, and being covered in the sweat of you two would turn you on so fucking much. It’d be even more fun if you were slightly drunk. And when you would dance face to face, he’d grab your ass to bring your body closer to him while kneading the plump flesh. In this position, you would just make out in the middle of the club without giving a damn whether you were seen or not. The day would either end with car sex or bathroom sex (or any other public place because you both wouldn’t be able to wait much longer).

[facewithoutheart]

Thanks for the tags @noblecorgi, @rimeswithpurple & @monbons ❤️❤️

What’s up kids we’re on day six of this hyperfixation I’ve written 25k things are dire. In the best way.

Okay, but the exciting part of working on a WIP none of y’all are going to read (a very valid choice, no judgement) is that I get to share one of my favorite scenes! Normally I’d keep this close to my chest to save the surprise but there is no surprise look at this I wrote it I LOVE IT what joy:

Eddie cocks an eyebrow. “Don’t start something you can’t—”

Buck bolts down the hallway with a whoop.

“—finish,” Eddie laughs, taking after Buck, skidding in his socks on hardwood floors as he rounds the corner to catch Buck in the kitchen.

Buck’s already got the fridge door open, a can of Ready-Whip in one hand poised to shoot.

“Oh no you don’t,” Eddie warns.

Buck shakes the can and grins.

Eddie snaps into action, tackling Buck by his waist and spinning him, pushing him out of the kitchen; the can of whipped cream falling with an impotent clink on the kitchen tile as Eddie gets Buck across the threshold.

“Eddie!” Buck giggles, joy echoing off the high living room ceilings as Eddie continues to push and push, catching the back of Buck’s knees on the edge of his sofa and pinning Buck to the cushions beneath.

“Gotcha,” Eddie says, grinning down.

Beneath him Buck’s red-faced and panting, something wild in his eyes and that’s when Eddie realizes what he’s done, what this looks like.

Buck’s eyes flick down to Eddie’s mouth.

Shit.

Sexual tension be tensing. This fic now holds the dirtiest smut I’ve ever written and this from the bitch who brought you lightning mccream.

Also, why does this line slap so hard:

“Yo, you got us some Welch’s, bro?”

Hope you all are having a fantastic Wednesday! Tags & hugs to my 911 (the show not the tragedy) hyperfixation subjects (thanks for letting me talk your ears off about this one day I’ll be normal) (lol jk NEVER): @sillyunicorn, @martsonmars, @raenestee, @thewholelemon & @bookish-bogwitch

I am once again not tagging people who don’t go here but you can tag me if you want to share your WIP with me 🥺

[duchessonfire]

Heyyyy Duchess! 🥰 Omg, I literally cannot with how much I’m obsessed with every single Cegan fic you’ve ever written. It’s like, no matter what AU they’re in, they always find each other and fall in love (in that slightly twisted, totally them way). And honestly? We’re all here for the toxic-but-make-it-hot vibes, lol. 😂

Anyway, no pressure or anything, but I gotta ask... Is Savior!Carl making a comeback soon? 👀 Like, for real, I’ve spent way too much time imagining what could possibly happen next. After that whole condom-gate mess (iconic, btw), our ship hit that sweet spot we were all dying for: Negan lowkey obsessed with controlling Carl and making him his everything, while Carl just wants to feel needed, owned, and finally free from all that fear of being discarded. Ugh, chef’s kiss. 👌✨

But like... That balance is hanging on by a thread, and even though I remember you saying in the comments that things would stabilize by the end of Part 3, my brain is straight-up incapable of imagining how they’d get there without your genius storytelling. I desperately need your words to make it all click. 🙏

That said, if you’re cooking up something new or just need more time to vibe and create, no worries at all—I’ll wait as long as it takes. You’re amazing, Duchess, and your writing has honestly made my life so much brighter. Love ya!! 💕 Keep being the literal queen of Cegan fic. 😘

Hiiiii!

Omg thank you so much for your sweet message, you're too kind 😭❤️

I can't even begin to tell you how much space Cegan takes up in my head, it's actually ridiculous. I spend what feels like every minute of every day *obsessed* with them. A lot of it, let's be honest, has to do with how smoking hot Jeffrey Dean Morgan is, but also I'm still riding the high of the few interactions Carl and Negan had in the series. (If I think too much about the fact we could have had so much more, I'll start throwing up ☠️). They are just THE PERFECT toxic but sweet relationship.

Thank you so much for telling me your thoughts on the Savior!AU, it really means a lot to me ❤️🥺 I will get back into it soon, but it's going to take a while because I want to do a full re-read of it starting with Part 1 + re-watch TWD from the line-up episode all the way to S8 before I start writing again. That way I can really immerse myself back into this universe and into Bad Wolf Negan (which is my affectionate title for Negan before the cell). I've spent the past 3 or 4 months working on my Dead City fic where Negan was very kind and soft and a gentleman so I need a good refresher on how dark and awful Negan can be before I get back into the Savior!AU 😅

First, though, I'm going to post the first chapter of a new fic I have been planning for *a while*, because the Cegan Bingo event ends on December 4th (the day before my birthday 🥰) and I just need to post one more square to hit a bingo!! I'm VERY excited about this new fic. It's going to be super long (as usual...), and it will be set in the real world, no zombie apocalypse. It's also going to be FILTHY 🔥🔥🔥🌶️🌶️🌶️ Like, literally the dirtiest, kinkiest fic I've ever written in my life, and I'm super excited for that. I'll do my very best to post the first chapter within the next two weeks so I can make it before the end of the bingo. 🤞

Thank you again for your sweet message and I hope you'll like all the Cegan that's coming 🤗❤️🥰💐✨

[umnitsa]

Santa has had enough of Christmas (2)

Summary: You're not at home, but he finds you. And gives you a special gift. *wink*

A/N: So, yeah. I couldn't stop thinking of them, so there is more, 2 years later. Some things are very inspired by earlier Santa fic, we had some lovely writers who deactivated, but their ideas live on. Thank you Kitty! <3 <3 <3

Pairing: Santa x Naughty!reader (fem)

CW: a quickie, with your friends in the other room. And more christmas cheer!

Not proofread, and you guys know english is my second language, so there.

I really hope you had a good, peaceful eve, and I wish you a peaceful day today. Christmas can be harsh, but we can always do whatever the fuck we want, even defile Santa! XD *giant hugs*

You sighed softly, watching your friends chatting around the table. You wish you were home, getting ready to wait for Santa, your toys charged and ready. You spent the whole year thinking of him, wet and desperate…

But your friends needed you. 2024 was a particularly rough year for everybody, and when your friends asked gently if you would like to join them on the 24th… You couldn’t say no.

You couldn’t be a good girl for Santa Claus, but you surely were a good girl for your friends.

And now they were laughing and giggling, sadness, hardships forgotten, the heavy weight of the holiday gone. You huffed.

Only one good fuck a year and you gave it up for them. If they only knew.

So after almost a year of writing dirty letters to Santa Claus, you sent a heartfelt one. You told him you would be with your friends, followed by paragraphs on how would you miss him, and dirty fantasies for the next year.

You hoped he wouldn’t mind.

In your heart, you were sure the action would put you in the nice list anyway.

So you would probably get home to a cute gift. No Daddy Christmas cock for you this year.

“Sorry guys, I’m feeling a bit tired.” You said softly, standing up, some weird restlessness commanding you. “I’m going to lie down a bit, take a nap…”

“Take my room!” The owner of the house said, smiling. “And lock the door, some of us here are drunk and we have pranksters at this table.”

“Santa isn’t coming for any of you this year, you assholes!” You laughed and went to the bedroom, locking the door anyway. You would hate to wake up to a thousand ridiculous pictures of you sleeping, some screaming and sharpie doodles all over your face.

You heard the lock, then soft bells rang behind you, as the warm breeze moved the curtains. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He wouldn’t…

Golden sparkles swirled from the window, materializing the red wearing giant in front of you.

“Santa!”

“My favorite little shit.” He chuckled, silver waves framing his crooked smirk. Santa took a few moments appreciating your expression, a mix of excitement and surprise, then chuckled again. “You thought I wouldn’t come? After another year of you tormenting me with the dirtiest shit I’ve ever read…”

Santa Claus huffed, playfully, throwing the sack on the floor then taking off his gloves and throwing over it. He prowled in your direction, opening his jacket.

“And I can’t skip the fucking letters, no. I have to read them in my workshop, in front of all those fucking elves.” He towered over you and you stepped back, against the door. “They keep stealing the damn things. They all giggle, looking at me weird. Like I am the pervert.”

He picked you up and pressed you against the door, his thick thigh between your legs and the weight of his body against you keeping you slightly off the floor. He had you pinned.

“You really thought I wouldn’t look for you?” He growled against your lips, his blue eyes tinkling with playful anger. You gasped, leaning towards him, but he pulled slightly back, not allowing you to kiss him. “After a year of disrespect? I should fuck you in front of your friends, show them what you really want for Christmas, how much of a pervert you are.”

You moaned, feeling yourself pulse, so warm and so wet.

“Ho, ho, ho.” He chuckled low, releasing you and stepping back. His face a picture of mirthful surprise. “Really? Whoa.” He sits on the bed, tutting, shaking his head. “You are shameless. I don’t know what I expected. I can smell you, filthy little slut.”

You kneel between his legs and nuzzle his cock over his pants. You lick the leather, whimpering softly. Santa pets your hair.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” He coos, softly, his voice gentle and loving. “Aaaaw, look at you. I didn’t know little shits get in heat too. So desperate.”

“Fuck.” You gasp, scrambling to open his pants.

“Language.” He chuckled, leaning back, making the process easier for you. His pants are large, and he did come prepared (no suspenders, the devious old man). The fabric easily falls open, showing his cock, hard and pulsing precome. No underwear either. You look at him, wide eyed, then at his cock. “It turns you on, doesn’t it? Disrespecting me. Writing those letters, asking Santa to stuff your stocking.”

You grab him with both hands, your hungry mouth descending over his cock, quickly swallowing as much as you can.

“We don’t have much time.” Santa said, pulling your hair. “Come sit on my lap, quick.”

You stand up, pulling your dress up; he grabs your hips and turns you to the door. You feel one big thumb pulling your panties aside, then the hands on your hips press you down. You feel him positioning himself, and like magic, he slides perfectly into you.

A loud moan escapes your mouth and your friends stop laughing for one second. You both stop, panting, alert. The noise outside restarts and Santa breathes, relieved.

It’s quick and hard, almost brutal, his hands tightly grabbing your hips, pulling you up and down… You felt like a doll, like his little toy. You come quickly, eyes rolling back. The only noises in the room are his soft grunts and the loud noises of your thighs slapping against his, punctuated by wet sloppy sucking sounds.

He keeps hitting that delightful place inside of you. You come a second time and he doesn’t stop until he’s covering your insides with merry, creamy white.

Santa nuzzles your ear gently, his soft beard and hair brushing against your ear. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly against his chest.

“Now you’re filled with christmas cheer.” He whispers against your ear.

