#what the fuck is it with me and redheads/gingers man.

[transurgender]

oh my god i just remembered about the huge fuckin fbacc re-surgence that happened in like, april 2020??? what the hell was that about

[chocsra]

chuuya wakes up to the unfortunately shared bed of your checked in hotel that the port mafia assigned you to. he's begrudgingly slept next to you, the redhead never wanted to invade a woman's privacy like that but doing anything else would be suspicious, it'd be odd for an alleged married couple not to share a bed.

he scans his eyes to your sleeping figure, your blanket rumpled all over your legs, the rest of your body sprawled out in a comfortable but messy position as your eyes remained fluttered shut. chuuya noticed the sliver of your shirt exposing your stomach as he swallows thickly with conviction.

he'd rather not touch you in any way but, he feels like it's wrong to just leave you there. so, with a calculated and gentle tug, he pulls the hem of your shirt down to cover your exposed stomach. unbeknownst to the ginger, your eyes flutter open as you rub them, your hair splayed out against the pillow lifting as you lift your head in confusion.

"what the fuck!--" you jolt up from his once cautious movements, and swiftly slap him on the face, making him wince, though written all over his face was: 'i deserved that.' you quickly pulled your shirt down and covered yourself with a blanket. "wait, no!-- it wasn't like that!" chuuya stumbles all over his words, a pink tint spreading to the apples of his cheeks and ears, even to the tip of his nose as he tries to explain himself frustratingly.

"i was just trying to pull your shirt down." he explains, rubbing his cheek pensively, watching as you glare at him suspiciously. "what was that look for then?' you retort, lips tugging into an annoyed frown. "hey, what am i supposed to look like when i wake up in the middle of my sleep?" the man huffs, looking around the dim room, trying to cover his embarrassment. you scan your eyes on him with malice, though you know he isn't that type of guy, nor did he seem anything but sincere. an overcoming silence fills the room, before you begrudgingly break it.

"why aren't you sleeping? aren't you worried about tomorrow's assignment?" you question quietly, the redhead scoffs in return, "me? no way. you just keep tossing in your sleep." he retorts, before attempting to lay down and sleep again, although, he jolts up again. "do you know much you move in your goddamn sleep?? you're keeping me up." chuuya claims, pointing around to the loose ends of the shared room, making you scoff in bafflement. "are you crazy?" you rhetorically question, biting your inner cheek pensively, "why are you even observing me while i sleep?"

from the former accused actions of the mafioso, he did seem like a creep right now. a pink tint blends in his cheeks a more noticeable shade once again as he scowls, "it's not my fault! you kept slapping me while i was trying to sleep." chuuya claims once again, making you scowl in return, "you're no better. you kept snoring and cursing out dazai!" the redhead huffs as if he were deeply offended by your words. "i wonder who you're gonna share a bed with in the future -- god save him!" chuuya grumbles in annoyance one more time before flopping to sleep, facing away from you, shutting his eyes as you do the same.

but chuuya definitely needs to be saved right now. for the countless times he's woke up tonight, now, your arms are curled around his waist, cheek squished against his back. "[Y/N].." the redhead mutters, pulling your arms away, feigning a raspy sigh as you halt but quickly return to encircling your arms around him. he drops his head from looking at you, shuffling his body so that you feel uncomfortable hugging him. but nothing works.

then your hands lock and tighten together like you're going to preform some sort of clinch, so chuuya quickly turns around to face you, making sure he doesn't die. "you're impossible.." he murmurs with a pout tugging on his lips - if blushing was a sport, chuuya would've won the Olympics because of you. your head was rested on his back, now it's his chest as you curl your arms around him even tighter.

the redhead brushes some loose strands of hair out of your face, sighing intently, before encircling his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer so you can't toss around and slap him in your sleep. if it meant to stop you from moving so much, chuuya would gladly have you sleep in arms, or so he tells himself, because he really wouldn't let anyone else pull that at all. he buries his face in your shoulder as he exhales, feeling the moon soak over the remaining hours of the night.

"don't be mad when you wake up, 'kay? this is your fault." chuuya mutters one last time before drifting off to a peaceful sleep, for the first time in forever since he's shared a bed with you. but, as grumpy as he his - he's lucky that he gets to hold you while doing so.

[kenobers]

anyway, here’s a preview of the next jason + sionis!reader fic | 18+

tw; reader’s an asshole maybe? a girl failure, perhaps?

"I said, 'are you sober'. You look sober. Are you?"

Jason Todd blinks, like he still doesn't quite understand the question. He straightens his posture, jostling the untouched pint of something between his middle finger and thumb.

"I-yeah, I am. Are you?"

You cross your arms, roll your eyes again and ignore the question. Obviously, you're sober.

"Do you know who I am?"

He looks you over thoughtfully. His gaze conveniently lingers on the pop of your hip and the cleavage peeking out of your ruby neckline. Exactly where you want it. You snicker; so maybe he's a little slow, but at least he doesn't seem to be blind.

"You're Sionis' kid, aren't you? It's been a hot minute," Jason leans forward a little, magically more invested in the conversation. The ginger man standing next to him pauses his attempts to woo a brunette to raise an eyebrow at you.

"My dad hates you."

He scoffs, taking a half hearted sip of his beer.

"And bears shit in the woods, what else is new?"

You don't remember him having that stupid white streak in his too-well-tousled hair. It was sexy. You hated it.

"Fuck me."

IPA dribbles down his idiotically strong chin. His mouth goes a little slack as he blinks once again, harder and longer this time.

"What?"

Ugh, again with the repetition.

"Fuck me. Have sex with me," you reiterate as nonchalantly as if you're asking him to move over.

The redhead next to him starts cackling. Jason glowers at him, shoving the drink into his hand with one arm while pulling you closer with the other. It only takes him a gentle tug to pull your chest to broad chest. He leans down so his lips brush against your ear.

"Hey, you sure you're sober?"

The warmth of his breath in contrast with his mouth, still cool from his glass, sends a shiver down your spine.

"I'm dead sober."

"Okay, you see how I might doubt that given you just walked up to me and asked me to have sex with you."

You push him away and it's like pushing into a brick wall. A very muscular brick wall. "Look, Wayne-"

"Todd."

"Whatever. Even if I wanted to drink, I couldn't because my father drained my entire bank account."

Jason tilts his head, causing a lock of white hair to fall across his crooked nose. 

"And why'd he do that?"

You hum amiably, curling your pretty maroon nails around his thick forearm. 

"I'll tell you if you fuck me," you promise, batting your eyelashes as you place your other hand over his heart. Much to your frustration, his heartbeat is slow and steady. His sharp face has lost its earlier shock. He looks at ease, pleasantly entertained, with a slight smirk and a cocked slitted eyebrow. 

"I think that's called extortion, baby girl."

"It's only extortion if I'm threatening you," you snap back. You should know, your father's an expert in it. You take a small breath, smoothing out your tone again, "I'm just keeping my business to myself. So, I'd call this more of a quid pro quo."

"It's a quid pro quo if I'm getting something substantial out of it," he says this but at the same time, two large hands are sliding over your hips with a featherlight touch. His nails briefly press into your skin. 

Something in your belly tightens. Maybe he’s a more worthy opponent than you’d initially assumed. 

You tip your head up as you stand on your tiptoes and sneak your much smaller hands under his jacket, brushing up his warm sides. He sucks in a sharp breath. 

"If you really had no desire to fuck me, this conversation would've ended by now,” your voice is dripping in something venomously sweet. “And I'm not going to claim I have any idea of what's happening in your own business, but if I had to take a wild guess as to who in this room has the most to gain from fucking Roman Sionis' daughter, you'd be at the top of the list. Even if it's just for the bragging rights."

"You're worth more than just bragging rights, princess,” he says, rolling a fold of your dress between his fingers with a condescending shake of his head. You wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from underneath. 

"Prove it."

"...and you're sure you're sober?"

"Wanna test my breath?"

He snorts at your bad line, but his index and thumb are already caging your chin between them. He considers you for one more moment, then kisses you.

You can taste the single sip of beer, but it’s not as strong as the fading taste of a cigarette. His lips move against yours with intent, as if seeking out a falter in your sobriety. Their search comes up empty, leaving behind nothing but a thin string of spit and the overwhelming desire for more of him.

"What's your plan then? Risk it in a bathroom stall?"

You loath how utterly girlish the grin on your lips is.

"Nah, I know a spot upstairs."

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

Soft Launch

luke hughes x actress!reader

note: please don't look up the date of kick a ginger day cause it does not line up but please let me have this

y/n_l/n

liked by jackhughes, sabrinacarpenter, and others

tagged: @/sabrinacarpenter, @/naileadevora

y/n_l/n: spot the difference, level impossible

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july 9

max1989: you even have the twilight filter over both this is level impossible

jenna_: wtf is ethan edwards doing in y/n's comments??

SueMe_13: more importantly why are him and y/n so buddy-buddy

e.edwards.stan: isn't she dating luke?

zebra_zegras_11: WHAT?! 😲

julien.bakers_wife: i ain't never seen two pretty best friends cause i see three

naileadevora: we look so hot 😍😍

y/n liked this comment

edwards.73: what does the redhead have on her face?

y/n_l/n: ..a face mask?

edwards.73: no i know that i was talking about the other redhead

y/n_l/n: your just sour i rejected you cause i have a bf

enchanted.by.y/n: YOU HAVE A WHAT???

edwards.73: idk what you see in that kid

danelle1989: possible her and jack are dating? like are we sure it's luke

steph_43: that's what i'm saying because she's like the same age as jack

all_too.unwell: jack in the likes and ethan in the comments her and luke are not being very subtle

y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n: photo dump.. also taking new friend applications because all my 'friends'' kicked me today #keepinggingerssafe

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september 6

pheobe.86: he got her flowers 💕

emma.loves.y/n: the bar is on the floor

drysdalelove_: i still think she's dating jack 🤷‍♀️

conner_mcdavid_fan: can't believe luke picked out those gorgeous flowers

matilda_styles: someone cooked there

_inlovewith.caufield: someone = y/n

alex.turtle: looking like a date..

tswift_1213: your kinda right

marauders.fans: it could just be a friend like Sabrina or Billie or Dove

brina.and.y/n_fan: she would have tagged them if it was a friend

snow.lands.on.top_ofME: how do i apply?

billiebosanova: don't know who would want to date her

your-so-gorgeous: those flowers are y/n if she were flowers

jackhughes: i wonder who bought those flowers..👀

burrows_darling: he love causing a little chaos

bedard_lover: proof she's dating jack not luke!

hannah.montana_stan: quick y/n look out! there's a man in that car!

cold_as_youuu: chaotic y/n photo dumps are my favourite!

lacy_: luke liked!!

im_a_mirrorball: who?

lacy_: 💀

y/n_l/n

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y/n_l/n: when i get my paris by taylor swift moment>>>

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september 25

the.c0ck.22: more flowers, where do i find a man like this

loving_lhughes: that is just so obviously jack to me

nico.13.wife: its okay to be wrong 😊

laurieandamy: that cuddle position>>

kaylor.ships.13: she's so overhyped

y/n.dani_: his hands holding her thighs like that 🥵

gerwig_film_fan: that dress is so pretty

y/n_l/n

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tagged: lhughes_06

y/n_l/n: the rumours are terrible and cruel, but honey must of them are true... so this is my man, ya'll been wondering thought i should show him off and show off how much i love him

also have to address this. am i okay?? i went to a football game and a hockey game this week, someone please check on me.

