#i need to explode them (affectionate)

[ruxxifystars]

welcome to another ruxxifystars polyneed series PLEASE GET YHEM AWAY FROM ME I CNAT STOP DRAWING THESE STUPID IDIOTS /AFF

[belatinysun]

he is so done of their flirting grins, now i hc kunimi and tsukki bonding over this (being fed of kagehina's gayness 🥰

[arsieu]

Art for an amazing most wonderful one-shot ever by @leonenjoyer69 with our sillies <333

(Upd it's already up, so go read it!!)

[owlfacenightkit]

They’re so physically affectionate I need them to explode

[rsenak]

OTP Vibes Game

hii its been a while but thank you so much for the tag @larkinna !! not sure where i was going but this got out of my hands (cant find proper screenshots of the two of them to save my life so. all drawings i guess)

no clue who has/hasnt done this soo tagging; @space-unicorn-dot, @cj-sin, @pugszler, @xerx, @flowersforthemachines, @sarenraegalpaladin, @rookinthecrownest, @eorzeanflowers, @issilya

Rules: Post some pictures of your OTP and their vibes, some info, and a song that fits their vibe. That's it.

OTP: rookanis / lucanis dellamorte/calien de riva (ive got to get them a ship name one of these days)

dynamic: strangers to friends to would-kill/die-for-each-other to lovers

fate: endgame or a tragedy ? (it can really go either way. or both.)

songs: pierce the veil – sambuka ; the divine zero ; bedless

(and many others but im trying to show restraint. trying)

vibes:

[tr4shypuppy]

Wallace shitpost before I explode I love him so much

[confusion-est]

doodling without thinking

[i3utterflyeffect]

GOD IMAGINE IF NIGHTSHADE AFTER GETTING HIS MEMORIES WIPED THEY KEEP ASKING TIM IF THEY ARE OK AND IF ANYTHING IS HAPPENING BECAUSE OF THEIR BEHAVIOR AND THEY LIE AND TRYING NOT MAKE THEIR VOICE SOUND WOBBLY

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sorry I'm normal now

NO NO ANON YOU'RE SO RIGHT. I'M NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT AT ALL I NEED VICTIM TO BLOW UP RIGHT FUCKING NOW <3

[greetings0everyone]

me with any of my favorite characters

blorbo thoughts

[jaylaxies]

LO$ER LOVER | PSH

pairing: loser!sunghoon x roommate fem!reader

wc: 1110 words.

warning: 18+ content, minors dni! loser hoon headcanons, gooner hoon, mentions of him being a pervert.

a/n: hihii! this is honestly js filth! requested by anonnie <3 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated <3

loser!sunghoon who blushes furiously each time you walk into the kitchen in your skimpy tank top with no bra, averting his gaze before he gets hard at the mere glimpse of the outline of your body—perfectly sculpted just for him. 

loser!sunghoon who starts gooning by accident. it begins with your insta, then your videos/tiktoks, then a few of your pics he saves to a secret folder—the pictures he took without you noticing. then it spirals as he opens porn, saved videos consisting of the girls who resemble you in some way. he edges for hours while listening to your laugh through the wall, and doesn’t even realize it’s three in the morning already.

loser!sunghoon who recorded your moans through the wall one night, and now? he keeps them on loop while gooning. eyes glassy, tongue out like a puppy. he doesn’t even touch himself anymore—just rubs your used panties on his face while humping the bed, whispering “thank you, ugh, i love you so much, i love you, i—” like he’s praying for you to listen to him. 

loser!sunghoon who starts stuffing his underwear with your used panties when he goes to bed. can’t sleep without them anymore, the scent of your pussy on his cock, the soft lace clinging desperately to his skin—he wakes up rutting into them, making these helpless little gasps like a fucking dog in heat. he doesn’t stop, just buries his face in your used clothes, tears streaming as he goons through the shame. “fuck, i wanna live in her cunt,” he mumbled, “wanna be her toy, her cumrag, her fucking pet—please, god please.”