“You won’t let me forget that, right?” You chuckle, feeling like you’re in slow motion. You rest your head against his shoulder, blushing.

“You’re going back to the party with christmas cheer dripping down your thighs, little slut.” He laughed very quietly, your body shaking with his. It gave you a warm, soft feeling in your chest; you placed your hands over his, petting him. “I find it funny that’s what makes you blush. Not só shameless after all.”

“In my defense, I was cockdumb and completely fucked out. It was a ridiculous post orgasm joke.” You sighed, enjoying the feel of his body against yours. He shrugged, squeezing you tighter.

“You need to stop asking for these things.” Santa said, and you could hear he was smiling. It made you smile too. “It’s wrong on so many levels.” You heard the soft ho-ho-ho against your ear.

“Do you really want me to stop?” You teased, as you did every year.

“No.” He whispered.

“What does that say about you?”

“We both know under all this I’m just a dirty old man.” He said, gently pulling from you, sitting you on the bed.

Santa stands up and quickly arranges his clothes.

“They are coming to check on you.” He grabs his sack and his gloves. He reached quickly inside the sack and pulled a large package wrapped in stripped gift wrap, with a red bow. The tag said ‘To: Little shit. From: Santa.’ He placed it by your side, smirking. “This is my gift for you.”

He cups your cheek gently, looking into your eyes, and smiled. After a moment, he gently leaned over, kissing your forehead, then your lips. Stepping back, he tapped his nose with a wink and vanished through the window in a flurry of golden sparks. You heard a knock on the door; a friend calling you to open the gifts.

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Your friends never laughed that hard. You eagerly tore the wrapping, to reveal a beautiful red box. Taped to the top, a card with elegant writing.

He sees you when you're sleeping And he knows when you're awake He knows if you've been bad or good So be good for goodness sake

Inside, a candy cane striped dildo; you could recognize that shape anywhere. Over the head there was a carefully placed small decoration that clearly was supposed to represent mistletoe. There was also lube, a thick, stuffed envelope and a mobile phone.

“I can’t believe you went through all this trouble for yourself. Who gave you this?”

”Santa.” You laughed, waving the tag, then storing it inside the box. You couldn’t wait to read that letter.

[hyukaslvr]

i loved your wooyoung smut so much i just have to read more please pleaseeeee

all i’ve been imagining is how bangchans cock is so DEEEPPP inside of you the whole time he fucks into that he’s making you feel every ridge of his cock and his hitting your gummy spot constantly. you would just completely unfold practically when he first starts rutting into you because of how hard and deep he was thrusting into you

anyways, also a heart throbber for big dick!chan and i just know he’d be like this.

HOLY SHIT-

just imagine chan coming home from months of being busy and not being able to see you once during the whole process. chan was just sooo horny.

he needed you badly, and soon.

he just knew once he saw you at home and happy to see him, he would be rock hard and tearing your clothes off the second you hugged him.

he just needed to be inside of you, no, in your arms. while he fucks you hard , of course.

you just got in the shower when he had arrived, he hears the sound of water and immediately rushed to your bathroom. he was even more turned on by imagining your body and face while he fucks your dumb against the bathroom walls.

oh, to see you so wet like that.

once he got in the bathroom, you gasped, hearing the noises of clothes being torn off him(not literally).

the way he looks so needy, so needy to be inside of you. you were immediately so stimmed. you neededd chan. it was getting unbearable with the way his eyes wear glazing your body as he inched closer to your naked body.

you knew you were screwed fucked.

you started moan gasping as he quickly put his soft, lush lips on the hot skin on your neck. you raised you leg for the man to go between your legs, you needed it him so badly.

his dick feeling the warmth of your folds, he started melting into your body, occasionally thrusting against your cunt. you were going crazy, but you knew he wasn’t gonna leave this shower without bringing you multiple leg shaking orgasms.

when he finally was getting to the point he was practically leaking against your warmth, he lined up to your clenching whole, and thrusts so deeply with no prep. you screamed as he started thrusting so deeply and harsh, his hands on your rips as he grips on them with every thrust.

you were already gone, cock drunk and murruring words out as you gripped his hair so hard between your fingers. you thought you were high as a kite, but it was just all chan’s doings. he was driving you into a great high that you felt like you were floating when he picked you up, thrusting his big cock right into your g-spot and filling you up so well.

he had you screaming as you felt yourself floating so high, moaning his nickname, ‘channieee!’, he couldn’t control himself and starting slurring out the dirtiest words to you as you clench around his cock.

you were milking the shit out of him, you felt him so deep with his last thrust inside as he came.

and he came so hard.

and it’s was sooo much.

you were also releasing, screaming his name in the most porno way ever as you felt yourself cum so hard.

you haven’t came this hard in so long.

chan was gasping your ear as he felt you coming and clenching around his overstimulated cock.

he couldn’t, just couldn’t help thrusting into it again, he was so far gone. he just needed his dick so wet.

you just know that it isn’t over once you cum again and he drags you out of the shower, still dripping wet with his dick still so deep in your cunt.

you just know he’s gonna fuck you everywhere in your apartment, every edge and every position.

you were screwed fucked.

a/n: first ask on this blog, and i love itttt😝 i’ve also decided to post both new and old content, but im gonna add more and or different things to the fics to make them my own again.

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

Hey brim what's the dirtiest thing you've written 👀 I'm in that kinda mood rn

Hell by the Boombox Snarl - Frank Morrison/Reader

(I think this is one of the filthiest thing I’ve written recently. Unless you ACTUALLY want the filthiest of filthiest… in which case you can read my Manhunt fic: Sexual Violence: A Classic which is hands down the nastiest shit I’ve ever typed into existence. If you do read that one, please, for the love of god, heed the tags) ❤️

[chicgeekgirl89]

Packing a Piece

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Characters: Carlos Reyes, T.K. Strand

Rating: T

Summary: 

“Yeah, I’m not really a talk-it-out kind of person,” T.K. mumbles around the lip of the glass as he takes a sip.

“So I’ve noticed,” Carlos tells him, a knowing smile on his face. “I believe your motto is ‘punch first, questions later?’”

“You’re never going to let that go, huh?” T.K. asks, wincing at the reminder of his recent bar brawl.

“The image of you in handcuffs, looking like a cranky, beat up alley cat? Probably not.”

A/N: I always love the early days of a ship. The will they/won't they. The longing looks. The miscommunications. Here for all of it. So when a happy little fic involving the darts scene came into my brain, I took it and ran. Also this fic has one of the dirtiest lines I've ever written, so if my mom ever finds this...I'm sorry.

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This was not how he’d planned to spend the evening. He glares across the room at Judd Ryder, chomping on the straw in his drink as the activity of the bar swirls around him. God, he’s literally never met someone more infuriating, someone more rude…who the hell does this guy think he is?

“Your turn.”

Carlos’ voice draws T.K. back to the game at hand and he looks up to see the other man smiling as he holds out a couple of darts. Right. He’s on a date. One he should definitely have said no to given his current fury at his teammate.

Two hours ago he’d stormed out of the firehouse and run smack dab into a firm torso. 

Strong arms grabbed hold of him to keep him from toppling over. “Whoa,” Carlos said. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” T.K. said, distracted by his bad mood. He just wanted to get out of here and as far away from Judd as he possibly could.

“Trying to add assaulting an officer to your rap sheet?” Carlos asked.

That got his attention and the uncertainty must have shown on his face because Carlos smiled. “I’m kidding.”

“Right,” T.K. said. He frowned. “What are you doing here?”

Carlos actually blushed and it was so fucking cute it made T.K.’s heart skip a beat. “Oh, I, um, I…kind of came to see if you’d give me another shot.”

T.K. raised his eyebrows. 

“Listen, I—I guess I wasn’t completely honest with you, or myself,” Carlos said. “The one night stand, fuck buddies kind of thing…it’s not me. And I don’t want to put any pressure on you or anything but…I like you. So I thought I would take my chances and see if you wanted to go on a date. With me. Tonight.”

The word “date” immediately made T.K. balk. That wasn’t a lifestyle he wanted anymore. Love ‘em and leave ‘em seemed like a much better, less heartbreaking option. Plus he’d already bared far more of his soul to Carlos than he was comfortable with during his brief incarceration. Better to walk away while he still had at least a little dignity left.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he said slowly.

“Just one drink,” Carlos urged. “Well, I mean, not a DRINK drink, obviously because…” His hands fluttered around aimlessly as he tried to recover from his verbal fumble and he let out a nervous half chuckle. “Okay I told myself I wouldn’t screw this up, but I guess I did. So, never mind. It’s fine.”

The sight of strong, brawny, hot-as-hell Officer Reyes looking for all the world timid and shy made him weak. “Okay,” he’d said before he could stop himself.

Carlos had frozen. “Really?”

How could he say no to those beautiful, soft, guileless brown eyes? And he really did kind of owe the guy after being such a dick the last couple times they’d been together.“Yeah. Sure. Let’s grab a drink or whatever.”

And now here he is, in a bar, pissed as hell, and the subject of his ire is across the room, further souring his mood. He can’t even have a date in peace. Judd “Stop Acting Like the Coach’s Son” Ryder has to ruin that too.

He needs to relax, to blow off some steam, and forget that the people working alongside him at the firehouse are the most judgmental, ass-backward, hillbillies he’s ever met. And hopefully, if he plays his cards right, there will be some blowing of other things later. Judging by the way Carlos keeps checking out his ass when he thinks T.K.’s not looking, his chances seem pretty good.

Although T.K. might ruin everything if he keeps complaining. Nobody wants a cranky lay.

“You know, if I was a less secure man, I might be bothered by the fact that I worked up the nerve to ask you out, and you’ve spent the entire night talking about another guy,” Carlos finally says after T.K. mouths off yet again. 

He should apologize. But he doesn’t. Instead he presses on, practically goading Carlos into calling time of death on this miserable date over his assholery. He doesn’t deserve to be with someone as good as Carlos anyway. This is the third time in a row that he’s been a jerk to the man, and he really doesn’t understand why the guy keeps coming back for more. 

A tiny voice in the back of T.K.’s mind whispers that he’s self-sabotaging yet again, but he tells it to shut up and reminds it that at least he’s not shooting up or getting the crap beat out of him to deal with it this time. 

“You think he’s right?” he asks. It’s a challenge, a test, one designed to make Carlos fail so T.K. can prove to the world that he’s still a screw-up that no one could possibly ever want.

Carlos doesn’t say anything, just tosses another couple darts at the board, then waits for T.K. to go collect them.

“Do you?” he finally asks.

It makes T.K.’s blood boil. Because yeah, that is one of his greatest fears. That he’s only here because of his dad. That he’ll never be good enough on his own. And he doesn’t like anyone to push on that particularly tender part of his ego. “You know I’m holding a dart?” he says, sending Carlos a pointed look.

Carlos’ answer is immediate. “And I’m packing a piece.”

T.K. freezes in surprise at the snappy response. It’s just enough to break through his inner monologue and get him to fully pay attention to the gorgeous, completely ripped, incredibly good at sex stuff, man in front of him. “That’s hot,” he says, thoughts of Judd Ryder and his terrible day slowly melting away.

