#i just have too much fucking clothing and it enables me

[labyrynth]

i find dishes to be the more sisyphean task than laundry but. your tags. just kept going. and i was so completely enraptured. I've never met someone who hates laundry as passionately as i hate dishes. you almost convinced me to vote laundry instead of dishes because your tales of woe completely swept me away before i realized I'd already voted. you're still wrong, but i just want you to know that your words are utterly compelling.

i’m glad that my plight managed to bring you some amusement :’)

#moi #lmfaoooo #ask #anon #i have been desperately trying to figure out what to get rid of and it’s just. so hard. so exhausting. #i want to hoard everything bc ‘well i might wear it or need it someday!’ #and even the things i don’t like i’m like. tripped up by guilt bc i’ve never even worn them. #*stares at horrible dress pants i got in high school that i never wore once and i think look terrible on me* #bc that’s the whole problem #i just have too much fucking clothing and it enables me #like in college i had like. two sets of utensils. three bowls. one plate. #(i had more than one plate but only one of them had the pretty blue flowers so i only wanted to use the one) #one pot. #if it’s the only one you got you’re gonna wash the damn thing #but also if it’s the only one you’ve got well. it’s only one dish. washing it isn’t so bad. #the problem with trying to apply that to clothing is that i like clothing a lot more than i like cooking #also in college i had an easier time with laundry bc i just didn’t have as much of it and i had like. #specifically only brought things that were easy to care for #like jeans and tshirts and sweaters were perfectly fine for my purposes #but i LIKE nice clothing #high quality clothing just feels nicer to wear and it looks nice #but it’s also harder to care for and it takes up more space #and since i actually have a Fashion Preference noe #(which i didn’t really in college) #it’s just gotten out of hand #i just need to start letting things goooooo

[darkenedurge]

Edit / Update : Part 2 is now posted here.

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𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐲.

“ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐲, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐘𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 – 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡. ”

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CONTENT : P in V Sex | Implied Age Difference (Enver refers to Durge as “little one”) | Sloppy Make-Outs, Mark Making, all that good stuff | Referenced Switch! Durge | Dom! Enver Gortash | “Forgive me Father for I have sinned” (that’s.. basically the whole fic/plot) | Rough Sex | Spit as lube, fun !!

` Inspired by this post.

And also, this song;

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“But, ma’am, you could have anyone you wanted–”

Your dagger was swiftly swung, landing just a mere fraction before it met the skin of the poor, fragile, meek, little butler. His eyes flit, from each corner of the room, to the door – as it remained open, only by a crack. If he ran, he surely couldn’t make it, and even if he did – that would certainly be the end for him. This was heresy, both you and he knew that equally. Yet, another shared knowledge, was that you would never free your favourite toy. You were bounded in his chains, just as much as he in yours – Enver Gortash.

It wasn’t a faux claim, to say that you could have anyone. Followers, worshippers, dedicants of Bhaal, were far too quick, eager to throw themselves at your feet – be bent at your will, trampled beneath your pretty foot. These were all trivial matters, and ones that you rarely indulged in for such reasons. Perhaps on occasion, for a quick fuck. Though, you were almost always unsatisfied – insatiable.

Always would you delve impatient, frustrated fingers into your begging cunt, bringing yourself to the edge with a flutter of your eyelashes. Pleasure, but not in its truth. No, that’s where Enver came in.

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You weren’t sure how it had even occurred. He and you, had always had a lingering eye for once another – stealing glances and sparing the flick of your tongue across your lip, wetting the plush skin, as you allowed yourself only a second longer to indulge in his stature. Small, fleeting moments of tension had somehow, pinned you beneath him – his teeth assaulting your collarbones, marks of possession and brutality staining your skin. Even the simple, slight swirl of his tongue as his mouth enveloped your nipple, had you gasping – hand flying to his hair, fingers curling and taking a fistful of his shaggy, inky locks. His knee parts your legs, and you rut needily against him. To which, he chuckles – scoffs, and tuts, “Impatient little thing, aren’t you? Someone hasn’t been taking care of my favourite assassin in my absence.. I should’ve claimed you sooner.” Sweet, citrusy words. Words of praise that, pathetically, could’ve made you come right there and then.

“M’sorry..” You murmur, breath audibly hitching as Enver pinched a nipple between his teeth, “You just feel so good.”

He hums, and the sound reverberates through your chest – forcing a shiver to course throughout your body, riding up your spine. “We’ve barely started, little one,” His eyes greet yours, head raised as he speaks, “It’s not good quite yet.”

That’s when your lips connect, for the first time, and the entirety of your stomach coils into tight, pleading knots. Enver grunts, the noise muffled by your intertwined passion – drool seeping from the side of your mouth, sloppy, wet dances shared between your tongues.

You don’t see Enver naked, then. You wouldn’t for a while. For now, and hereafter, he’d simply shrug himself free of the confines that his clothes so needlessly, annoyingly provided. As lazily as he’d enabled himself, Enver only provided the same impatience for you – ushering your panties aside, in favour of wasting precious seconds tugging them down to rest at your ankles. In a strange acknowledgment of admiration, you favoured his methods. His comprehensive need to feel you swallow his cock, take him the way the Gods had so sinfully intended.

Enver wets his fingers, tongue resting upon his lower lip as he swiped the tips until they were adequately coated – lathering your entrance in his saliva, earning a subtle flinch on your behalf. No warning is offered, he pushes into you with force, heavenly in the way that it hurts – in the way he stretches you, as he bottoms out with a wavering groan.

Your walls flutter around him, your hands finding their place upon his shoulders as he begins to piston his hips at a relentless, pace – you squeak, squeal, your nails press into the supple flesh beneath them. Enver is not shy to make noise, in return, his mouth no prison to the grunts, groans and moans that follow – in tandem with his thrusts. Over and over, you feel him assault a spot you hadn’t even known existed – deep, deep inside of you, making you quiver and tighten rhythmically.

“Say my name, little one,” Enver pants out in demand, fucking you evermore, “Say my name.”

You could hardly deny the request of a man who was literally, fucking you senseless. Making your head spin, your cheeks flush and stomach churn. “Enver..” You whine, like a mewling kitten. No, not good enough.

Again, “Enver.” It’s louder this time, and your nails drag down his upper back.

“Enver!” Oh Gods, are you going to cum?

As your heart pounds mercilessly in your ears, you can distantly hear Enver release a small, huff of a laugh. You voice is almost hoarse, as a cry strangles from your throat, “Enver! Enver, I’m-!”

You came. It’s akin to that of a crashing wave, and a roaring fire, in beautiful unison. There’s a hot, swarming pool that follows – Enver, no doubt, laying his claim; cumming almost simultaneously, filling you to the brim. You’re trembling as he holds you, pulls you flush against his chest and peppers kisses to the nape of your neck.

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He wouldn’t be staying long. Slinking off back, toward his duties without so much as a whisper. Still, such ignorance didn’t pain you. You knew he’d be back, this was the very birth of a whirlwind. One that was destructive, perhaps. But, destruction is your birthright. Your solemn purpose.

You sit, thighs sticky and skin glazed in sweat. “Father,” Your hand is clutched to your exposed chest, resting over the thrum of your heart, “Forgive me..please.”

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate iii #bg3 #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #baldurs gate gortash #dark urge x gortash #gortash x durge #gortash x reader #gortash x tav #bg3 x reader #bg3 x you #the dark urge #bg3 durge #durgetash #smut #bg3 smut #x reader #x you #x you smut #x reader smut #short fanfic

[unoislazy]

Fucking Brat

Mizu x Reader

Summary: you fuck around, you find out.

Disclaimer; Ray if you read this fic I’m gonna kill you.

Obviously swearing.

A bit heated but no nsfw

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You and Mizu met during one of her many stops, this stop in particular happens to be the town you lived in. Mizu had essentially saved you from being taken by three men who had no regard or respect for your boundaries. From then on, you refused to leave her side, wanting some kind of protection in exchange for really anything Mizu wanted.

Well apparently the one thing off the table was your cooperation.

While traveling together, you and Mizu butt heads constantly. The fact that she had kept you around this long would’ve been a shock to anyone considering how you two talked to each other. You always liked to poke fun at things that she did, situations you came across, anything and everything. Mizu never openly found your jokes or teasing manner all that funny and yet for some reason unbeknownst to you, she kept you around.

You liked to tease her, oftentimes that meant just openly flirting with her despite never getting a reaction. You almost thought it was impossible for her to ever flirt back so you never felt any shame in what you said. She had never truly given you a reason to believe otherwise so you constantly tested her patience.

You had found a place to rest, which this time surprisingly was not in the middle of nowhere in the woods. Due to low funds, you, Ringo, and Mizu all had to share a room but you had agreed to sleep on opposite sides of the room.

Now you sit staring at the woman across from you, the room was extremely quiet given the fact that Ringo was not there. You had your chin resting on your hand as you pouted. Mizu didn’t even need to look up to know that you were staring at her.

“What do you want?” She asked, one of her hands lightly rubbed a cloth on the lense of her glasses to clear them up.

“Am I not allowed to look at you?” You asked in a very sarcastic tone, you knew what you were starting.

“Not when you’re staring, no.” She argued, her voice was low and she didn’t really want to enable you by responding but she couldn’t help herself.

“Why? Are you going to burst into flames if I don’t stop?”

“No, but you’ll lose an eye.” She responded, placing her glasses down on top of her cape which had been folded beside her. She really had no reason to wear them, you already knew two of the secrets she hid.

“Oh, scary.” You mocked, pretending to be trembling in fear. “You know you’d never hurt me.”

“You wanna bet?” She asked, finally looking up at you.

“You’re no fun.” You pouted again, now facing away from her. You didn’t think Mizu would actually ever put you in danger, but honestly you didn’t want to find out either.

“Never said I was.”

“Do you have even the slightest sense of humor?”

“Considering what you think is funny? No.”

You groaned at her response, she was so annoyingly dull and barely ever gave you anything to work off of. Which is why, any chance you’d get, you’d try your best to annoy her and push her to her limit.

“So, Mizu.” You began. The woman didn’t even pay you any mind this time but you knew she was at least still listening. You had slowly begun to make your way next to her, much to her very clear dismay. “Are you always so serious?” You asked despite obviously knowing the answer.

“Only when I’m annoyed.” She answered just as plainly as she had every other time. By now she had already set down her glasses but she still refused to properly look at you.

“You know I feel like our time together would be much more pleasant if you would lighten up a bit.” You jokingly suggested. You didn’t mind her reluctance to give you any sort of answer, sure it was incredibly annoying, but it only made your job more interesting trying to find more intricate ways to go about it.

However, this time Mizu didn’t even answer. She sent you one look and that was it.

“Your eyes are so pretty, it’s too bad that every time you look at me they’re only filled with disdain.” You pouted, still not gaining any response from the woman. Alright fine, if she was going to be boring, you’d have to up your game.

You moved yourself closer to the woman, now sitting beside her

You very carefully moved your hand closer to hers before you muttered,

“You know letting yourself have fun won’t kill you.”

You were persistent, she’d have to hand you that. She had to catch herself at one point, she couldn’t let herself so much as look interested in whatever kind of trouble you were trying to offer. No distractions, that was what she kept herself to, and that’s what she planned on staying with.

Your persistence was beginning to get on her nerves though, not because she didn’t enjoy your useless bickering, oh no it was quite the opposite. It was because she enjoyed it that she was annoyed. She didn’t want to let herself cave in, she had to keep herself from pointless endeavors, no matter how tempting they may have been, and you had tried tempting her on more than one occasion and nearly succeeded.

Why she kept you around if she didn’t want to be distracted was beyond either of you.

“Come on Mizu.” You teased, your hand overlapping hers as you noticed the annoyed look on her face. It wasn’t incredibly noticeable but the way her lips and nose scrunched ever so slightly let you know you were doing precisely what you wanted. Besides, Mizu was no stranger to being blunt, had she not wanted this attention she would’ve stopped you well before this point.

Your hand slowly traveled from her hand, lightly grazing up her arm before landing on her shoulder, you leaned towards her and whispered,

“Let go, just for a little.”

Mizu then swiftly grabbed your arms pulling them off her shoulder and then pinning you down. You hit the ground fast, but it wasn’t a hard enough impact to hurt, if anything it simply shocked you. You weren’t expecting such a sudden outburst, and especially not such a restricting one. Now you were lying beneath her, her lower half straddling you much like you had seen her due to a few others on your travels.

You’d never admit it to her but any time she did this to someone else you silently wished it would have been you, well it seems like you got your wish.

You looked up at her, her breathing wasn’t incredibly heavy but it was noticeable enough, her hands were tightly wrapped around your wrists, they didn’t hurt but it was a bit uncomfortable.

The annoyance she held on her face had become much more noticable, but her eyes held an emotion that you couldn’t quite read.

“Do you ever stop talking?” She asked, obviously not wanting an answer. Your eyes were widened from the sudden shift in attitude before you smirked.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” You joked, earning a scoff from Mizu.

“You think you’re so funny.”

“I know I am.”

“Would you shut up?”