loser!sunghoon who loses the ability to cum without you. he tries, oh he really fucking tries to finish one night with just cheap porn, and nothing happens. he panics, gasping and opens your selfies. he plays that recording of your moans and starts drooling instantly, exploding the very next second with a choked whimper, body twitching, cum splattering across his keyboard. he doesn’t even clean it up. just lets it dry while he thanks you out loud for letting him be lewd each passing day. 

loser!sunghoon who needs your approval like he needs air. he tries on outfits, fixes his hair, practices his laugh in hopes you’ll look at him for more than three seconds. and when you do? when you say, “you look cute today, hoonie,” he goes stiff, hard instantly, and smiles through the ache in his cock like he’s not going to fall apart in the shower later.

loser!sunghoon who starts showing off how ruined he is, walking around shirtless when he knows he has hickeys he gave himself. leaves his door slightly open while moaning your name into your hoodie. he wants you to catch him, wants you to walk in and say, “fucking hell? you’re disgusting.” and wants to say “i know,” while making a mess on the floor.

loser!sunghoon who loves movie nights because you always let him cuddle you, he acts like it’s innocent, just a shy, affectionate roomie thing to do, gasping at the jump scares, squeezing your waist, but every time you shift, your tits press against his arm, and when you finally doze off, head on his chest, he slowly moves his hand down to your bare thigh, just resting it there, biting his lip, humping your blanket gently to not wake you up, sniffing your scent to practically cum untouched. 

loser!sunghoon who gets bold enough to “accidentally” walk in while you’re changing, and he doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not looking, his glasses are slipping, his mouth is open as he gasps, and he stares at your tits like he’s seen god.“s—sorry! sorry i, oh fuck—” he stumbles out of the room, nearly tripping, and finishes in the hallway seconds later, cum soaking through his boxers while he pants, “i saw her—i fucking saw how pretty she is.”

loser!sunghoon who fakes being sick just to sleep beside you, eyes watery and cheeks flushed from running hot water over his face, practically torturing himself for pleasure—he sniffles and clutches his blanket like he’s the most fragile being ever, moaning softly when you touch his forehead, and nearly cums when you whisper, “you poor baby,” before tucking him into your bed again and staying with him. 

loser!sunghoon who has to set goon timers otherwise he’ll spend hours and hours edging to your photos—his phone blaring alarms while he’s red and flushed, half-naked, sobbing over his laptop with your sweet videos paused at the perfect frame, whimpering, “just one more hour, just one more, gosh please, i’ll be s—so good.”

loser!sunghoon who starts using your body like his fucking altar when you’re asleep, or so he thinks, but you know how much of a perverted loser he is—sucking gently on your nipple under the covers, whimpering against it with glassy eyes, humping the mattress in tiny movements while crying, “i love you—i love you, i’m sorry, i can’t stop—please don’t wake up.” he mumbles and you let him do it, because you’re just as depraved. 

loser!sunghoon who confesses when thinks you’re asleep. you’re curled up on his bed again, still wearing next your oversized shirt, and you accidentally shift in your sleep and grind your ass against his crotch, and he moans. he starts whispering as his voice cracks, “i’m sorry—i can’t stop thinking about you! i dream about your pussy every night, i touched your panties—i came in them—i came from your smell—” his hands are shaking, his cock is harder than ever, and he’s not even trying to grind on you anymore—he’s just so desperate he can’t hold it in, not knowing that you’re awake and listening, “hoonie?” you ask, and he starts crying like a baby. 

loser!sunghoon who sobs into your chest after getting caught, his hands clutching your waist like you’re going to vanish, stuttering out, “i didn’t mean to—i’m so fucked up, i just—i love you, i love your body, i would die for you,” and when you pull his head down to your tits and whisper, chuckling, “oh baby, i know,” he whimpers so hard his whole body shakes.

loser!sunghoon who cums untouched just from simple the act of licking you, too ruined to even last, spilling all over himself while you stroke his hair and tell him he’s such a good puppy for eating you out so fucking well—he keeps crying, shaking between your legs, but doesn’t stop licking, doesn’t even flinch, just shakes through the aftershocks of the best orgasm he’s ever had, and keeps on worshipping you. 

