#he just wanted to prove to himself he could complete it

[geekforhorror]

For the 1k

#40 and #72

Anakin or Sam with dacryphila kink, humiliation kink, corruption kink and size kink?

(Not sure if there’s a kink limit, I only saw a limit for the phrases)

pretty when you cry

pairing: sam monroe x fem!reader

prompt(s): “don’t give me that look”, “there is no way anyone is that innocent”

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!sam, sub!reader, unprotected p in v sex, humiliation kink, corruption kink, size kink, degradation, loss of virginity, pet names, teasing, sexual tension, etc.

a/n: i apologize for how dogshit this is

“You’re a virgin?” Sam asks with a scoff.

He couldn’t believe it. The girl who had been relentlessly teasing him for weeks was a virgin? The thought of you being a virgin had crossed his mind every once in a while, but he never knew it was true. That was until you admitted it to his pretty face just now.

In the past few weeks, you had worn the skimpiest clothes imaginable when you were hanging out with the black haired boy that you so desperately wanted. At first it was subtle. Every now and then, you would “accidentally” brush your barely clothed ass against his crotch while walking past him. Then you started bending over on purpose, which gave him a glimpse of your panties. Safe to say, you were biting off more than you could chew.

“Why is that so surprising, Sammy?” you say, trying to sound as offended as humanly possible.

“Oh c’mon now, sweetheart…I see the way you act around me. How could I not be surprised?” he says in response.

You should be mad at him…but you aren’t.

“I also know one more thing for sure. You may be a virgin, but there is no way anyone is that innocent,” he puts bluntly. “You prove it to me every day with each little stunt you pull.”

“I-“ you start to say before Sam cuts you off entirely.

“Tell me if I’m right or not, but I bet I am…you touch yourself to some naughty videos, wishing it was me, huh?” he asks.

“Y-Yes” you say more timidly than ever.

“Fucking knew it baby,” he says with a cocky smirk.

“Please Sam…” you say with a whiny voice.

“Please what? C’mon, use those pretty words of yours, princess,” he tuts while lifting your chin up, forcing you to look deep into the irises of his heavenly blue eyes. “Don’t give me that look,” he says before gripping your chin with two of his fingers, forcing you to look up at him.

“I want you to fuck me,” you finally admit.

“Pretty girl wants me to ruin her?” he asks, already knowing the pathetic answer that would fall from your lips.

“Yes Sammy.”

That was all he needed before he found himself throwing himself against you, his mouth finding yours before settling into the thrashing kiss. His tongue invaded your throat and you could care less about the soreness that would follow. His hands seemed even bigger when they were roaming your figure like a wildfire. You shudder when the cold metal of his rings were flush against your ass.

“Need you…” you whine.

“So impatient, but that’s okay… I’m gonna teach you some manners,” Sam says lustfully.

Before you know it, he pushes you down on the bed, now taking his shirt and pants off until he was completely bare. He finally gets on top of you before he lifts your skirt up only to reveal the scandalous panties you had chosen just for him.

“Picked these just for me, huh?” he asks you with a grin.

“Yes…” you admit shamefully, a rosy tone rising to your cheeks.

“You look so cute all flustered f’me, angel,” he coos. He slides your lace panties off your cunt, revealing your collected arousal. Sam practically lets out an inaudible groan at the sight of your glistening pussy. It was all his.

"Been dreaming of this for weeks, you have no idea," he admits.

"Then prove it," you say in an attempt to get him all riled up and bossy. You didn't want Sam to be gentle. You wanted him to ruin you to the point where no other boy could ever make you theirs.

Your attempt to get him all bossy proves to be successful when he suddenly pins your hands above your head, now unable to move whatsoever. "I don't know what's gotten into you slut, but I'm going to make sure I fuck it out of you. I wanted to prepare you baby, but you couldn't keep your damn mouth shut," he grits.

Without any sort of verbal warning, he slides himself into your tight pussy, earning a gasp from you at the sudden intrusion. You could feel how big he was, which made you feel deliciously full. He wastes no more time before pounding his fat cock into your greedy cunt.

"Fuck baby, such a small little pussy and it's all mine," he rasps, moving his hands to your hips, having an iron grip on them that made the supple flesh turn white. It felt like he was splitting you open despite not being all the way in yet. You try to grind your pelvis against his hip bones, but it proves to be unsuccessful with the way he's holding you.

"Fuck Sammy!" you say as he scrapes his cock deeper inside your velvety folds.

"Taking me so well like the little cock slut you are," he grunts in between thrusts before you feel him bottom out. The sensation of it all is too much for you and your aching pussy to handle, causing tears to fall from your eyes. Sam notices this and his only response is a loud scoff and an eyeroll.

"Nasty slut wanted to be treated like one and now she's crying, huh?" Sam retorts. "Good. Let those tears fall baby."

"Feels so good...please don't stop," you whine.

"Wasn't planning on it, you dirty little thing," Sam coos.

At this point, he's practically fucking the brains out of you until the only thing you can think about is him and how good he's making you feel in this moment. This was everything you dreamed of and more. You had always fantasized about how good his dick would feel, but it could never live up to the toe-curling reality. It was euphoric to say the least. There was just something about the need and passion that added to the current scenario you were in.

The sound of the rickety bed fills your ears as it slams against the thin walls of your room. Usually, you cared what others thought of you, but you just couldn't bring yourself to give a damn when you were so cock drunk on Sam.

"Fuck...think 'm gonna cum Sammy..." you say in a high pitched voice, almost pathetic sounding really.

"Give me whats mine...milk my cock like I deserve," he demands of you. With those words, you find your pussy spasming around him, closer to your inevitable release. One last deep thrust is all you need before you cream his cock with your sweet juices.

"See, wasn't so hard now, was it?" he mocks.

He takes this as an opportunity to rut harder into your slick pussy, feeling himself twitch inside you before spilling his delicious sticky seed into you. He pants through his orgasm, his breath returning to normal in no time along with yours. He slides out of you, hair sticking to both of your sweating foreheads as he climbs gently off of you.

"I hope you learned something today baby."

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[brightsstar]

In a way, i have come to realize that something did still need to be sacrificed for Solar's return, and Eclipse sacrificed himself by sacrificing his dimensional signiture so Solar can continue to exist there. And it is true that the potential outcome for the both of them having the same signiture in the same dimension could end potentially very badly for the both of them. (Look at what happens to Fredbear in fnaf world if you interact with him while Fredbear is your party leader-)

I mean, personally, i had a feeling that dimensional code had something to do with it, but i was thinking more like maybe rewriting it and using the star power to anchor Solar to their dimension instead. Not sacrificing. (Though part of me really hates that it also lines up with what i planned to do in that comic with Eclipse and Solar that i didn't finish. It was gonna end in a similar outcome, but then i got so conflicted over the ending i wanted for it that i had to stop.)

I refuse to believe Eclipse only did it to prove himself superior to Moon. That may be a part of it, but everything he had done leading up to this proves that he cares. And he probably at least did it for Earth. Like, he actually did try to get Moon help before he completely fell off the deep end. That despite everything, he remained set on it (in a much calmer manner too) and even kept exactly what he was told to himself until he was absolutely sure it would work, only hinting that he may have an idea that might work up until that point. Even pushing through what Dark Sun had done to him to try getting as far as possible before he either shut down or until he couldn't move at all anymore. He risked everything just to get the information he has. Considering Dark Sun kept him just on the verge of not dying the whole time he was there. Hell, he even asked for help. Unlike Moon..

He also told Moon at least twice that he had a way to bring Solar back without needing to sacrifice a life the way Moon was trying, and Moon just told him to get on with it, not bothering to ask what that method even was. He didn't care to listen. And, in Eclipse's own words: "Moon's a stubborn mule, Once he has his mind set on something, he will not get off of it! And if I even told him about this whole idea, you know what he would have done? He would've told me to fuck off."

And again, he mentioned he had a different idea to Moon at least twice. No details, but Moon did not care. He was too set on getting him back by sacrifice instead of giving Eclipse the time he needed. Though, honestly, yes that worked in Eclipse's favor when he didn't since Dark Sun is no longer slowing him down.

One thing is for certain, Dark Sun is planning something and it is not good. And our Sun is catching on. He's still a damn hypocrite though.. for someone who kept saying he just wanted to be left alone, he is meddling a lot in their lives for no discernible reason. He could have left them to their lives and kept to himself, but he is clearly taking advantage of Solar's death and the mental state it put New Moon in (also due to his meddling...). Now that he has New Moon, i don't know what he plans to do with him. I presume that New Moon and Dark Sun will be the new villains. I also think that Dark Sun is gonna betray New Moon in some way. They may do the takeover this year, and both previous takeover arcs had betrayal in them. So i will not be surprised.

