#getting messed up repeatedly by tiny nose

[vickysaurus]

"Those are the heads of the main nine covens. Each one excelled at a magic school like Glandus, St. Epiderm, and, of course, Hexside."

Some early bird cameos! I spot Darius, Eberwolf, Terra Snapdragon, and Adrian Greye. Notable by their absence is Raine, who wouldn't become coven head until season 2.

[screampied]

i want to sit on higuruma’s face and ride his nose so badly 😔😔

☆ higuruma x fem! reader

⤷ tags: cunnilingus, praise, riding higuruma’s nose

the minute you ask him, he’s so compliant.

at first you were sure higuruma would make fun of you. although, he’s the exact opposite—you find yourself hovering just over his mouth, barely.

higuruma’s fingers gently ghost against your hips before bringing a kiss against the middle fabric part of your panties.

“hey, if you wanna ride my nose, angel then jus’ do it,” and his voice was smooth, you stare at him, and by the second you’re growing more and more wet. “don’t be shy.”

“…o-okay,”

you mumbled, your knees bent, you were just casually lingering over him—you move yourself done just a bit and your panties rub against his nose.

higuruma chuckles, you were so frantic solely by the movement of your hips. higuruma licks a stripe against your underwear, watching you squirm in desperation before he moves the string to the side. “get nice ‘n comfy, that’s it.”

you gnaw on your lip, starting to move your hips just a bit against his face. you felt the tip of his nose repeatedly tap and prod against your pussy. the moment you felt his tongue softly go against your folds, you shudder from his touch.

“h—hiro,” you’d squeak out, and darkened eyes of his meet yours.

a single hand of his has a firm grip on your right thigh as he’s returning you a sensual stare. “fuck..” you panted, and he’s easily stimulating your clit with just a few licks and sucks of his tongue. you’re grinding against his face ploddingly, almost as if you were hesitating at first before he brings to hands to make you sit all on him.

the sounds of your own breathing started to pick up, and he looked so pretty underneath you—just his eyes half-lidded, lips slightly parted and a tiny smirk pressing against the very corners of his lips.

fingers of yours started to go through his hair, giving it a slight yank, it’s unintentional and it drags out a groan from higuruma.

“easy, girl. easy.”

“sorry...”

you moaned, feeling his nose continuously rub against your pussy. the soft middle part just swiping all against your clit, his lips were attached, never releasing its grip.

it doesn’t take much long before your legs start to shake and judder. you felt yourself slowly reaching up to that pleasurable point.

“angel…just relax, i got you.” he purrs in a raspy voice, departing his lips for a brief moment just to kiss all against your puffed folds.

you were drenched, soaked even. his tongue had your eyes rolling back, backwards. higuruma teasingly brings a thumb towards your pussy and runs down your slit just for him to give it a sweet kiss. “could have you sit on my face all day, gorgeous.”

and he meant that, because after you always whined on wanting to ride his face—more specifically, his nose.

you’d find yourself doing it all the time, just sitting there, looking pretty until you came all on his face. “hiromi, hiro—”

“oh, i know,” he murmurs, and higuruma starts to stroke himself. you made him so hard he couldn’t help but touch himself. low husky grunts escaped from his lips as you’re an entire shaky mess on his face. “give it to me,” and his warm breath dances against your thighs—you feel him give your thighs a light pull forward towards his mouth and you moan. “come on baby, come on.”

his voice was so gentle, purely identical to his touch. the way his tongue grazed against every inch had you whining for more incessantly. so sloppy, occasionally he’d spit on your pussy just to lap it up with his tongue. he was covered from the nose down with your slick.

higuruma found himself giving your clit multiple kisses just to watch you cutely squirm and jolt against him.

your hands grip his hair and you’re whimpering. after a few seconds, your legs thrash and shake and then you came. he smiles at the way your body responded to his tongue, barely able to keep your hold on his hair.

“good girl, just make a mess ‘n let me clean it.” he mutters, giving your pussy a final kiss. “look at me. eyes down here,” and you move your eyes down towards him. higuruma grabs you off of him before pulling you close towards him. he brushes a thumb against your lips before planting a three second kiss on your mouth. so lewd, you tasted yourself all on his tongue — the sheer sweetness of it had you whimpering for more.

“…sweet girl.” he utters, and you moan into his mouth, returning it before feeling him reach a hand down to give your pussy a light squeeze. “i’m not finished with you yet, want more of you.”

his words had you pulsing, and as you continued to kiss him — with him breaking away every few seconds to speak, that’s when higuruma suddenly makes you bend over, softly caressing your ass with the palm of his hand. “arch just like that for me, yeah..”

[heartchoi]

tutor ㅡ c.sb

pairing: tutor!soobin x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

warnings: dom!soobin, sub!reader, clothed sex, unprotected, creampie, slight overstim, dirty talk, cockwarming, pet names, dacryphilia, (Kind of) dumbification, a bit of possessive soobie at the end

(continuation of this blurb)

originally, soobin was supposed your english tutor.

however, you think that you’ve gone too far to consider soobin as just your tutor now. not after this.

it’s quite unclear how you’ve gotten yourself here; sitting on soobin’s lap while his huge cock rests inside you, filling you to the hilt. a discarded stack of books are pushed onto the side of your desk, a witness to the situation you’re both in.

soobin bounces his leg, laughing at the way you whimper, clamping your walls on his dick immediately. “please,” you gasp. “don’t tease, soobin- fuck!” you whine, soobin bouncing his leg again. “do you want me to fuck you?” he asks, mock sympathy in his voice.

“tell me, pretty girl.” soobin turns your head gently to face him, flashing a dimpled smile once you meet eyes. god, it’s hard to believe that this is the man whose huge cock is buried deep in your guts. “tell me, how badly do you need me?” he rolls his hips slightly, the tip of his cock pressing against a spot that had your eyes rolling back. “can’t speak? i haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

soobin chuckles at the effect he has on you, a mess already and all he’s done is let you cockwarm him. “i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers. wet tears filled your eyes from desperation and the pleasure of just having his cock inside you. you’re only able to blink before the tears drop, and stream down your face in tiny wet streams.

soobin kisses the tears away gently, softly apologizing as he promises to fuck you like a proper man should.

soobin kisses the tears away gently, softly apologizing as he promises to fuck you like a proper man should.

carefully, soobin sets aside the stray pencils and pens that littered your desk, opting to put them in a ceramic pen holder nearby. he lifts you easily before setting you on the desk.

you’re finally allowed to get a good look at him as you face soobin, his cock throbbing inside your heat. hair messily framed his face, strands falling in between his eyes and nose while his dress shirt continues to cover his figure. a few buttons have been undone at the top, courtesy of your desire for him. his jeans and belt were barely halfway down his thighs, clear evidence that you both were too horny and impatient to undress fully.

damn. he looks nice.

soobin brings an arm under your thigh. lifting it slightly over his shoulder. his free hand reaches up to grab one of your boobs, kneading the flesh.

“are you ready for me? i won’t be gentle.” he says, eyes boring into yours. you gulp, nodding your head. a fresh wave of arousal wets his cock. soobin hums, pulling out until the blunt head rests in between your folds before plunging himself right back in. the powerful thrust rips a cry out of you, there was no way he wasn’t going to fuck you stupid by the time he was finished with you.

"ah, you're tight." soobin groans out, bucking his hips into yours. "might fuck you like this every time i see you. maybe you'd actually pay attention to your lessons, hm?"

the words barely registered in your head, already too cock drunk to think straight. "thats what you are, isn’t it? just a doll for me to fuck into place." soobin hums. you whine incoherently, agreeing to whatever he said despite the fact you don't know what the hell he's talking about.

the only thing on your mind is how fucking huge his dick is, gliding smoothly inside you and hitting all the right places.

soobin's husky voice continues to feed dirty thoughts into your ear, the raspy tone sending vibrations through your body. his hips barrel into yours repeatedly, the sound of skin slapping becoming louder and louder. strings of wetness connect the two of you, the fresh waves of slick from your pussy covering both your thighs.

a tight knot forms in your stomach. tears flow down your face again, the pleasure too much for your body and mind to handle. soobin grins as he presses his forehead against yours. "does it feel too good, baby?" he asks. "i know, my cock just feels so good, doesn't it?" soobin brings a thumb to your cheek, wiping away a single tear. "what do you want, pretty? use your words. i know you can do it." he stares straight into your eyes, never breaking the eye contact. the man wants nothing more but for you to tell him directly what you want, it seems.

"i..." you stutter. "i wan.. want to come. p-please." soobin flashes a toothy grin, an innocent face compared to the way he changes his pace inside you; rutting into you like it's the end of the world. "is that so? come on my cock then."

soobin delivers a few more thrusts, and your vision turns white from how strong your orgasm is. by the time you come to, theres an increased wetness between the two of you, soobin's thighs covered in your sweet nectar.

and yet, he's still fucking you.

the sensitivity makes you moan, telling him that it's "too much" and that you "can't handle it." soobin hushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. "wait for me." he says, sternly.

soobin's thrusts grow harsher and harsher as he nears his climax. theres no way he hasnt dug into your stomach at this point, you think. his movements become rougher as well, groping your tits and sucking hickeys on any fresh skin he can get his hands on. "you're mine now, baby. no one can fuck you as well as i can." he growls. the newly possessive nature of his makes you moan out his name.

"fuck, you're so hot. you don't know how long i've been waiting to do this. say my name again." he demands. "s- soobin!" you cry out for him. soobin's thrusts falter, becoming sloppier and sloppier as he lets out a loud, breathy moan into your ear. "good girl."

minutes feel like hours when he finally gasps, pushing himself inside of you as far as he can before he fills you. warm, white ropes of cum paint your insides, marking himself inside of you. soobin pants exhaustedly, pulling out his softened cock before flopping back into the chair behind him.

"fuck."

[sexlapis]

# a snowy morning .·

𝗓𝖹𝗓 🦌 ⎯⎯ &. ♥︎

❤︎ toji x gn!reader

sfw, fluff, christmas season, petnames (‘kid’, ‘sweetie’), playing in the snow, old man toji, he’s a tiny bit mean but … <3

wc: 1.9k

a/n: just wanted some toji winter fluff…<3 merry christmas everyone ᒄ₍⁽ˆ⁰ˆ⁾₎ᒃ♪♬

masterlists

*

toji awakens with a startle at your shout, shooting up and out of bed, swiping his handgun from his bedside drawer and stumbling to where you stand, looking out of the bedroom window.

life away from the city was all toji wanted, along with peace and quiet, which is why you and toji live just on the outskirts of the woods, where your only neighbours are the wild animals that roam the surrounding forest.

and toji likes it that way; no annoying neighbours, no noisy cars, no air pollution and clear, vibrant skies where you can actually see the fucking stars when you look up.

but with you around…peace and quiet are nothing but foreign concepts.

“toji, look!” you exclaim. “it’s snowing! it’s- toji put that away.” you frown at him, referring to his gun.

“what’s with all that yelling?” he grunts, lowering his weapon and instead unsafely using it to scratch his back.

“it’s snowing! it must’ve started when we slept!”

toji huffs, his heart slowing down a little in relief. “alright, let’s jus’-”

“it’s so deep too. and it looks so soft. i’m going outside!”

after your sporadic ramble, you’re flinging out of your pyjamas and into thicker, warmer clothes.

“it’s six in the morning.” toji deadpans, blinking away the sleep in his eyes and ruffled by you shocking him awake.

you were always so spontaneous with your plans, he could hardly keep up with them.

“no! it could be melted by then,” you claim, throwing a large, cream-coloured sweater over your head, “put your clothes on, you're coming with me.”

“now why am i involved?” he asks, rhetorically of course, since he’s already heading to his wardrobe and picking out a black fleece along with a long sleeved shirt.

he should really stand his ground more, show you who’s in charge and who makes the rules around here. after all, it is his house.

but when you look at him so expectantly, hoping for him to agree, he knew that he would only comply with your wishes.

and you know that too.

“someone needs to help me build the snowman!”

*

minutes later, you’re skipping in the sparse forest behind the house, travelling through crunchy snow to the best of your abilities, leaving uneven footprints in your path as toji trails behind you, chiding you to slow down.

frosty, crisp air bites at your exposed face, sure to ache when you get back inside to the warmth. the wintry sky is painted in a pale periwinkle, cloudless and plain lest for the faded crescent moon that follows you on your merry way.

you leave the forest and you are welcomed to the wide, vast and picturesque landscape of the field you and toji commonly frequent. said field is completely blanketed in a white sheet of pure snow, going on for miles and miles, glittering in the morning glow.

“kid, what’d i say.” toji huffs, coming to stand beside you with a hand supporting his back, a little out of breath. “what a view, huh?”

“mhm!” you agree and then you’re plopping right down into the snow, repeatedly spread and closing your arms and legs, more strenuous than you expected, “come make a snow angel, toji! next to me. not too close though or you’ll mess mine up.”

toji sighs, mostly fond, breath leaving his nose and he clambers onto the snowy ground with his knees cracking, something you then proceed to make fun of him for and he flicks snow at you.

“toji, that got in my mouth!” you sputter and spit, glaring at a flailing toji who attempts to make a snow angel. his long, big limbs make the movement look heavy and odd, causing you to snort in his face.

“what’re you laughin’ at?” he grunts, his expression determined like he’s in a competition to make the greatest snow angel of all time. snow splatters all around him from his brash actions.

he looks so cute like this, you think. rosy cheeks, the sweet dimple on his left cheek that appears when he grins, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkled even more as he smiles and entertains you.

“okay, that’s enough!” you stand, brushing the snow away from your body, “get up. i wanna see what they look like.”

toji sticks his hand out, “‘right, help me up.”

“oh toji..” you mutter in faux annoyance before you clasp both of your gloved hands around his one, groaning with the struggle of lifting him up.

“i’m not that heavy, sweetie,” huffs toji, clapping his covered hands, causing snow to powder all around him, “okay, what’d you think?”

you both observe at the snow angels created by your bodies. they are…simply a mess and bundle of piled up mess, shapeless silhouettes dented into the snow, the size difference between them almost comical.

