#not because you've added sex into it cause you can in fact do that. its just people don't know how. its a careful & difficult process

[textualviolence]

okokokok you know what. the lesbian label fits me best specifically because i hate romance & falling in love i think all that shit's stupid. The only thing thats worth it in life is having a tension filled two-little-girls-on-the-playground-pretending-to-be-horses level intensity friendship where basically no words or outside concepts exist beside the deep fascination and kinship you have with another human being & its a friendship to the outside world but on the inside its an unspeakable understanding of self & other with no limits or boundaries as to the aspects that are concealed and revealed and the kind of intimacy that is possible & the only rule is having fun and keeping up the synchronicity thats vibrating between your two spirits. Sorry if that makes me sound like a cringe hippe but genuinely people who are like i wanna fall in looooove im like your desires are lame & small and i pity you. Romance-love is inferior to playground bff friendship-love in every way but we live in a society that does everything to hide this fact from people....why.....

[littledamadelfuego]

hello!. i hope you can help me this synastry chart with my bf. it’s my first relationship and step into a hard, karmic one. it’s long distance- makes everything harder. we started our relationship online- when we first met it was out of world. I fell in love with him the way I see him, I can't stop getting excited next to him for a second. Wherever, whatever we're doing, I just want to look at him, touch him - or him touching me. There were many times that I wanted to run away from the intensity of my feelings - I even ghosted him. I've noticed more than once - he lives more intensely these feelings. he is more jealous and obsessive. Especially after we have sex- he gets more obsessed. Long story short I am suffering what aspects can cause this?

Hello, thank you for your question!

So, just as a disclaimer I am not an asteroid astrologer-- but I am also going to tell you that there is so much going on here that you really don't even need them to see what may be causing all of this, but I'm sure that they are only adding to everything else that's going on here.

The first thing that I would immediately notice is how your 8th and 12th houses are overlayed. These are both very deep and intimate houses and not only are yours overlaying but you've got a Sun, Moon, and Mars conjunction happening here, and to further magnify the intensity this is all happening in Scorpio!!!

I can see why this is so magnetic because with your joint Scorpio placements (I am a Scorpio stellium myself, so I want to share where exactly I'm speaking from) you two are both inclined to crave a deep & passionate relationship in some way, particularly the individual with the Moon & Mars in Scorpio-- these are both emotional planets-- and the fact that they are sitting on the other's Sun, this implies that there is an emotional understanding as well as a physical understanding. Sun-Mars aspects can represent a strong, but volatile attraction as well.

Of course, with this all happening in the 8H it shows that sex is highly integral to this relationship, and for the 8H sun, I think this can be addictive because anything related to the 8H will help the Sun person feel purposeful, and I can definitely see this as not being able to keep ones hands from another.

More so, as the Mars person has their natal Mars in the 12H the 8H sun person is likely bringing out a side of the Mars persons sexuality that they didn't even know they had--- very addicting & potentially dangerous as well.

There is also a mutual Mars-Sun connection with the Pisces Sun & Virgo Mars--Mars has the tendency to make the Sun person chase them (think of the Sun as ego, and Mars as ones physicality/sexuality-- sometimes the sun person can view the mars person as a conquest-- you have mutual Mars-Sun aspects so this may go back and forth), and this is passionate/indicates but is even more volatile than the conjunction, which can already be volatile on its own.

There are also so many physical attraction aspects, on top of the Sun-Mars conjunction/opposition, you have mutual Venus in the 1H which indicates finding each other beautiful/attractive, the Sun square Venus can also indicate attraction.

& then you both have fire Venus' which further amplifies that you two need passion and fun in a relationship so the back and forth will make this even more addicting for fire Venus placements!

Overall, there is a very Martian theme to this relationship (especially with the Scorpio & Aries placements), so there is likely to be a lot of intensity, and passion-- but Mars is double-sided-- as are the 8th & 12th house so at times this intensity may be volatile, and yes, the definite potential to be toxic, but the Scorpio sides of you are going to find it hard to leave toxicity completely alone.

Your mutual suns in the 12H would tell me that this relationship has a karmic element and you all may have the potential to bring out sides in one another that you are not particularly fond of.

Honestly, you have so many passionate aspects in this synastry I'm not sure I touched on all of them here, but I tried my best to discuss what stands out to me, so I hope this helps :).

& as always you can receive a full-reading here :)

[intersexfairy]

i have a question that i hope is not too vague to be answered.... if you have a trait that could be considered both within normal variation but also an intersex trait, and that is typically because in the intersex case it is because of an underlying medical reason and inner mechanism, would it not be possible for the case of it that does not have an underlying medical reason to be an intersex trait, mainly when you've had the weird reactions for it that's common from perisex people towards atypical sex traits and have been treated like you're bizarre for it (from medical professionals.....)? even if it technically is "within normal variation" with no medical component to it

(adding that i actually do not know which case it is for me yet and i already know i'm intersex for other reasons but this is just coming off like i have another intersex trait no matter which it is but its confusing since i have no clue if i have the actual medical reason behind it or if maybe just some of the medical professionals i've seen are just inexperienced)

