#AND THEN HE FUCKING SHOWS UP BEHIND HER. AND RUINS IT. AND THE MUSIC CONTINUES. AND THEN AERITH SAYS THAT?????

[demigod-of-the-agni]

FF7 REBIRTH SPOILERS!!!!

when i tell you i was crying in this sequence I MEAN IT

[victoryverse]

soap and gaz's reaction to you going commando on a celebratory dinner>>

soap:

johnny would be...flabbergasted 😂 eyes would be blown wide and mind going a million miles per minute as he actually takes in the situation in front of him.

theren you are, having vodka shots in your cute little dress, when there' nothing on underneath, and one blow of wind, or something, and yo would be exposed to the entirety of his team.

he would come up behind you, pressing his hard cock to your ass, and you would immediately straighten up, the curve of his bulge fitting perfectly between your cheeks.

he would whisper in your ear, "aye, bonnie. you've got it all naked underneath, ain't it?" in his accent.

you would shiver, nodding, "yeah", a small whisper

"shall i bent y'over and show everyone how desperate ye're for m'cock? hm? " with a subtle press forward, that has your pelvis pressed up against the pool table.

"no--no, johnny" you would mumble, but your wetness pooling between your thighs would tell a completely diff story: wetness dripping out of your pussy, getting uncomfortable and wet.

"bet ye're dripping down there, aren't ya? creaming all over those pretty thighs of yours? hm? bet you want me to fuck you nice and good, so good there's cum dripping out of y'cunt, and you're a mess, all tears on y'face from how good it feels?"

you would audibly moan, eyes widening in surprise as soon as you would realize what happened. no one is looking at you, though. the music is loud enough, and everyone is drunk enough.

"see? they can't hear, wouldn't even notice if I bent you over her and fucked you bloody raw, lass. unless, of course, you make noises for me, yeah? pretty moans and whimpers and mewls, all the while your tiny, tight pussy clenched m'cock like it owns it? hm?"

gaz

gaz is the pretty boy, would get red-cheeked and immediately sober up.

"wh-what? you're-you're wearning nothing underneath? oh m'god-what if someone sees?"

red cheeks with the most innocent look, you would just reply with, "let them, wouldn't you want to show off your pretty girl? hm? fuck me here, kyle, please? put your thick cock in me and fuck me till I can't even speak"

"shh! someone could hear" even though his cock would be struggling in his boxers. he would gulp down, seeing around. no one has their gazes on you, everyone's busy with their own. then,he would get up, grabbing your hand and taking you to the bathroom stalls

would push you in one, getting after you and locking it good.

"oh fuck. thought I would cum right then and there"

you would look down at his crotch, his cock tenting in his pants. his eyes would be droopy, pupils blown out and full of lust.

you would smirk, getting down on your knees in front of him and quickly undoing his pants, pulling his cock out, precum oozing out the tip that you immediately lick off

his hand would slam at the wall beside him, his legs going week as you would take him down your throat.

"feels good? hm?" you would ask, whilst choking around his dick. he would nod, head thrown back and adam's apple bobbing as his mind would go empty with the way you're sucking his cock

you would use your hands to fondle his balls, massaging them while his cock hits the back of your throat, drool and spit all over your mouth as you try to make him cum in record time.

and that he does. 4 minutes and a few more seconds to be exact. his salty release inside your mouth while you gulp it down, and his legs almost give out.

"fuck, goddamn it, jesus, fuck" continuous mumbles of curses, while you pull his pants back up to the way they were.

he would immediately look into your eyes, asking "what about you?" without actually saying it.

"my dress and thighs and pussy are ruined anyways, all sticky and creamy. so you should just take me home and ruin me then."

you would slap his bum while walking out, and the shocked look on his face would be enough to say that he will be giving you back so many of those later.

[spitgobbler]

Sweet Treat

I’m not a big halloween fan but I wanted to post at least something so here’s a smutty fic of fucking fboy leon at a Halloween party <3

pairing: fboy!leon kennedy x fem!reader

tags: fucking in Halloween costumes, handcuffs, dirty talk, pussy spanking, p in v, nipple play, fake fangs, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, smut with a tiny bit of plot, unprotected sex

"Aren't you glad I forced you to come? You look smoking." Your best friend giggled, loud music blaring in her home. Her parents home actually, but they were out of town.

You stood there clad in a sexy black corset, a black mini skirt, and fishnets. Oh, and don't forget the fake fangs she forced you to apply to complete your vampire costume.

You look at her blankly, "Yeah, totally.."

It's not that you hated Halloween, the opposite actually, it was more so that you hated parties. The migraine inducing music, the over abundance of intoxicated people… no thanks.

Your best friend huffs with a eye roll. "See? This is why I said you need some dick. Get that attitude fucked out of you"

Grinning slyly, she pats your shoulder. "Let me get out of your hair."

When she walks away in her skimpy little nurse costume, confusion is visible on your features. What was she up to now?

A muscular arm cages you in before you could follow her, causing you to step back, pressing your back against the wall in surprise. Eyes trailing up to see who it was, you came face to face to a pretty blonde man in a cop costume with too many buttons undone than what would be appropriate for an actual cop.

“You’re so pretty that I’d let you suck me dry,” He flirts, one of his hands tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “In more ways than one.”

Oh. That’s why your bestie fled.

The attention makes your thighs clench, he was coming onto you so strongly that you couldn’t help but be swept up in his advances.

“In more ways than one? These aren’t real fangs, you know.” You voice, trying to reject him at first despite how your body was beginning to react to his close proximity.

Leon just laughs, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip before tugging it down to see your fake fangs. “Come on, it’s Halloween. I think I need to take you up to the station for being such a downer.”

He grabs your hand with a surprisingly gentle grasp and begins to lead you past the drink table and up the decorated staircase. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Officer Leon Kennedy will take good care of you.”

You find yourself in some spare room, pressed up against the locked door. Leon’s warm hands trailing up your thighs teasingly as his lips press plush against yours.

A small moan bubbles from your throat when he pressed his tongue against yours, his thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh of your hips beneath your miniskirt to show his appreciation for your cute little sounds.

His touch is more tantalizing than you’d like to admit, your pussy growing wetter with each touch, kiss, and caress.

You whimper when his fingers tease you through your damp panties, grasping for his biceps that bulge against his cop costume.

“Ah, fuck, Leon.” Brows furrowing at his touch and your hips twitch.

Leon continues to drag his fingers against your panties, the miniskirt you wore bunched up at your hips.

“I make you feel good, don’t I?” He breathes out, lips curling up pleased. “I know I do.”

Fingers nudging at your throbbing clit and rubbing messy, harsh circles against the sensitive bud, it has your breath stolen and jaw slack.

You whine out for him, “Please,”

Your pleas have him kissing your cheek sweetly as he brings you closer and closer to release, that warm pool of arousal building in your core. Those lacy panties separating his fingers from your weeping cunt adds to the mind numbing pleasure.

Mewling and whining, your hips rock to grind your clit against his fingers. “Close, m’so close.”

“Won’t you cum for me? Come on, I know you can.” Leon coos, slipping his digits through a opening in your fishnets and beneath your ruined garment with slight pressure that makes your legs go weak.

You gasp, moaning lewdly as your composure breaks completely. Pussy clenching around nothing as you fall over the edge and gush all over his fingers. Leon moans lowly at the sight, wet sounds squelching when he slows his ministrations to help you through your orgasm.

Pulling his fingers away, your mind is mushy when he eases you down onto your weak knees in front of him. When he fiddles with his belt, you look up at him with lust glazed eyes. Hands resting on his thighs and a fogged mind from your orgasm.

That lewd expression of yours makes his cock kick in his hand, taking a deep shuddering breath as his arousal flares.

Leon’s hand caresses your hair while his other slowly pumps his cock, a pearl of pre dribbling out. “I know you know what to do,“

It doesn’t even phase you that he’s hinting at your bloodsucking vampire costume, more intrigued by his taste and so you obey him. Lips pressing against his needy tip before your tongue slips out to lap at his slit, causing a long deep groan to spill from his lips.

“That’s it,” he praises, brushing your hair out of your face once more with a surprisingly intimate touch.

Licking at the vein on the underside, Leon grips your hair slightly as he shudders. His pretty blues gazing down into your eyes half lidded, as you tease his leaking cock.

His hand presses down on your head, wanting you to take him in your pretty mouth. “Watch the fangs, sweetheart.”

Relaxing your jaw, you slide his cock into your warm wet mouth and he whimpers from the suction.

“Shit, yes…” One of his hands press against the door for support, eyebrows knitting together from the feel of your mouth and tongue moving against his needy cock with every bob you make.

“Good fucking girl,” he hissed out, using the last bit of restraint left in him, Leon pulls you off him with a huff. “Spit on it, spit on my fucking cock.”

Wet saliva clicks in your mouth before pooling on your tongue. You spit a fat glob onto his cock which sends a shiver down his spine.

Leon’s cop uniform is straining at the buttons with how hard he’s breathing. “Stroke it,” He commands breathlessly.

“Like this?” You murmur, soft hand smearing your saliva over his dick along with his pre cum that oozes profusely from his flushed tip. Eyes looking up prettily at him for any sign of approval.

In which he nods, hands moving to help you up. Leon’s hands slip behind your back and begins to unravel the lace that held your corset snuggly to your form. “Let’s get you out of this, yeah?”

You nod appreciatively when your torso is freed from the confines of the corset, “Thank you.”

A groan falls from Leon’s plush lips at the sight of your tits, the corset forgotten at the floor. Leon picks you up with ease and presses you into the mattress.

Placing soft wet kisses to the flesh of your breasts with a hum. Your cheeks flush from the attention to them, it was something you felt that previous hookups tend to forget but Leon most certainly didn’t.

“Ah… mmh,” Gasping softly from the teasing kisses to your breasts.

Leon grins softly, “You like that? Fuck, you’re so pretty, so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

He flicks his tongue against your nipple while his hand teases and pinches the other causing them to pebble up and harden.

A whimper rips from your throat when Leon pressed his tongue flat against it, before his lips circle around it and sucking gently.

You squirm beneath him, “O-Oh, s’good.”

The look he gives looks you is so proud and he sucks on your breasts eagerly. “Mm…”

“Don’t wanna forget this one, now do we?” His attention is now on your other breast, licking and sucking all over the sensitive and soft flesh.

It makes you whine, writhing and moaning from all of it and you swear you’ll go crazy if he doesn’t do something more.

Leon paints your chest in pretty shades of rouge and it doesn’t even cross your mind that once the two of you are done fooling around that everyone will see his marks all over your breasts because of your corset.

“L-Leon, come on already.” You whine.

You hear a metallic jangle and you’re flipped over, face down ass up. His strong hands pull your arms behind your back and the handcuffs he had for his costume are secured onto your wrists.

“Gonna have to cuff you for being so impatient, baby.” Leon pushed your miniskirt back over your hips and his hands clench at your fishnets, forearms and biceps tensing as he rips a hole in them right at your crotch.

The sound felt so lewd, sending even more waves of arousal to your cunt. Your panties were already no good and they just clung to your pretty pussy to the point where you wanted him to rip those too.

Leon settles behind you, moving your panties to the side to reveal your needy pussy. He groans right in your ear when he rubs the tip of his cock between your wet folds, a moan of your own spilling against the mattress.

“So fucking naughty, letting a cop touch you like this.” He murmurs to you, slowly easing just the tip in and he teases you with it. Gently and slowly, pressing his tip just barely in repeatedly, it leaves you wanting more.

You press your ass back into his pelvis, trying to get more of him inside and he chuckles breathily. “Quit playing around, want you to put it in.”

Leon lets a hand slip around your hip, spanking your clit just a bit. You jump and choke out a whimper, desperation doubling when he spanks it again.

“I always give it to pretty girls like you, don’t worry.” He reassures with one more spank to your clit, making it throb.

Mounting you from behind Leon eases his fat cock into your wet hole, hands writhing in the cuffs from the pleasurable stretch.

Both of you moan and being the nice guy he is, Leon gives you a moment to adjust before fully sheathing himself inside of you.

The feeling in your cunt is so full, absolutely stuffed with his thick cock and it has you mewling already. Breathing all heavy and cheeks warmed with arousal and desire.

“Please, let me move,” Leon begs quietly, grasping at your hips. “…please.”

It’s like he’s become desperate once he’s inside your warm wet pussy, walls snug around every inch of him. He wants, needs, to feel you cum around his cock.

You nod, giving him permission to do as he pleases and Leon whimpers, rocking his hips into you slowly before increasing his pace. His tip smushing and pressing into your cervix, Leon grabs at your hands that were cuffed behind your back and uses them as leverage to fuck into your tight cunt harder.

Eyes rolling back, Leon groans, “F-Fuck, gonna make you my girl with a pussy like this.”

“Yes… yes!” Back arching like a cat as he dicks you down so good you might have to come back for more.

His pelvis smacks into your ass with each harsh thrust, sharp slaps of sticky skin ringing out that’s drowned out by the Halloween music downstairs. You writhe beneath him, his cock making you tremble and moan out into the sheets.

The strain in your cuffed arms burns but oh god, the way it’s blurs with the pleasure of Leon’s cock sliding in and out of you, reducing you into a needy, whiny, whore.

It was so sloppy, the wettest nastiest sounds squelching from your weeping pussy and he just fucks you even more eagerly with the lubrication of both of yours arousal.

“Wanna cum, Leon…” you slur out, drooling as your eyes flutter back. Mind all mushy that it can only process the way Leon abuses your cunt in such a toe curling manner .

