#time to pull out your insides while you're conscious and cut of your fingers and inject cancer cells and such

[albatris]

aidan "torture doesn't work but it sure is fun" jasper

#he's initially friendly w nat bc he KNOWS trust and friendship will get him answers if nat has them #when nat doesnt have those answers jaspers just like. oh well! #time to pull out your insides while you're conscious and cut of your fingers and inject cancer cells and such #the only other information nat can offer is #''what happens to a vampire if we do this?'' #in the name of science and immortality! yay! #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #have i talked about the ~expanding the human energy & lifespan~ grant reuben march got his hands on #it's a mouthful! you can make it an acronym if it's too much to handle! :-) #ye they want to finetune immortality a lil so they dont end up like the garble itself

[mackjlee9]

Scaramouche Brainrot

Warning; afab!scaramouche, cunningulus, dacryphilia, cockwarming, praising, size kink, dumbification. I... I'm projecting, sorry y'all. 2nd person narration.

Masterlist.

Genshin Impact

[1st scenario]

He was just sitting there on the couch, legs spread wide open while reading a book, as if he didn't have a care in the world, unbothered by everything occurring around him.

You, however, were really bothered by it.

The fabric of his shorts wasn't skin tight, it was rather loose, which caused more skin exposure in the area of his upper inner thighs, making you lick your lips and take a deep breath at the sight. What? You weren't just gonna keep going with your day when he looked like that, enticing you to eat him out like a starved man?

Because that's exactly what you wanted.

Your feet took you to the couch, kneeling on the cushions and placing your hands on his soft, pale thighs, keeping his legs spread open for you.

Scaramouche looked away from his book, his confused stare looking directly at you, but your eyes were stuck staring between his legs, and he instantly felt self-conscious, attempting to close his legs but your grip prevented him from doing so.

"(M/n)-?" His words were cut off by a gasp, feeling your fingers pressing over his clothed pussy, gently and slowly rubbing over his clit. The book he was holding slipped from his grip and fell on the floor with a thud, closing on itself, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth.

The dark look in your eyes sent shivers down his spine, the feeling of your hands inching closer up to where your fingers disappeared under his shorts, feeling your touch on him, only being separated by a thin piece of clothing made his pussy clench in anticipation.

The moment you noticed the blush on his face, it was over, you weren't gonna tease him and yourself any more than this, you needed it.

You needed to have your mouth on his pussy, sucking on his clit and lapping at his wet folds.

Pulling his shorts and underwear off his body, you growled at the sight of his wet and glistening cunt, gripping his thighs and leaning down, slightly lifting his hips to your face, eagerly latching onto him.

"Fuck...!" Scara's hand moved to hold onto your hair pulling on it as his thighs pressed around your head, squirming on the couch and releasing lewd and erotic high-pitched whines that only fueled you to keep going.

Your tongue flicked his clit a few times, looking up at him as his mouth opened wide, crying out your name with need.

"K-keep going, please~" your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his words, groaning as you wrapped your lips around his clit, sucking on it and hearing the choked moans Scara released.

"You don't need to tell me, puppy," you muttered before moving down and lapping at his folds, pushing your tongue inside his twitching hole, whining at the sweet taste of his juices on your tongue, "Fuck- cum for me, pup, cum on my tongue," you tightened your grip on his thighs, feeling his legs trembling as they opened and closed around your head, his hands pulling on your hair a little too rough, but honestly? You didn't care.

You wanted to feel him cum on your tongue over and over again.

[2nd scenario]

Damn-

He looked so good when he cried.

Feeling your cock deep inside his twitching and dripping pussy, whining 'cause you weren't moving, you weren't pounding your cock in him, and he didn't like that, you felt too good inside him to just have you staying still. He needed you to move and fuck him until he forgets his name, he can't handle the quivering of his body and definitely can't hold back his tears.

You're just there, your arms holding yourself up, keeping him trapped under your body, nuzzling his neck and leaving small kisses on his skin, paying close attention to his pulse, sighing in contentment.

"So good for me, pup..." Scara whined and moved his arms to press them against your chest, pushing you back and letting out a whimper when he felt your cock shifting inside him at the movement.

"Move... Fuck~ just move..." Your eyes observed his flushed face for a few moments, reaching your hand up to his cheek, wiping his tears away with your thumb. The sight of him crying clearly turned you on, the throbbing of your cock making him arch his back, more tears falling down his face, "(M/n)..."

"It's okay, baby, you're doing so well for me right now," you lean down and place small kisses on his tear-stained cheeks, his red nose and his eyelids eliciting a broken sob from him, "Think you can handle a little while longer, puppy?"

Scara looked at you, sniffing and wrapping his arms around your shoulders, "But I want you to fuck me now..." He mumbled barely audible to you, and you had to close your eyes and take a deep breath or you would've done what he told you to.

"I will do anything you want, if you can handle it for five more minutes, how's that sound, hm?" He pouts and blinks, a few tears falling down his temples.

"Fine~"

"That's my good boy, so obedient for me."

[3rd scenario]

At first, Scara wasn't the biggest fan of the size difference between you two, he felt almost too small compared to you.

Well, that was before he knew how good could fuck his needy cunt.

He was just barely holding onto your shoulders, leaving scratch marks that you would not even bother covering up, holding him with ease against the wall.

"That's right, pup, say my name and mark me, let everyone know I'm all yours, let them hear how good I fuck you," Scara whined and clung to you, feeling your cock pumping in and out of his small body, tilting his head forward to look down at the connection between your bodies.

The obvious outline of your length on his lower belly made him roll his eyes to the back of his head, his trembling legs wrapping around your hips, keeping you buried deep inside his pulsing pussy, feeling it wanting to milk every drop of your cum.

"Fuck me, more... I need more of your cock, please~!"

#sub!scaramouche #sub!genshin #afab!genshin #genshin impact #scaramouche brainrot #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #top male reader #male reader #x reader #reader insert #smut #amab!reader #.mackjlee9 writes

[norrisleclercf1]

ooh also maybe like lando x inexperienced reader… him praising and encouraging you so you don’t get self conscious, letting you grind on him and telling you how good it feels, plus maybe a little light manhandling… phew

Warnings: Light smut, nothing heavy

Lando was very aware to you being inexperienced, very much so. He was aware of every noise, movement, hesitation when it became to much for you.

You hated that you couldn't be comfortable enough to make that jump, but Lando was so sweet. Whenever you tensed he stopped and began to softly kiss you and lay you down, holding you close.

"Lando?" You sat on the couch wearing his shirt and some boxer briefs as it was a hot summer day and you both wore little clothing. "Yes, baby?" He was sitting on the floor, no shirt and some shorts as he played video games.

"I-" You stop biting your bottom lip. Lando was making it very hard for you to concentrate, trying to read your book. Yet, your boyfriend currently had your legs on his shoulders and was placing kisses on the inside of your thighs once in a while.

His head was thrown back slightly, just resting on the couch but he was inching closer and closer to where you felt him most. "Something wrong?" Craning his neck, his eyes meet yours.

A smirk grows on his face, prompting him to take off his headset and place them aside. "Y/n? You know you can tell me." His voice having a teasing edge as his fingers trail up your foot to the inside of your knee. "Don't tease me." Resorting to a pout which Lando shakes his head at.

Lando's hands move up your thighs and rest on your hips, smirking he moves flipping you both. Gasping at the sudden change, you land right on his waist, chest almost pressed into his face. His eyes stare up at you, his lips were hidden, but you knew he was smirking.

"If you wanted me, you just had to say so." His voice soft, no longer teasing you. Face red you look away embarrassed that he figured out what was wrong. "We'll go at your pace, just let me know what it is you want to do, and we can do it baby. Tell me." He urges.

"I.....hmmm." Taking a deep breath you gather your thoughts, trying to voice what it is you want to say. "Can I grind....on you?" Lando's fingers that were rubbing into your hips still. His eyes grow wide, but he quickly closes them, taking several deep breaths.

"Of course." Placing a kiss on your neck he adjusts the two of you so you're straddling him. With the thin material of his shorts and the briefs you wore, you could feel him, every inch of him. "Do you want to set the pace? Kiss me? What?" He always asked you questions so he knew what you wanted and didn't make you uncomfortable.

"Kiss me." Your voice shaky, nervous about trying this new thing. Smiling his hands move from your hips to your face kissing you. He moves slow, letting you relax, thumbs rubbing your cheeks.

As your body relaxes, you move your hips. It was a small movement, testing to see how it felt. Lando smiles against the kiss, poking your lips with his tongue you open. You can't help but moan when his hands tighten on your face pulling you in more.

His tongue moves wrapping around yours, he pulls away for air. You giggle when you move your hips again, this time stronger. Lando feels it and groans, you go to say something but he cuts you off by kissing you deeply.

It's a flurry of movements, your hips moving faster. Lando's hands moving all over your body, before landing on your ass squeezing your cheeks. You whimper, but he doesn't move your hips for you just letting you figure it out.

"You're hard." You whisper into the kiss which causes Lando to burst out laughing. "Why are you laughing?" Hips still you feel him right between your lips, you've seen him naked before, but not while he was hard.

If what you were feeling was true, he would have to give you 3 of his fingers, he was thick. "My very gorgeous girlfriend is grinding on me wearing my clothes, and you think I'm not going to get hard? Silly girl." Blushing as his words, you move your hips in a circle then back and forth.

Lando shuts up, mouth falling open, head back as you move slightly faster. You weren't really feeling anything, but you were getting hotter by the second watching the way your boyfriend was reacting.

"Baby, you gotta....fuck." Lifting your shirt you look down seeing the way you were grinding against him. You whine when you feel him start to twitch slightly, hands grabbing your ass hard now. "Lando..." You don't stop, you knew he was close and wanted to see what it looked like.

"I....fuck...Y/n....baby I'm going too....shit." He groans out, letting it go as he comes. His face relaxes eyes fluttering as his mouth falls open, breathing hard. He was gorgeous.

"Pretty." You whisper fingers tracing his jawline as he chuckles lowly. You move around, feeling wet between you two you move to get off, but he holds you down. "Want me to return the favor?" He whispers having never touched you before.

"No, I wanna see you make that face again." Lando busts out laughing, hiding his face in your neck, placing gentle kisses. "Maybe when I'm in you next hm?" He teases which has you laughing kissing his cheek.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 imagine #lando norris #lando x reader #lando imagine #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris blurb #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n

[urlranpo]

BSD | Where's the Dessert?

summary | how the ada boys eat you out

ft | dazai, ranpo, fukuzawa, kunikida, atsushi

warnings | smut, cunnlingus, degradation (dazai, slightly ranpo)

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Dazai

His silver tongue is a dangerous weapon, and he knows it. It's not often that Dazai is between your legs since he much rather be inside you, but when he is, he teases you to tears and laughs about it.

"You're really just a slut, you know that? Moaning loud enough where we're sure to get a complaint from the neighbors and all I'm doing is making a mess of your sloppy pussy," his voice is too causal that it's demeaning as he stares you down from in between your legs. The haze in his eyes scream evil and you're inclined to believe it.

Whining you try to protest, but he only shuts you up the second he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, "Well I guess I'm just going to have to treat you like the whore you are, aren't I?" Instantly his tongue finds its way to your wet heat and one of his thumbs press lightly against your clit, making you shiver.

You can feel his smirk against your folds as his tongue laps at you. And when it's all over he won't be shy to admit that you look adorable when you come over his mouth.

Ranpo

Is there anyone better suited for the job than the world's greatest detective? There's nothing more that Ranpo loves than delving into your sweetness and making you shake from his tongue alone. He's not usually the giving type and that will not change. When he goes down on you, he's doing it for himself. Ranpo can't help but want his next dessert to be you since you're his favorite sweet to eat.

As you have your legs wrapped around his head, he's doing his best while pouting because you won't stop squirming around while he's trying to enjoy himself. Selfishly, he holds your hips down, "Stop moving will ya?! It's my snack break and you're ruining it." There's a frown on his lips, but you swear to god that he smiles the second he presses his face against your heat again. The little shit.

You're about to tell him off but are abruptly cut off by your own moan. Ranpo snickers and pulls away just to see your fucked out expression he loves so much. He's sure to tease you later about it, but for now all he cares about is shoving his tongue into your soaked cunt. Lord knows how much he loves to drink you up like you're the last meal he'll ever have.

Fukuzawa

If there's one person to treat your pussy like it's his only duty, it's Fukuzawa. There's no man that's more delicate and precise with every movement and touch he gives you. You swear you almost fall on the spot when he lays down flat on his back and beckons you over with the curl of his finger.

The first couple of times he was bashful at the mere thought of preforming oral, but the grip he has on your thighs the moment you're hovering over his face, tells you he's since overcame that. He's all too eager to please you and gets to work almost immediately, but not before biting the inside of one of your thighs. He needs to leave a mark, or he won't be satisfied.

He'll have you in tears within the first few minutes. With his tongue pressed against your clit and one of his fingers sneaking into your dripping hole, he'll grunt at the sound of your whines. He pretends he hates to see you cry, but he really, he adores your whimpers and cries for him to slow down (though he'll never admit that to you).

Momentarily, while you're clamping your thighs around his head, he'll pull back and scold you, "Darling, don't start crying when I've only just started."

Kunikida

To this day, Kunikida is self-conscious about going down on you. No matter how many times he finds his face in-between your thighs, it's like the first time all over again. He finds himself staring down at your heat, blush covering the entirety of his face and neck. Almost every day of his life he's in danger, yet he's still acts like the virgin you first met when you started dating.

Kunikida gulps as he's kneeled down in front of your bare pussy. There's a meticulous method he has stored in head when he begins to trail light feathery kisses to the insides of your thighs. They lead all the way up before he stops just before he gets to where you want him most.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers before he leaves soft presses of his lips along your slit. He's so gentle and sweet, and before the night is over, he promises that you'll be satisfied with his performance

Atsushi

Your sweet, sweet little Atsushi. There will never be a time he's confident enough to give you the pleasure you deserve. Every time he even thinks about going down you out, he grows anxious. Not because he doesn't want to, because there's nothing he wants more, but because he's not necessarily confident in his ability.