“Make me.” You challenged. The woman whose face was no more than a few mere inches away from your face paused for a moment. She was contemplating something and honestly with the way she acted it could either be that she wanted to slit your throat or make you regret saying that somehow.

You wouldn’t though, you said what you said and you meant it.

“What, you don’t know how too? That’s too bad, I guess you’ll just have to de-“ Before you could finish your snarky remark, Mizu had planted a kiss directly on your lips. It wasn’t a soft loving kiss, it was rough, full of longing, and an annoyance that only you could be the blame for. You couldn’t help but melt into it, sure you were trapped underneath her so there was not much else you could do but you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something you wanted to come out of your shameless flirting.

She shifted a bit on top of you, her legs were firmly planted on either side of your waist keeping her still. She was still holding your hands down but not as tightly as she had been, one of them slowly moved down your arm as she deepened the kiss.

While this wasn’t exactly what you were expecting from Mizu, you weren’t complaining. If anything you just expected, “you’re so annoying leave me alone.” And to call it a day, but clearly that’s not where you were going to leave this off.

As flirty and unflustered you wanted to act about this situation, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last that long. Your heart was pounding rapidly, you shifted your legs a bit uncomfortably underneath her, trying to readjust yourself.

Seeing as this wasn’t the outcome you were expecting you didn’t know where to go from here, you truly didn’t believe you’d get this far.

After some time Mizu finally released from the kiss, lifted off of you only to return back to the position she had been in before where she was a few inches away from your face. Once she had lifted from you, you both sat in silence for a moment before she let out,

“God you’re such a fucking brat.” She practically growled. You stared at her, your eyes widening even the slightest bit as you felt your stomach do a backflip. You had never felt that way with anyone so feeling it now with her was a discovery you had not planned on making at this specific point in time.

As funny as you might have thought this situation was before this point, You had pushed her to the limit and now you were dealing with the consequences of it.

You weren’t complaining either.

She continued to hold you in place despite you making no real effort to move away from her, not like you could even if you tried. You both sat there, inches away from each other, just staring at each other. Her eyes were filled not with annoyance like you expected them to be but… amusement. She was enjoying this just as much as you were.

Seemed like she was willing to partake in a distraction after all.

Your reluctance to make another joke at her expense after saying what she did didn’t go unnoticed by Mizu. A smirk slowly made its way onto her face as she scoffed, “That's what gets you to shut up?” She asked rhetorically.

She wasn’t wrong, you hadn’t said anything since then and honestly it embarrassed you. You had so many good lines but that one thing made you shut down almost completely. It felt almost as if the whole reality of the situation came running into you full force.

You were laying under Mizu as she straddled you, and you got yourself into that position by annoying her until she wanted to make you shut up. If this was anyone’s fault, it was your own.

“Nothing to say now?” She mocked in a way similar to how you had originally. You didn’t know what to say and all you could do was just stare at her. What does one say in this position?

“Where did this come from?”

Finally you had at least managed to get a few words out.

Mizu leaned forward, her lips gently brushing against your ear as she whispered,

“From you testing my patience.”

With that the feeling had come back yet again. She knew what she was doing and you really couldn’t complain, not like you would anyways.

“Not so brave when you have no power.” She continued to tease, a very knowing smirk stayed plastered on her face before she had neared your face once again. You could see it in her eyes that she had gotten some sort of idea and you hadn’t a clue in the world what it could’ve been.

“Since you feel it so necessary to speak all the time,” She began, pushing your wrists together so you could grab them with one hand, the now free hand was now gently placed on your chest.

“Why don’t you say out loud what you want to come from this, and we’ll see how lucky you get.”

Her eyes were staring into yours, suddenly you felt as if you never wanted to speak again. Sure this wasn’t what you planned but it was still what you wanted, and yet you felt an odd sense of stage fright.

It was only you two, no one else. Ringo had been off gathering items which often took him up to an hour, Taigen had been left behind yet again after trying to get Mizu to duel him for the millionth time. There was no one else but you and her and an empty room.

“I want…” You began, earning an expectant gaze from Mizu. She was being surprisingly patient for someone who seemed to really want to drag you off the pedestal you pretended to put yourself on sometimes. As you tried to express whatever it was you wanted, her hand slowly made its way from your chest and up to gently cup your face,

“You don’t know, do you?”

It was as if she read your mind, or just paid attention to the fact you couldn’t figure out how to answer. You shook your head, you didn’t want to admit to her that you had been bluffing throughout your flirts but it seems like that wall was wearing thin either way. You were surprised it even took this long to begin with, you had been bluffing from the get go, but now that you were actually face to face with the extremely attractive woman who you’ve said multiple things you might have wanted to take back, you didn’t know what to do or say until it finally clicked,

“All of you. I want all of you.” You finally answered. It wasn’t the answer your originally intended but it was an answer nonetheless.

“Not exactly what I was referring to, but it’s ambitious, I like it.” She admitted. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed before she leaned down yet again and whispered,

“Let’s see how much you can handle.”

#x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #fanfiction #x gn reader #mizu x reader #unoislazy #brat #mizu my love #mizu my wife #mizu come home the kids miss you #mizufics #mizubrainrot #mizu bes #bes mizu #mizu #blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai fanart #blue eye samurai fanfic #blue eyed samurai #i love women

[comradekatara]

Genuinely asking—what changes would you make to the adult gaang designs? :)

this is such a fun question thank u for enabling me. i mean i draw them as adults sometimes so also check out my /oldergaang tag if u want visuals (altho i also change my designs a lot because my art is nothing if not inconsistent) but if i was just going with like standard character designs like if i could redesign that hideous “old friends” poster for example…

aang: get rid of that fucking. chinstrap. don’t give him white man features because what the hell is that. and let him wear his off the shoulder monk robes from book 3 because he was slaying with that fit. actually the way aang is drawn in imbalance is basically perfect i would retain that design into adulthood. thank u peter wartman for all that u do….

katara: i don’t mind the older katara design (from the little we see of it) but it’s also not nearly as cunty and slayful as i would like. katara is genuinely interested in fashion and loves experimenting with clothes and hair and makeup, i refuse to believe that as she ages and has more resources to tailor her style to her own personal tastes she wouldn’t get a little funky with it. like she kind of just looks boring and uninspired in her older design, and that’s unacceptable to me because she should be hot. adult katara should be the hottest woman you have ever seen in your life. and she should be buff, also. shredded, even.

toph: any signifiers of copness are obviously unacceptable to me. but even more that than, it’s very important to me that older toph is distinctly butch. i think she would cut her hair the second she realizes that there is no reconciliation to be found with her parents and that there is no reason to adhere to those confucian values. and she would wear a lot of sleeveless outfits (sort of like the shirt korra wears in “korra alone”) to show off her biceps and also space bracelet (spacelet) that is her prized possession forever. and she’s just kind of a hot hippie butch legend . period.

zuko: in the old friends poster he literally looks like a lizard so just like. no. wtf. and i like his long hair in theory but i don’t like that it’s styled after ozai and not ursa, i think his hair would be shwoopier and frame his face more. and his robes should be less spiky and militaristic and more designed for comfort because that’s what makes him feel most like his true authentic self and he deserves that. also weird for a guy who is trying to demilitarize the fire nation to wear an armor-adjacent type of outfit. so mainly he’d just look softer and more like his mom.

sokka: i hate buff goatee whitewashed sokka that is some kind of demon. lok did so little with him and yet said so much (all of it egregiously wrong, ofc). sokka would be fairly tall (although not as tall as aang) and have defined muscle but in a sinewy, lanky way. and despite always having enough to eat he’d still look somewhat malnourished just because he’s constantly overworked and exhausted and never takes care of himself. and his ponytail would be longer but he’d still shave the sides. and the older he gets the darker his clothes get until he basically just wears black all the time because at some point he realizes that it’s more advantageous to remain culturally ambiguous if he’s gonna be a cosmopolitan. and he wears glasses (which were a gift from kuei). and sometimes he uses a cane because he didn’t sufficiently take care of his broken leg after the war ended and now he’s paying the price for it. and his cane has a blade inside too, but he rarely ever even pulls out the blade because he can incapacitate someone with just a wooden stick anyway. so he looks like if a nerd was a shadow was about to collapse at any given moment was secretly ruling the entire world. and he’s not in any sort of front-facing position of power whatsoever but he’s actually pulling all the strings from behind the scenes, and it’s exhausting. his eyebags are visible from outer space.

suki: i don’t even think there is a “canon” adult suki character design besides her in her kyoshi warrior armor and makeup but to me casual suki just starts dressing more like sokka. like the loose baggy sleeveless shirts (except in a lighter shade of blue bc kyoshi island colors) and tight pants and boots. it’s a very dykey look already and they’re basically girlfriend twins so their styles would merge even more than it already has within the show itself. like sometimes people think that sokka and suki are siblings because they dress so similarly and give off such a similar vibe and they’re just like “but we’re literally different ethnicities??? and also we are currently making out????”

okay bonus round bc i can’t just neglect them

azula: she cuts her hair really short and as an adult leaves it to shoulder length for the most part because that’s more comfortable for her. like zuko, she also starts dressing for comfort, and for a period in her late teens stops wearing makeup altogether. she gets back into wearing makeup as an adult, but she stops caring about whether or not she leaves the house with lipstick on, and it becomes more about the process for her than the result. she’s comfy and cute and dykey.

mai: sokka is her lesbian style icon so after her first haircut that was inspired by toph’s haircut to piss off her parents, she gets an undercut and starts wearing her hair in a ponytail like sokka. as she gets older she also gets more confident in her body and doesn’t feel like she needs to wear baggy long-sleeved clothing at all times or she’ll die. and she isn’t rail thin as an adult either because she starts letting herself eat more than a single grain of rice at a time. also, she gets a sword.

ty lee: she becomes a kyoshi warrior so she starts incorporating more blues and greens into her wardrobe, but also more oranges and yellows after she embraces her air nomad heritage. and she just dresses very colorfully and has a vast rotation of different cute little outfits. and i think she’d also experiment with different hairstyles once she has the freedom to define herself outside of the aesthetics expected of her. she looks beautiful always

haru: he finally shaves that thang

#shadowoftheraven15 #asks #the gaang and #postwargaang #oldergaang

[unpretty]

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the amazon quarantine:

amazon sucks and doesn't pay for shit except 'bounties' so ignoring all of this is fine actually. i get pennies for most things. it's bad.

Here's the fucking. 'influencer page' that Amazon gave me. I don't really know how it works. Anyway the rest of this is bounties.

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Audible Plus, if you use my link and sign up for a free trial I get $5 and if you actually pay I get another $10.

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[nyoomfruits]

for landoscar: one having to sit in the other's lap when space is tight and them both blushing like crazy over it!

this little drabble (as far as you can call 1k of fic a little drabble) features lando being a menace, seb and his bees, and the hilarious little school trip the entire grid took to buzzing corner during the japanese grand prix which i cant find the pictures of anymore.

If anything, it’s Lando’s own dumb fault.

He’s running late, because he’s always running late, following behind Oscar who is also always running late, and seriously, who let them be teammates? Clearly they are just enabling each other’s worst habits.

They make it onto Seb’s stupid bee bus just in time, squeezing in just as Seb starts throwing impatient glances at his watch, muttering an annoyed ‘there you are’ as Oscar takes the little step into the bus, his stupid shorts sliding over his leg to reveal a tantalizing strip of thigh.

It’s the only excuse Lando has for nearly face planting himself onto the floor of the bus as he trips inside himself. He can’t believe they’re being carted around the track in an oversized van like a bunch of high schoolers going on a school trip, but it’s Seb, and most of the grid would give their lives for Seb if he asked, so.

The bus is crammed full, everyone already having taken a seat, and Oscar slides into the only seemingly available seat next to Fernando.

“What about me, then?” Lando says, waving his arms around, a little annoyed.

“Lando,” Seb says, in his ‘I’m not mad, just disappointed’ voice, “I would really like to leave now.”

“Well I can’t just-“

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Lando,” Alex says, from two seats over. “Just go and sit in Oscar’s lap or something.”

Lando opens his mouth to protest, but everyone is looking at him with slightly disgruntled facial expressions, and he sighs, defeated, before turning to Oscar, who is looking at Lando with wide eyes.

“Uh,” he says, and then shuffles in his seat a little before he goes. “Yeah, sure, just. Sit down.”

“Right,” Lando says, and then carefully sits himself down on Oscar’s thighs, trying not to inconvenience Oscar too much by putting his weight forward as much as possible.

He fails immediately, when the bus jerks forward and Lando gets flung backwards into Oscar’s lap, nearly toppling onto the floor altogether.

“Fuck,” he exclaims, but just as he’s about to slide off completely Oscar’s arms find their way around his waist, pulling him close so his back slots against Oscar’s chest.

“Careful,” Oscar says, and his mouth is right at Lando’s shoulder, his lips brushing against the fabric of Lando’s polo and Lando is going to kill Seb and his stupid bees.

