#but i cant resist the contrast

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

overthinking it

[onlyswan]

i’m back to give you my iw!couple brain rot 🤲, please handle with care.

but !! imagine jungkook and oc doing that “see how long we can go without kissing” challenge !! how would fold first? they’re both so competitive but smitten it makes me conflicted. 😣😣

knowing them, jungkook would be twitching his eye just from the thought of being deprived kissies so would oc give in first to let him win? or would jungkook just take what’s his?? 🤔

imagine oc being a blushing mess from staring at jungkook’s face for too long 😵‍💫 THEYRE SO CUTE I CANT THINK STRAIGHT😭🫶

summary: in which jungkook is twenty-six years old and yet… you still give him butterflies.

idol!jk x reader, established relationship / word count: 0.7k

content/warnings: sexual tension, making out, it’s honestly just them fighting over who gets to be on top

> in which masterlist!

note: hehe hi anonie… sorry… i kindaaa got carried away… i had to write out the thing or else i would’ve gone insane just talking about it <3 (written with love and care) <3

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“i don’t understand this challenge.”

“me neither,”

jungkook remains in a hypnotic-like trance, doe eyes trained to your lips stained with a lighter shade of mixed red and brown.

“we’re this close and we can’t kiss…? this is absurd.”

“do they actually do this in bed? with someone on top?” you chuckle as you coyly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “i don’t think so?”

“i don’t know. i just wanted you to be comfortable.” he teasingly brushes his nose against yours, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended. “since, you know, we’ll be here a while.”

“oh wow. bringing me to bed, really? you’re that confident?”

he cockily raises an eyebrow. “hm, we both know you won’t be able to resist me here. you’re all over me all the time.”

you try not to roll your eyes in annoyance. and you also both know that you’re just as competitive, if not more.

“oh my god, you,” you mumble. the calm of your voice contrasts the aggressive push of your hand against your boyfriend’s naked chest. “and your stupid arrogance and your stupid need to flaunt your stupid hot body.”

in the blink of an eye, jungkook finds you stradding him, and himself, trapped underneath your body. he blinks in disbelief, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“this is dirty.”

you remove his glasses, moving it aside without care. “that’s just your mind.”

okay, perhaps bringing you to bed was a bad idea.

you lean down, slowly, close and then closer— it’s quite ridiculous that he’s nervous as if he doesn’t know what is bound to happen next: he’s thoroughly convinced that you’re going to kiss him.

once he feels your lips ghost over his, mere millimeters away, his eyelids flutter shut.

terrible idea. terrible.

the kiss, much to his disappointment, never happens.

he opens his eyes and your face is suddenly tucked in the space between his neck and shoulders, giggling and shaking and positively amused.

he turns away and squeezes his eyes shut. a painful admit of defeat against your infinite allure. “ah, i’m fucked.”

“we’ll get there later,” you lift your head, tilting his chin to face you.

you smile and scoot closer. so close that your bottom lips grazes his. he fails to remember the last time the two of you touched as chastely, as softly, but it felt like accidentally touching a live wire. he gets a funny feeling in his stomach. butterflies…? he’s twenty-six years old. he must be losing his mind.

“after you lose.”

“that’s not happening, baby.”

“yes, it will.”

“i won’t give up so easily.”

you give him an innocent look. “but i really think you will.”

you stare at each other for a little while, anticipating the other’s next move.

“fuck- yeah, okay-” he grits his teeth, taking advantage of his strength to finally flip back your positions. you’ve had your fun. “you’re right.”

“babe! ru-”

your surprised gasp is cut off by jungkook’s lips crashing on yours— curved into a smirk, you can feel it. your whines are muffled and swallowed by him, wrists caught in his hands and over your head because you were hitting his shoulder and he just wanted to kiss his baby properly.

“you lost,” you remark quietly when he draws back, only inches away, to scatter kisses along your face and down to your neck.

it tickles, you squirm in pleasure when he reaches near your collarbone, but your hands are still tied.

you were supposed to have him underneath you as a hot and flustered mess, not the other way around. damn it.

“really?” he feigns interest, lips finding their way back to yours. “doesn’t feel like it.”

[mins-fins]

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&&. unfortunately you aren't as slick as you thought you were.

pairing: lee jeno x gn!reader

genre: fluffity fluff fluff fluff

warnings: sexual jokes, thats it 😚

word count: 1.2k

notes: jj spread the jeno bias disease i literally cant believe this 😭😭 hes so……….im abt to draft another long jeno fic + an smau + another stupid drabble and all of that fun stuff!! dont get it twisted jisung is still my ult though 😒 no ones ever replacing him, anyway this came from a prompt someone sent me, smth about "kissing someone on a ferris wheel" which i just LOVEEEED hello??? okay ik none of you care abt my words, love jeno, love nct dream, pray i get park jisung pcs 😇 good night now <33

you are going to murder na jaemin.

the moment you get off this ferris wheel your throwing up your guts all over his shirt, or punching him in his face, or strangling him to death, whatever. the moment you step off this ride you're making sure he doesn't open his eyes to see the rest of his fellow human beings ever again.

maybe if you were less awkward you'd actually be thanking him, but you take one side glance at the boy beside you and want to smash your head against the glass.

jeno doesn't notice your side glance (and thank goodness he doesn't because you probably would've died if he took so much as a glance at you), he's much too busy glancing at the view from the height your at. you assume that jeno likes ferris wheels, he probably likes them more than you do.

"are you alright?"

you mentally prepare yourself for the voice crack you know might escape your lips. just talk to him like a normal human being, y/n, yeah you're into him and shit but that doesn't mean you can be a weirdo.

"yeah" you finally respond, thank goodness the voice cracks don't come out. "just feeling a little nauseous".

jeno raises an eyebrow. "scared of heights?"

you only manage a curt nod, a nod that makes jeno scoot closer to you, his lips stretching into a smile. "it's alright, i'll protect you".

fuck you lee jeno, fuck you, fuck you, fuck yo—

your somehow able to chuckle, amused by his words. "it's not like i'm dying or anything".

jeno frowns. "so you don't want my protection?"

you pretend to think about it, pressing your lips together as your eyebrows furrow, avoiding eye contact with jeno at all costs. if you look at him, your going to fall and never get up. "i wouldn't be entirely against it".

jeno's shoulder nudges yours, nothing but a small touch that drives you crazy. you wonder if the mini breakdown your having is noticeable, if maybe, he's doing it on purpose, making your heart race to get a kick out of it.

but when you think about it further, it makes you giggle, because this is lee jeno, you could get down on one knee and propose to him yet he'd still be confused by how you feel for him.

if lee jeno knew how you felt for him really, you probably wouldn't have resisted the urge to make out with him on this fucking ride or already.

that was a strange thought, a stupid one even, but it's one manifested from your deepest desires.

when you think about it, though, you wouldn't exactly mind it.

"that's good" jeno snickers at you, eyes examining your face as if it's an interesting exhibit at an art museum. "you need me".

you feign a sigh of irritation. "of course, what would i do without you?"

"you'd die, clearly" jeno replies, tilting his head and reaching over to lace your fingers with his. the cold rings on his fingers feel like glass shards against your fingers, but his soft hands contrast his stabbing rings. "isn't this sort of romantic?"

you choke on your spit.

"romantic? roma— hah! what are you talking about? what is romantic about this?"

soooo natural, y/n.

jeno simply shrugs, suddenly very interested in the view of the carnival from the ferris wheel. "were on a ferris wheel together, stars before us, just the two of us, this would be like.. the perfect date".

you blink, the words making you pause and your head spin. is he serious? is he really serious?

"is this your way of asking me out?"

you manage to ask that without sounding like a pathetic idiot who wanted to hear those exact words, and your response gets the same reaction out of jeno, flushed cheeks with an awkward chuckle accompanying the sight. you would've thought you were a genius if you weren't as flustered as he was.

jeno is speechless, and he fumbles through his speech like someone's holding him at gunpoint or something. "i— no! no! ..maybe? kinda?"

you pause, all your former confidence suddenly withering away, the blood rushing to your cheeks in full force. you laugh, taking his words as a joke, but jeno keeps silent, and so do you.

"are you serious?"

jeno can't speak, so he just nods wordlessly.

you blink, glancing from side to side, this ferris wheel won't be on the ground soon, but at least this makes it a little more bearable. "did you just confess your feelings for me like that?"

"well to be fair—"

"i was supposed to do it first!" you yell in another fit of feigned irritation, your cheeks a color reminiscent of jeno's cherry red shirt. "that's not fair! you beat me to it!"

