#Oml I’m finally done

[thatonelunargoat]

Leshy and my Scrybe occ

[littlelamy]

I need a lawyer rafe smut BAD😭😭

Reader is his assistant and she can tell he is stressed out bad and wants to help him out.

Idkhelpme

lamy's note: i felt hot just writing this oml 😮‍💨

you can tell the moment he steps into his office. the way his jaw is set, the way he tosses his briefcase onto the desk with a little too much force. rafe doesn’t have to say a word for you to know—he’s had a hell of a day.

“long day?” you ask, voice soft, careful.

he drags a hand down his face, exhales slow. “you have no idea.”

you do, actually. you’ve seen the back-to-back meetings on his calendar, watched him down his third coffee before noon. his tie is still perfectly knotted, but his shoulders are tight, his patience thin.

“let me help,” you murmur, stepping closer, fingertips grazing his wrist.

his eyes flick to you, something dark, something needy flashing across his face. his breath is heavy, controlled, like he’s holding something back. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

you don’t wait for permission. you step between his legs, press your hands to his chest, feeling the solid weight of him beneath the fabric of his dress shirt. his pulse jumps under your touch. your fingers work the buttons, slow, deliberate, each one undone revealing more of his tanned skin.

“fuck,” he mutters, half under his breath, half into your hair when you lean up, lips brushing the sharp line of his jaw. “you know what you’re doing.”

“i do.”

you sink to your knees, the carpet burning against your skin, but you don’t care. all that matters is him, the way his breathing turns ragged, the way his fingers tangle in your hair. the way the tension finally melts from his body as you take care of him, just like you said you would.

his belt comes undone with a sharp clink, and his cock is already straining against his briefs. he groans when you palm him through the fabric, a needy, desperate sound that makes you ache between your thighs.

“fuck, baby,” he rasps. “you really wanna take care of me, huh?”

his words are a challenge, but you don’t hesitate. you tug his briefs down, freeing him, and your mouth waters at the sight. thick, heavy, already leaking for you. you drag your tongue along the head, savoring the taste of him before sinking down, taking him inch by inch until he’s pressing against the back of your throat.

“jesus—” he chokes out, head falling back against the chair, fingers tightening in your hair as you bob your head, sucking him down with filthy, wet sounds. his hips twitch, his control slipping as you hollow your cheeks, take him deeper, let him use you the way he needs.

his breath is ragged, his thighs trembling beneath your hands as you work him over, tongue teasing the sensitive underside, lips wrapping around him tight. he’s close, you can feel it in the way he throbs against your tongue, in the way his grip tightens, desperate, possessive.

“fuck, baby, i’m—”

he doesn’t get to finish before he’s spilling hot and thick down your throat, and you take it all, swallowing around him as he groans, his whole body shaking beneath you.

when you finally pull back, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand, he looks down at you with dark, satisfied eyes.

“damn,” he breathes, pulling you up onto his lap. “you really do take care of me, don’t you?”

and when he kisses you, deep and dirty, you already know—he’s not nearly done with you yet.

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[2-shots2-thehead]

- I don’t see what anyone can see in anyone else.. But you -

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Summary : Dating Spencer headcanons bc I luv him n wanted to write smth smosh related >-<

Pairing : Spencer Agnew (Smosh) x GN!Reader (Use of Y/n)

Warnings : suggestive joke, other than that pretty much just fluff

A/N : the spencer brainrot is real oml 🙏🙏 im so fruity

- oh my god

- it took this man SO LONG. to ask you out

- like im talking working together for YEARS

- but once he finally did, it came off as like the most casual thing ever

- even if he was psyching himself up for this for MONTHS

- “hey, y/n, maybe after we’re done filming y’wanna grab lunch? like..as a date.?”

- he only started showing his nerves once you actually said yes

- he looked visibly surprised and then just nodded shyly without another word and walked off

- ever since that little interaction, you guys were together

- constantly.

- never seen without the other.

- “where’s y/n?” “well, i just saw spencer in the games studio so probably there”

- pretty much every single social media post since when you started dating has been about you

- CATS.

- you guys have at LEAST one cat

- you cannot convince me otherwise

- but hopefully more because you can never have too many, right ?

- always just bringing you random shit to work

- we’ve all seen the smosh mouth TNTL where spencer just keeps pulling random drinks out from under the table ?

- there’s just always little treats like that at your desk where you occasionally edit

- more often than not they’re drinks he grabs from the gas station, along with a kickstart for himself, of course

- just how you two are always inseparable, it increases by about 10 billion percent at parties

- i mean, let’s be real, there’s never a day where he’s at a party and wouldn’t rather be home playing a video game with your cats

- if he doesn’t know anyone else at the party, your hand is in his the entire time and he’s talking your ear off

- speaking of which, hand holding.

- so. much. handholding.

- like he wouldn’t be big on pda, but it’s just the little things like that

- him carrying you for many a TNTL bit

- or just putting your head on his shoulder while he’s streaming (we all know what i’m talking about)

- aside from the little surprise drinks, there are more often than not little sticky note messages on your desk

- especially at times where you’re editing and he’s filming and that means you’re apart for however maybe hours

- on days like that, he’s making it everyone’s problem

- “yeah, so then we-“ “y’know, this would be fun with y/n”

- yet another person who uses horrible pickup lines as a joke

- sometimes the sticky notes are the most poetic, sweet, romantic thing you’ve ever read

- ..and sometimes it’s “are you a beaver ? because DAM”

- “are you my laptop ? because you’re really hot and i’m a little bit concerned”

- “my favorite pokémon’s beedrill because i’m gonna bee-drillin’ y-“

- you guys build lego sets together all the time

- sometimes they’re little roses

- sometimes it’s the millennium falcon

- but his personal favorite is the hedgehog picnic date ⬇️⬇️⬇️

- they are now sat atop a very high, fancy shelf in your shared apartment

- you guys watch movies n shows together all the time

- you have a specific show though that you always and only watch together

- “you didn’t watch it without me, right” “don’t worry, I turned it off when you fell asleep”

- you guys play video games together all the time

- maybe you’re not as good as him, but he’s always open to teaching

- you guys practice instruments together if you play

- if not, he just plays guitar for you

- never too loud, but you can hear it of course

- he picks special songs he thinks you’ll like and learns them

[opiopal]

I genuinely need a nerdy Mc that puts season 1 Levi in his place bc oml

like listen listen, I’m aware that like, him being a nerdy otaku is his one thing he feel 100% confident in being, and honestly same dude I relate to that, HOWEVER. every time I remember that boy telling mc that they wouldn’t understand TSL a part of me wants to spite watch and read the entire series a million times over JUST to catch a detail not even he would know to rub it in his scaley FACE.(I’m sure that says a lot about me as a person lol)

But like, I also feel like it would be kinda fun? Cause imagine the two getting into an argument at every gap of silence, but it’s just them throwing facts about different series in each others faces. Standing up on either sides of the dinner table yelling whilst everyone sits there trying to process how they’ve done this five times today and still aren’t done bickering.

Levi shouts ”THAT WAS JUST A FAN THEORY! IT WAS NEVER CONFIRMED IN THE SHOW!!” ”NO. IT WAS CONFIRMED BACK IN 2017 ON THE CREATORS SECONDARY SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNT THAT IT WAS 100% TRUE! SEE YOU’D KNOW THAT IF YOU WERE A REAL FAN!” Mc retaliates, slamming their hands down onto the table,

“I DONT HAVE ACCESS TO HUMAN WORLD SOCIAL MEDIA!”

“MAYBE YOU WOULD IF YOU WERENT SUCH A PUS-“

luci finally cuts in, standing up himself to shout,

“BOTH OF YOU SIT DOWN AND SHUT YOUR MOUTHS.”

they both stop to look at him for a moment before they both reluctantly take their respective seats.

however once they finally get past their hatred, they become the most ANNOYING fans in the world and STILL won’t stop talking. However the brothers are just grateful they aren’t having screaming matches about what color some anime girls hair tie is.

[messylustt]

nsfw amazinggg scenario based on this request. so tasty wtf. finally posted, oml i’m so sorry for the long wait :(

you had one question and too many awkward outcomes. you couldn’t ask the people you’d rather ask. they’d ask more questions, and most likely not tell it to you straight. you needed to know, but nobody got that.

all except miguel.

you wouldn’t dare look at his face as you mumbled the words out. wanting not to say them but also wanting an answer to them. the silence feels like two hands at your neck. you can feel your feet shuffling, unintentionally sliding back. maybe you shouldn’t have asked.

your mind and gaze focuses on a speckle of dust on the floor, as you wait. yeah, you really shouldn’t have asked.

at first miguel’s reaction was shock. you asked what? he thought he had heard wrong. he had to have heard wrong. but you’re still here, feet shuffling, gaze down, but nonetheless still here. you wanted an answer. why from him? he doesn’t know.

“you can ignore my question.” you suddenly say, feet a lot farther back then before. “you can — ”

“no boyfriend to ask?” miguel’s questions is simple, said in that typical unfazed tone. “um…yes, but…i can’t ask him.” you say back, with a tilt to your head, your gaze just below his eyes.