He huffs, letting go of your cuffed arms to reach around your hip like previously, he spanks your clit and moans when it causes you the clench around his cock with a strangling grip.

“Cum. Cum for me, god, need to feel it,” Leon pleas, rubbing your clit in frantic messy circles when he feels his own climax bubbling. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

With a few more thrusts accompanied by his fingers busy with your swollen clit, you feel that familiar warmth before it spreads throughout your body.

“A-Ah, ah, m’cumming!” Your orgasm crashing against your senses, cumming all over his cock which triggers his own release.

Warm seed spilling into your tight little pussy with a whimper that falls into a long moan, Leon’s thrusts faltering as his chest heaves and his cheeks flush. Pretty blue eyes clenched shut and brows furrowed as he takes in the waves of his release.

After a few moments, he eases out of you and removes the fake cuffs, helping you lay comfortably on the bed before flopping next to you. Both of you breathing heavily as your mind begins to solidify out of that mushy state Leon put you in.

Your eyes blearily look at the blonde when he cuddles up to you so sweetly, which is a change of pace from what just occurred.

“I know things are a bit reversed, but,” Leon gulps in some air as he comes down from his high and he looks a tad bit nervous. “Why don’t you let me take you on a date?”

As you walk hand in hand with Leon, strolling through the park and enjoying the ice cream he bought you, you felt a vibration in your purse.

“Can you hold this?” You ask, extending your cone.

He smiles and nods, “Anything for you, pretty girl.” Letting go of your hand, he takes it from you and sneaks a quick taste of the flavor you got with a pleased hum.

Fumbling and rummaging in your purse, you finally grasp your phone and check the message your bestie had sent you.

‘I know I said you needed some dick but why my parents room?’ It read.

You giggle loudly, shooting her a quick, ‘Oops!’ before slipping your phone back into your purse and resuming your date with Leon.

[dilfl0v3rss]

WAIT CS I HAVE AN IDEA-

Y/n sneaks out to a party that she don’t have no business in going and ony catches her when she get home and fuck ha shit upp Like he always doo

AWWWW SHIT NAAAAAAA. I LIKE WHERE THIS IS GOINGGGGG.😩😩😩

party pooper

cw: gun violence

word count: 2.1k

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you were thinking about this party all week, having an outfit and everything picked so you didn’t have anything to worry about the day of. ony knew you were going out tonight, but you kind of left out the fact that you were going to the trenches to shake ass at a party. he still ended up finding out anyways, telling you to stay your ass home, but who tf want to do that.

he wasn’t supposed to be home until late so you figured you could just sneak out and be back by the time he got home. so that’s exactly what you did. your friend was outside your house by ten and you got right tf up outta there, skirt riding up your ass as you ran to the car in excitement. “bitchhh you ready?” sasha yelled, hands gripping the steering wheel as she shook in excitement.

“nah i’m actually shakin in my boots. if this man find out i think he might kill me furreal.” you and sasha were basically in the same predicament, going to this party without the approval of your boyfriends. “who give a fuck? we live right now and we’ll die laterrrr.” you giggled, nodding your head in agreement as you turned up the music and sung along for the rest of the journey.

the party was jumping. there was bitches shaking ass (including you), niggas selling drugs, and good music playing so loud that it could be heard down the block. you and sasha got comfortable real quick and we’re honestly having the most fun you’ve had in awhile. “this is your song girl you can’t let these hoes outdo youuu!!” sasha yelled as the intro to freak hoe by speaker knockerz began to play. you made your way to the middle of the floor swaying side to side until the beat dropped.

ass shaking in circles as you leaned over and held onto sasha’s arms for support. everyone’s eyes gravitated towards you as you continued moving to the song, that was until three loud gunshots were heard. bodies began to scatter everywhere as the entire party got ruined. people were jumping out of windows and running in random peoples cars just to get away from the cause of the deadly sound.

you and sasha finally made it to her car. pissed that your fun was ruined. “Y/N! bring your ass over here, NOW!!” your body froze as you listened to the familiar voice. while you was too busy being hardheaded and living it up at a party you shouldn’t be at, you didn’t think to try to at least be lowkey. ony and connie were chilling at their trap house when he looked one of his friend’s story. there you were, shaking ass for the whole world to see, skirt practically on your stomach as you gave everyone a show.

“man ima kill this girl” connie looked at his friend in concern before bubbling with the same anger as he watched the video replay on his phone. “i know that’s not my girl in the back. yea we out.” connie grumbled, pointing at sasha who was right behind you recoding as well. with that the two of them sped to the party, guns hidden securely on their waists as they walked inside.

ony didn’t plan on shooting it up, he actually was just gon calmly grab you up outta there for your safety because this is a bad area you were in. he looked around the house until his eyes landed on the center of a big circle of people. once he registered the sight in front of him he could help but reach right for his gun. your boyfriend was nowhere near insecure. he knew it was your body and that you had every right to shake some ass if you wanted, but the sight of the men around you made him sick.

cameras out, zooming closer and closer to your more private areas as you were obliviously dancing along to your favorite song. in no time his gun was out and there were three bullets let off in the ceiling. ony watched the people scatter as he waited inside for the house to be empty. him and connie stood on the porch, watching you stand next to sasha while she scrambled in her bag for her keys.

“m’not playin wit you girl. come over here now or it’s just gon be worse for you at home.” your legs moved slowly as you thought of an excuse as to why you were here. before you knew it, you were face to face with his heavy breathing chest, instantly making you revert your eyes to the ground. “unt uhh look at me mama. ian down there.” his strong hand wrapped around your throat, forcing your head to shoot upwards towards his face.

“here’s what’s gon happen. you gon get in the car, quietly. ion wanna here no crying or whining during this whole ride or ima add it on to the lesson ima teach you when we get home, understand?” his voice was low and menacing as he stared into your eyes, face drained of any emotion. “o-okay.” your lungs filled with air as ony let go of your neck, nodding towards his car.

you sat in the passenger seat scared shitless as you watched him give the guy that threw the party a stack of cash, probably for the damage he caused, before dapping connie up and saying goodnight to sasha. he got in the car quietly, not sparing you a single glacé before driving the two of you home. the ride was completely silent like he wanted. any excuses you thought of were quickly swallowed as well as the urge to cry.

you didn’t even notice when you got home until you felt your door open. “let’s go.” ony mumbled. he walked you to the living room, manspreading on the couch while you stared down at him. “m’really really really so-” he sucked his teeth before throwing you over hip lap. skirt already so short that his brown eyes got a good view of your soaked panties. warm palm caressing your ass as he spoke. “what’d i tell you baby?”

the smoothness of his voice made you shiver. “why you shakin’? ian spank you yet.” a chuckle rumbled from ony’s chest as he listened intently for your reply. “m’scared.” you were terrified. usually when you’d get in trouble your boyfriend would lecture you and make a big fuss so his calmness was very foreign to you.

“good.” a hard smack was brought to your ass causing the pending tears in your eyes to begin to fall. your hands instantly flew to cover your burning skin, sheliding them from his rough palms. “you know why ian want you over there right?” he grabbed both of your hands into his singular one, ignoring your whimpers. “b-because it’s n-not sa-“

“because it’s not fucking safe, that’s right. a nigga could’ve put sum in your drink or snatched you up. that’s the shit that be happening at parties like that and instead of being my good girl and listening to me, you decided to be. a. brat.” three more strikes were made to your ass. each harder than the last as you thrashed around on his thighs. “m-m’sorry papa.”

your tears created a small wet patch to form on the couch. you honestly didn’t mean to make him worry so much. it was just that you haven’t gotten to go out in awhile and wanted to finally have some fun. the wet patch went unnoticed until your cheek was smushed into it. ony removed himself from under you, positioning his body behind your before pushing your back down. “yea i bet you are baby. hold onto that pillow right there.”

head nodding towards the cushion as he untied the strings of his sweatpants. you gushed at the sight of his print through his grey briefs, moaning out loud as you thought of how good he was going to feel. “look straight mama. this a punishment, not a reward.” you obeyed, gripping the pillow tightly as you prepared yourself for the stinging stretch of his dick.

“be g-gentle daddy.” you mumbled as ony gripped both of your asscheeks, pulling your panties to the side and squeezing them as he spreader them apart. “be obedient.” he trusted his full length into you, giving you no time to prepare as he began pounding you into the cushion of the couch. “oouuu fuck mama. you always so tight.” ony groaned, hand flat on your back as his other delivered many slaps on your ass.

you outstretched your arm, pushing at his stomach for him to ease up. “p-pleaseeee aahhgg. jus take a little out daddyyyy.” whining as you were already trying to run from him. ony grabbed the bottom of your shirt, pulling your ass all the way back to him to the point where you were flush against his stomach. “stop running and take this shit. and move your fucking hand. barely even started yet.” he slapped your hand away, continuing to pound into you.

all eight inches of him curving just right in your pussy. as you got more used to his size, your heat grew wetter as the constant friction. moans began flying from your mouth left and right making you tighten round him. “there you go mama. takin me like a good girl.” his hips began snapping into you harder, making it more difficult for you to take him. “ahh w-wait a little bit daddy. s’too biggg.”

ignoring you, ony thrusted into you harder, pushing your back down lower so he could reach that spongy spot deep inside you. your stomach brushed against the couch as your body jolted. “unt uhh baby where’s the big girl that like t’sneak out, huh? where’s the girl that like to go out and shake her ass in a skimpy lil skirt while her man is worried sick about her?” where she at?”

wetness trickling down your thighs as you kept your death grip on the pillow. “s-she said she’s ahh s-sorry. m’sorryyyy daddyyy.” ony halted his trusts, giving you a hard slap on your ass and tightening his grip on your shirt. “mhmm throw that ass back princess. make it up to daddy.” his strong arm started you off by pulling you back and forth by your shirt before letting you do it on your own. ass clapping repeatedly as you twerked on his dick.

his brown eyes rolling as he felt you clench tighter around him. you continued working yourself on his shaft, chasing your upcoming orgasm. “d-daddy?”you were met with nothing but his hips fucking you back as he stared at where the two of you were connected. he was hypnotized by your body. “baby?” his head snapped up towards yours, shaking himself out of his thoughts before replying. “y-yea pretty? ahh fuck.” he breathed.

“i’m r-really sorry. i d-didn’t mean to make y-you worry, honest. i-i jus wanted t’go have funn, and when you told me the day of that i wasn’t allowed i g-got a little upset. i wont g-go over there e-ever again i swearrrr.” you began pushing yourself back harder as you held eye contact. ony’s resolve weakened as he felt his blood begin rushing to his dick, signaling to him he was going to cum if he didn’t get in control quickly.

ony’s hand tangled in your hair before pulling you up to his chest, arm wrapping around your middle as he kissed up and down your neck. his long tongue licked a stripe behind your ear before whispering dirty words to you. “mhmm. m’not finna say it’s okay ‘cause it’s not, but i forgive you mama. now keep making daddy feel good and i’ll give you this nut. how dat sound?” his teeth closed around your ear, gold girls pinching the skin. “y-yes please.”

the both of you moved on one accord, fucking each other dumb as you reached your climax’s. body growing weak and legs shaking as your thick cream rushed down his shaft. ony easily held you up, continuing to use you as his personal fleshlight. “ughh fuck baby m’finna cum.” his pace quickened, hips pistoning into you as you screamed from the overstimulation. he gave you one final trust before kissing you to keep you quiet, moaning into your mouth as his hot ropes flowed into your walls.

the two of you stayed like that for awhile, giving each other light kisses as you panted in each others mouths. “lemme get the water ready mama. we needa take a bath.”

[reveluving]

don’t know if you’re still taking shy!wife requests but if you are what about soap x shy!wife where he sits her in front of a mirror and makes her watch as he plays with her 🤭 but he stops if she looks away

WHY ARE YOU ENCOURAGING FICTIONAL ME’S ULTIMATE KINK UNPROVOKED

Includes: mirror kink (minors DNI!), petnames ('baby'), fingering/fingerfu~cking, thigh-slapping, praising, teasing, edging, mentions of overstimulation

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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It should’ve hit you why he had a sinister smile when you suggested adding a large mirror in the bedroom. Just an innocent idea, you wanted to make the space look bigger.

That was until he came up behind you, toying with the hem of your shirt as he purred.

“Y’don’t possibly think we wouldn’t have some fun with it, did’ya? Just imagine; holdin’ ya in front o’me, appreciatin’ these sweet curves with nothin’ coverin’ ya.”

Your wide eyes weren’t from mortification or anything the like, far from it. But it did make your heart jump like crazy. You were already a little ‘skittish’ at the thought of fully exposing yourself under a bright light, though Johnny, bless your husband, never giving up in showing you what he sees in you, body and soul.

And as he kissed your shoulder, judging by your silence, he knew he got you.

He was leaning against the headboard, his legs spread for you to occupy—handing the spotlight for you to dominate as he worked his wonders in the background.

He had a knack for slapping your thighs whenever his touch jolted you into covering your legs. Not painful ones, not unless you were feeling a tad naughty, just surprising ones, but a warning nonetheless. It contrasted with the way he was kissing you, alternating between soft kisses, the ones where he’d leave ticklish smooches on the corner of your lips, and then sliding his tongue against yours, a sign that he could barely conceal his patience.

Sighing in appreciation each time he spreads your lips with his middle and ring finger.

Murmuring praises against your neck in between his kisses.

“Ah-ah. You know the rules.”

“Y’hear that? Fuck. Y’already clenchin’, baby? Just one finger?”

