#THE MOTIONS???? P L S

[moonlightmagical]

hey guys, i just fully processed that we live in a world where fabian has canonically tried to give gilear a vasectomy in the middle of the night. how are the rest of you doing.

[captain-crowfish]

LAIKA uploaded a new studio overview video, and this one features behind-the-scenes clips from their upcoming film, Wildwood!

[magpieddd]

I started video editing again and i feel like such an old man, why am i searching tutorials on how to make two consecutive zooms i used to be able to do this shit when i was 15

[latenightdaydreams]

https://twitter.com/jorgez86/status/1784662798334873909?t=oTtZ6CNJrt3NPWomT5ewFA&s=19

I insist on Konig is blessed with his dick and balls. He's definitely a living God of sex 😩😩 I mean he'd probably cum a lot like the video above=)))

This man would definitely be blessed with a massive cock and balls😮‍💨💖🤭 He would also have the stamina to go round after round, leaving you stick and covered from all ends🤭

All Night (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, p in v, oral, cum play, anal, big breast, breast fucking

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“Mmm,” König moans, looking down at his cock between your breasts, “suck the head.”

You lift your head forward to suck on the tip of his cock. The salty taste of pre-cum consumes your taste buds as you look up at him with your beautiful eyes. Your hands hold your breasts together for him. The loud sucking sound of his cock leaving your lips before pushing back in a mix with the sound of König’s pants.

“Just like that.” König drops his head back. His pace picks up, his hands push yours away to wrap tightly around your large breasts.

Your skin is so warm, soft, and slippery from all the slobber. The way your mouth sucks the tips of his cock and your tongue flicks the underside, he can’t hold on anymore. He drops your breasts and scoots up closer to your face. He moves one hand to the back of your head and begins bobbing it up and down on his cock.

His fat cock fills your throat, your legs tense as you gag. You move your hands to his thighs; you squeeze them, mumbling on his cock. Pushing your head down more on his cock until his heavy balls hit your chin. Thick globs of saliva drip from the sides of your mouth as König grunts.

“I’m going to cum.”

He pulls out quickly and strokes his cock quickly over your face. You look up at him with your mouth wide open, ready to accept his load. As the first warm rope of cum shoots out and lands across your eye, you close it, jerking your head back. Thick globs of cum fall onto your tongue as you hold it out. Your face covered in his warm cum, your nostrils consumed with the smell.

König slaps his cock on your tongue, shoveling cum from around your face into your mouth. “Oh fuck, eat my cum, Hure.”

You moan and eagerly accept his cum into your mouth. His cock slipped back into your mouth. You suck it clean, making sure to not leave any cum behind. Licking up and down his cock before licking his balls, sucking on one lightly. Your tongue travels back up the length of his cock and König watches intensely, with a furrowed brow.

“That’s my good girl.” He smiles down at you, caressing your messy face. “Bend over.” He stands off of your body, sitting to the side as you get on all fours.

He l gets behind you on his knees, his hands caressing the curve of your ass. His eyes watch as you stretch around his cock. Moans flow from your lips. His hips push forward, trying to fit his 10-inch cock into your tight pussy.

“Please fuck me, König.” You beg, looking behind you.

He nods his head and squeezes your hips, fucking you harder. One of his hands slipping up your waist, to your breasts, swinging with his motion. He cups one of them and squeezes. A loud moan leaving his lips.

“You’re so perfect.” He leans over to kiss your back, biting your skin gently.

He can feel your pussy clench around his cock as you get close to climax. Your hands grab the pillows ahead of you and your breathing gets heavier. He leans back, wrapping your hair around his hand and the other around your throat, pulling you back to him.

“Cum on my cock.” He growls in your ear.

“Yes, yes, ah-” Your body trembles as he bucks his hips into you rapidly.

König sinks his teeth into your neck as his cock throbs deep inside of you. Cum filling you as he thrust deeply inside of you. He moves his lips kissing over where he bit down; hot breath hitting your neck as he tries to calm down. Moving his hips as he leans back, he watches his cum cover his cock. Slowly, he pulls his out and cum pours out of your stretched hole.

He leans down and grabs your ass check to spread it apart, enjoying watching it come out. A small pool forms underneath you. He shakes your ass, moving himself back to you as he slaps his cock over your tight, unused asshole.

The tip of his cock spreading milky white cum all over you.

“Ready for more, Maus?” He presses the tip into your asshole, making you squirm.

“I don’t know if that’s going to fit in there.” Your voice sounds small and pathetic.

“I’m going to make it fit.” He growls before pushing forward.

He smiles as he hears your loud moan and feels your virgin ass clenching around the tip of his cock.

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Puzzle Pieces Ch17 (End)

(Mafia!Miguel x Shy!Reader)

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12, Ch13, Ch14, Ch15, Ch16

Warning: Smut so Minors DNI, mentions of abuse, language, fluff, bullying, mentions of sex

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It was another beautiful day in the city of Nueva York. The snow was sticking to the ground and the Christmas spirit was in the air. Everyone in the city was doing their last minute Christmas shopping while making sure they had their ingredients for dinner.

You were not shy to being one of those last minute shoppers. It was the day before Christmas and you were panicking about making sure you had everything to make for dinner. You wanted to treat Miguel well since this was going to be your first Christmas together.

It had been two weeks since the incident with Eddie. Miguel had reassured you of his death and even mentioned something about your parents calling off the engagement. As much as you wanted to ask how, you knew that Miguel was always going to take care of you. It was so reassuring to have him by your side.

Humming quietly to yourself as you walked down the aisle of your old job, you smiled spotting the deli. Your former supervisor gave you a wave and motioned you over. As you drew closer, one of the workers placed a ham inside your cart.

"On the house," Your supervisor said. You just smiled,

"T-Thank you!"

Returning to your shopping, you couldn't stop smiling since this was the first time you were enjoying yourself. It did feel slightly weird since you did have a bodyguard. Miguel wanted to make sure that you were always with someone and safe.

Miguel was sure to make you as comfortable as possible. You were the girlfriend to the leader of the strongest mafia in the city. It was a scary thought.

"Do you have a dress for tomorrow night?" Peter asked, wanting to make small talk since you were getting overwhelmed with the amount of people in the store.

"O-Oh, y-yes...L-Lyla and I...went s-shopping for one...Um...D-Do I need t-to bring...anything?" You asked, getting in line. Peter glanced around,

"Just a smile on Miguel's face. I think that will cheer everyone up," Peter said with a chuckle.

You couldn't help but smile as well. You've gotten to know some of Miguel's men and women. They were all really nice people. Nothing from what the movies portrayed. One might think you were insane for getting comfortable with the mafia.

"O-Oh, P-Peter...could we stop by....one more place....please?" You asked. Peter glanced down at you,

"Of course!"

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It was an unusual sight. You were standing in front of a mirror wearing a gorgeous dress. The only issue you were having were your scars. As beautiful as dress was, your scars showed your ugly side. Not even makeup could cover them.

Tears started to well up as you went to grab your sweater. How could you present yourself as Miguel's girlfriend if you looked like this? What were people going to think?

"¿Conejita? (Bunny?), what's wrong?" Miguel asked as he entered the room and saw you crying, "Don't cry, look how beautiful you are!"

"B-But...m-my scars, Miggy," You whimpered. Miguel fixed your hair and pecked your lips,

"Are nothing to be ashamed of, but if you wish to cover them, then I understand." He said and fixed your sweater, "I still love you all the same."

"I...love you too," You sniffed, wiping your tears away, "I...I just don't...want your people...to think...y-you k-know..."

"Whatever they think, they keep to themselves. My people know better than to insult me or you," Miguel whispered, resisting the urge to call you anything but his wife.

"Miggy~" You cooed happily, enjoying these moments.

You glanced at Miguel and squeaked, seeing the lust in his eyes. Before you could protest, Miguel picked you up and placed you on the bed, wanting to hog your beauty all to himself. You whined, afraid of ruining your dress, but Miguel made sure to be careful.

"M-Miguel~ N-No...m-more~ ah~ I-I gotta...s-stand mhm~ f-for the p-party!" You cried out as he bullied his cock into you.

"Just once more, baby. I want everyone to know that you're mine." Miguel hissed as he sucked on your neck.

You arched your back, moaning loudly as Miguel grew rougher with his thrusts. His grip was tight against your hips as his dick rubbed against your sweet spot, causing you to cum. Shaking in pleasure, you whimpered as Miguel kept his pace, painting your insides white.

"M-Miggy," You panted softly. Miguel licked his lips, glancing down at you,

"Just one more, please?"

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Your face was flustered as you held onto Miguel. Your legs were shaky and quite numb, so Miguel had to carry you into the party. It was none the less embarrassing. Plus, your neck was covering with Miguel's love bites.

"T-This is embarrassing," You whispered. Miguel chuckled softly as he entered the Alchemax building,

"It's only for a short while. I usually stay at this party for an hour, the other two hours." He explained and placed you on your feet, "But, if you want to leave early to continue celebrating Christmas-"

"Mhpm!" You huffed your cheeks out, giving a slight glare towards your sex driven boyfriend, "W-We're b-binge watching m-movies remember?" You whined. Miguel couldn't hold back his laugh,

"I know, baby. I can't help but tease." You felt captivated by his smile, "Just stay by my side, okay?"

"O-Okay,"

Everything felt like it was moving so fast. You refused to let go of Miguel, not used to the fancy party life. Alchemax was different and you weren't sure if you liked it yet. The food was fancy and the people seemed snobby. It was no wonder why Miguel wasn't too fond of this job.

The only good thing about this party was that people only paid half a mind to you. Everyone tried to avoid Miguel unless it was a simple introduction. Miguel was the CEO, he had to make his rounds and a small speech.

Sitting a small private table, you smiled as Miguel handed you a small plate of food. He kissed your head and went up to the stage to make his yearly speech. After he was done, the two of you were going to go to his more 'lively' party as Miguel called it.

"Is she dating the boss?"

"Can't be, look at her."

"But those marks-"

"Just a fling. We have a better chance."

Ah, there is was. You hadn't left Miguel's side until now, so you had avoided hearing the whispers about you. Of course, everyone was curious about you. The CEO of their company had brought a girl they had never seen before.

You wanted to tell them that you were Miguel's girlfriend. You wanted to tell them that they were wrong. That they would never stand a chance with Miguel, but you were still afraid. Just because you had gotten comfortable with Miguel, didn't mean that you were ready to confront others yet.

"Please, do enjoy the rest of the night. My wife and I have other matters to attend. I shall see you all in the New Year," Miguel spoke before leaving the stage.

You hadn't even heard his last part, still playing with your sweater sleeves about what those girls said. You didn't even notice Miguel approach you from behind, his arms wrapping around yours.

