#and im sure both of them are from me clenching my jaw at night

[semercury]

Want to throw myself upon my bed and weep.

[carringtonsgf]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -𝐌.𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎,𝐂.𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

pairing: bf!matt x gf!reader x chris

summary: in which matt knows a lot more then his girlfriend does. he knows how she wants his brother to ruin her so he shares her with chris for a night.who is he to not help satisfy his girls wants.

warnings:swearing,dom!chris,soft dom!matt,degrading,praising,f!recieving,male masturbation, m!recieving,p in v, creampie.

matt notices things more then his girlfriend realizes he does. he notices all the stares at his brother.the wearing more revealing clothes to catch his attention.always making conversation with him about whatever.

he knows she wants his brother to fuck her. he knows she wants them both to use her at the sametime. he pays attention to her body language and he notices the way her thighs will sometimes subconsciously squeeze together when the three of them are hanging out.

at first it was small peaks at him then it turned into her wearing more tops that exposed her boobs and her always talking to chris the most when they would hang out with chris and nick.

he knew that chris knew too. chris had always found the girl hot. he was jealous when he had found out that his brother got to her first. that was supposed to be him.

chris would often imagine what it would be like to have her to himself in the ways he wanted her. he imagined what it would often be like to be deep inside her as he had her pinned down on the bed.

there had been a time that matt and his girlfriend were fucking and the door was slightly opened because matt did it on purpose.

he wanted chris to hear the way he has her,and chris doesnt have her. it was more of a jealousy thing, matt was jealous that he knew his girl wanted his brother as well.

chris had walked into the kitchen as he heard moans coming from his brothers room. he heard her. the way his brother had the girl in the way he wanted to have her. he was fuming.that should be him making her sound so fucked out all can do is moan in response.

chris forgot even what he came into the kitchen for and instantly just went back to his room with his jaw clenched as he blasted music trying to drown the noises of her moans out. it didnt help though because the sound of her was stuck in his head. she sounded so pretty he wish it were him.

back to present day, chris and matt were currently sitting on the couch as nick and y/n were out shopping. they had a movie playing in the background but they both were too busy playing on their phones til matt spoke.

“you know y/n wants to fuck you right?”matt randomly said.

chris was shocked at the words he just heard come out of his brothers mouth. he had to do a double take.

“what the fuck did you just say?” chris asked making sure he heard what he thought he did.

“i said you know y/n wants to fuck you right?” he said carelessly.

“you’re joking you’re trying to see if i would make a move on her.which i wouldnt. shes all yours bro.”chris laughed

“im not joking, i catch the way she looks at you because she looks at me with those same eyes when she wants it.” matt said.

“you’re not making any sense bro” chris said as he was shocked. he didnt know if he should believe his brother or not. he felt his heart racing as he was trying to figure out if he was actually being serious.

“how? have you not seen the way she looks at you or how she constantly talks to you when she can?” matt says surprisingly calm

“she wants you bro fucking trust me.” matt said looking at his brother.

“and you’re okay with that?” chris asked

“i mean dont get me wrong im jealous as fuck but honestly i think i would be okay with sharing her with you for a night.” matt said as he was replying to his girlfriends text.

“are you sure you’re okay with that?” chris was surprised that his brother just suggested sharing his girlfriend.

“i mean gotta satisfy my girl and give her what she wants.” matt said as he sat his phone down.

i nodded and went back to playing around on my phone as matt spoke up once again.

“shes on her way, she dropped nick at madis so we have the house to ourselves.” matt said

“are we really gonna do this?” chris questioned.

“yeah as long as youre down because i know she will be.” matt said

“yeah im down” chris said as he couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

matts girlfriend finally pulled into the driveway. she grabbed her bag and headed inside.

as the girl got inside she walked to where her boyfriend was which was the couch. she saw him and chris just both look at her.

“hey guys.” she said as she sat next to her boyfriend giving him a quick peck on his lips.

“we need to talk.” matt said as chris looked at her.

“here in front of chris?” i furrowed my eyebrows.

“yeah im sure he wouldnt mind since i see the looks you always give him” matt said as he looked at his brother.

“okay.” i said nervously.

“what would you do if i let chris fuck you in front of me while i watch a bit before joining in?” matt said rubbing my thighs.

“i mean okay.” i said softly not knowing the right words to say.

“you hear that chris she said she wants you.” matt said.

chris smirked as everything matt had said earlier was true. he was about to get his way with the girl.

chris then came over and sat beside me so i now sat in between the two.

“cmon pretty girl lets go get this started yeah?” chris said as he was just inches away from my lips.

i nodded as matt kept rubbing my thighs getting close to my clothed wet aching cunt. i subconsciously squeezed my thighs together as i thought about chris being between them while matt watched.

“use your words,whore.” chris said as i felt vibrations go down to my cunt.

“ready for you.” i said softly.

with that chris smashed his lips onto mine pulling me into a kiss filled with lust and hunger.

“cmon chris carry her to my room.” matt said as he got up.

chris picked me up not breaking the kiss as he carried me into matts room.

he threw me down onto the bed hovering over me and attaching his lips back to mine as i feel his growing boner rub against my clothed core.

matt was sitting in his gaming chair watching everything happen. he was waiting til he could join in.

he couldnt lie he felt jealous watching chris on top of his girlfriend, but he knew that his girlfriend also wanted his brother too. sharing is caring right?

chris started to grind his obviously painful boner against the girls clothed core causing whimpers to leave her mouth as he started to kiss down her neck to her chest.

chris took off her shirt leaving her just in shorts as he took a boob into his mouth sucking on the nipple as he swirled his tounge around her nipple.

as he was doing this he slid her shorts down along with her panties leaving her naked underneath him. he teased her as he placed his hand close to her aching core.

she moaned out. “need to feel you please.” causing chris to smirk against her boob. he then pulled off of her as he looked at her.

“words princess. need to feel what where?” chris said as he slid off his shirt leaving him in his sweats.

“need to feel your mouth on my pussy please chris” the girl begged as matt sat back watching as he felt himself growing a painful errection.

with that chris started to kiss down the girls body making his way to the area she needed him the most.

chris pressed soft kisses on her inner thighs before attacking her clit with his tounge.

the girl let out a loud moan as chris started to eat her out. she ran her hands threw his hair as she bit her lip in pleasure.

matt was watching as he pulled down his sweats making his cock spring out hitting against his stomach. he started to touch himself as he closed his eyes listening to the moans that were coming out of his girlfriends mouth.

“such a fucking whore.” matt groaned out as he was stroking his cock.

the girl let out a loud string of moans as she grinded herself on chris’ tounge as she felt her orgasm growing close.

“cum all over my tounge slut” chris said as she grinded herself down even harder on his tounge gripping his hair as she came all over his tounge.

chris moaned against her as he licked her clean swallowing every drop.

he then hovered back over her kissing her sloppily making her taste herself as she reached her hand down sliding his sweats down as she took his cock into her hand starting to stroke him.

him and matt were about the same size maybe him just a inch bigger than matts but matt was more girthy than him.

chris groaned into her mouth as she kept stroking him as he thrusted into her hand while slipping his tounge into her mouth.

matt kept watching as he was waiting for the perfect time to join in wanting her to be satisfied with fucking chris first.

chris then pulled away from the kiss taking his sweats all the way off as he laid down beside her.

“get on top whore want you to ride me as you face matt.” chris said.

the girl hovered over him to where she was facing matt as she slid down slowly on him.

she started to bounce on him as matt locked eyes with her while he was jerking himself off.

“yeah you like being on my cock while your boyfriend watches dont you?” chris groaned as she kept bouncing her ass on him.

chris slapped her ass as he thrusted up into her a few times before letting her do all the work again.

she gripped onto chris’ thighs as she kept moving herself on him as his cock kept hitting her cervix.

after awhile chris pulled her off of him putting her on all fours as he slammed back into her.

a loud moan came out of her mouth as matt decided he would join in as he got up standing at the edge of the bed where chris had her.

“open wide baby.”matt said as he slapped her face with his dick a few times.

she opened her mouth as he slid his cock into her mouth starting to fuck himself into her mouth as chris was pounding into her from behind.

“such a fucking whore letting your boyfriends brother fuck you.” chris said slapping her ass harshly causing her to moan which sent vibrations through matts cock causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

matt let out a moan as i felt him twitching inside my mouth as that meant he was getting close.

i felt myself clench around chris as matt released his seed into my mouth as i swallowed everybit.

“such a good girl.” matt groaned as he leaned down kissing me as i felt my orgasm grow closer again for the second time.

i let out a moan as matt pulled away from the kiss.

“go ahead and cum for me princess you been doing so good.” chris groaned as i felt him all the way in my stomach.

he leaned down rubbing my clit as i felt myself clench even harder around him.

“aww i can feel you bulging” he chuckled as i came around him coating his cock with my cum.

he thrusted a few more times before pulling out and cumming on my ass.

him and matt now switched places. matt was behind me as chris was standing at the edge of the bed.

they both entered me at the same time. matt slammed into me as chris started to fuck my throat.

i moaned from pleasure and over stimulation as i was being used by both of them at the sametime.

it felt so good, this is what i wanted.

“youre doing so good taking us both at the same time princess.”matt said which caused me to clench around him as i was deepthroating chris.

“gonna fuck my baby into you, you deserve it”matt moaned out as he gripped my hips pounding into me even deeper.

i cried out as i had tears running down my cheeks from all the pleasure i was feeling.

it hurt so good.

chris was a moaning mess as thrusted into my mouth shooting his seed into my throat.

he pulled out and laid in front of me watching matt fuck me as he played with my hair as i laid on his thighs.

“so pretty.” he mumbled.

i felt my orgasm growing closer and closer for the nth time that night.

“gonna cum” i moaned loudly.

“cum for me babygirl cum all over my cock.” matt said as he pounded into me.

with that i felt myself clench around him as i came around his cock coating him with my cum.

“gonna fuck my baby deep inside of you now” matt moaned as i felt him twitching inside me as he shot his load deep inside to me filling me completely.

matt pulled out as he watched our cum that was mixed together ooze out of me. he carefully took his finger pushing it back in.

matt went into his bathroom grabbing a towel and came back wiping my ass off.

suddenly matts phone rang and he grabbed it off his desk answering it.

“hello?” he said as nick was on the phone with him.

“yeah. be there in ten.” he said.

“you take care of her, i gotta go get nick.” matt said.

he put on his clothes and came over kissing me softly.

“be back in a minute princess” he said as he headed out the door.

chris pulled me into his arms and held me close as he rubbed my back softly.

“want me to get you a hoodie?” he asked and i nodded sleepily.

he got up and walked over to matts closest grabbing me a hoodie and he went thru the drawers and got me a pair of shorts.

he helped me get dressed then he put on his sweats.

“need anything else?” he asked softly

“get me a drink please” i said as i cuddled into matts blanket.

he nodded and went to the kitchen grabbing a drink and came back.

he opened my drink handing it to me. i took a few sips of it and sat it down.

he sat next to me as he grabbed matts tv remotes putting on a random show as i laid close to him falling asleep as i wait for matt to get back.

i was wore out from taking them both at once, it was good but it also made me extremely tired.

once matt got back chris and him spoke while the girl was asleep both agreeing to do this again sometime.

matt cuddled up to his girlfriend as he fell asleep.

sometimes sharing is caring.

TAGLIST: @eupiasworld , @sturniolosloves , @mattslovelygf , @smittensturniolos , @hauntedxchris , @hearts4tatemcrae , @bernardsbendystraws , @jo-777 , @wurlibydominicfike , @meerkatzthings , @jnkvivi

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Walls Are Crumbling: Part 2

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: You and Benedict announce your engagement to the rest of the Bridgerton family. They're ecstatic for you, as Benedict told you they'd be. But you still can't help but feel guilty for bringing Benedict into your mess.

A/N: oh no. i guess im gonna turn this into a mini series...

Part 1

Everyone in the sitting room cheers after you and Benedict announce your engagement. Anthony and Kate give the pair of you soft smiles and knowing looks. Of course Anthony told his wife. He could never hide anything from her.

"Well, I must say this isn't too much of a surprise," Violet Bridgerton stands from her spot and walks towards you, "We all had a feeling this was going to happen eventually."

You smile at the woman you saw as another mother, "Trust me, Violet, I'm just as surprised as you are."