"well how was i supposed to know you liked me back?"

you scoff, and jeno goes silent again, embarrassed by the question he just asked.

"you're such an idiot lee jeno.."

"can i kiss you?"

the question is a blurt of pure desperation, pure honesty from the deepest corners of jeno's mind, an inquiry he's been dying to ask you ever since he found himself interested in staring at your lips.

you hope you don't faint from the scorching heat radiating off your face.

"it's romantic" he laughs, his best excuse for that random inquiry. "i've always wanted to kiss someone in a ferris wheel, unless you don't want to then—"

you (in the most cliche turn of events) cut jeno off with a kiss. though you'd love to keep your fingers intertwined, you let go of his hand to find purchase on his shoulder, then tug him closer to you with a light jerk. a small squeak emits from him, but he quickly relaxes into the kiss, giggling at your enthusiasm.

though he giggles, he isn't much better off. it's nothing but a small press of the lips, it's not intense or anything, but jeno feels his heart soar. hie face heats to overwhelming heights, and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing you against him, as if the idea of not feeling every part of you would be maddening.

you both are just as desperate as each other, there's no push, just pull. it's a playful competition, your waiting for the other to pull away, stop the kiss because they need breath, it's stubborn in an idiotic way.

but jeno loses your little battle, because he pulls away for air, as red as the sunset in the early morning.

and though you laugh at the sight, you aren't much better off yourself (if the heat continuing to permeate from your face is enough).

"was that romantic enough for you?"

even with how breathless he is, jeno still manages a stupid question.

he squeals when you land a slap on his shoulder.

and while you thought you two were slick about it, considering you were like five feet in the air with nobody to see you, your equally red faces and intertwined hands were enough to get feigned vomits from your friends.

jaemin snickers as he looks between you two, and you glare as you see him open his mouth.

"so what happened up there?"

"clearly they got it on".

upon hearing the words, you let go of jeno's hand to yell and chase after lee donghyuck, who squeals and sprints away, shouting for renjun to help him.

jaemin just sends jeno a knowing look, a look that the older pretends he isn't bothered by.

for once, one of his ploys finally worked.

[matoitech]

tumblr annihilated the quality of this so i added a text free image of him so ppl could actually see him! the quality will probably hold up better on my FA lol. i wanted to use a text tool in paint or sai to write all that out but they were either crunchy or just straight up not working for me today

anyway i have had levels boyfriend-adjacent guy in my head for months (almost a year honestly i think) but i only had a fuzzy idea for his design itself in my head and the many attempts i made to just find smth by doodling weren't promising. so while i still think this is a little complex for him (probably kinda overdesigned especially cuz im still so pleased with levels design and her color blocking and she has a great 'looks more complicated than she actually is to draw' design to me) and ill likely mess w it a bit in the future, im happy with where i ended up this time! i have a lot less experience drawing robots than i do just normal furries so figuring out pleasing shapes, lines, and plating for more inorganic stuff isnt rly second nature to me, but i'll get there, and im happy with him for now :-)

one thing i was trying to translate w his design that i couldnt fit on the ref was that since he's level's mechanic and he also does as much of his own servicing as he can, i wanted some of their plating and (minimal) greebling to be similar. zag has some plating styles he likes i think.. i did want their colors to contrast but still look good together :) i had to fight everything in me to not make him just teal. i love you teal. level had enough teal in her design lol. zag got a greener teal for highlights than level's 'beachier' color scheme bcuz i cant resist at least a LITTLE bit

[verosikastrikerstellaexcuser]

helluva boss really wants to whoobify stolas but like he was introduced as a rich guys with a race fetish. i cant look back on that

'you think so lowly of me' my ass. dude that is stuff ppl have said to me to manipulate me

Yeah this is it. People can go on and on justifying Shitlas and they can retcon the scenario all they like they can say oh but Blitz stole the book, oh but childhood friends!!!11 which ironically made it worse because it means Blitz was purchased for a day to be entertainment for Shitlas despite very much not wanting to be. That literally means even as children their relationship was founded on... a transaction for Shitlas' benefit. They can say but Shitlas is sad and lonely, but Shitlas is repressed, but but but.

It doesn't matter. Imps in hell produce all the food, sustaining the rest of hells population including those upper classes very beings, and yet they are treated like shit. They're disadvantaged in doing stuff like starting their own businesses and are seen as just "the workers that do icky stuff I don't wanna do" by people like Shitlas.

Shitlas went ahead and fetishized that. He specifically fetishizes that they're physically smaller which is incredibly demeaning - and hes still at it well into season 2, saying shit like "get fucked little one" about the lawyer imp in Oops (S2 E6).

Idgaf if Blitz tried to steal his book. Blitz can't easily start a business of his own because hes an imp in the first place. Shitlas chose to use Blitz's difficulty to get sex out of him all while disrespecting him and fetishizing his race and the fact that hes a smaller being. Blitz was clearly uncomfortable at that fact and wished he would stop doing it, especially outside of their agreed upon times on the full moon. But no matter what he said or how he resisted, Shitlas all throughout season 1 kept saying and doing weird fetishizing shit outside of their agreed upon times and Blitz could do nothing to get him to stop all the fetishy comments and everything. How are we supposed to ignore and let all of that go and see them as just "both being equally in the wrong"? It doesn't make sense.

No wonder Blitz had was so angry and let him have it in the latest episode. He was exactly right, Shitlas does think he can treat Blitz any way he wants because hes smaller and less important, because Shitlas has been using him as a fetish toy. This isn't some minor fuck up on Shitlas' part. This is a long sustained pattern of behavior that has not properly been addressed or apologized for. This is having a fetish for an impoverished and oppressed race of people and then hurting someone to fulfill of your fetish and gratify yourself.

Contrast this with the latest episode and how Blitz treats Moxxie. Moxxie has expressed he feels harshly treated by Blitz and seems to have a desire for more positive feedback about what hes doing right to be expressed. The show hasn't been great at how its addressed this but in this episode Blitz compliments Moxxie's shooting as they get back to their headquarters. Blitz took in Moxxie's words and has changed his behavior accordingly. He's so much better than Shitlas in every way and I'll die on that hill. He does fucked up shit but not to the level of Shitlas and is far more capable of change and growth. Shitlas just self victimizes, cries at others criticizing him, and dances around the things he's done wrong. Yet the fandom is in a hate spiral against Blitz for being mad at having his species/race and class constantly fetishized. Boooooo!

[poppy-metal]

thinking about riding jordan. nn nd how different it would be in their fem vs their masc form :( cant get them out of my head

masc!jordan is so desperate i think. hands gripping your thighs, rings digging into your skin, mouth dropped open as ur bouncing up n down on their cock. groaning with every shift of your hips, all "shit, that perfect fucking pussy. takin' me so good.", head dropping back. let you do what feels good for you, encourage you even--hands moving up to your hips to help your frantic little movements, rubbing across your stomach, your pretty tits. slipping down to play w your clit, big brown eyes lookin up at you--groaning out "god- fuck. need you to cum on this dick, baby, c'mon- give it to me-" and the way u clench around them, gushing all over their cock has their eyes rolling back. hips grinding up into yours. "fuck, gnna let me cum in you? let me fill up this little cunt?" and how could you say no :(

fem!jordan... well. you're not the one calling the shots, that's for sure.

think their hands would be on your ass, rocking you against their strap--scoffing at the way you whine, eyes rolling back n grinbding down onto them. n they're groaning, the friction against their clit leaving them dripping--and the way they talk to you is cruel, really. "look at you. bouncing on my cock like a bitch in fucking heat." hands groping every part of you they can reach--your thighs, your waist, sharp slaps on the skin of your ass--everywhere. biting at your neck, your collarbones, marking you up. leaning back so they can watch your pussy swallow them whole--watch you cream around their strap, slick dripping down it. the way it rubs against their clit driving them nothing short of crazy. "filthy puppy. gonna cum, hm? c'mon, cum on daddy's cock." watch you fall apart on them, watch your mouth fall open, your hips jerking n shuddering. your shaky movements pushing them over the edge, eyebrows furrowing and mouth dropping open when they come :( im gonna die

-🦸‍♀️

i can't rest. you've come after my neck once again.

the contrast,,,,, with masc! jordan its closer to the lotus position, they can't resist sitting up till their chest to chest with you. arm around your back holding you to them. anchoring you to them, helping you rock back and forth on their lap, on their cock. its so intense like this, being so close to them and so full and jordan always looks at you like you're so pretty it hurts, mouth pitched open, eyebrows scrunched together. "feels so good. you always feel so fucking good, baby - shit -" kissing them wet and filthy the closer you get to coming, hands in their hair as you rock faster and faster. "come on-" they encourage when they feel that slick pussy milking and squeezing down on them, lips feverish on your cheek, nose, side of your neck - "get there, sweetheart. let me feel it - you're so close - ride it out, that's it - fuck - m'gonna fill you up so fucking good."

fem!jordan.... you're on top but there's no sense of control, even if you're using their shoulders as leverage to drag your cunt up and down on their strap, jordans the one gripping your ass. like really gripping it too, fingers inching between your cheeks, spreading them and jiggling the flesh in their palms. "fuck that's good - look at you fucking take it." their gaze is cast downward, between your bodies watching the silicone cock as it dissappears n reappears out of your slippery cunt. biting their lip because the sight alone could get them off but fuck it helps that the harder they slam you down the more pressure it puts on their clit. "pussy just swallows up dick, huh? getting my shit all fucking sloppy - messy girl. shit - " its hard not to make a mess when you're being bounced on them like a ragdoll.

