#k: it sounds positively devious i love it.

[vampirecatboy]

it's actually really apt that i add Kilian to the whole Aja/Weiss extended universe of lovers because i did decide that Kilian's family had a chalet in the swiss alps, and Kilian speaks german in addition to french, then Weiss is french on their mom's side so they speak french in addition to german

the two of them can have entire conversations in front of Aja without him understanding a word, so they can plot while he gets all huffy and pouty

[heauxvibez]

He Talks You Through It Again..

Warning: Smut (18+)

"I know, mama. I know.."

He murmured reassuringly, his fingers carefully drawing light, teasing circles on your sensitive clit. His touch caused soft whimpers of his name to spill from your parted, plump lips while his plump lips soothed your hot skin with wet kisses.

You nestled comfortably between his legs, your back snug against his warm, bare chest while he leaned against the headboard. With your head gently resting against his right shoulder blade, a rush of euphoric shivers cascaded through your entire body. His left hand gently settled on the curve of your left knee, and his thumb began tracing tender strokes along the surface. In the mirror attached to the dresser thoughtfully positioned in front of the bed, designed for moments like these, he couldn't resist watching the tender expressions on your face.

"That's it, baby. Keep em' open just like that.."

Your legs were spread open just like he wanted, with easy access to the sweet lips he enjoyed drinking the nectar from. Those silky, wet brown folds wrapped around his finger as he teasingly slid up and down your slit.

"You always keep this shit so wet for daddy.."

He spoke in that smooth, resonant baritone voice that always made your heart skip a beat. His lips moved with a mesmerizing precision, his well-groomed beard brushing against your skin with gentle strokes. His ears perked up at the sounds of your pretty moans he cherished deeply. The room seemed to vibrate with those moans blending harmoniously with the seductive whispers he breathed into your ear.

"Soundin' so beautiful,"

He couldn't help but let out a breathy moan himself as the warmth of your walls sucked his fingers in like a trap. Once again, you felt your pussy naturally conforming to his touch, as if every inch of your being was made to fit the shape and movement of his fingers. Your body always welcomed him effortlessly, his touch bringing a wave of relaxation that spread through you like a soothing balm. You felt safe and comfortable in his presence, and your body mirrored that by the way it responded to his embrace.

"Damn baby, you don't know what you're doin' to me.."

The way he melted into you left him feeling weak more than you could imagine. His body shivered listening to the soft gasps from you. As much as you were being pleasured, he found himself lost in his own euphoric cloud. The heat and wetness that enveloped his fingers made him let out his own gasps and moans, the sound mingling with yours. He was captivated by the sight of your pleasure, which only amplified his own. Watching you slowly lose yourself, feeling your walls pulse around him, hearing your voice fill the air. It gave him that fluttery feeling in his stomach and chest and was almost enough to bring him close to release.

"You hear that? That's that pussy beggin' for me to make it nut."

"Please," you pleaded, your voice a quivering whisper as his fingers kept grazing that perfect spot causing your breath to hitch and your body to arch involuntarily. His fingers played you like a finely tuned instrument, and the gushy sounds echoed through the room creating a wet symphony.

"Mmm, I love to hear you beg for me too.."

You could practically hear his lips curve into that devious smile before he pressed an open mouth kiss under your ear. His tongue could not help but trace a path from that spot and trace the outer shell of your ear. His dark brown eyes flickered up towards the mirror while he did so. Your lips parted slightly letting out a light gasp.

"Please what?"

The slick sound your pussy made was not as loud as the silence that hung heavily from you. How could he expect you to talk when his touch left you breathless, your mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure? He arched an eyebrow at your silence. Nothing vexed him more than feeling as though he was speaking to himself when his words were meant for you.

"Talk to me baby, I'm listenin'.."

"You k-keep hittin' my spot, I f-feel like I'm go-gonna pee…" you stammered. The stroke of his fingers made it nearly impossible to form coherent words. Your right hand instinctively reached down to grasp his and your left hand found his thigh, muscles taut and sculpted beneath your touch. You struggled to stay in control, your fingers shaking as you balance between holding on tight and giving in. It was the best you could do since running wasn't an option. You knew from his threat during your last session he would only find a way to push his fingers deeper into your soul.

"Mmm, but that's what I want, my love.."

He placed another soft kiss on your ear. His pointer finger gently cradled the bottom of your left cheek, with his pinky mirroring the action on the right. His middle and ring fingers, however, delved deeply into you. Those fingers began to curve gently, creating a subtle, teasing motion that caused heat to pool within you. After a few delicate movements, he suddenly shifted to a more vigorous rhythm, shaking his fingers up and down earning loud moans from you. His left arm encircled your torso firmly, holding you securely in place as your back arched against him once more. The strength of his grip against your soft skin grounded you making you surrender to him.

"Right here?" he questioned rhetorically, his voice a low murmur.

"Fuuuuccckkkkk.." You squirmed in his hold, unable to stay still as the pleasure overtook you. Your grip on his thigh tightened, while your grasp on his right hand became increasingly erratic, slipping and fumbling in response to the pace of his fingers.

"Ain't nowhere to go baby, I gotchu. Just let it go, let daddy have that nut.."

As if his voice wielded an irresistible command over your body, a rush of juices flowed naturally, coating his hand and dripping onto the sheets below. His fingers continued their wild, relentless movements, each stroke intensifying the sensations and sending your pleasure spiraling to new heights.

"Mmm, there you go baby. That's it.."

"Oh my fucking God,' You whimpered breathlessly, your brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. Your gaze was locked downward, almost hypnotized by the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of you with relentless rhythm. He fucked you through your nut with no mercy.

"Fuck, look at that shit. You see that baby?"

He watched with you, his eyes tracing every contour of your flushed skin as the palm of his hand filled with your essence, droplets spilling onto the smooth, satin black sheets below. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, silently urging him to continue.

"Look up and look at me,"

He demanded, his voice carrying an edge that left no room for disobedience.

You closed your eyes tightly, a reflexive attempt to evade his command, and shook your head 'no' with determination. You simply couldn't bring yourself to listen; your body felt too weak, too consumed by the way he twisted and turned your insides.

His hand found its way to your jaw, its touch gentle yet firm as it lifted your chin, compelling your gaze to meet his reflected image in the mirror. Despite your reluctance, his stare drew you in, holding you hostage under his eyes.

"Daddy needs you to nut until there's nothing left, you understand?"

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I would simply pass away in his arms if he did this to me..

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[weebsinstash]

I'm not typically a fan of pregnancy au stuff for hazbin because it introduces a hell lotta new questions, but anyways, I DO find it absolutely entertaining thinking about a Reader who did the nasty with Alastor and had kind of a friends-with-benefits situation with him and he does his whole 7 year disappearing act without warning you or telling you anything at all (assumedly because he did not have a choice or opportunity) and he comes back, knocking on your front door, "say, doll! What's say we mosey on over to our old favorite jazz club to catch up on old times?"

and suddenly peeking out from behind your back is just the cutest little fawn with a head full of curls who is very clearly Alastor's son, clutching at your apron, "Mama, isn't he the man you listen to those old recordings of? He sounds the same"

Alastor feeling this, this WARMTH in his chest as you invite him inside your home and it's completely different from the last time he was there, filled with everything your son could need, his drawings and report cards from that nice school you break your back to afford stuck lovingly on the fridge and a hot home-cooked meal currently cooling on the stove as Alastor's invited for some food... if he feels comfortable. You and him discuss privately where your son can't hear as you get all weepy, "I'm sorry, but when you disappeared, I couldn't... ASK you what you would have wanted... I didn't want to have some kind of, of PROCEDURE and you hate me for it... and even from the very first scan, I loved him so much... he's my entire world... I couldn't even CONSIDER... getting rid of him. He's my beautiful smart baby boy and i would die for him"

Genuinely I think it would be real funny if Alastor is initially quite jealous actually for having to share you with a CHILD, but the more time he spends around the young boy, the more he realizes, oh, this is quite the upstanding young fellow! His mama raised him right and he likes to help around the house, likes to read lots of books, loves all kinds of music, helps his mother on all the crosswords and word searches and puzzle books, and he's smart enough to suss out pretty quickly, "sir are you my father"

and the second your son receives an answer, just, KICKING THE RADIO DEMON IN THE SHIN, "You're a horrible man!! You call yourself a gentleman but you left my mama to raise a baby all by herself!! You're terrible! Incorrigible! Disrespectful! Untoward!--" Your young son is breaking out the goddamn dictionary and synonyms on this man, "you lying, deceitful, devious, DEPLORABLE--"

And Alastor is watching this little kid threaten to beat his ass and not even caring that he's up against The Infamous Radio Demon, just shouting at Alastor until the young boy is absolutely changing colors in the face, getting SO SO upset for his mama that he's ready to FIGHT OVER IT, and Alastor is just, essentially, breaking out into laughter, "oh, so you ARE my son!! Aren't you a gutsy one!! Put JUST a little force behind that next one and it might actually sting a bit!" and pats the boy on the head. That settles it; he's accepted as Alastor's son like THAT

Of course, Alastor now caring for this boy does not come without its... complications. There might be some 'incidents' if you, for example, have other positive role models for your son, other men who are regularly coming around, making Alastor's new position as the boy's father and your not-quite-husband (yet) feel threatened and unstable and encouraging the Radio Demon to 'act out'. You're so happy to have Alastor back in your life that you don't even notice things are a little off until your son starts mentioning things like "Mama where did Mr Thomas go? He used to come by every Thursday to play chess but I don't remember seeing him for a while?" "Mama I know Benson has bullied me and pushed me down and stolen my things but I saw his mom crying outside the bookstore earlier saying he's gone missing and I think we should help look for him" "Mama I know Mr Alastor said we don't need her and he can teach me but I also like my old piano teacher. Could I have some lessons with her and some with Mr Alastor instead of just all of them with him? I miss Ms. Mason"

But like... you don't want to deny Alastor a relationship with his child after they both have already lost so much time and you don't want to deprive your son of his father without a good reason, so you stifle some of your suspicions. It's all for your son's sake, isn't it? And you can't help but, get a little selfish when Alastor insists on taking you and your boy out, going to see live bands, going to local events, taking your son to the county fair and you feeling tears in your eyes as, your boy finally gets to spend time with his father. It's like... it's like you're a real family... you've always wanted something like this, for him, for them, for yourself--

But... Alastor doesn't... see you THAT way, does he? He displays his emotions much differently than you, and there were even times in the past where Alastor himself drew the line in the sand that, oh yes you two were quite close friends, he has such a deep affection for you, but... romantically? Sorry, sweetheart, but no

... or so he thought. Now that he's back, he sees how deeply you love his son and sacrifice so much for him amd how much your son absolutely adores you and how, completely by yourself, without any of Alastor's help, you raised him into a fine young man that... the Radio Demon could see himself helping raise, a boy he can't help but feel a little pride in helping make and, can't help but feel a little sad he missed all sorts of important milestones for. And of course, of course of course of course, he missed YOU ever so much, and when Alastor looks up from his paper to see you at the stove, hair all out of place and your hands messy as you cook a meal for your son and his father, your little boy dutifully helping clean as you go, he can't help wish that THIS was how he spent his last 7 years.

Lucifer have mercy on anyone who tries to disrupt his new utopia of peace and tranquility. Could you even imagine, could you even fucking imagine you and Alastor are walking with your son and nearby TVs snap on and it's fucking Vox, showing your family on TV, talking shit to Alastor, using HORRIBLE language in front of your son--

And Alastor feels his love for you grow all the more as you use your own magic to surge through the television and begin strangling the newscaster right on the air, "DONT YOU DARE SHOW MY SON'S FACE ON TV YOU FUCKING--" and Alastor starts lovingly conversing with his son about how important it is to stand up for your family and your values as the pair of them watch you throw Vox around his recording studio in a frenzied rage, "You and your disgusting Vees always trying to peddle your worthless garbage to kids, you CREEPS!! BABIES DON'T NEED IPADS, RETINOL CREAMS, SKEEYEE DANCE ROUTINES, AND ATHLEISUREWEAR LEGGINGS THAT GO UP THEIR ASS, YOU CONSUMERIST IMMORAL SHELL OF A HUMAN BEING--"

Snapcut to you rejoining your family on the sidewalk with your hair a mess and visible blood on you while Vox is facedown on the floor in his broadcast unable to move before it cuts to a "technical difficulties, please stand by" screen. Alastor is oh so genuinely joyfully smiling, "Now who wants to go and get some waffles? I say we should celebrate any victory over our enemies with some tasty grub!!" and he takes you and your son's hands and is all but skipping down the sidewalk while his hated rival is bleeding out in his tower somewhere. Oh, Alastor will give the Television Demon his own revenge for daring to try and shame the lovely beautiful mother of his child and his beloved boy on that disgusting show. What kind of degenerate uses children for content, let alone threatens their safety? Alastor will be back for him later and do much, MUCH worse than you did.

For now, though? Alastor just wants to enjoy the sight of you and his son sitting in a booth with him while you all scarf down some hotcakes. A family of his very own, huh? How wonderful. If only his own mom were here to see it...

[corey-cumminghams-malewife]

🌹post-michael corey cunningham 18+ alphabet🌹

corey cunningham x gn reader

minors dni

my first piece on tumblr. thought i'd start with one of my top 5 slashers i'm thirsty for.