“Yeah,” Lando says, “Yup, yeah, sorry.” He tries to scoot forward again, suddenly way too aware of the proximity of his ass to Oscar’s dick - and fucking damnit now he can’t stop thinking about Oscar’s dick -, but Oscar tightens his arms around him, presumably in an attempt to protect him but only resulting in making Lando feel like maybe Seb and the bees should kill him.

In the front of the bus, Seb is enthusiastically telling them about the bee project. Next to them, Fernando is staring out of the window, nodding along to whatever Seb he’s saying. On Oscar’s lap, Lando’s been stuck on a horrible loop of ‘Oscar’s dick Oscar’s dick Oscar’s dick’. Seriously. Why does the guy insist on wearing those stupid flimsy shorts. It can’t be just to torture Lando’s entire existence.

It also doesn’t help that Oscar’s breath is fanning over his neck, his mouth brushing against Lando’s shoulders, his neck ever so often as the bus bounces around the track.

Lando’s dreamt of this, before, maybe. Of Oscar behind him, of Oscar’s hands on his waist, Oscar’s mouth on his neck.

The dreams had involved considerably less clothes. Also considerably less the entire fucking F1 grid.

“You, uh, you okay?” Oscar asks, and his voice is a little tight, as he whispers low into Lando’s ear, sending shivers down Lando’s spine.

Lando once again considers the pros and cons of just flinging himself out of the window.

“Yeah. Yeah, why?” He says, trying to act casual, trying to act like Oscar’s arms aren’t currently burning a hole in Lando’s abdomen with the way they’re wrapped around him.

“You’re uh, you’re squirming. A lot. And it’s-“ Oscar cuts off, and his voice is still tight, his breath a little shaky, and when Lando scoots back only a little bit he can feel-

Oh.

Oh.

Now that’s interesting.

It’s like a switch flicks, in Lando’s brain. See before it had been the embarrassing reality of having the hots for a teammate who probably doesn’t… hot you back. But now. “It’s what?” He asks sweetly, pretending like the corner the bus takes makes him slide further back into Oscar’s lap, ‘accidentally’ grinding his ass down on Oscar’s dick.

Oscar groans, quiet and barely audible over the roar of the bus if Oscar’s mouth wasn’t right next to his ear, and his arms move from around Lando so he can grab Lando’s waist with his hands. “Lando,” he says warningly.

“Yes?” Lando asks, wiggling experimentally and letting out a frustrated little huff when he realizes Oscar’s grip is quite strong, actually.

“Will you just fucking keep still,” Oscar grits out, his hands tightening on Lando’s waist, and oh, okay. That’s kind of hot. Lando should explore that. Later. When they’re not in the stupid fucking bee bus.

“All right, that’s my queue to leave,” Fernando says, getting up out of his seat next to them. Lando hadn’t even noticed the bus had come to a standstill until everyone is already filtering out. Lando twists around in his seat to look at Oscar, and oh.

Oscar’s cheeks are a wonderful shade of bright fucking red, his pupils dilated as he pokes out his tongue to lick at his lips, and Lando briefly – very briefly – considers the pros and cons of bus sex.

“I’m-“ Oscar says, and he looks a little unsure, a little unflustered, and Lando realizes that while Oscar’s feelings have been, well. Very obvious, Lando hasn’t done anything so far but wiggle. So he surges forward, kisses Oscar quick, soft, while the camera’s are busy filming Seb showing the rest of the grid the bee hives.

“Later,” he says, promises, vows.

“Later,” Oscar agrees, voice a little hoarse, eyes a little wide.

Maybe, maybe Lando won’t kill Seb and his bees after all. Maybe, instead, he should send them some flowers. Just, as a thank you.

#ALSO thank you for all the well wishes i do feel a lil better now :) #landoscar #mctwinks #twinklaren #drabble #ask game

[sinfulsalutations]

𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ

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⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

The sergeant is very unruly in the bathroom.

He is the shittiest person to share a fresher with.

Somehow manages to leave the whole thing wet as he gets out of the shower, has hair all in the drains and clinging to the shower wall, and the mirror is totally fogged up to the point you have to air out the room for a solid few minutes.

All of his hair products and body care stuff also take up so much counter space, leaving barely enough for yours (which is much more minimal).

You’re trying your best to help Hunter implement new, better habits as time goes on, but it’s proving difficult.

He’d never believe you, but you might insist he’s this way because he likes to relax and not bother in the fresher, as it’s the only time for himself to truly unwind and enjoy himself.

But no. That can’t be the reason why. Right?

Tech

He is a CHRONIC nail biter and skin picker.

It’s just a constant fiddle thing.

Helps him focus on something but he also just gets picky with the state of his nails and the skin surrounding it.

Consistently gets to a point where the poor things are red and swollen and just look painful.

Subtly you try to make him stop; switching to a new soap, coating his nails with bad tasting polish and finish, etc.

It doesn’t work.

He somehow always manages to swerve around it and continue biting his nails.

One day you’ll find a strategy to get him to stop; hint, it might be letting him fiddle around with your hands a little…

Wrecker

Sloppy with food. Like, very sloppy.

If you hand him a full plate, a good portion of it will find its way onto the table, the floor, his pants, his shirt, and the surrounding area of his mouth.

He just can’t seem to keep it all in one place.

It’s not that big of a deal; if he’s truly conscious about it, he won’t actively make a mess (though he might still get some on his clothes and mouth), but a lot of the time, he isn’t.

Either way, it’s kind of charming. Seeing him snarf down food enthusiastically only fits so well with the rest of his character.

Crosshair

This man’s sleep schedule is fuuuuucked; more fucked than Tech’s, even.

He will go to bed early, wake up in the middle of night and stay up until the morning when he finally does fall asleep for a few hours but is forced to wake up and start the day.

Or alternatively, he’ll go to bed very late, sleep until noon, and spend his day taking minor naps only continuing his habit of sleeping later.

The worst part is he doesn’t make any effort to fix it and practically enables it.

What kind of fucked up form of masochism is this? you think.

He’s a quiet riser and sleeper so this habit of his manages not to affect anyone else, but it especially bothers you out of your care for crosshair and his well-being.

You might try and coax him to sleep and wake up at proper times with you, and it might work every now and then— but Crosshair’s sleep schedule doesn’t follow anyone’s orders.

Echo

This boy has really bad posture.

It’s not very obvious compared to Tech’s posture, but it causes him lots of shoulder and neck aches, especially when he’s sitting in the cockpit for too long.

You make jokes about getting him a back brace and he grumbles with a laugh, “I already got enough metal hooked up to me.”

Sometimes when you notice it and see him rubbing at his neck, you get his attention and sweetly tell him ‘shoulders up, love.’

Without fail, he does so with a soft smile and leans over to kiss your cheek as a way of thanking you for the reminder.

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[anxious-witch]

Sooo, since like, literally three people asked(like I need more enabling lmao) here is a drabble/snippet from poly!JO soulmate au from August. It isn't finished and kinda a kess so read at your own risk, definitely not up to my usual quality.

Tw for alcohol, vomiting, character's drink being spiked (if I forgot anything, please let me know)

Bojan was born with four stripes on his stomach. Yellow, red, purple and blue. It reminded him of a mini rainbow. When he was little he used to trace them. Wondering how it related to his soulmate.

His parents seemed reluctant to tell him. And Bojan didn't understand. Not until his sister pulled him aside one day before he started school and explained. Soulmate marks indicated something about his soulmate, but his was special. Bojan remembered that she specifically used the word special.

Not weird, not odd. Special.

She said that since his has more than one color, it probably means more than one soulmate. That there was nothing wrong eith that, but that he had to be careful since not everyone would understand. 

She told him it was easy enough to cover with clothes, but in case he needed to, she showed him how to hide it with makeup.

Bojan hadn't been seven for awhile now. He was twenty four and he understood much, much better why his sister was so careful about all of it. At best, people with multiple marks were looked down upon. And Bojan didn't always have the best of luck, either.

He wished he could say that the reason he wanted to convince Kris to join the band was purely because of talent. Not that Kris wasn't extremly talented because he was. Bojan was already laying groundwork to ask him to join. And then Kris tied his hair back in a ponytail, revealing his soulmark.

Four stripes. Red, pink, purple and blue. Perfectly lined up. 

Bojan had to swallow past the lump in his throat. Found one of you. 

He didn't want Kris to join the band because of that thiugh. So instead he did his best to charm him. Teasing and laughing and promising. Kris agreed, under the condition that Jan may join too.

"He is my best friend and my soulmate. I am not going anywhere without him."

How could have Bojan refused?

Kris and Jan were polar opposites that somehow managed to work in perfect harmony. Kris charmed you with his cute laugh and politeness, while Jan disarmed you with flirting and downright filthy things he could say with a straight face.

Bojan planned on telling them about his mark. He really did. It was just that everytime he tried, fear of rejection wrapped itself over his chest.

What if they didn't want him? What if it would make things weird? 

He was a coward. He knew as much. He just couldn't bring himself to tell them. 

His mark ached sometimes. Especially when he saw how gently Jan would kiss the mark on Kris's neck, or Kris wrapping his fingers around the one on Jan's wrist. 

Jan made it worse with the way he wore his so openly. Like a badge of honor. Bojan suggested him to put a bracelet or some makeup on it once, to hide it.

He remembered Jan's fury to this day.

"What, do you have something against it? Do you think I should be fucking ashamed of my soulmates?"

Bojan took a step back, raising his hands in a placating gesture.

"No, of course not...I just think it might be wise not to show it off. People get beaten up for less. I don't want to see you hurt."

Jan looked at him for one very long moment. Bojan felt like he was being carved from inside out and examined.

"Let me worry about that. What business of yours is that, anyway?"

Bojan's mark pulsed under his shirt. He resisted the urge to rub the pain away. He shrugged.

"None."

They never spoke of it again. Years passed and Bojan got used to the yearing that came with being so close and yet so far. 

And then Jure came along. Bojan was still sad because of Matic leaving. That's the only excuse he had for not noticing Jure's mark sooner.

It came to a head during summer vacation. Jure joined them at the pool. And on his leg, just under his knee, was a mark. Four strips. Yellow, pink, red and purple.

Bojan heard Kris gasp from somewhere far away. His own mark throbbed underneath the band aid he put on. The lie he said was that he had a scar from surgery that he didn't want to show. Jan teased him for being vain, but no one ever questioned it. 

He and Martin exchanged a glance. Silently agreeing to leave and give them a moment. If Bojan's heart felt heavy or his mark burned, knowing he belonged there too, well. That was only for him to know.

Bojan was running out of excuses. Jure made a perfect new addition to Kris and Jan. While they certainly took some time to find a way to navigate a new configuration, they did work it out. Sometimes Bojan was so jealous he could taste it. 

Which usually meant he got hammered and left with the first person who wanted to take him home and fuck him. 

Other times, he just got hammered and called Luka through Skype. Luka who'd cursed him out and scolded him for being an idiot, but would still try and get him to take care of himself. Made sure he drank water and had a bucket nearby.

That was probably more than he deserved.

"So let me get this straight. Three of your soulmates recently got together. Which disproved your theory about them not wanting you because they are monogamous. Shocker, really. And instead of telling them now, you got hammer."

Bojan raised a finger in the air.

"And made out with a girl at the party in front of them."

Luka pinched his nose. He took a deep breath.

"And made out with a girl in front of them. Great! Lovely! What's the next step in your brilliant, self-destructive plan?"

Bojan shrugged. Luka sighed again.

"You are a menace. But you are also my friend. Which means I want you to be a happy menace. Please tell them."

"I'll think about it."

Luka shook his head and looked at him sadly.

"Sure you will."

---

He didn't end up telling them. In his defense, he really was preoccupied. Few days later, Martin told him he was leaving the band to concentrate on finishing college.

Bojan grieved the loss of another friend, as ridiculous as it sounded. While Kris and Jan loved Martin as well, it was different. They had each other and Jure now.

So Bojan arranged everything for Martin's last concert with them. And looked for the replacement. Which was how he found Nace. 

Bringing Jan along was his first mistake. Perhaps if he hadn't it could have been avoided. 

Nace fit into the criteria to perfectly replace Martin on stage. Jure even joked they looked similar enough that fans won't even notice the difference. Bojan would, though. He wasn't only losing a friend who he worked with since the beginning, but also his last line of defense. 

His mark ached harder than before ever since Jure joined in. 

He and Jan interviewed Nace and it was all going well. Bojan was finally starting to relax, realizing Nace would be a good fit. He was responsible, but knew how to joke still. They did need someone to keep them in check on occasion. And Nace didn't drink. His guitar skills were amazing too. All in all, perfect.

Up until he took off his leather jacket and stayed only in short sleeves. Showing off a soulmark on his right biceps.

Four stripes. Yellow, pink, red and blue. Bojan froze. 

"Nace," Jan said, sounding almost breathless, "is that your soulmark?"

Nace looked at him in confusion. Jan raised his hand to show off his wrist and Nace's eyes widened. 

"You are-"

"Yes. And I have found the other two. You are the forth."

Bojan felt like he was watching a private moment. Nace seems to be at a loss on what to say, simply looking at Jan like he was a miracle.