[slut4ryanross]

2007 Headband Era Ryan Ross x Fem Reader

Warnings: Heavy-ish?? degradation , Choking

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    It had been a hard couple of days at the recording studio for Ryan, all the stress to drop a new album piling up on him making him more tense than usual.

He hated everything he was writing and recording. So much so that the band had already scrapped an album they were almost finished with for a new start, but still, nothing was coming together.

As much as you cared about Ryan, you couldn't deny the fact that some sick part of you liked when he was mad. Not because you liked seeing him upset, but because of how rough he would fuck you when he was frustrated.

"Are you sure we have enough time?" You asked hesitantly, your eyes scanning the recording studio before glancing at the closed door. Your fingers fumbling with the buttons of Ryan's shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning it before slipping it off.

"Quit thinking about that. We'll be fine." Ryan mumbled, a slight hint of annoyance and impatience in his voice as his hands ran up your back, underneath your shirt making you shiver.

"Besides, the doors locked anyway." Ryan continued, not giving you time to respond before slipping your shirt off over your head, allowing it to fall to the ground along with his.

His hand trailed up your bare back before reaching your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he yanked it roughly, forcing you to turn your head just enough so he could whisper into your ear.

"Just don't make too much noise and we'll be fine."

His breath was warm against your neck, contrasting the cold studio room making you shudder.

You hadn't seen him this stressed in ages. Maybe it was all the interviews he had lined up for the week, or his inability to come up with lyrics. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. All that mattered to you was helping him relax.

"You want it, don't you?" Ryan mumbled against your neck, pressing a kiss against it before sucking harshly and biting it, his tongue flicking out and running over the bite to soothe it, causing your body tense under his touch.

As Ryan spoke, his hand found its way to yours, guiding your hand to his hardened cock which strained painfully against the zipper of his pants, allowing you to feel how hard he was.

You let out a shaky exhale of approval, your hand lightly palming his erection mindlessly, causing him to suck in a sharp breath. "Tell me you fucking need it. Beg for me to fuck you."

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried your best not to let out a needy moan at his words. "Fuck, Ryan.. Please. I need it, so fucking bad." You begged pathetically, your hands weaving through his wavy brown hair, tugging on it gently.

You knew better than to pull too hard, last time you had made that mistake he fucked you so hard you weren't able to walk straight for days.

"You're such a needy little slut for me aren't you?" Ryan mumbled. His hand released yours before hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your skirt, tugging at it before sliding it off, allowing it to fall to your ankles. "Begging for me to fill you with my cock."

His mouth returned to your neck, placing more kisses and marks along your collarbone, causing you to involuntarily pull on his hair harder, making him groan.

"Fuck. I cant wait any longer." Ryan growled, allowing his hand to slide into your underwear. His fingertips lightly ran up and down over your swollen clit, teasing you. The movements smooth and slick thanks to how wet you where for him.

"Ryan.." You gasped, your voice cracking from desperation, a shaky, pathetic moan escaping your lips as your fingers dug into his scalp, resisting the urge to yank on his hair. "please.."

"Please? Really? Is that all you have to say?" Ryan teased, his lips hovering over your neck as he whispered. His hand removed itself from your underwear, moving to your hip as he squeezed it hardly, his fingernails leaving indents in your skin.

"I know you can do batter than that." He continued, licking your neck before trailing open mouthed kisses down it to your collar bone. His grip tightened on your hip as his other hand untangled itself from your now messy hair, moving to your hips and gripping them firmly.

Your head tilted back slightly, giving Ryan more access to your full neck. Soft, quiet moans escaped your lips as your hips grinded into his, making him groan.

"Such a good little slut for me." Ryan murmured quietly under his breath, almost as if he was talking to himself.

Before you could respond with another quiet moan, you felt his hands push up back, guiding you by your hips.

Your back hit the table, Ryan's hands releasing your hips as he moved them to the back of your thighs, giving them a light tap, signaling for you to sit on the table, his hands helping you onto it carefully.

"Are you sure we won't get caught? I mean-"

Before you could finish your sentence you felt his teeth sink into your neck once again, causing you to gasp, yanking his hair.

"I already fucking told you, we'll be fine as long as you just shut up." Ryan grumbled through his teeth, his voice filled with impatience and eagerness. The pleasure and pain from you pulling his hair making him groan.

"Just," Ryan paused, his fingers hooking underneath the waist band of your underwear, tugging at them before pulling them down, sliding them down your legs, allowing them to fall to the ground.

"Just be a good girl for me and don't make too much noise, okay?" Ryan continued, his hand moving up to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it lightly as his thumb ran over the hickeys he had left behind.

You swallowed thickly, giving Ryan a slight nod as your grip on his hair loosened.

"Yeah, alright." You mumbled, trying your best not to squirm under his touch.

With a hum of approval, Ryan released his gentle grip on your neck, allowing his hand to slide down your body slowly, his hand finding its way back down to your wetness.

"Please hurry." Your hips bucked forward against Ryan's hand, desperate for his touch. "I can't wait any longer." You pleaded, your legs instinctively wrapping around Ryan's waist.

"So needy." Ryan teased, his thumb starting to rub loose circles around your clit, causing you to whimper softly, your hips jerking upwards as he teased you.

Without warning, Ryan pulled his hand away again, leaving you panting.

"Fuck! Ryan-" You began to protest, before you stopped yourself, not wanting to upset him further.

Your reaction caused Ryan to let out a shaky laugh, his hands moving to the buttons of his pants, his fingers fumbling to unbutton them before hurriedly sliding them down to his knees along with his underwear, not bothering to take them off fully.

"Look at you," He whispered, beads of precum coating the tip of his cock. "begging for my cock, like a dirty little whore." He continued, his hands reaching behind you and unclasping your bra before tugging it off, tossing it across the room not caring where it ended up.

"But you're my dirty little whore, aren't you?" He added, his hand returning to your cunt, his middle and ring finger rubbing your clit in medium paced circles, causing your hips to buck forward.

"Fuck!" You whined, your hands moving to the edge of the table, gripping it firmly as you resisted the urge to jerk your hips forward again.

"You're already so wet, aren't you? Like you've been waiting for this all day." Ryan murmured against your neck, his free hand moving to your cunt as well, his middle finger rubbing circles around your entrance all while continuing to run your swollen clit.

Your hands released the table and returned to his hair, pulling lightly as you bit your lip, suppressing a needy moan.

"But you haven't though, have you? You've been waiting for me to fuck you for days now." He hissed, not giving you time to reply before his finger slipped inside you fully, moving in and out slowly, mimicking the action fucking.

You let out a sharp gasp that turned into a desperate moan, his fingers working faster on your clit. "Ryan-"

"You're so loud aren't you? Surprised they haven't caught us yet..." He growled, cutting you off before biting your neck, his fingers maintaining a steady pace. "Bet you'd want that it huh? Want them to see how much of a needy slut you are for me." He finished, removing his finger from your cunt causing you to groan in disappointment.

"Too bad, we can't have that. I have a reputation that can't be tainted by a whore like you." He teased, his hand moving up to his forehead, his fingers slipping underneath his headband as he slipped it off, balling it in his hand.

"Open.." He mumbled, his other hand moving to your jaw, his thumb running over your bottom lip.

With a timid nod you parted your lips slightly, looking up at him, your eyes meeting his for a split second.

Carefully, Ryan brought his other hand to your mouth, forcing the fabric of his headband in as he held onto your jaw firmly with his other.

"Good girl." He praised, his hand releasing your jaw as both of them moved back down to your hips, gripping them firmly.

With a shaky hand, Ryan's right hand moved down to his cock, running his thumb over the tip, precum leaking from it.