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[stunie]

i just WOKE UP !!?????!!!!!!

2024.07.15 — dinner date with Ume. ♡

(hands up if you know where the reference photo’s froooommmmm!!!! >:3 aju nice.)

[rsenak]

Hiii! Strength and Temperance for the tarot asks, hehe 👀

hiii thankyou so much for the ask!!! <3 i spent wayyy too long thinking about these and writing them then rewriting them again so time to copy paste all i have in my google docs at the moment before i get too nervous haha

the questions

Strength: Who makes the first move? How is it received? Is this reflective of their relationship dynamic in general?

Calien. He considers knives (weapons in general, really but it's the one he defaults to) to be the best romantic gift, and well… while it was never stated, he didn't not have that in mind when buying Lucanis a dagger. But if it's not taken that way it's still a useful gift. The meaning was not lost on Lucanis; enter Treviso cafe date night with some ridiculous flirting. Illario happens to be collateral damage.

It's usually Calien too. But while he's great at taking initiative, he dances back quickly if it's not met with interest. In the beginning he's only looking for a bit of fun and nothing committed. And hey, Lucanis is there, attractive, trustworthy and as another Crow he'd likely understand Calien's hangups about serious relationships. Worst case, he can play it off as a joke. What's to lose! (← little did he know!!) Compared to that Lucanis is usually more hesitant to make anything resembling move but when he does, it (usually) holds more weight. He's also trying to be the responsible one between the two of them early on. Spite is no help there.

It's a very delicate balance of push and pull where they grow close as friends. As well as develop deeper feelings for each other. Lucanis tries to bottle them up and Calien does his usual and refuses to acknowledge them altogether. They try avoiding each other to fix this. Naturally. Goes about as well as expected.

This is getting really long so I'll stop yapping now but. They figure it out. Eventually. And as their relationship develops (once they stop running away from each other) and they get more comfortable, they're both equally likely to seek the other out. It depends more on individual duties and schedules than anything else. (they are also disgustingly sweet and affectionate and make me feel a little insane. the devotion is so much. help)

idk if im doing a good job at describing it but i guess a way i could put it is like. calien is brazen and bold fancy turning to trust and friendship (and a LOTT stronger attachment and genuine feelings). lucanis would be gratitude and loyalty both bc of that and over the god killing contract (there's attraction too but he has a job to do and a spite in the head he doesn't have time for that) to care (and love!) over time.

and then ofc they are both crows with some similar experiences and a deep loyalty to their faction. for better or worse….. (this also makes fixing problems in the future so much harder)

Temperance: What does Rook need to heal within themself to become a better partner? What about their SO?

What doesn't he need to heal. Calien de Riva is a good Crow first and a somewhat okay person second. His grip on genuine emotions is questionable at best and his communication (and lack of it) leaves much to be desired. If his problems can't be stabbed/set on fire or solved with jokes and puns, he's going to avoid them. So much room for improvement… but being more open would be a good start.

I look at Lucanis and squint really hard. Between spending about a year in a Venatori prison, having a demon stuck in his head still (even if they’re on better terms now than before), getting betrayed by his closest family member and being made First Talon at the end of it all… There’s so much going on (someone please give this man a vacation at least). He could gain much from learning to put himself and his wants first (or at least prioritize them more…).

ahahaa i think about this so much since they're both so thoroughly damaged from their training and lives as crows,,,, and how tragic it is that they're both so loyal still when they could both benefit so much from just. leaving. and neither of them would go ahead and do it, but if the other asked… that might go differently. but it isn’t likely to happen (lucanis wouldn't voice it and the thought would never even cross calien’s mind) (ofc this won't make me stop thinking about ‘what if’ scenarios. i have no less than 7 possible futures for them swimming around in my mind and im AWFUL at writing anything down. help)

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Let Me Sleep

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn’s women’s basketball

Rating : General Audiences

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: is sleep too much to ask for…

Paige Bueckers is the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Loud, affectionate, and seemingly immune to exhaustion. I, on the other hand, am not.