“…yeah it’s looks great ♡,” you smile, looking to toji who nods in agreement, clearly pleased with himself.

*

“okay! toji you make the body and i’ll do the head!” you call out to him from a distance after playing and prancing around in the know. you’ve already begun rolling out a small ball of firm snow along the ground.

meanwhile, toji’s snowball is already up to his knee. he shuffles and rolls his huge globe of snow around the field, leaving swirls and spirals in the sheet of snow behind him.

“how is yours so big already?!” you screech, glancing down at your pitiful snow ball, “we just started!”

“‘cos while i was getting down to business you were doin’ backflips in the fuckin’ snow.”

“hey!” beyond your better judgement, you launch the ball of snow right at toji, striking him square in the chest.

a quiet “ufff” leaves toji’s mouth and he peers at his once black winter coat that is now splattered in snow. then, he slowly raises his head back to you, a malicious glint in his eyes.

“ohhh, you really shouldn’t ‘a done that, kid…”

toji’s lifts what is supposed to be the body of the snowman and stalks towards you in swift strides. you scream, already on your feet and dashing away downhill, squealing and cackling as toji runs after you with the giant snowball in his arms, a sight that would be absurd to onlookers if there were any.

your foot slides off the floor and up into the air, landing on your back onto the pillow of snow, leaving you completely at toji’s mercy.

it took a mere four or five steps for him to keep up with you. quite sad on your part, really.

toji’s looms over you, a wicked grin on his lips as he holds the large snowball in his hands, “i hate to have ’ta do this but…”

“toji, please! have mercy-”

but your words fall on deaf ears. toji’s raises the vast ball of snow, creating a shadow over your vision, and your eyes are bulging, your stomach dropping slightly as he promptly drops the snow onto your awaiting body.

you gasp. luckily, your winter coat protected you from the bite of the snow, the clothing now caked with snow.

toji pats his hand for good measure right over your body, sprinkling snow on your face.

“how’s that, huh?” he smirks before noticing how you’re covering your face with the back of your hands, your shoulders shaking slightly.

shit.

“shit,” he crouched down and going to comfort you, thinking he took this game a little too far, “kid, you okay? ‘m sorry-”

a snowball is smashed into the side of his face.

“ha!” your giggles fill the bitter air and you shove him into the snow, jumping up and scurrying off, “got youuuuuuu!”

“oh, you fucking-” toji springs to his feet, shaking the snow his face, the area now red and flushed, “yeah, you better run!”

you and toji chase each other through the snow, launching snowballs at each other, noses rosy and cheeks aching from smiles and laughter, breaths heaving and hearts running as you both reveal in this newfound peace and joy.

playful, free and happy.

toji tackles you, cupping the back of your head as you fall to the ground softly.

he hovers over you. the hat that previously covered his head is long gone, most likely buried within the surrounding snow. his raven locks point in all directions and droplets of snow seasoned in his hair. tender, rounded eyes decorated with fluttering, thick lashes study you adoringly and you feel like hiding your face as your heart bursts in your chest.

you bite your lip and say, “i think i won.”

“yeah, sure you did.” toji rolls his eyes, shaking his head and kissing your nose, “c’mon, let’s go. it’s just gonna get colder, anyway.”

“i wanted to go ice skating on the lake, though…”

toji rises to his knees, lifting you up with him. he sweeps the snow from your hair and scans your body, his actions instinctual at this point, “yeah, yeah, we’ll go tomorrow, promise.”

you seem satisfied with his answer, allowing him to stand you up.

“i want a piggyback ride, please” you beam at him, and…toji is a weak man. only for you.

seconds later, he is letting you mount him like a horse and he begins the journey back to the cosy home you both created for yourselves.

toji’s large, strong stature makes you feel safe, protected. it always has. and with the smoothness of his steps, you find drifting off into a momentary rest against his broad shoulders.

*

the next time you come to, you’re on the couch of your living room, the fireplace crackling and illuminating the dim room. a fluffy, lengthy blanket protects you from the slight chill in the air which is also permeated with the scent of chocolate. you blink, licking your lips and yawning. you are by yourself, you note as you stretch and sit up on your knees.

shortly after that thought, toji walks in, holding two mugs of what you presume to be hot coco.

“hey, sweetie,” he coos, wishing to keep the quiet atmosphere, “got ya some hot coco,” he hands you the cup, placing his own on the coffee table and taking a seat right next to you, “‘fell asleep on the way back. musta been tired from waking up at ass ‘o clock, huh?”

you pout, gulping some of the chocolatey beverage which has your mouth hot and warming up your insides. you stick your tongue out at him, feeling too drowsy to even refute his snipe.

toji huffs, grinning softly. he licks his thumb and wipes the corner of your mouth to get rid of a chocolate stain.

“ugh, toji.” you grunt, “gross.”

“c’mon i've done worse than that.”

you grumble, sipping on your hot drink and ignoring his short chuckles.

he shifts closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “c’mere.”

toji is so big and so warm and so soft and just so tender. you’re dropping your mug next to toji’s and snuggling up right beside him, also wrapping your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed up against his firm chest. it’s the perfect fit and you’ve never felt so content.

“hmm..think i’m gonna fall asleep again…”

“that's alright, baby.” toji hums, kissing the top of your head and smoothing your hair down. he loved the feeling of you in his arms, it made him feel like the protector that he is at his core, something he’d forgotten so much about - the true nature of himself.

“go to sleep,” and you are already passed out, fast asleep on toji’s firm body. he nuzzles against the top of your head and closes his eyes, breathing you in and holding you close.

he can stay here, with you in his arms, far away from the rest of the world, forever.

*

a/n: have a very merry christmas everyone! please make sure to rest and stay healthy ^_^🎄💚❤️

[iheartjameshetfield]

CAN WE GET A SLASH AND JAMES THREESOME VISUAL 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

YES WE CAN 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

i’m not even gonna bother with how they got into this situation and just get straight into this story, buckle up.

james was standing by the edge of the bed, palming himself through his boxers while slash grinds himself against your naked cunt behind you on the bed.

you were practically panting like a dog, almost begging for james’ and slash’s cocks to be inside you in any way. you grind back against slash as you place kisses on james’ shaft over his underwear.

“god, she’s so fuckin’ eager to be stuffed” james would cup his hand over your jaw, forcing your mouth open with his thumb as you already start to suck on it.

“she’s a slut, is what she is. she’s fucking dripping down her thighs.” slash comments, unexpectedly gathering your wetness with his fingers, causing you to gasp.

his hands connect with your ass, spreading them open so that he can easily sink into you with a breathy moan. james was quick to pull his underwear down, slapping his dick against your face as you pathetically open your mouth, needing him to fuck your face.

“oh, you want it?” he basically mocks you, laughing as your eyes beg.

he wastes no time to fuck that cute mouth of yours, easing himself in. you gag, quickly pulling yourself off of him to cough.

“don’t be a baby. you can take it.”

he grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you over him, not caring about your protests to give you a minute to breathe as you gag and splutter, your drool making a mess over his balls as it drips down his thighs.

both slash thrust at the same time as if they want to meet in the middle, causing you to feel so full. slash rests on his heels so he could have a better view of your pussy swallowing him up, making him shudder.

“you love being our little cockslut? huh? fuck yeah you do, can feel you squeezin’ me, shit.”

slash reaches around and starts to rub tight circles on your clit, stimulating you. you writhe underneath them, your moans vibrating through james’ cock, adding to his pleasure. for a while, he helps you bob your head over him, but then he just can’t handle it anymore.

he grabs your face with his hands, thrusting relentlessly into your mouth, using your throat as a fleshlight. your thighs begin to tremble, not being to handle any more as you start to feel a familiar knot in your abdomen.

“she’s close, i can feel it.” slash comments, causing you to nod your head in agreement as james continues to use your mouth. “gonna cum so deep in you, yeah?”

you start to fuck back against slash, needing your release. slash speeds up his ministrations on your clit, determined to get you and himself to each other’s climaxes.

“come on, pretty girl, cum for me.” you moan at his words as you shatter, your sticky cum trickling down as slash fucks you through your orgasm. his own rips in when you clench him repeatedly, the tightness making it hard for him to hold back as he cums in hot spurts inside of you.

james can feel his own orgasm approaching, a certain tightness becoming to much for him to hold in. you pushed your face into him, your nose against his pubic bone as he stills inside you. he brings his hand to your neck and quickly strokes himself through your throat, bringing him to his orgasm as he empties his load into you, his cum sliding from your lips.

you bring one of your hands up to james’ thigh, squeezing it as a way to tell him that you couldnt handle it anymore and that you needed a break.

as much as he didn’t want to, he pulled away as you fall into a fit of coughs, your body giving out as you lay limp on the bed. you let out tiny humps to help you with your aftershocks as you calm down.

“thank you” you croak out, your voice coarse from the throat-fucking

“oh, we’re not done yet.” slash claims as if it were obvious, causing you to let out a dumb ‘huh’

“come on. be a good girl and turn around for us.” james orders as you stare at him dumbfounded.

slash pats your thigh to hurry you up. with trembling thighs and shaky arms, you manage to push yourself up, turning around so that you’d be face to face with slash’s hard cock and your ass would be facing james.

james delivers a harsh slap to your ass, causing it to turn a bright pink as you whine. slash gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he guides himself into your mouth. your jaw hurts from when james had used you just moments ago.

you take a deep breath through your nose when james slips into you so easily, your cunt not being able to handle anymore friction, but they didn’t care. you were there for their pleasure and their pleasure only.

you let them use you since you really didn’t have the energy to stop them. you swirl your tongue around slash’s tip as you deep-throat him as you shoot him your best puppy eyes look, causing him to groan and curse.

“oh, you can do better than that. faster.” slash commands.

this catches james attention. he leans over you, his chest on your back as he moves your head over slash’s cock, matching it with the speed of his thrusts.

“atta girl, just like that.” he praises when he lets go of you, seeing you continue to pleasure slash this way. the smacking of your ass against james’ thighs and the wet sounds coming from your cunt is what spurs them on.

with each thrust, james goes harder, determined to make you cum again. you feel his balls slapping against your clit, causing your second orgasm to approach you even quicker than before from the overstimulation. your repeated moans and whimpers sends slash into a frenzy, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

he quickly pulls out, stroking himself over your face as you stick out your tongue. you and slash’s moans mingle together, the two of you racing to see who’ll finish first.

the both of you cum in hot spurts, you over james’ cock and slash on your face and tongue. the sight was enough to send james over the edge too. right before he cums, he pulls out to flip you on your back, wanting to mark you.

he forces your thighs open as he strokes his dick over your soaked pussy, your cum-covered, fucked out state sending him over the edge. he watches as his cum blends perfectly with yours’ and slash’s from previously, spreading your folds to watch them leak out.

“so fuckin beautiful.” james compliments.

“you did so good for us, yeah?” slash would trike your hair as you attempt to calm down.

i feel like it was such an abrupt ending but what more can i add? 💀

I NEED THEM

[venusbby]

TOO LUCKY — 🪽 *ﾟ⁠+ itoshi rin.

"rin, please don't move. oh my god, dont move!"

"im not, it's the wind." he grumbles as he shifts just a little on the grass, contrary to his words as you groan in frustration but still continue to click the white circle repeatedly.

you can't stop the squeal that leaves you as you look at all the numerous pictures (most of them being shaky) you just clicked in one go. your lips curve into a wide smile as you gush over the pictures. "all of this is going on my pinterest and my instagram and everything that lets me post pictures."

he leans forward just a little, peeking into your phone, the afternoon sunlight making him squint his eyes. he watches you swipe through multiple photos of him to see what's so special about it, until you stop at the photo that makes you gasp in astonishment, and he's staring with wide eyes too.

most of the pictures were shaky and not as great because of how excited you were, yet that one clear picture looks so different. rin can't believe that's him, lips slightly parted as he blinks and tries to find some sort of imperfection— to find absolutely nothing.

nothing but his dark hair and the grass in the background, the black and green contrasting in the bright sunlight as little white flowers struggle to stay intact in those straight strands of his. his hand covering his eyes in the photo due to how bright it was as he faced the sun. you were glad he didn't have his eyes open or else the picture would have been on the completely different level.

you let out a soft breath after a few seconds of looking at that picture and zooming in. "that's... so pretty."

rin doesn't speak, he just stares, and then quickly begins to ruffle his hair as the remaining flowers fall out on the grass under you both. while he looks down as he does that, his face fills up with heat that is definitely not from the sun. "whatever. im pretty sure i have tiny insects in my hair now."

you huff at his attempt to move on from such a beautiful picture, but help him anyway. your hand ruffles his hair with more love and force than necessary, making him grunt.

now he's free from all the flowers, but his hair looks like a mess.

a bad mess, but he still looks so breathtaking and you don't know how.

in one swift movement, you bring your phone up again and click one more picture. he curses, before reaching for the phone and tackling you on the grass in the process, making you yelp as you both get tangled together.

he breathes heavily as he pins you down, finally getting a hold of your phone and placing it beside you both on the mat that's occupied by the baskets full of snacks and fruits and other stuff you brought for the picnic. "enough."

you smile softly, blinking up at him as his face is inches away, his shadow casted over you, blocking the sun from getting into your eyes. he just keeps looking more and more beautiful, and your heart keeps on racing and racing. your fingers somehow interlock with his in this position, his legs tangled with yours as he settles on top of you completely.

"i'm too lucky, i think." you whisper, your eyes drowning themselves in his as you make no attempt to resist him— resist the way he was leaning closer and closer because of how tempting your lips look.

