#yes i was wearing a shirt with rips and holes in them and now i'm imprinted with random red spots of sunburn

[doodles-and-hedgehog]

Got my first sunburn of the year.. remember to use your sunlotion everyone! Don't go challenging the sun..

[neteyamssyulang]

Praise/Degradation

Day 28

Pairing: Aonung aged up x Fem tawtute reader

*Lets say for this story, humans can breath pandora air*

Summary: Moving to awa’atlu was difficult since you were human but Tonowari allowed it as you were no threat. Aonung had made it known he despised you any chance he got but keep down he somehow wanted you.

Warnings: Dom Aonung, Sub Reader, Bully Aonung, P in V, Belly bulge, Semi bratty reader at first.

Word count: 772

Translation(s): Vrrtep -> Demon, Hì'i evenge -> Little girl.

A/N: I think I did a pretty well with this <3

Tags: @teyamsatan @pandoraslxna <3

Being human was to say hard, unlike being with the Omaticaya people the Metkayina were rude throwing insults left and right if you crossed paths with them.

You know it's because humans have destroyed their home and even if you weren't like those people they still despised you.

But none despised you more than Aonung, the Olo'eyktans son. He would insult you every chance he got and would humiliate you infront of everyone.

You sat with Tsireya in her marui helping make new beaded tops since she insisted you wear traditional na'vi clothing.

Tsireya was your only friend besides Rotxo, they warmed up to you quickly after realizing you were harmless. Aonung never did and still ridiculed his baby sister for being friends with a sky demon.

Speak of the akula "Sister our parents need you, now" Aonung says as he walks through the flaps of the marui.

Tsireya sighed setting down the materials before standing up facing her brother "Ok I'll go, y/n you can stay here if you want" she bid you goodbye then walked out the marui towards her parents marui.

You ignored Aonung's burning gaze keeping your focus on the top, "You do not belong here vrrtep, leave" he hisses.

Looking up towards him you raise an eyebrow "Yeah? What else is new? You say that everyday like it's going to magically make me disappear."

A growl rumbles through him as he stalks towards you "I wish it would, that way I no longer have to deal with you."

Scoffing you roll your eyes "I have done NOTHING to you and yet you treat me like this. I get you hate humans for what they have done but I am nothing like them."

Before you have a chance to speak again your body is pinned to the ground with Aonung ontop of you baring his fangs "Shut your little mouth vrrtep!"

A small whimper leaves your lips as you feel wetness pooling in your panties. Aonung suddenly stiffs as your arousal invades his nostrils.

It was at this moment she knew, she fucked up.

"The little slut enjoys this?" He taunts sitting up now, "Strip for me vrrtep."

Rolling your eyes you sit up only to grab the fish Tsireya was going to cook later and slapped him across the face with it.

"Did you just slap me with a fish?" The na'vi asked while glaring daggers through you. "I did and I'll do it again, I'm not stripping for you fishlips"

That was the last straw, in an instant Aonung had ripped off your pants along with your panties and shirt. You cursed yourself for not wearing a bra today.

The metkayina then took off his own loincloth and pushed you to lay on your back while he crawled ontop of you. "You'll be a good little demon yes?" He purrs lining his dick with your soaked hole.

"Aonung wa-!" A high pitched scream leaves your mouth as he starts pushing inside you, inch by inch you can feel his cock drag against your gummy walls.

The na'vi grits his teeth trying to focus on not cumming so soon but shit you felt so tight around him.

You admit the stretch was painful as hell but it subsided with pleasure after awhile, by this point Aonung should've bottomed out but he didn't.

As if reading your mind he chuckled "You can't take all of me hì'i evenge, look how deep I already am inside you"

Your gaze goes from him to your stomach where a buldge is already starting to show. You move your hips up to create some friction "Aonung please.."

"Alright vrrtep” the teal man grins before pulling away only to slam back inside. You’ve never felt so full in your entire life, eywa he felt so amazing.

With each thrust he knocks the breath out of your lungs, you can tell though that he’s holding back from plunging his entire length into you and fucking you completely senseless.

“Fuck..should’ve done this a long time ago..” he groans above you “Such a good girl y/n..”

Your too fucked out to even process what he just said, your mewls fill his ears as he lays a hand on your stomach pressing down on the bulge.

Immediately a scream leaves you as you cum hard squirting on his stomach and thighs, your walls fluttered around him making you feel even tighter around his cock.

His thrusts became sloppy so you knew he was getting close “Eywa y/n.. Now that I had you I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go”

[rosiebeetle]

A night at the carnival, one shot idea from @c0zmo-writes will be posting to ao3 when it's back up!

The car slowly stopped in the grassy field right at the gates entrance of the fair.

“Are you three absolutely sure nobody will suspect anything?” Chuck's gruff voice looked right into the mirror back at the demon and the two ghosts in the back seat.

“Are you really doubting me and scarecrows abilities here chucky? Ain't nobody gonna suspect we're dead” Lydia and Beetlejuice spent hours making the maitlands look as human as they possibly could. With a little help of beetlejuice's magic it worked!

Barbara had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail wearing short overalls with a rainbow bright t shirt underneath. Her head wound looked like it was just a scar with a little bit of beetle juice.

Adam had his hair more “messy” than he enjoyed. Instead of hair sprayed to all hell it was fluffy and flowy due to Lydia and beetlejuices nagging. His outfit was as “sloppy” as he could handle. A t-shirt tucked into his dark blue jeans and a pair of vans Beetlejuice “borrowed” from the mall.

Beetlejuice looked clean for once. His sickly pale was now more brown and healthy looking, bright yellow eyes now a more calmed down amber. His horrid suit was replaced with a megadeth shirt with holes in the collar, a pair of black and white tripp pants and some spiked bracelets. Oh and don't forget the spiked pitbull collar he totally didn't steal from the neighbors pitty that 100% didn't have fleas. His hair was still that green monstrosity but more curled due to millions of years of grime and grease no longer on it.

Compared to his partners he looked the polar opposite.. Lydia on the other hand looked like his little twin. The same t-shirt, same bracelets but of course with a pair of ripped black shorts and her signature spider web tights.

“No I'm just- never mind. Lydia you remember you call Mr juice if you need anything?” Charles turned to his daughter and got a fast nod in response. “Mr juice, do you remember how to use a cell phone correct?”

“Yes yes I remember hurry up and unlock the door chuck!” He let out an over dramatic sigh as he reached over Adam and started pulling at the door handle. Charles rolled his eyes and clicked the unlock button.

Without much warning Beetlejuice climbed over Adam with a big grin on his face but soon it wiped away from him falling face first into the dirt causing Lydia to let out a cackle.

He quickly got up and wiped the dirt and rocks from his mouth trying to spit out as much as he can. He'd eat dirt anytime but not dirt that people have been doing god knows what on all night.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Barbara's voice was soft as honey, putting a hand on his chest and shoulder. No matter the amount of attention he ever got from the maitlands they never failed to make his dead cold heart want to explode out of his chest.

“Ew your hairs all pink and shit” Lydia rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. “Language” Barbara Adam and Charles said in unison causing the teen to roll her eyes again.

“I'm going to put nair into your shampoo, “ he threatened. Of course he never would though. With a quick flip of the bird Lydia was off to go find her friends.

“Please Beetlejuice, make sure she's safe tonight” Charles' voice was quieter, more serious.

Beetlejuice gave a small salute with a big grin on his face. “Nobody's gonna hurt lyds chuck, if they do their hands are gonna get bit off” he chomped his teeth before grabbing the maitlands hands and running into the fair with them.

Charles let out a soft sigh and smile as the 4 walked in. “She'll be ok” he reassured himself and drove back home.

“Adam I will literally shower for a WEEK straight if you get on this ride with me” Beetlejuice pleaded, shaking Adam by the shoulders.

“You're suggesting the worst ride out of this entire fair! I am not going on that monstrosity of a ride!” He huffed and pushed beetlejuice's hands off his shoulders.

The ride Beetlejuice had been hinting at was called the zipper. One of the most dangerous rides a fair can legally get.

“Oh come on A-Dog look that attendent is a perfectly capable adult looking person! And besides, it's not like!-” Barbara put a finger to his lips shushing him since he was being loud. “It's not like you can die” he said quieter to calm Barbara down.

“Beetlejuice, that's a fourteen year old boy, I've seen him when we go to pick Lydia up sometimes and he's not even paying attention, he's vaping in the booth.” Adams' eyes narrowed at Beetlejuice.

“Ok yeah he has flaws but adammm” he whined moving his hands to Adams waist. “Please! I'll brush I'll scrub I'll eat ‘healthy’ shit just go on this with me!” He gently shook Adam again.

A light blush dusted across Adams face and he let out a sigh. “Fine- but if this ride breaks while we are all on it you're doing the full self care works for a MONTH” he looked Beetlejuice dead in the eyes.

“DEAL LET'S GO” Beetlejuice jumped a few times before grabbing their hand and pulling them to the line.

“I think I change my mind i can't i-” Adam immediately regretted his decision as soon as he realized the seat belt was just a chain that went across their bodies and that they hand to stand

“We'll be fine!” Beetlejuice grinned at him and held his hand a bit tighter.

Adam tensed as he heard gears whirring and he wrapped himself around beetlejuice's forearm Barbara giggling at the sight.

Soon the three were being tossed around, Beetlejuice's maniacal laughter rang through the fair, he was pretty sure Lydia could hear it too, wherever the hell she was. Barbara was laughing her own ass off as Adam just yelled about how hard he's going to force Beetlejuice to scrub his teeth as they started to float around in the small metal basket and hit the ceiling and walls.

After about 5 minutes of pure hell to Adam due to some of the teenagers demanding a longer ride it was finally over. Barbara and Beetlejuice stepped out looking perfectly fine but Adam stumbled out looking like he just had a one night stand. Glasses askew, his hair messed up and parted wrong, shirt untucked and he was dizzy to all hell.

“Your- your going to scrub your teeth for 5 minutes and use shampoo- oh dear” he fell into Beetlejuice trying to get his body to work again after being rough housed by an evil carnival ride.

Beetlejuice laughed and picked Adam up bridal style so he didn't have to walk, snapping his fingers and he looked fine again. “Anything you want sexy, thanks” he pressed a kiss to Adam's cheek.

“Oh can we get some food? I've always wanted to try those giant turkey legs!” Barbara smiled and hooked her arm around beetlejuices, already pulling him towards the mass amount of food trucks before he even agreed.

“Oh hell yeah babs!” He flashed her a toothy grin before letting her pull him to the food trucks.

After way too many fried Oreos, funnel cakes and an absolute mess of deep fried monstrosities, tacos, potatoes and a turkey leg they finished.

Beetlejuice let out a loud burp making Adam and barbs face cringe. “Holy shit I forgot how those made my stomach feel”

“Maybe you shouldn't have ate 5 of almost everything bug” Barbara said after swallowing the last bite of her taco. She didn't have as much as Beetlejuice, she had her turkey leg, three tacos and a banana split.

“6 baskets of deep fried Oreos probably wasn't the best decision” Adam agreed as he crunched on his ice cream cone. He only had a taco, a baked potato and his ice cream cone.

“Six baskets of Oreos probably wasn't the best decision” he mocked in a baby voice. “This stomach is a bottomless pit made of iron. I'll be fine it's jus some gas” he grabbed his root beer can and chugged it down before tossing it into the trash can near the table.

“Well now we're gonna have to wait a bit to get on another ride-” Barbara spoke and Adam smiled, the longer he didn't have to go on a ride the better.

“Hell no!” Beetlejuice shot up and slammed his hands onto the table. “I'll be fine! Now c'mon that spinny thing is calling my name-” he pulled Adam and Barbara from their seats and began to walk them over to this giant disc looking ride that spun called the ufo.

After a minute and 30 seconds of spinning him and Barbara stumbled out, Adam who insisted on sitting this ride out already had a plastic bag at the ready.

(EMETOPHOBIA)

“Holy fuck Adam you should have-” he gagged and quickly snatched the bag from Adams hands, puking into it.

Adam groaned as he heard the noise and looked away. Beetlejuice wiped his mouth and

(YOUR GOOD NOW!!)

Vanished the bag away.

“Ok, no more rides for you-” Barbara said in a worried tone.

Beetlejuice shook his body like a dog to get him back to full energy. “No, I'm fine! Just a few more rides babes-”

“Absolutely not, I don't need you doing that all night” Barbara sounded more stern as he stared into his eyes. The tips of beetlejuice's hair slowly grew pink.

“Fine” he said in a quieter tone as he cleared his throat and tried to calm himself down a bit. “There are plenty of games we can do” and like that his big cocky grin was back, dragging his partners to the games.

After easily winning (beetlejuice cheated every time) carney games Barbara and Adam had some smaller stuffed animals in their hands as they walked around.

Barbara was more behind the boys not paying attention until her eyes landed on a giant 7ft green and blue penguin. She gasped and stopped dead in her tracks, dropping her smaller stuffed animals as she looked at the thing in aw. “BEETLEJUICE” she yelled like she was getting murdered.