“why not?” he asks, but you don’t answer, again repeating your question. “what’s a bj?” your innocent tone tells miguel how you really don’t realise the implications of asking him something like this. your innocence is telling him to tell you. answer your question.

“do you know that it’s an abbreviation?” he asks, his gaze staring at your face a little more focused. you look to the side, sucking part of your lower lip between your teeth before glancing back. “i’m not dumb”

“mhm.” miguel just hums, glancing up at his shut office door, before looking back to you. “why ask me?”

“because i’d think you’d know.” you reply. “many people here know. your friends would know.” miguel states, crossing his arms. “they’d ask questions”

“i’m asking questions.” miguel answers straight away. “yeah but not the invasive ones.” you reply, now tapping at your fingers.

miguel eyes you, more narrowed, more intently. “you want to know what a ‘bj’ is?” miguel asks, now meeting your gaze, but you’re quick to look away. you nod, glancing to the far wall behind him. one word and a tap of his finger at his desk behind him, makes you shift it back. “c’mere.”

you now slide your feet closer, a little hesitant. miguel watches you, not missing one movement. then his hand is behind your head, his fingers in your hair, as he draws you closer. you should have backed away then, said you changed your mind, but you stay still, staring at him.

miguel, with his hand in your hair guides you down onto the floor, on your knees as he mutters. “kneel down.” you’re slightly confused as you look up at him. miguel grabs your hand and guides it to his hard on, that you just now notice at your eye level. your eyes expand as you realise. “you ever done anything with your boyfriend?” miguel asks, his suit beginning to disappear, as he keeps your head held by his hips.

“i…” you can feel your breathing pattern change, as miguel begins pump his already hard cock in one hand. “i’ll take that as a no.” he says, as pre-cum leaks out from his head, as he tilts his head down at you. “open up.” he utters as you gulp, big eyes staring at his tip. he taps under your chin as he lets go of his cock, urging your mouth to open, as you part your lips.

“a bj…” he begins as he pulls your head closer, tapping his cock on your tongue lightly. “is short for blowjob.” he coats your tongue in his pre-cum as you scrunch your hands into fists at your thighs. “is your boyfriend wanting one?” he asks, just looking at the way the white slips around your mouth before he pulls your head closer, your lips being moved to wrap around his head.

you try to speak around his cock, it twitching in your mouth at the vibrations, making him clench his jaw. “just shake your head or nod.” you nod. and that’s when his grip in your hair begins to slowly drag your lips up and down his cock. “hollow your cheeks” he instructs, as you try to do so, getting used to the feeling of a dick in your mouth.

“i don’t know why you’re not asking him, but i won’t ask any ‘invasive’ questions.” miguel says, his hips begin to slowly meet your mouth. you try to copy his movements. the up and down motion, that your head soon picks up. with his grip still in your hair, he notices the way you try to to take him deeper.

you’re soon choking, gagging around his head, as water pricks at your eyes. miguel could’ve warned you, told you about your gag reflex, but selfishly he wanted to see what you’d look like spluttering over his dick. “careful.” he mutters, not sounding very apologetic, as you glance up at him, his hips beginning to move a fraction faster.

miguel taps at your throat. “loosen up.” he says, as his hands pull your head further down, guiding your movements. you try and loosen your throat, having had to swallow all that extra spit. you meet his gaze, worried. but he just strokes your hair “gagging’s fine, cariño. you’ll get used to it.”

he pulls you completely onto him, your nose brushing his pubic hair. you then repeat those up and down movements, clenching your hands back into fists as you gag. “that’s it...” miguel hums, seemingly pleased. you can feel his cock twitch in your mouth, his tip practically tapping at the back of your throat.

with him stroking your hair, and holding the back of your neck, his abs tighten. he waits till the last second, your head obediently bobbing, before he pulls out, coating your suit-clad chest in white. you’re catching your breath, your cheeks stained in loose tears. miguel still pets your head, pushing the strands of hair out of your eyes, as he glances down at the mess he made, tilting your chin up. “does that…answer your question?”

[sinful-lanterns]

Angey oml imagine Yingying with her wet noodle gf why do I have a feeling she might like sucking on tiddies while just innocent batting her eyes and being like- “is something wrong, sweetheart?” *insert irl me crashing out- I would die if a pretty woman like Yingying called me that*

CW: Breast worship, breast sucking, Yingying being a tease, Reader is a soggy tissue for her gf

Yingying would absolutely love her wet noodle girlfriend. Your reactions are so funny and while she doesn’t understand why you get so flustered, she just enjoys teasing you.

“Why are you so flustered, sweetheart?” And she tilts her head as if she’s not currently mouthing your tits and making bold eye contact with you. Eye contact is a big thing with Yingying, she does it when she sucks your breasts, when she’s eating you out, all her favorite sex positions involve you facing her in some way as she needs to see your reactions. She thinks it’s a lot more intimate that way.

“Come on now, don’t look away! I wanna see your face when you come…” she pouts and grabs your chin to make you watch, her tongue lolling out to swirl around the nipple. “Your little rosebuds are so cute! Stiffening up under my tongue…you like that don’t you? My cute girl likes her breasts suckled?”

She can’t stop, she’s fawning over the sight of your nipples pebbling under her lips. How cute your body is when it reacts to her own, she wants to see more…

“Oh my…” a hand flies to her mouth when she sees your thighs tremble and the tiniest bit of cum trickle down your thighs. Did you just come from having your breasts suckled? Oh how adorable her girlfriend is! “Good, good girl!” Yingying praises, grabbing your face and peppering you in kisses. “Did that feel good? I bet that felt good.”

You’re drowning in praise, dizzy from pleasure before she finally kisses your lips and squeezes your cheeks. Before you could muster a breathless whine, she’s already sinking to her knees in front of you. “Such a cute little mess you’ve made for me. Now we aren’t done yet, I’m curious to know how you taste down here.”

Her breath feels hot on your lower regions, eyes beaming with an eagerness that leaves you utterly speechless. You are embarrassed, already about to look away before Yingying sharply grabs your thighs, spreading them a part for her.

“Now what did we say about eye contact? Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

And when you finally look down to meet her gaze, she makes a show of slowly licking up your clit, that same innocent glint in her eyes that shows you just how much she enjoys your reactions.

[lillyspeakz]

hcs on how the bursonas would react to getting/giving oral? :3

Yes yes and yes!

This is female anatomy… I’m sorry :((

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L’manbur:

-giving: he loves when you ride his face, loves holding you against him by your thighs as you crush his face with your thighs. He loves making you ride his fingers whenever you need him during the day and he’s busy, curling his fingers and thumbing at your clit as you bit into the fabric of his shirt.

-receiving: oml- when you slide under the table during meetings and suck him off, making it hard for him speak and stay focused without letting out a moan. Also loves when you jerk him off, your soft, sweet hands rubbing against his swollen tip and playing with him. Loves when you look intimidated at first and then get confident in your actions, whispering praises and some degrading comments to him.

Pogtopiabur:

- giving: he doesn’t really give you anything, other than the occasional fingering every once in a while whenever he’s too busy to fuck you. He cares more about saving his nation at this point then giving you the pleasure you crave. But when he does end up fingering, he does it in plain sight in the caves, where anyone can and has walked in on Wilbur fingering you or fucking you roughly. He made it known to everyone that you were off limits, even if he didn’t act like it.

- receiving: oh babe, your throat will hurt. He doesn’t want a pity hand job, he wants to fuck your throat until you have drool and cum spilling out of your mouth and coating your throat. He will force your head down and make you take all of him, wanting to feel your throat tight around his cock as you gag and cry for him to stop. But until you tap his thigh, he’s not stopping.

Ghostbur:

-giving: he’s very gentle with you, very hesitant even after he’s done this like thousands of times already. He places sweet kisses on your thighs and stomach, gently rubbing your skin as he finally makes his way down to your clit and places gentle kisses and sucks lightly at the bundle of nerve. His soft touches and soft attacks he leaves on your core, makes your legs shake from the sweet touches you weren’t quite used to from him.

-receiving: he isn’t a big receiver, doesn’t think it’s necessary. He just want to make you feel good and make sure you feel satisfied from it all. Yet, when he does finally allow himself to receive, my man turns into a whiney boy. Feels your mouth around him? Bucking as deep into your throat as he can, apologizing as he heard you gag, yet hips never stopping. Your soft hand around his hard cock? Wants to feel you around him right at the moment. Your hand doesn’t do your sweet, tight hole justice and he whines and moans about how he’ll feel much better inside you then out.

Revivebur:

-giving: oh this man holds you down. Your hips won’t leave the bed once and if they do, you are not going to finish that night. Wil likes to be in control, so when you try to make him go faster or tongue fuck you, he’s not going to take it lightly. Smacking your thighs or ass as he bites as your hip bone, calling you a desperate slut who can’t wait a couple minutes for more. So I advise you, maybe keep your hips down for rev.