This becomes a problem every weekend when she didn’t have practice or games, she wakes up at the ass crack of dawn, blasting music or throwing herself on top of me to get me out of bed. It’s also a problem late at night, when my only goal is to shower and pass out, but she and our friends have other plans—like tonight.

After an exhausting volleyball practice and an eight-hour shift at work, all I wanted was silence, a warm shower, and sleep. I walked into our apartment fully prepared to collapse face-first into the mattress.

But instead, I was met with chaos.

Paige, KK, Ice, Jana, and Aubrey were gathered in the living room, the glow of a ring light illuminating their faces as they talked animatedly to one of the phones propped up in front of them.

They were on live. Of course.

“Baby!” Paige practically launched herself off the couch when she saw me, nearly tripping over her laptop charger in the process. “You’re home!”

“Yeah,” I muttered, voice heavy with exhaustion as I dropped my bag by the door. “Unfortunately.”

KK snorted. “Oh nah, she’s on her last leg.”

“I am,” I confirmed, rubbing my eyes. “Why are y’all screaming?”

Aubrey grinned. “We’re debating self-defense moves.”

Ice held up a Lego set. “And building this.”

I blinked. “…What?”

“They’re gonna try the moves on each other,” Jana explained with a shake of her head. “And Ice is building a house. With me.”

“Multitasking,” Ice said proudly.

I sighed, already regretting my life choices. “I’m going to bed.”

Paige pouted. “Noooo, don’t leave me.”

I gave her a blank stare. “Paige, I just worked for eight hours after a full morning practice. I want to sleep.”

“You can sleep here.” She tugged at my wrist. “C’mon, I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Now that’s a damn lie,” I deadpanned.

The live chat must have heard because the comments started flying:

“She already knows Paige be lying, LMAOO.”

“Nah, you should sleep there just to prove how done you are.”

“Golden retriever gf and black cat gf fr, fr.”

“It’s giving y/n is a single mother rn.”

Paige ignored them, pulling me toward the couch and plopping back down with her laptop. “Here, cuddle me so you’ll be comfy.”

I was too tired to argue, so I let her maneuver me onto her lap, arms loosely wrapped around her shoulders as she settled back against the couch.

The moment my head hit her shoulder, I was gone.

I woke up to muffled voices, but I barely registered them.

Paige’s arms were still wrapped securely around me, her warmth cocooning me in a way that made it impossible to move. I buried my face deeper into her hoodie, inhaling the familiar scent of her detergent.

Somewhere in the background, KK’s voice rang out. “Wait, wait—yo, the chat is killing me right now.”

I frowned, cracking an eye open. Paige was still typing on her laptop, completely unfazed by whatever was happening. KK, Ice, Jana, and Aubrey were still talking animatedly to the iPad.

They were still on live.

I groaned softly, shifting against Paige. “Y’all are seriously still streaming?”

Paige rubbed my back absentmindedly. “Mhm.”

Jana smirked. “The chat’s been going crazy over you.”

I frowned. “What?”

KK cackled, reading out comments.

“She deadass knocked out while they screaming their lungs out over Legos and self-defense.”

“Bro, she’s strong cause I could nevaaa.”

“Paige, she’s sooo done with y’all.”

“It’s giving power couple.”

“They’re gonna make edits of them, I just know it.”

I groaned again, squeezing my eyes shut. “I hate all of you.”

“Love you too, baby,” Paige cooed, pressing a kiss to my temple.

The chat exploded.

“PAIGE PLSSS.”