The boys had walked a bit ahead not noticing how far they had gone from barb, beetlejuice hearing his name being screamed he immediately went into fight mode, rounded fingernails turning into sharp claws and normal looking teeth turning into jagged spikes. He appeared next to Barbara glancing around.

“What? What happened, who where?” He asked quickly, wrapping an arm around her waist as Adam ran back to the two.

“That!” She pointed at the penguin with a bright grin.

“That?” Beetlejuice said in a confused tone, realizing there was no danger the claws and the sharp teeth vanished. “You screamed bloody murder because of that?” He was met with a nod.

He softly smiled at how happy she seemed to be just by looking at the penguin. “I'll get you it, gimme a minute babes” he pressed a kiss to her cheek and walked to the stand.

“Barbara what happened you ok?” He said a bit frantically.

“Yes yes I'm fine! Beetlejuice is winning me a penguin!” She smiled ear to ear and pointed at the giant stuffed animal.

“Barbara you really can't be screaming like that for a-” “WHAT THE FUCK?” Beetlejuice growled out.

Adam looked over and saw the roots of his hair slowly go red. It was just a simple game, throw a basketball through the hoop 4 times and you get a giant stuffie.

“This shits ridged!” “Listen man if you're just shit at the game you don't gotta complain about it.” “Your stupid fucking-” Beetlejuice paused at a hand being placed on his shoulder.

“Beetle it's fine I don't need the penguin-” it was Barbara, she looked a bit upset but her smile was still there. “I can probably get one off Amazon”

“Yeah but you want this penguin so-” he was cut off. “It's fine bug.. Really, let's just go get in line for the Ferris wheel before it gets too long.”

“Yeah man listen to your girl” the carney said with a yawn. He growled and shot a glare at the teenage boy before getting an idea, his angry expression softening. “Yeah fine- I'm gonna try one more time you guys go ahead.”

“Don't do anything stupid ok?” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, the red in his hair being replaced by a soft pink. “Wouldn't dream of it,” he smiled.

Once Barbara and Adam were out of sight he glanced around, nobody was really paying attention. He hopped over the stand and grabbed the worker by the shirt. “Listen you little shit your going to give me that fucking penguin or I'm going to give you nightmares so bad they are going to put you in a asylum.” He growled out, letting his voice distort and his human facade melt away on his face, cat-like eyes piercing into the humans.

The carney quickly nodded and beetlejuice let go of him, the worker scrambled to his feet and pulled the giant penguin off the hook. By the time the carney went to hand it back to beetlejuice he looked completely normal. “Thanks jackass!” He grinned and snapped his fingers. The hoops that had been pressed to ovals were now perfectly round and easy for people to win.

“I wonder what's taking him so long” Barbara thrummed her fingers against the metal gate that was forcing everyone into a line. “Maybe he got lost I can go-” Adam cut himself off at the sight of a giant penguin running towards them.

Beetlejuice lifted it over his head. “BARBIE DOLL! “ he yelled to get barbs ' attention. She gasped and let out a squeal at the sight. Beetlejuice in a surprisingly polite manner made his way to the front of the Ferris wheel line to them and handed barb the penguin. “Oh my god he's perfect!” She said with a big grin. The thing was huge, she couldn't even wrap her arms around it.

They had to leave their items near the front of the line since of how small the cart was unfortunately but they were all on the classic carnival ride now. It was a bit cramped but beetlejuice didn't mind at all. The maitlands pressed up against him. They were both still deathly cold but he swore he could feel some form of heat rubbing off on him.

“Thank you” Barbara said quietly as the cart slowly made its way to the top.

“For what?” beetlejuice pulled his arms out from between the maitlands and wrapped each arm around their shoulders, holding them tight, Adam a bit tighter because he could basically feel how nervous he was.

“For suggesting this, in all our years of living in winter river this is only the second time we ever went to this fair.” Beetlejuice was a bit confused on this, he would have thought they would jump on having a cheesy cliche carnival date every time they got the chance to but then again Adam was terrified of almost ever ride they had put him on even the kiddy rides.

“Well, you're welcome from saving you from having the most boring Friday night of your lives,” he smiled at both of them.

“It's kinda impossible to have a boring day with you here” Adam finally spoke, he didn't seem as afraid anymore once they reached the top. Adam's head rested on beetlejuice's shoulder and his left hand held the hand on his own shoulder, Barbara doing the same. The maitlands hands went to his lap so they could hold each other's hands.

Fuck if beetlejuice was alive his heart would have probably exploded. His hair was so neon pink it practically glowed in the night. He kept his gaze forward, looking down at the carnival's lights as the Ferris wheel came to a stop as they were atop.

“I love you guys” he blurted out. “I love you to beej” “I love you to bug” Barbara and Adam spoke softly.

God he never wanted this moment to end. With a little bit of demon magic the carnival ride of so tragically suddenly didn't want to keep working so it was going to be stuck in this position for a good 20 minutes now. The people in line would be waiting for a while but he didn't give a shit. He was there in a perfect moment with two of the most perfect newlydeads in the world.

[codecicle]

Hiii for no particular reason in particular. Particularly. I was wondering if u had any other codeflippa hcs as u r the #1 codeflippa fan

HELLO HI YES HELLO IS THIS THING ON?? [tapping on microphone] HELLOOOOOO oh im yelling okay sorry sorry,,, sweet yeagh I've always got a few!!

codeflippa doesn't really communicate through normal talking, the same way juanaflippa was selectively mute and mainly communicates through a notebook (that mariana made with her. mariana and flippa went out to kill some cows for leather and on their trip over to foolish's house they stole some sugar cane to make paper and mariana binded it all together with a custom made pen and patches on the front just for flippa. it now sits in front of her grave/statue at mariana's house) codeflippa communicates through tts or typing. she tried to communicate through a notebook charlie gave her when she first showed up at the house, but she struggled because the code on her arms would glitch and make her shake too much to write legibly so charlie hacked his communicator (the qsmp global chat LMAO) and instead of her sending messages to the server, she could type her words and have them read outloud to whoever needs to hear it. she can talk, but just prefers not to for comfort.

juanaflippa also could talk but preferred not to for the same reasons, but she used to make dragon noises as a stim whenever she was happy ^_^ she chirped and purred and clicked whenever she wanted. most of the time it was really really quiet, her main stims being completely silent. she made tons of noise, but it was all relatively quiter. codeflippa does these same stims, but the code has really obviously spread to her tongue and she beeps and makes janky, loud dial-up noises and twitches as stims much more than juanaflippa. codeflippa's chirps sound corrupted, nearly like she's in pain. Charlie used to mimic flippas stim noises (kinda like how you try to perfectly match the way a cat meows at you) and once codeflippa came around it became much more difficult to do accurately. he tried to convince himself once the code spread up to his tongue that the reason his voice sounded corrupted was because he's finally gotten so good at mimicking codeflippa's stims, but he was always confused if it hurt this much for her or if his vocal chords just weren't used to it. he chalked it up to him not being used to it yet, and as the code infection got worse through his whole body the pain went away! instead of sharp pain, it was just pins and needles whenever he mimicked the way she sounded ^_^

i also think juanaflippa's original clothes were made by charlie at first, but when mariana was taking care of her he would rip apart his own clothes that he grew out of and dye the fabrics new colors and sew them back together for juanaflippa. she had sensory issues with the way most of the free federation clothes fit and felt on her scales and skin, AND she needed to have a custom hole in the skirts for her tail, so mariana would sew his old worn down (and very very comfortable/comforting to flippa) clothes into new skirts or shirts for her. after flippa died, charlie wanted that bonding experience and criticized mariana for never teaching him so he could help. roier set both of them up so mariana was able to teach charlie and charlie hated it the whole time, but it meant he was able to see his bitch (pretty) fucking wife for a bit longer to take away the pain of their isolation after flippas death. charlie never thought he would need that skill ever again, until codeflippa showed up and needed custom made clothes because her tail didn't work with most skirts, and her code gave her intense sensory issues with most pants and shirts charlie stole from the federation for her. he ripped up his fabrics and dyed them to makes skirts for her, and just like flippa she wanted to wear one of his oversized "so yeah, I'm a gamer" shirts for comfort instead of her own. charlie could never say no to her, so instead of making her a custom one just for her, he found his favorite of those shirts (he has like 20 like a cartoon character LMAOOO) and gave it to her after he had painted over the hearts on the shirt so they had pieces of code on them (he did the same to all the shirts so they would match and she wouldn't feel alone)

[hernakedmuse]

Amberline

Part II

Disclaimer: It's not good or proofread. This fic will have mature content, it will not stay sut free for long...

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I was hiding from Gretchen.

Okay, that's not true.

I was hiding from Gretchen and her friends Sonia and Jerrica. I wasn't in the mood to answer questions about why I wear my hair like Morticia Addams according to Jerrica, or listening to Sonia obsess over Kyle's angst and why she would be good for him.

Sonia is very off, whenever she sees Kyle with another girl, she acts like a jealous girlfriend. Sometimes she'll give him the cold shoulder, and naturally he won't even notice. That one week when he was with Kayla Kendall, Sonia sobbed in the girl's bathroom, wrote Kayla Kendall has herpes on the bathroom wall, ripped up her diary which apparently consisted only of Kyle and attempted to flush the pages down the toilet which only caused a flood.

She now has a week of detention.

I like them though.  I think Gretchen is nice to talk to, I opened up about my old friends ignoring me and told her it felt nice to be included. Last week we had a sleepover at Jerrica's. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the girls like scary movies too, and they let me pick the movies since I work at Blockbusters and get the discount. We watched Scream, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Slumber Party Massacre II, and Donnie Darko. We had pizza hut and of course talked about Kyle. They can't stop talking about how he approached me at morning mass that day, but I reminded them that he hasn't approached me since. He was probably just intrigued because I was a girl he hadn't seen before.

I hated how that made me feel sad and insignificant, because I couldn't stop thinking about him. And when he wasn't paying any attention to me, which was often, I would watch him. I'm writing a story about a serial killer who has fallen obsessed and in love with this girl who feels all alone. The killer is an actor and no one suspects his crimes, I based him off of Kyle. Down to those loose, satin curls of his.

I think about him so often, I even made a CD of songs that remind me of him.

I'd never admit that out loud, how I would die of embarrassment if I was another girl obsessing over the mad, bad, and dangerous to know Kyle Scheible. 

But yes, I was hiding from my new friends. It's very hard reading around them, and lately I've been enthralled by Flowers in the Attic, a book that the school and most schools have banned. It had lies, murder, incest, everything horrid and written like poetry.

I was hiding beneath a tree on the school property, headphones on and listening to Hole's Live Through This, album to set the mood right.

It was a hot September day, I had two buttons undone on my school shirt and my socks scrunched down, one leg laying down as the other was hitched up. My hair was piled up on top of my head and held together by a tortoise shell banana clip, a myriad of my raven strands fell from the clasp. But it was off my neck and that was what's important. 

I swallowed the words on the pages with greed until I felt someone beside me. I froze when I saw long pale fingers, a disproportionate thumb resting on the page, teasing its hem. I smelled laundry detergent, cigarettes, and a spicy cologne smell as I felt someone against me.

I pushed my headphones down to rest around my neck and looked up to find Kyle reading the words on the page of my book with intensity.

Instead of demanding what his problem was, I found myself studying his perfect profile. His prominent Adam's apple I wanted to suck on, the razor sharp jawline and his aquiline nose. His eyes look greener today, like marble green. His hair fell in his face and I had the strongest desire to brush it away, but the breeze did that for me and I envied that breeze for doing so.

"“Around us, below us, this huge house seemed a monster, holding us in its sharp-toothed mouth. If we moved, whispered, breathed heavily, we’d be swallowed and digested.” You really are little Miss-Scare-All, aren't you Amberline?" He finally took his eyes off of the page after reading that excerpt, to stare intimidatingly into my eyes.

I swallowed, my chest rose and fell from my hammering heart, his eyes briefly dropped down to my heaving breasts like some dirty romance novel.  We were so close, I could almost taste his neck. I could bite his collarbone if I wanted.

"How do you know my name?"

His eyes remained dead but a silver of a smirk decorated his lips. "I asked your friend, Gretchen. She nearly uh…had a heart attack though." He chuckled breathily. "You're a little hard to track down Amberline Frasier, someone said you were in the art room and you weren't.  You take the bus to whoever or wherever knows where, and you work at Blockbusters but I never see you there."

He was looking for me? I was speechless, there was nothing special about me, I'm not pretty or interesting or social.  I have no interest in climbing up the high school social ladder. 

He brushed his fingers against my naked thigh, I didn't stop him or feel offense, I just wanted him to never stop touching.  

"Everyone is calling you a witch." He smirked.

"Oh…that's okay…"

His smirk almost formed into a smile and he leaned in closer, slipping something into my bag. "Your lack of care for what your peers think of you, is intriguing." He then stood up. How someone could rise from the grass so smoothly, I'll never know. 

But he was gone as quick as he arrived. I looked at what he slipped into my backpack, finding a copy of The Crucible, I opened the book to the bookmarked page, and there highlighted the quote "‘— a death-ridden woman, haunted by dreams.’". 