“Eyes on the mirror, baby. That’s it. Such pretty eyes lookin’ a’me.”

“Can y’feel me throbbin’ against ya? If I just… roll my hips… Oh, y’like that, don’t ya?”

The expressiveness of your husband, his eagerness to please you while making you watch yourself didn’t help. Not especially when he doesn’t hesitate to stop, to tease you further whenever your eyes roll back to the point of nearly closing them.

His middle finger was soaked, and so was his ring. The band glistened in the dim light, having played and plunged in your tight heat like his life depended on it so he could hear your whines grow at a higher pitch whenever he’d pick up the pace. Stopping as soon as you closed your eyes whenever it got too much, too good.

His ring played a huge part in it at the start, feeling you jump each time he pressed the initially cold metal against your burning skin.

He found your attempts to wriggle away from his adorable, with one of his muscular arms folding your chest. All while his hand switched between kneading your beautiful breasts and digging his fingers into your soft skin, just enough for you to feel them the next day.

Your voice came out in a long, pathetic whine before you forced out his name, “Nghhh—Johnny…”

Music to his fucking ears.

His fingers were relentless, continuing to rub your clit feverishly, even when you were already three orgasms in. There was something about the way your lips parted every time, or how addictive how juices felt as they smeared most of his fingers or how ruined the sheets were.

Just how he liked it.

And unless you used your safeword anytime soon, he was already planning on laying you on your back, longing for a taste. The mess you had made on his fingers was just the start, shamelessly licking them off by your ear, and with a pop while locking his eyes with your glassy, fucked-out ones in the mirror.

He wanted, hell, he needed to taste you. The real deal. To flick your clit with his tongue, to tease along your lips from your tight hole and up, to nose at the stain you had left on the blankets from just his fingers stretching you.

Oh, his cock swelled just as his mind grew lighthearted just at the very thought of it.

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[pixeechix21]

Toxic!stalker! Ghost

Summary: you're petty and decide to teach Simon (Ghost) a lesson. Too bad he’s a stubborn cunt. He tracks you down in the club, with another guy, after kicking him out he decides to show you who’s really in control

TW: very rough, TOXIC, explicit, jealousy, harm, degradation, praise (kinda) there’s more but IDK soooo…. Oh well. Plz read at own risk this is very toxic stalkerish

You got a message from him just, short and blunt.

-Don’t go out tonight.

you huff out annoyed at how he’s so controlling. 

- Fuck you don’t own, just watch me xx.

 You type back furiously then turn to your best friend, “imma need something stronger,” you say to her as you rummage through her room looking for the vodka. 

“He still at it? You know you really need to fix your obsession with those types babe,” she shakes her head smiling as she zips up her dress then goes to help you with yours. 

“Get back to me when you follow your own advice,” you joke laughing. She gives you a playful slap and continues with her makeup.

At the club you feel your head swimming already. You just want to get lost to the flow of the music, and push Ghost to the back of your head. The bouncer gives you both a sleazy up down, that prompts you to go deeper into the club. “Y/N!” you hear a familiar voice, wide eyed you make direct contact with Simon’s hazel eyes. “Look at you! You bonnie lasses,” Soap’s accent is heavier as he gives you a drunken hug and one to Eve. 

You smile trying your best not to give in to the urge to look at Ghost again. “I thought you weren’t going out,” you shout over the music. Soap goes on to explain that Simon wanted to go out one last time before the next deployment. 

“Keep this between us he’s been acting moody all day,” Gaz chips in laughing drunkenly hooping an arm around Eve for support. He says it loud enough for him to hear, Simon takes a stiff drink ignoring the light jabs. “Been a Krabby patty today haven’t ya,” Gaz pinches Simon's cheeks before they’re swatted away.  

“Oh my god i love this song!” Eve shouts and drags Gaz away to dance. Not wanting to stay closer to Simon’s cold glare. You go to walk past him, but his large hand grips your elbow pulling you in closely, he dips his head so that you can hear him, “you look stunning. Watch your back,” with that he lets go of you. Blushing you walk away to join Gaz and Eve’s little dance circle. 

All night you can feel his eyes burning in the back of you. You’re annoyed at how he was never meant to be there, and now is deliberately ruining your night. You’ve had enough. I’ll show him, you think pettily. A guy behind you starts to guide your hips in sync with his movements. Bingo. You let yourself go with him, dancing and feeling your bodies pressed closely. Arms snaking around your bodies, gripping holding. He breathes the stinks of alcohol as his mouth comes close to yours. Over his shoulders you see Simon glaring at you, you pull the guy's head closer to you, “do you want to get out of here?” You say lightly biting his ear, you can feel him shiver under your hands. He pulls back looking like a college frat boy about to get his first girl, ever. “Yeah, I know some people,” his fingers dig into your ass. You almost want to barf at how he’s touching you. But you know it’ll peeve Simon off, he wouldn’t let anyone touch you anyways. Eve gives you a wide eyed worried look “HE’S UGLY DON'T DO IT” shaking of the head. You mouth “it’s fine,” and she shrugs, gives up and goes back to Gaz.

“Take us somewhere they can’t hear us,” you say looking up sultrily. Without warning his lip engulfed yours, sloppily tonguing your mouth open. It’d nasty you’re not going to lie but, you pull away. He takes your hand and  leads you away to the VIP rooms. Looking over your shoulder you make sure to catch Simon’s eyes, but he’s already looking at you. His eyes are dangerously calm tracking your movements through the crowd. Soap is dancing awkwardly around him, almost spilling as he tries to drink. He leads you away up a level to a quiet room, inside there is a view of the dance floor below and plush couches, looking around you spot it. The CCTV. You walk yourself over to the central couch and look up at him, the camera in front you. He walks up to you, eagerly going to pull down his pants. Instantly you reach out your hand and stop him. “Come here and kiss me,” you pull him down to you. Again with that sloppy kiss. 

He’s on the couch and you straddle him.

Simon had watched you get led away from him by a sleazy, college boy that didn’t know how to handle an ass like yours. He was furious at you, he wants nothing more than to teach you your place. Soap spots him, “who’s pissed your porridge big guy,” Soap follows his eyes and chuckles. “Cheeky one that lass is,” he pats Simon on his back. 

“I’ll be back, don’t get lost,” Simon says and walks off, behind him Soap laughs, “can’t promise anything!” 

Simon finds himself heading straight for the security room. The small weazily boy sputtered as he saw Ghost's large figure enter. “I think it’s your time to leave,” he says. The boy tries to protest but as Ghost comes closer he scrambles out of his seat and runs out of the room. Simon looks for you on the large sets of screens. He clicks on your room, his blood rushes instantly to his cock. There you were beautiful, but held by the greedy boy’s hands. He watches you, knowing that you know that he knows he’s watching you. The way you ground your ass into his lap, he wishes that it was him. He sits there for a little longer, getting harder as he feels himself at you pleasuring himself on top of another man, knowing that you too wish it was Simon instead. You toss your head back, making eye contact with the camera, smirking. Simon groans at how devilish your acting. He catches the boy’s hand shoveling themselves under your clothes and he loses it. He storms out of the room and heads straight for the private room. He didn’t even knock as he slammed the door open. The boy beneath you pushes you off scared shitless. You smile at his entrance. “Always knows how to make an entrance,” you laugh out sitting standing up to confront him. He has a crazed look as you stand there makeup smudged, the strap of your dress half off your shoulder. 

“Wh- who are you? Do you know who I am!” The college boy stands up looking pathetic with his pants unbuttoned and a wrinkled shirt. Simon takes two strides and takes him by the shirt.

Baring his teeth, “I don’t fucking care, you could be the god damn prime minister and you still wouldn’t be allowed to touch her,” he grounds out through gritted teeth. The boys looked frightened half to death. 

“Let go of me!” he says, voice cracking as he tries to sound bravado. “She didn’t want you, she picked me. Leave so we were busy.”

“Trust me she didn’t, you leave before you lose that nosey little pecker,” Simon threatens. You watch him, biting your lips and clenching your thighs as you imagine how far he’d be willing to go for you. He shoves the boy to the ground, causing him to stumble and fall then crawls to his feet running out whilst shouting, “my father will hear about this!” 

Simon doesn’t give him a second thought, turning to you. He comes to you towering over you, chest rising and falling in anger.

God he’s gorgeous when he’s angry at you, you think desperately. You smile prettily at him making him growl in frustration. “What am I going to do wihh a little brat like you, hm? Tell me love,” his rough hand touches your bare thigh, riding up.

He takes a step forward, you can feel his muscles tensing as you lay a hand innocently on his chest. “I don’t know, whatever you want Simon,” you practically purr as his thumb makes circles on the inside of your thigh. 

“After that show, I have no choice but to punish you,” his voice is husky, gently grabbing your throat. Your breaths mingle. His size and the ever looming threat suspends in the air around you, replacing the vital oxygen with pure lust. You clench your thighs again in anticipation.

He looks done and your misshapen outfit, slowly his fingers travel from your throat to your shoulders he slips off one strap then the other. You stand there as the dress falls helplessly to the floor. In the red and blue lights he can see your curves, light up angelically. He doesn’t know if he should worship you like a goddess or show you how much of a devil he can be. 

You nipples are hard from the wanting. Your panties are already soaked through. You look down to his tightening pants and bite your bottom lip, at having him fuck you. “Such a pretty thing,” he says absentmindedly.

He takes the back of your neck and crashes his lips into yours. This kiss wasn't at all like the one before. This kiss made your head swim, and your stomach to flutter. Your hands instantly take hold of him, pulling and clawing at anything so that your bodies are closer together. He steals all the air in your lungs as if he was taking your soul, locking it up so that you can never reach it. You absorb him groans as he gives in to you. This isn’t sexy like what you’ve seen in the movies, it’s messy, desperate, intoxicating. He pinches and teases one of your nipples causing you to moan.

 Breaking apart, lips swollen, he pushes you down to the couch. Above you his eyes dart across your body lusciously remembering every inch for when he’s out in deployment. “Open your legs, shouldn’t be that hard for you, love” he stands there. You look up at him unsure at what he’s going to do. You never knew what that psycho was planning. Obediently you open your legs. Between then he could see the wet patch, and stifles the urge to rip them off and eat you out so much that you won’t even be able to scream his name.

“Good. Show me what you do when I’m not here,” he says, not taking his eyes off of you. You move your fingers down to your soaking cunt. Underneath the panties you start to work yourself, trying to break eye contact. The blood rushes to his cock more. The pain of him wanting to fuck you blurs his thoughts. Seeing you fuck youself was adorable, how you wriggled and struggled to meet his eyes. His pants become unbearably tight and he has to adjust slightly. “Simon,” you whine, bucking your hips as you start to finger yourself.

“That’s it my sweet,” he rumbles. “Imagine that my cock filling you up,” his words fuel your imagination. You whine and moan as you come around your fingers. Splayed out you look like a meal ready to be devoured. Simone drops to his knees and rips your panties off, removing your finger with his tongue. He laps up and down, licking you, circling your swollen clit. Hands pushing your hips to the couch firmly as he tongue fucks your pussy. You hold tightly to his hair trying to grind against his face so that you can come easily. “You don’t come until I say so. Understand?” he says against you. You look down at him and weakly nod your head. He doesn't stop this tormenting, not until you were saying incoherent words begging him to let you come. “Not fucking yet.” 

He has to fuck you. He’s already dripping precum as he takes his member out of his boxers. You lick your lips at the sight. “You want it?” You eagerly say yes, eyes glowing as he takes the tip and puts it to your mouth. “Tounge out for me,” you stick out your tongue. He takes the tip and taps it on your tongue, lubricating it with your spit. You can taste the slight slatiness as lick the precum off. 

On top of you he crushes your body, the pressure reassuring you that this is reality. He teases his tip into you, feeling you clench around him he grunts at your tightness. You feel heavenly to him as you take him in inch by inch like the good slut you are. “That’s it every single inch,” he whispers to your ear. The couch creaks lightly as he starts to pump in and out of you. You feel your climax build up again as the friction rubs off against you. He groans and swears under his breath as he unfurls from sanity. It hurts so fucking bad. “Fuck Simon- please harder-” you’re cut off as he starts to absolutely rail into you. “You like that?” he bites your neck and kisses it, leaving a mark. One hand holding both of yours above your head, the other clamping down on you thigh. “Shit Simon I need to come,” you scream in the crook of his neck.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this?” He goes harder. You try to get the words out but have lost all ability to think, “you shouldn’t have teased me with that frat boy. You really thought he knew how to fuck you?” you shake your head, eyes tearing up at his force. “This pussy is mine, repeat that. This beautiful pussy is mine.”

“This- this-” 

“-beautiful pussy.” he urges. His fucking get faster, you milk him as he goes on.

“This beautiful pussy is- is yours,” you manage to get out. His lips are on yours eating you up, tongue dominating yours. The wet sounds of your soaking cunt being fucked by him fill the room. The sound of flesh against flesh. “Good, come on me,” he puts his hand between you and then circles your clit. You can’t hold it any longer, a slurry of words escape and you are finally able to come. As you clench around he’s unable to hold back, you can feel his cum seeping out of you, as your juices mix and drip down his cock. What a night.