“She’s so whipped.”

“Nah, I need me a Paige.”

“Paige doing work with y/n in her lap gives.. a single mother vibes.”

“Somebody que up Reba McEntire.”

I sighed, too tired to care. “I’m going back to sleep.”

Paige chuckled. “Go ahead, baby. I got you.”

And just like that, I was out again—chaos and all.

Sometime later—maybe an hour, maybe longer—I woke up to the sensation of being lifted. Paige’s arms were steady as she carried me toward our bedroom, her steps careful despite how exhausted she had to be by now.

“Mm,” I mumbled sleepily, cracking my eyes open just enough to see her face. “Live’s finally over?”

She smiled down at me, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Yeah, baby. Got my homework turned in on time, too.”

I hummed in approval, letting my head rest against her shoulder as she set me down on the bed and pulled the blankets over me. The room was dim, the soft glow from the hallway light casting a shadow across her face.

“Hold on, ma,” she murmured before disappearing into the kitchen. A minute later, she returned with my cup, filled to the brim with ice water. She set it down on my nightstand, her fingers brushing against my forehead as she leaned in. “So you don’t wake up thirsty.”

I blinked up at her, my heart doing an annoying little flip at how effortlessly sweet she was. “You’re the best.”

Paige smirked. “I know.”

I reached out, grabbing her wrist before she could turn away. “Come lay down.”

She hesitated. “I’m not really sleepy yet.”

“Don’t care.” I tugged her toward the bed. “Just come cuddle.”

That was all the convincing she needed. Paige climbed in beside me, her arm slipping under my waist as I curled into her side.

“Okay, but what are we watching?” she asked, grabbing the remote.

I thought for a second before grinning. “Turn on something from Disney Jr.”

Paige gave me a look. “You deadass?”

I nodded. “Yep. Something nostalgic. We can make fun of it while we watch.”

She rolled her eyes, but the fondness in her expression was undeniable. A few moments later, the familiar theme song of Little Einsteins filled the room. I snorted.

Paige smirked. “Classic.”

For the next hour, we laid there, half-watching, half-talking about our day. I told her about how my legs were still sore from practice, how I nearly cussed out a customer at work, and how I saw a dog that reminded me of her on my way home.

She told me about her classes, the new drill Coach Geno had them running, and how she was convinced Ice was going to drop out of school and become a full-time Lego builder.

By the time the clock hit 4 a.m., our words had slowed, our sentences broken by long stretches of silence. Paige’s fingers traced lazy circles against my back, her breath warm against my temple.

“You tired now?” I murmured.

She exhaled softly. “Yeah, baby.”

I nuzzled into her chest. “Finally.”

She chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “Goodnight, ma.”

“‘Night, Paigey.”

And just like that, we drifted off, tangled in each other, with Little Einsteins still playing in the background.

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                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[softsunnyy]

ok but…the hughes boys each claiming a hole…and destroying u all at once…🎤🎤🎤

alr, i think this is too much... 👉🏻👈🏻

🚨 rough sex, little moments that seem non-con, but she enjoys it, i swear. Anal sex, oral sex. All your holes at the same time. Exposing you while you sleep. Using you while you sleep. A good pt.2?? Almost losing consciousness. You can't control your actions. Cumming too hard. And i think that's the majority. 🚨

@kawhh ; @ruinix <33

you feel like you're going crazy. You're overwhelmed, overstimulated, constantly horny, remembering what you did a couple of days ago.

you let your boyfriend fuck you... in front of his brothers.

god, you even put on a show for them, stripping for them and letting them use you to get off. You still remember Quinn's taste, and how good it feels to be filled by Luke.

you even dream about it.

and since that day, a few things have changed. The place is tense. Jack watches with amusement as his brothers seem on edge for you, while you move cautiously, nervous all the time, embarrassed.

and they don't make it easy for you either.