"You didn't eat. Was the food not to your liking?" He asked. You flinched and shook your head,

"S-Sorry...I um...spaced out." You whispered and scooted closer to him, "A-Are we leaving...?"

"Yes, perhaps you'll like the food there better."

Miguel lifted you up, ignoring your small protests and his staring underlings. He held you close until the two of you arrived at his other party. It was already lively since some of the Peters had gotten a little drunk.

"C-Can I ask-" You giggled lowly, seeing Miguel's slightly annoyed expression, "H-How did you come to hire so many p-people with the s-same name?"

"I don't know. I really don't know," Miguel huffed and watched as his mafia went wild, "Let me get you a pla-"

"THE BOSS'S WIFE WANTS FOOD!" One of the Peter's yelled. You were too focused on Miguel leading to a table to hear the yelling,

"BRING THE QUEEN HER FOOD!"

"FOOD! FOOD! FOOD!"

"What the hell are they going on about now?!" Miguel barked. Lyla came over with Jessica and a few other girls,

"Everyone's excited to finally meet (Y/N). They're bringing her a plate of food now," She said with a grin.

"E-Excited to s-see...me?" You questioned in shock.

"Yea, you're the one who thawed this grumps heart." Jessica hummed while Gwen and Margo snickered to themselves.

Miguel kept his quiet glare since you were enjoying their company. He turned his attention to his drunk underlings who brought you a large enough plate to even feed Miguel. Wondering if he should make his speech now, Miguel waited on you.

He enjoyed the smile on had on your face as you talked to the girls. Your eyes sparkling ever so slightly at the mountain of food. You seemed to be happy here, that's what mattered.

"I'll be right back," Miguel whispered in your ear.

You shivered in delight and pecked his lips, wishing him luck. Miguel groaned lowly, hurrying to the main stage to calm his eager crowd. Oh, how tempting you were still. Miguel was going to make sure to keep on giving all night long.

"Excited to give Miguel your gift tomorrow?" Lyla asked, ignoring Miguel's speech. You felt your cheeks warm up,

"I-I really...r-really hope he likes it."

"He will. Miguel will cherish anything you give him."

"I trust you all to keep this city safe again this year. My wife and I shall lead this family to success-"

"I-I'm just worried...t-that he'll think it's...cheap..."

"Miguel doesn't care about that. Listen to this, his brother gave him a baseball from one of his games and Miguel still has it in a glass case!" Lyla grinned.

"As you've all seen, my wife is quite shy and nervous when it comes to new people, so I expect you all to behave and-"

"O-Oh, yes! M-Miguel told me that story. It's s-super sweet," You cooed, hiding your smile, "S-So...he will like my g-gift~"

"HEIR! HEIR! HEIR!"

"The hell are they yelling now?" Jessica huffed, crossing her arms towards the crowd. You titled your head, drinking some wine,

"Hair?"

"Ignore them," Lyla snickered.

You were still confused, but kept enjoying your meal and drink. Eventually Miguel returned and cozied up to you, claiming that he needs a break already. You laughed at his childishly behavior, but indulged anyway.

After a while, you were tipsy and ready to go home. As ready as you were to sleep, Miguel made sure to keep you up for a few more hours.

Tis was the season of giving after all.

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You let out a soft whine as Miguel scooped you up from the bed. He had you wrapped in the blanket, carrying you over to his large living room. You rubbed your eyes, glancing at his beautiful Christmas tree and tons of gifts placed below it.

You gasped at the sight, shocked to see so many presents. Miguel chuckled towards your reaction and placed you down on the couch. He pecked you lips and went to bring some eggnog. You were still in shock, wondering if your gift was going to be good enough again.

"Where would you like to start, Mi pequeño conejita (my little bunny)?" Miguel asked, handing you a mug. You glanced towards him, placing the cup against your lips,

"C-Can I...give y-you your gift...first?" You asked.

Miguel happily agreed if that was your wish. Miguel watched you struggle to grab his present from a hidden spot. You were cute as you struggled to walk. Returning to the couch, you let out an 'oomph' as you fell on Miguel, handing him his present.

"M-Merry Christmas!" You chirped.

Miguel brought you into his embrace, opening the gift with ease. His eyes widen, seeing that you got him a glass Spider figure. Miguel glanced towards you, watching as you touched the spider, opening a small compartment.

"Tadaaa," You chirped. Miguel glanced inside the compartment and chuckled,

"Chocolate hearts? How cute, you can't even tell they were in there."

"I-I've noticed that y-you liked Spiders....y-you know, before I-I knew you were part of the S-Spider mafia. T-The hearts...I um...I wanted to um....r-represent...m-my love...for you." You stuttered, feeling slightly embarrassed now.

"I love it, mi amor (my love)" Miguel brought you in for a deep kiss, "Allow me to give you one special gift first."

You could feel small hearts floating above your head as Miguel kept giving you kisses here and there. He went behind the tree and brought you a medium size gift. Curious, you opened it and saw that Miguel got you a custom made puzzle.

"Let's build it together," He whispered in your ear.

You muffled a whimper as Miguel sat you between his legs. You could feel your heart race as his hands engulfed yours. The two of you were working on a special puzzle together. You were both nervous and excited to see what it will form into.

"Will?" You questioned.

"Keep going,"

A shiver ran down your spine as Miguel kept whispering and kissing your ear. He grabbed your hands, working on the other side of the puzzle now.

"Me?"

"Ten piedad, te voy a devorar si sigues siendo tan linda. (Have mercy, I'm going to devour you if you keep being this cute.)" Miguel groaned.

You bit your lower lip as you kept working on the puzzle. You could feel Miguel's erection already, making you really wonder what the puzzle was. Your eyes started to widen as you saw another word being formed. Miguel then covered your eyes as his hands motioned yours to finish the puzzle.

"Ready?" Miguel moved his hands away from yours eyes.

"Will you m-marry me?" You gasped in awe, then turned to face Miguel, "Y-Yes! Yes!" You cried, tackling him in a hug. Miguel wrapped his arms around you waist, laying against the floor,

"(Y/N), I love you so, so much. I promise to take care of you now and forever," Miguel said with a low hum. This time, you were the one to cover him in kisses,

"M-Miguel, t-thank you so much f-for treating me well. I-I love you so much it hurts! I-I can't wait to be called your wife!"

"Oh? I've been calling you that all night." Miguel chuckled lowly, sliding your panties down, "I thought it was so cute how you didn't hear a single one."

"Y-You were?!"

"Everyone knows that you're my wife," Miguel laughed, sitting back up and kissing you deeply, "And now, you will be."

"Thank you, M-Miguel," You pecked his lips happily. Miguel picked you up, hovering over you on the couch,

"No, thank you, (Y/N)."

Every one is a puzzle just waiting to find their missing pieces. It may take some time and there maybe moments where you think you found the right piece, but patience will reward you in the end. For you will finally find all of your puzzle pieces eventually.

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THANK YOU ALL FOR READING AND SUPPORTING THIS STORY!!! I couldn't have done it without all of your love and support! As sad as I am to see this story end, what ends with one, gives life to another!

I have already started on my next story. I present:

Corruption (Villain!Miguel x Hero!Reader)

Thank you all again for reading and enjoying my story! I hope to see you all again in my future projects~

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Primal Urges

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Aemond is horny af so he decides to wake you up with orgasms

Warnings || 18+ smut, minors DNI, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, pussy smacking (is that what it's called?), praise kink, a bit of degradation, unprotected sex (duh), multiple orgasms, squirting, a bit of overstimulation, creampie, somnophilia, breeding, spitting (yeah I'm nasty so what)

A/N: l imagine newlywed Aemond would be absolutely insatiable like I'm talking all day everyday ya'll are fucking. He sees you and he's like damn lemme go down on my wife real quick so of course I had to write about it lol also those in bold and italics are flashbacks

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The prince stretched his legs before letting in a lengthy inhale. His one eye fluttered open and it was greeted by the morning sun’s rays. Shifting a bit on his bed, he comes to face your naked back. A little grin makes its way across Aemond’s face as it dawns on him that both you two were still completely bare.

The memories of last night are instantaneous and he swears his skin starts itching to be against yours. He scoots toward you in order to drape an arm across your midsection, effectively bringing you flush against his chest. You were a heavy sleeper at least compared to him. Then again the pair of you did not stop making love until both were spent.

Your husband had you shaking beneath him, crying that you could not longer give him another, but Aemond knew better. He took from you countless orgasms, each more intense than the last.

As he continued to reminisce, you turned in your sleep to lie on your back. Aemond’s smile only grew as he was granted a view of your sleeping face.

“Good morning, my dear wife.”

He only received your soft snores in response. A gentle kiss was placed on your shoulder before his gaze wandered to the rest of you.

With your chest in constant motion as you breathed, Aemond felt a shudder run through him seeing your ample breasts littered with his marks. They’re red now but soon they will turn purple. He finds himself getting excited at the thought of you looking at your body covered in reminders of his kisses, how he was a passionate lover always eager to make a mess of you in bed.

Aemond was getting hard again remembering how sensitive you had been the night before. You screamed as he tortured your little clit. His smug smirk making an appearance as he relished in the memory.

“A-Aemond! Fuck… p-please…”

“Please what my little wife, tell me what you want.”

A groan went past his lips at the sight of your face, all fucked out and teary as you neared your fourth orgasm. The lewd sound of your wetness was maddening as he held the hood of your clit up to expose you even more before using the other to smack against the puffy button. He felt you clench even harder on him and the prince couldn’t help but want your lips on his again.

He moves his hand to tug on the covers, exposing your entire being to his lustful gaze. He presses another kiss, this time to your cheek and not a single reaction from you.

Aemond moves to hover over you, nothing but filthy intentions brewing in his mind. Butterfly kisses are made to your exposed chest before he paws at your breast, giving one a squeeze.

He continues down your sternum, succumbing to the urge to lick your skin. As the prince trails lower, he takes your thighs in each hand to spread you open.

The center of you was already wet and still swollen from his ravenous tongue and cock. A last kiss to each side of your hips was made before he used his thumb to spread your lips.

“Gods, you’re perfect…”

His thumb ran from your hole to your button, gathering the wetness there before popping his digit into his mouth for a taste. He stared at your little opening as he did so, moaning as longed to have that tiny hole stretch around him and milk his cock for all its worth.

Aemond lowered himself further, eager to bury himself in your heat. He looked up at you, still in deep slumber before leaving even more bruising kisses to your inner thighs.

“Hmmm… how pretty this cunt is and it’s all mine.”

The long tongue of the prince ran across your slit and his groan traveled around the room. He couldn’t get enough of you, burying his nose in the small patch of hair in your mound. Soon, puckered lips enclosed around your clit, and Aemond chuckled as more wetness seeped out of you and unto his awaiting mouth.

As he continued eating you like a man possessed, you let out a subtle whine despite still being unaware of your husband’s antics. His gaze was quick to snap to your face, waiting for your hazel eyes to look upon him.