I can’t think of an ending, it took me waaay too long to write this and tomorrow I’ve got a full day so my bad if it’s not edited

(Also please note that yes this an/ can be an example of a healthy relationship, if you feel like you've experienced this plz be careful loves xx)

[recklesssturniolo]

can you do a chris x reader where its like enemies to lovers, but they fuck at a party??🤭 & also i know i told you this alr, but i love you & your writing smmm <3

Party Girl - C.S

Enemies x lover w Chris, dom!Chris

Ps. @hearttshapedkisses Ilysm

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Any invite I got to a party was accepted immediately. I loved them, the atmosphere, the dancing, everything. With the triplets, Nick was decently easy to convince to come, Matt was near impossible but I did succeed at time, and Chris I never even bothered to ask. Him being there or not didn’t matter to me. It was safe to say we didn’t get along. Constant bickering, insults being thrown, etc. Was he hot? Absolutely. Had his ego went straight to his head? No doubt.

“Okay so Nick, you’re coming. Matt?” I smiled at him.

“I’d rather run myself over with the van” He replied.

“You’re so dramatic, just come for a little” I begged.

“Fine” He sighed.

“Don’t worry Y/N I’ll be there too” Chris says walking into the living room.

“Damn nights already ruined” I replied.

“Yeah? Stay here then” He smiled.

Rolling my eyes I get up, grabbing Nick’s hand and bringing to his room so we could get ready.

“Okay what about this dress?” I say turning around to face Nick.

“That’s definitely the one! You look so hot” He grins.

“Okay okay thank you, are you wearing that? It looks so good” I smile back.

“Yes ma’am, ready to go when you are. Or I guess when Matt is” He laughs.

After a bit of nagging Matt to get going, all of us walk to the van. I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me, turning around I notice it’s Chris, literally looking me up and down with clearly no shame as he smirked up at me.

Getting to the party, Chris and I bolt to the drinks. Nick and Matt rolling their eyes behind us. After a while I find my way back to the three brothers, decently drunk now.

“Hello my cuties, Nick come dance” I smile.

“Not a chance Y/N” He sighed.

“You’re all no fun, I’ll find someone else then” I roll my eyes walking away. Once again feeing eyes on me. Looking around I find an attractive guy on his own, I walk up to him asking him to dance and he says yes.

On the dance floor his hands are on my hips as I grind on him, as he continuously tells me how hot I am. Feeling a sudden loss of his touch, I turn around.

“Chris what the fuck? We were dancing” I yell over the music.

He ignores me before speaking directly to the guy, “Get the fuck away from her, got it?” The guy nodding and walking away.

“The fuck is your issue? Acting like my father. I can dance with who I want” I tell Chris.

“Not in that dress you can’t” He replies.

“Sorry? You pulled him away from me because of my dress?” I question, confused at why he even cared.

“No, I pulled him away because he was 100% planning to fuck you” He says.

“Okay? I can fuck who I want” I reply, my arms now crossed.

“Yeah? You think so? Was your plan to act like a slut tonight from the get go?” He says, stepping closer to me.

“Yeah Chris I can fuck who I want, I can also act like a slut if I want too” I reply.

I wasn’t one for one night stands, but regardless I wasn’t gonna stand there and be told by a guy I don’t even like what I can or can’t do.

“Alright show me how much of a slut you are then” He smirks. Turning me around so my back was now against his. I had no idea why he was acting like this, but gave in and began dancing on him.

Leaning my head back, Chris kisses my neck then whispers in my ear, “You know I’ve been wanting you all night? Been thinking of how good you’d look on your knees for me”

There was no denying that him saying that was hot, even despite never expecting him to say anything of that sort to me.

“Chris” I practically moan out as he sucks on my sweet spot.

“Look at that, I already have you moaning for me” He responds.

“Order an Uber” I mumble.

“Not a chance, I’m not waiting that long. Washroom, now” He demands.

I do as he says and manage to find my way to the bathroom, my back instantly being pinned to the door and Chris’ lips attacking mine. I didn’t even bother fighting for dominance, I knew he’d win anyways. I feel his hand slip up my dress and up my thigh, him flattening it against my pussy.

“Hate me so much but you’re this wet for me huh?” He smirks.

“I can hate you and still -“ I begin but get a loss of words as without warning he pushing two fingers into me.

“Jesus fuck Chris” I moan as he pumps his fingers out of me, his pace fast from the get go.

“Yeah? You like that you slut? My fingers deep inside of you?” He asks.

“Yes fuck” I whimper.

A whine leaves my mouth as he pulls his fingers out of me, missing the sensation immediately. I watch as he places his two fingers into his mouth and sucks my juices off of them.

“Always knew you’d taste good. Bend over the counter” He instructs.

Once again I do as he says, pulling up my dress to give him access, him pulling down my panties before undoing his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down. I feel him slide his dick between my folds before lining himself up with my entrance.

“Chris” I whimper, my pussy throbbing for him.

“Tell me what you want” He says.

“Fuck me, please I need you so badly” I reply.

“So needy for me pretty girl” He responds before beginning to push himself inside of me.

“You’re - fuck too big Chris” I groan out, fully sure there was no way all of him could fit inside of me.

“Shut up and take it” He groans continuing to enter me, my pleasure only increasing as he did so, “Told you that you could take it fucking whore”

I let out a string of moans in responds as he thrusts himself into me, his grip on my waist gradually getting tighter as he goes faster.

“Can you hear how wet you are for me? The sounds your pussy is making, who’s got you so wet?” He smirks.

“You got me this wet Chris, fuck go harder please” I whine, my voice straining.

“Knew you were a slut but god I never thought you were this slutty” He responds.

Beginning to slam into me, I feel my high creeping up faster and faster, my legs starting to go weak from how perfectly he was hitting my g-spot.

“I’m gonna come Jesus Christ please don’t stop please” I moan, my eyes clenching shut.

“Such a little whore, come on, come all over my dick” He responds, his voice becoming raspy and his hands moving to help hold up my body.

That was all I needed to be sent over the edge, his name repeatedly leaving my mouth tangled with curse words as pleasure flooded through my body.

“We’re not done yet, get on your knees. I’m coming in your mouth” He demands.

“Shit okay” I mumble, getting down on my knees and slowly starting to take him into my mouth, my hand stroking what couldn’t fit in my mouth.

I feel his hand on the back on my head, slightly pushing it, “Fucking slut, all of it in your mouth, don’t pretend you can’t handle it”

I nod before taking all of his dick into my mouth. Instantly feeling it hit the back of my throat. As I bob his dick in and out of my mouth, tears begin streaming down my face from the amount of gagging.

I notice his grip on my hair become tighter, now pulling it and his dick begin to twitch in my mouth.

“Just like that, fuck fuck I’m coming” He groans, him now thrusting his hips and therefore his dick into my mouth.

As he finishes, I pull away and wipe the corners of my mouth while looking up at him. Noticing the sweat on his forehead and the slight trembling of his legs.

“Look pretty on your knees for me. Just as I imagined you would” He smirks, offering his hand to help me up. I take a few seconds to actually stand and stay balanced, my legs still not completely stable.

“Tell a soul about this Chris and I swear I’ll kill you” I tell him, wiping the smudge mascara from under my eyes.

“What you’re saying I can’t tell anyone I just gave you the best orgasm of your life?” He replies.

“I won’t deny that it was the best one I’ve had, however, yes keep your mouth shut” I smile back.

He kisses my cheek before speaking, “You’re mine now, dont think any different” before walking out and leaving me to my own thoughts. What the fuck did that mean?

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[st-eve-barnes]

You know that I'm no good (chapter 1)

(modern Aegon x Reader, modern Sihtric x Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +1900

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All my fics are also on AO3

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It started on a random Friday night in your favorite club in Winchester. The music playing in the background was upbeat and happy, some 90’s song that usually always lifted your mood, but tonight even that wasn’t working. You were in a bad head space and nothing seemed to be able to pull you out of it, not even the Vengaboys blasting through the speakers.

You let yourself slump down into one of the booths next to Helaena. She recognized that look on your face immediately, having been your closest friend for over 5 years, and without asking she handed you her drink. You eagerly grabbed the glass from her hands and gulped down the entire thing, not even caring what was in there, as long as it was alcohol. 

Maybe getting drunk would put you in a better mood, or at least make you forget about the reason you weren’t.

And that reason was pretty damn stupid. A guy. You hated being that girl who let her entire evening be ruined by some guy.

Except that he wasn’t just some guy of course. 

Sihtric was the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. Tall and lean, muscular but with a softness to him as well. His dark hair was long and curly and braided at the top. He looked like a hot Viking straight out of that Netflix show, way too attractive for this damned modern world. And his eyes, one brown, one blue, as unique as the rest of him. 

Even though you had never exchanged words with him you knew he was special, and good. A good, gorgeous man you would never, ever have and that idea depressed the fuck out of you.

You put your empty glass down on the table in front of you and let out an overly dramatic sigh.

“Okay, you are single handedly sucking all the positive energy out of the room, what’s going on?” Helaena asked.

“Sihtric,” you sighed.

“Babe, still?”

You nodded your head while Helaena shook hers. Being your best friend she of course knew all about your secret crush that had been going on for far too long. She would never say it out loud because she was too nice but you knew she wanted to tell you to get over it already.

”He just…he doesn’t even notice me, Hel. No matter what I do, or don’t do. He just doesn’t see me, what do I have to do, huh? Dance around naked on the bar?”

Helaena turned to you and let her eyes meet yours, her expression calm as always as she put her hand on your shoulder,”Okay, first of all, don’t do that.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her.

“You should never have to try so hard to get a man to notice you,” she continued,”I swear to you, they are not worth it. Jace, back me up here.”

Jace, sitting on the couch opposite yours with his group or friends, looked up from behind his drink and confirmed,”We’re not worth it.”

You gave them both a smile now.

Helaena looked at you again,”Why don’t you just go find some nice random hot guy to spend the night with and forget about Sihtric for a while?”

You sighed,”I don’t wanna fuck some random hottie.”

“I didn’t say fuck,” Helaena pointed out.

“Okay, I don’t want to hang out and/or fuck some random hottie. I want him. Besides, it’s not like random hotties are knocking down my door.”

“They should, because you are gorgeous,” Helaena stated while she placed her hand on your arm and squeezed it softly. You gave her a thankful smile, you knew her words were meant well but she was your best friend, she was supposed to say things like that, it didn’t mean they were actually true. Of course they weren’t.

“Clearly Sihtric doesn’t think so,” you sighed deflated.

“Then he is blind, Jace, please help me out here.”

“I wish you guys would leave me out of your boy drama, but fine, want me to give you some real helpful advice? The quickest way to get a man to notice you is to start dating someone else. Guys are stupid and we always want what we can’t have.”

“Oh, yes, he is right,” Helaena nodded, suddenly very enthusiastic about that idea,”Seeing you with someone else might just spark his interest. You should find a guy to make him jealous.”

“Sure, okay, I’ll just pick one out of the long line of suitors that are just waiting for me to beckon them,” you joked.

She narrowed her eyes at you,”One of our friends can do it, you don’t actually have to date him, just act as if you are.”

“And who do you suggest I ask then?”

“I don’t know, let’s see, who’s a friend and looks pretty?” she looked around the room and your group, looking for possible candidates,”Hmm, maybe Aemond…”

“Aemond?! Seriously? I know he’s your brother but no way, Hel, he’s never spoken a word to me, he’s pretty but he scares me.”

“He’s harmless, and very single,” she pointed out.

“Nu-uh,” you insisted.

“I’ll do it,” Aegon’s voice made you both look up.

He was standing next to the booth, leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand and an amused smirk on his face, having followed your entire conversation.

“Nobody asked you,” Helaena shut him down instantly, turning her back to him and fully planning on ignoring his offer.

You however hadn’t turned away so quickly. 

Aegon was wearing his usual ripped jeans and a shirt from a band you had never heard of, his hair was just long enough to fit into the tiny ponytail he was sporting tonight. He looked a little bit like a rockstar. Or maybe more like a wannabe rockstar.

You didn’t know Aegon very well but he was not as scary to you as his brother Aemond and despite his reputation of being a womanizer he’d always treated you with kindness and respect. Probably because he knew Helaena would kill him if he didn’t.

To be fair you had never paid much attention to him before, he wasn’t your type at all physically and you both hung out in different friend groups. Helaena never talked much about her brother either, all you knew is that he was a bit of a slut and he liked to go out and drink a lot.

But Aegon was popular, like Sihtric, and got invited to all the parties so hanging out with Aegon would no doubt give you more access to Sihtric as well. You hated to admit it but maybe it wasn’t the worst idea in the world. 

Helaena once again read your expression like an open book and she grabbed your shoulder and shook her head before talking to you as if you were a bad dog misbehaving,”No, Y/N, no!”

Aegon took advantage of your obvious interest and moved to sit next to Helaena.

 “Why not?” he asked his sister.

“Because you’re the biggest slut in the entire city and I don’t trust you not to fuck her over.”

“Come on, I wouldn’t do that, she’s your friend.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before! Why do you want to do this so bad, huh? What’s in it for you?”

“I’m helping out your friend.”

“You’re not the helping type, Aegon, be honest with me or there’s no way I’m letting you near her.”

You stayed quiet, not wanting to get involved with Aegon and Helaena’s bickering and then suddenly it didn’t matter anymore, their words faded into the background when you noticed what was happening on the dance floor right in front of you.

Sihtric. Your Sihtric was dancing like he didn’t have a single care in the world while yours was crumbling underneath your feet. His arms rested firmly around the blonde girl as they danced together, his eyes taking her in as if she was the only other person in the entire room, or the entire universe for that matter. 

You would give anything to have him look at you like that just once. Seeing them together felt like someone just punched you in the gut.

When Helaena noticed your sudden silence she followed your gaze to the dance floor,”Oh shit.”

You forced yourself to look away and she placed her hand on your arm again trying to comfort you,”Hey, you okay, babe?”

