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[dramatical]

HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

@pscentral event 18: Adaptations adapted from Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones insp

[kemistre]

εïз┊𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 — feat. kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, bokuto koutarou, ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke, sawamura daichi

synopsis. how the haikyuu captains react to you giving them a surprise kiss

— content warnings. none! — word count. 1, 141

εïз┊author's note. hehe headcanons for you! these are from an old google doc, i just figured i'd touch it up and post it for you all to enjoy!! i do just want everyone to know i adore all of them, every one :3

εïз┊k. tetsurou

he sat at the desk of his college level chemistry class, leaning on his elbows as he intently read the paper that laid on the desk, filled to the brim with words. his eyes scanned those words over and over again, as he tried not to think about the huge final that was about to happen in the next few minutes. he was so focused he didn’t notice you walking into the empty classroom, nor did he realize you standing next to him. thinking this would be the perfect time to execute your utmost perfect plan, you made your move. your finger dipped under his chin, turning his head and tilting it up as you placed a light kiss on his lips. there was a pause between both of you, his wide eyes meeting yours that were hiding a laugh. his cheeks felt hot as he spoke, giving you a playful smirk as he stood up from his seat. “how could you do such a thing?” a giggle fell from your lips as you ran around the empty room, him following close behind you before catching you in his arms and peppering you with kisses of his own.

εïз┊o. tooru

you two were walking home together after a long day of school and practice. your hands stuff in your pockets as the cold wind blew towards your face, making your nose feel ice cold to the touch. a shiver ran down your spine, your teeth chattered as your walk home continued. oikawa wasn’t in much of a better state himself, his cheeks cold as ice. though, at the sight of you physically so cold, he couldn’t just do nothing. “here love,” he smiled, taking off his hoodie he had worn all day. you had refused, not wanting him to be without a jacket, but he insisted. so, as he wrapped the jacket around you, you leaned forward, your lips gracing his as his eyes widened. as you pulled back, a smile on your face, you spoke. “now your cheeks won’t be so cold.” a more than flustered smile appeared on his lips, his cheeks heating up more as he took your hand in his. “don’t tease me, love.”

εïз┊b. koutarou

he stood on the court, volleyball between his hands as he puffed out his chest, ready to impress you during practice. it was the first day you had come to one of his practices and he wasn’t just going to be average. he was going to act like one of the top five aces! he smiled as you came over to him after you had dropped your bag off by the entrance of the gym. “you ready to see my amazing skills??” “yes ko, i’m very excited, good luck.” you smiled, giving him a peck on the lips, making his eyes widen, before turning to go back to your bag. his face felt hot as he tugged on your arm, pulling you back and into his chest. he smiled, a giddy and happy look on his face. “do it again~” 

εïз┊u. wakatoshi

it was early in the morning, he had convinced you to go on a jog with him, which despite him outward expression, he was really excited for! it wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either, just half of what he usually did. you glanced over at him as he jogged by your side, never once leaving it. he looked so concentrated, amd it made you smile. he was so dedicated, it was cute. it took a bit to get home since near the end, the traffic had gotten a little bad as people made their daily commutes to work or school. that just meant more jogging in place waiting for stop lights or walking signs, so it was a relief when you got home to a air conditioned dorm room. “y/n.” “hmm?” “you were smiling.” you bounced off the bed, tilting your head slightly as you spoke. “what?” “you were smiling at me while we were outside earlier, why?” you giggled, booping his noise and giving me a light kiss. “because you were being cute again.” his cheeks had gotten hot, fighting off the cold of the room as he looked at you with wide eyes. he followed your movements around the dorm before asking, “can you kiss me again..?”

εïз┊k. shinsuke

he sat at his kitchen table, more than focused on a puzzle you two had been doing for the past two months. it was a puzzle he had gotten for halloween, though you two never had the time to finish it before then. so, that’s why you were coming over after school, to finish the puzzle. though he supposed that’s not why you really came over since you hadn’t helped a single bit since he started. he was fine with that, but he was so set on finishing it he wasn’t going to get side tracked, and he told you that earlier. you came back around to the table after going to get something to drink, looking at his expression, and then the puzzle. with a huff and a smirk, you thought up a way to make him focus on you instead. “shin.” you called his name, making him turn over his shoulder to make sure you were okay. that’s when he felt your lips against his, quickly and quietly before you had pulled back. “did you need something, darling?” your shoulders dropped as you fell into your seat, sighing and setting your head onto the table. yes it seemed like he was unfazed by your little scheme but he would get his revenge later, just you wait.

εïз┊s. daichi

he leaned against the side of the gym, waiting for you to meet him there so you could walk home together. it had been a long day for both of you, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle with you and watch your show together. he’d been day dreaming about it all day, not meaning to but he did anyway. a sigh fell from his lips as he saw you turn the corner and start heading his way. he pushed himself off the wall, his hands tucked away in his pockets as he decided to meet you halfway. “hel-” he was cut off by your sudden kiss, it was unexpected, but not unwanted. he blinked a few times as you pulled back. “that’s it?” you smiled, turning on your heel to go back the way you’d came. he took a breath, licking his lips before wrapping his arms around you, a smirk on his lips as he whispered, “i’ll just have to get you back later for that one, babe.” his head fell to the crook of your neck as he sighed, begging to stay like that for just a little while longer. 

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[valkyrayn]

congratulatory sex is in order // Marius x F!Reader

Tags: Boxer!Marius, black tank top!Marius, rough sex, locker room sex, wall sex, mirror sex, all the sex, cum swallowing, deepthroat, fingering, dirty talk, sweat kink, blood kink (if you squint)

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Marius von Hagen in that stupid, fucking, black tank top is your undoing. 

The damned material clings to his body, sticking to his skin from being soaked with his sweat and accentuating the well-defined contours of his ridiculously fit physique. The fabric adheres to him, creasing as he flexes, tracing the sculpted lines of his chest and abs. 

Your eyes return to his face, now fixated on it—the once-perfect, nearly flawless complexion now marked by cuts, one near his eyebrow and another on his bottom lip. A faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays a moment of pain, but he quickly regains his composure when his gaze meets yours. 

And then a fucking wink. 

The same wink he gave you this morning, before dipping his head in between your thighs and proceeding to put your body through two mind-numbing orgasms with just his tongue and fingers—without even finishing himself off. You had offered to get him off, probably slurred your words saying something about his cock being hard still and that you want to take care of it. Instead, he slipped off the bed and planted a kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom in a rush. 

You barely remember when you had drifted back to sleep. When you woke up, his text read that his coach needed him early at the stadium so he’ll just meet you there later. 

A few minutes later, another text came through but this time with a photo. It’s a mirror selfie, his face half covered by his phone. You barely noticed it anyway because your eyes went straight to the incredibly obvious hard-on straining against his grey sweatpants. 

“This is all your fault, babe.” 

The sound of giggling girls, broke you out of your lustful reverie, hurtling you back to present time.

Your fiance is too attractive for his own good. He’s hot—anyone with eyes can attest to that. But there’s something different about the way he looks now. Almost as if he’s matured overnight. Especially now that he’s let his hair grow longer than usual.

He’s just so goddamn nice to look at. 

It’s almost like watching a car crash; you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from him, memories flooding in once again. Can’t seem to forget the feeling of his tongue flicking against your clit and the delicious stretch of your pussy when he eases inside you. 

What sounded like a whimper escapes your throat, suddenly feeling a little too hot in the otherwise air-conditioned stadium. 

From the distance, you notice how his body stiffens when some of the girls begin putting their hands on him. Surely that’s the sign to go and drag your man out of that crowd, right? 

But your lust-clouded brain has something else in mind. Something downright sinful, you feel the heat rising to your neck just thinking about it. 

Marius' violet eyes bore into your skull, waiting for you to come forward to offer congratulations on his victory. Instead, you observe his growing impatience from a distance as he keeps his focus on you while nodding absently to the crowd swarming him—paying no attention to the women reaching out to touch his arms, men giving him pats on the back, and cameras flashing in his face.

Feeling bold, driven by your arousal, you pull out your phone and start typing. As you glance back up, your eyes lock with his, conveying a silent message that he instantly understood. He immediately makes a move to exit the crowd.

You stifle a giggle as you watch him struggle to push his way through, only to be pulled back in. You take the opportunity to leave the stadium, not before flashing him with a smirk.

—------

It didn’t take him long to find you—knowing exactly which cubicle in the locker room you are in since it’s the only one with big enough space for two people to stand in. 

Distracted and briefly fascinated at the phallic-shaped graffiti adorning the wall, you almost didn’t hear him enter the cubicle. You spin around to face him with a gasp, momentarily forgetting that you were expecting him only to be met with his hard body pushing you against the wall before firmly restraining your wrists above your head.

“I got your message.” His breath is hot against your neck, his voice igniting that familiar sensation throughout your body. A small noise escapes your lips, breath hitching as you feel the brush of his lips against your skin. 

“Care to repeat what you texted me…” he trails, licking the spot just under your jaw. “...to my face?”

He withdraws, his grip around your wrists tightening as he leans forward to stare into your eyes. His hair, tousled and damp with sweat, partially covering his eyes you can still see through them; how they have darkened with lust.

Your eyes are drawn to the sight of his blood making its course down the side of his face, travelling down his jaw, and finally, dripping onto your skin, settling right between your cleavage. You inhale sharply as you watch the scarlet liquid disappear behind the low neckline of your blouse, making its way down, between the valley of your breasts. 

And then his mouth is on you, capturing your lips in a fierce, primal kiss. You can hardly call it a kiss with the way his tongue is invading the hot caverns of your mouth, forcefully pushing past your lips to taste you. You swallow each other’s moans and grunts, greedy, to take and give—while you grind against his thigh, slotted in between your legs. 

What began as a kiss has evolved into something more carnal, too erotically charged to be called just a kiss.

There’s something erotic and especially sinful about it too; tasting the metallic tang of his blood when you bite onto his lip, prompting a sharp hiss against your mouth.

“Say it…” he urges, his mouth abandoning yours to lick the skin between your breasts, swiping his tongue over the trail of blood. You let out a gasp when his mouth latches onto your nipple, stiff and protruding against the cotton of your blouse—reminding you that you have intentionally left the house without a bra for this very reason.

His grip on your wrists loosens, giving you momentary relief from the restraint. But as soon as you attempt to pull away, he rises back to his full height to pin you even more firmly against the mirror.

“You’re not going anywhere until you say it…” Your cunt clenches at how deep his voice is laced with that familiar authoritative tone that you normally only hear him use at work. The smirk on his face grows wider when you start arching your hips towards him, desperately chasing for friction. 

To say you are aroused is a gross understatement. You need him to take you, right then and there, in this fucking cubicle, and do the most disrespectful, downright filthy bordering on illegal things to you—until you both are left flushed and unable to look at each other in the eyes in the aftermath. 

With the way he’s looking at you, that is a promise—only waiting to be fulfilled once you say what he wants to hear.

“Come on, jiejie.”

Your chest heaves, suddenly finding it hard to breathe, overwhelmed with the aching desire for his body to be pressed onto yours, for any form of friction, for anything. You wanted to play the game a little longer, but you failed to anticipate how quickly he could reduce you to becoming this whimpering horny mess. You never stood a chance. 

And so with a sigh, finally admitting defeat, you crane your neck to look at him right in the eyes.

“Find me.

So you can finish what you started this morning.

I want you to fuck me until my legs don’t work.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, feeling flustered at the words leaving your mouth—aroused by your own boldness. You hear the sound of laughter reverberating within his chest as he leans forward to nip on your earlobe. “Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for….”

The buttons on your blouse are sent flying into the air as he savagely rips it open, exposing your bare tits to him, heavy and begging to be touched. His impatience has him grabbing onto your breasts roughly, squeezing and kneading them with his calloused hand. Your hands that are now free start roaming his body with equal fervour, craving to feel the heat of his skin and sweat against yours.

The hands that were on your tits have travelled their way down your body, causing your body to tremble against him. “Marius—” His name comes out as a whisper, slightly startled at the hand that has found its way beneath your skirt, fingers brushing against the inside of your thigh.

Marius hums by your ear, amused at the way your body is reacting to his every touch, each igniting fire in its wake. “So watching me beat up a guy does it for you?” He pushes his fingers against the fabric of your panties, feeling it drenched with your arousal. “You’re soaking wet…just like I left you this morning.”

You grind against his fingers, wanting, needing more, silently cursing at the impeding garment—wishing you had left the house without it as well. 

“Yes…seeing you so into it…the fight…it’s hot.” You manage to speak despite how fogged your brain is with arousal. “You did so good…congratula—ah!” 

Your chest heaves with a sharp intake of breath when he pulls the fabric aside and plunges two fingers inside your cunt. “And seeing me bleed…that does it for you too?” 

You whimper pathetically. “Y–yes..f–uck…oh…yes it does—fuck.” Words leave you in broken syllables, your focus locked into the sensation of being fingered with his skilful fingers. “M–arius…pl-ease…”

He pushes in deeper until his knuckles are brushing against your folds, coating his digits with your arousal. The tickling sensation of your fluids dripping the inside of your thighs has you clenching your walls around him, making him groan in satisfaction—relishing in the tightness of your cunt. 

Marius wraps his free hand around your neck, his thumb tracing the underside of your jaw—gaze trained on your glassy eyes, tears forming at the edges from sheer pleasure alone. The brief silence is broken by the wet squelching sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, and then hooking them inside you—making your entire body jerk against him. 

“Good girl…so tight around my fingers. I can’t wait to put my cock inside you.”

He flicks your clit with his thumb and starts tracing circles, smearing your cream all over your folds before plunging his fingers to new depths, pressing against the spot inside you that only he can reach. “Cum, princess.”

His grip tightens around your neck as you erupt into a powerful orgasm with a choked scream of his name; squirting onto his hand, coating his skin with your scent. Your release exits your body profusely, leaving behind a mess.

Your body shudders against him as you continue to ride your high by grinding into his hand, aching to prolong the pleasure. 

Marius steps back, leaving some room for you to move. Still, you remain paralysed with your back against the mirror as you attempt to recover pieces of your sanity, attention gradually snapping back into place as you focus on the rise and fall of your chest. 

Keeping his gaze on you, you watch as his hand travels south and then finally rests against the front of his boxer shorts. With a sharp hiss, he wraps his fingers around the outline of his erection, straining behind the polyester. 

With a small exhale, you finally push away from the mirror, hand reaching out to him before placing it against the hard planes of his chest. You feel the ripple of his muscles underneath, flexing involuntarily at your touch. He makes a move to pull his top off but you stop him. 

“No. Keep it on…please. You—I want you to fuck me…with it on….” You gather your bottom lip with your teeth, both embarrassed and aroused at your own admission.

His pupils widen at your request, and a sly smile plays on his lips, watching your cheeks flush with rosy hues.