**disclaimer: i am one intersex person. this is my view and other intersex people/communities may view this differently.**

this ask is a little confusing, and i can't really directly say yes or no without knowing what trait(s) you're talking about but... there are intersex people whose physical sex traits fit within the bounds of what's considered "normal," but still have an intersex variation. that intersex variation still impacts how their body functions - it's just to that, as far as appearance goes, it's to a much more subtle degree compared to someone who is visibly intersex (like me). but in someone without an intersex variation, traits within-bounds aren't intersex.. except for when they are. it's not a cut and dry line in the slightest.

i guess an example is me vs. my sister. i don't know if my sister also inherited the intersex variation, but odds are she did. and even though she passes as dyadic, she'd still be intersex. she's still struggled to fit within women's beauty norms, still experiences abnormal periods, will likely have fertility problems, still got (relatively) early puberty and maxed out at 4'11.. she's also hypermobile too (we may have CAH X Syndrome). although, of course, those are all things dyadic women can experience - it's just that if it's caused by an intersex variation, it adds an extra layer to the experience.

what marks intersex people is the fact our bodies (in appearance or function) don't conform to the sex binary and we have some kind of congenital factor that results in said sex variation (and often also reproductive disability). i know this is a medicalized view to some, but for me, it's more about embracing that intersexness is divergent on the axis of sex and ability - we're often not only oppressed for breaking the binary, but because our bodies do not function like dyadic, abled people's do. we face both queerphobia and ableism, due to a root cause (intersex variation/condition). we (as a group) don't have to disconnect ourselves from the "medical" side of our experiences to deserve rights (like, bodily autonomy and not being eugenics'd out of existence).

so yeah. maybe it's intersex, maybe it's not, but no matter what, your experiences are still important. intersex people aren't the only ones who struggle in regards to the binary (or the resulting discrimination and oppression that follows). i hope that, if you want it, you can figure out if you have an intersex variation. although, i will say that not every intersex variation has a diagnostic condition to back it... and sometimes intersex variation is as simple as the trait itself (like, clitoromegaly w/o a clear cause) which can make things even more confusing.

[fangirl-everythang]

Mirrors C.T.H

Summary: Calum and Y/n's schedules haven't lined up in a while. When they finally do, Calum decides to try a reflective persuasion if you will.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Spit, Slapping( well maybe one), Just lots of smut.

Word Count: 2691

A/N: This was inspired by @ContentCalum on Instagram. 10/10 recommend for short blurbs. (ALSO posted on Wattpad)

Can't wait to see you, princess, xxx.

That was the last text I got from Calum after he told me he was coming home. Today was my day off so I spent the day doing some housework. The four of them really do a number when they're together. Recently our schedules haven't been matching and I rarely see him. Just brief periods between my early work schedule and his unpredictable night/ whenever the fuck Michael wakes up studio times haven't left us much time together.

While that's in the oven I can shower. Deciding against pajamas I just grab one of Calums shirts because it smells just like him. Usually, I wouldn't wear a bra but a bralette won't hurt. With the hot steam rolling down the sides of the shower,  I let the water hit my sore muscles. Work has been overly stressful. Between this new launch and creating a new marketing scheme, you would think we were planning the Met Gala. Putting those thoughts work thoughts aside, lathering and scrubbing every area of my body that has seen this house today. Afterward gotta lotion up because ashyness is not an option, sliding on the matching lace panties and Calums shirt that comes down to my mid-thigh.

Going back downstairs to turn the oven off I get started on the sides. Cauliflower mac and cheese isn't as bad as it seems, hopefully. "Duke do you think your daddy will notice?" He looks at me with those cute eyes, not a care in the world, guess not. The sound of the door opening has Duke happily barking and running away from me. Following not too far behind our fury son I see Calum kneel next to Duke.

"Hey Bud, did you miss me?" he asks playfully petting the sweet creature. He cuddles into Calum further when he looks up at me, "Hi princess."

"You know I think it's unfair when you ask Duke does he miss you when I'm standing right here." I grin. He stands up grabbing my waist "Well I know you missed me love." he smiles.

"Did I? You're kind of annoying." He gasps playfully holding his heart. Leaning my head back I reach up to kiss him. He takes his time bringing his lips to mine so I put my hands on his cheek and bring him closer. His soft lips against mine send me into a frenzy. God, I've missed him like crazy. Parting all too soon he leans his forehead on mine. "I love you." he rasps.

"I love you too bub." I grin going back into the kitchen. "Did you want to eat first or?" I ask looking at him questioningly.

"It's 4 pm Y/n." he chuckles. Well, we can eat later then, he concludes.

"Well, it's our first time together in forever, what now?" He has a smirk on his face and reaches for my wrist. "What is it Cal?"  he walks away and up the stairs leaving me to follow him. I should turn the oven off. Glancing over to Duke he's in his little bed laying down. Being so cute I had to take a picture...or three. Taking my time up the stairs to admire the pictures of the cute doggo, "Cal look at these pictures of Du-What are you doing?" He continues to play with the reflective furniture.

"Do you know how good you look in the mirror? I couldn't stop thinking about all the dirty pictures you sent me," He stares at me through the mirror. "You're lucky I wasn't here babygirl." My cheeks flush as he pushes me closer to see our reflections dancing in the mirror with a tight hold on my hips.