"that's not true. im too lucky." he whispers back after a minute or so, his nose brushing against yours as he presses himself more onto you, his other hand reaching beside him again to pick up a weak flower from the grass, from the many flowers that he had very roughly shuffled out of his hair a few minutes ago.

he places that one little flower into your hair carefully. you look beautiful. he's too lucky.

then he kisses you tenderly. his usually soft lips are slightly chapped from how long you've been in the sun and the hot summer air these days, but he can't think of how embarrassing it is because whenever you're kissing him, he gets lost in something that he never wants to escape from.

his tongue slips into your mouth as you hold the back of his head gently and your nails scratch his scalp. just before you two can get too carried away, you feel a buzzing sound around you and gasp as you pull away and quickly bury your face in his neck, covering your ears. "there's an insect—"

he lets out some mix of a sharp breath and a chuckle, before covering you with himself as he looks around for any possible insects— to find none. he's resting his elbow right beside your head and putting his weight on it to keep from completely falling on top of you. "it's gone. don't worry."

you slowly stop hiding, and an embarrassed smile makes its way on your face. "sorry. can we, um—"

"yeah." rin gives a small, teasing smile. and then he kisses you again.

all i do is write pointless drabbles that somehow mean a lot to me. what has this blog become? venusdrabbles? bye.

[anantaru]

✧ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ DEC 3RD — WARMING YOU UP

featuring: eula, yelan, ei, shenhe, ningguang, dehya, arlecchino, nilou x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, oral(fem! receiving), scissoring, fingering, ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ | event.

✧ 𝐄𝐔𝐋𝐀

"more.."

your squealing and whining as a response to eula's middle finger filling you up had her smiling lovingly, pumping her digit back and forth your wet pussy. Her eyes, that reminded you of the beguiling sight of the evening sun, taunting you.

"your mind is wandering, i want you to concentrate on me."

her command was clear to you, beckoning to her request and showing your pleasure through your glassy eyes, it was so clear to you, overthrowing, that goosebumps arose onto your skin in heavy spurts.

you weren't sure how eula was able to keep her voice so calm while whirling you into a desperate mess, your mouth pulling a silent O at her dangerous play. Her enhancing curves only added onto the growing ache within your legs, your filthy slick coating the inside of her hand.

"I'm sorry, eula.."

with her shifting closer in a sudden motion, you noticed eula's sweet scent soothing your figure, dandelion seeds mixed together with cecilias, your favorite smell and she knew, yet she wouldn't admit that she only put it on for your sake.

her lips skimmed over your jawline, priding herself on making your cute little head dizzy, finger fucking your sore cunt. Locking yourself into each others embrace your dripping pussy flexed around her, sucking her fingers in and marking them up.

keeping it punctuated, eula added another finger to your sobbing insides, testing your body and applying more pressure to repeatedly nudge the sweet, sensual spots in your squishy walls, grazing over the spongy sensation with her fingernails and archons, the stinging pain was better than you expected.

the torment in your thighs got all the more desperate, you were so graceful in her eyes, so gentle and pure, everything she demanded, you did.

your moans filled the room and turned the air warm, eula's lips melted into yours to shush your tiny pleas, pressing her tongue into you without haltering the strokes of her digits, curving them up which was one of the sexiest things you had ever experienced her do.

humming appreciatively, she trapped you under her body, her breasts pushing against your own with her adding her thumb to your shivering clit, digging her finger into the flesh and rubbing you fiercely now.

with you being breathless, a moaning mess, eula continued to watch your beauty, pleasuring your soul and caressing you with endearment and intense appreciation, wondering on how she was able to become this lucky to have you by her side, as her girlfriend and partner.

✧ 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍

"you know that in any other case, i'm not a lover of sweet dishes, do you?"

you whipped your head left and right with yelan being nudged deeply in between your legs, mapping out the entirety of your sensitivity with her skilled, menacing tongue.

she was just unforgiving with her pace, not giving a damn if you can actually keep up with her, at all.

"you might be the only sweet snack I don't mind getting addicted to."

the more she'd taunt you like that, the more she talked to you while being busy with your cunt, a pleasant warm shiver would roll over your spine and get a hold of you. You’re arching your back off the mattress before yelan pushed you back into the damp cushions, ultimately stilling her fingers on your breasts.

"yelan.. please."

your words slurred and broke off entirely when your breathing hitched at her finger pads pinching your erected nipple, twisting and turning it in her hold, greedily and simultaneously licking you, tapping her tongue into your hole with your slick drying down on her taste buds.

her lips were pulled back into a wry smile which had you shudder, knocking the air out of your lungs as you tangled your fingers into her dark blue hair, slightly tugging her into your warmth further so her nose would nudge your shaking clit.

with your stomach dropping at her delicious sucks on you, you cried out her name with your eyes being covered in tears and eternal bliss, releasing your sweet essence on her needy tongue at last.

your short screams were hidden by the back of your hand with your body jolting forward, panting for more and overstimulation getting the best out of you when yelan's tongue never stopped working, sliding and collecting your slightly bitter slick on your folds and smearing it messily on her cheeks.

savoring the only sweet dish she tolerated.

✧ 𝐄𝐈

"ei, look at me."

with your hand nudging her tear stained cheek, you continued to roll your pussy against her own, hoisting one of her legs over your shoulder for more support and additional stability.

"I'd never keep my eyes off you."

she admitted with a hooded expression, angling her hips up so you'd rub your warmth over her slick covered folds stronger, her breasts spilling to the side as you caught them, squeezing the mounds in the palm of your hand and letting them quill over in between your fingers.

"you're so fucking ravishing."

truthfully, you couldn't get enough of your girlfriend, how bewitching and graceful with her face painted as dizzy, her tongue slightly lolled out and her chin being covered in her own spit, salivating on your punctuated rubs on her tingling cunt.

if you didn't know any better, it appeared as if ei was slightly embarrassed by your ways of dirty talk, her lips bending up into a piddling smile as she trapped her lower lip in between her sharp teeth, dragging it into her mouth as she cried out yet again.

this time it was your name that left her and fuck, it was mind-numbing, your core was swirling in your lower area and threatening to spill on her wet pussy. You whimpered before pulling your hips back for a second to spit on her folds, her cunt was enticing and addictive, sobbing and begging to be filled by your fingers.

"faster, please, love me faster."

as of in a haze of utter lust and passion, ei boldly dug her fingers into your thighs, dragging your cunt over her own and applying strength you only wished to have.

she really wanted to know it now, she wanted to release and show you just how much she appreciated and loved you, how it was only you who could make her scream and writhe like that.

developing into a breathless mess, you arched your spine with your toes curling achingly, muscles stinging at the stir as the numb in your belly broke, body staggering at the sensation of coming undone on her.

"fuck.. my love." ei was crying out, catching her climax the same time as you with her lips drawn into a messy pout. It wasn't often for you to hear her swear, but archons was it hot. You were hissing into her touches as you placed tiny kisses on her knee to soothe and skim over her bare flesh.

yet you did it in a subtle way to establish yourself as the one in control of this, your possessiveness only the reason for ei to begin to play with herself in front of you again, wanting you once more and hoping you will return her call.

✧ 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄

shenhe's beauty was intriguing, her pale skin all the more glowing under your body as you rutted your knee into her, taunting and wiggling it ever so often to listen to her choked moans and take them all in.

with the fire set in her lower region, she starvingly got a grasp on your leg to grind herself into you much harsher, her fluids staining your flesh with her clit appearing in a red hue, abused and touch starved, wanting to feel you so badly it began to hurt her immensely.

in any other event, shenhe would turn frustrated whenever her emotions got the best of her, whenever you teased and edged her on until she simply couldn't take it anymore.

with that, in one swift motion she placed her hands on your shoulders to change positions with you, now towering over your figure, her strength was remarkable and alluring.

"shenhe.."

you were squealing under her as the first finger prodded on your sensitive clit, "i'm sorry, was it too much?" with your question, you of course, deserved an answer, a half whimpered half growled sound being all the acknowledgement you had to hear to understand.

you snapped your hips forward, hard and punctuated, yet she held you down so you couldn’t move.

"I have no use for something as time consuming as teasing, i prefer to finish my target quickly." you couldn't help yourself but giggle at her declaration, lidded eyes admiring her further.

you admitted to yourself that, yes, shenhe really didn't have a way with words, any other person would be slightly concerned by what she just stated but with you knowing her particularly well, you only adored her more.

"your target? and here i thought i‘m your girlfriend." the sounds that the stuffing of your cunt indicated had shenhe near her own orgasm, yet chasing yours was for some reason much more enticing, tasteful and addictive.

"you're my girlfriend but right now, you're also my target." with her moving closer, she shyly pecked your lips, her clear eyes shining like diamonds in the sky.

"you don’t mind, right my love?" she drove into you, pushing two fingers together to rock them against you quickly, shallow thrusts and sloppy ruts, creating friction between her digits and your spongy walls.

"i can life with that." your mind went tumbling into oblivion with a delighted smile overlaying your face, crying and whining at her consuming touch.

✧ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐍𝐆

ningguang's beauty shone into the world, archons, she was captivating.

her soothing words and calm pleas as the sweetest of her lullabies, her moans filled you with great contentment and utter devotion, loyalty to pleasure her body.

she intrigued you with both her grandiose attitude and the way she held herself with complete strength. You spread her legs, your fingers dancing unconsciously over her sweet skin when you lowered your head to her warm pussy.

her folds were soft and their rosy colour bright yet earthen, a tiny peck being the first of many things that had her moan your name.

"you better not keep a lady waiting." ningguang twirled her nipple in between her thumb and pointer finger, her body was engulfed in the silky, golden sheets on her king sized bed as you showed her your greatest smile.

"I'd never, my lady."

flattening your tongue, you placed your digits on the underside of her folds to spread her for you, mapping the insides of the flesh with the tip of your wet muscle.

her hands found your hair, digging you into her warmth while massaging your scalp, the slight ache at the way she tug on your strands had you in a tight grip, capturing her pussy with your lips.

the most important thing was for you that she enjoyed herself, ningguang was a busy person and you wanted her to have all her desires covered and fulfilled.

you closed your plump lips around her clit before suckling on the little nerves, changing your approach with her hips rocking into your face.

ningguang cried out and moaned feverishly, a more whiny sound and undertone accompanied her words, different from the ones she had been making before as you adjusted your tempo, developing it into a fast and rough flick of your tongue while massaging her core.

the prickled goosebumps nipped at her pale skin, the curves of her breasts shining with a faint layer of sweat laced within them.

how can someone still look as good as ningguang while being covered in perspiration and filth?

with her indulging in you, you were pleased, caring about nothing more but that very moment, her glistering, bare skin was being pleasured, caressed, by you and no one else, most importantly it was worshipped the way she very much deserved it.

✧ 𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐀

dehya's hands pooled over your breasts, draping her body over your own as she continued to play with your mounds, a bulb of saliva drooling out of her lips to apply it onto your swollen nipples.

trailing her bare skin on you and slightly retracting her position, her warm pussy was now against your thigh, rubbing herself while suckling on your buds.

you gasped with her wetness coating your leg, nudging it into her cunt to have her writhe above you like a starved woman, her hips circling and dancing on you.

for you, it was as if trapped in a fantasy that's even more intoxicating in reality, the arousing taste of her lips closing on your nipple to suckle on it was bathing you in pure bliss.

your eyes fell in where your bodies met, observing and catching a glimpse of skin on skin as dehya reached up to your face, touching your cheeks so gently, as if you would break into pieces if she was to apply just a tiny bit of pressure.

"my beauty."

moving her leg up to your cunt, you gasped at the pleasure with dehya knowing it will drive you mad.

"i want you to experience pleasure beyond compare, inflicted by me and no one else."

you focused on her crystal eyes, her plump lips and natural curves of her body, roaming your hands over her bare figure to capture her ass into your palms, greedily squeezing the flesh and pulling her back and forth.

her back was arched and her hips pushed down to your leg while simultaneously rutting her own thigh into your mewling pussy, the room was damnably erotic and completed with your girlfriend‘s sniffles and groans.

the connection in this very moment was electric, overthrowing, like fire sparks melting in your skin, fondling and grabbing onto each other to gradually bring you to an overflowing desiring orgasm.

✧ 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎

arlecchino‘s skin was smooth and flawless, without a single imperfection, it was only natural for you to run your fingertips across her thighs and ass while she was pleasently seated on your face, chasing her release.

tangling into each other and the silky sheets, her moans trembled as you looped one of your arms around her legs to flick her clit with your fingers, pinching and tugging on the tiny bundles of joy.

"you‘re so obedient, doing such a good job for me."

thumbing over her words, you moaned into her cunt with the vibrations being set free on her lower regions. Arlecchino held herself onto the headboard for additional stability, riding your face and smearing her goey essence over your warm cheeks, enjoying every moment of your groans.

she adored whenever you looked like a mess, whenever you were covered in nothing but filth, her filth. A wicked gleam caught your eyes as you locked her gaze into yours, watching her come undone through your wet lashes.

"you‘re going to swallow it all, don’t you even dare to go against my orders." even through her uneven panting and gritted teeth, her commands were clear with you following suit.

beckoning and nodding your head frantically, you pulled her further into your embrace, her thighs tightly wrapped around your face and knocking you out of breath. With the rough way she was clamping around you, you could‘ve sworn you heard a ringing in your ears, the pressure overwhelming.

tossing her head back, she hooked her fingers into your hair and janked you up, setting your scalp on fire and moaning hard as she cummed with her ruts becoming sloppy but greedy, her fluids escaping her in an outburst and trailing down your chin.

you did your best to slurp it all up, as she ordered you to, the bitter substance making you flinch yet in your opinion there wasn‘t a better taste in this world, couldn‘t be. Your master was utterly perfect, beautiful and bewitching and her essence being the very thing you craved on a daily basic.

"look at the mess you made." she watched you in a belittling way, your muscles trembling as she rose up from you, staring down with an unimpressed expression at your fucked out state with her hair falling in her face, sticking on her forehead.

whines were hidden in the back of your throat, suddenly arlecchino lowered herself with her mouth sliding over where her wet and warm substance was still sticking on, guzzling it out and tasting herself.

"you forgot a drop, how ill mannered you are dear. now now, how do i punish you for this?"