Your hand clenches into a fist around the fabric of his tank top, pulling and pressing your body hot against his, mind reeling at how big he is towering over you. His tall height and broad shoulders are covering you almost entirely from the overhead light. Marius wraps his fingers around your wrist, and what sounds like a whisper of your name escapes past his parted lips.

His tongue darts out, swiping subconsciously over the cut on his bottom lip—still fresh with blood, prickling from the side of his mouth. 

You crash your lips against his, and he reciprocates the intensity with a groan which quickly turns into growls, hunger coursing through him, greedy to take his fill. When he pulls away for air, he swipes his thumb over your lips, smearing your lipstick messily before inserting it inside your mouth. You moan around his thumb, mouth parting wider to take two more fingers—sucking on them earnestly, savouring the taste of your sex on his digits. 

“Knees.” 

You barely register his voice, mind hazy from the multitude of sensations coursing through you simultaneously. He leans in next to your ear and repeats it.

“On. Your. Fucking. Knees.”

—------

Tears start forming at the corner of your eyes as you take him deeper. There is something wildly animalistic in the way he’s fucking your mouth. With your hair gripped tightly around his fist, his other hand is braced against the mirror behind you, allowing him to angle his hips to meet your face. There were no gentle swirls around the tip or kitten licks up his shaft—he wouldn’t allow it. He had shoved his entire length into your mouth the moment you parted your lips to receive him, forcing his way in until you gag. 

His musky, masculine scent is intoxicating; a delectable fusion of his sweat and expensive cologne. You breathe in the subtle undertones of amber and wood on his skin, its fragrance so familiar to you and yet the effects on you remain consistent. Marius exploits this knowledge, finding amusement in how even a whiff can turn you on almost immediately as if it were a switch.

“Fuck–-fuck—take my cock…just like that. That’s it…breathe, baby. Don’t forget to breathe.” He coos softly as he pushes himself deeper, testing your limits, hips rocking against your face until the tip of your nose brushes against the soft curls of his bush. Whilst everyone was focused on the fight, your eyes were fixated on the happy trail peeking just above the waistband of his shorts. Another knowledge he uses to his advantage, noticing how your eyes would darken with unmistakable lust at the sight of it by deliberately letting his towel hang too low on his hips.

With your mouth full of his cock, your moans are muffled—the vibrations causing his knees to buckle, threatening to give out, but he quickly recovers, slamming his fist against the mirror. 

“Fuck! Your mouth—I can fuck your mouth all day—” His hips snap forward, releasing his grip around your hair to cradle the back of your head, shielding you from what could have been a concussion. You shut your eyes, concentrating on the sound of his knuckles hitting the mirror to distract yourself from gagging.

Suddenly he withdraws, and his cock is pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop. Your chest heaves as you begin to rapidly breathe through your mouth. 

“Get up.” 

Not waiting for you to move, he bends down to pull you up from the floor and steers you back until you collide against the cold surface of the mirror with a light thud. He leans forward to lick a stripe down the column of your neck, stopping just above your collarbone to suck onto the skin, leaving his mark. Your eyes flutter close, savouring the lingering sting.

“Please…please—Marius…” 

You can feel his mouth curling into a smirk against your skin, amused at your neediness. He swipes his tongue over his mark before straightening his shoulders, looming over you again. He grabs onto your jaw—leans forward to lick your lips, and then gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth. 

“Brace yourself against the mirror, babe. I’m going to fuck you so hard—you’re gonna need to hold on...” he whispers against your lips. 

Marius turns you around to face the mirror, his hips pressing against your back, stiff cock nestling between the crack of your ass. You moan at the cold sensation from the mirror against your skin—your cheek and bare tits are pressed against it. His fingers grip your waist, roughly tugging your hips backwards until your forearms are the only thing supporting you against the mirror.

And then he’s kneeling behind you, skirt pushed up around your waist and large hands spreading you apart. He jerks your hips back, and your arms slide down the reflective surface, nearly slipping off entirely, saved only by your skin sticking to the glass.

He drags the flat of his tongue up your cunt, his thumb tracing the seam of your lips, now soaked with cum and saliva. His fingers rub against your folds, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves nestled between them, pinching them between two fingers before inserting the same two digits inside you. 

“Please…please fuck me.”

“I am fucking you…” His hot breath brushes against your thighs.  

“Need your cock…need…want you inside…please…”

Marius spits into your gaping hole, not that you needed the extra lubricant, and then pushes his fingers in deeper, spreading your walls apart from the inside as he rises from the floor and back onto his feet. Threading his fingers through your hair, he tugs—forcing your body to arch backwards and your eyes to meet his through the mirror. 

“Mmm so needy. Aching for my cock.” He pulls his fingers out, half satisfied from not making you come again around him, only because he too wants to have his cock shoved inside you. “Open your mouth.” 

You comply, obedient, lips parting just slightly only to be forced open wider by his fingers. “Taste how good that is…that’s all you, baby.” You observe yourself in the mirror, tear tracks and precum staining your cheeks, lipstick and blood smeared at the corner of your mouth, dishevelled hair and ruined mascara. 

Despite not getting fucked, yet, you look, in every conceivable manner, thoroughly and utterly fucked. 

He teases the entrance of your cunt with the head of his cock, dipping only slightly past your lips before withdrawing, leaving you clenching desperately around nothing. You shoot him a glare through the mirror and he breaks out into laughter, fucking prick. 

You bask momentarily at his amusement, only to have your breath knocked out of your lungs when he suddenly shoves his cock all the way in; hips snapping forward until his pelvis meets yours with a resounding smack.  

Your eyes flutter close, jaw slack and tongue lolling out—brain reduced to mush, subject to nothing else but the overwhelming pleasure of having every ridge and vein of his dick, gliding against your walls. 

“Oh and…try not to be too loud. The reporters…” He palms your tits, feeling them sway in rhythm to his pounding. “…they’re looking for me.”

Your eyes snap open, realisation sinking in, the unmistakable sound of voices and scuffing of shoes just outside the walls of the room—

“I saw him walking down this hallway.”

“Is he in the bathroom?”

“No, pretty sure he turned this corner.”

“Probably in the locker room.”

“It’s locked though.”

Silence.

“Let’s wait—“

“Break down the door—“

“What—“

Eyes wide with panic and anxiety spiking, you push away from the mirror to try and leave or hide or anything from the reporters attempting to break into the room, only to be forcefully shoved back against the surface—Marius’ firm body pinning you from behind. 

“Marius…no we have to—they’re going to—.” 

“Don’t worry about them. Just focus on me…I want you to come for me…you’re close love, I can feel you.” He plants a kiss on your cheek and then resumes his harsh pace. His cock, heavy and full inside you, reaching new depths at each violent thrust. 

“But—oh my go—fuck!” Words die on your lips when the tip of his cock presses against your cervix, hurtling you towards an orgasm, so mind-numbingly good your legs start to give out. 

There’s ringing in your ear from having your brain fucked to oblivion—and you almost missed the muffled but familiar voice of Vincent just outside the room.

“...force entry, we will pursue legal actions against you.”

“Step aside. Who even are you?”

“Vincent Kim.” 

Marius drives you back towards the mirror, pressing the front of your body flat against the surface, fingers threading through your hair to tilt your head back. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day…after leaving you in bed like that in the morning….” He grinds his hips from behind, fucking you slowly, a momentary respite from his merciless pounding. “...is all I could think about. I wanted the match to be over with so I can finally fuck you. Just like this…with your cunt wrapped around my cock…you’re perfect.”

He suddenly lifts you off the floor, hooking your legs over his arms, locking his hands behind your head, settling you into a full nelson before sheathing himself back inside your obscenely dripping cunt. Your eyes snap open, arousal surging through you at the sight of yourself in the mirror—legs spread wide, cunt swollen and impaled by his thick cock. 

Both you and Marius’ eyes are fixated on where you are joined—each withdrawal coats his cock with your cream. For a moment, you both just stare at the erotic sight of his penis splitting your cunt open. 

“Where do you want me?” 

Your head lolls to the side, pleasure overtaking your body and mind causing you to slip back into incoherence. 

“Tell me, baby. Where do you want me to cum? In your mouth?” He licks the mark he left at the side of your neck, tantalisingly, tickling your skin. “On your pretty face?” He leans in, breath ghosting against your flushed cheeks.

“Maybe your beautiful tits?” He gives a particularly hard thrust so he can watch your breasts bounce, nipples erect from his teasing earlier. 

He kisses your cheek—gently, while his cock splits you open repeatedly. 

“Or inside your greedy little cunt?” 

Your walls clench around his dick and he hisses against your lips, his brows furrowing as he wills himself not to come just yet. “Anywhere, Marius please just—anywhere you want!” You can’t even discern whether it’s sweat or tears running down your cheeks—and too fucked out to even realise you were practically screaming. 

You seem to be getting wetter at each thrust, your juices oozing past your joined flesh and onto his abs. The stench of sex is heavy in the air, especially in such a small space—anyone who decides to occupy it next would no doubt know what went down in there. 

“Marius, please…pleaseee…”

He chuckles next to your ear. “You’re so cute when you beg. Let me hear it again.”

You’re going to kill him. 

He continues to piston into you, pace faltering and you know he’s close—but his need to tease is greater than his urge for release. It frustrates you to no end and you make a mental note to seek payback when you get home. 

“...hate you. Please cum…inside. I need to feel you inside me.” 

He abruptly stops, pulling your body tight against him. You whine at being stretched to the limit, both limbs and cunt. 

“So you do want me to fill you up? 

“Mmmngh…” 

“You want to watch yourself getting filled with cum, don’t you?”

“Mmmngh…yes, please. I want to—” 

Marius lifts you up, leaving only his tip in. “Then keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to watch me do it.” And then, thrust.

“Fuck oh—fuck!” 

“Pump every single drop inside you. You’re going to take it all in like a good girl.” Your eyes, despite threatening to flutter close, try to focus on the erotic view of your used body in the mirror. Your walls clamp tight around him, desperate and begging for his load. 

He fucks up into you at a brutal pace, faster and then eventually, it falters—his thrusting falling off rhythm, messy. 

“Fuck—I’m…”

“Marius—please it’s so good…it’s so…” 

He moans into your ear, and you watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head before doing the same—both succumbing to the pleasure of such powerful orgasms, that you swear you flatlined at some point and came back to life.  

You feel his chest heave behind you as he struggles to catch his breath, eyes shut as he continues to ride his release whilst still holding on to you, muscles of his forearms twitching from fatigue. You can still feel his cock jerk against your walls, and now that the wave has passed, you become very aware of how much your body is trembling. 

“Fuck, do I love fucking you raw.” He rests his chin on your shoulder and sighs, content from having his balls drained. 

You smile, nuzzling against him. 

“Filled you up too much?” He says with a grin, nodding at the direction of your reflection in the mirror, particularly your cunt. You blush at the sight of it, still plugged with his cock but now swollen from being thoroughly used and oozing cum. You clench your walls in an attempt to keep it in, pulling out a groan from him. “Shit—still sensitive.”

“Sorry!”

After a few more seconds, he finally places you down and as soon as your feet touch the floor, your knees buckle, sending your body forward. Marius wraps his arms around you, catching you in time before you fall headfirst against the mirror. 

After the initial shock, you erupt with a giggle as you find your footing again. Marius shakes his head in amusement. 

“You got what you wanted, babe.” He grins, all smug. With a wistful sigh, you lean your weight against him, snuggling into his embrace. He brushes your hair to the side and kisses your shoulder.

He helps you redress, but not before sneaking the chance to slip his fingers in your cunt once again, causing to you to fall forward against him, nails sinking into his biceps to keep your balance. He leans his forehead against yours with his fingers inside you—pushing his load deeper and simultaneously stimulating you into another orgasm. 

“Did I mention how much I love seeing you get off on my fingers?” He whispers as if there were people nearby who could hear you. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth to lick him clean, eliciting a deep moan from his lips. He grabs onto your chin and kisses you.  

And then a knock on the door. 

Marius sighs against your lips but refuses to pull away. On the opposite side of the door, a throat clears—a familiar signal you've come to associate with Vincent.

“Taken care of?”

“Yes, Master Marius.”

“Thanks, Vincent. Prepare the car.” 

Marius turns his attention back to you, kissing you gently before gathering you into his arms, and hugging you tight. “Told you not to worry, right? Now—”

He exhales dramatically, lips curling into a pout. “Where’s my congratulations? I can’t believe you of all people have not wished me congratula—”

“I literally tried!”

“No, you didn’t.”

You let out a big huff.

“I did—I tried but you cut me off with your fingers inside me!”

“Well, I’m sorry for not noticing because I was too busy trying to make you cum!”

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a.n posted this at 12 something am on my birthday lmao. my birthday gift from me to me and to all of you. enjoy the food!! i love you all 💜

[cheollipop]

hello nora babes, choy here, arriving to the sleepover with a hard thought she came up with on one unrelated, silly, innocent day... care to indulge her a bit? xoxo

picture this! (that's an order lol)

y/n is long-distance friends with dom!wooyoung...

woo: rub one out for the team❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 y/n: i'll keep you in my thoughts ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 woo: think of me when you cum too y/n: DJSHXJD

... and like usual, they're just rambling themselves mindlessly into slumber, letting their fingers type what they think on the spot, when reader drops an nsfw-link on him very randomly, just as a joke,

woo: so you had your fingers on you while you sent me that link, y/n? woo: how naughty of you… y/n: … y/n: in me

until it becomes very clear that both of them aren't just holding their phones anymore.

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

choy you MENACE- short circuited reading this eriejdbrk it took me a hot minute to figure out how I wanted to structure this drabble but,, I think I quite like how it turned out (posting before I can have second thoughts ><) but um. yeah. ahem. happy reading~ :3

pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.08k

tags: smut, phone sex (sexting), masturbation (f), lots of dirty talk, mentions of somnophilia + creampie kink

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

what a good girl you are,

giving youngie such a good fucking show

[4:24 AM]

And you were. Your panties hung off your ankle, pants long since thrown off in a direction you couldn’t recall, your legs spread wide open with two fingers stretching you open. The sliver of moonlight shining through the parted blinds reflected onto the sweat beading over your forehead, while that coating your thighs remained concealed by the shadow cast by your duvet. Breathy moans blew out of you, your eyes squeezing shut before reopening to check your screen for new messages.

You didn’t plan for this to happen, for an innocent friendship riddled with flirtatious banter—that you thought was entirely ‘just for fun’—progressing to this: touching yourself to Wooyoung’s words, the both of you naturally slipping into a role you’d wordlessly assigned to each other. Part of you wondered if he was doing the same, yearned to witness the pretty flush of his skin as he pumped his cock to your needy replies, but the pleasure you were feeling, encouraged by his lust-driven words, made you all too delirious to ask.

who knew my precious y/n would turn out to be a cumslut?

not only does she want so much cum filling her hole up that it leaks out of her

but my baby wants to come and come again, until she’s too sensitive to touch~

[4:26 AM]

Your pussy gushed hot arousal, sensing it push past your fingers and down to sink into your sheets. Clenching tightly at his words, your mind wandered and painted images of how Wooyoung’s cock would split you open to stuff you full of his thick cum, how veiny hands would find their way between your legs to play with your clit, mercilessly gliding over the sensitive nub until your body spasmed and shivered in his firm hold.