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a (aftercare)

♡ very attentive

♡ will clean both of you up with a washcloth that's been soaked in warm water

♡ will kiss your forehead and cheek in a soft possessive manner

♡ will bring both of you a small glass of choccy milk before cuddling

b (their favorite body part of theirs and yours)

♡ he loves his hands

♡ there's so much he can do with those large hands of his

♡ fix, create, build, kill, caress, bring pleasure, dominate

♡ the list is endless

♡ his favorite body part on you is your eyes

♡ they convey so much to him when words fail

♡ they show him adoration, love, care, sympathy, empathy, desire, pain, excitement, happiness, vulnerability, submissiveness

♡ he can stare into them forever

c (anything to do with cum)

♡ has to come inside you every time

♡ doesn't care whether its in your mouth or your hole/s

♡ refuses to see his cum lay against the bedding or drying on your skin

♡ must be down your throat or deep inside of you

♡ will push the cum back into your hole/s if it leaks out

♡ if he's feeling particularly depraved he'll eat his own cum out of you

♡ creampies. that is all

d (dirty secret)

♡ his bottom drawer of his dresser is full of underwear that he stole from you

♡ has pieces even from his pre-michael days

♡ lays on his bed with the garments covering his face and jacks himself off while inhaling your scent

♡ will also use your underwear as a cumsock

♡ if he's a switch (post-michael not a sub) will also furiously masturbate with your underwear shoved up his ass

e (how experienced are they)

♡ not very experienced

♡ only fooled around with maybe two people in highschool before sharing a night or two with allyson

♡ pre-michael he was very eager to learn all what allyson and then you could show him

♡ post-michael he knows what he wants and what he wants to experiment with

♡ will not hesitate to try something new with you or to take the lead in the bedroom

♡ the shyness has left him

f (favorite position)

♡ mating press and doggy

♡ wants to be as deep inside of you as possible

g (are they goofy or serious in the moment)

♡ serious for the most part

♡ corey is obsessed and extremely possessive over you

♡ sex is one of the most important and prominent ways he can take ownership of you and join with you in a near spiritual way

♡ so lightheartedness and being goofy in the bedroom is not high on the agenda

h (how well groomed are they)

♡ leaves himself natural aside from some minor trimming maintenance

i (intimacy, how are they during the moment)

♡ corey is overwhelmingly intense and passionate during sex

♡ he doesn't take sex with you lightly and it shows

♡ other times he is brutally rough and dominating. animalistic even.

♡ you are left with hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratch marks and aches

j (jacking off, their views on masturbation)

♡ corey is always lusting after you

♡ so if you can't see each other for a while he has no qualms about jacking off to thoughts, photos and even videos of you. let's also not forget about your underwear.

k (one or more kinks)

♡ corey has quite a few kinks

♡ breeding, somnophilia, bdsm, ddlg/b, knife play, blood play, public sex, fisting, choking you, sounding, dacryphilia, c&b torture, praise and degradation and a few more he's yet to express to you

l (favorite locations to do it)

♡ the bed

♡ shower

♡ kitchen counter

♡ movie theatre

♡ you bent over his motorcycle whether in his garage at home or at the auto shop

m (motivation, what gets them going)

♡ just the mere initial sight of you os enough for corey to be straining in his jeans

♡ when your clothes pull taut across your ass, groin or chest

♡ when you bend for something at just the right angle

♡ corey loses his mind when you whisper in his ear or give him the mischievous eyes and devious smirk

♡ when you show him your undivided attention and lots of affection

n (no! something they wouldn't do)

♡ corey's pretty damn depraved but he won't do bathroom stuff

♡ will not share you with anyone... unless its michael (yes, peepaw's still alive!!! i refuse to aknowledge the ending of halloween ends)

♡ will not be a sub. pre-michael corey would of most likely been quite subby but post-michael corey is not. at most he'll be a switch on occasion

o (oral, preferences in giving or receiving)

♡ enjoys both equally

♡ really enjoys a nice bj

♡ but will go absolutely feral when given the chance to skullfuck you

♡ loves hearing your moans and tasting your essence when he sucks you off/eats you out

♡ enjoys rim jobs too

p (fast and rough or slow and sensual)

♡ it depends on his moods or simply his whims

♡ whether pounding into you at a brutal unforgiving pace or taking it slow and making soft love, corey enjoys both. there's no one or the other

q (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

♡ enjoys a good quickie

♡ when time is short for you both to be in one another's company, a quickie is more than enough to tide corey over until he can get his hands on you for hours at an end

♡ loves the thrill of a quickie in his house with his mom slinking around, at the auto shop during a work day or even in the movie theatre

r (risks, are they game to experiment? take risks etc)

♡ big risk taker

♡ loves to see how far he can push your body over the pleasure and pain threshold

♡ enjoys experimenting in bringing both you and himself pleasure through trying out various things he's seen on the net

♡ loves when you jack him off while riding his motorcyle

s (stamina, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they usually last?)

♡ has a shitload more stamina since he started to religiously work out everyday to keep him fighting (killing) fit

♡ he seems to be able to pound away into you over and over again until your sobbing from overstimulation and exhaustion

♡ he can last a good 3 to 5 rounds

t (toys, do they own toys? do they use them?)

♡ yes!

♡ corey has purchased many toys for you and him

♡ he likes vibrators, vibrating dildos, vibrating cock rings.

♡ loves using the hitachi magic wand on you and if he's in a dark mood he'll shove it up your hole too

♡ dildos and anal plugs of various and increasing sizes

u (unfair, how much do they like to tease)

♡ corey's not much of a teaser

♡ the only time he'll like to tease is when you've been particularly bratty or difficult on that day

v (volume, how loud are they? what noises do they make?)

♡ corey's a moaner and quite vocal

♡ he's not high pitched though

♡ his moans are low and throaty

♡ will praise, degrade, whisper words of possession and babble nonsense too

♡ will whimper, groan and grunt some too

♡ if you're being very vocal during a particlar time in the act, Corey will let his inhibitions free and join you. this will of course make the room sound like a porno is being shot inside

w (wildcard, randon headcanon)

♡ wants to have a threesome with michael

x (x-ray, what's going on in their pants?)

♡ corey's a good 7.5inches when fully erect

♡ like the rest of him, his cock is thick and beefy

♡ it curves upwards a little at the top

♡ he is uncut

♡ has a few veins here and there

♡ he has a bulbous mushroom head

♡ large heavy testicles

y (yearning, how high is their sex drive?)

♡ fairly high

♡ his sex drive was about average before meeting you

♡ but after meeting and getting involved with you and post-michael? he finds lust (not just bloodlust) dominates his body and thoughts more often than not

z (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

♡ typically corey is a deep and overthinker so he will likely stay awake for some time after with many different thoughts running through his mind

♡ if its been a hot summer's day and the auto shop has been especially busy then he'll find himself drifting to sleep much quicker afterwards than he normally would

♡ the same could be said after he's had a successful kill/s on that night

♡ he'll fall asleep faster then. sated and content, having fed both his sexual lust and bloodlust

hope this was satisfactory as i enjoyed writing it ❤

[petersprize]

        ❛ —𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 ❜— ᴘ.ᴘ.

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name: tinkerbell ❛ tink ❜

face claim: jeanne goursaud

alignment: neutral

positive attributes: loyal, witty, can truly understand how one is feeling, passionate, forgiving

character flaws: obsessive, short-tempered, borderline narcissist, aggressive, sarcastic.

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tinkerbell is blissfully aware of the cruel, violent and savagery nature of peter pan but it is for that she dotes on him fondly. getting into the good graces of peter is a feat many assume they have accomplished, but one tinkerbell knows she is part of selective few to have actually achieved. she is crass, sharp-tongued, temperamental, and fiercely loyal to peter and gloats her importance to him whenever she can, particularly at the new lost boys who feel entitled to be by his side. laughter is her strongest form of mockery, and though she is hardly taller than a mossy stone from the lagoon, tinkerbell’s laugh is one that could rustle the branches of trees from miles away. It comes from a place of knowing that as much as peter may use her, throw her around, instruct, nag and prod her… that he would strip the life from anyone who so much as threatened her.

in a empty forest, amongst an orchestra of chirping from lone crickets and the chorus of croaks coming from the frogs mounted up in the branches of oak trees… there is a WHISTLE. the wind carries the sound through outstretched branches, between ominously stones stacked alongside susurrant waters of a bumbling brook, up above the treetops to grace the clouds before diving it back down to drift atop the dampened earth. the whistle’s volume rises and falls, piano then forte, until it makes it’s way to the ears of whomever is listening, except it’s not a whistle; it’s laughter. shrill, piercing, devious laughter. 

though she knows her and peter being together is not something that could ever be, due to her being a small folk and him being, well, peter… it is a fantasy of hers that makes sleeping at night a bit easier. tinkerbell’s love for peter pan borders on obsessive, as she would put anyone in harms way that dare to come in between the two of them or even threaten him. unrequited love isn’t a concept that tink is capable of processing, as her reckless, borderline narcissism convinces here that the real peter, HER peter, loves her more than anything… and she knows that everyone else is merely a puzzle piece in this never ended game the two of them are playing together. she would give her life for peter if it came down to it, and she would die happily knowing that her death would save, and yet simultaneously, destroy him.

ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴘꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛɪɴᴋ'ꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ…

the treehouse was quiet, the wind gently brushing through the tufts of sprouting spring leaves and the sun shining through the crack in the oak’s exterior creating a relaxing and peaceful ambiance. peter and the lost boys were out, training perhaps, the the small fae was curled up atop peter’s pillow, blissfully stretched out on the fabric, lids shut and lips pulled into a lull of a smile. the smell of musk, sand, and cypress tickled her nose, the scent of peter relinquishing a sigh from her as she further nestled her head into the plush, worn headrest. every so often, tinkerbell yearned to tag along with peter and his lost boys, and on the rare occasions she did, she’d be flying right alongside peter and securing a spot on his shoulder (like an obedient PET) to remind him, to remind everyone, just how much importance she believed she held. today, however, she was particularly exhausted. the island was thumming with a rhythm she had felt many times before, a signal that peter was feeling a bit more like himself, today. the buzz comforted her, like she was being rocked in one of those bassinets she noticed human children were kept in when they were young, and so here she laid; breathing in the smell of peter, cradled in the warmth of his pillow, feeling his essence in the hum of the island beneath her. however, her peace was quickly disturbed by a familiar crow sounded outside of the door, followed by a chorus of enthusiastic cheers and whoops. slowly, the fae sat up, rubbing sleepily at her eyes and pouting theatrically at the disturbance to her daydreaming. ❛ damn those LOST BOYS, ❜ tink had grumbled, stretching her arms up above her head as her wings flittered to life behind her, preparing to seek refuge in her own ‘room’ and hide from the rambunctious field day that was occurring outside. as she slowly rose to her feet, shaking out the sleep from her body, she heard the familiar voice… one that immediately made her face turn red. it was a girls voice, but not just any voice… HER voice. tink’s face fell, shock settling in her tiny chest as her pin-sized heart began to rattle the confined cage her ribs kept it trapped in. her breathing increased, lungs rapidly taking in and releasing air as she found herself scrambling up in the air, wings beating behind her, flying quickly to a crack in the wood, pressing tiny palms against the wall and peering through to see if her mind was deceiving her. upon realization that it wasn’t, tink floated backwards, shaking her head; ❛ no… no, no, no…❜ anger swelled up inside of her, steam just about pouring out of her ears, hands flying up to her hair and resisting the urge to pull every single last strand from the root. in a panicked rage, she pushed her weight towards her little hideaway and disappeared behind the leaf flaps just in time to beat the entourage as they barreled through the door. hot, rage-infused tears lined the fae’s eyes as she rocked her fist back to slam against the wall, her weight falling to the ground as she collapsed to her rear, knees coming to her forehead as she buried her face in her hands. she had finally gotten her peter back, after all this time, he had doted on her as he had once before and held her up and now?? all over again… his attention would return to that wretched BEAST of a girl who had left him once before, and surely would again. tinkerbell LOVED peter pan. she would do anything for him- she HAD done everything for him. she kept his secrets, she held his pain, she stayed by his side even when he made efforts to cast her away… and now, here she sat, balled up in the small, hollow room peter had hand carved for her in the treehouse, wishing only for silence and for the thumming of the island to STOP.

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name: harp/harper

age: twenty three

timezone: est

pronouns: she/her

triggers: n/a

[its-me-im-coraline]

NSFW Alphabet // Thomas Raggi

words // 1161

warnings // smut

pairing // Thomas Raggi x Reader

author's note // if you want to be on the tag list let me know. ok i was going to post an actual fic today but something came up so I did not finish it but I had these already done soooo. yeah.

request // yes in a reblog

summary // self explanatory

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Thomas is utterly soft regarding aftercare. He will give you back rubs and little massages when he has been dominant. But if you are the dominant one he is full on fucked out mode and he needs to be taken care of. He will be shy to say this at first but after the first few times you have sex and you see that he is exhausted from what went down you’ll kind of force him to sit down and for you to take care of him. He will insist on taking care of you.

“Here’s your water, baby,” he almost whispers when he approaches you.

His eyes are droopy, half closed as he barely stands awake. His hair is messy, and there’s a flush on his cheeks from all the action.

“Thommy, are you alright? Should I be the one to take care of you?” Your words seem to have shaken him up, as if he is ashamed of needing aftercare.

“No, no, no! I am fine!”

“Puppy, you aren’t. Come on, come here,” you prompt, the man missing not one second to jump into your arms, “it’s ok to not be able to give me aftercare, baby. You deserve it just as much.”

The man simply sighed on your shoulder, eyes resting closed as he fell asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of himself is most likely his hands. The man plays the guitar, he’s quite proud of what he can do with his fingers, thus why it’s his favorite part.

Now, on you, I see him being a thigh guy like Damiano. He’d give his life to simply feel your thighs crush his head. Wow

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’s kind of shy about it when you guys are intimate, but only because he is generally sub. He will be asking for permission and all, beg to cum in you or on your stomach.

“Ah, ah, please - can-can I cum? Can I cum on your stomach?” His voice is weavering, shaky with pleasure as he can’t control himself any longer. It was torture to even ask and wait for your answer but he knew you’d stop all together if he did not.

“Go ahead baby, cum on my stomach- agh yes, so beautifully”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s fairly experienced, def had his fair share of sexual partners but he is not clueless that’s for sure

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I’d say he loves you riding him. Any position where you ride him is perfect in his head. He loves it when you are facing him and he can see your face but also he can feel your thighs any time he pleases

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like he is generally pretty goofy in bed. He will crack a joke or two in the process of making comments about you.

“oh yes baby, ride that dick like a cowboy” or something like that.

He will even have casual conversation with you while you’re fucking, like, “where do you want to eat after?”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He does not really shave but he trims the hair a bit. Kind of the mindset of Ethan. Like he does not care too much but he’d rather you choke on his dick rather than his hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Can be very romantic if he wants to. There are def instances where he will surprise you with a nice dinner and then take you to the bedroom, with some low lighting, light music to get you in the mood and full on making love to you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off to photos of you when he is away and in the mood. If he is with you he does not find a reason to do it. You’re literally next to him and up to no good

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He is overall submissive, with like chokers on, he’d take a spanking here and there but it was not his favorite thing to do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He looooves receiving oral from you. If you ask him, you are the most skilled he ever had. He does not prefer them compared to you but especially in terms of quickies and stuff he would die for them.