-receiving: no mercy. Maybe. Depends on how he feels. If it was a good day with quackity and Tom wasn’t being insufferable, he would let you set the pace yet his hand would still be on your head, making sure you were making him feel good and not you. But if it was a really bad day and he comes home late? Oh I will be praying for yo ur voice the next morning. He will just use your that like a flashlight, no matter what position your in, he will make it work. He doesn’t like handjobs but will receive them if they’re apart of a quickie situation

Simpbur:

-giving: he’s messy. You will be dripping all over his mouth and he won’t stop until he wants too. You just taste so good and he finally has you underneath him, he’s not giving you time to breathe in between orgasms. Loves to tongue fuck you. Why use his fingers when he can use his mouth….

- receiving: WHINEY BITCH ALERT! Cannot stop bucking his hips into your mouth, loving the way it feels around him. You eventually have to hold his hips down and degrade him for being a needy whore. Loves hand jobs! Loves making eye contact with you as you whisper little praises and degrade him for being so whiney. Loves the random make out sessions you guys have when he’s about to cum, moans spilling into your mouth.

Incelbur:

-giving: he will take you to a different dimension. His goal is for you to feel good, only caring about you and how you finish. Wanting you to intense from the stressful day or week and just feel good at his account. He’s really cocky when it comes to eating you out, knowing he’s good at it. But when he fingers you? He’s relentless. Curling his fingers as he hits your g-spot, smirking against your mouth as you let out gasp and small moans, wanting more than anything for you to cum on his fingers and call him yours.

-receiving: like Ghostbur, he isn’t big on receiving. He doesn’t care for it. Doesn’t really like blowjobs because he doesn’t want you to hurt your throat and just thinks being inside you is better. But on the occasion you do, he likes to take it slow, savory the feeling of your warm throat taking his cock (he’s big), getting lost at the feeling. Now he doesn’t like hand jobs…. But thigh fucking you is a MUST! Loves your plush thighs and how they make a perfect flesh light for him to fuck into you, eventually painting you with his cum.

Ghost!wilbur:

-giving: oh my baby. He’s so sweet, yet he gets pussy drink fast, so don’t expect to leave the bed anytime soon. You can have cum 5 times already, drool pooling on the pillow, and wils still going at it, tongue flicking your clit and moving down to your entrance to grab the rest of the cum that he left. Loves how messy it gets, not having done this in forever- actually he’s never really done this. All the girls he’s had only wanting him to fuck them…. So let’s just say he enjoys it.

-receiving: will ask for a blowjob everyday if he can’t fuck you. He’s been deprived for almost 30 years, give him a break. He loves the stimulation, he loves the pleasure, and he loves how it’s at the hands of you. Only you who can make him feel the way he does. And he is a bucker, but not as bad as simp. So sometimes he’ll get too much, prompting you to holding his hips down as he whines.

Phantombur: (can you tell I love my ghost wil)

-giving: lowkey- phantombur gives off asexual vibes so. He does like to finger you, thinks it’s simple and plus he can go invisible to do it if he feels like you’ll be caught. He also goes invisible to tease you…. All the time. He does love to eat you out… loves your moans and your pleads for him to let you cum. Breath heavy as you thrust your hips up closer to his mouth, whiney as he hummed in disappointment against your mouth.

receiving: again, he isn’t a big sex person. But when he does want something, he prefers a hand job. He loves the simplicity of it, loves to kiss you randomly when he knows he’ll be too loud. The little praises you let out when he’s been so good and he gets to cum. Oh he’s a whore for that. If I knew any better I’d call him a sub.

[crxzytogether]

I am SO EXCITED. Like genuinely just thinking about the fact that the seasons already done filming and everythings that’s gonna be shot has been and we’ll be getting that on our screens in a couple months(ik it’s longer than that but time is a construct🙅‍♀️💆‍♀️) and we’ll finally get to watch everything we’ve been talking about for the past like 3 ish years WHICH CRAZY. We’ll see what we were right or wrong about see how everything finally plays out and UGH IM SO EXCITED I CANT. And honestly I shouldn’t be this excited rn bc it’s so far away still but I can’t help it just thinking about things we already know makes me giddy. All of the pictures we’ve gotten have me in a CHOKEHOLD all the outfits the expressions the general like things we can assume from what we see oml I’m actually gonna go crazy by the time s5 comes out or hell even just the teaser(pls drop soon !!!! Im still holding out for march 22nd)

[cheonstapes]

could you write about lando making the reader squirt? there’s a huge lack of squirting fics in f1 😣

lando norris stars in... 'IT'S RAINING IN SILVERSTONE' .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.

a/n ~ f1 request lesgo!! this was so fun to write ty baby 💗💗💗 i took forever to get this finished but its done now and i can finally rest

summary; you and lando celebrate his race win by giving him the one thing he's always wanted - to see you squirt.

pairings; lando norris x fem!reader

wc; 900+

cw; SMUT!!, squirtin, m*x, oral sex, you and lando being cute, wall sex, fingering, he's lowk a meanie, established relationship, it's actually quite wholesome, nawt proofread - took like a week to start this oml

it was neck and neck at this point, with two more laps to go, you found yourself gripping onto the edge of your seat - watching the monitors closely. you had so much faith in lando, seeing how hard he was training for his home race. you could hear the screams of the fans from the paddocks as he sped past, your heart was beating so incredibly fast, hands nervously rubbing on your jeans.

one more lap. you could see your boyfriend’s drs activating - the car revving up just behind max. “c’mon, baby, you can do it.” he glided past him with ease, despite max’s best efforts to stop him getting past. seeing lando taking 1st, you let out a relieved sigh, falling back into the chair as you clasped your hands over your mouth, a small smile hidden underneath. 

the checkered flag waved, everyone running outside to go greet him, cheers rang in your ears, smiling brightly as you chucked the headphones off and ran to him. he was surrounded by the team, lifting him up, patting him on the back, hugging him. it was nice and all, but he was really looking for you. turning his head, he squinted as he saw someone running towards him, eyes widening as he recognises that beautiful smile amongst all the people. politely pushing past everyone, he meets you in the middle, grabbing you by your waist and picking you up, kissing you with the utmost passion. 

“hi, baby.” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. he holds your body tightly against his own, sighing softly into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume. you stand in silence for a moment before he lifts his head, staring deeply into your eyes. “hi, love.” you smile, pressing your forehead against his, whispering. “you did it.” he grins. “i did it.”

he gracefully set you down, hand trailing down to the small of your back as you both squint from the bright flashes of the cameras pointed towards your loving interaction. you both pose for the cameras, lando’s arm dragging you in closer as he leans in to whisper lowly in your ear. “y’know you’ll always be the real prize, babe. ‘m thinking you need something in return for being such a good girlfriend to me.” he flashes you a cheeky smile, a hand discreetly squeezing your ass before he moves it back up to your waist. “and i’ll show you how much i treasure you later.” 

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“f-fuck, lando, honey - s-slow down.”

he had you pressed against the wall of his hotel room, head buried in between your thighs. he was really good with his mouth, you knew that already - but somehow everything felt so different. maybe it was the way he was curling his tongue around your walls, suckling onto your clit, or maybe it was the adrenaline from his last win. 

frankly, you couldn’t care less. all you knew was you felt fucking amazing. “did you get sweeter since i last ate you out, love?” he laughed against you, the vibrations tickling your clit. he was so smug it pissed you off, but fuck did it make you wanna ride his face till he can’t breathe. “s-shut up, i’m - shit…” he only smiled, fingers slowing down inside of you as he looked up from your thighs. “you’re what, baby? you about to cum for me?” 

“shut u-up.” your thighs were trembling around his head, hands gripping his curls as you push his face deeper into your cunt. you could feel three thick fingers enter you, blunt nails scratching at your sensitive walls. lando was wiggling his fingers in every way he could, eventually finding that spot inside you. his grin was nothing short of evil, his slick fingers abusing the power of spongy flesh. 

“oh-ho, you’re squeezing around me tighter than usual, babe. you sure you’re not about to cum?” again, such a cocky fuck. smiling up at you as he moved even faster than before, your stomach inadvertently clenching as you could feel pressure on your bladder. you whined a bit, shifting in his hold, your free hand pressing down on your stomach. lando immediately clocks on, his hand moving over yours as he presses down harder, small trickles of liquid already dripping onto the floor.

“oh shit, babe. you’re gonna squirt aren’t you? naughty girl, don’t keep these things to yourself.” he sucked harshly on your clit, 4 fingers now intruding your tight hole. sweat was dripping down your face as you tried your hardest to keep your balance on his shoulders, but your knees felt so weak, toes curling from the sensation.

“babeee - c’mon i know you want to. i can feel you clenching, i’ve always wanted to see you squirt anyway.” why was his mouth so dirty? you knew you were gonna squirt all over him, but it was a little embarrassing to practically piss all over your boyfriend. but he didn’t care. he was so shameless when telling you his desires, and this was no different. his words were laced with an intoxicating thrill, you just wanted to cum so bad. 

“l-lando - ugh, shit - cumminggg!” your cunt spasmed violently around his tongue, his thumb flicking your clit. you felt a sudden relief rack your body, streams of cream coloured liquid jetting out of you. “look at that, you’re such a good girl aren’t ya?” he chuckled again, eagerly swallowing all your release. he moaned at the taste, licking a stripe up your cunt before he pressed a light kiss on your clit. 