Then a ripped piece of paper was paperclipped to the page in messy handwriting, reading, "meet me after school in the parking lot, tell me what haunts you. I want to know about the witch of Immaculate Heart." - Kyle

@meetmyothersouls

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Okay, I’m torn between two prompts, so can I request either “feeling their pulse” or “bandaging/stitching up an injury” for Gabe and Stanislaw, please?

Too bad there’s no “feeling other’s mustache” prompt, it could be such a simple choice then…

I'll never live that typo down, will I...

The heavy clouds of dust slowly settled on the ground to the sound of the last stones rolling down from the slope. Stanislaw slowly rose to his feet, coughing and trying to pull clear air into his lungs again. He blinked rapidly and tried to look around.

"General Núñez!" He raised his hands to his mouth to strengthen his voice and quickly pulled them back down with a loud hiss.

"I'm here," Gabe coughed out from behind him.

"Are you alright?" Stanislaw asked, rolling back his shoulder.

"Yes, yes." Gabe looked over himself then nodded his head and Stanislaw. "What's with your arm?"

Stanislaw frowned.

"I think it's dislocated. Do you know how to set it right?"

Gabe nodded and went over to him.

"Alright, on three. One, two- gAAAAH!" Sharp scream escaped Stanislaw throat as Gabe pulled, followed by a few words Gabe didn't need to know Lachian to understand.

"Is this how they teach you first aid at the knight academies now?"

Gabe grinned a crooked smile.

"I wouldn't know. Anyway, we should probably look for another way out of here." He looked between the pile of rubble and the steep walls of the ravine.

Stanislaw hummed in agreement and followed his gaze.

"I'd say we go back to the - HOLY MOTHER OF-" Stanislaw gasped and slapped a hand against his mouth. "General, don't move." He said slowly.

"What? Why?" Gabe asked, but he complied, only turning his head to look at him.

Meanwhile Stanislaw threw his jacket to the ground, took off his shirt and started to rip it apart.

"Wha- King Stanislaw! What are you doing?!"

"I said, don't move!" Stanislaw snapped. "What? Did you take bandages with you when going on an afternoon stroll?"

Stanislaw walked over to Gabe and gestured him to sit down on a boulder, while he tied the fabric into makeshift bandages.

Gabe sat down, but he furrowed his brows and started "But why would I need..." before he finally understood Stanislaw's behavior.

"We don't have anything to actually clear the wound, so I'll just try to stop the blood loss... It might hurt a little." Gabe heard before a sharp pain in his back forced out a scream from his lungs. Suddenly the whole world got covered by dancing black spots and he felt himself fall forward. He tried to keep himself upright and not focus on the pain tearing his body apart.

"Everything's fine, it's just adrenaline wearing off," Stanislaw tried to sound encouraging and hide the tension in his own voice.

He wrapped the bandages a few times around Gabe's chest, making sure it wouldn't slide off when he stood up. Gabe took a deep breath. And another one. And one more.

"It doesn't seem to be deep, the beast merely scratched you," Stanislaw assured him.

Finally Gabe's breathing came back to normal. After a moment more he even stopped swaying and could focus his sight on his shoes. The pain was still there, but the panic disappeared.

"Are you sure? It sure felt like more than a scratch." He even attempted at a joke.

"Oh pff," Stanislaw scoffed and laughed. "What's a mere litre of blood for a knight."

Silence fell on the ravine again, as Stanislaw continued his work, and Gabe got lost in his thoughts. Surrounded by sharp slopes of the ravine and a pile of stones that had buried the monster underneath, and trying to steer his thoughts away from the pain, he couldn't help but try to remember when he could've gotten wounded. He scowled, remembering how paralyzed he was when the beast attacked and how he completely didn't know what to do...

"So..." Stanislaw picked up again, pulling him out of his thoughts. Catching Gabe's gaze, he continued. "What's bothering you?"

"You mean other than the gaping hole in my back?" Gabe chuckled.

Stanislaw chuckled lightly too, but immediately became serious again as he said: "I saw men wincing in pain before. It's a different kind of frown."

Gabe pursed his lips and looked away.

"You don't have to tell me," Stanislaw continued. "After all we don't know each other all that well. But I've learned that sometimes it's better to throw your words off on an objective listener than to keep them all inside. And who knows," He shrugged. "I've lived my fair share of experiences already, maybe I could even help you somehow."

Gabe remained silent. Stanislaw was right, they didn't know each other well, actually only the one week Gabe has been in Lachia so far, not counting the stories they've both heard about the other from sir Michał, but Gabe felt that he already had gotten a pretty good idea of what kind of person Stanislaw was. He was sure of one thing, if he didn't want to talk, Stanislaw wouldn't pressure him. But, well, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea... Before he could decide Stanislaw spoke up again.

"You're not holding a grudge against me, are you general?" Gabe snapped his head in his direction, his brows raised almost to his hairline. Stanislaw now seemed even more focused on the bandages than before and Gabe couldn't really read his expression. "I want you to know that I meant no insult by that. I have heard and seen more than enough to know that you could've handled it yourself, so..." he looked up at him, but even then his expression remained unreadable. "If I had somehow damaged your honor, I want to apologise."

Gabe looked at him with wide eyes for a moment as his brain tried to process Stanislaw words. Finally when he translated everything in his mind from Latin to Avaloran, from Avaloran to Gabe and back again, he realized that Stanislaw must've completely misunderstood his reaction.

"Wha- apologize? For what?" He sputtered out. "No, no, your highness, if anything I should be the one to apologise, after being absolutely useless in the fight."

"Useless? That's not how I remember it." Stanislaw's voice suddenly sounded much softer.

Gabe frowned and felt the feelings that have been accumulating for the past few days, finally come to surface.

"Yeah? Because I remember that I lost my sword in the first 5 minutes of the fight and then couldn't even keep the monster away from the others - not to mention that apparently I let myself get wounded and didn't even notice!"

Stansislaw shook his head.

"No, what I saw, was a young knight, in a foreign land, facing an unknown beast, who despite loosing his weapon still tried his best to protect those around him. Those are all virtues for a..."

"A knight?" Gabe's voice sounded sharper than he intended it but he only gritted his teeth harder. If anything he can blame the irritation on blood loss. "Well here's the problem, I'm not a knight, I'm just a soldier. Everyone here talks so much about knighthood and honor and glorious deeds and it's just-!" He hissed, his sudden movement causing him pain. "And it's all true. All the stories I've heard from sir Michał about Lachian knights, about you... They're all true. Even better than what I've heard." He cast his eyes aside, not wanting to look at Stanislaw anymore, but he only chuckled.

"Are you sure? Michał does like to color his stories up."

Gabe was already shaking his head.

"You have defeated a beast the size of 3 horses, with claws to match, in less than 20 minutes, without even pulling your sabre out. And before that, when one of Mateo's spells went rampant, you immediately knew what to do - and you said so yourself that you've never dealt with Avaloran magic before! And you have defeated two dragons in your life! And probably a countless of other weird monsters and just- you're literally called Lachia's first knight!" Gabe threw out one sentence after the other, gesturing wildly, until finally he found his tongue empty of more arguments. "...and I've never even went to a military school, much less a knight academy."

A heavy silence fell onto the ravine after Gabe's words. Stanislaw continued to patch him up, but neither of the men looked the other in the eye. Finally he tied the end of the makeshift bandage. Gabe took a few deep breaths to check how it would hold, while Stanislaw turned away to put his jacket back on. And when they were still not facing each other, he broke the thickening silence.

"Neither did I."

Gabe turned around in place. Stanislaw didn't rise his eyes from the buttons of his jacket, his voice sounded nonchalantly, but Gabe couldn't tell if the tone was sincere.

"I haven't even held a sword in hand until I was what? 20? And I can't really beat Michał to this day, when it comes to it. Now tell me something general," he said turning around. "How long have you been a guard?"

"Uh, 6 years?" Gabe answered, unsure where Stanislaw was going with this.

"Mhm, so that's over five times less than I've been called a knight." Stanislaw nodded slowly, his face taking on a thoughtful expression. "And before that? Since you said you didn't learn to be a guard, what did you plan to do? Who were your parents?"

Gabe frowned.

"I was supposed to take over my dad's bakery."

"And I was a shoe maker." Stanislaw smiled gently. "Okay, one last question, general - how many knights are there in Avalor?"

Gabe opened his mouth to answer and immediately closed it. How many knights are there in Avalor? He never really thought about it before coming to Lachia. Any knights he knew personally, were foreigners or at least have studied at one of the Enchancian or Brazendellian academies. He was also pretty sure there were a few old nobles who had their titles brought back by Elena, after Shuriki nullified them. Although according to her, there used to be knights under her father's reign, and according to all those books he used to read...

Apparently the silence was enough of an answer for Stanislaw. His smile became wider and he continued.

"So you see, general, you may not be called a knight, but in those 6 years you've been a guard, you've defeated countless foes and monsters, helped defeat ancient spirits and revolutionized the Avaloran military system. If it was up to me I'd make you a knight ten times sooner than half of the overenthused morons that graduate the academy every year." He walked over to Gabe and put his hands on his shoulders, serious, but not trying to hide his smile. "It's not the title that makes the knight, but the noble deeds that you've already been commiting for your whole life. After all, it's not the title that tells of the virtues, but the virtues that make for the title. Never forget that."

Gabe felt his throat tighten and turned his head to hide the tears coming to his eyes.

"Thank you," he only managed to squeak out, before Stanislaw pulled him into a strong hug.

Gabe chuckled as they let go.

"You know, your highness, Elena actually taught me a similar lesson way back when I became captain." He discreetly wiped the tears out if the corners of his eyes. "Although I'm glad this time I didn't need to get cursed to remember that."

"Oh?" Stanislaw's eyes lit up with curiosity. He walked over to Gabe and helped him stand up, letting him lean on his shoulders. "Now that sounds like a story I need to hear. But first -" he extender his hand towards him. "Let's drop the titles. Stanislaw."

Gabe shook his hand with a wide smile.

"Gabe."

They turned towards the other path leading out of the ravine.

"So Gabe," Stanislaw wasn't even trying to hide his curiosity anymore. "How did you get cursed becoming a captain?"

Gabe laughed.

"Well, it's a bit embarrassing, actually. You see, there was this contest..."

Okay so this came out a bit longer than the rest, uuuuuh... But it's because of Stanislaw alright, he has OC privileges.

Prompt lists

[halteinfachmaldeinefresse]

tagged by @underxstars thank you!

Share your wallpaper (phone):

(i change that shit once a year, so this is still louis tomlinson related)

Last song you listend to: wenn man das drei ??? Intro mit rechnen kann, dann das. Sonst - Let's Roll - Freeman Camper playlist

Current read: tbh i have at least 3 books started but the main one is- Priory of the orange tree.

Last movie: bro I really don't know

Craving: lots of food & no work, I wanna go home and cry

What are you wearing right now: work clothes: blue sweatpants & white t shirt. Beside that, black ripped jeans, a really comfortable grafic t shirt and my jeans jacket,

How tall are you: 1.70m ?

Piercings: septum & right ear conch (and the basic ear holes) I want to pirce the shit out of my skin tho, once the last is fully healed

Tattoo: none sadly. but one day when I'm not scared of tattoo studios and have a plan of what I wanna get. (but I wanna do a stick & poke on my own, so we see how that works.

Glasses? Contacts? : yes but I forgot to put them on today

Last drink: water, I love water

Last show: Polizeiruf 110 - Staffel 22 bc Moritz Brenner !

Last thing you ate: Cookies🍪

Favourite colour: alle? irgendwo zwischen Seegrün und Meerblau

Current obsession: don't ask that, die drei ??? und Tatort?

Unrelated obsession: Feminismus/ Patrichale Strukturen, mushrooms & words/ literatur

Any pets: a cat, who i was really scared of but now i adore them

Do you have a crush on anyone: no, i have no idea what love is bro that shit is complicated

Favourite fictional character: oh god I like them all and get so invested in them that I will not choose. but the current one, who kind of helps regulate my emotions is probably skinny norris?

Last place you traveld: i dont really travel so probably my grandma or smt

im tagging @maxwellshimbo & everybody who sees this!🥰

[squippy360]

Give us more hypnotize slave!stucky please. Those fics are so gooood😭

Of course 💅

DarkDom!Male Reader x SlaveSub!Stucky

Cw:(praise, degrading, spanking, collars, hints of ddlb themes, cute steve rogers and bucky barnes,)

I got home after a long day of HYDRA work and quietly entered my house. I grumbled as I shoved off my jacket and shoes, making my way upstairs. I opened our bedroom door and saw Bucky and Steve sleeping in our King-sized bed. My heart melted at their cute sleeping faces. I quietly went to the bathroom to shower. I got ready and finally got in. 

I let out a groan at the warm water hitting my aching muscles. I slowly scrubbed the dirt and grime from today off and relaxed at the showers for a bit longer. 

Once I was done, I walked out of the showers and went to our bedroom. I curled against Steve's back and gently stroked Bucky's hair. It was so soft. I smiled and lightly pecked the nape of Steve's neck. "Pretty boys~ Being all cuddled up for me~" I whispered, smirking when I felt them whine and squirm. 

"Daddy…?" Bucky mumbled and hid his face in Steve's chest. I cooed at them. "Aww, Baby~ Daddy's right here~" I whispered and wrapped my arms around them. "Did you eat today?" I asked quietly. 