Benedict gives you a nudge, silently telling you to shush. He then speaks up, "Yes, it seemed that both of us had been harboring feelings for each other for a long time. Didn't see a reason as to why we needed to prolong marriage. Therefore, in month's time, we seek to marry."

Eloise grimaces, "But that's so soon."

Benedict's hand intertwines in yours, "Well, Eloise, I've waited too long to have Y/N as mine, so the sooner we wed, the better."

"But not too soon," you pointedly say, "which is why we decided in month's time," you add, just in case someone else suggests you two marry today, like Anthony did last night.

"Did you tell your mother already, Y/N, dear?" Violet asks curiously.

You nod, "Yes, and it went as you'd expect it to."

The dowager viscountess gives you a tight lip look. She wasn't fond of your mother and how she treats you. She especially doesn't like how she viewed your friendship with Benedict as a waste.

"Second sons have nothing to offer," she's said often.

Kate approaches you, arm looping through yours, "Sorry, brother-in-law, may I steal her for a moment?"

Benedict cocks a brow at you, silently asking if you'll be okay. You nod, "I'll be back," you let go of his hand and follow Kate, whom is guiding you outside of the sitting room and into the hall. There, she asks you to tell her everything, since Anthony only gave her bits and pieces.

While you and the Viscountess talk, Anthony joins his younger brother, "Do you really think you should do this?"

Benedict looks at his brother with annoyance on his face, "If I don't, she'd be left off to her own. I can't let that happen, especially with a child on the way."

"A child that isn't even yours, brother."

He shakes his head and shrugs, "I don't care. I will love them as my own. They are part Y/N, so surely, I'd love them." He then scowls, "Lord Mattias is a coward for this."

"I'd argue that you're just as cowardly," Anthony murmurs, a hint of a smirk on his lips, "Marrying the woman you love and yet not even telling her how you feel."

Benedict scoffs, "As if I should be taking advice from you on how to handle love," he cocks a brow at his older brother, knowing the debacle between him, Kate, and Edwina.

Anthony's jaw clenches and he doesn't say another word, which leaves Benedict to chuckle. He pats his brother on the shoulder, "I'll tell her...eventually. Things are going to be chaotic for her already. I don't want to cause her any more stress. It'll be bad for her and the baby."

Anthony hums and walks away from Benedict, deciding to stand beside Colin, whom is sitting on chaise lounge chair.

__________________________

1 Month Later

You managed to have wedding dress made fairly quickly. Well, Lady Danbury definitely put in a good word for you that helped speed up the process. Your wedding, albeit not ideal, was still perfect. Although your words of love to Benedict during the ceremony were....not completely true, you still found yourself tearing up when Benedict repeated his vows to you. You thought marrying your closest friend would be weird, but throughout the duration of the month leading up to the wedding, it became less of that and more comforting.

Time and time again did Benedict reassure he wasn't going to leave you behind for the wolves, that he'd be there for you and for the baby. That you'd be well taken care of.

Post-wedding, the dinner was a bit overwhelming. So many people were congratulating you, echoing the same words everyone else had "We all knew this would happen eventually". But what exactly did that mean? Sure, a few years ago, you harbored feelings for Benedict, but did everyone see it? Benedict couldn't have seen it too, right?

"Y/N?" he squeezes your hand and you didn't even realize he was holding it.

You look up from your plate, "Hm? Sorry."

"Are you alright?"

"I-I think I'd like some air," you whisper back to him.

"Would you like me to come with you?"

You're hesitant to say yes, but your head moves before your mouth does. You're nodding and Benedict is immediately on his feet and excuses the both of you. Everyone watches the two of you exit the dining room, the chatter continues as you leave.

Benedict silently follows you to the tree that has the swings you two used to play on when you were young. once sat on one of the swings, your hand immediately going to your belly. You've been doing that a lot in these past weeks, just not in front of others beside Anthony and Benedict.

"Is something wrong?" he nods to your hand on your belly.

You shake your head, "Not with the baby, no. But I just-" you let out another deep breath, "This is all so much. I-I-" your eyes are tearing up, "I don't like that I've brought you into my mess."

Benedict kneels before you and grabs your hands into his, "Y/N, listen to me, you did not force me to do this. I offered to marry you because I care about you and I'd hate for anything bad to happen to you. You are my dearest friend. I won't let anything bad happen to you. Ever. Do you understand me?" thumbs away your tears as you nod, "Good." He stands up and kisses your head, "Do you want to go back?"

"Can we stay here for a little longer?"

"Whatever my wife wants."

"I have to get used to hearing that," you mumble as you start to slowly move yourself back and forth on the swing.

Benedict watches you with soft eyes, eventually moving himself on the swing.

[loveydovey-leviathan]

"promise"

leona x gn!reader

summary: leona pushes you away because he wants you to be happy | 2k words

cw: very loosely based on the song "promise" by laufey, reader is yuu, farena uses yuu's happiness against his brother, kinda ooc, leona doesn't know how to handle his emotions or problems, he's a dick but when is he not, leona pushes you away and he doesn't communicate properly, reader chooses leona over their world, happy ending because im not one of those writers who likes to see everyone suffer /j

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The day Leona had was too nice and the night too beautiful for him to be putting up with his perfect, always-the-first-choice, thinking-he-knew-what-was-best-for-everyone, and quite frankly just plain annoying older brother.

"What do you want?" he grumbles as soon as he answers the call, lying down on his bed.

"What, I can't call my younger brother just because?" Farena chuckles, a sound familiar to Leona but he knows him well enough to realise that he has an ulterior motive besides just checking up on him.

"You don't call unless it's to tell me something."

"Now, I know that's not true! I've called you plenty of times but-"

"Spit it out."

The voice on the huffs, but it's followed by a few seconds of silence. Leona is about to hang up before Farena finally breaks it.

"I know about your relationship with the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Leona. Did you really think you could hide it from me.?

"I never hid it from you."

"Then how come you didn't tell me? It's been months!"

"I don't tell you anything."

"I know that but I thought you'd tell me this at the very least," another sigh from the King. Leona waits for him to continue because there's clearly more to this pointless conversation.

"Leona, you may not be King but you still have responsibilities to uphold."

"I knew what I was getting into when I chose ___."

"Yes, but do they know?"

"Of course, they do, they aren't stupid."

"Are you sure? And I mean absolutely sure, no doubts whatsoever and everything was made crystal clear since the beginning. I'm not talking about the stupid part, in case you were wondering."

"What are you getting at," it was more of a demand than a question.

"You're a prince, Leona! That's what I'm getting at, you can't be selfish like this!"

"Yes, I can," Leona knew he was selfish, but so many things had been taken from him purely by chance, but you chose to love him. He was your first choice and he'd love you for the rest of his life, consequences and stupid responsibilities be damned.

"I meant concerning ___. They're from another world, correct? Would you make them choose between you and the family they have back in their home?"

Leona doesn't like to think about it. The thought is shoved into the far corners of his mind, where worries as heavy as this are left to fester, waiting to attack on lonely nights. He grips his bed sheets tight.

"You should consider their happiness as well, Leona," he knows that, everything he's done was in an effort to do so– to prove to you that you weren't going to regret loving him.

"And if they do choose you, and if this relationship lasts until both of you graduate, do you think they'll be happy here with you? It's one thing to date during school, but when you leave its confines and truly become a Prince, will they still be happy with you? Royalty has always upheld a tremendous amount of responsibility, and the spouse of said royalty is expected to share that burden alongside them."

Once again, Leona doesn't answer, and Farena sighs. It's one of finality and exhaustion.

"I hope you think about what I've said tonight, Leona. Good night, and I'm always here when you need me," the call ends and the second son puts down the phone. He doesn't know how long he stays awake staring at the ceiling, but by the end of it, he clenches his fist even harder and grits his jaw. He loves you too much to be selfish.

━━━━━━━

You find Leona under his usual spot in the botanic garden. He’s as pretty as always but it’s immediately evident to you that something is wrong. His body is too tense, there are dark circles under his eyes and his tail is lashing side to side in a rapid manner. 

“Leona?” you call to him, but he doesn’t answer, though you know he’s awake. You step towards him and sit down near his head, expecting him to drag your body nearer so he can lay on your lap. He doesn’t move.

You know him much more than he thinks you do, so there isn’t a doubt in your mind when you ask “...Did your brother call?”. At that, he finally raises an eyelid and his mouth moves to form the question you’ve become used to, ‘How’d you know?’ but only a sigh leaves his lips.

Suddenly he sits up, and you notice that there’s at least a foot of distance in between you. He stares at your face for a while and the silence as you wait for him to say something stretches more than it should– something is wrong and even though he isn’t acting that weird, there’s a heavy feeling in your gut that spreads to your chest and onto your fingers, begging to hold him.

So you do. You scoot closer and entwine your hands with his. He hesitates for 1, 2, 3 seconds before squeezing back and tucking his head into the crook of your neck like all he wants to do is hide away. Gently, ever so gently, you place his head onto his usual spot on your thighs and he buries his face in your stomach. The action is tight and desperate, his body curls as though he wants to mould his very being to you. It cracks open your ribs and makes your heart bleed because when he hurts, you hurt with him.

The rest of the lunch break is quiet but he doesn’t fall asleep. And when you leave you don’t see him for days.

━━━━━━━

He senses you before he even hears your footsteps, before the warm and familiar sound of your voice fills the hallways of this school. It’s always been like that with you, he realises. He doesn’t even have to search for you– it’s like he already knows his place in the world and that’s by your side, so he just gravitates towards the one he’s given his heart to. But he makes a conscious effort to ignore the tug of his legs that instinctively wants to be near and moves away. 

He knows he should just tell you, end it all before he hurts you and the poison in his veins that tells him he’s never going to be good enough taints you as well– which you aren’t, you deserve so much more than a second no-good prince– but he’s also selfish, and he figures out that he is also a giant coward.

The voice that tells him so screams at him when he breaks his promise and goes back to you, tail between his legs and shame on his shoulders weighing him down. It always happens when he’s delirious on sleep deprivation because he can’t close his eyes without seeing you and the hurt expression you try to hide when you think no one’s looking. He tries to push you away, or rather to pull himself away– but he can’t stand the thought of you going back to life without him even though his conscious mind wants you to. 

When he first showed up at your doorstep, the betrayal and shock pummelled his soul to the earth and made his heart drop to his gut. But you didn’t say anything when he barged into your personal space and wrapped himself around you like he never left. He half-expected you to demand why he’d been so distant but all you did was hug him back so tight his heart lodged in his throat and tears welled up from the choking feeling. You took him by the hand and you both slept on the couch that night. By the next morning, he was gone without a word and the guilt felt even heavier, knowing he got your hopes up. He promised himself he wouldn’t do this again.

That night repeats days after and the cycle repeats. His visits don’t have a pattern. Sometimes, he comes after 3 days, others a week or more. By the third visit, you look tired- of him. He hates it but somehow it feels right, not in the way he likes but in the way you’re supposed to. The way you deserve to. Maybe if you hated him you wouldn’t hurt.

━━━━━━━

He’s lost count of how many times he’s visited but tonight when he sees you, you look angry, rightfully so. You’re undeservingly patient towards him. When Leona sees your face, you’re angry– furious at him. You look like you want to throw him across all your furniture in hopes that he feels the same way you feel.

“Leona–” he hates the way you say his name. It’s angry and cruel and deserved. “-- what the hell is going on? You won’t tell me what happened to make you act like this and then you ignore me for days right after–”

“Nothing’s going on,” he stubbornly grumbles. Like he’s said every time you’ve asked. Every time he says this you look increasingly frustrated because it’s obvious that he’s lying– and your eyebrows scrunch in exasperation once more.

But this time your face falls and his heart stops.

“We can’t keep doing this anymore, if you don’t tell me– then I can’t be with you.”

He doesn’t know why he’s so frazzled– this is what he’s been waiting for because he was too much of a weakling to tell you himself, why he started all of this in the first place.

But he misses you, and he’s selfish. He always has been and he doubts he’s ever going to change.

“Would you choose me?” The question makes you pause.

“Leona, I did choose you–”

“If you could go back to your world, would you still choose me?” Would you pick me first?

You’re silent then. His palms almost bleed with how hard he clenches his hands as he waits for you.