He would not hesitate to give back though, he is no little boy, innuendo intentional.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s usually quick when he is close and chasing his orgasm but other than that he keeps a pretty satisfying tempo.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s all in for them when you are trapped in spaces with other people for too long. He doesn’t care if you have 20 or 10 minutes, if he needs you (and you want to of course) he’d hide in the bathroom and fuck you as quick as you both can take

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is interested in the risky stuff and into trying new things but he might be a little shy at first. He will not initiate something different. At least not before you have a conversation about it and you reassure him he can tell you what he thinks..

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has not thought about it much, and in all honesty he is afraid of you using toys on him but at the same time the thought makes him very hard. he’s open to try using them if you suggest it

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ooooh a lot. he’s the absolute tease. innuendos when you are trying to have a wholesome conversation, thigh rubs when you’re in public, ‘accidentally’ hitting his arm on the wall and moaning in ‘pain’... He has a devious brat mind

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

unless you tell him to be quiet, he has no intention on confiding his sounds of pleasure. he will moan, he will scream, he will groan, he will do all of it, and if you get complaints from neighbours… oh well, they should close their windows better

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He is pretty big. Above average for sure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is horny all.the.time. There is not a day when he does not come to you with an “i’m horny, help”

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if ur comfortable w it: “stop pushing!” lee todoroki, lers bakugou and midoriya

Oo, the trio! I love these characters :3 I've gotcha covered, anon :3

“Stop pushing!” Bakugou growled, crammed against the small elevator’s wall a bit more than he preferred. Beside him, Todoroki and Midoriya struggled with their own positioning, unable to move that much themselves.

“I’m not! Stop shoving yourself!” Todoroki retorted, annoyed with the blonde. “This elevator is too small for three people- Midoriya?” Behind him, Midoriya made a muffled sound of distress, his hands finding the taller boy’s sides and gently pushing. “Gah! Sorry! Sorry, I couldn’t- wait- what was that?”

During his struggle for air, he had pressed into a rather sensitive spot along Todoroki’s ribs, making the other yelp. Bakugou, who was momentarily grumpy, watched with curious eyes. His hand darted out, jabbed Todoroki in the side.

“Eh! Stop!” The taller boy jerked, arms coming around his waist protectively.

“Stop? Heck no! This is too good to pass up!” The blonde grinned, his fingers gently wiggling into Todoroki’s side.

“K-Kachan!” Midoriya yelped when he was getting squished, Todoroki unintentionally backing into him from the invasive hand. His own hands came up to steady the other. “Careful! I’m still here!”

“Good, now help me get him, ya damn nerd!” Bakugou’s other hand came to Todoroki’s exposed side, setting a different tickly pace than the first. Being a drummer certainly came with advantages.

“Bahahahahhahahahahkugohoohohohohou!” Todoroki wheezed, grabbing at the other’s wrist, cheeks red and smile starting to grow. “Gehehehehehehehet ahwhwhahahahhahahay-AH! Mihihihiihiihihdorihiiihihihiya!”

“Sorry, ‘roki. If this means I get more space, then I’m all for it!” The green haired boy smiled apologetically, his short nails scratching gently along the other’s ribs, darting to his armpits occasionally.

“Noohohoohoohohohoho! Guhuhuhuuhuhuhhuuhys! Stahahhahahahahhaap ihihihihihiihihiht!” The half-and-half hero sank to his knees as he squealed, falling to the aluminum flooring as his friends tickled him relentlessly. “Plehehheahhahahhahahahahse!”

“Wow, he said please! He actually has manners!” Bakugou teased.

“You’re one to talk- you never say please or thank you!” Midoriya reminded him.

“Oi! Shut the hell up, nerd!” “See?”

Todoroki could barely keep up with his friend’s bickering conversation. He was only hyper aware of those devious fingers wiggling gently into his neck and squeezing his shoulder blades- when were those ticklish?

Just then- a miracle happened.

The elevator doors opened, giving him an escape. Darting out, he put all his hero training to use as he sprinted across whatever floor they reached, nearly knocking Aizawa and All Might to the ground in his escape.

“Whoa! The hell- slow down!” Aizawa called after him, eyes wide as he turned to the others. “Explain?” He asked. All Might had a hand over his mouth, fighting back his laughs.

“Oh, nothing bad, Mr. Aizawa.” Midoriya smiled, fighting back his own giggles as Bakugou howled behind him, the small space echoing back his laughter. “Just another day in hero training.”

[urlocalnctstan]

hihihi<3 can u do one for Renjun+angst and 'My Everything' as the song✨

Song : My Everything - NCT U

Genre : Angst mentions of toxic parents, mentions of underworld/mafia, mentions of a minor character death

wc : 1.6 K

December 28th, 2017

Renjun stood exactly 40 steps away from your shivering figure that sat on a red swing, the temperature of the night dropping as it got deeper. While he watched you waiting alone with a heavy heart, unbeknownst to his presence you rubbed your palms against one another to produce some friction as an attempt to allow you the bliss of warmth momentarily. You puff out a string of smog in annoyance, re-checking if your boyfriend actually agreed meeting up tonight.

you : tonight. 9 pm at the park. sharp or ill kill u

RJ: 9 pm it is.

You jumped in surprise at the sound of your own sneeze, quickly bringing out some tissues from the pocket of your jacket before your allergy worsens. It was already 10 pm, and you started you wonder if he would actually ever show up. You fix your woolen beanie, the one you have matching with Renjun, anxiously tapping your feet against the blanket of green beneath you. You squint your eyes, sensing the devious arrival of your migraine. What a great night it is indeed! You thought. 

Renjun took two steps towards you, hesitation holding back his legs from approaching any further; I should tell you, he thought. He did not want to drop a bomb on you out of the blue when you hear the news of his sudden disappearance. He wanted to come out clean, if not to all at least to you. You of everyone deserve an explanation. But fate had other plans for you both that day. Annoyed red, you harshly kick the swing you were previously seating on, swinging your bag on your back before speeding off back to your house. Renjun sighed, but he wasn’t sure if it was out of relief or because you were making too hard for him to say the truth.

“What do you mean?” You felt your heart drop at his words, a solemn expression sitting on his face. It held no regrets, no emotions; and you pondered if he was the same guy that you had been dating for the past 11 months. “Babe, what are you sa-”

“You heard me right, Y/N.” Renjun rubbed the temples of his forehead, an exasperated huff leaving his mouth. “Don’t wait for me. I’ll be leaving in three days. So its best we break up.” He was not even bothering to look you in the eyes, did all these months mean nothing to him at all?

You were too numb to answer him back, feeling as if a lightning directly ascended upon your existence. You stood in your position motionless, not even realizing how he had already disappeared from you line of sight. You wanted to cry and scream at him, but it was if your body was retaliating against you; unable to form any sort of sound. That night, you cried to your heart’s content; a very worried Jaemin comforting you throughout the whole night despite having his Valedictorian Speech rehearsal scheduled the next day. Without a word, he listened to your muffled cries and screams, sometimes letting out coos of ‘it’ll be okay’ or ‘i’m here for you’. For the first time in all your years of being friends with him you had actually listened to his words when he said, “Cry out, cry to your heart’s content tonight, but remember to never cry again for that dipshit after tonight.” Jaemin took your slowly calming sobs as an agreement to his prior wording, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he listened to another set of muffled sobs reverberating from his earphones.

December 28th, 2027

“Oh my God!” A very merry Sooyoung, you best friend who was also your colleague at the law firm you worked at chirped gleefully as you twirled around gracefully with your wedding dress. Yes, it was your wedding day. You blushed like every other bride as you glanced at your reflection on the mirror, slightly taken aback by this very different version of yourself. You looked ethereal, like those scenes in movies where a soft light from the windows falls upon the main lead with white curtains dancing in the back? Yeah, you felt similar to that. 

Giggling at your weird imaginations, you turn over to meet a teary Sooyoung, sniffing with the napkin clutched in her hands. You would hate to cry at this moment, it had barely been twenty minutes since you arrived in the waiting room. But most importantly, you would really despise the idea of getting your makeup ruined, not really adamant on spending another stash of dollars for a simple bridal makeover. However, your sobbing best friend was making it really hard for you. Your sweet moment was cut off by an urgent spree of knocks, the person standing on the other side being extremely impatient to even bother waiting for someone to twist the door knob open. 

The door opened to reveal a very unexpected person standing with a bouquet of fresh white orchids and white roses; your favorites. You had a shit eating grin on your face as he stepped inside the room, elegancy dripping with every movement he made. His dark brown hair was gelled back, making his already sharp features stand out even more. The jet black tuxedo was perfect on him, making his look like a walking prince. 

“Renjun,” you call out, barely above a whisper; his name feeling a bit foreign on tongue. “You’re here.”

“I am.” Renjun no longer held that poker face you had despised so much ever since your breakup, joyous grin adorning his face at the sight of you. You look so beautiful, so so beautiful, he thought grinning to himself. Renjun felt his heart squeeze against his ribs, half because of how ethereally beautiful you looked and half because how he wished that it was him you had dolled up for. With light steps he leans forward to your sitting figure, wearing a smile that looked more of a painful one as he placed you the bouquet of flowers he chose for you.

“I am really surprised how you still remembered.” Unlike him, you remained more composed; unfazed by the reunion with your past lover. Your fingertips caressed the white delicate petals that were slightly wet, admiring how beautiful the bunch looked. “Thank you so much, Renjun.” You say to the man, sincerity dripping with every syllables you let out. He was currently sat crouched on the ground, careful not to step on the white laces of your expensive wedding gown.

“Tsk, tsk. Don’t say thank you yet. I still have something else stored for you too.”

“Please give a big round of applause for the most beautiful bride!” Haechan exclaimed, his hands clapping as he motions Jisung to ask the caterers to position the light towards you. Audience stared in awe, you looked like a dream with the white lace dress, your veil trailing behind as the tiara glistened in the soft light. You were glowing.

“On the road that shines exceptionally,” a sweet honey-like voice catches you off guard, momentarily making you halt in your pace as you search for its owner. Renjun stood on the stage just beside the alter, your cousin Mark strumming his guitar while another one of your friends Chenle produced sweet melody on the pianoforte to muse with the vocals. You couldn’tt help but beam at the sight.

“Standing there, I am waiting for you” Just turn around, make me conquer my cowardice. Hold on to me instead of the cold metal chains of the red swing. Will you wait for me if I ask you? Will you wait until I return for you?

“What do you mean?”

Please don’t go yet Y/N, ask me to stay back. Just ask me once and I’ll do it.

“Babe, what are you sa-”

“You heard me right, Y/N.” Please this is not what I want, please see how much I am struggling to let go off you. Just when Renjun was just about to blurt out all his emtoions, his eyes widened at the sight of his father, gawking over him from the top of the stairs right behind you.

“It's not cold When you are in my arms, I can feel the warmth.”

Renjun remained silent, too scared to say something that might end up really fatal for him; for you. “That girl is a distraction for you.” Renjun’s father glowered at the younger, his grip tightening on the loaded pistol residing in his hand. “Cut her off, or I’ll do the favor for you.”

Renjun did what he thought was best. If your safety meant the sacrifice of his love, he would gladly comply so. It wasn’t long that the illegal empire built by his father collasped after his sudden demise; Renjun escaping his worst nightmare at the night of funeral. It was somewhat easy for him to start a new life since he was never exposed to the strings of underworld, fleeing back to China without any trace. He was able to have a fresh start with his desired career : a musician. 

Seeing you smile brightly as the luminescence shining from above created a halo around you, he felt as if he were witnessing an angel that had directly ascended from Heaven. Heavy heart filled with pain, a fresh pool of tears start to form at the corners of his eyes; how he wished it was him standing at the other side of the alter instead of Na Jaemin. 

“You're my everything I want to protect your days and nights You are a miracle to me, I wish you could see it Spreading all over me, a gift called you You’re my night and day Waiting for you in this street, drawing you again.”

this was long I hope i was able to meet a teeny tiny bit of your expectations love  @bluejaem

[voltagesmutter]

I can be a bad-boy

Summer Of Smut Writing Challenge,

Prompt #12: In the car alone at the outdoor movie theater

Pairing: Kiro x MC

Word Count: 3000+

@voltage-vixen​​

*References to Kiro/Helios*

“Kiro put them down!” You hiss in a quiet but stern tone, watching as your boyfriend pouted, his eyes glistening with shimmering gold, “Don’t even try pulling the charm on me mister!”. You playfully tug his cheek as he lets out a little giggle, putting back the bag of candy on the shelf. 

“But there my favourite Miss.Chips” He whined, sticking his bottom lip out making an over-exaggerated face of sadness.

“You’ve said that about every item in the basket,” You shake your head slightly, eyes falling to the basket rammed with various treats and goodies.

“You're turning into Savin,” He huffs, adjusting the glasses on his face, using his index finger to push them up. His disguise to let you go to the store together was positively adorable, an oversized hoodie, some trackie bottoms, overly large spectacles and a baseball cap. 

“If I was Savin I wouldn’t have even brought you to the store!” It being your turn to pout, hating it when he referred you to being the same as his overly-strict manager. You scan the shelves for one final item, sighing as you hear Kiro sneaking more items into the basket, why did you agree to bring him here? Rounding everything up you brought the basket to the till, the cashier too busy scanning the vast amount of items to recognise Kiro, your jaw almost dropped at the price.

“$20? Kir-I mean Luca!” You hissed, stopping yourself from calling out his name as he handed over a note to the lady. How did the $5 limit get thrown out the window so quickly, leaving the shop with four bags of chocolate, sweets and crisps. 

“Here, something sweet for my something sweet,” He chuckled, diving into the bag and handing you one of your favourite pieces of candy. 

“Savin’s going to kill me,” You sighed as you walked back to your apartment hand in hand. 

---

The stash of treats were for a reason, Kiro was taking you to the out-door theatre, the ones where you watched the movie from your car. A new movie he was in had just been released and he promised to watch it with you, just you. As much as you love attending the red-carpet premieres with him, it wasn’t the same experience as snuggling up to him and watching a movie together at your own leisurely pace. Instead you had to be on top form, answer questions from reporters and spend most the night separated from your lover. It was exhausting. So this time Kiro promised to bring you to the movie in your own time and when you saw it was playing at the out-door theatre, he lept on the chance to take you. 

“Sorry we’re late Miss.Chips,” He continued to apologise, pulling up in the last free space available. It was furthest away from the screen, allocated at the park of the parking-lot in a secluded corner, a hefty distance between your and the other vehicles. 