Bucky rolled over Steve and got in between my legs. "I haven't eaten anything since noon…but I'm hungry for something else, Daddy~" Bucky mumbled and pulled my PJ pants and underwear down. I put my hand on his head and gripped his hair. He deep-throated my cock, wiggling his ass in the air. 

"S-Shit…" I breathed out and forced his head back up and back down. I groaned at the noises his throat would make while trying to take my cock. Steve whined next to me and flipped over, he was hiding his erection under the big froggy hoodie he was wearing (that he stole from u). 

"Daddy…It's hot~" Steve whimpered out and lifted his hoodie, revealing his pretty pink cock dripping with pre-cum. I threw my head back and shoved Bucky back down on my cock. My other hand wrapped around Steve's cock. I jerked it furiously and enjoyed the way his thighs shook and the way a cute blush went across his face. 

I let out a loud moan and came in Bucky's mouth. I blushed a bit as I watched Bucky's Adams apple bob while he swallowed my cum. I tilted his face up and looked at his fucked out expression. "Such a good boy~" I praised and saw his twitching cock in between his legs. "Please, Daddy~ Let me fuck Steve~ I wanna make him feel good this time…" Bucky said, fiddling with the sleeves of his soft black hoodie. "Of course, Baby Boy~ C'mere~" I cooed and pulled Steve on my lap. 

"Baby~ Do you want to have 2 cocks in you? Hm? Wanna get your brains fucked out on our cocks?" You mumbled in Steve's ear. His whole body began to shake with pleasure. "Yes please, Daddy!!" He begged. I smirked and layed down. I reached for the lube and made sure he and Bucky were properly lubed up. I let Steve sink down on my cock. 

"Oh Daddy!! So big!! I feel like I'm going to get ripped apart!!" Steve cried out. I let Steve lean down and rest his head on my shoulder, his hoodie flopping down onto his head. I helped Bucky into Steve's tight hole. "Damn~ You're tight~" I groaned. "I-It stings Daddy…" Steve whimpered. 

I stroked his back. "It's ok, Baby~ We can wait a bit~ I know it's your first time so we'll be gentle." I comforted him. We waited for a few minutes before Bucky started slowly moving, putting more lube on our cocks so we could move easier. Steve let out a mewl of pleasure and rocked against us. "Are you ready now, Baby?" I whispered. He nodded and clutched onto my shirt. "C'mon, Baby Boy~ Let's make him enjoy his first time being fucked~ " I gtowled and thrusted up into him. Bucky and Steve let out whimpers and high-pitched moans. "Daddy!! I'm gonna cum!! I-I can't hold it!!" Bucky begged. The jingle of their collars rang in my ears, making me smile. 

"Cum baby boy~ Paint his insides white~ Stuff him good~" I growled and gripped onto Steve's thighs. Bucky desperately humped Steve more. I snaked my hand under his tummy and jerked his cock off hard. His legs began twitching and he let out a long and loud keen. I bit his neck and slapped his ass. "Such a good fucking boy~ Being so obediant~" I growled. 

Steve arched his back and came on his and my tummy. I kissed my mark and slapped his ass again. "Come on, Baby~ I know you can cum more than that~" I smirked and went faster. Bucky cried out and came again. "L-Look at that~ You made a mess inside of my hoodie~ Dirty Boy~" I teased Steve. His whole body was shaking at this point. "S-SO GOOD!!" He cried out. I groaned and came in Steve, feeling my seed go deeper into his ass. 

I pulled out of Steve but let Bucky keep fucking him. I held his hips to keep him from collapsing on me. "Good boy~ Such an obedient cum slut~ We're going to get you pregnant~ Breed you with so many kids and those sweet milkers you've got~" I growled and pinched his nipples. He came again in his froggy hoodie. "Daddy…~" He slurred out, tears coming down his face and his eyes constantly rolling into the back of his head. 

"One more, Baby Boy~ Then we've got to let Steve rest." I told him. Bucky whimpered and went faster, aiming for that one spot in Steve that made him scream. I pulled Steve in a kiss and wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him down. Bucky bit Steve's hoodie and came inside 1 last time. He collapsed against Steve and twitched in pleasure. I flipped me and Steve over so that they were both lying down. 

"Such good boys~" I praised and went to get a rag to wipe them down. Steve curled against my right side and Bucky clung onto my left side. I cuddled them close and let them fall back asleep. 

Next up: sub!Peter parker x dom!Male reader

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Couch Fun

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! This is day one of Kinktober. Couldn't come up with a better title.

Day 1: Degradation & Leg Grinding

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg x male reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 860

Summary: you were just sitting on Karl's lap more specifically, his leg. And then things took a turn

DISCLAIMER: I never played or watched any gameplay of the resident evil series. So, don't be upset if something is wrong.

Thank You!: Credit goes to @softboy5393 for the plot.

I hope you enjoy this! Sorry if it's bad! And sorry for any errors that are found! I don't think I did the degradation right...

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Tags: @softboy5393

It was just a lazy day today. You were sitting on your boyfriend's lap, the one and only, Lord Karl Heisenberg. Yes, you were dating one of the four lords of the region.

He was just sitting down half-naked with his muscles and abs showing off. You had his shirt on, it was big on you, and you weren't wearing any pants only boxers.

You had one of your arms wrapped around his neck with his left arm wrapped around your waist. Your hands were roaming his chest, his grip on you began to tighten.

Then, Karl began to bounce his leg up and down. You were sitting on his lap but more specifically his leg. And this accidentally caused you to have a boner. 'Not now!' You yelled in your mind.

But he kept doing it, he was unaware that you were getting hard from him tapping his leg. He was stuck in his own little world. You began to grind against his leg, hoping he wouldn't notice.

Karl felt something hard moving against his thigh and looked to see you grinding your boner against his leg. He could hear you breathing hard and see your face all fluster.

"You're getting hard from me tapping my leg? Pathetic, little slut." Karl said into your ear with his deep voice that sent shivers down your spine.

You whimpered, tightening your arm around him. "How about removing those boxers? Show me that pathetic hard cock. Mmm, you know what? I'll remove them."

Before you knew it, Karl ripped your boxers off. You could feel his hand grope and squeeze your plump ass. "Maybe later, I'll get to pound this tight ass. Feel your ass clench around me." he kept saying in your ear.

You then felt a stinging pain on your ass. "Keep grinding, you fucking slut." You grind more against his leg. Pre-cum was leaking out of your cock and onto his leg.

"Look at you baby. Look how you’re cock is drooling on my leg, making it nice and slick." the air was getting thick around. More pre-cum was leaking out onto his leg as your grind faster.

"You want my fat cock tearing open your slutty hole? Want to be filled with hot cum. My cock is so hard right from watching my little whore grinding on my leg." Karl said just talking dirty. Which you liked very much.

Sure enough, when you looked at his crotch. A large bulge was there being held captive by his pants. There was also a wet spot forming as well.

"You make so fucking hard, I just wanna take you right here. Mmm, I think I have another idea." Karl said before removing his pants and underwear.

His nice meaty cock sprang free from its restriction. "How about you use those slutty little hands and pleasure daddy?" Karl smirked with his cock standing hard and raging red.

You looked at his raging boner. Pre-cum was oozing from the tip, veins were popping out, and its was twitching waiting to be touched. "Keep grinding those while you give me a handjob."

You hesitantly grabbed his meaty cock. It felt heavy and the heat was radiating off of it. You traced your fingertip across the large vein that leads up to his tip.

You felt him grip your ass tighter. "Stop teasing," Karl growled. You whimpered. You began to jerk him while still grinding on his leg. His pre-cum was getting all over your hand as you jerked him off. "Fuck, work that cock you fucking whore."

Karl threw his head back, his chest moving up and down. "After we're done, I'm gonna wreck this tight boy pussy of yours. Turn you into my cumslut. That's your only reason in this world, to be my cumdump."

You moaned, rubbing yourself more against him. You could feel your end coming and Karl's cock was twitching meaning he was close too.

"Fuck, I'm close." you jerked him off harder and grind against him harder. "F-fuck... I'M CUMMING!" Karl threw his head back and thrust his crotch into your hand.

Karl exploded all over your hand and some got onto his stomach. You came all over his leg. You collapsed onto his chest. "Don't think this is over. We're going for round 2," Karl whispered into your ear before lifting you up and carrying you to his room.

THE END

A/N: That was day one of kinktober. Be ready for the second day tomorrow! Bye, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

[pockcock]

jean for your drop a character pls 🥺🥺🥺

oKAY THIS WAS SUPOSSED TO BE A THIRST AND NOW IT'S A 800 WORD DRABBLE SORRY NOT SORRY BABY ENJOY PLEASE!

tw// dilf!Jean. innocent!fem reader. age gap (reader is in her 20's and Jean is 43). dub-con.

Dilf Jean, the perfect single dad of your best friend. He is kind, caring, cool (actually, fucking cool). He cooks for you two when you accept his offer for dinner. He takes you out for a movie night after your university midterms, jokes around and even gives you a ride to the concert of your favorite band. Not even mentioning how hot he is. Or how fucking good looking he is when wearing that almost transparent white shirt revealing his perfect chest with a few open buttons with his black jeans wrapping his ripped legs. Or his sexy mullet and worn-out tattoos.

He's been insisting on you staying the night with them. So you didn't really suspect anything and accepted. You were about to take a shower when you saw Jean's daughter sleeping on the couch. Silently, you went to the bathroom upstairs, not wanting to disturb Jean or his daughter. Little did you know he was listening to your sweet steps walking around the house. And when you stepped into the shower and went under the hot water, he sneaked in.

"(Your friend's name), is that you?" You couldn't see who was behind the shower cabin because of the frosted glass.

He chucked, husky voice filled the room. "It's me, Y/N."

"O-Oh, Mr. Kirstein..." As soon as you heard his voice, the pool in between your legs started forming. "I'm so sorry, I-I should've been fast-"

"Don't worry," he said. "I'll join if you don't mind?"

Then he opened the doors.

You quickly turned around to cover your most intimate parts. "M-Mr. Kirstein!"

He laughed. "Come on now, you have nothing to hide from me, do you?"

He was right behind you, the warm feeling of him was embracing your exposed body. Even though you were under the running hot water, you felt chills down your spine.

“Why so shy, pretty girl?” he asked going under the water after you, his hands were on your shoulders now. “Want me to help you out?”

“Mr. Kirstein– Oh!”

His calloused hands... His perfect fingers were now right on your pretty clit, circling it deliciously.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? Hm?” He asked, placing his lips on the crook of your neck. “The way you bent right in front of me, the skirts going shorter and shorter each day… The way you touched my knee with your hands and excused yourself?”

You moaned. “S-Sir… W-Why?”

He smiled into your skin. “I heard that stupid boyfriend of yours couldn’t satisfy you.” Your blood froze in your veins. “So I just wanted to show how a real man does.”

You swore that heaven showed itself to you when you felt his huge fingers going in your wet entrance. It was a moment of bliss, a moment of ecstasy going through your veins. His fingertips reaching the most intimate and deepest places, touching every right corner. Your breath lost its way out and your vocal cords helped it come out as a moan.

“Shh, (Your friend's name) is still sleeping.” Jean wrapped his free hand around your throat. “You don’t wanna wake her up, do you?”

“N-” As your breath betrayed you once again, you just shook your head.

“Good girl.”

It was a race. Race of his fingers going in and out, abusing your pretty hole as his thumb stimulated your clit. You were panting like a fucking dog, the water was pooling in your mouth and eventually leaking from the corners of your mouth.

“You know,” Jean said as he squeezed your throat even tighter. “You get tighter as I squeeze. I should try this once I have you around my cock.”

Yes, you wanted to say. Please choke me, make me cum around your fingers. Yet you just moaned weakly.

“I can feel you getting close baby, you’re squeezing me nicely.” He guided you to sit down with him on the shower floor. “How about I just put this here?”

Oh.

“N-No! No please– OH!”

You didn’t realize when he got the showerhead. But now it was right in between your legs which are forcibly parted by his. The pressure of the water was kissing your clit deliciously, making you dizzy and shaky. Your legs were fighting with his muscular ones to be closed, you were shaking, aching and going crazy with the pleasure. It was all too much… His fingers (which were now three, almost like he was preparing you for his enormous dick touching right up your shoulder bones) were abusing your pussy at a speed of a horse, curling and pressuring just the right spot. You felt your eyes going black. It was here.

“Go ahead baby, I’ve got you. Cum for me, let it go.”

The universe was right in front of you.

As the coil in your stomach snapped, you felt something leaving your body. Your pussy was gushing around his fingers, juices coming out like a waterfall. Your whole body was shaking like the vibrator your boyfriend got you last month and never used. A silent moan left your mouth as it hung open and your head fell back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck…” Jean turned the water off and wrapped his arms around your body. “Didn’t know you were a squirter.”

You nodded, hands finding his for support. “N-Neither do I…”

He chuckled. “Wanna do it around my cock?”

[sparklingchim]

fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

masterlist

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the  sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that  he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you  tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

[writteninkat]

Greed | Ushijima x reader

summary: "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter.