You nodded but she knew you were faking it.

As you looked away you noticed Aegon’s eyes were glued to the same spot on the dance floor as well, but he wasn’t looking at Sihtric. He was staring at the girl, looking about as sad as you felt.

“Who is she?” you asked, making both him and Helaena look up at you.

Aegon sighed. ”She’s the reason I want to help you,” he confessed.

You and Helaena both waited for him to elaborate.

“Her name is Skade,” he explained,”We dated a few times and it was going really well and then she just ghosted me.”

“Nothing you haven’t done to a bunch of girls before,” Helaena pointed out.

“Yes, I know, okay but I really liked this one and now she started dating Sihtric a few nights ago and I just can’t fucking stand seeing them together."

"So…,” he turned his attention to you now, a look of both interest and mischief sparkling in his blue eyes,”It seems we have a common goal here, Y/N. What do you say? Wanna help me break them up?”

You couldn’t help but smile but you were also quick to shake your head, suddenly not so sure this was a good plan after all. 

It was hard enough to get Sihtric to notice you when he was single but now he was dating? A girl who looked like that? There was no way you could compete with her, you didn’t stand a single chance, not even with Aegon’s help.

“I don’t know,” you breathed, defeated,”I mean, thank you for the offer but…I think I just want to go home now.”

“I’ll go with you,” Helaena suggested but you quickly stopped her.

“No, please, I’d feel really bad if both our nights got ruined. Stay and enjoy the rest of the party, please.”

“You sure, babe?”

You nodded and gave her and Aegon one last look before you left.

“I’ll go after her,” Aegon suggested.

“Don’t you dare move from that couch,” Helaena warned him,”I mean it, Aegon.”

“What?” he feigned innocence.

“Find someone else for your stupid little plan, she’s my friend and I don’t want you to mess her up.”

“I’m not going to mess her up,” he laughed in defense.

“You always mess them up,” Helaena sighed.

“Such little faith, sis.”

“In you? Always.”

He shook his head at her comment but Helaena’s serious gaze made him stop.

“Please?” she added,”Literally anyone but her. I’ve seen this film before, Aegon, I know how this ends and I don’t want my friend to be the lead in your drama.”

Aegon sighed,”You’re so sure how this is going to go, huh? What? You can predict the future now?”

“I don’t need to, not with you. You never stray from the pattern.”

Aegon avoided her eyes and nodded his head with a bitter smile,”You think you know me so well, huh?”

“I do know you so well, Aegon. Please, don’t pursue this,” she was begging him with her eyes but Aegon didn’t budge.

“Sorry, can’t make any promises I don’t intend to keep, sis.”

And with that he stood from his seat and turned his back on her, disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

Helaena sighed quietly to herself,"Yeah, that's what I feared."

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Pure Heroine Series Part Four - 400 lux

Summary: You and Wanda have been friends for years, but now, you're grown up. Nothing stays as it was. | Album Inspired series "Pure Heroine" by Lorde.

Warnings: Mutual Pining, friends to lovers, fluff, some typical trope angst, high school to college, making out, drinking, substance abuse, fighting, implied compulsory heterosexuality | Words: 1.950k

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Pure Heroine Collection |

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She's doing it again.

Wanda hates everything about it. The loud music, the sweaty, clinging bodies that prevent her from moving around calmly, the smell of alcohol and sex, and most of all, the lack of you.

She knew that her new choices would cost her your presence, but your absence also came with the numbing of all those unwanted feelings, and it was easier not to think about them with the help of beers or any other substance they offered her.

It was stupid and dangerous, and Wanda hated it. But again, the hangover didn't hurt as much as knowing that she had ruined everything with the person who mattered most to her.

This time, at least, it was a Saturday. It was the fifth party in the last three weeks that she had attended, and Wanda was almost surprised at how far she had gone this time. Her body trembled and broke out in a cold sweat, the taste of the colored pills that the third-year boys shared with her for free with the intention of getting her into bed still fresh on her tongue. Maybe Wanda would go with them this time; there were few times when casual sex, especially with some drunken young adult, really satisfied her, but it was better than no sex at all and nights and nights staring at the empty bed of her roommate with whom she wouldn't exchange more than four sentences for weeks. And counting.

Whatever she used, she had to admit that this time she had gone a little too far. And Pietro wasn't at the party, the so responsible athlete and future Olympic medalist, nor were her new friends, who had already found beds to sleep in for the night.

Her head spinning, she tried Monica's number, but to no avail. Then Natasha answered on the third ring, but it wasn't good news.

"I'm spending the weekend with my parents, Wanda. I told you that."

Well, fuck that, she probably did. Wanda doesn't remember, not now anyway, her head spinning like her stomach.

"Oh, yeah, shit, it's true." She mutters, her own intoxication showing in her voice. "Thanks anyway, Nat."

But the redhead spoke before she could hang up. "Why don't you call her? I'm sure she'd help-"

"I can't." Wanda cuts off, because now her eyes are full of tears, and the substances don't help to take the feeling out of focus. "I just can't. Good night, Nat."

"But, Wanda-"

She hangs up the phone and bends over to throw up in the bushes at the entrance to the frat house. The party continues uninterrupted, indifferent to her condition.

Wanda doesn't know how much time has passed before she hears chuckles behind her.

"Hey, baby, do you need any help in there?" The male voice sends a chill down her spine. She wipes her mouth, trying to balance herself against the wall. The man approaches, and his hands help her around the waist. 

"Don't touch me." She protests, pushing his hands away, and although he moves aside, he does so grinning.

She can't quite focus on his face, but she thinks she recognizes him from the team. "Relax, girl. Hey, I know you... You're Wanda, aren't you? I'm on your brother's team, I can take you to him."

It's the trap, clearly evident in the intentions hidden in his eyes. But Wanda is too drunk and nods. The boy smiles as if he's won something, and when he offers his arm for her to lean on, Wanda accepts it as a courtesy.

"My car's around the corner, let's go this way." He leads the way, and Wanda's feet move on their own.

They turn the corner, and she loses her balance again, the nausea returning. 

Something is screaming danger in the back of her mind. "The dormitory... is on the other side." She struggles, scratching at her eyes. The boy squeezes harder.

"Yeah, but I'm just going to get something from the car, it's quick, come on."

He starts pulling her by the waist again. Wanda doesn't even have time to be startled before he's the one who gets yanked off her this time.

It's too fast for her drunken brain to keep up: Your sudden appearance, dressed in pajamas covered by the leather jacket she bought you for your 17th birthday, the brutality with which you knock the boy to the ground and threaten him with a baseball bat with Bucky Barnes' signature on the end.

"Get out of here, asshole." You warn between teeth. The boy is so surprised and frightened that he crawls across the floor to stand up.

"What the fuck, are you insane?" He snaps in defense. "We're just talking."

But you adjust the bat in your hand as if you were going to attack him. "If you don't get out of here in the next two seconds, I’ll break your fucking arm."

He snorts angrily but takes two steps back. " Screw that, she's not even that hot."

He runs away, and when you turn to her again, Wanda wants to throw up for another reason.

"Hey, are you okay?" Wanda doesn't deserve the kindness and concern in your gaze. She doesn't deserve to be helped to her feet, to have her hair brushed out of her face or her cheeks caressed. "Wanda?"

Then she sobs, because it's been almost three months since she ruined everything and no amount of partying, drugs or casual sex has taken the feeling out of her chest.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" She cries and you sigh, hugging her for a moment. Wanda tries to control her tears, but you're stroking her hair and holding her, and she hates how much she doesn't deserve any of this. 

"Breathe, Wanda, it's okay." You try to calm her down, the baseball bat slack at your side, so that your other hand strokes the back of the girl clinging to you. "I'm taking you home, come on."

There's no resistance from her, and Wanda doesn't know it, but it's you who's nauseous with worry about her condition. Anyone could have dragged her into a corner, without any resistance, and the thought makes you grip the steering wheel tighter.

Despite the short journey from the Fraternity House to your dormitory, Wanda falls asleep on the seat. It's a bit of a struggle to wake her up and get her inside, but with some time and insistence, you manage to put her to bed.

Your room has hardly changed at all since you last looked for books here. Almost 14 weeks ago, when you argued with Wanda and she chose to pretend that your friendship was over the next day. How all attempts at conversation were ignored or aggressively denied, and how she started disappearing from classes while showing up at parties.

Darcy didn't mind sharing the apartment with you until the next room's swap application date, so that's who you're living with while Wanda pretends you were never friends.

You let her fall asleep on the bed, mumbling in her sleep, while you take your cell phone out of your pocket to reply to Natasha that you had found Wanda and that everything was fine.

There's a gentle tug on the hem of your jacket as you make a move to get out of bed.

"Don't go." Wanda asks in a hoarse sigh, and you swallow dry, hesitant. She doesn't loosen her grip. "Please. I don't wanna... be alone."

With a sigh, you nod, gently pulling your hand away just so you can take off your jacket and then your shoes. Wanda wastes no time in making room on the bed for you.

Even though you tense up immediately, she clings to you, hugging your body as if no time had passed, no quarrel had put an end to such an old friendship. She falls asleep on your chest, and you draw your initials with your fingertips on her skin until you finally falls asleep too.

When Wanda wakes up, the bed is empty. But the smell of your shampoo is everywhere on her pillow, and she gasps softly. She forces her face against it and inhales deeply, and the next sound that escapes her is less innocent.

Then the door opens, and Wanda jumps on the bed as if she had been caught.

You don't notice anything strange, distracted by the items in your hands.

"Oh, you're awake, good." You say with a small smile, approaching her bed to leave one of the cups on the nightstand. Now with a free hand, you take a carton of pills out of your pocket. "Aspirin, for the headache. And orange juice, for the hangover."

You clarify quickly and make a toast sign with your own cup, which from your habits that Wanda knows like the palm of her hand, is not too hard to deduce to be iced coffee. 

She can't even thank you - she's way too shocked that you're not a hallucination. You hesitate and understand her silence in the worst possible way. 

"Don't worry, I'm on my way. I won't get involved in your hangover or any of your business." The sad smile almost makes her choke with guilt.

You turn around, but Wanda calls out to you. "How did you find me yesterday?"

With a sigh, you retort: "Natasha called me."

"It was two in the morning."

You hesitate, shrugging. "I was awake."

But Wanda glares at you: " You were wearing pajamas." She insists, and you sigh in defeat.

" I had just got home, Wanda." You retort and look uncomfortable. You sigh and finally finish breaking her heart. "I had a date."

"Oh." And it's the only thing Wanda is able to say without crying. She clears her throat, to push the emotions away, and moves to reach for the pill and the orange juice. You stand there, shifting your feet and staring at the coffee in your hands. "Thanks for yesterday, and the juice is a kind gesture, but... I don't really need any of this. I can take care of myself."

Your sad smile returns, Wanda wants to slap herself. Maybe your stupid pretty face too.

"Right." It's your reply, laden with sarcasm, and instead of annoyance, Wanda gets angry.

" Is there anything you wanna say to me?"

You chuckle, incredulous. "Why? So you can explode at me again for no reason? Hard pass." You retort, and she clenches her jaw, watching you turn your ankles and walk away. "See you around, Maximoff."

But Wanda has replayed this scene a million times in her head. All the other times you've argued, and she's let you walk away in anger.

Nothing good came of it.

"Stay."

You hesitated on the doorknob, your trembling fingers covered by your body, not allowing her to see how affected you were.

Wanda's eyes blurred with her tears, and she sniffled softly. "Please." She insisted. "Just stay."

"Why?" And this time, you turn to her again, your gaze so confused and hurt that Wanda has to look away. "Wanda, answer me."

She sniffles. "I like it when you're around."

But you sigh impatiently. "That's not good enough, Wanda. Not after everything you've done." You retort more determinedly. "What do you want from me?"

She swallows dryly but raises her eyes again. "I want to make things right. Please. I just need a second chance to... fix it."

You sigh again, this time in defeat. You nod and touch the doorknob again.

"I'll buy our breakfast." And you offer her a small smile. "Go take a shower, you need it."

Wanda throws her pillow at you but misses it. Your giggle on your way out wakes all the butterflies in her stomach at once.

[justineangelrococo]

Hazbin and Helluva boss theories spoiler talk as well.

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Alrighty before the new episodes come out I have a theory I want to put out

These three right here Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve are why hell is the way it is, I'm calling it now and I want to be wild with this theory for a moment. These three were in a poly relationship or situationship, or just friends, or Eve might have been like fuck you dude after her experiences with Adam, and was just friends with Lilith.

Now as we know when Lucifer fell and was sent to hell he got majorly depressed, he is not doing well its hard to say he is functional, as someone with depression he needs help but he gave up. Which is hard and something you can't do especially when you have a child, Eve could have pointed it out, maybe in Charlie and Lilith's best interest maybe not. But we're going to say they left together and raised Charlie together maybe with Eve maybe being her nanny, her tutor who knows but she was there, she has to be because she definitely isn't in heaven from what we have seen.

They could have been twinning it up if the theory is they look identical is correct but I don't know about that, Adam's face looks a screen monitor, and his exorcists follow that trend, which makes me think she's static, the static you see on the TV when you have no signal or looking for a channel and the antenna isn't in a ok position, and you know what this fits to me at least.

Let's look at Lilith in hazbin hotel, she is audible, music song, her voice, Soundwaves carrying empowering messages and songs.