“Kiro it’s fine!” You reassured him for the nth time since pulling up, it didn’t bother you one bit being so far away. In all honesty you preferred the privacy, especially since neither Kiro and you were in a disguise, the blacked out tint of windows would be enough cover to stop anyone from witnessing you in the car. You adjusted the radio to the setting on the movie, the sound of the opening credits flooded the car.

The warmth of a hand placed on your thigh, tottering on the edge of your dress and skin, giving you a gentle squeeze as your eyes focused on the big-screen. You watched as Kiro came onto the screen, silver haired with a black tattoo on his arm, the role he was portraying was a devious bad boy named ‘Helios’. 

“Ooh you're such a bad boy,” You teased, repeating back a line to him from the movie, catching the subtle blush on his cheeks. 

“It was… definitely a different role to say the least,” He laughed, his laugh purer than snow sent your heart melting. It was a conflicting feeling watching your boyfriend play such a bad-ass, I don’t give a fuck role when he sat next to you in a hoodie with a puppy on the front scoffing a bag of chips. Your jaw dropped slightly, a gasp coming from your mouth as Helios walked across the screen, danger glinting in his eyes as he pushed the female actress to the wall. A hand lightly held her neck as he darkly chuckled, pushing his face close to hers whispering dangerous words before pulling back and releasing her from his hold. Slightly excitement coursed through your veins seeing such a different side to Kiro, arousal pitting in the bottom of your stomach. 

“Miss.Chips? Are you okay? Your face is going red?” Kiro’s words pull your attention from the screen. You brushed it off playfully and nodded, claiming it was hot in the car even though the fan’s were blasting cool air. Kiro let you be, grabbing another bag of candy and unwrapping it before sucking on the sweet. Your eyes followed his movement, how could someone this sweet play such a role so well? It was almost as if he had embodied a whole new personality, a side that would only live in memory on the screen. The arousal within you stirred more as Kiro continued his portrayal of Helios on the screen, thighs rubbing together slightly to try ease from the friction you felt. 

“Miss.Chips why are you giggling?” He pouted, watching fits of laughter from your throat, tears almost brimming in your ears as you clutched a hand over your stomach. The scene on the screen was far from a funny one, an intense ballad of power as Helios was threatening a group of men on the screen.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry,” You couldn’t help but burst out laughing again, “It’s just seeing you so… dangerous and your sat here next to me cooing over what to eat next, it's just really got to me,”. The words came in between fits of laughter, not catching the brooding gaze of Kiro next to you. He mumbled something under his breath as you finally began to calm down, re-focusing on the movie. Silence took its toll between you, the only noise coming filling in the air was the sound of the movie. 

“You're really good, you know that,” You place a hand in his lap and give his hand a squeeze, “It’s so different for me to see such a different side of you, you did such an amazing job,”. 

“Do you not think I could be like Helios?” He questioned, turning to face you, a glimmer of mischief in his blue eyes. 

“You? No, Kiro, you cried when you saw a puppy miss a ball it’s owner threw,” You laughed. He let it drop, turning back to watch the final scenes of the film, moving his hand off your thigh. A slight twinge of pain came across you, had your words upset him? Kiro was nothing like Helios, Kiro was sweet, kind and gentle. Helios was… a beast, a reckoning force not to be toyed with. 

“Kiro, I’m sorry if-” You started, turning again to face him but you felt a force push you up against the window, Kiro’s face dangerously close to yours, a hand snaking up your thigh and disappearing under your dress.

“My Miss.Chips doubts me it seems,” Heat rising in your cheeks as his eyes flicked from blue to gold to grey, taking your bottom lip in his teeth and giving it a light bite. A moan fell as his fingers grazed your thighs, tottering on the edge of your cotton underwear. A wave of excitement rushed over you, Kiro was also so sweet with his kisses and public affections towards you, never going future than to kiss your cheek or hold your hand in public. Yet here he was devouring your lips with bites, running his tongue over your slightly swelling lip in the theatre car-park. “It appears my Miss.Chips rather enjoys a darker side,” He hummed with a raspy voice, fingers pressing over the dampness of your underwear, a finger dipping below to trace your wetting folds.

“K-Kiro!” You moaned into his mouth, shocked at his sudden flick of attitude, slightly embarrassed at the pooling wetness growing between your thighs. His tongue slipped into your mouth, silencing your slight protests as his finger teased over your budding clit, the dominance of his tongue coaxing over yours. Just as you began to part your legs future, a silent invitation for him to delve deeper, he pulled away leaving you breathless and weak at the knees.

“Movies finished Miss.Chips,” Pulling away and flashing you his trademark sweet smile, acting as if nothing had just happened, leaving you panting slightly as you adjusted yourself in the chair. 

---

The ride home was as if nothing happened, Kiro chatting about how much he enjoyed the role and asking you what you thought. You indulged in the conversation, although finding it hard to speak at times, Kiro’s previous actions had left your mind spinning. 

“You go to bed, I just need to make some calls to Savin and I’ll join you, okay Miss.Chips?” The blonde idol pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek as he left your bedroom. You peeled off your clothes and threw on one of Kiro’s oversized t-shirts, letting the smell of him embrace your body and you climbed under the sheets. It wasn’t long before your beloved returned, standing in the door frame, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame. Your eyes widened as you sat up, the air within your lungs disappeared, in front of you stood Kiro as Helios. His silver hair glinted from the glow of the light behind him, a black tank top with a leather collar around his neck tucked into black jeans, the same tattoo from the movie wrapped around his right arm. 

“Kiro…” You sat up on your knees, the pit of arousal inside you was set a blaze once more. 

“Kiro isn’t here right now,” He smirked, his voice dropping a few octaves to leave a husky tone as he stepped towards you. You crawled to the edge of the bed and sat back on your heels, he brought his fingerless gloved palm to your cheek and roughly rubbed his thumb over your lips, “Only Helios”. If you still had underwear one, they would definitely be bunched up on the floor from the sexy tone that left his voice. His hand moved down to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it and tugging you up higher onto your knees so you was level with his chest. Leaving down, his eyes lost of blue as steel-grey took over, forcefully pressing his lips against yours like he had done so in the parking lot, teeth biting and sucking over your puffing lip. His other hand came down to grope your breasts over the thin material of your t-shirt, giving your nipples a pinch as they hardened beneath the material, a careless rough touch that sent wetness spreading across your thighs. His tongue forced entry to run along your bottom teeth before he released his grip over your neck, pulling away and letting you drop back to the bottom of the bed. 

His steel-eyes burrowed into yours, a smirk grimacing as primeval desire as his hands until his belt in a teasing manner, the unbuckling of metal sent tingles of excitement down your spine. Your eyes came to glance on the harsh bulge in front of your eyes, soon to be met by the lengthy erection that sprung free, his gloved hand wrapping around it with a hiss from his mouth.

“Stop watching and get those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” His hand released himself as he placed it on the back of your head, tugging you forward as he threaded his fingers through your hair. Lips parted and gracelessly you took his length into your mouth, lips wrapping around his head before he thrusted, the rest of his length being pulled into the wet cavern on your mouth. His fingers in your hair gripped down slightly, pulling you future against him until he was fully hilted inside your mouth, a heavy groan of acceptance rumbled from his chest. You brought a hand up to wrap around his base but the gloved digits smacked it away, “Mouth only” he growled. Your hands gripped to his out-thighs in search of some support, thrusting faster and pushing your head forward against him, his steel eyes dilated heavily with lust as he watched you gag partly over his thickness. Bopping your head in-time to his hands that guided you, salvia that pooled over his length began to drool from the edge of your lips as he continued to plunge into your mouth. Tongue running along the under-side of the throbbing vein, a twitch of his cock was a recognisable sign regardless of being Kiro or not, he was close. Just as you braced to accept the warmth that would spurt against the back of your throat, he pulled out of your mouth, a hand wrapping around him to pump himself, “Tongue out,” followed in a husky voice. His hand pumped himself as the other held the gripped the back of your head, leaving your flushed, saliva dripping lips at the perfect angle. Following his orders you stuck your tongue out, flicking it over his head as he tried to hold back a strangled groan in his chest, the noise shooting straight to your core as he released, spurting over your lips and tongue with his hot seed. Gracefully your lick off his release with your tongue, making a lewd pop as you smacked your lips together, swallowing his plentiful release. 

The next few seconds were a blur as he released you from his hold, flipping you over on the bed so you lay on your stomach, holding your waist and pulling it up as he held your ass high. He pushed down the material of your shirt so it was bunched over your highs, the trace of his digits as he pushed them over your dripping folds. 

“My naughty girl, look at how wet you are,” The smirk in his voice as he pushed two digits inside your core, the air forcefully leaving your lungs with a heavy cry. Thrusting and twisting his digits inside you, the wetness of your juices trailing past his knuckles and onto the leather hand-glove, pure lust coating through your veins as you indulge in the pleasure you were receiving. 

“K-Kiro! C-Close~" You managed through moans, as he added another finger, the cold steel of his ring entering inside your warm tightness as he pumped into you. As your walls began to tighten, teetering on the edge before he pulled his fingers from you, sleek wetness dripping from his fingers as you let out an infuriated groan. So close, yet so far… 

“Kiro isn’t here,” A harsh slap to your ass sent vibrations across your body, a slight buzz of pain and pleasure from the leather that collided with your skin, “Only Helios,”.  You waited in anticipated breath as another below came to your ass, a few following, leaving the red print of a hand on your skin. The build up too much, the bubbling inside you ran through your veins like hot lava, desperate seeking to be filled without this sweet torture.

“Fuck me already,” You cried, pushing your ass back in a needed attempt to angle yourself against his re-hardened member. 

“But Miss.Chips, you seem to be enjoying this far too much,” His finger returning to graze across your slickened core in a teasing manner.

“Helios please,”.

It came out in a high whine of plea than you hoped, but at this point you was too turned on and care. Slight shuffling behind, hands firmly on your waist as he aligned himself to thrust into you. Head thrown back, back arched your still clothed breasts pressed into the bed, a cry from your mouth that would reach the high heavens and make angels blush as he fucked you with raw intensity. Not even his touch resemble anything of his true form, as if the role of Helios had taken over his body. Gone were sweet words, subtle and loving thrusts, high-pitch songs of groans, instead replacing them harsh sharp thrusts, deep groans that caught in his throat and an intense drive that pounded you into the bed below. Your orgasm took meer minutes to hit, wonton moans that ringed through the air and seeped into the walls of your neighbours, fingers clutching to anything in their path as your body pulsed from the pleasure within. Him follows suit seconds later with a final snap of his hips, heat shooting in ropey lengths inside you as he twitched from your withering walls. 

Your sweaty body stuck to the sheets below, vision blurry for a few moments until you finally regained yourself with panting breaths. Kiro sat beside you, pulling your head into his lap as he stroked your hair, whispering soothing words to you. 

“I told you I could be like Helios,” He teased, earning a faint chuckle from you but you was too exhausted to even think at this point in time, letting the sweet words of song lull you to sleep. 

“Sleep well Miss.Chips,” He pressed a loving kiss to your forehead as he rested your head onto the pillow, your body almost unconscious from the deep realm of pleasure. Kiro wandered off to the bathroom, watching in the mirror as his hair changed from silver to his sunshine blonde, the iced-grey eyes sparkling back to his blue. A warm smile on his face knowing he could let Helios come out and play more often. 

[b-yeonder]

Hey are the requests open? If so, can you do a a-z nsfw for Lucifer? If they're not open then please ignore this. Anyways, I love your writing and I'm looking forward to more 😊😊😊

I’ve never done one of these before so I hope it’s okay. Also I struggle to take anything seriously so of course there’s gonna be some dumb shit in here. Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you so much! 

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of murder

NSFW A-Z: LUCIFER

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer can be rough - he's known to be a sadist after all but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to look after you once he's had his way. Softens his voice, asks if you're okay, if there's anything you need. Will clean you up and praise you for how well you did. If it's him needing the aftercare, he's very quiet, playing over what just happened. Appreciates a drink and gentle caresses to bring him back down to earth

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think that Lucifer has quite a lot of insecurities - being told you're perfect all the time can make you dwell more on your flaws (or what you deem to be flaws.) But one thing he does like is his eyes. He knows he can make you lose yourself in his eyes with a single look. One look from across the room and he can have you begging for him within moments.On you he loves your hands. He doesn't let many people get close, let alone touch him, but your hands can ease his pains and make him feel loved. Massages, caresses, the way you hold his head against your chest at night, or the way you grip his cock so eagerly once he's riled you up. Also ties into a little somethin' I'll mention below in the D section eh ehhhh. (Oh and your mouth is a close second. (And not just because you called him baby boy once and had him malfunctioning for a whole hour.))

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lucifer doesn't like the thought of cleaning up, so prefers to cum inside you - it's his main way of showing that you're his. But accidents happen and there have been times he's slipped out at the last minute and coated the skin of your stomach/back and for a moment he found himself admiring it - like a new way of marking you as his. Oh he also likes painting your tongue with his cum too because watching you swallow it makes his pride bl o s s o m.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty to him anyway - he actually likes submitting to you. (Once you two are quite established.) Shock horror! But you're the only one he trusts to completely let loose with, and sometimes when you have this much pressure on you it's nice to let someone else take control. BE HONOURED. OH and the hand thing. He will fucking worship your digits. Kiss 'em, suck 'em, nuzzle 'em. OOF. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's been around for a long time, so it goes without saying he's had plenty of experience. He's well versed in the basics and is quick to pick up on every little thing you like to use against you (in the best way possible).