“how about an orgasm for every point i got today?”

-it's friday yeah then saturday sunday whaaat

[captain039]

Temptations of flesh

Astarion x omega!reader

Warnings: Body worshiping, first time, virgin reader, vampire things, AOB, intimate, sexual, heats, mates, possessiveness

GUESS WHO GOT BG3?!?! Literally in love with it, but everything I’ve done Astarion disapproves 🤣 I had a romance scene with him and I was fricken giggling like a school girl Oml

Mumma Karlach 👌🏻

Here’s my character

The camp was quiet, everyone was on their bed rolls sleeping while you stared up through the trees at the stars. Sleeping had been hard lately, maybe everything was finally catching up. Being one of the lower ranks in the group didn’t help, you got this far though. You got up carefully, making sure not to wake anyone as you headed to the close stream nearby. You washed your face and sighed before sitting down, you were exhausted, but sleep didn’t want to take you. You stared at the reflection of the moon, mind a mile away before something squirmed in your head and forced you to look behind you. Astarion had groaned holding his head before he cursed and approached. You let out a breath as the parasite calmed, it made you shudder and ick.

“Damned things” he grumbled sitting by you.

“What are you doing?” You asked keeping your gaze away from his handsome features. Gods know you lusted after this vampire, white curls, Ruby eyes and sharp features.

“Coming out to ask you the same thing” he said and you just shrugged.

“You haven’t been sleeping” he stated and you tensed, but brushed it off.

“Neither do you” you commented.

“Darling, I’m a vampire” he chuckled and you just nodded, you felt in a daze.

“Well aren’t you just miles away” he sighed and you finally looked to him.

“Sorry” you mumbled before looking back to the water, picking at the grass to keep you occupied.

“I really think you should go back to bed” he said.

“I’m fine” you huffed wincing slightly at the squirm in your head. Magic pulsated around you his voice echoing in your mind briefly before you forced it off. You panted softly wishing to stab this parasite out with a dagger and be done with it. You stood without a word and left, going back to your bedroll, maybe then people will stop asking questions.

The next morning you headed into town to grab supplies, the camp certainly needed it. You were more tired though, you didn’t sleep, just pretended and awoke with everyone else. Halsin gave you worried looks as did Shadowheart as you stated your leave to get supplies. The Druid offered to come and you declined, you weren’t in the mood for talking. You headed to the fresh market first, grabbed some food before going into a goods store. You picked up some things before heading to the merchant.

“Greetings” he smiled before frowning slightly, nose flaring.

“Are you sure you should be out?” He asked and you frowned.

“Excuse me?” You asked and he faltered.

“Sorry, that was rude I just-“ he flustered and you were confused.

“You do know you’re going into heat?” He asked softly and you dropped the basket you were carrying, something tingling in your mind.

Minutes later someone was rushing through the door.

“What happened?” Astarion panted like he just ran here.

“Astarion?” You asked confused as he sighed and walked over to you a glare on his face.

“What did you do?” He instantly accused the man behind the counter as your minds connected again and your thoughts echoed into his.

Heat, I’m going into heat- gods why didn’t I see this coming, should’ve prepared- prepared- heat

You quickly cut it off and the vampire quickly froze.

“How much?” You asked rushed and he said the price and you paid before rushing out the door. Gods you felt like a fool, what the hell had just happened and why on earth was Astarion there. You walked quickly, head down hoping no one would spare you a glance or sniff. You hoped Astarion would go his seperate way too, but that wasn’t the case. He chased after you, calling you, but you ignored him all the way to camp before he got annoyed. He snagged your wrist and you turned to him, his eyes frowning, but worry filling them.

“This must be talked about!” He pressed gaining the attention of the others.

“No it mustn’t!” You snarled and he bared his fangs slightly. Shadowheart thankfully kept the vampire at bay as you dropped off the supplies and left to go sit by the river again. You cursed, Damnit you should’ve been prepared. A parasite in your heard, crashing somewhere unknown and now this, an inconvenience. You moved your small tent away from camp, getting odd looks. You ignored the camp for the most part, mostly just waiting to feel when your heat was coming, you briefly told Karlach what was happening hoping she’d keep everyone in check. You were set up in a small ruined temple it looked like, the small creek separating you from the group. You hated how your tent was, the lack of bed, lack of pillows and blankets, no real way to make a nest to soothe you. You’d cried about it, thrown the few blankets and pillows you had in the ground in anger, yelling annoyed. Luckily the members of party seemed to leave you be thankfully. You tried to meditate, take your mind elsewhere, but it was just as bad as having a parasite in your head.

“Knock, knock” you jolted looking back to Karlach.

“What are you doing?” You didn’t mean to sound so snappy, but then your eyes glanced to the pillow and blankets in her hand.

“I went into town and got you some- saw you trying to make a nest and cried- anyhow here” she placed them down by the entrance keeping her distance. Your lip trembled slightly and you thanked her, apologising, she just smiled and left, ever since Karlach got here it felt like the group had a mum in a sense, she’d be huffing if one of you did wrong or celebrating everyone after a job well done. You took the blankets and pillow she gave you and added them to the pile you’d made. You were happier now, but it still didn’t fill the void, then again that void could be the need of an alpha.

It hit you in the middle of the night, you had kicked off your blankets, groaning at the sweat and slick sticking to your body. There was no wind tonight either, no cool breeze to sooth the warm day. You were awake quickly, shrugging off your pants and shirt, nobody would come over anyway. You stole some food and drinks to stock up so you didn’t have to get up, and nobody had to bring them to you. You cursed peering over the ruined wall out your tent, everyone looked asleep at least. You went back to bed with shaky legs and pulled a thin sheet over you. You laid on your back, hand shakily going down to your clit to give you some relief. You bit your lip at how sensitive you felt, shudders going through your body, it’d been a while since you pleased yourself in this way. You sought a quick release, working your hand quickly, but it always felt out of reach making you moan annoyed. Your hand slapped over your mouth stopping your movements, your body went warmer and you quickly lied on your side curling in a ball, not the safest thing to do. You wondered what time it was, hopefully the morn would come quickly and the camp can go and do whatever they need to do without you. You tossed and turned, tried to find release quietly, but always felt empty even with your fingers. It frustrated you so you gave up on annoyance before you heard something outside. You froze still, not daring to move a muscle, maybe it was just Scratch, or the owl-bear. The shadow on your tent though was human and you cursed in your head, you should’ve left camp, shouldn’t have made those noises. You heard a growl though and the shadow left, leaving you confused, who was it?

The morning finally came and the group left thankfully, only Scratch, the owl bear and Withers. You avoided the talking skeleton and went to take a wash in the river. You sighed at the cold that rushed over your body, Scratch began barking at you and you chuckled lightly, he hated water.

Astarions head was miles away, currently replaying the quiet, but harsh breathing you were making last night trying to relieve yourself, he heard the soft moan and his whole body shuddered with need. He almost gave in to instinct, cursing when his feet led him to your tent, listening to you toss and turn annoyed. He blamed the parasite, forcing him to give into his nature to take something so ripe for the picking.

“Astarion” the vampire looked up to the tiefling with a raised eyebrow.

“Where’s your head?” She asked head tilted.

“On my shoulders hopefully” he joked hoping to clear the air of anymore questions. It didn’t work by the raised eyebrow Karlach gave and the huff Shadowheart did.

“There’s a parasite in my mind of course I’m distracted!” He snapped, but the group wasn’t convinced.

“Leave it” he added with a warning tone and Karlach rolled her eyes and continued as they stocked up on camp supplies. The headed into that shop where Astarion almost killed the shopkeeper, he felt your panic like a stake to the heart, he’d followed you, he lied saying he needed something. When your mind merged with him saying about your heat his nose flared and he could smell the delicious scent of pre-heat on your skin. Your stress and anxiety clouded it though and before he could react properly you were scurrying out the building and back to the camp. Gods he felt stupid chasing and calling for you, he had no right to snag your wrist and demand the issue be talked about. You moved your tent without words, before you went to Karlach, cheeks adorably red and explaining the situation. Karlach looked surprised, but simply nodded, eyes too kind for his liking. He smelt it first, the delicious scent of sweat and slick, his mouth watered and he wanted to sink his teeth in your skin, not just for blood, but the taste of your heat on his tongue as he lapped over your feverish skin.

“Astarion!” Shadowheart quickly turned his mind away from you and he grumbled following the group. Somehow he ended up being pulled aside by Halsin as they were shopping.

“What?” Astarion asked annoyed.

“I understand your worry for our omega friend” Astarion felt his lips sneer, our omega, you were his.

“Nature intends things as such, these things cannot be avoided-“ the bear was finding words hard and the vampire huffed.

“Spit it out” he snapped and Halsin sighed.

“You shouldn’t leave her or yourself suffering” he said and he felt like he’d hit the grave again.

“Hells sake Halsin!” Astarion huffed.

“It is clear, I’m only trying to help-“ Halsin continued as Astarion practically stomped off, leaving the bear to sigh and shake his head.