"I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

f!reader

word count: 3.5k

warning: 18+, name calling if u squint (???)

a/n: this is a reminder that you are amazing, you are loved and you matter. | masterlist for 100 followers event

The boy's volleyball team never paid any attention to the girls as they were always busy with their own training and the two teams played and trained in their own separate indoor volleyball courts. But today is a little different. The floor of your team's court needs changing so the girls and boys have to train under the same roof for a week, and it'll be the first time seeing each other play.

Toshi knew you play volleyball, he knows you were the ace, as a matter of fact, his whole team knows as well. But they didn't know you were this good.

You throw the ball up high in the air, jumping as high as you can and throwing your hand forward, slamming it at the ball. The impact of your hand at the ball always felt so good, the heat and sting of it always gave you some kind of adrenaline and you loved the feeling.

The ball is hit so hard your teammates at the other side of the net barely had any time to react before it hit the wooden floors, giving your side a point.

You smile widely, catching the ball the coach throws at you for a second chance at serving. "Y/n calm the fuck down!" Your teammate yells, "We're not playing for real right now have some mercy!"

"If you can't receive my serves, how are you going to receive the serves from other school who'll surely be better than me?" You yell back, doing another jump float, your form tricking the other team as if you're doing another hard serve, causing them to step away from the net. Your palm then simply pushes on the ball, resulting it to barely go over the net. The players at the other side dives in to try and save the ball, but it hits the ground a second before they do.

The whistle is blown and your side of the court wins. "Y/n! You're a menace to society!" Your teammate jokingly yells, fake-crying on the floor making you giggle. You walk over to your duffel bag on the bleachers and take out your towel, oblivious to the many pairs of eyes on you.

Your short shorts always rode up your thighs and sometimes even ass whenever you played, so you hated wearing the uniform but your long shorts were jn the washer right now, you didn't really have much of a choice. Your uniform hugged your body perfectly, every curve and every hill accentuated by the two pieces of cloth around you.

Your boyfriend's team are bewildered by your skills. They never expected you, so sweet, so gentle and so kind towards them being able to produce such monstrous serves and spikes.

"Y/n!" You hear Tendou call, creating an immediate smile across your face. You loved Tendou, after dating his best friend, the two of you became so close and it's as if you two are best friends too. You watch him run towards you, volleyball in hand. "I never knew you played so good."

"You guys are too busy to watch me play. Why? Wanna join me sometime?" Tendou smiles at your offer, immediately nodding his head. "Yes! Please! Let's olay at my hou-"

"There's no way Y/n's playing with you." Wakatoshi says involuntarily, his eyes widening at his words as his teammates give him questioning stares. He never raised his voice before, nor has he spoken without being spoken to. "Unless! Unless I play with her first." He covers it up, looking away with the faintest blush across his face.

You tilt your head to the side, putting two on two together before smirking. Ah, my adorable, jealous boyfriend. Whatever am I supposed to do with you?

When practice finishes, you go your separate ways from the team. Unlike them who had homes to return to, your home is three hours away from the school and no way in hell were you traveling a total of six hours a day just to get feom and to your house. Getting a dorm in the campus seemed a much better idea, plus, it helped you spend more time with your boyfriend.

A hand snakes its way around your waist and despite sweating for three hours tonight, you can still smell a combination of the scent of your boyfriend's perfume and his shampoo. He smells minty and fresh from his shampoo and at the same time he also smells of lavender and sandalwood.

He continues to wrap both his arms around you as he stands from behind you, his forehead on your shoulder. "Want me to give you a massage once we get back?" You ask, placing a hand on his forearm.

Wakatoshi doesn't speak for a moment and you were beginning to think he fell asleep, but moments later he lifts his head up and takes another step forward, your eyes widening as you feel him poke at your ass.

"I just realised I've never seen you in your uniform before," He breathes out, "You look so sexy baby."

Heat rises up your face, your boyfriend's never said anything like that before. Sure, he once complimented how good yer legs look in shorts or how he likes seeing you so 'comfortable' without a bra on, butbhe's never been straightforward like this.

You can feel yourself creating a pool of slick in your underwear. God, this can not be fucking happening...

"Let's go to my dorm." His voice is an octave lower and he sounds out of breath. "Girls aren't allowed in your dorm building."

"I know most of the people in that building and they know me, they won't tell. So come on," he pulls at you, leading you to his building. He looks back at you, neediness and lust filling his eyes. "I need you right now."

Toshi didn't need to sound like he was begging, you were still going to follow him, but now that he sounds like he wants you so bad he can't control himself anymore, it's making you wanna run to his dorm and rip his clothes off.

You bite on your lower lip, letting him lead you to where his room is.

As you pass through a hall, you smile and wave shyly at some of the familiar faces you see, they look as if they've just seen a ghost. But can you blame them? Ushijima Wakatoshi is currently leading a girl to his room. This is the first time, it should be recorded in the hall of fame or something.

Once the both of you reach his door, which is at the bery end of the hall, Toshi takes his ID card, about to swipe it to unlock the door until he stops midway. He turns around and looks at you straight in the eye, "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. I don't want to be force you."

You blink at him once, twice, thrice- you take the card from his fingers, quickly swiping it on the lock. You push your boyfriend inside the dorm before looking to your right where the boys in the hall still have their undivided attention at you. "It'll probably get loud, you guys play some music or something." You yell before entering the room and slamming the door behind you.

Immediately, you push your boyfriend onto the wall, leaning in to press your lips on his. Finally, being able to touch your boyfriend after a long day of tiring practice feels to freeing and good. A shiver runs up your spine when he licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance. When you grant it to him, he pushes his tongue inside your wet cavern, immediately exploring it like he's a curious speleologist.

His one hand grabs your waist, immediately being able to grab almost half of it given your size differences and his other hand cups your jaw, tilting your head to the side to gain better access.

Your hand travels down to the waistline of his sweatpants, pushing your hand inside, feeling strained cock from inside his underwear as your fingers skillfully stroke it.

"Mmmm-" You hum, pushing Toshi off lightly. "We need to take a shower first, we've been sweaty for hours." You tell him, your hand still going up and down his shaft.

He sighs, pulling your hand out of his pants before pulling you inside his bathroom. Inside, he pins you against the wall, his lips on yours as he begins to lift your shirt, only breaking the kiss when a piece of clothing has to come off from around your heads. He pushes your shorts down along with your underwear, letting them pool around your ankles. He pulls your body closer to him, the tip of his clothed cock pressing against your wet folds making you moan into his mouth.

With one hand, he clasps the lock of your bra behind you, letting it fall on the floor along with your other clothes as his other hand begins toying with your pussy.

"You feel so wet down there. Was it when my teammates were staring at you?" He growls, making you lift a questioning brow. "What... What are you talking about?" You breathe out, sucking in your bottom lip in between your teeth as you grind your hips against his hand, greedy for more friction.

"You like it when my teammates are watching you? Watching as those small fuckin shorts get caught in between your ass? Hmm?" Toshi pushes a fingers inside making you mewl, your walls clenching around it, wanting more. "You like it when people watch you?"

You shake your head, moaning out profanities as you dig your nails on the skin of his shoulders, still rolling your hips and still wanting more of him.

"N-no, no! I only want you to watch me, Toshi!" You whine, moaning loudly once again when he pushes yet again another finger. He scissors his fingers inside you as your walls clench around them hungrily, greedy for more. "You're fucking mine, you got that?" He grits, thrusting his fingers inside you, hitting the particular bundle of nerves again and again leaving you screaming in pleasure with just two of his fingers.

"Yes! Yes, oh yes! I'm yours, Toshi! Fuck!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling yourself shake as you cum around his fingers, your cunt squelching around them. You breathe heavily, rolling your hips as you ride out your orgasm.

Toshi takes his fingers out, causing you to whine unconsciously when your hole begins tightening around nothing. He places his hands on either of your lower thighs, pulling you up and hugging your legs around his waist as he leads you to his shower.

He puts you down, making sure you can stand by yourself before hooking his thumbs on either side of his sweats, pulling them down, letting them pool around his ankles. Your gaze is immediately on his member, it's looks so hard and red, the size much bigger than usual and precum is currently seeping out of it.

"Like what you see?" Toshi smirks, this whole side of him completely taking you off guard. You love it. You twist the shower knob on before getting on your knees before him. He steps forward towards you, watching you as you take his dick into your small hands.

You look up at him from below, opening your mouth as widely as you can, rolling your tongue out. You begin by giving his precum-covered head some kitten licks, cleaning it up beforetaking half of his length in your mouth. You hollow your mouth, pushing your head lower as you feel his tip already hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, take that dick like you want it for dinner. My cockslut..." He hisses, taking you by the hair. He tugs on a fistful of your hair, causing you to roll your eyes back in pleasure and moan loudly, the vibration stirring your boyfriend up even more. He begins thrusting his hips slowly, throwing his head back as you play with his balls and the rest of him that you couldn't take in your mouth.

"That's right, lap up my cock so fucking good, angel. That's right- ah! oh god..." His breathing becomes irregular and his thrusts slowly become more frantic. The tip of his dick continues abusing the back of your throat and tears begin to pool on the corners of your eyes, your cunt dripping wet at the thought of your boyfriend face fucking you at this moment.

Your hand plays with your pussy, drawing circles around and on the clit, chasing after Toshi so the two of you can cum together. "That's right, you're mine. This mouth is mine, and I'm not fucking sharing you with anyone." He seethes, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier by the second until he thrusts particularly deep inside your mouth, the tip of his dick going down your throat as he cums inside you, hot liquid going down your throat has your pussy clenching around your own fingers.

He pulls out, watching as you swallow his load until your mouth is empty of his white seed. The corner of Toshi's hand twitches into a smirk as he wipes a thumb over your bottom lip, immediately you suck on it as you look up at him teasingly.

"Let's wash up, darling." He pulls you up, taking his shampoo bottle and squirting a small amount on his palm, wiping it on your hair continuously until it begins to bubble up. He then proceeds to pour his body wash all over your body, hands roaming around you.

He presses kisses on the shell of your ear as he massages and squeezes your breasts, pinching and pulling at your nipples before going down and washing your slippiery folds. He copies what he did to your breast down to your ass, kneading them like fine bread before guiding you when the water is hitting. As you wash off the soap suds, he pours the same kind of shampoo on his head, combing his fingers through his soap-sud covered hair before following it by lathering his soap all over his body. His hands go up and down his well defined abs and pecks, teasing you as he slowly trails it down to his shaft.

He watches you watch him clean himself, letting you pull him closer to you, letting himself be hit by the running water. Once all the soap is rinsed off, you step away from him and take a towel, drying off your hair infront of the mirror.

You watch in the reflection as Toshi walks out of the shower and towards you, his usual indifferent expression across his face. He runs his haze down your figure before pulling on your towel, setting it down on the counter.

He leans forward, trapping you between him and the counter as he places both of his hands on either sides of your body. "I didn't like how my teammates watched you a while ago." He admits, his hands clenching on the counter. "I don't think they understand how you're mine and only mine." He whispers against the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling shivers down your spine.

"Why won't you make me yours?" You challenge him, looking at him dead in the eye. He looks at you for a second, two seconds, three- he spins you around, pressing his lips against yours.

"You're playing a really dangerous game, darling, and I'm not in the best mood tonight." He growls through the kiss, his tongue more aggressive and lips harsher than usual. "Show me how to play it, maybe I'll get to know the rules and it won't be as dangerous as you say it is." You shoot back, running your hands all over his naked torso, feeling ever elevation and dip of his sculpted chest and abs underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Toshi growls into the kiss, turning you around once again and pushing you down on the counter. He presses his tip against your dripping folds, slowly entering you as to not hurt you in any way. He lets you adjust to his size for a few moments and the moment you begin rolling your hips, he combs his fingers through your damp hair, pulling on it and forcing you to see yourself being fucked in front of the mirror.

He thrusts relentlessly into you, the tip of his cock hitting places your fingers never hit before. Your jaw hangs open as you moan loudly, taken in a trance at the feeling of your boyfriend abusing the certain bundle of nerves inside you.

Toshi lifts a leg up on your side, the feeling becoming more and more overwhelming as his thrusts become deeper, much faster and harder. Your walls clamp around him tightly, making him click his tongue. "Yeah that's it, this pussy is all fucking mine, isn't it."

He pulls at your hair, letting go of it before cupping your face, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at you. Look at how lewd you are right now. You feeling good clamping down on my cock like that?" He asks, his thrusts never once slowing down. The feeling becomes overwhelming to the point where you couldn't form words, and instead you nod your head as to not make a fool out of yourself.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel the knot tighten in your belly, your jaw hangs open as drool begins to drip out the corner of your mouth. Your boyfriend breathes heavily into your ear, "Wanna cum? You wanna cum right now?"

"Ye-yeah... yeah fuck...wanna...wanna cum... let... let me...cum...." You lose your capability to form coherent sentences and capability to talk. "I'm fucking you so dumb right now, aren't I?" Toshi smirks, shoving two of his fingers inside your mouth, pressing them on your tongue as he watches you make a mess out of yourself.