As you watched Ryan stroke his cock a few times, as if preparing it, your legs tightened around his waist, urging him to continue.

With a shaky breath, Ryan guided his cock to your cunt, the tip rubbing up and down your clit causing you to moan into the makeshift headband gag, your hands pulling on his hair roughly causing him to groan.

"Fuck, I could cum just from this." Ryan groaned, his lips grazing your neck.

As much as Ryan enjoyed seeing you writhe in desperation under him, and as much as he enjoyed teasing you, he couldn't hold back much longer.

With a shaky inhale Ryan guided his cock to your entrance, slowly pushing in inch my inch till he filled you fully, a groan escaping his lips.

Your hips arched into his, pulling him closer as you tightened your legs around his waist, moaning loudly into the fabric.

"So fucking tight for me, what a good slut." Ryan groaned against your neck, allowing you time to adjust to his size before he began rocking his hips, his cock sliding into you in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

"Ryan, please." At least, thats what you tried to say; what came out was more of a muffled whimper than a sentence. But nonetheless, Ryan somehow managed to understand.

"Don't fucking say my name, slut." Ryan growled, his thrusts slow and shallow as he started to properly fuck you on the recording studio table.

"Just take it, be a good little whore and take my cock like the dirty little bitch you are." Ryan hissed, his hand moving back to your cunt, his thrusts quickening as his thumb rubbed circles on and around your clit.

With a sharp inhale you nodded, moaning again into the fabric in your mouth, his finger on your clit and his cock thrusting in and out of you making your mind go blank.

Ryan's free hand moved from your hip to your throat swiftly, his thumb tilting your head back as he squeezed your throat, cutting off air to your lungs but not enough to make you pass out, just enough to make you focus on the pleasure he was providing.

"Don't even fucking think about cumming until I tell you to." Ryan growled, his head moving back from your neck to admire the work he was doing on your cunt, his voice filled with lust and desperation.

"You want me to fuck you harder don't you? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?" Ryan confirmed, his hips picking up the pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last

His voice grew slightly louder, groaning with each thrust. "Bet you want to come, don't you?" He teased, as if reading your mind, his thumb working faster on your clit, maintaining the pace of his thrusts.

"Cum for me, fucking whore." Ryan groaned, maintaining his pace as he held back his orgasm, desperately wanting you to cum first.

As badly as you wanted this to continue, your release was inevitable, threatening to crash over you any second, and with Ryan's spoken permission you knew you couldn't hold back any longer.

With a shaky muffled moan, your body tensed under his, your hands tangled in his hair as you pulled it roughly, your orgasm hitting you hard as your hips bucked against his.

Ryan's hand squeezed your throat harder, his thrusts growing more erratic, his hips bucking desperately as his orgasm hit him, causing it to let out a groan mixed with a gasp, his warm cum filling you, his hand releasing your neck as his body twitched.

"Fuck..." Ryan whimpered, his voice shaky and his legs close to giving out. With a shaky breath, Ryan's hand lightly gripped your jaw, urging it further open as his other hand moved to your mouth, removing the headband before tossing it onto the table, his arms wrapping around your waist as he leaned in and kissed your neck, still buried inside you.

After a moment of silence, Ryan pulled back before pressing a light kiss against your forehead. "I'm sorry baby. I love you." He mumbled against your forehead, his breathing slowling down.

"I love you too."

[philistiniphagottini]

do you still write for chongyun? what if we helped him with his yang energy endurance training by cockwarming him 😋 clenching onto him while he tries his best to resist mm

gn reader with a slight temperature play kink

Hello! Yes, I still write for Chongyun. Thanks for sending in a request~

cw. smut, cockwarming, slight temperature play, gn! reader, aged up characters

nsfw below the cut

Chongyun took a deep breath, inhaling sharply through his nose as he tried to calm his vital energy. Beads of sweat prickled the nape of his neck as he fought to concentrate past the thick cloud that was fogging up his mind. His breath was hot against your bare back, causing sparks of warmth to prickle along your flesh as a pleasant heat simmered low in the pit of your stomach. Chongyun fought to contain the tremors wracking his spine, boiling cock twitching as your creamy walls threatened to squeeze the life out of him. Another sharp inhale of breath tumbled from his bruised lips, hands gripping your hips tightly as his fingers sank into the plush of your thighs.

"Just breathe, Chongyun" you quietly advised.

His warm breath puffed against your back, nails biting into your skin and threatening to leave behind fresh welts as his blood boiled hotly in his veins. He pressed his burning face between your shoulder blades, wisps of ice blue hair tickling your skin as he struggled to control the cant of his hips. A soft moan was muffled against the clammy skin of your back, the sound making the base of your spine rattle with pleasant shivers. The cool touch of his hands was a pleasant contrast to your searing flesh, the chill crawling along raised goosebumps as your wet sex throbbed for release. You had been doing this “special training” for what felt like hours, sitting perfectly still and pretty in your boyfriend’s lap while he struggled to endure the enticing heat of your body that beckoned so sweetly to him. His jaw clenched as his teeth were set on edge.

"So warm" he hissed through grit teeth. "So tight."

You hummed softly, eyelashes fluttering over your warm cheeks. The subtle shift of your hips made tears prick the corner of Chongyun’s eyes, a constellation of unshed tears clinging to the edges of his lashes. His grip on your hips tightened to a near bruising degree as his cock was nudged just a little deeper inside your greedy hole. You pressed your slick thighs together, your legs slipping as pearls of arousal dripped down the supple insides of your thick thighs. Chongyun wasn’t the only one having a little difficulty. You took a soothing breath, the sweet smell of Chongyun’s cologne curling in your lungs with every uneven pant. 

"Just focus on your mantra" you mumbled, voice barely above a breathy whisper. 

Your fingers dug into the fabric of his pants, nails scratching the material and catching on stray threads as you struggled to keep a hold of your own, fraying threads of your sanity. Chongyun pressed his forehead against your back, burying his boiling face between your shoulder blades as he tried to grasp what little, self-restraint he had in him. He swallowed the budding salvia on his tongue with an audible gulp, eyes lidded as he absentmindedly stared at the beautiful dip in your back.

"Right. Heart be pure…" He paused, tongue darting over his dry lips. "Mind be purged…"

His voice tapered off; vision unfocused as his mind started to wander. You could feel the tip of his drooling cock pressed intimately against a white, hot nerve deep inside of you. The incessant pulse against your soused walls made your toes curl into the soles of your feet as you choked on a hiccup of pleasure. 

"Keep going" you uttered, voice trembling just like the rest of your body.

"World be…World be…umm-"

His jaw become completely lax as your walls fluttered around him, emptying his head of every single thought as the taut coil inside of him reached breaking point. He vigorously shook his head as a haggard moan spilled from his mouth.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry" he babbled. "Going to-"

Chongyun squeezed his eyes shut as his face went completely red. He let out a pitiful whine, incoherent words rolling off the tip of his tongue as he came undone. The sudden warmth that burst across your abdomen made you whine, the tips of your fingers going numb as Chongyun rutted his hips up until you, his hot spend coating your walls. You hummed softly as Chongyun placed a soft kiss to your shoulder blade, the tremors wracking his body slowly subsiding as his hips stilled. He placed his head on your shoulder as you leaned further back into his embrace, tipping your head to the side as he gave you a meek look.

"I’m sorry" he muttered. "I didn’t last as long as I did last time."

You shook your head as you placed your hands over his, squeezing them fondly as you gave him a soft smile.

"That’s okay, Yun-Yun. You did really good. I’m still proud of you."

His cheeks continued to burn red hot from your praise, the heat flushing the tips of his ears and even starting to creep down his neck. He flashed you a bashful smile as he squeezed your hands. His tongue timidly poked through the seam of his lips as he swallowed, his gaze briefly flicking down before slowly trailing back up to your relaxed expression.

"Do you want me to…Do you want to…"

He struggled to articulate the words, growing a tad bashful as his cock continued to pulse inside your drenched walls. The shyness tinting his expression never failed to stir a chuckle in your throat. You nodded softly as you guided his hands between your sticky thighs, a shiver of delight racing down your spine at the feeling of his cold hands touching the heat of your arousal.

[undermine-the-instinct]

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 (Then I Intend)

Sesshoumaru x reader

Read on A03....

Summary: The Lord Daiyokai often shuts you up in an inn, every few days of the month, for the demons that are attracted to your bloodscent. It is one of the few graces he allows. You would think its for your safety, and truly it is. Because not only do you seem to forget that he is a demon, but also a man.

Rumors of a bloodhungry demon arise, one that prowls the edges of this ghost town, devouring its residents under the shroud of moonless nights; Of which steadily approaches. Under the dark viel of a new moon, all desires will be brought to light.