✧ 𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔

the lack of movement on your fingers was driving nilou into madness, her lips carved into a slight pout as she gritted her teeth, wrapping her slender fingers around your wrist to force you to move already.

"what do you want, tell me."

catching a swell of her fluids pool out of her cunt, which was still very much stuffed with three of your fingers, she responded through a tightened jaw, "i want you to move, please."

her moans sounded more like whines, pleas, her crying eyes scrunched shut as your digits shifted in her, digging your pads into her velvety walls with her hole flexing around you.

"like that?"

succeeding to elicit a satisfied smirk on her lips, you scissored her tiny hole, spreading her with your fingers buried deep in her pussy.

"yes. yes!" she ventilated heavily against your face, her warm breath tickling your cheeks when you placed a sloppy kiss on her forehead, nose, each cheek and ultimatly stilling yourself on her lips, suckling on the flesh.

her mewls were buried by your pecks, her soft, elastic folds were gently loosening up with each shudder, her shaking thighs trembling in utter tense and loss of control.

the pressure you applied was perfect in her eyes, nilou couldn't help herself but grab onto one of your breasts, playing with your hardened nipples and squeezing the mounds to get rid of the building ache in her stomach.

losing herself in the moment, she shuffled her hips into you, meeting your pace half way as she came hard with a strangled moan, her cute cheeks fading a red tone that was all the more arousing to you.

you slipped your fingers, which were sticking together with her fluids, out of her clenching hole as you abruptly pushed them past her plump lips, letting her nuckle and taste herself.

crying out red faced, nilou couldn't hold your gaze, too embarrassed as she squalled around your fingers, greedily slurping it all up while continuing to fondle with your breasts, wanting to pleasure you so badly now.

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[yuurei20]

Short Translation from Twisted Wonderland the second novel: Ruggie in the Cafeteria (pt2/4)

"Thinking about it, Yuuya realizes that he can’t recall having ever seen Japanese food or sweets since coming here. The snacks in the cafeteria and the school store always seemed to be more in line with what he imagines American and British cuisine to be like.

Just thinking about familiar flavors has Yuuya craving them, but if an-bread is being sold here, then Japanese food must exist after all. Yuuya feels relieved.

‘It’s a sweet pastry. It’s like cream bread, but with sweetened beans inside,’ Yuuya explains.

Grim wrinkles his nose with a ‘hmm' sound. While not uninterested, he still hugs his sandwich with both arms. ‘I don’t really get it--I’m not about to trade for such a tiny bun!’

‘That’s what I figured,’ Ace chuckles. Yuuya and Deuce had had the same thought.

The stubborn Grim willingly swapping his large winnings for a small consolation prize—the world turning upside down is far more likely.

‘Oh, come now. Let’s not be like that. Here, I insist.’

Ruggie offers out the mini-an bread and, to everyone’s disbelief, Grim offers out his deluxe menchi katsu sandwich in exchange.

‘What!?’ Yuuya and the others gasp aloud.

‘Unbelievable—what’s next, a storm tomorrow?’ Deuce mumbles. Yuuya and Ace nod, repeatedly.

But, strangely, Grim seems just as shocked as they are, if not more. His eyes are wide in disbelief, as though he cannot comprehend what he is seeing, and he is staring down at his own hands.

‘Wha—What’s goin’ on!? My front paws, just on their own, they’re…’

‘There we go—trade complete. Shi-shi-shi.’

Ruggie quickly snatches the sandwich from Grim, leaving the little an-bread in its place.

‘Man, I sure lucked out, finding such a kind underclassman to trade with. That an-bread is real good, too. So good, in fact, you’re gonna wish it wasn’t so small.’

Grim lunges for his sandwich, but Ruggie evades him smoothly, with a smile.

Tumbling to the floor Grim cries out in despair, ‘My deluxe menchi katsu sandwich! Give it back!’

‘It’s mine, now. And with that—toodles.’

Ruggie darts away, and Grim moves to give chase. ‘Wait!’ Deuce stops him cold, glancing around them and lowering his voice. ‘Look around. We’re surrounded by Savanaclaw guys.’

Every single student around them is boasting a yellow armband.

‘Hey. You got some business with our dorm?’

‘We’ll hear what you have to say, then.’

Large, burly students have formed a wall before them. Ace is quick to intervene, with a smile. ‘Nope, not a thing! Just messing around a bit, is all, mindin’ our business. Right guys?’

Yuuya vigorously nods his head.

‘Just as long as you get it.’

By the time they have all dispersed, Ruggie is no where to be seen.

‘Where’d he go!’

‘Grim, just give up,’ Ace shakes his head. ‘You can’t take on a bunch of Savanaclaw guys on your own. You’d never win.’"

[neopuppy]

CMND/CTRL (M)

Preview: “Jeno, do you want some ramen?” Haechan bounces on his heels with an adorable smile. Lifting a steaming pot of noodles in front of the Alphas face.

“Excuse me??” Jeno’s scowl deepens. “What did you just call me?”

Haechan’s eyes go wide, lips pouting around the shape of an ‘O’. “Hyung..Jeno hyung.. I forget sometimes.”

Jeno straightens, looming above Haechan’s only slightly smaller frame as much as he can. “Next time you forget, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Pairing: alpha Jeno x omega Haechan x female omega reader

Word Count: 7.2k+

Genre: a/b/o AU, pwp..mild plot, filth, fwb, M/F, mostly M/M, sub Haechan, hard dom Jeno, one shot

Smut Warning: Haechan’s ass gets absolutely destroyed, use of ‘hyung’, a face time call gone ‘wrong’, oral, rimming, anal, heavy degradation, hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, knotting

a/n: a late Haechan day gift🌻 rip that bussy🥳

2nd a/n: IB an anon who sent in this scenario. I lost your message sorry😭 I hope you see this and love it💙😇

As many other days tend to play out, you lay sprawled out on your roommates bed. Confined under the weight of his warmth as he smothers you with kisses.

“You think we can try it today?” Haechan asks with a hopeful glint flashing through his eyes.

“Which ‘it’ do you mean this time?” You say, seeking handfuls of his bottom. Shaking the nice fat that’s built-up after months of pilates and squat challenges you’ve tested out together. “What’s this perky little Omega ass need today?”

Haechan starts whining, curling into you like a kitten with his button nose running across your scent gland. “You still smell like him.”

“Ahh, so that’s why you're so needy huh?”

A muffled sound of embarrassment vibrates down your throat. The Omega sniffs noisily, licking over the area that carries the prominent scent of Alpha.

“I heard you yesterday.” He pants, pointedly grinding his hips down against your stomach. Hard enough for the tiny briefs he’s wearing to ride up. The thin cotton fabric cutting down on half of his buttcheeks enough for the peachy shape to stick out even more. “So loud, as always.”

“I’m sorry, you know how Jeno gets.” You breathe out, crushed under his working thrusts. The tip of his length pokes at your belly button repeatedly, lower half working up and down against your stomach.

“Can’t he get like that with me?” Haechan visibly blushes. His cheeks grow hotter against your neck. Doing his best to contain another whimper when the tips of your fingers find the wet spot forming on the back of his briefs. “Mmmph..”

“That’s what you want? A big strong Alpha to toss you around like a toy. Fuck you to tears?” You whisper, finding his earlobe to nibble on. The Omegas' broken whimpers grow louder, rolling his face in the crook of your neck. Panting hotly against your scent gland creating a mixture of smells. A mixture strong enough to blend his with the fleeting scent of Alpha clinging to your flesh. The combination sends his eyes rolling back, hips jerking up to meet the thrusts your fingers give.

“Fuck me like that,” Haechan’s nose scrunches. Lifting his face to meet your gaze with giant watery eyes, he lets out raspy squeaks the faster he starts to work against you. Ass clapping back to chase after your searching fingers. “Please, please, please. Need to be fucked hard, and stupid. Need to.”

His lips part, drooling on your mouth, licking up the mess of saliva spilling onto your chin. It turns hot at rapid speed, teeth clink together, damp foreheads covered in sweat knock against each other roughly. Pleads shift to begging, letting out a trail of ‘please please please’ between staggered breaths.

“Haechan, I don’t think I can do that..” you lament, awkwardly halting the sloppy kiss. His nose smashes into yours letting out an exhausted sigh. Thrusts slowing to a lazy pace with a small spurt of slick squeezing from his hole.

“Just once?” Haechan’s near teary as he asks again, sniffling away the first few trying to escape.

“I would baby,” you console, cupping his face to knead his cheeks softly. “I just don’t know how to..be like that. Maybe I can ask Jeno to show me..”

“I really do love what we have. But I just..” Haechan slumps off to your side. Sinking deeper into the mattress with a long tired sigh. “Listening to you with Jeno the other day.. I get so jealous sometimes wishing I could be the one screaming like my life depended on it the way you do.”

“Why don’t you call up Jaemin?” You suggest. The Alpha was known around town for being pretty rough in bed. Not that you’d know from experience with Jeno taking up too much of your time to hook-up with many others.

“Yeah I guess I could.” Haechan pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. “He’s younger than me though. Always going on about how he doesn’t really feel comfortable disrespecting me..”

“Ah, don’t mess around with me.” You beam, poking at his side until he squirms and breaks into a round of giggles. “You just want your big Alpha hyung Jeno to fuck your brains out. Don’t you?”

“Maybe I do!” With a loud shriek Haechan attacks you, kissing over your cheeks letting out little whines. “Maybe I want Jeno hyung fuck me until I’m seeing the gates of heaven!”

“Okay okay,” you laugh, turning to the side with your roomate. “Jeno’s coming over later today. What if I ask h—“

“No!” Haechan sits up. His eyebrows crush together, jutting out his lower lip. “He’ll get mad!”

Following to sit up with him, you roll your eyes. “Isn’t that the point? Don’t you want him to hate fuck you until you’re drowning in a bucket of your own slick?”

Haechan groans, dropping down against your chest. Releasing a ridiculously long sob. “More than anything!”

“My silly little Omega.” You coo, petting strands of his bangs away to kiss at his exposed forehead. “I think we can figure something out. I know how to manipulate that Alpha like the back of my hand..”

—————————————————-

The plan to get Haechan utterly fucked into oblivion was, so far, not going as planned.

“I can’t stand him.” Jeno complains under his breath. Failing another round of Call of Duty for the umpteenth time. His attention focused on a perky butt bouncing around in your kitchen.

“Leave him be. Haechan’s adorable.” You flick his shoulder, knowing better after numerous tantrums than to actually push at the Alpha mid-gaming.

“Haechan is a pest. You really couldn’t have chosen a worse roommate.” Jeno snaps. Dropping the controller in his grip as pots and pans hit tile flooring. Amplified by the Omega in the kitchen's dramatic loud shrieks.

“I think you two just need to kiss and patch things over.” You suggest slyly. Smiling when Haechan pops his head into view voicing an ‘oops’.

Your much too cute Omega roommate hops up and down, bursting out a squeak between teeth chattering together. Muttering to himself about how clumsy he can be sometimes.

“There’s nothing to patch up. Haechan is a nuisance is what he is.” Jeno’s glaring full of rage. Losing the level he’s on too distracted with anger toward the Omega cleaning up the mess of cooking tools spilling from a cabinet.

“You’re too harsh, don’t you think?” You prod his cheek, poking the beauty mark on his cheekbone. “Sounds like someones sexually frustrated.”

Jeno slowly shifts his eyes your way, snarling comically with his nostrils flaring. “Are you trying to piss me off so that I’ll pay attention to you?”

“Maybe.” You smirk, moving closer to his side to pull on his hair.

“You Omegas are all the same, dick on your brain at all times.”

“That’s not true!” You deny, tugging a tuft of the Alphas hair to annoy him. “We also think about food!”

Jumping up quickly, you grab onto Jeno’s wrists pulling him away from the couch. “Mmm I think Haechan’s making dinner.”

“Ugh.” The Apha grunts, stumbling to follow you. Gently pried toward the kitchen with your palms squeezing around his thick wrists. “Don’t want any if he made it.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Alpha!” You scoff, releasing him to peck your roommate on the cheek.

“Mmm, my favorite!”

Haechan smiles wide, returning a peck to your cheek. He lifts a forkful of noodles up, blowing the steam away. “Too spicy?”

“Mmm, just perfect.” You let him know between a mouthful of bites.

“I made it just how you said Jeno likes it!” Haechan whispers behind his hand. Picking up the freshly boiled meal, he turns to face the Alpha. Blinking up shyly at the taller, stepping closer to him with his shoulders lowered.

“Jeno, do you want some ramen?” Haechan bounces on his heels with an adorable smile. Lifting a steaming pot of noodles in front of the Alphas face.

“Excuse me??” Jeno’s scowl deepens. “What did you just call me?”

Haechan’s eyes go wide, lips pouting around the shape of an ‘O’. “Hyung..Jeno hyung.. I forget sometimes.”

Jeno straightens, looming above Haechan’s only slightly smaller frame as much as he can. “Next time you forget, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Haechan snorts, wiggling his hips and cracking into a huge toothy smile. “Ah Jeno hyung! You’re so cute when you get all threatening tough Alpha!”

Jeno’s eyes roll to the side, shaking his head more annoyed now. Unable to shake off the irritation that Haechan always manages to stir inside of him.

It has nothing to do with the way your roommate bends over lewdly while wearing the tiniest little shorts he’s ever seen. Too tight as they do nothing to hide every crevice and dip between the Omegas buttcheeks. Jeno gulps, mentally cursing when the thin fabric flutters right above Haechan’s hole.

No it’s not that.

It’s not the way he sits on his knees bouncing up and down whenever he wins a round playing Street Fighter against Jeno. The Alpha swears he’s doing it on purpose to distract him.

It also has nothing to do with that time Jeno needed to piss, rushing for your bathroom only to find the Omega completely nude with a leg lifted up on the sink counter, rubbing oil from the backs of his thighs up to the rounded globe of his smooth pretty ass..