Your moans fill the bathroom completely and you feel yourself hanging by a thread, simoly waiting for a word, that one ward that'll have you releasing so hard your legs are for sure going to give out. Just one word-

"Alright my darling, you deserve this." Toshi growls into your ear, letting go of your face in the process. "Cum."

You cum all over his cock, your clenching walls trying to milk him of his own release. Your back arches and toes curl as your boyfriend continues thrusting inside you, thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven as well as his breath.

Once you finish, he pulls out, cumming all over your ass, hot white ropes of his release reaching all over your ass, back and some even on your hair. He moans loudly, throwing his head back as he presses his length on your ass. The two of you stay there panting for a good minute, soaking in what you just did before Toshi begins pulling away. He looks at his artwork on you, mentally patting himself and telling himself 'good job' before he snakes an arm around your limp body.

"Come on, I'll wash you up." He carries you back to the shower, once again going through the process of soaping your body to make sure you're clean before setting you down on his counter. You flinch and hiss at the contact of your pussy on his counter, it hurt.

Toshi kisses you all over you face, muttering apologies about being too harsh in return you tell him it wasn't his fault at all. He dries up your body and hair, letting you brush your teeth before carrying you to his bed. He dresses you up in his clothes and takes out your special kit- basically a box full of skin care products in case you slept over.

"I'll do your skin care for you, just lay down and relax yourself. He says, sitting cross legged on the floor as he rummages through the products inside the box. You look at him, smiling to yourself and asking yourself how the hell you got so lucky to score someone like him. "Do you want charcoal or a strawberry mask tonight?" He asks, holding up two of your favorite mask packs.

You place your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly. "I love you." You whisper out, his eyes widening as it catches him off guard. Toshi feels his heart sink to his tummy as butterflies flutter and dance all over it. He smiles, a faint blush across his cheek. "I love you more." He kisses the tip of your nose.

Toshi then proceeds to just stare at you for a few moments before looking like he snaps out of his trance. A deep blush takes over his face as he buries his face on your chest in embarrassment. You laugh loudly, asking him what was going on.

"You're too cute, I'm never sharing you or this side of you to anyone." He mumbles against your chest, making you smile widely. He turns his head to the side, eyelids halfway down, "I'm greedy for you and only you. Never sharing you with anyone, ever."

[2goth2moth]

Hi! How are you doing?🤗

This is my first request that I ever made soooo I hope I'm doing everything okay😅

If I may ask for an alpha!werewolf x reader smut where the reader just flirted with another wolf to make their alpha jealous? And his reaction is.. i would say special😂 lot of teasing, dirty talk, rough sex and so on😊

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In a String of Bad Ideas (M!Werewolf x GN!Reader, NSFW)

Word count: 2834

Includes: Jealousy, dirty talk, marking, scent kink, face-fucking, thigh fucking, rough sex

You had never exactly been known for your good ideas. It certainly wasn’t that you were unintelligent, but your years growing up could be read as a roadmap of ideas that would have definitely gone better if you thought them through. In a word: impulsive. But in retrospect, this particular idea was definitely one of your less thoroughly considered.

It started at a party. Well, if you were splitting hairs, it started with Finn. With your boyfriend, and with him not paying enough attention to you. You had both been busy, so you couldn’t really fault him, but still. You hadn’t had sex in a month, and even when both of you were free, he hadn’t really taken you up on offers to even hang out. Enough was enough. So there you were, at a party. Trying to make your boyfriend, your alpha werewolf boyfriend, jealous.

Another alpha werewolf was standing in front of you. In the pulsing lights of the party, you couldn’t really make out any features other than abnormally tall and solidly built, both very much standard for werewolves. You didn’t remember his name, if he’d even told you yet, and you hadn’t really heard the joke he’d just told over the music, but you still laughed indulgently. Your hand found a place on his forearm, and a little flicker of satisfaction went through you as his eyes came to rest on your exposed chest. The shirt you wore was unbuttoned a hole or two too far to be decent, your shorts cuffed an inch or two too high to be entirely appropriate. All on purpose. You weren’t sure where Finn was at the moment, but you had to make the scene look right. You let yourself drift closer to the wolf’s large form, rubbing your hand along his hairy arm.

He began to move his hand down to just graze your hip when another hand, broad and clawed, yanked you away and into a large, distinctly wolfish form. A quick glance up revealed Finn towering behind you.

“Hands off,” he growled, lips pulled to expose sharp teeth in an obvious display of aggression.

The no-name wolf you had been flirting with flashed his own teeth back. The air became so heavy with alpha pheromones that even you could start to smell them. “Why? It’s not like they’re yours.”

Finn’s claws dug into your waist and pulled you flush back against him. “Actually yes,” he said, tone steeped in possessiveness. “They are.” He leaned down to lick the side of your neck messily, keeping eye-contact with the other werewolf the whole time.

You knew that where he ran his tongue was roughly where scent glands would be on a werewolf omega. Such explicit and public claiming was something that he had never done before. It sent heat licking down your spine. He stayed there, staring down the other wolf, lapping at your skin, until Mr. Nameless dropped his gaze to the floor in submission and backed away.

The wet strokes against your neck let up. “Hey Finn,” you said, a little breathless, “Where were you- HEY!”

What you began saying was cut off with a yelp as Finn locked a hand around your wrist and began dragging you through the house after him. You went along with it, hoping that this reaction would lead to something fun. He threw open the door to an empty bedroom and pulled you inside, locking the door behind you.

“What was that?” He asked, backing you against a wall.

You feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play fucking coy. You were all over that guy. You’re basically half naked. What’s going on?”

You sighed. You were going to have to tell him at some point. “I was trying to make you jealous. You haven’t really been paying attention to me lately.”

He crowded even closer to you, wedging his thigh between your legs. You were completely flush with the wall now. “So you let some other wolf’s filthy hands on you...to make me jealous? Why? Are you that desperate for me to fuck you?” His voice was perfectly even and dangerously quiet.

You knew that you were still playing with fire, but you barrelled on ahead. “Yeah, so? It seems to have worked out well enough,” you teased, grinding slightly against the leg he had tucked between yours.

Finn dipped his head down to run his lips along the shell of your ear. “And what exactly makes you think I’m gonna fuck you?”

“Um, this?” You asked, slightly confused, pressing your leg even closer to his groin. His cock was was hard and heated against you.

“Oh, ‘this’?” He said. His breath fanned out over the side of your face and he ground against you properly, letting out a harsh little grunt. “This is getting dealt with, but I certainly won’t be fucking you.”

A whine broke from your throat. “What? Why not? I thought that you would have wanted to prove I was yours.”

“Believe me, I do. By the time I’m done with you, everyone will know who you belong to. But you actually want me to fuck you, and what would be the point in me rewarding bad behaviour?”

“Finn!” You complained, trying desperately to not buck your hips into him.

He chuckled against the skin of your neck. “Shhh. Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll let you cum sometime tonight.”

You barely had time to let out a whimper before Finn crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. It was messy, almost violent, more tooth and tongue than proper kiss. You moaned helplessly into his mouth, grabbing at the hem of his shirt to steady yourself. He quickly moved down to your neck, the skin completely exposed by your own mostly-undone shirt. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses fell along your collarbone before he latched onto the soft patch of skin under the corner of your jaw. Right where he had licked earlier, right where a werewolf mating bite would go. You gasped loudly as he began sucking a mark there. It was only seconds before the skin felt swollen and bruised. He pulled off with pop and a harsh nip.

“You’re mine, do you understand?” He growled.

Not trusting yourself to say anything, you nodded helplessly. He kept assaulting your neck, leaving hickies and shallow bite marks on every inch of your neck that he could reach. It all felt so good that you didn’t notice his hands wandering until your shirt was ripped clean from your body.

“Hey!” The cold raised goosebumps on your flesh. Finn’s hands began to roam your bare torso, claws lightly scratching lines too soft to really hurt. It was getting difficult to stay fully composed. “I liked that shirt. And I don’t have anything else to wear back home.”

“I’ll buy you a new fucking shirt. And you can wear my shirt back,” he snarled. His hands landed on your hips and he bodily flipped you so that your chest was pressed against the wall. Your shorts and underwear were yanked down your legs in a single motion. “Or walk back naked, I don’t really care.”

Claws dug painfully into your hips as he pulled them back enough to make your spine arch. A single messy kiss on your shoulder was the last thing you felt for several seconds before Finn was licking a slow, broad stripe over your puckered hole. The sudden feeling made you moan and arch even further into the wall.

He took the meat of your ass between his teeth and bit down, hard enough to sting, before soothing the mark with his tongue. “Do you want me to eat you out?” He kissed your other cheek. “Want me to drive you crazy with my tongue?” A bite to the top of your thigh. “I’ll make it so you’re so turned on that you’re dripping, then I’ll fuck your thighs.” Another lick to your hole. “If you really beg for it, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock.”

“P-please!” You pleaded, mind getting fuzzy with what he was saying.

Finn dipped his face back to lap at your perineum. The very tip of his tongue caught on your rim on a particularly teasing upward drag. “I won’t knot you properly, only good little omegas get knots.” You weren’t an omega-- you weren’t even a werewolf-- but the term being thrown at you so casually sent sparks through your blood. It felt so right. “But I’ll mark you so completely that you won’t even be able to burn my scent off of you. No one is ever going to forget who you belong to. Especially not you.”

You barely got to choke out a “Please, Alpha” before he shoved his face back in your ass. His tongue teased your hole on each slow lick, tip not quite breaching the rim. He was definitely just teasing you now, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you beg. At least not yet. You sank your teeth into your lip to stifle any noises and let your head drop forward against the wall. Your attempts to maintain composure were quickly broken down by the feeling of a hot, slippery tongue plunging into you. A strangled moan broke out of your mouth with each flick against your insides.

“O-oohh God.”

Finn’s answering hum was muffled. His jaw kept working against you, slowly drawing more noises of pleasure from you. Saliva was steadily dripping out of his mouth where he moved. It ran in thick rivulets down the inside of your thighs, and with a desperate little movement you ground your hips back into his face.

Claws dug deep into your ass where he was still holding you. With a loud growl and another hard bite to your leg, he pulled himself up to stand behind you. A zip and the sound of fabric rustling sounded before he plastered himself against you, cock hard and leaking against the small of your back.

He kissed the side of your throat, wet and open-mouthed, with the barest scratch of teeth. “Keep your thighs together.”

You obeyed, squeezing your legs together as tightly as you could. You could feel Finn adjust his stance before pushing himself into the miniscule space between them. Despite how tight it was, the movement was slick, aided by his pre-cum and the spit that had dripped down from your ass. The shaft dragged against you on its way through, making you groan low in your throat. The feeling of him fucking your thighs and kissing your neck was good, especially when his hard length ran against your crack and groin. But the touch was just barely a tease. It was nowhere near satisfying to you, and the gentle grazes were making you writhe in a fruitless attempt to get something-- anything-- more fulfilling. The head of his cock appeared between your legs, shiny and glistening red. Pre-cum was beaded at the tip, and you couldn’t help but swipe your finger over it, gathering the clear fluid, and putting it in your mouth. The taste was one you were intimately familiar with, musky and rich, supposedly the same as Finn’s alpha pheromones.

A sharp smack landed on the fullest part of your butt. It felt equal parts painful and pleasurable, and the shock sent you jolting forward into the wall with a yelp.

“Did I tell you you could do that?” Finn huffed into your ear. He began pistoning his hips even harder, dragging his shaft between your thighs, making your legs shake with each stroke. You shook your head. Another hard thrust slammed your chest into the wall. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“No, A-alpha,” you choked out.

“No, I didn’t.” He aggressively sucked another hickey onto your neck, right under the hinge of your jaw, so high that there was no way you’d be able to cover it. “So why exactly did you think it was okay?”

“I want you, Alpha, so bad. I just couldn’t wait.” There was no doubt that your voice was whiny and more than a little pathetic at this point. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You could feel Finn’s mouth curl into a vicious smile on your skin. “Do you want to suck my cock that bad? Filthy little omega can’t wait for me any longer?”

That word again. “Omega”.

You squirmed in his hands and shook your head, not completely trusting your voice. The way that Finn was talking to you, the way he touched you, like you properly belonged to him, was turning your mind to goo. For a split-second, you wished that you were a werewolf omega so that you could take his bite, so that he could take yours, so that you could possess each other the way mates did.

“Do you want to suck me off?” You nodded, a little shakily. “Hmmmm, I’m not sure I believe you.” He stopped thrusting through your thighs, just standing at your back, massaging your ass. “You may have to convince me.”

Determination crystalized in your chest at the challenge. You turned to face him and sank to your knees. The dick in front of you was massive, flushed and slick with pre-cum, knot beginning to bulge at the base. You kept yourself carefully levelled with the shaft and stared up at Finn through your lashes. This was a dirty move, you knew, he had told you numerous times that seeing you kneeling like this drove him wild. The ball was back in your court, even if you were the one desperate and begging.

“Please, Alpha,” you whined. Exhaling into the sound, you drifted forward slightly, letting his dick hit your cheek, leaving a trail of slick pre-cum on your skin. “Fuck my mouth, cum all over me, please. Make everyone know whose omega I am.”