One particularly harsh suck had his teeth grazing your sensitive bundle. The sensation had you jolting awake that Aemond had to tighten his hold on your thighs to keep you spread out.

“W-What? Aemond? Oh Gods!”

Your nimble fingers latched on to his hair and the prince watched amused as your back arched. Your moans soon filled the room as Aemond slid in two of his fingers in your weeping cunt.

“Gods, you’ll be the death of me, Y/N. My beautiful little temptress of a wife. Do you enjoy waking up to your husband’s mouth on you?”

At the lack of an answer from you, Aemond raised his hand only to bring it back down to smack your button. You cried at the feeling and the prince could only smirk at the mess he’s made of you once again.

“F-Fuck yes! I love my husband’s mouth.”

A surge of pride rushes through him as you whine and clench around his fingers. He can feel that your release is close so he resumes abusing your engorged clit with his mouth.

"Yes! My prince, I-I'm gonna..."

As you uttered those words, Aemond was quick to press on your lower abdomen. You thrashed at the pressure, crying your husband's name as you came, gushing into his eager mouth. Your climax was intense and Aemond couldn't help but moan as your release soaked his chin and your other hole as well.

You struggled to catch your breath and knowing Aemond, he gave very little respite in between orgasms so he was crawling to face you in no time. Taking a hold of his cock, he ran the fat tip along your slit, intentionally bullying your bundle. His lips met your before sliding in and stopping only when the base of him was rooted in you.

The prince wasted no time as his hips kept driving back into you. Your legs, on instinct, wrapped around his waist as you pulled him closer to wrap your arms around him for support.

"What a whore my wife is for my cock. I want you filled to the brim with my seed until your pretty little cunt can't take anymore."

He leans down to spit unto where you are connected, adding to the wetness he uses to swipe at your clit. You cry out louder, half the kingdom is guaranteed to have heard you by now.

"I love you... I-I love you! Please..."

Your admission only makes the prince fuck you harder, hitting a spot deep within you. Your toes have curled and the tears that brim your eyes give Aemond the sick satisfaction of knowing that in this moment, no thoughts, but of him and his cock, occupy your mind.

Your release is overwhelming and the clench of your cunt had Aemond cumming mere seconds after you. Warmth spread across you as his spend filled your womb.

Fighting the sensitivity, the prince thrusted into you a few more times to fuck his seed into you. This had you mewling, but Aemond silenced you with a kiss.

Your husband moved to lay beside you, but kept you close so as to keep him inside you. You shuddered as your husband kept you plugged up, passing thoughts of you of being with child soon at the forefront of your mind.

"Good morning, my dear wife. Did you have a pleasant sleep?"

The prince broke the momentary silence with a smug smirk on display as he teased you. You rolled your eyes at his behavior but you couldn't fight off the smile widely etched on your face.

"I cannot keep up with you, Aemond. My legs are shaky and numb... Again!"

The prince chuckled as he was reprimanded and you only huffed as you buried your face into his neck. You felt a soft kiss being placed on your cheek as you were pulled even closer for the prince to brush your hair away from your face.

"Am I to blame for how irresistible you are and how no man, especially not your husband, can keep his urges in line when you are around?"

"Aemond, your family will soon start to detest us if we keep at this. We're always late to occasions and meals because you insist on having me right when we are about to leave. The servants can't even look us in the eye anymore! They're embarrassed having seen us fucking everywhere."

You pinch the pale skin of his arm but he only laughs at you, clearly amused at your embarrassment.

"You must bear my children soon then, my love."

"Why? Will you have me less when I am with child?"

"No, but at least you'll be in bed more, so no one has to see me buried in your tight cunt around the castle grounds anymore."

"Aemond!"

"I am only teasing my beloved Y/N. Get some rest. I might have you crying on my cock again in a little while."

[fantasyworld4ever]

Thranduil NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gentle and sweet. He’d caress you and assure you he loved you and that you were absolutely perfect. Maybe just a little smug though

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your waist, he loves to rest his hand on your waist as it is a subtle motion and he’s able to comfort you without it being seen as “overly affectionate” as he is a king.

His hands, he loves to see how much pleasure he can give you just from his fingers alone and he enjoys the way you tremble beneath his touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He WILL cum inside you. He doesn’t want a drop to be wasted. He’ll last a few rounds, at least 3 rounds but he can go longer if you wish it. His cum is a milky white and there’s a LOT of it.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves when you ask for gentle and tender sex. He feels honored you feel that safe with him to allow him that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. He had a wife so he obviously knows what to do. He knows exactly what to do to get you begging for more.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves to look at you as he fucks you. Loves to wrap his hand around your throat and watch as you come undone beneath him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious. He wants to make sure you realize that he’s present and there for you. He can be goofy at times but he is mainly serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hairless everywhere (except for his head ofc, he loves his elegant, long hair)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Praise. Just praise. He loves to praise you. “Look how good you’re taking me.” “You’re so beautiful like this” “You feel so good, Meleth. You take me so well.”

He’ll degrade you as well, a smirk on his face as he does so, knowing you love it. “Such a pretty little slut for me, only good for this.” “That’s it. Such a good whore for your king, hmm?”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it often. He doesn’t like to unless you’re watching then he’ll gladly do it. However, unless he’s away on a long trip (war etc.) he won’t do anything.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves to degrade you. He definitely has a bit of a choking kink, watching you submit completely to him really gets him going.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves to take you on his throne, gives him a bit of a thrill to see you lain across his throne, moaning as he thrusts into you.

His chambers would be his top place though. He loves the privacy of his room, it creates a certain intimate atmosphere unable to be found elsewhere. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Piss him off. Challenge him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never share you. Never. Not once in a million years. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give, he loves to please you and watching as you lose yourself beneath his tongue increases his smugness. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough and hard. He’ll grip your hips so tight until there’s bruising the next morning. He wants to hear you scream his name. He wants everyone to knows who you belong to.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not fond of it. He wants to pay proper attention to you. But, if you really want to, he’ll do it, for you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Open to experimenting as long as he isn’t the one in submission.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Quite long. He’s a warrior, what do you expect? He does love to drag out the foreplay though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t like them. He wants to be the only one pleasing you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not too much of a tease as he doesn’t have the patience for it nor does he particularly see the appeal in teasing for too long.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Loud. Just loud. Moans, growls, everything.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If he’s away for a long time, he’ll write you letters detailing every single thing he dreams of doing to you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Larger than average length with a nice thick girth. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not too horny but if you ask he’s immediately in the mood for it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure you fall asleep first. No exceptions.

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❤ lazy mornings with choso kamo ❤ nsfw ahead: minors dni 18+

a/n: a lil rushed choso drabble as a comeback bc i can't get enough of this sweet 150 year old virgin. unedited bc i h8 myself. ily all & i'm excited to be writing again hehe.

choso's always easily excited in the morning. how can he not be when he gets to wake up to his pretty girl curled up in his arms? your naked back flush against his chest with his arms wrapped around you like neither of you have moved all night. choso's still drowsy from sleep but the feel of your soft rear subconsciously grinding against him for the last couple of hours is enough to stir his energy. he places soft kisses from your exposed collarbone all the way to your cheek until you finally wake. it’s like a routine by now. with a giggle and a yawn you give him a "g'morning", his kisses immediately become more frantic, large hands searching your body that quickly find your breasts, doughy hips and already slick sex. he needs you and he needs you now.

his teeth nibble on your ear, mumbling a still-sleepy (he’s a sleepy boi right?) “only if you wanna…” because this man is the KING of consent as his fingers hover over your pussy. and of course you do. you always do.

the thick head of his cock prods at your back as you give him a hurried nod, pushing further back to show him your willingness. he lets out a soft grunt as he pulls you closer to him - skin to skin - his hand dips between your legs, gently cascading a fingertip against your sweet lil bud.

“chosoooo!” you mewl impatiently, and he gentle places a hand on your side to keep you in place as his fingers ghost over your clit. he can’t help but laugh at your neediness. “just wanna make sure you’re ready angel. you know it can be too much sometimes. don’t know what i’d do if i ever hurt you." and oh, he's right. you were his first, an innocent boy before he met you. he’s still soft. he’s still gentle - still inexperienced to an extent but by god does he make up for it with his thick, juicy cock - it never fails to make you see stars. so he always takes his time playing with you and this morning’s no exception; his thumb starts to rub tight circles over your clit as two fingers thrust slowly in and out of your drooling hole. as your head rolls back against his chest, he admires your face watching gorgeous moan escape your lips at each filthy squelch that practically echoes from down south. “so wet f’me already”.

it makes you restless because it's not enough. you move his hand from you and push back further, one leg lifting to allow him access to what you both truly want.

"baby -" choso warns, delicately.

too late. your hips move of their own accord, mind driven by the need to have your sweet, sweet boyfriend inside. as the hood of his erection prods at the tight ring of muscle you waste no more time and push back, allowing him to slip in in one fluid motion.

his forehead hits your shoulder with a whine as he bottoms out. choso’s always so vocal and lazy mornings like these are no exception. breathless from the moment his cock is surrounded by your pulsing, tight walls; instantly pussydrunk. he always starts off slow and gentle, knowing his throbbing cock is hitting every sensitive spot inside you by the way you're already wailing.

"m-move," you beg ever so sweetly that it almost makes him cum right then and there. "p-please just -"

the hand still gripping your hip gets tighter as choso gives in, pulling back for just a moment just to slam his hips against yours. you meet him halfway, pushing yourself back to increase the friction & pleasure. it's divine. the hand on your hip moves to play with you again, fingers dancing over your slippery bud in time to his thrusts that it's not long before you're whining and falling apart around him. he praises you as he fucks you through your orgasm because he's just grateful to be a part of your pleasure.

you know he's getting close by the quietest hushed "l—l-love you, love you, lo’ you"'s he moans into your ear before slowing down - a final sloppy thrust as he empties his thick load inside of you. choso shudders slightly from the aftershocks, kissing your shoulders as a final thank you for a morning of bliss.

bonus: makes breakfast afterwards bc he's cute like that and will do anything to reward you for the privilege of cumming inside. isn’t he the sweetest, hehe?

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Soft Marc

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Marc Spector X F!Reader Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: typos (I feel like I wrote this one in a haze, I'm so sorry), swearing, Marc saying 'please', Marc being sleepy, oral sex (f receiving), P in V sex, dry humping (humping the settee)

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You shifted your legs slightly as the movie ended, trying to wiggle enough to grab the remote without disrupting Marc. 

He was dead asleep, breathing softly. His head resting comfortably against your shoulder. It was the first time you’d ever seen him resting so soundly. 

You shuffled again, your movements bolder this time in a vain effort to reach the remote. 