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october 7

y/n.alltoowell: girl you don't have to hide his face you tagged him

carmen_lana: y/n is getting too unhinged with that last pic

trevorzegras: still don't know how you pulled this off lukey

jackhughes: it is a fucking mystery

y/n_l/n: have you seen him?

jackhughes: thats gross

hughes_love: she's so absolutely real for that

inlovewith.hughesbrothers: luke keep it pg!

loverofdogs: no clue what luke sees in her, he could do so much better

trevorzegras: could you introduce me to taylor now?

colecaufield: me too!!

_quinnhughes: so happy for you and lukey i mean he's been in love with you since he was 15

lhughes_06: dude shut up

y/n_l/n: thank you for being the only one to actually say their happy for us!!

jackhughes: you know im happy for you both i just still can't believe it

wes.and.libby: they are so hot in the last pic 😍

jackhughes: lukey! watch those hands

edwards.73: still don't know what you see in this kid

dylanduke25: it's insane he pulled her

y/n_l/n: let me say this again have you seen him?

lhughes_06: thanks gorgeous

jackhughes: 🤮

potter.wife: i don't know who i want to be more

nai_my_girl: no i know i want to be luke

wonderland_stan: his hand placement 🥵 everyday i fall more in love with this man

lhughes_06: you're so gorgeous

y/n_l/n: you're perfect 😭

never.a.god: y/n and taylor in their wag era

ethan.e.wife: luke hughes, king of manifestation

lhughes_06: i love you too

y/n_l/n: i love you more

lhughes_06: i love you most

y/n_l/n: 💗💗💗

[hoesoflamentation]

𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖐𝖞𝖚𝖚 𝖒𝖊𝖓 + 𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖊𝖝

FEATURING !! oikawa tooru, hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, ukai keishin

all are gn!reader (i use "hole" when discussing penetration). characters are adults. please read the individual warnings for each character!

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈)

𝖔𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖜𝖆

FEELS LIKE PENT-UP RAGE !!

WARNINGS !! dirty talk/strong language, penetrative s3x, creampie

"You miss this cock, baby?" Oikawa taunts, ramming into your aching hole from behind. "You been thinkin' about me when you touch yourself, all alone at night? Wishing I'd come over and make a mess of your pretty little hole?" Overcome with the sensation of his cock curving inside of you, all you can do is give in: "Yes, Tooru, yes!" Oikawa fucks you with all the pent-up rage he's been harboring since the breakup; all the green-eyed envy he's clung to as he's imagined you riding another man to your climax. Like you, he tried to get over you by getting under someone new... but it fills him with unspeakable anger to imagine you doing the same. Each time Oikawa has the intrusive thought of you screaming another man's name -- with the same lips you used to wrap around his cock, no less -- he thrusts deeper and harder inside of you, until your eyes fill with tears. But for all his arrogance, Oikawa has to admit he needs you just as badly as you need him. With every buck of his hips, he lets out a deep groan that betrays just how badly he's missed this... how badly he's missed you. For months, Oikawa had simply been going through the motions: swiping right, sliding into someone new, slipping his clothes back on, and sneaking out in the middle of the night. But as he pumps his cum into you in hot spurts, hugging you around the waist, he wonders if what he's really been searching for has been this -- has been you -- all along.

𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖆

FEELS LIKE MUSCLE MEMORY !!

WARNINGS !! cheating, blowjob, deepthroating

"Are you sure we should be doing this?" Hinata whispers, for what has to be the dozenth time. By now, you know him well enough to know what he's really asking: 'are you sure you want me?' And what a dumbass, you think to yourself. Even though it's wrong, even though he has a girlfriend waiting for him downstairs, you have never wanted anything more than you want Hinata right now. But that's one thing you will never say to him out loud. Instead, pressed against your ex in the confines of the closet, you shush him with a kiss and begin unbuckling his belt. "A-ah!" he gasps as his cock springs free from his jeans, surrounded by tufts of soft ginger hair. The party below is soon forgotten as you sink to your knees and take him into your mouth, caressing his shaft with your tongue -- exactly the way he likes it. You know this is how he likes it, because you remember Hinata's body as if it were the words to an old favorite song. "A-ah!" the redhead gasps in surprise as you cup his balls in your hand, your tongue dancing back and forth along his veiny cock. Hinata begins to arch his hips into the motions of your mouth, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck to press himself further down your throat. He breathes deeply, as if to commit your scent to memory, and releases a moan. "God, Y/n, I've been wanting this for so long," Hinata babbles. "I've thought about this every day since we broke up... I can't even cum without thinking about you."

𝖙𝖘𝖚��𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖆

FEELS LIKE YOU BELONG !!

WARNINGS !! cheating, dubcon, making out, marking, posessive!tsukki

Tsukishima drags you out of the restaurant, away from your new boyfriend and his friends; his hand locked around your wrist like a steel cuff. Indignantly, you tear your arm from his group and shout, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Without missing a beat, Tsukishima snaps back, "I'm taking you home with me!" Quietly, he adds, "...where you belong." You fall silent, unsure of what to say. If you weren't still in love with him, you might have turned around, gone back inside, and reassured your boyfriend that nothing was going on between the two of you. Except that wouldn't be the truth, would it? You knew it the moment you saw Tsukishima: it wasn't over yet. Maybe that's why, the moment you crawl into the backseat of the Uber, you can't keep your hands off each other. Tsukishima initiates the kiss, tangling his tongue with yours in a dance that feels like sparring. His hand slips up your thigh, squeezing it with a possessive grip; Tsukishima sucks on the delicate skin of your collarbone, leaving an abundance of hickeys as if to say 'Kei was here.' "Mine," he mumbles into your clammy skin. "All mine." And you don't correct him. Because regardless of what happens next, in this moment, your heart belongs to him.

𝖚𝖐𝖆𝖎

FEELS LIKE COMING HOME !!

WARNINGS !! penetrative s3x, creampie, cigarette smoking (ukai, not reader)

It isn't like you to show up on your ex's doorstep in the pouring rain. You feel like some kind of pathetic romcom character, but you will yourself to knock anyways. Ukai answers the door in nothing but your favorite pair of gray joggers, looking like a man who hasn't slept in weeks. "Keishin, I... I fucked up," you admit sheepishly, cheeks surging with heat at the sight of his bare torso. "I never should have left. Please, let me come home." Ukai seems surprised to see you, but not as surprised as you are when he pulls you into a deep kiss, cradling your face delicately in his hands. When you were together, the sex was always great -- but the way he holds you this time is different; more sacred somehow. Ukai doesn't fuck you: he makes love to you, his lips lingering on every dimple and fold of your bare skin; his hands tangling intimately in your hair, refusing to break eye contact with every thrust of his hips. As he's about to cum inside of you, Ukai leans in and whispers in your ear: "God, Y/n, you're perfect... I wish I never let you go." Afterwards, Ukai lights a cigarette, and the air between you grows heavy with unspoken words. "There's the door," he says, feigning nonchalance. "You can leave whenever you want." But despite the lingering awkwardness and his can't-be-assed expression, you know him better than anyone -- and you can tell from the tone of his voice that he wants you to stay. Wordlessly, you curl up on his chest, and the two of you fall asleep in each other's arms.

[jessicaseroticramblings]

The Babysitter

I sat next to Mr Evans as he drove me home in his car. Well it wasn’t exactly straight home as we had agreed upon a slight detour along a quiet country road. Mr Evans pulled over in a lay by and turned off the engine. We sat there for a few moments in silence neither of us quite sure what we should do next. It was Mr Evans who broke the slightly awkward tension.

“So do you think this is a good spot? Should be secluded enough I’m hoping,” he said as he looked over and smiled. I was happy he had spoken up first.

“Yeah I think so. I mean I haven’t seen another car go past us since we drove down this road,” I said as I relaxed a little bit. I took off my seatbelt and he did the same.

“I was surprised to receive your messages while I was out at dinner with my wife. I thought there might be an issue with the kids at first as that’s usually the only reason the babysitter sends a message. But it was definitely a much more interesting message. I told my wife it was just a work colleague messaging me as I tried to hide my excitement. How did you know I would be interested in your offer and that I wouldn’t tell my wife our babysitter is sending me suggestive messages?” he said.

“Well every time I’ve babysat for you and your wife it’s hard to miss how you look at me. I’ve known you were interested in me for ages, so I wasn’t worried about sending you the message,” I said as I turned in my seat towards him.

“Was it that obvious? Damn I hope I didn’t come across as creepy,” he said and I laughed.

”No not creepy don’t worry. I was flattered an older man was thinking I was sexy. Made me feel pretty good.”

“Oh thank god! Last thing I wanted was to creep you out, and yes I think you are sexy. What man wouldn’t? I mean you’re an 18 yr old ginger goddess. Red hair has always drove me insane.”

“Ginger goddess!” I said and laughed out loud. “I used to get teased about being a ginger when I was younger.”

“Oh I meant it as the most amazing compliment Jessica,” he replied thinking he might have offended me.