I think that this descent into insanity arc is over now, and transitioning into the next one since Solar and Old Moon are coming back soon, and Dark Sun and New Moon are up to god knows what. Time to see where things go from here.

[theoceansluvr]

Dick Grayson x Artist! Reader

warnings; none !

author's notes; first post ever i fear😞 inspired by my one and only pookie <9 pure yap but im proud of it nonetheless ! lowercase is intentional !

since he used to be an acrobat he's crazy flexible so he's your PRIME candidate for when you need references !

he will sit still for hours just so you can paint/sketch

he refers to himself as your muse

and ONLY your muse

like completely forgets his whole Nightwing thing and only calls himself that

"Oh their new painting ? Yeah I was the muse for that.. Not to brag or anything !"

(he's bragging)

he actually brags about you all the time to the point it might annoy everybody around you (aka Tim and Dami, Bruce could really care less.)

if you're up late and working on something either so college, commission, or just for fun he likes to sit and watch you

the sound of the pencil on the paper and the way you look under the warm lamp light never fails to charm him

LET'S YOU PAINT/DRAW ON HIM !!!

if he's stressed and can't think about anything but a failed patrol, he hands you a sharpie and let's you go to town

usually falls asleep and wakes up to (what he thinks) is a Picasso level drawing on his bicep

you know those painting dates people do and one of the partners isn't the best artist and the other is phenomenal ?

that's you two !

he took you to the park one day to do that trend because he thought it would be cute

(plus he wanted to try and prove he could paint better than you.. for whatever reason-)

only for him to be outshined by you

he laughs it off and kisses you before admiring the artwork

everything you make is hung up on the walls, the fridge, and even the Batcave much to Bruce's dismay

he says it's because "good work deserves to be shown" even if it's just the two of you(and his father)

if you have galleries you best believe he's going to every. single. one.

and he's talking people into buying your pieces as if he doesn't know you

"You know, this is truly a remarkable piece.. I'm sure it'd luck lovely in your house."

whole time he's talking about a painting that was, unsurprisingly, inspired by him.

literally NEVER stops talking about you proud of you he is, it's incredible

art slump ? he's making you tea and your favorite snack

losing sleep over commissions ? dragging you to bed with the ploy of "not being able to sleep without you"

all in all my favorite lil 5'10 guy and i'd give up everything for him💙

[xxsycamore]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

Napo + blowjobs

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧…

Napoleon + Blowjobs (receiving)

We all know this man is a pleaser, so how often exactly do you get to go down on him? His idea of foreplay puts a heavy focus on toying with his partner - by the time clothes start coming off, you've been kissed a million times, you have marks all over your neck and his hands have already mapped your still-clothed forms... It goes without saying that while getting handsy with you, and while rubbing your hips all over his tented crouch, he's gotten diamond-hard and ready to plunge into your warm tightness - he will settle for nothing less. While he'll take his time stretching you open, preparing you for his cock with the use of his deft fingers and his devilish tongue, he's more than fine skipping to the good part when it comes to his own pleasure. How else would he get to let out that groan of tasting heaven on the first thrust, all swollen and aching?

You might have to pin him down and sit on his legs in order to get to play with him... but once you do, it proves to be rewarding, and not just for him.

Napoleon's eyes often darken with dominance when he has sex with you, but when you suck him off, it's a completely different story. Albeit a bully in the bedroom, Napoleon fucks you like a lover. When he's deep inside you, easily maneuvering you in the position he desires, that's him taking from you - but also giving to you; he's cruel but only at the cost of driving you mad with pleasure on the flipside.

When you suck him off, however, he's Napoleon, the emperor. The moment you put his hardness in your mouth, you realize there's nothing else to it; you're simply pleasuring him, and he's simply going to sit there and enjoy it. And does he enjoy it far more than he lets out.

It could take him a few moments, to fully give into it. He'll want you to start slow, for your own sake. He'll brush the unruly strands of hair out of your face, delicately, one side and then the other. If you need it, he might even gather all of your hair in his big hand; not twisting it, not closing his fist around it - he doesn't want to hurt you accidentally, now, does he? - just so it would be easier for you. Of course he'd make sure to make it easy for you in any way possible, when hasn't he helped you, with anything there could be? Even if it's a different story and he knows it damn well. There it is, the glimpse of his greediness showing, even though he prides himself on keeping it at bay.

When you're taking him in too deep, he'll be mindful to prevent you from choking... he'll groan and his sharp jaw will be tilted just a tad upwards from where you have a good look at it, but he'll grit his teeth and push you off him, as gently as he could. He'll push the pleasure to the back of his mind for a second, even if it eats at him, because you always come first. And when you're playing with fire, being naughty on purpose, he'll knit his brows and scold you because he's too impatient to select his words more thoroughly.

If you managed to get him to keep his hands to himself this far in, that's good for you... but you won't have the same luck once he gets close to coming. It's not that he doesn't want you to finish what you started, oh no... it's just that it's far more pleasurable for him to take control of his upcoming orgasm. Once out of your mouth, he'll wrap his fist around the base of his cock, push it past your glistening lips again, rub it tentatively on the inside of your cheek. You might wrap your lips around him and resume the suction just to tip him over the edge, but ultimately he'll be pumping himself to culmination with the feeling of your tongue on his swollen glans, thirsty for every last drop. Because that's how he likes it. If his virile spurts happen to miss their target and splash on your face, now that won't be so bad either. You know it isn't, because of the look he has in his eyes. If there's a part of his brain not taken over by the primality, what is it thinking about? How no other person has the privilege of doing this to you? Perhaps it's that.

In the next second Napoleon sucks on a breather, putting effort in stabilizing his breathing in no time, because he has to check up on you. He's asking you about the tears he saw in the corner of his eyes, and if your throat hurts, and he has no damn clue his voice still drips with dark desire. He might wipe your face clean, but his hands are definitely going to linger, thumb stroking your cheek because even if his come is all cleaned, he won't be forgetting the sight of your skin streaked hotly with it. Don't be fooled by the softness of his eyes.

8/10 ❝ Haah... When I praise you like that, you start sucking me so enthusiastically... aren't you a little too naughty? Do you enjoy it when I claim you here as well? Makes me wonder if - nghh - if your insides are aching for me, wishing I was fucking you there instead? Don't look at me with those eyes. You know I'll give you my cock wherever you want it, as long as you're being good and patient. ❞

-> (ALWAYS OPEN) send me a kink & I'll give you a headcanon and rating for Napoleon!

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[microwavedmetal]

I felt the need to do a list of all the hilson fics that I remember have this trope or something that goes near it. I've also taken the liberty to add stories that even barely brushes the concept.

When House is Bored

gracefultree

Summary:

When House gets bored, he asks uncomfortable questions that he doesn't expect Wilson to answer... only this time, he answers and House has to deal with the consequences.

Comment: This one comes closest to fulfilling the actual prompt imo

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How Not To Be Boring

By: fourleggedfish

House is bored, and Wilson is tired of being labeled the boring half of the friendship...so he calls House on a dare. And then stuff ensues. House/Wilson, EXPLICIT SLASH/NC-17! Now rendered AU; pretty much disregards everything starting with "Softer Side"

Comment: Also fits the criteria, but it's technically it's Wilson that started it all

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The Kissing Experiment

starryvioletnight

Summary:

Wilson gets a kiss one day from none other than Gregory House. And then he gets another, and another. Why is House kissing him once a day? Wilson doesn't know, but surely it's completely platonic.

Just a lot of fluff. I wanted to write them kissing.

Comment: This one is more about actions than joking words. 'I'm kissing you, and if you take offense I'm pulling a 'no homo' '.

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Contamination

Someone overhears House's "confession" to Stacy in "The Mistake", and the rumors get a little out of hand.

Comment: Stories diverges from the initial prompt from now on. House jokes about being with Wilson. Everyone believes he was being serious. It changes stuff.

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It’s Not Gay If It’s a Prank

cashewmilkhotel

Summary:

House “pranks” Wilson by stealing all of his clothes and leaving him with only a skimpy maid outfit, Wilson tries to fight back.

Set in the beginning of the series when Wilson gets divorced and House lets him sleep on his couch but not without a bombardment of pranks.

Comment: House really played himself with that one. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

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Flirt Alert

QueerSolar

Summary:

Wilson cannot recognize when someone is flirting with him, even if he swears he can. House decides to teach Wilson what flirting looks like, by flirting with the man, like the countless nurses would. How could his plan backfire?