It was the first time in ages that you’d actually watched a film on live TV, and you knew it would be only a matter of seconds before an advert that was five hundred decibels louder than an aeroplane taking off started. 

It was nearly in your reach, nearly close enough for you to grasp and-

“COMING UP NEXT!”

Marc jolted awake, springing into a sitting position. His right arm flew to the side and across your body, it made you think of a driver protecting a passenger when they had to break suddenly.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” it was difficult to keep the smile out of your voice. “It’s just the TV.” You rubbed his back, trying to ease the tense muscles. 

Marc swallowed and looked around to you. He nodded once, still half asleep. A large tuff of his hair was sticking upwards from where he had rested.  

Quickly you grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. A vague silence filled the flat, punctuated by the faint buzzing of the fish tank and other electronics. 

You grinned at him, dipping your head to the side as you reached out and patted his hair, trying to smooth it back down. 

Marc hummed and closed his eyes leaning into your touch. “Feels nice.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” He looked so serene, angelic in the weak light. 

Slowly, you sank your fingers further into his hair and applied a light, but firm, pressure to his scalp. 

He groaned, pushing further into your touch. The persistent force of his movement forced you further back into the settee. 

You giggled as he urged you further, guiding you to laying down on your back with him between your legs. He tried to keep most of his weight off you, caging you in with his arms, but you could feel him steadily slipping as you continued to massage his head. 

Small moans and shudders escaped his lips until he was completely in your lap, his head resting against your chest and left arm hanging limply off the side. 

“I fell asleep didn’t I?” He mumbled into your top.

You grinned, continuing the massage, “You did.”

“Was I snoring?”

“No, you weren’t.”

“Steven says I snore.” He spoke into your stomach, unintentionally shifting forwards into your touch. 

“You were sort of,” you pause for a second, thinking, before you do your best to mimic his soft breathing from before.

“That’s snoring.” 

“No, snoring is this:” you do your very best over the top impression. 

Marc laughs. “Okay.”

You continue in silence for a while, staring at the ceiling and not thinking about anything in particular. 

There is even a moment you think that maybe Marc has fallen back to sleep. His breathing is heavier than it was before, but you slowly begin to notice a slight rocking motion. 

It’s almost ignorable at first, subtle enough for you to think that you are imagining it. But as you continue to massage Marc’s scalp the movements become more and more prominent. 

You wait, counting the seconds in your head. 

His breath hitches as he tries to bite back a moan.

“Marc?” You ask, faking an impressive level of innocence, and slow your hand movements.

He lifts his head a few centimetres from you. “Please don’t stop.” His voice is low and needy, his eyes lidded. 

You push his face up a little more so that you can get a better look at him as you scrap your fingers along his skin. The sensation sparks like lightning down to his stomach.

He can’t help it as his hips rock against the settee, the inner seam of his sweatpants rubbing against his hard cock. 

He groans, the sound rumbling deep within his chest as he bites hard on his bottom lip and closes his eyes. 

The sight of him is glorious as he is wrapped up in the sensations of his own pleasure. You can’t help but run your fingers over his scalp again, firmer this time and his answering moan is instantaneous. 

WIthout really thinking you shift slightly, bringing your legs up to wrap around him and lightly dig your heels into his plump ass. You apply a little pressure in time with his thrusts, encouraging him to rut harder.

“Baby,” he chokes back a little half sob as heat flares along his skin, pleasure coiling tightly in his lower abdomen. 

Oh this is all going too fast. If he doesn’t get a grip on himself soon he’s going to come in his (Steven’s) sweat pants.

He moves quickly, trying to not completely lose himself and give into the sweet sensations, and sits up a little.

You go to take your hands away from his head, and move your legs. Already starting to form an apology on your tongue, believing that you stepped over a boundary. 

“No, no, no,” he mutters quickly, grabbing hold of your hands and pressing them firmly against his hair. “Continue, continue please.” His voice cracks with ache and want, his eyes half lidded and pupils blown wide. His skin is so warm, burning as if he had drunk just a little too much. 

You nod quickly, in awe of how wrecked he looks.

Marc shifted his hands down to your waistband. “Wanna make you feel good please?” 

How can you relist when he asks you so nicely? 

You nod again, barely finishing the movement before he is ripping your trousers and underwear off you and throwing them somewhere to the side. It’s a miracle that he doesn’t send them flying into the TV and knocking it over. 

Throughout you try your best to continue the massage, rubbing your thumbs and fingers along his skin in a now ingrained pattern you know he likes. 

Marc lifts both of your thighs over his shoulders and settles down, causing you to have to curl up a little to keep your hands in his hair. 

He puts his right hand just underneath your lower back, positioning it ever so slightly so that your hips cant upwards, and wraps his left around your leg so that he can rub your clit. 

You let out a small shaky sigh as he touches you, so light and barely there. 

“Fuck.” His hisses, his hot breath hitting your outer thighs as he leans into you. “Ugh, you’re so wet.” 

He runs his nose up and down through your folds, groaning as your slick coats his skin. 

“Marc-” You cut yourself off with a string of expletives as he lightly grazes your clit with his teeth before plunging his tongue into your cunt. 

You pull tightly on his hair, the action involuntary and Marc lets out a beautiful high pinched wine as he grinds himself harder against the settee. 

His cock is throbbing, burning for attention as he laps at you, rocking you back and forward with his right hand as he encourages you to fuck his face in time with the rock of his hips. 

You’re achingly close already, pleasure sparking up and flooding your veins under his skilled actions. He continues to roll your clit between his left thumb and forefinger, pinching ever so slightly at seemingly random intervals.

You let out a gasped yelp, struggling to think, so overwhelmed with sensations and the need to continue to rub your hands through his hair. 

“Marc, fuck, shit,” you can feel it building quickly, a crescendo threatening to pull you down with it. 

Marc groans into you in response, fucking his tongue harder against you as he picks up the pace of his hips. 

Your legs begin to shake, your stomach muscles clenching. Just a little more and-

He pulls away quickly, kneeling with your wetness shining all over the bottom of his face. He grabs his cock, barely pulling his sweatpants down. 

“Can-I?” His words are so rushed that they come out all together. 

“Yes, yes, pleas-”

You cry out as he surges forward and pushes into you in one swift movement. His left hand guiding the base of his cock and then pushing your leg to the side, spreading you wide so that it’s half dangling off the settee. 

You grab at his biceps, screwing up your eyes as he fills you so perfectly. 

He lets out a long moan, his eyebrows pinched together as he feels you squeeze down on him. 

“Hands, hands,” he mutters, so mumbled and slurred that it takes your brain a second to catch up. “Please, baby, please.” He moans again as you rock against him, his own hips still. 

You sink your fingers back into his hair, whimpering as you buck again. 

“Stay still for me, just for a second, just for a second…”

You wine, but do what he asks. Your orgasm is so close, you taste it. Feel the edges of it running along your skin. 

“Marc, please.”

He opens his eyes and nods. But he still doesn’t move his hips. Instead he reaches down and circles your clit with his fingers, rubbing soft small circles that match the speed and pressure of your own hands in his hair. 

You gasp and change direction and so does he. You scrap your nails against his skin and he lightly pinches. 

He can’t help but rock ever so slightly, barely moving out of you, needing to feel every single flutter against the length of his cock. 

“Need to feel you squeeze me, need you to- shit,” he gasps as you come, your orgasm hitting you like a surge of electricity. 

You moan out his name. Your back aching and grabbing hold of fistfuls of his hair, dragging him on top of you. 

He sobs as you pulse around him, milking him for everything he could give as he comes, following you down into that mind shattering ecstasy as you pull on his hair. 

Sweat begins to cool on your skin as you come back to yourself, breathing heavily. It’s only then that you realise both of you are still mostly dressed, and that you still have a death grip on Marc’s hair.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You release him quickly. But he just murmurs sleepily into your neck. 

“It’s fine. Feels nice.” 

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carmy + ‘spit on my mouth’ if that’s up your alley 🫢

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Amy's kinktober alphabet blurbs w/ special guest Carmy Berzatto! (5/6)

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Warnings: Minors DNI, p in v unprotected sex, creampie, choking, semi public, oral sex (both f and m receiving), knifeplay, spit kink, knife play, fingering, I'll add more tags as they add up.

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Q is for: Quicky.

‘Your sister-’ You breathed out through sloppy kisses, feeling his hand climb up the side of your thigh underneath your dress. ‘-Carm, they’re in the other room.’

‘Jus’ wanna kiss you…’ He breathed back against your lips, through the trajectory of his hand promised something else.

You gasped again as the pad of his thumb applied enough pressure to your center and your knees almost buckled under you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue deeper into your mouth, caressing the soft inside of your cheek with the tip.

‘Carmy.’

‘Baby.’ He repeated in the same whiney tone, one hand on the back of your neck, while the other continued the torturous motion between your thighs. ‘No one’s gonna notice if we’re gone a few minutes.’

He rubbed and pushed deeper into you and your hands fell instinctively to the button on his jeans.

R is for: Radish.

‘Say that again?’ Carmy asked with a teasing smile, knife motionless over the root on the cutting board..

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms at him. ‘Stop making fun out of me!’ The accent was barely noticeable through your rushed words, but Carmy always caught on to every nipped word or rolled ‘r’ you let escape.

He chuckled lightly and put his knife down, moving to your side and caging you between the L shaped counter with this arms.

‘I’m not making fun of you... I think it’s adorable.’ He compliments, palm cupping your chin and raising it up to meet his baby blues. ‘Please?’

A tiny smile betrayed your stand and you took a heavy exhagerated sigh, rolling your eyes again. ‘Radish.’ You repeated, trying to avoid the vibration the first letter caused on your tongue, but failing terribly.

Carmen chuckled again and you threw your arms up in frustration. ‘Ay ya! See! You just wanna make fun-’

Before you could push past him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and locked you in place. ‘Not makin’ fun- I’m not makin’ fun!’

S is for: Slippery.

The idea had wedged itself into your brain, causing your cunt to squeeze around the girth of his cock and a groan to leave his mouth at the tight sensation. Your nails dragged over his shoulders and up his neck, pulling his head down to your hungry lips. His movements stuttered slightly from your passionate kiss and he cupped the sides of your face with his hands.

‘Spit in my mouth-’ You muttered bravely, chest heaving and eyes glaced.

‘What?’ Carmy asked, still dazed by the kiss as his hips picked up their speed.

‘I want you- shit ah - spit in my mouth-’ You repeated and circled your thighs securely around him.

With a sudden hunger over his eyes, he took a hold of your jaw with one hand and tugged your face up towards his. ‘Open.’ He comanded and you followed, letting your tongue hang out.

You saw the translucent bubble slip past his lips and directly onto your awaiting tongue, then you pulled it back into your mouth and swirled it with your own. Withought braking eye contact, You tilted your head down and let the spit dribble down your swollen lip, transparent string slipping past your navel and lubricating his throbbing cock.