“I know and thank you. If I’m going to be called a ginger I definitely prefer being a goddess version,” I said as I put my hand on his thigh. He looked down at my hand and smiled at me.

“It’s so exciting being here with you right now Jessica. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time. This might be too much information but my wife is rarely interested in any romantic activities so to speak. So it’s been a long time since I’ve done anything very exciting with a woman. I mean I’m 45 but I’m not quite dead yet,” he said and laughed. I smiled at him then slid my hand over his crotch in his pants.

“Well we can fix that Mr Evans. We agreed on $50 right?” I said as I rubbed him gently through his pants. He gasped as I touched him and I felt a definite bulge forming beneath my hand.

“First of all no more Mr Evans, call me David. And secondly yes $50. And thirdly oh my god I love how it feels when you touch me Jessica.”

“Ok then let’s get this show on the road,” I said as I unzipped his pants and reached inside to ease his cock out until it was sticking straight up. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to caress his length. He moaned and squirmed with pleasure in his seat.

“Oh my god! Jessica you don’t know how unbelievable it feels to be held by you. Just feeling your hand holding my cock is incredible. It’s so fucking sexy Jess. You are so damn cute Jess,” he moaned as he watched my hand slowly start to stroke him. I gave him a naughty smile as I handled his cock.

“You have a nice cock Mr Evans.. I mean David. You have a very nice cock David,” I said and watched as he lay his head back against the headrest, closed his eyes, and moaned with pleasure. I continued stroking him as his cock grew even harder. He stayed like that for a couple minutes then looked at me again.

“I can’t believe I’m getting a handjob from my beautiful 18yr old redheaded babysitter. Your hand feels so good Jessica. Just the idea that a gorgeous young thing like you is going to make me cum is blowing my mind,” he said as I continued stroking him.

“Is it sexier than your wife doing this to you?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yes! Oooohhh fuck it feels so sexy Jessica. Can you tell me what you’re about to do to me Jessica? It would be so hot hearing you talking dirty,” he said as he switched his gaze from my hand on his cock to my eyes.

“You wanna hear how I’m loving holding your big hard cock in my hand and how sexy it feels stroking it up and down, over and over, while listening to your sexy moans?”

“Oh god yes!” he groaned.

“You wanna hear how I’m not going to stop stroking your cock until I make you cum for me David? How I’m going to make you cum so hard your balls will be empty? How it’s so sexy jerking off a man who is old enough to be my father? How if I was your wife I would be making you cum every single day?” I said as I stared into his eyes. His cock was throbbing in my hand and precum was dripping over my fingers.

“Yes oh yes you beautiful ginger goddess! Ooohh I’ve never wanted to cum harder than I need to cum for you right now Jessica. Oh god you’re so amazing! Please Jessica, please make me cum for you!” he groaned. I could tell he was getting very close to cumming and I suddenly realized I was about to make a huge mess as we had no tissues or anything. I couldn’t stop to look for something to catch his cum so I just did what felt natural and I bent down into his lap and took his cock into my mouth.

“FUCKKKKK YES BABY SUCK ME!,” he almost shouted as he held my head and pushed my mouth up and down on his cock. He was almost using my mouth as a sex toy as he thrusted up pumping my mouth with his big hard cock. My eyes started watering as he pushed his cock into my throat and I gagged slightly as he fucked my mouth. My saliva was dripping from my lips down his cock as I tasted his precum, as he moaned out that he was going to cum. He thrusted hard and deep into my throat as jets of cum flooded my mouth, his cock jerking and spurting so much cum that it poured out from between my lips. I could hardly breathe as he emptied his balls down my throat.

Eventually he stopped and let go so I could lift up and take some big gaps of air. I sat back in my seat gasping as his cum and my saliva dripped from my mouth.

“Oh wow Jessica that was fucking intense! I can’t remember the last time I came that hard,” he groaned before looking at me and seeing me getting my breath back.

“Happy you …. *gasp* enjoyed it… “ I said a little breathlessly.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry Jessica I got carried away. Forgive me, I didn’t mean to be quite that rough. You ok?” he said as he touched my arm. I was liking that he showed concern for me even after he got what he wanted from me.

“It’s ok I’m fine. Damn though that was a lot of cum. Has you been saving it up?” I said jokingly.

“I guess it had been a while since I jerked off. Honestly it made cumming for you even more amazing. I was so horny,” he said.

“I noticed,” I said and smiled. He reached into his pocket for his wallet and pulled out the $60 for babysitting plus another $50 for our naughty fun. Then he looked at me and pulled out another $20 and gave me $130.

“I was only expecting you to give me a handjob. The blowjob was an unexpected treat so I should give you a bit more than was agreed on,” he said.

“Cool,” I said as I took his money and shoved it into my pocket. He started up the car and turned around to drive back down the country road to take me home. As we drove he kept glancing over at me ans smiling.

“So I have to ask Jessica. Do you think you would want to do this again next time we ask you to babysit? For extra payment of course,” he asked hoping.

“Sure, why not. It was easy money. I always need more money,” I said as I looked over at him. He had a huge smile on his face as he got the answer he was hoping for.

“This evening just gets better and better,” he said as he drove me the rest of the way home💋

[novaksupremacy]

The Backseat of My Car- Casey Novak x Alex Cabot

soooo, a little Friday morning smutty treat for my loves. ❤️ I was told part 2 of This is My Office was needed and since it'll be a while before I even get to this chapter, here's a present 😜 consider it a peace offering that it may take me a few days for Chapter 7 😅 (also if someone could teach my goofy ass how to format so that things indent properly, I'll love you forever!)

"Don't beat yourself up, that was a tough case." Casey consoled her girlfriend as they walked through the parking garage, "you know there's always the possibility that a juror will be sympathetic towards one of these crackpots."

Alex was seething mad, "Langan's just lucky I don't feel like spending the rest of my life in jail or I'd have him strung up by his testicles!"

The redhead's lip curled in disgust. She stopped walking and grabbed Alex's hand. "Babe I would really rather not think about you anywhere near that man's testicles, or any man's testicles for that matter.

"Sorry," the blonde frowned, "he just makes me so mad I could spit. I can't believe I ever went on a date with that man." She went to start walking again.

The younger ADA stopped again and pulled Alex back towards her, "Okay, what? I don't know what's worse, you, talking about his nuts or the fact that you went out with him.

Alex chuckled, "It was one date, we never made it passed the bar. I really just needed info on a case."

Casey smirked, "Ah yeah because that makes it better." She giggled and pulled her closer, "Just remember who you belong to, Alexandra Cabot."

"How could I ever forget," the Bureau Chief leaned in and kissed her girlfriend.

The redhead rested her free hand against the blonde's thigh. Her eyes lit up when she realized she was still strapped from earlier. "Babe? Your windows are tinted right?"

"Darker than they should be actually, I have to put the DA placard in the window just to avoid getting ticketed. Why?" Casey shot her a look that could only be construed as mischievous.

 "Oh. OH. Backseat." Alex said excitedly.

Both women slid into the backseat of the BMW and Casey closed the door behind them. She wasted no time tossing the blue eyed beauty's glasses into the front seat and grabbing her around the neck, pulling her in to a messy, heated kiss.

Alex chuckled as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

"What's so funny?" the redhead mused, laughing if only because Alex was.

"I feel like a teenager." This was the most relaxed the Bureau Chief had been in as long as she could remember, being with Casey felt-- effortless. "In a good way that is" she said reassuringly.

"Oh yeah? Is this what Alexandra Cabot was like in high school? Riding in cars with boys?" Her girlfriend said teasingly. "I don't know about this then, I like mature, collected, no nonsense ADA Alex Cabot Bureau Chief extraordinaire."

The blonde grabbed Casey by her collar. "The only person who's going to be riding anything is you riding me in a minute and don't worry dear, I know what it is you like." She whispered as she kissed the redhead with force, she was starving for something only Casey could satiate.

"Fuck," Casey sighed. "Alex do you have to be so damn sexy constantly."

"Do you want me to stop?" She smirked as she ruined the second one of Casey's shirts today, buttons scattering to the cars floor mats.

The younger ADAs breath hitched, “No. Don’t. Stop.” She whispered playfully pausing between words as she pulled open Alex's belt and fly. She bit her lip hard, "mmm I want to try something okay? But don't think I'm weird."

Alex's blue eyes look into her hazel green ones with curiosity. "Baby if I ever thought you were weird, ever, in the time I've known you, I meant it as the highest compliment." She leaned back against the car door.

Casey put her hand against the blondes open fly and exposed the strap she was still wearing from their earlier encounter. The ginger sat up for a minute and pulled her hair back and tied it there with a ponytail holder she had around her wrist. She leaned back down and brought the strap into her mouth and began to suck.

 The golden haired adonis' eyes grew wide. "Baby that's not weird, that's hot." She whimpered as she brought her hand to the back of her lover's head pushed down lightly while she ran her other hand through her own hair. The ADA never breaking eye contact as she went to town on the toy, running her tongue up to the tip, and then taking the whole thing into her mouth.

After a minute or two she sat back up, licking her lips, and grabbed Alex by the hips pulling her flat on the backseat. "So,” the redhead blushed, “you liked that?"

"Very much so," the blonde said panting.

"Mmm, good to know." Her devilish grin plastered across her face. With a little maneuvering and a few giggles, she was able to shimmy her way out of her suit pants and on top of her girlfriend. She steadied her balance and brought herself down on top of the strap letting out a small moan, her body shuddered as she leaned down to kiss Alex. The angle making the toy hit her just right as the blonde slowly pushed her hips up, both women groaning softly.

"Fuck that feels good." Casey mewled beginning to roll her hips against Alex.

"I bet it does," the blonde cooed thrusting her hips up slow and deliberate. Copying her lover's expression as her lips parted and she let out a soft gasp of pleasure.

The redhead pushed back against the toy holding one hand to Alex's chest and the other to the window behind her head. "Alex," she whimpered, her body craving more, "I can't take much more teasing."

“Is that so? You sure you don’t want it nice and slow,” She thrust her hips slowly, holding Casey by her waist and guiding her up and down against her body, fucking her at a torturously slow pace, continuing to mimic her facial expressions has her mouth fell open and tiny gasps and moans emanated from her throat.