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes being able to see your face, to watch every little sound escape your lips, every little sign of pleasure. Feeds off of it. But is not averse to shoving you face first into the mattress and fucking you senseless until you can barely utter a word. So y'know depends on his mood really. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious. But dumb shit can happen during sex and even the Mighty First is not immune to this. Will laugh stuff off and get things quickly back on track by muttering naughty things in that delicious voice of his. If you insist on being jokey he'll insist on making it so you can't do anything but moan ;)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a busy guy, but he makes sure to always be groomed. This does mean that things get on top of him and well...don't blame the overworked tired bean if he gets a little unruly down there sometimes, okay?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He's almost always quietly praising/encouraging you - in between the teasing of course. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's a stressed mess, he needs to release his frustrations somehow. Does it less so since you came along, and honestly didn't masturbate too often before, but when he does it's a scene. He takes his time, making sure to work up to a glorious finish so that he can truly relax afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Probably has a Sir or Daddy kink. Kinda likes choking you as well. One time your hand slipped from his chest to his throat without you thinking and that's when he realised he kinda likes being choked too oii oiiii.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His freakin' giant glorious bed because he's old and has back pain. Also bending you over his desk after rather troublesome days works too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him throughout the day. "MC you're eating that corn too sexually I'm going to have to teach you a lesson later." "Did you just call me mum? I don't care if it's an accident, I'm going to have to punish you later." "Did you just breathe? That's it, you asked for it." In all seriousness he rarely shows his want for you on the outside, but inside he'll be raring to ravage you. Depends on the day - one day you could have him popping a boner simply by rubbing your foot against his calf. The next, stripping naked and grinding on his face might not even make him blink. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

"Roleplay as Satan for me, Lucifer." You're probably dead before you even finish speaking those words, sorry I don't make the rules. (Oh wait I kinda do right now oops.)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give as he likes having the power over you to make you come completely undone. Can feel a little vulnerable receiving - maybe he got bitten by a devious ex lover, who knows, but once you get going and his confidence with you grows he likes nothing more than grabbing the back of your head and urging you to take more of him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Fast and rough are his go-to, and when he does go slow, his thrusts are still usually on the harder side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves taking his time with you, as he likes driving you crazy for him but if the mood calls for it he has no issues with bending you over his desk and taking you right then and there. Will probably take extra care of you next time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Damn straight he's down to experiment. Is curious to see how far both of you can go and what you're willing to do. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Only one round, his back hurts too much. I'm kidding, he can go a few rounds, and can last a long time. There have been a couple occasions he's cum rather fast - either when drunk, or it's been a while since the last time. Gets very embarrassed over it but knows it's natural and happens sometimes. (That’s not the norm though, he promises.)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He got a bit crazy when you came along. Anything you like the sound of, he has. Already had blindfolds and things to bind you with - rope, ribbons, string cheese, you name it. But now you're here he has a whole collection of toys to tease you with. Even has a favourite vibrator he loves to leave strapped to your thigh so you can't get away from it. Ah, good times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biiitch. BIiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch. This monster is the biggest tease. "Hm...I'm not sure you deserve my cock today, MC. Now now, begging will get you nowhere." (It probably will eventually, just saying. ...Maybe.) He'll leave you on read for days but magically turn up just as you're about to pleasure yourself like "nuhuh bitch, not today."

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet - any sounds he does make are low in his throat, deep. Loses control closer to reaching his climax - gets breathier, speaks a little louder and noises are more frequent. Buuut once he did manage to wake up everyone in the house but that was because you'd been teasing him all day, you hadn’t slept together in like a week, and he'd been drinking and-- the list of excuses go on.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Was once convinced to try out women's underwear once after a conversation with Asmo and was pleasantly surprised by how nice his ass looked. Will never EVER tell anyone this though, not even you and shit I shouldn't even be writing this he's probably gonna-- Oh heyyy Lucifer, nothing to see here I was jus--*gurrKH*

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Decent length, decent thickness. Just enough to take a bit of work to fit in but not too much that it's uncomfortable, y'know?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high, definitely not above average. Can definitely go without, but his mind might wander.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how tired he is, and how much is on his mind. You'll probably be the one to fall asleep first most of the time, which is great because he's good at giving after-sex cuddles. Plus your steady breathing makes it easier for him to sleep as well so...win win?

[ladymiseria]

Smut Alphabet - Dabi

Let’s discuss everyone’s favorite burnt chicken nugget, shall we?

P.S. I have Shoto and Tamaki in the works next hehehehe

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

-He honestly just wants to lay down and have a cigarette and relax.  He doesn’t demand cuddles but he’s also not gonna say no.  He’ll share his cig with you, if you want, and pet your hair while you rest your head on his chest.  He’s not much of a talker so you’ll just chill out in the quiet.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-He...doesn’t really have a favorite body part of his.  He has a lot of negativity associated with his body and how it essentially rejected his Quirk and caused him so much pain and permanent scarring, so he prefers not to focus on it.  His abdomen is still mostly unscarred as well as his cock, so he’s pretty down with those parts (his cock especially because he’s a lewd bastard).

There’s not really a part of you that he doesn’t love, but he has a special affection for your hands, your thighs, and your neck.  He loves how warm you are and how your hands feel on his skin and the sounds you make when he kisses or bites your neck.  And he could rest his head on your thighs forever.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-He loves coming anywhere and everywhere on your body: on your back, on your chest, on your thighs, on your face, anywhere.  He also loves coming in your mouth and making you show him that you swallowed it all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-He loves when you touch his scars, especially along the seams where they’re stapled and connect to his unmarred skin.  It’s super sensitive there and turns him into a big whiney baby.  It feels good but he still views it as a weakness so he’ll never admit to how much he actually loves it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

-Very experienced, but he won’t ever talk about with who.  He’s very good at reading your body in the moment and picking up on subtle cues also.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

-He is 100% that guy that lets his partner get on top and then just puts his hands behind his head and watches.  That said, he loves taking you up against walls, too.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

-Serious is kind of Dabi’s default.  It’s not that he’s not having fun with you: laughing and making jokes just, uh, isn’t really in his personality.  He’ll definitely give you some smiles, though.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

-Due to his burns, the only hair he can really grow is what’s on his head, so keeping himself groomed isn’t really an issue.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

-He is a devious bastard, but God damn, is he in love with you.  He loves making you feel good and taken care of and, even if he’s not the typical romantic type, he’s still super affectionate in little sweet ways and will never hold out on telling you he loves you and how much you mean to him.  After being alone for so long, he revels in having someone special that he can keep close to him always.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

-His favorite way to jack off is to sexts/phone sex with you, and a close second is while looking at pictures/videos he has saved of you/the two of you together.  He loves hearing your voice and sending nasty pictures back and forth.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

-Let’s see here: BDSM, bondage, impact play, bloodplay, temperature play, wax play, breathplay, thighfucking, facefucking, domming the absolute shit out of you, overstimulation, edging, phone sex/sexting, degradation, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, biting, filming you/taking pictures of you while you play, aaaaaaand PDA of any kind.  This is everything I could think of off the top of my head but I guarantee you that I’ll think of more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

-Anywhere.  No like literally anywhere.  He could not give a shit less if people see you or it’s inconvenient.  He will take you wherever and whenever he wants.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

-He’s so obsessed with you that it’s really not difficult to get him in the mood, supposing he wasn’t in the mood already.  When in doubt, put on something sexy/send him a sexy pic and he’ll be all over you almost immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-Honestly?  Almost nothing.  He has very few hard limits, if any, but he is very respectful of yours.  The biggest thing for him is pegging.  He’ll still indulge you if you really want to do it, but it’s not something he ever asks for.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

-He prefers receiving over giving but he’s no scrub and will still eat you ‘til you cry.  He just thinks you look so pretty with his cock in your mouth, though.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

-All of the above.  It depends on his mood and how tired he is, but he’s fast and rough most of the time, but he’s also very into playing with you and drawing things out and lowkey taking the time to worship each other.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

-He loves him a good quickie.  He can’t always be bothered with the preamble of foreplay and all that, so if one or both of you are suddenly all riled up, he’ll just go for it and take you right there and then continue with whatever he was doing before once he’s finished.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

-Dabi’s entire life is just taking one risk after another so yes, absolutely.  He’s very upfront about what he likes and what he’d like you to try with him and he does his best to listen to you when you express what you like and want, as well.  Even if he acts like he’s brushing you off, you can rest assured that he’s actually listening and filing away whatever it is you’re sharing with him for later use.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-He can last for quite a while even when you’re just having a quickie.  He also loves to prolong your play when you’re really getting into it so he can go for numerous rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

-He doesn’t own proper toys: he usually just finds things around the house and makes it work.  You’ve managed to convince him to invest in some actual durable toys, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-A fair amount.  He loooooves pushing your buttons until you’re ready to break: he gets off on seeing how desperate you can be for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

-He’s very quiet, but not silent.  He mostly growls and groans in your ear while you fuck, and he curses a lot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

-Dabi is a very visual kind of guy so he loves watching you during sex/watching you in general.  Oddly enough, he’s not really into voyeurism because he prefers that you know he’s there and that his eyes are on you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-Dabi has a God damn Jacob’s Ladder and you cannot change my mind on this.  His burns are sporadic over the rest of his body, some on his legs and stomach and a large part of his back.  There doesn’t seem to be a lot of rhyme or reason as to where the burns developed and he’s reluctant to give details.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

-It’s rare to catch him in a mood where he’d say no to sex.  He typically propositions first, whether directly or via a sexy text.  Even if he’s not really “in the mood”, he’ll still let you climb on top and ride him while he lays back and just watches.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

-He can fall asleep pretty quick afterwards.  Orgasms actually help him get to sleep, so if you’re ever not around when it’s time for bed, he’ll try to get a hold of you so you can get some sexting/phone sex in and he can get off before turning in for the night.

[theunknowncryptid]

7. Night Two

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Namjoon x Y/n

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Breakfast had been a quiet affair. Sure, the pancakes were great. Jimin’s a great cook. But still, Y/n sat at one end of the table glaring daggers at him in silence. Namjoon hadn’t tried to stop her in any way, but at the end of his meal he stood and announced that he would meet her on the beach in an hour. She looked at him in confusion until he realized she didn’t know where the beach was. 

Now, having showered and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, He looked down at her from the hill above the beach. She stood with her bare feet in the sand, just out of reach of the waves. Her arms were crossed over her chest and, even though he couldn’t see her face, he could imagine that she was glaring out at the sea as if her situation was its fault. Surprisingly, she had chosen to wear a white sundress. It opposed her personality completely. In the short time he had known her, Namjoon knew there was nothing bright and sunny about her personality. 

Stepping carefully, he walked down the hill toward her. 

“Feeling better?” She turned to look at him with a scowl on her face. “Apparently not.”

Her hair blew wildly in the wind and he had to control the urge to brush it back. The same feeling he had last night surged in him. Something about the way Y/n looked at him left Namjoon extremely on edge and desperate. He constantly craved to have her closer. 

“Excuse me for being upset.” She said sarcastically. He ignored her, following his urge to step closer so they were side by side looking at the ocean. 

“You have every right to be upset.” She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He felt for her. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be in her situation. Difficult and frightening, for sure. But, that didn’t mean he was going to give her back to her idiotic brother.

“So, you’ll let me go?” Her voice was full of skepticism. 

“Of course not.” He smirked. Then, with one arm he took her by the waist and pulled her against him. The look on her face was laughable. She uncrossed her arms and pushed against him, trying to make it so she wasn’t flush against his chest. 

“Ugh! Let me go, you Buffoon!” She squirmed pointlessly. Namjoon felt incredibly amused by their arrangement. 

“Tell you what,” He smirked down at the girl. “I’ll release you if you call me by my name.” 

Her nose wrinkled in disapproval. “Let me go, Mr. Kim.”

“Not that name.” He mocked. He wanted to know what his given name would sound like coming from her lips. Y/n squirmed again, but he doubted she could fight off a toddler, let alone a six foot tall man.

“Let me go… Namjoon.” Her voice was icy, but it still made a thrill go up his spine.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He opened his arms and allowed the girl within them to walk a few paces away from him. “Though I wish you wouldn’t ask me to let you go.” 

She pegged him with another glare. The wind sent her hair flying in a million directions.

“Stop it.” She warned.

“I would if I could.” She turned and started heading up the beach. He watched her go for a moment before jogging to catch up with her. He matched her stride. 

“I know you’re trying to mess with my head. Get me to cave.”

“Of course I am, Angel. How else am I going to get you into my bed.” He gave her a devious smirk. She scoffed at his bluntness. “Plus, I can’t help myself. You’re irresistible.”

He wasn’t lying in the slightest. Something about the way she moved, spoke, breathed- captivated him completely. 

Months ago, when he glanced her for the first time, it was like someone chained a collar around his neck and handed her the leash. All she was doing was drying shot glasses, but he couldn’t look away. Her head bobbed to the music playing across the empty bar. Softly, she sang along. Her hair was half up in a ponytail and she had a rag carelessly thrown over her shoulder. She didn’t hear him come in, or if she did she assumed it was someone for the Mins. She was right, Namjoon was there to see the Mins, But he still wanted her to look up. Jimin, looked back at him from the bottom of the stairwell that led to the Min family headquarters. Instead of following, Namjoon waved Jimin back over to him.

“Do you know who that is?” He asked, cocking his head in Y/n’s direction. She still wasn’t paying attention. 

“All I know is she owns the bar.” Jimin answered. “Do you want me to find out more?” 

Several seconds passed before he answered.

“Yes.” Then, Namjoon left up the stairs to make his meeting. 

Since then, Namjoon had been subtly aware of every move Y/n made. Yes, he felt like a stalker, but he couldn’t help it. Seeing her was like finding a flashlight in the dark. He would never tell her this and allow her to know just how much control she had over him, but it was the truth. 

Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, despite the humidity, and made a huffing noise at his affection. 

“You told me you wouldn’t shy away from me.” Namjoon reminded her. They continued their walk down the beach.

“I’m not and I only told you I would spend time with you.” She grumbled.

“Fairs fair, Angel.”

“Nothing about this is fair and stop calling me Angel.” He looked at her warily. The sky seemed to be getting more overcast as Y/n got angrier. At this rate she was going to lose her patience with him long before weeks end. Not for the first time, Namjoon wondered about why she was really here.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Haven’t you already asked me several?” He decided to ignore her attitude this time.

“Why are you here?” Y/n paused suddenly and he had to turn around to face her when he walked past her. 

“Is this a trick question?” She asked. Her features were riddled with annoyance. 

“No.” 

“I thought you wanted me here?” The annoyance shifted to plain confusion. 

“I do.” He spoke quickly, backpedaling. “Obviously, I do. I paid enough to get you here.” He hoped she didn’t notice the way his eyes raked over her when he spoke. 

“You know I don’t have a choice.” The annoyance was back.

“That’s not true.” Namjoon turned and resumed walking down the beach. He hoped she was following. “You could save yourself and allow your brother to be dealt with.” He called over his shoulder. To his delight, Y/n appeared at his side again, kicking up sand. 

“And by ‘dealt with’ you mean ‘get murdered’!” She threw her hands around exasperatedly as she spoke and Namjoon had to shove his own hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to her. 

“Yeah.” He smirked. She scoffed again.