‘That’s the sexiest shit I’ve ever seen-’ He barely managed to say, before forcefully pulling you forward and quickening his thrusts.

T is for: Tattoos.

‘-due next week, so we could use someone at the door.’

Carmen’s voice drowns behind your dirty thoughts, attention fixaded on the way his tattooed fingers curl around the carrot. Your distraction comes from memories, the feeling of the same digits flexing and sissoring inside your tight pussy makes your legs press together to dull out the ache.

‘So?’ He asks after a couple seconds of silence and you only notice he’s waiting for a response because his hands have stopped moving.

‘Wha- oh yeah, sounds great…’ You repspond casually and straighten your back, ankles locked together still.

He eyes you curiously, then runs his tongue along his bottom lip and sucks it slightly. The look he’s giving you does nothing for the growing need in your core and you eye the empty office past his back.

‘Can we… talk privately. In your office-’

‘Yeah- yeah sure.’ He doesn’t even let you finish before hes dropping his knife and undoing the knot at the front of his apron.

U is for: Underwear.

Moan after moan, his gently kisses had you breathing out the prettiest sounds he had ever heard. Still, his hands fidgeted nervously with the hem of your dress at the idea of taking it further than just making out on your couch. Your thighs laid spread out on each side of his hips, dress riding up with every roll over the hard demin jeans.

‘I really want you…’ You confessed against his stubble and peppered kisses along his jaw until you reached his ear. ‘D’you want me, Carmen?’ You asked and licked the outlike of his ear.

He couldn’t trust his words, only nodding fervently and digging his fingers into the plushness of your thighs. He clearly heard the crinkles of your smile, then you pulled away and off his thighs. His confused expression was quickly answered by your devious grin as you stood fully and made a movement with your head that urged him to follow you.

He stayed glued to the couch, watching you stroll barefoot in direction to your room. You pulled the hem of your dress over your body and he was pushed back by the image of your naked skin under the dress, denim now uncomfortably tight around his groin as he quickly moved to follow you into the hallway.

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[O]utrage: How and why would they get mad at you?

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[P]ast: What has happened in your relationship that changed the way you saw each other?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]❣

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[Q]uality: Quality? what is their most dangerous/toxic?

⇒ [Obey me!]❣

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[R]ejection: How would they react to you rejecting their confession (or the other way around?)

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]❣

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[S]cars: Battle or self-inflicted?

⇒ [Obey me!]❣

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[T]rust: Have they ever broken your trust?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]❣

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[U]rge: How badly do they want to see you after you guys separated?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]❣

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[V]icious: What do they do when they lash out on you?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]❣

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[W]eak: What makes them feel weak how do they try to avoid it?

⇒ [Obey me!]❣

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[X]-ray: What do they hate and show it most obviously?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen]❣

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[Y]earn: What is one thing that they want but can't have?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs]❣

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[Z]ero: What do they do/say in your dying moments?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot]❣

[lillylvjy]

Girl, (your the one I want)

a/n- this is a scene in a book that I just finished reading and it was my favorite scene in the book so I just decided to write it with Wilbur:) enjoy!

Warnings// swearing, kissing, cheesy fluff, brushing each others teeth, tell me if I missed anything:0)

Not edited!!

Wilbur was rarely home at nights. And if he was, it was later at night, usually near midnight. But tonight was different. The band all agreed to take a day off and to just sit back and relax. So all you and Wilbur did today was wake up late, cuddle and watch movies together and bake cookies (you had to make an agreement with him).

But after you and Wil watch one last movie and had dinner, you both decided to go to sleep early so you both could get up early tomorrow morning. As the movie ended, you started to get up out of Wilbur’s hold, but got held back by Wilbur’s arms wrapping around you tighter.

“Nooo! Please don’t leave. You’re warm and cozy.” Wilbur whined as you finally got out of his loving hold.

“Wil, I’m not sleeping on the coach. And plus I need to wash my face and brush my teeth. So it’s either you can sleep on the coach or you can follow me and get ready for bed with me. Your choice.” You said as you walked down the hallway to your guy’s shared room.

You heard him groan, and soon enough you heard the patter of feet on the hardwood flooring, making quick strides to catch up with you. Soon enough, you were being lifted off the ground by arms wrapped around your waist from behind, carrying you to the bathroom as you laughed.

“Wilbur put me down!” You laughed as you both finally reached the bathroom. Wilbur put you down but quickly lifted you up and placed you on the sink. Wilbur came really close to your face and put your noses together.

You giggled. “Hello my love.” You said as you placed your hands on the back of his neck.

“Hehe, you look like a bug. My little lady bug!” Wilbur said in a high pitched voice as he started to tickle your sides.

“No! No, no, no! Wilbur, please! Haha! Truce, truce!” You laughed as you squirmed in his embrace. Wilbur quickly stopped tickling you and smiled at you. You smiled back at him and rubbed your noses together in an eskimo kiss.

“I love you.” You said to him. He giggled and licked your nose as you scrunched it.

“I love you more, ok let’s go I need to brush my teeth.” He said, clapping his hands in a chop chop manner.

You gawk at him in disbelief. “Oh hell no! You don’t get to do that.” You told him as he laughed and put his hands up in surrender.

“Ok, ok! Im sorry, now can I please brush my teeth?” He asked you, kissing your hands.

You went to move out of the way, but you quickly stopped yourself and smirked. You always meant to tell Wilbur about this thing you read in a book you read a couple weeks ago. But he was never home so you never got the chance, but now, now you can. “How about we brush each others teeth?” You asked him.

He raised his eyebrows and had an amused grin on his face. “Now where’d this come from?” He asked as he looked at you as you grabbed his tooth brush.

“A book. I found it cute and I wanted to try it out.” You said while getting his tooth brush ready and handing him your toothbrush. He smiled and hummed in agreement.

“Ok, but be prepared to move out of the way.” Wil warned.

You saluted back at him and brought his tooth brush up. “Ahhh.” You said, as if you were talking to a little kid. He laughed and opened his mouth as he also started to brush your teeth. “A, B, C, D, E-“

“What are you doing?!” Wilbur laughed as you continued to brush his teeth.

“I’m singing the alphabet obviously. “ you said as best as you could and rolling your eyes.

“Not the sass.” Wilbur replied back as you both laughed.

“F, I, J, K-“

“L, M, N, O, P.” Wilbur started singing with you.

“Q,R,S-“ you said as your motioned for Wilbur to continue.

“T,U,V” Wilbur continued as he giggled.

“W, X, Y, and Z. Now I know my A, B , C’s! Next time won’t you sing with meeee!” You sang as you finished brushing each others teeth. You quickly got down from the counter and let Wilbur go first. Soon after it was your turn.

After you were both done, you grabbed your face wash and quickly put your hair up. As you did you felt hands on your waist and looked up.

“What?” You asked as you looked at him.

“Nothing you just look really beautiful.” He said as he put his chin in the crook of your neck and left a kiss there. You quickly looked down fro his gaze to hide your flushed face.

“Are you going to wash your face? You should.” You said looking at him.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” He asked, faking an offended tone.

“Noo! I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant it’s good for your skin and everything.” You said as you grabbed a hair tie for Wilbur just in case he said yes.

“I know love. And yes, I would love too.” He said squeezing you tightly.

��Ok now let me put up your hair!” You said turning around.

Wilbur quickly moved away from you as he put a hand up to stop you. “Absolutely not!”

“Wil! Your hair is like a fucking lions mane!” You laughed at him.

“And it’s going to stay that way until the EP comes out darling.” Wilbur finishes as he leans in to kiss you.

You kiss him back and pull away to look at him. “Yeah but once it’s out, we’re getting rid of this.” You said as you ran your hands through his hair.

Wilbur smiled down at you. “That’s fine with me love.” He said, as he kissed you one last time. “Ok now can we please hurry up so I can go to bed?!”

“Screw you.”

Taglist: @deadphantomsociety @jadeissues @aimi-chann

[leo-interactive-fiction]

Hey, Leo! Hope you're doing alright. I was reading through the blog in chronological order because I wanted to see how much the characters have changed over the course of Triaina's development, and I realized that your answers to some of the old questions have probably changed, too! So, I wanted to bring up the old "what habits do the TA RO's have?" ask and ask you about if they've developed new habits or if their old habits are still accurate.

It's been a while since the start of the blog, and the characters have gone through plenty of evolutions and revisions as I solidified them into my writing. I don't remember the specifics of what exactly my old answers were for that ask, but I'm sure there's probably some things I say that may be the same, while others could be completely different nowadays haha.

Let's see...

E: They have a habit of eating when they're stressed and are fairly particular to certain candies. Their hyperactive lifestyle paired with an extreme metabolism gives them something of a second stomach despite their small stature, so they can end up eating quite a bit more than you'd think. They also have a habit of sticking to an early rising schedule, often being the first one up and about even though classes are hours from starting.

R: They have a habit of getting lost in their own thoughts, and there are often times where they will grow silent and despondent for a second while they think. Unfortunately, it is rare for them to expand on what their thoughts actually were. They also have a small quirk of looking at the ground when they're bored, and collecting rocks they think can be carved.

L: They often lose themselves in rambling when they talk about a topic of interest. Although the servants of their estate in Hospur wouldn't dare to stop them when they'd go on one of these long-winded speeches, they quickly came to realize not everyone held the same passion for discussion, and have attempted to moderate themselves if they find themselves leading a conversation for too long. They also have a habit of reading out loud and performing the motions of the book they're currently reading, an outcome of being isolated in their estate for as long as they have.

V: They make a steadfast habit of cleaning and maintaining their weapon and other equipment. Theyre very methodical in their cleaning process and always do it the exact same way every time, even down to where they place the parts on the table. They also have a habit of sleeping anywhere but on the bed provided by the academy.

P: They clearly have a cussing habit, but besides that they make a habit of doing constant physical conditioning. They also have a habit of tunnel visioning, and focusing very narrowly on one thing at a time when they get emotional.

M: Sleeping.

Ra: You. Also photography, courtesy of the state of the art phone provided to each student by the academy. Again, also of you.

S: They have a habit of doing everything as fast as possible, even at the risk of horrid catastrophy. Whether it's because they have a short attention span, they're used to racing, or they simply can't be assed, no one knows. They also habitually break personal barriers, a general result of the tight-knit communal lifestyle they're used to in Orden.

F: Despite their high stature, they have a habit of tailoring and fixing their own clothing rather than sending it in for someone else to do. They also make a habit of tending the small garden they've collected in their room, and may even dismiss certain meetings and events to make time for that task.