“...Yes. Yes, I would. If you tell me why you’re acting like this.” He doesn’t know if you’re telling the truth, if you’ll still tell him that if there really was a time you had to choose between him and your world. But he’s so tired, and he loves you more than the amount of stars there are in the sky.

“I got a call from Farena,” this makes you hesitantly reach for his hand. He meets you halfway and you rub your thumb over his knuckles. The action makes him want to tear up– you’re still so gentle with him after everything.

“Do you think you’ll be happy with me? When we both graduate and I have to help my brother rule, will you be happy?”

He feels your hand on his cheeks, lifting his head to look at you properly. The look in your eyes isn't angry or hurt, it’s soft and understanding. He almost forgot how it felt to be on the other side of your affections.

“I knew what I was getting into when I chose you. You’re rough around the edges but you make me happy in ways no one ever did, like no one ever could.”

He moves his arms to hug you but he stops, still not sure if he’s allowed to. You meet him halfway and he buries his face into your neck. You feel tears stain your shirt and he lets out a sigh so deep and tired it makes you smile.

“Haven’t been able to sleep without you, herbivore.”

You chuckle, “Guess you aren’t getting rid of me then.”

“...Sorry.”

“I know. I love you.”

“I love you too, more than anything.”

You hold him with enough love to break his heart all over again, and he holds you like a beast who doesn’t deserve it but will gladly take anything you give him.

[arhiweebs]

BedRock Lucifer

Warnings: It’s smut with F Mc. If you don’t want it. Don’t read it. :)

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Mc woke up late that night. A wet dream pondering through her mind. One that just had her stomach twisting and turning at the thought of it.

Lucifer was sitting in the bed with a night lamp on. His glasses and reading a book quietly. The bed room fireplace lit.

“Luci…” Mc mumbled. With the way they were both positioned. She cuddled into his hip.

He lifted the book to look down at her. “Is the light bothering you? Want me to turn it off”

She shook her head and cuddled into him pressing herself against his leg. Small whined coming from her.

“Use your words MC.”

“I feel funny again..”

“What does it feel like MC?” He said turning the page of his book.

“Tingly..” she whined.

“What do you want me to do about it Mc?Words my love. Words”

Poor Mc. Being so shy. She quietly looked down. Fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

He sighed and put down his book. “Okay.”

She rolled over and wriggled to the edge of the bed “I think im hungry..” she mumbled.

He pulled her back. “No.” He sighed deeply and kissed her neck.

She huffed. A hand trailing through her hair “Baby.. im hungry…i think.. i don’t know….”

“Seriously MC? You don’t know when you’re aroused?” He sat at the end of the bed and had her in between his legs with her back against his chest.

She whined a bit “Its hard to tell.. u-usually my pussy is tingly but its all over..”

An arm wrapped around and he trailed a hand from her belly to her pussy. “And where is it now?” He whispered in her head and kissed on her neck.

“M-my pussy..” she mumbled

“Mhm. Yes I’m sure it is~” his hand rubbed over her clothed pussy and he gave it a small squeeze applying a little pressure.

She whimpered and wiggled a bit “A-Ah~..” she whined

“And just for fun who’s pussy is this?” He said applying more pressure. His other hand trailing up her neck to hold her jaw and tilt her head to the side.

“Y-yours..” she whimpered and wiggled “L-Lucifers ..” she repeated

“Oh~ that’s my good girl~” he kissed on her neck.

Making his fangs scrape against her skin as he rubbed firm circles against her clothes pussy. “Oh fuck MC~. Look at how worked up you’re getting me~”

She whimpered out loudly “F-Fuck~..” she was shaking sligtly. Small groans coming from her lips.

“Mhm.. just like that. You know how much I adore your sounds~” he cooed against her ear. His hot breath falling against her skin. Then he pulled his hands off of her. “Clothes off” He ordered.

She whimpered and nodded. Being a good and doing as she was told. Discarding her clothes.

“That’s my good girl.” He proceeded to remove his own clothes. Spreading his legs to bring her back how she previously was.

He patted the top of her pussy and trailed his fingers between her legs. “Lean on me.” He said softly. He started off slow.

Rubbing soft circles onto her pussy.

Applying pressure perfectly where it was needed.

He was more sensual this time around. So while one have toyed with we pussy. The other ran up and down her body. Just feeling her skin. Peppering soft, lingering kisses against her neck.

“If you need more, tell me.” He said softly. Taking those fingers and dipping them inside her. Instantly feeling how she clenched around him from the stimulation

She nodded with a small whimper. Feeling how her legs almost buckle from under her. “Y-yes Lucifer~”

“Hmm~” he hummed. His fingers curled ever so slightly. Pushing 2-3 inches in right against her sweet and savory g spot.

“I-its~ a-Ah~ i-i want more~..” she whined.

He sighed but nodded “very well.” He took his fingers out. Of course taking a moment to pop them in her mouth to have her taste herself. Then he stood up. Moving her so she was bent over the bed.

He traced down her spine.

He softly patted her butt. Humming to himself as he lined himself up. Rubbing his dick on her ass and tapping her with it. Like he was knocking on a door and asking for permission to come inside. Rubbing his tip against her enterance. Now just teasing at this point. He of course needed a few moments for himself.

She wiggled a bit clearly being impatient she was already dripping with anticipation.

“Don’t rush me. I would have to have to turn this pleasure into a punishment. Don’t think I don’t owe you any punishments.. because I do” He slowly pressed into her. Feeling as her walls stretched over his length. He sucked in a breath. Hearing her gasps as she gripped the bed.

He only let it go in just half way before he pulled back out completely. Rubbed her clit a few times then pushed back in halfway. Small mewls and whines fell from her lips.

She whimpered a bit when he pulled, gasping again when he rubbed her clit she attempted to grind against his hand before he pushed back in and she whined “Pl-Please~..” she pleaded.

“Well because you asked so nicely~” he snickered. Pushing in all the way. Bottoming out in her. Pressing their hips together. He pause for a few seconds before he began rocking thier hips together

She moaned out loudly she whimpered and rolled her hips slightly, trying to grind against him. She cried out with strings of curses.

“I know my love. I know~” he picked up the pace. Fucking her from the back and they rocked the whole bed. The headboard hitting against the wall. “You feel so good MC.~”

It was all just too good. The way his body felt against hers. Like two perfect symphonies that harmonize with ease.

The sounds of mixed moans and slapping skin filled the room.

Hearing the way she called out his name like a please. “Lucifer~~ oh gods~ lucifer~” like fresh praise rolling off her tongue.

Moving down so his chest was pressed against her back. As he continued to fuck into her from behind. “I promise you there is not god here.” He said against her skin.

Hearing those words alone sent shivers up her spine and tingles down below.

He gripped her hips. Making her ass ricochet with each thrust from behind.

Her legs began to shake as she came around him. Just knowing that it was him and him alone making her feel like this was almost enough to make her cum right then and there. Almost.

An explosion of an orgasm coming from her. Making her legs buckle. She would’ve fell to the floor if half her weight wasn’t leaning against the bed. She held on for dear life. Lucifer couldn’t help but chuckle. He rubbed her back.

As she calmed down she turned to face him. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him. For which he reciprocated. Reaching down to pick her up. His hands on her ass to hold as support. “We’re not done yet~” he said as he pulled back and looked into her eyes.

[g3z0]

Ice cold secret P3

P1 P2 P4

Summary: Sturniolo. Your rival once you take a step on the ice ring. You and Chris are both very good players of opposite teams and schools. But the college, you both look forward on getting a sport scholarship, only takes 1 person pro year. The only thing you want to focus on is hockey. But that isn’t as easy as it first seemed when you met Nick - the triplet brother of your rival.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of ED

-g3z0

„Your coach called me today.“ my dad says as he sits across from me. My mom next to him. I swallow and spear the piece of meat that’s on my plate, with my fork.

I open my mouth to say something but my dad cuts me off. „Y/n, you can’t fuck it up.“ he says. I bite down on my teeth and look up, meeting his gaze.

„no shit.“ I sigh, shaking my head. My dad furrows his eyebrows and clenches his jaw. He’s not used to it that I’m talking back. It surprises me that I even did.

„Im sure you‘ll do great, honey.“ my mom says softly. I break the eye contact with my dad to look at her „thanks..“ I give her a light smile.

„You need to train harder.“ the voice of my dad makes me look back at him. He stares at me and shakes his head „Sturniolo is not to underestimate. His father-" I let out a laugh.

Chris’s father and my dad were on the same team in Highschool. My dad didn’t got the scholarship - Chris’s dad did. The thing about that is that my dad wasn’t nearly as good as Chris’s dad.

And till this day he can’t cope with it. It’s like he’s using me to get his „revenge“ on Chris’s dad.

„Yeah, dad. I get it. Chris’s father was better than you.“ I mumble, shaking my head and looking back down on my plate.

A loud bang makes me look back up, my mom flinches as we both stare at my dad. He stares at me with dark eyes „that’s not a way you should talk to your father.“ he says through gritted teeth.

I scoff and run my tounge over my teeth. I push my chair back and stand up. „Sit back down.“ he snaps at me.

„Im not hungry.“ I sigh, walking around the table and out of the room.

„Sweetheart!“ my mom yells after me. I let out a breathe and walk up the stairs, getting into my room and closing my door shut behind me.

I hear how my mom and dad start to yell at each other and I run my hand through my hair, gripping on it a little.

I take a deep breathe and grab my headphones, pulling them over my ears. I lay down in my bed and open Spotify, starting my playlist. I stare at my ceiling as I listen to the loud music that’s blasting into my ears.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh. God - I hate this.

-

„You‘re nervous.“ Ethan says with his mouth full of food. I sigh and shrug my shoulders, bringing the coffee mug up to my mouth.

We sit at the diner we usually come to. We’re regulars here. After almost every practice or game we‘ll come here.

I take a sip from the coffee and bring the mug down again „Im not.“ I lie. Ethan swallows his food and raises his eyebrows at me. He licks his lips and grabs his milkshake. „You are.“ he says before he takes a sip out of the straw.

He nods and leans back in his seat „you‘re not eating anything.“ he starts, nodding at me and mentioning to the mug in my hands „you‘re drinking coffee.“ he continues. „You hate coffee.“

That’s true. I do hate coffee. But I barely got sleep last night.

I roll my eyes a little „I’m fine.“ I mumble, looking down at the mug in my hands. Sometimes I hate how good Ethan knows me. He can read me like an open book.

„Seriously - you buy almost the whole store empty every time we come here.“ Ethan says, leaning back forward. He rests his elbows on the table in front of us. „And I haven’t seen you eat anything, the last few days.“

I lick my lips and look back up at him. His eyes are filled with worry. „Im eating.“ I mumble. He shakes his head and lets out a sigh, putting the straw back into his mouth.

„I hope you are.“ he breathes. I bite my inner cheek „seriously, Ethan-" - „eat.“ he cuts me off, shoving his plate in front of him towards me.

I look to the side and let out a sigh „im not hungry.“ I mumble. I look back at him. „Eat.“ he repeats but this time with a stern voice.

We stare at each other for a few seconds before I give in. I let out a breathe and pick some fries from the plate, putting them into my mouth.

„Good boy.“ Ethan smirks at me. I show him my middle finger as I continue to eat. He lets out a little laugh as he chews on his straw.

-

My lungs are burning as I try to catch my breathe.

Ethan and the boys tried to convince me to come with them. They failed.

I can’t let myself go. I need to train every day - Every hour free time I manage to get, goes into hockey. Chris probably trains more and harder than me. I have to get better than him. I need to-

I get pulled out of my thoughts as I hear the big door to our arena being pushed open. I look towards the door and freeze in my movements.

Nick also does, stopping in the doorway, staring at me. I frown a little and look down to a pair of ice skates he’s holding in his hand.

I skate to the entrance of the ice rink and pull the helmet off my head. The cold air hits my head wich causes me to shiver a little. I swallow a little, still breathing a little bit heavy. „What are you doing here?“ I ask, frowning at him.

„Uhm..“ he shrugs with his shoulders and walks towards me, stopping a few meters in front of me „sorry, usually there’s no one here anymore at this hour..“ he says.

„Usually?“ I say as I raise my eyebrows. He licks his lips and smiles, looking to the side. „Yeah, my dad knows your coach. He lets me skate here after your practice.“

„I thought sports weren’t your thing?“ I laughed, making him look back at me. „They aren’t.“ he says.