“I can’t just let my brother be killed.” Her voice was more of a growl. 

“Why not? He doesn’t do anything for you.” She glared at him.

“How do you know that?” 

“Not important.” He said, keeping his voice light. “I’m just saying, you could be at home right now, but instead you’re choosing to spend your time with me.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘choosing’” 

“Matter of opinion.” He smiled at her genuinely. She grimaced. “So?”

A full minute passed before she answered. Her gaze locked onto the sand as if she was searching for some reasonable answer.

“He’s family.” She said. Her voice was as small as he’d ever heard it. “You of all people should understand family, Namjoon.”

Warmth flooded his system when she willingly spoke his name. He let out a barking laugh.

“Yeah, you could say I understand family.” He chuckled. He was head of the Kim crime family. Hundreds of people on the Kim territory were loyal to him and his family. They looked to him for answers. He protected them, he threatened them, and when it came down to it, he loved them. So, yeah, he understood familiar bonds. 

He looked down at Y/n and was surprised to see her watching him in amusement.

“What?” He asked.

“You have a good laugh.” She said blatantly. 

It was the first time she regarded him with a positive emotion and Namjoon already felt like he couldn’t get enough. It was like the world brightened when she looked at him like that. God, he had problems. He had barely had two conversations with the girl and he was practically on his knees at her disposal.

Then, just like that, the emotion was gone and the world went back to dark. 

“So, you’ll let your brother sell you just because your family?” He asked.

“He did not sell me!”

“You’re right,” He smirked. “It’s more of a loan.”

With an angry grunt of frustration, Y/n picked up her pace and stalked ahead of him. White fabric trailed behind her. He jogged to catch up with her and grabbed her hand in his. She tried to jerk away, but Namjoon just tucked her hand close to his chest. Realizing that fighting was pointless, Y/n just rolled her eyes. 

Gathering a surprisingly necessary amount of courage, Namjoon asked the question he had been dying to know.

“Has your brother made deals like this before?” He asked. Y/n glanced at him curiously, putting the pieces together. 

“Having me for seven nights wasn’t your idea, was it?” The look on her face told him she already knew the answer. A month ago, when Jeon Jungkook came to him asking for money, Namjoon wasn’t surprised. Everyone in town knew about his gambling problem. What left him shocked was when Jungkook offered up his sister's virginity as collateral. The woman Namjoon had been (arguably) stalking for months now was being given to him on a silver platter. What left him seeing red was Jungkook’s readiness and casual demeanor. That clued him in that Jeon had made this deal before.

It made Namjoon’s blood boil to know her own brother was passing Y/n around like a piece of meat. That other, unwanted hands had touched what he saw was so precious. 

Sadness filtered through Y/n’s eyes. He took to fiddling with her fingers before he answered her question. 

“I upped the deal to seven nights.” He admitted.

“But he offered you one night with me?” The waver in her voice cut into him. The look on her face was worse.

“Yes.” The hand in his flinched with the rest of her and he tightened his grip. “It’s happened before?” 

“It's never gone this far.” She admitted. He was surprised at her willingness to speak to him about this, even if she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Usually it's just a date or ten minutes alone in a closet.”

Namjoon had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from spewing insults about Jeon Jungkook and his grotesque corral of men. What kind of a man treats their sister like property? What kind of human?

Well, he did technically buy her for the week. But, that’s irrelevant.

“Namjoon, you’re hurting me.” Y/n wiggled her fingers that were still trapped against his chest. He dropped her and unwillingly.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He wasn’t really sure if they were talking about Y/n’s crushed fingers or Jungkook’s revolving door of pigs. 

Namjoon stopped walking to look at her. The wind was still blowing roughly and the sky had darkened to suggest a storm in the distance. The breeze lifted her hair and dress around her. Looking at her, Namjoon felt the same way he did when he first saw her. Breathless and captivated. Whether she was in a bar with a rag in her hands or on a beach in a beautiful dress, Y/n was stunning. 

“What?” She asked. He realized he had stopped walking just to stare at her like a crazy person. 

“You’re very beautiful.” He said, bluntly. Her flying hair did nothing to hide her blush. 

“Stop it.” She grumbled, watching the waves. He retook his claim on her hands. Her fingers were limp in his grasp. 

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like it.”

“Liar.” He smirked. She looked up at him in annoyance. He released one of her hands to brush pieces of her hair away from her face. Her expression remained annoyed. Namjoon’s smirk widened to a smile when he realized that, at some point over the last fifteen hours, Y/n’s feelings toward him had faded from fear to annoyance.

“What is wrong with you?” She asked him. Her eyes held a glint of amusement.

“Do me a favor?” He smiled, ignoring her question. Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“I’m already doing you a favor by being here.” She pointed out.

“That’s true, Angel.” He chuckled, taking a step closer. She looked at him warily. “But, I need another favor.”

“What?” 

“Don’t pull away from me.” Then, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

Y/n’s breath hitched in her throat. Before she knew what was happening, Namjoon was threading her fingers through her hair, holding her in place. She made a muffled sound of distress, raising her free hand to his chest in an attempt to push him away. He moved his mouth to suck lightly on her lower lip, sending pleasure through her and her eyes slid shut. The hand against Namjoons chest fisted. Encouraged by her reaction, Namjoon let his tongue flick out to her lower lip. She started in surprise, but didn’t pull away. He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around Y/n’s waist so they were flush together. He couldn’t help himself and smiled into the kiss.

Disappointingly, this is what broke Y/n from her surprised trance. She jerked back, removing her hands from her chest. Her face was flushed. 

As sad as he was to have the kiss ended, Namjoon couldn’t help but smile like a kid with an ice cream cone. Y/n huffed at his expression.

“Shut up.

“I didn’t say anything.” He smiled. Rolling her eyes for the third time since breakfast, Y/n turned and stalked towards the house.

Namjoon opened the door to the bedroom slowly, praying it wouldn’t squeak.

Y/n had finally left his side after dinner. He had business matters to deal with, so as much as it pained him to leave her side, Namjoon told Y/n to head to bed without him. After the beach they had spent the rest of the day in the library, talking and reading. A mischievous look sprung up in Y/n eyes at the sight of the hundreds of books. She spent the better part of an hour wandering up and down the aisles, pulling out books and asking Namjoon each time if she could read it. As if he would say no. 

By lunch time, Y/n was fifty pages deep in Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse. Though he tried to focus on his own newspaper and keeping his hands to himself, he couldn’t help himself. His gaze wandered over her body, her face, her hands. The way she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she read and the way her eyes would retrace a line she liked. Without realizing it, his fingers would be wrapping themselves in her hair. She batted his hand away and murmured protests without looking up from her book. So, he would steel himself and refocus on his paper. Then, he would catch a whiff of her perfume or the edge of her hand would brush his newspaper and he would find himself staring at her again, tracing his fingertips along her skin. She swatted him away the first several times, but eventually Y/n allowed him to touch her and stare.

They had dinner in the kitchen, courtesy of Jimin (again). Namjoon was used to his friend and employee cooking, but Y/n was amazed at the sounds and smells Jimin created. He only meant to bring her to the table and wait while Jimin finished their meal, but Y/n was up and following Jimin around the kitchen before Namjoon could protest. She followed him from the stove top to the oven and back while Namjoon watched in amusement. Jimin remained politely reserved, but Namjoon could tell that if he wasn’t within earshot Jimin would be laughing with the girl and enjoying her company. As it was, Namjoon was territorial and Jimin knew better. Once he finished cooking, Jimin left them to eat and took his own plate to the guest house next door. While eating, Namjoon asked Y/n about her book and she asked him about his library. Happily, he realized that it was becoming easier to have a casual conversation between them. Other conversations had been charged and full of pressure. Maybe she was beginning to forget that his end goal was to get her to sleep with him. She was even beginning to smile at him.

Dinner ended too soon and then he was sending Y/n up to get ready for bed, with himself sitting down to a mountain of paperwork. He didn’t even mind. He had had a perfect day. His only regret is that he hadn’t gotten the chance to kiss her again. God, he wanted to kiss her again.

The bedroom was dark and cool. Y/n had apparently opened the window before laying down to sleep. Namjoons mouth twitched up at the view of her burrowed beneath the blankets. Her soft breathing and the chirp of crickets filled the room in harmony. Quietly he shut the door, but she didn’t stir. Surprising that she felt so comfortable in his bed after last night.

He crept over to her and stood by the bed, looking down at her sweatshirt and pants clad body. Sure, it was chilly outside, but he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that she continued to wear the heavy clothes because of the temperature. No matter how happy she was in his library and no matter how much she allowed him to kiss her, she was still afraid of him and his advances. 

Sighing in impatience, Namjoon silently walked to the closet and changed for bed. Then, he rejoined Y/n at the bed, lifting the covers and sliding in beside her.

“Namjoon?” She murmured, tilting her head in his direction. His heart pounded at her acceptance of his presence. The sound of his name coming from her hoarse voice made the blood rush to a particular part of his body. How he was going to manage sleeping next to her, he had no idea.

He froze, waiting for her to yell at him for joining her in the bed, but she just drifted back to the unconscious. 

Months ago, when he saw her for the first time, she took his breath away. His body screamed at him to go to her, but he refused. He kept tabs on her, never making a move, but never having the strength to release her. Eventually, he decided that if he could just be with her, have her all to himself, just for a little while, his obsession would fade. He could focus on his work and dream without seeing her face. Jungkook’s deal gave him the perfect opportunity. The fates were saying ‘Here you go. She’s all yours. Help yourself.’ He would finally be able to breathe and have her out his senses. All he had to do was pay 500,000 dollars.

But now, laying with her in the dark. Head spinning. Heart pounding. Namjoon knew he was completely and totally wrong. Being with her for a week wasn’t clearing his fascination with Y/n. It was only growing. Soon enough and he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

A smile etched itself onto Namjoons face. It was going to be a long night.

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

notch | i

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: angst

Tags: unrequited!AU, college!AU, f2f!AU

Warnings: language, mentions of mature content

A/N: i’m back i’m stressed i like writing. i wrote this a while ago, will probably turn it into a series if i ever get around to finishing it. 

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Synopsis: early morning calls. picking him up from some stranger’s house after a few bad decisions. the torment of loving someone who was incapable of loving you back. those two small words create such a large chasm between the two of you. but hey, what were best friends for? 

I got the text early in the morning. Early like 03:27 in the morning. Rolling over in bed, I glared angrily at the unwelcome brightness of my phone screen. A scoff left my lips when I read the text; of course the morning before school started would be another one of those mornings with Jungkook. 

“That dumb fuck…” I grumbled while rubbing the remaining sleep out of my eyes and rolled out of bed. I groaned, stretching my hands high over my head to stretch out the tired, stiff joints that inhabited my body. Sighing, I stumbled into a pair of pajama shorts and clumsily pulled one of Jungkook’s oversized crewnecks over my head. 

There were worse things that could happen, I mused unhappily to myself. He could be driving home intoxicated. He could have gotten in a car crash. He could be beaten up by the side of a road, half dead and bleeding out. However, the sour, disappointed lull between heartbeats reminded me that no, nothing was worse than being stuck in the friendzone, picking him up in the early morning after each of his overnight rendezvous with an assortment of the worst girls. 

Slinging my hair up into a ponytail, I slid my feet into my favorite pair of old vans, grabbed my keys and slipped back into the quite literal cold, harsh reality. I plugged the location Jungkook sent me into my phone and twisted the key in the ignition. The steady vibration of the car’s engine brought me back to the present and further permeated the bitter irritation coursing through my body. Humming along with the sad love songs stuck in my head, I studied the glaring facade of the lonely stoplights surrounding me. The deep indigo of the clouds floating above me only darkened my mood. 

Love was quite the burden, I thought to myself. There was just something so… vexatious when loving someone that had no capacity of loving you back. But what was I to do when in reality, I had no control over my best friend’s romantic - or lack thereof - life. 

A familiar dialing tone broke through my reverie and drew my attention back to my cellular device. Loved dearly and something of a sepia-d memory, Jungkook’s caller ID popped onto my dimly lit screen. Withholding the sigh waiting to pass my lips, I watched at the phone ring a couple more times before pressing ‘accept’. 

"Jungkook," I mumbled through the phone. "Which apartment are you coming out of? I'm stopped outside of the complex."

“I’ve never heard a sweeter sound,” he chuckled lowly ignoring my actual question. The shuffle of clothing through the speaker only encouraged the bile building in the back of my throat and I was again reminded of why I was here in the first place. 

The frown etched itself deeper into my face as I responded. “The hum of my loud 2009 Chevy Aveo engine and the sleep deprived, deeply irritated voice of your best friend here to pick you up at 3 in the morning after your 3rd one night stand in the past two weeks? I find that hard to believe, dumbass. Especially after what apparently just happened in there.” Irritation oozed from my words and I made no move to shield it. 

“Aww come on, Y/N,” Jungkook hummed, relief flooding me when the sound of a door opening and closing played through the phone. “It’s not like I was planning on this happening again…”

All that left my lips was a disbelieving scoff. Glancing up at the apartment complex, I spotted a familiar figure descending the stairs on the third floor. 

“Y/N,” Jungkook spoke, louder this time so to combat the whisper of the autumn wind. “I’m hanging up now, I see your car.”

With that the call ended and I watched as my best friend’s figure neared the car. A simple black zip - up hoodie zipped up halfway hung loosely about his frame left a sliver of his toned torso out for admiration and the disheveled hair peeking out from under the hood softened my frown slightly. White washed denim joggers sat low on his hips and hugged his body in all the right ways. Balled in his left hand was a bundle of white and black cotton. His shirt and boxers no doubt. 

Reaching across the vacant passenger seat, I unlocked the door as he approached and the impish grin that graced his innocent face had me rolling my eyes. It was too ironic to be coincidental, that such a soft face could hide such a broken, lost fuckboy.

“Hey Y/N.” His post-sex voice sounded tired and fucked out beyond belief and for a brief moment, I pitied the poor, clueless girl that would wake up alone in the morning.  

“Hey kiddo,” I simpered, playful smile hiding the concern and irritation washing about in the pit of my stomach as he climbed into the passenger seat. “You sound tired as fuck.”

“Hmm... Probably more so than you.” He shot me a look I couldn’t decipher and tossed his shirt and boxers in the back. “I don’t think I’ll ever go from the gym to a party again.” 