"You're my distraction," he whispers as he slowly begins sucking underneath my ear, leaving kisses down my neck. My heart rate increases as his tongue touches a sensitive spot, shivers running down my spine. "As much as I want to tell you how beautiful you are, well you've been a bad girl hmm?" His hand lightly trails across my neck, his eye contact never leaving as he snakes his other hand towards my front over my clothed womanhood. "Answer me." His grip becoming more firm on my neck.

"Yes daddy." he hums in approval as he lifts his shirt above his head exposing his tan torso. "Look at how sexy you are baby." but he didn't seem satisfied when my eyes stay glued to the ground. He could have any girl he wanted and yet he chose me. I'm not skinny whatsoever. I have more tits than ass and rolls for days. The stretchmarks that litter my body don't bother me but most aspects of everything else does. His hand reaches for my hair in a tight fist forcing me to look up at our reflection, my core aching at the sudden pull.  "I'm speaking to you." he says very sternly, "I guess I'll just have to make you listen."

Stripping himself of his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the mirror he opens his legs and pats me over. "Sit." I obey him, anticipation building in my core. His hands roam my body freely lingering wherever they please. He begins attacking my neck slowly dragging his finger across my thigh "Look at you, acting like a good girl hmm?" he moves the cotton fabric up to my waist giving him a view of my panties from the mirror "'gonna be good for daddy?"

I nod silently, he shakes his head in a disapproving manner. "Use your words Love."

"I'll be good for you daddy." he hums in approval, spreading my legs apart. He traces his finger along the outskirts of my panties, my hips thrusting lightly "excited now are we?" he smirks looking at the wet spot through the mirror. Calum slides the thin material to the side, lightly grazing my clit. My eyes momentarily closing at the brief touch before his other calloused hand reaches up, grabbing my jaw, forcing me to to look up. "You're going to watch as I tease your cunt. You're going to cum on my fingers, then you'll watch as I devour your pussy. Close your eyes even once and I'll force another out of you. Got it?" He has a fire blazing behind his golden-brown orbs.

"Yes sir." nodding along as his fingers begin tapping on my clit. "Good girl," he whispers before dipping his middle finger into my sex, the digit easily slipping in. "Nuh that way." he reminds me once more to look up into the mirror. The glass allowing me to see everything at once, the way he looks at me hungrily, his slender finger shining with my arousal. I can see his other hand going to reach for my breast before I feel it, the mere fact causing a moan to leave my lips.

"Awwwe you like watching yourself being played with huh?" he maintains eye contact with me through the mirror, as he adds another finger into my throbbing hole. His length pressing into my back, hardening with every sound from my mouth. "Rub your clit y/n."

My hand following his orders adding more sensation to my building orgasm. The scene before me so pleasingly intimate and erotic.  "Cal I'm goin-" My back arching into him as my orgasm takes complete control of my body, his eyes on me every step of the way.

He brings his fingers to my lips, allowing me to taste myself, whimpering himself when I take his fingers into my mouth, sucking them as if they were his member.  I release them, clean, turning to face him.  "I thought I told you-" I lean forward straddling his waist, kissing him roughly. "I know but I want to please you too Cal." Before he can respond I gently slip off the bed, face to groin. I pull down his boxers just enough to release his straining cock, gently stroking it in my palm.  "Let me take care of you," I smile at him, pressing a kiss to the side of his shaft "Please daddy." He groans, swiping his thumb over my lip and nodding. We've been apart far too long, aching to taste him once more.

I lick his shaft, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, he lets out a sigh of relief, embedding his hand through my hair.  "Mhmmm just like that princess." He moans as I take most of him in my mouth, cupping his balls and pressing my forefinger lightly on the skin between the two. The feeling of him in my mouth forces my mind to wonder about him being inside of me, stretching me in the best of ways, a moan finds its way out from my throat around Calum causing his hips to thrust more. I clench my thighs together to provide some friction for my thoughts, I reach my hand between my legs relieving myself from all the arousal. "Get up." he demands, seeming almost angry. Not wanting to question him I rise confused by the sudden change of tone, knowing better than to say anything.

He removes any fabric left covering my body aggressively, not saying a word.  Pushing me back till my knees cave against the bed causing me to fall back onto our shared mattress. He places himself between my legs, rubbing his length along my core painfully slow. "Please, I need you Cal."  He continues gazing at me through his lust filled orbs, desire seeping from his pores. He pushes his tip in and then taking it out, the feeling gone as soon as it had appeared. A whine erupted from my lips, he chuckled to himself. "Remind me again y/n," he states in a hushed tone, "Are you to touch yourself without my permission?" He looks at me, his finger dancing over my sensitive nub but neglecting it furthermore. Accepting my silence for an answer, "And yet you did." His head dips down encapsulating my nipple in his mouth, a breathy moan leaving my lips as his hands roam my body freely. My hips thrusting trying to create some- any friction. "Cal I won't do it ever again, just please- please fuck me daddy. " A stinging on my cheek causing a gasp to leave my lips, surprised by this side of Calum. Still shocked, he places his hand firmly on my cheek pushing my face into the mattress. The only thing in view is the mirror with his gorgeously tanned tattooed body on top of mine, hand still placed on my face. He leans in dangerously close, moving a strand of hair aside slowly, his fingertip leaving the slightest touch before putting his hand back with the same pressure as before, "Now watch sweetheart." he darkly whispers.