Quinn takes every opportunity to put his hands on your body, like when he saw you in the kitchen and grabbed your waist, moving you so he could reach a spoon. Of course, you knew it was on purpose. The way he made your ass rub against his bulge gave it away.

Luke's always watching you, no matter what you do, making you feel hot. Like when you wanted to sit with them, on that same couch, and his eyes kept looking at your legs, your chest, all of you.

you're surprised nothing more has happened, but you can feel the air getting heavier every day, as if you were standing in front of a bomb that could explode at any moment. You struggle to breathe, you feel so small in every room you enter, and being with the three of them in the same place is overwhelming, and you try to put distance between you and Jack in those situations because you can see his intentions.

you feel dirty, even guilty, because you can't stop thinking about them. You've had dreams about Quinn and Luke, of them fucking you, Luke forcing you to use his thigh, and then Quinn filling you with his long fingers. You've dreamed of having both of them at the same time, then waking up wrapped around your boyfriend.

you blame him because you didn't have these thoughts before, and now you can't stop. It's all you want and need. You need all three of them. You want to be exposed to them again, to be used; but you don't want to take the first step.

it's then that a week has passed, and you're on the same couch, watching a movie with Jack. Your body covered only by his shirt, and you took advantage of the fact that the house was empty to have a long time of entertainment.

your lower back hurts a little now, your legs are a little cramped, so Jack lets you lie on top of him, while he gently strokes your back.

you curl up, seeking his warmth, feeling sleepy and affectionate, wanting to have him as close as possible. And soon the movie began to fade behind you, the voices growing more distant, your vision blurred, your eyelids wanting to close.

in his arms, you fell asleep, forgetting where you were, your situation. Forgetting about your boyfriend's needs for a second.

a couple of minutes pass until the front door opens, and Quinn and Luke walk in, talking about what they did that day, looking at each other until they reach the living room, where they see the scene before them.

Jack smiled and continued stroking your back, watching his brothers' actions out of the corner of his eye, knowing full well that your ass is starting to peek out from the shirt, which is riding up more and more with each caress.

Quinn clears his throat, suddenly feeling heated, his eyes fixed on your thighs, on how your legs are on either side of his brother's hips, making you more exposed, as if you want them to see your pretty, used, still-full pussy.

Luke tries not to look, to ignore what he's feeling, but it's impossible. He can't not look when your ass is there. He wants to grab it, smack it, spit on it. He wants to shove his cock between you and make you whimper for him.

"sit down, she can give you a show," Jack spoke in a low tone, now looking at them, and they obeyed without saying a word, this time both sitting in the direction of your ass, completely attentive.

you're fast asleep, having sweet dreams, like a date with your boyfriend, enjoying the moment and the calm around you... until you start to feel hot. And the plot begins to change. Your boyfriend starts looking at you differently, his eyes lowering to your lips, his hand getting closer and closer to your thigh. Your cheeks begin to burn, and you know what's coming.

in real life, Jack begins to lift your (his) shirt, exposing your sweet pussy, with traces of his cum staining your swollen lips. With his hands, he grabs your ass cheeks, parting them, massaging them, leaving his fingers marked by his strong grip.

Quinn begins to unbutton his pants, releasing his cock, which is slowly hardening. He wants to shove his cock into your ass, fuck you so hard that you can only scream, babble, tears streaming down your eyes as he takes you. The thought alone makes his blood heat up and his legs tense.

Luke touches his bulge through his pants, watching his brother's cum slide out of your hole a little more, and he remembers when he did the same thing, filling you with him. He wants to do it again. He wants to fill you so much, making you pregnant.

and you? you whimper in your sleep, enjoying how fake Jack places his hand between your legs, caressing your pussy while kissing your neck. It makes you rub unconsciously, enjoying it.

the real Jack takes one of his hands from your ass to bring it to your pussy, masturbating you with two of his fingers, running between your folds, playing with your still sensitive and swollen clit. He can feel his fluids dripping over his fingers, and you moan, moving as if you know what's happening, as if you know there are more people watching.