Thank ya for the ask! I'll have to find the old ask for this question and see what's changed since then haha

[the-s1lly-corner]

THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS FLUFF ALPHABET

Deciding to do the fluff alphabet for TADC! Copying my list I did for the creepypasta alphabet with some tweaking/swapping out some of the letters for other prompts! More info under the cut regarding rules and the alphabet itself!

Same deal with wanting to do the entire circus + caine

You can request multiple characters, at the trade off that you can only choose less letters

1 character: any number of letters, yes including the whole alphabet

2 characters: 10 letters max

3 characters: 6 letters max

4 characters (max): 5 letters max

Obviously you can request multiple times! This is just per ask + I trust you guys wont go bananas

Same deal as normal requests, dont pressure me to do yours faster since its demotivating, I tend to usually do my requests in order of when they were sent

Now onto the list!

(A)bstract- how would they feel if you abstracted?

(B)onding- how they spend their time with you + general activities ?

(C)uddling- who's the big/little spoon? Do they like cuddling? How often do you guys cuddle?

(D)ates- ideal dates? What do you guys do in the circus, since its limited?

(E)motion- who's the more emotional one? How emotional are they in terms of the relationship?

(F)amily- if they ever escape the circus, and you two meet again, would they want a family with you?

(G)ift- how often do they give gifts? Do they themselves like receiving gifts?

(H)arsh- how often do you guys get into arguments? Who makes up first?

(I)n house adventure- do they pair up with you during Caines activities? How successful would you guys be at achieving the final goal?

(J)ealousy- are they a jealous partner? By how much, how do they get when they're jealous? How do they handle it?

(K)iss- where do they like to kiss/be kissed? Do they enjoy it?

(L)ove Laungage: how do they express their love to you/what makes them feel loved?

(M)ended- if you abstracted but somehow came back, how would they feel?

(N)O- dealbreakers? What could prevent or ruin a relationship with them?

(O)ddity- what is a quirk of theirs? Habit? The like?

EDIT I FORGOT P- PDA!

(Q)uiet time- how do you two spend moments of silence? Is it uncomfortable?

(R)oses- do they give you flowers? If so what kind? Do they like receiving flowers?

(S)HH- secrets! Do they keep secrets from you?

(T)unes- what is "your song" that you two share?

(U)pset- how do they get when they're/you're upset, what do they do about it?

(V)alentine- while it's hard to keep track of time in the circus, what would they do for you for the holiday?

(W)ant- what do they want in a relationship?

(X)oxo- small acts of love, what do they do?

(Y)earn- how do they cope with separation?

(Z)zz- sleep, if they can sleep in the circus, what would it be like to share a bed with them?