No no, Jeno doesn’t recall those memories at random times. Especially not when he’s home alone and you text him photos from your roommates bed of your core covered in slick. Knowing in the back of his mind it’s not only your slick either.

Even now as Haechan scoops him a bowl full of ramen with all of his favorite toppings, adding in extra scallions and cheese that melts into the noodles exactly how he likes, he feels annoyed.

“Jeno hyung, take a bite! I followed a new recipe!” Haechan drags the Alpha to sit, setting down a large bowl that makes him salivate. He squeezes in by Jeno’s side with anticipation, rubbing together his palms eagerly waiting for his hyung to enjoy his efforts.

“I’m not hungry.” Jeno says flatly. Hearing a sound of disapproval as you follow to take up the space on his other side.

“Don’t be an ungrateful brat, it’s delicious!” You nudge him. “Besides, you’re gonna need your energy, Alpha.”

With another roll of his yes, he twirls a hefty amount of cheesy noodles. Pretending like his stomach didn’t just give him away with a rumble. “Fine.”

Jeno has to tighten his throat, nearly moaning when the perfectly seasoned broth touches his tongue. Cheese melts against the roof of his mouth, even the texture of the noodles are perfect.

“Do you like it hyung??” Haechan’s thigh bounces up and down against his. The Alpha not missing the jiggle the meaty flesh his inner thigh gives. Gaze lingering on the smooth supple skin too long to even bother correcting the Omega again.

“It’s not bad.” Jeno coughs, pretending to wipe his mouth with a napkin. “Could’ve used more time.”

“You’re such a terrible liar.” You mumble, noticing his avoidant eyes trying to hard to look at anything besides Haechan.

Maybe your plan was going better than you’d thought.

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“Fuck, you’re too much Alpha.” You smirk, laying down on your bed trying to catch your breath.

“I’m too much? Who kept saying- Alpha! Harder! Give it to me harder!” Jeno cocks a brow, laying down next to you setting a trail of kisses from your shoulder to your jaw. “It would take two of me to satisfy you enough.”

“Two of you would be murder, you’d be thrown in jail.” You joke. Swiping open your phone to text Haechan goodnight.

“Would you come to see me for conjugal visits?” Jeno asks, cuddling up to your back.

“How?? Who do you think you murdered?” You say snarkily with a click of your tongue.

Jeno laughs at that, layering kisses to your forehead lazily. More tired than he’d ever admit after today's excursion.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast tomorrow?” You ask him, scrolling through your phone reading off various nearby restaurants. Jeno’s squished in behind you nuzzling the back of your neck letting out small puppy like groans. Having spent the past few hours turning you from front to back, up and down, and sideways.

He croons, rubbing your hip in a nice massage after you whined about needing to stretch for 20 minutes before his next visit.

“You choose, whatever you want works for me.”

“Ugh, I’m craving chocolate chip pancakes for some reason.” Tapping open a nearby popular bakery, you sniff the air, finding yourself daydreaming of the freshly stacked fluffy treat. Swearing you can taste the chips melting on your tongue with each bite already.

“That sounds so good.” Jeno sighs, thinking about hot cocoa for some reason. Too hazy headed with his nose buried in your scent gland to catch the distinct scent of chocolate wafting in through the cracks beneath your bedroom door. “Let’s get that. I have a sudden hankering for chocolate now too.”

“Great minds think alike.” You add, inconspicuously. Biting down on your lower lip to keep a smile in.

Jeno muffles an agreement in your hair. Breath falling into a slow pattern as he drifts to sleep. Dreaming of winning a golden ticket to some insane candy factory where he swims through an endless river of delicious creamy chocolate..

When he comes to, his first instinct is to grab you and greet you with a morning kiss. Patting around your bed only to find it empty. His brows furrow, reaching for his phone on your nightstand to see a notification that you’ve messaged him.

You: ‘I went to grab us breakfast. Didn’t want to wake you up. Looked too cute asleep with drool on your chin🥹

All the reviews said to line up an hour before the bakery opens because it’s so popular. I’ll be back soon. Sleep well Alpha😉’

Jeno lets out a bunch of yawns, rolling around on your bed dizzily. Heavily covered in a combination of your scents that still linger from the day prior. Stretching his arms out he sits up thinking how now is the perfect time to use some of your body wash. Maybe even jerk off in the shower before you get back. You always complained when he used your toiletries, secretly adoring the familiar soapy scent rubbed onto his skin.

The Alpha steps out, tugging on the drawstring of his sweats. Everything’s quiet at first, the only sound reaching his ears from the pads of his feet walking to the bathroom. He reaches for a towel from your closet pantry, slowing down as the door creaks shut.

A soft tickle of noise catches his attention. Flittering a look down the hall toward your roommates bedroom.

Haechan would be home, right? It’s still early, he must be asleep. The Alpha squints, treading lightly down the pathway, focused on a now distinct sound of heavy breathing. The nearer he approaches, it gets louder.

Jeno feels like he could pass out once the scent permeating from the room fully hits him. It’s so ripe, wafting around him like a spell to coerce him deeper with lust.

If it weren’t for Haechan’s feeble whimpers, he’d be convinced you had gone into heat. While your natural fragrance is sweet, it’s nothing like the delectable chocolate one penetrating its way out from the small space under Haechan’s bedroom door.

Against better judgment, or lack thereof. Jeno grips onto the door handle. Even that carries heat that has enveloped the four walls behind it. With a furious blink Jeno vividly recalls the way Haechan hid himself beneath a thick body encompassing hoodie last night after dinner, wrapped up in a heavy blanket despite the mid-summer weather leaving your apartment warm even with the air conditioner on.

The Omega must have been in pre-heat without informing either one of you. Jeno curses to himself, ready to race for the front door. There was no way in hell he could be around Haechan right now.

“Hyung..” any resolve the Alpha has dissipates when that angelic tattered voice reaches his ears. Calling for him. Haechan knows he’s there, he knows Jeno’s struggling just outside the door. “Please h-hyung…Jeno hyung..”

Jeno’s eyes flutter shut at the call of his name. If Haechan sounds this wrecked already, he can only imagine the image of carnal desire awaiting him. If only his hand would turn the knob, having to grab a hold onto his forearm to control the tremors rising in speed as they shoot through his body. Cursing past his gritted teeth to force himself along.

Opening the door felt like entering heaven and hell at the same time. A gust of burning hot air smacks his flesh harshly. The scent even sweeter this close, sugary enough to capture on his tongue. An irresistible taste one could gorge on for hours without realizing what they’ve done.

Haechan portrayed the image of pure wickedness trapped in the body of an ethereal angel writhing on his bed. Clothes strewn across the floor, Jeno’s hoodie that’d gone missing for weeks now snuggled beneath his figure. His lips debauched and swollen from hours of chewing on the hood's strings. Biting at the cotton fabric with every passing orgasm. Each more painful with realization that the Alphas scent was fading, consumed by his own pungent heat stricken one taking over.

“H-hyung..” Haechan extends long fingers in the Alphas direction. Grinding his beat red cock deeper into Jeno’s hoodie. The front painted with a mess of cum, sticky and disgusting clinging to his skin. “Help me, please help me.”

The mixture of Haechan’s heavy soaked chocolate scent thronged up his nostrils accompanying the Omegas sumptuous slurred speech was enough to have Jeno’s cock near ripping free from his sweats. The tip of his length pronounced as precum leaks right through his boxers. Coating the shape of the tip perfectly for Haechan’s gaze to burn into. Gasping for air at the sheer mass accentuated by throbbing beats permeating through.

“Why should I help you?” Jeno growls. Stepping close enough to grab onto the bottom of the loose shirt hanging off Haechan’s slim figure. He bunches it up roughly in a balled up fist, pulling hard just to watch the arch in the Omegas back deepen. Shoving his ass to stretch out the material where his hips round out. The backs of his thighs smooth, thick, glistening with slick that globs down out of his hole endlessly.

Haechan wiggles his hips, moaning worse than a pup experiencing their first heat. Torso moving similar to a wave in hopes of enticing the Alpha further to fuck him until he blacks out. “Please Jeno hyung, need, n-need.”

As if on cue, Haechan’s waist sinks in unimaginably lower, t-shirt fabric riding up his hips to unveil his hole. Covered in a mess of creamy slick, swollen from hours of self-abuse, opening and closing fervently physically begging to be fucked.

“What do you need..” Jeno can’t stop from licking over his lips. The Omegas ass fatter than he anticipated, hairless, groomed as if he planned for this exact moment. Gripping a handful of one cheek just to dig his fingers in. Meaty full flesh sinks under his rough touch like a worn down soft cushion, the dip in Haechan’s lower back defined as the Alpha pushes his ass open further. Hole fluttering at the breezy air conditioning blowing across his rim, cooling the slick that’s gathered.

“Tell hyung exactly what you need from him.” Jeno says in a deep rasp. Throat gone scratchy and dry just from the suffocating brain numbing scent of a vulnerable Omega in heat ready to succumb to his every command.

“Alpha! Fuck me! Fuck my little ass open.” Haechan cries out overly eager. Too heat consumed to form much of anything coherent any longer after hours that felt like weeks of edging himself restlessly.

Jeno delivers a sharp slap to the Omegas ass, hissing through his teeth at the rippling jiggle it gives. Crawling closer on his knees to knock his thighs open further, forcing a burning ache through the smallers hamstrings. Beads of sweat roll off the tip of Haechan’s nose as he struggles to maintain position on his knees. Cheek plastered to the bed making his neck bend ugly and painful, all the more arousing from the extra strain.

With two fingers Jeno collects slick that’s pooled down to the Omegas perineum. Dense and syrupy dribbling down his palm past his wrist bone. “Such a rude stupid useless Omega. Can’t even fucking ask properly.”

Jeno strokes up and down, skipping Haechan’s rim just to watch him squirm. Letting out loud high pitched whiny cries with each pass. The Alpha has to laugh, earning a flinch from the younger with a harsh slap right between his asscrack.

“Hyung! Hyung h-hyung!” Haechan brokenly whimpers. Hissing with another stinging wide palm landing on his hole. A wet slick sound booms around his bedroom with each one. “Hyung please! Please!!”

The Alpha laughs again, spreading Haechan’s ass apart for a close up view. Blown out pupils gaze hungrily, obsessively focused on slick rivering out like slow motion down to the backs of the Omegas knees. He’s drenched, forming a disgusting pool of wetness all over the bedding beneath him.

“I said,” Jeno spits on Haechan’s hole, just to watch him twitch. Flames of heat erupt up and down the Omega’s body, burning hot as what he wants, what he needs grows closer and closer. “Tell hyung exactly what you need for him. Don’t make me repeat myself again. I told you, you’ll regret it.”

Haechan whimpers, clenching his eyes shut to resist the incessant urge to grind back. Unable to stop himself from imagining the Alpha admiring his waiting hole.

“P-please…Alpha..hyung..Jeno h-hyung.” Haechan pleads through clenched trembling teeth. More tense than before, limbs corded up in suspense. Breaking down into a snot filled shouting cry. “Please!! PLEASE FUCK ME!”

“I’ll fuck you.” Jeno nods to himself, shoving three fingers into Haechan’s hole abruptly. The Omega shouts, smacking balled up fist against the bed hard enough for his knuckles to scrape and burn against the fabric. “How’s this stupid fuckhole gonna take my cock? Dumb slut can barely handle three measly fingers. Begging to get fucked when you can’t even take this.”

Jeno emphasizes his words with quick thrusts, met with little to no resistance. Slick aiding his movements, the Omegas hole sucks him inside with each draw back.

“A-alpha..take it, c-can take it!” Haechan whines, whinier than any Omega Jeno’s ever fucked in his life. The exact way he whines whenever the Alpha picks on him, but louder, pitchier, squeaking the higher his natural falsetto reaches. Vocal chords cracking between his stuttered begging, ripped up and used. Jeno intent to leave every part of him head to toe just the same.

“Such a dumb slutty hole.” Jeno grins, gnawing at his bottom lip. Reaching his digits down to the last knuckle applying pressure on Haechan’s prostate. The Omegas tongue lolls out at the action, eyes rolled back already fucked so stupid. It’s almost cute, Jeno thinks, pressing the pads of his fingers down against the squishy gland. Ass cheeks around his hand jerking the harder Haechan trembles.

“That’s it.” Jeno grunts, drawing out his fingers as he hunches forward. Tugging the Omegas rim open just to dip the tip of his tongue in for a sliver of a taste. Inhaling deeply, he savors the sweet scent of boiling hot chocolate coming out of Haechan’s tight little ass. The Alphas eyes roll back into his sockets, having to push the entirety of his tongue as far deep as his jaw will allow. The muscle cracks with a loud pop, locking in place enough for his mouth to cover the majority of Hechan’s asshole.

A painful screech breaks from Haechan’s throat. Huffing deep for breaths of air as the Alpha devours his ass. Rim stretched around his wet tongue, wiggling, dipping in and out over and over again.

Jeno’s gaze flicks up, stuck on Haechan’s puffed red lips. Mouth hung open letting out gasped pretty breaths. Guttural, coming out from deep within his chest, moreso resembling sounds of demon possession you’d hear in a horror film. Worse than an Omega in heat; a complete vulgar whore desperate for any Alpha to take care of him.

When Jeno curls his tongue inside, Haechan thinks he’s lost his mind. Collapsing down into a half split still bent at the knees, screaming from the painful stretch locking his hips in place against the bed. The Alphas tongue manages to reach deep, just barely tickling at his prostate. Lewd sounds of slurping and sucking circle around him, further pushing the Omegas mind into total blackness. Nothing but fat Alpha cock and a thick knot to fill him up on his mind.

“H-hyung!” Haechan says breathily. Panting like he’s just finished a long grueling 9 hour workout. “Hyung— Jeno hyung! Mmm f-fuck! Cumming!”

The Alpha only growls at that, driving his tongue in deeper. Sucking around Haechan’s pulsating rim, biting down on the wrinkled entrance. He laps around, spitting more to watch the Omega spasm and jerk. Cock trapped between the bed and his stomach.