At the end of it, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out. Finn held for a breath, staring down at you. In one swift, sudden movement, he seized your jaw and plunged his cock inside. The intrusion made you gag for a second, but you relaxed your throat around him, settling comfortably into your usual rhythm for this. One clawed hand stayed locked around your chin as he began driving his length into your mouth. The girth of his shaft stretched your mouth uncomfortably. Each stroke sent the head into your throat, making you choke and spasm around him. The feeling sent little spurts of gloriously rich pre-cum shooting into you with each forward thrust. You could see his knot swelling in front of your nose, already close to popping from when he fucked himself between your thighs. You began swallowing around him as well as you could, trying to milk him to completion.

His grip on you was getting harsher, biting into you with those big, sharp claws, and his thrusts were getting sloppier by the second. Each ragged breath was edged with an animalistic growl as he became more desperate for release. He wasn’t talking anymore, just fucking into your open mouth, chasing his pleasure with single-minded determination. You moaned wantonly around him, the sound muffled by his heated flesh. Spit was leaking out of your mouth, mixing with pre-cum and sliding down your chin and dripping down.

“Gonna- fuck- gonna cum!” Finn snarled above you. He dragged you off of his cock, leaving you panting, covered in saliva, mouth hanging open. He pumped himself a few times before squeezing his knot and cumming all over you with an aggressive yell. Pearly ribbons of white, the same thick musk as his pre-cum and pheromones, fell across your face and hair, catching on your eyelashes and landing in your waiting mouth.

You swallowed what landed on your tongue. A large hand swiped cum away from your eyes and rubbed it into the warm skin behind your ear. Opening your eyes, you looked up into the warm, adoring face of your alpha. He brought his hand up to your mouth, coaxing you to lick it clean. Your thighs were still sticky from his mouth and cock, and cum was now dripping from your face onto your chest and legs where they were folded beneath you. Hickies and bruising fingerprints littered your neck and hips. You looked so thoroughly fucked-out, and yet…

“Was I good enough? Do I get to cum now?”

Finn grinned at you, toothy and wicked, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure. “I’m going to take you home now, omega. And I’m going to tease you until you cry, until you’re sobbing and begging me to let you cum. And then I’m going to leave you there for hours. And only when you’ve really learned your lesson will I let you finish.”

He hauled you upright and kissed you, deep and filthy, swallowing up every whimper that fell from your lips at the threat.

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Lee Juyeon - Focus

sub! Juyeon x domme! reader

Warnings: edging, some crying, petnames, sex toys, lingerie, spanking, mommy kink, mirror sex

Your baby boy is always good at following your instructions, so today you try to test his limits. Surprise: he's the best boy.

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, long legs spread wide as your hand trails down into his silk panties, stroking his cock harshly without any preparation. He mewls, body jolting from your rough touches. Your free hand comes up to thumb at his pink nipples, already puffy from abuse, having made him wear nipple clamps under his fuzzy white sweater for almost half an hour before this. His sweater is bunched up over his chest, barely held in place with his teeth.

His eyes are fixed on the sight of your hand jerking him off in his panties, his swollen tip peeking over the waistband, globs of precum dribbling all over the fabric and your hand. He's panting harshly already, the vibrator in his ass stimulating his prostate. His thighs quiver, wanting to cum but he's ashamed to cum so soon, knowing you'd be disappointed. And Juyeonie doesn't want to disappoint Mommy. He's a good boy who listens to his Mommy, and doesn't cum unless she tells him to. But he really, really needs to, and he lets you know by gripping your thighs.

You dig your thumb into his slit and he wails, his large body squirming around as his shirt falls from his mouth, grazing his sensitive nipples. "Does baby want to cum already?" you ask sweetly, brushing his sweaty hair back from his face. "Y-yes please mommy, c-can I?" he hiccups. You think for a moment, and pause your ministrations, your hand loosely gripping his aching cock. His bottom lip trembles in a pout, upset that you've stopped touching him. You get up from your position behind him, and he whines, wanting you to come back and play with him.

You shush him with a soft kiss, and he responds with hunger and enthusiasm, chasing your lips when you pull away. You help him take his sweater off, followed by his ruined panties. You twirl the lingerie around your finger, tutting at how he's made a mess of such an expensive piece of clothing. Juyeon bites his lips and hangs his head in embarrassment. "I'm sorry Mommy, it's just- you feel so good and I couldn't help myself..." he mumbles apologetically. You smile endearingly at him. "That's okay sweetheart, I'll get you more pretty ones next time, okay? But for now," his eyes shine with renewed excitement, looking up at you curiously.

You pull him off the bed and push him down to kneel right in front of the mirror. He's confused, and his body loosens up, letting you pull his arms behind his back, sliding his wrists through the leg holes of the panties, and you tie them into a tight knot. He makes a noise of surprise, whipping his head around to try to see what you were doing. "Patience, darling," you murmur, gripping his jaw to turn his face back to the mirror. He whimpers, his eyes watching your every move from the reflection.

You resume your position behind him, and spread his legs apart again. Your hands linger on his inner thighs, lightly scratching the sensitive skin, causing more pretty mewls to fall from his lips. You trail your hand inwards, and you suddenly spank his leaking cock, and he yelps in pain and surprise. A smirk graces your lips as you kiss his neck, watching as tears well up in his eyes. You spank his cock around some more, and Juyeon twitches every time his swollen cockhead grazes against the cool glass surface of the mirror. The poor baby is wailing, gasping, sobbing at the harsh but pleasurable treatment. You grope his swollen balls too for good measure, and he thrashes around, the makeshift panty binds threatening to rip. "Mommy mommy please it hurts, ahhh please I can't take much more," he pleads, tears streaming down his high cheekbones, glinting in the warm lights of your shared bedroom.

You plant another kiss right behind his ear as you softly rub his member, soothing him with gentle words and praises to ease the pain. "Such a good boy for mommy, I'll let you cum soon okay? Just a little more, baby boy, you're so pretty, look at you," you coo, running your clean hand through his dark locks gently. He takes a good look at himself. Drool dripping down his pink lips, nipples raw and red, black choker stark against his strained neck. Juyeon knows he looks good usually, but this was new, and he thinks he likes how he looks like this. As long as you thought he was pretty, he was happy. He gasps out loud when his eyes fall on the sight of your hand around the base of his blushing erect cock, covered in so much precum that it's dripping into a pool on the floor. "My prettiest boy, Juyeonie, I love you so much," you whisper in his ear, sending shivers rippling through his broad shoulders.

"I love you too, mommy," he rasps, throat dry and hoarse from all the screaming and moaning. You slowly move your hand again, stroking him gently, pulling on his choker as you concentrate on his swollen cockhead, rubbing circles on his tip with your palm. His hips jerk from the stimulation, and you push him up against the mirror. He turns to look at you, but you push his face against the glass, squishing his cheek. "M-mommy? What are you doing?" he asks, eyes wide with confusion, his words slightly slurred from how his lips are squished too. You shush him again, and roughly push his hips into the mirror too, hissing when his oversensitive cock makes contact with the cold surface.

You smile at him through the mirror, running your warm hands up and down his broad back. "You can come anytime you want, sweetie," plunging two precum-soaked fingers into his tight heat at once, and he actually screams. Your fingers stretching his puffy hole as the toy vibrates inside him, Juyeon can't take much more, grinding his drooling cock against the mirror, smearing precum all over. He moans lewdly, hot breath fogging up the glass as he essentially makes out with his own reflection, spit dripping from his lips as he pants, your tight grip on his hair keeping his face in place. You fuck your fingers into him harder and faster, admiring how beautiful he looks as he falls apart.

Juyeon cums without warning, ropes of hot cum splattering all over himself and the mirror, hoarsely whining as his body wrecks with renewed sobs, relief and exhaustion washing over him. You slow down, letting him ride his orgasm out on your fingers, hips grinding slowly to a stop, and a peek around his limp body shows his cum smeared all over the mirror and on his constricted abs. You remove your fingers from his ass and wipe it on your shirt, then proceed to release his wrists from his makeshift binds. You rub soothingly at the reddened skin, and massage his arms, peppering soft kisses across the expanse of his back and shoulders as he rests his head on the glass, trying to catch his breath. "You did amazing, Juyeonie. Mommy is so proud of you, you know? I knew you could take it, I love you so much, sweetheart," your murmur into his ear.

"T-thank you Mommy, Juyeonie loves you too," he sighs, a dopey, tired smile on his lips. You coax him into a sitting position, rubbing his sore, bruised knees and he cuddles into your warmth, nuzzling your neck with his nose, almost falling asleep. You ruffle his hair, laughing at his pout when you remind him that you two needed to clean up. He grumbles cutely, letting you help him up on his wobbly legs, and drag him into the bathroom, managing to win him over with promises of a nice bubble bath. The tub fills up and Juyeon clambers in with his long limbs, and you're grateful that you got a big, almost jacuzzi-like tub for your big baby to be comfortable in. Juyeon makes grabby hands at you to join in, and you sigh happily as the warm water and bubbles surround you, as well as Juyeon's toned arms hugging you close to his defined chest.

You lean into him, feeling his defined abs and chest pressing into your back, and his flaccid cock against your ass. His fingers trace patterns along your thighs in the water, trailing inwards slowly. "Baby boy... what are you doing?" you ask, your tone laced with a gentle warning as you tilt your head to look at him. He beams down at you, his toothy eye smile ever so endearing. "You didn't cum yet, mommy. It's my turn to take care of you now, okay?" He smiles, pressing another sloppy kiss to your cheek. You giggle, letting his large hands roam around your body under the water, and the two of you stay in the tub for longer than you should.

You finally manage to convince him to get out of the tub and into some warm pajamas, opting for a large tshirt, a fresh pair of silk panties and some fuzzy socks for Juyeon, and a simple short nightdress for yourself. He rolls around in the warm sheets as you pick up all your discarded clothing, impatiently waiting for you to join him. You shake your head gently at the giant cat-baby you have sprawled in your large bed and dump the clothes in the laundry basket, grimacing apologetically at the thought of your maids having to handle it tomorrow. But for now, you switch off the lights and crawl into your lover's arms, sleep coming quickly for your exhausted but sated bodies, smothered in each other's warmth.

A/N: I really got too carried away with this one.

[postmodernbeing]

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: 104th training corps (College AU - Outfits pt II)

Part I | College AU HCs

Part II of the outfits/aesthetics headcanons - College AU that would (kinda) be included in the oneshot I'm working on.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Contains spoilers (for the icons that I used in some characters) // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Historia Reiss

She has a huge wardrobe and so well organized by color, textures, and sizes. From halter tops to maxi dresses, our queen really dresses like one.

Forever in love with skirts and dresses with patterns and/or pastel colors. But don’t get confused, girl has range.

So, one could see her wearing monochromatic ensembles one day and the other, she’s all dressed up with some bright color pieces matching a patterned shirt.

Also owns a vast collection of jewelry and accessories both original and classy. And let’s not forget the shoes: sneakers, heels, boots, sandals and cute little anklets to match. I swear she can make crocs look boujee.

Contrary to what people think, she doesn’t support fast fashion industry. Aware of her privilege, she knows she has the money and time to buy from small businesses and keep herself trendy.

Last but not least, and kind of clothing related: Historia loves taking Ymir to thrift shopping dates and later go eating at some indie cafeteria. The lifestyle is also part of the outfit, alright?

Ymir

Her wardrobe consists in comfortable clothes and not giving a fuck. All her clothes give Rockstar lesbian vibes (stan this queen). Her designated color palette is based on dark shades, so it’s a real contrast between her outfits and Historia’s.

Loves combat boots and her wasted Converse TM, although her favorite pieces from her apparel are bomber jackets, coats, sweaters, and hoodies.

Ymir also wears a fair amount of stainless-steel accessories, mostly chunky rings and chains. Moreover, is common to find her listening to music, therefore, earphones are a fashion statement really.

Speaking about must-wear, this girl likes to paint her nails black but due her anxiety she tends to scratch the painting off so it gives this grunge look (don’t romanticize this fellas).

Historia would suggest her some trends or give her advice about color, but being honest, Ymir has a very well-defined style at this point.

Now, about her dress style: She won’t dress like a metalhead nor grunge (at least not intentionally). And she wouldn’t define her style as dark, it’s just what it is.

Reiner Braun

He wears lots of denim in jackets and jeans but also owns a couple of dress pants that combines with beanies or simple caps. Also, has plenty of plain simple shirts that fit his strong body.

Reiner usually wears opaque shades of all colors. Another fact, he’s not a big fan of patterns unless we’re talking about sweaters. He also wears jackets yet avoids cardigans and hoodies.

A very important thing to know, Reiner has a lot of gym clothes, he works out daily so don’t be surprised.

Most of those clothes are joggers, pants, shorts, and t-shirts that look as if he ripped them off or something.

Actually, a lot of his clothes look like they’re about to be ripped apart due his huge ass pectorals (please, Reiner, let me rest gently on your pecs). Just kidding, his whole wardrobe fits him perfectly.

Finally, if Reiner had to define his style in a sentence, he’d probably acknowledge that he gives the impression of a rich a-hole, but really, Rei just likes to be comfortable and presentable at all times. So, rich white guy it is for now.