Quinn can't take his eyes off you, everyone can hear how hard and fast he pulls on his cock, thinking of so many things he could do to your body, without caring that you're his brother's girlfriend.

Luke decides to release his cock, big, veiny, and completely hard thanks to you, because of the wonderful view you're giving them.

your dream becomes more and more explicit, the fake Jack sliding his fingers so deep, while the real one rubs your clit faster and faster, moving his fingers in circles, slapping your pussy, making your juices squirt and wet everything.

you moan, moving faster and faster, more roughly, seeking your release, making Jack give you what you want, under the eyes of his brothers. And it's when you're about to cum that you wake up, dizzy, your vision blurred, your mind fogged, breathing heavily, your hole throbbing, your folds wet, and your boyfriend smiling.

you're confused, but you break into a moan when his fingers don't stop moving, torturing you. You say his name like a broken record, rubbing yourself against his bulge, your eyes fixed on him.

"Jack, i'm gonna..." your gasp interrupts you, and you rest your hands on his chest, moving faster and faster, your legs shaking. It was the best way to wake up.

it's then that he looks behind you and decides to speak, "come on, join us."

your eyes widen, but you can't straighten up because one of his hands is holding you still, pressed against his body. Then you feel a presence behind you, and warm, large hands grab your waist.

someone stands at the end of the couch, in front of your face, and when you look up, you find Luke, grinning, his cock out, almost touching your cheek.

"what?" you panic a little, wanting to back away, feeling so exposed, but they won't let you.

Jack's hands leave your body, and he begins to unbutton his pants, pulling them down with some difficulty, followed by his underwear. His cock is so hard and big.

it's then that you realize how lost you are, the compromising position, your dreams coming true, and you can't help but whimper, feeling like a whore, eager for his cocks, to be filled in every hole until you can't think of anything but sex.

you feel addicted, overwhelmed, your mind completely clouded, and you have no rational thought. You feel like you've been set up, but you can't even get angry about it.

refuse or let them use you? i think the answer is easier than you think.

one of your hands moves down to your boyfriend's cock, and your body rises slightly. You align his tip against your hole, which throbs, desperate to be filled. The hands on your waist force you down, sliding him into your tight walls until he bottoms out, drawing a moan from your throat.

your pussy was already sore, stretched, and you can feel it breaking again, making your poor walls ache. But at the same time, it's incredibly pleasurable, and you can't help but let whimpers escape your mouth.

Jack tries to move you, to get you used to it once more, knowing your body is still sore, but also knowing you need to cum, to release.

Quinn and Luke are patient, giving you time, but when you start moving on your own, jerking, making Jack's cock slide in faster and faster, they knew they could keep going.

Luke places his hand on your chin and forces you to look at him. Your neck aches, your eyes glassy, your lips reddish, and you see him, his big cock right in front of your face. You don't hesitate to open your mouth, ready for him, and he's quick slide in, slowly, inch by inch until you're choking. His tip touches so deep in your throat it makes you gag, and yet it doesn't come out, but instead begins to move. Your moans are dying now, vibrating against his skin.

your pussy welcomes your boyfriend eagerly, recognizing him, welcoming him home, molding to his size, suffocating him, your juices flying, and a ring of his old cum forming at its base.

Luke places one of his hands in your hair, and makes you swallow him deeper as he begins to move. You can feel it throbbing, how hot it is, and you try to calm the gags a little. You want to make him feel good. You wanna feel his cum going down your throat.

but someone's missing, waiting for you to feel comfortable, safe, calm. Someone waiting for your body to stop being tense, riding Jack's cock like it's the last time, while you swallow Luke's as if it's the last thing you could do.