Notes: For @lorelune 's Spring fever '2024 a/b/o collab! This was soooo fun to do, with the contrasting POV'S and repressed feelings~ Writing Sesshoumaru for the first time really stumped me first, because he's so aloof and stoic, but that just means i have to give him a cottagecore girlfail darling he cant resist lollll

Content/Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha!Sesshoumaru, Human!Omega!reader, reader doesn't know that they're an omega, but Sesshoumaru does, FEM CODED READER, smut, Female anatomy, Period mentions, era apropiate misogony, aphrodisiacs, blood, animal death, character death (not main characters), Servant/Lord dynamics, etc. I'll tag the warnings properly in the beginning of each part.

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼 ….. 𝒜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓁 𝟤𝟩…

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼…..𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝟣𝟤…

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼𝐼…..𝒯𝐵𝒟…

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼𝐼𝒱…..𝒯𝐵𝒟…

Current word Length: 10K+

Estimated word length: 18K

[slavonicrhapsody]

i think rykard had a tendency to disregard formality except as Ritual or as Political Ambition, like as just a headcanon. the way he marries tanith and deeply adores and confides in her, when a lot of her descriptions emphasize the potential gulf in social power between them (drawing on a lot of tropes heavily associated with the character of Lowborn Sex Worker Consort) and how he held a disregard for the way the Golden Order handles itself (creating a strict orderly hierarchy of power between its peoples and appropriate mannerisms between one class and another (see the pages and how kenneth haight talks)) and how he has a studious scholalry streak from his archeology at mt gelmir and his sorceries, i can see him as being this larger than life figure who takes the formality inherent to ritual worship and power and really pushes that to its limit to get the kost bang for his buck, just going all in, which builds up this idea of a figure out of legend, and then its immediately contrasted by a frank, casual manner of speaking outside of those circumstances, a way where he holds himself as a singularly powerful lord but despite that hes easy to talk to, and he values the opinions and ideas of those who would normally be his "lessers" or "beneath him" and takes them seriously and treats them with respect

a lord who takes counsel from prince and pauper alike, who married a dancer, who speaks bluntly and without shame but encourages others to do so as well, who embraces the blasphemous and heretical such that you never feel you have to hide anything from him, but when he conducts a ceremony for the great serpent its like the whole world stops to bend its ear for the way he channels such power and authority that you cant help but believe that hes truly something different from all of you, and yet despite this you speak freely to him anyways. such a man could inspire ruthless loyalty to the bitter end with ease, throughout the most horrible of wars, all until it hits that critical breaking point of the serpent, and even then some still cant bring themselves to break away from him

ok theres ABSOLUTELY a theme of repudiating the conventions of nobility and class with Rykard… I think his belief system is based on the idea that the gods are no better than mortals, and they have no inherent divine right to rule: “When Rykard turned to heresy, taking by force became the rule. The gods were no different, after all.” The gods “take by force” just like any common mortal tyrant, so why should we accept that they have an inherent authority over us? There’s this theme of seizing one’s own fate and taking power for oneself — like Bernahl calling out to the Greater Will directly that “we refuse to become your pawns” — which I think would be really inspiring to like, a common soldier who’s felt disrespected and taken for granted all their life. Though Rykard is as noble as they come, he too is fighting against a suffocating Order. Tanith explicitly likens the plight of ordinary Tarnished to the Shardbearers… they’re all made to “scurry about, fighting over what miserly scraps they allow us.”

Speaking of Tanith, Rykard making her his consort is such a deliberate political statement? Lords like Kenneth Haight would no doubt look down on her because of her commoner foreigner background, like he even calls Godrick, a demigod, a “country bumpkin!” Marrying Tanith instead of someone from Erdtree nobility shows that Rykard doesn’t care at all about established class structure… why is Tanith any less worthy than an Erdtree noble? I think Tanith is speaking from experience when she says this about Rya: “Besides, no-one should be blamed for their heritage. Think about it. We are resisting the ways of the Erdtree itself. What matters one's lineage in such a crisis.”

basically one of Rykard’s blasphemous beliefs is that the gods are only gods because they are strong enough to stay in power and keep people under their control. he would have a society where every person is the master of their own fate. at least I think that’s what his followers thought before he fed himself to a serpent god and started eating people

[kazmura]

burnt cookies

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ jungwon x fem, 0.4k, est relationship fluff, ‎‎‎ baking cookies is easy, but not when your dating a boy who loves to make a mess and later gets you banned from using jay's kitchen

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You and Jungwon stood side by side, your hands deep in a bowl of cookie dough. The scent of vanilla and chocolate filled the air. It was a simple evening, yet it felt perfect.

But Yang Jungwon couldn't resist. With a sly smile, he playfully dipped his hand into the flour container and scooped up a small mound into his palms. Sneaking up behind you, he blew it into your face, leaving you with a dusting of white on your cheeks.

You turned, eyes wide in surprise, and a giggle escaped your lips. "Oh, you're in for it now!" You retaliated by grabbing a handful of flour and tossing it at him. The flour war had begun.

Flour flew through the air, clouds of white dusted your clothes and the kitchen countertops, creating a mess that would take ages to clean up. But neither of you cared. The laughter that filled the room was worth it.

Amidst the floury chaos, Jungwon's arms found their way around your waist, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your back as he pulled you closer. Playful grins danced across both your faces as you shared a sweet, flour-covered kiss.

As your lips met, it was as though time slowed down. A soft, breathy giggle escaped you, mixing with Jungwon's laughter as your mouths moved in a tender dance. Flour clung to your lips, making the kiss slightly messy, but that only added to the moment.

Your noses bumped gently, and you couldn't help but let out another soft laugh, the sound vibrating between your mouths. The taste of cookie dough lingered on your lips, a contrast to the warmth of Jungwon's mouth as it moved against yours.

His hand, still holding remnants of flour, cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing ever so softly against your skin. Your heart raced as the kiss deepened, the world around you fading into the background as you lost yourselves in each other.

The flour-covered embrace intensified as you pressed closer, your fingers tangling in his hair, and his hand sliding down your back to pull you impossibly closer.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, but your smiles spoke volumes. With a tray of cookies in hand, you and Jungwon settled onto the couch, legs entwined. The TV flickered to life, a movie playing in the background, but neither of you paid much attention. Instead, you focused on the simple pleasure of sharing burnt cookies and the warmth of each other's presence.

making u jgw delulu since im releasing coffee breath soon!! no i havent forgotten abt dummies in love 😞 i js cant stay dedicated to one series without starting a new one, but this time im really gonna finish it believe iin meee

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[spookyji]

hmmm...ok what about sex at an award show with soobin...I feel like he would be a little skeptical cause he's the leader, but hes just too much of a horny puppy. I love your works btw!! <3333

# soobin + messy blowjob !!

tw. gender neutral!reader, marking, blowjob. nsfw + minors dni !!

a/n. eeeep, first attempt at gn!reader, wrote this in like 30 min >< not proofread + written on phone.

taglist. @kosmoreads

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“sweetheart—haah—n-not here!” soobin gasps, hands greedily grasping at your waist, back to the wall of the dressing room, his neat suit quickly coming undone under your needy fingers. “cant help it,” you whine, pressing a kiss to his neck, narrowly missing the collar of his dress shirt, “look too handsome~” “wh-what if—sees–“ putting up a weak resistance, his hesitation contrasted by the desperate hands around your sides, breathy pants breaking the air as your fingers deftly unbutton his dress shirt, exposing his pure skin to the cold air. “so needy,” you whisper, before biting dark roses of kisses on his pale chest, only encouraged by his whines of need. “n—c-can’t mark!” soft moans combined with wet sucking sounds, sharp intakes of breaths at the sudden nips, blooming marks aggressively over his flawless skin, “nngh—more!” moans filling your ears, lost in a haze of deprivation, thighs clenched together as your lips meet his pretty pecs, licking and brushing dangerously close to his sensitive nipples, fingers finding the silk of his tie.

a deft tug and it’s in your fingers, his suit jacket falling of his shoulders as you lean back, observing your work, licking your lips. panting unevenly, lips parted in an intake of breath, pretty chest splotchy in dark red-purple marks of love, shirt unbuttoned messily. and he’s so attractive for it. “m-missed this—mmph!” only a fraction of his words leaving before your lips find his, hands pushing his wrists behind his back. straining erection pressed to your abdomen, only a quick loop and tug before you giggle and take a step back, the aroused daze on soobin’s flushed face only further enhanced by the look of shock crossing his eyes as his hands jerk at the restraints behind his back. “s-sweetheart, c-can’t touch this way!” soobin mumbles, blush darkening at your mischievous smile, a sheen of saliva coating your lips. “now you’re all mine~” you giggle, “can’t get away until i untie you.” and he knows he’s doomed, watching your gaze fall to the prominent bulge in his near dress pants, the hazy, greedy look of hunger in your eyes. “w-wait, n-not ready!” soobin gasps as you kneel daintily in front of him, pretty fingers finding the buckle of his belt—and here he is, cornered by his darling lover in the dressing room of an award show, only minutes away from returning to the flurry of cameras.