However, with some reassure here, and some praise there, he's glowing with anticipation. Atsushi literally tears your underwear into shreds and promises that he'll buy you new ones, but for now he needs to eat you out.

"Baby, you're so sweet. Could stay here for hours," he sighs delightedly, cheek rested against your inner thigh and eyes trained on your cute face. He's so in love with you.

So, when he does get back to work, there's something carnivorous about him. Atsushi practically has to pin your hips down because you won't stop shaking. He feels so proud, yet underserving when he hears you mewl out his name over and over again.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs smut #dazai #ranpo #fukuzawa #atsushi #kunikida #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #smut #ranpo edogawa #dazai osamu #fukuzawa yukichi

[muselin]

ok i'm new here and this is gonna be my first contribution for the nct hard hours

you know how yuta loves japanese hard rock and you see his amazing style and charisma that i can only have hard thoughts about fucking hard while having his distry jrock playlist as background music

Welcome, welcome!

Oh god, Yuta and rock. It's like a love affair all in itself.... I'll do you one higher, just for putting the idea in my head. Smut below the cut 🤟🤟

The rough, distorted riff of the guitars thumped off the walls and the drums hammered in your chest. You sat in Yuta's lap on a sofa in the dressing room of one of his favourite bands as they prepared for a show in Osaka, sound checking their instruments a few walls away. Of course Yuta was friends with them, VIP tickets and all the extras stuffed in the pockets of his leather trousers. Yuta's shock of spiky hair was pulled into a chokingly good-looking half ponytail, black liner rimming his intense eyes and resting between his fingers. He was focused on decorating your cheekbone with a tiny lightning bolt and star, having promised he'd help you do a bit of stage makeup to match the concert. He was concentrating on his drawing, you were concentrating on his face. His eyes wide and brows knitted in focus, his tongue darting out to wet his lip every now and then.

"You look like you're trying to make gold pour out of my lips," Yuta murmured, eyes never straying from his handiwork.

"It definitely won't be gold but poison, maybe," you snarked. Yuta's eyes finally met yours and he hissed at you playfully, tongue running over his teeth after and making any comeback die on your lips.

"All done," Yuta tossed the eyeliner on the dressing table and you made to get off his lap but his hands ran over your fishnet-clad thighs. You looked at him to find a familiar hunger glinting back at you.

"Here??"

"They'll be sound-checking for another hour," Yuta whispered and sat up higher, closing the distance between you and meeting your lips in a heavy kiss. Your fingers tangled in his messy hair as he raised up and took you with him.

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The mirror in front of the dressing table was starting to fog up from your being pressed into it, your breaths coming out fast and harsh, just as Yuta's thrusts into you from behind.

He had one arm possessively across your chest and the other down between your legs, rubbing lazy circles on your clit way out of time with his fast, hard pounding. His breath fanned over your neck and his eyes never left yours in the mirror.

"That's my favorite song of theirs, you know."

He slowed his thrusts for a moment while the dull echo of the guitar riff changed and he buried his face in your neck. His fingers on your clit quickened, getting wetter from just how much arousal you were leaking from around his cock and onto his hand.

You moaned when he pushed himself inside you deeper, his hips moving in a languid, fluid motion to fill you up and drag his length across your most sensitive spots in the most satisfying way. Your back arched further and you leaned down on the table onto your elbows. Seeing you like that did something to Yuta and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up and making sure you were still looking at him in the mirror. His lips were parted with barely restrained grunts and he quickened his thrusts again, pistoning into you and rubbing your hipbones raw against the table. The wet sound of his cock entering you over and over got louder and you bit your lips, feeling more slickness pool around his cock.

Yuta's fingers on your clit matched the pace of his thrusts and your orgasm crept up on you from left field, your mind on some level conscious that the sound check set was almost over and the band could walk back in any minute. Your eyes felt watery, misting your vision around the edges from the sensations drowning your senses.

"Yuta..."

Your voice was just a frantic whisper but Yuta knew how loud you could get. He swapped hands over your clit and snaked his wet fingers into your mouth. You moaned around them, the sound reliably muffled as he drew back and rammed inside you to the hilt. On his next thrust your orgasm burst and you shut your eyes tightly at the sensation, heart hammering in your chest and Yuta's hand coking down from your lips to feel it. It forced out tears from the corners of your eyes, one smearing in a streak over the neat lightning bolt and star Yuta had drawn on for you.

He was right behind you, fingers digging painfully into your body as he surged forward, burying himself inside you and pressing you into the table to spill into you. You opened your eyes just in time to see his squeeze shut, his beautiful face clenched with the most delicious tension which was draining out into you along with his cum inside of you.

You both braced yourselves against the table eith trembling arms to catch your breath and Yuta reached for tissues, pulling out a wad gracelessly to clean you up as fast as possible before the band got back. You hurriedly slipped your underwear back on but before your could pull your skirt back on, a rowdy group burst through the door.

"Heeey, Yutaaa! That was good, it's gonna be a great show!"

With his body covering your entire lower half, Yuta turned to face the group, a wide smile on his face falling right into step.

"It better be, I have reputation riding on it too now! I think the new set will sound amazing, especially the two songs in major--"

With his hands behind him as he talked, Yuta dragged your skirt up past your knees so you could reach it and you quickly and covertly pulled it back over your hips.

#nct 127 smut #nct yuta smut #yuta smut #nct 127 yuta smut #nct smut #nct yuta hard hours #yuta hard hours #nct 127 hard hours

[meetmyothersouls]

cockwarming again purrr

Hope you like this!!

Zoom

Warnings: immediate smut below the cut, cock warming

You knew you'd be in trouble for torturing him during his zoom interview, but Timothe hadn't been paying attention to you, and what better way to get it than blow him under his desk...while he was being interviewed. You got an enormous amount of enjoyment out of it, and even though Timothee acted like he was mad about it, he cam harder than he ever had before from a blow job.

When Timothee called you into his office, you didn't expect to see his cock in his hands, pumping it lightly.

"Care to help me with this?" He asked, sweetly, looking down at his thick, throbbing cock.

You swallowed hard, immediately feeling your core grow hot. You took a few steps to him, before he grabbed your wrist, and pulled your face into his. He kissed you roughly, his teeth clashing with yours, his tongue wrapping around yours and his lips sliding against yours with a heated passion.

You began taking your shirt off, but he stopped you, "leave the shirt on, take everything else off."

You furrowed your brow, not quite understanding why he wanted you to keep your shirt on. Timothee was very much a boob man, he always loved playing with them, massaging your breasts, pinching your nipples, licking them, sucking them (your personal favorite). But you did as he said, and removed your shorts and your panties, and waited for your next set of instructions.

You stood next to his chair, which he sat in as he rolled a few inches away from his desk and spun slightly to face you. He was still hard and pointed upward at you, begging to be handled. You risked a look at his computer screen, wondering if he'd been watching porn, but the only thing on his screen was a Zoom call, still waiting to be connected. Timothee's fingers grazing your folds, testing how wet your pussy was pulled your attention back to him.

"You're very wet," he commented. "Come here."

Timothee's hands went back to your wrist and pulled you toward him. You went to straddle his waist, but he quickly turned you, facing his desk and his computer. He backed you onto him and held his cock for you to lower yourself onto. You sucked in a breath as you impaled yourself on every inch of him. He filled you and stretched you in a way that was sinful, and as he bottomed out and your bare ass touched his legs, his arm wrapped around your stomach and held you tightly in place.

"You don't want me to look at you?" You asked, feeling a bit confused. This wasn't how sex usually was for the two of you. Still, you attempted to roll your hips on him, but his grip tightened.

"This is your punishment," Timothee said into your neck as you sat on his cock, "you have to sit here on me. No moving until I say you can."

You didn't have to ask what the punishment was for, you knew it was coming and you knew you deserved it.

"My punishment, is to sit on your cock?" You smirked, attempting to move your hips again, causing Timothee's fingertips to dig deeper into your abdomen. "Sorry, but that doesn't seem like much of a punishment."

"Oh, it gets better, my dear."

His voice was low and delicious and felt like silk against the skin of your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter every second he was buried inside of you and your pussy ached from the lack of movement. Just as you were about to ask, how it could get better, Timothee's Zoom session began filling with callers. He calmly ensured his video and mic was off before saying, "I've got a 30-minute call with a casting director for a new project. Every time you move, it'll be one less time you get to cum when this it's over. Try to control your facial expressions...you bite your lip when I'm inside you."

You rolled your eyes, realizing you were already biting your lip. You'd have to make a conscious effort not to make it look like you had his cock inside of you, but it was only 30 minutes. Timothee turned on his camera and microphone and smiled at everyone in the call. The camera on his computer only showed the two of you from the chest up, the other callers were totally oblivious to anything happening lower than that. Your legs were wrapped around his as you sat on his lap with his cock still deep within you. Timothee introduced you and everyone on the call said their hellos.

You were feeling confident as the first 20 minutes of the call flew by. You managed to maintain a smile and even ask a few questions, without anyone suspecting you were sitting on Timothee Chalamet's cock. But, as it seemed like the call was wrapping up, Timothee's hand slid from your waste, down to your clit. He rubbed it gently, pressing it lightly as he created circles of pleasure into it. Immediately, your breathing became heavy, your chest rising and falling harder than normal. With his fingers working your clit, there was no arm holding your hips back. Instinctively, you began rolling your them into his lap.

Timothee turned off his mic, barely moving his mouth when he whispered, "keep your hips still and wait, I'll give you everything I have in five minutes."

You halted your movements, but as he turned his mic back on, his fingers went back to work, spreading your folds and exposing your clit, teasing the sensitive bud. He shifted in his seat, sending his cock further into your pussy, which partnered with the tender work of his fingers, sent you over the edge. You gripped his desk, tightened your legs around his, and tried to hold back the orgasm that pulsed through you. Timothee's hand left your clit as he wrapped his arm back around your waist. He held you in place and kept you from shaking as your orgasm took you over.

"I think we're finished here, everyone. Timothee, it was great chatting with you, we will be in touch soon!" You heard a male's voice from the computer say.

"Thank you so much. Talk soon." Timothee said before immediately slamming his computer screen. He stood with you, still embedded deep inside of your pussy. Holding you with one arm, he pushed the contents of his desk onto the floor and laid you on his desk. He finally slid his cock out of you, only to push it back in; the movement you so desperately craved.

"I wanted to fuck you so badly," he admitted. "I felt your warmth the wetter you got," his voice shook as he continued pounding into you, "I started to think...maybe it was more torture for me that it was for you. So, I decided to make you cum."

He continued fucking you, he spread your legs wider, holding each one of them under your knees and as you tried to close them together against the intense pleasure building in your core, he spread them apart again. He pulled you closer to him and rested your ankles on his shoulders, his cock reached deeper than it ever had before. He grunted and moaned deliciously, "gonna cum, fuck you feel so good. fuckfuckfuckfuck."

His ragged, breathless voice shook, and you sucked your stomach in as you fought the urge to cum.

"Let it go, cum with me. Cum all over my cock. Give it to me."

You moved your body along the desk. He stilled his hips as you took over, fucking him as he stood.

"Yes, baby. Use me, pleasure yourself. Finish us off."

His words were all it took, you cam in unison, moaning together until he collapsed on top of you.

"I'm not sorry about it," Timothee said breathlessly, "for making you cum in front of everyone on camera. I'm not sorry. They got to witness you come undone and they didn't even know it. They don't know how lucky they are to get to see something like that."

"You're evil, you know that?" You joked, running your fingers through is damp hair.

"Revenge is sweet, y/n, but pleasuring you is sweeter."

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[rosaren2498]

Warnings: Angst, blood, torture in the name of science (like the Augustine Society from The Vampire Diaries), implied past rape (it also almost happens but is interrupted before it can go that far), past captivity/imprisonment, reader wishes for death, organ removal

Please be careful and let me know if I missed anything!!! I want to tag the warnings properly but I never know what might trigger someone.

Also, I usually write in Fem 3rd Person and then edit it to be 2nd Person so it's more gender neutral so please inform me if I missed anything during my editing process, I do this on mobile.

Nightmare or Memory

It was cold.

So cold that you had long stopped shivering. So cold that you had accepted long ago that you might never know warmth again.

It was cold, and you wished you could say it was dark, but the lights shining in your eyes never went away; never dimmed, darkened, nor turned off. At least not while you were conscious.

You minutely flinched at the sound of metal scrapping on metal; you knew by now what that sound meant. You caught a flash of metal out the corner of your left eye, the scalpel reflecting the bright white fluorescent lighting.

"How are we doing today?"

You bared your teeth even as you felt the warm press of the blade against the naked skin of your chest. It had used to be cold to the touch, but now it was warmer than you. "Go to hell," you hissed.

His laughter seemed to echo around you; it was almost as if he'd laughed directly into your ears. It was dark, twisted, almost aggravated. The way the blade dug into your skin reflected it; cruel and aggressive, not as precise as usual.

Your breath hitched at the sharp bloom of pain. You think you'd be used to it by now, after all this time, but the first kiss of the blade never failed to steal your breath. You bit back cries, screams, and pleas for surcease that you knew would fall on deaf ears and do nothing, save for make him smug. However, you could not withhold your tears. As you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed for your life to finally end, tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, running into your hair.

The scalpel was eventually exchanged for something to keep the y-shaped cut -now on your chest and bleeding- open and you choked on a sob as it was forced open further. Seconds later, the first scream tore from your throat as his hands rooted around inside you.

"Ah, here we are."

You choked again as a hand grabbed one of your lungs and began pulling, the scream that was building in your throat abruptly cutting off when the lung ripped free. You tasted copper and you couldn't breathe; your vision was rapidly darkening.