“Alex,” the redhead whispered, “Fuck, Alex.”

“Well obviously if you can remember my name, I haven’t tortured you nearly enough.” The blonde smirked. Casey brought her hand to her own clit, but Alex stopped her, “Ah, no cheating baby.”

The redhead whined. She started pushing herself down harder against her girlfriend, “Alex I want you to ruin me.” She moaned as she ground her hips down.

The blue eyed beauty’s pupils dilated as she took tight hold of Casey’s hips and began thrusting. She picked up her pace a little at a time until she was slamming into Casey, who was rolling her hips, leaning over Alex whimpering in her ear.

“Mmm baby, like that,” she nibbled on the blonde’s ear, causing her to sigh, “Oh Alex, Alex. Mmm, I love the way you fill me up.” She whispered with a smirk, knowing if her hot breath kept hitting her face as she did, that Alex would cum for her before she even finished.

The Bureau Chief slammed into Casey holding her hips down tight to hers and rolling them towards her. Casey cried out as Alex did this a few more times, smacking the redheads ass each time and then grabbing a fistful of supple skin and holding on.

The redhead was getting louder, “Ahh, Alex, fuck me! Just like that, don’t stop. Don’t stop baby.”

Alex spurred on by Casey’s cries also started moaning loudly. “That’s it baby, scream for me.” The blonde loved when Casey got loud and all the little noises she could get her to make as she fucked all the right spots. Alex felt her insides flutter as Casey hit a note that she was fairly sure only dogs could hear as her juices came spilling out around the toy and onto Alex again. As they both climaxed the redhead collapsed against her girlfriend leaning up just enough to stare into her crystal blue eyes. The blonde went to sit up.

“Not yet,” the ADA whimpered, “stay inside a bit longer?” Alex obliged and began stroking her girlfriends back.

“You okay darling?” she asked, checking in.

Casey nodded, “More than okay. Just trying to come back down.” Her body shook as she had another small aftershock.

“I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you.” Alex whispered bring her into a yielding, tender kiss.

They hadn’t been kissing exceedingly long when there was a knock on the window. The women looked at each other, frozen in fear, “Cops?” Casey mouthed.

“No, this lot is run by CCTV” Alex whispered, “who would’ve called it in?”

There was another knock, this time slower, more annoyed.

Casey went to press the window down much to Alex’s protest, only to find Liz looking back at her.

The Judges face was more stern than either of them had ever seen on her worst day. Alex jerked her head around, still inside Casey, both of them half naked, Casey’s shirt completely undone.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Liz said through gritted teeth. “What the fuck is wrong with the two of you?” She put her hand up in protest, “Don’t answer that. And Casey don’t get up lest I see more of you than I want to.”

Alex tried to protest and say something, but Donnelly stopped her before she could even get a single syllable out. “Alexandra, I don’t want to hear it. What is this? Some sort of midlife crisis? Can you not fuck at home? What are you afraid the cat is watching?”

“Judge Donnelly, we’re” Casey tried to apologize.

“Not another word Novak, you’re lucky this lot is not owned by the city. For God’s sake you both work SVU, you know how bad an indecent exposure charge can get! Have you both stopped taking your medication?”

“Liz why does it sound like you’re scolding teenagers?”

“Lena, I” but before Liz could say anymore Judge Petrovsky had already approached the car window, Alex and Casey staring at her from a very compromising position.

“It would seem it’s because apparently you are. Ah, Ms. Novak it appears that your reoccurring nightmare has finally come true. Charming. Ms. Cabot, make sure you put some concealer on all of that before you get to my courtroom in the morning. I’m late for poker. Goodnight Elizabeth.” She put a hand on Donnelly’s arm and walked off towards the street.

Liz looked at the two ADAs in disbelief, “I am washing my hands of the both of you. Please fuck each other’s brains out, before you get to work tomorrow? For everyone in the building’s sake?” With the click of her heel, she walked off towards her car hidden away in the far corner of the parking lot.

Casey side, “And she wonders why those kids said she had a broom up her butt.” She rolled up the car window, and gently removed Alex from inside her, trying to maneuver enough to get her pants back on.

Alex furrowed her brow, “Wait, what?”

“Elliot tells it better.”

“Elliot?” the blonde didn’t think she could be more confused, but here she was, for the second time today, covered in Casey, just having been yelled at by Judge Donnelly, how did they get to Elliot?

They both climbed into the front seat and Alex put her glasses back on and the key in the ignition.

“Did that,” Alex started, “Did that really just happen?” she chuckled even though her hands were shaking.

“I guess we need to be more discreet at work,” Casey grimaced.

“I don’t take it back, I would take a thousand censures to here you say my name like that.” Alex said, lust dripping from her words, “I just need to stop leaving the office door unlocked or answering window knocks unless they identify themselves as the police.”

Casey raised a finger.

“Police who are not Elliot.”

Casey raised her finger again.

“Or Olivia.”

“There it is.” The redhead nodded.

[honey-crypt]

ERM HI…. HAHA… I really like ur elliott fics and im wondering,,,,,, *looks at you with HUGE eyes* what if that one scene on Ginger Island where you have the dialogue option to “help him put sunscreen on” turns SPICY… Perhaps with an afab or genderless farmer…. 👁️👁️

Again, i love your stuff and i get super happy to see ur posts on my TL 🐝💕💕 long live the great bee 🤴

(For now i will remain anonymous… 🪳)

a/n: sorry that this took forever! i was in anti-horny mode. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy this fic!

word count: 1.6k

warnings: accidental boner, blowjob, deepthroating, semi-public sex (farmer and elliott fuck in the bathroom on ginger island), cum swallowing, farmer and elliott fail to realize that they're crushing on one another

summary: elliott needs help with applying sunscreen on his back and as his friend, you're more than happy to help! but what happens when you get too close and too intimate with the whole process?

★ the sunscreen incident - elliott x farmer ★

The summer breeze ruffled your hair and the sun beamed down warm rays on your skin, as you walked along the boardwalk to the resort. A rare day off in the summer season warranted a trip to Ginger Island and it seemed that many other residents had the same idea. An assortment of individuals scattered about the sandy beaches of the island, some soaking up rays while others chatted amongst themselves near the crystal clear waters. Your flip flops made contact with the sand and you let out a sigh of contentment, What a nice day.

Yet, out of the blue, your throat tightened and you groaned from the sensation, suddenly parched. Yoba, I need a drink. Thankfully, Gus had set up shop at the rental bar, serving drinks and snacks to the beach attendees. You made a beeline for the bar and greeted Gus with a smile, “Gus, my man, how are you?”

“Oh, (Y/N)!” the bartender flashed you a smile, “Things are well, very busy today. Can I get you a drink? Maybe a snack?” you eyed the menu and pondered your options, “I’ll take a mango smoothie,” you placed your order with Gus. He gave you a thumbs up and walked over to the blender, dumping the ingredients and blending them. Gus poured out the smoothie and garnished it with a little umbrella, “One mango smoothie.”

“Thanks,” you dropped a few G in the bartender’s hands. You took the smoothie and scanned the shore for any good spots to sunbathe. That was when you saw him, Elliott lounging on a striped beach towel with his glorious chest on display for all to see. Your face heated up at the sight and averted your gaze, not wanting to get caught staring at him like a creep. However, Elliott must have caught you anyway when he exclaimed, “(Y/N), my friend! Come here, please!”

You fulfilled his request and approached Elliott, plopping down in the sand next to him, “Hey, Ellie,” the nickname rolled off your tongue cheekily, “Enjoying the weather?” the redhead nodded, his ponytail bouncing with the movement, “Yes, yes, indeed. Despite living on the beach back home, Ginger Island’s waters seem more lively and fresh.”

“You think so?” you eyed the ocean before the two of you and sipped on your smoothie, “I guess it does look clearer than the beach back home,” you watched the people in the water, such as Kent guiding a floatie-wearing Vincent farther into the sea and Leah’s braided hair and snorkel straw poking out above the water. It brought a smile to your face, to see the residents of Pelican Town enjoy the wonders of Ginger Island.

“Oh, (Y/N),” you perked up at the sound of Elliott’s voice. He held out a bottom of sunscreen, SPF 70 to be exact, “Could you do me a favor and apply sunscreen to my back? I burn quite easily and I’m not flexible enough to apply it myself.”

“Of course,” you took the sunscreen and gestured to Elliott to lay down on the towel. He laid on his stomach and pushed his ponytail out of the way, allowing his back to be completely exposed. Your mouth watered at the sight of his toned back, adorn with freckles galore and prominent muscles. You had no clue why he was so in-shape, given his lifestyle of eight hour writing sessions and daily trips to the saloon for his meals. 

“Everything alright?” the writer questioned. You shook off your stupor and replied, “Yes! Just zoned out,” you uncapped the sunscreen and squeezed the white goop into your hands. You leaned closer to Elliott’s back and began applying the sunscreen, massaging it deep into his skin. Elliott let out a soft groan from your motions, He must have a sensitive back. 

“Need me to pause?” you asked. Elliott lifted his head up enough so you could clearly hear his response, “No need, I’m simply tender when it comes to my back. Please resume,” you squirted more sunscreen on your hands and swung one leg over Elliott’s legs, sitting down on his ass so you could get better leverage. 

Elliott let out a squeak of surprise, but quickly settled down and allowed you to resume your work. You continued to massage the sunscreen into his skin, humming a tune to yourself while you did so. Finally, after a few minutes, you finished up and announced to Elliott, “All done!” you hopped off his backside. Elliott turned himself over and smiled at you, “Thank you, (Y/N). I much appreciate it.”

“Of course, no–” you cut yourself short, your eyes locked in on Elliott’s crab-patterned swim shorts. Without realizing, the writer was displaying a proud erection, you held back a squeak of your own and hastily shielded his boner with your body. Elliott tilted his head like a confused puppy, “What’s wrong?”

“Ellie…” you swallowed your spit hard, “You got a, uh… you got a boner.”

Elliott’s eyes widened in shock and immediately covered the tent in his swim shorts with his towel, “Oh, dear! I’m so very sorry, (Y/N). I don’t know why I have one, I must go and take care of that,” with his towel as a shield, Elliott rose from the sand and walked over to the bathroom. 