Back at camp you were cooled off from the wash, you had some food and laid in the bed again. You slept some of the time, when you awoke again everyone was back and a pack was lying outside your tent. You practically snatched inside like a hermit and saw the food, fresh clothes and water. You laid everything out, still in your underwear. Your body was getting hot again though and you went back to bed quickly hoping to sleep some more off. Night time finally came, but you weren’t falling asleep despite the exhaustion. The need was too much and you felt like crawling to one of your companions tent just to be held or soothed, maybe Halsin could put a spell on you or something, even Gale. You’d been so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice the shadow outside your tent.

“Who’s there?” You said softly not wanting to wake the others. The figure faltered before answering though and you assumed they’d scurry off again.

“It’s me pup”

Next part ->

[vibescornerr]

played ena dream bbq and i’m in love

IT’S SOOOOOO GOOD. AND THE REFERENCES TO THE ORIGINAL ANIMATED SERIES AAAA 💗💗💗 DOLPHIN TAXI AA 😭😭🥰🥰💖 I missed this series so much.

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND AAA 😭😭 It has so much I love. I love chaos, I loved the weirdness and feeling like on a fever dream. Stories that just throw you into the chaos, and have you pick up the pieces, because there are pieces and despite the chaos, they do go together. It all makes sense in some fucked up way. (And the game did not fail at that at all!!! It did it so well and so loveable. Literally characters I barley knew for few minutes becoming so lovable to me!! Im looking at you Taski Maiden OOOUU I LOVE TASKI SO MUCH 💗💗💗) And the underlying mental health themes? The series is just something that was (and is) so weird yet understandable for me. Also I love loud things. And, just. Symbolism!! Or making sense of things. It just, ugh. 🤭 It checks all the boxes.

Overall? If the series doesn’t feel like my brain is being put in a blender in some way, I DON’T WANT IT! (Lol)

WHICH UM, SPEAKIMG OF. Original reason for this post. I was actually thinking of the colors and personalities for ENA. Like, 1. i am happy, and it feels nice, to see the fem voice being so bold and confident knowing how she is in the series. But also thinking of things.

ENA is blue (fem voice) and yellow (masc voice) in the animated series. Which that, their dialogue, mannerisms, and so forth can be put to toxic positivity. (Also oml blue ena, i relate to you so much aaa). Blue ENA being the negative, overwhelming, anxious, and generally sad emotions.. While yellow ENA is the ‘happy,’ putting on a smile. They talk calmly. They apologize for having a breakdown (which you shouldn’t have to but thats the point). The way yellow ena just slowly takes over blue ena trying to rip her away from her body like she’s some virus. Keeping the ‘why aren’t you smiling? Smile!’ Act. AGHHH I LOVE IT.

But the switch and new colors/personalities in ENA DREAM BBQ JUST MAKE SO MUCH SENSE?? (Which isn’t a surprise with how good the storytelling is and the creators ability to make sense out of chaos! But yeah) ENA DREAM BBQ seems less focus on toxic positivity which seemed like the animated series main thing (imo) while DREAM BBQ seems to have more of a focus on other things, the noticeable one for me being work culture. Which makes the switch, and making the masc voice a ‘salesman’ and the fem voice a ‘meanie’ so fitting!!! AAA!! The way the masc voice, known for toxic positivity and basically seeing sadness as basically a virus.. becoming a workaholic and taking the entire corporate mentality and becoming a ‘salesperson’ so good. Literal minimum wage employees who, when another employee is being abused by the system (just like they are being), goes ‘what ever is the best for the company.’ And then the fem voice (originally sadness and anxiety and etc) becoming meanie??? OMG. 1. I love narratives that have the main ‘good guy’ or perceived one preach something bad, while the entire story and world is tearing them that bad belief done. Showing exactly what happens when you suppress your emotions and follow that hurtful belief OOOOUUU AAA i love. But also?? 2. It’s just so fitting. The sad side, that has been pushed down for so long, becoming loud and angry. It’s that relatable feeling of the sadness and pain, and then the anger that slowly build up inside as society ignores your pains and abuse. The way it bowl overs until your screaming. And now that they look at you, you’re a ���meanie’ and ‘overreacting’ and not just finally snapping from years of abuse. Aaa. The way she literally has a (i forgot the name) but little cone thing to help increase her voice and make sure people hear her. It’s the ‘i’m tired of being ignored!’

Anyways rant over, i love ENA.

[straykidsnerd255]

Omg a fellow stay am so happy I came across your blog. Got even happier that you write for solo leveling and even Suho!(my scrunkly poo😋) I have some couple of friends who really like him along with me(I'll definitely recommend your blog to them for more of him from you). If you could please write a one shot of him here's the plot;the reader is an apostle that ran away from the Itarim and along the way got amnesia (idk how they would get it my brain is fried already bit you can think of anything)and lived as a normal human in the mortal world and met Suho in the art university and got along very well to the point he started harboring romantic feelings for them. And the reader being emotionally constipated (lmao) was pretty dense to how he felt (Love me some desperate and in love puppy Suho)time skip to him awakening and stuff and how he and the reader started going to dungeons and met Esil, the gang would slowly learn that the reader is from the Itarim despite themselves not knowing that they are one.But Suho wasn't bothered or worried since he loved them all the same and were unharmful and kind. Although the reader would have some inner struggle with their past identity or what they might have possibly done and spirals down some sort of breakdown. But Suho comes in to reassure them that he still saw them as someone he'd be besides for his entire life.so like some tiny angst from reader but Suho makes it all better :3

Oml am rambling I just have a big hyperfixation on him specifically😭. But I hope this helps with you writing the plot. Oh and If you can the reader is preferably gender neutral, I think it's nice for everyone to enjoy reading a piece of thier beloved favorite.hope you have a nice day/night and don't pressure yourself ♡

Title: Somewhere only you and I know

Pairing: Sung Suho x Itarim Apostle Reader

Genre: Angst/fluff

Song: Somewhere only we know by Keane

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): Reader forgetting their memories, reader having an identity crisis, gender neutral, swearing(like one or two swears happen), Suho being best boy, mentions of Suho’s parents’ disappearance, mentions of hostility towards reader, Suho is so whipped for reader, reader is a year younger than Suho (Suho is 22, reader is 21), Sung Jin Woo makes an appearance towards the end, someone dies (Its reader for a split second) , I am not quite caught up on Solo Leveling Ragnarok, so if there is something not right, I also don’t remember people's names except for the few that I do remember like Esil, and Suho, Jinah, and Jinho and of course Suho’s parents, Jin Woo and Hae-In

Summary: You had forgotten everything. What and who you were before waking up in a world of mortals and hunters. Not a single recollection of your past life could be remembered. So, you figured you would start anew. Now, a college student studying art when you happen to meet Sung Suho. Soon, you both are the best of friends, but Suho now has a problem. He really really likes you and doesn’t know how to tell you. During his little crisis of feelings, you are struggling to figure out who you really are as bits and pieces of your former life come filtering back.  

Word Count: 2616

Thank you so much for the request! Hello to you too my fellow stay!! I had so much fun writing this one-shot and I hope that more come for Suho. I do apologize if there are a few things missing, I’m not quite caught up with Solo Leveling Ragnarok so pardon any errors or mistakes.

Your head smacked against the table as the teacher finished assigning the final project. Suho looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. “Are you doing ok there?” He asked, watching you lift your head up and take a piece of paper. You picked up your pencil before looking at Suho. “Why is it that the teacher thought it was the best idea to give us such a huge project but not enough time?” You asked, watching Suho grin widely. “I don’t know but being able to draw whatever I want makes up for it. I actually started a painting of my parents and hope to use that as my final project.” He said, his eyes looking down at the table. You knew the story. He had told you about them when you two became the best of friends. 

You reached across the table and took his now trembling hand in yours. He looked up at you, his eyes had unshed tears filling them. “You will find your parents. I know you will. And I will be there next to you, helping you.” You said, a soft smile on your face. Suho could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Looking at you, Suho smiled. “And I will help you regain your memories again.” He said, tightening his hold on your hand slightly. The rest of the period consisted of you and Suho hunched over your papers as you both began sketching out the drawings designs. Suho was thorough in capturing what his parents looked like. He still remembered their faces when he was about 15 years old. 

He remembered the way his father would smile at him and congratulate him on his achievements. How his mother would pull him into a hug and tell him how proud she was of him. His hand stopped moving across the paper, he could feel his thoughts starting to spiral, his heart pounding so fast in his chest as worst case scenarios filled his mind. ‘What if they were murdered when he wasn’t there?’ Shaking his head, he glared at the paper. ‘That wouldn’t happen. Father was strong, same with mother. Dad was even a homicide detective so how could he have died?’ Suho shook his head not wanting to think about that anymore. 

He turned back to the paper and felt his heart clench. He had been drawing the entire time he was lost in thought. His parents stared back at him from the paper, their smiles were soft and gentle, and their eyes seemed to hold the universe in them. You looked up from your drawing when you couldn’t hear Suho’s pencil anymore and found him staring at his paper, a gentle smile sitting on his lips. You tilted your head, but saw the picture that Suho drew. Your heart warmed at the sight. ‘He really misses his parents.’ You thought, watching Suho faintly trace his mother and father’s face with his finger.