with a tug of the zipper and underwear, his massive length exposed to the cold air, a darkening pink at the tip, practically begging for your lips to take it, to relieve the intense need expressed in how painfully hard he was. pretty sheen of sweat lacing his forehead as he desperately pants, hands bound behind his back in his silk tie. collared shirt haphazardly unbuttoned, pale chest splotchy in purple-red kiss marks, belt undone and buckle clinking with his every twitch. the salty taste of his precum coats your tongue as you lick the tip of his cock, swirling around it, a line of saliva hanging between his sensitive length and your lips as you take a break before diving back in. “aghh—sweetheart—so c-close!” soobin whine as your slides tongue down the shaft of his cock, the tip kissing the back of your throat as you deepthroat him, bobbing your head and listening to his weak whimpers, his hands clawing at their restraints as he approaches his climax.

“d-darling—w-want to cum!” soobin moans lewdly, his voice soaked in need as you teasingly scrape your teeth along his length, hands pumping his cock where your mouth cannot reach. humming around his dick in acknowledgement, your hollow your cheeks, tipping him over the edge as you suck his length, triggering a high pitched whimper, cum flooding into your mouth, so much so that some drips out of your lip, white against the soft pink. savoring the salty taste of his cum, you swallow around his cock, not having pulled off.

“h-huh? sw-sweethea—hnng!” soobin gasps, an obscene sob breaking free as you suck harder on his sensitive cock, aggressively continuing to bob your head. “agh—wait—feels!” he moans incoherently, overwhelmed by your warm tongue and mouth spoiling his dick, precum leaking into your mouth as his length quickly stiffens. pulling off and peppering the length in kisses, you lick long stripes up his cock, before ravishing the tip, precum salty as you bob your head, coating the pink tip in your saliva and his cum. “nn—can’t hold—“ making eye contact with his weeping and sweaty, face, you suck hard. instantly, cum drenches your face as you pull off with a pop, ropes of white dripping down your pretty features as soobin moans uncontrollably, clenched yet trembling from the sensation. “we’re not done yet,” you smirk, teasingly licking cum that had landed on your lip, watching as soobin grows increasingly flustered, “i’m nowhere near done with you.”

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had to write this, it’s a soobin day n maybe not my best but i had to ><

[happybird16]

Im on fire today I guess but now I just cant stop thinking about Levi's chest. Suggestive

“You want me to do what now?” Levi asks, his tone filled with incredulity. His expression contorts with a mixture of confusion and exasperation, his eyebrows furrowing as he struggles to comprehend your request. He has just finished his morning shower, and droplets of water cling enticingly to his well-defined, muscular torso. His pale skin is still soft and flushed from the heat of the water. The soft overhead light highlights the sheen on his flesh, adding to the allure of the moment.

You’ve interrupted Levi as he is in the midst of choosing a shirt, causing him to twist around to face you with an incredulous look from around the closet door. His gaze meets yours, and he tries to make sense of your unusual request.

"Can you do a couple jumping jacks for me? Shirtless?" you ask again, your eyes fixed on a bead of water trailing down between his pectorals, unable to resist the temptation.

Levi's response is swift and resolute, his tone short and clipped. "No," he answers firmly, his voice leaving no room for negotiation. He reaches for a grey t-shirt hanging on a nearby hanger, hastily pulling it over his head. "Not going to happen. I love you, but I'm not hopping up and down for your amusement."

You playfully whine, exaggerating your pout and pushing out your bottom lip. Raising your hands, you motion vaguely towards his chest. "But I want to see them bounce," you protest, your voice filled with playful longing.

His hair is still wet, and you can spot bits of moisture darkening the fabric of his chosen t-shirt, wetting it to cling to his muscles. Levi rolls his eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Nice try,” he says, his voice laced with amusement. “I'm not falling for some puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip.” Closing the distance between you, Levi envelops you in his arms, his hip pressing against yours. His thumb gently tugs at the skin of your bottom lip. “I do enough weird shit for you on a daily basis.”

A frown creases your forehead as you tug at the bottom hem of his shirt. Desperate to get your way, you intensify the quiver in your lip, attempting to coax some wetness into your eyes. “Please?” you plead, hoping to sway him with your earnest expression.

Levi sighs heavily, his frustration palpable as he rolls his eyes and throws his head back in an exaggerated manner. The movement is accompanied by a slight slump in his shoulders, as if he’s momentarily resigned to fulfill your request. “Fine,” he relents, his voice tinged with mock exasperation. Jerkily, he pulls the fabric of his shirt back up and over his head, tossing it onto the nearby bed. A playful smile tugs at his lips. “But just this once, and you owe me big time.”

A mischievous spark dances in your eyes as you celebrate your small victory. You can’t help but feel a surge of excitement as you watch Levi willingly position himself in the center of the room, his bare chest on full display. The play of light accentuates the contours of his sculpted physique, highlighting the definition of his muscles. With each leap of his jumping jacks, his muscles flex, their strength and power evident in every movement. The droplets of water that still cling to his skin glisten and shimmer in the light, casting a mesmerizing effect. The sight is almost hypnotic, drawing your gaze as his body moves through the air.

As Levi jumps, you can’t help but appreciate the natural elasticity of his pectoral muscles. They bounce rhythmically with each leap, an enchanting display of their inherent flexibility. The contrast between the firmness of his physique and the dynamic movement of his muscles creates a captivating visual spectacle. It’s as if his body is a work of art in motion, his bare chest an exquisite canvas where strength and grace harmoniously collide.

Your gaze remains fixed on Levi, captivated by the fluidity of his movements and the enticing bounce of his chest. As the jumping jacks come to an end, Levi stands still, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He gives you a knowing look, a playful challenge evident in his eyes. “Satisfied?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips. “Can I put my shirt back on now?”

A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you shake your head, relishing in the playful mischief that has taken hold of the moment. “Not yet,” you reply, your voice laced with excitement. “Can you do a couple more?”

Levi lets out a loud sigh, a combination of amusement and exasperation. He playfully rolls his eyes, knowing exactly where this is heading. “Don’t you dare start on how you want to hold them,” he warns, a playful tone in his voice.

You giggle mischievously, feigning innocence. “Who, me?” you ask with a sly smile. “I was just going to suggest admiring the bounce from a different angle. Maybe a slow-motion replay?”

Levi can’t help but chuckle at your playful response, a mixture of amusement and disbelief on his face. “You’re incorrigible,” he says, shaking his head in mock exasperation. Adjusting the band of his grey sweatpants, he mutters under his breath, “What a way to start the day.” Despite his playful complaint, it’s clear that he was enjoying the spirited exchange.

After a moment, Levi relents and decides to indulge your request. “Alright, a couple more it is,” he concedes in an exasperated tone. With a mix of mischief and snark, he adds, “Do you want to pull up a chair? Get yourself a ‘better view’?”

[poetryandfluffycats]

A Producers Reward

A/N: im sick so this is mainly just mugi brainrot. also first real time writing smut so cant promise it will be amazing

Pairing: Tsumugi Aoba x fem!producer reader

Warnings: NSFW, tipsy sex, oral sex(f receiving), penetrative sex, petnames(princess, baby, good girl), breeding kink, praise, light amount of teasing, very light spanking, semi-public sex(in a closet), mildly ooc Tsumugi(hes drunk soo), soft dom Tsumugi

Content: You attend the release party of a new album from Switch, the idol group you produce. A very tipsy Tsumugi finds you during the party, desperate to show you how much you mean to the unit.

Words: 2.2k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Voices boomed from throughout the party venue, which had been decorated with an abundance of green and white streamers and ribbons. This was what made your job as a producer worthwhile-witnessing your idol group, who had spent all their hard work and energy on their new album, be showered in praise at the release party. Seeing the bright smiles and looks of achievement on the members of Switchs faces made all the stress worth it.

You sat down on a sofa, swirling your wine as you watched Natsume make a speech up at the microphone. You could see Sora sitting down close to the microphone, staring up at his senpai with much admiration and respect. He looked adorable in his little suit-like a real cutie-and you couldn't help but feel a smile tug at your lips as you looked at the younger idol.