To both parties’ surprise, you stood up after him and grabbed him by the wrist, “Wait, I…” you stared down at the sand, “It’s kinda my fault you, uh… have that little issue. Do you, uh–” your face was flushed with embarrassment, “I can take care of it.”

Elliott’s jaw dropped at your proposition, his freckled face a lovely shade of tomato red, “Oh! Oh my, I–” he covered up his surprise with a faux cough, “I wouldn’t… be opposed to that. Meet me in the family restroom,” he then entered the bathrooms. You waited a few moments, not wanting to arouse suspicion, before heading inside. Mustering up some courage, you approached the family restroom and opened the door. Inside, Elliott sat on the pull-out chair, towel still covering his boner. You gave him a small wave, “Hey.”

“Hello,” he returned the pleasantries. You walked up to him and removed the towel, staring down at Elliott’s boner. Elliott let out an awkward cough and you broke eye contact with the boner, “Sorry,” you apologized, twiddling your thumbs, “Do you want me… to suck you off?”

“That should do the job,” he answered, “If you’re okay with that, of course.”

“I’m okay with it,” you reassured the freckle-faced man, “Can– Can you pull your shorts down?” the writer nodded in confirmation and slowly slid off his swim shorts, his cock now free from its confinement. You gawked at its appearance, the mushroom tip red and angry with some pre-cum leaking out. It was on the bigger side, maybe six or seven inches, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you were referred to as “The Blowjob Master” back in college for your blowjob skills. 

You folded up your towel and made a makeshift pillow, placing it on the water-soaked floor and resting your knees on it. Timidly, you placed your hands on Elliott’s thighs- Yoba, those thighs could crush watermelons- you waved off your horny thoughts and looked up at Elliott, “Are you ready?”

“I am,” he patted you on your head, “Thank you for your help again.”

“Of course, anything for you,” you flashed him a small smile. Taking a deep breath, you grasped the shaft and gave the tip a tentative lick. Elliott stifled back a moan, his face now a deeper red. You carefully guided his cock in your mouth and once inside, you began to suck Elliott off. The writer bit down on his hand to silence his moans while you bobbed your head up and down on his dick. 

Yoba, this exchange felt otherworldly to Elliott, his crush down on their knees and sloppily blowing him. Spit leaked from your mouth and onto the remainder of Elliott’s shaft, coating it in the bubbling substance. With his free hand, Elliott found his way into your hair and tightly pulled at it, earning a moan from you that vibrated down his whole cock. 

Elliott’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull when you managed to find his weak spot, a vein directly under the tip of his dick. You licked and nipped at it, relishing in Elliott’s descent into madness from your cocksucking skills. In one swift motion, you took his full length in your mouth, your nose touching his beautifully manscaped bush. 

Elliott held out a muffled moan and promptly climaxed, shooting ropes of hot cum down your throat and into your tummy. You groaned against his shaft while he orgasmed and as soon as he finished, you pulled yourself off his cock and wiped off any excess cum from your lips. Elliott cleaned off any spit and cum from his now flaccid cock; he then put his swim shorts back on and gave you a relieved smile, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you winked, “I’ll see you outside?” Elliott nodded, “Yes, I just need a moment,” you gave him a thumbs up and exited the bathroom, leaving Elliott to his own devices. The redhead approached the mirror and steadied himself, hands gripping the sink hard.

“I need to buy them flowers as a thank you gift.”

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

So i was jus yk thinking and i jus thought what if we had red hair like shanks.. like not related at all it could be dyed or natural don't matter, but how would he react to seeing someone he doesnt know with the same hair color as him?

(Idk i feel like he would a lil happy n shi🤭)

Shanks headcanons?!?!

SHANKS HEADCANONS ✨️weeeeeee✨️

Also Shanks was at least like eighty percent of the reason that thirteen year old me dyed my hair red for the first time and it remains my prefered hair color to this day.

Silly and fluffy and SFW

Shanks (OPLA or anime) X Reader

Ugh his smile fucking kills me 🥹🫠❤️💀

Shanks grabbing Benn Beckmann's shoulder and pointing excitedly at you in a tavern in some port town or other, "Beck—look, look—"

*not even batting an eye* *just rubbing his temples and gritting his teeth* *tone of voice as if speaking to a small child* "Yes, Captain, other people have red hair."

*big stupid grin* "I know, isn’t it beautiful?"

*exhausted sigh* *literally so tired someone give this man a vacation*

Literally so happy, he revels in the little things and lives in the moment.

Let's face it, his whole shtick is hair color, it's in his nickname, it's in the name of his crew, he one hundred percent believes in redhead supremacy.

Basically turns into a giddy teenager about fellow redheads. Same-hat vibes, or that spiderman meme.

Any shade of red, from orange-ginger to deep red to burgundy, it's all just beautiful, and he will go out of his way to either befriend or flirt with any redhead within shouting distance.

Honestly does not care if it's dyed or not, actually kind of an honor if it is dyed because it means you're a redhead by your own free will and he just thinks that's so neat.

But if he's drunk enough that his brain-to-mouth filter is gone, then he's definitely going to ask you if the carpet matches the drapes. He fully expects to get punched for it (whether by you or Beck is as yet unknown), but he can't help it, he's just curious.

If you respond to his flirting in kind, he's going to want to keep you. Not kidnap you or anything obviously, but he's very persuasive and there's a fair chance it's going to work and you're going to be the newest redhead among the Red Hair Pirates.

Your new nickname is Little Red, this is non-negotiable.

He will constantly be playing with your hair, running his fingers through it, cuddling up to you and just burying his face in it, reveling in how bright and fiery it looks when the sunlight catches it.

If you do dye your hair, then Shanks is going to offer to help; but he has no idea what he's doing, it's going to be a huge mess, hair dye literally everywhere, and there's a good chance it's ultimately partly (mostly) an excuse to end up in the shower with you.

[equippedtolove]

yeah okay so @anne061989 made a post about this song and I was like 'ok I'll write it'

bed chem - a wolfstar microfic

tw for alcoholism, really mild nsfw

The lights of the club shine brightly on Sirius' face as he makes his way to the back. It smells stale and feels cramped, and he brushes into people's backs as he walks past them. His shirt, made of some translucent material, reveals countless tattoos he got done as a teen. He meets James at a back booth, following his line of sight to some pretty ginger ordering at the bar.

"Who's that, mate?" Sirius asks, clapping him on the back with a grin. "Found the love of your life at last?"

"I don't know yet, but by the end of the night I will," James turns to Sirius with a lovesick smile. "Isn't she beautiful?"

But Sirius' attention has been taken away by the man sat next to the redhead. He's got soft amber eyes and a long, eagle's nose, and a cut down his cheeks that just scrapes his lip. In the light of the bar, he looks kind and sweet, and Sirius wants to devour him.

He walks up to the man, whose ridiculous height makes it easy to keep an eye on him, and when the guy turns, he does a double take at the sight of Sirius.

"Hello there," Sirius drags his eyes up and down the man's form suggestively. "Could I get a name, gorgeous?"

The man rolls his eyes with a teasing smirk. "It's Remus. What about you?"

"Sirius. Wanna dance?" Remus seems to be fighting some sort of internal battle with himself as he stares anxiously at the dance floor. Sirius dances his fingertips on his shoulder. "Or get a drink, if dancing isn't your thing."

Remus shakes his head resolutely as some new song comes on. "No, let's dance. I like this song."

I was in a sheer dress the day that we met

We were both in a rush, we talked for a sec

You're friendin' me up so we could connect

And what are the odds? You sent me a text

Sirius grips Remus' hand with a grin as he pulls him onto the dance floor, winding his arms around his neck. Remus' hands instinctively go to Sirius' hips, and caresses them with his fingers as they move to the music.

Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent? Like

Maybe it's all in my head

But I thought we'd have really good bed chem

Sirius breathes hot into the shell of Remus' ear. "So, where are you from, darling? You sound Welsh."

Remus looks at him with sparkling eyes as he chuckles. "Yeah, my parents are. We moved to London when I was seven."

"You sound hot." Sirius grins, pressing kisses to Remus' neck, making him groan lowly.

How you pick me up, pull me down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense

How you talk so sweet when you're doin' bad things, that's bed (bed) chem (chem)

How you're lookin' at me, yeah, I know what that means and I'm obsessed

Are you free next week? I thought we'd have really good

Remus crushes his hips into Sirius' as he drags him to the entrance of the bar, and out into the cold night air. He picks Sirius up and breathes into his throat as he sucks a hickey into Sirius' collarbone, while Sirius pants and gasps above him.

"God, Remus, are you not afraid of public indecency?" Sirius moans, weaving his hands into Remus' soft hair. He said it teasingly, but Remus sobers up at his remark and gently puts him down.

"Ugh, fuck, you're right. Come home with me? You can text your friend, I'll text mine," Remus' eyes darken again as amber meets bright blue. He buries his face into the crook of Sirius' neck again as he takes out his phone to call James.

"James? Oh god- remember that, ah, guy I was dancing with?"

"Uhhh, yes?"

"I'm- I'm going home with him, okay? Don't, fuck, don't wait for me."

"Okay, Pads. Please hang up."

"Fuck, sorry!"

The line goes dead, and Remus catches a feverish kiss to Sirius' bruised lips as he hauls him on to the pavement. "Wait a sec, I got us an Uber."

Sirius smiles at Remus. "God, you're perfect. Are you free next week? I feel like we have really good chemistry."

thanks @cheetobush for showing this to me!! also I think sirius' eyes are silver but blue went the song!!

[wrestlezaynia]

Okay prompts -

❛ it’s hot when you talk back. ❜ ❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜

Either one of these or both. 🩵🙏🏽

"The Proposal."

Description: Sami and Kevin roleplay to keep their relationship spicy.

Warning: Must be 18+ to read under cut.

They've been together for twenty years and have always remained by each other's side through thick and thin, practically inseparable. Their secret? Roleplay. It's what they use to keep their relationship spicy.

Kevin thought it was a dumb idea initially, but was willing to humor Sami. Sami had always been a free spirit and that's one of the many qualities Kevin admired about him, he wasn't afraid to take risks.