“Already gonna cum? Haven’t even fucked your stupid asshole open yet.” Jeno grits, squeezing the fat of Haechan’s ass between his fingers. He bites down roughly, burying his teeth in to leave marks behind. Shaking with an unrelenting chomp until a salty taste of metallic spills onto his tongue. The Alpha spits on his hole again, teasingly swiping the drool around with two fingers. “What kind of Omega are you? Can’t even wait for your Alpha to cum first?”

Haechan can’t control himself after Jeno says that, humping against the bed like a wild animal. Long ropes of white hot cum spill out, shooting up to his chest as he lifts up to alleviate some pressure off his groin. Using his elbows to stay propped up, he glances down catching sight of his chubbed up beat red cock. The tip near purple from holding back so long, oozing out release with each tremor that passes. Jittering with waves of pleasure similar to electric shocks.

Jeno sits up on his haunches, his own dick engorged, sack full of seed needing to be emptied. “What a bad bad boy. Slutty omega asshole can’t wait to get fucked open.”

The Alpha pulls Haechan’s ass apart again, entranced by the flutter his hole gives. The pulsating loud enough to reach his ears, a heavenly scent of luscious chocolate slick fills his lungs. The Omega finally calms with a gust of breath, flattening onto his stomach. Jerking up as Jeno strikes his ass with a fierce round of slaps leaving behind traces of lines from the roughness.

“I told you that you’d regret it.” Jeno grits between grinding teeth. Skimming the pads of his fingers over red bite marks left on the rounded crevice of Haechan’s ass. It’s not as if the Alpha pictures wrecking his ass until the younger could no longer sit without hissing and squirming in discomfort. Not at all.

“Alpha..” Haechan whimpers again, a pathetic noisy little thing. A stupid helpless Omega presenting himself, pushing his ass open for more. “Jeno hyung..”

His husky pliant tone makes the Alphas eyes roll back far enough to see his skull. Growling, he grips onto Haechan’s round hips with powerful force. Flipping him over onto his back to lay on his own arousal just like a filthy whore.

If the Omegas ass is enough to have Jeno ready to start his rut, his fronts even worse.

Haechan’s chest shimmers with a disgusting mixture of fluids; sweat, drool, cum, even slick from his ass he used to stimulate his now swollen nipples. His lips glow bright red, plump and abused from biting back screams of pleasure. Hair matted to his sticky forehead, a mess of bed head surrounding him in the shape of a halo.

The Alphas eyes scan lower, languidly taking in every detail. Reaching out to touch and feel the silky hot skin that looks too good to be real.

Jeno knows his mouth will look no better when he sees the youngers cock. Biting down a stifled growl from deep in his chest as he does.

Haechan’s chubbed up dick twitches against his pelvis, too short to even reach his hip bone. His groin a nasty slop of slick and dried cum covered with fresh release.

“Wet like a girl.” Jeno says with a cocky smirk. Haechan whines, hips jerking up maddeningly, cock throbbing in response. “Hmm, you like that don’t you? Want me to fuck your hole just like a pussy huh?”

Haechan cries, a hot stream of tears flows down his round cheeks. He’s too cute like this, Jeno thinks, grinning to himself.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” He murmurs. Tweaking one of the youngers nipples until his ribs jut out with a high arch. “So submissive and slutty for me, just for Alpha.”

Haechan’s debauched pouty mouth drops open in awe, never having heard such a nice compliment from his hyung until now. He has to swallow down a dry choked breath. Ready to cum again just from the evil glint in Jeno’s focused eyes.

“Bet you’d let me do anything I want with you.” Jeno licks his top row of teeth confidently. A pompous Alpha getting high off the scent of pliant desperation growing stronger for him the longer he makes Haechan wait.

Bending at the waist, he takes a hold on the Omegas cheeks. Forcing his mouth to stay open with a stupid confused expression. Jeno picks up Haechan’s cock with his thumb and index finger. Letting out a laugh of mockery from the size difference between the two of them. Shaking it between his fingers just to make the younger cry harder. “Such a useless tiny cock baby, who can you even fuck with that thing?”

Haechan squirms, keeping his wanton watery gaze on the Alpha. Feeling his ass grow wetter and wetter with more slick pooling underneath him.

“So so so pretty, so fucking stupid and pretty.” Jeno says. Pursing his lips together, letting a string of thick spit spill down Haechan’s throat. He sits back up, slapping the Omegas cheek until he’s obliging to the silent command, the center of his neck bobbing up and down with a swallow. “Show hyung how you want it.”

Haechan shivers at that, lazily taking in the Alphas broad build before turning over. Peering over his shoulder, he bounces onto his knees, shaking his ass in full Omega presentation to be taken and fucked.

“Now you’re learning.” Jeno licks his palm lewdly, smacking right between the Omegas split open ass.

He moves fast, getting himself fully undressed before slathering himself up in the endless amounts of slick pouring from the Omegas hole.

Nothing could prepare the younger for just how thick and long the Alpha feels, sheathing through inch by inch effortlessly. Slick bubbles around his length adding to the crude display beneath him. “Such a tight fuck hole, never taken anyone as big as me have you little one.”

Haechan can’t contain his moans, nor does he want to anymore. Losing himself to the domineering large presence behind him, he pushes back, clapping against the Alphas hipbone’s.

“Fuck.” Jeno sighs, swiveling his hips to let the Omega really feel him. He pulls back, starting at a rough pace to break the younger, fuck him open on his thick cock until he can barely walk. Grunting and pounding with vigor on top of him, slick flies out around his size. Covering the Alphas stomach and thighs with sweet chocolate pleasure.

It’s too good, watching Haechan’s ass press into him with a jiggle. Too good he almost misses the familiar blaring sound of a phone ringing.

Jeno’s hips snap angrily, darting a look around until he spots where the sound of ringings coming from. Haechan’s phone sits on his pillow, a photo of your face takes over the screen with the Omegas head resting on your chest.

“Answer her.” Gripping the back of Haechan’s neck, Jeno forces him to look at the phone. “Hurry up!”

Haechan can barely remember how to even do that, swatting his phone weakly, it lands under his face. An unfortunate angle to answer a video call from. Sweat drips from the tip of his nose onto the screen. Swiping the call to see your happy face.

“Good Morning my little prince!” You greet him energetically. Gaze going wide at the red wet face that stares back at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Haechannie?” You ask concerned. “What’s wrong?? You’re scaring me, are you okay??”

“Y-yeah..” he stutters, head jerked up with a rough tug to his scalp! “Yes! Y-yes!”

“Haechan, what’s going on? Is Jeno there?”

“J-Jeno hyung…h-hyung. Yes, ugh!” Haechan’s spewing out nonsense now. Drooling onto his phone screen like an Omega in heat.

“Bab—“

Jeno reaches past the smaller with his free arm, lifting the phone to show Haechan’s red little cock slapping against his stomach due to the Alpha fucking his ass with vigor. Gasping you scramble, nearly dropping your phone.

“Oh my God baby, is it your heat?! I’ll be home soon.” You panic a bit, scurrying faster to reach the street corner. “It’ll be okay!”

Haechan’s forehead drops down on the phone screen with Jeno’s next thrust. Smashing against the device to hang up left with a screen gone black. He wails, bouncing up and down the Alphas cock at a sickening fast speed.

“What a bad boy.” Jeno sneers, plummeting inhumanly faster into the youngers ass like a maniac. “Too fucking drunk off Alphas cock to even speak correctly.”

“Yes! Hyung! H-hyung fuck me!” Haechan cries like a helpless baby, arching back deeper against Jeno’s unrelenting hips. “Hyung please! Don’t stop fucking me!”

“Not gonna stop.” The Alpha muses, tone growing deeper and raspier the more he plows into the smaller. “N-not gonna stop until you’re too incoherent to even speak.”

Haechan nods promptly, lips parted open to fill his lungs full of the Alphas aroused slick inducing scent. He’s near speechless, letting out nothing but coughs and gags between moans. Eyes glued to the back of his head, rammed with thick fat cock catching on his entrance thrust after thrust.

Jeno slams in hitting a new angle, his cock prodding right at the Omegas prostate every time he sinks in deeper and deeper. Haechan starts to whine again, even louder than before. Overwhelmed with how deep inside the Alpha can get, swears that even his stomach feels like it’s bulging out more with each thrust burying him balls deep inside of the smaller.

“Sound so fucking cute and dumb, pathetic.” Jeno bites down on Haechan’s shoulder suppressing an embarrassingly loud groan as the younger clamps around him. Trying his best to milk his Alpha to fill his slutty hole with pups.

“Alpha— hyung, cum in my ass.” Haechan babbles, breaking off into a gorgeous falsetto of loud drawn out cries.

Too lost in their own world of pleasure, the two miss the sound of the front door and steps running down through the hallway after.

“What’s going on here??” If it weren’t for the amused smile taking over your face, Jeno would be worried. Keeping his gaze on yours, he grabs onto a tuft of Haechan’s hair, meanly jerking his neck back until it cracks. Forced to turn his fucked out face to look at you. Lolled tongue bouncing against his chin with each pointed thrust like a much too happy pet.

“Tell her, hmm,” The Alpha grunts, giving the shell of Haechan’s ear a harsh bite. “Tell her how you begged for hyung to fuck this sweet fat ass.”

“Oh yeah?” Stepping further into the room with your hands on your hips, you tsk. Head shaking side to side with fake disappointment. Taking a hold of your roommate's jaw to look him in the eye. “Here I was worrying about getting you a nice warm meal, meanwhile you’re here getting better than that huh baby?”

He blinks blearily in a daze, lapping dumbly at your thumb sweeping the drool dripping from his chin. “Is Alpha fucking you how you want Haechannie?”

The Omegas head jerks up and down erratically, sucking saliva from the corners of his mouth.

Leaning in, you peck his wet mouth, kissing over his sore upper lip. Gnawed thru hard enough for skin the scrape off leaving behind painful spots of deep red. “Told you it’d work, didn’t I?”

You whisper low enough for only Haechan to hear, moving on your knees onto the bed to sit in front of him. Jeno twists the Omegas head side to side crudely, making his pretty eyes flutter open. Bloodshot red from crying, pupils dilated high off his arousal.

“Tell her how good hyungs fucking you baby. Wanna hear your pretty voice.” Jeno delivers his words with menacing thrusts. Haechan’s ass claps against him in a bruising impact. Waves of skin ripple through his bottom with each collision of their hips. Hard enough to leave behind marks, have the Omega black and blue by morning.

“H-hyung, Hyung..J-Je-Jeno hyung,” Haechan huffs, blowing breath across your face as he tries to speak properly. Brain full on mush with no other thought than to cum over and over again. “J-Jeno hyung, big….big big…”

Cupping Haechan’s cheeks you gently coo, cleaning off the dried tracks of tear staining down his ruddy cheeks. Skin hot to the touch as if he’s being incinerated from the inside. “I know baby, he’s fucking you so good. Just like you deserve.”

Haechan nods rapidly at that, lips pouting out for a kiss. Jeno pistons forward pounding the entirety of his length deep inside the Omegas ass, pressing closer to lick at the sides of your lips for entrance.

He turns Haechan’s head enough to share a kiss with both of you, puffing ragged breaths between sloppy pecks. Trying to make sure to get enough of a taste of the both of you.

Jerking Haechan’s head again, Jeno uses his chin to nod forward. “Need to thank her for getting you breakfast. How're you gonna do that Omega?”

You can’t help but coo again, the Alpha was being too mean. Not that Haechan had any complaints. Instead of making it too difficult for him, you push off your bottoms. Getting into an easier position for his mouth to reach your middle.

He knows better after months of living with you. Licking at his lips to collect a wad of saliva, he spits on your cunt. Looking up with blown out fucked up pupils. Glazed over as if he's just done some hallucinogenic drug, shimmering under the low lights hanging from the corners of his bedroom.

Slowly lowering his mouth, he engulfs as much of your pussy as his jaw will allow. Tonguing your labia folds side to side until they’re slippery with spit and slick. The whole act is indecent, humiliating and enthralling for the Omega just as he’s always dreamt of. Eagerly he licks between your cunt, stiffening his tongue to deliver pointed thrusts against your clit.

Haechan can hardly control his movements. Lapping your clit with a renewed frenzy. His tongue matches up to the rhythm and speed that Jeno fucks him at. Thirsty like a little puppy finally getting a taste of water after hours out in the sun.

“Good little Omega bitch, make her cum and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Jeno looks crazed looming above Haechan’s bent over figure. Large hands belted around the Omega’s slim waist from behind, sinking in his fingers with intent to leave possessive marks all over the youngers body.

Haechan’s ass has never looked better than it does right now. Stretched and working back on the Alphas thick girth, glistening with ridiculous amounts of slick that only an Omega in over heightened heat could easily produce. You have to sit up to slap and grip onto his round globes. Earning a greedy suck on your clit with vibrating moans reaching the top of your spine.

“Fuck, I’m..” groaning, you push back onto your palms. Lifting your hips to fuck against the Omegas working tongue. Each lick more desperate to make you cum than the last. Small teeth teasingly bite on your clit, knowing how much you love when it hurts just a little bit. “Ugh, Haechan, baby. Yes! Like that.”

Knowing how to work you to a climax every time, Haechan dips lower. Stiffening his wet tongue inside your hole with a long slurping suck. He wiggles in, panting, hardly able to breathe with slick filling his nose and throat.

“Fuck!” You shout writhing up. Concentrating on the twitch in Jeno’s abdomen moving like crazy the closer he gets to release.

The Alphas eyes scrunch up, howling out a scream more than a moan. His hips tremble, slowing down and snaking his palms lower to cup the younger's ass tightly. He shakes, waist sucked in all the way with his eyes rolled back until nothing but white is visible.

Haechan wails on your clit, his ass stretching deliciously around the Alphas expanding knot. Plump lips suck at your clit until you slap the bed. Thrusting up and cumming, splashes of slick hit his chin, neck, chest.