"So...only one remains."

A lump formed in Bojan's throat. His mark burned viciously. As if it was screaming: I am here!  Bojan got up.

"I'll leave you to settle...um. This. I think we can conclude Nace is a good fit by what was said already anyway. Have fun."

Jan's heavy gaze followed him until he took a turn in the alley, away from the view of the café. 

The next few weeks were torture. Watching them was torture. The way they all balanced each other perfectly. Jure's jokes and pranks contrasted Nace's mature, thought out responses. Kris' anxious energy was match by Jan's always relaxed state. They mixed and matched and still-

God, his mark burned. Bojan had too many moments where he had to excuse hinself and just breathe. Will the pain away. 

They were all there. Missing only one puzzle piece. All he had to do was go there and tell them. Just-

"Bojan?" Nace gently called out, startling him.

He turned from where he was leaning on the sink in the kitch to face him. Nace was always so measured in his movements, in his words. He told that that was because he used to be wild in his teenage years. He appriciated measured, gebtle approach a lot more now. 

"Sorry, I got lost in thought. Did you need something?"

"I just wanted to talk to you, if you have a minute?"

Bojan shrugged, even as his defense mechanisms rose up. Did he know? How would he have even realized? No. Impossible. 

"Sure. Shoot."

Nace's gaze traveled over his face and Bojan had the urge to squirm. All of them were attractive of course, but Nace and Jan had this odd ability to make him feel like they knew all his secrets. Bojan didn't have time to unpack why he was bith terrified and attracted to the feeling.

"I know this whole thing can't be easy for you. With all of us being bonded, you must feel left out. And I am sorry if I contributed to that by joining the band."

Bojan bit his lip. Oh. That was so thoughtful. He felt even more guilty about lying now. 

"It's not your fault. And I'm-I'm glad you guys found each other. It just gets a bit...much, sometimes."

Nace nodded.

"I can imagine. Kris told me you haven't found your own match yet, so it must be doubly hard for you."

God. He could just tell him. Bojan opened his mouth.

"Nace I-"

"Nace!" 

Jure came running, to show Nace a very specific cat video. It broke their moment and Bojan's sudden bravery disappeared.

He didn't tell him.

Which was why he ended up at the bar again. This time, without any of them around. He chatted up a guy who vaguely reminded him of Nace. Accidentally of course. 

It tricked his brain into feeling safe. So Bojan wasn't watching his drink as attentively as he should have.

He only realized his mistake when the room started to spin. Panic gripped him. If he went to the bathroom, he was going to show he was suspicious. But what could he do?

Now, Bojan will admit he wasn't someone who ever studied the soulmate bond. But even he knew about it. In theory. He tried to block in out of his mind most of the timez terrified of exposing himself.

But in his panic and confusion, he found it. He could feel faint flashes of what the other four felt. And he, idiotically, pushed all his fear and panic through the bond. 

The closest way to describe the feeling was smashing the fire alarm. 

Suddenly he could feel all of them. As if they they were reaching out to him. Jan's fierce protectiveness, Kris gentle reassurance. Jure's playfulness was there, even with his worry. And Nace was a warm, stable presence of comfort.

Bojan's phone rang. The guy he was drinking with seemed annoyed, but it gave him an excuse to step away and answer the phone. 

He managed to make it out of the club, to the fresh, cold air. 

"Hello?"

"Bojan, where are you?"

Jan's voice was sharp and urgent. It immediately brought tears to Bojan's eyes.

"At the bar near my apartment. I'm sorry I-I think the guy put something in my drink. Everything is kind of spinning and I swear I only had one drink! Jan, I'm scared."

He heard Jan swearing at the other end, and there was such an intense wave of protectivness that came through the bond that Bojan felt like it wrapped around him. 

"It's okay. We are coming to get you. I will give Kris the phone now, okay? Stay on the line."

"Okay."

He sat on the ground, to get the spinning under control. He was so tired.

"Bojan? Can you hear me?"

"Kris," he sighed contentedly. 

Kris had such a nice, soothing voice. Bojan wanted to fall asleep to him talking.

"Yes, it's me. Can you tell me how are you feeling?"

Bojan hummed, thoughtful. Woth everything they were feeling, it was hard to pinpoint how he felt.

"Tired. Kinda sick? Not like I'll throw up but like I didn't eat something right. And everything is still spinning."

Kris kept talking to him and asking him irrelevant questions just to keep him on the line. Bojan fought against drifting off, but it became harder.

"Kris," he whined, "I am so tired."

He gently shushed him.

"I know sweetheart. Just a bit longer. We'll be there in a minute."

The rest was a blur. He remembered them picking him up and driving him home, but drugs made everything hazy. Last thing he remembered was being put to bed and then everything going dark.

#my writing #poly!jo #poly!jo soulmate au #joker out #I have zero excuse for this one

[shourin]

Just dropping by to check on Morax's down bad lover. How are you doing sweetie?

NSFW:

Although most of your intimate sessions with the Geo Archon were gentle and filled with nothing but raw love from the man, it seems he cannot help it if he desires to see you crying, whimpering beneath him as he penetrates your little cunt, his cum from the previous rounds slowly dripping down the bed sheets, a ring of white forming at the end of Morax's cock.

I imagine him having what the omegaverse describes as heat (I believe that's what it's called), and during that time period, his urge to breed you, to fuck you senseless until you cry, to fill you up so much that a small bulge is appears on your lower abdomen.

During those times, his arms turn black, lines of gold tracing around them like it were a type of jewelry. His grip on you is rougher than before, his eyes revealing golden irises fit for a dragon as he slips right inside you, ready to eat you up like a predator to its prey.

Hope you have a great day, Meirin <3

good morning! i'm doing great!! how are you emi? i hope you're having a good day so far and- *sees 'nsfw', 'intimate sessions', and 'geo archon'*ー

baRK BORK BARK WOOF WOOF ARF ARF GRRRR AWOOO WHIMPERS HHHHH HOLY SHIT YES PLEASE HE CAN BREED ME AS MUCH AS HE WANTS-

ahem. oh my. how unbecoming of me. sorry about that. smut to start the weekend, ay? you are a woman of culture *nods sagely*

omegaverse seems to ick a lot of people but i personally love it for how it reimagines and touches on the feral and baser urges in humans so the concept of heat hit me hard dlsnskdldjflsjf yes i approve i volunteer to be his obedient lil cumdump whenever he's in heat thank u &lt;3

ohhh what if... what if he can smell your 'heat' too?

morax smelling your scent for the very first time and he knows he has to have you as his mate. you're so pretty and pliant for him, so sweet and caring and kind, so perfect to be his.

morax who tries so hard to be gentle to you in the beginning, pressing down his inner urges, tempering his draconic instinct to give you gentle touches instead so you won't feel overwhelmed or worse, fear him.

morax who smells your pheromones on your fertile days for the first time, and he just. s n a p s. when he sees you begging for him, pleading to be filled and bred and fucked into oblivion, telling him he doesn't have to hold back anymore, that you won't break because you were made for this, made for taking all of him and serving his needs.

and who is he to disobey his sweet mate?

he's so pretty like this, clothes utterly disheveled, hair a wild mess, geo lines pulsing erratically, amber eyes dilated as low growls and grunts escape his throat in his hurry to slip back into you, fangs nipping on your bruised skin yet again. you've lost count on how many times you cummed - or how many times he's cummed for that matter - and yet, he's still not showing any signs of stopping anytime soon.

you're sobbing and whimpering, eyes fluttering into a close as you lose grip on reality from the overstimulation, but your lover seems to have a different idea. a deep snarl followed by a hand tapping your cheek peels your heavy eyelids open, and you gaze at him with dazed eyes. 

"focus on me."

it's not a question nor a statement - it's an order.

slender, calloused fingers stray down to your neck, fingertips digging slightly into skin, and you shudder - the small burst of excitement making you clench around him. the corner of morax's lips twitch, and the appendage squeezes, just slightly, with enough pressure to make you gasp and squirm but not to completely cut off your windpipe. the power trip makes him groan in approval, and although you're mewling pitifully in response, he knows that you're enjoying this just as much that he does, with the hearts in your eyes and the way your hips shift to enable him to reach even deeper.

"you were right," your lover purrs, eyes pouring with equal amounts of love and lust, molten gold shining with adoration at the lewd way of your body splayed beneath him so helplessly like this, "this body of yours - no, you, all of you were made for me, sweetheart."

you cry out from the brutal pace he sets right after the endearing nickname leaves his lips, holding on for dear life as he grinds against that sweet spot inside you relentlessly. rumbling baritone fills your auditory senses, rendering your mind to a halt as he speaks right beside your ear.

"and i intend to thoroughly enjoy your whole being until i'm satisfied. you can take it all, can't you, my dearest?"

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[thegreymoon]

The Story of Minglan

I probably won't be able to pull off a whole episode tonight but I. Must. Know 😭😭

***

The way she keeps begging her worthless father for even a crumb of acknowledgement that he had any feelings whatsoever for her poor mother, smh.

***

Oh, fuck you.

All he ever thinks of is his dick and his pride. I don't think he has ever truly loved anyone except for himself.

***

Oh, baby 😢

Why are you even still expecting anything from his worthless, selfish ass?

***

YES. SEE HIM FOR WHAT HE IS.

He deserves neither your love nor respect. Please stop crying because of him!

***

Ugh, this evildoer.

Don't worry, I have no doubt you'll eventually get yours too! 😡

***

Who?

What are the names of those two princes again? Yan and Yong?

***

I am suuuuuuper confused.

Are Consort Yong and Duchess Ying the same person?

(Also, finally! These Yan and Yong people appear! I have been trying so hard to remember these names because this drama keeps hinting they will be important.)

***

No, not the same, because Consort Yong is a princess, not a duchess, smh. Then what are they both wearing pink for? A little consideration for us face-blind people would have been nice!

***

So.... let me see if I've got this straight.

The Princes Yong and Yan are the current Emperor's brothers?

***

Oh, wait, I just realized that this toxic gossip is Yanran's shitty younger sister!

I didn't recognise her in fine clothes, lol.

What the hell is her problem? She's still mad about being beaten at a game of polo?

***

Jesus Christ. Now she has the attention of these witches on her.

This is all Qi Heng's shitty doing. I hate him more than I can express 🤬🤬

And it's not just Minglan, these Imperial fuckers can ruin her entire family too!

***

LOL, who's the little whore?

Is there a single woman in this drama who doesn't have a problem with mistresses, concubines, serving maids and prostitutes? 😅

***

NOOOOOO, DON'T GO MEET WITH HIM!! 😭

AND THIS CREEPY WITCH SAW!! 😭😭

***

STUPID. STUPID. STUPID.

Minglan, where did you lose your brain??

***

WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOUR MISERABLE BODY

YOUR EVIL MOTHER BEAT A WOMAN TO DEATH BECAUSE OF YOU. FUCK YOU AND FUCK HER AND FUCK YOUR ENTIRE HOUSE

***

There is no chance this will not pulverize both her reputation and that of her entire house.

First of all, the Emperor would never offend his parents by granting this marriage and second, the scandal of it will do soooooo much damage to her and her family. Just imagine how pissed off his parents will be, in addition to every other snooty noble who is very much going to take her trying to marry above her means as a personal insult. Sheng Hong has neither the power nor the mental capacity to deal with the fallout of that.

***

LMAO, where did his stupid ass come from? 🤣🤣

He's like a jack-in-the-box, always popping up, it seems.

***

LOL, bribe him with the cake to keep him quiet 🤣🤣

***

Yes! Finally, somebody is speaking some common sense!

All her stupid maids to is enable her because they think it's sooooo romantic 🙄🙄

***

Yes, baby! Here for you and your petty goals! 🤗

***

Oh, nooooooo 😬😬

Of course Buwei gets blamed. Of course!

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep27

[moe-broey]

MEANWHILE. In another realm. I've revisited Alear's FB's

I FEEL LIKE. Alfonse's problem isn't so much that he's emotionally guarded, despite, you know, being extremely emotionally guarded. It's that He Isn't. Like. At the same time.

Consistently, without fail, Alfonse puts himself in situations where he's amicable and helpful. Their C support consists of Alfonse helping Alear see to her own odds and ends, having been brought to Askr with nothing but the clothes on her back. A common situation! He gets her a ring case to put all her rings in. So here, he's helping. And when Alear shows him the rings, and tells him the lore/significance of the rings, he takes an interest -- because of course he would! That sort of thing is right up his alley. And so he's not only amicable enough to be approachable, he's also showing interest in the things she's interested in, and having a spirited conversation about it.

Their B support consists of more of the same, just getting into the details of how Emblems work. HE DOESN'T REALIZE IT YET. But he's bonding with Alear. This goofy ass motherfucker doesn't realize this is literally how friendships are formed. Like I'm convinced he's thinking they're just talking lore and stuff and it's a casual conversation between casual allies and surely nothing emotionally charged will come out of this. He's just being friendly (without NECESSARILY becoming Friends) and there's nothing more to it, there Will be nothing more to it.