Visual and Audible, almost like two other characters we see Alastor, and Vox. Alastor being audible with radio and his waves casting his shows out, and Vox with his shows, tech, all of the media that requires being seen. Vox is always trying to get at Alastor, what if their relationship is a mirror of Lilith and Eve's. Eve jealous or wanting to be close to Lilith, who knows maybe Eve is the one Alastor made a deal with and the reason he was so mad at Lucifer is because Eve might have been at Lilith's side and this man hasn't done a thing, after years of help raise his daughter now he shows up, like boy if you don't you'r behind out of here like go! Or maybe Alastor did make a deal with Lilith and after hanging out having sometime with the girls got the tea and about Lucifer seeing how he is a parent and was like no, and now has a beef with him.

Which leads us to our other thing why haven't we seen Eve, anything about her seems just hidden or lock and key, we never see anything but her smile, never her eyes which makes you think right, another bit into this ramble of a theory I got eyes are the windows to the soul, straight to the heart right does Eve even have one, like is she a good person, what kind of a person was she because the smile she wears might not be a kind one, she is the mother of Cain and Able and all the other humans, Adam is a asshole, but what is Eve.

Is Eve angry because maybe Lucifer and Lilith didn't take her with them, now she's stuck with Adam and being the eternal scapegoat for years for eating the fruit. Being the reason people put down women because they are her daughters, this could be a big revenge plan on heaven, for letting Adam when he doesn't deserve it into heaven. Lucifer and Lilith for giving her the fruit and ruining everything about humanity, for heaven for creating humanity and letting them suffer, to go through it all and end up in hell

Or the other sad theory is Lilith is Dead, more than likely do to Lucifer and, Eve is fucking pissed but you know what they continue the relationship and someone has the idea for her to pretend to be Lilith, maybe for Charlie's best interest for hell's best interest. Because Lucifer isn't running the show, someone has too mind you the show being run is awful but it's running and why do I say it's awful. Because when you look at helluva boss and the treatment of some hellborn demons they have their problems like when Blitz when to go take Loona for her shots and it took as long as it did for them to even be seen.

Which Lucifer doesn't care about, the other leaders of the rings and the other people in charge don't care the system works for them, Imps, hellhounds. But at the sametime it's supposed to be awful its hell, but at the sametime the people it's supposed to punish can't even leave the top layer, so why is awful in some of the other layers, mainly because the others are left to their own devices, when leading their rings, Mammon is a piece of shit, but Asmodeus isn't as bad of a guy as you would think, Beelzebub as we see her isn't either. Now my other reason why Lucifer doesn't care as much, they don't have his gift, humans have his gift of knowledge and have souls, the hellborn as we know don't have a soul, not sure gonna need to get more proof on this but this is a theory ramble.

The angels and heaven created hell to keep Lucifer in so he would be punished and never see the good results of his work they would be in heaven, out of reach. That doesn't mean he doesn't care about them a little bit he made sure that the hellborn, and his daughter would be spared from being killed by heaven.

But yeah this is my theory rant until the new episodes until they come out or the brain gets going again. I was filled with all thes jumbled thoughts sorry if it wasn't as well organized but I just wanted to get them out folks, hopefully other people also see me and go ayyyyy I had those theories too and remember this is all this is all for fun and just some theory and rambles.

[hyunjinhoee]

B I R T H D A Y

okay I'm back with a cheating plot once again and no I don't support cheating in any way or form but however I do like drama so why not BUT PLEASE CHEATING SUCKS AND NEVER CHEAT

hope you all like this one<3

hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings:- smut ; cussing; kinda toxic; cheating(plis never cheat ); manhandling; blow job; unprotected rough sex(be better); marking; cum kiss??; edging; breeding and size kink; creampie; dom!hyunjin; sub!reader please let me know if i missed any.

wc: 1.0k

“Happy Birthday Y/N” your bestfriend pulled you in a hug but that was not what made you feel excited, it was the long haired man which followed behind her who made your heart skip a beat.

“Happy Birthday-” Hyunjin smiled at you, “-Y/N” he said after a subtle pause, your lips curving in a smile as you noticed how his eyes lowered down on your body, just for second but well you knew what was on his mind.

“Babe I have to take this” Your bestfriend’s voice cuts in as she picks up a call. You both nod not knowing who the nickname referred to

“You look good” Hyunjin complimented a few moments after his girlfriend left, “I always do” you bite your lower lip holding back your smile, “true” it was a whisper from his side but you heard it and he sure did mean for you to hear it.

“oh you’re girlfriend just texted that she has to go for a bit and will be back again around 30 minutes” You read out the message from your phone as a smirk formed on Hyunjin’s lips and as well as yours

“We can go in my room but what if someone sees and snitches” You raise your brows as Hyunjin walks towards you, “All of these people are drunk and the music is loud enough for anyone to hear you when I make you scream my name”, “and what if they do?” You question him back without any specific intention but you just loved listening to his replies in these type of conversation, “Well then you better give them a good show”–

And now you are on your bedroom floor, your make up ruined, dress torn up with Hyunjin’s cum filling your mouth

Hyunjin wiped his thumb over your lower lip as his cum dripped down from your mouth, rolling down your chin down to your neck disappearing between your bare boobs

Hyunjin loved this filthy side of you more than anything. You down on your knees as your eyes were curtained in lust covered in his cum.

“Be a good girl and swallow” a praise escaped his lips as you obey him gulping down, lolling your tongue out to show him how much of a ‘good girl’ were you

Hyunjin’s finger grip around your neck as he pulls you up catching your lips in a rough kiss, biting down on your already swollen lip making you moan in pain but why should you complain?

“Y/N why have you locked yourself up in your room? And have you seen Hyunjin” Your eyes grew wide at your bestfriend’s sudden knocking

“You better think of a good lie” Hyunjin continued to suck on your skin leaving it bruised everywhere he could

“Uhh I am just not in the mood, I feel sick” You yelled back, “and uh Hyunjin he went home, he said he will call you” You could feel his smirk on your skin. He is the one cheating, yet you are the one who is stressed out

“Oh okay.. well text me when you feel better. I guess I am leaving, byee” You let out a sigh of relief when you didn’t have to lie to anymore questions

“On your fours” Hyunjin got up as you turned around, “You want to stop?” Hyunjin asked, “No”–

Hyunjin pounded into you, catching up at a fast pace right from the start. He somehow managed to hit every right spot, your head spinning around, your bed creaking against the wall as your knees started to go weak. Your grip around your bedsheets unintentionally tightened as you swore to see stars behind your eye lids but just as you reached closer– you suddenly felt empty

“What the fuck” the frustration in your voice was visible as you turned around, Hyunjin’s fingers running through his hair and smile forming on his lips

“be patient baby” he chuckled as he slowly turned you around pulling you closer, entering you once again.

“Just wanted to look at that beautiful face while I fuck you” He resumed at the pace where he left, his fingers intertwining with yours as his lips found your neck again

You could bid on everything you had that this was the best sex you would ever have. Nothing could top what Hyunjin was making you feel right now. How he made you feel like a slut about five minutes ago and now with his fingers entangled in yours, and his lips not leaving your skin- you felt like a goddess.

“You are doing so well” a sudden praise left his lips as he slowly led your hand on your stomach making you actually feel him, “See you well you are taking me” and so this was the first time you understood what ‘re-arranging of organs’ meant and you knew you are about to be addicted

His fingers again found yours as he pinned your hands beside you leaning down, catching your lips in a soft kiss as his pace got lazy with him somehow getting deeper than he already was.

Those stars which had disappeared before twinkled once again as you felt your body relaxing at the knot formed in your stomach loosening and just when you thought it was over, a warm sensation took you over as Hyunjin slowly pulled out, his cum dripping out of you

“That was good” You whispered, your mind still trying to process everything that just happened within the past hour

“Happy Birthday once again”

“Best Birthday for sure” You laughed, “Oh it better be” Hyunjin joined in as he laid down beside you, his hands sliding around your waist pulling you closer.

Yeah, this was for sure the best birthday.

[hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha]

𝔐𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔅𝔞𝔟𝔶.

KiRaku x Fem!Reader [Drabble]

Synopsis: Rich guys, Beautiful women, Fancy parties, and her being the lucky woman who's fiancé's have a habit of doing it infront of whoever they want because of the power they possess.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Double Penetration, Objectification.

Set in a Modern AU.

Note: The song "Million Dollar Baby" had me thinking of these two only of how they would be in a modern AU setting as greedy rich dudes. Like, I just couldn't get it out of my head + Tumblr won't let me have baby as baby.

"I ain't never rep a set, baby,"

"Ain't do no wrong,"

"I could clean up good for you,"

"Oh, I know right from wrong."

They sang along to the loud, muffled music blaring in the background as if they weren't busy absolutely ruining their shared fiancée and in a rather public setting too. At the very least it was in a private office, though they still had their company. When one's got power, money and fame, such acts become acceptable because of how much influence one holds. That includes fucking their fiancée infront of their most trusted employees, among those their personal butler, who go on about as if nothing strange is occurring. "Everything is as it should be, Masters." Their butler stated stoically as he checked off things off of his clipboard before ordering the other employees to be on their way, commands to especially security as the maids cleaned the expensive antiques and furniture.

Meanwhile, the lewdness that could be heard throughout the room didn't slowly down the least bit. Karaku groaned loudly when he felt her tongue work its magic, taking a sip of his champagne as he watched her pretty little mouth take in all of that girthy deliciousness. Urogi on the other hand, had a blast ramming himself into his fiancée, paying no mind to the maids and the butler that were present. "Look at her. So easy to control. Our own little toy, ey?" The golden-eyed man's eyes were focused only on the way he disappeared into that slutty little cunt of hers as she creamed all over his sizeable length, the way her ass jiggled with each time it came in contact with him, and the way those silken walls of hers would contract around him each time granting him that intoxicatingly pleasurable feeling.

"Pretty and good at taking two cocks like a champ. Looks so pretty doing it too." Karaku added on as he gripped her hair, forcing her to take more of him and flashing her the infamous kanji tattooed onto his tongue. "Take it like the cocksleeve you are." Her pretty eyes only looked up at him with not a thought behind any of them showing just how drunk she is on good dick. Urogi gripped her back and hip firmly, as if preparing to go harder and faster than he already was. Both gentleman relished the sight of their slutty fiancée in her now messy dress, the straps falling down her shoulder while it was pushed all the way up to her stomach, and panties down to one ankle, stained with her sweet smelling heat. "Haha, I'll put a million dollar baby in you." Urogi teased as he continued his ravenous thrusting with Karaku much the same, even having had her choke on his gifted organ.

They really didn't give a fuck and their fiancée had little to no dignity left with how used she had gotten to their behaviour. All she knew that their dick was good and she would take it like a good slut.

"Masters, you have company."

"Yeah, let 'em in." Karaku replied as he bounced his now half nude fiancée on his still hard cock while Urogi drank straight from the whiskey bottle. This would be a nice meeting.

Note: Mid at best but I just had an idea. Might turn this into a full os. Might not.

@star-dust-wanderer food.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Idol!Wen Junhui x Idol!F!Reader TW : dating scandals ; cheating ; arguing ; breakup ; Word Count : 2.1k

“Another one…” Jun sighed as he dropped the stack of screenshot pictures onto the table in front of you. It’s not like you didn’t already know what it was, but curiosity had you opening the little manila folder to look through the images. “This is why I say we can’t go out. It’s like they’re looking for us now.” He dropped down onto the couch along the wall as you continued to look through the pictures, your head shaking. 

“It’s not like it’s a scandal though, we’re actually together. You’re the one that won’t come out about it… I’ve been waiting to tell my fans.” You mumbled, turning your body completely in the chair until you were facing him. “I don’t know why you’re so hell bent on hiding it.” 

His eyes rolled as his head fell back against the wall behind him, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. “Because your group is nothing in comparison to mine, do you know how much backlash we’d get? It would be the equivalent to me dating a complete nobody. I can’t just do that.” You bit the inside of your cheeks to hold back the words that you wanted so badly to throw in his direction, the only reason why you weren’t tearing up right now is because the makeup artist that had busted her ass to get you ready wouldn’t be happy if you smudged all the work she had done. “Don’t tell me you’re upset about that. You know it’s true. People will say that the only reason we’re dating is because your group needs more publicity.” 

You nodded your head slowly, biting your tongue as you pushed yourself up from your chair. “God forbid our relationship ruin your image.” You muttered before taking a final sip of your drink. “Don’t wait up for me after the show, I’ll go back to the dorms with the girls.” You added as you walked past him, slamming your dressing room door behind you on the way out. 

“Now you’re being ridiculous.” He called out after you, running behind you to catch up until he was walking beside you in the hall. “All I was saying is that we can’t be seen out in public together and you’re making it into this big thing that it doesn’t have to be. You’d understand if your group was as famous as mine is.” 

“See! You just completely undermine everything that me and the girls have worked so hard to do. Just because we’re not at the big award shows or being nominated on MTV for best music video of the year… It doesn’t mean that we’re shit. We just haven’t made it yet. And if you were so worried about being with someone from a nothing group like mine, then why the fuck did you get with me to begin with?” You whipped your head in his direction, glaring down at him, letting your anger take hold of you because if you felt anything else you’d surely start crying. 

“You blow everything out of proportion… I never said any of that. You’re reading into everything and putting words into my mouth.” He scoffed, his arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Do you ever think that maybe I’m doing it to protect you too, so that reports don’t come out saying that the only reason we’re together is because your group isn’t good enough to get views without the scandals.” 

 Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh, although there was nothing funny and you weren’t feeling very lighthearted at the moment. “No. I didn’t think that, because I know that’s not the reason you’re doing it. You’re too selfish to give a shit about all of that. You only care about yourself and your group and your fame and what people might say about you. Don’t even try to tell me that it’s about anything but that because I know it’s bullshit.” You took a deep breath, doing your best to compose yourself as your group's name was called to come get ready to go on stage. “Seriously, just don’t be here when I get off stage.” 

And he wasn’t. He wasn’t there at all waiting behind the scenes like he usually would be with a little towel and a bottle of water for you. You weren’t met with compliments of how good you and your group had done, you weren’t met with anything but emptiness. Of course, you had been the one to tell him not to be there, but he usually never listened. He loved watching you perform, he always told you how proud he was of you when you’d run off stage, and part of you was hoping to hear that. Maybe if you had, all of your anger would have washed away because at the end of the day, he was your boyfriend and maybe what he had said was true and you were just going overboard. 

“Jun isn’t here?” The maknae of your group questioned as she came up behind you and you merely shrugged your shoulders, giving her a purse lipped smile. “Maybe we were just too good, he couldn’t handle it. Or he had to go to the bathroom. He might be in your dressing room waiting for you too though…” 

Maybe she was right, maybe he was waiting for you in your dressing room. Maybe he was tired from putting on his own show earlier that day and he needed to sit down, get some rest. You knew that he and the guys always worked hard to give the best shows to carats, no matter how physically strenuous or exhausting it was. His career was important to him, his group was important to him, and while you had read his words as rude and inconsiderate earlier, you started to feel guilty for the way you acted. The guys came first, they were there before you, and while he cared about you deeply, he didn’t want to ruin what he and the guys had worked so hard for and you understood that. 

The heels that you had been put in for the show had long since been taken off, replaced with a comfortable pair of slippers for your walk down the long hall towards your dressing room. Your heart was pounding, and while you didn’t really have a reason to be nervous around him, it didn’t change the fact that you were. You didn’t know how to really start an apology because while you felt slightly bad for losing your temper a little, you also had your own group to defend. The two of you really needed to talk about things, sort out the scandals and figure out what you were both going to do moving forward. 

Pausing outside the white door that had your name on it, you took a deep breath before grabbing the handle and pushing it open only to be caught off guard, quickly slamming the door shut as apologies rushed out of your mouth. You had to have gotten the wrong room, but another glance at the name on the door had you throwing it open once more and reluctantly looking at the two people that were fumbling to pick their clothes up off the floor. 

“Oh… My god…” Your mouth felt dry, your tongue and your throat, it was causing you to gag as you looked at who you thought to be the love of your life pulling on his pants, his motions frenzied and sporadic. “What in the actual fuck, Jun!?” You shouted, your breaths rapid as you looked between the makeup artist that had just finished getting you ready not even a full hour ago. 

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Ms. Y/N…” She murmured, her head ducked down as she nervously moved past you. You didn’t have anything to say to her though, all of your attention, all of your anger was focused solely on Jun who was standing awkwardly in the center of the room, his shirt unkempt and wrinkled, barely even hugging his frame as it once had from clearly being tugged on a little too much. 

“You know what… I don’t want your explanation… I just want you to leave.” You muttered, slumping against the doorframe, giving him enough room to move past you, but he didn’t move at all, instead keeping his feet firmly planted as he continued to stare at you. “Can you please just go… I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear you, I don’t want you around me! Just leave!” 

“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea… I love you, Y/N… I was just a little irritated and I needed to let out some of my irritation and…” He quickly shut up when your eyes turned to daggers, glaring at him from across the room. “I didn’t plan on doing that! It was like a… a spur of the moment type thing and… I can see why you might be upset about it… But it really was nothing…” 

It took everything in you to not lash out right now, to not scream at him with every last breath in your lungs, and the only reason you held back was because you didn’t want people to come running, you didn’t want anyone to see what was going on or hear what had happened. It was humiliating to be cheated on, but it was far worse if everyone else knew about it too, especially before you even had the chance to fully come to terms with it. 

“So I can go fuck Soonyoung because I’m really irritated right now and it’ll be a spur of the moment thing, but it’s also nothing? Is that what you’re telling me?” You proposed, and his eyes widened as his jaw set, anger flashing across his face. “Oh, that only works when you do it, right?” 

“That’s different and you know it… He’s like my brother, you can’t do that.” He retorted, his nostrils flaring from the anger that he wasn’t even trying to hold back. “You can’t… You can’t cheat on me with one of the other guys.” 

You snorted softly, shaking your head as you slowly started walking towards him, an impish smile on your face as you stood in front of him. “It’s not cheating if we break up, and just in case it didn’t cross your mind during your little defense moment… We broke up. I can put up with your insults and your obviously bullshit lies as to why you didn’t want to be seen with me… But I don’t take kindly to cheating, and I’m surely not desperate enough to stay with one.” You folded your hands in front of you, feeling all the more powerful right now as you watched his expressions morph in quick succession, an overwhelming range of feelings perfectly displayed on his features. “I just think it would be best if we hadn’t met, you know?” 

“But we have met, you’re my girlfriend… I’m… I’m in love with you. I messed up. What happened to strikes? I messed up once… I swear I’ll never do it again, I’ll go public with our relationship… I’ll do anything… Just, one more chance… Please?” God, you loved hearing him grovel, but it was all pointless. 

“I was your girlfriend… But now I’m not, and I’d much rather pretend we never met at all. I don’t know you, and that’s the truth, because the person standing in front of me right now is not the person that I loved before. Cheaters don’t deserve chances…” You finished, much stronger than you had been feeling when you first walked into the room. “Now, I’d like to have my room back so that I can change into something more comfortable. You can leave now.” You motioned your hand toward the door and watched as he walked out, his shoulders slumped yet visibly shaking from the silent sobs he was holding in. 

You might not be as big as he is, not fame wise at least… But you were a bigger person, and while he was so scared of risking his fame by saying he was with you, he had potentially created a bigger risk by doing what he had done. Not that you’d say anything, you respected the other guys too much, and they probably didn’t even know the man that stood beside them. He might not be able to hide his true personality well, but with the secret that you planned to keep came power, and you loved the feeling of it.  

[orangeinecstasy]

lucky: one word, pt. two ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟrobert keating

✧: part one

paring: robert x fem!oc

summery: luck brings them together once again, but after the honeysuckles preform a song about robert, will his perspective on kate change?

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Looking into Robert's blue eyes, it truly felt like the world had stopped moving, but that was quickly interrupted by the bartender setting down my drinks. You've got to be fucking kidding me. Right now, the universe, right now?! I glanced down at the drinks and back up at him.

"Shit, I'm sorry I've got to go, but meeting you was really wonderful. Stay lucky!" grabbing the drinks. I leave the bar before he can respond, cursing myself as I do.

However, that was a couple of months ago. I stood outside the band's latest venue, having a last smoke before we went on. Sometimes I thought of that blue-eyed boy, but I never went out of my way to try and find him. There was something almost beautifully sad about not knowing him, and there was a crazy part of me that wanted to keep it that way. Wanted that wonder between the two of us.

Taking the final drag of my cigarette, I throw it onto the concrete below me, stub it out with the toe of my boot, and then walk back into the club's venue.

"Hey, you good?" Fawn says as I walk in, her arm wrapping around my shoulder. "Never better!" I smile, giving her arm a gentle squeeze before gathering everything I need for tonight's show.

"Let's fucking do this, lassies!" Willow yelled out, pumping her fist into the air as the four of us walked on, the crowd erupting in cheers.

Settling behind the drum kit, I look in the cup holding my drumsticks, ensuring I have a couple extra. Even though I had played hundreds of shows, there was still that feeling of nervousness that would build in the pit of my stomach. So many people think that the singer or the guitarist is the "most important band member," but when you truly think about it, it's the drummer. We have to control the tempo, one of the few critical parts of a song. If we slip up, even for a second, the whole set could be ruined.

Still, I take a few deep breaths as I slip in my in-ears and grab a pair of my sticks. I look down at the drum kit, then at the crowd before my sticks come crashing down on the kit, starting the first song of our set.

After we played the second to last song in our set, Kira paused, the spotlight encapsulating her amber skin in an incandescent glow, "Hey guys! Tonight, for our last song, we're going to perform a new one that our amazing drummer, Kate," she moves out of the way allowing me to come into a better view for the crowd. They cheer, "She wrote about this guy she met at a pub. Lucky boy, if you're still out there, she's single. We hope you like it!" The cheers continued as Kira made the announcement. After a beat or two, the cheering calmed, queuing me to start our newest song, Lucky.

"One, two, three." I strike my drumsticks together as I count before starting our final song. The energy that flowed throughout me was like nothing I had felt before. A part of me was really nervous about performing a song I wrote by myself because most of our music was written by the four of us. But that feeling faded as I got into my favorite parts of the beat. But sadly, like all things, the song came to an end.

My breath was heavier than usual as my eyes stared down at the drum kit below me. I took out one of my in-ears to hear the crowd yelling the loudest they had yelled the whole night. I slip my sticks into my back pocket before pulling my shirt up and allowing it to rest on my shoulders, exposing my mind drift and the black bralette I was wearing underneath. Honestly, I didn't care that much; anything to help me cool off before saying our final goodbyes.

I grabbed Kira and Willow's hands, the four of us taking our final bow of the night. "Thank you, everyone!" Fawn said into her mike as we split apart. "Hey, can I borrow that for a second?" I ask Fawn, and she nods, handing me the mike. "I just want to thank everyone for responding positively to our newest song Lucky. It truly does mean the world to me. I love you all. Have a great night!" smiling, I set the mike back down onto its stand before looking into the crowd to see who I should throw my stick to. Then I saw them. Those eyes that I will never forget. The eyes of my lucky boy, Robert.

Once I snapped out of it, I realized that I had been standing there about to throw my drumsticks for an awkward amount of time. Laughing at myself, I throw the sticks to a pair of girls, my eyes quickly flashing back at Robert's before finally walking off the stage.

"Guys…" I say as I start to remove my other in-ear and detach the cords from my exposed body, "I think I just saw the lucky boy in the crowd. I could be going fucking crazy because we just played a song about him, but I swear I would notice those blue eyes anywhere." I set my in-ears down, my hands pushing through my curls as my brain tried to wrap around what I had just seen.

"You're fucking joking!" Willow yells, clapping me on my bare back because I have yet to fix my shirt. "That's crazy!" she laughed, shaking my shoulders as we returned to the dressing room. I love it when my friends think it's the funniest thing in the world when I have a crisis.

I huff, my hand falling from my hair to my side as I lean down to rummage through my bag, grabbing my cigarette and lighter. "I'm going to go out for a smoke. I'll help pack up in a sec." The girls gave a unanimous okay as I started to walk out the door. "Don't forget that we're meeting that band that Kira is friends with after the show!" Fawn called out from the dressing room as I opened the back entrance door. "Okay!" I shouted back quickly before stepping outside into my much-needed alone time.

Lighting the cigarette, I hate a long drag off of it, letting the smoke fumble lazily from my lips. "It couldn't be him. Not in a fucking million years. You're just being crazy, Kate. Get out of your head." I mumble to myself, taking a couple more long drags off the cigarette before a few fans come up to me, asking for pictures and autographs, so of course, I obliged. "Okay, my loves, I have to go. Thank you so much for coming to the show!" throwing my cigarette on the ground, I set it out, waved goodbye to the fans, and went back in through the back door. As I walked in, I could hear the chatter of my bandmates and some unfamiliar male voices coming from the band room, which made me realize that I still hadn't fixed my shirt from half taking it off at the end of the concert. Welp, those pictures will follow me across the internet, I thought as I fixed my white t-shirt back into place before entering the dressing room.

"Hey guys, sorry for being late. I got caught up taking pictures." my hands reach for one another, returning to that nervous habit of twisting my now infamous horseshoe ring. "You're all good! Guys, this is Kate, our drummer. Kate, this is Ryan, Josh, Eli, and-"

"Robert." I cut her off, my eyes slightly widening as my eyes met his. "I cannot fucking believe this." I start laughing to myself, and after a few moments, so does Robert.

"I think they've gone a bit mental…." Ryan says, looking over at Willow with a confused look which she simply shrugs at, not knowing what's going on either.

"This is the lucky boy. Robert is Lucky." he stands, still slightly laughing to himself as he walks over to me, arms wrapping me in a slightly unexpected hug. "It's nice to see you again, horseshoe girl," he said low enough so that only I could hear. "Well, the two of us are going to go for a smoke. We'll be back soon." Robert said as we broke away from the hug, his hand now holding onto mine as he quickly dragged me out of the room before anyone could interject.

The two of us stepped outside into the light night Dublin air, making a slight shiver run down my spine. "I assume we didn't just come here to have a smoke." my eyebrow cocks, as I look up at the taller cigarette between his lips, a lighter following closely behind it. "Hmm, that's debatable." he chuckled, handing me the already lit cig, which I took a long drag from.

"What a fucking crazy way to meet each other again, huh. First, at a pub where we have matching rings. Now at my gig where you were pretty much forced to hear a song completely written about you. At the same time, I stood on stage for five minutes half naked." an embarrassed chuckle leaves my lips, the realization of what the two of us truly experienced setting in, making me unable to look him in the eyes.

"I mean, I'd be more than interested in seeing you half-naked again. Fuck, even fully naked." he laughs, trying to dissolve some of the tension between us as he takes the cig back, taking a few quick drags off of it.

"Phffttt, I think you might have to do a little more convincing than that, love." I nudge his arm gently. "Well… You know what they say about bass players." the two of us erupt in laughter, like old friends who had just shared the most personal inside joke.