Comment: House platonically flirts with Wilson to prove a point? Yeah, right.

[part-time-zombie]

Sleep Tight

pairings: brotherly creativitwins

summary: for over a month now, roman has heard strange sounds coming from under his bed. he's certain he must have a monster lurking under there, and he plans to prove it.

tags/warnings: none

word count: 1762

It’s been going on for months now. Not regularly enough to be predictable, but common enough to be noticeable. Anytime it stormed, or if the night was so quiet it felt like the whole world disappeared, Roman would hear it beneath his bed. A scratching or shuffling would wake him up, sounding like something trying very hard to be quiet but not quite being able to silence the noise of its movements.

He was willing to write it off as his mind playing tricks on him at first. An unfortunate side effect of his overactive imagination, to be sure. That is, until Roman felt something cold and clammy take hold of his hand after he mistakenly let it hang off the end of the bed.

It was a weak hold, not hurtful at all, but he still reeled his hand back as if it were burned all the same. A particularly loud scuffle was heard beneath the bedframe, and when Roman took a flashlight to try and find the source, he only saw darkness.

That experience was evidence enough for him. There was something under his bed.

As unsettling as this discovery was for him, he wasn’t about to tell anyone about it. He was a prince for crying out loud, he’s slain dragon-witches and vanquished many a threat, there was no way he was about to admit he was scared of the monster under his bed. Mainly because he wasn’t scared. He couldn’t be.

Slaying the monster would most likely be an easy feat, all things considered. It couldn’t be any larger than himself, and he’s defeated beasts taller than trees before. That wasn’t the scary part, though. The scary part was that Roman had no idea what it wanted.

If it wanted to hurt him, it likely would have done so by now. It fled before he could get a proper look at it, so it might even be scared of him. The question is, why is it here? It doesn’t seem to have any motive, and no one else had voiced any complaints about things going bump in the night for them, so it was clearly focused on him. Roman couldn’t have conjured it; he wouldn’t create anything like this and even if he did he would definitely remember doing so. So if he didn’t summon it, and it isn’t here to hurt him, then why is it here? Does it just want to torment him and rob him of his precious beauty rest?

There was only one way to get a clear answer.

He waited for the next quiet night that he knew it would visit on to lay his trap. It was nearly three in the morning by now, and he still refused to fall asleep. This was a prime hour for the creature to make its appearance, and he wasn’t about to miss it.

Roman laid completely still, lying on his stomach with one arm draped casually over the bed like before as bait. Everything was quiet, as if the room itself were holding its breath in anticipation. Any minute now, and it would be here.

He was beginning to doubt that it would appear at all by the time he heard it. That same shuffling from before reached his ears, and he perked back up. It was here at last.

He put all of his energy into lying as limp and motionless as possible, leveling out his breathing to further portray a convincing act of deep sleep.

The sounds continued for a few more minutes and he could practically imagine this unseen monster getting into its desired position beneath his bedframe, quietly pushing a few stray items aside while trying not to wake its host.

Sure enough, the sounds reached a lull at the same time that a cool hand finally took hold of his own, securing it in a loose but clear grip.

Roman responded in a flash, seizing the hand in a tight hold before leaping to the floor and pulling the intruder out from under his bed. He heard a high-pitched shriek come from the thing as he dragged it out, gaining advantage of the element of surprise to further haul it out when it tried to resist. It was screeching loudly the whole while, fighting against him with a desperate fervor as it tried to hide back under the bed.

Not ready to lose this opportunity, he used his free hand to quickly switch on the bedside lamp, finally illuminating the unwelcome presence that plagued him.

Remus stared back at him with wide eyes, frozen in place from where Roman had half dragged him out from under his bed.

“I can explain,” he started, awkwardly standing up to join him and brushing off a few dust bunnies that still clung to him. “It’s not what you think…”

“Are you sure? Because you had me thinking there was a monster under my bed.”

“I mean, you were technically right,” Remus said with an anxious chuckle. Roman only responded with a scowl, not in the mood for jokes right now.

“So do you want to tell me what the hell you’ve been doing, hiding under my bed and terrorizing me for the last month or so?” he asked.

Remus looked down for a moment, awkwardly fidgeting with his hands. “I didn’t wanna scare you, I was just… never mind, it’s stupid. I won’t do it again, alright?”

Remus tried to pass him in an attempt to leave, but Roman wasn’t having it. Grabbing hold of his shirt, he stopped Remus dead in his tracks before shoving him back to the bed, where his knees buckled on impact and he ended up sitting on the mattress.

“No, you explain yourself right here and now,” he growled, fixing him with the sternest glare he was capable of. “I’ve woken up to the sound of you rustling around down there for over a month now, and I wanna know why.”

Remus stared up at him in surprise, before the surprise quickly turned to something closer to guilt. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, eyes drifting around the room as he tried to find a way to clear things up.

“I wasn’t meaning to bother you, or even really wake you up. Honest.” he said, finally looking back up at him. “It’s stupid but… I just wanted to be near you. It helps.”

Roman arched an eyebrow, confusion and curiosity rapidly replacing the frustration from earlier. “What do you mean by ‘it helps’? Helps with what?”

Remus looked down at his lap again, looking embarrassed. Only, Remus was never embarrassed. He was brash and bold and unashamed. He didn’t fear anything, right?

“You’re ‘good’ creativity. You get the good ideas and the good dreams. I only really get nightmares most nights. A lot of the time it’s fine, but sometimes…” Remus let out a shaky breath, looking small and frail in a way Roman had never seen. “Sometimes I don’t wanna sleep alone. It’s nice in your room and knowing you’re there just kinda makes it easier for me to fall back asleep. I don’t take anything when I rise up under there, and I never try to wake you up, but I just wanted to feel safe for a little while.”

Remus looked up at him, an earnest look on his face. “I won’t do it again. Promise.”

Roman let out a small sigh. He may have his issues with his brother, but he wasn’t completely heartless. Besides, he did feel a little bad for him. He was right, Roman never really had bad dreams, aside from the night after he was in Virgils room. If nightmares like that plagued Remus every night, it’d be hard to not sympathize at least a little.

“You’re right, Remus. You’re not going to sleep under my bed anymore.” Remus nodded obediently, head drooping slightly, but Roman wasn’t finished. “Because next time you feel like you need to, just wake me up and you can sleep over.”

The dukes head shot up in shock, a look of sheer disbelief on his face. “… what?”

“I mean, bring your own things, and don’t make a mess of my room, but I’m sure it can’t be comfortable down there. The bed’s big enough, or you could do a sleeping bag if you prefer the floor, but still. Let me know and you can spend the night if you need. Just don’t go inviting Janus, or telling him for that matter.”

Remus stared at him with the same wide-eyed expression as before. “You mean it?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t. You can even stay over tonight if you want,” he said with a small smile. “As long as you don’t make me regret this.”

A wide grin spread across Remus’ face as he stood up from the bed and all but threw himself at Roman, trapping him in a painfully tight hug.

“And here I thought you hated me,” he said, face pressed against Romans collarbone so deeply it almost completely muffled his words.

“Jury’s still out on that,” he joked. “But hey, we’re still brothers. That won’t change anytime soon, like it or not.”

“I like it a lot, actually.”

Roman hummed thoughtfully, returning the hug albeit in a much less suffocating manner.  Remus eventually released him from the embrace, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Can I go get my stuff?”

“As long as whatever you bring doesn’t smell or stain.”

Remus nodded eagerly. “It won’t, promise.”

With that he quickly headed back to his room, and Roman busied himself by grabbing a spare pillow and blanket from his closet just in case. He was just getting the other side of the bed set up by the time Remus came back, a sleeping bag under one arm and a pillow under the other.

“Did you want the bed?” Roman asked.

“I mean, are you fine with it?”

“Wear actual pajamas and try not to kick me in your sleep, and we’re good.”

Remus seemed fine with that, as he wasted no time in getting himself set up on the opposite side of the bed, while Roman settled back down for the night.

In no time they were both tucked under the covers, with Roman turning out the lamp but keeping the night light on, and Remus snuggling up to him with a contented hum.

It seems Roman found the extra presence comforting as well, as he fell asleep faster that night than he ever had before.

@keitaisghost @nico-the-overlord @britt-ish123 @rougeside4 @lio-the-chaotic-nonbeanie-weenie @new-zee-land @can-i-take-a-stab

[glorified-red]

oooo a 5k? Are you a student athlete?is that how you got a full ride?

Yes, but no, but yes, but no.

I've been an althete for my entire school career up until my senior year of highschool, so I guess? Student Athlete?