A support.

She voices A Problem. TWO things about Alfonse. 1) He was built in a lab to be a fixer (juries still out on his methods/solutions) and 2) He takes things SO personally when he relates to it. PVP enabled he's going to fucking get your ass about it. He is sooooooooo emotionally distant Up Until you fucking provoke him (AND THIS. ISN'T EVEN ENTIRELY TRUE. BC WHAT HE DOESN'T REALIZE IS GENUINELY BONDING OVER SHARED INTERESTS COUNTS TOWARDS BECOMING INVESTED IN THAT PERSON which is HOW he ended up in The Situation in the FIRST PLACE).

Which leads to him "helping" (POORLY.) (Because in all of this he IS still wired to help people)

Which just pisses him off even MORE, believing he has the Correct and Inevitable perspective and desperately wants to get Alear to see it the same way, doubling down.

(Bro I am going to hit image limit again before even making my point..... AUGH)

Alear's next lines, "That's true, but won't keeping my distance mean I appreciate them less while I have them?" / "Is that how you see your relationships with Heroes? With me?" / "No matter how much time we spend together, you'll always keep me at arm's length for when I have to go?"

Here, I think Alear is expressing to him she already sees him as her friend. I don't think Alfonse picks up on it though, trying again to get her to see his side of the issue -- as if, in his mind, they're just debating and not having an emotional conversation.

Alfonse's next lines: "Consider it from my perspective. If I am too attached to you, and you leave, I could lose my will to fight." (ALFONSE. ALFONSE. COME ON MAN.) (LIKE. Idk man if you're saying shit like that I think it's too late. It's so over for you.)

THIS ONE THOUGH. I THINK. PLEASE staywith me but it is the root of it all

Euden's (named Milo here lmfao Milo jumpscare) next line: "Do you not feel the same way about us?"

Alfonse's lines: "My apologies, but no. The forming of friendships is a thing I don't take lightly." / "It's true that I rely on the assistance of Heroes summoned from different worlds when fighting, but that is wholly different."

Alfonse lines (continued): "I have a duty, and can't afford such hurt. So if I grow close to someone, I do so accepting the potential consequences."

AAAAUGHHHH WHAT IS MY THESIS. WHAT THE FUCK AM I TALKING ABOUT. I HAVE MORE CONNECTIONS TO MAKE. AND FOR WHAT‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

SOMEHOW. His Book 1 (p sure they're from Book 1) lines to Kiran that go, "I suppose we don't know much about your world. And how rude of us to not ask until now!" / "What? Your world has buildings that scrape the sky? And what do you mean by 'cars'?" / "Like wagons... that run without horses... and are made out of metal? Fascinating." <- THESE LINES. Combined with his smiling sprite. TO ME are a direct parallel to his C and B Alear conversations, HOW, he's taking an interest in Kiran and without realizing he's growing a fondness for them.

Something SOMETHING about his cognitive dissonance about how he can be friendly without "being friends", how he's afraid of caring too much when it's clear he already cares at least a little ESPECIALLY SHOWN. In how, Alfonse doesn't realize he could have hurt Alear's feelings until she directly states it: "I understand. Still... it makes me sad."

ONLY THEN he gets his panicked(?) sprite, replying, "I apologize for upsetting you." It's here I think he finally realizes, OH. THIS IS. An emotional conversation and not like a debate of ideals and I feel bad for hurting you. BECAUSE!!!!!!!! HE'S COME TO CARE ABOUT ALEAR!!!!!!!!! IN ALL OF THIS!!!!!!!!! Whether he's fully aware of it or not, whether he LIKES it or not, he cares about her feelings and wants to make it right. Into, expressing (again that PVP "Well I took that personally" reaction he has): "I suppose it's just that, when you talk about the Emblems, how you worry, I feel as if I'm hearing my own voice."

Which S support, sets up for a resolution and mutual understanding peace and love all is well with the world 👍

ALSO the parallel to Euden, since this is the very start of what would be analogous to support conversations (side story content unlocked by powering up the character), Euden takes Alfonse's response to him in stride -- since, there's no real emotional stakes. Aside from, Euden wishing they could be friends (since he's just built like that), but ultimately giving Alfonse space and respecting his feelings about it. The Point: While they've been working together, Alfonse hasn't Quite developed that fondness yet I don't think (esp from what I remember from the main plot of the crossover event, which is next to nothing LMFAO). It develops later!!!!!!

If I hadn't hit image limit I would insert the What the FUCK are you two talking about meme here like. What the fuck AM I talking about. Can someone else make this post actually I don't think I'm qualified 😭😭😭😭😭😭

MAIN POINT.

I look at Alfonse and I go I think I hauve covid.

#fire emblem #feh #i'm half tempted to pick through dimitri's fbs again and identify where alfonse is in too deep for him too #absolute trainwreck of a post. great job everyoen (me) let's hit the showers. #i also think i can pick apart his level 40 convo but pleadse. i've already suffered so mcuh. #i have scrambled egg brain EVEN WHEN I HAVE AHDHD MEDS #fe alfonse #alear #euden #DRAGALIA LOST JUMPSCARE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[tired-biscuit]

thinkin bout how Kiba accidentally rips your underwear SO OFTEN man is strong and feral and he needs you so badly and you look so good all dolled up and wearing those pretty little panties that you bought for him that he doesn't realize his strength and ends up ripping it nearly every time you wear anything fancy. So when he hears that ripping sound and realizes he did it again, and looks to find a pout on your pretty lips he's gotta nestle his head into your neck, kiss you softly and promise he'll buy you more later, but for now he's gonna make you feel so good you'll forget all about it

18+ // fem!reader

oh my god, the nestling into your neck part has got me feeling so soft because it gives me long-term, established relationship vibes, where he’s all gooey and lovey-dovey and not as much of an asshole like he is with other people.

like, this man loves you so much that he has to start thinking about working overtime just because he’s tearing all of your clothes off all the time and ruining them, and thus has to pay for them, too. if he keeps on going down this path, you’ll have to start walking around the house either completely naked, or dressed in a potato sack.

it’s just so funny — how damn eager he gets over a pair of underwear. he loves you naked, of course he does, but he loves the way you put in the effort for him even more.

also, i like to think that he’d love receiving little surprises every so often concerning this particular subject. maybe you decide to not wear any panties under your tights the next time you both go out with your friends, just so that he can flick your skirt up and tear them in all the important places that enable him to sink into you easier when he pushes you into the narrow bathroom to have his way with you after a couple of drinks.

he can see how wet you’re getting for him through the sheer material, how puffy and soft your pussy feels when he drags two fingers down your concealed slit and feels the tights form the outline from how saturated the material is getting with your warm slick. when he rips them, the sound makes you both giggle like the silly, tipsy lovebirds you are, and it’s just so cute even if the way he fucks you afterwards — raw and quick and rough whilst making you watch yourself in the dirty mirror — isn’t.

or maybe you put on an especially innocent-looking set for him on the weekend, when the days are lazy and you’re both able to relax at home. the sight of you in pretty white lingerie makes his dick throb in his pants because he’s such a sucker for corruption and for girls that don’t look like it, but love choking on a big, fat cock, and he has to literally hold himself on the tightest mental leash in order to behave and take his time with you so that he can ravage you slowly, carefully, wisely.

but sadly, he’s never been a wise man, so even that special set ends up ruined at some point; the delicate lace torn to shreds and turned sticky with his cum.

#kiba smut #biscuit drabbles

[smilingformoney]

Sharing Part II | Eli/Reader/Lionel

A follow-up to Sharing from Rickmas 2023. There will be more, because I am depraved. Thanks as always to @snowblossomtumbles for enabling me 🙂

Read on Ao3 or below the cut:

Ever since you’d attended Lionel Shabandar’s Christmas party in London together, your relationship with Eli had changed. He came to your office more often whereas previously he’d text you to come to his. The texting had changed too; what was previously a message history of commands to come to his office or his lecture hall was now a series of flirtatious messages and even dick pics.

Not that you were complaining. Eli was an asshole, no doubt about that, and you understood completely why his wife left him. And when he was neither with you nor teaching, you were certain he was fucking another one of his students. But you didn’t care about that. His cock was almost as big as his ego, and damn if he didn’t know how to use it.

And if Eli’s extra attention wasn’t enough, you were getting constant messages from Lionel. You must have really left an impression on him, because every day he described a new way he was fantasising about you, often along with a dick pic showing you just how hard it made him to imagine himself fucking you in whatever creative way his deranged mind had come up with that day.

So much attention from two men might have made you uncomfortable if you weren’t uncontrollably attracted to both of them.

You decided not to tell Eli you were in touch with Lionel. First of all, Eli had made it very clear - and you firmly agreed with him - that you were not a couple in any sense of the word. So it was none of his business if you wanted to text another guy.

Second, you were well aware that Eli was frequently fucking some of his female students - there were three on the go that you knew of for sure - and quite frankly you didn’t care about that, so long as he used protection, which you knew he did when you caught sight on multiple occasions of used condoms in his office bin. So why should it be any business of his if you let Lionel see a picture of your tits now and then?

On the last day of the spring semester, Eli showed up at your office door, leaning against the doorframe as casually as if he lived there.

“Whatcha up to tonight?” he asked.

You looked up from your desk, where you’d been typing away on your computer, working on a book you were writing.

“Dinner. Wine. Movie. Usual Friday stuff. Why? You got a better suggestion?”

“Yeah, same idea, but at mine. And with less clothes. Fancy it?”

You leaned back in your chair and scoffed. “Eli Michaelson, are you asking me on a date?”

“No!” he insisted, turning his nose up at the very thought of it. “Just thought we could fuck in a bed for once. Maybe you stay over, we fuck in the morning too. I always wake up with such a hard-on and no one to relieve it. How ‘bout it?”

“Yeah, alright,” you shrugged. “I gotta go home first, so I’ll come over for eight?”

“Sure. Wear something sexy underneath, will ya? I know you got some slutty panties at home just waiting for me to tear off of you.”

He flashed that damned cheeky grin at you and left you alone with your work and a throbbing between your thighs.

***

You had absolutely no idea what was happening in the film Eli had put on. You weren’t sure that he had any idea either. At least, you hoped he didn’t - you’d be kind of offended if he was more interested in the film than the sloppy blowjob you’d been giving him for the last twenty minutes.

Bastard had stamina. Your jaw was aching, and every time you tried to raise your head to give yourself a break, he just pushed you back down again and slid further down your throat. When he eventually came, he held your head in place, making sure he painted your throat completely before finally letting you come up for air.

He didn’t even return the damn favour. He just wiped your mouth, kissed you, called you a “good girl” and left to start the dinner.

You took out your phone and opened up your chat with Lionel. You didn’t usually text him when you were with Eli - that felt like bad manners - but your cunt was on fire and Eli clearly had no intention of extinguishing it soon.

You: What you up to?

The three dots showing him typing appeared almost immediately.

Lionel: Boring meeting. You?

You: Boring film. Bad form to text in a meeting, you know.

Lionel: They can’t tell. Skype meetings are all the rage now. They can’t even see how hard I got the moment your name popped up on my screen.

You: Dare you to jerk off and see if they notice.

Lionel: Don’t tempt me. What film are you watching?

You: No idea. Some buddy cop shit Eli put on 🥱

Lionel: You two having date nights now?

You: If by “date night” you mean me giving him the best blowjob of his life and getting nothing in return, yeah.

Lionel: Ouch. Is he with you now?

You: No, he’s making dinner. Why, you miss him?

Lionel: No, I just don’t want him to see this.

He sent you a picture of his lap, the tip of his erection just peeking out from his waistband.

You: Careful. I can see the headlines now. Lionel Shabandar stands up in a Skype meeting and accidentally flashes his erection to the whole company.

Lionel: Just some bozos from Germany. Hang on.

He went quiet for a few minutes, probably actually working, so you locked your phone screen and turned your attention to the film.

“Red wine or white?” Eli called from the kitchen.

“Red,” you called back.

“White it is.”

“Prick.”

“What, again? You just had it!”

“Ha ha.”

You glanced back at your phone to see Lionel had sent you a video. You fished your earphones from your bag and plugged them in, and you had to stifle a giggle as you watched the video.

His hand was in his pants, playing with his hard cock, and you could hear him talking quite normally in the meeting, something about sales and percentages and audience retention. The video was only ten seconds long - you suspected he didn’t want to risk anyone suspecting what he was up to - but it was plenty enough for you. Lionel was a dirty bastard, and you loved it.

You: Damn, you must really trust me. I could ruin your career with that video.

Lionel: I have plenty of evidence to ruin yours.

You: Stalemate, then.

Lionel: When are you next in London? I need to know if your pussy is as good as your throat. It’s unfair a cad like Michaelson gets to fuck you every day while I have to make do with photos and fantasies.

You glanced over your shoulder; there was no sign of Eli coming out of the kitchen. You hitched up your skirt and snapped a picture between your legs, one hand holding the phone while the other pushed aside your panties to reveal your dripping pussy.

You: Bet you wouldn’t make me this wet then fuck off into the kitchen.