Before I could question it his entire length thrust in me at once, a broken moan escaping me. With the side view, I can see him pounding into me, each thrust harder than the last. "Fuck- so wet hmmm, such a good whore." he moans, I nod under his hand clenching walls around him, tilting my pelvis to meet his. He removes his hand from my face to apply pressure to my clit, hitting a particularly blissful combination.  "Fuck Cal right there!" I scream as the bedrocks underneath our sweaty bodies. He slows his movements savoring the view before him, his good girl-now fucking onto him, desperate for release. Her hair frizzy, eyes fluttering from excessive pleasure, he never wanted it to end. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Calum." I reach up grabbing his neck to pull him back to me, our lips meeting once more passionately while he thrust into me again. He presses my body closer to his as my legs wrap around him for dear life, my hands holding onto his as if he'd disappear. "Can I cum please?"  He grunts, nodding his head in approval of my very much needed release. Unable to focus on anything but the eruption of pleasure from my core, repeating a slur of Calums name over and over again like it is the only thing I've ever known. His release following shortly after, the warmth of his seed filling me. His panting is my focal point upon return, watching as each breath falls from his swollen plump lips. I giggle moving some of his sweat-coated hair from his face, "Welcome home Mr.Hood." He smiles laughing at my gesture, "Quite the welcome it is Miss Y/L/N" He pulls my face forward once more placing a soft kiss to my lips, which is happily returned before he pulls me to the edge of the bed, still seemingly connected, placing me dead center in front of the mirror once more. Looking at him with a curious glance, he notions to the mirror as I watch his every move. He pulls his softening member from my core, a gasp leaving my lips due to the newfound vacancy.

His eyes never leaving mine as the smirk on his face grows, kneeling between my thighs. I lean up on my forearms to see both him and the reflection better, the handsome bassist looping his arms around my legs, keeping me in place. "Look how pretty baby." He says watching our fluids drip out of me, his tone of admiration never wavering. My hips jut back as he strokes over my clit, still hyper-sensitive from the orgasm just moments before.  As I retract my pussy away from his devilish grin he rumbles a low growl, attaching his lips to my center, his wide hands gripping my hips with brisk strength-leaving prints in their path. His tongue lapping my hole over and over again. He replaces his mouth with his fingers, the scissoring motion driving me on edge once more.  He leans over me, tapping on my lips to which I comply with his wishes, opening my mouth. He smiles before releasing the cum-mixed spit down my throat, swallowing our combined fluids moaning as he returns his mouth to my pussy. My wetness glistening all over his face as he continues to but himself in me. Seeing his back muscles contract in the mirror each time he moves, watching him devour me in the most sinful of ways. I can see it all, moans leaving my lips between my pleas for him to stop his assault but nonetheless, he persists until my legs are a quivering mess around his head. My bare breast rising with every sharp inhale, my back arching further into him, hoping to get away but he keeps me planted there in front of him.

"I need to- Cal can I-I- fuck please" The words barely able to leave my lips, he stares at me nodding but never removing himself from my core. My orgasm ripples through me, forcing my body to compromise, stiffening as I release on Calum's tongue. My hips riding his tongue exactly where I need him as my fingers grip at his hair, hearing him moan at the feeling sending an aftershock of vibrations through my center.  An unholy slurping noise from Calum is the last thing to be heard as he joins me again on the bed, pulling me into him. His lips providing every emotion needed. "I missed you."

I laugh at his cute post-sex neediness, "I missed you too Cal." He pats my head, letting his hands rake through the mess of hair on top of my head as I trace over his feather tattoo. "Did I ever tell you how good you taste?" he murmurs, shrugging lightly to himself, "Fucking delicious." His hands lingering the curves of my body before he places two fingers on my clit. "No, no, no not again." I chuckle pushing him away as my body shudders from the sensation.

"Hmmm I suppose we'll have more time today." he rasps. "Indeed we will." I smile placing a kiss on his cheek. Let's just say the night was more than eventful, happy to be in each other presence again.

A/N:

WOW long time no see! I can't wait to get back into the flow of writing and now that the semester is over I have more time lol.

I hope you're all hanging in there alright!

xoxo-Janelle

[kittyymew]

Accidental Surprise

Story Summary- Levi walks in on you pleasuring yourself. You, the Reader, and Levi are not a couple in this scenario, however, both of you like each other romantically without each other's knowledge.

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You groan as you enter your room after a long stressful day, plopping down on your bed. You were tired, annoyed, angry, and frustrated. Hell! Why wouldn't you be? Another failed mission, and the worst part of it all? You were blamed for the unforeseeable factor which caused the mission to fail. Well, at least there wasn't a single casualty. A rare occurrence.

"Urgh fucking great! Of course, it's my fault! I mean yeah I controlled the titans who made us break our formation!" You let out in an exasperated tone, sitting up on your bed as you start undressing out of that stupid, uncomfortable uniform, tossing it all in a corner.

""Y/N! WhAt aRe yOu dOiNg WhY aRe tHeRe sO mAny tItAns? WhY DiDn'T YoU TeLL uS thErE aRe gOinG To Be sO mAnY aBnoRmALs iN oUr wAy?!"", you mock Levi's words as you get up from your bed and make your way over to the closet to get a change of clothes. He's been like this, blaming you for the most irrelevant things, ever since you were assigned a squad leader yourself. You tried ignoring his condescending remarks, illogical arguments, and wrongfully placed blames in the beginning but it's getting more and more unbearable with every mission you go on.