For a year or so I was a gymnast. (My sister and I did it together, she stayed her entire life, I did not, obviously)

Then for a few years I played T-Ball (recently found out via my mom that I made the front page of the city newspaper because I hit the ball and then felt really bad so I went to go pick it up instead of like....playing the game).

Then I played soccer for, so many years, I couldn't tell you how many, I lost count. (I was offense most of the time, rip my ankles)

I almost did volleyball but chickened out last minute (wouldve been a setter or libero).

Then, being the band kid I was, I joined marching band my freshman year. (ah seven years of playing an instrument leads to this)

Got bored of that so I switched to colorguard for two years which was soooo much more athletically demanding my GAWD. (two years of ✨trauma✨ but I might buy a sabre soon, idk, feeling kinda silly)

And Senior year I did nothing and got a job to fill the void of having way too much freetime for me to know what to do with. How do you guys not do sports? What do you do with all the free time???

So yes, I was a "student athlete," kinda sorta, not really, but sure. If I kept playing I probably could've gotten a music scholarship but I haven't touched that instrument in almost 3 years. Same with maybe a marching band scholarship? Idk if my college does that tbh.

But how I actually got my scholarships? Tests and Parents pfft.

5.2 + 3.98 GPA (dont ask why its not a 4.0, I will literally start crying, went my ENTIRE LIFE with a 4.0 only for the lAsT sEmEsTer of SENIOR YEAR---full disrespect: fuck college Spanish), straight A's MINUS ONE CLASS (if I could fist fight college spanish I so would).

I was a dual enrollment kid so I was half a highschool student and half a college student, shot my GPA through the roof and got me to graduate with my AA the same year I graduated highschool. I was the Jason Todd, loved school, was great at school, never struggled, never studied, etc etc.

SAT scores and ACT scores got me a 75% scholarship to any college I wanted to go to in the area (I was only a few points away from 100% but I was too lazy to try again lmao). Then I got another scholarship for being a military brat. Then I got another one for having parents with post-military issues where I basically get paid to go to school. All of that just combines to a full ride, plus any extra money from the scholarships goes to me which is more than I need so it's in my savings acct.

First two years of college were completely free because I was in the dual enrollment program (free college woo), next three years are free because of multiple scholarships, I just say full ride cuz it's quicker to say and gets the point across.

As for the 5ks: My mom and I like to do them together and do at least one a month. This month we're doing an obstacle 5k where you physically cannot complete it without a buddy or a group. Army crawling under electricity, balancing on things by countering each others weight, ninja warrior wall where your team is at the top to catch you, etc etc.

My family (found moreso than blood) is going as Justice League members because there were too many of us to be the Power Rangers. We're doing another one of these in Dec. and then the 10k version of it next year and then hopefully the 15k version. I know my mom and I want to eventually do a marathon.

My main goal is to complete a triathalon. I've ALWAYS wanted to do one so we're gonna try to do it sometime late next year. Starting with the shorter triathalons and slowly working our way up to the more average/long ones.

Now don't get it twisted, I'm not like, a runner or workout junky. Quite literally the opposite. My mom is a runner and its her therapy. Mine? Meeting new people, getting some sun, getting the body moving, and maybe getting some nice scenary. I do run parts of the races, but for the most part I like a nice brisk walk since its healthier for my body than running (yay chronic pain and stupid ovaries!)

I hate the stereotype that you have to run the whole thing or be super fit to do marathons and races. No?? Anyone who wants to can. The point for me isn't to win or to place, its just to finish and have fun. Do I enjoy having a good time? Hell yea, I beat my time by 10 minutes last solo 5k I did. But I'm also the first person who will happily sacrifice a good time so I can enjoy meeting other racers and walking with them.

The last 5k I did was a forest one (it fucking sucked) where the terrain was sand and there were soooo many branches and hills. I watched a racer sprain their ankle right in front of me so we ended up walking the rest together and I carried them for some bits. So my time was terrible, but hey, I got to meet someone I never would've if I didn't stop---and that's more valuable to me.

[vaguely-concerned]

Thinking about the symbolic weight of smoking in the TLT universe that comes to the fore in The Unwanted Guest -- the way it moves through from person to person: Pyrrha smoked, and Augustine wanted to impress her in all her stone cold fox MILF James Bond glory (and tbf who wouldn't) so he started too. and even though as far as he knows she's been gone for a myriad and is never coming back, he keeps the habit. Ianthe sees something in the hollowed-out Faberge eggshell of Augustine that resonates with her, all that gilded eloquent emptiness and disdain through the ages, so she picked it up from him to try to emulate it. She picked it up so hard that Palamedes -- the exact spiritual antithesis of the 'smoking! on a space station! what a powermove' ennui Ianthe so admired -- spontaneously unnerded enough to even known how to, simply from a sort of contact contamination of the soul.

G1deon and Augustine sharing a jittery smoke after their near-Harrow experience during soup night, and it's the closest thing to any real sense of brotherhood that remains between them. Pyrrha going ten thousand years dying both literally and for a smoke (and then Camilla sold her fucking cigarettes (for a third of what they were worth, probably Pyrrha's own good, and also more importantly grocery money). what an entirely haunted time to be alive etc.). Augustine and Mercy trading a cigarette back and forth in the middle of their collusion over the love and murder of god.

An act of small and measured self-destruction in the name of something a little bit like connection when you're stuck somewhere in yourself where love itself dares not or cannot tread (ritualized, transmissible)..........

[impish-ivy]

Here’s a refresher of how Asmo and Solomon forged their pact.

Spoilers for lesson 7

Welp. That’s that.

He was not forced or manipulated into a pact in NB. He wanted to forge a pact, he literally says so.

This pact is a huge part in Asmo fully accepting he’s a demon. By saying he was manipulated into this pact you’re taking a ton of Asmo’s agency as a character away.

[queenangst]

percy didnt want to be a half blood. he never wanted to be a hero. he goes home every summer. he craves normalcy. he asked for blue coke. he plays basketball and likes skateboarding. he made the empire state building light up blue for his mom. he turned down immortality because he wanted to live a normal life. percy has always, always wanted to stay tethered to the normal, mortal world. he didn't look back.

[bloomingbluebell]

man... rhoam's "redemption" in aoc really sucked, huh?

like botw SHOWED us, several times, how much pressure rhoam put on zelda to unlock her powers, despite her telling him, several times, that it wasn't working. he got angry and banned her from doing not only something she saw as useful, but something that she was clearly very interested in and passionate about because she "wasn't dedicating enough time to her prayers." yes, his diary expresses regret for it, but at the end of the day, if zelda saw that it wouldn't mean much to her. the actions rhoam took, and the way zelda grew up under so much pressure that she nearly died as a child in one of the springs (this is in urbosa's diary, iirc) mean so much more than his regrets and his intentions. it took him nearly 10 years to realize that he fucked up, and by that point it was too late. the calamity had returned, and rhoam had lost any chance he had at making things right with zelda.

meanwhile, in aoc, all that's there is some half-hearted scene in the temple of time that's supposed to make everything better? yes, aoc had a very different and arguably better outcome than the calamity that led to botw, but the damage was still done by rhoam. it's still the same hurts and abuse and trauma that he put his daughter through all because of the prophesized calamity.

[leonardalphachurch]

ε-gamma is so funny. gary is all like, oh i’m going to be gay and evil and torture the alpha again and try to take over the galaxy and fall in love with a man with a mustache and ε-gamma is literally like bro i am just s i am just sitting here

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

The first real conversation Katniss has with Peeta is when he tells her that he wants to die as himself, that he doesn't want the games to change him into something he's not, and that he wants to keep his identity and prove he's more than just a piece in their games because that's the only thing he has left to care about.

The first time we see Lucy Gray she sings a song that basically says that nothing they could take from her was worth keeping. "Can't take my past. Can't take my history... You can't take my charm. You can't take my health."

The capitol has taken everything from them both, but at the same time, they could never take away who they are.

They are both likeable charismatic and funny, with the kindest hearts, and incredibly loyal to the people they care about.

At the same time, everything they do before the games, and during is calculated. Lucy Gray singing a love song and winning the hearts of the capitol. Peeta confesses he's in love with his district partner, therefore cementing her identity as desirable. Both of them know how to sway people with words, how to charm people, and how to manipulate crowds. Neither of them has any problem doing so to keep themselves, and the people they love safe.

Lucy Gray's song The Old Therebefore, about learning how to love and live her life to the fullest before death, a final and calculated stroke in a last-ditch effort to save herself from the arena. This evokes enough emotion in the watchers to get them to rise to their feet and plead for her life alongside Snow.