I swallow a little as we lock our eyes, both not looking away. Those fucking eyes.

„I just like to skate from time to time. It’s not a sport.“ he asserts. I hum in response and flick my tounge. „Alright.“ I mumble, skating a little back. „you down for playing catch?“

He lets out a laugh and raises his eyebrows „im not fucking five years old.“ he says. I nod a little „yeah- true.“ I look to the side and shrug with my shoulders „you probably couldn’t catch me anyway.“ I mumble.

„I know what you’re trying to do.“ he says, squinting his eyes at me. I smirk a little and lay my hands up in the air „Im not doing anything.“ I answer.

He stares at me and kicks his shoes off after a few seconds, not breaking eye contact with me. I raise my eyebrows and smile a little „what are you doing?“ I ask while I put my helmet on the ice.

He shakes his head and scoffs „shut up.“ he mumbles, putting his skates on. He pushes the ice rink entrance open and steps on the ice, before closing the door again.

He skates a little towards me, his knees and legs are wobbly. His back is not straight but a little hunched over. He can’t skate.

I let out a laugh and skate towards him, stopping directly next to him. „I thought you can skate?“ I ask, teasing him a little.

„I never said that.“ he mumbles through gritted teeth. His expression is very concentrated. It’s kinda cute.

I skate with him slowly and turn around, skating backwards while I keep my eyes locked on his. „Fucking poser..“ he mutters.

I grin a little „not my fault that you‘re ass in skating.“ I laugh a little. He bites his lip and shakes his head. I roll my eyes playfully before I skate in front of him and stop.

He bumps a little into me „hey!“ he snaps. „Relax.“ I sigh, grabbing his hands. He just blinks at me, confusion written all over his face.

I start to skate backwards again, pulling him with me so he skates with me. „Look at my feet.“

He bites his inner cheek and looks down on the ice, to our skates. „Just try to do what I do.“ I say softly.

He lets out a breathe and nods a little. I look to his hand, wich I’m still holding. His knuckles and fingertips are already red. „No gloves?“ I ask, making him look back at me.

„No, I forgot them.“ he says annoyed. I glare back at him „eyes on my feet.“ i say. He rolls his eyes and looks down at our skates again.

„Come on.“ I encourage him. „It’s not that hard, you‘re doing pretty good.“ I smile at him.

His cheeks are slightly flushed and the tip of his nose is light pink because of the cold arena.

I press my lips together, memorizing his features. I don’t even realize that I’m staring.

„Stop lying..“ he sighs, shaking his head. I let out a little chuckle. „Why don’t Chris or Matt teach you?“

He meets my gaze and shrugs with his shoulders „they‘re too caught up in their training.“ he lets out a breathe „and Chris has no patience.“ he continues.

I nod a little and slowly let go off his hands, skating a little away from him. He presses his lips together and try’s to skate without my help - failing miserably.

He almost falls over and grabs onto my shoulders for support. „Fuck.“ he curses under his breathe. „Sorry-"

„You‘re Good.“ I smile. I feel how his hands shake against my shoulder. „Come on.“ I mumble, patting his shoulder. „It’s late, I’m gonna give you a lift.“

He lets go off me and shakes his head while he looks up at me „no. It’s fine, really.“ he says. I roll my eyes and I glare at him „im gonna give you a lift.“ I repeat.

He lets out a sigh „fine.“ I smile a little and skate back to the entrance, grabbing my helmet off the ice. I look back up as I wait for him to finally reach the entrance.

He’s so fucking Slow. Like a little kid that’s on the ice for their first time. I sigh and skate back to him, grabbing his hand to pull him with me.

He grabs onto my arm „I don’t need you help. I can do this.“ he chants.

And he’s stubborn.

„Alright.“ I say, letting go off his hand and pulling my arm away from him.

He slips at my sudden movement and falls onto the ice. He lets out a groan and blinks up at me. I let out a laugh and look down at him, leaning a little towards him.

„You still got it alone? I tease, holding my hand out to him. He rolls his eyes and grabs my hand „shut up..“ he mumbles under his breathe. I pull him back up and I help him skate to the entrance.

I get off my skates and look at Nick as he also does. I grab my skates and stand up „you good with waiting for like 10 minutes? I’m covered in sweat, wanted to take a shower.“

He looks up at me and nods „yeah, sure. Go ahead.“ he smiles. I smile back and nod, before walking into the locker rooms.

Nick‘s POV

I scroll through TikTok as I wait outside, leaning on his car. I let out a sigh as I chew on my inner cheek, replaying the moments I just experienced 20 minutes ago on the ice, in my head.

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe, feeling how the cold night air hits my lungs. My heart starts to beat faster as I think about him. This is wrong. So wrong.

I can’t get a crush on my brothers rival. Okay, rival is a bit overstated. They don’t hate each other. Chris just doesn’t like him that much.

Not because y/n is a bad person - because they both want the same thing and only one can have it.

And it’s fucking pathetic. This is the second time I ever saw him-

„Sorry it took so long“ y/n‘s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I blink my eyes open and look at him „you’re good.“ I smile.

He smiles back at me and throws his bag into his trunk. His hair is still wet, a few strans sticking to his forehead. He has a black hoodie and some grey sweat pants on. Fuck- Nick. Focus.

He walks around his car and gets into his drivers seat. I get into the passenger seat.

He starts the engine and drives off of the parking lot.

It was a fucking stupid idea to not bring my jacket. It’s so cold, I don’t even know how he manages to not shiver.

„You still cold?“ he asks softly, putting the car heater a little higher. I shake my head a little and look at him „it’s fine, thanks..“ I mumble.

He licks his lips as he stares on the road. He lifts his one hand off the steering wheel and grabs behind my seat, onto the backseat. He pulls a jacket out and lays it on my lap, everything without breaking any eye contact to the road.

I feel how my cheeks start to feel a little warm. „Thanks..“ I whisper, pulling the jacket over myself.

A scent of his cologne fills my nostrils as I put it on and I bite down on my tounge.

This makes it even worse.

The rest of the drive we both stay silent. I guess we both don’t know what to say.

He stops in front of my house and I open the door of the passenger seat, getting out. „Thanks, again.“ I smile at him as I start to take the jacket off. „No- no, it’s fine.“ he makes me stop in my movement. „Just give it to me on Saturday“ he says.

I frown at him „Saturday?“ He nods a little „yeah- the next game? I just thought because you do the photo thing that you-" „oh! Yeah, yeah I’m there.“ I breathe, smiling back at him.

He remembered. Fuck, did I just got butterflies in my stomach? I feel sick.

„okay.“ he chuckles a little „see you Saturday.“ I nod „yeah.“ I mumble, closing the door of his car before walking to my house.

[heeseung-min]

i love your works, tysm for putting so much enough into them <3 ! just asking, but could you write about enha's newest ost, criminal love? again, dont feel pressured to write about this, stay hydrated and have a good day!

hiii sorry for replying this so late but i hope u can enjoy this

[16:15]

Oh, you say "Good night, meet me next life" But where are you now?

Day by day continue with week by week and month by month and now years by years but he still couldn't find you. It's his seventh life now but he still didn't get to meet you after the first life. He is frustrated and it only made him become more greedy of you.

Sunoo was enjoying his day at the park near the river. It was at evening and the temperature is perfect to go out. He was looking at the beautiful scenery in front him when suddenly someone bumped into him.

He was about to curse until he saw your face. He went speechless for seconds while you were panicking for bumping to him at the first place. You were busy apologizing and him was busy staring at you cause he still couldn't believe he finally get to meet you.

"I'm really sorry. It's my fault for looking at my phone while I'm walking."

"Uhh ah yeah it's okay. It happens sometimes so that's okay."

"Alright then, I'll go first. Have a nice day."

He felt weird at the interaction. Why did you spoke so formal with him? Do your memory about your past life got erased? He tried to look for you again but he lost you. He sighed and said to himself that he will find you again.

Sunoo felt dejected after he failed to see you after the other day. He thought since you both met at the park, you probably live nearby and he can look for you but he failed to do so. He was walking in the night around his neighbourhood until he stopped outside of one of the convenience store when he saw you. He smiled at the sight of you preparing your ramen but frowned when there was another man beside you. The interaction between you and the man seems so intimate to be friends. Sunoo clenched his jaw when the man kissed you on the lips. He spent so many years waiting for you but the man easily get to touch and kiss you? Well, it will not happen again.

Criminal love, love Hours like minutes 깨어난 madness (yeah) Ain't no way to stop (ain't no way to stop) Criminal love (criminal love) God, this night taste just like, ooh

"Fuck you for taking y/n from me."

"Fuck you for touching my precious."

"Fuck you for kissing her and hug her with your crusty ass."

"You should not take what is not yours."

Sunoo landed the last kick on the man's face before the man finally died. He was still not satisfied after what he had done to him. He was still furious even though your boyfriend already dead.

"God, I hope you will not reborn again cause if I see you again I will end you before you get to feel anything."

That was the last words he said towards the man before he pushed him off to the hole that he dug to put the man. After done doing it, he cleaned himself and dressed comfortably to go to see you. Now, he will take you and make sure there will be no one else can take you from him.

He spent those seven life not to see you with someone else.

And that's not going to happen anymore.

Got me like 만일 우리 다시 만나게되면 나를 끌어 안아줘 Got my hands cuffed (got my hands cuffed) Criminal love (criminal love) God, this night taste just like, ooh

BAHAHAHAH what do u guys feel after reading this? I'm kinda suck doing these types of drabbles especially when it includes lyrics cus sometimes its hard for me to relate it with the story,,,to the one who requested this im sorry if i disappoint u Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount @huggyuvita @obsessed1with1straykids

[shy4turcs]

part 2 for turcs story for sure!!!

“Movie Night” Alex Turcotte

Caufield!reader X Alex Turcotte

Pt1 Pt2

Summary: After almost getting caught by cole, the three decide on a movie night. After Cole falls asleep half through, Alex finally gets his reward.

Warnings: nothing to bad, hand job, slight degradation?? Slight overstimulation??

(Notes: this is pt 2 to my first Alex fic sorry it took so long I posted the first fic then my life got crazy n I lost motivation but I’m back! And I hope you guys like this)

Tags: @drysdalesv @hvghes

Walking out of your room into the kitchen, saying hello to your brother before hopping up on the counter.

“Where Turcs at”? Cole questioned as he made popcorn, shutting the microwave before turning and looking at you.

Just as your about to respond, Alex walks out completely changed out of what he was wearing earlier. Now, shirtless and wearing only grey sweats.

“What’s the plan for tonight, I was thinking we stay in, Cole”? Alex spoke completely ignoring your presence leaning over you to open the cupboard grabbing a cup. Smirking as he backed way seeing your flustered face as he got water.

“Movie Night? I have the weird urge to watch frozen it’s been awhile” Cole looked between you both. You and Alex just shrugged your shoulders mumbling out yes as you made your way to the couch.

Cole laid down getting comfortable looking for the movie as Alex sat down pulling you into his side with his hand now resting on your hip, throwing a blanket over the two of you as the movie started. Now it wasn’t weird for you to be cuddled up with your brother’s friends as you did grow up with them so Cole didn’t even question it.

Occasionally throughout the movie you would run you hand over his abs or slightly over his bulge feeling him tense up. Ultimately just ignoring you starring at the movie with his jaw clenched.

Half way through you could hear your brother softly snoring on the other side of the couch, slowly peaking a look to make sure he was asleep before slipping your hand into Alex’s sweats shocked to find he had no boxers on.

“Be a good boy and stay quiet for me” you lowly spoke looking at Alex before gripping the base of his cock.

“I’ll be such a good boy, I just need to feel you please” he whimpered out as you teasingly stroked him. Alex sucked in a sharp breath before reaching down and gripping you wrist.

“Aw Baby your so sensitive, so desperate to cum mhm” you whispered grabbing his hand to remove it off of you. “don’t touch unless you don’t wanna cum okay pretty boy”? You spoke, gripping his jaw making him look at you as he slowly nodded his head. Running your thumb over his slit gathering his pre cum before tightly gripping him jerking him slowly.

“F-fuck y/n don’t stop please” he stutters out a breathy whimper gripping the couch cushions beside him as you sped up your pace on his cock.