"Um... I don't know... MAYBE THE FACT THAT THERE WAS NO WAY I WOULD'VE KNOWN!" You yell out in the empty room.

"I can not believe I used to like-like him. Who am I kidding? I still like that stupid ass head! URRRGH WHY DID I HAD TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM OUT OF ALL PEOPLE?!", you shriek out in an irritated tone, opening your closet door with such force that a box tumbles down from the top shelf, spilling its contents on the ground.

You sigh, closing your eyes and massaging your temples in an attempt to calm yourself down. You glance down at the box that had just tumbled out of your closet, seeing a pair of cuffs and a collar that had fallen out of the box. "Oop," you think as you realize it was your sex-toy box that had fallen out of your closet.

"Oh... I forgot I even had these things..." You mumble, bending down to pick up the items and the box, making your way back to your bed and emptying all the contents on the mattress. The collars, handcuffs, vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, ropes, etc. You had bought most of these items when you were with your ex.

Amidst the breakup and you gaining more responsibilities in the scouts, it's been a little over a year since you've used any of the items inside the box. Hell, you barely have any time to pleasure yourself with your fingers, let alone have sex with someone or have the luxury of using all these toys on yourself.

You pick up the pretty pink coloured wand-type vibrator, pressing down on the power button, the vibrator buzzing to life. You didn't think it was even charged. Well, at least you hadn't ran out of luck... yet. You turn it back off, biting down on your bottom lip, contemplating whether you should use it on yourself right now or not.

You quickly get up and get rid of your panties, climbing back on your bed as you crawl to the center, propping the pillows against the headboard, turning around and leaning back on it, spreading your legs.

Your mind automatically travels back to the one person you've liked for so long. As creepy or weird as it may feel, you can't help it. How his lips might feel against yours, or his hand wrapped around your throat, his fingers tangled in your hair tugging on it, or how his fingers would feel inside you... or even better his d-

*SIGH*

Taking a deep breath to relax, you trail your fingertips down your chest, stopping at your nipples to gently squeeze and tug on them.

"Maybe this is how his fingers would feel..."

You bite back a small moan at the sensation, it's been a while since the (Y/N/C) buds received any attention.

You take your sweet time to rile yourself up, switching between squeezing your boobs and pinching and tugging on your nipples. Your mind clouding up with all kinds of inappropriate thoughts and you can already feel the heat pooling between your legs by just stimulating your nipples and by the thoughts of how Levi would fuck you...

You keep your left hand on your left boob and trail your right hand down until your fingers touch slick folds, your fingers rubbing up and down, spreading your arousal. A small, almost inaudible whimper falls off your lips as your fingers finally connect with your throbbing clit.

In the blink of an eye, your fingers are moving in a circular motion over your clit, applying just enough pressure to have you squirming and moaning. It's been so long, even the slightest touch has you going crazy.

You begrudgingly disconnect your fingers with your clit, just for a few moments until your fingers were replaced with the head of your wand vibrator, your other hand spreading your folds as you press down the vibrating head against your clit. You throw your head back, moaning loudly as pleasure spreads through your body like wildfire.

"O-oh... fuuck..."

You moan out as you apply more pressure, moving the vibrator up and down your clit slightly, the movement combined with the intense vibration causing your toes to curl and your eyes to roll at the back of your head in pleasure.

Sliding your fingers down towards your entrance, you push a finger inside your wet cunt that slides in with ease, and curl it upwards in a come hither motion, with your walls clenching around your finger as the tip rubs against your g-spot and the vibrator's sweet assault on your clit, it doesn't take long to feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten.

Throwing your head back in pleasure, small moans and whimpers fall off your lips, quickly adding in another finger inside, plunging them as deep as they can go, the tips rubbing against that sweet spot inside your tight pussy, as you draw your orgasm closer and closer with each thrust and movement of your fingers against your g-spot, combined with the intense vibration against your swollen clit.

"Fuck fuck fuck... oh... god... L-Leviii fuck...!"

You scream out in pleasure, applying more pressure on your clit with the vibrator, your fingers halting their thrusting movement as your cunt clenches around them, your lower stomach fluttering, your toes curling and back arching, as the euphoric sensation takes over your mind and body.

Pulling your fingers out of your throbbing pussy and turning the vibrator off, you try to catch your breath, still coming down from the high of the orgasm you just had.

"I- uh... *ahem*..."  Your head snaps up towards the direction of the door, the moment you heard someone clear their throat, and there he stood in your doorway, in all his red-faced glory, your soul leaving your body when you see his face.

It takes a moment for your brain to register, but you snap out of it when you see Levi take the tiniest step forward.

"FUCKING SHIT! LEVI WHAT THE HELL?!"

You yell as you jump up to cover yourself with the blanket and hastily trying to hide the multiple sex toys that were splattered all over your bed.

"I- uh...." Levi opens and closes his mouth, failing to realise that he's gawking at your naked figure. He averts his gaze only after you pull the blanket up to your chest and awkwardly try to hide his hard-on. He quickly turns around, his mind finally processes the situation, but not before you catch a glimpse of his situation down there.