Spreading your thighs further, the duvet sliding down your body and allowing the cool air to infiltrate its interior, you curled your fingers into your g-spot and drowned out the sound of your squelching pussy as you desperately chased your high.

youngie will definitely touch baby when she finally falls asleep

and he’s gonna cum so many times

so so many fucking times on his baby’s body

[4:27 AM]

You shuddered at the thought. Your skin tingling, imagining Wooyoung ravishing you in your sleep, warm hands caressing your skin while you slumbered, dipping between your folds to feel how wet he’d made you earlier, drawing small circles over your sensitive clit and watching your muscles jerk unconsciously. He’d trace the hole he’d stretched out less than an hour ago, a trail of his cooling cum still seeping out, and he’d opt to plug you back up with his cock, making sure you held on to his seed for more hours to come.

You wanted to wake up in the early morning to the blackbirds’ harmonies, the warmth so eminent in your lower belly making you drowsy again, but Wooyoung would awake to the gentle squeeze of your walls around him, and fuck you back to sleep with a fresh pool of cum in your womb.

want to use you like the fuckdoll you are

because you're such a good fucking girl

the perfect, sluttiest baby, youngie could never get enough of you baby

[4:28 AM]

You huffed in annoyance as your orgasm remained out of reach, your thighs shaking as you flipped onto your stomach, laying your phone down on your pillow so you could read the incoming messages while your fingers continued to pump into your pussy, a stream of watery slick now dripping down your forearm. Your vision blurred as hot shots of pleasure seared through your body with every forceful prod into your g-spot, violent trembles overtaking your limbs as you fucked yourself to completion, all while Wooyoung’s words staring back at you through the bright screen.

You wished he could see you spread out for him like this, cunt up in the air and leaking as you thought about his cock ruining it, squeezing around his throbbing length so tight he’d never want to pull out. You wanted him to find himself unable to hold back from fucking you dumb every chance he got, for his every thought to be occupied by your cunt, your taste, your sweet sounds. You wanted his mouth on you, nose nuzzling into your clit while his tongue danced around your hole, slurping up everything you gave him before pushing his fingers past your entrance and forcing you to give him more.

Fuckdoll. You wanted to be Wooyoung’s fuckdoll. For him to use you like a toy, hammering his cock into you until every last drop of his cum had been milked out and swallowed by your greedy cunt.

youngie wants to make his baby cry

wants to make her cry out in pleasure

want y/n to shake from cumming so hard

[4:30 AM]

With the images now engraved into your mind, you reached your other hand down to touch your clit, your eyes rolling back and your spine arching painfully at the first contact. Black dots danced in your unfocused vision, the chat bubbles mushing together into one blob of light, and your sore muscles contracting when your orgasm finally rushed through you. Fingers chasing your retreating hips, your walls clenched sporadically while you attempted to elongate the pleasure, your body tense and nerves on overdrive during your descent down the steep hill of your high.

You could see more messages come in, but your eyelids drooped in exhaustion, and your fingers moved languidly to squeeze out the last of your energy, tingles of pleasure numbing your curled toes.

Flopping down onto the bed, you felt your cum drying on the inside of your thighs, a pool of it drying on the sheets under you. You rubbed damp, pruney fingers into your sore hips, reaching out to grab your phone with a shaky hand. Blinking slowly, the breath you’d just managed to even out quickened once more, heart hammering against your ribcage, and you eyed the call button for longer than you’d like to admit. It was a simple message, and despite this being the first time you’d done this with him, Wooyoung seemingly knew exactly how your body operated. He knew what you wanted to hear, what made you clench around your fingers, what made you leak and arch your back, and most importantly, what made you come.

is my baby cumming?

[4:33 AM]

[stay-tiny-ville]

Lee Minho

Summary ~ Cat boy Lee Minho being cat boy (Or dating head cannons for Lee Minho)

A.N. - thank you all so much for appreciating my other posts it means a lot :)

A.N. 2 - ALL THATS LEFT IS SEUNGMIN IN AND HYUNJIN

A.N. 3 - feel free to send in asks for ideas after I finish Skz and Atz :))

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jagi/ya is the only normal or sweet name he’ll give you he’ll call you tiny, tiny baby, baby bird to annoy you (if you beat me near death, maybe kitten but I hate that name)

I understand how people think he’s the tsundere type but I definitely think it’s way less of mean love and more of him being less openly lovey dovey

He strikes me as the reserved type and would be touchy in public

It’s not to make it seem like he’s ashamed of you

Absolutely not

He just likes his business and doesn’t like it in public view

We all been knew that in all ways except physical, Lino is a cat (please tell me you understand the vine I’m referencing)

And how I saw this post a while ago about how cats consider you apart of their clan or family or whatever the actual term is and they look out for you

Lino 🤝 you

His first thought when he wakes up is to check on you

Like if you’re laying so where your neck doesn’t get hurt or if you still are covered by the blanket

If you get sick you aren’t moving a muscle

Like one time you were quietly cooking breakfast in the kitchen and when he silently made his way into the kitchen he froze mid step as he knew something was wrong

Your posture was off and slumped and the real selling point was your stuffy nose sniffles

He doesn’t hesitate to mom walk over to you and lean around the counter to stare into your soul

You blink back in surprise and he just narrows his eyes

His hand basically flies to your forehead and his eyes widen in the slightest when he feels how hot you are

He pulls whatever you’re holding out of your hand and picks you up immediately and you could have screamed if you knew it wouldn’t have killed your throat

He beelines to the bedroom and you can’t even utter a word

He doesn’t even utter a word

He leaves you on the bed and just dips

He comes back in 10 minutes with a tray of sick soup and medications

He sets the tray on your lap and he brushes hair out of your face with the hand closest to you

When you go for the steaming soup he quickly grabs ahold of your wrist so you don’t absolutely cook your tongue

He takes the bowl and trades you for the meds while he takes a spoonful and blows on it

He feeds you the soop :(

The meds quickly knock you out after eating and when he sees you get drowsy he takes away the tray to the other room

You open your eyes hours later to the skin of his neck in your face

At your movement he looks down at you and rests his hand on your forehead again

His slight grimace is all you need to know

The overwhelming urge to sneeze takes over and you sit up quickly to do so

The groan that comes immediately after brings him to coo at you

“Oooooooh tiny, little bird, did that hurt?”

You groan and he does his little huff laugh salndxtvycdkne

You spend the rest of the day full body on top of him while he “complains” about how you’re going to get him sick but you just groan

(I don’t think he’s the type to like EVER get sick- correct me if I’m wrong I never looked into it lmao)

Even if you are Gorden Ramsey level Chef you aren’t allowed to cook

It’s another one of his looking out for you tidbits as he feels important making stuff you love and keeps you alive lmao

Plus it keeps you from accident cutting or burning yourself

The type to brush his hand on your cheek when talking to you

Like you’re talking to him about the new outfit you just got and he smiles while you twirl about and when you smile up at him he brushes your hair behind your ear and lets his hand rest on your cheek

Sob

I personally am always cold and since he is cat boy I just know he takes it upon himself to keep you warm

Bundles you in his jackets

Holds your hands in his pockets

Hugs where he wraps you in the jacket he’s wearing

Sob part 2

NAPS ON HIS THIGHS PLEASE

I love naps

NAPS WITH THE CATO BABIES

omg you are cat mom and you have no choice

If you are allergic well then I suppose that is just how you go out 🤷🏻‍♀️

I adore his singing and I def don’t get enough of it and I would beg him to sing nonstop

Por favor señor I beg of thee 🙏🏻

If you were to go with him to rehearsal when the studio is empty so it’s just him he would love that

Like def bring him food (that you bought since he won’t let you in the kitchen)

And when it gets later he would teach you little dances omg that’d be so cute

He’s the sweetest little boy at heart and his main priority is to look out for you :((

[turbulentscrawl]

Naib and Eli resting their head on gender neutral s/o’s boobs sfw, how do they go about to getting into the position, what’s their reaction if their s/o calls them out lovingly ofc!! please :3!!

Heck yeah!! I wasn't entirely sure if you wanted HCs or a little scene so here's a bit of both.

Naib Subedar

-Mr. “I do what I want” right here just sees an opening and goes for it. As long as you’re in private, of course.

-If you seriously want him to get off he will, but he can tell when you’re just messing with him and plays along with it a bit.

-He can take some teasing, especially if it means he gets to stay like this longer.

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You blinked and he was there, full weight settling carefully against yours. When you lifted your book to peer down at the shirtless mercenary who’d joined you in bed, skin still hot and steaming from his shower. He deigned not to return eye contact and instead nuzzled his jaw into your sternum. Both of his hands wormed their way between the bed and the small of your back and squeezed. His legs clenched and stretched like a cat, and then he fell still.

“Whatcha doing?” you asked.

“‘M tired,” Naib said in response, muffled slightly against your chest. His hair was down, dripping, dampening your shirt.

“I’m sure, it sounded like your match was a busy one for my favorite rescue specialist.” He groaned in confirmation. “But you know there’s a perfectly good pillow right next to me?” You felt more than saw his lips pull into a smirk.

“I like these better,” he said. “Warmer, softer, and they come with a heartbeat.” To punctuate his point, Naib laid his ear right over your heart and settled back in. “Rub my back for me.”

“You’re being awfully demanding,” you replied. “What if I don’t like you laying on me like this, hmm?”

Naib groaned louder and made a show of peeling himself away from you. He got as far as elbow-height from your body before you tossed your book away, forcibly hugged his face back into your chest, and locked your legs around his waist. With a short laugh, he collapsed back on top of you. One of his hands ran the length of your side appreciatively while he settled back in, cheeks now well and truly smushed by your bosom.

“You’re the best,” he muttered when your hands began rubbing circles into his shoulders, and after several minutes drifted away to sleep.

Eli Clark

-A little more shy about it. He asks first, but he’s just a tiny bit awkward about it.

-Also handles teasing well, as he knows when you’re being serious or not, even if you’re really subtle.

-So very sweet about it. He just wants to be held. ;;

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Eli finally stepped into your room after checking on everyone post-match. It always took him forever to make his rounds, but it was hard to be upset when his absence was for such kind reasons. Brooke Rose took a perch onyour coat rack, and Eli made himself comfortable, sluggishly removing both his cloak and eyemask. You were already watching him when he turned to face you, bright blue eyes locking onto your form. A sweet, but tired smile slipped onto his lips.

After several long moments holding one another’s stares like that, and his cheeks steadily growing pink, you ventured to ask, “Is everything alright?”

“Ah,” Eli finally said. “I was just wondering…if I could join you?”

“Of course you can,” you chuckled. Always cautious, this one, even after losing count of all the times you’ve given permission. You patted the mattress next to you, and Eli seemed pleased with the offer, but stopped again with just one knee on the bed, vaguely hovering over your reclined form.

“Actually, I was wondering if I might…lay on you?” he asked.

“Feeling a little extra clingy tonight, are we?” you asked back. His head dipped away in embarrassment, but he didn’t retreat from you. He chuckled good-naturedly.

“Can I?” he asked again.

“Can you?” Your voice dropped low, teasing and suggestive.

“You’re cheeky,” he said back, “I think I can.” Carefully, he slid himself up against your side. His legs tangled with yours, torso half-topping, half-spooning you. He was trying to be mindful of his weight, but when he finally settled and seemed happy with the position, he was coiled around you like ivy. And his head cradled right against your boobs.

“I see what this is,” you taunted, unable to resist one more. “You just wanted easy access to the stress balls.” Eli barked a loud laugh in response. He turned his head up as if to say something but cut himself off when your fingers slipped into his hair and began combing through it. The treatment relaxed him, and you two fell gently into intimate silence.

[floydsmuse]

18+ only! this is the longest thing ive written in a hot minute! i really hope you enjoy it <3 this came to me randomly & i just knew i had to write it with Bob ;)

tagging: @auroralightsthesky thank you for encouraging me to post this & for your constant support my darling 💕

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looking up from your book, you could see Bob approaching you from his place in the doorway. you're sprawled out on the sofa, with your dainty little nightgown on & your eyes droopy from pure exhaustion.

you revert back to the place in your book, trying to piece together the story, but the words have become meshed & blurry on the page. you could hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching & a sudden dip in the cushions is felt below your feet.

you perk up at the feeling of nimble fingers dancing up your bare legs, causing goosebumps to be left in their wake. they start to move along your clothed skin & the sensation of Bob lightly dusting over your center causes you to let in a deep inhale. you bite back a moan at the subtle contact & try to focus on the story in your hands once again.

he lets out a breathy chuckle from your meek reaction & oh so carefully begins to peel your nightgown up so that it's bunched up against your chest, allowing him full access to your clothed bud & soft tummy.

Bob was practically salivating at the sight of you, all pretty, layed out, & vulnerable before him. he doesn't hesitate to bend down, practically mounting you in place, & latching his lips straight onto your soft pooch. laying your book flat onto your chest, you look down to see Bob making out with your belly. his tongue is swirling all along your flesh, causing a warm & tingly feeling to shoot through your entire body. the obscene wet sounds that emanate from his mouth alone, makes you let out little whines.

you reach down to run your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging, & encouraging him to keep up his movements. Bob listens & continues his work on your skin, now incorporating his large palms into the mix & kneeding the lower parts of your tummy, close to where the top of your sex lies.

he takes a second to teasingly squeeze you through your panties, which causes you to yelp out in surprise & your body shutters. Bob let's out another chuckle against your skin & a guttural groan deep from within your throat jumps out from your mouth & you could feel that sudden familiar heartbeat in your pussy.

Bob continues his assault on your pooch. biting, sucking, kneading, & leaving you gasping out for air. he reaches down to rub harsh circles over your clit, drawing you closer to your release.

his name repeatedly falls from your lips, as you finally let go & Bob pulls away from your belly with a loud pop! trying to regain back your composure, you noticed Bob smirking from his place above you & looking intently at your stomach.

"what's got you all smug now huh?" you questioned, still panting & coming down from a high.