"You are a fucking Wiseman." I take the final drag off the cigarette, then step it out.

"But seriously, I know this might sound crazy, but don't you think this is the universe telling us something?" he turns to face me more clearly, the ocean-blue eyes looking into the deepest parts of my persona.

"If I'm being frank, I think it might be. Maybe it's time to test our luck, hmm, Bobby?" I smile up at him, our bodies naturally moving closer until his arm is wrapped around my waist, mine around his neck. "Yeah, I'd like that." he leans down, and I can hear my heart in my chest as our lips finally connect. We melt into each other, and it feels like time is standing still.

We slowly pull away, both of our faces slightly flushed. "We should probably head back." I rub my nape gently, and he nods in agreement, taking my ringed hand into my own.

We walked hand in hand back into the dressing room, and the conversation between our bandmates paused. "Well, look who it is, the lucky couple," Eli says, which causes the room to start filling with laughter.

Even though it was all fun in games at the moment, when I looked up at Rob and he looked down at me, I knew that I was the luckiest girl in the world. So maybe wearing a horseshoe ring for all those years was a good idea.

[cal-a-bungaa]

My Angel

My Angel - Josh Kiszka

Synopsis: A pretty angel all dressed in white just for him

Word count: 1k

Warnings: Josh being nervous and cute

Enjoy!

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Though he was used to being on stage, all eyes on him at this moment felt like he was going to be swallowed whole. He stood at the end of the aisle, waiting. The minister stood beside him with no emotion showing on his face as they all waited. It felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest and make a run for it. 

His family sat in front of him as did hers minus his brothers. He could really use them beside him right now, but he had to wait for them as well. Wiping his sweaty, shaking palms down the sides of his pitch black slacks, he stood there impatiently. His mom flashed him a reassuring smile, but it did little to ease him. He wasn’t nervous that you’d back out, he was nervous to see your beauty after two long days of not being able to because you insisted it was ‘tradition’ for the groom to not see the bride before the big day. And boy, he really wasn’t ready. 

The slow music rang through the speakers, telling everyone it was starting; she was coming soon. His twin brother and your best friend walked happily down the aisle with arms linked and obnoxiously large smiles. It was reassuring to finally have his other half with him. Jake clasped his hand on his shoulder as he went to stand behind him. Pair by pair, each member of the wedding party piled in to stand at the altar with him. 

Your father stood at the opposite end of the aisle, arm out for you to latch onto as you came around the corner. Jake’s hands remained on his shoulders, squeezing on the occasion as he joked with Sam who stood behind him. 

The music changed to the song you’d once mentioned to him that you’d love to walk down the aisle to on your second date. And soon enough, there you stood. 

“Holy shit.” His brothers whispered in awe. 

Josh was speechless. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The intricate lace detailing that decorated you was something he never could’ve imagined. The yellow and orange flowers you held close to your heart complimented your skin and eyes, bringing out the features of you that he loved the most. He hadn’t even realized that he was tearing up until he felt Jake bump his shoulder and chuckle. You were an angel dripping with jewels and genuine beauty. His beautiful angel. 

All eyes were now on you, admiring each step you took closer to the one you were giving yourself to. Every nerve he felt had vanished. He now needed his hands on you and for you to finally be his. 

Finally you stood right in front of him and he couldn’t breathe or see clearly with the tears brimming along his lash line. Your father kissed your cheek before placing your hand in your soon-to-be husbands. Your nails had even been done to perfection, a pleasing cream color. He could now see the smallest details in your appearance, the pearl earrings his mother had given you, the diamond necklace from your first anniversary together and the way your dress shimmered in the sunlight. Tears pricked your eyes as well, threatening to ruin your makeup. 

“You may be seated.” The minister announces before continuing on with his speech. “We are gathered here today to celebrate the love that these two share for one another and the words that shall unite them in marriage.” 

Your smile was so big that it was beginning to hurt your face, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were marrying the love of your life, the only one for you. You’d be staring at one another for so long that it felt like you were the only two people in the room, completely ignoring the minister who’d announced it was time for the vows. 

Your fiance snapped out of his daze, “Fuck. Vows? Yes.” 

The crowd roared with laughter at his oblivion and nerves. “Please recite your vows Mr. Kiszka.” 

He bowed his head before looking up into your teary eyes again. “Today. I-um,” he stutters, “I promise to dedicate myself to you completely with my body, soul, and mind.” 

Quickly pausing, he looks back at his brothers for guidance and Jake simply nods at him to continue.

“In this life, in every situation, in wealth or in poverty, in health or sickness, in happiness or difficulty, I will work to help you perfectly.” He gained confidence in his words as he stared at you and Jake held his shoulder as he shook. “The purpose of our relationship will be to attain enlightenment by perfecting our kindness and compassion toward all sentient beings.” he finishes. 

After a moment of silence before the minister can speak again, your fiance opens his mouth again, “And might I say, fuck! You look gorgeous, angel.” The guests burst into laughter once more. 

“Now, Ms._, please recite your vows.” 

You repeat his words back to him, speaking every one with such truth. In the middle of your speech, he lifts your hand to his lips. Finishing your vows, you are both sliding your respective rings onto each other's fingers with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you as Mr and Mrs. Kiszka.” 

“Fucking finally!” Your husband laughs. 

Wrapping an arm around your waist and the other cradling your face, he bends you backwards. He stares at you for a moment before swooping in to press his pretty pink lips to yours for the first time in what felt like forever. His brothers cheered behind him as everyone else clapped. Bringing you back up to stand straight, you curl your hands into his tux. 

“I fucking love you, angel.” 

“I love you so much, Joshua.” 

Walking hand in hand down the aisle with the biggest grins imaginable was a sight to behold. Josh finally obtained his angel. You were his for the rest of your lives just as he was yours. Husband and wife. 

“My angel.”

[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

Solar Opposites in: Solar Monsters (by @avaveevo)

Prologue

20th Century Fox Opening Titles Plays as it fades to black

dramatic title horrifying music plays

Hulu and 20th Century Fox Presents

A Hulu Original Movie

A 20th Century Television Animation Production

Planet Shlorp: 13 Years ago….

Thirteen years ago, on Planet Shlorp, as the sunsets, Terry was walking around Shlorp carrying something underneath a blanket, with a depressed but sleepy look on his face as he looks around the other Shlorpians, who glare at him blanks and whisper some things about him. Terry takes a deep breath and walks away. Then, a little green hand touch his face while a cooing sound of a baby is heard underneath the blanket.

Terry: Hey there, Jesse. There’s my sweet sprout. pulls the blanket to reveal baby Jesse cooing Aren’t you hungry? You want some juices when we get back. ‘Cause I know you would.

Baby Jesse: giggling

But then, a group of colleagues stare at him blankly and death stare at him while whispering some things about Terry.

Purple Male Shlorpian: What a freak.

Blue Male Shlorpian: I know. What a stupid bitch.

Light Green Female Shlorpian: I can tell.

Yellow Female Shlorpian: His sproutling is ugly like him.

Pale Tan Male Shlorpian: What a loser.

Forest Green Male Shlorpian: Fucking idiot.

Light Red Male Shlorpian: I heard Terry broke the quantum defibrillator.

Terry then feels a headache as he starts breathing and out. Then, his eyes starts to flash orange as he heads baby Jesse close to his heartbeat as she coos and his skin begins to shade in shadow black. Terry begin to have a panic attack as Shlorpians began to mock him.

Pink Female Shlorpian: Dumbass motherfucker!

Ocean Blue Male Shlorpian: Goddamn wimp!

Kale Female Shlorpian: Lazy piece of shit.

As more and more hurtful words continue to haunt Terry’s head, he keeps breathing in and out as he sets Jesse down as she started to whimper. But then…

Maroon Male Shlorpian: I bet he’s gonna die on Shlorp when it get blown up someday!

Terry suddenly snarls like an animal as the whole scene goes orange as his fingers suddenly became sharp as it screeches the floor and his eyes glow orange and his voice suddenly becomes deeper.

Terry: Shut up. Shut up! Distorted SHUT UP!

A large shadow appears behind the Shlorpians as a fruit stand was thrown at them as the Shlorpians gasp upon seeing a big shadow and runs away from the creature. It was a monster, a giant horn monster that has been here for years. The monster heads to baby Jesse as she begins to cry. Before the monster could attack, an unknown giant thing pummeled the beast as a roar was heard and the thing’s hand grabs the monster as the monster yowls. Monster fighting and growling sounds were heard as a huge splash of some kind of Gorey mess was spewed as baby Jesse continue crying.

Monsters: roaring and fighting

Baby Jesse: wailing

The sounds ended once the scene grows dark and baby Jesse continues crying. Something starts approach baby Jesse as a huge shadow with monstrous eyes appeared beneath her as she cry louder but then it shrinks down as it shows a pair of green somehow maimed arms and hands appear and picks her up. It was Terry, but in a ruined robe and ruined pair of shoes as he starts soothing baby Jesse.

Terry: Oh no no. Don’t cry. Terry’s here. You’re okay. Shh.

As Terry soothes Jesse, she stops wailing and looks up Terry as she weeps.

Terry: Aw. I know. Shh shh.

Baby Jesse stop crying once Terry looks at her while smiling. Baby Jesse starts giggling as she picks Terry’s finger with her tiny baby hands.

Baby Jesse: happy squeal

Terry: Aw. A little squeeze. Aaah! Wow. Little baby strength. Just like her adult.

Baby Jesse then starts babbling as Terry begins to walk again but then, bumps into a Shlorpian (Korvo) carrying a cooing sproutling (Yumyulack) in a baby carrier on his chest. Despite that; the Shlorpian continue to walk away while looking down his somehow icy aquamarine shaded finger tips as Terry looks on.

Terry: Oof. Oh sorry. Didn’t see you there.

???: It’s alright.

Suddenly, Terry felt something as he looks at the Shlorpian carrying darble fruit while walking away and soothing his sproutling. Inspired by this: https://youtu.be/Z5QnhXbfZaE?si=u1DvpkFuIT7Sia6c

Terry then sees his apartment and heads there while depression dawns on his face. Later, at his apartment, Terry, in his Shlorpian sleep robe, starts rocking baby Jesse to sleep as he smiles at his baby sproutling.

Terry: Alright you adorable little sprout. Bedtime. puts Jesse in her sleeping chamber as he puts her blanket on her as she coos in her sleep Nighty night. kisses her on the forehead

Baby Jesse: sleeping cooing

Baby Jesse begin to suck her thumb as she falls asleep peacefully. But as Terry looks back at his baby sproutling while smiling, his face then saddens as he approaches his bed.

Terry: sighing sadly

He then gets out a journal that is titled, “Things Other Shlorpians Say About Me Today” and writes down in it with a pen. As he writes down some words. That are actually very heartbreaking like, “Terry’s not good enough”, “what a dumbass” and “A fucked up screw up”, tears stream down Terry’s eyes like a waterfall as he weeps silently without a sound. He then closes the journal and puts it on his bedside as he began head to bed and looks at Shlorp’s city on his window in tears.

Terry: quietly Fucking goddamnit!

Terry then looks down sadly with a thought as he began to shut his eyes as he weeps silently with tears streaming down emotionally like this:

As he closes his eyes with a blurry vision, they then reopen to…

13 years later…

Where it shows Korvo, but naked, sleeping while smiling in his sleep. Terry, also naked, rubs Korvo’s head softly as he smiles and looks down at his wedding ring. He looks around the room and looks around at photos of him, his family, their friends, frenemies and honorary family members. Terry then lays down at his pillow side, turns to Korvo and kiss him on the lips as Korvo wakes up as he yawns and sees Terry as he smiles.

Terry: Morning, baby.

Korvo: Mmm, good morning...

The two alien husbands then starts kissing away. Then, Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya barged in here while throwing pillows at each other while shouting and laughing.

Korvo: What the fuck?! Kids?! What is going on?!

Sonya: Prepare to meet your makers Yumyulack!

Yumyulack: In your dreams! Jesse is mine!

Jesse: Fuck you! No way jose!

Pupa: Pillow fight!

The children then start laughing as Korvo and Terry smiled and shook their heads at their kids playing.

Korvo: chuckling Alright alright. That's enough. Time to get ready for school.

Yumyulack, Jesse, Pupa and Sonya: Aaaw. Aw man. No fair. Boo. Aw fuck. This sucks. Screw school!

Korvo: Now now kids. I know you hate this, but it’s part of our lives now. And besides, Terry and are I hanging out at the city today, doing some smooching.

Yumyulack: Aw fuck. Ew. Why?

Jesse and Sonya: Ew. Gross. Why guys? Why?!

Pupa: Eeee.

Yumyulack, Jesse, Sonya and Pupa: We’ll get ready!

As the kids left while laughing, Korvo and Terry smiled at each other and kiss.

Korvo: You sure you can handle golf today?

Terry: Honey, relax. I’m sure I got this all under control. This wrist have been tighten. kisses his wrist Well, better get ready. Today is gonna be busy for the two of us.

Korvo: laughs Okay darling. kisses Terry on the cheek

A few minutes later, Terry has finished getting ready in his normal form after finishing brushing his teeth and putting on his clothe and deodorant while listening to “Once in A Lifetime” from Talking Heads on his phone:

Then, Terry turns into his human form as he smiles and prepares to comb his hair after he takes a deep breath and smiles.

Human Terry: Same as it ever was…

As he combs his hair, the titles plays it shows the titles…

Solar Opposites in:

Solar Monsters

The title the becomes monstrous as it pans out to the bus human Korvo and human Terry are in.