"I just... came here to apologise for how I had been acting towards you over the past few weeks Y/N," Levi says, trying to make everything less.. awkward?

You just stare at the back of his head. You're way too embarrassed to even breathe at this point. How long was he standing there? How the hell did you not hear him come in? How did you even forget to lock the door before your genius self decided to masturbate?

Levi breaks the silence when you don't say anything. "Y/N...? I'm sorry the door was open and I-..."

"How long were you standing there for?" You ask.

You'd much rather die of a heart attack or something at this moment instead of having to face him. It'd be much easier than having to go through this.

"A while I guess...." He replies, scratching the back of his head.

*bonk*

You throw the first thing that you could reach. It was a purple dildo.

"Hey, Ow!" He mumbles, rubbing the spot where the dildo just hit him.

"AND YOU JUST STOOD THERE WATCHING ME INSTEAD OF LEAVING OR AT LEAST SAYING SOMETHING?!?!" You yell at him, throwing a pillow at his head this time.

"Well, you did moan my name brat!" Levi sasses in response when the pillow hits him.

"Stop throwing things at me brat!" Levi says, turning around on his feet to face you with a glare until he catches the sight of the purple dildo lying near his feet. He bends down to pick it up and smirks at you.

"Or I can just remind you whose name you were just moaning..." He says as he dangles your purple dildo in front of him

"LEVI!" You yell at him again, moving forward and attacking him by throwing everything that is within range at him.

"OKAY SORRY! SORRY!!!" Levi laughs as he dodges everything that's plunged in his direction and he's on the bed in front of you, holding your wrists down.

Your breath hitches in your throat at the close proximity between the two of you and you freeze up.

"I never said I was complaining about it. If anything it's nice to know that you think of me when you touch yourself. Because it just means that I wouldn't have to worry about you liking me back when I ask you out tomorrow" Levi says, letting go of your wrists and booping your nose with his stupid cocky grin before turning around and leaving your room.

"What just... happened..."

You think to yourself as you're left alone in your room, dumbfounded, to say the least.

[myrulia]

Clear View - Kokushibou

.｡.:*✧Warning: Smut, mirror sex, slight size kink suggestion, rough, degrading, lewd words, 18+

.｡.:*✧Synopsis: You bought a mirror for your wall only to plan for it to be used for other purposes, yet Kokushibou thought all the same

Saying you were needy was beyond what you felt in that moment. Your insides felt like they were burning in desire for your one and only, but you didn't know how to approach him about it.

Unfortunately you were too embarrassed because your Upper Moon of a lover was simply sitting on the bed as you yourself was busy with your own little thing. You had bought a mirror large enough so that it would cover your entire wall in front of your bed. It filled the empty space that you intended for it to do so, so once you were complete with setting up the little surprise you had in store, you turned around to your still sitting lover, yet walking past him in order to grab the "clothes" you set on the bed.

`` I am going to get in the shower, `` You stated calmy whilst grabbing your towel and making your way to the bathroom door before you felt a strong hand pull you towards his masculine, bare chest. `` Do not take to long, I wish to hold you afterwards, `` Kokushibou whispered in your ear, rather seductively even.

Feeling a small shiver down your spine, you merely forced yourself to smile as your felt heat pool at your core which was becoming unbearable. Now walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind you, you felt like clothes were becoming suffocating on your aching body, so stripping your body quickly, you switched on the steaming water and entered the shower.

All the while you were semi-enjoying your steamy shower, Kokushibou, who noticed the lingerie set you grabbed especially in his color, was waiting for you idly on your shared bed, in his hakama only. He knew your intentions by setting the mirror in front of the bed, for Kokushibou is indeed a smart man and not easy to trick, so it was no surprise he knew your intentions and is going to give you exactly what you want.

Your shower was brought to an end hurridly, because at that point you were needy beyond belief and needed some sense of release from the one man you wanted it from. So, getting out the glass encased shower and slipping on the lingerie that seemed to hug your beautiful body perfectly, you grabbed your dirty clothes along with your towel and abruptly opened the bathroom door, taking slow strides to the bed while tossing the towel on a nearby chair and your dirty clothes into a basket.

Upon hearing your sudden entering, the male looked up from his little daydreaming only to have all 3 pairs of his eyes to widen, but quickly relax because all of his hypothesis' were proven correctly. His eyes wandered all over your body, seeing the lace hug your breasts, how your curves perfectly fit the set, and the fact that his kimono color was on your body, it caused the demon's limp appendage to rise slightly. `` Well hello there. ``

`` Hello to you too, `` you replied back as you immediately placed your ass onto his clothed thigh. To say he was taken aback by your sudden boldness was an understatement, yet he was not complaining because it gave him even more of an excuse to make sure your mind was foggy from pleasure.

A veiny hand made its way onto your waist, pulling you flush against his body as both your gazes were on each other through the same mirror you set up not to long ago. Leaning your head back against your lover's masculine chest, you spoke in a gentle manner, knowing that he also knows your intentions. `` What were you doing while I was in the shower? ``

`` I was just waiting for you love. ``

`` Well it would be rude of me to let you wait any longer, `` Your tone changed a little, feeling the confidence surge through your veins. Moving your face closer to his exposed neck, you ghosted your lips against his skin, all the while you kept your irises fixated on every small reaction of Kokushibou's face. His grip only tightened on your waist until you felt his fingers slither down to your barely clothed ass, giving it a light squeeze in reaction. `` It would be rude. I have waited long enough, so let us get into it shall we? ``

`` Mmm.. but teasing is much more fun, `` with those words you ghosted your fingers up and down his exposed chest, stopping at a few veins that seemed to pulse and twitch in anticipation. While tracing one, your hips seemed to roll themselves on the male's strong thigh which Kokushibou took note off instantaneously, all the while his own golden irises never left yours.