"just admirin' my masterpiece is all." Bob quipped, leaving you even more confused than before & as if he could read your mind, he was quick to pull out his phone & presumably take a pic of you in your current state.

your eyes widen at the photo & you now understood what Bob meant by his so called "masterpiece." reddish purple hickies in the shape of a heart adorn your tummy. you're truly impressed but ultimately turned on by your husbands antics.

your eyes travel up to meet Bob's once again & you give him the look. he practically dives onto you, ripping your panties off, & quickly goes to town on your yearning pussy... ;)

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[b7ngt4n]

The Last Remaining | Part 03

-> South Korea was left abandoned after a 'zombie' virus sweeps the nation. Left to save themselves, Y/N and a group of seven men, who she's found safety in, rely on each other to stay alive as they travel to the south side of the country on the hunt for a rumoured 'z-free' haven. But nothing is ever easy. Especially when they find it's not only just zombies they need to watch their backs for.

-> A female reader x BTS zombie apocalypse AU

-> Genre: Post-apocalyptic, action

-> Warnings for Part 3: swearing, violence

-> Word count: 2,276 words

-> Interactions are greatly appreciated xoxo 💖

Part 03: Mokpo 🧟

"Jeon Jungkook," he added with a shy smile that showed off his front teeth, "that's Jimin," he gestured to the slim man behind him.

"Hey," Jimin smiled, bowing at you and giving a small wave. You noticed his eyes disappeared as he smiled with his top teeth. He had such a pretty and gentle kind of smile. You smiled and bowed back in respect.

"Hey!" another male's voice yelled, followed by the sound of footsteps against gravel. You raised your knife to the source of the sound but you heard Jungkook whisper, “It’s alright,” as he lowered your arm down. You glanced at him, he giggled at the perplexed look on your face.

A tall man with broad shoulders soon came into your view. He’s dressed similarly to Jimin and Jungkook: cargo pants, combat boots. Except he wore a plain sweatshirt, while the other two wore plain long sleeves. He scanned the scene with wide eyes, visibly shocked by the men lying on the ground and your unfamiliar face.

"Jimin, what the hell happened?" he scolded Jimin, who was clearly apologetic towards him as he explained what happened. Broad shoulders sighed deeply while shaking his head, "I leave you both alone for two minutes and this is what you two get up to?"

"Ai, hyung~" Jungkook whined, his eyebrows pinching together, "They kept her hostage, what were we supposed to do?" He nodded to you when he said 'her.' Broad shoulders glanced at you. You noticed the immediate change in his expression: from hot-headed anger to understanding the situation and standing by their decision to help you.

He sighed once again, "well, we need to get moving, okay? Z’s are moving in from the east. We're waiting in the cars," he told the two boys before turning to Jimin with his back to you.

"Do whatever you need to do, but sort this out fast," He murmured to Jimin, who nodded and reassured his hyung by patting him on the shoulder. He didn't know you could hear him.

"Y/N," Jungkook's voice drew your attention back to him. You didn't realise how close he was to you. You could every facial detail of his: his big eyes, a silver ring on the side of his lip, long black hair, multiple ear piercings, his round cheeks. It was amazing how he looked so maintained for a month into the apocalypse. You could only imagine how scruffy you looked. You just knew your hair was all over the place. “Where are you going?"

Where were you going? Well, shit. You never thought about that. You never thought you would ever make it beyond the convenience store. But you weren't even in Seoul anymore. There was no way you could make it back to your apartment alive right?

"I don't know," you answered honestly, "I live in Seoul but I can only imagine how difficult it would be to get back."

Jungkook sighed, agreeing with you, "We live in Seoul too. But it's gotten worse with zombies. They're everywhere now. It's impossible to leave, let alone get in."

You sighed, dipping your head into your hands just for a moment to think. You were homeless. You had nowhere to go. And in the middle of an apocalypse? You wouldn't last a night by yourself.

"We're heading to Mokpo," Jungkook shared with you. You lifted your head back up to look at him. He noticed your glossy eyes and for some reason it pained him to see you upset, "we’ve heard there’s an evacuation camp set up there and the survivors are evacuating to Jeju Island.”

You nodded, taking in the sudden information. But it seemed like you didn’t get Jungkook’s point so quickly, “you can come with us,” he added.

You blankly stared at him, glancing between him and Jimin. Jimin only smiled at you, Jungkook eagerly looked at you, awaiting an answer. Well, what the heck. Where else could you possibly go?

“Okay then,” a weak but joyful smile appeared on your face.

Jungkook’s smile widened, “okay? Okay! Perfect! Okay, well we have to get going now,” he stood up, helping you up shortly after, “you alright to walk?”

You nodded, “yes I just need my bag from their car,” you nodded to Kang and Gihoon still unconscious. Jimin took it upon himself to go retrieve it, saying he’ll meet you both in the car.

“Sweetheart,” you heard a groggy moan coming from behind you. You turned to see Kang still sprawled on the floor but trying to lift his head up to look at you. All that hatred and fury rose back up inside you hearing that stupid nickname that you had picked up a large rock and were already walking towards Kang without thinking.

“It’s Y/N you bastard!” you yelled at him, raising the rock and smashing it onto his head in a fit of rage. You knocked him out of consciousness. You made sure he was still breathing though, not having the intention of killing him but simply serving your revenge.

Jungkook found himself smiling at you. Usually, he doesn’t condone violence, but your actions didn’t anger him. Matter of fact, he felt a sense of justice had been achieved. He was proud of you.

When you agreed to join Jungkook in his group's journey to Mokpo, you didn't expect to meet four more strangers who made up their group of seven. You were overwhelmed enough simply meeting Jungkook and Jimin in the most random way.

You hadn't been around a lot of people in a while that it was daunting to you. Especially when they were all men. Yes, you were the only girl out of the seven men. Now you and men didn't really have a good connection, you tend to not trust nor get along with them. Especially with your most recent encounter with Kang and Gihoon. The compatibility bar was at a whopping 1%.

You started to have second doubts about joining Jungkook and his crew. Maybe you could run away while they're asleep. Take some of their supplies, food, weapons, and maybe you're good to go solo. But you decided to sleep on running away for now. After all, Jimin and Jungkook did kind of just save you. You owed them. But you continued to keep your guard up, just in case.

You found yourself in a public parking lot only a minutes walk away. The lot was dusted clean, only a small Suzuki rested in the corner. There were two cars opened and occupied, obviously belonging to Jungkook's friends. One was a Jeep Wrangler while the other was a Hyundai Palisade. It was intimidating to feel six pairs of eyes on you all at once. But you put on a brave face nevertheless.

"Guys, this is Y/N," Jungkook announced to them. They all appeared youthful looking, somewhere in their 20s, all likely around the same age group as you. There was an uncomfortable silence as they shared looks between themselves, "she's coming with us to Mokpo."

You awkwardly smiled as they all stared at you at once, shifting on your two feet as you gave a little wave, "hi guys."

One of them decided to make the first introduction, hopping out the car to extend his hand to you. The first thing you noticed was that he was a whole head taller than you. He had broad shoulders and big biceps - a combination of broad shoulders from earlier and Jungkook's own muscular biceps, which you happened to accidentally notice about Jungkook. He had short black hair up to his eyebrows and skinny almond-shaped eyes that stood out among the rest.

"Hi, my name’s Namjoon, it's nice to meet you Y/N," he greeted you. You shook his hand as he continued, "Jimin’s already informed us on what happened earlier. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

You managed to give him a weak smile, unsure how to feel about the sudden sympathy and that these strangers all know your business, “thank you.”

Namjoon gestured towards the Hyundai, “you must be hungry, we have lots of water and snacks in the car.”

You nodded but he noticed your hesitation as you stared at the strangers in the car, “don’t worry, we’re all friendly. You’ve already met Jimin. He’s very kind, he will take good care of you,” he pointed at Jimin sitting in the passenger seat, “that’s Yoongi. He‘s the type that’s hard on the outside but soft on the inside so don’t be alarmed if he appears distant,” he pointed to the man sitting in the drivers seat, who's zoned out into the distance, “and in the back there is Taehyung. Just a warning, he doesn’t know what boundaries are so please don’t mind him,” he pointed at the man resting on his arms against the open window. He eagerly waved at you with a big smile on his face when he noticed you staring. You waved back, chuckling at how pure he seemed.

"And over in the Jeep is Jin," he pointed to the man with broad shoulders from earlier sitting in the drivers seat, "and Hoseok in the back," he referred to the man with prominent cheekbones standing watch through the sun roof.

“Thanks Namjoon,” you thanked him for the brief introductions before walking to the car. You spotted Jungkook putting a helmet on his head and the question came out your mouth before you could even think.

“Are you not coming?” you asked clearly confused, a slight frown adorning your face. Jungkook chuckled, moving to reveal a motorcycle behind him.

“I’m coming, don’t you worry now Y/N,” he assured you, a hint of teasing in his voice, as he swung a leg over it, settling in the drivers seat.

“Oh okay,��� you muttered, embarrassed you came off more worried than you intended, “be safe.”

Jungkook smiled at your awkwardness, saluting you with two fingers, “always.”

“Zombies! Let’s make a move!” you heard Namjoon’s voice yell from the Jeep.

In the distance a herd of zombies had gathered down the street. They started stumbling in your direction after hearing the roar of three engines at once. You jumped in the car to find your backpack already waiting for you and an eager seatmate by the name of Taehyung, pulling you into a very welcoming and rather tight hug. This you should've seen coming, considering Namjoon's warning. You weren’t really a physical touch kind of person. But you never knew that was the kind of healing you needed most.

In the short time you've spent in the car with Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi, you learned three things:

One:

Taehyung LOVES to talk (not that you're complaining. You enjoy hearing him blab on about the most random things, or oversharing embarrassing stories about Jimin)

Two:

Jimin is the most considerate person you've ever met (he asks if you're hungry, thirsty, too cold, too hot, feeling sick, feeling tired, the list can go on)

Three:

Namjoon was right about Yoongi (he seemed uninterested in you but then again asked you many questions about yourself, your hobbies, and your life pre-z)

You must've gained at least three kilograms from stuffing your face full of snacks. They had rice crackers, canned soup, water bottles, and most importantly, Doritos your favourite flavour 'Sweet Thai Chilli'. Taehyung kept you company throughout the drive, informing you all about his plan for when the apocalypse is over.

"I'm going to open up a dog cafe where you can eat with dogs surrounding you," he told you (and the entire car too), "and I'll let dog owners bring their dogs too. Oh! And I'll also serve dog food for free because the dogs deserve to eat as well."

You laughed. It was a pretty solid plan he had. You liked his enthusiasm and that he dreamt big for the future. You admired his hope. It bought you your own sense of hope. That there's some kind of normality that comes after all of this. But just as you opened your mouth to say something, Yoongi muttered, "Why're they slowing down?"

You sat up to look out the windscreen as everyone's attention diverted to the cars in front. You could hear the roar of Jungkook's motorcycle die down as he came to a stop. The Jeep in front of you too came to a halt as well. You could see Jungkook frantically pointing to the floor as Namjoon got out the car to see what he was talking about. Based off the panic you could see on Jungkook's face and the seriousness of Namjoon's, you could tell that whatever stopped them wasn't a good thing. As soon as Yoongi stopped the car, they all got out to join the others. You followed behind them shortly, slinging your backpack on in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Yoongi asked Namjoon. Everyone had crowded around Namjoon. He was staring down at the floor, everyone else followed. You were driven by curiosity, legs moving closer to see what he was looking at.

Lined horizontally along the road was a skinny row of spike strips. They blended so well into the asphalt concrete that they were nearly invisible. It would have been impossible to have seen that while driving. And it would have been too late to do anything about it once all your tyres are flat.

"Who leaves spike strips in the middle of a tunnel like that?" Jin complained as Namjoon bent down to inspect further. It only took you a couple seconds to realise how much danger you were in until it was too late.

"Hands in the air or we'll shoot your brains out!"

a/n: it's pretty hypocritical that i HATE when k-pop fanfics include random korean romanized words in their writing but i literally did exactly that 😭😭 don't attack me ok 😔 i just thought it fit better rather than putting jin's name because i can literally hear jungkook complaining like that BAHAHAHA 🤣 you can't tell me u don't hear it too ✋

anyways thanks for reading my pookie bums xoxo i hope u enjoyed this part, i love u all mwah mwah 😙😙

[kingdaddydaichi]

Asahi’s favorite memory: when you confessed your feelings for him…

☼ a/n: sfw, gn!reader, this is a cute little fluffy drabble that i found buried deep in my long ass wip list. i wrote it almost a year ago and guess i never got around to posting it? it’s been a hot minute since i’ve turned something out for my sugar bear asahi so here you go, asahi simps <3

☼ wc: 1.1k

☼ tagging: @crystal-lilac

The two of you had been friends for several months after meeting each other.

You’d go to art museums and old gardens together.

You’d go to his games and shout loudly, clapping and calling his name out, which embarrassed him to no end, but he secretly loved it.

You’d hang out at each other's places, eating/drinking/watching documentaries/reading.

You got sick once and he missed practice to come over and take care of you.

He got injured during a match one day and had no choice but to sit out the rest of the game. You went with him to his team's athletic/sports clinic, but had to stay in the waiting area when they called him. Half an hour later he came back out with his ankle taped up and doctor's orders to not play for a minimum of 3 weeks.

Asahi was so depressed.

You took him home, wishing you could be of more help as he hobbled to the passenger side of your car. You stayed with him for the first couple of hours after getting him home, making sure he kept his ankle elevated and iced as ordered.

To help keep him off his feet you made him dinner - his favorite, your own take on tonkotsu ramen. He devoured it with constant praises about how good it was.

After cleaning up, you brought him a fresh ice pack. He smiled and took you by the wrist, pulling you down to sit on the couch next to him.

"Sit down and relax. You deserve a break, (y/n)."

You plopped down next to him, his long arm falling across your shoulders as your thigh brushed against his.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked.

"Hm? Doing what?"

"Taking such good care of me?"

You looked down at your hands and blushed. "Do you not know, Asahi?" you whispered, still unable to meet his gaze.

Both of your hearts were pounding. It was double or nothing. The deciding moment - would you confess and risk making things weird? Or would you go on to remain ‘just friends’?

"I think I might," he said, "but it's not something I want to say out loud in case I'm wrong."

You pulled all your wits into one small space within you and drew your legs up to turn and face him, looking up into his big, brown eyes. Hopeful.

"Asa, I-" you looked away, faltering for a second before wrangling your courage back in. Meeting his eyes again, you continued, "I think- no, I know...that I have umm..." His eyes grew wider as he shifted next to you. "Oh shit. I have feelings for you, Asahi. I'm so sorry!" You buried your face in your hands in embarrassment.

He didn't move or say anything for several seconds. You started to think you'd definitely ruined your friendship with him and hung your head, ashamed.

But then you felt his warm fingers curl around yours, encouraging you to move your hands away from your face. When you peeked, you saw the same big, brown eyes, softer now. And he was smiling.

"Like, romantic feelings?" He needed to know for sure.

Your hands flew back to your face and laughing you said, "Yes! Omg stop making it worse, Asa!"

He chuckled before prying at your fingers again. "Look at me, (y/n)."