Quinn was attentive, he waited, he analyzed, he let his cock reach its limit, and when the pain was unbearable, he decided he would use you.

and he won't be gentle, he won't be sweet.

you're a whore to them, so he's going to treat you like this.

with his hands, he spreads your ass cheeks. Your other hole is so tight, calling out to him. He knows you'll be so tight, that you'll take him so well. God, you're going to suffocate him. He'll never want to leave you again.

he adjusted himself, found a way to get comfortable, and then grabbed his cock, touching your hole with his tip. You almost panicked. You felt so full, so satisfied. You didn't think anything else could enter your body, but your mind was so foggy, your body so helpless. You couldn't say anything, just accept what was coming.

he began to slide in, sighing heavily, feeling the difference. You squeezed him so hard, it was hard to move, but he forced his way in, pushing his way in, expanding your walls brutally. And you screamed, moaning against Luke's cock, while you drool and fat tears fell down your cheeks, landing on Jack's face, who enjoyed it, feeling how you were even tighter now, so tense.

Quinn only gave you a couple of seconds, but then he started moving and it was rough, it was fast, making Jack's cock slide in faster than before. And you feel full, your holes aching, your throat strained. Your face is a mess, and your pussy is so soaked that juices are spurting out, staining everything.

your pussy is red, irritated, your ass is pink. You can't do anything, you can't control your movements, you just let them move, using you at their pace. You're like their doll, their toy.

they move faster, seeking their own release, and you're so lost in your sensations that you can't even warn them that the knot has formed inside you again, even stronger than before. Your legs spasm, your hands become fists, your belly aches and tingles, and when it happens, neither Quinn nor Jack can move, feeling you come.

from that moment on, you completely lose control, your jaw loosens, your body almost completely falling onto Jack's. You see colored dots, getting closer to losing consciousness, but you let them use you, let them continue. And you feel overstimulated, too full.

Luke is the first of the three to cum, filling your throat, making you choke, unable to breathe, just swallow and swallow. He tastes delicious to you, and when he removes his cock from your mouth, you unconsciously try to follow him, to get him back in you, which makes the three of them laugh at you.

he caresses your cheek, watching your eyes slowly close, and after locking eyes with Jack, he decides to place a small kiss on your lips, tasting his own flavor, making you whimper, receiving affection after a while.

with his kisses, he tries to distract you, to make you feel warm, but they're destroying you, giving you no rest, hammering inside you, as if they're competing to see who will leave you unable to walk. Like they're competing to own your body, and their egos are so big that they won't rest until they're done with that fight.

your clit rubs against Jack's body again and again, and when another knot forms inside you, you have to pull away from Luke's mouth, crying, begging them to have mercy, to stop for a moment. They pay no attention, and you reach your limit once more, closing your eyes tightly. Then they both cum inside you, at the same time, filling you with thick white strips, each claiming a hole, filling you so much.

you're swollen, irritated, and your vision so blurry and dark that you're not surprised when your entire body collapses, causing you to fall completely on top of Jack, battling between consciousness and unconsciousness, your breathing heavy, but feeling incredibly satisfied.

you've dreamed about this a thousand times since what happened, but you never thought you'd feel this good. You don't think you can stop after this. You need them like you need breathing.

can Jack learn to share long-term? you used to be just his girl, and he doesn't like the way Luke keeps looking at you with hearts in his eyes, while Quinn refuses to come out of you, challenging him with his gaze.

what did he do?

[arolesbianism]

If I had the freedom of not knowing there is going to be future new lore stuff added to oni I would do unspeakable things to so many of these guys. Or Id just make them normal guys who just sorta exist. Either or.

[creative-hanyou-girl]

I'm convinced that when we had anime-only episodes that actually did InuKag justice and portrayed them all cute and lovey-dovey, that it was a seperate team of writers, or a seperate director, than the ones who always made them look bad or overdramatized the whole Kikyou narrative. Seriously, when you compare the episodes where InuKag are the sole focus as opposed to the ones where Kikyou is brought up, it's like a completely different series.

so mad they robbed us of more inukag scenes in the anime because the scenes we did get are SO good. i love how inuyasha's voice softens and we barely ever get to hear him like that