"Oh, come now, don't pass out on me just yet." The voice was distant, cold and disappointed. It was also the only warning you got before blinding pain lit up your every nerve-ending and you let out an unearthly scream that seemed to echo in the room. "There you go."

You gasped desperately for breath as the pain slowly began to subside, and you were almost too distracted to realize where his hands were now; almost. You stiffened at the press of fingers on your thighs, another choked sob slipping out. Your lung had already grown back and you took a deep breath to speak.

"Please. Please kill me," you begged.

He laughed cruelly, forcing your thighs further apart. "Why would I do that? You're so beautiful like this. Chest open, blood and tears all over, spread open for me..." His voice had taken on an almost desperate edge and you shuddered in revulsion.

You closed your eyes again as your breathing sped up. 'Please don't,' you thought. 'Please make it stop.' You gagged when something blunt and thick pressed against you, then everything went still. It was an unnatural stillness, accompanied by a preternatural silence interrupted only by your quick breathing, until someone suddenly spoke.

"Enough."

Your eyes snapped open at the deep voice that you did not recognize. The ceiling had been eclipsed by dark storm clouds that swallowed the bright fluorescent lights. It plunged the room into shadows, interspersed with flashes of lightning. The doctor that had been positioned between your legs was gone, as were all his tools, including the one keeping the cut on your chest open. Instead, there was a dark figure standing to the right of the table you were strapped to. You flinched when he moved, but he only unfastened the buckles of your restraints.

You eyed him warily, slowly sitting up when your hands were free; your wrists were bruised and bloody from your thrashing. Your thighs twitched with the urge to snap shut when his fingers brushed your ankle while he undid the restraints there too; as soon as you were free, you were curling up in an attempt to hide yourself. You weren't sure whether to thank him, or ask who he was. Your mouth opened, but it quickly shut with an audible click of teeth when he removed his coat and held it out to you. You hesitated only a moment, terrified he would snatch it back the moment you reached for it, before taking it and slipping it over your naked body.

"Thank you."

Your voice was quiet, rough and hoarse from your screams. You adjusted the coat to be tighter around you and were abruptly stunned by the scent that smacked you in the face. It was rich, ozone and thunderstorms, plus something you couldn't quite identify, though your mind whispered stars, as if they had a scent; it settled something inside you.

"Are you alright?"

His voice was as quiet as yours had been and you shuddered at how deep it was, curling further into his coat. You could still feel your own blood on your chest, could feel it sticking as it dried; you hoped none of it ended up on his coat.

"It's not the first time this has happened." Your eyes fell to the ground, your voice taking on a bitter tone. "It won't be the last." With your gaze on the ground, you missed the twitch and twist in his expression.

"This was not an ordinary nightmare."

It was not a question, but you shook your head and answered anyways. "Not a nightmare; a memory."

"How long has this plagued you?"

You looked up at him now, a frown marring your features. You felt your defensiveness rise up, but what you'd been about to say died in your throat when you met his eyes. Twin stars, burning, endlessly burning, stared out at you; you found yourself answering his question without thought and with complete honesty.

"130 years, give or take. 'Course, that's what happens when you spend well over a century held captive by a secret society hellbent on discovering your secret to immortality so that they may replicate it to 'better the world.' "

His expression darkened once more, but you did not find yourself afraid of him, even as the very shadows seemed to stretch out from him; something told you he wasn't angry with you.

"Who are you?" The words did not come out as demanding as you had meant them too, instead coming out more curious than anything. Though that was, perhaps, for the best. Just because he wasn't angry with you doesn't mean he couldn't be.

He eyed you as if debating whether or not he should answer your question. You shifted in your spot, a little uncomfortable with his intense gaze on you, as you waited; you could be patient, but the silence stretched on. Just as you were beginning to think he simply wouldn't answer, he spoke.

"I am Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares."

You stiffened once more, your grip on his cost tightening. An Endless. He was an Endless. "You... Fuck, you're an Endless. And not just any Endless. No, you just so happen to be the second most powerful Endless, and the King of Dreams and Nightmares. Wonderful."

Dream seemed startled by your knowledge of him. He stepped closer to you, his eyes narrowing. "You know of me?"

You snorted at the understatement, unable to help it. "Know of you? Just about everyone in the Supernatural Community knows of you, and your family, Lord Dream. Not everyone believes, of course, but I suppose you could call me a... special case. I've dealt with your family before. Plus, I believe you and I have a mutual friend: Hob Gadling."

Dream frowned. "What do you mean you've dealt with my family before? How do you know Hob?"

You shifted in place, tightening his coat around you once more. "Easy question first. I met Hob about 350 years ago, at that tavern that has since closed down. We spent most of the night drinking and talking. Actually, he spent the night talking about you, though he clearly had no idea who you were." You don't even try to hide fond smile on your face. "I knew right away that he wasn't normal, but it took him about 50 years to realize I wasn't human." You snorted, then startled when you realized there was the barest hint of a smile on his face. The tiny smile made his entire face seem to shift, becoming more open and inviting; it stole your breath.

"And how do you know of my family?"

The smile was wiped from your face as you abruptly tensed. You gave a heavy sigh, but were determined to be honest. "I've not met them all. I often speak with your older sister, Teleute, just about every time I see her. But I was originally introduced to your family when..." You trailed off, hesitating as one of your hands absentmindedly traced at your chest where you had been cut open. "Let's just say, I became intimately familiar with your younger sister's realm while I was held captive; I still keep in contact with her sometimes, though her twin is no longer welcome in my presence."

He raised an eyebrow at your vagueness. "You have something against Desire. What?"

You grit your teeth in remembrance. "That is extremely personal and I'd rather not discuss it. Let's just say I was foolish once and they took advantage, hm?" You can still remember their laughter, the look in their golden eyes when you had confronted them 130 years ago... No, you could not tell Dream that Desire was the reason you had been imprisoned, even if it had not been entirely intentional on their part; you still weren't convinced that it hadn't been.

His expression twisted, clearly irritated with the lack of a concrete answer, but, surprisingly, he did not push; perhaps he could tell how you would shatter if he did? He gazed at you for a silent moment before he spoke once more. "This nightmare won't trouble you any longer."

You blinked a few times, startled. You opened your mouth, planning on saying something, anything. Perhaps planning to ask if you heard him correctly, or maybe to ask him why he would bother, but his next words seemed to echo around the room and vibrate in your very bones.

"This dream is over."

---

You jerked awake in bed, sitting up and panting heavily. Your hand flew up to your chest, tracing the y-shaped scar that had rested there for over 200 years now; as your heartrate decreased, you took stock of the rest of yourself. Your hair was a tangled mess and you ran your fingers through it in a futile attempt to tame it. Your room was dark, though that was more due to your blackout curtains than it being late; the light peaking out underneath them and the clock on your bedside table told you that it was almost 1 o'clock in the afternoon. Hob would be expecting you at the New Inn soon.

You leveraged yourself out of bed, freezing the moment you looked down at yourself. You were still wearing your typical wine-colored tank top and black shorts that you always wore to bed, but over top them was a long black coat; the inner-lining was made of a veritable night sky. The end of your nightmare came back to you and you had to practice slow breaths so as not to hyperventilate; well, you had quite the story for Hob when you saw him at work... and Teleute the next time they saw each other too. Although... how were you supposed to return his coat?

#the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #mentioned Death of the Endless #mentioned Hob Gadling #mentioned Desire of the Endless #mentioned Despair of the Endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless x you #morpheus x you

[aio-rya]

Savanaclaw Kink Headcanons

「Requested by: Anon. The first one in the chain of Savanaclaw Week because I have like 5 requests in line for them!」

WARNING: NSFW content ahead. Suggestive/explicit content under the cut, minor aged users, do NOT interact please~

You’ve been warned.

Leona 🦁

・The Young Prince was not the one to worry about getting messy once in a while. In fact, he loved it, when things grew wilder than usual, when you were bold enough to tease him until he snapped and pinned you over a desk or against a wall, or when you begged him to use you as he pleased. Leona hated the idea of hurting you in any possible way, he treasured you, but when you offered your mouth to him, he could never refuse —the gagging sounds you let out and the sensation of your throat spasming around his shaft as you fought with your gag reflexes to avoid chocking on him as he fucked your mouth were priceless. Those are the moments when his lust takes the best of him.

・The needing of reproduction is natural in every human being, in his case, accentuated by the feelings he holds for you; this makes him highly sensitive to your hormones and not even those special potions can mask your scent from him. When the smell of your fertility reaches him, there's no force on earth able to stop him. He will undress you gently, caressing every inch of you, getting drunk in your smell, racking his fangs along your silky skin, leaving small bites and a trail of saliva from your neck to your thighs, and once he had tasted your sweet arousal, nothing will stop him from riding you as an animal in heath —because cats are in heath the whole year, in fact. He will rip your insides apart thrust by thrust until you're full of his seed. He's conscious it'll be useless due to Crewel's precautions, but it is worth the experience.

・He's a prince, and though he doesn't like the 'second' before his title, he loves when you call him that —'My King', 'My Prince', 'My Lord', 'Master'. Though he was not into power play at first, he took a like to the way you used to call him that unconsciously. And it was a pleasure for yourself to praise him. He can get a bit rough sometimes, but he knows your limit and he loves you enough to never push on it. He would return the praises sometimes by calling you his 'Good girl', 'Beautiful pet' or even 'Queen' and 'Princess'.

・You are well aware of his lazy habits, there are times when even in intimacy those habits make their appearance. He enjoys watching you begging for him but it will be no fun if you just got to make pleads with your words. He will start by telling you to convince him, then ordering you to kneel and show him how much you need him. He will watch as you try hard to get rid of shame to do as he asks and Leona will get drunk in the scene before him —with you pleasing yourself in front of his eyes to make him want you back. He want you since you came to him, of course, but he enjoys watching the way you twist in shame by his eyes devouring you as you masturbate by his command.

・Ah, but it can be mutual as well. Leona is a cat, a big, pampered cat; and even if the world sees him as a rough jealous Prince, you know he has a very soft side. A side that loves cuddling with you very often:when you're studying, when you're playing chess with him, when you go hunt him down to drag him back to Trein's... And when you're not successful, he pulls you between his arms and starts caressing you; sometikmes your hair, your cheeks, your forearms... But things get playful once in a while, by accident or on purpose, it will end with his hand inside your pants teasing your silky folds as you return the move by caressing his bulge, playing his shaft between your fingers as he buries his deep inside of you. It may end like that as a quickie, as a competition to see who makes the other reach the climax first or, if you have time, as a heated make up session.

・There's only one person able to make Leona focus on studying: you. Ruggie doesn't know how you do it, the only thing he knows is that once you're locked inside his room, he's able to make it past his written exams. That's for the best, truth to be told, since the only possible way of convincing him to get past those books is with you on his lap, trousers discarded and underwear pushed to the side, his fly open and his beautiful cock buried deep inside you. Of course none of you is allowed to move, otherwise he would be distracted and the whole strategy would become useless. The reward for him to overcome his assignments is not the cockwarming itself but the feeling of relief that comes after chasing his high with you on the same position.

・After care with him is a dream come true. He may give off this vive of a tough, mean person, a spoiled selfish Prince who cares about anything but his own needs. In fact, true, but nothing is far from reality when it comes to you —you mean the world to him, that's why he always checks on you while you're asleep, sometimes he dresses you with one of his shirts and fix the covers around your body, when you're still awake he prepares a bubble bath for you. When you have the chance to sleep in his room, he brings some small treats to bed before dinner or breakfast, if he manages to keep you 'hidden'.

Ruggie 🍂

・Quickies are more of an habit rather than a kink. He's always busy whether helping Leona with his never-ending tasks or trying to find some sma jobs around the campus to earn some Madols. But he never forgets about you, so he'd run to trap you between his arms and drag you to a near empty room. You wish those small moments could transform into longer ones instead, but even in those little times, he showers you in kisses and bite marks.

・Ruggie loves food above anything else but you. And combining both the things he loves the most is like being in heaven. So, when you bring melted chocolate, strawberries, whipped cream, even honey, he can't stop thinking of how delicious would it be to taste your skin with his tongue as he licks you clean. Sometimes he can share the fruits and sweets with you, feeding you with his mouth to end in a passionate, loving kiss.

・He has a thing for breaking the rules with you, not being completely mischievous but enough to make you blush uncontrollably by the way he speaks his plans to you. Though Ruggie is kind in heart and not a fan of being mean, less towards his SO, he is into the kind of dirty talk that makes you think how naughty your own ideas are. How naughty can your innocent and playful romantic attempts can be turned into the filthiest turn on for him. He enjoys whispering in your ear as he laughs and teases you with his hands, putting a spell on you with his words.

・Clothed sex and not because he's impatient or something like that. He finds you so cute he can't tear his eyes away from you; when you have the uniform still on, a bit dishevelled and wrinkled, as if you were ready to be taken by a storm. Teasing starts slowly until you see through his true intentions, that's when you play your move and allow him to enter deep inside of you without taking a single garment off. The bonus is when the clothes you are wearing are not yours but his~

・Ruggie is very soft. Life has been hard on him in more than one way so he's glad to have you there to comfort him. Praise is more of a way to sooth him, to remind him of your love. Not only about the way he moves to please you, talk to him about how an amazing lover he is, attentive, careful. Even though he's playful, remind him how tender and kind he is. Pour your heart in your words and show him your adoration with your body.

・He has something for your thighs. Whenever he has the chance, he loves laying on your lap as you caress his hair or massage his ears, he finds them soft enough to bite —an impulse he fights every time you make him lay down on you. But every time he has the opportunity, he will worship them in more than one way. Starting by caressing your flesh tenderly until you drop your guard, the he will spread your legs open and squeeze your soft skin between his fingers while trailing a path of kisses on both inner sides. He will proceed to eat you up while biting your thighs between your spasms, letting you squeeze his head when you reach the climax, being the best experience of the whole thing.