`` Just you wait my love.. `` The demon ended up whispering in your ear, bouncing his leg up and down slightly to give your clit some added friction and vibration from the constant rhythm he set. `` Do not be angry with me once you can hardly walk after I am done with you. ``

`` Why would I be angry at such a thing? I enjoy it every single time so do not be afraid to do so more. `` You stuttered on your words a few times, letting out small whimpers here and there because of the stimulation your clit was getting from his clothed thigh. Without another word your Upper Moon of a lover pulled you into a heated kiss, his lips soft against yours yet his movements rough and passionate. Parting your lips once more, he took the chance to practically shove his tongue down your throat, needily groaning upon tasting your addicting flavor.

In the midst of the heated make out session, both of Kokushibou's hands were now holding onto your waist, the tips of his fingers touching all the while pulling you flush against your body. Your hands moved away from his body and uo to his face, holding his only to pull him ever so closer to your face, deepening the already heated make-out session.

His leg never faltered on your clit that you needily grinded yourself on, but a small whimper escaped your parted lips once Kokushibou finally pulled away, his chest heaving up and down as he desperately tried to regain oxygen, you doing the same. Staring at each other, not through the mirror, but into each other's eyes, there was a small smirk plastered on your lover's face. `` So no boxers huh? ``

The string of saliva connecting your lips to his own quickly dripped own onto the demon's tent in his hakama. The imprint was too detailed for him to be wearing boxers so you took that guess yourself, which you presumed from the way his smirk only grew. `` None, do you have an issue with that star? ``

Just as suddenly as his leg started bouncing, it just as quickly stopped. Since Kokushibou's hands were on your waist, he repositioned you so that your back was flush against his chest, his tent of an erection pressing against the curve of your ass. You were able to now face the mirror clearly, Kokushibou's hands moving from your waist to your thighs to spread your legs further, spreading you on display for his eyes and his eyes alone.

Maintaining eye contact with you with all 3 pairs of his eyes, his hand moves from your thigh to your panties, pushing the damp fabric near your dripping slit, two of his masculine fingers teasing your slit until they slowly enter your tiny hole. `` I shall take good care of you, my [Y/N]. ``

Kokushibou's fingers curled ever so slightly, and seeing your toes curl at the tiny bit of pressure inflicted into your precious little spot, it only encourages him to further curl his fingers that seemed to stretch you out so easily. Small moans and shallow breaths escaped your parted lips, tilting your head back onto the Upper Moon One's shoulder, the one thing giving you support, other than his freehand holding up your leg to spread you out on full display for him even more.

The slur of dirty words coming from his mouth only made your already wet slit drip even more with your delectable juices, only coating his fingers even more. You couldn't help but to become oh so red from the lewd things coming from his mouth, yet his hand that was previously on your thigh pulled your face down rather harshly, making you look at your whorish body coat his fingers in your slick. `` You k-know.. you seem more needy than me right now..~ ``

You've never seen your 6 eyed lover look at you with such darkness and lust in his eyes before. Buying that mirror definitely awoken something within him as all his darkest and most sexual fantasies really began surfacing. Without another word, Kokushibou shoved yet another finger inside your squelching mess of a cunt, and in natural reaction you moaned his name rather audibly. The demon smirked evidently whilst moving closer to your ear, whispering ever so slightly so that you could hear him. `` And yet.. you, my little star, are moaning my name like a filthy slut. ``

`` Not my fa-fault..~ `` You mewled out in utter bliss as the temperature seemed to rise in your core from slowly reaching your climax. Rolling your hips ever so desperately did not go unnoticed by Kokushibou as his fingers pressed against that oh so sweet spot inside your driplingly needy cunt. Moans after moans were spewed out from your agaped mouth, trying to hide your embarrassment yet the six eyed demon was not going to allow such disobedience. He kept your gaze on his and vise vera, wanting you to see just how desperate and whorish you looked in that goddamn mirror.

`` Cum for me [Y/N], I know you are close, it is written all over your beautiful face, `` Kokushibou appealed as a thumb was quickly pressed against your puffy clit, sending electric shocks of pleasure all throughout your lower regions. That was all it took for your pleasure fogged mind to finally let your climax snap, releasing your delectable cum on his already wet fingers. The moan that escaped your lips was mixed with relief of finally getting a release rang through the both of your ears, your chest rising in falling as his eyes never faltered from yours, and yours to his. `` You know me sooo well.. `` you teased.

`` I know I do, because if I did not, I would not have left you on cloud nine with just my fingers darling, `` the male then pulled his fingers slowly out of your sopping pussy, bringing the cum coated digits up to his mouth and licking them utterly clean. The sight itself was erotic since his eyes never stopped peering into your own, making sure his fingers were clear of your addicting substance.