You were so nervous you could've cried.

"Don't be sorry..." he trailed off, his eyes dipping to your lips.

He cupped your face in his huge hand, gently pulling you towards him as he lowered his lips to yours in a tender, chaste kiss.

Your fingers swept over his hand and without opening your eyes, you breathed his name as a question. He hummed from deep inside his chest, his cheeks dusted with warm pink while your own felt hot, especially with his breath ghosting across your skin before pulling away to look at you.

"I've had a crush on you since the day I met you," he whispered.

“No, you haven't. You're just sayi-"

Asahi interrupted, "The way you kept looking away every time I looked at you. The way you smiled at me like I was the best thing you'd never known."

Your breath caught in your throat. It was true, but how did he know that? Had you really been that easy to read?

"The way you giggled when I stumbled on my words,” he went on. “The way you made me want to know you. To spend time with you. To just...have you in my life, close to me."

“Stop it, Asa, you're gonna make me cry! Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I'm chicken shit!” he admitted with a laugh. “And by the time I felt confident enough to tell you, we'd already become pretty good friends and I didn't want to fuck that up." He kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, (y/n), I should’ve said something…”

You shook your head at him. “No, if I don’t get to be sorry, then neither do you.”

He smiled. “Fair enough.”

There was a long, comfortable silence.

“So…what do we do now?” you asked.

“I think we’re supposed to start dating or something.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But how’s that any different from what we already do?”

“I guess we just keep doing what we’ve been doing – hanging out, spending time together. Only now I’m pretty sure we get to kiss and hold hands and make our friends uncomfortable by openly flirting with each other.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You lunged at him, throwing your arms around his neck, squealing into his shoulder, loving the sound of his laughter right against you and the feeling of his arms wrapping around you, pulling you in closer.

You pulled back enough to look up at him smiling back at you as you brushed a stray strand away from his handsome face, your fingers burying themselves in the thickness of his long hair.

“I wanna kiss you again, Asa.”

“Then kiss me.”

You touched your lips to his before pressing into them, slow and measured. You wanted to savor every detail of this kiss. His thumb swept across your jaw, pulling you into him as he opened his lips against yours.

Your hearts were pounding, your breaths shallow and shaky when you pushed against each other’s tongues.

This went on for a few minutes, having turned into a full-blown makeout session. Both pairs of hands were dangerously close to going too far, too soon. He pulled away first, panting, his eyes lidded with desire.

“Shit, we shouldn’t…yet” You nodded in full agreement. He was right. “Need to take things slow. I want us to go slow.”

“So do I. No need to rush.”

You settled in close to him, his strong arm wrapped around you while you mindlessly played with each other’s fingers, talking and laughing about ways to make your friends uncomfortable.

a. azumane m.list

[parragone]

wip wednesday saturday

one of those "I can't tag anyone else because I don;t know who to tag" situations, but thank you @r6shippingdelivery for tagging me in the first place <3

it's been a hot minute, so I'm gonna post a couple WIPs - the first being a muze wip from the early days of Rainbow, the second being a wip chapter from my Gentle Progress rewrite, Set in Motion, and the third being from a Fallen Hero wip because I am fucking rotted by this game-

ANYWAY, IT'S ALL UNDER THE CUT

first is from Early Days, which is the mute/fuze thing that just... bites at my heels

The party was loud. Too loud, really, but Mark had grown somewhat accustomed to the way the team liked to celebrate. With new arrivals from Japan to liven the party further, Mark had ducked out to get a breath of fresh air and hopefully escape the party altogether. He had never been one for parties in the first place, having never been quite old enough to be invited to any among his peers, and had little interest in learning to enjoy them. With a flimsy excuse about needing to finish his latest prototype improvement for MONI, he’d escaped a lecture from Mike – a well-intentioned lecture about needing to learn how to socialize, but a lecture nonetheless – and slipped out of the mess hall. A walk to clear his head and ground himself would do him some good, and then he’d go back to his ideal holiday activity; six hours spent coding something for fun rather than for a deadline. It’d be quiet until the operators came back from the holiday party disappointingly sober yet still all too happy to carry on their chatter, but by that time he hoped to be well and truly too tired to care. As he tugged his hood up and prepared to take the short walk around the obstacle course that he had come to well and truly despise, he heard the steady pace of another set of boots on another late-night jog. He raised his head to look down the track with furrowed brows, only to be met with the now-familiar figure of Kessikbayev. The smell of fresh cigarettes overpowered the smell of the rain and Mark was suddenly glad for the mask that covered his face and hid the way he cringed at the smell. “You weren’t at the party,” Mark commented as the older man slowed to a stop under the overhang. Shuhrat raised a brow as he shook his head to get rid of the excess water. “No.” The answer was simple and curt, and Mark felt a twinge of relief. “You have left it.” “Too loud.” It was as much an excuse as it was a reasonable explanation. “You done jogging?” “Yes.” The older man paused and gave a sidelong nod toward the barracks. He was done for the night, Mark assumed, but they were heading the same way. “Mind company?” “No.”

This second part is for Set in Motion, but it's a ways away

"I brought a peace offering." Jayce's boots were heavy on the old steel floors but just controlled enough that Viktor could tell the man was being conscious about his approach. He stared at the wall as the Piltovan approached and placed something glass on the dusty old bedside table,  immediately followed by a retreat and the sound of his colleague circling around to the other side of the bed. The silence was so thick that he wondered if a bullet could kill it. "Can we talk?"  The bed creaked as Jayce sat on the other side, the dip in the old mattress just enough for the Zaunite to notice. He refused to turn over and look at the man, something bitter built up in his heart.  "Or maybe I can just… talk. I… I know I fucked up. I should have listened to you but instead, I paraded myself down an alley because I heard something. Even after you warned me that it's dangerous down here." Viktor listened as the Piltovan continued, aching hand slowly relaxing. "I was an idiot. And an asshole. And if your friend Vi wasn't there I probably would have ended up dead in a back alley instead of alive with a few new scars." Viktor looked at the pattern on the pillowcase. He wanted to be something mad, to be angry enough to yell at Jayce again, and found himself empty of it. The hollow cavity in his chest felt only slightly cracked, but enough to keep his attention on what his colleague was saying.  "I don't know what I'm doing. Obviously. I nearly - I did hurt people down there. And I… I'm… I didn't realize how upset it would make you or how dangerous it was or… or anything like that and now I feel like I've crushed your good will for me into the ground and I hate that more because you… you. You. You're smart. You're leagues beyond anyone else I've ever met, like the Lady of Progress herself made you to force me to change. You've never once been hesitant to tell me when I'm wrong or a jackass or just not being the best I could be." The Zaunite shifted his bad leg to stretch it slightly. "Such as your misconception about Shuriman naming conventions. You insisted upon yourself so loudly." "Yeah, exactly," Jayce replied, his voice tinged with an emotion Viktor couldn't place. "You damn near threw the history book at me. My point is, I don't want to lose you because you're one of my only friends. I just… I don't know how to be a good friend. I've never had many. Most people think I'm an asshole on purpose but half the time I can't even tell if they're mad at me or happy with me and the other half I can't tell their facial expressions apart."  The bed shifted again, the dip shifting into a full, familiar, comfortable weight behind him that made him ashamed and relieved at the same time. He wanted to turn around and look at his roommate, his friend, to encourage him and reward him with the end goal. Viktor knew better.  "I don't know how to be a good friend. I'm barely a good person. I know this because most of why I haven't built a city-leveling bomb is the morals of those around me. But I want… I want to be good for you. And I don't know where to start because I feel like every time I start to do something I'm inevitably gonna fuck up. Maybe not as bad as this excursion, but I still think about how angry you were when you left the play. I never want to do that to you again and here I am,  somehow doing something even worse. I think I'm asking for forgiveness, maybe? Or guidance. Just… I want to know how to..." "Fix it?" "You know me. There's nothing I can't fix, right?"

and the last bit is fallen hero, also very rusty, but also vaguely??? nsfw?? it's meant to be intimate but not necessarily sexual idk

The dreams had a strange mercy for once in that he could see nothing, but in exchange, his mind had conjured something far worse; a fantasy he could touch, smell, and hear. He didn’t need to see to feel Chen knelt in front of him, broad form settled between his thighs as a solid anchor among uncertainty. He needed a reason – and his mind provided, familiar hands pulling a blindfold tight over his eyes and the tickle of an all too familiar beard along the edge of one shoulder. Chen knew his strength. He kept one rough, weathered hand flat against Cole's lower spine to keep him still as he pressed quiet kisses against the warm, soft skin. Teeth grazed the edge of the ink that lined the smaller man's collarbone in fractal patterns too tightly interwoven to discern with the naked human eye; bruises bloomed over his neck and chest like flowers carefully embroidered into cloth too fragile to hold them. Held still as if he’d fall apart if Chen dared let go. Ortega had learned to be careful. His hands were softer than the Marshal’s, but just as grounding as they rested on his waist. Warm lips pressed to the nape of his neck, the scrape of a well-trimmed beard along the dip of his shoulder just as ticklish as it was when they kissed. He held the telepath as if he could save Cole from falling again, as if he could hold him close and somehow save him without knowing what he was saving him from. Like a hero should, if they could. It was too much to bear, not enough to fill the aching hole in his chest. Like filling an ocean one rainstorm at a time, bringing life from extinction. Washing away the barren empty with nothing more than a rag and their tears, they had no intention of letting him slip from their hands a second time. Monsters and all. Don’t touch me, his mind whispered in an instinctive flinch, I don’t know how not to bite.

[banannabethchase]

Hello!! Prompt: 10. “If you do that one more time..." "What? What are you gonna do?" + hangmox! Bonus points if combined with 3. Thank you! ❤️‍🔥

This Feeling Goes Both Ways - also on AO3

Mox and Adam heat up in the ring, but it's what happens when they're alone, when it's just the two of them, that really gets to Adam.

~

For the prompts "“Oh you are VERY naked.” and “If you do that one more time…” “What? What are you gonna do?” Title inspired by Do I Wanna Know? by the Arctic Monkeys.

I went...overboard. I hope you enjoy!!

~

He’s already fuming as he storms offstage.

“Adam, we tried to stop him, but he shoved me into a –”

As kindly as he can, Adam slides around Matt and strides up to Mox, who is grinning like he knows exactly what’s about to happen.

“You chicken shit, cowardly little fuckhead,” Adam snarls. “Haven’t you learned not to get in the way of my matches?”

“You had your little boy toys out there with you,” he says, waving to the Bucks behind Adam. “I was just out there to help out Yuta.”

“You pulled his leg onto the ropes!” Adam yells. “I would have won!”

Mox shrugs. “It’s only cheating if the ref sees, yeah?”

Adam shoves Mox up against the wall. "If you do that one more time..."

"What?" Mox asks, grinning. Adam hates the way he gets hot at that bitchy smile, hates how good it looks on Mox. Hates how he wants to shove his tongue in Mox’s mouth, and not just to shut him up. "What are you gonna do?"

"You've seen what I can do," Adam says.

Mox laughs, eyes dipping to Adam's lips and back up again. "And you and I both know what you love to do." He winks, and Adam pushes off of him.

"If you interfere with another one of my matches, I'll hang you from your own fuckin' belt this time," Adam growls, staring Mox down.

Mox breaks eye contact first, laughing as he looks away, and Adam grins. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Cowboy." He winks, and walks out of there.

They're quiet for a moment, the Bucks and Kenny behind Adam waiting, and Adam finally exhales and turns around.

"So that was...charged," Matt says, glancing over at Adam. "You good, man?"

Adam nods, rolling his shoulders. "I'm good," he says. He nods. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just need a minute."

His phone buzzes with the text he knew was coming.

[9:56pm]

locker room by the trainers room empty be there in 5

“I’ll talk to y’all later,” he says, staring down at his phone as he walks toward the trainer’s room. “I need a minute.”

He can feel their concerned gazes on his back, and makes his way down the hallway toward the trainer.

This has been happening for months, ever since he came back post-concussion. He and Mox collide in the ring, and then they collide even more intensely backstage.

Adam doesn't bother to knock when he pushes the door open and spins to pull it closed. He turns, ready to bitch at Mox, but then he gets an eyeful of –

"Oh. You are VERY naked."

Mox grins from where he's reclined back on an extra medical bed, arms behind his bed and legs splayed so lewdly Adam has to fight off the urge to get embarrassed. "Figured it would save some of us some time, since you get all sappy with the undressing."

"I don't get sappy," Adam says with an eye roll. He hooks his thumbs in his gear pants and shoves them down his hips, just low enough that his dick, already hard, springs out. He sighs in relief. "Get over here so I can fuck you quiet."

"I'm tired," Mox sighs, shifting down on the bed. He dangles his legs down the end of it. "I had a big job, running out there. Maybe I want you to do all the work."

"You fucking - you didn't even have a match!" Adam exclaims, walking up to Mox. He slides his fingers between Mox's cheeks. "Oh, of course. You already fucked yourself open. Shocker."

"Again," Mox says, as Adam yanks his legs down to get him at the right level, "you get all sappy."

"I'll show you sappy, you fuckin' brat," Adam growls. He slides into Mox so smoothly, like a tailor made glove, and doesn't slow down. He fucks into Mox without any romance, without any sap. "You're the worst. You're fucking impossible."

"You ever shut up?" Mox asks. Adam grins at him. Mox's words are steady, but he's gritting his teeth and his hands grip the table.

"Do you?" Adam asks. "You want it harder?"

"Fuck, yes," Mox moans. "You stopped for, like, two seconds and I almost got up and punched you. If you slow down again, I'll punch open your forehead again."

"One of these days I'm actually going to kill you," Adam says, hips moving at lightning speed. If he's not careful, he'll come too soon, and he'll never live it down.

"Promise?" Mox laughs. "Preferably in this setting. In the ring makes it so messy."

Adam groans. "Jesus. Maybe I'll just leave you here and not let you come," he says. He locks eyes with Mox. "Maybe I use you to get off, and then you can lay here, desperate, until you give up and come thinking of how much better it would have been if it had been on my cock.” He slows his thrusts to drags. He’s close enough. “Maybe I just go.” He doesn’t break eye contact first, just pulls slowly out of Mox until his cock is hit with cool air, and he gets a look at Mox’s hole, clenching desperately on nothing.

“Wait,” Mox says. Adam’s only seen his eyes this frantic once before, right after the Death Match. “No, Cowboy, come back.”

Adam raises an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“Adam,” Mox pleads. “Please. Please don’t – come back.”

“Aw,” Adam says, making his smile just a little mocking. “You’re so sappy.”

“Don’t use my words – oh, fuck.”

Adam pushes back into Mox and curls his hand around Mox’s cock, matching his strokes with his thrusts. “You’re lucky I’m a sap, you dick,” Adam snarls. “I could be so mean about this. I could come all over your hole and then leave you wanting, but I won’t.”