Lionel: Fucking hell, [Y/n]. What I wouldn’t give to lick that all up. Bet you taste fucking divine.

Lionel: I’m sorely tempted to fly you out here just so I can have you.

You: Why don’t you come here?

Lionel: And share you with the good doctor? No thanks.

You: But I like taking both of you :(

Lionel: Greedy minx. I’ll share you again only if I get to have your cunt this time. For a man with multiple girlfriends Eli sure is selfish.

You: I’m not his girlfriend.

Lionel: Isn’t he cooking you dinner?

You: For the first time ever. I’m as surprised as you are that I’m here.

Lionel: Guess he couldn’t stand spending spring break without you. Can’t blame him.

You: You’re rich, powerful and sexy as fuck. You can’t tell me you don’t have your pick of the ladies in London.

Lionel: Sure, but they can’t deepthroat like you can.

You: Hang on, Eli’s calling me.

Lionel: Tell him to piss off.

Eli needed you to watch the vegetables while he went to the bathroom, so you did, and soon enough he was serving up the dinner of steak and chips with veg on the side, and a bottle of some fancy red wine you supposed was meant to impress you.

Despite the effort he’d clearly put into the dinner, Eli was quiet the whole time, barely giving you one-word answers as you tried to make conversation. Christ, was he always this dull? Maybe you’d never noticed before - you were pretty sure this was the first time you’d tried to hold a conversation with him that wasn’t about sex.

You’d given up trying to get any decent conversation out of him when suddenly he broke the silence by saying, “Are you going back to London any time soon? Visiting your family again?”

You were surprised at his sudden desire to converse, and about London of all things, but you replied, “Not until Christmas. What about you? Any more fancy parties?”

“Mhm, bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“…What?”

“You sure loved that party. Don’t deny it.”

“I’m not denying it, I’m just confused. I had a lot of fun.”

Eli scoffed. “Yeah. Fun.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone - your phone! How long had he had it? You hadn’t looked for it in ages - you didn’t want to talk to Lionel while Eli was in the room —

“So… Lionel’s rich, powerful and sexy as fuck, is he?” Eli growled, scrolling through your phone.

“What the fuck? How did you unlock it?”

“Your passcode’s your fucking birthday, [Y/n]. I got it on the second try.”

“And why were you trying to get into my phone?!”

“Because you left it lying around and I saw it flash up. Lionel Shabandar: Meeting’s over. I’m going back to my place to rub one out. I’ll be imagining my pillow is your face while I paint it. Very classy.”

You stood up and went to grab the phone from him, but Eli pulled it away.

“How long have you two been texting like this?” he demanded. “This chat history is long.”

“What’s it to you? Give me my phone!”

You made another attempt to grab it, but Eli just slammed it down on the table and stood up, his taller frame looming over you slightly.

“Do you usually text him when you’re with me?”

“No, never! This is the first time - and not while you were in the room, I’m not like that —“

“Oh, just while I’m cooking you dinner then? Jeez, [Y/n], I try and treat you better than just a quick fuck at work and this is the thanks I get?”

“Better?” you scoffed, hyper-aware that he was advancing on you slowly, forcing you to back up towards the sofa. “You put on some shitty film, shoved your cock in my face then fucked off without even trying to make me cum.”

“I went to make you dinner!”

“I wanted you to make me cum!”

Eli groaned with frustration and threw his hands up. “Fucking women! There’s no pleasing you! Either I’m treating you too much like a whore or not enough! You know what? Fine.”

He shoved you back, causing you to fall back over the arm of the sofa, your back hitting the cushions.

“Fuck it,” he growled as he fumbled with his zipper. “I’m not gonna fucking bother. You wanna act like a slut? I’ll treat you like a slut.” He produced a condom from his pocket, then pulled down his pants and stepped out of them, leaving him only in his shirt, his angry red cock standing to attention.

He rolled the condom down his shaft then crawled on top of you and grabbed your ankles, resting them on his shoulders and causing your skirt to flip up and reveal your soaking wet cunt. He leant over you and sunk his teeth into your neck, causing you to cry out. He began rubbing his cock up and down your folds, gathering up as much of your slick as he could.

“You know, my girls - the girls I’m fucking - they have boyfriends. Inexperienced kids with tiny cocks who don’t know how to use them, so my girls come to me for a real man’s cock. Even they don’t text their fucking boyfriends when they’re with me!”

“Lionel’s not my boyfriend —“

“Yeah, and neither am I, you made that pretty fucking clear. Now stay still while I fuck you.”

His cockhead breached your entrance, and you were still so wet that he slid in easily, your cunt instinctively stretching to accommodate him. You gasped at the intrusion, even though you were used to it, even though you were expecting it. He usually started off slower and built up the pace; this time, he began pistoning into you straight away, his frustration evident as his hips bashed against your thighs, his grip on your legs tight, and his face screwed up in a mixture of anger and pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet - seeing Lionel’s cock really did a number on you, huh?”

“I’m not wet from that, dickhead,” you replied. “I’m wet from sucking your cock for twenty minutes. My cunt was - ah! - on fire and you left me all alone. What did you expect me to do?”

“Wait for me. Clearly you ain’t got any patience. Is there - ugh - anyone else I should know about?”

“No, you’re - you’re the only one I’m fucking - ahh, Eli!” You gasped with a mixture of surprise, pleasure and pain when he bit down on your neck again, and you were sure he’d leave a mark. Good thing it was spring break and you didn’t have classes any time soon.

“You bastard,” you hissed, and Eli just chuckled against your neck.

“That’s right. My cock’s all you need.”

He moaned in your ear, his panting becoming rapid and high-pitched, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hold him close.

“Wh - why d - do you - fuck —“

Eli laughed.

“Forgot your words, Dr [L/n]?” he teased. He slowed down his thrusting, though it was no less forceful, the dragging of his cock along your walls no less agonisingly blissful.

“Why do you get to fuck any pretty student that bats her eyelids at you, yet you reckon I can’t even flirt with another guy?”

Eli didn’t respond at first. He kept his head buried in your neck, continuing his slow thrusts, before eventually raising himself on his forearms to look down at you.

“I don’t care that it’s another guy. I care that it’s Lionel. I don’t wanna share you with him.”

“You didn’t seem to care at the party. You seemed quite happy to share me with him then.”

Eli scoffed. “Yeah, ‘cus I wanted to show off. Let him see how fucking amazing you are. I wanted you to take both our cocks and choose mine. I thought you had… and all this time you were texting him. Showing him your tits. Telling him all the things you want him to do to you. Very creative, by the way. Putting that literature doctorate to good use. I even saw you using the same lines on him as you use on me.” He growled in frustration, and his hips began to thrust violently against you again, his jaw hanging slack in the gorgeous display of ecstasy you loved to see on him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you said truthfully, trying to get your words out between groans of pleasure. “I didn’t - didn’t want you to get - ah - jealous —“

Eli’s hand wrapped around your throat, and his face came close to yours, snarling angrily.

“I’m not fucking jealous, little slut. I’m the one fucking you, aren’t I? There’s nothing to be jealous of. You know what? Fine. Fine. Fucking text him. Tell him everything. Show him your tits, your cunt, whatever you want. So long as he knows that no matter what he does, I’m the one who gets to fuck you.”

He sat up suddenly, his cock slipping out of you, and you whined at his sudden absence. He retrieved your phone from the table and, a few taps later, the phone was on loudspeaker, and you recognised the sound of dialling out to an international number.

“Eli —“

He just grinned at you as he placed the phone next to your head and resumed his position on top of you.

“You are not gonna do what I think you’re gonna do!”

But of course he fucking did. Eli slipped his cock back inside you - just as the phone picked up.

“Well, this is a nice surprise, I was just thinking of you,” said Lionel’s voice from the phone. You tried to speak, but Eli slapped his hand over your mouth.

“Just thinking of you too, buddy,” Eli said smugly. “A little birdie told me you wanted to hear [Y/n] moan, is that right?”

“Michaelson? What the hell are you doing with [Y/n]’s phone?”

“I’m more interested in what she was doing with her phone. Shit dick pics, by the way, the lighting’s all wrong. So, [Y/n], are you gonna moan for Lionel or what?”

Eli pulled his hand away from your mouth.

“Fuck you, dickhead,” you hissed.

“Funny, that’s exactly what you are doing. Mmm, Lionel, buddy, her cunt is so very warm. Squeezes just the right way in all the right places.” Eli pulled back until his cock was about to fall out, then thrust back in again, causing you to let out a moan.

“Painted that pillow with your stiff English cum yet, Lionel? Or d’you still got a hard-on?”

“You called just in time, actually, I was just about to get started. [Y/n], can you hear me?”

“Yeah, he’s got you on loudspea - ah! Fucking hell, Eli!” you gasped as he began thrusting into you rapidly, your legs back on his shoulders.

“Tell me what he’s doing to you, and spare no detail. I want to know just how that cunt’s getting wrecked.”

If it weren’t for the sound of Eli’s flesh slapping against yours, you might have heard through the speakerphone the sound of Lionel tugging on his cock, his own phone lying on the bed next to him as he sat on his knees with a pillow between his thighs, wishing it was you he was on top of instead.

“I’m - I’m lying on my back on the sofa,” you said, trying to think through the pleasure-filled fog in your brain. “He’s got my ankles on his shoulders.”

“Mmm, yes, I bet you’re fucking flexible,” Lionel growled. “Fuck, I can hear how wet you are from here. Must be a fucking waterfall down there.”

“You have no idea,” Eli replied with a groan. “Tell him how my cock feels, [Y/n].”

“It’s - it’s big,” you gasped.

“Big,” Eli snorted. “A doctorate in literature and all she can think of is big.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say, Eli? Colossal? Enormous? Overblown? Nah, that’s your ego. You want me to tell him how much you stretch me out? The way your cock hits my G-shot at just - ah! Just the right spot! Just like that! Fu-uuck —“

At the mention of your G-spot, Eli had adjusted his hips slightly, just enough to let his cockhead press against that sweet spot which he damn well knew drove you insane.

“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck - Eli, you bastard - I’m gonna cum, need to cum —“

“Then cum, and you’d better be loud, sweetheart. Lionel wants to hear you all the way over in London.”

You were writhing around on the sofa without an ounce of dignity, lost in the pleasure that was being thrusted into you faster than your goddamn heartbeat, and your movement caused the phone to slide down the cushion towards you, the speaker just close enough to your ear that you could hear Lionel’s panting.

“Yes! Yes, Daddy, yes - FUCK!”

Every muscle in your body convulsed as you came around Eli’s cock, moaning loudly just as he’d asked. Down the phone you heard Lionel moaning your name as he came, and Eli was cumming too, his hips faltering against yours as he moaned.

For a few moments, there was quiet, as all three of you caught your breath. Eli grabbed the phone and held it up so Lionel could hear him.

“I get that every fuckin’ day, Shabandar,” he boasted. “Add that to your wank bank.”

“She’s bound to come to London sooner or later, Michaelson, and when she does you’d better be with her if you want to stand any chance of stopping me burying my cock inside her. I always get what I want.”

“Good fuckin’ luck,” Eli said warningly, then he hung up the phone.

#alan rickman #lionel shabandar #eli michaelson #gambit 2012 #nobel son #lionel x reader #eli x reader

[fruitcoops]

Indecent

What do you do with several smut prompts, an upcoming break, a promise made three weeks ago regarding No nut November, and far too much enabling from your lovely friends? Obviously you write shameless smut.

Welcome to the Nine Days of Nutmas, beloveds. All character credit belongs to @lumosinlove (sorry Hazel).

TW for smut, momentary restraint (hands), and admiration of hockey butt.

“Now that’s just obscene.”

Remus turned sideways and watched himself go red in the mirror. So many side effects of hockey, yet nobody had warned him that a five-year-old pair of khakis would make him look like—like—

“Jesus, I look like Magic Mike,” he muttered, tugging at the too-tight inseam where it had ridden up from the simple act of turning half a degree. The light fabric clung to his legs like it had been spray-painted on, stitches holding on by a literal thread where his thighs touched in the middle. He could see the outline of his quad when he flexed alongside every dip of his knee. And god forbid he turn again, because that was just indecent. Even the slightest bend of his waist felt like a risk.

Remus examined himself for a few seconds longer, then sighed. Another one for the donation pile. At this rate, he wouldn’t have any clothes left by the end of the day.

“Oh.”

His heart leapt and he spun, instinctively grabbing at the front when the inseam gave a threatening pop. “Fuck—yeah, no, I know, it’s terrible.”

Sirius stared from the doorway, hand on the knob, jaw slack, eyes wide. “Um.”

“I figured I’d go through everything before I end up looking like…this…in public.” Remus ran a distressed hand through his hair and turned back to the mirror with a groan. “My ass looks ridiculous in these—do you know how much I liked these pants? This is awful.”

“Um,” Sirius agreed.

“I barely even wore some of these,” he continued miserably. The khakis had been a little treat for his two-year anniversary with the team, something that would be comfortable but still professional. He had kept them in perfect condition for years, and now…Remus frowned at his reflection. He had hoped the change in his physique wouldn’t be quite so severe.