“what would cole think mhm, his little sister making his best friend whimper at the slightest touch mh?” You whispered as you kiss up the side of his neck. Pulling yourself back looking up to see alex biting his lip to keep quiet, cheeks flushed pink at your comment and eyebrows furrowed together so close to cumming.

“Baby im so close p-please” he whined as you gripped him tighter.

“Do you think you deserve too? Coming out here earlier shirtless trying to tease me like a little slut” you harshly spoke. Reaching your other hand up lightly grasping his throat watching as his mouth dropped open in shock letting out a quiet whimper at the feeling.

“I’m sorry, please please y/n, let me cum. i’ll be the best boy if you let me” he begged looking at you with pleading eyes. Alex began to thrust his hip into your hand trying desperately find release. Pulling him forward connecting you lips into a messy rushed kiss mumbling against his lips “cum” kissing him hard as he moans out against your lips making a mess all over your hand. Pulling away from the kiss still slowly stroking him through his orgasm causing him to whimper.

“Always such a good boy for me” you spoke against his lips before kissing him once more and pulling away, slipping your hand out of his sweats. You looked Alex in the eyes before slipping your cum soaked fingers into your mouth humming at the taste as you clean yourself up.

“Oh the movies over now” you quietly spoke kissing Alex’s lips before getting up to shower winking at him as you left the door slightly open.

(The ending a bit rushed but whatever)

[hanlimz]

JUNGWONSPIDERMANAU

cass. pls dont say that and just. LEAVE. expand. i would like to hear your thoughts 🎤

bc truly spider-man/peter parker was my first love and personally i have had the idea for a jake as spider-man au for quiet a bit now but it has never really taken off but now i NEED to hear all your thoughts.

(also if u have any good spider-man au fic recs pls send them my way thnx 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩)

PLSSS I COULD TALK FOREVER!!!! BUT OKAY—here are some bullet points plus a small blurb/summary/idk? i literally am going to write so much im so SORRY??? (this has convinced me n i will be writing a fic LMAOO)

(+ two vvvv good spiderman fic recs!!)

it’s safe here (with me) by @enhypenandpaper !! | very cute story, well-written, i love when writers can put their own unique spin on scenes that inspire them it’s rly motivating and wonderful (i need to rb this on my fic rec blog asap) (jake x reader)

i’ll save you (again) by @jayflrt !! | amazing stupendous wonderful show-stopping ,, literally one of my Favorite reads on this app .. this author manages to encapsulate both spiderman And jake sosososo well .. they also make it a point to rly flesh out the other friendships mentioned and I Love That (jake x reader)

general hcs (?):

won is the dorkiest spiderman ever .. stutters over his quips, never has anything cool to say to the villains he fights, doesn’t know how to respond to ppl thanking him

one time someone he saved tried to ask for his number and he panicked and said he was banned from both t-mobile and verizon (he’s not btw)?? 

another time he just got done saving a group of ppl n said “no thneeds necessary” ?? bc he was trying to say “no need to thank me” n “no thanks necessary” at the same time

but he’s also the sweetest .. any time someone asks to “repay him” he’s a double it n give it to the next person kinda guy .. he always tells them to stop by the soup kitchen or donate old clothes to thrift stores or just be kind to someone else

also ,, on another note ,, won has the Biggest crush on u and knows u like to help out at the local preschool, so he always tells ppl to buy and donate extra school supplies

sometimes when he’s out patrolling late at night, he’ll see u on ur way home from the library n quietly follow u to make sure u get home safe

tries to talk to u once after seeing a spiderman article open on ur computer and u indulge him for a moment, saying how bad u felt abt the daily bugle’s tabloid pieces .. won’s p sure his heart exploded

but overall, he’s very gentle and kind .. ever the king of duality tho .. he can beat a bitch up when need be, but most of the time—won’s just a high school senior trying to get into MIT and make the person he’s been in love with since the beginning of fall semester feel the same way abt him

ANYWAYS in a high school!au setting i see a lot of ppl like to hc jungwon as class/stuco president, but i think he’s definitely more on the quiet side .. he’s popular, yes, but not too popular if that makes sense. for him, though, this is perfect ... he flies under the radar, and him missing school a couple days in a row every month or so goes virtually unnoticed. HOWEVER, you’ve always had a sneaking suspicion .. it’s not like you and won are Rivals—there would be no merit in picking an unnecessary fight with the boy who volunteers at the soup kitchen on the weekends and feeds the stray cats near the gym and asks the lunch ladies how their days are going—but, there’s something strange going on. you’re sure of it.

jungwon comes into school one day w a busted lip and a black eye. everyone is fawning over him, asking him what happened—did he get mugged, did his face hurt, did he give the other person a run for their money? you don’t bother checking in on him when he takes his seat next to you. you just hand him his calculus test (he did better than you again n it’s infuriating) and clench your jaw, willing yourself to disappear. that familiar, green monster hangs in the shadows behind you, and its breath fans across your neck as it attempts to coax a physical manifestation of jealously from your lips. eventually, you excuse yourself to the nurse’s office and skip the rest of the day.

later that night, you’re trying to study in your room, but you keep getting distracted by the daily bugle’s twitter updates. spiderman is out and about again, and they won’t let the poor guy’s good reputation rest. it’s all “spiderman fights villain and knocks over streetlight onto local man’s car” and “spiderman forgoes saving lady’s churro to destroy half of grand central station”—and, honestly, you feel a bit bad. he’s trying his best. but, as rain patters against your window, the sound threatens to lull you to sleep. exhaustion overtakes your body, your eyes are drooping, and your head keeps falling from your hands. and then BOOM—the loudest noise you’ve ever heard startles you from your fatigue-induced trance. with a look of fear in your eyes, you glance over your shoulder to look at the window and the sight that greets you is enough to freeze every molecule in your body.

the aforementioned hero is clinging to the side of your building, banging his fist on the glass and practically begging to be let in. his movements are frantic and a bit scary. you open the window as quick as you can and let him slide through the small gap you’ve created. there are copious tears in his suit, blood flows from a nasty gash on his shoulder. rushing around on some crude form of auto pilot, you grab a clean shirt from your closet and press it into his wound. you tell him to hold it there and instruct him to sit in your desk chair. he's sopping wet from head to toe, and all you manage to think about is how glad you are that your parents are away for the weekend.

eventually, after only almost vomiting once, the cut is clean and bandaged up. "you're so lucky that i've been trying to get rid of this shirt forever, mr. spiderman," you scoff as he perches on the sill of your window, preparing to swing away into the night. "if i had grabbed one of my favorite outfits, i would've killed you before that wound could have."

a giggle escapes from his lips, and for a moment, you find yourself taken aback. he sounds like a high schooler—young, lively, and everything but the twenty-something year old man you thought he would be. "sorry about that ... i'll have to swing by and drop off some laundry detergent one of these days," he laughs. his voice sounds so familiar, but your mind is still reeling from your recent discovery. the hero offers you a wave and gestures toward his previous seat. "sleep well—and, good luck on that calculus homework."

the next day at school, jungwon is nowhere to be seen. you thank whatever happens to reside in the sky that he can't see the bright red 67 at the top of your most recent calculus test. the next next day, however, jungwon comes in with his arm in a sling. as his seatmate, you're the one that has to help him out for the rest of the week. but, when you're sitting in free period, you happen to take another glance at the bandages around his shoulder as jungwon naps next to you. a sharp column of ice pierces through your lower abdomen; under jungwon's sling, the lowest layer of bandages are covered with dried blood and sweat.

they look eerily familiar. almost like the ones you used to patch spiderman up over the weekend.

but, jungwon couldn't be spiderman. he couldn't be—he's too sweet, too gentle, too kind. peeking over at his backpack, you note that it seems a bit bulkier today; a recognizable purple cap winks at you from the unzipped main pocket. a chill tickles the length of your spine as you register what happened to be resting against his class notebooks.

laundry detergent?

you pause for a moment.

oh.

oh god.

[that-one-gay-aew-enthusiast]

'𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚊𝚗' 𝙰𝚍𝚊𝚖 𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎 - 𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

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Warnings - smut, punishment, use of vibrator, oral {fem recieving}, bondage, brat taming, degradtion overstimualtion, forced oragasm, multiple fem orgasm, vaginal sex, cowgirl, unprotected sex , dumbification, spit play, rough sex , cockwarming

Word count - 1.4k

Genre - Smut

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Husband!Hangman

Summary - Your glasses reveal a little bit too much to your husband

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You and Adam had been for about a month, yet he had only fucked you a few times. You thought it was rather odd for him but didn't mention it to him. However the absense of sex began to build up a little bit too much, so there was no surpirse when one night you decided to push your luck and see what kind of things you could away with round adam.

A few days before adam was due to fly off again, you were both sitting on the couch silently. Adam was watching some old cowboy film, and you were just sitting at the other end of the couch facing him ,meaning he couldn't see what was on the screen of your phone. Not that he paid any attention to what you were currently doing anyway, but he just assumed you were looking at new clothes or scrolling through social media. Little did he know, for the past half an hour you had been reading fanfictions about him. Every dirty detail you read sent a pulse to your heat ,eventually making you clench your thighs slightly. This did not go unoticed by adam, however, and he glanced at your face and was about to ask if you were alright before something stopped him.

Unfortunately for you, right as Adam looked at your face, he caught a glimpse of the title "Hangman Adam Page - Riding the cowboy" in big black letters through the reflection of your glasses. Adam raised his eyebrows before turning his head to look at the tv. You still had not noticed that you'd been caught. "Watcha up to darling?" You looked up from your phone and quite confidently said,"Just chatting to some of the girls." Adam smiled and nodded before snatching the phone from your hand and gripping your neck when you tried to grab it back. "I don't think you are doll, i think you're being a dirty girl and reading something about you already have.

Your eyes widened, and you went silent, you cheeks flushing immediately. Adam smirked and moved his hand from your throat to your jaw. He squeezed your cheeks, making your lips pout. "Doll, i think you need a punishment for this. Maybe something just a little bit worse than your punishment for touching yourself, hmm?" You shook your head, but it was no use, Adam had already made up his mind.

Soon enough, you were being carried over adams shoulder up to the bedroom before he dropped you down onto the bed. He then proceeded to unbutton and open his shirt, and grab some rope from the bedside drawers. As he did, you stripped yourself down to your panties and bra. Adam tied your wrists and ankles to the bedposts, ensuring they weren't too tight, still showing his loving side, even if he was about to give you multiple mind-numbing orgasms.

"So, doll, wanna tell me why you reading that while i was sat right next to you?" You smirked up at him before smuggly stating,"Needed something that actually impressed me, unlike the real thing." Adam simply raised an eyebrow and nodded his head. "Alright then, if you dont think my cock makes you that intrested maybe ill make you cum another way."

Adam then reached over and grabbed a vibrator wand from the bedside drawer and looked you dead in the eye. "And your not gonna stop cumming until im impressed with your pathetic cunt ,am i understood." You smirked and scoffed. "Sure, Adam." You gave a small hiss when he suddenly landed a harsh smack to your thigh before calmly repeating,"Am. I. Understood." You nodded slightly more obdiently. "Yes, Daddy." He smiled slightly at the name before ripping the waist band of your panties and pulling them off.

Adam turned the wand onto the lowest setting before pressing and holding it agaisnt your clit. You made no noise yet, only bit your lip as Adam grinned at the sight of your folds. "Looks like that little fanfiction got you all wet didn't it ,whore." You rolled your eyes "Wetter than you've ever actually gotten me." Adam sighed. "Alright we are still doing that are we? Fine suit yourself." Suddenly the vibrations got much more intense ,making you gasp and writhe. You tried to keep yourself quiet but when adam started moving the wand in quick little circles on your clit ,you lost it. Sweet moans accompanied the faint buzz of the vibrator ,as you arched your back and bucked your hips against the wand head.

You felt your walls clench around nothing, silently pleading for adam's cock. "Please daddy i need your cock-!" Adam chuckled shaking his head. "Not a chance doll, you've not even cum once on the toy, you don't deserve my cock." You felt your first orgasm building quickly making you grip and pull at the rope. "You gonna cum pretty slut?" You rapidly nodded before crying out as you had your first climax of the night.