Carlos gives him a charming little smile. “Do I finally have your attention now?”

T.K. leans closer, amusement and desire swirling in his gut. “Yes.”

“Good.” Carlos cocks his head to the side and then swipes the dart from T.K.’s hand. “Because I want you fully present when I kick your ass.”

Carlos does kick his ass, not a surprise considering the man wears a gun as part of his uniform. But T.K. doesn’t do too badly either. And despite the fact that he came into this with a chip on his shoulder…it’s fun. Carlos is sweet and snarky and unbelievably good. He’s kind to T.K., the bar staff, the people who walk by. And god help him, T.K. feels something stirring inside himself that he’d thought had died on the floor of his New York apartment five months ago.

“Okay, how are you doing that?” T.K. asks when Carlos hits his sixth or seventh bullseye of the night.

“Practice,” Carlos says with a shrug. “I can show you if you want.”

He steps up behind T.K., his lips right by T.K.’s ear as he speaks. “Relax your body,” he says, his hands skimming gently over T.K.’s frame, positioning him just so. “I like to line my shoulder up with the bull’s eye.”

The warmth of his breath on T.K.’s neck causes goosebumps to rise along his skin. Carlos’ hips bump up against him and he sucks in a sharp breath. This is…beyond a turn-on. 

“Then you just draw back and let it go,” he says, giving T.K. a quick pat on the ass before he steps back. “Go get ‘em champ.”

The heat T.K. was feeling seconds ago immediately turns into annoyance at the obvious reference to Judd’s words. He sends Carlos a scowl. “I’m glad my workplace harassment is funny to you.” 

“Are you going to take the shot? Or should I have your dad come over here and coach you from the sidelines?” Carlos asks, a sassy grin on his face as he needles T.K.

T.K. rolls his eyes, but he draws his arm back and gives the dart a toss. It hits only millimeters off of center.

“Nice,” Carlos says. “Keep practicing and maybe next time you’ll beat me.”

Next time. Like this isn’t a one time thing. Like Carlos wants to see him again even though T.K. has tried his damndest to fuck this evening up. Who the hell is this guy?

“So I was thinking—“

“You want to get out of here?” T.K. asks, cutting him off.

“Yes,” Carlos says immediately. “Let me close our tab.”

He’s back in less than two minutes and then it’s a short drive to his place where they immediately lose themselves in an already familiar rhythm of lips and hands and teeth and skin. 

“Well that was fun,” Carlos says when they’re both laid flat out on his bed, a satisfied smile on his face as he pulls his briefs back into place.

“You deserved some fun after I was such a crappy date,” T.K. tells him as he reaches for his own briefs, which have gotten hung up on a lamp.

Carlos’ face immediately drops. “Wait, you didn’t—T.K. you didn’t come over here because you felt obligated to, right?”

God this man is so damn good, it almost physically pains him. “No,” T.K. says quickly. “No, I—that’s not what I meant I was just…”

“Because if you felt like I pressured you into any of what just happened or thought I had some kind of expectation—“

“No, Carlos, it’s okay,” T.K. says, reaching out and putting a hand on his thigh for reassurance. “I was being self deprecating. I promise, I wanted everything we just did as much as you.”

Carlos relaxes. “Okay good.” He looks down at T.K.’s hand. “You’re really hard on yourself, you know that?”

“Not hard enough according to Judd,” T.K. says with a roll of his eyes, then inwardly cringes for bringing that up again. He truly is a terrible date. No wonder Alex left him for someone else.

“Have you ever thought that maybe whatever Judd is saying, it’s not about you?”

The question catches him by surprise and so does the earnestness in Carlos’ eyes. “What else could it be about?” T.K. asks.

Carlos shrugs. “His marriage. Money. His truck.”

T.K. snorts a laugh. “You think he bit my head off because he’s upset about his truck?”

“You’re in Texas now. Men love their trucks. Sometimes more than their wives,” Carlos tells him as he gets up and heads into the bathroom. “What I’m saying is, usually when people are mad, it’s about more than what they say it is.” He returns with two glasses of water, one of which he hands to T.K. “I’ve known Judd a long time. He’s a good guy. And he’s been through a lot lately. Might be worth it to try and talk it out.”

“Yeah, I’m not really a talk-it-out kind of person,” T.K. mumbles around the lip of the glass as he takes a sip.

“So I’ve noticed,” Carlos tells him, a knowing smile on his face. “I believe your motto is ‘punch first, questions later?’”

“You’re never going to let that go, huh?” T.K. asks, wincing at the reminder of his recent bar brawl.

“The image of you in handcuffs, looking like a cranky, beat up alley cat? Probably not,” Carlos says, leaning back and giving T.K. a spectacular view of all the muscles in his abdomen. The man is built like a freaking god.

“An alley cat? Seriously?” he asks.

Carlos shrugs. “I saw what I saw.”

“You’re very lucky that you’re hot,” T.K. tells him with a roll of his eyes. He takes a peek as his phone. “I should probably get going.”

“Or…”

“Or…what?”

Carlos leans forward and presses a searing kiss to his lips. “Or you could stay a little longer. And give me a new memory of you in handcuffs,” he says, soft eyes going dark and stormy.

T.K. stays.

“I had a good time tonight,” Carlos says a couple hours later as he walks T.K. to the door. He had made it very clear that T.K. could stay over but…he’s not there yet.

“Good,” T.K. says, throwing on a cocky smile. “I’d hate to think all my hard work upstairs was for nothing.”

Carlos gives him an exasperated look. “I mean the whole thing T.K. The date, the sex, all of it.”

“You are not going to tell me you think tonight falls into the category of a ‘good date,’” T.K. says incredulously. “I was being a dick the entire time.”

Carlos shrugs. “You had a rough day. It happens. I still had fun.” He steps forward and runs a finger flirtatiously down T.K.’s chest, toying with the top button of his shirt. “Besides, I like being someone who can put a smile back on your face.”

Stunned is an understatement. This is…he’s really not used to being treated like this. Like he’s allowed to have bad moments. Like maybe Carlos isn’t going to just use him and then walk away. Like maybe Carlos actually…likes him. Not just tolerates him or wants him for sex.

“Can I see you again? Maybe this weekend?” Carlos asks, that sweet, innocent look in his eyes. The one that turns the “no” in T.K.’s throat into a “yes” by the time it reaches his tongue.

T.K. nods, uncertainty shifting around inside him like the open seas in a storm. “Yeah.”

“Great.” Carlos smiles and then leans in, capturing T.K.’s lips in a soft kiss. “It’s a date.”

T.K.’s mind whirls as he slips into his cab. What the hell is happening to him?

[sinsandsweetness]

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[zara-anthology]

IF

"Someday, I'll uncover the truths I hope to find" - Kiritani Haruka

IF (イフ) is a song by MORE MORE JUMP!, a fictional Japanese idol group. The song, which serves as Kiritani Haruka's second focus song, was commissioned by YurryCanon and was written for the Tied By Painful Hope event. Since the original song is in Japanese, I'm using an English cover by ami. The lyrics can be found in the video, though you can also read along with them by clicking "keep reading" below.

The song adresses Haruka's internal conflict and her questioning stance towards the meaning of life, specifically her own. "Why I can't die, the reason I had received the gift of life", such are the questions she asks herself. The song also touches on the uncertainty of life, and that tomorrow is not guaranteed. But even so, Haruka keeps her head high, determined to move forward: "I merely keep my hopes high with no fear, believing in a sunshine that might not appear". In a life full of such uncertainties, the only thing she can do is have hope. The chorus goes on: "Throughout each part of my life, I'm faced with ifs, buts or lies. With every step I take, the "what ifs" step on the brakes". This line seems to signify the contradictions Haruka carries with her, but these come to a halt when she moves forward. The final chorus shows a development in Haruka's outlook, in that she's come to terms with the fact that, even if she won't be able to become or acomplish anything special with her singing, she'll continue to sing and bring hope to people. The concluding message she wants to bring is that the purpose of life is still unknown to her, but even that deems her life worthless, she still believes the world is beautiful, encouraging her fans to live on.

As someone who is still searching for her own purpose in life, the song and its hopeful lyrics really speak to me. I think the song brings the answer to the age-old question "what is the meaning of life?" in that there may not be a meaning, but by no means is that a reason to stop living. Haruka seems to have come to accept this fact, though I myself have yet to come to grips with this. Moving forward is difficult when you don't know where you're going, making you feel lost in life. I hope one day I can have the same outlook on life as Haruka.

[lyrics]

why i can’t die, the reason i had received the gift of life someday, i’ll uncover the truths i long to find

on days the weather is forecasting rain i walk with no umbrella though it may seem strange i merely keep my hopes high with no fear believing in a sunshine that might not appear

ah, yes, well time and time, i’ve wished away while hoping “things will be okay” if i take a leap and run, then i could even reach to the moon

so i will keep on believing, since who knows what tomorrow’s day could bring?

throughout each part of my life, i’m faced with ifs, buts or lies with every step i take, the “what ifs” step on the brakes i wonder if i could get to live without a regret it feels like such a stupid wish to make

a never-ending story? how boring that tale would be i want to see a dawn that only lasts for one night these feelings welling in me, these feelings i still can’t see how many can i feel here by your side?

those words of comfort you whisper alone or poetry of wishes you once hope to own everything will be seen in the end so let this proof i lived now take on a shape that nobody can ever come to forget

beautiful lies that we sell and the dirtiest truths that we tell if it all were forgiven, and we could agree “this is just being h uman, you see?”

i wonder if we could start again, then could we try we make our present gleam with something as precious as our love and our magic, crazy dreams?

though you may not walk down that path, there’s still plenty that you may be yet to see

throughout each part of my life, i’m faced with ifs, buts or lies with every step i take, the “what ifs” step on the brakes i wonder if i could get to live without a regret it feels like such a stupid wish to make

throughout each part of my life, i’m faced with ifs, buts or lies i want to be something that this life could never bring there’s not a right way to walk, there’s not a way that is wrong if i had once more chance, i’d carry on

my singing won’t save your life, or anything of the like but, still i want to sing on for your sake, now, alright? this dream that won’t fade away, i want to sing it today even if it’s been played a thousand times

why i can’t die, the reason i had received the gift of life i’m still not too sure; it’s unusual still, if my life is worthless trash to be thrown and left behind i will still believe that this world is beautiful (let’s keep living on!)

[kingofbodyrolls]

Yoongi fic recs 2024 🥳

In honor of Yoongi’s birthday, I want to share my ultimate favorite Yoongi stories, that I’ve read this past year (2023-2024) 💜 I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹 🥳

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell or contains dark themes, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the fic, it might seem like a tiny gesture, but it really means a lot for writers and I can guarantee it will put a smile on their faces💜 Let’s share and give lots of love!

Looking for more to read? Check ‘The Library’ or last years recs 🙂

[index] → jan | feb (jhs) | mar (💜) | apr | may | jun | jul | aug | sep (jjk)(knj) | oct (pjm) | nov | dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, fantasy = 🪄. 