Jack 🐺

・The fact of him denying he likes the pet names you use on him makes the experience way more interesting. When you praise him with such loving words, his beautifully tanned skin flushes and his cheeks start burning; you keep on with the teasing until his tail is wagging uncontrollably and his legs are pressed together to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

・He's sensitive to the sound, perhaps a light bit more than Leona. When it is about his SO, he's even more sensitive —if you're close and you laugh, cough, sneeze, shout or sob, he can hear you, sense the change in your scent according to your current feelings. That's why, when he walks by your bedroom and smells the remnants of your late-night thirsts, he gets the urge of taking you right there, to mark your sheets with the smell of both your arousal so every single person who gets close enough can smell who you belong to.

・Wolves are nothing but fluffy, big wild dogs. And dogs must be collared to avoid them running making disaster; this game between you started as a joke when you wrapped the uniform tie around his neck and pulled him closer to you to kiss him. It evolved as you now use that tie to collar Jack and hold his face close to your chest as you ride him hard and steady, or to guide him between your legs and avoid him pulling away. He likes being submissive when he's already drowning in desire.

・Surprisingly for you, when Jack overcomes his shyness, his darkest desires can take the best of him. Impact play is something you once tried as an accidental consequence of you being a brat to him in front of the Braincell Duo. From then on, you'll tease him with all your might until he finally loses his composure; there won't be a second warning, once his ears twitch in annoyance and he drags you away from the crowd, you'll immediately know what he's up to.

#ツイステ #ツイステッドフンダラーンド #twst #twisted wonderland #サバナクロー寮 #savannaclaw #twst leona #leona kingscholar #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi #twst jack #jack howl

[headstrongblake]

the first few days felt crucial to stay with grant. no matter what had happened between the two of them recently, she would never wish him dead. she couldn't. hunter had shown her which wounds were important to watch, and how to help change the dressing because at the time...grant had barely been conscious. but once it felt safe to leave grant alone in his apartment, octavia retreated back to hers in desperate need of new clothes and some essentials. she waited until the middle of the day, hoping bellamy was anywhere but their apartment however, as she walked the lengthy hallway...she forgot to account for nick. bellamy too loud in her mind as he continued to blow up her phone.

emerald hues locked with nick's as he came out of the apartment just down from hers, teeth tugging at her bottom lip, waiting for his reaction. he looked like hell. like he's spent the past few days wallowing in all the dark emotions that gloss his gaze.

after sunday night, octavia's one of the last people nicklas wants to see. not the last...but she's pretty fuckin' close. so when he notices her just by her apartment, no doubt trying to sneak in while blake is not there, half of him screams to turn right around. go back inside. let her do her thing and not engage because despite what she's done, she's still the little kid he's taken care of. but he's been listening less and less to that side lately. instead, nicklas shakes his head, heading down the hallway, but paying octavia no attention.

as nicklas comes near her, all octavia can smell is whiskey. whiskey and stale cigarettes that make her head swim. he doesn't look at her. doesn't speak to her. he doesn't even acknowledge that she's there, sparking annoyance in her gaze. how dare he be mad at her. she is not the one who did anything wrong. if anything, she's the only one, save hunter, out of those men that did anything right. but when he goes to walk past her, octavia's hand darts out to stop him. " what? you're just going to pretend i don't exist? "

every muscle in nick's body tenses as octavia wraps her hand around his arm, but he makes no attempt to pull from her. his head shakes, eyes still forward. " yeah, i'm tryin', wanna help me out with that? " he asked dryly, his free hand plucking her fingers off his jacket before he readjusted himself.

" so it's like that? " she asked, head tilting with an exasperated look on her face. blue eyes snapped toward her, glaring down at her. " yeah, it's like that, octavia. " nick said harshly.

" let me get this straight, you abandon your brother, no, sorry you beat the living hell out of him, let my brother nearly kill him, your supposed friend....i save him from dying so that you don't spend the rest of your life with his blood on your hands and what? that hurt your feelings? pissed you off a bit, made you feel bad about yourself and so you're done with me? " octavia scoffed, shoving her key in the lock before throwing open the door. " screw you, nick. " she tossed over her shoulder.

each response sits on the tip of his tongue, waiting to strike as she tries to cut him with every word she spits. it's only the comment about grant being his brother that he sinks his teeth into. unwilling now to leave the conversation be as he followed into the blake apartment right on her heels. " that's your problem right there! you just say shit without having a fucking clue what you're talking about. just act when no one asks you to. how about you stop tryin' to fix everybody else's shit and you start fixing yours? the trainwreck is going to sit here and judge me? you don't know shit about me and him. " nicklas ranted, following her every step of the way while she refused to stop moving, and packing, irritating him further.

" oh please, " octavia laughed stiffly, " don't, don't try and tell me i don't see what i see. " octavia said, shoving more clothes into a bag of hers. nick could lie to a lot of people. he did as far as she was aware, and much like grant, he didn't talk about his life before this place. but while nick might have constantly been watching them all while he served drinks behind the comfort of his bar, octavia was watching him. had been since he swooped in like some hero out of one of bell's books. he might've got on her nerves and pushed all the worst trigger points but...it was only because she had missed her own brother so deeply. she's been watching him with hopeful eyes since he became her brother.

green eyes watched nicklas try to deny it, could see the anger and hurt that warred with each other in his eyes before octavia bent down, looking for something beneath her bed. " what're you doing? " nick asked, head shaking as he watched her.

as octavia stood up and turned towards nicklas, she held up a sketchbook from the dollar store, " lie to me all you want, lie to yourself, but i know you care about him. you care about all of us. " she said, opening the book wide as she set it on her bed. inside were dozens of photos in different media. some printed photos, some polaroids. octavia had meant to get a proper album for them all. to sort through them properly instead of having a few sketchbooks beneath her bed but, it worked. she flipped through a few pages until finally she came across the one she was searching for. her finger pointed to the photo of grant and nicklas' side profiles. grant sitting at the bar top while nicklas was in mid-pour of a drink. it's simple. ordinary. but they both have genuine smiles and when octavia looks at the photo, she can hear nick's laugh.

nicklas reached forward to take the book from her but instead she laid it out on her bed, his mouth snapping shut. eyes widened as octavia flipped through the book, feet slowly taking steps forward as he peered over her shoulder. her life was inside this book. everyone. sure, he knew that she was always snapping photos but this...he squinted to look at them as they passed quickly. although, his mouth instantly ran dry as she pointed out the photo of him and grant. instead of arguments, and rebuttals, nicklas fell quiet, studying the photo.

" you may hate him right now...but, " octavia shrugged as she pulled her backpack on, leaving the sketchbook exposed on the bed. " you know what they say about that, such a thin line between love and hate, " she said, staring at the way nicklas moved towards the album, finger reaching out to trace the image. if anyone understood that, especially with grant, it was her. nicklas couldn't lie to her, because she knew what that look in his eye meant. he loved grant, so much that the love itself and all the choices grant makes hurt. " you all are wrong. now fix it. " with that, octavia left nicklas alone in her room.

/ @thewholecrew

#you know they were misleading #when they first talked about this drabble they said it was going to be their apology drabble #they fucking lied #relationship ; nicklas & octavia. headstrongblake #pv. all american #thewholecrew

[99zmist]

12:20 — hwang hyunjin.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: high school au - hurt/comfort, fluff

warning: mentions of mild injury (bruises, slight blood)

wc: 1.04k

( note. ) — wrote this under an hour on a whim, lol. based from a prompt i saw on google images while i was looking for a good dialogue prompt HAHA anyways i hope you like this! kinda simple, but it made me really happy :) as always, this is dedicated to @neo-shitty since she's always the first one to read my unedited, beta version fics. mwah ♡

hyunjin rushes up the staircase leading to the rooftop the moment he heard from jisung what happened. he has never bolted out of the classroom so fast in his life—heart pounding in his chest as his legs refused to give in, adrenaline pumping his veins. upon reaching the door that separated the inside of the school and the rooftop, he sees it slightly opened. when he peeks his head in, a sense of relief washes over him the moment he sees you sitting on the bench, your back facing the direction to where he stood.

he quietly makes his way to you, but loud enough to let you know that someone was there. upon hearing footsteps approaching, you turn around, eyes widening slightly before looking away—obviously refusing to meet his gaze.

hyunjin purses his lips a bit, eyebrows furrowing as he now stands in front of you. you put your head down, making him crouch on his knees, looking straight at you.

“y/n,” he says. “look at me.”

“i'm fine.” you mumble, still refusing to look back at him as you kept your eyes shut as if you were some child scared of a possible scolding.

he sighs. “i said look at me.” despite the frustrated look on his face, the tone on his voice didn't hint at any annoyance. he was just there, a gentle hand placed on top of your knee while he tried to get a good look on your face.

after a few moments, you finally open your eyes and raise your head a bit. from where you sat, you could see hyunjin's evident frown as he noticed a small purple bruise slowly forming on the side of your mouth and a cut up bottom lip.

he stands up and moves forward, the proximity close enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. you almost wanted to look away again, but the intensity of his gaze made it impossible.

hyunjin gently holds your face with his two fingers, tilting your chin up to get a better look. you shy away from him, but he stills you in place. he feels his stomach churn as he stares at the evidence of the fight.

slowly, but delicately, he brushes away a streak of blood from the side of your mouth with his thumb, saying nothing as he continues to examine it.

after a brief pause, your heart skips a nervous beat as the boy looks at you dead in the eyes. his voice is quiet and tense, and despite knowing that he's not one to get pissed off easily, this time, his anger was barely restrained.

“who did this to you?”

“hyunjin,” you swallow tightly. “it doesn't matter now. it's fine.”

he shakes his head. his stubbornness made you sigh, before you wrap your hand around his wrist gently, in an attempt to pull him away.

“i told you, it's fine. it's just a small bruise,” you reassure. hyunjin raises an eyebrow. “and… a cut up lip too, but i swear, i'm okay. this won't kill me, you know.”

hyunjin finally drops his hand, before sitting down on the space beside you. he still keeps his gaze on you, making you slightly conscious as you shift on your seat and frown.

“did you start the fight?” he asks, making you pause a bit. your hesitation makes him chuckle slightly, shaking his head as he lets out a small laugh. “hah. i guess you're the one i should be scolding, then.”

you grumble, rolling your eyes. “they were pissing me off. they can't leave the poor sophomore kid alone.”

he smiles softly. he has always adored your kindness and need to protect—he just didn't like that you get hurt every time you do so. this wouldn't be the first time you got into a fight with the bullies around, but it was the first he's seen you bruised, so he was worried the moment he laid his eyes on you earlier. a few more reprimand slips and you'd be sent to 2 weeks suspension if you weren't careful.

“you shouldn't be going around beating everyone up, y'know,” hyunjin says. “i can't keep bailing you out of detention or minimizing your reprimand slips just because i'm from the council.”

“i don't ask you to, hyunjin.”

he shrugs, “you mean a lot to me, dummy. i'd do it even if you don't ask me to,” he grins, and it was the way blood immediately rushes to your face as your heart starts to flutter. he seemed to be oblivious of the blush on your cheeks though, before standing up and reaching out a hand to hold. “just keep it at a minimum. just don't go around punching everyone who ticks you off.”

this time, a laugh escapes your lips, but you are quick to shut your mouth when you feel the cut on your bottom lip sting, followed by the numbing of your jaw.

hyunjin shakes his head, the bright smile never leaving his face before ushering you to take his hand.

“lunch time will be over soon. let's get you cleaned up at the clinic first.”

you try to ignore the loud hammering in your chest as you reach out to him. your hand envelopes around his gently, as if two puzzle pieces finally finding each other.

hyunjin holds your hand as he leads you back inside the school, humming a soft tune underneath his breath that somehow makes your tense muscles relax. it was the first time you found yourself nervous around him after spending a couple of months with him and the rest of the group. between the two of you, he was more likely to jumble his words or be reluctant, with you being more loud. during conversations, you'd be the one rambling on, talking about things that either made you happy or annoyed.

his presence never made you falter or shy, but this encounter shifted everything from your perspective.

if this is what liking someone feels like, you wouldn't mind giving it a try.

— © 99zmist.

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[pinkachire]

╰┈➤ ❝ [intoxicated]

ran haitani x reader

synopsis: your boyfriend drove home and you're all drunk, making you needy for him, but ran tries his best to compose himself because you're drunk and he doesn't want to take advantage of you, so he handles you the next morning.

cw: overstimulation. drunk reader. needy something idk. a lot of praise. omg ran's big monster boner /hj

Ran opened the door to your shared room as he was carrying you in his arms, and you were half-conscious since you drank almost five bottles of beer a while ago.

He placed you on the bed as you impulsively turned around and your tight body con dress slid up to your thighs, Ran had to breathe in as he just decided to grab some towels inside the bathroom.

"Babe." He called as he returned from the bathroom with a bowl of water and a towel.

"Hmm?" You hummed groggily as you pulled him by his chest, and his eyes widened as he was taken aback.

"You're drunk." Ran said as he lifted you to sit up and wiped at least just your face to your chest.

"Ran~" You grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you.

Your boyfriend gulped as he avoided your seducing begging look in your eyes, and he had to remember that you're drunk.

"It's so hot..." You whispered in his ear as you attempted to pull his necktie and cling your body into him, and you lowered your dress strap.

Ran just grabbed your wrist and stopped you, then cleaned you up after that. Minutes have passed and he was also done cleaning up, so he just laid down at the bed beside you.

He turned to his side and looked at you, and your hands were desperately clinging into his shirt, your mouth whispering such words to him, and he was utterly trying to stabilize himself.

"Please... it's so hot, z'need you..." You whispered as you inched closer to him, and your neck and chest were all exposed to him due to your dress strap sliding down to your shoulders.

"Fuck, I'll handle you tomorrow, just you wait." Ran sternly whispered.