After class ended, You and Suho walked to your lockers to grab your bags and head home. Suho’s aunt had so graciously allowed you to stay with them til you could get on your feet. As you and Suho entered his aunt’s house, you bowed to her and her husband before slipping off your shoes and slipping on slippers. The rest of the day consisted of you and Suho putting the final touches to your sketches. “Wow Y/n. That art is spectacular.” Suho’s aunt said, leaning over to look at the art. You smiled rubbing the back of your neck. As you opened your mouth to say thank you, a sharp pain filled your head. You clenched your head and clenched your eyes shut. 

Suho jumped from his chair running to the kitchen to grab a cold washcloth. Returning, he made you sit back against the chair with your head tilted back. He placed the cloth on your forehead and you immediately melted as the cold seeped into your skin. You groaned as the pain immediately vanished. “Suho, what happened?” his aunt asked, turning to her nephew. “Y/n gets terrible headaches that just appear out of nowhere. The only thing that happens to help is a very cold wash cloth.” Suho said, moving closer to your side and flipping the cloth over to the other side.

A few days passed but the headache seemed to get worse. You were constantly in pain, but one thing that stuck out was the fact it showed a bright white room, pillars everywhere and angel like creatures that stood towers above the humans. You gripped your head as you screamed, Suho sitting next to you when an episode happened, tried shaking you gently, the cold washcloth lying on the coffee table forgotten. You gripped Suho’s arm with strength he didn’t know you could muster up. “What the hell am I Suho?” You said, your eyes flashing a different color as your body doubled over. Slowly and over time, your memories began to return. People could see the changes and began to grow hostile. Hating everything about you. Suho, however, stayed by your side. He snapped and yelled at those that would hurt you. 

Currently, you were laying on Suho’s lap, eyes closed and trying to at least get some rest. Suho was positively shaking. During the time he had been by your side, he started developing feelings for you. He didn’t care if you were to be his enemy. Days passed with Suho following you everywhere you went. You had begged him not to leave you as you were terrified. You didn’t know who or what you were and having everyone hate you didn’t make you feel any better. When you finally came to terms with what was happening, Suho had been working to awaken his own powers that he harbored. When Suho’s friends had met you they didn’t like you. They even admitted to hate the idea of being friends with you because of what you are.

{Months Later}

Suho had done everything to get you out of your apartment, but nothing was working all that well. Suho’s heart was starting to break as he listened to your sobs from outside the door. A few days finally passed before he had enough. He took the spare key that you had given to him and unlocked the front door. Suho knew right then and there he didn’t want to feel that heart wrenching pain ever again. You were laying on the floor, tears streaming down your face. Other than himself, Esil was the only other person that cared about you and made sure you had company when needed. 

Suho knelt down in front of your face, waiting for you to even look up at him. “Suho, you should leave me. I’m a monster. To think I was someone that belonged to the enemy side.” A fresh wave of tears fell down your face. Suho could feel his heart breaking the more he watched you. “Y/n, I don’t care who you are or what you are. You have always been a sweet, and caring person.” Suho said, dropping so he was laying on his side facing towards you, his hand taking your hand in his and pressing it to his heart. Your eyes widened but you didn’t remove your hand. The feeling of his heartbeat against your hand made your already racing heart to slow down. You had longed for a way to figure out who you were but at the same time, you didn’t want to leave Suho and the others. You didn’t want to go back to your old life. There was a reason that you had forgotten about it, possibly even ran away from your old life.

“Please don’t shut me out anymore.” Suho whispered. You slowly moved closer to him, tucking your head into his chest and closing your eyes. Suho's face burned a bright red but his arms wrapped around your slightly trembling body. You tucked yourself closer to him and his arms seemed to tighten. Then, your body stilled. Your breathing halted and your eyes didn’t open. Suho gently shook your body but you didn’t move. He pressed his ear to your heart but his eyes widened and his heart sank to the pit of his stomach. You had died in his arms. He was the last person you saw before your body gave up. Suho held you in his arms as he cried into your shoulder, begging you to come back to him. 

Opening your eyes, you stood before the massive gods. Their eyes on you. You knew what they wanted. They wanted a report. They wanted you to tell them the weaknesses of humankind. To tell them a way of killing everyone in the world. You looked at them directly, not bowing, or calling them by their titles. But instead, you warned them. You warned them that if they tried to hurt that world, they would lose everything they held dear. Possibly, even their lives. Of course, these gods laughed at your warming. Laughing at the mear idea of humans being able to attack or possibly kill them. Opening your mouth to counter, you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

Turning to the side, you were met with none other than Suho’s father, Sung Jin Woo, the current Shadow Monarch. Your eyes widened as you met him, the immediate need to bow to him was nearly choking you. You made the move to kneel and bow, but Sung Jin Woo shook his head, a smile on his face. “Please return to my son. He needs you right now. I can take care of this.” He said, shoving his hands in his long coat pockets, a smile on his face. You watched as his calm demeanor changed as his eyes began to glow a dark purple. That same purple surrounded his body. “Arise.”  

Legions of shadows appeared all around you. You looked at Sung Jin Woo, who had his eyes glued on the gods before him, but a simple nod of his head and the shadows rushed forward. Your eyes widened as you watched the Shadow Monarch for a simple moment before you were forced from the platform and floating away from the battle that rocked the darkness of space. Your heart raced as you watched the battle. Suho’s father was strong, but he was also so gentle when talking about his son. “Go back to my son Y/n. He needs you.” Sung Jin Woo’s voice filled your head once again. Almost immediately, Suho filled your thoughts. The looks he would give you when you were not looking. The soft smiles he would only give to you. Even the fear that appeared on his face when you shut yourself away. You closed your eyes, willing yourself to return to your body.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, the sound of sirens and sniffling could be heard. You blinked before slowly sitting up. The paramedic that was working to help you gasped when you sat up. He started taking your vitals and found it weird that your vitals looked completely normal. Packing his things up, he made sure that you were really ok before standing up and leaving. Placing your hand on your head, you closed your eyes and sighed out before standing up slowly and sitting down on the couch. Your mind drifted off to Suho’s father, watching as he and his shadows took to fighting the massive gods that you have once served. You were angry. Mad that you even thought following those gods was the right thing to do, or the fact that it was Sung Jin Woo, Suho’s father that pulled you from the nightmare.

“Suho?” You called out, after not hearing anything for a while. The sound of something dropping and feet running across the floor could be heard as Suho burst into the living room. His eyes red from how long he had been crying. “You’re alive.” He whispered, moving closer to you. Standing in front of you, he dropped to his knees and wrapped arms around your waist. His face is buried in your lap. You could feel his tears soaking into your pants. “Suho, I met your father.” You whispered. Suho’s head snapped up, his eyes wide as he searched your eyes. “Does that mean he’s dead?” Suho asked. You shook your head, “No Suho. He isn’t dead. I also regained my memories. I am an apostle sent by Itarim to kill off humanity.” You said. You watched Suho freeze but he didn’t pull away from you. “I realized that wasn’t the place I wanted to be. It wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to live a normal life, or at least as normal as it can be.” You said, your hand moving to thread through Suho’s hair, watching as his eyes closed, a soft breath leaving his lips.

Opening his eyes, Suho looked up at you, his eyes tracing your features as he gave you a goofy grin. You smiled down at him. “I don’t care what or who you are. I don’t care that you were an apostle for a group of gods that my father is facing off with. I don’t care if you are just a normal human.” Suho said, moving from where he was on his knees and sitting on the couch next to you. “Is this a weird time to tell you that I have a crush on you?” Suho asked, his face dusted a dark red as he waited for your answer. You laughed before turning to face him. “No, but I am a little dense. What do you mean by having a crush on me?” You asked, a sly smile on your lips. Suho turned to you and his own grin appeared on his face as he leaned towards you. 

“This is what I mean by having a crush on you.” Suho said, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes immediately close. The warmth in your chest expands as Suho presses closer. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest while he deepens the kiss. Pulling away, you both stare at each other with half lidded eyes as you try to catch your breath. A red dusting the bridge of your nose while the tips of his ears were red. Your fingers moved up to your lips and brushed your fingers against your lips, a happy smile on your face. You leaned your head on Suho’s shoulder and closed your eyes. Suho wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your head. 

“Do you understand what I mean now?” He asked, his fingers rubbing down your arm as you smiled softly. “Yeah. I understand what you mean now.” You mumbled, pressing closer to Suho’s side. You knew you would never really come to terms with what you truly are, but with Suho by your side, you knew you could handle anything that comes your way. Suho, your ever-loving support, would smile and tell you how proud he is of you, and how much he loves you. You knew you found the right person to love. “Promise you will never leave me?” You asked one night as both you and Suho walked hand in hand around the small part near your shared apartment. Suho looked at you and smiled softly. “I will never leave you. I will share all your problems if you will let me.” Suho whispered, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours in a soft, chaste kiss before you both continued on your walk, your steps lighter, now that you had someone by your side.