⭐Illicit Favors @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // producer!yoongi, virgin!reader, f2l // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 When your editor tells you to re-write the chapters of your book because the sex scenes are weak, suggesting you write them from experience, what do you do when you lack any kind of sexual experiences in general? You go to your friend and ask him for help with it.

🗨️ Matchmaker Namjoon!! The premise is funny and leads to slight awkwardness, but it’s so good. I love the reader and Yoongi’s friendship in this. I was left speechless after reading it, I can’t recommend this enough 🙂

⭐Tricks of the Trade @stutterfly // myg x f.reader // body swap!au, soulmates!au, idiots to lovers, frenemies to lovers // 🥰😂🥵

📝 The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That’s why you frequent it. It’s definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you’ve been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you’re waking up in a body that definitely doesn’t belong to you. You can’t decide if it’s the best or worst thing that’s ever happened to you.

🗨️ This is utterly perfection! It is so funny and hilarious - but it is also insanely smutty! It’s really interesting with body swapping, what they learn about each other, lol. I read this on a day where I was feeling down, and it honestly made my day! 💜Also, now I kinda wanna watch ‘She’s the Man’ 😂

⭐Backtrack @mapofthesea // myg x pjm x reader // producers!yoonmin, assistant!reader, bi!yoongi // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s no telling just how long you’d been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain.

🗨️ Holy fuck 🥵 I feel like I need to take a very long shower now 🫣🫣🫣 this is probably one of the dirtiest fics I’ve read. It’s so good 🤤

⭐Workaholic @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. 

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

⭐Oh, darling! [series; completed] @yoongiofmine // myg x f.reader // university!au, non idol au, professor!yoongi, student!reader // 🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you’ve held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought? 

🗨️ Holy fucking shit 🥵🫣😳 This is just one of my favorites series, EVER 💜 This is in my top 10, no questions! ✨

⭐Mami @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader, knj x f.reader, jhs x f.reader // roommates!au, battle rap!au // 🥵

📝 You somehow have a conversation with Yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

🗨️ So, so good 🥵 really looking forward to more of this series 🥵 🫣

⭐Damn the Charcuterie Board @bratkook // myg x f.reader x pjm // bestfriends!au, threesome // 🥵

📝 This doesn’t have a summary, so here goes mine; reader has has a sling of unfulfilling sexual times, and in the company of her best friends, she thinks about a video she watched recently. Could they give her what she needed?

🗨️ This has been on my reading list for so freaking long! 🥹 And now I finally got to read it, and damn, it is one of the best, filthiest fics out there. So, so good! 💯🥵

⭐Cotton Candy Computer (1) [series; discontinued] @softyoongiionly // myg x f.reader // hacker!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Min Yoongi is the top hacker in the world. He has put away countless other cyber criminals all whilst evading detection by virtually everyone he has ever crossed paths with, including the government. The diabolical super hacker that came close to tracking him down is now serving a 10 year prison sentence, all thanks to Yoongi’s handiwork. So what happens when the sentence is shortened unexpectedly? What happens when the biggest threat to public safety is roaming the streets again, determined to get revenge on the man who put him away? What happens when the worlds most infamous hacker just so happens to manage your local Mikrokosmic Electronics? A terabyte of trouble.

🗨️ Shit this was incredibly good!!!! Why isn’t it finished? 😭 I don’t usually read unfinished or discontinued series, but the summary really had me and I just had to read it – and now I’m hooked and I want more of this sexy hot hacker Yoongi! 😭 The story was also just so well written and the chemistry between reader and oc was so fucking perfect, and don’t get me started on the smut, like ugh 🥵 Gosh, I’m so sad there aren’t more parts to it (like the author planned four parts). But it’s so so good, and the cliffhanger isn’t horrible (in terms of wanting to read the next chapter). It can definitely be read as a one shot, I just really, really wished there was more, because, fuck, it was perfect! 💯💜✨

⭐Three Tangerines [series; ongoing] @kithtaehyung // myg x f.reader // fuckboy!yoongi, brother’s best friend!au, age gap!au // 🌩️🥵

📝 Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

🗨️ I will keep screaming about Ryen and 3tan, yes. And if you have not read it yet, please take 3-7 days off from work or school to do so 😂

⭐Sinful Lust [completed series] @oddinary4bts [71.9K]  // myg x f.reader x jjk // slice of life!au, bisexual boyfriend!yoongi // 🥵🌩️🌩️🌩️

📝 in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

🗨️ this one is special to me (as is everything Ella writes honestly). This one is very controversial because of the cheating aspect in it, but it feels so real and it’s very well handled! I love it! It’s very angsty too, made me cry multiple times– I was just so invested in it! I’m really trying not to spoil too much (I already have lol). Just, read it okay??? ✨

⭐F*ck Christmas  @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

⭐Eargasm + Eargasm II @lavishedinjimin [9.5K + 14K]  // myg x f.reader // phonesex!au, sexhotline!au // 🥵

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ holy fuck, FUCK. this is insane 🥵🥵🥵

⭐Less of Them [ongoing series] @casuallyimagining [9.9K]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, arranged marriage!au, star-crossed lovers // 🥵🌩️🥰🪄

📝 as the daughter of one of the oldest families in the kingdom, when the king decides that it's you he wishes to marry, you're forced to make a decision and fulfill your duty, leaving behind everything you've ever known--and the only man you've ever loved.

🗨️ PLEASE, PLEASE— FUCKING PLEASE. If you have not read this one yet. Please do it now 😭🥺 It made me cry in the best way possible! The world building, the characters, their love for each other shines to fucking bright and then– [spoiler] READ IT yelling with hands frantically moving above my head

⭐Things that Grow @violetsiren90 [0.9k]  // myg x f.reader // established relationship, idol!au // 🥰🌩️

📝 the idea of having your first ever orgasm by talking to a hot, random stranger through your phone scares the living hell out of you, but maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.

🗨️ it is so fucking beautiful, I can’t even begin to articulate… fuck. I know it’s very short, but dammit I love it. Every single freaking word in this is PERFECTION.

⭐Hard Liquor @chateautae [8k]  // myg x f.reader x jjk // business!au, age!au, executive boss!yoongi x employee!reader // 🥵

📝 your dull evening at a bar becomes hopeful when your mysterious, handsome boss min yoongi shows you the ropes on everything alcohol, but shows you much more when he ends up buried deep inside you.

🗨️ it was SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE like I don’t even know where to begin??? The smut??? That has left me in utter need of Holy Water, because DAMN 🥵 The writing, flow of the story was also just 💯✨

This is my little corner with my own fics— I don’t write that much (I prefer to read), but it would mean a lot to me if you checked out my work or read it. You don’t have to, it’s up to you of course 🥰

⭐Friendcation [110.5k] // myg x f. reader // roadtrip!au/camping!au, f2bfwb2l, mechanic!Yoongi // 🥵🥰😂

📝going camping with your best friends seemed like a brilliant idea when you initially made the plans. But when you harbor secret feelings for one of them, what will become of you being close confined for three months? Trouble, that’s what.

🗨️ you might laugh, but this is very special to me because it’s the first long fic I wrote and I wrote it because I missed my sister and brother-in-law (they were going on a roadtrip across Europe, lol).

⭐Learn to Love Again [19.4k ] // myg x f. reader // hybrid!au (shapeshifter!yoongi), s2l, slice of life!au // 🌩️👻🥵🥰

📝people always leave. They become beautiful stars shining bright in the night sky. When life hands you lemons, you’ve been told to make lemonade, but that is hard when your soul and heart is breaking apart. When you rescue a tiny cat and meet a handsome stranger in the cafe, you finally feel yourself healing – but when they too leave, how are you going to learn to love again?

🗨️ this one is quite sad, but I really adore it. I wrote it when I was very depressed, so it’s very heavy in that department 🥲

And as a something little extra, here’s a few fics that I haven’t had the time to read yet, but damn I’m buzzing to get to read them:

Those Eyes Chico [ongoing series] @kookslastbutton

Burden @casuallyimagining

Pour some sugar on me @yoonia

Turbulence [AO3] by orphan_account

Only Yesterday [completed series] @borathae

Happy birthday to our Lotus flowers, YOONGI!!!! 🥳💜✨

[noxtms]

dear cherry ; we are pleased to inform you that your application for BILL WEASLEY has been accepted to 𝐧𝐨𝐱 ! boyd holbrook is now taken. you have twenty four hours to submit your account, or else your role will be reopened !

⧼   boyd holbrook, cis man, he/him   /   soldier, poet, king by jacob cook + and so it begins, self-admonishment heark, all bathed in strawberry lightning  !  center stage, something of a divine right.  “i am, myself, indifferent honest; i could accuse me of such things it were better my mother had not borne me. i am — -”   proud.   (  firstborn, forever limned in that gilded light  /  you are the first, my love: to be held in father’s shaking, unsteady arms, to take tentative steps and catch the edge of your forehead on the coffee table. to receive your letter, expected as it is. to glow something glorious.  oh, he’s a wonderful boy.  and you are, aren’t you  ?  pride and joy, as they put it, your parents who retire that very phrase the minute your mother’s belly swells for the second time, but there’s something about the ego trip that you hang onto, just for a while. set the curve, stay ahead of it, revel in that little pinprick that you confine to just below the candy-cane curve of your right rib. sylvia plath said it best: i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. i am, i am, i am …   )   revengeful.   (   and you’ve done things you’re not proud of, in the name of the ire that feels like a smoldering bonfire at your very core. there’s punches thrown, and hexes spat, and hate that sits venomous and green at the tip of your tongue. someone threatens to push your brother off his broom, for the outrageous crime of catching the golden snitch a second beforehand  …  shining prefect badge be damned, you’ll go down swinging for the ones you love.   )   ambitious.   (   is this why you leave, darling  ?  it’s quite the distance, london to cairo. your mother says she doesn’t mind the time difference, nor the mileage, but there’s something like an open wound in her tearful gaze and you can’t quite meet it. dirtiest trophy on the shelf: first child to leave home  /  to break your mother’s heart in two, slick - shiny ligaments catching the light as she waves you goodbye. you think about her less than you should, she worries about you with every second breath, your ambition comes at a cost and it’s a few gray hairs at her temple.   )   with more offences at my beck than i have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.   (   you’ve grown cold, darling.  what did not kill me never made me stronger.  it only left ragged scars, something a little jaded in the way your laughter breaks off  /  did you snap like this, before  ?  sunny boy turned charming man with a temperate like spun sugar, nobody would have ever expected this of you. early mornings sat atop the rocks, watching the tide crash in  ;  the spray is brutally fresh and you can practically taste it, the wind slices at exposed flesh. gaze cast out into whitecaps like you might find something you’ve lost amongst the waves, how many times have you been here before  ?  navalgazing cannot change a fate long decided, my dear. dust yourself off, and go home to the hearth that’s cooled now that there’s nobody else to stoke it.   )   “we are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us.”    ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that WILLIAM ‘BILL’ LEANDER WEASLEY? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the THIRTY SEVEN year old pureblood WIZARD is a GRYFFINDOR alumnus who has gone on to be a CURSEBREAKER AT GRINGOTT’S. i’ve heard they can be quite EQUABLE & SCRUPULOUS, but i don’t know… they came off very BREVILOQUENT & MERCURIAL in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   claire, twenty4, aest, she/they   ]

[shawtuzi]

Peaches and Coconut Pt 2

here is part two i can't believe i already made a second part but i did it for the culture. this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written and possibly read like it is something..... i can’t even name half the warnings but I'll try. i linked part 1 at the end of the post btw <3

minors dni obvi 18+ content warnings include: brief mention of church, exhibitionism if you squint, sex in a car, so much squirting and a couple creampies, threesome kinda??, oral sex (male and female receiving), cum eating, dom!eren and slightly sub!jean bc i love me some subby jean. that's all i can name rn but just know it’s nasty.  word count: 6k+

Growing up you were always a sheltered little girl. Homeschooled from ages 5 to 18 you had basically no social life whatsoever, and you think your parents secretly liked it but there was one person you knew who absolutely adored it: Eren. He was borderline obsessed with your innocence, and wasn’t shy to show it either. Even with the disgusting sinful things you’ve done together he still treats you like you’re the purest thing that’s ever walked this planet.