And there, you soon fell asleep while Ran slept with an aching boner.

Morning came easy, and your eyes opened groggily, you felt hot, all areas of your body were heated, particularly the area between your legs, and you can't recall what had happened last night.

You looked at your side and saw Ran awake, he was using his phone while leaning at the headboard.

"B-Babe, what happened last night?" You meekly asked as a blush crept in your face, thinking of many embarrassing things you probably say or did while you were drunk.

Ran only chuckled and smirked then looked at you, "It's funny to think how you're so different from yesterday compared to now."

"What do you mean—?" Your words were cut off as he went closer to you, and he was now on top of you as both of his hands were on either side of his head.

"R-Ran—" You whimpered as your heart beats rapidly.

"What happened to the feisty acts you did last night, not so brave now, are we?" He whispered in your ear while he was pulling down his necktie with his other hand.

You rubbed your thighs together as your eyes widened, and you now remembered the things that you said, not that you were complaining though.

Ran didn't waste any time kissing your neck and leaving purple marks all over it; each kiss felt heavy, and as his lips collided with yours, you whimpered as his knees opened your legs and he rubbed your clothed pussy with his other free hand.

He pulled out from the kiss and looked at your flustered face, and it was exactly the same as last night, your seducing begging look just screaming to be pounded into oblivion, while his eyes screamed need, desperate, and hunger, all of which indicated that he was holding himself back last night.

"My pretty girl." Ran said as he caressed your cheeks while he was rubbing your soaked entrance and whispering praise words in your ear.

His fingers entered your hole and you whimpered in response, your hands wrapped around his neck and you moaned in his ears, it riles him up more which made him curl his fingers inside you and just ram it, but he has to remember he has to go gentle on you for now.

"Doing so good for me, baby." He chuckled as his fingers scissored inside you, and you forced your legs to open wider for more access, he finds it amusing how you're still so desperate for him even if you're sober.

His thumb went to rub on your clit and it was enough to send you butterflies in your stomach, you bit your lips to block more filthy sounds escaping your mouth, but Ran pulled your lower lip down with his other thumb.

"Let me hear those sounds." He said as his fingers quickly fucked you, and you felt coming already as you grabbed his shoulders and tug them.

"Fuck— come for me." Ran sighed in pleasure as you came in his fingers and you quivered as you cling more to him while whines escaped your mouth.

"Good girl, that's my good girl." He praised as he placed kisses on your face while calming your trembling body, all so sensitive for his touch.

"You can take more of me, hm?" Ran said as he took his cock out which was terribly aching since last night.

He positioned his tip in your hole and he can feel your cunt desperately sucking him in, both of his hands pin down your wrists, and you cocked your head to the side to avoid his gaze, brows furrowed up and eyes going teary as your lips were quivering.

"Look at me, darling." Ran whispered as he leaned his face closer to you and placed his lips on yours.

He slowly pushed his cock into you which made you whimper, but he soothes the pain by kissing you while slowly entering you.

"Hah~ Y-You can move now... please." You gasped as he soon fully entered you, and he stopped for a while to give you time to adjust to his size, and your walls were uncontrollably clenching around him.

"Fuck." Ran grunted from your begging, and he slowly moves his hips at a slow pace while savoring the time to fuck you, and he was gently thrusting into you, keeping his promise that he'll take care and be gentle to you, even if he wants to fuck and pound you like there's no tomorrow.

"Ngh... more please... need more..." You whimpered in his ear as he pushed his hips a little harsh than before, and you gasped in response, he dropped on his forearms as he placed hair strands behind your ear and kisses you hungrily, his tongue fucked yours and almost exploring the insides of your mouth while he was slowly thrusting in you.

Feeling you're near easily, you tugged him by his shoulders as you pushed your hips more into him, the sight of you wanting more, spasming around his firm cock made him lost in bliss, and he moaned as he felt his cock wanting yours and yours for more.

"R-Ran..." You whined as you felt your near, and his fingers flew to your clit and rubbed it that making liquids gush out of you while his cock is still thrusting in and out of you.

"Come, baby, make a mess." He groaned as you came on his cock, but he didn't stop, and he was planning on overstimulating you.

"M-More please I love you..." You said in a whiny and breathy voice, and it made him chuckle in surprise, it's what he was planning anyway.

"I love you too, baby." Ran positioned his tip on your entrance and entered you again, your pussy sucking his cock in deliberately while your nails claw on his back.

Gentle isn't on his vocabulary now.

"R-Ran..." You bit your lips as you noticed his pace going rough, it felt unreal how he can go soft and gentle with you then rough in just minutes.

"Hah~!" You moaned freely as he pushed his hips deeper into you quickly, you felt his pelvic bone grinding against your clit and it has you throwing your head back with your eyes rolling back to your head in pleasure.

After minutes, you came again, your cunt messily squirting out liquids on his cock, clinging into him mindlessly as he also made you intoxicated with just his cock, all so addicting.

"Fuck, such a good girl, I love you." He said as he placed his forearms on either side of your head and kisses your forehead while you were still messily squirting around his cock, and your body trembling at every touch and praise he gives you.

"My good pretty girl, there we go." Ran smiled as he guides you through your coming, his fingers rubbing your clit while his tip teasingly rubbing your hole while liquids gushed out, the bedsheet under you all soaked.

Ran leaned into you and kissed you passionately as he also came, and he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with you.

"Ran..." You called in a needy voice, his ears perked up and hummed in response.

"More... please?" You stared at him with teary wide doe eyes, and he smiled at you.

Oh how he turned his girlfriend all intoxicated, not by the alcohol, but by his cock.

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[spikesbimbo]

-Giving head for the first time

-Sakusa, Atsumu, Hirugami, Boktuo

a/n: this was inspired by me thinking about being the first person omi gives head to </3 

first post of the year!

18+ Minors DNI

-Kiyoomi Sakusa 

Again, give and take.

This isn't the first time hes seen your bare cunt, exposed to the world, him being in it and making a mess multiple times.

You assured him that he didn't have to go down on you due to his “predicament”.

 You said that just touching and kissing him was enough, and you were right, everytime leaving you soaked.

But he insisted, it internally hurting his pride of whether he could get you off, and also believing that's what a good boyfriend should do. Bless his heart 

You returned the thought, wanting to suck him off, but he declined saying maybe later.

You eventually did before him, now wanting to get you off even more because of the guilt that you've given him head but not the opposite.

-

“Yoomi'' you whined as he opened your legs, him facing you needy cunt. You've never been so shy in your life, him staring at it for what felt like forever, not moving an inch.

“Baby” you started, uncovering your eyes with your hands and moving them down to his head. “You don't have too” you softly continued, gently stroking his cheek with your fingers getting tangled in his locks. 

This isn't just his first time with you, it's his first time with anybody. Yes he was confident in everything he did, but that was because he had practiced before. And also he wanted to do good for you, worrying if he was going to be good enough even though he would never admit that outloud. 

But you already knew, making your heart flutter that he would go to such lengths for you, getting you even wetter without him touching you. 

He moves his head closer to your entrance, slowly taking your hands off his face and putting them in his hair, gently grabbing it. He started kissing around it, natural instincts coming into play, gripping your legs.

You let out a whimper as he bit the sensitive area around your thighs, he looked up to make out if that was a good or bad one, quickly seeing your head roll back with your eyes, instilling confidence in him.

“Fuck yoomi, please” You moaned shoving your greedy cunt into his face. He usually wouldn't tolerate this attitude, but seeing as he's doing this for you, he lets it slide and at last connects his lips to your swollen clit. 

He works his tongue making you let out a string of cries and whines getting him painfully hard. As much and he wanted to make himself feel good, he reminded himself that this was all for you and him now , putting all of his work into both of his hands and mouth.

He continued flicking his tongue making you arch your back, now roughly grabbing his hair, not letting him up, getting lost in your own world, feeling prideful that he could make you feel this good.

He was in his own world too right now, not even worrying about the mess he was in, even admiring it. “Fuck doll” he groaned, his face still buried deep in your cunt, your movement getting eratic, letting him know you were close.

“I-im gonna cum- yoomi… please!” You begged, feeling like you were about to tip over and the only thing keeping you stable was his touch.

“Cum for me.” he muttered, taking his lips slightly off enough to reposition them, placing them in the spot he knew you loved.

“Fuck” you cried gripping onto hair even stonger making you see white while cumming all over him, drowning him in more of a mess. 

Coming back to reality, realizing what you've done, now hiding your face again. You knew he wasn't mad at you, and he was trying his hardest not to care about being soaked in your cum.

“I love you” he commented, already proving it but reminding you in a different form.

“I know” you giggled, feeling his cock, still stunningly hard. “lemme take care of you now?” 

-Atsumu Miya

Boy is needy asf

But you're his shy little virgin gf, which he respects, even though he's been daydreaming about him in between your legs.

So one day you finally get there after kissing for what seems like hours.

He makes you look him in the eyes, making sure you're actually okay with this, and not just going along with it because you don't want him to get upset.

 He loves, and I mean loves, watching you squirm and cry out because of him.

It makes his ego rise causing him to be more cocky, shoving his face back into you like he would die if he didn't get a taste.

When you finally cum for the nth time while he's eating you out he's puts that to rest, then fingers you till you pass out, crying out his name, saying that you can't take it anymore even though you could

What a good boyfriend < 3

-

“Tsum- ahh” you moaned sitting on his lap, grinding on his erection, making your pussy wetter than you've ever got it before.

“You gonna let me take care of you?”  he kissed into your skin making you let out another whine.

“Hmm baby?” he grinned seeing you in such an already fucked out state with him barely even touching you. “Cmere doll.” he said flipping you over so that you were now on your back and he was above you.

“Dont hide that pretty face, lemme see you.” he gently said, not wanting to overstress you, wanting to put all his energy into taking care of you. “Good girl.” he praised after you shyly removed your hands, now just laying there.

“You sure u want this baby?” he asked, looking you deeply in your eyes, stroking your cheek with one of his hands. “….y-yeah” you replied, grabbing him by the shoulder dragging him in for another kiss.

“Needy little thing” he muttered, dragging his fingers across your oh so wet panties. “I should just give you my dick huh, you'd like that baby wouldn't you?” he teased dragging them off finally seeing your pretty little pussy for himself. 

“Just playing baby.” he said, moving his head down to be face to face with your cunt. “wouldn't wanna break ya.”  

“Tsumie please” you could only moan at the thought of being stuffed full, feeling his breath on you, increasing the wetness between your legs.

“There she is! My pretty girl at last opening up...You wanna tell me what you want princess?” he teased again.

“Y-you-”

“Hmm can't hear you” he said cutting you off, his lips now hovering over your clit.

“Y-our mou-th” you finally got out, feeling more embarrassed than ever to admitting what you desperately wanted. You were by no means a “good girl”. But you kept yourself closed off, not wanting a hit and run relationship, but the way you acted when you were needy was a whole different story, that he loved to pull out of you.

“Yes maam.” he uttered as he started kissing on it, it all being a foreign feeling to you, you never making yourself feel this good. 

He increased his pace going between sucking on your clit and licking it all up, leaving you a mess before his eyes, he was blessed. The fact he had someone as sweet and beautiful as you in his life made him want to worship the ground you walked on, devoting all his pleasure to you. 

He went back at it making you cum for the 3rd time, feeling pride that he got you off this easily, but not letting it get to his head, just yet.

“Ahhh!” you squealed feeling his finger suddenly inside you. “Shh relax baby” he said, to which you listened, letting him at last thrust his fingers inside of you. “Dont that feel good?”  

“Y-yeah f-fuck.” you moaned, not even trying to hold it back anymore. The pleasure of his mouth and fingers pushing you into your 4th orgasm today. 

You grabbed his wrist wanting the attention on you right now and not your throbbing cunt even though you loved the feeling and didn't want it to stop. He turned his head to see your pretty face once again, already reading your mind, locking eyes for what seems like forever, eventually smirking along with you, grabbing you back up in his arms saying “Oh were not even close to done baby.” 

  -Sachiro Hirugami

You had a bad day : (

So when you come home and immediately clinging to your boyfriend, he knows just what to do to cheer you up.

You haven't been dating for that long, only a few months, but he could tell by the way you greedily kissed him that you wanted more.

He grabs your lower back as you snuggle into him, letting you complain about your day, talking his ears off, listening as he should.

But what he starts to do, slowly sliding his hands down your shorts, making you go wide eyed then falling into his touch making you let out a few held back moans.

BUT HERE'S THE THING

He lets you rant about your day while you ride his face.

True love< 3

-

“Gamiii” you whined completely, losing focus. The tv in the background being muted in your mind, the only sense you're feeling right now is his touch.

“Hold on honey” he softly laughed repositioning you in his lap, you not being shy at all, being so needy for him with a pout adorning your face. He continued to listen about you rant about your day while kissing your neck every so often, hands gently but firmly holding onto your sides.

You stopped for a second, his hand getting extra close to your ass, did he mean it? You don't know, but what you did know was that it gave you butterflies, in your heart and pussy.

You moaned into his neck again, this time accompanied by your hips swinging back and forth, taking out your stress on your poor boyfriend, not that he minded. You could use him in any way you wanted. He just lived to please you.

“I got an idea love.” he said, taking your hand into his, playing with your fingers.

He laid down on the couch, you still in his lap, just moving you slightly with your hands now resting on his chest. He took your hand in his again pulling you towards his face, to your confusion. 

“If you wanted to kiss then we could have done it sitting.” you thought, missing the feeling in his lap. But before you could pout any longer he dragged you on even further, you mind guessing what was happening but your conscious not wanting to admit it.

You immediately got flustered, the fact that he was wanting you, to sit on his face, made your cheeks burn.

“A-are you sure” you mumbled out, feeling him grow in anticipation. “Yeah baby. If i wasn't thinking about it ever since you came home i wouldn't have”   

“Thinking… about me. Really?” you shyly confessed. “Of course love.” he said, sliding your shorts off along with your panites, wanting to taste you for so long. “All I do at work is think about you, wanting to touch you, feel you, kiss you.”