“Okay, yes, I get it,” Mox laughs, a little hysterical. “Fuck, Adam, baby, give me more. Don’t leave.”

Adam wasn’t going to, really. He couldn’t – leaving Mox there, all miserable, seems like the worst possible option. When it comes to Mox, he is a sap, and he’s only willing to admit it to himself.

It’s funny, then, that he and Mox come at the same time like some sort of practiced married couple, Adam deep within Mox and Mox all over his own chest. They breathe through the aftershocks, and Mox actually whimpers when Adam slides out of him.

“Hey, shh,” Adam says. He walks around the table and leans down to press a kiss to Mox’s lips. It’s not usually part of the equation, but Adam can’t help it. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Mox smiles up at him. “Okay.”

They kiss again, soft and sweet, and then Mox drops his head back onto the bed. “I’m all messy.” It’s not quite a pout on his lips, but it’s close, and it makes Adam’s heart clench.

“Sure there’s towels somewhere in here,” Adam says. A quick glance around confirms it and he steps away to grab it. “Three seconds, I promise.”

“One,” Mox calls after him as he slides over to the sink. Adam turns on the faucet. “Two.” He runs the water over it and steps back to Mox. “Three. Look at you, keeping your promises.”

“Well, I’m not gonna pump and dump,” Adam chuckles, slowly running the towel over Mox’s chest. Mox’s pretty eyes flutter shut as Adam moves between his legs, carefully taking care of all the mess. He’s muttering nothing to Mox, just whatever comes to mind to help him stay calm and happy. He doesn’t know why he cares.

That’s a lie.

He knows.

“There you go,” Adam murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of Mox’s mouth. “All set.”

Mox blinks his eyes open and smiles at Adam so pretty his heart almost breaks. “Thank you,” Mox says, voice almost a whisper. He reaches up and cups Adam’s cheek. It’s automatic, the way Adam leans down and kisses him softly. They stay like that, kissing like this is something they do all the time, until there’s a loud knock on the door that has them both jumping to their feet.

Adam shoots a panicked look at Mox. “Shit,” he mutters.

“I’m busy,” Mox shouts. “Can’t a guy take a nap without interruption in this fuckin’ place?”

“Did you kill Hangman?” shouts Nick. Adam’s panic grows. “Because Danielson said he saw him go in here.”

“Fuckin’ Bryan,” Mox mutters.

Adam winces. Danielson had walked in on them the week before, but they’d assumed he’d keep his mouth shut.

“I’m fine, Nick, just. I’m fine.”

There’s more jangling of the door handle. “I’ve got a key!” Nick says. “I will open this door.”

Adam is pretty sure neither he nor Mox have ever dressed so fast. “Give me, like, two seconds?”

“Too late!” The door swings open and Nick, who starts off concerned, slowly grows horrified as he takes in Mox’s unbuttoned jeans and Adam’s hair, which Adam can only assume is a mess. “Oh. Oh, my god.” He looks between Mox and Adam so fast his ponytail whips. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Shut your mouth if you know what’s good for you,” Mox says, and it would be threatening if he wasn’t blushing. And if Adam didn’t still have his smile when Adam kissed him burnt into his mind.

~

Mini Playlist: Castle in the Sky - Kim Petras Temporary Bliss - The Cab I Feel Like I'm Drowning - Two Feet Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

Kinktober day 14 - gloryhole

MINORS DNI!!!! Day 14 of Kinktober is: glory hole - multiple (in order: Actor, Eric, Wilford & Yancy, Illinois) x amab reader. Sooooo self indulgent :3

Also posted on AO3 Kinktober masterlist is here

Wordcount: 2.8k+

Tags/warnings: gloryhole (ass out variety), objectification, butt plug, sex toys, orgasm denial, spanking, rimming, reader called hole, cum marking, humiliation, bruising, slight dumbification

As you settle on your stomach on the table covered in a soft padding, or rather the high bench, some part of you feel ridiculous, but also very, very hot.

Your ass and legs being the only thing visible for whoever might walk into the room, makes your cock hard between your legs.

The plug you had put in after prepping yourself at home also helps, and you can’t help feel a little nervous and expectant as you push the button on your side of the wall that will light up the green light outside of the door of the room you find yourself in. You rest your head on your arms as you wait.

It doesn’t take many minutes before you hear the door open and close. A few steps before a hand strokes over your ass, slow and almost absentmindedly. You’re sure whoever it is is reading the little whiteboard that hangs on the wall just to the side of you, the board that states likes and dislikes, and a few other things.

“So a fresh hole, hm?” You nod, forgetting for a moment that he can’t see you. But it seems he’s not waiting for an answer, as his hands on your ass spreads your cheeks, fingers brushing against the plug that rests snugly inside of you.

“At least you prepped, I do hate when some holes think they shouldn’t.” You hear rustling, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to take a condom from the side table that has them, among a few sex toys and lube.

It’s clear to you that he doesn’t take a condom when you feel a leaking cock rub against your ass, making you grind your hips back against him. You also feel a faint brush of soft fabric, you would guess... a silk robe?

You’re not given much time to dwell on your guess, as the plug in your ass is pulled out, discarded to wherever the man feels like. Three lubed fingers (when had he even done that?) dips inside of you, pushing and prodding, feeling around for how stretched out you are. You moan, your dick twitching as the man fucks you with his fingers.

“Someone has been smart.” His tone is bordering on sing-songy, and you’ve quickly realised this man likes to hear himself talk. Not that you really mind, cause his voice is nice.

His fingers leave you, but are quickly replaced with his cock pushing inside of you. You groan in unison, and his hands on your hips drags you against him as he bottoms out.

“So tight, and perfect around my cock.” He just grinds his hips against your ass, keeping himself inside of you. You push back against him, making him chuckle.

“So impatient, but alright then.” He draws almost all the way out, the thrust right back in with force. You moan, the motion sending sparks out arousal to your cock, making it leak as you start to get fucked in earnest.

The man is brutal with his pace, and every time he hits your prostate, which causes you to moan loudly and lose your rhythm as you push yourself back on him, he chuckles or laughs.

“Such a pretty and fuckable ass, made to take it.” He squeezes your ass hard, and without warning, you find yourself being filled with warm cum. You let out a little noise of surprise, but it feels so nice.

The man is panting, quiet as he pulls himself out of you. Before you can react, your plug is at your hole again and pushed inside, effectively trapping his cum inside of you. Your mouth falls open, panting as you’ve yet to cum.

“Good little holes keep what they’re given.”

You feel a hand on your cock, but any thought of cumming is quickly squashed when you feel the cock ring being placed on you. You whine, and the man laughs.

“Oh don’t you start, you were the one that put orgasm denial on your whiteboard.” His voice is smug, the words delivered with a smack to your ass. It makes you jump, but the slight sting is soothed somewhat as a hand rubs over the stinging skin.

“And now there’s only one thing missing.” You don’t even have time to ask for what, because seconds later there is the sound of a marker uncapping, and you feel a line drawn just over your left ass cheek.

“There you go!” Voice still smug, there’s another smack to your ass before retreating steps, and the door opening and closing.

----

You’re not left alone for long, as the door opens and closes again just minutes later.

The steps in the room are a lot more hesitant, and whoever entered doesn’t immediately touch you.

“He-He-Hello?”

“Um, hi?”

“Uh uh, I- I- I.....” He trails off, clearly nervous by his tone and how you can hear him shift on his feet. “I- I don’t know what to do.” You can’t help but smile, he sounds cute, despite the nervousness.

“Well, the idea is that you can do almost anything really. Fuck me, finger me, suck me off, all up to you really, just look at my whiteboard first though.”

“Oh! Yeah, the b-board!” Silence for a few moments, and you shift on your feet, feeling the plug shift too, keeping the cum from your previous... visitor inside of you. You startle as a light touch caresses it, drawing in a sharp breath. The touch disappears as quickly as it appeared.

“Shi- shit, I’m sorry!”

“No, no, don’t be, you just surprised me, that’s all. In a good way.” A soft, barely audible ‘oh’, and then the touch returns. You hum, wiggling your ass a little to give a show.

“I’m Eric by the way.” It’s whispered, but you hear him, so you offer up a name in an equally low whisper.

Eric doesn’t say anything else, but his touch keeps going, fingers pushing and prodding at your plug. It’s not much, but it keeps the thrum of the arousal in your body constant and warm.

His fingers leave you for a moment, and you hear a bottle of lube uncapping. You’re surprised when you don’t feel any lube brush anywhere against you.

Instead you hear the unmistakable noise of Eric jerking off as his fingers return to your plug.

This time he grabs the base, pulling it out a bit so your hole stretches just before the widest part before he pushes it back in. You moan, loving the feeling of the stretch, and seemingly emboldened by your noise and reactions, Eric starts to fuck you with the plug as he jerks himself off. 

You hear him shuffle closer, and you feel his knuckles every so often brush against your ass he brings himself closer and closer to the edge. He draws moans and groans as the plug is thrusted in and out of you in a matching pace with his hands.

When Eric comes, it’s with a groan of the name you gave him as he spills over your ass, coating you in sticky and warm cum. The plug stops, and he lets it slip fully inside of you again as he catches his breath.

“Fuckkkk, your ass looked so good, I- I- just couldn’t help myself.” You can’t see it, but you can imagine a blush spreading over his face, even though he sounds a lot more confident now than when he first entered the room. Case in point, you feel another line drawn on your cheek, you think right next to the first one.

“Thank y-you.” A gentle pat on your ass, then Eric leaves you alone.

----

Not that you’re left alone for long, as the door is thrown open, making you jump as it smacks against the wall.

“Wilford, there’s no need for youse to break things.”

“Oh but isn’t that half the fun? Besides, the only thing we are going to break is that ass in front of us.” The smack to your backside makes you yelp, and Wilford giggles, while the other man sighs, evidently closing the door with a light click.

“Youse said youse were goin’ to show me some true fun, and no offense, but this looks like just another ass.”

“But there’s where you’re wrong Yancy, my old chap, this is not just any ol’ ass! This ass is ours to use as we please, and so is their hole and cock! Within limits of course.” You hear a nail tap against the whiteboard, and a few moments of silence follows.

Then your plug is pulled out, discarded as you feel the head of a cock push against your hole and strong hands hold your hips.

“Ours to use as we please, huh?” Yancy speaks, and then his cock is buried to the hilt in one smooth motion. You and Yancy groan in unison, and you clench around him.

“See, there you go, you got the spirit!” You can hear the grin on Wilford’s face, and somehow it’s infectious, even as Yancy starts fucking you in earnest. You try to hold onto the bench you’re laying on so you can push back against him, but it’s hard with the quick pace Yancy sets.

So you end up more or less holding on for dear life as Yancy pumps his cock into you, filling and stretching your hole so nicely. It’s making your head spin and cock throb, and if not for the cock-ring, you would have cum.

Suddenly though, there are another set of hands on your hips, and Yancy slows down his pace.

“What are youse doin?”

“You prepped before leaving home like I told you to, yes?”

“Yeah, but I don’t see why that matter, I’m the one fuckin’, not - FUCK!” Yancy startles forward, his hold on your hips tightening so much that you know it will leave bruises.

“Give a guy some warnin’, would ya?”

“Like the one you gave the ass you’re currently inside of?” Wilford teases, and Yancy huffs.

“That’s different.”

“Oh, how so?”

“They’re just for us to use as we please, youse said it yourself. A hole to be fucked.”

“And aren’t you just for me to use?” Wilford ruts forward, causing Yancy to grind against you with a moan. “Maybe I have half a mind to put you in one of these rooms, you are a good hole, and do have a rather lovely ass after all.”

Before Yancy can answer, Wilford smacks your ass and his in tandem, making Yancy startle and his hips to twitch against you. You curse yourself inside of your own head, because if it weren’t for you putting orgasm denial on your board, you could have cum just listening to the two of them talk like you were just to be used.

And put up like this you certainly are, a fact you remind Yancy of as you clench around his cock, making the man moan. Wilford chuckles, two strong thumbs coming to press down on the dip of your tailbone.

“Feeling good are we?” You’re not sure who he is talking to, but it doesn’t matter as he starts to fuck Yancy, which in turn makes Yancy fuck into you.

It’s so hot, so unbelievably hot, and though the pace isn’t as quick as before, your body feels like it’s on fire.

Arousal flows in an never ending stream through you as you listen to the sounds of Wilford fucking Yancy and Yancy fucking you. It’s wet, almost embarrassingly so, but in the best way that makes your nerves sing.

You don’t know how long it’s kept up for, but with how Yancy’s cock every so often hits your prostate, you’re reduced to whimpers and babbling as Yancy starts warning Wilford he’s about to come.

“Good, cum. Cum and fill this nice little hole up like they deserve, and I will fill you up like you deserve.” You hear Yancy keen, and then he’s filling you up, his cum mixing with the man from your first encounter. Wilford doesn’t feel far behind, as just a few thrusts later Yancy stills completely inside of you, and Wilford groans loudly.

A few breathless minutes as nobody moves, then you’re empty for a moment before the plug is filling you up again. You whine, wiggling your hips, but they are stilled with strong hands as you feel two more lines being drawn on your ass cheek.

“Not quite yet, but soon you’ll get to, hole.” Wilford knows exactly what you want, but doesn’t give it to you, just delivering a last smack to your ass before he and Yancy leaves.

------

Again, you’re not left alone for long, and as the door opens this time, you’re greeted with someone whistling a melody that you don’t recognize.

What is familiar however, is the long whistle the man lets out as the door closes and he looks at you.

“Well, aren’t you a sight?” You wiggle your hips, words no longer important. It seems to get the message across though, as two calloused hands spread your cheeks, massaging them.

“Such a good looking mess.....” A thumb brushes against the base of your plug, pushing against it, your hips rutting against nothing at the action.

“Well, better get you cleaned up.” You hear movement behind you, and seconds later there is a tongue licking over your ass. You gasp, not at all expecting that. A deep chuckle, and then your plug is removed once more. This time you feel cum start to leak out of you almost immediately, though the tongue of the man behind you is quick to lap it up.

You whimper, your thighs shaking as the tongue works over you, switching between short and quick licks, to broad and slow strokes of his tongue. The tip of it dips inside your hole, and though you try to grind yourself against his face, strong hands prevent you from moving more than what he wants.

As his tongue keeps working you over rather thoroughly, a hand shifts from your hip to your cock, giving a few slow strokes. You almost cry with pleasure, it feels so good, but you can’t cum with the cock ring on.

The tongue licks over every inch of skin he can reach, his hand working in tandem to push your arousal to even higher heights than you thought possible, at least without coming.

Fingers brush against the cock ring, which seems to give him pause. Then with skilled fingers, the cock ring is gone in seconds.