Even with the numerous pictures of you with cum all over your face/tits/ass/stomach he has in his phone, or the videos of you sucking his cock pretty doe eyes staring right into the camera, orrr the videos of you squirting all over him legs shaking and your lower body soaked with your cum he still treated you like his little angel. You never minded it one bit though if it made Eren happy to call you his ‘innocent baby” it made you ecstatic.

You’ve been seeing Eren for two months and you two have been practically joined at the hip, wherever Eren went you followed suit clinging to his strong bicep with a smile on your face. Your parents never questioned anything so happy their daughter caught the eye of the pastor's son; the perfect couple they would always call you when your families ate dinner together. While they gushed about how you two were a match made in heaven Erens fingers would be stuffed in your panties toying with your wet pussy while you just sat trying not to bring attention to yourself even more.

Everyday after he got out of school you would walk to Paradis High to watch him at football practice blowing him kisses every now, and then and him being the sucker he was blowing them back making you giggle. He would drive you home hand on your thigh the entire way then giving you a mindblowing makeout session that would leave you breathless and your panties damp.

On nights your parents let you stay out a little later than usual with him you two would be behind the church in the parking lot fucking like rabbits. It was your favorite time of the week being able to be skin to skin with your boyfriend with no parents, no distractions, just the two of you embracing each other's company in the dirtiest way possible.

“Fuck Y/N I’m gonna cum if you keep bouncing on my dick like that” Eren groaned throwing his head back in pleasure. His hair once down due to you taking out his bun, loving the way his soft brown locks felt between your fingers. “Oh Eren oh my gosh, c-can I cum please l-let me cum” you cried wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, “I c-can’t hold it” you whimpered burying your face into his neck your salty tears wetting in. You were squeezing him so fucking tight it felt like you were suffocating his cock, the loud squelching of your pussy along with the soft bounces of the car being the only thing heard.

“Oh but you were just begging me to stop, princess what changed?” he taunted running his hands up and down your sides before roughly slapping your ass making you jolt. You and Eren had been here for quite some time. He already made you cum four times and tried for a fifth until you begged and begged for him to stop, but as always your pleas fell on deaf ears Eren taking the lead bouncing you on his fat cock himself. “F-feels good now ‘wanna make you cum again daddy” you whined, grinding your hips against him, your eyes fluttering shut feeling him touch what he called your “special spot”.  He came in you twice already and you swear this is the fullest you’ve ever felt, how he had much stamina? The world may never know but you didn’t give a single fuck.

Eren growled at your words gripping your chin roughly, “open” he demanded and you happily complied sticking your tongue out knowing what was going to happen. He spit on your tongue and you swallowed beaming proudly at him, “one more please? You know I love when you do that” you pouted, batting your lashes at him. “Jesus you’re fucking filthy” he muttered gripping your face with both hands lightly slapping your cheek, “but you’re my filthy girl yeah?” he smiled sticking his thumb in your mouth groaning when you started sucking it.

“Mhmm love you so much ‘Rennie, ‘wanna be your girl forever” you whispered, placing multiple kisses on his warm palm (he loves when you do that btw). “Can’t wait to graduate and be with you forever” you sighed dreamily drunk on his cock. While you were babbling out your love to him, too distracted and cockdrunk to function, Eren continued to move your body up and down on his cock his dick twitching at your words. He loved when you talked about your future together, Eren would move mountains to make you happy and he’d knows you’d do the exact same. You were perfect together.

“Yeah angel? Wanna be my wife? Carry my babies?” he grunted slamming your body down roughly making you squeal, “yes yes yes! Please don’t stop Eren. I'm cumming please let me cum!” you cried out feeling your stomach tighten your release approaching quickly.

“Cum.”

It was a simple request and you obeyed no problem, your eyes crossing as you squirted all over his cock soaking the leather beneath you, but Eren didn’t care he never did.  “Thats right- fuck look at you so fucking pretty squirting all over me. Look at my pretty baby” he cooed, stroking your back as you fell limp in his arms, your legs twitching. “Please cum in me” you whimpered, reaching your hands up to tangle in his hair, you lifted your head attaching your lips to his pulse point sucking softly just how he liked. He moaned loudly at your words wrapping his arms around your waist pounding into you roughly. “O-oh fuck I’m cumming- shit” he groaned stilling his movements cumming inside you. You sighed happily feeling his cum fill you once again, you loved how warm you felt afterwards so when he began to pull out you were less than thrilled stopping him as he was about to pull the tip out. “W-wait! Let’s just sit here a minute” you pouted, poking out your bottom lip. How could he say no to that?

“Mmm okay but just for a little bit angel we gotta get you home” he smiled, setting you down again groaning softly when he felt your warmth envelope him again. The two of you sat there, your head resting on Erens chest listening to his heartbeat while he gently stroked your sides, mumbling out praises of how well you took him and how much he loved you. “Actually there is something I wanted to talk to you about,” he spoke softly, caressing your messy hair. “Mhm?” you mumbled tracing your fingers up and down his toned stomach.  “You know how we’ve been ‘experimenting’?”

How could you forget? Ever since your first time with Eren you were both sex crazed not being able to keep your hands off each other. It was pretty normal stuff at first; trying out different positions, teaching you how to masturbate whenever he’s not around to help you, throat training you to take his cock with ease. You know pretty normal stuff. But it gradually increased of course. You know that night Eren played with your pussy at the table? That was your first exhibition experience and although you almost combusted in front of your parents you loved every second of it.

You’d never tell him but your favorite place to do it was the place he took your virginity; the church. Along with exhibitionism you also loved when the two of you filmed sex tapes. You were a little hesitant at first but once Eren showed you a video he took of you two boy were you hooked. You could listen to Eren’s pretty moans on repeat, and you have fingers stuffed in your cunt as you did so.

“Angel?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Eren shake your shoulder slightly, “I lost you for a sec. You okay baby? Was I too rough?” he asked, grabbing your face in his large hands stroking your tear stained cheeks. You quickly shook your head reassuring him, “no no ‘Rennie I’m fine just thinking about our…experimenting” you giggled pressing a kiss to his palm. You felt him physically relax when you did that and he smiled squishing your cheeks together. “Don’t scare me like that again” he chuckled, pressing a wet kiss to your lips making you groan. “Gross. You’re gross” you mumbled wiping your lips with the back of your hand, “now continue with what you were gonna say silly” you teased. “I’m getting to it, don't worry, and don’t wipe away my kisses again ever” he said smacking your ass roughly making you gasp. He could be so mean sometimes :(.

“Now as I was saying before my girlfriend wandered into outer space” he teased, pinching your side. “You know how we were watching porn the other night and you got so needy and wet watching two guys play and have their way with a girl?” he asked softly and you nodded feeling your cheeks heat up. He chuckled, feeling you clench around him, “you were so needy you were practically humping my thigh, I still have the panties from that night you soaked them baby” he said in the sickeningly sweet voice that always made you shiver. “Yes ‘Ren I remember” you whined, adjusting yourself in his lap.

“Well how would you like to do it for real?” he whispered, trailing his fingers up your chest to cup your breast grazing his finger over your hardening nipple. You bit your lip softly pondering in your head. Were you actually considering this? “Just think angel me and another guy pleasing you, playing with your pussy, filling you up. You thought I made you feel full just wait until there’s two of us” he groaned feeling his cock harden inside of you at the image of you sucking his cock while getting fucked by one of his friends, controlling both of your orgasms.

“Mmm ‘Rennie” you whimpered, resting your forehead against his as you slowly grinded on his lap. You were far too tired to ride him so you depended on him to take the lead this round but he wasn’t budging, “p-please move Eren” you whined making him laugh. “Say yes and I’ll fuck you angel. I’ll fuck you so hard and send you back to your parents stuffed with all my cum, just say yes baby” he whispered gripping your thighs when he felt you clench at his words. “O-okay yes! Yes ‘Ren you and your friend can use me all you want just please move” your words brought a smile to his face and he complied planting his feet before fucking up into you with all his might.

When Eren dropped you off at home you were a twitching mess, panties soaked with a mixture of his and your cum. “Tomorrow tell your parents we’re going to be at my house studying. I’ll pick you up after practice” he smiled lovingly at you giving you one, two, three pecks on your lips. You nodded and gave him a warm hug, as always he nuzzled his face into your neck inhaling your sweet scent of peaches and coconuts. His entire car smelled like it and he couldn’t be more content about it. He laughed watching you wobble into your house finally leaving when you turned around and shooed him away.

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You were on edge the entire day, nervous and excited for what Eren had in store for you, whatever it was you knew you would like it he always made sure you did. At six fifteen Eren pulled in front of your house, you practically ran to the car, your adrenaline through the roof. “Hey baby” Eren greeted you gripping your chin bringing you in for a sweet kiss. “Mmm hi ‘Rennie” you smiled, hearts practically appearing in your eyes. Your brain always turned to mush when you were around him and you hated it, even though you absolutely loved when he called you his ‘dumb little baby’ while he fucked you dumb.

The entire drive Eren had his hand on your thigh squeezing it softly every now and again. “Where are we going?” you asked, placing your hand on top of his toying with the silver band on his middle finger. “You remember Jean, right angel?” he asked, glancing over at you, you nodded already having a nervous feeling in your stomach. “Well guess who’s gonna be experimenting with us tonight.” Your eyes widened at his words, “really but I thought you didn’t like him because of that one day” you mumbled referring to the day he sent Jean away on a quest for party decorations while he fucked you silly.

“Jean and I are friends I just don’t like when he tries to take things that are mine” Eren said, squeezing your thigh possessively. “But after a little talking I figured I could let him have a little taste with my supervision of course. Someone has to remind him who you belong to right baby?” he queried and you nodded quickly squeezing your thighs at his words. “O-of course Eren m’all yours” you said, bringing his hand to your lips pressing a kiss to it. “Good girl, that's what I like to hear.”