Snow, watching the 74th and preparing for the 75th Hunger Games sees Lucy Gray in Katniss. A young girl, from the 12th district. Unafraid at the reaping. Selling a false love story, manipulating a boy who loves her in order to get out and supporting the revolution with the mockingjay as her symbol.

He threatens her family to get her to sell that she and Peeta are in love, to prevent the revolution, because obviously, she's pretending. He's had experience with a girl just like her before. He has no doubt that she has the acting ability to sell this story because clearly, she manipulated the first Hunger Games in her favor, the same way Lucy Gray manipulated him.

Watching the interviews for the 75th Hunger Games he realizes-

Katniss is just an impulsive girl, in a Mockingjay dress she didn't know about, made by someone who supports the revolution.

Peeta is a boy who has the ability to move people with just his words. He made Katniss desirable, he was the one who sold the love story, and he was the one to make their romance seem real. Katniss only started the revolution because she would rather risk dying with him than live without him. A concept President Snow was completely unfamiliar with. And it is with all these realizations crashing around him Peeta drops the baby bomb. He knows the baby's not real, and so does Snow. But it evokes enough emotion in the watchers to get them to rise to their feet and plead for the lives of the tributes.

Is it Lucy Gray or Peeta?

By the time Snow realizes he's made a mistake, it's too late.

Peeta is still charming and manipulating the capitol. Katniss is in love.

He goes up against a kindhearted boy expecting to beat Sejanus again, only to find out that it's Lucy Gray he's fighting; knowing he will never be able to escape their ghosts.

-from a conversation i had with @grandtyphoonpoetry breaking down every character in the hunger games.

[wonusite]

The Thing About Pretty Boys

❝ You’re convinced that pretty boy Seonghwa could never fuck anyone stupid. He decides to prove you wrong. ❞

PAIRING: park seonghwa x female reader

GENRE: friends to lovers au, smut

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: pwp, repressed feelings, overuse of the word pretty (sorry not sorry), seonghwa is HUNG, cock drunk!reader, pussy drunk!seonghwa, mentions of anal, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, multiple creampies, backshots, squirting, dumbification, possessiveness, breeding kink, overstimulation

A/N: this has been long overdue, and i hope you guys like it! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

“There’s no way.”

Your incredulous snort makes Seonghwa pause. He whips his head in your direction, pretty frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. You keep laughing, keeling over until your loose nightshirt starts to hang off one of your shoulders. The way you’re falling over like he said something hilarious is starting to irritate him. Like really fucking bad.

When you finally stop laughing, you notice the deep scowl your friend is directing at you. Even as he's directing a scornful glare at you, he looks unfairly pretty. The thought makes you huff out one last weak laugh. “What? Don’t give me that look.”

His jaw flexes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “You believed fucking Mingi when he said the same thing.”

Your nonchalant shrug makes Seonghwa’s eye twitch in annoyance. He’s not offended, not exactly. It’s just the slightest bit irritating that he’s literally in your room, on your bed, alone, and you still can’t think of him in a way he desperately wants you to.

“Because it’s obvious that Mingi knows what he’s doing. Like, you can tell he’s a beast in bed.”

“And what makes you think I’m not?”

It’s weird that he’s so insistent on getting you to believe him. Seonghwa usually doesn’t care about what anyone thinks since he claims to know himself the best, so other people’s opinions don’t really matter. Apparently, he isn’t too different from all the other guys you’ve met. It’s kind of cute.

“I just— Who cares?” You splutter, suddenly feeling flustered with how he’s staring at you so intently.

“Tell me why.”

You nearly recoil in shock at how assertive and dominant Seonghwa sounds. His tone and hard eyes makes something inside you flutter with desire. Taken aback by your own indecent reaction, you clear your throat and avert your eyes back to the paused sex scene out of a movie you can't remember the name of.

If you could go back in time and pick a different movie that hadn’t started this entire thing, you would.

“Fine.” You sigh, willing yourself to calm down. “I just think that most pretty boys aren’t able to fuck anyone stupid. That’s all—it’s nothing personal.”

Oh, but it is.

To Seonghwa, who had pictured you writhing and screaming from pleasure under him way too many times to be considered normal, it’s definitely personal.

“I could fuck you stupid.”

His words hang in the air heavily. You expect him to give you that pretty, nonchalant smile of his and tell you that he’s joking. But he doesn’t. In fact, Seonghwa is looking at you with an unmistakable heat and determination in his gaze that has you feeling like prey.

“Whatever.” You force yourself to choke out a laugh, mind already wandering to what it would be like to fuck such a pretty man.

Seonghwa seems unfazed by your dismissal. He stands up from your bed before kneeling at the edge in front of where you’re sitting. You let out a shocked yelp when he grabs your bare legs and yanks you toward him. His eyes are dark as he gazes up at you like he’s going to devour you.

The heat coming from his hands and just having him nestled between your legs makes your cunt throb. It’s embarrassing how fast you’re getting turned on, but you blame it on the fact that it has everything to do that Seonghwa is just so damn pretty.

“H-Hwa.” You actually fucking whimper, sounding completely needy.

“Gonna let me prove it?” He smirks, hands gently caressing your thighs that are unconsciously spreading for him.

“Fine.” You try to sound like you aren’t already soaking, horny mess. “You have to hurry, though. Sannie’s gonna be back soon.”

Seonghwa nearly growls at the mention of your clingy roommate. He trails his hands up the soft skin of your thighs and grips the edges on your panties. You let out a scandalized gasp when he literally rips them off of you. He throws them over his shoulder before flipping up your oversized shirt and exposing your hot cunt to the air.

His groan makes you clench around nothing. Before you can say anything, Seonghwa yanks you forward and smashes his face into your wet pussy. Any and all coherent thoughts are quickly ejected from your mind. You let out a small moan when you feel your friend’s tongue split through your folds, tasting you for the first time.

“Fuck.” Seonghwa moans into your cunt. “I knew you would taste good.”

His words make your brain turn into literal mush because what the fuck? Had he been thinking about what it would be like to eat you out? The mere thought has more juices spilling out of you. Your body’s reaction only spurs Seonghwa on, his hands gripping your thighs tighter and pulling you further on his mouth.

You toss your head back with a moan. All you can feel is his tongue plunging deep inside you. Every time his nose bumps against your throbbing clit, it sends jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“S-Shit, Hwa.” You whimper, hands falling to his messy hair.

Seonghwa smirks into your pussy when you start to tug on his hair. He hums against your leaking hole before latching onto your swollen nub and suckling on it with a lewd slurping sound. Your cries of pleasure sound like music to his ears, and it makes him more determined to have you begging and crying for his cock. Seonghwa is sure your moans would sound even prettier when he’s actually splitting you open with his dick.

“So good.” You mewl as he keeps sucking on your aching bud. “K-Keep doing that.”

Seonghwa starts to plant sloppy kisses on your glistening folds before dragging his tongue up your slit. He repeats the action a few times before he sucks your puffy clit back into his mouth. The sight of your face twisting in pleasure is a sight he’ll never forget. To see the object of his fantasies writhing and shaking from pleasure has his cock straining in his pants, eager to be stuffed into your cunt.

You start to grind your pussy into his face as he keeps licking and fucking you with his tongue. His ravenous movements are like that of a starved man, and soon you feel your abdomen tighten with the need to release.

“I-I think I’m gonna come.” You moan, surprised that he managed to get you so close to an orgasm in such a short amount of time.

Seonghwa groans into your sopping cunt. “Do it, baby. Come all over my tongue. Let me taste you.”

You gasp out his name as a wave of pleasure suddenly washes over you. The tight coil in your stomach snaps as your walls become impossibly tight. Your moan is loud and wanton as you squirt all over your friend’s face.

Seonghwa’s moan sounds animalistic as he presses his tongue flat against your entrance, collecting all your sweet juices and slurping you dry. He’s practically making out with your pussy until there’s none of your addicting cream left to lap up.

“Mhm, baby. You taste so fucking good.”

You’re a trembling mess as he plants gentle kisses on your inner thighs before standing up, your juices covering his chin. The sight of you all fucked out because of him, makes the desire in his gut get more intense.

“Sorry.” You huff out, mind a bit more clear when you see him licking his lips. “I-I’ve– that usually doesn’t happen.”

To be exact, it’s never happened.

“I’ll forgive you.” He sounds sweet as he starts to unbuckle his belt. Seonghwa pulls his shirt off before pulling his pants down until he’s left in only his underwear, impressive bulge standing out. “But only if you do it again—on my cock this time.”