Bertolt Hoover

Bertie is that one friend that always carries a cardigan or sweater just in case, also because he tends to lend his clothes if a friend of his is in need. So thoughtful, our big baby.

His wardrobe is amazingly well organized, and its color palette is unmatched. Lots of blue, brown, beige, white and black.

We know he’s tall enough to call everybody’s attention every time he enters a room. And being as shy as he can be, he avoids brilliant colors or striking pieces. Instead, he chooses simpler outfits.

Bertolt follows this formula every time: pants, shirt, sweater. Everything clean and discrete.

Now if we must talk about his shoes, Berts prefers some white sneakers or modest dress shoes. He wouldn’t say he owns a vast collection, rather, he keeps a fair amount for different occasions.

No tattoos nor piercings. Speaking of which, it’s so rare to see him wearing any accessories at all. Maybe he'll carry with him an analogical clock, and that's it. Although if someone gave him a friendship bracelet you can be sure he'll wear it all-the-time.

Annie Leonhart

Lots of denim for her jackets and jeans. Hoodies, bands merch and graphic t-shirts.

Her clothes’ color palette has range but nothing too pastel or colorful. Instead, she gets all the opaque version of the pieces she likes.

Not that Annie hates dresses or skirts, it’s just unusual for her to even think about wearing them. She prioritizes being comfortable, and tight/short clothes can’t provide her that feeling.

Hates slim clothes unless it’s a tank top or something similar. She just prefers oversized hoodies and mom jeans. Also, if Annie can avoid skinny pants, you can be sure she will.

Owns a fair amount of gym clothes because she also likes to train but most of the times, you’ll see her running around campus, really. She’s a simple woman with simple pleasures.

Annie is the personification of ‘looks like she could kill you, is an actual cinnamon roll’, from her attitude to her clothes. So beware, for she’s the queen of looking rude with her chains around her belt, and her ring to match but don't let her fool- holy shit, that thing can actually stab someone. As I was mentioning, such a sweet gal, isn’t she?

Hitch Dreyse

She can make it boujee with so little effort (and money), lemme tell you. Wears her clothes with such an attitude and class. Hitch's an actual wine-mom, or aunt maybe? she gives those vibes.

People have the impression from her style, that her parents are rich, but nothing could be further from the truth. It’s just that Hitch knows how to dress. (Also, we know that for a fact sis has a scholarship, okay?) ANYWAYS,

Miss here is forever in love with white and baby blue. Owns plenty of jeans but also dress pants and culottes that wears with blazers or shirts that make her look like a princess with a diversity of fabrics such as satin, silk-alike texture, and cotton.

Hitch is the queen of heels. Although she hates very high ones, she rocks shorter heels and walks in them with little to no effort. Or at least looks like it. All of her shoes are classy yet unique.

Now, let’s talk about her collection of accessories. Hitch likes her jewels in gold and only buys signature pieces: rings, earrings (for her four lobe perforations, two in each ear) and necklaces, of course. Yes, it is gold but in modest designs. Sounds fair, right?

Marlowe Freudenberg

Our big boy in here thinks that he should look presentable at all times since he’s the Chief Editor of the History student’s academic journal at Paradis’ Uni. Not that he cares a lot of his appearance, really.

And that’s actually cute because he puts effort into his outfits. Marlowe would be one of those straight guys that are hygienic and know how to dress and has no fragile masculinity.

Cologne is a must and part of his attire just like handkerchiefs are, because at the same time, he was raised to be the classic gentleman TM.

Marlowe dresses in all colors; he can’t choose a favorite one or a never-changing palette. He’s aware of season colors too and plays that at his wardrobe favor.

Yet for his outfits he’d follow few simple rules: oxfords (cleaned), dress pants (somewhere between slim fit and straight leg), some polo/dress shirt/cotton thing-y for top and a sweater / cardigan / blazer if season demands it.

Finally, our favorite student-editor spends some time of his routine shaving his face and styling his hair, albeit wouldn’t consider himself a vain guy nor full of himself. Lowkey expects Hitch to notice his appearance. Such a sweetheart.

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Domino Chapter Seven

The domino effect. How one thing happening can cause a chain reaction. How were you supposed to know a call home made by your cousin would be the tipping domino that sets off the next several years of your life?

WARNINGS: This is not a XReader type story. There will be OCs. Rindou X OC, Ran X OC. Mentions of various Bonten things and events that have only happened in the manga. If you haven't read the manga, and don't anything to be spoiled...DO NOT READ THEN!

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"I'm sorry, what?"

I blinked at the sunshine Anaiya standing in front of my bed, two very skimpy dresses clutched in her hands. The one in her right was black and very tiny and had massive holes in it. The one in her right was a deep blue and looked like mesh fabric...as in the whole thing was see through and had no second layer within it.

"We're going out." She smiled and gestured back to the two dresses in her hands.

I blinked a couple times at her, my brain trying hard to retain what she was saying. "To where? The red light district?"

"Not far from it I guess." She was so naïve it hurt. "We going to one of Ran and Rindou's clubs." She cheered and threw the dressed down on the bed.

"Do you people not sleep?" I groaned, flopping back down on my bed.

I had been out since five that morning listening to Sanzu give orders to his fleet of men, introducing me for whatever reason. After Sanzu was Kakucho and then Ran and Rindou. As soon as I got back to the penthouse I went to bed, just to be woken back up after only a few hours. It was like none of them knew was rest was.

"Sure we do. Now get up." Anaiya rolled her eyes before grabbing my wrists and pulling me up and out of bed. "Now, go shower and shave and wash your hair!"

"Bossy." I muttered under my breath as she shoved me into the bathroom.

After doing as she orders and making sure every inch on myself was as smooth as a newborn, Anaiya lathered honey and coco scented body oil and lotion all over my body...BY FORCE! After she made sure I smelled like the inside of a Bath and Body Works, she forced me to sit as she curled my hair down my back like a red waterfall and sprayed some very glittery coco perfumed substance in it.

"Is that body glitter?" I groaned as she continued to spray the substance over my body.

"Yes. Now sit still." She barked as she concentrated.

After the body glitter was applied to her liking and she finished with my makeup which she made very bronzy and bright, she did her own routine on herself. Her makeup reminded me of Barbie with how dainty and yet glammy she made herself appear. Then she pulled out the dresses, and this is when we started arguing back and forth.

"This is a fishnet, Iya." I said flatly, holding up the mesh and purposely ripped fabric.

She rolled her eyes, her heavy lashes making it more dramatic. "Then maybe you'll catch something in it."

"The flu." I retorted before shoving it back in her hands. "No way in hell."

"Why not!" She cried out like she was four again. Ever the tantrum thrower.

I looked at her flatly and said, "Because I'm not a trophy wife."

"But you could be!" She pouted more, then insult flying ever so high above her pretty blonde head.

"Anaiya," I sighed, "I am not wearing the UTI waiting to happen you call a dress." I turned and picked up a leopard printed leather and very tight looking laced up crop top along with a pear of black pants. "If I wear this will you shut up?"

She looked it over, mulled it over before looking back at me with this a seriousness I did not think anyone could muster over a topic like this. "Wear these boots and yes." She held up these stiletto boots and rolling my eyes I took them.

"Fine." I groaned and started to get dressed.

"I look like Pamela Anderson with red hair." I muttered unamused at my reflection. The top showed the girls ridiculously. "The only thing this shirt hides is my nipples." I groaned and looked over to my cousin. "Great! You look like slutty trophy wife Barbie."

"Really?" She cheered as if I was complimenting her.

Her blonde hair was straightened perfectly, her lighter complected body sprayed down with the body glitter, and her form hugged so tight by her pale pink haltered top mini dress you would think it was painted on. The "key hole" of the dress was rather large, and her breasts were nearly put on as much display as mine were.

"I can't stand you." I groaned and turned on my heels, picking the black clutch up from my bed and walking out of my room.

"Wait for me!" She whined loudly before trailing after me, her own sparkling silver clutch in her hand.

"No." I said flatly, descending the stairs as she rounded the corner out of my room.

I looked down in the living room where I saw Ran in fitted white slacks and a pale pink button down that was billowy and hung on him elegantly; Sanzu in some red leather pants and a grey skin tight shirt with his cotton candy hair tied back in a half up half down; and the Rindou his tight fitted black slacks that showed his very muscular and toned legs and a very fitted black button down he left mostly unbuttoned to show his toned and defined chest.

As I reached the last steps I heard Sanzu whistle and follow with a chuckle. "Jungle Cat on the loos tonight."

I looked him up and down and raised a brow. "This coming from the what? Submissive sex slave? For Tequila sake, Haruchiyo, you look like you're going to a sex club."

"And you look like someone's sex kitten." He shot back.

Grinning I said, "But never yours, Pinky Pie."

"Fuck you." He rolled his eyes and flung himself on the couch beside Rindou.

"You wish, coke head." I sat down on the other side of Rindou, in between him and his brother. I felt Rin's chilled gaze on me as I sat oddly close to him. That made me grin.

"Anaiya's idea?" Ran looked me over once before smirking. "Can't tell her no either, can you." He chuckled as Anaiya sauntered from around the couch, landing her spoiled plump rear on his lip as he lounged back in his seat.

"No one can, baby." She smiled pretty before pecking his lips.

Gaging I looked to the other goons next to me. Sanzu was snorting up a line and Rindou was looking down at his phone boredly. I took this time to notice the thick gold watch sitting on Rindou's wrist and the rings decorating his long fingers.

"See something you like, Jungle girl?" He asked amusingly and taunting. His eyes cut down at me from their corners and a small grin plastered on his face.

Giving his a sweet smile I looked up at him and ran a hand through his long hair before slowly cupping his cheek, a finger brushing over his lip slowly. I leaned forward, getting an inch from his lips and letting a breath pass between us. I tilted my head as if I would go in for a kiss. I slowly leaned in and dodging his lips and instead getting close to his ear.

"Your watch." I breathed huskily in his ear grin a grin plastered on my bronze-red painted lips. I leaned back and stood up, walking towards the door. "Everyone ready? I wanna party." I cheered and sauntered around the couch and towards the elevator.

The room had been still and the tension filling the room palpable. Ran and Anaiya smirked to themselves before getting up to join me while Rindou sat looking forward with a blush dusting his cheeks.

Sanzu, still leaning over his coke mirror, frozen in shock with wide eyes looked at Rindou. "Fuck, that'll make you horny!" He shouted before quickly snorting his last line and shooting up to prance towards us waiting by the elevator.

Rindou finally got up and as we all stood in the elevator I felt his eyes boring holes in my head. By the time we got to the lobby floor and the elevator dinged, Rindou was radiation tension again. Everyone quickly left the metal box, Sanzu being the first like the crack head he was. As I stepped out I felt a warm hand trail up my exposed back before give thick fingers gripped the back of my neck and warm lips pressed up against my ear.

"Game on." Rindou's husky and low voice nearly growled in my ear.

Anaiya wasn't joking when she said the Haitani Club we would be going to was very close to the red light district. However, the club wasn't filthy and filled with whores for pay. No, I felt like I had walked into a mob show when we rolled up in the limo. Guards walked to the doors and opened them, Sanzu, Ran, and Rin exiting the vehicle first as the stood and straightened the attired before Ran turned to lend Anaiya his hand to help her out. I didn't expect it when Rindou offered me his.

As he helped me out of the car, with a sturdy hand he shifted me in front of him and guided me in. Flashing lights around us as we entered were not club lights. They were paparazzi cameras flashing with pictures.

"Great, now my face will be plastered on every magazine and newspaper by morning." I muttered as we entered the building.

Rindou leaned forwards and tauntingly whispered, "Good thing it's a pretty one," in my ear. Shivers ran down my spine I will not lie.

Sanzu was flouncing around happily, his high definitely kicking in. Ran and Rindou guided Anaiya and I too a roped off area I knew could only be meant for those in Bonten. Two massive guards stood on the outside of the ropes looking and watching the area around us, and a girl in a very tight and skimpy cocktail dress approached us with a bar tray in her hand.

"Mr. Haitani and Mr. Haitani, welcome back." She bowed. "Would you like a bottle for your party?"

"No." Ran said boredly. "Two scotches dry, a vodka cranberry, and a tequila cranberry. All top shelf." He looked to Sanzu who was pulling another little baggy from his pocket. "A water for him." Ran said with a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

"Of course, Sir." The girl bowed again and took off towards the bar.

Lounging back once more, Ran and Rindou looked as though they had back at the Penthouse. Calm, bored, and cool. Anaiya smiled brightly from her perch in Ran's lap, her fingers tracing Ran's open palm up hand. He was whispering God only knows what in her ear to make her giggle like that, a cocky smirk on his lips.

"They're always like that." Rindou commented as he noticed me watching the pair in amusement.

I looked at him and smiled. "I think it's cute. Iya deserves to be doted on."

He looked at me and then glanced up at them. He looked at me again, I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't the slip of longing that crossed my features. Even though we were young, and we weren't as grabby and X-rated, Keisuke and I had been like Anaiya and Ran once. That's how I knew she was happy. I recognized that happiness.

Rindou looked serious and a bit bored as he looked down at me and said, "You do too."