As you came back down from your heaveanly headspace, you quickly realised that adam had not the vibrator an inch. You whimpered at slight overstimulation, looking up at adam with pleading eyes. His eyes showed no sympathy or remourse for you, however. Instead, Adam's eyes were dark and clouded over with lust and hunger, almost wild. You threw your head back and cried out, feeling a second orgasm building. You soon came for the second time ,this time making your legs jerk and shake.

Once again ,adam didn't move the buzzing toy away from your now swollen clit. You stuttered a plea for him to stop but he just shook his head. "One more darling." You shook your head. "P-please adam i can't take anymore~" Adam pressed the wand against ypur clit with more force, making the vibrations even more intense. You let out a loud cry when he did, writhing and desperately trying to pull your hips away to ease the overstimulation. Adam wasn't gonna have that and held his forearm over your lower stomach to keep you in place. You moaned loudly, grasping the ropes as your third orgasm grew evidently closer. "Cmon baby, gimme one more like the desperate cum slut you are." You finally reached your third high as your eyes rolled back and your mouth just hung open silently. Adam chuckled at your numb minded state before untying your wrists and ankles.

"One more thing i need you to do for me, doll." Whilst panting and shaking ,you raised your head and looked at adam. "I can't adam, please." Adam undressed and stroked his now erect cock as he kenlt on the bed. "Maybe you shouldnt of been a brat then darling." He gripped your hips and hovered you over his lap. "You wanted to read about riding, now you get to actually do it. Get working before i do baby girl." You whimpered and lowered onto his cock slowly. Even after taking him so many times, he still stretched you out so perfectly every single time. You moaned ,adjusting before you strted weakly bouncing on his cock. He tucked his bottom lip under his teeth feeling you pulse round him.

However, Adam quickly decided that you weren't being rough enough and gripped your waist, digging his fingertips into your plump hips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as adam started thrusting up and forcing your hips down quickly. Your head lolled back ,your mind already blank and cockdrunk. Adam chuckled darkly before gripping your chin and making you look at him. "Is my pretty cock slut already dumbfucked hmm? C'mon open, you can still do that cant you gorgeous?" You technically complied when your mouth fell open. Adam held it open and spat into your mouth. "Swallow, pretty girl." You happily complied, swallowing with a sloppy grin spread across your lips. You were almost too fucked out, but not too fucked out forget about your last orgasm, which built up rather quickly again.

You let out incoherent babbles and cries of pleasure as your ultimate orgasm hit you like a tsunami. Adam stopped moving panting and held you still on his throbbing cock, he didn't care if he didn't cum, if he got too desperate, he could rub one out later on. He held you against his chest stroking your hair. "You did really tonight doll." You managed to muster a hum in response, but nothing else, your body was far too tired to even speak. Did that make you regret earlier? Absolutely not, infact now you were considering bratting even more from now on.

[catboylister]

lister bird solo album

IT IS VERY REAL TO ME LETS TALK ABOUT THIS !!! pls be aware im not the best with my music terms, im what you may call a poser or whatever.

during their hiatus when lister is struggling with everything thats happened to him, both in his childhood and with the band. he's given the typical advice from his therapist to write stuff down. at first he thinks it's dumb, but he gets himself a nice leather journal and starts writing anything that comes to mind. long winded rants about things he feels are unfair, talks of shows he's watched, comics he's read, games he's played, and also the odd few pages of lyrics he's written. he starts to really enjoy song writing, and with time he starts to hyper-fixate on his writing and begins composing different melodies along with it.

both rowan and jimmy here him working on it late at night sometimes. rowan is the one who starts telling him he has the skill to turn his work into an album, even if it's just for him and no one else.

drums are still his favourite, always will be, but he sharpens his guitar skills too. its good distraction for him when he needs something to do, as it's something new and not automatic for him. he really has to focus on what he's doing, which takes him away from his own thoughts for a while.

singing is the opposite, he sings when he needs to let himself feel everything in the moment; process it, let himself cry a bit. unlike the arks music, the words are harder to sing along to because it's all written from his own experience. with the lyrics he's written for the band, as much as he's in love with jimmy's voice, hearing the words that are supposed to represent himself from someone else's voice feels wrong, so everything he's written there has been more of a concept. these words are actually his own. it's probably the most accurate representation of his thought process. as he signs, the tone of his voice fluctuates a lot. he goes from softly spoken whispers to harsh words spilling through a clenched jaw.

he produces the entire thing himself. lyrics, voice, guitar, percussion. it's all his own work and he's rightfully proud of himself. and he should be because it sounds beautiful, even with the little imperfections throughout it. he still struggles with everything he's written about, it's not as if it magically fixed him. but it helped him lots, he really feels like he's doing good for himself. in a musical sense, i feel like it would sound like a mix of fires fading into black (holden laurence) and your city gave me asthma (wilbur soot). laurence makes me think of how he'd play, it's quite soft, makes me feel warm. but wilbur makes be think of how his voice might sound, you can really hear the raw emotion in each line. (like that one loosing face demo.) thematically, it would have an overall theme of the loneliness he has felt for years, emotionally isolated from everyone around him. the songs explore different parts of what he's struggled with. unrequited love, uncomfortable conversations, his addiction, pressure put onto him by everyone, his childhood, his assault, the river.

he doesn't publicise it for a long while, not sure if he wants so people to know about this part of him. when he does, he doesn't announce it anywhere, but the fans find it soon enough. a new youtube channel under his name with just one, 27 minuet long video, with a sweet note in the video description, little words of motivation for who ever cared enough to read it. people freak the fuck out, but he just lets them, for a while, it's funny to watch. first the freak out because 'omfg content theres content guys' the 'omg is he leaving the ark what the hell !!!!' but the feedback is overwhelmingly positive. what he doesn't expect though, it people wishing him well and hoping he's okay, as well as people going through similar things saying how comforting it is for someone they look up too let them know their not alone. its the first time he feels a slight connection to the strangers that form his fanbase, in a way, it makes him feel less alone too.

jimmy listens to it himself for the first time, he'd never asked much about it as he knew it was personal. it's the first time he cries over music in a long time. lister sings of things he'd never spoken of to either himself or rowan, while he had a vague idea of some of them, he never knew how much these things really do effect him. after staring at his ceiling for a while to recover, jimmy finds himself in listers room, hugging him tightly. he tells him that hes proud of him, not just for the album, but just for facing everything and still being with them.

[heavenlyhischier]

i am yours - anthony b. II

summary: anthony took it upon himself to manage your suitors.

word count: 1.2k (very short im sorry)

warnings: not period accurate probably, angsty

Anthony’s words lit a fire within you as they rang through your ears. He had never said such a thing to you before, and you were not sure how to react. His relentless and playful teasing before was never so forward. You knew he was sporting that stupid, smug smirk that made an appearance any time he knew his words flustered you. Your eyes were cast to the ground as your heart pounded so hard in your chest you’re sure it was going to break free.

“Shall we dance, Lady Y/N? It should be a shame if such a beautiful song goes to waste,” His deep voice tore you out of your thoughts.

You opened your mouth to respond, but no words escaped. Of all the balls Anthony Bridgerton had attended, he had never once danced with any of the available ladies. He was always over taken by their mama’s, but he had never given in to their incessant attempts to get him to meet their daughters. You were aware that as one of his oldest friends, things would be a little different for you. However, you are not so sure you want the hatred from the other girls just after the first ball.

“Y/N,” He spoke again, gently placing a hand on your back.

“Pardon me, Lord Bridgerton, but I did not take you for a dancer,” You replied, moving your eyes to meet his own as you tried to ignore the way his hand felt, “If I remember correctly, you have turned down every mama who has begged you to dance with their daughters over the years.”

“That is correct, but none of them have been you.”

You nearly choked on your own spit at his words, clutching your chest as you began to cough. Anthony brought his hand up and began rubbing small circles on your back as you attempted to regain your composure.

“My apologies, I do not know where that came from,” You spoke through labored breaths, your head still spinning, “I would love to dance.”

 A smile graced Anthony’s face as he held out his hand for you to take in order to guide you to the middle of the dance floor. You curtsied as he bowed, a small giggle escaping you at just how formal this was for the both of you. You let him pull you close before he leads you in the dance, eyes staying trained on him.

“Your attention is sure to gain me some enemies,” You huffed.

“I can assure you, any enemy of yours will have to come through me first,” He announced with a reassuring smile.

“Hopefully it will gain me suitors as well. You may have to get used to sharing,” You teased, gazing at him through your lashes.

Anthony tensed at your words, his jaw clenching as he was reminded of the very reason you were finally coming out. Ever since he had found out that you were going to participate in this season, his feelings have become clearer to him. He did not want to let you go from his life and the thought of you being with a man made him feel such outrage that it shocked him. Despite the feelings becoming sharper, he was still not ready to admit just what that meant to him.

Truthfully, you had no desire for any suitors to come calling for you, but you knew that you could not wait for someone who refused to believe in love to love you. No matter how deep your feelings were for the eldest Bridgerton, you had to at least try to marry. Your parents made it clear that you did not have to marry someone you did not love as it wasn’t necessary for your family, but your mama was hoping you would find love if you at least tried.

“I suppose we will see about that,” Anthony spoke as the song came to an end.

He stayed by your side for the rest of the night; making a point to turn down any man who made his way to you. At first, you assumed it was because he knew much about the man and knew you would not like him, but it seemed as if he was doing it to everyone. He was scaring away possible suitors and you were not sure why. It was getting on your nerves.

You grew so frustrated that your body began to feel too warm and the ballroom felt as if it was getting smaller. No matter how much you love him, that did not excuse him from acting as an unwanted barrier between you and suitors. Especially if he was not going to be one himself.

As Anthony turned down yet another man, you turned sharply on your heels and made haste to the garden. You pushed open the doors and deeply breathed in the fresh air as you fell onto one of the benches nearest the fountain. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts run crazy as you tried to put together just why Anthony was behaving the way he was.

“Lady Y/N,” The voice of the man who plagued your thoughts sounded throughout the night, “Y/N, what are you doing out here?”

“I am just fetching some air, Lord Bridgerton. I am sorry if I worried you,” You sighed, averting your eyes from him.

“Is everything alright,” He quietly asked as he sat next to you.

You took a deep breath before starting, “Truthfully, Anthony, you are making me quite frustrated. I am here to meet suitors so that I may find a man to marry, but you- You are making that impossible! You have not even let a man speak to me even though you have no say in the matter! I understand that you do not think that finding love is worth it. That marriage is nothing more than business, but I am not the same! I want to find love. I want to be loved.”

Anthony was thrown off at your outburst, his eyes widening and mouth slightly dropping in shock. He understands that he was wrong in denying any man your attention, but he simply did not deem any of them worthy. He’s not sure any man would be worthy of your time, including his own. The pain in your voice when you told him you wanted to find love made his entire body still. He hadn’t realized he was hurting you when he thought he was protecting you.

“Do you have nothing to say,” You tried again, eyes brimming with frustrated tears.

He wanted to say something; anything. He wanted to assure you that he had no ill intentions. He wanted to tell you that his feelings for you have become clearer than ever, but he remained silent. His shoulders fell and he moved his gaze to the ground as your sadness showed itself on your face.

You could not help but let a few tears fall, but you were quick to wipe them away as you spoke, “Please, Anthony, leave me be. Just because you are convinced to live a life without love, does not mean that I have to.”

[mojo-chojo]

Hi there, im the anon who wrote the scar and tango pole dancing thing.

I'll formally introduce myself now:

Hello, im 06 but my friends call me hestia, that is if I have friends.

I see something I like, I write something, so here's another thing for the spicy chicken au.

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Grian strolled, uncertainty in his steps. Either his hearing is playing games on him, or a lion was on the loose close to mumbo's mansion.

Now, the harpy would usually not even bat an eye, but he is quite worried for a certain sorcerer that went out to retrieve his pet for the harpy and vampire to meet.

Scar would be able to protect himself just fine (that was obvious) but still, it's a big predator in a forrest, no matter how skilled scar is with his sorcery, he is still clumsy and oblivious and the sun's already starting to set. Scar is well known for attracting all types of aggressive creatures.

The harpy finally came across mumbo, sitting and reading a book, peacefully may he add.

". Mumbo! ." The vampire flinched and dropped his book, he turns his head to the harpy, glaring at him. Grian didn't pay mind to the annoyed vampire and plopped down in a vacant chair across from mumbo.