[neverinadream]

~~~~~~~~~~~ | M Y I M A G I N E S | ~~~~~~~~~~~~

~~ | Y O U B E L O N G T O M E - P A R T II | ~~

Part One

Summary: You seem to be the perfect reward for Christian after scoring his first goal of the season...or at least your mouth is.

Pairing: Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader

Requested: Yes

Song Inspo: Unholy - Sam Smith

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, celebratory blow job, cheating, fwb!christian, dom!christian, cocky!christian, sub!reader, a smidge of possessiveness, pet names (princess, good girl...), praise kink-ish, the reader gets called a sluy, oral (christian receiving), almost getting caught not edited

Notes: again this theme is not everyone's cup of tea and sorry this took so long to post - the match refrenced to was months ago and this has been sat in my drafts half finished since then....oops! feedback is always appreciated!!!

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His head tilts to the side, the confidence from his first goal visible in the cocky smile that curved the corners of his lips. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?" He asks, one hand holding onto the door frame, leaning partially through your apartment door. You watch his eyes flicker over your shoulder, looking deeper into your apartment and listening closely for a sign that there was someone else inside. "I know he's not here, so what are you waiting for?" He brings his attention back to you.

"Maybe he is here," you reply, folding your arms across your chest, "then what are you going to do?"

He shrugs his shoulders, attempting to act like he didn't care. "I have others," he mumbles, pushing his free hand deep into his front pocket, wrapping around what looked to be his phone, "I can always just go get my reward from them."

Swallowing your jealously, you open your front door the full way, flourishing your arm in front of you and out to side, inviting him in. "Shouldn't you be out celebrating your win?" You curiously ask, closing the door behind him. You put the latch on and lock the door, figuring that Christian probably wasn't going to leave until the morning.

He looked over his shoulder, that grin of his growing wider. "So, you watched the game then?" He asks with both eyebrows raised, a chuckle dropping off his lips as you nod your head. "You should've come to the Bridge," he mumbles, fingers walking across the kitchen island counter, the two of you passing through the kitchen area and into the back portion of your apartment.

"Should I have now?" You ask, your arms folding back across your chest, watching Christian turn and lean against the back of your sofa.

"Yeah," he crosses his legs at his ankles, him being just tall enough to perch himself on the backrest, "I might've even dedicated my goal to you," he teases you, "we both know you would've liked that."

"Don't be stupid," you chastise him, shaking your head disapprovingly at him, you didn't need to see people speculating about who his goal celebration would've been for, "and don't tease me like that."

He frowns, asking, "like what?" You roll your eyes, sighing at the snigger that fills the silence. "No, come on," he pushes you to speak, making a 'come hither' motion with one hand that your feet obliges to before your brain can protest, "how exactly am I teasing you?" His hand starts on your hip, wrapping around to the small of your back, pulling you in to stand between his legs. His head dips, his nose tracing the length of your neck, kissing you with a feather like touch. "I've only ever tease in one specific way, baby," he whispers in your ear, "so I don't know what you're talking about."

"Whatever," you mutter under your breath, dropping the topic all together. It was no secret that you liked Christian. To have a part of him, even if it is hidden behind closed doors, was better than having none of him. "So, why are you here again?" You ask, changing the subject.

A dry chuckle leaves his lips. "Have you forgotten already? I'm here for my reward."

"Your reward?"

"Yes," he nods, "my reward." His fingers touch your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw. "Surely you've got a little something for the goal scorer?"

"I might," you reply, pulling at the hem of his shirt, "it's just a shame Kai's not really my type. I think it's the current choice of hair. Broja, however, he is cute." Christian frowns, his jaw tensing and his hand quickly dropping away from you. "Perhaps I'll give him this reward you keep asking about-"

"-No." You can't help but smile as the jealously flickers in his eyes. "No," he repeats, shaking his head, "no, you won't."

"Why wouldn't I?"

He takes a deep breath, breathing in slowly through his nose, holding it for a second and then breathing out slowly. "Because you're mine," he answers, bringing his face closer to yours, "you're not Broja's. You're not your boyfriend's. You're mine and only-"

"-I am so sorry about this," Ty's voice rings through your apartment, cutting Christian off, "but you know how these things are..."

"He's here?" Christian asks, his jaw tensing up once more.

"I did say he might be."

Turning your back to Christian, you feign a soft smile as Ty walks back into the main body of your apartment. He stops suddenly in his tracks, one hand packing a set of clean scrubs into his backpack. "Chris," he zips up the backpack, slinging one of the straps over his shoulder, "I didn't know you were here."

"He's trying to convince me to go out with him and the rest of the squad," you lie, it had gotten so much easier to lie in the last few months, horrible as it might be.

"Oh, well maybe you should," Ty replies, patting his pockets down, searching for his keys, "better than staying home on a Saturday night." He spins around, clicking his fingers when he sees them on the coffee table. "Congrats on the goal, by the way," he says to Christian, who just nods his head in acknowledgement and mumbles his gratitude, "you're probably feeling over the moon right now, first goal of the season, and all that."

"Oh, totally," Christian replies, feigning his interest into whatever Ty had to say to him, "totally feeling over the moon." He waits impatiently for Ty to leave, drumming his fingers against his thigh, and looking down at the floor to hide the rolling of his eyes as your boyfriend makes a joke about having bones to mend. Sure, Christian believed Ty's job was a noble one - he was a doctor, after all - but my god did he find him incredibly boring. "Jesus fucking christ," Christian murmurs as you come back into the room, he mimicks Ty's accent, "bones to mend - he's fucking boring."

You roll your eyes. "Christian..."

"I'm sorry," he quickly apologises, kissing each side of your neck, "he just makes it so easy to take the piss out of him."

Stepping around him, you avoid his hands as they attempt to touch you. "I presume the others are out celebrating, yes?" Ty was right. Going out would be better than staying home on a Saturday night, especially when there was a win to celebrate. Christian answers with a deep hum. "So, why aren't you with them?"

His hands finally catch you, holding the soft of your hips, pulling your back up against his chest and his head dipping into the curve of your neck, kissing you once more. "Why get drunk and celebrate with the boys when I have everything I need right here?" He turns you around, a hand touching your face and his breath fanning across you as he hovers his lips above yours. "Your lips are so beautiful," he mumbles, looking down at your lips, "have I ever told you that?"

"Once," you reply, "but you were terribly drunk."

"Want me to say it again?" Nodding your head, he chuckles, touching his thumb against your bottom lip and caressing it slowly. "Your lips are so beautiful," he repeats, his low and silky, "soft and perfect and only for me." Removing his thumb, he kisses you, humming as he feels your fingers curling tightly around his shirt, pulling him closer and returning the kiss. His hands encase your face, holding you tightly. "Only for me," he murmurs agaisnt you, "say it."

"Only for you," you repeat, your head feeling fuzzy, as though you were drunken on his kiss.

"Not Ty's?" You shake your head. "Not Broja's?" Again, you shake your head. "Just mine?"

"Just yours."

"Good," he mumbles, taking a step back and removing his jacket. He throws it over the back of your sofa, his fingers fixing the sides of his hair. Touching your chin, he leans in to kiss you again, the kiss lingering on your lips when he pulls away. "Lead the way, sweetheart," he tells you, peering down at your eyes, "don't want you hurting your knees on the wooden floor."

"Huh," you take his hand, slowly leading him to your bedroom, "how considerate of you."

"I am, aren't I?" He agrees, running his thumb across the back of your hand.

Stepping over the threshold of your bedroom door, Christian tugs sharply on your hand, pulling you around to face him. His free hand encases itself instinctively around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze, just enough to have you whimpering into his mouth as he crashes his lips feverishly against yours. You both moan when he slips his tongue past your lips, tracing it against yours and refamiliarising himself with parts of your body.

"I've been thinking about this ever since I scored," he confesses to you, breaking apart from your lips. His hand stays caught around your throat, but the other comes up to caress your face. "Thought about you," he rubs his thumb affectionately over your skin and bumps his nose against yours as moves to rest his forehead against yours, "on your knees, with those pretty lips parted, ready for me to fuck this mouth of yours." You press your body tightly against his, wanting to kiss him, but tightens his grip on your neck and it has you freezing on the spot. "Because, as much as I like fucking that tight, wet cunt, having you gag on my cock is so much fun."

"Then why are we still talking?" You ask, voice cracking as you squeeze your thighs together.

You watch the corners of his lips twist upwards into a smirk. "See, this is why I like you so much, baby," you feel the tip of his nose run against the bridge of your nose as he moves to kiss your forehead, as he mumbles against you, "you'd rather avoid the fussy stuff and jump straight in."

"Only because you don't do the fussy stuff," you bite back. The fussy stuff was for girlfriends only, he had told you once, which you found funny because Christian wasn't one for girlfriends either.

"Because that's for-"

"Girlfriends only," you abruptly cut him off, rolling your eyes, "Yes. I remember."

"Oh, come on, gorgeous," he chuckles, touching your chin, "don't sound so bitter. You are someone's girlfriend, remember? You already have someone to do all that fussy stuff for you." His thumb presses harder against your chin as he studies your face, the same smirk still dancing on the corners of his mouth. "That's why you stay with him, isn't it? Because he does the stuff I won't?"

"We've already talked about this."

His nose scrunched up as he nods his head, tilting to the side. "Right," he mumbles, removing his hands, "you like him because he's nice." He marks out the air quotes with his fingers. "It definitely has nothing to do with him providing all that emotional bullcrap you know you'll never get from me, right?"

"Why are we still talking?" You question him, avoiding his question. He lets you touch him, you hand moving to cradle the side of his face as you kiss your lips against his neck. You listen to his breath hitching in his throat as you graze your teeth over his Adam's apple. "I thought you were here to receive your reward?"

Your free hand travels down the front of his chest, lingering for a second on the waistband of his jeans, before dropping to cup his crotch. Both of you moan as you come into contact with his semi-hardened length hidden inside the confinement of the material. "No more talking," you whisper, mumbling against the roughness of his jaw, palming at him through his jeans.

He clears his throat. "On your knees then," he orders, giving your bum a light pinch.

Dropping onto your knees, he watches you unbutton his jeans and slowly pull the zipper down. He leaves you to push his jeans down, pushing the down just low enough to give you enough room. Looking up, you catch the hunger in his eyes, that turns his honey drizzled eyes dark with a type of lust that runs pleasure up your spine, tingling and building. Every single thing about your relationship was wrong, but when he looked at you with a hunger and a lust so intense like this, it made it all feel so right.

"What are you waiting for?" Christian asks, stroking his thumb across your forehead as he brings his hand down to rest on the top of your head. "Come on," he encourages, taking a deep breath in anticipation of what was to come, "be a good little slut and give me my reward."

Curling you fingers around the edge of the waistband of his grey boxers, you pull them down just enough untuck his harden cock from their tight confinement. You bite your bottom lip at the sight of him springing free from his boxers, muffling your moans.

He tuts, bringing his hand down to peel your lip from between your teeth. "You like that, baby?" You give in, nodding your head. "Good," he huffs, "now open your mouth."

"Not yet."

He watches you wrap your hand around the base of his shaft and the moan he lets out as you start to pump your hand is a mix of satisfaction and frustration. The feeling of your hand was nice, but he wanted nothing more than to feel your lips wrapped around him. Leaning forwards, he continues to watch in a mesmerised like fashion as you lick and kiss your way up from the base, stopping before you reach the tip. Your eyes flicker to look at his, grinning when you spot that he was holding his breath, desperately anticipating the feel of your warm, wet mouth.

But again you wait to give him what he wants.

He groans when he feels your hot breath touching his tip, making him think he was finally going to get what he wanted the most, but when you begin to kiss and lick back down to the base, towards his balls, he frowns. "Stop teasing-" He interrupts himself with a sharp moan, feeling you softly sucking on them.

You continue to tease him, touching everywhere but the tip, that was throbbing and glistening with his pre-cum, aching to be touched. "Fuck," he drawls, running his finger through his hair, "you look so good, princess. But, come on now, let's stop with the teasing."

"It's not nice to be teased, is it?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. You lick your lips and wrap your hand back around the base, squeezing it a little, just enough to make him groan.

"Oh, ha, ha," he mocks, rolling his eyes, "now open that pretty little mouth of yours."

Slowly, you lower your mouth onto him, a low moan emitting deep from in your throat, vibrating against him, as his grip on the back of your head tightens, his hips lifting to speed up the process. You look up at him through your eyelashes, a look of smugness spreading across your face that only made him want to fuck it out of you later. For now, he'd settle on just fucking your throat.

His hand moves with your head, tugging and pulling on your hair, groaning out loud and throwing his head back each time he would hit the back of your throat, or feel you hollowing your cheeks. To him, it felt like you trying to suck his soul out. His thrusts are deep and precise, and has your gagging noisily around him as you move to meet each of his movements perfectly.

"Shit, baby girl!" He hisses, feeling your nails digging into the tops of his thighs. Looking up you see his mouth hanging open, panting and chanting your name like a prayer of sorts. "Fuck, I'm so close," he tells you, looping his fingers through your hair and digging their tips into your skull.

You moan your approval, speeding up your movements, which grow sloppy the faster you become. Pulling off him for a quick second, you encourage him to cum. "Do it, baby," you beg him, pumping him with your hand, "give it to me." You lick your lips, guiding the tip back into your mouth to suck on it. "I want it all," was the final thing you say, before you're taking him into your mouth.

His body vibrates as pleasure shoots through his body. "Shit-" His mind goes blank, with white spots hazing his vision as he spills down your throat. "That's it," he loudly moans, a groan nestled deep emitting from his chest, "just take it, baby, just take it all for me. Good fucking girl!"

Dazed and slightly light-headed, Christian watches you clean your mouth, using your thumb to clean the corners. He swallows a deep breath of air as you lick your thumb clean.

Tugging you up to your feet, you let out a squeak of surprise as he crashes his lips against yours. He can taste traces of himself, running his tongue over yours, and softly moans into your mouth. Pulling apart, he presses his forehead against yours, stroking his thumb affectionately against your cheek, causing your eyes to close and soak in the rare moment.

And instead of rushing through the moment, he let's it happen. He watches the smile that tugs slightly on the corners of your lips and notices how you lean into his touch. And there it was again. That warmth in his stomach he had to keep telling himself to ignore every time you were near.

"I lo-"

"Y/N?" The sound of Ty's voice pulls you both out of the moment, interrupting whatever it was that Christian was going to say, and has your eyes snapping open. "Y/N, are you in here?" He shouts louder. You panic as you hear the footsteps approaching the bedroom door, glancing frantically around your room for a place for Christian to hide. "Y/N?"

Your hands collides heavily with Christian's arm, pushing him, or at least trying to, towards your bathroom. "Get in the bathroom!" You hiss, pointing with your other hand.

"And what if he wants to use it?" Christian asks, stumbling as he works quickly to fasten his jeans.

"Are you-" Sighing, you follow him into the bathroom, swinging the door shut behind you. You listen closely for the bedroom door opening, the sweat on the back of your neck becoming uncomfortable as you hear Ty's footsteps enter the room. "Chris?" You call out, trying not to show the anxiety you were feeling in your voice.

"What are-" You clamp your hand over Christian's mouth, giving him a silent warning in the form of a sharp glare.

"No, darling, it's just me," Ty answers, there's a rustling sound like he was searching for something, "I forgot my watch!" He happily cheers when he finds it, causing Christian to roll his eyes, mumbling something into the palm of your hand. "Did you say something?" Ty's voice travels through the bathroom door.

"Eh, no," you answer, pretending to cough, "just...just clearing my throat. Eh, did you find it?"

"Got it!"

You let out a sigh of relief; his phone call earlier had been one of an emergency and you knew he wouldn't be able to stick around for any longer.

"Oh, good," you fake your happiness, staring up at the ceiling to avoid Christian's staring back at you, "so, I'll see you in the morning, yeah?"

"I'll bring back breakfast from that cafe you like," Ty replies, happily chuckling at the thought.

"Sounds perfect!"

You wait until you had heard your apartment door open and close before you lowered your hand, releasing a breath you hadn't even realised you had been holding in. Without a second thought behind it, you step into Christian's chest, dropping your head to rest against his shoulder, burying your face into his body. "That was close," you mumble against him.

"Too close," Christian agrees, finding himself hesitant to touch you. Eventually, he places his hand on the small of your back, idly rubbing his thumb in soft circles.

Lifting your head away, you find him gazing down at you, like he had almost been waiting for you to look up at him. "What were you going to say?" You ask, remembering he had been in the middle of saying something before Ty's unexpected return. He raises his eyebrows questioningly at you. "Before Ty's interruption, you were saying something," you explain, before asking, "what was it?"

He quickly shakes his head. "It was nothing." He keeps shaking his head. "Doesn't matter now." Dropping his hand away from your body, he clears his throat. "God, I am starving," to you it felt like he was purposely trying to change the subject, "do you want food?"

Turning, you watch him leave the bathroom, disappearing into the next room. "Sure," you call after him, regretting not pushing him on the subject to talk before he had essentially escaped your grasp, "just not that place we got from last time though!"

"Not the Italian place, got it!" He shouts back, his voice travelling throughout your apartment. "What about that Chinese place we got from the other week?"

When you enter your living room, you find him laid comfortably on your sofa, his shoes now kicked off and his phone in his hand. "Sounds great," you answer, returning his smile as you eventually join him.

Maybe you'll get him to talk next time.

~~~~~~~ | F O O T B A L L T A G L I S T | ~~~~~~~

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S E 7 E N : L E V I A T H A N P A R T 1 N E

Finally here! This is a very interesting chapter, I love it! 😁

Warnings: oral sex (female receiving), reptilian features during oral sex, intimidation, use of force, mentions of torture, death, rape, and cannibalism, murder, insulting religion, characters going against God…I think that’s it. Submitted on my phone so it's not eally proofread...again...sorry.

The next morning you woke in your bed alone, despite falling asleep with Sunoo as he caressed and hugged your body from behind…

……………….

‘Push yourself against me…just like that.’

His arm remained firmly wrapped around your waist as he pulls you in, your back plastered against his chest as he showered the slight bit of flex veins at the stretch of your neck with kisses, a series of licks, and nibbles. 

‘Feel good darling?’ 

You barely could respond or form any words as your moans came out with a burning rage that equaled to his passion. Despite him keeping his trousers on, his chest bare, he had you stripped of your clothing, in which he has you remove each article through a striptease he walked you through. 

‘Heeseung has longed to see your body move in various ways. He’s dreamed of seeing you in nothing but the flesh you were born with, and the best way to expose that to him…is with sensuality.’ Sunoo remarked as he rocked your hips, intimately observing as you stripped your cut up tank top, and bra. 

‘That’s it, move that way. He’lol love that. With you, he’ll love anything and everything.’ 

He continues to guide you as he sucked on the plump pink nipples that decorated your mounds. 

Stripping off the remainder of your clothing and undergarments, he continued to dry fuck you in various positions on the bed, ever so attentive in complimenting your reactions and responses as he would bend you over, grab you firmly, and hit you in the back with his clothed groin. 