"Enjoying yourself, producer?" The couched dipped slightly as a familiar face came and sat down next to you.

"Ah, Tsumugi. Yes, its lovely" You took a sip of your wine. "I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves"

"Hmmm, yeah. Its all thanks to you, producer" Tsumugi hummed whilst taking a sip of his own drink, his eyes not leaving your form. "You put so much effort into our group"

You couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or Tsumugis gaze that was making your cheeks red and hot, and you were grateful for the dim lights of the room. "Its a team effort, really. I only play a small part in your success" You waved your hand dismissively, trying desperately to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

Tsumugi took another long sip of his wine, his intensive gaze washing over you again. A shiver ran down your spine. You'd never seen him look at anyone like that before, let alone you.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit" His tone suddenly dropped, a stark contrast to the cheerful one you were used to hearing. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he shuffled closer and your whole body tensed up.

"Tsumugi?"

"Switch would fall apart without you, (name)" His large veiny hand met your thigh, gently stroking the plush skin.

You bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress a soft moan from escaping your lips. The sensation of his fingers running up and down your inner thigh was enough to drive you crazy.

"You work so hard for us. You reward us so well, but who rewards you? Who takes care of you?" He cooed, his breath tickling your neck as he leaned in closer. His voice was full of lust, laced with the desire to take you right here on the sofa. It was as if the wine had released some carnal urge in the blue haired idol. "Don't you think you deserve a reward?"

"A reward?" It was getting hard to think coherent thoughts as Tsumugis slender fingers gazed over your clothed cunt. You could feel your wetness pooling inside your panties, soaking them.

"Yes, a reward" He placed a sloppy kiss to your neck, biting down softly. "Don't you want a reward, princess?"

The petname went straight to your core. There was no way you could resist him now.

"Please! Please Tsumugi, please reward me!" Your words came out as a rushed moan as he continued to rub up and down your soaked clothed cunt, a lustful smirk appearing on his face.

"Good girl"

With that, he pulled you up. His grip on your wrist was tight-nearly painful-as he dragged you through the party. The two of you received many strange glares and glances as you rushed through the crowd, probably due to the arousal you could feel dripping down your leg and Tsumugis painfully hard member straining his suit pants. You didn't care though. The only thing you cared about right now was Tsumugi.

"Ah!"

You gasped as you were thrown into a storage closet. Tsumugi very swiftly shut the door, clicking the lock into place. It was pitch black in the closet, the sound sounds being the muffled music from the party and your tiny whines and pants.

"Shhh, you have to be quiet baby" Tsumugi purred at you, one hand snaking around your waist to pull you close and the other being placed over your mouth silencing you. You couldn't see him in the darkness, but you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. "If you can be quiet, I'll make sure to fuck you real good, okay?"

You nodded desperately, tears beginning to prick the corners of your tears because of how desperate you were for his touch.

Tsumugi grinned and removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with his lips. He wasted no time brushing his tounge into your mouth, the bitter taste of red wine filling your taste buds. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, his movements were almost animalistic as he devoured your mouth.

His hands began to roam across your body, sitting comfortably on your ass. You groaned into his mouth and arched your back as he kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh through your skirt, giving it a light spank.

"Such a sluty little outfit, such easy access for me" Tsumugi murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of sailva drooling down his chin. Delivering another soft spank to your ass, he chuckled slightly. "Just begging to be fucked"

"P-please, need my reward..." You muttered, reaching for his belt. He slapped your hand away, causing you to whine and pout.

"Ah, Ah, Ah. You need to be patient, baby" He tutted, sliding his fingers down the waistband of your skirt.

In one swift motion, he pulled down the garment and got down on his knees. He buried his nose into the warmth of your panties, breathing in deeply.

"You smell so good" He cooed, lapping up the wetness that was dripping from out the lace. A sinful moan escaped your lips as his tounge slid over your clothed clit. Your legs felt as if they were turning to jelly. "Tastes good too"

He quickly ripped the thin layer of lace off your body and discarded them on the floor beside him. You didn't even have time to be embarrassed of your nakedness before the idol buried his mouth onto your clit, sucking it harshly.

"Fucking hell" You cried out, your hips bucking at the contact. You could feel his grin as he continued to suck and lick your sensitive bud. The sensation was enough to drive you crazy.

Suddenly, he pushed his middle and index fingers inside your sopping cunt. He trusted them deep, scissoring them and hitting all the sweet spots inside of you. He began to niddle softly on your clit, flicking his tounge up and down. Your legs shook as you grinded your pussy against his face like a dog in heat, desperately chasing your orgasm.

"M-mugi~ close-Ah!" You whined as he increased the speed of his fingers, smirking against your clit as he silently added a third digit. You were a complete mess. Sweat was dripping down your face and thighs, mixing with the juices down your leg. Your body trembled and shook violently.

"Cum for me, princess"

With one final flick of his tounge, the knot in your stomach snapped. You threw your head back and arched your back, screaming out Tsumugis name. White clouded your vision and you swore you saw stars as he continued to fingerfuck you through your high, your walls clamping down against the digits.

"Such a pretty girl" He retracted his fingers from your hole, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth, licking off the slick and allowing some of it to drip down his chin. "You're so good for me, (name)"

He stood up, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. The mixture of the taste of your own jucies and the red wine was intoxicating in your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach for his belt again, trying to undo it. Your movements were clumsy, long gone any of your previous patience.

"Need you...need your cock now" You whined into the kiss as Tsumugi moved his lips down onto your neck. He sucked and sunk his teeth hard into the skin, no doubt leaving countless hickies and burises.

"I know baby, I know" Tsumugi cooed, licking the pluse of your neck. "I'll give it to you, don't worry. Gonna stuff that pretty little hole of yours and breed you nice and good"

"Breed me!~ Need it so bad!" Any shred of dignity you once had had disappeared, leaving you a horny mess. You tugged harshly at his belt, causing the idol to chuckle and swat your hand away again.

"So needy for me, aren't you princess?~" Tsumugi purred, finally helping you undo his belt and letting his trousers fall to the floor. The outline of his bulge was more visible through his boxers. The sight made you clench around nothing.

He pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free and hitting his lower stomach. You couldn't see such in the darkness of the closet, but you could tell he was big, a very prominent vein going up the shaft. A small puddle of precum was gathered on the tip, leaking down.

You didn't have much time to admire though, as Tsumugi quickly grabbed your waist and slammed you up against the wall, using his own hips to sandwich you between him and the cold brick.

"F-fuck, Mugi!" You cried out as he rutted his throbbing length up and down your folds, coating it in your slick.

"So wet for me" He purred against your ear, nibbling the shell of it. "Do you want it inside?~"

"Please! I need your cock!"

He lined his tip up with your entrance, pushing it in agonisingly slow and drawing out a low moan from your lips.

"G-god, you're so fucking tight baby" Tsumugi hissed into your ear as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. Burying your face into his shoulder, you chanted his name like a prayer as he stretched you out. It burned slightly, but it was the best pain you'd ever experienced.

"So big-Ah!" You babbled, digging your nails into Tsumugis shirt and holding on for dear life. He bottomed out inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix and his balls flush against your skin. You felt so full.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. "Can I move, princess?" He muttered, hot breath tickling the side of your face.

You nodded frantically, "Please!~"

That was all the prompting he needed. In a swift motion, he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting back in brutally and bottoming out again. He set a rough pace, the sound of his balls slapping your skin filling the room along with the squelched noises of your hole.

"Such a good girl, t-taking me so well" He praised you, peppering kisses across your face. "So beautiful"

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a straggled moan as Tsumugi hit that sweet spot inside you. You clawed at his back, the pleasure taking over your mind.

"Yeah? Right there?~" The blue haired idol teased, angling his hips to continue abusing your g-spot. Tears pooled in your eyes, you had never felt this good before. "You like that baby?"

"Yes! G-god, love it s-so much!" You groaned, pulling him in for another heated kiss. You could feel the knot in your stomach threatening to snap again. "Needa cum!"

"Gonna cum for me princess? Gonna milk my cock dry?" Tsumugi's thrusts were becoming more uneven and messy, he was close too. "F-fuck, you drive me crazy. Wanna fuck you every chance I get. Fuck you round with my kids. You want that baby? You want my cum?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Wanna be a mommy, wanna carry your babies!"

With one practically hard thrust, the knot in your stomach snapped for the second time that night. Your whole body spasmed, vision going blurry and your walls clenching and milking Tsumugis length. A loud moan ripped from your throat and you were sure everyone outside could hear you.