". What? ." He says exhausted and annoyed ". Don't you think scar has been gone for far too long? ," Grian asks ". Not- not like im concerned about him or anything! ." He corrected, a faint blush creeping on his face. The vampire lifted an eyebrow to this ". It's just that- it's just it's scar... You know how he is, and besides, he's known for being a jackass and im worried he may have gotten lost or gotten in an accident, I just- i- we can't lose him again... ." Grian muttered the last sentence, but it was clear that mumbo was also worried now.

Mumbo sighs and setting aside his book ". Im Sure he's fine, scar's smart, and he has a lot of acquaintance's, he probably realized he won't make it here before night and stopped by a friend, or hey even better, he stopped by icandy and got carried away drinking ." Mumbo reasoned, trying to calm himself down ". My point is, I believe scar's smart enough to at least wait the night ."

Mumbo was about to say something but the sound of a lions roar made both of the men stand up.

What was worse, mixed in with the roar was a voice the two men know all too well...

". Scar... ." The two didn't waste any time, grian got to the door way faster than mumbo, at that time, grian had already became aggressive, his wings shot up and was in attack mode, his eyes were dark and the feathers on his arms and face started to grow. Mumbo on the other hand, he was angry, angry at the thought of losing scar again, his jaw clenched so hard he could feel his fangs digging into his lips.

They both grabbed a doorknob and practically ripped it open.

The wind blew past them from the force the two flung open the doors.

Both grian and mumbo was seeing red at this point, grian was already transformed and was ready to fight and mumbo was in attack mode, he was slightly transforming to his other form.

At first the only thing they saw was a lion, no, it was way bigger than a lion.

It was almost as big as grian's harpy form. It had claws and teeth sharp enough to rip through any material you'd give it.

It was grey with some white accents and it was on top of scar, attacking him.

The two was more angry than they originally was and was going to rip this thing to shreds.

But what had stopped the fury of the harpy and vampire was scar, instead of screaming, the sorcerer was laughing, hugging and playfully playing with the creature.

". Jellie! BAHAAHHA-! NO- wait don't lick me you silly goose- hahaha!! ." He laughed as the creature licked his face and was playfully biting the sorcerer's head.

". S- scar!!? ." The two rushed to the sorcerer's side, grabbing him and pulling him to the safety of the still angry harpy and vampire.

". Oh! Grian! Mumbo! My, my am I happy to see you!, I had to walk for so long looking for jellie, she likes to hide ." He beamed, seemingly no registering why grian was in his harpy form and why mumbo was starting to change form himself.

". Wh- what do you mean jellie?! Do- do you mean THAT?!? ." Mumbo shouted, Scar simply nodded and smiled ". Yes!, Grian, mumbo, meet jellie! My cat! She and her friends has been healing at a friends house for some time after getting attacked by some jerks ." He grumbled, angry that his "cat" was injured ". Anyways! Why is grian in harpy form? He's usually not unless he's angry, and you! Mumbo, you look like your about to cry!- ." Scar giggled before both grian and mumbo grabbed him and pulled him into an embrace ". - hm? What's this? The two of you don't usually hug me this tight, is there something wrong? ." The two let go and grian slowly turned back to his more humanoid form ". Yes! A lot of things are wrong, first of all, what took you so long?! It's almost night! And second of all, why the hell is your "cat" so big?! Like that thing can seriously hurt you if your not careful?! And third- ." Grian was cut off by jellie's angrily biting scar's coat, pulling him way from the two.

". Hey! Jellie is not a thing or an it! She's a beautiful cat and I love her! ." Scar scolded, petting jellie's head ". Albeit she has cause me a lot of scar's on my hands, but that's not important! ." He turned and started scratching jellie's face, telling her how she's the cutest and other praises.

". And the reason im late was because she and her friends kept trying to play with me on the way here ." Scar said, in between his baby-talk.

The sentence made both grian and mumbo snap their necks up to scar ". Wait- what do you mean friends? ."

Scar turned his head to look at both of them, his emerald green eyes shining bright under the new moon.

He smiled playfully ". Why of course! She's not the only one of her kind, silly gooses ." The harpy and vampire both took a small step back, not realizing how the sorcerer can be so intimidating under moonlight.

The two watch in horror as silhouettes of creatures, just as big if not bigger than jellie start to pop out of the top of the trees.

Mumbo and grian both avert their gaze to scar. Who's still smiling at them, and how jellie's eyes were starting to get an emerald green shine to them.

Slowly, those emerald green shine started to appear everywhere in the shadows of the forrest and on the silhouettes of the creatures.

It was the first time the two felt a sense of terror.

". S- scar, how much of them did you bring? ." Grian asked, holding Mumbo's arm tightly.

". Oh, I've lost count, you know it's finny, I saved their species from being extinct after breaking all of them free and nurturing them. Now they think im their mom and follow my every command, isn't that cool? ." Scar focused on jellie before snapping his glance back to grian and mumbo ". But a lot of people misunderstand them and hunt them down, so it's hard keeping them safe sometimes ." His smile softened.

". You wouldn't mind them staying here won't you, grian? Mumbo? ." He asks, jellie had stand up and was only being held back by scars touch.

". Yep! They definitely can! Right mumbo! ." Grian turned to mumbo, It seemed more like a demand rather than a question to mumbo ". Right, definitely they can stay, just uh- make sure they don't destroy anything ." Mumbo carefully chose his words because if the cats don't get to him first, grian definitely going to.

Scar clapped his hands together and smiled, his intimidating vibe quickly disappearing.

". Well then!, Come on jellies! Let's go in to your new home! ." Scar smiled, walking past the harpy and vampire, guiding at least 20 creatures, not counting the children.

". What just happened? ." Mumbo asked, severely confused and not realizing what he just did.

". I don't know but dang, scar's intimidating side was kinda hot- ."

". Are you two coming in? ." Scar voice made both flinch out of their trance. He was accompanied by jellie, still seemingly untrusting of the two.

". Uh, yeah, yeah, coming ." Scar shrugs and grabs grian and Mumbo's hand and guided both in to the cat infested mansion.

". Did- did I just get tricked to putting eldritch cats in my house? ." Grian shrugged at Mumbo's still confusion.

". Yeah ." Scar laughed ". But you'll warm up to them, I promise! ." Mumbo sighed, but still, he was more than relieved that scar was alive and well and so is grian...

Despite the now many eldritch cats around the mansion...

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I got bored and decided the jellies are an eldritch cat species and scar saved them from extinction and now is their mother.

Sincerely, 06

i haven't thought what kind of familiar should scar have yet but this is hilarious

and very fitting considering the double life jelly pandas

[addis-posts]

Chapter 2 of "bloody chaos"

Title- New friend

Words-1047

She hid behind a tree, hoping the people in the cabin didn't see her. But the handsome dude had saw her, he looked awfully mean.

    "Hey, are you okay?" The boy asked, "I-I'm fine.." she answered. "Do you want to come in? It's really cold out here. Me and my parents won't mind, actually," he said to Ophelia. "Uh-are you sure?" She asked nervously as she thought this was a trap. "Of course! My names Sebastian, by the way. What's yours?" He asked very nicely, not wanting to be rude to her. "I-it's Ophelia. Uhm lead the way.. I guess," she said, not knowing what to do.

    They were a couple minutes away from Sebastian's cabin, but they were both fast walkers (obviously) . When they got there, Sebastian introduced the lost girl to his parents. "Mom, dad, this is ophelia. She seemed lost and it's actually really cold out there." He said to his parents, hoping they would let her stay. "Welcome ophelia!" His mom said, "I'm Roseanne and this is Daniel." Daniel waved to ophelia sweetly. "Hi dear," he said. "You can call me Danny, and you can call her rose," he mentioned in a calm voice. "She seemed lost and looked like she needed help," Sebastian said to his parents.

    "You can stay here as long as you need to sweetheart!" Rose said to Ophelia. "Really? Thank you so much, I was getting tired of being outside. I hate the cold. Also, you can call me lia if you would like." She exclaimed to the family in front of her. Sebastian noticed her red eyes, pale skin. 'Her teeth are perfect' he thought. "Hey mom..dad..can I speak to you for a second?" He asked his parents. "If that's okay with you, lia, we'll be quick-I promise." She nodded, letting the family have their talk.

    "She looks different.. her teeth, eyes, she's really pale. I think she's one of us." Sebastian said to his two parents. "That's okay, seb. As long as she's one of us, we don't have to worry about her blood." Danny said calmly to Sebastian. "Are you sure.. I mean she seems really sweet and I don't want anything happening to the poor girl, dad." The boy said to his father. "We're sure." Rose replied to Sebastian. "Okay. Can we try to keep her from getting hurt? She seems like really depressed." His parents nodded, thinking the same thing he was thinking.

    They all came back to Lia, after their talk. "Hey Lia would you like something to eat? We have chicken, pizza, and more we can show you. I can get you a drink if you would like, too." Danny said to Lia. "Oh uhm I'm not hungry, thank you tho." Lia replied quietly. A few minutes later, they were making small talk, asking Lia about herself, her past. Poor Lia didn't like being vampire, she didn't deserve it. "So Lia, how did you change?" Rose asked nicely to Ophelia. "Well, I was kidnapped when I was 4, got bit in my sleep. Rozalyn, one of the vampires tricked me into thinking they were my sisters. I uh got into an argument with her because I didn't have any clean clothes to wear, so I had to wear renesme's outfits, she's rozalyns roomate. She got mad at me and told me that they weren't really my sisters. After that I ran away. I've been lost in the woods for 21 years. I liked it, but I got scared at night, thinking somebody would find me." Lias eyes were getting teary eyed as she explained to them about how she had changed.

    Sebastian's jaw clenched tightly after hearing the words rozalyn and Renesme' come out of her mouth. He absolutely despised those two girls. It all happened when he lived with rozalyn, they started dating, but he found out he was getting cheated on, and he was used for sex. He hasn't seen her in years, and he doesn't want to see her now.

    Lias story made roses heart drop, making her almost cry. "Oh my god Lia. Im so sorry that happened to you." She said while her voice was breaking. "That's horrible to do to such a sweet girl like you." Danny also said, sounding mad but feeling bad for her.

    Sebastian didn't say anything, he looked so mad Ophelia could've sworn she saw smoke coming out of his eyes. Yeah, he felt bad for her, but the fact she didn't even get to grow up with her actually parents. They're probably dead at the moment. Sebastian calmed himself down by asking Lia a question. "Would you like me to show you around? I know it's not much but do you want me too?" She nodded, she felt she was going to cry if she talked.

    "You can sleep right here, I'll get you a blanket and pillow," he showed to lia. It was a little room, it seemed cozy. It had a couple shelves of books, and crafting materials. When Sebastian came back, he set the blanket and pillow on the bed for her to sleep on.

                                 xxx

It was getting dark out, everyone was getting tired and got ready for bed. "Hey Lia, do you want a change of clothes?" Rose asked softly to Ophelia. "Uhm are you sure? I can sleep in this outfit if you'd rather me wearing this, I-I don't wanna cause any problems." She said quickly, "hey, it's okay, you can wear this. I promise. You're safe here, we won't let anything bad happen to you again." Rose smiled at her. "Can I hug you?" Lia asked, she needed a nice warm hug after everything she's been through. "Of course, come here," rose said, hugging her softly. "Thank you for everything, really. I appreciate it a lot." Lia thanked rose. "No need. Get comfy and get some rest-you look like you need it." Rose replied, "okay, good night." Lia said sweetly but quietly.

     She got changed, and went to sleep. It was very much needed. She was very tired and needed a place to stay. She didn't like being stranded in the woods anymore.