It takes two strokes and one long lick before you spill all over his hand, coming with a loud cry. You think you hear him chuckle, but you can’t really be sure as noise fills your head and white fills your vision for a moment. You’ve never cum so hard on your life, you swear you can see stars dancing around your head, and the fact that he keeps working you over through it only adds to the intensity of it all.

Only when you start to shiver and whimper with oversensitivity does he pull his mouth and hand away, though he doesn’t go far, his cock making its way inside of your ass just seconds later.

You keep whimpering, but he just hushes you, fucking into you at a mercifully slow pace.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, I’m just going to chase my own high this time around.” He keeps his thrusts shallow, almost just grinding against you more than anything. You just lay there, taking it like you were set up to do, moans low and guttural as he drags his cock against sensitive nerves.

By the time he cums, you’re not hard yet, but you’re not far from it, and him filling you up doesn’t deter you at all. If anything, it just pushes your cock that little further along, especially as you feel the fifth line being made on your ass as you’re plugged back up.

“There you go, all nice and presentable... ish.” You hear the grin, and can’t help but smile as you hear him take up the whistling again as he leaves the room.

You push the button to turn your light yellow, grabbing one of the bottles of water on your side of the wall. You lean on your elbows, chugging half before slowing down, drinking the rest at a slower pace.

Taking stock of yourself after drinking, you feel a pleasant amount of full and used, but not quite enough. Feeling a little insatiable, you want more.

So, you put down your now empty bottle, and push the button and turn your light green again, and for the next few minutes you lie and wait for whoever chooses to use you next.

[wurm-food]

First Lines Tag Game!

Rules: list first lines from ten last published fics & tag ten people

Thanks for the tag @some-piece ! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve posted anything, but it was fun to revisit my past works as I’m finding the spark to write again!

What Tomorrow Brings (Shanks x F!Reader)

A tiny, fragile flake of snow landed on the tip of your nose, followed by another, another.

Desire (Angel Devil x AFAB!Reader), [18+]

“What do you want?”

Never Let You Go (Sanji x G/N!Reader)

White hot pain shot through your legs with each excruciating step as fire rapidly devoured everything around you.

After the Smoke Clears (Himeno x G/N!Reader)

You wished you had called out of work.

The Little Things You Do (Sanji x G/N!Reader)

Maybe it was the way that even a passing glance was so intimate with Sanji.

Time Moves Slow (Sabo x G/N!Reader)

Sabo was exhausted. As each of his heavy, weary steps carried him forward to the entrance of the Revolutionary Army’s base, he realized he had been for as long as he could remember.

Songbird (Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader), [18+]

“We love you, Y/N!” “Yeah, that’s our crewmate!” “Someone get her a drink already, she must be dyin’ of thirst!”

Set Ablaze - Part 3 (Sabo x F!Reader), [18+]

“I don’t think we’re going to get any more information out of him tonight,” you whispered into Sabo’s ear.

Sunrise | New Day (Sanji x F!Reader)

Whether you liked it or not, you were awake.

Be Sweet to Me (Sanji x F!Reader)

You held the railing of the Thousand Sunny and closed your eyes, dipping your head back and taking a deep inhale.

Tagging @p00pdev1l @icy-spicy @starblazer124 @downforsanji @slf-nights @holydayaria @benkeibear @theogonies @ctrlwave @arabaka (no pressure though!)

[fawnandshadows]

I posted 2,879 times in 2022

That's 1,254 more posts than 2021!

381 posts created (13%)

2,498 posts reblogged (87%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@nikethestatue

@azriel-shadowsinger

@alwayssara

@sakurakittypeach

@tswaney17

I tagged 974 of my posts in 2022

#elriel - 119 posts

#elain x azriel - 94 posts

#pro elriel - 94 posts

#elain archeron - 92 posts

#azriel - 72 posts

#anon - 57 posts

#fawnandshadows writing - 46 posts

#elriel fanfic - 45 posts

#elriel fanfiction - 44 posts

#hosab spoilers - 30 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#bitches really talk about 3 brothers 3 sisters is unoriginal and then replace elain with gw*n and legit say that gw*n and nesta are like

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I feel like the dilfification and milfifcation of Feysand doesn’t get nearly the praise that it deserves

181 notes - Posted August 26, 2022

#4

Elriel Month Day One

Chapter One

An Elriel Regency AU.

Rating: M, 16/17+

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Language, suggestive scenes, adult content

London, England

1819

Azriel gave a contented sigh as he reached for the lush body next to his, which was pressed deliciously into his side. 

His scarred hand settled on the curve of her hip, his fingers gently tracing hearts on the soft skin and then dipped to the rounded curve of her bottom, gently molding the warm flesh. 

“I should go,” Elain said sleepily, nestling closer into his side. One leg was thrown over his naked hips while her arm wrapped over his muscled torso, as if she was afraid he would sneak out from under her. She was splayed over him completely, their sweaty bodies pressing together as closely as possible, and Azriel felt his heart stutter at the knowledge that she loved touching him just as much as he loved touching her. “Before everyone gets back.” 

The golden sun streamed through the window overlooking the blooming garden, and Azriel never felt quite as content than when he had Elain laying next to him, in his arms. There were countless days where Azriel had looked out that very window to see Elain tending to her flowers, a large hat blocking the sun, completely unaware of the world surrounding her. The little rays of gold played off of her creamy skin in the most tempting way. There were days where the only peace he'd known was looking at her in her garden.

He felt himself harden again. Stirring against her wet core where their bodies met. Little indentations appeared on her soft flesh from where his fingers dipped into her skin, pressing their bodies closer together. 

Never enough — Azriel would never have enough of her.

A soft, heady moan came from deep within Elain as she felt his hot length against her. 

“They will be here any minute,” Elain said in a breathless voice, her golden brown eyes peering up at him as she raised her head. Her hair mused from their afternoon lovemaking. “And I have to get ready for tonight.” 

Azriel felt his heart drop at the reminder

Tonight. Her engagement ball. To Lucien.

Her fingers played with the dusting of hair on his chest, the diamond ring she wore caught the afternoon glow — glimmering brightly, like its own ray of sunlight. Azriel felt the sudden longing for midnight and darkness and shadows. 

“Will you,” Azriel started, and stopped at the sudden tightening in his throat. He forcefully swallowed his emotions. “Will you come to me tonight?” 

Elain lifted herself, her arms propped on either side of his chest, and Azriel tried not to stare at the lovely breasts that were so gloriously displayed: pink pebbled nipples and delicate lines of blue and purple veins. If Azriel had any talent with a brush he would have painted them in all of their beauty. Her golden curls fell forward and brushed against his chest. 

“Of course,” Elain said gently, nibbling on her plump lip. “I think I’ll cry off with a headache, the same one that got me out of the ride today,” She leaned closer to him, close enough to see the gold in his hazel eyes turn molten. “And I’ll be right here waiting for you, just like this,” Azriel brought his hand up to the backs of her thighs which were straddling him, his fingers lightly grazing against her until small goosebumps spread across her creamy expanse of skin. “Completely,” She dropped a kiss to his mouth, and Azriel felt himself melting at the small brush of her lips. “Naked.” 

She kissed him again, the warmth of her tongue sliding along the seam of his mouth. 

Azriel brought his hands up to her hips to grind his hardness into her wet heat. He was preparing to thrust into her when the sound of a door opening and the rushing of voices and echoes of steps broke them apart. 

Elain had instantly jumped up, slipping into her silk robe and she fastened it as she pressed her ear to the door. 

The dusky pink silk clung to her form beautifully, and it almost made up for the fact her plush body wasn’t pressed against his anymore. 

Worried brown eyes shot to his in an apology, and Elain whispered, “I’ll save you a waltz,” before flying out the door. The heavy oak closed softly behind her. 

Azriel was left alone in an empty bed with rapidly cooling sheets, the hazy smell of sex still in the air, and the creeping sensation of loneliness. He allowed himself exactly sixty seconds to sulk over the fact that he had to start dressing for his love's engagement ball, and willed himself the strength to not ruin the night by doing something idiotic. Like confessing his love in the middle of a crowded ballroom, or calling out Lucien for doing nothing but proposing when he was out of the country. 

———

“Would you like the emerald necklace tonight?” Nuala asked, her dark hands holding out the velvet case for her. The Vanserra emerald was legendary among the ton, and Lucien had gifted it to her a week after he had proposed. 

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195 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#3

Do you guys ever wonder about the touches that Elain and Azriel have already shared that we don’t know about?

205 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

#2

A Taste of You — One shot

A sexy little one-shot of Elain and Azriel sneaking around in the townhouse. 

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Language, smut, nsfw, anal play

“Are you sure about this?” Elain asked, peering down to where Azriel’s face peeked out from between the V of her legs. His scarred hands ran up and down the length of her thighs, the rough calluses on the softness of her skin sent shivers up her spine, and her feet were propped up on his broad shoulders.

She was careful to avoid his wings.

His hazel eyes were molten and she could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over the wetness of her cunt. She bit her lip at the image of his beautiful face between her thighs.

If she was with anyone else, then she would have been horrified at the little drop of wetness that fell onto his chin.

“I’ve dreamed about this, Lainy,” Azriel said, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Now grip the headboard and hold on tight,” She did as she was told, gripping the cool wooden slats to find balance. “Good girl, now slide forward and relax.”

His nickname for her caused her insides to melt. His good girl.

It was a surprise for both of them to find out about her praise kink, and how much they both liked it. The first time she took his cock into her mouth he had called her his good girl and Elain was determined to prove him right. She knew that he had previous lovers, but she was the only one that got to be his good girl.

Elain followed his instructions, sliding until she was hovering right above his lips, but she didn’t relax until Azriel gripped her ass and pulled her down. His tongue traced along the seam of her lips, the grating groan that came from deep within his throat as he tasted her reverberated through her body. Her head lulled back and her eyes fell shut and his tongued work along the length of her opening, his leisurely pace diminishing with every lick.

Azriel was an attentive lover, generous, and whenever he got his face between her legs he feasted. As if the elixir of life was pouring out of her and he needed every drop.

His fingers pressed deeper into her cheek as he urged her to move against his face.

Elain looked down, her fingers white-knuckling the headboard, and saw that Azriel had closed his eyes. A small divot appeared between his dark brows as he worked his tongue over her hot cunt, teasing her entrance by skimming his tongue along it.

Her hips slowly swiveled against his face, trying not to put too much weight on him, but Azriel pulled her down. Tightly. His eyes peered open to reveal heady gold shimmering in his eyes and Elain responded by rocking back and forth, gaining momentum. And Azriel rewarded her by thrusting his tongue in and out of her tight entrance.

Elain felt her walls clench in response.

The headboard started hitting the wall with a steady thumping.

“Can your good girl come?” Elain asked, peering down at him as her golden hair clung to her sweaty form. Her hips grinding into his face, trying to bring herself closer and closer to release.

His response was to bring his hand forward and flick her clit. Elain let out a strangled scream at the sharp sting, which turned into flustered mewls as Azriel moved his tongue to massage her aching bundle.

“Please, Azriel,” Elain pleaded, fire spreading through her flushing skin. “Your good girl needs to come.”

His eyes darkened in response as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Hard.

Elain could feel the wetness pouring through her as her orgasm ripped through her. His fingers dug deeper into ass cheeks, Elain vaguely realized that she would have bruises tomorrow, brought her even closer as she rode out her release against his mouth.

When Azriel finished lapping at her juices, thoroughly and attentively, he pulled away with a rough breath. Elain wasn’t sure how she didn’t come again from that sight alone: Azriel breathless and panting as his face was smeared with her release.

The grip on her ass cheeks slackened, and Azriel massaged them gently, aware of how hard he had held her.

“Did you like riding my face?” Azriel asked in a graveling voice.

“Yes,” Elain responded, smiling shyly. “You treat me so well.”

Azriel shifted them, maneuvering them so that Elain sat on his lap while he sat up completely, his back against the headboard. His cock snuggly set between the puffy lips of her pussy as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Azriel could feel more wetness pool from her core as Elain tasted herself on his lips, and Elain could feel his cock twist in response.

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226 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A Night to Remember

Summary: A stranger takes Ruhn and Hunt to her house for the night. This fic is also available on AO3

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, anal, mfm

Word Count: 5.6k 

It had been a long time since Hunt was a part of a threesome.

He always gave his lovers his undivided attention, and the curvy female spread out before him and Ruhn was getting more than enough attention. Ruhns dark head was between her legs, and Hunt had the sneaking suspicion that he was putting his lip ring to good use.

Hunt's attention, however, was focused on her heavy breasts. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them from the moment she had strutted up to him and Ruhn at the bar and introduced herself as…. Something. He had affectionately been referring to her as Tits in his brain.

His large palms pushed both of her breasts together, her dusky pink nipples pebbled in the air, and ran his tongue over the peaks. The edge of his teeth grazed against her nipple and pulled a delectable, smoky moan from her throat, and Hunt tightened his grip in response and silently reveled in the fullness of her breasts. The softness. They overflowed in his grasp, something that never happened, and Hunt knew when he set eyes on her perfect tits that he wanted to get his cock between them.

He almost fucking salivated over them at the bar.

It didn’t take much for her to get him and Ruhn buck naked and in her bed. All she had to do was bat those doe eyes at them, sway her full hips, and push her breasts their way and he and Ruhn followed her home, no questions asked.  

He took one of her large nipples into his mouth and sucked, pulling it taunt. Gently massaging her massive tits between his hands, fuck what he wouldn’t give to oil them up and see them glisten. Maybe if he was lucky, then she’d let him come on them. His cock twitched at the thought of seeing his come her tits. He wanted her small hands to rub his come into her skin.

Hunt pulled away, felt a tightening deep in his stomach at seeing her pink nipple turn bright red and covered in his spit like a ripened cherry, and turned his attention to her other nipple.

“Yes.” She whispered, and Hunt felt her jerk beneath him. He peered up at her and saw that her dark brown eyes were clenched tight, her golden hair spread out on her silk pillowcase. Her pretty pink mouth fell open in a silent ‘oh’.

And Hunt, knowing she was close to coming, bit down slightly on her nipple, just enough to cause a sting before soothing it with his tongue.

Her come tasted so sweet, Ruhn thought in a frenzy, lapping up the juices that were gushing out of her.

His hands were gripping her fleshy thighs, holding tight as she squirmed underneath his hold, and he used his tongue to coax out her orgasm, making it last for as long as possible before finally coming up for air.

Fuck.

Her pussy was pretty.

Clean shaven and soft and glistening with her release.

Ruhn brought his hand up and used two fingers to play with the juices that were pouring out of her still, he could only imagine how messy her cunt will be once he and Hunt were finished with it. All of their come mingling together on such a pretty little canvas, fuck it was going to be swollen when they were done with it.

His fingers moved back and forth, collecting her wetness, and he slowly started to finger fuck her. The two fingers pushing her open looked massive compared to her entrance, quivering around his fingers, and he something burned deep within as he thought of how fucking big his cock will look driving in and out of her. The puffy pink lips hugging his angry cock.