"Fuck, (name)!" Tsumugi came not long after you, coating your walls white and filling you to the brim with his cum. He continued to slowly rock his hips against yours as you both rode out your highs, panting heavily.

The two of you stayed in that position for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying eachothers warmth. You felt his member soften inside you.

"Are you alright?" Tsumugi broke the silence, gently pulling out of you and helping you to the floor, sitting down in front of you. "That wasn't too rough?"

You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder, "No, it was amazing. You were amazing"

"Good, I'm glad" He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing circles on your back. "Do you wanna go back out there?"

"Hm, can we stay like this for a bit longer? My legs are sore"

"Yeah, of course, princess"

[witchinatree]

making a list of my favorite quote/ones that stuck with me from each season 1 episode because i feel like it

(i'm starting this after episode 4 but it will be a WHILE before i post it)

episode 1: "bones are a lie peddled by Big Milk" - alice

i love this one because it's a great introduction to alice i think. also it radiates spiral so i hope we get avatar alice not dead alice (isnt there a podcast called alice isnt dead?)

episode 2: "If I wanted to clear the canvas, I would have used turpentine." - statement

this one was just fucking powerful and caught me so off guard like 😶

episode 3: "What would I do without her?" - statement

the norris statement <3 it feels like martin asking what he would do without jon which makes mag200 a lot sadder and i love them

episode 4: "Perhaps you shall prove a stronger will than I, and will yet find it within yourself to destroy this hungry thing of wood and cat-gut." - statement

augustus sighting #1 and we immediately get jonah magnus expressing that it may be possible for gwen bouchard unknown family member to overcome the eye's hunger spooky violin

episode 5: "Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed." - statement

i feel like this one is pretty reflective of how the seasons gonna go? like if you explain the events of tma (mag200 specifically) no one's gonna believe you, it must be seen to be believed!! and also seen!! like the eye!!!

episode 6: "Not sca- This isn’t some poxy blood test, some little pinprick, this is hundreds, thousands of razor sharp points pushing into your flesh." - needles

i love needles so much and i thought this was really funny because it was like "you dont find me scary!! what the fuck!!!" just kind of toddler michael energy

episode 7: "It’s not like we’re wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." - celia

STOP IT. celia you can't say that you just cannot!!!!!! you Know™ too much maam i cant with you

episode 8: "Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Gerry!"

RAGHHHHH OH MY GOD GERRY!!!! i love him so much and idk how to handle him being alive in the tmagp universe!! gertrude too but idk we got so much of her in tma and not nearly enough of gerry

episode 9: "And honestly, it’s kind of compelling by this point." - sam

they got him 😔😔 the horrors got sam 😔😔 also i found this to be an interesting contrast to jon's heavy resistance in season 1 like he was being compelled but he wasn't going to let anyone know that vs sam "its kinda compelling to trauma dump on this paperwork :]" how is he somehow even more victim material

episode 10: "Gosh you’re sexy, here’s a twenty for your trouble.” - alice

does this count as a quote if shes also quoting what she thinks sam should say? idk anyway i love her i would say that to her if given the chance and it was very silly. i will not be addressing bonzo i am scared.

episode 11: "...Thank you, Alice" - gwen

dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard. okay also, the way she CRUMBLED at the idea of anyone doing anything nice for her please someone give her a hug and let it be ME. this series is tossing me back and forth between sam & alice (what is their ship name) and dyhard but this put me back to dyhard

episode 12: "You know it's rude to have absolutely no game?" - alice

she's so fucking funny i need her to be okay so badly!!!! i don't think even tim made me laugh as much as she makes me chuckle and this one really got me. it's hard to write such a comedic character in a podcast since you only have the voice but they really nailed it i adore her

episode 13: "Is it my fault?" - gwen

each of these episodes just reveal a little bit more about how loving and soft gwen is and idk i love her so unbelievably much so seeing that she felt guilt about the bonzo stuff just made her so much more real :(

episode 14: "Christ, they’re in the walls…" - statement

theyre in the walls!!! theyre in the goddamn walls!!!!! anyway that got me because i realized the hole before the statement said it. made more sad than scared tbh

episode 15: "Babies are cool!" - alice this entire interaction between her and sam & celia was so awkward, she is so obvious and i love her anyway

episode 16: "It’s not like I was holding doors open for Mr Bonzo or anything." - gwen my wife is so so so stupid but i adore her AND this gives room for character development. i wish she did not do that though. i love when characters are flawed and have depth but i struggled to get past THIS flaw of hers

episode 17: "Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same, though, is it?" - celia shes talking TO JON IN THE COMPUTER. SHE KNOWS. i lost my damn mind i love her i love her. get the gay people out of the puter please queen

episode 18: "Why would I need to talk to you? Your work is satisfactory. Unless you have a work-related issue I could assist you with?" - lena solidified my opinion that lena is the best boss to ever have, i adore her and i would want to work for her if she wasn't the boss of Creepy Establishment #1

episode 19: "You’re going to throw it in the fishtank, aren’t you?" - alice colin's behavior is like really worrying BUT i'm glad he's back. i was not convinced he was still alive

episode 20: "I suppose it’s too late for remorse, isn’t it? And why should I be sorry? This is what I deserve!" - ink5oul/statement they reminded me of jon a lot, like especially his season 3/4 transformation when he doesn't quite know everything but he knows he isn't who he was in season 1 anymore, i hope we see more of their life and they can be helped :(

episode 21: [Tape Recorder Bites Ink5oul] - audio description i know it's not technically a quote but this is just so fucking funny. why does it have teeth. what does this mean for the lore. holy shit.

episode 22: "Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood" - celia. knawing at the walls of my enclosure i am so not okay. i'm not okay. wtf. wtf. wtf. they're real. wtf.

episode 23: "I had a favorite mug. It said “love you, bitch” and had a picture of a drunk dog on it." - alice. okay i just love this entire interaction because gwen got to open up a little bit and my dyhard heart is so full

episode 24: "I am told that children like me, and I’ve always held the opinion that the world would be a better place if everyone just thought more." - basira. once again this whole interaction was so fun but like idk i loved hearing basira somewhat happy and in a safe place :] my wife <3

episode 25: " I am trying to help, to save us from this goddamned fucking nightmare machine!" - colin. MAN I REALLY WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!!! I WAS SO CONFIDENT YOU WEREN'T GONNA DIE!!!! it's over

episode 26: "I was worrying for a moment that you were Magnussing." - alice. MAGNUSSING BEING CANON MADE ME SAY IT EVEN MORE I'VE SAID IT LIKE TWICE ALREADY

episode 27: "You didn’t tell me the room was labelled, “Archivist.”" - celia. oooooh somebody's got TRAUMAAAAA LMAO

episode 28: "So you’re telling me you know nothing about an OIAR external contract being found with the bodies of two tattooed thugs who met rather grisly ends?" - TREVOR HERBERT???? anyway. ink5oul mention!!!!! i hope they stop killing people it's really rude

episode 29: "Alice, er… we’ve got to talk. It’s important." - teddy. i knew it was over for him but i didn't think it was gonna be THIS bad??? bye babe i guess??? 😭

episode 30: how do i even pick. the whole fucking episode. i can't. i am in a state of shock. i need to lay down for 30 years.

[3xhaust]

stephen gammell's horror art is so fucking good

the way the values are done so they look so soft in contrast to the ragged and gnarled edges of things is amazing. the lumpy flesh looks as soft and resistant as a ball of dough. and isnt it crazy to make something soft scary? when i went to this one beach as a kid, i had to ask my parents where there were beds of clay in the water, because i Hated the soft, clingy beach sludge on my feet. rot is soft. fangs and claws are scary because you know they can shred you. soft, yielding organic matter can be even scarier bc it can just immerse you. like the RE8 nightmare house baby.

anyway yeah the softness communicated thru value is really one of my fav parts of gammell's art. it is also amongst other great textures like stringy and hairy. also love the hairline cracks in skulls and dark thin hairs, branches, tendrils, that extend to the art like webs.

the surreal elements are another great part. any bizzarrities just added to the fear for me. big eyes floating in hollow darkened sockets in heads coming out of the ground look like they dont want to eat you but will tell you when you die, and lie about it, just to see you live your life that way.

i dont even remember the story of the invisible friend. the picture in my memory right now is a room with a human silhouette bulging under plaster or drywall. it scared me that it was an invisible presence that was so physically there.

i either cant find the image online or my brain misremembered completely, but this is the most likely match:

it doesnt match what i said. but i'd also read parts of the third dark tower book, which did have something manifest under ceiling plaster, so maybe i confused childhood fears. but i swear the image in my head is this art style.