I hummed in acknowledgement, focus more on the well-being of my best friend than the road. He sighed deeply, sliding his hood off and leaned his head against the window. Waves of exhaustion rolled off his body. A song popped into my mind and I spoke suddenly. 

“Jungkook,” I murmured, the falling moon and darkness of the sky reminding me of how late it was. The weight of his gaze on me transferred to my phone when I tossed it into his lap. “Open spotify, yeah?” 

“Okay… it’s opened.” 

Lyrics sat impatiently on my tongue before I had even told him what to type. 

“Search niki. N - I - K - I. Then just hit shuffle play.”

The silence that hung between us while he spelled out the artist’s name was not one begging to be filled and we sat in companionable silence. Finally at a stoplight, I paused to glance over my best friend. His bottom lip remained stuck between his teeth. Though tired, his deep brown eyes focused in on the screen of my phone. A vermillion glow washed over the two of us, kissing his exposed collarbones and hiding the flush dusting my cheeks. 

The light turned green and we were off as the bittersweet verses of ‘Warpaint’ slid out of the car speakers as an aesthetic white noise. I watched quietly as Jungkook’s eyelids fought to stay open before finally sliding closed, a melancholic feeling settling over my heart. The faux smile I had present fell back into a frown and I released the heavy exhale I had withheld for so long. 

Ever since high school, he had been jumping from girl to girl the numbers quickly racking up from two to three to five to six girlfriends a year. I watched from the sidelines, always there as a shoulder to cry on, a shield from other girls, a wall flower he’d leave alone for a couple months while he fucked around. For years I had fought the feelings off every time they surface, knowing I was nothing more than a friend, around only for him to come back to when the hidden emotions he refused to show got the best of him. 

Shooting a sideways glance over at Jungkook, I let my eyes travel briefly over his tired body. The breath entered and exited his lips slowly, steadily, almost in sync with the beat of my heart. I began to take a right at the intersection onto the street that led to his apartment when he reached out suddenly and stopped me. His warm, calloused hand closed over my cold, sweater paws and effectively halted the car. My gaze shot up to his.

“No- wait,” he groaned, blinking blearly and pushing himself back into a sitting position. “Can… Can I stay over tonight?” 

Still stopped in the middle of the intersection, I gazed at his deflated figure… ‘No’ would have been the right answer in a situation like this. No. You can’t stay over. No. You can’t encourage the feelings I do have for you. No. You don’t understand what staying over is going to do for my heart.

Immediately the ‘yes’ slithered through my lips before my mind processed the weight of the situation. After all, he did have a dresser of stuff over at my apartment and the guest room was hardly ever occupied. 

“Sure.” 

A grateful smile graced his lips and he retracted his hand from mine. 

“Thank you, __...” he mumbled. “God, you know you’d make the best girlfriend in the world, right?” 

The offhand comment threw a poison tipped dagger straight through my heart and the breath I had been trying to take caught in my throat before he resituated himself against the car door and added, 

“I guess that makes me lucky you’re my best friend.” 

Deep, devious, and devilish, the darkness concealed the hurt masked in my eyes and Jungkook shot me a playful smile, ignorant to the fact the smile I offered back did not reach my eyes.

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your index finger jolts nervously on the table.

there is something so disquieting about an early morning at the library: the dull ticking of a distant clock, intermittent beeping from a printer that sits behind the front desk, how the metal doorway sharply squeaks whenever it’s pushed open, the faint streaks of sunlight glowing just below the thick curtains.

every little noise is amplified, and despite there being probably four other people in the library - including the receptionist - you cannot emerge from this slightly horrifying notion that someone could hear the sticky sound of joshua slowly fingering you open at the very back of the room.

he’s your chemistry tutor, and additionally, the key to you passing your upcoming titration assessment. however, joshua has rather unorthodox methods of studying, and you quickly discovered that behind his honeyed voice and the dreams in his eyes, he is downright cruel.

in the beginning, he was satisfied with pressing a simple vibrator against your clit through the thin cotton of your underwear, feeling your warm thighs cushion tightly around his wrist as you spluttered out a summary of the lesson. if you were able to survive a session without coming, then you knew your reward.

he gave exceptional oral, the kind where your eyes roll back into your skull and your entire body seizes uncontrollably in unprecedented surges of pleasure. he always swirled his tongue at the right moment, and had learned there was no better weakness than his lips gently suckling your bud between his teeth.

eventually, joshua grew bored of the vibrator. he moved your tutoring sessions from his apartment to the campus library (which is where he truly has his fun).

“if you have an acid as your unknown concentration, you need to create what solution?” he says to you so casually, as though his hand hasn’t flipped up your skirt, his index and middle finger sinking deeper into your heat.

your skin feels illuminated in tendrils of fire. it’s already obscene enough to be seated at the library with no goddamn underwear, and you know you’re one wrong answer away from a devious punishment. his eyes are rimmed gold with excitement as his thumb brushes down sternly on your sensitive clit.

somehow, you manage to unearth the reply he was looking for.

“a b-base titrant,” you fumble, his thumb then rubbing in soft circles, “u-using the two point zero mols of h-hydroxide p-pellets. you’ll need to f-find i-its mass.”

he practically purrs at seeing you fight so hard to stay composed, making sure to wriggle his fingers until they’re stuffed to the knuckle and you have to lean your head down to hide a flustered expression. there’s shuffling emanating from a few shelves down, and joshua suddenly lowers his voice.

“you’re close aren’t you, baby? the way you’re clenching down so fucking tight around my fingers, i know you want to come. poor thing, so wet and desperate.”

the shuffling draws closer for a moment, presumably a student scanning for a book, and you can hardly breathe. but joshua isn’t phased or deterred. in fact, he begins a steady rhythm of thrusting his digits in and out of your opening, the shallow, sloppy noises of your slick growing embarrassingly louder.

you reach for his determined wrist, nails sinking individual crescent moons into the tanned skin. either one of two things are going to happen. one: you’ll have to muffle your cries into his shoulder as your come floods his fingers and wets your skirt, to which joshua’s disappointment will eternally scold you.

or two: you’re able to hold off until he asks you another question.

if you even make it to option two, you doubt your mind will possess the capacity for irrational thought, and in a split second you’ll choke up some completely incorrect answer that warrants him to amp up the difficulty of your session. his fingers are harshly pumping into you at this point. fuzzy spots blur your vision.

however, the shuffling has subsided, sweat beads your temple like liquid jewels, and before you can process that you miraculously haven’t buckled yet, joshua is flipping his notebook to ask yet another question. your subtle breaths fan against his neck. your core is now empty as his palm cups your sex instead.

“you use a volumetric pipette to measure ten milliliters of the unknown into your beaker. you begin titrating, but you’ve gone past your endpoint. what’s the procedure?”

your body is thrumming dramatically with need. almost incoherently, you mumble an, “i-i don’t know, josh. e-everything hurts.”

he pecks your forehead as a form of sweet encouragement, “yes you do. c’mon, just focus a little bit more baby, then i’ll let you come, alright?”

you’re definitely focusing, you’re definitely thinking, but not about the titration procedure. it’s still early morning and library activity is lethargic. sensitivity is blooming inside you. understandably, you cannot shake the bliss you almost tasted mere minutes beforehand. it’s daring, but you’re far too needy.

joshua’s eyes widen as you get up from your chair and quickly sit, facing him, in his lap. your fingers, shakier than frail, autumn leaves, fiddle with his belt in a hasty attempt to remove it. joshua’s hands fall to your hips, lending a slight squeeze, his surprised expression morphing into something that flickers darkly.

you free his cock and position yourself above him. your heart is pounding in your chest with the strength of a thunderbolt, your blood crackling at the immorality of what you’re engaging in. slowly, you sink down, down, down, until he’s full and throbbing inside of you, his cheeks the colour of strawberries.

“f-fuck– oh ff-fuck, babygirl, you f-feel so fucking good, s-so good–, ” joshua stumbles in his hushed, velvet voice, his adam’s apple sharply bopping.

“i k-know i have to study for this assessment,” you grunt in his ear, inhaling the fresh scent of his skin and slipping a hand through his black, silk tresses, “but i really, really need you right now.”

maybe it’s not the wisest idea to ride joshua at the back of the library, but at this point, you’re far from caring, and something tells you he feels the same way as he harshly swallows back his moans with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

[wordstrings]

Soft Spots for a Fiend

written and submitted by goo!anon:

[[ A/N: Hello! I’m fairly new with writing these certain type of fics, but I sure did try my best! I’ve been inspired by @wordstrings for a while and the most current Good Omens piece urged me to be creative. I’ve decided to create something of my own, this little fic right here. Thank you <3  ─ goo!anon]]

Wordcount: 1,731

[Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley]

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E♭ D D ─  E♭ D D  ─  E♭ D D … 

The very beginning of Mozart’s Symphony #40 in G Minor, K 550. Who could fail to recognize the tune? It was a rather ingenious piece, to say the least, especially for its time period; and yet, most people seem to recall The Magic Flute in a more fond manner.

T’was a pity that this particular work playing in the bookstore was being so rudely howled over by a certain bleach blonde angel. Completely under the mercy and overzealous expression of his best friend, Aziraphale’s panicked and forced grin spread painfully from cheek to cheek.

“My word angel, you’ve gone and flushed that little face of yours,” a voice purred out from above the angel. “You’ve got to admit, you did tempt me with how coy you can be. Don’t take me for a fool, love. I won’t turn down the chance to exploit a weakness.”

Crowley seemingly held nothing but pure schadenfreude in his heart for his opposite, as this was quite the predicament he had gotten himself into. Under the body of a full grown man with ridiculously powerful legs just to keep one little angel from slipping away. Still, one could say it was all in good fun; it was clear the angel was enjoying himself - otherwise, he would’ve demanded Crowley to stop. Not to say that he would stop, but that’s beside the point.

While the demon’s spiel allowed Aziraphale some reprieve from the torture he had briefly been exposed to, the hands latched tightly around his sides still reminded him of the situation at hand. He will be tickled and it will suck … That’s what his human senses told him anyways.

“Y-you cannot be serious, Crowley. You sincerely let my joke about your potential “goodness” push you over the edge like this? This is a personal attack - I just poked a bit of fun at you and in turn, you literally poked ME instead! I promise, you’re not a soft demon, and you’re not a good pers-” 

The swift movement of pinching and prodding fingers traveling rapidly up and down his sides cut him off abruptly, leaving Aziraphale to shriek out his remaining breath. Twisting and contorting under the firm hold of the demon, his laughter had spiked in volume as devilish fingers worked their way up into the angel’s pitifully defended underarms.

“What a keen observation, Aziraphale. Perhaps you can file that memo of yours into a safe place and call upon it for moments like these. Now, tell me . . Would a good person ever do this?” Crowley punctuated by firmly drilling his trapped thumbs into the other’s armpits.

Tossing his head back against the carpet both of them had been “wrestling” on, Aziraphale’s wide open grin allowed full-bodied laughter to spill past his straining vocal cords. Arching backward to try and release himself from the unforgiving grip of Crowley’s legs, his boisterous laughter had gained a frantic edge to it.

“P-plehehease! C-Crowley I d-dohon’t knohow if I cahan take thiiIIIIIS ANYMORE!” Aziraphale cackled, which was a direct result of the demon picking up speed in the abuse of the weakened angel’s armpits. While time spent together had been fun after the impending Armageddon business was settled, Aziraphale would never have imagined that this would be included in the “get-together(s)” package.

“Oh puh-lease, angel. Spare me the utter drama and take it like the little soldier you’re supposed to be. Don’t tell me your undoing will be from a little tickling?”

“N-nohoHOHObodY CAHAHAAN Behe S-SUHUHURE,” The blonde sputtered out, clearly discombobulated by the devious and seemingly endless onslaught of his underarms and upper ribs. “WHAahaAhT if I doOHO COME unDOHONE?”

Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Crowley finally slipped his hands free from the angel’s pits, earning a relieved gasp for oxygen that he most likely didn’t need ─ Human-ish bodies are needy, you know?

“My goodness, “ Aziraphale huffed and reached up to wipe the sweat that had beaded over his forehead. “You didn’t have to torture me like that, nevermind violate such a susceptible and defenseless area!”

“Oi, quit your whinin’, angel. My kind isn’t supposed to lighten the blows of attacks - we go straight for the kill. If my ‘kindness’ eludes me, you’d better be grateful that I stopped.” Crowley playfully sneered, attempting to free the angel beneath him by slightly shuffling backward, but still careful to keep the blonde on the ground.

“Lighten the blows? Your kindness? That’s what you call kindness? Tickling a man half to tears? I’d surely teach you a real lesson in kindness before I believe a single word of that childish description of your blackened morality.”

As soon as Aziraphale finished the jab at his friend, Crowley’s sneer dropped into something initially distressing. He deadpanned. Almost frowned. His expression was near impossible to read completely with those damn glasses in the way. Aziraphale paused in his efforts to escape, afraid he might have actually damaged his best friend’s feelings.

Almost reaching a hesitant hand out to the demon, Aziraphale’s brows furrowed in compassion and concern. “Crowley, are you alright? I apologize if that was too harsh, but I thought you weren’t one for being g- “

In an instant, the red-headed demon quickly grasped Aziraphale’s hand and pulled him forward, enveloping the angel into a ridiculously tight bear hug. At first, he thought the action to be rather loving and sweet, but positivity soon drowned into impending fear when he felt Crowley’s hands ever-so-slightly twitch in the middle of his back where the mantle of his wings would be.

Letting out a genuine gasp of horror, the angel quickly realized the situation he was coaxed into. That sly bastard played with his emotions and now he was going to pay. Dearly.

“My dear little angel Zira,” Crowley practically hissed the nickname into Aziraphale’s ear, causing his face to burst into brilliant shades of red. “I’m afraid you’ve made a grave error in your decision here. My graciousness and mercy are so rare these days, don’t you think? How unfortunate of you to take that for granted.”

Aziraphale could perfectly hear his friend in the ear he sweetly mumbled into, but the pounding of his heart just seemed all too loud and booming to properly process what was going to happen to him.

“I-I didn’t mean to -” Aziraphale choked.

“Ooh, of course, you didn’t mean to slip past your last chance at freedom! Still, I must admit it’s pretty ballsy of you to accept your fate with ‘open arms’ so to speak, eh?” 

Crowley pressed his grin against the blistering hot skin of the angel’s neck, causing Aziraphale to suppress a surprised chuckle at the unexpected cold sensation. The demon spoke up, seemingly for the last time before all hell broke loose. 