He was… well endowed.

Many of his past lovers had made him aware of that fact, and there were a couple in the past that couldn’t take all of him. But this little vixen, she could. There was just something about her, maybe it was the confidence she had as she strutted up to him and Hunt at the bar, that made Ruhn certain she could handle whatever he and Hunt wanted to do.

Ruhn silently hoped that he and Hunt could handle whatever she wanted to do with them.  

Fuck, her dark brown eyes were romantic as hell and he wanted to see them as he pushed his cock into her.

Ruhn looked up and didn’t see those eyes, or even her beautiful breasts, all he saw Hunt’s ass thrusting back and forth, his muscled legs straddling her, and Ruhn knew he was fucking the hell out of her pillowy tits.

The gray feathers of Hunt’s wings ruffled slightly at the movement.

So, Ruhn crawled up the bed and settled against the headboard, his fingers brushing her golden hair off of her face.

Her brown eyes gazed up at him under heavy lids, molten and dark and beautiful.

Ruhn couldn’t stop himself from kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips, and getting lost in the sensual kiss. His large hand came up and rested on slender throat, feeling her heart thrumming against his rough palm, and he angled her to get better access. He wanted his tongue to taste every crevice: Her pussy, her mouth, her ass. Everywhere.

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245 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

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[littleharpethcrossfit]

Thursday,  16  June,  2022........ Warmup......Power Cleans...... 20 Minute AMRAP.

Lordy it was hot.  Even under our Big Ass trees it was over 90 degrees.

Warmup:

4 Rounds     All With Bands

10  Parallel Bar Dips

10  Overhead Squats

Strength WOD:

Power Cleans:            2 Reps EMOM  X  10 Minutes

Gradually Increase Weight          Last 3 Sets All The Same

Shane/Chase=245     WG/Aiden=215     Robert=185     Timmy=175     Elisa/Susan=105     Coach=95     Joe/Sue=85     Shannon=80     Herb=155     Dana=135      Linda/Chris B=did it    

Metabolic Conditioner:

 20 Minute AMRAP

Score:     Total Reps Of The EXERCISES

NOTE:     

Everyone must use each of the 3 different machines at least once.

Run 200 / Row=Ski 250 / Bike Erg 500m

12  PERFECT Pushups

Run 200 / Row=Ski 250 / Bike Erg 500m

12 American  K.B.S.       ( 53 / 35 )    WG=156

Warren G/Shane=156     Dana=144     Herb/Chase/Robert/Timmy=132     Elisa/Chris B/coach/Aiden/Sue/Susan=120     Shannon=108     Linda=96     Joe=84     

Note:

A wine tasting followed the workout.  Bring some snacks.  If Warren G comes we’ll drink a toast to him.  It’s his 41st birthday.  Alas, there was no cake and WG had to leave early to attend multiple commitments.  We had plenty of wine and old Joe had to assist me to my back door.

The new girl was Susan.  Somehow Elisa knew her and brought.  Susan is an Iron-Triber and lives nearby.  Susan seemed to be an unusually good sport.  She tolerated the “coaching” and stayed around for a sip of pink wine.  Naturally, she got a Tshirt and an extravagantly offered lifetime membership.  I hope she only pays on a monthly basis at ITF so she might consider returning here soon.

Our Son Chris did a Crossfit workout with me today at the Barn.  It was his idea.  Probably the first since 2002, or maybe never.  SSSHHH !!  Don’t say anything.  Hopefully it will happen again.  Somehow I think since Sister Esther is doing Crossfit in Nolensville,  this incited a touch of sibling rivalry. 

Chris’s sweet Pit=bull Belle harvested 4 (FOUR) moles in about 90 minutes, all in the immediate vicinity of the Barn today.  Chris will consider loaning Belle out to responsible property owners for $100 per 1/2 day.  Belle gets to eat what she catches, but she will show them to you first for confirmation.      

Roberts Dad BOBO passed overnight.  Please see the previous post.  We had a toast to BOBO around the wine tasting table.  Robert spontaneously offered to participate in a future toast.  I warned him against it.  IYKYK.

Rachel, Sabrina, and now Susan.  We keep attracting very likely looking new members, but for some reason they don’t return for long.  There must be something you guys are doing to scare them off.  It can’t be me, I’m just the harmless old coach who is admiring their natural athleticism.  Free TShirts, free beer.  What else could they want?

Big Shane was asked to return a Hava-Heart animal trap he borrowed.  He has been trapping O=possums and returning them to the Arboretum.  Not related except on an overcrowding basis, I now have a family of Armadillos that have set up housekeeping under the very decks where you do situps at the Barn. I hope to catch them and release them up on Snob Hill.  BTW, did you know that Armadillos are the natural reservoir for leprosy?  You’ll be safe as long as you don’t make a pet of them or do situps directly overhead.  

Saturday the oldies convene at 0730.  Old Joe is non longer invited since he has AB’S visible in a recent group picture.

Saturday everyone else is invited to attend at 0930.  Especially Rachel/Sabrina/and Susan.                 

[helloprettybb]

tension

i had a dream where i almost kissed my best friend and i don’t think i have a crush on him but idkkkk. reader and peter are both in college and over 18. also, this was supposed to be a sweet little fic but then it got too hot and now it’s full blown smut. whoops. also, my computer is broken so i had to post this from my phone so that’s why there’s no page break lol

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

description: you’ve had a crush on peter since you were kids, but it may not be as one-sided as you think.

warnings: cursing, general fluff, descriptive kissing??, pool sex, oral, SMUT

word count: 2.1k

Things between you and Peter have been different lately. You two have always been close but ever since the start of the summer, you and Peter have been spending more and more time together. Whether it was Peter sneaking in through your window late at night just to hang out or facetiming till 3 am, the two of you have changed your friendship. It makes you wonder if he wants to be more than friends, something you’ve wanted for years. But then you tell yourself to not get your hopes up and look for something that isn’t there.

It was a normal night at the Compound. You had the place to yourselves since your dad and the team were on a mission. They had Peter stay home for some unknown reason, but for once, he didn’t complain. It made you think he’d rather stay with you than go on a mission, but you dismissed that ridiculous thought.

“That makes no sense!” you exclaim as you point at the tv.

You’ve never been so close to Peter. Currently, you’re at his side as his left arm caresses the side of your arm and occasionally dips down to your waist. Eventually, he settles his arm around you and holds you by his side. You rest your head against him as you watch the movie, but you don’t care about the plot inconsistencies anymore now that you’re cuddling with Peter.

You look up at Peter and see that he’s looking at you back. You can’t help but look down at his lips and he does the same to yours. You feel your heart flutter in your chest and you’re pretty sure that Peter can hear how fast it’s beating. Peter leans closer and you close your eyes, but before anything could happen, you hear F.R.I.D.A.Y go off. You and Peter jump back immediately.

“Miss Stark, your father would like me to tell you that they will be arriving in thirty minutes.”

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you say. Glancing at Peter, you think he looks disappointed. You really wanted to kiss him, but you feel like the mood was killed. “I think I’m going to head up,” You tell him.

“I’ll do that, too.” Peter says. The two of you get up and walk in silence towards the sleeping quarters. You step into the elevator but before you could press any buttons, Peter asks, “Do you want to go up to the pool?” His face looks innocent, but his words imply anything but.

“Sure,” you reply, finding it hard to say anything more. He presses the button to the top level and the two of you ride up in silence. You stare down at your shoes as Peter looks up at the ceiling. The elevator finally stops and you step out. Stepping outside, you walk toward the pool and Peter slides the door closed behind you. The outside lights shine enough light for you to see Peter’s beautiful face.

You take a seat at the edge of the pool and dip your feet in. Peter sits besides you and does the same. “Tonight was fun,” you say, hating the heavy silence.

“Yeah,” Peter agrees, “I can’t believe you picked that movie,”

“Hey! Betty said it was good,” you say.

“Whatever,” Peter says and you laugh. After your laughter dies down, silence fills the air again.

“I know you like going on missions and all, but I’m glad you stayed back,” you tell him.

“Yeah, well Spiderman deserves a break every once in a while.” He adds, “Besides, I wouldn’t miss spending time with you,” Peter’s hand is on the back of his neck and he averts his eyes.

You don’t know how to respond, so you smile and look down to avoid eye contact. You hate being in intimate situations like this, especially with Peter. Your friendship with Peter, while close, has always been lowkey and casual. The most serious the two of you have been was after a very injured Peter came to your window after fighting the Lizard.

“I’m going to move closer,” he says like he’s joking, but you really hope he isn’t. You watch as he scoots closer to you and lessens the already small gap between the two of you.

You try not to stare at his lips too much. You don’t want to come off too desperate especially if you’re misreading everything. But as you look into his eyes, you can’t help but assume he has the same idea as you.

Peter’s laugh quiets and you can feel the mood shift. It’s as if the air around you is forcing the two of you together. The longing atmosphere is so heavy that it clouds your head and suddenly, you don’t care that your dad will be coming home any minute.

Fuck this tension. You ask, “Can I kiss you?” He doesn’t say anything, but his eager nod shows you how bad he wants it, too. Even though you’re the one who asked to kiss him, Peter initiates the kiss when he moves his hand to the side of your face and pulls you toward him.

Your lips connect and your nerves dissipate. The tension lifts as you and Peter kiss. Once the initial sensation dies down, the realization that you are kissing Peter freaking Parker. On the lips! You try not to freak out that you’re kissing the boy you’ve had a crush on for years, but you can’t hold back the small smile that forms.

You pull apart and you see that he’s smiling, too. You start to laugh as your head falls onto his shoulder. “I can’t believe we did that,” you mumble into his shirt. Peter laughs as he runs his hand up and down your back.

“Do you regret it?” he jokes, but you can hear a hint of insecurity. You pull away quickly and look at him.

“Of course, I don’t regret it.” You run your hands through your hair, a nervous tick that Peter knows you’ve had since you were a kid. “Peter, I’ve liked you for so fucking long.”

Peter smiles and replies, “I like you, too.” You’ve never been so happy. You move to kiss Peter again as your left hand settles under his chin. You lightly caress his jawline with your thumb and he groans quietly. Hearing that beautiful sound, an idea forms in your head. You separate a little and kiss down to his jawline. You place a light kiss on the back corner of his jaw and he sighs.

Moving down to his neck, you start sucking and biting gently. After leaving a couple hickeys, you feel Peter tap the bottom of your chin, signaling for you to kiss his lips again. You move back up to his lips and he begins sucking on your bottom lip as his hands card through your hair.

Kissing Peter is better than you’ve ever dreamed. His soft lips against yours feel like heaven and fuck, is he a good kisser. Peter separates for air and you open your eyes for the first time in what felt like forever. His eyes are lust-blown and you think that yours probably look the same. Before he can speak, your desperation takes over and you bring him back into a kiss.

Peter’s hands are all over you; his restraint finally breaking. He moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt. He plays with the hem at the bottom before you pull away to let him take it off. He takes his own off before connecting your lips again. He grabs your tits over your bra and you moan. You remove your bra for him and he throws it somewhere.

You unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. You pull away and whisper, “Would you like to go for a swim?” Peter nods eagerly and you laugh lightly. You strip off your pants and panties as Peter takes off his pants and boxers.

He hops in first and just as you’re about to join him, Peter says, “Wait!” You look at him confused as he moves in between your legs. He kisses up your thighs and you moan as you realize what’s about to happen. After what felt like forever, he finally reaches your pussy and plants a light kiss on your clit.

He quickly drops the coy act as he slowly licks up your pussy. You grab his hair as he starts eating you out. You’ve had other boys eat you out, but never this good. Your legs start to close around his head, but Peter keeps them apart with his two large hands on the insides of your thigh. All you can do is arch your back and moan loudly as Peter works his magic.

“P-peter,” you can’t say anything other than his name as you cum on his tongue. He rides you through it, lapping your juices up. You’re breathing hard as you come down from your high. You look down at Peter with his shit-eating grin.

“C’mere,” he says. You slide down into the pool and wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel his hard dick against your thigh. You already miss his lips as you kiss him again. You can taste yourself on him and you moan.

“Can you please fuck me, Peter?” you ask, not caring how desperate you sound. Peter smiles as he jerks himself a couple times before lining up with you. He starts to push in as he holds you up with the other hand. Sometimes you forget how strong he is and it only turns you on even more.

He’s so big inside you and your jaw drops at the feel of him. Peter groans and mutters, “Fuck ________, so tight. Love this tight fuckin’ pussy.” He starts to thrust into you slowly and you pull him towards you. Your head is thrown back as he fucks into you. It feels so good, but you want more.

“F-faster, Peter. Fuck me harder.” you moan and he obliges. He grabs your hips with both hands and slams into you. You’re probably way too loud, but you don’t give a shit as Peter’s dick pounds you into oblivion.

Peter’s equally as loud as he grunts and curses into your chest. He separates from you slightly and the two of you make eye contact. You start to look away again but he says, “No, look at me. Wanna see that pretty face as I’m destroying your pussy.” You moan loudly as you maintain eye contact. He smiles that boyish smile and you remember just who you’re hooking up with.

“I can’t believe,” you struggle to speak, “I’m fucking my best friend.”

Peter laughs, “I’m sure as hell more than that.”

You laugh, too which turns into a moan as his hand moves to your clit. You can feel yourself getting close. Between his hard thrusts and the circles he’s making on your clit, you don’t know how much longer you can last before cumming. “You’re mine, ______. Say you’re fucking mine.” He says possessively.

“I’m yours, Pete. All yours.” you moan out as the dam breaks and you gush around him. He must feel the tightening around his cock as he groans loudly. “S-shit. You’re gonna make me cum.” Peter gives a few more hard thrusts before cumming inside you.

You can feel the warmth spread inside you and you smile. The both of you look at each other as you catch your breaths. Peter is the first one to speak and says, “That was really good.”

You laugh and say, “Yeah, it was.” You kiss him and he kisses back. When you pull away, you realize something. “Um, Peter.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

“You’re still inside me.” He looks down at where you’re connected.

“I guess I am.” He smirks and says, “And it also seems like… I’m still hard,”

“Hm, it seems like you are,” you say coyly back. “Well, we can’t not take care of it.”

-

“F.R.I.D.A.Y where is my daughter and Spider-boy?” Tony calls.

“They are on the top floor, sir.”

“Top floor? What would they be doing by the pool this late.” he says.

“Sir, I don’t recommend that you go up at this time,” F.R.I.D.A.Y advises.

“Why not?” he asks, but he thinks he already knows.

“Miss Stark and Mr. Parker are having intimate contact with each other.”

“Intimate contact? You know what, F.R.I.D.A.Y. I don’t need to know. Just remind me to have the pool cleaned tomorrow.”