Kevin glances down at his watch, anticipating Sami's arrival. He's running late as usual. What else is new? The man is always tardy. He scans his surroundings for any trace of Sami and when he catches a glimpse of him his heart skips a beat. He looked so handsome dressed to the nines in a 4 piece suit, his ginger curls tied atop his head in a messy bun. Kevin can feel the blush invade his cheeks when Sami catches him staring, but he can't help himself. He's so beautiful.

Sami smirks when he sees the expression on Kevin's face, undressing him with his eyes. Sami lets Kevin soak him in a little bit longer before he saunters over, maintaining eye contact. "Hello, handsome." He greets Kevin with a flirtatious smile. "Is this seat taken?" He inquires.

Kevin's breath catches in his throat as Sami draws near. If there wasn't so many people around he'd ravish him right then and there, but he'd have to show restraint...for now. "That depends on who's asking." Kevin counters, eager to get Sami back to their hotel room.

Now that he's close to Kevin and can see the hunger building in his eyes Sami's pants suddenly become tighter. He loves the way Kevin looks at him, his fiery gaze causing the heat to pool between his legs. He wants Kevin so badly, but he'd have to resist...for now. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Kevin, Kevin Zayn and you are?"

Hearing the breathy manner in which Sami says his name combined with Sami's last name makes Kevin's heart flutter, what he wouldn't give to be Sami's husband for now and all eternity. "Sami, Sami Owens." He responds with a sly grin, offering Sami his hand to shake.

"Sami Owens, that has a nice ring to it." Sami thought fondly to himself as he takes Kevin's hand into his own, guiding it to his lips. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sami." He says, brushing his lips tenderly across Kevin's tattooed knuckles with a grin of his own.

Feeling Sami's soft lips on his skin sends shivers down Kevin's spine, yearning to feel Sami's hot mouth on other parts of his body. "You better be careful, my husband has an explosive temper and if he catches you flirting with me you might not make it out in one piece." Kevin warns, a mischievous twinkle emerging in his pale blue eyes.

Sami smirks, scanning their surroundings before returning his gaze to Kevin. "I'm pretty confident I can take him, besides," the redhead pauses, leaning in close. "You're worth fighting for." He adds softly.

Kevin watches Sami intently, his heartbeat starting to quicken as he inches closer. He glances toward the exit then back at Sami. "Let's get out of here." Kevin breathes, his voice dripping with desire.

The pair remain silent on the drive back to the hotel when Kevin places his hand on Sami's knee. "You look so sexy in that suit." He leans in to whisper in Sami's ear. "I can't wait to rip it off of you."

Sami's breath hitches as Kevin's hand ventures up his thigh, struggling to keep his eyes focused on the road. "Kev, you're going to make me crash." He counters, praying they will make it there safely.

Kevin smirks as he brushes his fingers against Sami's erection, watching him bite his lip in concentration. God he loves teasing him. He loves watching Sami beg for his cock, he looks so pretty when he begs. "Why don't you pull over and I can fuck you in the backseat?"

Sami swallows hard as tittilating images of he and Kevin making love in his car consume Sami's mind, there were several instances where Kevin forced Sami to pull over to the side of the road, unable to control his urges. The mere thought making his cock twitch, knowing Kevin can feel his growing excitement. "Patience, mon cher." Sami soothes, lacing their fingers together. "We're almost there." He adds.

The desire between them intensifies as the pair enter the elevator. Their hotel room is on the top floor, so Kevin whispers into Sami's ear in his native tongue to help pass the time. Sami didn't understand a word, aside from "je t’aime" and "pour toujours," but it's turning him on regardless. Then Kevin says something that makes his heart skip a beat. "Je veux t’épouser," which translates to: "I want to marry you."

Perhaps he mistranslated, Sami thought, but Kevin did refer to himself as "Sami Owens." He's so consumed with his thoughts, he jumps when Kevin wraps his tattooed arms around him from behind.

"Alone at last." Kevin murmurs seductively, licking the shell of Sami's ear as he helps remove his suit jacket. Strong hands slipping under Sami's dress shirt to caress his muscular chest. "I’ve been thinking about you all day." He whispers, his breath hot against Sami's skin.

Sami leans against Kevin's chest, tilting his head to the side as Kevin proceeds to kiss his neck. His hand venturing lower until he reaches the bulge protruding from Sami's pants, fondling his throbbing member and eliciting a moan of approval from the redhead.

Kevin loves the sounds he's able to make his lover produce and is eager to hear more as he slowly unbuttons Sami's shirt, still groping his fully erect cock through his trousers when he feels a damp spot beginning to form, stirring his arousal. "Tu es beau, mon amour."

By now Sami has forgotten about Kevin's proposal, his mind clouded with lust as Kevin continues to tease him, feeling like he's going to cum from his touch alone. "Kev." Sami gasps, on the verge of orgasm.

Kevin can hear the desperation in Sami's tone, prompting him to slide his hand down Sami's pants gripping and pumping his shaft vigorously to help him along. "It's okay, I've got you." Kevin coaxes, biting his neck hard enough to break the skin, marking his territory.

A soft moan pierces the silence as Kevin jerks Sami off. His eyes rolling to the back of his head as he finds sweet release, coating Kevin's hand with his warm seed and slumping into his arms.

Once the pair finish cleaning up, they prepare to undress. Their eyes meet across the room as Kevin saunters toward Sami, a gleam emerging in his piercing silver eyes as their naked bodies brush against each other, sending a chill down Sami's spine. His gaze remaining locked on Kevin as he reaches up to cup Sami's cheek. As Kevin's about to lean in, Sami's mind reflects back to the elevator. "Je veux t’épouser aussi, Kev." He confesses softly, leaning into his touch.

Kevin stops short, his breath catching in his throat. Sami being far less fluent in French than Kevin he didn't think Sami understood what he was saying. Then the realization struck him: Sami wants to marry me, he said "yes." His eyes welling with tears as their lips connect.

The kiss starts out soft at first, then gradually becomes more intense. Their tongues swirling hungrily in each other's mouths as Kevin guides Sami toward the bed, shoving him playfully onto his back and admiring the view. His nude form sprawled out on the mattress.

Their eyes lock and Sami can feel the heat rise to his cheeks as Kevin stares at him amorously. The taste of Kevin still lingering on Sami's lips as he licks them in anticipation, removing his hair from the bun to let his ginger curls fall to his shoulders. Flashing Kevin the best come-hither expression he could muster, he pats the empty spot beside him on the bed. "Come here, tiger." He whispers seductively.

Kevin smirks as he joins Sami on the bed, crawling toward him and never breaking eye contact until their lips connect in a fiery kiss.

Sami moans into Kevin's mouth, instinctively spreading his legs as Kevin inserts a finger inside his tight hole, giving it a few gentle strokes before adding a second finger as another moan rings out. "Kevin," Sami breathes, desperation in his tone. "I'm ready."

Kevin adheres to Sami's plea, aligning his meaty cock with Sami's entrance as he gently eases his way inside. His gaze locked firmly on Sami to view his reaction. His face contorting in pleasure, a truly breathtaking sight as he starts to move at a slow and steady pace.

"Kev." His name escaping Sami's lips as a whisper, raising his hips in time with Kevin's thrusts, finding a perfect rhythm. "Do you want to have a big or small wedding? I prefer small myself, just a few guests-"

"Sami," Kevin interjects, smiling down at his fiancé. "I appreciate the enthusiasm mon cheri, but can we discuss this later?" He asks, trying to focus on providing his lover pleasure, thrusting a little harder.

The redhead emits an amused chuckle, reaching up to cup Kevin's cheek. "I'm sorry Kev, I'm just excited I get to marry my best friend." Sami explains, his eyes full of love and adoration.

Kevin leans into Sami's touch, pressing a tender kiss to the center of his palm as he proceeds to pick up the tempo. "Do you think you have another one in you?" He asks, breathless, not waiting for a response as he swaps positions so Sami is on top, gripping his hips firmly.

Sami looks puzzled at first, but as soon as Kevin switches positions he emits a guttural moan, placing his hands on Kevin's chest to steady himself as he proceeds to ride his cock. "Feels so good, Kev."

There's nothing that turns Kevin on more than watching Sami ride his dick. Between the soft whimpers spilling from his lips, his damp disheveled curls clinging to his face and the way he moans his name, it's enough to make Kevin lose control as he moves to a seated position holding Sami close, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist. "I want you to cum, can you do that for me?" He asks, stroking Sami's cock while penetrating him deep, hitting his sweet spot with each hard thrust. "Cum for me, Sami." His voice low and husky.

Sami nods, resting his sweaty brow against Kevin's, their bodies melding to become one. "Kevin, I-I'm-" The sentence dying on Sami's lips as he finds release for the second time by Kevin's hand, eyes fluttering shut as he rides out his orgasm with a satisfied moan.

Kevin watches Sami intently, the sight of his soulmate getting off combined with his breathy moans is enough to send him over the edge. "Sami, look at me." He pleads, wanting Sami to watch what he does to him. Their eyes meet and for a moment the earth stands still. He holds Sami's gaze, never taking his eyes off of him for a second as he cums hard, filling Sami with his seed as he slumps back against the bedpost, panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

Sami clings to Kevin, his body shaking as he struggles to catch his breath. "That was amazing, Kev." He breathes, his hair tousled.

A smug smirk tugs at Kevin's lips as Sami strokes his already massive ego. "Thanks, you were good too, I guess." He quips playfully.

The room erupts in laughter as Sami kisses the SZ Kevin got tattooed on his chest to keep Sami close to his heart. "I love you, Kev." He whispers softly, feeling exhausted after their passionate lovemaking.

Kevin loved hearing Sami laugh, it was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world as he kisses Sami's hair. "I love you too, Sami."

A/N: Manip by the extremely talented @mjfass. I just had to use it, it's so cute!

Tagging: @loki69zowens, @wrestlingdespairings, @unintentionaloracle, @who-do-you-want-to-be, @littleppl444.

@himbos-hotline, @expert-texpert, @wrestlingprincess80, @superkliqbaybays, @crxssjae.

@jeysbvck, @surdelcielo, @thesamoanqueen and @fantasyismyonlyrealescape.