Eren pulled in front of a large house and looked at you, “look at me” he said, taking your hands in his brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. You looked into his moss green eyes knowing that look. He knew you were nervous. “If you’re uncomfortable in the slightest even while we’re having sex you tell me and we’ll leave okay? I know you wanna make me happy but you being safe and comfortable is above everything promise me Y/N” he said and you smiled feeling your worries melt away. “I promise ‘Rennie.”

The two of you walked to the door hand in hand, Eren rang the doorbell and Jean appeared with a bright smile on his face. “Y/N it’s so good to see you!” he smiled bringing you in for a hug which you happily returned. Jean was always nice, greeting you whenever he saw you at football practice and at church. If only you knew he fucked his fist to the thought of you everday since he heard you and Eren going at it in the church basement. Your pretty, breathy moans replying like a broken record in his head. When Eren suggested the idea of a threesome he had to contain his excitement, afraid of getting punched in the face. But there were a couple rules before the plan was set in motion:

“Rule one” Eren said in a stern tone, “ kissing is allowed but no hickeys anywhere.” “Rule two don’t cum in her pussy that is Eren access only okay horseface?” Jean nodded, rolling his eyes, “can I cum on her at least?” he asked, ready to dodge a punch Eren might send his way. Eren nodded slowly, “On her or in her mouth and absolutely no spitting in her mouth even if she begs you, once again Eren access only. Oh and you have to wear a condom. I'm the only one who gets to hit it raw.” “Rule three and this is the most important rule; if she says stop at all you stop and get the fuck away from her until she tells me she’s okay got it?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, a deadly glare in his eyes. “Yes of course the last thing I want is for her to be uncomfortable, you have my word.”

Fast forward to today Jean was prepared and ready condoms on deck for your guys’ eventful night. He ushered the two of you into his house bringing you to his room where everything from towels, to water bottles, to lube sat neatly on his desk. You were suddenly feeling nervous again staring at the two big men in front of you as they made small talk. Eren sat on Jean’s bed and glanced at you giving you a small smile, “angel c’mere” he said patting the spot next to him “I have a good way to help you relax but you have to trust me ‘kay?” he asked and you nodded slowly confused as to where this was going.

Jean rummaged through his desk drawer finally pulling out a small container. When he opened it you let out a tiny gasp peeking inside, “is that marijuana?” you asked looking over at Eren and he nodded grabbing an already pre rolled blunt from the container. He could already sense the hesitation in your face and offered you a reassuring smile. “Jean fuck off for a second” he said not taking his eyes off you, and Jean was about to protest but quickly left the room once Eren gave him the look.

“I know you’re nervous but I promise this is gonna help you relax, you trust me right Y/N?” he asked and you nodded “of course I trust you more than anything” you said making him smile even wider. He grabbed a lighter from his pocket and lit the blunt smoke immediately traveling around the large room. He exhaled the funny smelling smoke, then took another big hit, suddenly bringing you in for a kiss exhaling it into your mouth. You held the smoke in your mouth unsure of what to do next making Eren chuckle, “inhale it baby” he whispered stroking your thigh. You did as you were told and holy shit this didn’t feel too bad. If your parents saw you right now they’d probably roll into their graves but you didn’t care greedily asking Eren if you could have some more.

After a couple more hits you felt good, a little too good. With the combination of Eren stroking your thigh and praising you for handling the weed like a champ it wasn’t long before you felt yourself start to get uncomfortably wet. Eren noticed you rubbing your thighs together and smirked, “that’s it baby just keep smoking it, Jean get in here!” he called out and not even a second later Jean appeared “you guys started without me?!” he whined making Eren roll his eyes. “Y/N needed a little practice, isn't that right my love?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and you nodded eyes red and lidded, your mind feeling incredibly hazy. “I feel funny ‘Rennie” you whined moving your thighs together not even caring Jean was right there. “Mmm you’re just high baby we’re about to make you feel so fucking good, isn’t that right Jean?” he asked, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

You whimpered, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly on it. Eren took the blunt from your shaking fingers and took a big hit blowing the smoke into your face. You didn’t know if it was the drugs or what but he looked so pretty. His hair was in a messy bun as usual along with his usual attire which consisted of a hoodie and sweatpants, his eyes were red and lidded and he had that look in his eye. The same look he always gave you before he ravaged you. After the blunt was done being passed around the three of you you were insanely horny slick making your thighs sticky under your skirt.

“Look at my poor needy baby, you ready for some fun sugar?” he asked and you nodded slowly. He scooted back on the bed and placed you between his legs with easy immediately slipping his hand under your skirt. “Fuck Jean she’s so wet” Eren chuckled darkly rubbing your clit over your panties making you whine arching your back into his chest, “and so so sensitive I’m barely even touching her” he rasped pressing kisses along the column of your neck. “Wanna see?”

Jean nodded, pulling his computer chair in front of the two of you watching closely as Eren flipped up your skirt revealing your soaked panties. “Holy shit” he whispered, making your face heat up. “You want Jean to touch you baby?” he asked caressing your folds over your panties and you nodded. “Ah ah ah use your words and ask nicely” he demanded, lightly slapping your pussy making you jolt. “O-okay Jean…” you mumbled looking at him eyes red and glossed over. Jean groaned feeling his dick twitch at you saying his name. “Shit- yeah baby?” he asked, palming himself over his pants. “P-please touch me” you whimpered, spreading your legs giving him an even better view.

Jean didn’t need to be told twice as he made his way over kneeling before you in all your glory. “May I?” he asked and you nodded, lifting your hips so he could slide your panties off. “Jesus” he groaned seeing your soaked pussy on full display desperately aching to be touched. “She’s beautiful isn’t she? Prettiest pussy on the fucking planet” Eren said whispering the last part into your ear. Jean was in a trance, you truly were beautiful in all ways but god damn your pussy was something else, “yeah she’s pretty” he mumbled to himself bringing his middle finger up to slide through your soaked slit “and so fucking wet.”

“Jean please!” you cried tears brimming your eyes the sexual frustration becoming too much for you to handle. “You heard her horseface eat my girls pussy before I have to show you how it’s done” Eren growled cupping your breasts over your shirt. Jean licked his lips before diving in, licking a long, bold stripe up your sopping cunt making you cry out. He was eating you like a man starved your wetness coating his mouth, chin, and nose. He was switching between suckling on your swollen clit and fucking you with his tongue making your legs shake. “Put a finger in Jean. My baby loves getting her pussy played with, isn't that right angel?” You nodded his words going in one ear and out the other. Jean listened to Eren’s request pushing his index and middle finger in your cunt making your eyes roll back.

Eren laughed lifting up your sweater letting your exposed breasts fall out. “No bra? Who knew you could be such a slut?” he smirked, pinching your nipples causing you to squeal. “Does that feel good? Am I doing good?” Jean asked looking up at you and the sight alone could’ve made you cum. He looked so handsome with your wetness making the bottom half of his face shine. “Y-yes Jean feels so good don’t stop” you whined pushing his face towards your pussy once more. The combination of Jean fingering and licking your pussy along with Eren playing with your tits had you cumming within seconds, your cum soaking the bed and some of Jean’s face.

Although you had already came Jean was still lapping at your pussy making your legs shake, “J-jean” you mumbled trying to push his head away but your pleas fell on deaf ears. Eren could hear though and roughly grabbed Jean by his hair making him wince, “what did I say?” Eren asked quirking an eyebrow. Jean gulped, staring right into his green eyes, “i-if she says stop move away, b-but she just tasted so good I couldn’t help myself” he mumbled pouting slightly. Eren found it kind of cute, he’d never seen Jean so submissive willing to obey his every command just to get a taste of his girlfriend's sweet pussy. “Aw poor Jean’s already addicted to your pussy. Too bad this is the only time he’ll get to touch it” he laughed and Jean’s eyes widened and he was about to protest until Eren interrupted him, “but I suppose if you’re good and treat Y/N like the goddess she is maybe I’ll let you two have fun again but let’s not worry about that now” he said eyeing the bulge in Jeans pants.

“Baby?” Eren whispered, stroking your arm, “I say it’s time you repay Jean for eating you out so good huh?” he cooed and you nodded making a beautiful smile grace his face. Jean was staring at the two of you in awe at the love and adoration in Eren’s eyes as he spoke to you. “Jean switch places with me and sit on the bed. Y/N you know what to do” Eren commanded and the two of you scrambled at his request Jean sitting on the bed pulled his pants down leaving him only wearing his boxers that were seriously straining his dick. Before you kneeled on the hardwood floor Eren placed a pillow beneath so to prevent you from bruising your knees, you smiled gratefully at him giving him a little peck before turning your attention back to Jean. “Y-you ready?” you asked palming him over his boxers causing him to groan. “Yeah, yeah I’m ready- fuck” he mumbled giving you a small smile.

You removed his boxers allowing his cock to slap against his toned stomach. He wasn’t as thick as Eren but in length he was a little longer. His dick was pretty, you couldn’t lie the sight alone made you want to touch yourself. “Go on angel show him what you can do” you heard Eren’s voice from behind you, you didn’t have to look to know that she had a shit eating grin on his face. You licked from the base to the tip of Jean’s cock looking into his eyes the entire time. “O-oh shit” he groaned, clenching his fists, his knuckles turning white. You hummed before taking the tip in your mouth slowly lowering your head until his cock was halfway in your mouth. Jean was like putty in your hands and you actually enjoyed sorta being the dominant one for once but Eren wasn’t having it.

Without warning you felt someone push your head down making you gag. You tried to look up as best as you could thinking it was Jean, but his hands were by his side, head thrown back in pure bliss. “You think you’re the one in charge? That’s cute but I’m calling the shots angel and I want you to suck Jean’s cock until he cums” Eren growled, pushing your head further down until your nose was pressed against Jean's pubic bone. You tried to follow Eren’s command but your mind was so hazy you could barely think let alone move your head, the sight made Eren tisk shaking his head. “Does my dumb baby need me to show her how to suck dick again?” he asked in a teasing tone and you nodded whimpering loudly.

Eren smirked and grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail before guiding your movements. One hand was in your hair and the other was wrapped around your throat feeling the bulge from Jean’s cock. It was all too much for Jean he’d never seen anything so fucking hot in his life he could already feeling his release approaching. “I-I’m gonna cum- fuck make me cum Y/N please make cum” Jean cried out. You weakly reached your hand up to play with his balls (something Eren taught you <3) and that’s what did it, Jean thighs tensed as he came ribbons of cum filling your mouth.

You hummed taking your mouth off Jeans cock the tip leaving your mouth with a pop. “You know what to do baby” Eren whispered and you did as you were told sticking your tongue out to show Jean. Eren grabbed your throat once again bringing you in for a kiss groaning at the taste of Jean’s cum on your tongue. “Not too bad Kirstein” Eren chuckled, patting Jean roughly on the thigh. Jean couldn’t even speak he was starstruck. Never in his life had he seen something so disgusting, so vulgar, you can’t even find this shit on the hub.