He jumped a little when Sirius’ hands wrapped around his hips and slid down, to the side, then back up until his fingertips brushed the curve of Remus’ ass. “They look good to me,” Sirius murmured just below his ear. His lips brushed the lobe before catching it in a gentle tug; Remus suppressed a shiver.

“You might be biased.”

“Mmm, definitely.”

Goosebumps rose on his arms when Sirius resumed stroking along his outer thighs in long, slow pulls, apparently oblivious to Remus’ pounding heart. He let his head rest on Sirius’ shoulder and sighed when a soft mouth found his throat, nibbling and sucking in all the best spots. “I still have—hmm—a lot to go through.”

“By all means, keep putting smaller clothes on.” He could feel Sirius’ grin on his neck. “You’ll hear no protest from me.”

“Yeah, I bet you’d like that,” he muttered. Sirius met him in a kiss before he had finished turning his head and he smiled into it; the hands caressing his waist wandered lower, lower, lower until they were fully gripping Remus’ inner thighs. One moved up. Remus’ knees went weak under him and he gasped into the kiss; Sirius pushed into it greedily. “Bed, loup.”

“Please,” he breathed.

Sirius turned him by the waist and hoisted him up in one smooth motion, eyeing Remus in a way that made his stomach feel shivery and his pants even tighter than before. He tipped him back carefully until the mattress dipped beneath them, Remus’ ankles still locked around Sirius’ lower back, the entire world darkening as Sirius lowered himself onto his elbows and let their hips press together.

“Fuck.”

“Okay,” Sirius said agreeably. He gave a cheeky thrust and Remus choked on a groan, pushing his head back into the pillows. His cock throbbed; he was getting uncomfortable now, halfway to hard, and maybe if he squeezed Sirius’ waist a little harder that would—

RRRIP.

“Oh fuck,” Remus said faintly.

“Oh, fuck," Sirius moaned, sliding down his body without hesitation.

Remus only had a moment to gape at the brand-new hole exposing his left thigh before Sirius grabbed either side of the tear and pulled.

Well. He needed a new pair of shorts anyway.

“Wait, I was gonna—Sirius!”

Sirius bit at the pale, sensitive space that had opened up and Remus squirmed. “You can’t donate things with holes anyway. Take them off.”

“I’m getting there, but I could have repaired it—”

“Take them off or I’m ripping the other side, too.”

I should be embarrassed. I should be intimidated. I should be--I should not be this horny. Remus watched Sirius’ throat bob on a hard swallow. Wide-blown pupils eclipsed most of the silver in his eyes and his breaths came summer-hot and heavy. He wasn’t the captain right now; he was desperate.

Remus met his gaze. “Do it.”

Like a puppy given permission to destroy its favorite toy, Sirius was on him in an instant. Remus laughed at the excitement reddening his pale cheeks and pulled Sirius up by the front of his shirt for a harsh kiss once the other side had been similarly shredded, shoving their hips together as thick cotton rubbed against his newly-bare thighs. Sirius made a needy noise into his mouth and he caught his lower lip between his teeth, then pulled back with a grin.

“Missed a spot.”

The button came free and Sirius yanked the front open with unbridled glee; Remus laughed into his mouth at the pop of the zipper coming apart, lifting his hips like a helpful boyfriend until his knees were free and he could tackle Sirius onto his back. “You’re so fucking hot in your old uniforms,” Sirius panted.

“Not the intention, but I’ll take it.”

“Lube, where’s the lube—”

Remus caught his wrists and pinned them above his head, bringing him to a standstill. God damn, it felt good to be strong. “You wanna fuck me?”

Sirius nodded hurriedly.

“Want me to ride you?”

“Fuck, please, Re, anything—”

“I bet you do, baby,” he teased, grinding back into Sirius’ lap. It drew a frantic, frustrated noise from him, music to Remus’ ears as he tilted his head toward the ceiling and closed his eyes. Every inch of Sirius pressed into the curve of his thigh, hot even through a layer of fabric and almost certainly wet. The relief of being out of those khakis was beyond words. The rush that spiked in him when Sirius’ wrists flexed in his hold was even better. He let one loose and watched Sirius track his tongue when he wetted his lips. “Get the lube if you want me so bad.”

The look Sirius gave him at that promised it would be the last order he gave tonight. I should be worried about that. He wasn’t.

Their clothes came off in a mess of hands and openmouthed kisses, calming only when a slick finger circled Remus’ entrance and made him bury a noise he just couldn’t swallow into the side of Sirius’ neck. He rocked back into it and Sirius gave him what he wanted, one knuckle then two, his free hand scratching lightly over the curve of Remus’ back. A second finger pressed in alongside the first and a punched-out sound escaped him—his brows pitched and he scrabbled for a hold on Sirius’ torso, wheezing a little when a third finger teased his rim before vanishing with the others.

The heel of Sirius’ hand pressed down the back of his thigh and Remus’ eyes nearly rolled at the release of tension. “Sit up,” Sirius murmured with a squeeze to the thick part of his hamstring. His accent was already thicker than honey and just as sweet. “Up, Re.”

A life spent in the dark, warm haven of Sirius’ shoulder didn’t sound too bad, actually. He was smooth and pleasantly soft with relaxation under Remus’ palms, plenty there to knead while he rocked against Sirius’ lower belly to take the edge off. The coarse hair leading along Remus’ favorite path rubbed against his hip and he nuzzled into Sirius’ jaw with a contented hum.

The faint sunlight outside made him grimace when Sirius pulled him up with a firm hand tangled in the back of his hair. "Up," he repeated.

Remus grinned. “Never knew you had a khaki fetish.”

Sirius released his hair and planted Remus firmly in his lap instead. He couldn’t lie—knowing Sirius could lift and maneuver him by his hips alone was kind of hot. “Up. Sit. Please.”

“Woof.”

“Come o--huhn," Sirius gritted his teeth as Remus settled Sirius’ cock rested in his cleft, perfectly placed for a few slow rolls. "Remus."

“I want you so bad,” he muttered. He snatched the lube off the sheets with a trembling hand and reached back blindly to pour some over Sirius’ cock despite the urge to just get up and sit. But he had experience on his side and in the space of one breath and the next, he was sinking down to their tandem exhales. The stretch made his neck heat. The pleasure made him ache. “God, Sirius, just like that.”

Callused hands fumbled at his wrists for a moment. “Give.”

“Huh?”

“Give, wanna hold you up,” Sirius said as he laced their fingers together with a tight squeeze. His cheeks were flushed with desire when Remus looked down again. “Wanna see you work for it.”

Remus rose up on his knees and felt the leverage from Sirius’ hands give him a boost—the next rock down carried more force and they both moaned, raven-black hair spilling over the pillow in messy curls as Sirius tossed his head. He was so fucking gorgeous Remus couldn’t even handle it.

“Want to watch—merde," Sirius hissed, meeting Remus’ faster pace thrust for thrust. “Want to watch you work for it, your legs kill me at practice.”

“Now you know how I felt,” Remus laughed breathlessly. The slap of their skin and Sirius’ choked noises sent lust through every nerve. He was the one making Sirius feel that good and he was the one who would be sore for it later and he got to see that pretty face screw up in pleasure so clear it belonged in a magazine centerfold.

No, came the sudden thought. No, no, that's mine, you don't get to have it. Remus was selfish with so little but that was one thing he would hoard like treasure. He slammed his hips down harder and stayed there in steady grinds, savoring the shout that echoed in his ears next to the fizz of pure pleasure as the head of Sirius’ cock brushed his prostate. Stuffed full and happy, the center of attention under Sirius’ dark gaze—Remus bit his lip and repeated the motion until his vision went fuzzy. When he swayed forward, Sirius pushed him back with the grip on his hands.

“Keep going.”

“Gotta give me one back so I can come—”

“You’ll come like this.”

Remus exhaled but didn’t break pace, even though his muscles had started to burn and his head was getting foggier with the constant pressure of Sirius’ cock inside him. “Tired—”

“No, you’re not, I know how hard you work.”

His whine of protest would have made him blush in another world, a world where he wasn’t close but not there because his bossy boyfriend wouldn’t give him his hands back. Not that he was 100% positive he could hold himself up without the help, but it would have been nice of Sirius to let him try.

“Don’t slow down,” Sirius warned.

“I told you, I’m tired!” Remus could feel his thighs trembling on every push up, like he had done a full round of squats instead of bouncing in his captain’s lap.

Sirius let out a harsh breath through his nose and finally—thank fuck—let Remus free, only to wrap his hands around his hips and pull him down the last few inches. Remus’ gasp caught in his throat and became a garbled mess halfway out. He grabbed Sirius’ wrists, not for restraint anymore, just for something to hold as Sirius brought him back to the rapid pace they had set at the start.

“Don’t try to touch yourself.”

Remus shook his head vehemently. As if he would risk losing the riot rushing through his entire body. “Won’t, I won’t, oh god.”

“You’re so fucking strong now,” Sirius groaned, his thumbs digging in as he yanked Remus closer and snapped his hips up to meet him. Remus watched, openmouthed, as precome dripped onto Sirius’ belly and smudged over the tense muscles there.

“This is not what I thought would happen in those khakis,” he mumbled.

“You underestimate—” A sharp thrust made Remus cry out. “—how much I like your muscles.”

“Jesus, Sirius, please let me come—”

“I’m not stopping you.”

Remus whimpered as the feeling built and gave up on trying to match Sirius’ movements, giving over the reins. Sweat dripped down his temple and cooled on his chest above his racing heart. Every muscle below his waist shook with exhaustion and pleasure, leaving him with only his arms to brace against the sheets on either side while Sirius put him just where he wanted him. There was relief in that. No decisions. No expectations. He could wash his hands of the power and let Sirius get him where they needed to go.

Never in a million years had he hoped for someone who would share like that, yet here he was, so full he could hardly handle it and loving every second. Remus twisted the wrinkled cotton topsheet until his knuckles hurt and folded like a cheap card table, watching come stripe Sirius’ chest from a thousand lightyears away.

Sirius made a sweet, broken sound and tensed; his hands flexed, then relaxed, leaving him to shudder through the aftershocks while Remus rocked gently back and forth to eke out every last drop of the dopamine flooding his system.

When he tipped forward this time, there was nobody to catch him—they collided with a dull oof and a tired laugh, shuffling around in a mess of limbs. Sirius pushed into his hand when he combed it through sweaty curls, smiling softly. “So pretty,” Remus said, stretching until his ankles popped. “Hmm. So bossy.”

“You love when I’m bossy,” Sirius said through a smile as he rolled him onto his back for a deep kiss.

“Sure do, babycakes.”

“Fuck’s a babycake?”

“You. You’re my baby,” Remus explained, nudging their noses together as he snuck around to grab a handful of Sirius’ ass. “And you’ve got cake.”

Sirius snorted, then turned into the pillow to hide his laughter while he wrangled Remus into a crushing hug that left him in ideal range for lazy kisses to the edge of Sirius’ blush. Two drawers of clothing remained in the closet; Remus gave them just enough thought to remember they existed, but then Sirius was nosing along his cheek to capture his lips and he really didn’t care about pants, actually. He cared about the stretch of warm muscles and the hand cradling his face, the faint tremor in his legs and the man who gave him all of it. That was where his thoughts began and ended. Remus was quite alright with that.

Indecent, indeed.

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #smut #nutmas 2022 #hot for pt #khakis

[r0-boat]

Can i request Alpha! Blue x omega! Reader hcs? (Sfw and nsfw hcs)

Alpha! Blue x omega!reader

Swf and Nsfw

Gn! Reader

nsfw under the cut

Sfw

Never leaves omega's side for anyone or anything, try to move him and he'll growl.

He's extremely doting like a purring kitten, brushing up against you, happily rubbing his scent on your body. And in return, He loves to be covered in yours. He adores the idea of being marked by each other.

Traditional Alpha values without the toxic. Always protect and cherish your Omega. Always provide Omega with freshly worn clothing for the nest. Always cuddle up and give Omega cuddles when they whine for your protection. Beat the ever-living fuck out of any Alpha that harms Omega or their nest.

His scent is always strong, and it exudes confidence like some peacock; once he enters a room, everyone knows that he has an alpha. So usually, he gives off a bad first impression, but once you get to know him, he's extremely chill and friendly. Well, as long as you don't threaten his Omega.

Blue is the alpha. And he may parade around as the biggest Alpha but behind closed doors, his Omega was really in charge; Blue would never raise a hand or snarl at his Omega. He's always so sweet and holding you close and giving you soft kisses with practical hearts in his eyes; he'll never pamper anyone like he Pampers his Omega.

He'll have you swooning for him than be the biggest flirt just to make your heart skip a beat, and he'll smile and say, "This is how you make me feel,"

If he sees an alpha forcibly grab your wrist, making you yelp, he will see red, immediately capturing the Alpha's arm, tightening his grip until it hurts, or forcing him off you. With the bitter scent of anger in the air, blue will let out a low growl " If you ever touch them like that again, I'll make sure you don't have hands to touch them with." It would be foolish to mess with an omega's Alpha, especially if one is a gym leader and ex-champion.