“Little angel .. I’m afraid even God can’t help you here.”

Before Aziraphale could even get a word in edgewise, familiar demonic fingers vibrated and kneaded into the base of his wings in a way that shouldn’t have been cosmically legal. Shrieking, the angel laughed himself into self-induced hysteria. It was all too fast, too sudden, and too much. In a failed attempt to free himself, Aziraphale wrapped himself tighter into the hug he was trapped in out of sheer panic.

The attack on his wings seemed to go on for ages, especially when his physical wings managed to make a sudden appearance from the unexpected foreign touch. Nothing but prying fingers at the base of his wings, torturing the smaller, new feathers. Nothing but the scratching of his sensitive skin underneath the thick fluff of downy feathers.

Nothing but the seemingly eternal torment at the hands of his hellish comrade.

─ 

Surprisingly, it eventually did come to a stop; something that the angel was deeply grateful for. As soon as Aziraphale screamed into the throes of ongoing silent laughter and tears, Crowley took it upon himself to grant his friend official mercy.

Crowley had been holding onto Aziraphale for the remainder of his cool-down, unsure if he should even part with him so soon after what he put his friend through. Sitting in silence (albeit the sound of Aziraphale catching his breath and relaxing was evident), Crowley reluctantly pulled away from the pleasantly teary-eyed angel, leaning back on his palms properly drink in the sight of his incapacitated angel. Miraculously enough, both beings practically beamed at each other, aside from Crowley’s goofy smirk. 

“Good Lord, you’ve proven your point. You’d put Lucifer and his awful deeds to shame if all of Heaven knew what you just did to me.” Aziraphale muttered dramatically, rolling his eyes and wiping away the tears of mirth that remained on his face.

“I’m glad we’ve come to a proper agreement now. I’m a damn good demon and rightfully so - one willing enough to tug on the wings of an angel.” Crowley stated, puffing his chest out in a show of victory and superiority. 

A firm push was bestowed upon the redhead, followed by a raspy chuckle from the man that delivered it. “Very well then, Crowley. I will admit, you’re a . . damn good demon indeed, tormenting me like that. Perhaps you can use this victory over an angel as something to tell your Head Department after they come looking for you in a few centuries?” Aziraphale mocked, standing up straight to properly brush himself off and fix the lapels of his coat jacket.

“We both know how you tend to stretch the truth, so why not entertain them with your ventures.” The angel spoke in a smug manner, but not hesitating to hold out a hand to assist his partner. “Who knows? Maybe you can call them about it tonight to get a good word in for yourself too. We can discuss it over dinner, my treat.” 

Crowley was about to get up from the floor, but hesitated at the sight of the angel’s outstretched palm. “ . . You’re too good to me, angel.” He reached out and firmly held on to his hand, lifting himself off of the carpeted flooring and guiding Aziraphale to the door once he was planted on his feet.

“Far too good for me.“ Crowley smiled warmly at the angel, taking him up on the offer for a free meal he probably wouldn’t even eat. "You’d think I was a fool to resist such temptation.”

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Publisher’s note: aaaaAAAAAAAA I love this so much! I’m always a sucker for hysteria-inducing wingpit tickles. ;)

[sungxmin]

Could you write a one shot or drabble about sneakily teasing Young K in front of the guys, until he just can't take it anymore?

» pairing; young k x reader» genre; PWP / lil fluff» word count; 2.5k» warnings; cursing, edging, handjob, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, dirty talk, spanking if you squint, dom young k (bless) 

It could have been the ennui state currently residing in you that created a keen feeling to do something rousing, such as disturbing your peaceful boyfriend. Or maybe you knew the outcome of your antics would be so gratifying that you had to test the waters.

With those devious thoughts in mind and a hidden smirk on your face, you kept up the excessive banter with Young K while his bandmates observed in amusement.

“You know I don’t like that name, ___.” he sighed, fingers at his temples as he looks at you unimpressed.

“But it’s your name, everyone calls you that! Especially Jae,” you stifled a laugh when you saw the motley-haired male gape at you.

“What did I do? I’m enjoying my pizza goddamn.” Jae says, disbelief cladding his words.

“Yeah yeah, you’re not innocent.”  your reply caused Jae to put one hand dramatically over his chest.

“I’m offended by that.”

“I don’t want either of you calling me Brian. It’s Young K or Younghyun, okay?” Young K turned his head to glance at you– sitting about two feet away from him with an innocent smile. “Okay,” you said sweetly and the second he looked away, you muttered “Brian” loud enough for him and Sungjin, who took comfort on the floor in front of you, to hear. Young K clicked his teeth and pivoted his head towards you, a death glare speaking all the words for him.

“Oh lighten up you big baby,” you picked up a cushion from the couch you both were on and aimed it right at his glower. All the others in the room started cackling. “I was only joking with you.” its true, you were getting off with Young K for the past ten minutes, but it was all because you wanted to rile him up.

You knew he never liked it when you would tease him in front of the guys (or anyone). However, the punishment that usually follows after is what makes you so damn playful. You recalled a few days ago when you were being bratty with Young K and he didn’t hesitate for one second to fix your attitude.

Bit of a deviant you were because you wanted him to be rough with you so bad that you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him while the guys are present.

You noticed how Young K leaned on the armrest of the couch, his head propped up by one hand while his intense stare was unyielding. And a smirk? Why did he look so smug? Like he knew what you were trying to do and it wasn’t going to faze him anymore.

Then Wonpil suggested a movie to which everyone agreed after settling on something the majority wanted to watch. The lights turned off and you all gathered around the illuminated screen. Jae moved from his previous position to take a spot on the couch.

You scooted to Young K’s side, grabbing a blanket to spread across both of your curled up bodies. He wasn’t focusing on you anymore, his head turned straight and you missed his attention on you.

So you put your head on his chest, seemingly pure actions until Young K inhaled keenly when he felt your hand slide under the blanket and rest above his groin. He glanced sideways to see you fascinated with the tv.

Your fingers traced small patterns over his sweats then feeling bold, you slipped past the cotton material and suppressed your sneer as you felt Young K’s breath quickened. He knew exactly what you were doing now and damn was it turning him on.

“___, I suggest you stop.” Young K whispered in a staid tone but you knew he struggled to say that. He would always relish the feeling of your hand wrapped perfectly around his cock as you brought him over that glorious edge.

But now wasn’t the time for that. Not with his friends around. They could accidentally see what you were doing to him and tease the hell out of him until he dies of embarrassment.

In spite of his words, you continued to palm him over his shorts, goading him till he has to maneuver his thumb into his mouth to bite on. Taking it a step further, you were about to go past the restricting material around his waist but Young K’s hand over yours halted your actions, his lips lowered down to meet with your ear. “If you don’t knock it off, you’re going to regret it.” The astuteness of his voice sent a wave of arousal through you.

You were so needy for him that the kindling fire in your abdomen shoots right between your legs. Then you turned your head towards Young K and the lust in his dark orbs enmeshed with an expression that said ‘Don’t test me.’

Fuck, you could practically taste the punishment he most certainly had in store for you.

But of course, you were not going to heed his warning. Testing your faith, you continued your movements, going past the rim of his shorts and withdrawing his already hard dick. Young K turned his head away from you, shutting his eyes and letting out a small snicker as he does so.

He figured you were going to blatantly disobey him all while the others were there and he was just inching in anticipation for the movie to end. You smirked to yourself as you felt his hips buck up in a stuttered motion like he was seeking greater pleasure in your slow strokes.

It was so lewd, risky, doing this with others nearby. The thought of getting caught sprouted adrenaline through your veins, tempting your movements to speed up. Young K clenched his eyes shut, repressing the vocal urge to express how good that felt. One measly slip and it’s over.

Though at this point, all he cared about was reaching that blissful high. But he couldn’t with you teasing him. Each time you felt his cock twitch, you’d free him from your grasp and only lightly glide your finger up and down his length. Enough to send beatific electrifying pulses throughout his nerves but nowhere near enough to make him cum.

You were aware how swollen his tip got, begging for a release you would not give him. Young K had just about fucking had it with you. From when you kept mocking him to now edging him like the tease you are, he snapped inside. He pushed your hand away, putting his hard dick back inside his clothes.

His actions momentarily confusing you until he jumped to his feet and pulled you up at the same time.

“___ said that she’s tired so we’re gonna go.” Young K rushed his words, unaware there was a tint of red dusting his cheeks. He didn’t give them much time to reply, already tugging you towards his separate dorm room as the members just stared at each other. Without words, their knowing glances told the other what they were thinking.

Young K yanked you into his room harshly, possessing a carnal mien as he shuts and locks the door behind him. That just created a waterfall between your legs.

He sauntered over to you, his sharp irises espying your reactions as you backed up until the edge of the bed poked the back of your legs. You gulped.

He had you cornered and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t turning you on. Young K lowered his head to place a kiss on the spot below your ear, his voice sounding out in the huskiest, lubricious way. “Why are you still facing me?”

The question seeped through your skin, bringing out the sub in you. Without hesitating, you spun around, the neat bed being the only thing in your view. Young K took a step closer, his chest touching your back and your heart was palpitating.

Young K’s lips pressed against the shell of your ear this time, tracing light kisses from there down to your shoulder blade. “Bend over,” he growled out his command this time, earning complete obedience from you as you did as you were told.

Your back arched as you leaned forward on the bed and stuck your ass out. Young K smirked, loving how compliant you were being for him and only him.

He began to knead your ass in his large hands before smacking one of your cheeks, hard. You whimpered, the burn soon subsiding when Young K massaged over the same area he manhandled.

“You were so bad today baby, now tell me why.”

You didn’t answer, earning another smack but on a different spot. “Fuck, I was bored.” you choked out an excuse, not wanting another sting on your ass, only wanting him to fuck you already.

And you were shocked, thinking he accepted your answer when you felt your pants being dragged down and discarded of.

“Bored? That’s the best you can come up with?” he says as he spreads your legs and drags his middle finger up and down your clothed pussy.

He muttered out a curse, feeling how soaked you got even through your panties. You arched your back more, craving more contact. “Younghyun…” you mewl in a weak tone but he ignored you, thinking more of how he was going to wreck your shit.

“You’re such a liar,” he brought the damp material down past your hips. It fell to your ankles and you stepped out of them. “Touching me like that in front of the other guys…” his voice was lower but the stern tone he had this whole time was never fading. “I shouldn’t even fuck you.”

His reply evoked a whine from you. You pushed yourself back, finding his crotch and started grinding against him, hoping this would make up for the words you did not want to speak.

But it wasn’t that easy. It never was with him. No matter how embarrassed or fucked out you were, he wouldn’t continue until you open your mouth and ask him to. And he’d make sure you were loud and clear.  

He could so easily get off on you begging.

You said his name in a murmur, craving for him to fill you up.

“You desperately want to feel me inside you, huh? Isn’t that the reason for your naughty behavior,” Although he answered for you, he still didn’t touch you as you pined for. You huffed, knowing that you could only get what you desired if you spoke. “Y-Yes.” That unintended stutter made you blush so hard you wanted to hide your face in the mattress.

“Speak up.”

You bit back your dignity, screaming out a proper yes as he wanted. Content with your response, Young K jerked the balmy shirt over his head and stripped out the rest of his clothing. He pressed the head of his cock at your drenched pussy, not quite putting it in and causing you to grow impatient. Each time you pushed back to seek that delicious stretch, Young K would also pull back, not giving you any form of bliss.

He was teasing you just as you teased him and there was no need to turn your head around to know he was sporting a cocky smirk. “How needy are you babygirl?”

You moaned at the nickname. The word had rolled off his tongue so smoothly, your pussy was throbbing at this point.

“Tell me how much you want it.” The obscenity mixed in with your burning ache to be filled to the brim got to you. Lust diming all your senses. Before you knew it, you were pleading. “Please…I want it so fucking bad.”

“Want what baby?” he continued to tease, his hand on your hip creating a tight grip and the other had his cocking prodding at your entrance.

“Your dick! Damn, please fuck me Younghyun.” As you wished, Young K’s hips snapped into you and you cried out as his cock brushed against your walls. There was so much force in his thrusts as he pushed all of himself in to pull back with only the tip nestled in your pussy, making you feel empty before driving forward again. You felt like you had the wind knocked out of you, your arms struggling to keep your face from falling into the mattress.

“Such a naughty girl…” Young K grunted, using both hands on your waist to control how you take his dick, “such dirty words.”

Even though he would gladly continue teasing you until the next day, he couldn’t wait. You had him so fucking hard that he couldn’t resist burying his dick deep inside you.

You moan out a response, your head falling forward as you felt your release coming close. “So–MMH–good.” You were already so blissed out you couldn’t form coherent sentences.

“What was that?” Young K punctuated his words with particularly hard thrusts.

“It fe-feels so good I’m gon–gonna-” You didn’t finish, your pussy clenching around his dick as you came.

Young K cursed at how tight you felt when your orgasm hit. He pulled out for a second, flipping you around so your back met with the bed and he rammed into you again. The sensitivity causing you to squirm under him but the new position allowed him to go deeper.

He was fucking you into the mattress until he realized you were up til now wearing your shirt.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing this?” He said before grabbing the bottom of your top and pulling it off you all while never ceasing the pace of his relentless thrusts. You weren’t wearing a bra and he cupped your breast with one hand, kneading it gently while the other stayed at your hip.

He took in the new sight, your head was thrown back, hands gripping the sheets of the bed beneath you, breasts bouncing in the rhythm of his dick pounding your pussy. And the crude sound of skin slapping. His own release was approaching.

Young K descended his head to connect his lips to your neck, sucking and biting new bruises on your skin like the ones on your hips and ass weren’t enough.

A second orgasm steadily builds up inside you. Then Young K’s thumb on your clit drawing rough figure eights is what finally wheedles you into coming undone again, moaning his name as you do so. Young K groaned upon feeling you clench around him once more, his thrusts grew sloppy as he came inside you.

He made sure to pump out all his hot seed in your cunt before pulling out. A sheen of sweat coated your bodies. Young K joined you on the bed, laying on his side and pulling your tired body into his by your waist. He gently kissed your forehead.

“Can you not touch my dick in front of the guys again?” He nudged with a smile but there was some seriousness in his words.

“I make no promises.” You replied with a cheeky grin. Young K rolled his eyes at you, already knowing you were going to try that shit again. Nevertheless, he still kissed your lips with tender and you melted right in your spot.