Eren stood up taking his seat back on the computer chair. He was painfully hard precum wetting the front of his boxers. “Mmm Jean” you purred, kissing his thighs, “wanna feel you in my stomach” you whispered looking up at him. Good fucking lord. “E-eren would you…” he trailed off nodding towards the box of condoms on his desk. He didn’t dare take his eyes off you, you were a dream and now he sees why Eren couldn’t get enough. He used to think it was a little much when he would hear the two of you going at it in the storage closet at the church or in the bathroom but, oh does he understand now.

“Make it count because once you cum you’re done” Eren said tossing him a condom. Jean ripped the foil with his teeth and was about to roll it on until you stopped him, “I wanna put it on you” you whispered giving him your famous doe eyes and Jean swear he could’ve busted right there on your pretty face. “Fuck okay, okay here” he rasped handing you the condom. You smiled and rolled it on his cock slowly smiling at the blissed out look on his face. “You’re so big Jean and you have such a pretty dick.  Doesn’t he, Eren?” you asked and Eren hummed in response. “Not as pretty as mine though right?” he chuckled, making you roll your eyes. You stood turning to face Eren, “c’mere ‘Rennie” you smiled motioning for him to join you and Jean.

He raised a brow and walked over, setting his hands on your waist, “you good baby? Do we need to leave?” he asked concern, lacing his voice and you shook your head bunching your skirt up to your waist. “No just wanna make you feel good while I ride him” you smiled pecking his soft lips. You lowered yourself onto Jean slowly, your back facing him. He took this as an opportunity to bury his pitiful moans in your sweet smelling hair gasping at how warm and tight you were. “S-shit Eren you guys fuck everday how is she so fucking t-tight” Jean groaned gripping your waist roughly. You whimpered, resting your forehead against Erens body, adjusting to Jeans cock. God he was so big you felt him in your throat.

“Feel good angel?” Eren asked, lifting your head. You looked completely fucked. Eyes hooded and bloodshot, lips swollen and raw from biting them so much. If this meant you were going to hell you’d spend eternity there because nothing and I mean NOTHING could stop you from what you were about to do. “Mhm I feel so good ‘Rennie ‘wanna make you feel even better” you purred pulling his sweats and boxers down revealing his aching cock, he hissed from the cool air hitting his sensitive tip. You giggled and wasted no time taking him fully in your mouth while also grinding down on Jean, his cock poking at your g-spot.

“Fuuuck Y/N” Eren moaned, grabbing both sides of your head with his hands. He showed no mercy, fucking your face with all his might. At the same time Jean took charge as well gripping your hips and bouncing you on his cock whispering praises in your ear. “God you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this Y/N” he whined resting his forehead on your shoulder, “been jerking off to you everyday imagining how you’d feel on my dick this is so much better than I could’ve imagined” he moaned grabbing your tits in his large hands kneading them roughly.

These men were treating you like a fucktoy and you loveddd it. Drool and tears falling down your face onto your breasts and Jeans hands. Eren pulled his cock out of your mouth with a pop tapping it against your lips making you giggle. “Look at my girl you’ve got Jean completely fucked out m’so proud of you baby” he praised sliding his cock back between your lips. You moaned at the praises coming from both men, the squelching of your sopping pussy getting louder and louder. “Oh fuck man I think she’s about to cum” Jean groaned feeling your wetness drip down his balls.

“Fuck her harder and watch what happens” Eren smirked and your eyes widened already knowing where this was going. Jean planted his feet and fucked up into you as hard as he could cursing loudly. You tried to pull off of Eren’s cock but he held your head in place continuing to fuck your throat. You whined loudly digging your nails into Eren’s muscly thigh. “O-oh shit oh my god” Jean moaned as you squirted all over his cock, making a mess on his thighs. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you convulsed around Jean's dick squeezing him impossibly tight.

“That’s a good girl let it all out” Eren cooed as you continued to ride your high out, Jean still fucking into with brute force. “I’m cumming- oh fuck Y/N you feel so good why are you so fucking tight I-” Jean buried his head into your shoulder as he came into the condom his legs shaking pathetically. Eren chuckled at the sight of the two of you. Jean with arms wrapped weakly around your body, face hidden in your hair, and you looking up at him with pleading eyes, legs still twitching every now and then from your previous orgasm. “Mmm I’m gonna cum-fuck. You ready for me baby?” he asked and you nodded your head as best as you could, eyes beaming.

You thought he was going to cum in your mouth but instead he pulled his cock out and came all over your exposed chest. “Jean” Eren spoke and Jean lifted his head up looking extremely tired and maybe a little adorable, a small pout on his face.

“Clean up her chest.”

His eyes widened at the request making Eren laugh, “I tried yours it’s only fair…unless you don’t  wanna play with me and Y/N again” he fake pouted. “Don’t worry Jean he tastes good” you smiled scooping some up with your finger sucking on it, making Jean's breath hitch. Jean turned you towards him and began licking up all cum on your chest lightly moaning at the taste. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be licking his friends cum off of his pretty girl but here he was doing it, and fucking loving it.

You laughed running your fingers through Jean's hair before giving him a sloppy kiss tasting Eren’s cum on his tongue. “Okay okay that’s enough” Eren huffed tucking himself back in his sweats, “get dressed Y/N I’m starving” he said giving you the look. You quickly got off of Jean’s lap but you should’ve taken it nice and easy because your legs quickly gave out on you, and if it wasn't for Eren’s quick reflexes you would’ve had bruised knees that he’d insist he has to kiss to make the pain go away.

As you were reaching for your panties Eren stopped you snatching them from your hand. “Here” he said, tossing them to Jean with a smirk on his face, “something to remember us by” he chuckled before wrapping his arm around your waist guiding you to the front door.

Jean sighed loudly, falling back against his mattress. He wasn’t really going to keep these was he? The answer is yes he did and as soon as he heard you and Eren leave he wrapped your still wet panties around his half hard cock jerking himself off until the sunrise, the faint smell of coconut and peaches lingering in his room.

<3

@the-princess-button

Part 1 right here ^

[kshira]

PERVY MEN ❁ PANTY STEALING

ft. izana, kazutora, chifuyu, kokonoi, ran, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, panty stealing, slight panty sniffing, soft pervy boys, pussy drunk boyo, phone sex, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, fingering, praise, cursing, dirty talk, shower sex, soft dom!w/ sub!reader

an. mikey, mikey + wakasa, rindou <- if u wanna read more, request that i’ve come to terms that i love writing this prompt <3

❁ IZANA

izana wants to stay as close to you as possible, his fingers ghosting over your skin while he listens to you talk. you’re so cute when you talk about your hobbies—but your tits are cuter and maybe that’s why izana just can’t stop staring. you notice his glare, it’s obvious, the way his violet opals flicker from one breast to the other and then he’d travel his sight to your face. “why do you keep staring at me?” you’d question, a smile tugging at your lips, izana grows flustered turning his face away when you point it out always mumbling half-ass apologies. izana thinks just the crumb he’s served is enough but it never is��maybe that’s why you’re sending him pictures now, screen plastered with your pretty tits and he desires more. “princess” izana moans through the phone, switching from picture to picture, meekly gripping his cock and pumping it. “want your perfect tits” izana croaks, struggling to prolong his orgasm when all he wants is to shoot his load on your perfect mounds, not his clothes, sheets—wherever, it’s not enough. the next picture comes through and now he’s gripping the phone, your pussy flashes on the screen, glistening—dripping with your juices and his mouth waters. “need you” izana fists his cock harder, tittering on false reality and now he’s letting his imagination run wild—he’d stare at you, naked and sprawled out on his bed, moaning when you’d feel his hot sticky cum splatter on your tummy and those delicate tits. “princess gonna cum i want you so fucking bad” izana cries out, picking up the pace on his weeping length and he listens to your voice, so sweet and luring—just like how you’d act when you’re always scolding him about looking down your shirt. and izana is letting go, cum shooting amongst the sheets and splashing on his phone. he thinks it’s just a coincidence the cum lands on the picture of your cunt “come over and make me fuckin’ cum” izana grits his teeth, eyes trained on his favorite picture—the one of your tits.

❁ KAZUTORA

kazutora turns everything you say sound so dirty, smirking when you cover your mouth and pout. he finds it so endearing that every single thing you utter he transforms into the dirtiest—nastiest words. “you’re so cute angel” kazutora teases, pinching your cheek and smirking, and he wonders how you’d act when he’s stuffing you full of his thick cock, whispering dirt tainted words—how hard you’d cum around his length. it’s just a fantasy to him, you’d never let him be that close to you yet as you’re sitting in his lap, grinding down on his clothed bulge—he tastes the reality. “wanna bounce on my cock pretty girl? feel me so deep in your tummy?” kazutora groans, tugging at your shorts and slipping a finger down your panties. “god you’re soaking wet” you whimper back to him, rolling your hips on his thick finger and kazutora’s pants tighten. “feel good, pretty girl? or need my cock?” kazutora pushes his finger deeper, watching your lip tuck between your teeth. “need more” you watch his lips curl “what’s the magic word?” he smiles, pulling his cock out and stroking it. “need your cock, please” and it’s a melody to his ears, one push and you’re sinking down down his length. kazutora loves seeing your face contort and lips puff soft moans but his favorite—the thing that’s driving him over the edge till he’s holding back the urge to cum early. “best fucking pussy i’ve ever had, so good for me” kazutora moans in your ear and the reaction—what he’s craving for, the slick dripping down to his lap and your face flustered.

❁ CHIFUYU

your boyfriend has this annoying habit—he always, no matter the time or day, has to shower with you. he sniffles by the door, clawing at the glass when you tell him no, but he keeps begging—saying he’ll be good and he won’t do anything perverted but that’s a lie, it always is. “feel so good” chifuyu groans, sliding his weeping cock on your back, the soap suds guiding him to easily curve his cock against the skin. his hands extend over you, gripping your perfect tits and palming them, low moans rippling from his chest, “wanna fuck you so bad” chifuyu sinks his teeth into your shoulder blade rutting quicker on your back. it always starts out this way, kindly washing your back till lingering fingers play with your tits and then your cunt and now you’re feeling your boyfriend rub his cock on your back. “pretty pussy needs me” chifuyu muffles in the skin, shuttering when he feels his release aching in his cock. “cum with me angel” he takes his hand and finds his way between your thighs, rummaging through the skin till his pad finds your puffy clit. he drags his cock harder, length twitching on your back and his finger pressing down harsher on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “that’s it princess, cum for me” chifuyu moans, his cock leaking on your back and his fingers drenched in your juices. it always like this when he’s done, chifuyu back pressed against the wall and pulling you to him, wanting to sink in your cunt—that’s how it really ends.