This ones kind of shorts whoops

[lunaticsandidiots]

You’ve out done yourself with “Yes Sir” and now you’ve got me thinking about being domed by both because Adrian is a switchy little bastard and sometimes would just be like “Rick I want to fucking destroy her, tag team?” And OOF would you be in for a hard night (wink wink hard) -🦋

(🦋 my love, i feel like i always just keep ur asks hiding away in my inbox, but i promise i see em all, you just always send me such magnificent, vivid ideas that i can’t bring myself to post without at least adding a few HCs. this prompt is no exception - being double dommed by flag and adrian? im drooling. ily butterfly, you’ve done it again <3)

dom!flag x sub!reader x dom!adrian…

(afab gn! reader <3)

so flag is a very perceptive man. it’s one of the many talents he possessed that got him hired by waller in the first place.

and adrian is a very obvious man. if there’s anything on his mind, or he’s feeling a certain way, it’s always written all over his face (if he hasn't already outright addressed it).

meaning it's extremely easy for flag to sense when adrian's feeling some type of way.

flag is always quick to notice it, he can tell that adrian's thinking certain thoughts simply by looking over to admire him and picking up on his clenched jaw and flared nostrils right away.

flag knows that adrian's a total sucker for his low, sultry drawl, so all flag has to do is lean in, press his lips up to adrian's ear and whisper,

"hows about we go over there an' ruin 'em, cowboy?"

the both of them would be on you in an instant.

maybe flag would be sat upright on the bed with you situated in between his legs, your back leaning against his rock-hard chest.

and adrian would pounce on top of you, prowling towards you like a predator stalking it's prey with an evil, hungry grin on his face.

they'd take their time teasing you, under flag's suggestion, one of flag's large hands wrapped around your throat as the other pinched and tweaked at your nipples, chuckling every time you jolted and whined.

meanwhile, adrian would slowly (as slowly as he could manage) feel you up, kissing you from your neck, all the way down to your thighs, leaving a slimy trail of bite marks to stake his claim.

adrian would just about swallow you whole once he made it to your pussy, unable to help himself from diving right in and lapping away the second he tasted your arousal.

you'd writhe and squirm in pleasure, though you'd never move far as flag kept a tight grip on your throat, the other hand never ceasing it's torture on your upper half.

"you like that darlin’? does that feel good?”

if you were still able to speak by then, maybe they’d reward you for your verbal confirmation by continuing for a while longer.

though if all you could muster was a nod, or a wordless ‘uh-huh!’, they might not be so generous.

if either of them were feeling particularly cruel, you’d often find yourself at their mercy as they either edged you for hours, or pushed you over the edge as many times as they thought you could handle.

either way though, the moment you’d start to truly sob and beg for them to fuck you was the second that any of their remaining clothes would be discarded and they’d start figuring out who went where.

they (flag) would make sure they both got an equal share of you.

when it was adrian’s turn to fuck you, it would be at an animalistic pace. you’d probably end up struggling to keep your mouth around flag with the brutality going on behind you, drooling over rick’s cock in your hand as adrian plowed into you.

“yeah, you fucking love this, don’t you baby? oh fuck-!”

when it was flag’s turn, things would unfold at a slower, but still just as intense pace. flag would take his time rolling his hips into you, waiting until he heard you mewl and felt your walls flutter around his cock before pulling out and starting the whole thing over again.

there was one occasion where all three of you were feeling particularly debaucherous that day. 

adrian and flag had both taken turns teasing and fucking you, swapping spit in between rotations.

and once all three of you had felt your orgasms drawing near, the two of them knelt over you - adrian between your legs, flag by your side, and jerked off to completion on top of you, covering you with their seed as you pushed yourself over the edge with your own fingers.

[mackenzielovee]

jealous - rafe cameron

a/n: hi! im kinda a mess right now and this story is a little all over the place so im sorry if you hate it lol but i really wanted to write something based on what i think Rafe would really be like as a bf so here it is! (not my pic)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you to a party.

Warnings: swearing, drug use (cocaine), alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2k

my writing

You can hear the music coming from the house before you see it. It's Friday night on Figure Eight, and you already know what that means. Accompanying your boyfriend to yet another party. You and Rafe have been together for almost a year, and some days, you really think you could rip his head off.

You hadn't even wanted to come tonight. When you voiced that to Rafe, however, he told you with a shrug of his shoulders that he'd just find someone else to dance with. Of course, it started a fight, and now, you're sitting in the back of Topper's Jeep beside Rafe, watching as he stares at his phone.

He isn't talking to you or looking at you, but apparently it's enough for him that he just knows exactly where you are and what you're doing. It's not enough for you, though. You reach over and grab his hand from his phone, looping yours through it. Rafe hesitates at first, wanting his hand back so he can continue what he had been doing. When he sees your expression, his eyes soften just a bit and he relaxes into his seat and your touch.

Topper parks the car and tells all of you to hop out, which you do with the help of Rafe. You appreciate that he doesn't let go of your hand, even though you know it's only because you all are approaching the party and he wants every single person to know that you are with him.

Rafe leans over and kisses your temple quickly, then brings his lips down to your ear.

"Stay close, yeah?" he whispers, his hand gripping yours even tighter.

You know the drill by now. Of course you're going to stay close, because Rafe never lets you get more than five feet away from him at these things. You envy the way Topper treats Sarah sometimes, even though you really think Topper's a tool and would never date him.

Once you all enter the house, Rafe moves his hand from yours to around your waist, leading you through the party and glaring at any guy that even looks over at you. You all make your way into the living room area and find seats on the couch, Rafe immediately pulling you down dangerously close to him.

"Yo, who got this shit?" Rafe points to the cocaine on the table in front of him, the rolled up dollar bill tempting him.

"Bought it from Barry this morning, bro," Kelce speaks up, grinning. Kelce is always trying to please Rafe.

"Always reading my mind, brother," Rafe smirks, and leads forward to take a line without hesitation.

When he comes back up from his line, he grins and daps up Kelce, telling him it's good shit. Then, without you even moving, he leans over and kisses you roughly. His tongue enters your mouth quickly, which you accept and grab onto his neck. He moans into your mouth and then pulls away, immediately going back to the coke.

You sigh and sit back, pulling your phone out. You know Rafe will be high as a kite when you two leave tonight, which only makes you hopeful that he won't turn into an absolute asshole once that stuff kicks in.

He turns back to you with a devious smirk on his face, and before you can even ask what he's doing, he's collecting a line up on your thigh.

"I don't want that shit on me, Rafe," you grumble, but you know better than to move. He might just kill you if you spilled that shit all over the couch and the floor.

"Relax, baby," he tells you, not looking up at you. He's too focused on perfecting his line.

His friends all watch as he snorts a line up your thigh, all of them silently wishing they could do the same. You try not to roll your eyes at him and end up catching the eye of some guy standing in the corner of the room. He's watching you both, curious why you're hanging out with a guy like that. You just shrug and roll your eyes only halfway, telling the guy you're over it.

You're not sure why you do it, you suppose it's the concerned look in his eye as he watches. Nobody ever looks at you like that anymore.

When Rafe glances back up to you and sees you looking at another guy, he instinctively wraps his arm around your waist.

"I don't like the way he's looking at you," Rafe tells you, "Come sit in my lap."

His voice is raspy and his jaw is clenched as he pulls you into his lap, kissing on your cheeks and your neck as he stares at the guy. After only a minute or so, the guy is intimidated enough that he ends up walking out of the living room completely.

"Did you know him?" Rafe asks you, his eyes trailing the boy out of the room.

"No, baby," you sigh.

He catches the frustration in your voice and looks up into your eyes, reaching up and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. This is the Rafe you love; the intimate, soft one. The one who isn't afraid to show you how he loves you.

"Are you having fun, princess?" he questions, his voice softer than it had been before.

You're not, but you know Rafe is enjoying himself and wants to stay and hang out. So, you take a deep breath and nod your head, giving him a convincing smile. Rafe smiles back and strokes his fingers against your cheek, then brings his hand down to your neck to pull you closer to him. He uses his nose to move your hair away from your ear so he can talk into it.

"I can't wait to get inside of you later, sweetheart," he whispers, feeling you instantly start to squirm against his lap.

His dirty talk always gets to you. The way his voice gets all raspy and needy just does things to your body that no other guy ever could.

"Is that right?" you tease him, bringing your lips dangerously close to him.

"Mhm," he hums against your lips, then closes the gap between the two of you.

He loves when you play with his hair, so you do. You can feel him getting excited underneath you, so you continue. One of his hands wraps around your throat and the other goes down to your ass, making you moan.

"Yo, Rafe, get a fucking room, man," Topper groans.

Rafe smirks against your lips and pulls away, gently setting you down beside him again. You try not to be mad that Topper interrupted the first ounce of attention your boyfriend has shown you tonight. Rafe leans forward to cut another line, so you stand and look around for a bathroom. When he doesn't notice you get up, you decide to just run really quick to one and then come back.

You walk from the living room into a kitchen, then see a little hallway that looks like it probably contains a bathroom. Once you get down the dimly lit hallway, you feel a hand on your arm, roughly yanking you around.

"What the fuck are you doing going off on your own?" Rafe snaps at you, his grip on your arm tightening. You can feel his nails digging into your flesh, making you wince.

"Rafe, you're hurting me," you tell him softly, gently trying to move your arm out of his grasp.

"You need to tell me when you have to go to the bathroom," he says harshly, then releases our arm.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, looking down at the floor. He brings his hand up and grabs your cheek, pulling your head up to look at him.

"C'mon," he tells you, "I'll take you."

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway and stopping at a random door. There's one guy waiting outside of it, who Rafe pats on the back once the two of you approach.

"Find another one," Rafe tells him.

The guy turns around and looks at Rafe like he's crazy, his eyes glancing over to you for a second. Protectively, Rafe's grip tightens around your hand.

"Dude, I've been waiting for a while. The line was long when I got here," the guy tells him, watching Rafe sarcastically smile.

"Interesting story, bro. Move along. Now," Rafe's voice is harsh.

The guy rolls his eyes and pushes past the two of you, deciding he doesn't have to go bad enough to put up with Rafe being an asshole. Rafe moves in front of the door, pulling you with him, and bangs on the door.

"Time's up," he yells, continuing to pound on the door.

The door opens up a second later, the guy Rafe had removed from the living room with his eyes earlier stepping out. Of course, you think.

"Ah, if it isn't the guy who likes to stare at my girl," Rafe grins devilishly.

"Rafe-" you start, wanting to tell him to let it go.

"Go inside, baby. I'll be right here when you're done."

He drags his hand toward the door, which in turn drags you toward the door. He lets go as soon as you're in the bathroom, then leans in and shuts the door for you. You can hear Rafe sizing up that poor guy outside, but you choose not to listen. You use the bathroom and then wash your hands quickly, trying your best to hurry so you can save that guy.

When you pull the door open again, Rafe is leaning against the doorframe with his phone in his hand. He looks up at you when you come out and doesn't speak, he just wraps his arm around your waist and leads you away, still looking at his phone.

When you get into the kitchen, Rafe suddenly pushes you up against the wall with no warning. He leans forward and grabs onto your cheeks, bringing his mouth up to yours roughly and kissing you. He quickly picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pinned up against the wall. You kiss him back, loving the way his hands feel all over your body. If you're honest, you're growing impatient for the night to end. You really just want Rafe to take you home and fuck you.

Rafe pulls away after a few minutes, gently setting you back down on the floor and taking his hand in yours again.

"You're mine, don't you forget it," he tells you, his voice demanding. You nod and reach up to wipe your lip, which seems to be covered in Rafe's saliva.

You watch Rafe's gaze as it lingers around the guy from the bathroom, who had just seen Rafe's explosive display of affection. You sigh, knowing that entire thing was just a way of Rafe to mark his territory.

"We're gonna go get Topper's keys," Rafe tells you, "I can't wait any longer. I need you, right now."

You give Rafe a real smile this time and nod your head, following him as he leads you through the crowd. After promising Topper you two wouldn't fuck in his Jeep, he hands Rafe his keys so you two can leave. Rafe tightens his grip around your hand as he pulls you back to the kitchen. He purposely walks past that guy again, muttering something in his ear as you two pass that you can't hear. When you look back, the guy looks disgusted.

When you two get back to Topper's Jeep, you're surprised when Rafe opens up the back door for you to get in.

"Why am I getting in the back?" you ask him.

He smirks, "We're getting in the back."

You look at the devious look on his face and figure out what he's up to, so you raise your eyebrow at him.

"You promised Topper we wouldn't fuck in his Jeep," you remind him.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "Yeah, and last month Topper promised me he wouldn't bend my nine iron when he beat up that Pogue on the golf course with my club. Trust me, baby. He owes me."

You sigh but do as you're told, watching Rafe's smirk only grow when you climb inside. No matter what that boy puts you through at these parties, the sex always makes up for it.