A/N: My apologies if you didn't want to be tagged, just let me know and I'll remove you from future fics. Thank you for reading! 😊💖

[rottenpumpkin13]

Sephiroth somehow get to that leyend abt redhead dont having souls, now mess wht génesis everytime he try to say someting like:

Seph asking 4 something

Génesis open his mouth

Seph: no u cant have an opinion of this cause u dont have a soul...

Génesis gets mad

Seph: dont get mad it wasnt me who make u wto a soul

Man I think about this so much lmao. Sephiroth learns that old myth about gingers being bad luck/not having souls and just RUNS with it.

*The vending machine breaks while Zack, Sephiroth and Genesis are in line*

Zack: Man! They just installed this one, what happened?

Sephiroth: Genesis sucked the life out of the machine to replenish the soul he does not have.

Genesis: Oh fuck you

-

Angeal: Hey, can you get me a glass for this juice?

*Sephiroth grabs the cup from the cupboard, lets it slip and it breaks*

Sephiroth: Genesis did this, I can feel it.

Angeal:

-

*Sephiroth and Lazard are in the elevator when it suddenly stops working*

Lazard: Goodness. What happened?

Sephiroth: Genesis' malice knows no bounds, director.

-

*Sephiroth sees Zack walking by, sticks his foot out and trips him*

Zack: Ack!

Angeal: Why would you do that?

Sephiroth: It was Genesis.

Angeal: I SAW YOU TRIP HIM

-

*As Nibelheim burns*

Zack: SEPHIROTH! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?

Sephiroth: Doing what?

Zack: YOUR SWORD IS STABBING CLOUD'S MOTHER AS WE SPEAK

Sephiroth: Genesis' spirit is encouraging me to commit—

Zack: OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

[bluehairlaunch]

Top 7 WORST Dragon Ball Transformations

Honorable mention: Beast Zarbon

Because they turned my muscle twink into a bear...

Super Saiyan God

This fucker. As much as I like Battle of Gods, this redhead continued a trend that started with a green tinged Broly and ended with orange fucking Piccolo and a cast of otter pop flavored Super Saiyans.

At least Super Saiyan 4 wasn't just a recolor of a recolor...

Orange Piccolo

Speaking of lazy, visually unappealing, late stage capitalism embodying recolors, Piccolo is orange now. Yes I know he hasn't been relevant in a fight since his introduction in the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament and briefly when Toriyama remembered against Second Form Frieza and Imperfect Cell, but it's ok, don't worry kids, HE'S ORANGE.

Super Android 13

How is there still downhill from a trucker hat? Do you like this? Leave a comment on this webzone if you like this? Explain why you like his Vegeta hair and 90s earrings if you like this. Detail your obsession with blue skinned gingers if you like this.

Third Form Frieza

Why is he a xenomorph? Why is he a xenomorph?! I guess I wasn't expecting him to be a xenomorph, which is typical for Toriyama, but WHY IS HE A XENOMORPH??? Like it's weird he's the alien from Alien, right? And it's weirder that he's almost 1:1 the pirate robot Goku fought in OG Dragon Ball

Fifth Form Cooler

Oh fuck you. You fucking piece of shit. Fifth form? You're so non-canon it hurts. This couldn't just be his second form or idk his third form, since Frieza's second form was already Cooler. But it's his fifth! And Goku has to be there, because it's filler, so the threat needs to be bigger. It's not like the Frieza race are shapeshifters. Of course they're not dipshit, they all follow the same template. They're like the evolution chart detailing prehistoric ape to cromagnon man to blond guy. And this is his fifth form!

Imagine if this had been a Piccolo movie set while Goku was on Yardrat. We have Frieza's bro, who's not just miraculous stronger despite never doing anything about it, but he's still more powerful than the second form Frieza Piccolo fought. Idk. Fuck Coola

Super Buu

This one is basically a Dragon Ball IQ test. At first glance he looks ok, maybe even cool. However, those with sufficient gray matter can easily ascertain that he's actually garbage, and that Fat Buu was the best design all along. He's just so generic looking, which is almost impressive for a guy so pink and sponge-y looking. Oh. And his transformation includes raiding people's wardrobe without realizing that shit don't even match

Super Saiyan 3

See, a bad transformation isn't just about aesthetics. And don't get me wrong, the aesthetics are also awful. That caveman brow, the Raditz hair, those obscene spikes. But no, the worst part about Super Saiyan 3, the thing that I truly absolutely despise, is how effortlessly it cheapens Super Saiyan and Gohan's feat of going Beyond Super Saiyan

Because everyone had that thought the second Trunks arrived and went blond. That they could do it. Gohan, Vegeta, Ghost of Nappa, and any other Saiyan that might be out there. All of them could go Super Saiyan now, it's not prophecy after all. And that leads to the question of escalation. What next?

Well the Cell Saga answered this. Gohan was next. He went Beyond Super Saiyan. The boy did what his dad don't, he fucking mastered that shit. Then out comes Super Saiyan 3 like a baaaaad fart. But it only gets worse. It's a flawed, incomplete transformation that only works if you're dead. It's strong, but burns through energy faster than the body can collect it. And that's that. Dragon Ball ends, Goku saving the day without even using his new form. Dragon Ball GT introduces SS4 and DBS provides a crayon box of recolors for you to shove up your nose, all the while Super Saiyan 3 is left in the dust. It came, we all saw it, it sucked.

[velvetring08]

Adaptation of my dark vanessa pt2.

Soooo, for Vanessa, I’ve often seen her fancast as Elle Fanning in Ginger & Rosa, where she has red hair and was just 14 years old at the time of filming, so she looks really young there with her baby face.

And I think she would’ve been so perfect if it wasn’t for the fact that she is so pretty. It’s just that Vanessa she is an ordinary, plain teenage girl, she’s not really beautiful, though with makeup, she could look pretty.

And she even says that at 22 she still looks like she is 15, which is like disturbing cause this is probably why ephebophile Strane was still able to (barely) get it up for her.

Another popular fancast is Sadie Sink in All Too Well (Taylor Swift’s short film), where she plays a redheaded girl in a relationship with an older man, so of course I get why this one is popular, but in reality Vanessa probably looked more like Sadie’s character Max in season 2 of Stranger things cause Sadie was 14 when she was playing that role.

And this is what she looked like in 2017 when she was 15.

Like thats literally Vanessa, you cannot convince me otherwize.

And i think i need to clarify that im talking about how characters look like and what i imagine them to be, not who would probably play Vanessa if there really would be an adaptation, cause both Sadie and Elle are in their twenties now and if they want to really show how fucked up this whole relationship is in reality, they need an actress who looks 15 with the baby face.

And i know Sadie isnt plain in any means, its just that shes also natural redhead with the feckles on her face something that Vanessa also has.

So im more inclined towards her.

And also another thing about Vanessa that a lot of people tend to get wrong is that she’s not skinny. Like how I said in my previous post about Strane’s casting, my shock when I found out he weighs 127 kg, the same thing happened with Vanessa—I was surprised to learn she weighs 65 kg, like I’m 5’5” and weigh 53 kg, but I wouldn’t consider myself skinny because I have a fat stomach. So, I imagined the whole book thinking Vanessa is this skinny redhead, but she weighs more than me.

And I estimated her height cause she mentions a handful of times that her head barely reaches Stranes shoulder:

Strane is 6’4”, so with a height visualizer, I estimated that Vanessa is probably 5’3” or 5’4”:

Then, using a body visualizer, I looked up how a girl who’s 5’3”–5’4” and 145 pounds might look, and while I wouldn’t call her fat, she isn’t skinny. I think this is such a great detail because usually when we think of teenage girls who are being preyed upon we imagine them as skinny cause it relates to the whole you know them looking like children. And this kind of thinking is evident in this question that a reader asked KER on her tumblr:

Like she assumed that Vanessa is thin, maybe her trying to be as small as possible for Strane, but KER answered:

As she said “you either get it or you don't”, cause as someone who's been on the fuller side my whole life I understand that people have a harder time believing victims who are fat or plus size cause they think why would they go after you and not someone prettier meaning also skinnier. So I'm really glad that Vanessa is also on the fuller side because predators don't go after the prettiest one, they go after the weakest one. 

Another thing that i found about this on k.e.rs tumblr blog is that in her mood board for the book, she chose this picture of the girl in strawberry pajamas:

She could’ve chosen any picture of a usually skinny girl in strawberry pajamas for this detail, but she specifically chose one where the girl isn’t thin. So, this is what Vanessa would’ve looked like in her strawberry pajamas:

Cause otherwise, in the book Vanessa describes her figure only once, when she tries on the black nightgown that she wears for her first sleepover at Strane’s:

She could’ve easily been the body type that K.E.R. chose for her here.

The next thing that I’m going to mention about this topic might be a bit of a stretch, but KER for her post on tumblr used this random picture of a girl:

Her name is Tess McMillan, she's a model and influencer. Please tell me you see what I see, this girl looks so much like what Vanessa would've looked like or at least the Vanessa that K.E.R. imagined.

Cause If you look at the other pictures in the same post, they all directly relate to K.E.R.’s life and the book My Dark Vanessa. But this picture of Tess feels so random—it doesn’t seem like a coincidence. This girl could easily be what Vanessa would’ve looked like, with her accurate weight and body type.

So, if there’s ever an adaptation of My Dark Vanessa, I hope they go after someone like her because it would be so much more faithful to the book.

[ballsgrabber69]

Pent Up; Soukoku

dom!dazai, sub!chuuya.

handjobs, fucking, creampies, overstimulation

Title: Pent Up. By ionknowwhyimonherelmao on Ao3.

...

After a week of using Corruption, Chuuya sat alone in his lonely ass apartment complex, pouring a glass of wine. He was bored, stressed, and desperate. He wanted something -someone- and he knew exactly who he wanted. Dazai fucking Osamu. Speak of the damn devil..

"Chibi!!~" Dazai yelled, busting through his door, coming back from a short errand at work.

Chuuya did flinch a little, but he hid it very well. "Dazai, what the hell!?"

"I was bored." The brunette spoke with a shrug.

"Of course." The ginger muttered.

Chuuya sighed and sat in a chair, his head in his arms. He began to shift uncomfortably ever so slightly. He was really fucking desperate for Dazai. "Damn it."