‘Uuuuuuugh….!!’ 

‘Good girl…you sound heavenly, yet your body moves so dirty. You’re so perfect for him, you don’t even know half of it.’

He sucked on the back of your shoulder blades, leaving marks on the fields of skin on your body. 

‘So perfect….and it’s all you’re doing…your fault for being the way you are. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your skin, your body, and voice. You truly are just like him, Gods favorite.’

With your body jolting upwards as you were for fully retracted back in repeated motion, you succumbed to the erotic sensation of orgasm time after time, again and again all throughout the night. 

‘Now remember darling, I’m not penetrating you, but when he takes you, that’s going to be a different story. You’ll need to learn to build stamina…he may not be so gentle…he’s been waiting…yearning for you. Expect to be fucked for days on end.’

You heard him, but his words were barely processing as you were distracted by the intense feeling as Sunoo flips you, lays atop of you and continues to pelt you at an incredible momentum. You never knew that a feeling so pleasurable could exist without being penetrated, yet Sunoo made you into a believer that very night. 

………………

Seeing the slight indent of the bedspread from where he laid, you buried your face into the pillow his head rested on. It smelled like him…like Jungwon…Jay….and Helel. The brothers scent, lingered on the pillow case as you take in a deep inhale. It smelled of something unique, foreign and yet familiar at the same time. 

There was a hint of a scented incense within it, a smoky chalk of burning wood, yet a coolness of eucalyptus could be detected, along with a slight bit of sweet musk, velvet orchid, vanilla, and rose. 

If every man had smelled like this, you would have fallen in love nearly every day just from the scent alone. It brought you comfort and a sense of passion as each inhale travels to your core and reignites the flamed tingle that made you rave in the motions of euphoria. 

‘I’m losing myself…I can’t control it. Is it because I can’t escape from him? I feel that ever since I met him…it’s almost as if…he would have taken me away, even if I hadn’t agreed to the deal…something deep within is telling me…’

You paused your thoughts as you mentally note that today marks the fourth day…you were down to 96 hours until you were to be welcomed in the arms of death, whether it was through Helel or the angels, you were going to be gone and no longer a part of the world. 

‘How will it go down? I don’t know why I question the sincerity of his intentions…perhaps it’s because I don’t know him…yet I know so much ‘about’ him through his brothers…’

Getting up, you decided to take a bath. It’s been so long since you took one since you always opted to just shower and get ready for work, but now, you needed to take time to enjoy the things in life that you hadn’t taken enough moments to relish in. 

Submerging yourself in the tub, your body glows under the clear water. The immense steam overfills the entire bathroom as you had the water temperature on to a scolding temperature and yet….

‘It only feels lukewarm at this point…I keep wanting it to be hotter…I desire heat….is it because of them?’ 

Dipping your head down under water for a moment to drench your hair, you re-emerge slightly gasping out from holding your breath. The steam in the room begins to clear up as you turn the water off, so not to overfill the tub. 

Once you did so and sat back into the tub, you were shocked as you observed the change in the scenery of your bathroom…or rather, it wasn’t your bathroom anymore…

‘What…what’s happened? Where am I? Is this…is this salt water?’ 

Remarking at the salty scent of the sea, you noted the atmosphere of the vast and wide nothingness around you, just leagues of water expanding all around, as if you were nowhere near land…because you weren’t. 

The water wasn’t deep, as you stood straight you noted how it came up to your waist, your hair plastered over your breasts and shoulders, you gently cross your arms over to subtly cover up. 

Suddenly you felt something…it felt like a whirlpool of the water swirling around your thighs and hips as it was a soft and gentle feeling, very slight in the manner of touch. 

You looked down, only to find that the water, which has remained clear, displayed nothing beneath it. 

‘Was it a…a snake?’ 

Just as you mentally prepared to figure out what was it that swerved around your skin, a hand reached from behind you cups your breast, shocking you into a state of fear as you nearly jumped, yet another reaches from behind and performs a strong hold on your hips, massaging as it drags up and down from your waist line. 

“Itssssss okay princess…I’m not going to hurt you. Far from it.” He calmly speaks out with a chuckle. 

You turn around and saw the young man before you, nude as you were with the water coming just under his waist line as he was taller than you. 

Widening his eyes slightly, he takes in your sight. 

His gaze was deep and reflected the tidal of the sea. He was just as handsome as his brothers, yet had a more exotic appeal to his features.

His hands continued to roam your body as he leans in and kisses you, inserting his tongue inside as he explores you entirely. That’s when you pulled back in shock at the feeling of it…

Chuckling, he teasingly smiles as he takes in your rather adorable reaction. 

“Sorry princess, did I scare you?” He leans in and kisses you, you let him despite feeling it again. 

“Shhhh…good giiiiiiirrrrrllll…see?” He kisses you once more. The tender smack of your lips contacting and detaching between the wetness of each kiss echoes within the vast openness of the wide water. 

“It’s just my tongue. It’s not going to hurt you…” he kisses you again, reaching up with his hands, he combs his hair slick back as the wet strands remain the hold of the style, aside from a few pieces in the front falling forward and draping over his brows. The stretch of his toned body caused it to flex as the distinct muscles from his v-line torso, his abs, and his pectorals heightened in definition. He looked similar to that of a Greek God. 

Reaching back around your waist, he pulls you in…closely. You felt the entire compass of his nude body against yours, to include the hardness of his length as it stiffens upwards, pressed against your stomach, the tip reaching in between your breasts. Granted he was taller than you, yet you could already tell how gifted he was in size. 

Sticking his tongue out for you to see as he licks his upper lip, you note the split in the center, resembling to that of a snake. Which made you realize that his eyes, we’re also expressive in reptilian features as you watched how the roundness of his pupils transitioned to that of sharp slits…

“Come here princess…I’m not going to bite you, trust me. Trust Jake the Snake.” He chuckles teasingly as he pulls you back in, allowing for the water to softly ripple around you. 

The feeling of his skin pressed up against your body felt beyond soothing, you moaned just at just his touch alone, yet his appearance added to the sinful indulgence as he watched you with those dark sleight blue eyes, his blonde hair, and the elaborate metal piece that decorated his bottom lip. The man was deviously handsome. 

Leaning in to graze his unusual tongue along your neck, he whispers, “theeeeere….good giiiiirllll….you’re so warm and pretty….” 

You tilt your head back as you embraced him fully as his body presses against yours, closing any gaps that remained in between. 

“Go ahead…touch it baby.” 

Reaching down with your fingertips, as his cock rested agains your skin, you stroke it and gingerly massage the tip as it lays firm against your chest plate.

“Oh yeah…you know how to tame it…don’t you?”

You nod as he continues to whisper in your ear. 

“Oh good!” He exclaims as he grabs on to your waist tightly. “You’re mine for the day, aren’t you?” He calmly asks. 

You nod as you whispered a soft and breathless “yes.” 

“Good…the that means i can enjoy you for a little bit.”

Submerging partially down under water, his head remained above surface as you felt his arms loop around under your kneecaps. With the same strength and stamina that of his brothers, he snaps up as he lifts you steadily, not a single moment transpired where you felt off balance or tilted, his hands shoot up at your waist as he kept control and held the bearing of your weight so firmly steady. 

With each leg over his shoulder, he leans his face in closer to the flesh in between them. His tongue slightly flickers as he drags it against your inner thigh while inching closer…and closer. 

You whimpered in a painful sense of anticipation as your abdomen vibrates from the heat of his breath while he exhales against the slit, just a hair away from making contact with his lips. 

You placed your hands over his as you dig your fingernails in, the sensation was gut wrenching, yet he loved every moment of it as he whispers against your clit…

“Mmm…dig deeper.”

Referring to your fingernails, you were going to respond.

But your words never came out. Instead, a shrilling scream of choked up gasps and pleasure escapes your wide open mouth as you face the sky and tilt your head far back. 

His tongue moves up and down, coating your skin. It slithers and flicks as it rapidly taps all over in between your folds. 

“UGH!!!” You screamed and squirmed as he held you steady with such ease. 

“Aww…princess is sensitive…” he whispers against it as his tongue conducts a circular motion, slowly pushing pass the skin as he inserts it inside you. 

Feeling as it vigorously taps agains your walls,  you choked out again, moaning out, recalling his name as he spoke it out a few moments ago…

‘Jake the snake…’ 

“J-Jake! Ugh!!”

You Yelp out. 

“Awwww…she likes to scream out names….I like that…” 

“AAAH! Ugh!!! P-please!” You whimper led out. He barely even got started and already you were beyond Cloud Nine. 

“And she begs….how sweet.” Remarking his final note, his tongue thrusts in and out as he incorporates sloppy and smacking kisses against your clit, moving his face in circular motion as he essentially, made out with your entry. 

Only moments in and you nearly blacked out from the intensity of the pleasure he admitted. 

His hands tighten around your waist as he reaches a finger to tap against yours while they remained smacked down on his, indicating for you to continue to dig your nails into his skin. 

“We enjoy giving a little pain…but also like it back, princess.” He murmurs with his mouth full of your skin and flesh as he tenderly sucks, kiss, licks, and thrusts his tongue in and out. The split tip of his wet muscle reached The sweet spot deep with in, and caressed it in a manner that you wouldn’t believe. 

“Ugh!! Oh my God! I’m-I’m gonna cum!! Pl-please!!!” 

You begged, though you’re not entirely sure why. It was good and bad, as the sensation of pleasure and overstimulation caused you to feel tormented. You wanted more, and you wanted less. It was good that it was bad. 

‘Oh my God…the way he moves it inside…I can’t…!’ 

“Come on girly, cum…awww do it…” he states so gently as he kisses your softness with such ultimate tenderness…it was enough to make you sick. 

“Ugh!”

“Yeah…” he whispers against your clit. His tongue flickered something fierce as he burrows it deeper. 

“Ugh!!”

“That’s it..” 

“UGH!!!”

“Aaaaahh…good girl.” 

Descending you from his shoulders, he slowly lowers you as he places a line of kisses from your bare core, up towards your bellybutton, in between your breasts, and up to your neck as you come back to a standing position. 

With his hands wrapped around you, he pulls you in for an embrace. Kissing your face so tenderly as he holds you, the water soothing the overstimulation as you re-submerge into it, your body goes limp within his hold, yet he didn’t mind as he continued to bear the burden of your weight effortlessly. 

“Oh girly…” kissing you so tenderly on your temple as he pushes your wet hair back, your face tilted and resting against his shoulder in an exhausted state. “You’re the sweetest.” 

Placing additional kisses on your face, your sight takes in the last bit of the view as you feel yourself drifting. The steam was returning as it clouds the atmosphere…and you fall asleep.

P A R T 2 W O

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