[rafedaddy01]

Babes, I literally LOVE your writing, frrr! You're so talented! And OML- you write Rafe soo good! If you take requests, I would do ANYTHING for dark!Rafe x pogue!reader (noncon would be great) where reader dares to talk back to Rafe, and he shows her who's actually in charge😩😮‍💨of course, only if you can! I hope you're okay. Love ya!❤️❤️❤️

Rafe x fem.kook.reader

Warnings: NONCON, smut, spitting kink, name calling, not really proof read

Rafe was the type to always be in control and you knew that. To be honest it was really fucking annoying. He’d think that he could control you like you were a dog humping his leg, you were a women. A very much independent women. Rafe knew of your fierce side and often would warn you not to use it.

You being the stubborn bitch that you are would not obey. Which of course would result with a punishment. Sometimes it would be light spanking. Other times it would be him luring orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were passed out. You weren’t gonna lie, at times it turned you the fuck on when he’d dominate you, but other times it would just frustrate you. He’d think that he’d bark an order and you’d obey like a good little lap dog.

Tonight was gonna be different. Tonight you’d take a stand. Put him in his place. Oh how that would be a mistake. But you didn’t know that yet. The two of you attended a party as you always do every Friday night. Rafe often sold drugs there and had quite a few buyers. What do you expect from rich teenage asshole who like to waste their parents money. “Go sit over there and wait for me” Rafe barked out at you as he went off to deal with business. You figured annoying him at the start of the night would be stupid, so you obeyed. With an eye roll ofc.

An hour passed, then two, then three. You decided enough was enough. You downed a drink and stood up, eyes scanning the room for Rafe. You spotted him lining up some coke on the table in front of the couch with people around him. Your blood boiled as he snorted it and a tall blonde next to him had her hand on his thigh. He always did stupid shit like this. But when you’d flirt with others he’d “fucking kill them” quote Rafes words.

You stormed up to him, stopping in a Superman pose with your hands on your hips. He stopped telling his blonde friend something that made her blush and turned to see you. It was almost like he had no shame for letting someone else ogle him while you sat and waited for him, his eyes scanning your pissed off face and leaning back into the couch with a sign.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit out” he spit out as the blonde hand was on his chest now

Your eyes filled with rage as you stared at him.

A smirk lifting the side of your lips. “I got tired of listening to you” you said leaning in closer. His eyes switched to a black scolding stare. He was trying to hold himself together in front of his customers, who still sat on the loungers around the two of you. “What did you say?” He said through gritted teeth as he pushed the blonde away from him.

You threw you head back in a crazed laugh. His eyes squinted at you, yours falling back on his and holding his gaze.

His fists were balled up now. “I. Got. Tired. Of. Fucking. Listening. To. You.” You said slowly. “I’m done Rafe. I’m leaving. Enjoy his small sick” you said the last part to the blonde next to him. You turned on your heel and left the group. You weren’t sure where you were going to how you were gonna get there, Rafe being your ride. But you didn’t want to be here. So you headed outside.

Your eyes filled with tears, but it was like a weight lifted off your chest. You were finally free from Rafes hold and it felt good to stand up for yourself. You started walking on the sand near the water that the beach house was by. Your enjoyed the crisp night air as you made way home. “Y/n! Where the fuck do you think your going!” A voice you knew all too well

“Rafe I told you. I’m done listening. Find someone else to be your bitch!” You shouted

“Y/n.. don’t test me” his warning tone made you laugh crazed again.

Suddenly he was right behind you. Your body froze as you turned around. Your cheeks flushed with heat as your eyes met his. There was nothing behind them. They were dark and vengeful as his chest heaved with his breathing. His hands gripped your wrists and twisted, he pulled you closer to him. His musky scent filling your nostrils.

“Let me go Rafe!” You said tugging your wrists back, but no use. His crazed stare intensified as he held you tighter. “Ow!” You winced as he gripped both your hands with one of his and the other snaking around your throat. It wasn’t hard but hard enough to let you know he could easily choke you if he wanted to. “I think you forgot who your talking to princess” he said coming up in your face that you could taste the alcohol off him

You whimpered as he gripped your throat harder, a small gasp leaving your lips in hopes to get more oxygen in. His lips curled up in a sickening snarl. His eyes darted between yours as he kissed you, you resisted but he squeezed harder.

Your mouth stopped fighting and he engulfed you with his tongue, pushing it past your teeth and practically down your throat. You didn’t want it, but you knew it’s be no use fighting. Tears left your eyes as he continued his fight with his tongue down your throat. He pulled back and you sucked in a breath as his hand let go of your hands, one of his still on your throat. “I think you need to be punished, princess” his tone was husky and it shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.

You spit out and it landed right on his face. Big mistake. His smirk vanished as he used his thumb to wipe it off. “Naughty girl” he growled out as he pushed you to the ground.

You scoot her back into the sand, trying to get away. He shook his head as he gripped your ankles and pulled you back to him, his hand gripping your wrists once again and pushing them above your head. At this point you were wiggling around, fear cascading your body at what you knew he was capable of. But you couldn’t help the wetness soaking through your panties. What the fuck was wrong with you! His lips tangled with yours again.

“Rafe! Please!” You cried as tears streamed down your cheeks, the saltiness stinging your eyes. “Shhh, someone will hear your pretty cries, princess” he whispered in your ear as his kiss travelled down your neck, pecking it softly before pulling back. He hovered over you and his signature smug smirk was back on his face. “You should have obeyed” he said gripping your chin with his free hand.

“Never!” You said back at him. Your own face twisted in a scowl as you stared back at him with a confident stare. It was inevitable to fight him. You knew Rafe all too well and you knew what he was capable of. It was better to give into him than fight against him. “Oh, princess. You just don’t know when to stop”

He let go of your chin and lowered his hand to your jeans, unbolting them and pulling the zipper down, one of his hands still pinning both your hands above your head, never letting go

“Smile, princess. You might like what I do to you” he said.

Your eyes held his gaze as his fingers dipped into your wetness. “Why you so wet, princess?” He teased as his smirk widened as his fingers gathered some wetness on them and brought them to your lips, coating them like lipgloss. “Taste how horny you get for me!” He instructed.

Your tongue darted out and licked them as he groaned, watching you.

His hard on was poking you in the thigh as he slightly grinded it to relieve so tension. His fingers dipped back in your jeans and shimmed them a little lower as he rubbed your clit. “Rafe please!” You whined as you tried wiggling against his hold. “Easy, princess. Wouldn’t want to hurt you” he said as he pinched your clit, making you whimper and jerk at the sensation. You didn’t want this but it was no use fighting the pleasure igniting in your body. “Your dripping, princess. You sure you don’t want this” it was like he was reading your mind.

“I don’t.” You said coldly. His smirk widening. He moved his fingers lower, separating your lips and running two fingers between them. A small moan leaves your lips, his eyes darting up to yours. You turn you head to not look at him. “Hey! Eyes on me or I stop” he warns. It took everything in you not to look at him, but surly your head rolls back to his gaze. “Good girl” he praises, resuming his assault.

“Does that feel good?” He asks at his fingers wiggle there way inside you, curling up in a come here motion and pumping in and out. Your mouth hands open. His fingers are so much bigger than yours and it always felt good when he fingered you. You shook the thoughts out as you remembered he was doing this against your will.

“No” you said, voice strained as he sped up, his thumb circling your throbbing clit. “I think your pussy says otherwise, she’s squeezing me so tight. Are you gonna cum slut? Huh?” He asked, shouting the last phrase a bit to loud. You always loved being degraded at he obviously knew that, using it to his advantage. He pumped faster as your legs began shaking. The familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up.

You heard him groan as your juices leaked out of you. He was pumping your poor pussy so hard that the squelching sound could be heard from the house if the music wasn’t blaring so loud, covering up your screams. “Go ahead, princess. Let go, show me just how much you don’t want this” he chuckled as he inserted a third finger. Your body shook vigorously as you high took over and any feeling of not wanting it or of hating Rafe and standing up to him washed out of your body. You screeched a high pitched moan as you slumped back down on his hand.

Rafe retracted his hand and brought it to his lips this time, sucking his fingers clean and groaning at your smell and taste. His eyes darted back to you, tears running down your cheeks. He brushed them off with his thumb as he caressed your face, a false hope of love he was giving you. His gaze darkened as his hand reached down to his belt and undid his pants. Your eyes widening at the realization that he wasn’t done with you.

Rafe was practically foaming at the mouth at the thought of being deep inside you. You tried wiggling free once more but a grip on your jaw made you wince in pain. “Open” he ordered. He pried your mouth open as he let his spit drop onto your shaking tongue. He closed your mouth and watched you reluctantly swallow. “Good girl” he said petting your hair like you were some fucking animal.

His dick was free now and massaging your clit as you wiggled. He slid it between your folds and groaned at the way you gripped him. A low moan betrayed your body as he started thrusting. Laying his head on your shoulder, your own rolling to the side and quietening your cry’s. He thrusted into you hard, rolling his hips slightly and loving the moans that snuck out of you.

He felt you tighten around him and he lost it. Diving into you deeper and letting you wrists go to grip the sand on either side of you. Your hand flying to his neck and gripping for dear life as an orgasm approached. Your mind in a sex haze and forgetting about not wanting it. He fucked you relentlessly. “Your never gonna get rid of me” his threat lingered as your eyes fluttered and indulged in the dark pleasure he delivered your body. His own release shaking his body as he groaned as his pumps came to a stop, still deep inside you.