He finally got you to hover over his face, being nervous about the whole thing, wondering if he could handle your weight. But he assured you by pulling you down onto his lips, immediately sucking on your neglected clit. 

“nghh” you instantly moaned, trying to be more quiet, leaning back onto his waist, your hands supporting you there.

“No keep talking, lemme know what went wrong with your day angel.” he said putting you back onto his face.

“W-well, ahh, my bos-s made me-nggh, re-edo the who-le project… by mysel-lf” you got out, a few moans escaping here and there.

“By yourself?” he sated giving you a break. “Oh no baby.” he genuinely said, wrapping his lips around it once again. He was working magic beneath you making you feel weightless, taking the stress out of your body, making you feel oh so good.

“You're so lucky you've got a man like me huh?” he cooed, you feeling the smirk he had in between your legs. 

“Yeah,” you stated, voice shaky, not one trace of a lie being hidden. “yeah i am.”

-Kotaro Bokuto

Virgin!Bo!!! 

Baby boy is so nervous, never doing this before in his life, only using his fist and incredibly active mind.

But it's okay you’ll guide him through it, like to good gf you are.

He loves- no needs praise.

Moan out how good he's doing while grabbing his hair

That'll set something off in him, turning him into a whole different man between your legs

Making him grab and suck the life out of you, leaving tons of hickies and marks on your thighs

Good luck getting away from it once you've started it

-

“Am I doing it good?” he asked, voice muffled by your pussy, sitting on the floor between your legs as you rested on the bed.

“Yeah. fuck baby. You're doing so good, being such a good boy.” You praised not lying once. Fuck he was good. After all that time building up to this, him shying away because he was scared, not wanting to disappoint you.  

He looked up at you for approval; noticing this you let yourself go, not holding back any moans or sounds that wanted to escape your body, wanting him to know that he was doing such a good job. The bite marks, bruises and hickeys, along with your dripping wet cunt, being visible proof.

“fuck y/n” he groaned, being in distress, not knowing what to do, whether to take care of his hard cock or keep all his attention on you. 

He chose the latter, wanting to be your good boy, loving how hard you pulled his hair, and moaned his name. 

He continued making you cum another time before completely pausing himself, realizing what he'd just done.

“Hmm, what wrong baby?” you quickly said noticing his state, not caring about the pleasure anymore, just waiting to make sure your boyfriend was okay.

He didn't say anything but you noticed the blush on his cheeks, and the ruffled look on his face. Your eyes scanned down until you saw what the problem was.

“Aww baby, did you cum? Because of me!? How cute.” you giggled taking him his large frame into your arms, him letting you not waiting to be seen right now. It made your heart race that he go this worked up over you, the fact that calling hi a good boy sent him over the edge.

He was so embarrassed, wanting to hide in your chest forever, hoping that this was just a dream and not real. “Ko- look at me.” you said pulling dragging him out of your chest, him missing the warm comforting feeling of your boobs.

“Don't be embarrassed, that was hot.” you said assuring him that it was in fact not something to be ashamed of but instead embrace.

“C'mere “ you said, jestering him to sit on the bed, already getting on your knees. “Lemme show you how hot that was.”

© all content belongs to spikesbimbo. do not alter or repost .

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[youbloodymadgenius]

Crashing Waves (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry to @waiting4inspiration's 9K Multiple of 3 Challenge 🌺 Congrats again, love!

Prompt 16: Something red / High heels / A quiet place

@geekandbooknerd - thank you, darling, you're a wonderful beta 💖

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Bringing Ivar back to the place - Ragnar's hunting cabin - of his greatest failure seems pretty bold. Yet you are sure of your plan. It will work. And you will prove him wrong.

Warnings: smut; use of a cock ring; mention of Ivar's insecurities; no real plot.

Words: 2881

Sitting on the bed, Ivar swallows loudly, digging fingernails into his palms. "Why did you bring me here, Y/N? What are we doing here?" You watch the muscles in his jaw clenching and flexing as he grinds his teeth. You know he's trying very hard to control his anger.

Taking two steps towards him, you cup his face, "This is a quiet place," lean forward and your mouth grazes his cheek and then his earlobe. "You know how much I love quiet places."

"You love quiet places? Are you fucking kidding me??" Seething with anger, he gives you dagger eyes. "Of all the possible places, you really had to choose this one? This fucking cabin? You fucking know this is not just any quiet place."

Kneeling down in front of him – a task nearly impossible with your six-inch stilettos – you place your hands on the bed, on either side of his hips. Reaching up, your thumb strokes his cheekbone, your face peering up at him. "I know, my love."

Of course, you do.

You know exactly what Ragnar's hunting cabin means to your lover. You know what happened here – or rather what didn't. You know about his failure. You know everything because one night he told you, between sobs, and after way too much Akvavit. And that's exactly why you're here tonight.

"Why, then?" His knuckles white, he asks through clenched teeth, averting his gaze.

"Because," things are clear to you, so you don't hesitate, "it's time to start making some new memories, my love." Your right hand grabs his left and you intertwine his fingers with yours. "And because it's time I prove you wrong."

Ivar ducks his head down, unable to look you in the eye. His voice barely a whisper, you realize he is shaking. "I… You know I…", he releases a shuddering breath, his gaze finding yours, "I can't…"

The sharpness in his voice is gone, replaced by… despair… And the way he looks at you… Gods… His wide eyes are filled with fear, confusion and… tears? It's almost enough to persuade you to back off.

But no. You won't.

"I don't know that, my love. I only know what you told me." Carefully placing your hands on his thighs, you tilt your head to the side. There are a thousand questions in his eyes and he seems hurt, and self-conscious. Oh no, you won't allow him to go down this path. "Listen to me. I was not lying, Ivar – I never lied to you – with your dexterous fingers and your skilled tongue, you can pleasure a woman. You pleasure me each and every time, never doubt that. But I want more. For you more than for me."

"But… what…" He wraps his fingers around your right hand, squeezing it so tight it hurts, but you don't complain, not when you can almost feel the panic coursing through his veins, so you just keep looking at him, with a smile on your lips and love in your eyes. "What if it doesn't work? What if… I can't get it up long enough like… like with… with Margrethe…"

"Oh Ivar, stop dwelling on this old story, will you? You were so young, my love, still a boy. And she was just a girl. A girl you didn't have feelings for. A girl who didn't love you." Gently grabbing his chin, you bring his mouth to yours for a soft, light kiss. "I am in love with you, Ivar. And I know you're in love with me. That, my love, makes a huge difference. Plus, you're no longer a boy… And, as for myself, tell me the truth, my love… " You stand up and then slowly take off your long, black trench coat. "Do I look like a girl?"

The second Ivar sees what's under the coat, his mouth falls open. Gaping and gawking, he's literally gobsmacked. If you're being honest, that's what you were aiming for when you chose that red dress. Red is his favorite color and well, the dress fits like a glove and shows off every curve you've got. As he stares at you, his eyes wide open, you're pleasantly surprised to see more lust than fear, or worry, or anger in his gaze.

"So, do I look like a girl?" You ask once again, flashing him a cheeky smile while making your way between his thighs. Your hand grazes his crotch, but Ivar doesn't seem to notice, too entranced – mesmerized – by the sight in front of him.

"No," Ivar shakes his head and clears his throat but his voice is still hoarse when he speaks again, "No, you look like a fucking goddess."

"Then, you should help your goddess with the zipper." You pull away just enough to turn around and the next moment Ivar's hands are on you, roaming over your waist and back. He slowly unzips your dress, then slides his hands over your shoulders and down your arms to remove it. "Fuck!" Ivar gasps as your dress falls to the floor, and you can hear him swallowing. "You're… you're naked."

"That I am." You turn your head just in time to see him licking his lips. His nostrils are flaring, his pupils are dilated, and the bulge in his pant is unmistakable. Good.

"Take off your clothes and then scoot over and lie down." You order, stepping out of your dress but keeping your stilettos on. Ivar barely nods, but starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Crossing the room completely naked, you can feel his intense gaze on you and as you bend down to pick up your purse, your butt on display, he makes a sound, a cross between a whimper and a groan. "Gods, woman!" He whines when you slowly come back, swaying your hips, your hand grazing his feet before putting your purse right next to him and dimming the lights.

Ivar, a white sheet covering his lower body, watches your every move, and even if his arousal is obvious, you can tell he's still scared, or at the very least, a little wary.

Kicking your shoes off, you climb onto the bed and straddle him. Careful not to put your full weight on him, you lean forward, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Y/N, what are you planning to do?" His strained voice betrays his sudden anxiety.

Smiling, you brush his cheek. "Do you trust me, Ivar?"

"It's not about trust but about what I can or–" He starts but you stop him, a finger on his mouth. You then flatten your palms on his chest and soon your hands are venturing down. You explore the lines of his torso, tracing left and right across the ridges in his abdomen. Gods, you love his body! When your fingers come across the thin trail of hair leading lower, you tilt your head, your hand slipping under the sheet. Ivar's breath hitches in his throat as your hand meets his now half-hard cock.

"Answer me, Ivar, do you trust me?"

"Yes." Ivar breathes out his answer and, reaching out, he runs his hands up your ribs to your breasts. "You know I do." He doesn't have to say it for you to know he's referring to his legs. You know them; you're allowed to see and touch them and you know how big a deal it is to him. He does trust you.

"Then trust me, one more time, please. Trust me on this."

As you draw a finger up to the head of his cock and back down the underside, tracing a line around his balls, Ivar lets out a hiss, followed by a groan when you wrap your hand around him.

All of a sudden, he grabs your wrist, preventing you to move. "You know I can't…"

"Love, you're hard." Since you can't really move your hand, you squeeze your fingers around him to prove your point. You're rewarded by a deep, involuntary, grunt, but the next thing you know, Ivar is swaying his head from side to side. "It won't… last… long enough…" His words are barely audible; you know the admission kills him. And you know he's convinced that it is an unavoidable truth. Because that's exactly what happened with Margrethe.

"It will, my love. Have faith in yourself. And if you can't do that, then have faith in me."

Slowly, using your free hand, you unwrap his fingers from your wrist, your eyes never leaving his. Once he releases his grip, you give him a wicked smile and then scoot back farther while pulling down the sheet. Pushing his legs apart with care, you settle between them, reaching for his cock.

And then, you swallow him down and start to suck. Ivar gasps and pants, hissing breaths through his teeth. You know he never experienced anything like this. No one has never done that for him, and there's a sense of pride blooming in your chest knowing you're the one offering him so much pleasure.

Peeking up, you see your lover, propped up on his elbows, who looks at you as you really were a goddess. He's getting harder and harder, squirming underneath you. Pulling back reluctantly, you give him a sultry look, not missing how confused and… disappointed he looks.

"What… Why? I … Oh fuck… I think… Y/N… I… I was…" He stutters, struggling to gather his thoughts. You have to remind yourself of his reality. Your lover never had an orgasm.

"You were close, yes, I know, Ivar. And I promise you're going to come. But I want you to come inside me, my love."

Ivar swallows. "But…" Eyes darting all over the place, you know he's once again overcome with self-doubt.

"There's no buts, love." You cut him off, reaching out and then scrabbling around in your purse. When you find what you were looking for, you hold it triumphantly in front of you. "There's no buts because of this."

Ivar frowns, confused. "What's that?"

"A cock ring, my love. And well," you add, grabbing a small tube, "some lube too."

"A what?" Bewildered, Ivar sits up in the bed, but you push gently on his chest.

You did some research. The cock ring will help him maintain his erection. Not that he physically needs it – you're sure he doesn't – but emotionally, it's a different story. But since you don't want him to have time to rethink what you're about to do – and because you wouldn't want to waste such an impressive erection – you're not going to give him a lecture on cock rings right now.

"I'll explain later, love. It won't harm you; I promise. Trust me with this, Ivar, please."

When he nods – shyly, tentatively and almost sheepishly – you don't waste any more time and pour a small amount of lube into your hand. He gasps as soon as you wrap a slick hand around his still hard cock. Setting the lube aside, you slide the ring down his cock.

"Does it hurt?" Looking closely at his face for any sign of discomfort, you slowly run your hands up his thighs, and as he shakes his head no, you straddle him once more without ever breaking eye contact.

Ivar can barely breathe and doesn't even dare to blink. He can't believe it. Fuck, he can't. This is happening. This is fucking happening. He's rock-hard, harder than he has ever been and he feels like his pounding heart is going to burst.

Earlier, the warmth of your wet mouth on his dick felt insanely good. Your lips wrapped around him, your hand holding him, your eyes filled with an equal amount of lust and love… It has been almost too much, and heavenly as the same time. He would have wanted it to never end and had resented you for a moment when you had released his cock. But it doesn't matter, not anymore, not when you're just about–

"Aaaaaaaaah!" He closes his eyes, the new sensation incredible, otherworldly, overwhelming. He's dying. Or maybe he's already dead. He can't grasp what's happening, or what he's feeling. It's magic, like nothing he's ever felt before. His head is spinning and tears are welling up in his eyes. This… This must be Valhalla; it can't be anything else. Gods…

And then a distant voice brings him back to the here and now. "Ivar, look at me, my love." It takes him several seconds to understand that it is your voice, and that he's the one you're talking to.

Slowly, very slowly and almost reluctantly, because a part of him believes that what he's experiencing is nothing but a dream, he finally opens his eyes. What a glorious sight! You, the woman he loves, are sitting atop him, looking down at him as if he were the eighth wonder of the world. And you're… he's… fuck.

"I'm… Ah… Y/N… I'm…" He can't even form a coherent sentence but it doesn't matter, because you're so beautiful, because your face is radiant with love, because you definitely are a goddess. And because you know what he's trying to say.