You can’t be mad that he looks so smug because he’s just so fucking pretty. He becomes even more attractive after sliding his underwear off and letting his big cock slap against his lower abdomen. The large organ is intimidatingly long and thick as it throbs and leaks with precum. Your mouth waters, and you can’t be surprised that his cock is a pretty as he is.

Unfortunately, you don’t get to admire it for too long because Seonghwa grabs you and flips you around. You’re propped up on your elbows and knees to support your weight, large shirt bunching at your waist as he arches your back to the angle he wants.

Seonghwa licks his lips as he squeezes and caresses your ass, leaking cock throbbing at the pretty sight of you all ready to get fucked. This is way better than any of his fantasies, and he hopes that this is only the first time of many.

“Such a pretty ass. Maybe you’ll let me fuck it next time.” His sultry voice has you dripping in desperation. “But for now, let’s see how much you can handle, baby.”

A needy, pathetic mewl tumbles out of you as Seonghwa presses his oozing tip against your entrance. He rubs and taps it against your folds, enjoying how you’re desperately rutting your hips back. Just minutes ago you were adamant that he wasn’t capable of getting this sort of reaction.

Your mouth drops open in pleasure when he slowly eases his cock into you. “O-Oh, fuck.” Your moan is weak as your eyes slowly close.

Seonghwa looks down to where his fat cock is pushing into your tightness, stretching you wider than ever before and claiming your pretty cunt as his. The sight is mesmerising, and he can’t stop the deep moan he lets out from it. His cock throbs wildly as he finally bottoms out. You’re so hot and tight that he might actually blow his load before he even gets the chance to fuck you properly.

His cock is hitting your deepest spot, and you let out a wanton moan as you tightly grip your sheets. “Fuck me!”

A carnal desire takes over Seonghwa when he hears your needy cry. He’s never been able to deny you anything, and he doesn’t plan to start now. Immediately, he begins to pummel in and out of you, fucking your sopping cunt roughly. Obscene noises fill the room as his pelvis slams against your ass.

Seonghwa can’t take his eyes off your pretty little pussy and how it swallows his cock so perfectly. His heavy balls are being stained with your arousal as they slap against your puffy clit. He becomes more ravenous with every rough thrust.

“You’re already soaking my cock, baby. I fucking knew you wouldn’t be able to get enough.” He grunts as he grabs your hips, quickly growing obsessed with how you feel around him.

It's true, and you can't deny it. Not that you want to. His cock is stretching you out so good that you can’t think straight.

“So fucking good.” You mewl as you deepen your arch so he can fuck you deeper.

One of Seonghwa’s hands trails down your body to squeeze your ass while the other goes around your waist to rub your sensitive clit. He pounds into you harder, loving the cries and whimpers you’re letting out every time he fucks his cock into your juicy cunt. You’re throwing yourself back on him to meet his thrusts, loving how his big cock splits you open with every snap of his hips.

“Gonna ruin this sweet little pussy so only I fit.” Seonghwa growls, spanking your ass harshly.

His words make you clench on his cock and coat it with more of your cream. You whine and cry out for him, already feeling any thoughts that aren’t about his big dick being fucked out of you. His hips start to snap with a rough precision you claimed he wasn’t capable of, and you wonder how longer it’ll take him to realize that he already proved you wrong.

Seonghwa feels your cunt start to tighten around his cock like it doesn’t want to let go. With the way you’re starting to tremble, he can tell you’re close to falling apart. But he wants to see your face when you do. It’s the thing he’s wanted the most since he met you.

You cry out in protest when Seonghwa abruptly pulls out his hard cock of your pussy. Before you can beg him to put it back in, he’s flipping you on your back. He gently caresses your shaking thighs with a heated gaze. Then, he’s removing the big shirt you have on, dark eyes taking in every inch of your exposed body.

“Hwa.” You plead through a needy mewl. “Don’t tease.”

The look on your face makes his cock throb painfully. You look absolutely fucked out, and to think he hasn’t even made you come yet. Seonghwa licks his lips and teases your soaking entrance with his leaking tip. His smirk is deviant, but so hot that all you can do is buck your hips desperately. Unlike your initial thoughts, your friend doesn’t make you wait.

It’s satisfying how Seonghwa’s jaw snaps open as he watches your pretty pussy slowly get filled with his thick cock. The erotic sight drives him to start fucking into you again. He lets out a deep groan when he sees your cream coat his entire length as you squeeze him tighter than anyone ever has.

Pleasure consumes you and licks up your entire body as Seonghwa pounds his cock into your hot cunt. Your moans turn into loud cries that mix into the lewd squelching coming from where you two are connected when he presses your legs to your chest. The new position allows him to fuck into you deeper than before.

All coherent thoughts are slowly dissipating every time his cock pounds against your sweet spot. A carnal desire takes over and has you begging for more through broken whimpers. “Fuh-Fuck. Fill me up, Hwa.”

The moan Seonghwa lets out is as pretty as he is. Your wanton pleas trigger something primal inside of him, and he feels himself going feral at the thought of breeding you.

“You want my cum, baby?” He coos sweetly, heavy balls slapping against your ass in sync with your wanton moans.

It’s embarrassing how fast you nod, back arching as you feel a wave of pleasure start to consume you. His cock is throbbing inside you, and all you can think about is milking him for all that he’s worth. “Want it so bad!”

“Fuck.” Seonghwa sucks in a sharp breath. “Pretty little pussy’s so tight for me.”

Your filthy moans are quickly stifled when Seonghwa bends down to kiss you. His movements are passionate and desperate, teeth tugging at your bottom lips. It feels like your brain has turned into static with all the euphoric sensations consuming you. All you can focus on is his cock splitting you open and the sounds of your skin slapping against his.

When Seonghwa pulls back, he maintains eye contact. As you stare into his eyes, you can see that they’re filled with an emotion that goes beyond lust and arousal. It makes your heart pound for an entirely different reason. His gentle stare is a great contrast to the rough snap of his hips.

That affectionate look is all it takes for you to squirt all over your friend once again. Your cry is loud as you cover his abdomen with your orgasm.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Make a mess all over me.” Seonghwa moans as he watches you go dumb on his cock.

The sight of your pretty face slack with pleasure has him fucking into your cervix savagely. Your cunt is gripping his cock so tightly that it doesn’t take long for him to release his thick load inside you. His thrusts grow sloppy as he starts to fill you with ropes of cum. Your soppy cunt is overflowing with so much of his seed that it bubbles around the base of his cock and leaks down to your ass—a filthy sight Seonghwa will never forget.

You’re both panting as he slowly lets go of your legs. Seonghwa watches you carefully, but doesn’t make a move to pull out of you. He wants to keep you plugged and full of his cum, and by how you slowly wrap your legs around his waist, it seems like you feel the same way.

When you come back to your senses, you nervously lick your lips when you see Seonghwa’s smirk. “What?”

“You’re a squirter?” His words sound teasing.

“N-No.” You pant out, unsure of how to tell him he’s the only one capable of evoking such a reaction from your body.

Apparently, your friend only sees this as another one of your challenges. He caresses your soft thighs as a challenging look crosses his face.

“Do it again.”

Seonghwa starts to move again, his aching cock sliding against your walls with ease as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. He unhooks your legs from his waist so he can place them on his shoulders. From this angle he can see your filthy cunt being split open on his thick cock.

“I can’t.” You manage to moan out, loving how his dick drags against your velvety walls with precision. “God, Hwa. I-It’s too much.”

“You say that, but your pretty little pussy keeps squeezing my cock like it doesn’t want to let go.” He says as his thumb starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. “I’m sure you can squirt for me again if I give you another load, hm?”

Seonghwa’s smirk is cocky when he feels your cunt tighten around him again. He loves how you don’t deny it. In fact, you whine out a quiet more as he continues to fuck you. His thumb is still stimulating your puffy bud as his hips snap into you. Clearly, your friend is enjoying fucking you to the point of delirium. You can’t complain because you’re enjoying it just as much.

“Tight little cunt was made to take my cock.” He grunts as his eyes start to roll to the back of his head.

You can’t fathom how it feels like he knows your body more than you do. His cock keeps ramming against your g-spot, and all you can do is let out moans and mewls of pleasure. You’re sure it won’t be long until you come again.

A ring of white cream surrounds the base of his cock and slowly drips down his balls and on to the sheets. Seonghwa knows you won’t ever be able to forget how good he’s fucked you, and he also knows that he’s potentially ruined you for any other man. Not that he would let you go after feeling your pussy.

“God, baby. Your sweet pussy’s already gonna make me come again.” Seonghwa groans, thrusts becoming tougher and sharper. “Gonna let me come inside again?”