❁ KOKONOI

hugs with kokonoi always last longer than they should, his fingers lingering on your hips and a serene smile spreading on his lips. “you smell so good” kokonoi tilts your chin up with his finger, he drops his tone when your eyes are fixated on him, “i wonder how sweet you taste.” kokonoi flashes his smile, pink tongue poking from his lips while you turn your head away flustered and he takes it—stealing another hug from you and squeezing your body just right against him so your chest is flush against his own. he wishes to make it last forever, the smell of your body sticking to his body and he inhales every single fiber floating through the air. he knows the smell never lasts but maybe those panties he happened to snatch from your bedroom will. nights with distance between you kokonoi finds himself shuffled under the covers, gripping your panties and raising them to his nose and he feels so disgusting doing it but he can’t get you out of his head or those mind throbbing thoughts stabbing his head. his cock is pulled free and in his hands in seconds, fisting his length harder and harder while your frilly fabrics shoved in his nose. whimpers leaving kokonoi’s lips while he pumps harder. “f-fuck” he groans, lowering the panties and gripping them between his fingers when his cock throbs, belief of you—bouncing on his cock, not his hand—milking him dry and pumping his cum deeper in your hole. kokonoi spills his seed on his lap rather than on your panties and he’s begging— practically jumping to the phone to call you and you can’t deny how cute he sounds panting about how hard he is for you and even getting a chance to ask him is he having fun with your missing underwear or does he need the real thing?

❁ RAN

he’s on the phone with a shoulder nestling the phone tight to his ear whilst the other toys with your panties. he’s had them for awhile now but didn’t exactly know what to do with them. that was until your voice caught a hitch in the speaker, a weak attempt of yawning but a moan slipped through your lips and ran grips your panties in his hand. “needy?” he asks, slowly taking the fabric in his hand and guiding it on his cock. he doesn’t really care if you hear him or not but ran is sure you’re moving your fingers over your clit faster. “wish you were here” ran groans, pumping your frilly panties on his length—bucking his hips up with the vice grip against his cock, the fabric rubbing harshly on his sensitive tip. ran imagines how tight your little cunt would be around his cock, the way he could pound deeper and deeper till you’re crying out his name and how much—how fucking much he’d fill your hole to the brim. “s-shit” ran curses, throwing his head back when he feels the warmth seeping through his lower gut, “gonna fucking cum pretty girl” his ears ring, thighs trembling when ran paints your pretty panties with his hot seed. ran is panting, gripping the fabric and smiling at his cum dripping from them “mh, come over wanna stuff that pussy, need something better to play with.”

❁ SANZU

sanzu is standing behind you watching your curves sway to the bedroom, he freezes in the hallway thinking how did he ever get this far. sanzu constantly kept a hand to your back, fingers stayed longer than necessary when you’d hand him things and sanzu just dreams of what you’d do with his fingers buried in your cunt, how much you’d cry for more. harsh whiplash of reality burns through him when he’s all alone with you, creeping slowly towards your body sanzu as he drapes his arms around your shoulders. the jerk of your reaction makes him snicker “are you scared angel?” he smiles into your neck, leaving a long stripe of his tongue across the skin. “n-no” you mumble, heat crawling to your cheeks, flipping around in his hold and crashing your lips on his. sanzu tumbles on the bed, caging his arms around you while your hands needily unzip his pants. sanzu eyes color back, whining for your hands to touch him, make him feel good and why the fuck is he acting like this? sanzu wanted to touch you, crave your cry and moans while he pounded his fingers inside your tight pussy. but it’s the other way around, he’s jerking his head, body trembling when you start to stroke him, “don’t stop, please” sanzu whimpers, struggling to look down at your fingers gripping his throbbing cock. “wanna cum, wanna cum” he chants, bucking his hips in your hand and your lips catching his needy moans. sanzu should be the one scared because as soon as he sinks into your warm cunt, he’s completely lost—addicted to the feeling and there isn’t anything he can do but beg for more.

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[silkscream]

fic rec library updated roundup! 

i decided that every time i update my library i’d make a little post to promote more writers! these are all fics i’ve found myself in the tags or from roaming tumblr. check out all the fics in my library here

nsfw will be indicated with ☆

tom!peter

taste of peaches  ☆ - @ceciliaceofbace​

wc: 5k as the only one who knows spider-man's identity after the unfortunate spell, peter and you have been getting extremely close. who knew that a little mistake at a college party could change the terms of your relationship?

easy a ☆ (for any peter) - @lokipokey​

wc: 1.2k you had been reading a part of a dissertation to peter for your paired research when he had grown quiet, his occasional verbal cues of acknowledgement to your side of the conversation ceasing. you had simply continued until hearing him softly moan your name. you swore you misheard him, but once you craned your neck around to look at him, he was quite obviously lost in another world; his eyes were clouded over, and it wasn’t very hard for your gaze to be drawn down to the tent forming in his lap.

lollipop ☆ - @slut4holland​

wc: 1.4k peter gets restless watching you suck a lollipop.

tasm!peter

streets ☆ - @peterthepark 

wc: 3.7k peter parker has had enough dealing with strays like you, the black cat. when he shows up to your hideout uninvited, he tries to correct your behavior - yet peter finds himself falling for your tricks, and can’t help but give in to your sweet claws.

inhibitions ☆ - @clints-lucky-arrow​

wc: 1.4k having high sex with peter parker has fast become one of your favourite past-times.

dog days - @agnesamarantheastwood

wc: 2.4k

you might have been ever so slightly perturbed about peter seeing you in your underwear if he wasn’t sporting a large cut along his jawline; one that looked achingly fresh.

“did you shave with a machete this morning?” you asked, stepping out of the doorway and making room for him to enter.

“a scythe, actually,” peter deadpanned.

tom holland

break me ☆ - @specialk-18​

wc: 6k you thought time apart would be the best for you and tom. hell, after your last conversation, you’d be happy if you never saw him again. haha, silly girl – did you forget you had uncharted press?

blind spot ☆ - @softholand

wc: 8.2k

as a snowstorm hits nyc, you find yourself trapped with your first (and only) one night stand

you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me - @waitimcomingtoo​

wc: 3.6k

you make a lot dirty jokes that leave tom wondering how you really feel about him

love/hate me more ☆ - @tomhollandsblog​

wc: 17.4k (two parts)

you and your co-star tom holland can’t seem to get along. after the big premiere of your movie, things change.

[thefanficmonster]

Bloody Jealousy

Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Jealousy, Minor SPOILERS for RE8:Village

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Humor

Summary: Y/N’s friendship with a maid working in the Dimitrescu castle poses a bit of a bother to their partner Alcina. Enough to cause a raging jealousy to spark within the already dangerous woman.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request and I’m so terribly sorry you’ve had to wait so long for the fic to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy it if you happen to come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

To be perfectly fair to both sides in the story, neither Alcina nor Y/N are at fault here. It’s a simple case of overprotectiveness and paranoia that have clashed with unconditional kindness and friendliness and neither are to blame for what they are doing or have already done.

Y/N is simply a person with a big heart that has room for literally everyone they meet. They have always been friendly and kind, understanding and willing to give everyone a second, third or even fourth chance. They’ve never had a shortage of friends. Or at least that is until they moved to Romania and didn’t get the chance to meet anyone before falling for Alcina. Afterwards, due to their relations to Alcina which apparently the whole village knew about, they couldn’t even approach anyone without the villagers running away from them, begging to be left alone. Such a reaction to their presence left them unwilling to ever leave the castle and often times put them down. Eventually, all they saw were the walls of the castle and the Dimitrescu family. That is, however, until one day, a new group of maids were admitted to work in the castle. That, in Y/N’s eyes was an opportunity they hadn’t had in the longest time.  Although the majority of the maids tried to keep their distance from the residents as much as they could, on in particular didn’t seem too afraid to interact with them - though the sisters scared her quite a bit with their behavior. Y/N, on the other hand, was quick to gain her favor, letting her know they meant no harm and only wanted to be friends with her. The maid, Esme, though reluctant at first, soon warmed up to the newest resident of the castle, happy to finally have someone to talk to who wouldn’t mention the theories of how the owners would kill them or torture them. 

“I can assure you,“ Y/N told Esme, “Alcina nor the girls would never do such a thing.“

Oh just how Alcina would, not to mention how cruel she’d be when fueled by jealousy as she was when she started noticing her partner growing close to this maid in question.

Alcina, up until meeting Y/N, had always put her love life in the last of the elements on her list of necessities. In fact, she had been on her own for so long she feared how she’d change if a person entered her life to fill the void of a romantic partner. Truth be told, she was more afraid that she wouldn’t change and that her ways would end up pushing that person away. That is exactly why she was so relieved how easily she morphed into a literal new person when she met Y/N. The change was automatic, not that she was even trying to implement it in her life. She automatically wanted to be a better person for Y/N and so she became one.  However, with the beauty of love come a few unwanted side-effects such as jealousy. She’d never felt it before, at least not like this. Sure she envied some of the Lords for some specific things every now and then but nothing she ever dwelled on for too long. This was a whole new experience with jealousy which was also degrading to her, not only cause she thought she was above that to be jealous of someone, but also because she was jealous of a maid, a servant. That fact was all to bogus to her and ridiculous to the point of disbelief. To save herself the troubles, she decided to start off the wine making season a little early - and with Esme of all the maids.

Unfortunately, she could never find the right moment since Y/N was always by the girl’s side, not allowing Alcina the opportunity to take her to the basement - or the wine cellar, as she called it - to execute her plan.

“Alcina, dear?“ Y/N inquired one day soon after Alcina made her decision, “I’ve noticed you’ve been sending the dirtiest looks poor Esme’s way. May I know why that is?“

Alcina huffed unpleasantly, “You call that servant ‘poor?’ Believe me, Y/N, she knows exactly what she’s doing and I won’t allow it.”

Y/N furrowed their brows, “And what is it she’s doing that I haven’t noticed? I mean, if someone were to notice her plotting something, it would be me after all.”

“Oh of course.“ Alcina scoffed, “Of course it’d be you since the two of you appear to be joined at the hip as of late.“

Y/N’s eyes widened ever so slightly as their eyebrows shot up in confusion and surprise, “Excuse me? What’s that tone?” Their lips curve into a smirk, “Could it be jealousy, Lady Dimitrescu?”

The accused woman scoffs, “Nonsense. As if I have anything to be jealous of. That filthy little rat? Complete absurd nonsense.”

Resting their head on their girlfriend’s shoulder, Y/N can’t help but giggle, “Oh Alci, nonsense it is.” They say, turning their head to press a kiss to her shoulder, “Nothing to be jealous about, babe. I’m yours, all yours and only yours. So you never need to worry.”

When Alcina turned her head to look at Y/N, they lifted their head and straightened their posture to make proper eye contact with her. The look in her eyes was asking the unspoken question: “Really?” - the gaze she was looking at them with begging for the answer she was hoping for.

They nodded, “Forever and always, Alcina.” Their hands came up to cup the woman’s face (who, by the way, was sitting to be at eye level with Y/N), “I promise.” They planted a kiss on her forehead as if to seal the promise.

And that was the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth spoken straight from Y/N’s heart which was flooded by their love for Alcina.