The Omega lets out a relieved sigh, scrunched up face dropping to your inner thigh. Prettier than ever as he cums again. This time much less spilling from his slit than before. Drained of energy, he can’t even muster up enough to squeeze around the Alphas fat knot.

Jeno’s expression loosens, the lines on his forehead smooth out. Face highlighted by sweat dripping from his wet head of hair, burning more calories from this than any workout.

“God, fuck.” He grunts, giving the Omegas ass another squeeze before landing another mean slap. He grinds, plugging Haechan up to the brim with cum until the younger’s belly swells with it. “That’s how a good boy takes Alphas knot.”

Exhausted and boneless, you flatten onto Haechan’s bed, groaning and rolling your face to the side. Nose scrunched up as you’re met with a familiar smell and scratchy fabric. Snapping your eyes open to find a pile of your worn underwear stolen from your hamper covered in slick and cum.

“Haechan!” You sit up using more effort, still trying to recuperate after intense orgasm. “My underwear, again?!”

He giggles, shyly hiding his face in Jeno’s bicep where the Alphas positioned them more comfortably now. Loving that he’s much too close to his sweaty underarm. “I was nesting! I can’t help it, I love your scent.”

“Hmm, yeah?” Jeno yawns, flinging his free arm around the Omegas waist. “So do I.”

Sorting through your underwear, you start to wonder if you’ve all taken this ‘friends with benefits’ thing too far now. Friends with benefits didn’t scent each other, or borrow each other’s clothing to build nests during their heat. From hooking up with Haechan to Haechan hooking up with Jeno to Jeno hooking up with you.

It’s not as if you didn’t have strong feelings for the both of them. Yet no sense of jealousy or concern infiltrated your thoughts as you looked over the two drifting off to sleep.

“Guys, what are we?” You ponder out loud, deciding to nestle in behind Haechan. Resting your chin on his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his eyelashes shuttering as he blinks to look up.

“..Friends?” Haechan sounds confused, like he can’t figure out that answer either.

“Whatever it is.. I like it.” Jeno mutters, unmoving with his eyes shut. Sensing Haechan shiver against him, he sighs. “We’ll figure it out in the morning.”

@seuomo @unknown5tar @sunoosi @ahsshilee @jenoslutie @nc-teen @if-i-like-i-reblog @johnjaespeach @nohyuckieduckie @xxhoseoksie @kimsaerom @eleven23

[yourdeepestfathoms]

My Hopes For The P2 Changeling Route

Or, just some things I think would be neat to see when the time eventually comes for her route!

1. More of Clara being an emotional mess.

One thing I was REALLY surprised to see in the P1 Changeling route is just how emotionally tormented Clara is. She constantly expresses anxiety, stress, and even what seems to be depression. I mean, she literally has a line where she says she has been crying for several days. She is EXTREMELY distressed and tormented, something that I don’t really see people discuss very often. This emotional state is especially jarring because of how she acts in the Bachelor and Haruspex route, where she’s seen being snarky, cryptic, and kinda bratty. And then to play her route and see just how broken she actually is is very shocking.

P2 Clara is very different from P1 Clara. She’s less childish and more “mature,” though that maturity, at least to me, is very fragile, and you can tell this is a young girl pretending to be and acting like an adult because she has to. She’s way more bossy, way more snarky, and sometimes even comes across as rude (though—and this may just be because I’m a Clara defender until the day I die—I don’t believe she’s trying to be cruel or mean, I just think she has a really bad filter and says things that aren’t appropriate. not that any of those traits are even bad traits that make her a bad character. she is a teenage girl, or at least has the mind and body of one; that’s a very normal way for her to act, and i think it’s strange how some people shit on her because of that, despite her being a very accurate portrayal of a teenage girl—you know, minus the cryptic parts of her. but i digress!). I mean, she literally sasses off Artemy on several occasions, and Artemy is probably double her size, triple her weight, quadruple her strength, and has the power to kick her across the Steppe like a football—that’s the most teenage rebellion thing ever! And I’m sure in the Bachelor route, we’ll see even more of her being fiery and snarky because Daniil and Clara have, like, DOUBLE the beef compared to Artemy and Clara!

To have ALL OF THAT—all of that upturned nose sarcasm, that haughty “I’m smarter than you professionally trained doctors with medical degrees and a proper education” attitude, that bull-headed sassiness that makes you want to tell her to put her proverbial phone on the counter and go to her room—and then to get into the Changeling route and see that she’s actually very, very emotionally damaged and mentally ill would be a stark duality to how we’ve seen her in the past two routes. I think it would be especially surprising to those who never played P1 or at least never got to her route and never witnessed that side of her. The mask (haha) would slip off, and suddenly all of her vulnerability is raw and exposed and throbbing before our very eyes.

Because, at the end of the day, Clara is a child. She is a very young girl with obvious mental health issues and a mountain load of responsibilities chained upon her back, a young girl who is bullied and verbally abused and threatened by basically every single adult she comes in contact with (not you, Lara, you’re the real one), a young girl who has been forced to act like the adult she is not because all the grown ups in her life are too incompetent to do things themselves and would rather put it all on a child like she’s their personal work dog (i understand why this is from a gameplay standpoint, she’s the player character ofc she’s going to go off and do the quests, but Jesus fucking Christ, Maria, why are you repeatedly sending a tiny middle schooler to stop the gay men from killing each other?!), a young girl with one of the most, if not the most tragic and downright cruel existences I have ever seen in a character in all of my years of engaging in fiction.

Ahem.

I just have a lot of feelings about this character, okay?

But with the way Pathologic 2 presents it’s storytelling and with the new gameplay mechanics and how it REALLY digs into where it hurts, if IPL DOES use and revamp this aspect of Clara, I think it would make the Changeling route absolutely incredible story-wise and character-wise. An exquisite emotional rollercoaster that never seems to stop going downhill. It would be the best way to strike players where it aches the most.

OR TLDR: I want Clara’s emotional problems to be brought back and expanded upon in P2 so people can see she’s not just a sassy little gremlin child (because I have a lot of feelings about her character often being reduced to just that by the fandom.)

2. An expansion on Clara being the Sand Pest.

Out of everything on this list, I think this is the most likely to come into fruition because it’s a BIG THING with her. But I still wanted to discuss it anyway because I have Many Thoughts.

So, Clara is the Plague. We know this. But in P1, I feel like it wasn’t addressed as much as it really should have. I mean, this is a GIANT revelation—that this girl is the living embodiment of this horrible disease and thousands of deaths are, technically speaking, her fault—and it’s just kinda…swept under the rug. Clara has a moment where she’s like “WHAT” and then it isn’t brought up that much after that.

(And, for the record, I understand why this is. Everyone knows by now that the Changeling route was rushed. This isn’t me ragging on IPL, especially when the Changeling route is still INCREDIBLY well-done, to the point where I personally believe the statement that it’s rushed has been greatly exaggerated by players.)

In P2, I hope that Clara being the Sand Pest is a much bigger aspect of her character because it really is a Huge Thing that needs to be expanded upon. I want to see her have a full-blown mental collapse over this because you can’t tell me that that’s not the appropriate reaction to finding out you’re a living Plague.

3. Interactions with the Sand Pest

I’m referencing that one particular Executor that shows up in P2 to taunt Artemy about killing his kids. During my run, I referred to it as “Sandy,” so for this portion, the bird is Sandy for simplicity.

So, I want Clara to interact with Sandy!

It was terrifying enough for Artemy to face off against this thing, but imagine being Clara, staring into the glowing eyes of what is essentially herself. And she’s forced to grapple with this thing, fight against the consequences of an existence she never asked for, and be constantly reminded that with every breath she takes, she’s stealing the breath from someone else.

4. More interactions between the three Mistresses

The Clara-Maria-Capella trio is really underrated in my opinion, and I hope we get to see more of those three interacting. Because we have Capella and Maria, who clearly already have this established relationship and actually like or at least respect each other, and then suddenly Clara is there, throwing off their, for lack of better words, vibe. (I just know Capella and Maria gossip about Clara when she isn’t in the Nutshell).

5. More interactions with the Albino

The relationship between Clara and the Albino is so adorable and wholesome, and Clara deserves this inkling of kinship and love that he gives her. It’s such an underrated dynamic and interaction that happens in P1, and I REALLY want to see it happen again in P2.

I hope Clara gets to meet all those Albinos that Artemy saw in the Abattoir. I think it would be cute if she just had this flock of brothers.

6. An expansion on how Clara’s powers can just backfire and kill people on accident instead of healing them

I think there were two people Clara accidentally kills in P1- Lika and that mugger outside of Barley’s lair. It’s not mentioned at all with the mugger, and then with Lika, Clara freaks out briefly and then is like “anyway…”

This “power”—the ability to kill people with a single touch—REALLY needs to be expanded upon. Because it is a GOLDMINE for trauma and guilt. It’s also just something that needs to be explored way more because it’s a really interesting concept that P1 never gave much details about.

7. A deeper look into Clara’s existence as a child of Earth

I just really love that she is a dirt child and think it’s super cool part of her character, and I want her to have a deeper connection to those roots (pun intended). The lore in the game and the Steppe culture is so interesting, and it could be explored way more through the eyes of Clara, who is new to it, whereas Artemy knew most of it and Daniil just doesn’t fucking care to learn.

8. No more “stop the gay men from killing each other” quests

As funny as the concept of this small child stopping two sexually tensive men from beating the shit out of each other is, it got REALLY OLD after the second time. At the very least, the dialogue that you get when you speak to Artemy and Daniil each time should be different every day. If they hadn’t said the same thing Every Single Time, I think I wouldn’t have minded the repetitive quests as much.

9. Bring back the Barbie Blaster

Clara is clearly bigger and a little older than she was in P1, but I hope her hands are still too tiny to hold normal guns because I honestly really liked that little mechanic. It made her different than the other two. Also the baby gun you get is literally the best gun ever, idk what hbomberguy was talking about, that thing NEVER missed for me.

10. This funky healing mechanic I thought about

So, I started wondering about something- how is healing going to work in both the Changeling and Bachelor route? After all, they can’t exactly use tinctures anymore. But given how stupidly hard the game is, I wouldn’t be surprised if it expects you to get actual medicine yourself and make yourself go broke.

I then thought about this funky mechanic! I just wanted to put it here instead of making an entirely different post.

So, instead of using tinctures, Clara uses her hands. There are the three layers, like in the Haruspex route, and depending on which layer is afflicted, Clara suffers some kind of penalty while healing the patient, whether it be hunger, exhaustion, or thirst. This makes it to where she can’t just heal people without any sort of price to pay AND it makes her healing way more important because it really was just referenced in the first game. There were less than a handful of times where she ACTUALLY healed someone (not counting the Plague victims, as that is entirely optional). So with this she ACTUALLY heals people and has a very obvious power.

(Side note: maybe the less health Clara has, the less likely she is to heal people and instead accidentally kill them. Or if she’s infected, then she kills her patient or even infects them—or raises their infection level altogether if they’re already infected.)

11. An expansion on how Clara’s healing powers literally hurt her

Empathic healing, where a person has the power to heal but they heal by essentially absorbing the ailment of a person into their own body, is SUCH a good concept, and I don’t know if this was what IPL was actually going for, but I really want Clara getting hurt when she heals to be a bigger thing in her route. Because she DOES take damage when she heals Plague victims, and MAYBE that’s just a balance thing in the game, but even still! A lot of good game mechanics can come into play if healing harms her!

12. More Lara and Yulia interactions

I don’t have much to say about this, I just really like those two and want them to talk to Clara way more

13. A cool opening animation of her birth from the Earth

Artemy got the train sequence, Daniil is probably gonna get him slogging through the Steppe because it seems like brother really fucking walked all the way to the Town, so it would make a lot of sense for Clara’s opening to be her clawing her way out of the Earth and waking up in the graveyard! I know IPL could make a really cool sequence with that, so I have high hopes.

[meowzfordayz]

praise

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~700

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral

Request Fulfilled: I just read the Dom/Sub post and I-🥴🥵

*I now cannot get the idea of Rengoku talking dirty/saying "that's my good girl~" so....maybe if you'd be up to it a NSFW praise kink Kyojuro fic?? 🥴👀

Kyojuro doesn’t realize he has a praise kink until he’s snug between your trembling thighs, his nose bumping intermittently against your swollen clit, tongue licking fervent and sloppy at your folds, cock twitching as you mutter repeatedly, “Feels so good.”

Feels so good.

A low hum swells in his chest, steady palms sliding from your stomach to your knees, forearms flexing as he pushes down firmly, eyes narrowing feverishly at the sight of you lewd and vulnerable.

“K-kyo,” you whimper, pussy clenching as you catch his glimmering stare, goosebumps dotting your newly exposed skin, legs struggling to close as heat travels from your ears to your cheeks, “W-wait.”

Your whine furrows his brow, tongue stalling mid flick as he mumbles into the tangy scent of your slick, “But I want you to feel good.” 

Another whine sticks to the roof of your mouth, soft moan escaping as your fingers reach for his fiery strands of hair, “I do feel good.”

Eyes widening, he immediately moves his palms back to your stomach, smirking faintly as your thighs promptly envelop him again, fingertips gentle now as they delicately graze the underside of your breasts, voice bright and full, “Did I embarrass you, spreading your gorgeous legs?” adoring chuckle muffled by the consequent squeezing of your thighs.

“Sweetheart, you are absolutely stunning,” he declares, “I simply desired a better view,” playful edge in his tone, “It is admittedly difficult to adequately admire your glistening pussy when I am being—happily—suffocated.”

“You mean it?” you squeak, cheeks still flushed, subconsciously pushing at his head, satisfied sigh released as his lips touch your center.

“Of course! I assure you my cock is extremely hard. In fact, I may even orgasm myself, should this continue. After all, I get to pleasure you, taste you, listen to you come undone — surely there is nothing better?”