"Yes, my love, you're inside me. And you're hard, and you're not hurting me. It feels so good, Ivar. You feel so good… Your home, my love…" Bending forward and weaving your fingers through his hair, you kiss him as you begin to move. He's at loss for what to do, and it doesn't matter, and there's fireworks in his heart, and you're fucking right, he's home. You're his home. His.

His hands on your thighs, he looks at you and you're so fucking beautiful it takes his breath away. And the feeling of you, wet and throbbing around his cock, is the most amazing thing he's ever felt.

Sitting upright, your back arches as you widen your legs. Your heat engulfing him, he stares at you, bewitched. You're riding him, hard, gasping, moaning, praising, your skin glistening with sweat.

Fuck.

The powerful thrusts of your hips coax his body to a place he's never been before. The sounds of your lovemaking are filling the room… The suction when he slides out of you; the slap of his balls against you when he goes deep. Your grunts. Your pantings. His breaths.

"Oh fuck… it's… oh gods..." You begin to move faster and he keeps his eyes on you. You don't shy away from his scrutiny, holding eye contact as you bounce on him. His hands now cup your ass cheeks, pulling you against him, and then they find your hips, guiding you. He's going to make you come, like a man. Like a whole man. He's going to make you come because he's inside you. The thought is exhilarating, intoxicating.

"Ivar, I'm close!" The way your eyes are half-lidded and lust drunk as you breathe out his name is the most erotic thing he's ever seen. When you begin to lose your rhythm, your moans morph to keening cries and finally you shout and he gasps and you cry out his name as you clamp around him, throwing your head back. The rush of your heat surrounding his cock is overpowering, prodigious, and he thinks he may be losing his mind.

Struggling to catch your breath and still trembling, you kiss him deeply, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He groans when you lift off him but your hand finds his cheek, caressing it. "I want you to come, and you won't come with the cock ring around your cock, love." Your skilled fingers hastily removing it, you toss the ring on the floor and then you straddle him once again, sliding down his cock.

The tingling deep in his balls is nearly immediate and he's sure he's never felt this good. He kisses you like he's starving, and in some ways he's. His hands slide over your breasts, your hips rocking, and you're so fucking beautiful he can't believe his eyes. "I love you so much…" He manages to croak in a shallow breath.

And suddenly everything explodes and he loses track of where you end and he begins, and if you answer he doesn't hear it. His ears ring and his hips thrust up against yours and his whole-body shudders violently, once; twice; more. And then his eyes flutter shut as he comes, wave after wave after wave, until he feels disoriented and light-headed, his hot, thick seed flooding your pussy, and it's so powerful it's like a fucking earthquake.

When his whole body goes limp, he lets out a soft whimper as you rest your head on his chest only to reach up and toy with his hair.

When you look up at him, he's sure the whirlwind of his emotions is obvious on his face, but he doesn't care, just like he doesn't care about his tear-filled eyes, or his crooked legs. Truth be told, for the first time in his life, he doesn't give a damn about his legs. For the first time in his life, he feels whole and worthy. For the first time in his life, he feels like the happiest man on Earth.

And that could well be the greatest gift you, Y/N, the goddess of replaced memories, could ever give him.

He loves you.

🛡⚔️🛡

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[boydiisaster]

It's so awesome there's blogs like yours out there trying to provide content for GN and Male fans. It's so hard to find anything even GN, and as a nonbinary person I just want you to know how much it's appreciated! If you're okay with taking requests right now, I have an Obey Me one? Do you have any headcanons on a poly/throuple relationship between a GN MC, Satan, and Solomon? Those two are surprisingly good friends in canon and alike in a lot of ways, I love them both so much!

throuple satan and solomon headcanons

reader: gender neutral, they/them pronouns

tw/cw: a bit of spoilers and fighting/blood mentions

author's note: AWW YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY YOU'RE SO NICE, ANON :,) i'm trying my hardest to provide more content for other male and gender neutral readers out there, so i really hope that what i write is enjoyable for yall <33 also i haven't the slightest idea of satan and solomon's canon relationship because i'm only at like lesson 30 smth and don't keep up with my messages so i just pulled most of their dynamic for this out of my ass ( ._.)

It was like a cat just met a dog when Satan and Solomon started dating. They have similarities, sure, but whereas Satan is cold and calculated with his spells, plans, and pranks, it's as if Solomon doesn't think. Like, ever.

How was someone so smart so insufferably stupid at the same time? It's as if Satan is his babysitter more than he's his boyfriend.

Oh god and when Solomon ropes you into doing something with him-

"I hate you both," Satan grumbles, checking your temperature and seeing how it's well above the normal temperature for humans. "Solomon, you can't just drag MC on all your dangerous adventures. They're much more human than you are."

"Just because I accidentally made a spell that cursed me with immortality doesn't mean I'm any less human than they are." Solomon crosses his arms at his boyfriend's hurtful words. "Besides, MC wanted to come with me. Isn't that right, MC?"

You didn't speak. That was probably because you had passed out from how incredibly fatigued you were. Your skin was sticky and noticeably sweaty, eyes closed shut while letting out painful whimpers.

"Tell me again just what happened to them?" Satan groans as he opens a spell book. God knows where he got it. He did that a lot. He was like a video game character or something the way he'd just pull books or spell jars from out his ass. He was always the one Mammon would ask for a pencil, because hell he had like hundreds on him at all times.

"Well," Solomon cheekily smiles and scratches the back of his neck. "We went looking for some herbs for a new spell I concocted."

"Uh huh?"

"And MC sort of... fell."

"What did they fall on, Solomon?"

Said man falls silent. "Solomon?" Satan drags out his lover's name, threatening him, to which all Solomon can do is smile again, this time more nervous.

"They kind of, maybe, fell into a bush of what could have been poisonous flowers...."

"What kind of poisonous flowers, Solomon?" Satan glares at him.

Solomon thinks for a moment, then clasps his hands together. "Let's just say that if we don't get Diavolo or Lucifer in the next," he looks toward a clock, "fifteen or so minutes, MC might fall asleep for probably a whole millennium."

That earns the sorcerer a big thwack to the back of his head by Satan's spell book.

That was probably the first major incident where you were dragged into Solomon's dangerous plans, but it certainly wasn't the last. Most of the time you either ended up with several scrapes or bruises, things Satan or Solomon could easily patch up on their own. But sometimes you'd come back missing a shirt or as a cat.

(It's hard for Satan to be mad at Solomon for accidentally turning you into a cat, but he manages it because you were furious.)

... You were a really cute cat though, MC.

A cat was frantically trying to climb up Satan's pant leg. He was out in the garden tending to his flowers when a kitty he'd never seen before made their way through the bushes and crashed into his leg.

"Hello little one," he smiled at the cat. "Are you lost?"

The cat let out a pitiful wail and latched themselves onto Satan's leg. Satan frowned a bit and started to get worried. "Are you hurt? What's wrong?"

He picked up the cat to examine them. They were a cute little thing with [eye color] eyes and a sleek fur coat. Satan couldn't see anything physically wrong with them. Their paws looked fine, and there was no blood anywhere.

"Did you lose your mom? Maybe your kitten?" he began to muse, then Solomon exploded through the bushes looking frantic as ever.

"Have you seen a cat?" he gasped for air. "About this tall, [eye color] eyes, clearly upset?"

"You mean this one?" Satan held up the cat he found.

"Yes! Give them here-"

The cat hissed and clawed at Solomon's hand, burying themselves further into Satan's grasp. They growled, then looked toward Satan to let out another pitiful whine.

"MC, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Solomon cried.

The cat hissed again.

"I'm sorry, did you just say MC?"

Solomon stiffened. He started to laugh nervously, fiddling with his cuffs. "Uh... would you break up with me if I told you I turned our darling MC into a tiny cat...? If so then no, I didn't say MC."

"You did what?!"

"Oh would you look at the time! I have a meeting with Lord Diavolo I must attend to right now, goodbye Satan, I love you!"

And then Solomon left, leaving Satan to fix whatever spell he put on their partner by himself. Satan wasn't angry about it, but the look of pure rage on your little furry face was enough to let Satan know that if he kept you as a cat for a moment longer you'd raise hell upon everyone in the vicinity.

Having a pact with a demon means that pretty much everything you do is shared with said demon. You feel emotions stronger, god forbid if you feel their specific emotions. You could be angry at Mammon for swiping a bag of candy you bought for yourself, but you act as if Mammon robbed you of every last thing you had just because of the pact you share with Satan. He feels awful about that, even though you reassure him time and time again that:

1.) It's not his fault, and

2.) You wanted a pact with him

Even so, please give Satan cuddles and kisses after he gets all sulky. He acts composed, but on the inside he's so incredibly self-conscious of both his sin and his pact with you.

"You need to be more careful," Satan quietly mused as he bandaged your hurt hands and face. You had gotten into a fight at school because a demon shoved you, and now you were currently inside Satan's room, getting blood all over his pretty carpet.

"I know," you softly sighed and hissed once the rubbing alcohol came into contact with the cuts on your face. "I just, I don't know. It set me off for some reason."

Your boyfriend hesitated for a moment, then applied a bandage to your cheek. "It's because of the pact."

"Satan-"

"You know I'm right, MC." Satan didn't look at you when he talked. Instead he looked at his lap, which had the first aid kit he was using to fix you up in it. "I know I talk about this a lot but... I am truly sorry for doing this to you."

"Hey," you cupped his cheek. "It's not your fault. I can learn to live with this. I learnt to handle my greed, envy, and gluttony when I built pacts with your brothers, right?"

"You shouldn't have to though. Maybe it's best if I-"

You silently kissed him. It was a bittersweet kiss, one filled with love yet unspeakable sadness and hurt. Satan was so self-conscious of his sin, yet you loved him still anyway. You wished he could see that.

"Don't finish that thought," you whispered as you pulled away. Resting your forehead against his, you continued. "I love you. Despite your sin, despite how you were born, despite everything; I love you. I chose you, and I wanted a pact with you." You smiled, and Satan couldn't help but blush at your next sentence.

"You silly demon. You really can't see how amazing you are, huh? It's okay though, because both me and Solomon will always be here to remind you."

Solomon touches all your pact marks constantly. When you take off your shirt it's hard to stop him from touching Leviathan's mark located directly on your back. He's always rubbing his fingers over Beelzebub's symbol on your stomach, always outlining Mammon's mark on your wrist. Sometimes he kisses Belphegor's symbol on your throat. When meeting your eyes, he never fails to stare into the one that holds Lucifer's mark, and even though you cover your thighs almost all the time, it's like Solomon can tell where Asmodeus's mark is. It's his favorite place on your thigh to touch.

You sighed whenever you felt Solomon's lips touch the small of your back. A smile made its way onto your own lips as you giggled.

"I didn't expect Satan to place his mark somewhere so... subtle," he admitted as he popped up to press a kiss to your cheek.

You looked at him out of the corner of your eye. He was playing with your wrist again, looking at the symbol of greed that adorns your skin.

"Solomon," you started.

Your lover hummed. You could tell he was beginning to grow drowsy. His eyes were closed and his movements slowed.

"Are you... jealous?"

That woke him up. He made you face him, and the expression he wore was unreadable. It worried you. Maybe you shouldn't have said that.

"I just mean, like," you grew embarrassed. "Um... you're always touching my pact marks, or always looking at them, and I don't know. Are you mad at me for them?"

The sorcerer gently grasped your hands. His fingers were weirdly soft considering how much he uses them. He sat there for a moment, just running his thumbs over your palms before speaking.

"I am a little," he admitted. "But I'm not mad at you. If anything I'm proud."

You smiled a bit. It was a lopsided and awkward sort of smile, but to Solomon it was the most beautiful thing in the world, as cheesy as that sounded.. He loves seeing his partners happy. He loves seeing you happy.

"You're much stronger than you think," Solomon continued. "Being able to hold seven different pact marks, ones belonging to Avatars, as a human with no sort of prior knowledge on magic?" He beamed. "You're incredible."

That only embarrassed you more. You groaned a bit and tried swatting Solomon away to hide your face, but your lover only pulled you in for a short yet loving kiss.

"You're cute, you know that?"

"You're cuter," you retorted. Solomon just smiled.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear. Speaking of which," he leaned back on your bed and made grabby hands at you, indicating that he wanted you to lay next to him. "I'm tired. Cuddle me."

"So needy," you joked, but instantly complied to Solomon's request. He was never like this in public. It was nice seeing him so open and vulnerable... and cute.

#THANK YOU SM FOR CLARIFYING YOUR HEADCANON REQUEST!! #i'm not poly myself so i never know if i should like- #make the feeling of romantic love be mutual between every person in the relationship? #or just have the two characters love the same person and not each other [weep] #i always feel like im disappointing the poly readers out there writing stuff that way #anywho tho i hope you enjoyed this!! it was a blast to write <3 #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me satan #solomon obey me #satan obey me #solomon x reader #satan x reader #solomon x gn reader #satan x gn reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #ethan.writes

[seacottons]

—ateez as boyfriends [ domestic au ]

notes: swearing. suggestive dialogue. fluff. i blame a certain someone for this, not gonna say who. @kireiwoo

— hongjoong

very caring and attentive towards you

so much so, that even his friends have complained how it isn't fair he doesn't scold you like the way he does to them

he enjoys many activities with you, such as

helping him dye his hair an ungodly color every other month

he'll insist you try experimenting with your own tresses

but you only have the courage to dye the very ends of your strands

"i don't think i can pull off that color as well as you do," you'd say.

"that's a load of bull. you'll suit every hair color."

you'll just roll your eyes playfully at his biased behavior.

other activities include getting tiny matching tattoos together.

the tiny flower and butterfly on your wrists was most likely your favorite due to its simplicity in design and the meaning behind it as well.

spontaneous dates are his favorite.

behind closed doors, he loves to constantly shower you with pecks and smooches.

often gets teased by his friends from how whipped he is for you.

randomly books vacations for you two to relax and unwind every so often.

although he enjoys it, he is a big, tired baby when it comes to traveling

always wanting to lean his head against your shoulder

or cuddling you close for warmth due to the airport's air conditioners blasting frigid air.

has written many songs about you

and when he's finally ready, he'll not only ask you to listen to them, but to also spend the rest of your life with him and share his last name as well.