His breathing picked up as you felt his dick re-harden in you. “Rafe get off me!” You said trying to push him off

He pushed you down. “Not a chance, princess. This is your punishment” he growled. “I know you want it, your pussys practically sucking me in” he started thrusting again and you groaned. Your eyes rolling as you let him use you. He was right. There was no getting rid of him. Showing him your attitude would just get you in trouble.

“I hate you!” You cried as pleasure washed through you again. “Yeah” he said with one hard thrust. “But your pussy doesn’t” he continued slamming into you. Relentlessly. His breaths coating your skin and making you shiver, goosebumps evident. “Your my little whore and don’t you forget it” he scowled.

“Please..” you moaned. “Please” he mocked you. “What do you want?” He asked coming down to your neck and biting. “I-I need to cum” you moaned. His fingers dipped to your clit circled it roughly. Edging you on. “Fuck!” You screamed. “Hold it” he sternly said

His dick twitched as he went back to pounding into you, his balls contracting with his second high hitting him and your, oh you don’t even remember how many he stole from you tonight, hit you both like a truck. He slid out of you and landed his sweaty body on yours.

“Your never getting rid of me y/n.” He said breathing heavy, “and I’m in control here. You will fucking listen to me”

@v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings

[kisscoolen]

OML ITS FINALLY DONE!! This is my first anamatic and I’m bad at alight motion so pls be nice.

if anyone’s confused this is basically three separate time periods, the first is right after transformation, the second is a couple months in, and the third is a little over a year in.

this idea had been floating around in my brain forever so I had to get it out, honestly it could have probably applied better to any human bill any but I wanted to do it with mine bc I love drawing him.

I really hope you all enjoy this!! If it flops I will cry /hj 😔

[lillylvjy]

Wilbur is in the bathroom anxiously trying to rub the makeup off his neck, you realise hes taken a while so you walk in and see his slightly panicked state and you make him sit on the counter as you stand between his legs and gently begin to wipe over the makeup all the while softly talking to him

(I keep thinking about that one line in normal people things)

Oml yes Charlie!

All I can imagine is like you placing the makeup on and making sure it stays with all that extra crap you put on. And him just taking a wipe, ready for bed, and starts wiping gently, nothing . Again, nothing. So he starts rubbing as he quickly starts to internally panic about what may happen if this doesn’t come off.

Meanwhile. Your taking you dandy ol time, and when you finally reach the bathroom, Wils neck is practically red and his eyes are welled with tears of frustration.

“I can’t get it off.” Wil’s voice is hard with tiredness and exhaustion.

You frowned as you looked up at him and quickly turned him around.

“Hope on the counter, let me try.” You said as he quickly sat on the counter like it was a his size, and tilted his neck towards you. “Now, a little tip, don’t rub. It’s only going to irritate your skin more. Almost draw soft circles with it. Or you can put coconut oil and rub that in and gently wash it off with water. Make up wipes are good for your skin, but this is your neck for now so I’m not worried.”

After the little rant, wil couldn’t help but smile. He loved when you ranged about the littlest things. One of the things he admired about you. Finding something good in small things. He gently brought his head down to look at you as you bit your lip and concentrated on getting this make up off.

“What?” You made eye contact with him as you softly rubbed the wipe one more time before looking at the spots and- “done. You may want to wash your neck with water though, real quick.”

Wil nodded as he stood up, gently placing his hand on your cheek as you looked up at him.

“You’re so pretty. Thank you.” Wil leant down and kissed your forehead as your cheeks warmed and a smile took over your expression.

“Anytime, love.”

[luvxxriki]

can you do enhypen reaction to your new haircut and seeing it for the first time please

thats such a cute idea oml

pairing - ot7 x fem!reader (different scenarios)

genre - fluff, established relationship(s)

warnings (but not really) - petnames (for reader and members), some pda in jays, jake is a little stupid surprised, jungwons and sunghoons are a little similar, reader threatens to kill riki (in a loving way...), riki's is a bit longer than the others because bro fucked up☠

wc - 1k (a bit over 100 per member) (except for riki, his is 289)

notes - tysm for the req, i hope you like it! 🫶🩷

Lee Heeseung

After what felt like forever, you finally got home from your hair appointment. It didn't even take long, just a simple cut and style. But what made it feel like years was the fact that you couldn't wait to show Heeseung. He knew you were going out, but you never said anything about your hair. 

"Hee?" You called out. You heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen and he leaned on the doorframe, a few feet away from you. He looked at you with a smile and came a bit closer, examining your new style.

“When’d you do that?” He put one hand around your waist and used the other to (gently) touch your hair. 

“I just got home, when I said I was going shopping I actually had a hair appointment”

“It’s so pretty baby, it suits you so well” Heeseung pecked your lips and leaned back to get a better look at your hair. 

You could tell he definitely loved it.

Jay Park

“All done! Do you like it?” Your hairdresser asked. You smiled brightly and got out of the chair, thanking her and walking towards your boyfriend who sat on his phone in the waiting area of the salon. 

“Jay,” You called. “I’m all done, how does it look?” 

“He got up out of the chair and smiled. “Beautiful as always. Want me to pay?” You playfully rolled your eyes at his offer and grabbed his hand to walk out of the salon.

“I already paid, don’t worry”

“Then at least let me take you to dinner. You look so beautiful, you have to show it off somewhere!” He pulled you into a soft kiss as you exited the salon.

“Fine, lets go!”

Jake Sim

“Baby, what should we- Your hair!” Jake walked into your bedroom and the first thing he noticed was your freshly cut and dyed hair. Yes, maybe you should’ve told him, but where's the fun in that?

“Do you like it?” You looked up at him while he sat next to you on your bed. He grabbed a chunk of it to take a closer look. It was beautiful on you, the dark red highlights suited your features perfectly. It was just a bit jarring at first, that's all.

“It's so pretty, just caught me off guard” He laughed nervously. He really did love it though. He sat near you properly and continued playing with your hair, while you giggled at his actions.

“So you really do like it?”

“Nuh uh, I loveee it”

Park Sunghoon

“Do you notice anything?” You sat down on the couch near Sunghoon while he was watching some random show. He turned his head towards you and scanned your body a few times, before raising his eyebrow.

“New shirt?”

“You got this for me like three months ago?” You looked at him, your eyes basically saying ‘you can’t be serious’

“I know, it goes good with your haircut,” He smiled.

Your face lit up and you leaned in closer to him. “So you noticed? Does it look good?”

“It looks beautiful angel” He kissed your cheek and leaned back in his seat, going back to watching whatever he was watching while playing with your hair.

Kim Sunoo

“Sunoo, come here!” You yelled for your boyfriend, who was probably already doing his night time routine because he got tired of waiting for you to be done at your hair appointment.

“I'm doing my skincare, come in the bathroom!” He yelled back. You walked in and saw him with a face mask on and his hair tied into a little ponytail on top of his head. “Finally, you’re back! Lemme see your hair”

He turned away from the mirror to look at your hair. “Wow, it’s so pretty! Your bangs frame your face well” He smiled as he ruffled your hair. You hit his hand away from your head and backed up.

“Don’t touch, I just got it done!” 

Yang Jungwon

“Hey babe” Jungwon kissed your lips as you walked through the door. He knew you had just gotten your hair done, so he paid extra care to look at it a bit closer today.

“Your hair looks really nice! She did a good job” He gently twirled a strand around his finger, making sure to not mess up the loose curls your hair was styled into.

“Thank youuu” You smiled “It didn’t take long either, I think I’ll go back next time!”

“You should! That lady really knows what she’s doing, it looks beautiful” He patted your head and led you to the living room, where you guys cuddled and continued talking about your days while Jungwon played with your hair.

Nishimura Riki

“Nishimura Riki, what did you do?!” You shrieked. You knew your boyfriend could be dumb, but not this dumb.

“I’m so so sorry baby, it got in the way and I didn’t notice!” He tried to comfort you and say it didn’t look bad, but he was just making it worse for himself.

You needed some help cutting the tag off of your shirt, and Riki so kindly offered to help. While he was cutting the tag though, he didn't realize your hair had gotten in between the blades of the scissors. Now, your mid-length hair had a nice big chunk taken out of it.

“How do you not notice something like that?! I swear I’m gonna kill you Riki!” 

“Baby please, I’ll take you to the salon right now, I’ll even pay!” He grabbed your hand and caressed the back of it with his thumb to try to calm you down.

“Yea, you will! Let’s go” You basically dragged him out of the house and into the car so he could drive you to your hair salon.

Time skip

“All done! See, it’s not bad, you look amazing with short hair!” You hair dresser complimented as you both walked over to the front desk where Riki would be paying. Once his wallet was drained, he took your hand and you guys left the salon.

“See, I told you! You look so pretty no matter what, but I really like this style on you!” He smiled. You tried your best to not show that you agreed, but he could see the very obvious smile on your face when he complimented you.

“Maybe it wasn’t that big of a mistake!”

“Don’t push your luck, Ki, I still wanna kill you”