Blue quickly takes you somewhere no one is around. Then those eyes, once filled with anger, now soften, his eyebrows furrowing as Blue ever so gently inspects your arm " Oh baby, he hurt you, he hurt you so much..." he murmurs, his lips touching the spot where the man grabbed you. Blue should have punched him when he had the chance.

If you forget about your heat cycle, Blue will shake his head and sigh, telling you that you need to keep track of this kind of stuff, but then reassure you, saying that he already knows. ( blue was afraid this might happen, so he always keeps an eye on everything just in case you don't forget, he'll somewhat smugly remind you,)

Nest enabler, you can have your nest anywhere, and he'll provide anything soft and fluffy for you; if you see a blanket, pillow or even plushie that's perfect for your nest, he'll buy it for you in a heartbeat. He'll happily give any of his old clothes to you. Will even sometimes compliment your nest.

Nsfw

Blue would never hurt you or do anything to hurt you, however, he does tend to get a little aggressive during rut, he tries to hold back for you, but it's so hard when you're whimpering and crying for more.

Blue is more ... territorial during his ruts; he'd be lucky if he even let you outside your nest. In his now rut-riddled mind, he acts fine in normal circumstances, but there is a particular line that anyone cannot cross, and that's coming into his home or touching you. Once those two lines are crossed, he gets a little bit agitated. Blue'll start pulling you closer to him.

Blue, in a rut, instantly becomes far more possessive; instead of marking you with his son, too, instead keeps you physically, nipping at the untouched parts of your neck or teeth, digging into your bonding mark over and over. At the same time, he tries to bully his knot deeper.

A hand around the back of your neck pushes you into the sheets of your nest, making you take the fading scent of your lover from his clothes laid about among the soft blankets and pillows while he takes you like a feral animal.

Believe it or not during his ruts sometimes Blue actually gets pretty whiny and subby. begging his partner to mark him back and bite him hard, drool running down his chin urging you bite down harder, practically begging you to make him yours as he creams inside of you.

He loves the burning need to feel his hands upon every part of your plush body. But not being able to touch you because his wrists are tied, feeling his cock twitching and his knot beginning to swell despite not even being inside of you; Blue bucks into your soft hand, it's sooo good but its not enough he needs more. He would want nothing more than to become rut drunk for you.

Blue has thrown hands once with Red during his rut before, and will do it again.

Mostly just takes out his rut aggression on your body. Holding you down and slamming his hips against your plush ass. his hand occasionally coming down on your ass cheek, until he leaves it red with his handprint. Growing about how much of a good mate you are, to let him do this to you, to let him mark you and make you his.

Blue has had taken rut suppressants for most of his teenage too adult life, and that burning need to have you, that liquid heat of pure desire in his loins threatening to explode if he didn't knot you right now, must be something he'll never forget. He could feel the pleasure mingling deliciously with the pain of his heart throbbing cock has he grinds his bulge against you.

Blue loves orgasm denial, and he's totally not a masochist ; ) he just wants to make sure how much his body can handle.

After he fills you full of his seed as his knot deflates he stays deep inside of you, he has to make sure you stay nice and full~.

#smut #pokemon sun and moon #Pokemon sm #pokemon trainer blue #gym leader blue #blue x reader #pokemon x reader smut #pokemon x reader #pokemon headcannons #pokemon imagines #omegaverse #pokemon blue #sm blue #Trainer blue x reader #trainer blue

[fallingforel]

arabella Pt. 2 - i couldn’t be more in love

masterlist

after the night out you go back and the night gets a bit smutty with alex

warnings: err smut and smoking if there is anymore please let me know and I will add them to this list.

"That does sound like a good ideaaaa" I start "There's a but coming isn't there?" "Yes. look I would love to but when these lot" gesturing with my free hand that wasn't attached to Alex. "Get plastered, you can't leave them alone I have to babysit them otherwise Matty will try some dumb shit, George will enable that dumb shit and Ross will just fall asleep, and there won't be anyone who's slightly sober to control them," I state remembering the times we've all got plastered and I wasn't there to clean up after their dumb mishaps.

Alex starts to groan from beside me "Look please, I get that they're all your best mates and all. But you could have a great time just for one night." I start to think it over and come up with a compromise. "okay how about this, we all go back, knowing them they'll be out like a light as soon as their heads hit a pillow. In deep sleep. They can take the spare bedroom they always do. and we're left with the night to ourselves." I finish ranting, then Alex starts up again. "That sounds like a great idea"

We all approach my flat pretty quickly. Everyone was silent as we approached it and walked up the stairs only resuming our talking after my front door. Meowing soon being heard "Caroline" Matty ushered her over, to which she came. Matty looking back at you while stroking her and Alex and gesturing to the cat with his head eyebrows raised as if to say "Look she is mine". I snarled at him while Alex just chuckled at our interaction finding it funny.

soon enough everyone was sat down with Alex residing on the armchair placed in the corner in front of the little window displaying my kitchen George and Ross on the sofa facing the tv but not actually watching what was on the tv (because it was turned off) Matty sat on the floor stroking my cat.

I however was in my bedroom getting out of my clothes putting on lingerie but putting a dressing gown over the top so it didn't look too suspicious, to everyone in the room.

"Can I get you a drink?" I asked Alex, returning from my bedroom. "uh yeah I'll have pepsi max please" Matty said in reply "Not you ratty, I wasn't asking you I was asking Alex, fuck you very much you know where the Pepsi is, get it yourself" Matty sighed standing up from the floor putting his hands up walking into the kitchen. "no thanks y/n I'm grand." Alex said in reply to me. "suit yourself, you would be missing out on the killer juice that she makes" George starts rolling off

"y/n/n can I have a juice please," George asks. "I would make you one Georgie but it's too late to start the machine and it would wake Ms. Lambert next door she's old and fragile and needs her rest. I'll make you one in the morning George, how about that?" I state "Okay. I'd like that. be a nice hangover cure" "I second that y/n I'd like one in the morning too" Ross finally puts in. "okay anyone else?" Matty raises his hand "Of course you would. don't worry I'll make you all one, Alex you too, but I think it's time for those who are absolutely gone to go to bed the spare rooms are all set up for when you last slept here, Alex you can have the sofa if you want" "but I tho-" I give him a look as to say just go along with it "yeah that'd be great thanks"

soon the whole flat was in chaos. people coming in and out of the bathroom getting themselves sorted. and soon enough it was quiet. I went to go open the spare bedroom door to check whether the 3 men were asleep. and sure enough, I heard snoring. Going back out to where Alex now sat on the sofa in the middle.

I walked over to him straddling his lap and started kissing him furiously with passion and hunger soon pulling back for some air but not before he caught my lip in his teeth biting on it and then letting it go bouncing back to its original place. I then start to move my lips placing kisses along him starting at his jaw and slowly moving down biting a few times here and there. finally reaching his collarbone where his black t-shirt lay, I tugged it saying "This needs to go" He nodded rather quickly agreeing and tossing it to the other side of the sofa.

I then went back to kissing his chest slowly going working my way down to his navel before I start to undo his jeans slowly kissing his stomach while I peel them down a moan then comes from Alex's mouth ensuring a "y/n quick I'm on the edge" which earns a reply from me "all in good time Alex, all in good time honey" earning, a groan from his mouth.

I then do him a good favor by discarding his jeans and pulling down his boxers soon after showing his erection springing up soon I then lick along his base working my way up to his tip and licking the pre-cum off before taking his whole dick in my mouth moving it up and down, not gagging really proud of myself for that, soon earning a moan from Alex after hollowing my cheeks while moving my head up and down. "Y/n I'm close do something". so I swirled my tongue around him while looking up at him and soon I felt hot spurts go down my throat. swallowing every last bit.

I soon started to work my way back up kissing from Alex's crotch then to his navel up to his chest up his neck to his jaw to his cheek to his lips which then resulted in us in another hot passionate kiss before I started to straddle him again. Alex soon found the tie on my dressing gown and undid it and soon enough my hands left his neck so I could let the robe drop. he then left the kiss sat back and took a few seconds before he burst out "I think we should take this to the bedroom" I nodded in agreement.

his hands went to my bum and picked me up and carried me through the house with me guiding him soon enough we reached my bedroom him using his foot to open the door and he walked backward until the backs of his knees reached the bed turning us around before he placed me on the bed.

He hovered over me placing chaste kisses down my body until he reached my boob his hands found their way to my back managing to undo my bra and pulling it off me and throwing it somewhere around the room not to be cared of right now. He continued kissing my breast biting and sucking here and there. he then placed a chaste kiss again over the newly made purple mark.

he then placed chaste kisses down my body before reaching the bottom of my stomach just above where my thong lay, he then soon pulled that down and I helped discard it kicking it off my legs. he then started kissing down to where my clit was then placing a lick down my slit before finding my hole with his fingers and my clit with his tongue working together and within minutes the momentum he worked up had me releasing straight onto his fingers.

he then placed another kiss on my clit then on the outside and onto my thigh working his way back up my body again before finally placing one on my lips (this one was a bit deeper and more passionate than the others he placed a few seconds ago on my body). I could feel him going rock hard. then pulling away from me and whispering

"I need to do something about this" "Okay" I whispered back quickly turning back to my bedside table and whipping out a condom passing it to him and he put it on. and slowly but surely,  he was soon lined up with my entrance and inserting himself slowly at first but my moans spurred him on to go faster both our highs soon approaching, and then finishing and disregarding the condom. Alex flipped over and laid down. we stayed like that for a few minutes before he piped up again

"come ride my face darling" and so I complied making my way up to his face with me straddling it and soon enough he was licking all throughout me. Darting his tongue in and out of me.  And soon enough I was releasing again. But this time all over Alex's face.

I then went back to laying beside him cuddled up and we stayed like that all throughout the night except...I couldn't fall asleep. so I left my room in search of my dressing gown, soon finding it laying on the ground by the sofas, along with Alex's belongings which I folded up and bought to him but not before putting my dressing gown on. I then went in search of my bag which was in its usual place on the other side of the bed on the floor. I soon retrieved it taking it outside on the fire escape.

"oh!" being frightened by Matty residing there smoking a fag "What are you doing here?" I asked "Couldn't sleep too wide awake with all you OH ALEX! RIGHT THERE! YEAH! AGAIN AGAIN!" "oh piss off will you sometimes a girl needs to be pleasured," I say in reply to Matty pulling an organic cigarette out of my bag and going to light it looking up remembering that Matty had it. soon quickly finishing it off with a "Was I really that loud?" question wanting to find out from my best friend. "nah you weren't that bad to be fair I woke up to you moving to your room and all I could hear was the bed noises I then went up to get a drink and stopped right outside your door to see if you wanted one too turns out you were busy" "ohhh! nice to know I can be quiet" I state with seriousness lacing my words.  

"aha yeah, I suppose so. Dunno if I would though. too hard to comprise my moans, George adam and Ross certainly know how much sex I have through the walls of our shared apartment" Matty says finishing it off with a half-hearted laugh. "all right bug, make sure you get some sleep don't want you flipping everyone off tomorrow, you're unbearable when you're running on four hours sleep" matty says coming over giving me a hug and kissing my temple and rubbing my back, the hug not lasting longer than 2 minutes but it was a well needed one between the two of us. 

-MATTYS P.O.V-   

Making my way back to y/n's spare bedroom after meeting each other at the windowsill, I sighed, I definitely shouldn't feel this way about her but I just do, it's not like she is forbidden but the guys and I made a pact when I was 13 that none of us would go for y/n she was off limits it was never in question that any of us would date her, especially after the fact that all of us had massive crushes on her in '02 but none of us acted on it, it would simply ruin our friendship dynamic. 

entering the bedroom seeing George and Ross passed out on the bed it looked like the sofa was my only option, I would usually go into y/n's bed on a night like this but that's currently occupied .  then my eye catches it, the blow-up bed y/n and I bought on a whim in case we decided that we wanted to throw a party and we had one extra guest. I grab the box and start letting it self inflate. unfortunately, this wakes up George "Matty what are you doing? its" he says pausing mid-sentence to grab his phone to check the time "Half 4 in the morning go to sleep. why are you still up anyways" 

"saw y/n on the fire escape when I went out for a fag because I couldn't sleep. now I can't sleep because of her George, she's so pretty. Sometimes I wish I could just be with her."  "I know you do Matty but you know the deal we made and you know us we never break pacts." It's true we've all never broken a pact, y/n included. the one we made when we were 16 when we vowed to never smoke weed without each other, that came after y/n experienced a terrible high with her ex Jonathan, safe to say he got a punching from George while y/n was with me. She never smoked without one of us again. 

"look all I'm trying to say George is that maybe we should go over some of the pacts we made and see if some of them need rediscussing or not" "Look just get some sleep matty, we all need rest, lets discuss this better when we're actually not delusional" the bed being well inflated by now I hug George goodnight retrieving a blanket from the pile of junk on one side of the room. and getting some well-deserved rest.

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