— seonghwa

constant pet names

"darling."

"the sun to my stars."

"the moon to my sun."

"love of my life."

you like to call him mars, mostly.

but he revels when you call him 'twinkle eyes' for some reason.

has a habit of pulling you into his lap.

you'll subconsciously play with the strands of his hair as he does so, him being too distracted bickering with his friends to realize sometimes.

will always give you pleading looks whenever wooyoung or san tease him.

sometimes, you walk in to find wooyoung settling onto your boyfriend's back while he greedily devours the bowl of popcorn entirely by himself.

or other times when both wooyoung and san constrict his limbs with their arms whenever you're near.

"y/n can't save you now, so cut the whining."

you'll only sigh and shake your head in amusement.

"what are you guys doing to my poor boyfriend?"

"he changed the movie we were watching without our permission!"

"because i have no damn clue what's going on, and harry potter is too confusing!"

coffee dates.

loves to sleep with you tucked against his chest.

always has an arm draped around your frame.

butterfly kisses on your neck.

soft touches against the small of your back and waist.

his favorite pastime with you would be stargazing.

"baby, look. it's me, mars-io," he'd say whilst pointing up to the large, bright star in the night sky.

when it's too cloudy outside, or when the weather isn't forgiving, he'll turn on the indoor star projector he bought so the two of you can stargaze in the comfort of your own bed.

— yunho

is the epitome of romantic.

is constantly smothering you in love and affection.

always has heart eyes and admiration in his eyes at whatever small task you do or say.

rant about an ancient dynasty?

heart eyes.

bombard him with useless information about a certain abandoned island.

heart eyes.

gush about the new cute bakery that recently opened up?

heart eyes.

if you had a money jar for every time he says 'i love you', you'd have enough money to buy a plane ticket or two.

always willing to drop everything to help you with whatever it is you need.

will wake up in the middle of the night when you text him to ask if he's awake or not.

willingly stays up to keep you company.

but sometimes, when he's too tired, he'll knock out accidentally and profusely apologize to you in the morning.

very supportive of your life choices.

hates seeing you cry because it makes him want to bawl his eyes out as well.

his hugs are bone-crushing.

but he is a gentle giant nonetheless.

likes to attempt to bake pastries with you.

half of the time, the goods either turn out undercooked or burnt.

"they have love in them, that's all that matters."

will always insist that you can rant to him about anything and everything.

you've never felt so valued in your life before meeting him.

is the most understanding human being you've ever gotten the pleasure of knowing.

"i wish we were vampires," he says one day.

you give him an amused look, lips outstretched into a smile, "why, silly?"

"so we can spend an eternity together."

— yeosang

his heart flutters when you notice the smallest things he does.

it makes him feel appreciated and acknowledged.

like when he changes up his hairstyle or earrings.

or when he wears a new sweater.

a big, big softie when it comes to you.

can and will want to spend all day in your arms on his days off.

quick witted and has a knack for noticing the tiniest detail.

very shy and awkward at first.

but when he gets more comfortable as time passes on, you won't be safe from his snarky little comments anymore.

will constantly bring up the thing you said or did months ago to prove a point.

"oh, you like this flavor? three months ago you told me it tasted like vomit."

"remember that time you woke up in a rush to get to work thinking you were late, only for me to drag you back inside because it was three in the fucking morning?"

you stop mid-chew and peer up from your plate of rice.

"your point, yeosang?"

"oh, nothing this time. i just wanted to tease you."

is the type to have a mid-life crisis when you can't decide on a restaurant.

"but i don't want to eat at the chicken place again," you'll whine.

"it's been thirty minutes, and you still haven't decided what you want!"

"you're rushing me!"

"y/n! just pick!"

loves to cuddle with you, especially in the colder months.

wraps a blanket around your frame and tugs you in closer against his chest.

pretends not to understand your jokes just to spite and tease you.

loves when you cling onto him.

his favorite pastime with you would be just walking around together at night and trying out different types of street food.

or even visiting any of the local beaches for a relaxing walk together.

— san

persistently keen about whenever you feel upset or down.

he reads you better than any open book.

sometimes, it scares you, but you appreciate how he's always so eagle-eyed about your behavior.

loves to hug your head.

you allow wooyoung to crash some of your dates with san sometimes.

other times, san will whine and tell him to go find his own date.

"if y/n accepted you as a boyfriend, then you should've disclosed that i'm part of the deal as well. buy one get one free."

"as what exactly?"

"the hot, clingy best friend."

will take numerous duck-faced selfies of himself because you think they're cute.

often times, he'll ask you to mirror his expression, only for him to press his lips against yours a second before his phone snaps the picture.

likes when you kiss his dimple.

"y/n! it looks like a crater from the amount of times you've kissed it."

he likes to tease you.

a lot.

touchy.

very touchy.

always has an arm around you.

rests his chin against your shoulders.

playfully smacks your rear when you're sassy with him.

or leans in to hold your jaw whilst whispering teasing words into your ear that has you becoming docile and bothered in mere seconds.

has you wrapped around his finger as much as you have him wrapped around your own.

likes to have weekly picnics with you at the park and admires all the dogs running about.

"i should bring byeol next week. maybe she'll like to play fetch too."

"i don't think that's a good idea.."

you often find him fast asleep holding onto a plushie for dear life whenever you're away.

you'll pull it away from his arms, causing him to stir awake groggily.

he'll stare in confusion as you throw the plushie aside, before pulling you in tighter as you wriggle into his arms.

"you're softer than shiber," he'll mumble sleepily against the crown of your head.

— mingi

mingi is sometimes self-conscious around the public eye and others, but when it comes to you, those layers of fear and insecurity get stripped away instantly.

doesn't mind being vulnerable with you.

he craves affection, adores it even, but is insecure about not being able to return it well enough for his liking.

likes when you give him attention.

easily gets jealous when someone else grabs your interest.

reassuring him 24/7.

"yes, mingi. you're the love of my life."

kissing his pouting lips for good measure.

the smallest of gestures has him a blushing mess.

even holding hands in public.

when he's not being a sentimental sap, he'll like teasing you lovingly.

"wow, you have this many photos of me in your phone?"

you'll scrutinize him in confusion.

"are you that obsessed with me, y/n?"

"mingi! you told me to take half of those photos of you!"

"oh, right. i forgot."

a silence weighs down onto the two of you.

"but would you have taken them if i never asked you to?"

constantly laughs about the things you say, although you don't think you're that funny.

always seeks your approval subconsciously.

will always shield you from the rain, playfully yelling at the droplets sometimes.

"you can't make y/n wet! only i can!"

"mingi! we are in public!"

wanted to go strawberry picking because he saw a celebrity try it out on instagram live.

accidentally steps on many berries though.

"it's okay, they'll just make another plant. i did them a favor."

brags about you like no tomorrow.

even for the tiniest, minuscule thing.

"oh, i've already tried the brand of ice cream. y/n always buys that for me."

"i don't need to pay all this money for a measly slice of cake. y/n's cakes are much better."

"no, wooyoung. i'm not jealous of your new shoes." he'll lightly pinch the boy's side, "y/n and i have already bought ourselves matching pairs."

"you two are so fucking cheesy, it hurts."

when he's not bragging about you, he's boasting about himself.

but if that's what helps him raise his confidence levels up, you'll gladly sit down hours on end listening to how he has more 'swag' and 'charisma' than all of his older friends combined.

— wooyoung

teases you like his life depends on it.

says you can't get enough of him, when in reality it's the other way around.

but you let him believe whatever he wants.

but deep down he just really gets satisfied with himself if he raises your mood and makes you smile.

especially when you're not having a great day.

uses way too many emojis when texting you.

"wooyoung, why am i saved as as 'clingy bug' on your contacts?"

he'll squawk indignantly and laugh awkwardly for a second.

"who told you this lie!?"

"seonghwa?"

always wants to show off your love in front of his friends.

"no, i don't want my early birthday gift now. wait until the others show up, and do it front of them."

"but why?"

"so everyone can see how much you love me. can you also cry for good measure?"

"absolutely not."

he enjoys the dates you have in his apartment the most.

the ones where he cooks for you and asks for your help, only for him to pester you about over-seasoning or undersalting something.

"okay, fine! we'll just order take out if it tastes that bad," you pout, flinging a small piece of onion on his face.

his head instantly snaps back to eye you judgingly, fist gripping the poor spatula.

"over my dead body."

"so, y/n. how does my plating look?"

"it's beautiful, wooyoung. you've outdone y-"

"what else is beautiful?" he demands, face leaning over the table to give you a knowing grin.

you shove a piece of meat and rice into his mouth, shrugging nonchalantly.

"me."

he deflates at your answer, spluttering pieces of rice onto your face.

"jung wooyoung, you slob!"

— jongho

is the type of boyfriend to stop you in the middle of the road to tie your shoe for you.

very charming and goofy in his own way.

takes pride in himself and his abilities to cater to your every whim and need.

even when you don't ask for his help.

aggressively opens jars for you when you struggle to pry them open.

"no one messes with my y/n."

"you're fussing at a jar of pickled radish, baby."

the type to cling close to you in public in fear of any of the bicyclists or pedestrians bumping into you and harming you in any way.

sometimes acts like you're made of glass.

while it's endearing occasionally, it is a bit suffocating at other times.

doesn't believe you when you say you're tough and don't need protection.

very selfless and willing to help you with anything you need.

never one to shy away from social gatherings with his friends, always pulling you along with him despite you being shy and clingy most of the night.

also a big tease.

when you help him hold down his legs for sit ups, he asks for a smooch.

pulls away from you when you try to kiss him.

and will laugh at your pouting face as he urges you to try once more.

"stop moving, i just want to kiss you!"

after numerous tries, he finally allows you ( you truly think you over-powered him though ) to kiss his cheeks or lips.

he then proceeds to squawk loudly in retaliation and playful disgust.

although he loves teasing you, when the game is flipped the other way, he'll be a shy mess of embarrassment.

"i don't mumble your name in my sleep."

"you always do, silly."

tucked underneath his macho exterior, you know he's prone to criticism and takes it to heart much more than he likes to show and admit.

so, whenever you get the chance, you always fulfill his need to be appreciated, loved, and taken care of.

is utterly and extremely protective of you.

"who just whistled at you?" he grumbles, "i'll break their jaw like an apple, you know i will."

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[sinfulcries]

Waking up tied to the bed, in the middle of the night.

'Okay what the fuck-'

Looking up, just to see diluc standing infront of the bed, a cocky smile on his face, he's so sure, he'll be in control tonight.

'Untie my? Please?'

'No'

You roll your eyes at his answer. Looking at diluc again, he turns around, giving you a full view on his hole. Before letting you see how he slips a finger inside himself. Another one following soon. He's making you watch how he preps himself, its real torture not to be able to put your hand on his tiny waist, while prepping him yourself. After diluc is done with his little show, he climbs onto the bed, pulling down your pants. Your cock springing up, cold air sending shivers up your spine. Diluc looks at you, giving you another cocky smile as he lowers himself onto the tip of your cock. Well, its safe to say he didn't prep himself enough as he doesn't get very far.

'Struggeling?'

'Shut up! Its not my fault you're a fucking giant.'

This time its you laughing at the blushing bar owner. He didn't notice but you had already managed to loosen the restraints, well diluc didn't tie them tightly enough anyway. Diluc is so distracted by trying to take your cock into his pink, little hole. But after half an hour he's still only seated halfway on your cock and your patience is at its end. Diluc doesn't even have time to react as he's suddenly pressed face down into the mattress, one hand holding his writs together, the other one holding a firm grasp around his neck. Forcing him to gasp for air as he feels even more getting pushed into him. Its too much for the poor boy as he starts crying and already squirts all over himself. God he looks so helpless.

'Where'd all that confidence go?'

You ask him, forcing him to look at you.

'M'sorry, please-'

Diluc was cut of by a sharp thurst, sending him into a continuous row of moans.

'Please what, slut. Speak clearly!'

'Please stop- its too- too much'

As an answer to that you take your hand from his neck, starting to stroke his, again, hard cock. Diluc is squirming under you, begging you to stop. Well soon after he's cut of again. Thus time by another orgasm. He's so fucked out. Drool running out the side of his mouth and cheeks tainted red from crying. Still you don't stop.

'Ya look like a whore'

You tell him, looking down on him. Diluc weakly shakes his head, before looking down. He knows full well that he's a whore. He's eager to please, it doesn't even matter who, as long as he gets his hole stuffed. Diluc can feel something building up inside him but it doesn't feel like an orgasm. He only gets aware of what it is after he feels the wet warmth on his lowet half. He's so embarrassed.

'Now ya pissed yourself? Pathetic.'

You laugh at him, as you continue to slam yourself into him. Diluc is so embarrassed. Begging you to stop and never tell anyone about this. Do you listen to his pleas? No, they go unheard. Finally you empty yourself in him, warm, thick cum spilling inside him. Diluc is passed out at this point. While you were using him, pounding into him for your own pleasure he came a third time. He barly stayed conscious after that. But now he passed out. You decide it'd be a shame to keep him to yourself, before you grap the ropes you were originally tied up with and tie diluc up. Carrying to a window, where you leave the passed out boy for anyone who walk by to see. He looks beautiful like this, no denying but somethings missing. Well you fix that as well, as you pee on him. Yellowish liquid flowing down his body, yeah now he looks absolutely perfect.

It's also so embarrassing for him because he can't take in your cock so you have to result in forcing the rest of it inside of him :( You'll tie him up next to the window just for everyone to see just how bad you ruined the pretty boy however, of course they won't be able to touch what's yours <3

#diluc thirsts