“How about you just make me cum?” you huff, hips undulating greedily at his explicit reassurance, impatience clouding your prior shyness, unsatisfied with the feathery pressure of his breath warming your clit.

Whether or not you intended to challenge him, loud laughter and an enthusiastic, “Alright!” are your only warnings before his palms return to your knees, parting your thighs even wider this time, suction from his mouth on your clit making it impossible to form any coherent sense of shame.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs contently, his hips grinding rhythmically into the mattress, grip on your legs tightening as the pace of his tongue quickens, spurred on by your long groan.

Sweaty hairs tickle your inner thighs as he refines his ministrations, balls pressing heavy and full against his own inner thighs, precum smeared translucent across his abdomen.

“Don’t stop,” you hiss, tiny bud of tension in your core slowly but surely expanding with every lap of his tongue, eyes shut as his dedication overwhelms you, “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop!”

“Don’t stop?” he teases, remark practically inaudible, swallowed by your essence and shuddering legs, “Is my pretty darling going to cum soon? How about we cum together? Can you be patient for me? I want to make a mess of the sheets while you make a mess on my tongue. How about that, beautiful? Can you do that for me?”

You wail in response, fingernails digging frantically into his broad shoulders, desperate to ground yourself as the sensation of being tugged further and further away tangles itself from your toes to your nipples to your throat. You’re doing so well as your orgasm blossoms My brilliant woman your ankles locking behind his neck, thighs overcoming the strength of his biceps to clutch around his head Fuck his cock throbbing, pulsating, unexpectedly spurting into the sheets, tip rubbed raw from the sustained, built up friction.

Kyojuro doesn’t realize he has a praise kink until he’s suffocating between your unrelenting thighs, his chin wet with your cum and his spit, tongue cramped, cock overstimulated as you mutter dazedly, “Wow.”

[likesunsetorange]

girl dad! eren drabble

inspired by an art comic i saw on lacampanule’s ig story!

It’s hard for Mikasa to ever say no—with big green eyes that sparkle like little gem stones, filled with all the joy in the world that have yet to be tainted by the realities of the world, the biggest dimpled grin, and a face that’s as sweet as sugar—it’s one of her hardest difficulties as a parent, even for things as miniscule as extra chocolate before bedtime. 

“Okay, that’s enough chocolate for you sweetie,” Mikasa finally musters up the courage to say, though she really shouldn’t have to, she is the parent here. 

Noa’s face forms into a pout, remnants of chocolate still around her mouth, and the big green eyes that look just like Eren’s go wide, filling with so much sadness, it’s almost enough to make her take it all back. “Okay, Mommy,” she replies softly. 

Mikasa sighs, wiping at the sides of Noa’s mouth with her thumb. If saying no to a two-year-old is this hard now, what will she do when Noa’s older? “Tomorrow, you can have more, okay?” She says, a smile on her face as she attempts to cheer her up, “Now go to your room, I’ll be there in a bit so we can read your bedtime story.”

Green eyes go wide once again, but this time with glee. “Okay, mommy!” She says with only the excitement a small child could possess before running off to her room. Mikasa stands, dusting off her pants, and placing the bag of candy high where Noa can’t reach it, knowing she has tendencies much like her father once did to get into trouble.  

“I’m proud of you for saying no,” a deep voice who could belong to no one other than Eren, says from behind her. She hadn’t realized he’d been standing there watching them, too enthralled in their conversation to notice his presence.

Her face scrunches into a scowl—the same person who spent all of last Saturday building a princess playhouse saying this. “Like you’re any better,” she says, rolling her eyes. 

“I actually think I am,” he muses. 

“Sure you are, Eren. But c’mon, we have bedtime stories to go read.”

꩜꩜꩜

Eren wakes up to the feeling of small fingers poking against his face—light taps repeatedly on his nose, cheeks, and forehead. He tries to ignore them at first, thinking it’s merely him dreaming, but they become so rampant, he’s certain it must be something within the realm of reality. 

His eyes flutter open to the sight of a tiny body riddled with bed hair, and big green eyes much like his own, staring back at him. Her face looks tired, she has one sock missing, her pajamas disheveled, one pant leg rising up her tiny leg, and her little stuffed cow in hand—in other words, looking a mess. 

Eren glances at the clock, 12:55, before he sits up, trying not to wake Mikasa. “Noa, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Why are you awake?” He whispers. 

“I had a bad dream,” she whispers through hiccups, big eyes starting to well up with tears. 

Eren’s quick to gather her in his arms, attempting to comfort her, running his hands against her back. “Do you wanna sleep in here?” He whispers. 

“I don’t wanna go back to sleep.”

He sighs, knowing this means he’ll probably be up for a while, but relents, nonetheless. “Okay, but let’s go to the living room so we don’t wake up Mommy, okay?” He whispers back, carefully removing himself from the bed. 

Eren picks up Noa and her small stuffed toy, before motioning for her to be quiet. He carefully closes their bedroom door, and heads towards the living room when Noa speaks up. 

“Daddy, can I get a glass of water, please?” She asks.

“Yea, of course,” he says, taking them to the kitchen. He flicks on the light before placing her and her toy onto the counter while he grabs one of her little pink cups, filling it with water and handing it to her. “Here you go, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she says in between sips. 

“Do you wanna talk about your nightmare?” Eren asks, as he runs his hands through her hair trying to smooth it out. 

Her face scrunches, just the way Mikasa’s does when she’s upset.“It was scary, Daddy. There were these big monsters and they looked like people, and they wanted to try to eat me,” she says quietly, her voice filled with fear. 

Eren presses a kiss to the top of her head, before leaning down so they’re eye level. “I’m sorry you had a bad dream, those are never fun. But it’s okay because they’re just dreams, alright? You’re safe here with me and Mommy, okay?”

“Okay,” Noa says, nodding her head, mostly convinced. “I love you, Daddy,” a tiny smile forming on her face. 

“I love you too, Noa,” he says, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Do you feel a little better now? Do you want anything else before you go back to bed?”

The innocent smile on her face, the one that’s filled with so much sweetness, with tiny dimples and a face that could resemble nothing but all that is pure, quickly flashes into something that reminds Eren a bit too much of his childhood self. 

“Well…” She starts, a smile on her face. “Can I have some chocolate please, Daddy?”

꩜꩜꩜

Mikasa stirs in the bed, unable to get comfortable. She reaches for Eren, knowing she’ll find comfort in him, only to find an emptiness beside her, which normally wouldn’t ring any alarms in her head, except for the fact that the bed, usually warm, feels cold. Her eyes flash open, scanning for him within their room, knowing sometimes he’ll go on the chair in the corner of their room, only to come up empty. 

She sits up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, when she notices light coming from beneath their bedroom door. Mikasa sighs, thinking that maybe Noa might’ve woken up Eren, since she’s been having trouble sleeping through the night. She pulls the covers off herself, interested to see what the two of them have gotten themselves into, and also part of her wanting to relieve her late night sweets craving.

Mikasa opens the bedroom door quietly, not wanting to make much noise, and heads towards the kitchen where she can see the light coming from. As she walks towards the kitchen, she can hear little giggles, whispers, and the rustling of plastic wrappers. 

“Shhh, Noa, you’ll wake up Mommy,” she can make out Eren say. 

“Sorry, Daddy,” Noa’s voice says through failed whispers and giggles. 

Mikasa turns the corner to see Noa on the kitchen counter, chocolate on her face, and Eren standing in front of her placing pieces of said chocolate into her mouth, before indulging in some of his own. 

“But Mommy is already awake,” Mikasa says, crossing her arms. The two of them turn to face her, same emerald eyes wide, looking as if they’ve been caught in the worst act. Mikasa turns to face Eren, her brow raised, “What happened to saying no?”

“She had a nightmare!” He says defensively.Mikasa sighs, walking towards the two of them before ripping off her own piece of chocolate. “Well… I guess it is technically tomorrow.”

[teecupangel]

Have you seen the show Ultimate Beastmaster? Imagine if the assassins tried that thinking no one is looking and everyone is just staring at them shocked because they did the whole course flawlessly

“Okay, anyone wants to tell me how this catastrophe happened?” Bill asked thru gritted teeth as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Well, a few millennias ago, a race of powerful-”

“I am not talking about the Solar Flare and you know it!” Bill glared at his only son who had been a quiet obedient kid…

Until he became friends with the three banes of Bill’s existence…

The other three narrowed their eyes at him which Bill ignored.

They had always been a bit too protective of his son.

But that only served to spoil Desmond and Bill wished he could find a way to pull him away from their ‘influence’ but they were the best field agents right now and Desmond needed to learn from the best.

But that did not mean…

Bill turned his laptop around where a video titled “Awesome Beastmaster Clears By The White Hood Gang!” was paused. It already had 21 million views and it had only been a goddamn day since it was uploaded. That kind of statistic was simply too much and Bill was quite sure Abstergo most probably rewatched this… a lot.

“So… anyone wants to explain this to me?”

All four men remained quiet and adopted blank expressions on their faces.

“Did none of you even consider that those cameras would have been recording even IF the shooting was scheduled tomorrow?!”

They all looked at one another before Ezio, their usual spokesperson, explained, “We were running away from Templars after acquiring the POE they had been delivering nearby. We noticed the obstacle course and decided it would be much faster to proceed thru it than to go around it, perhaps even lose some of our pursuers in the course itself and give us more time to get away.”

Ezio was surprisingly serious as he concluded, “It was a calculated risk we needed to take to accomplish the mission.”

Bill stared at him with a ‘don’t bullshit me, kid’ expression as he pushed the spacebar.

The laptop’s tiny speakers soon let out Ezio’s holler of “You gotta be faster than that, fratello mio! My younger brother is faster than you!”

Ezio didn’t twitch even as Bill said, “And was trash-talking Altaïr also necessary in completing the mission?”

The video kept playing and they heard a commentator that had been added to the video announce, “Oh! White Hood No 1 just grabbed 2 from the back and pulled him down! He skids- AND he’s able to hold on to the chains!”

Bill turned his not-angry-only-disappointed-and-having-a-headache-because-of-your-stupidity expression at Altaïr, “And sabotaging Ezio? Was that also necessary?”

“It was planned,” Altaïr replied vaguely and all four kept their blank expressions on.

Bill glared at the supposed prodigy of their Brotherhood and wondered if Rashid would mind if he hit his grandson on the head with a rolled-up newspaper.

Repeatedly.

“And 3 and 4 just jumped over 2! 4 is even laughing and-”

“A little help?!”

“You can do it! We believe in you!”

“-It seems 3 and 4 will not be helping 2 up!”

Bill turned to glare at his son and Ratonhnhaké:ton who he had thought would be above all this.

It seemed he had been wrong.

Bill finally clicked the spacebar once more to pause the video and rubbed the bridge of his nose again as he announced, “All of you are off the field until further notice. You will all be in support duty while Erudito cleans up your mess. Report to Shaun for further instructions.”

“Yes, sir.” They all answered curtly.

“Dismissed.”

He waited until they were all out of his office. Then waited a couple of minutes more to be sure they wouldn’t see him in their Eagle Vision before groaning as he slumped into his seat. He took the secret bottle of scotch he had in the bottom drawer of his office desk and didn’t bother to take the glass next to it, simply twisting the cap off and taking a large swing from the bottle itself.

Maybe he should just ship them all to Achilles.

Make them do actual ‘field’ work as punishment.

Then again…

Achilles would probably hunt him down and cane him in a week or so of having to deal with their own brand of bullshit.

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Careless

Part 2, Part 3

Tw: Kidnapping, referenced broken bones, beating, bruises, crying

“They’re not coming for you, Whumpee.” Whumper said softly. “You pissed Caretaker off reeaall bad this time.”

Whumpee was curled in a tiny ball on the floor. Their face and nose were wet with tears that they had cried when Whumper took them. Their arms were bruised from when they had grabbed Whumpee and beat them in order to get them in the van. But they were such a mess Whumper didn’t bother to tie or chain Whumpee to anything when they got back.

Whumpee was in so much pain, physically and emotionally. Because they knew Whumper was right.

Whumpee was the one always getting hurt, but this time, Caretaker got hurt. They had looked away for a moment before Whumpee had somehow ‘stumbled’ into the road and almost got themselves killed. Caretaker broke their arm on the ground when they tackled Whumpee out of the way.

“You’re lucky I was there…” Caretaker said when they were getting their arm wrapped. “You’re lucky I care at least a little bit about you, because you would’ve been dead.”

“C-Caretaker, I’m so sorry-“

“Like a ‘sorry’ is gonna fix the broken arm you gave me!” Caretaker exclaimed, their words becoming more aggressive until they were shouting in the X-Ray room. “I get so worried when you’re in danger, I do whatever I can to stop it, but no matter what, you and your clumsy ass still manage to nearly get yourself killed!”

“It’s so fucking annoying! YOU’RE so fucking annoying!! I don’t care about this anymore!!!”

And Whumpee lost their voice for the rest of the night. So did Caretaker.

The final thing Caretaker said to them was that Whumpee had to walk themselves home. That was when Whumper found them. And beat them. And brought them here. And Whumpee was now going to have to lay on this dark, cold floor for god-knows how long, contemplating the pain they put Caretaker through.

Whumpee began to cry again, repeatedly mouthing “I’m so sorry…” over and over. Whumper knelt down beside them.

“Don’t worry Whumpee. If it makes you feel any better, you’ve finally ended their suffering. They no longer have to put up with your shit.”

Whumpee choked on their tears. It, of course, did not make them feel better.

Whumper sighed. “You’re pathetic. No wonder they hated you. I’ll come back later when you’ve sobered up.”

They left Whumpee in a curled, crying ball on the ground. Whumpee let their sobs echo through the room.

“C-Caretaker I’m so sorry…” They cried softly. “I’ve messed you up, I’ve put you through so much pain, I gave you all my burdens to carry… I’m so sorry.”

They turned their back to the door, crying into the wall. It muted their cries as they continued to speak apologizes to a Caretaker who wasn’t there.

And might never be there again.

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