"Chuuya?" The taller man called, moving closer to where he was standing next to the small man.

The man in the fedora didn't look at the brunette.

 "Are you hard?"

 Chuuya didn't dare look at Dazai, a small, quiet breath of arousal escaped him. "Fuck, I'm so pent up.." The small man gasped. "Shit, Dazai.. I need you!"

The tall man looked down with a slightly shocked face, but later turned into a smirk. "You sure?~"

Chuuya let out shaky breaths. He wanted to fuck Dazai so bad and hear him scream out his name and-

"Chuuya."

The ginger looked up, standing and pushing Dazai on to the table, unbuttoning his trousers.

"Chibi. Calm down." Dazai looked up, cupping his face.

Chuuya looked down, leather covered hands trembling ever so slightly. "What's wrong..?"

"You're so.." Dazai's hand trailed up and pinched Chuuya's hardened nipples through his white shirt.

The executive gasped, a small whine escaping him as his hips rolled. The detective didn't miss the way the mafioso's cock twitched in his pants. Dazai quickly unbuttoned Chuuya's shirt, discarding it to the floor.

"I forgot how pretty chibi's nipples were.." Dazai mumbled, flipping the position so that Chuuya was on the bottom. The executive didn't even care. He just wanted Dazai's touch.

The ginger his his excitement when the brunette took both of their pants off. Dazai's boxers were off, and Chuuya's were still on. The tall man took a moment to stare. The executive's cock was aching and throbbing..

"Is this alright, Chuuya?" Bandaged hands traced the outline of a desperate erection. 

"Fuck, it's alright. Just- Please!" Small hips bucked up to bandaged hands.

The brunette nodded and discarded the boxers. "You're big for your height.." Dazai smirked, wrapping his hand around Chuuya's pulsating length.

The executive nearly wailed in relief. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..!"

Dazai grabbed the lube out of his pocket, and poured some on Chuuya's and his own. He continued to stroke the smaller cock, causing the short man above to cry out.

"Ngh! Osamu, I'm gonna cum..!" The man laying on his back whimpered.

Dazai pulled his hand away, making the redhead whine, but moan when Dazai slips inside his hole. Chuuya whimpers, clutching Dazai's shirt while moaning like a whore. The brunette wasn't even moving.

"Ah! T-the roles were supposed to be the o-other way!" Chuuya whined. "Fuck!" He sobbed.

The tall man gives a content sigh, positioning himself to Chuuya's prostate and begins to thrust there slowly. The ginger cried out and clenched around the dick inside him.

"Close already, Chuuya?~ You're pathetic.." Dazai mumbled.

"Don't fuckin call me pathetic, Osamu." Chuuya grunts. He moans louder when Dazai begins to move faster.

The detective begins to fuck the executive like an animal, making the poor thing sob. Dazai smirks at the sight of one of the strongest Port Mafia executives falling apart under him. Because of him.

The brunette holds onto Chuuya's thighs as he begins to fuck him relentlessly, bullying Chuuya's hole with his dick and making him sob.

Chuuya's black fedora falls off of the his head and onto the floor.

The back of Dazai's hand moves up and down Chuuya's stomach and chest, before wrapping it around the executive's lubed cock. The ginger cries out when the cocky man strokes it gently. Chuuya throws his head back and moans, his ass clenching around Dazai. He can't see through the tears in his eyes, but he can tell that Dazai has a smirk.

"Osamu.. O-Osamuu!!" The chibi sobbed. "Don't stoppp!!"

Dazai chuckles. "Go on, baby.."

"That's it.."

"Let it all out, baby~"

"Cum for me."

A cocky, quiet voice whispers. Dazai's. The only thing that kept him grounded but was now making him lose his mind. Chuuya let out a loud sob, spilling all over himself.

His toes curled from the intensity. He felt Dazai's hips stutter, meaning he was close as well. Chuuya clenched and arched against Dazai, his hand gripping his own red curls.

Soon, the intense orgasm feeling went away, but it wasn't over. It's never over. Dazai was still fucking him like a madman, chasing his own high. Chuuya let out heaving, gasping sobs as the overstimulation blurred his senses. He was banging his hand off the table, sobbing as his cock began to shake. 

Chuuya's eyes rolled back as he shuddered. He shuddered again when he felt the back of Dazai's hand brush up and down his cock, gently thumbing his tip. All the executive needed to do was come back to his senses and fucking breathe.

The bandaged man pulled his hand away from the smaller cock, thrusting harder and faster for his own release. He went faster and faster until, they came at the same time. Dazai gripped Chuuya's hair as the smaller one let out a silent sob. Dazai knew that if it was audible, it would be ground shaking.

Dazai came deep inside of him, painting his walls white. Chuuya clenched tightly around the dick inside him, his back arching as his cock explodes. The taller man finished first, pulling out as hot cum leaked from the smaller's ass.

Chuuya was a panting, whimpering mess, silent sobs escaping him. Eventually, they died down as his body went limp.

"Chibi?" 

"..."

"Slug?"

"..."

"Shortie?"

"...Ngh..."

"Chuuya. Knock on the table if you can hear me."

Ah, that thing they always did..

The shorter man weakly raised his hand, curled his knuckles in, and knocked once.

"Okay. Good. I'll be back to clean us up, alright?" Dazai said, getting off the table to fetch a rag.

Chuuya didn't even get a chance to answer before he blacked out right there on the table.

...

The ginger woke up in his room with different, more comfortable clothes. He spotted the brunette to the side of him, staring at his hat while holding it. The ginger groaned weakly, slowly sitting himself up.

"Oi...Shitty Mackerel." Chuuya mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "What're you still doing here?..."

"Ah! Why, chibi~ I had to see if you were still okay!" Dazai replied, setting the black fedora down. "You came a little hard and then you blacked out when I came back."

"Oh.."

The brunette lets out a content sigh. "You got topped by me~"

The ginger turns the same color as his hair. "That was a one time thing. I'm still the top, mackerel."

"Wanna cuddle?" Dazai asks out of nowhere, a slight blush along with a cocky smile on his face.

"I-" Chuuya's face goes dark red now. "H-huh?"

"You heard me."

"Yeah, sure.." The blushing man mumbled.

And they cuddled, Dazai being the big spoon. He felt happy and satisfied that he could top Chuuya, even though he usually does on good days. Chuuya muttered a few incoherent things before falling back asleep.

Dazai sighed, and went to sleep himself.

The slept, but only one of them dreams.

[cor-lapis-candy]

Soooo @teyvatmoon you wanted crusty man Diluc? Let's do that! But what if I make him desperate and pathetic? Like a drowned rat, needy and gross with you while everyone else would think him just some stoic shut in?

I think that works best...

For the second night this week, your flatmate had been making a racket, his music audible through not one but two, semi decent, walls and into your room. Lord knows what the other apartment on the other side of his wall thought of this apartment but enough was enough.

No matter how grumpy he seems during the day, it's ten P.M and after all the shit that had happened between classes and a certain ginger who is all too eager to get in your space, you just wanted some peace, perhaps even some silence and to be able to sleep for more than four hours at a time for once.

There is no point in bothering to fully redress after getting ready for bed, not a thought into how you are only in your underwear and a large shirt as you are storming across the lounge separating your rooms, the rap of your knuckles lost in the music, only too be followed by several slaps of your palm against his door with little success.

The continued racket and clear ignorance of your banging is making you form a scowl and simmers an anger rivalling a toddler scale meltdown, shouldering his door open to start what should have been a one-sided yelling match, your anger is quick to fizzle out at the sight of your roommate.

Of Diluc Ragnvindr, red headed grouch and usually stoneface sociology major stretched out across his bed, face buried in what looks to be one of your gym shirts that went missing like two days ago. One of his hands fisting his cock, clearly chasing what looked like one hell of a high, unaware of your presence in his room, or it seemed like he was unaware like till flicking your eyes up to find him watching you.

Your name is a barely ringing whine from him, nose still buried in that shirt as he cum's.

A mess of cum dripping down across his hand and even onto the half pushed up shirt he wore, the red that colours his face either from the shame of getting caught or from the clear exertion of his little session.

While it may have taken you a moment you're quick to snatch the remote for his sound system, pressing the off button and plunging the room into silence.

"What the actual fuck are you doing. I-Is that...Did you really steal my fucking clothes? Just-just to jack off with?!"

Flicking your eyes around his room your quick to catch sight of other items that had once been yours, a hairbrush that you thought broke, a pair of underwear that had one too many holes in it, and two items that were more personal in nature. A bottle of scented lube that you had only half used, and a small bullet vibe that was a 'gag' gift from another friend of yours.

"Diluc. You have like, ten seconds to explain, or I am going to throttle you and call your nasty ass brother to come get you and your shit."

When you finally look over at the redhead again, he paints an almost desperate picture, sitting up on his knees, your shirt on his lap, hands half stretched out towards you, ignorant of the one still coated in his cum, cheeks still tinted pink with tears gathering in his eyes.

"P-Please it's just. Your so good, so nice. An-and you smell so good, that I know y-you would never go for me. But-" when his hands reach out to grasp your arm, the feeling of his warm skin and now half-dried cum against your skin pulls a shiver from you, "-please, please don't leave or call anyone. I'll. I'll keep out of your way, won't touch any of your things ever again. Just please, don't leave!"

The sight of someone like Diluc, who tends to paint the picture of reserved confidence, begging you not to leave him, tears spilling down his cheeks, skin still flushed pink as he sniffles softly. It's something that sits a certain way in the back of your mind, maybe he would learn his lesson and stop all this weird shit if you kept the threat of calling all of this in over his head.

"Okay, I won't go but you nee-"

"Thank you!" he is quick to lean further into your space, his grip on your arm pulling you slightly down as he does.

"But! We do have to talk about how even when you got caught, you just kept going at it! And not to mention- Really?! Are you that fucking down bad, that even if you just came, the moment you pull me close your hard again? What is wrong with you!"

The sweat of his palm makes where his hand is wrapped around your arm feel just a little bit slimy as the perspiration mixes with his half dried cum, the mixture unsettling to you but for him it was something like a mark of possession, something that would tide him over till you stopped talking and stormed back out, hopefully you would leave his little prizes here and let him have his moments of bliss with your possessions again.