“Yes!” You squeal, already gone dumb again. “Come inside me!”

The overstimulation has lewd and filthy sounds coming out of you, but you can’t help it. Especially not when you look down and see how his big cock is piercing into your tight cunt. You gasp and jolt as he continues to ram into you like you’re nothing more than a hole. Your legs start to tremble as your third orgasm abruptly hits you.

Like the two previous times, your toes curl as you uncontrollably squirt on his cock.

“Such a good girl.” Seonghwa praises you with his pretty smile. “Here’s your reward.”

He slams into you a few more time before he spills his thick seed inside you, filling you to the brim. Your eyes roll back as your pussy contracts around Seonghwa’s pulsing cock. The feeling of his hot cum filling your insides is so fucking good that all you can do is mewl his name weakly and pathetically. It feels like your mind is clouded with a euphoric haze preventing you from thinking straight.

Soon, Seonghwa pulls out of your creamy cunt, his cum dripping out of you and staining the sheets beneath you. His eyes darken at the sight of your sensitive folds covered with his seed. A low growl builds in his chest as he swoops down to smash his lips on to yours. You moan into his mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue to deepen the kiss.

When he pulls away from you, he gives you another lascivious smirk. “We’re not done yet, baby.”

It shouldn’t excite you this much that he’s not done. You’re literally dripping with his cum, but you still want more. His hard, throbbing cock is resting against your sloppy pussy, and you start to gyrate your hips to get him to fuck you again. Maybe you’re already addicted, but it doesn’t matter because Seonghwa seems to feel the exact same way.

A quiet moan rips from your throat when he starts to fuck his cock between your messy lips. You cry out from the sensation, still sensitive from the other orgasms he’s ripped out of you. Slowly and teasingly, Seonghwa drags the tip of his fat cock down to your entrance, moaning when more of his cum seeps out of you. The sight is something he’ll never forget and always try to recreate.

The noises you let out are so cute and needy that they make his cock throb painfully. Seonghwa slowly eases into you for a third time, base of his heavy cock touching your core and big balls resting against your ass. Your pussy is pulsing around him as you leak with your mixed releases.

You can feel Seonghwa’s cock so deep inside you that it’s dizzying and almost comparible to being drunk. Vaguely, you think this is what it must be like to be cockdrunk.

“So fucking pretty. All for me.” Seonghwa groans hotly.

The breath is almost knocked out of you as he drags his dick back before ramming it back into the depths of your wet pussy. He begins to pound into you, the sound of skin on skin quickly filling the room.

Seonghwa stares down at your pretty face while he fucks you into oblivion, making sure to memorize every aspect. From the way your eyes roll into your skull when he spears his big cock into you to how your jaw falls slack so quickly. It’s all for him, and he knows he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

“S-Seonghwa!” You squeal, toes curling and limbs starting to tremble.

The familiar sensation gets worse as your friend continues to fuck into your guts, stroking your walls with his thick cock. He’s slamming into your sweet spot with a savage like pace that you know it won’t be long before you fall apart again.

“That’s it, baby. Cream all over my cock.” Seonghwa groans as you mewl at his filthy words.

As if his voice and words are a trigger, your body starts to react. His harsh thrusts make you start to convulse, effectively soaking his cock. As if it’s all you’re capable of giving him, you weakly come on his aching dick with a choked moan. Your tits are bouncing with every thrust, body twitching as Seonghwa roughly fucks you through your orgasm.

“Want your cum.” You mewl, and Seonghwa simply begins to fuck you quicker.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna pump you full until you’re leaking with my cum for days.” Seonghwa promises through possessive growls as he sloppily fucks into your soiled cunt.

Seonghwa suddenly stills deep inside your pussy, spilling his hot seed inside of you. Thick, white ropes of cum paint your walls until it leaves his cock dripping. He nearly slumps on top of you, but then he rolls over and onto his back, taking you with him. His cock stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his many loads.

“How are you feeling?” The soft voice you recognize is back as Seonghwa gently caresses your naked back.

You sigh into his neck, feeling completely sated. “Full.”

His pretty laugh makes you smile, and you can’t help but think that Mingi was right when he told you that thing about pretty boys.

[lovelyghst]

simon riley with a virgin!gf would be such a sweet, softhearted bully. always making an effort to be so gentle with you, never pressuring you past a prolonged kiss or some touches between layers of fabric, only to turn around and relentlessly tease you in passing.

simon riley with a virgin!gf and his addiction to subtly dragging a hand up your thigh when you're in public, whispering sexual remarks in your ear to get you all hot and flustered at the worst of times.

simon riley with a virgin!gf thought the reason he worked you up so much and so often was to get you begging for it, but was proven terribly wrong when he finally broke through your reserve and even he couldn't believe the words that came so surely from his mouth.

"not yet, baby. wanna make sure you're ready for me when the time comes, otherwise you’ll end up hurtin’ yourself."

simon riley with a virgin!gf adores watching you touch yourself. whether it be from right by your side as he guides you along, or from the entrance to your bedroom as you missed his texts telling you he’d be home early. he just loves to see you struggling to finish, getting all frustrated and embarrassed when you can’t do it yourself, prompting him to reassure you that everything’s alright before he’s taking over.

simon riley with a virgin!gf allows you to use his thigh or abs to get off only when you really need it badly, which you'll need to be in tears to prove most often. it's cruel, maybe, but reticence is necessary.

simon riley with a virgin!gf will urge you on as you rub your clothed cunt against his flexed muscles, even grabbing your hips to help you finish when you lose energy and begin to slow your movements. laughs when he bounces his leg to make you lose balance and yelp, but pouts in sympathy when you whine 'cause he ruined your high.

simon riley with a virgin!gf never lets you use his crotch to get off, though, as he can't promise his own restraint after a certain amount of your whines. it's the only time the soldier feels grossly weak, and you could never seem to figure out why it’d be such a bad thing.

simon riley with a virgin!gf gives you his mouth at most, and that's only after weeks of your pining and pleading for the next step. he just had to taste you before he went mad, but nothing more. he adores your innocence far too much to take it away it so soon.

the first time simon riley eats you out is nothing short of a warm mess. he tries to take his time—and he did, bringing out every word of praise in his vocabulary as you gradually got more comfortable—but once he started with the real thing, he couldn't hold himself back.

his thick and hot tongue laps at your pussy as his eyes quickly turn dazed, big inked arms wrapped around your soft thighs to hold your sensitive frame down. you can't tell that he's just slightly grinding himself down on the bed since you're instantly entranced in watching him show you what you've been missing out on for so long.

you don't notice how severely his cock strains in his pants with your mind only able to focus on the knot in your stomach, and how pretty he looks with a slick-covered stubble and drunken smirk. he makes you come on his tongue once before the moment is quickly cut short, your blissful whimpers and raw taste driving him to mutter a sharp swear under his breath and abandon you for the restroom.

you're left on the bed alone, distraught and worried you'd done something wrong, completely unaware to the fact he's fisting his cock with gritted teeth and an unruly pace only a door away.

heavy breathing filling the space, his mind running on all the possibilities for how he could just take you right now, apologize for everything. christ, he should just give you what you want and his poor cock throbs at the prospect, but what kind of man would he be?

he bites his tongue, muffles his groans, and spills himself in his palm with clenched eyelids and fists. absolutely shameful, but bound to happen. you hear the sink run for a moment before he's returning without a single trace or reason for his disappearance. he reads the guilt on your face and soothes you with a kiss to the forehead.

"sorry for the wait, lovie. wasn't very fair of me to leave you like this, now, was it?" and you can only shake your head, tears spilling over.

and finally, simon riley with a virgin!gf who will spend the rest of his day making things up to you: resuming his services with a newfound patience, showing you all the best ways to touch yourself for when he's not there- or for when he is there, because as he reminds you often, he won't be able to take his sweet girl's virginity for a long, long time. for your own sake, of course <3

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt: Spiritual Siblings

Bruce: My assassin kid can't be that normal!

Damian: Well, I’m completely emotionally stable by Amity Park standards. The problem is with you. Obviously.

~~~~~

Damian had long found peace and home in Amity, so he did not worry that the new family and Gotham might not accept him.

Sure, Al Ghul had lived without any contact with his biological father all these years but he could safely say that he had a happy childhood. First years were hard and he was raised more as a weapon than a human being. Even so, after that a ghost who decided to become his brother appeared and everything changed.

Damian still does not know what Ra's owes Phantom but Danny has a right to take him, without prior notification, to live with Fentons, to visit Aunt Alicia at her farm, and to make Vlad’s weekends much less calm and boring. Danny jokes that he just steals him as a hostage when Al Ghul does not pay taxes for using Lazarus Pits. Whatever the reason, he already has a family that loves him.

However, he still wanted to make an effort to fit in this one too. The model of conduct certainly was his older brother. No, not the oldest, of course. To be honest Dan wasn’t the kind of a man that could charm you from the first minute. But Danny, in Damian’s experience, had a calming effect on people. So he tried to act like him.

And, yeah, for lack of experience, he was more fun!Danny at home and super!Danny on patrol but he also really tried not to get any of his own assassin personality in his new-self and was tired of it. He couldn’t get a 100% match. Fine. Still doesn’t look like anyone in this house really likes him, so whatever.

Damian understood why Bruce didn't like his company. Jazz had long ago explained to him the importance of voluntary consent. His mother did a terrible thing. Al Ghul was not a child and therefore he was ready to admit it. However, he also understood that children were not responsible for the actions of their parents.

As a biosocial being, he wanted to be more than just a painful reminder of what had happened to Bruce. Wayne's ignoring of his existence was rude. But Damian wouldn't force this man to spend time with him just because he was legally obligated to take care of his well-being. He wasn't going to prove anything to Batman, and he definitely didn't need his attention. The care of his real family is enough.

But Damian really tried to get along with new potential siblings. He even shared Sam's and Danny’s special jokes with some of adopted kids 'cause he didn’t want them to feel like he put himself above them. He wasn't good at showing emotions but he was as open as the assassin could afford to be to strangers.

But they all obviously expected something from him. And it reminded him of the League in an unpleasant way. It was easier with Fentons. Almost everyone in Amity Park was saying what they thought, and Damian didn’t have to waste time decoding potential conspiracies.

Damian missed movie marathon nights with Sam, Tucker, and Danny. And he hoped Dani had time to bother Vlad in his absence.

It was so weird here. When Danny and Valerie were fighting, they would gather at the dinner table anyway. When Damian wanted to have combat training with Drake here, he was forced to stay in his room. A very strange punishment. And undeserved one too.

Al Ghul felt quite calm and fine sitting at his easel and painting the people he left behind. An unusual subject for his paintings. But, Ancients, he missed Amity.

He missed Jack's bone breaking hugs, Maddie's Ecto-Contaminated food, arguments of Sam and Tucker, cozy art class with Mr. Baxter and even Vlad's done look. He missed Danny telling him about the stars. He also missed sword practice with Dan's boyfriend Fright Knight and he missed Dan's stories about his other youth. He missed literary evenings with Mr. Lancer, Clockwork and Ghost Writer. He even missed the hours-long Jazz lectures. He missed the dance of death and life. He missed being looked at without expecting anything from him. He missed the crowd. In the league, he was never at one with himself and in Amity he was always surrounded by people who were not afraid of his fate as the heir to the said League. This Manor was full of people, but for the first time in his life he felt lonely. Damian has to admit that he felt left behind. Of course, he understood that people needed time to build relationships, but he could have sworn that even he didn't need that much time to connect with Fentons. Maybe this is one of the tricks of the Clockwork? Then this one is not funny at all.

~~~~~Phone call~~~~ Damian: Mom, I want to go home. Maddie: I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetheart. What happened? Damian: Just…Nobody likes me. Why was I sent here? I'm not weak. And my brothers are quite capable of protecting me from Raas. I don't need Batman for this. Maddie: We'll figure it out, champ. Moms love you, remember? I'll talk to Talia, okay? Your brothers and sisters are already on edge and ready to steal you right during the patrol. Damian: It would be nice, but it would put a bat on their tails. So lock them in thermoses if they bother you too much. Maddie: But that won't stop Jazz. Damian: I missed the part where that's my problem. Maddie: Well, it will be your problem if she comes to your doorstep with your childhood photos and moralizing.

~~~~~~~~

It's his birthday. And he was always excited about it. But now, looking at the pile of gifts, he realizes that these people don't know him at all.

And this is the family of the best detective in the world? Maybe yes, but none of them bothered to really find info about him or ask him about his likes. Damian's a stranger here, and that's obvious.

The lunch container, which he will obviously give to the Boxing Lunch when he's in the right time interval, tennis rackets that Youngblood might like, The Graveyard Book…

Valerie had already read it to him and Dani before it was published. Thanks to Clockwork for his little miracles. The book reminded him of home.

Obviously this one is from Jason. And well, Damian doesn't think it was a pun on his life in Amity, more like Hood's inside joke about death but Dami will definitely leave this thing in the room at the Manor and maybe take it with him to the GZ or Amity Park.

~~~~~~~

When they gather at the festive table, Damian realizes that he has to make some kind of speech. He tries to be as brief as possible in his report.

Damian: Todd, your gift is appreciated. And I found a potential use for items that were given by others, Bruce.

Damian never called Batman his father. With Maddie and Talia, calling both moms wasn't weird, especially when Jazz explained to his biological mom that he wasn't trying to replace her. But with Wayne, it was different. Both women took care of him, they deserved this title. Wayne provided for his needs, but his core heart didn't feel like they were close. Surely there's nothing wrong if they're just Bruce and Damian? Obviously, they both don't enjoy each other's company.

Jason: So, do you like books, little demon? Damian: Sometimes reading is quite relaxing, I should point out. I'm not indifferent to Stephen King and Lovecraft. Jason: Personal recommendations? Damian: Cujo is one of my favorites. Jason: Not a common opinion, huh. Damian: It reminds me of my family. Damian tries to smile like Danny does, but Jason's twitching eye clearly indicates that he screwed it up.

~~~~Dick and Jason synchronously drop their forks as an excuse for a conference under the table.~~~~ Dick*whispers*: How's the situation? Jason*whispers back*: If the boy asks for a dog, don't be fooled. He will be happy to dance on our graves.

~~~~Cass knocks over their heads, urging them to return to their seats.~~~~

Damian: So how good you are at fading and sliding,Todd? Jason: Why did you ask? I can't, of course. Damian: Because you're dead. It seemed to me that this was a completely understandable interest. Jason: Wow, what a jerk. Damian: I wonder why your own incompetence makes me a jerk? Even my sister could do this when she wasn't dead for even a month.

Jason, for some reason, looks awkward, although he has never been embarrassed before by the idea that a girl could be stronger than him.

Jason: Your sister? How old was she when... So it's all about age. Damian rolls his eyes.

Damian: We're the same age. It seems like it was four or five years ago. To be honest, I don't remember. I wasn't around then. I'll ask Danielle the next time I go to the cemetery to visit her. Dick: I'm so sorry, Dami. Where is she buried? We can take you. Damian: There's no need. She has no grave, as there was nothing to bury. Bruce sighs loudly and covers his eyes with his hands. Damian: It's just easier to contact the afterlife in places like this, you now? Duke: We are very sorry, dude. Damian: Don't be. People come and go, and then come back if they haven't finished annoying you. There's no point in regretting the past. Her creation was not the most ethical thing but everything is going as it should. At least that's what Grandpa says. Considering that the old man is older than time, I prefer to believe him. No one plays with fate without his permission unless they want to get hit by the clock. Tim now looks like he's going to throw up and Damian hurries to move his plate closer to him. Jason: Yes, Bruce, this is definitely your son. Damian: Did I say something wrong? Dick smiles faintly at him but still doesn't find anything to say. Damian shrugs and goes back to eating asparagus. People outside of Amity are so weird.

Signal looks at Damian suspiciously as he carefully rearranges the plate of soy sausages away from himself. Did he take him for an idiot? Everyone knows that even vegetarian sausage bite and fight no worse than those with meat when they come back to life. It's not Damian's fault that he doesn't have an ectoblast with him and wants to have extra distance from the opponent.

~~~At the same time, in the walls of Wayne Manor~~~ Dani: The operation codenamed "Get Haunted Idiot" is declared open. Danny and Dan *salute*.

~~~Several Days Later~~~

Damian: So, this is Dan. Danny says we keep him as a GIW repeller. Dick: And Danny and Dan are.. Jazz: His brothers. I'm Jazz by the way. Elle and I are his sisters. Damian: I feat the criteria to participate in their name cult, so they took me. Dan, Danny, Dani and Dami. Dan *ruffles Damian's hair* : I prefer to call this biting threat Damn, to be honest. Dami: Shut up, DaNtE, they almost wrote Dark in your passport, you idiot. I can't believe I thought I missed you. Danny: Wow. Rude. Your grandpa would be disappointed. Great job, lil one.

~~~Several years later~~~