`` You seem to still be needy, so why not ride me instead, if you wish to desperately get off. ``

You scanned the 6 eyed demon's face, for your next choice of words were sure to get you the punishment you were hoping for. `` And what if I don't? What if I make you s-suffer? ``

Your tone was already shaky from the orgasm you had merely seconds ago, sending you into such bliss that left your mouth salivating to feel more from your demon of a lover. So, in wanting more from him oh-so desperately, you slowly roll your hips which caused friction between your ass and Kokushibou's still clothed length. You felt the rock hard erection become somehow even more turned on, but it was not until you felt a warm substance on your exposed skin and the hot breath of his tickling the shell of your ear that you knew how bad he desired you.

`` Then I might press you against the mirror and fuck you like that instead. `` The grip on your hips suddenly increased, which caused a hilt to your movement against his covered length, glaring at you through the reflective surface, his eyes blown wide with lust at your exposed body being at his disposal. `` If I order you to do something, you do it like the good demon you are. ``

The grip itself caused you to flinch in such shock because you were always the type to disobey his orders just to watch Kokushibou struggle to keep in a breathy moan from your teasing. Following his orders, you ride up ever so slightly, just so that you can finally rid of that difficult hakama that was getting in your way the entire time, discarding of it by throwing said fabric onto the tatami mat flooring and repositioning yourself so that your cunt was barely hovering over his reddened tip. `` I do not think I can do much if you are holding me this tight darling..~ ``

There was a small smirk on his face, finally loosening his grip on your thighs that left nail creases in your hips due to him holding you that tight. Now having your freedom you ever so slowly lowered yourself onto Kokushibou's cock, a breathy moan emitting from the both of you because you finally felt the penetration of his tip slide further inside you. It took everything inside the 6 eyed demon for him to not push his throbbing length inside you fully, for he was painfully needy and filled with desire for you and you alone.

Feeling the male stretch you out so easily caused your head to tilt back onto his muscular shoulder, still continuing to lower yourself until you can feel his tip kiss against the entrance of your cervix, meaning you were fully bottomed out inside you. Although while you were in your own mini euphoria, Kokushibou was seemingly disappointed that you had broken eye contact with yourself and your body, so he then grabs your face with a calloused hand, all the while his other prys your leg open. `` Look at yourself as you get off on my cock so desperately you fucking slut. ``

The amount of degrading that went through your ears only caused your filled pussy to drip even more in obvious desire, your slick dripping down a protruding vein that went down his hardened shaft. Prying your eyes open, you eye your sweat-covered bodies as you slowly rise up once more, then slamming yourself down to a hilt once more and letting another, more louder moan to escape your gaped mouth. 

Once you finally set a good rhythm, you felt like your stomach was churning at how you desperately bounced up and down on his hard on, the groans coming from your own lover as his hand that was previously on your face now made its way onto your chest, fondling with your pointed nipples while his other hand guided your hips, slowly losing any control he had left of letting you actually take over since his grip only hard on. The rhythm of your hips, the moaning coming from the both of you, the grip on each other as you hopelessly tried to chase your own release, it was all becoming too much and your knees were buckling while tears formed in your eyes. 

Kokushibou could tell you were growing tired from the way your pace slowed down, so moving his hand from your nipple, he grips your face once more, making sure your gazes are on each other. `` Growing tired on me already? ``

You were a reddened mess by that point, so nodding your head, but since you did not answer the Upper Moon One, he suddenly thrusts into your squelching mess of a cunt, causing a loud - and surprised - audible moan of his name to be ripped from your esophagus. Looking at him slowly through teary eyes, you barely utter your plea of desperation. `` I can b-barely hold myself up- Love please..~ `` you mewled out in bliss because that one thrust was able to make you see stars at that point.

`` Please what darling? Be clear if you want me to do something, `` Kokushibou asserted, his hand now moving from your face back to your chest and giving the ball of fat a firm squeeze, another moan emitting from you at the action. The demon removed his hand from your waist, no longer giving you the support you lusted after so you tried leaning back on his chest, yet that earned you a hard slap to your thigh. `` Please fuck me already I can't  t-take it anymore..! ``

The whine mixed with a moan at the end of your plea was more of a turn on than what the male wanted, so in view of the fact that you did such things, he is only going to be even more cruel. 

Kokushibou finally holds you up, meeting with your thrusts which made your hips collide each time, his cock bottoming out inside you, plunging his length in and out until he could evidently see where his tip was - even from your stomach through that accursed mirror.

`` Look at you, so pathetic trying to get off on me. `` You could care less how you looked, a slobbering mess with your eyes slowly rolling to the back of your head, it was the obvious show of deep pleasure you were experiencing from your one and only. Even though the demon was finally moving himself, you still had to bounce yourself whorishly, just to get off and get the release you desire. `` You're going to ride my cock like a good girl and maybe you'll deserve to be fucked like one, hm? ``

The moan he purposely let out towards your ear was aggravating, along with the shiver down your spine that you flinched from. Saliva dripped from the side of your parted lips, breathy moans after another coming out because it was becoming unbearable to keep up a decent pace. `` Darling ple-please I begged like a good girl I ca- Kokushibou..! ``

Your lover ended up snapping his hips into yours harshly, the loud moan of his name coming from your unexpected reaction. His cock invaded your sopping pussy over and over again, finally giving you what you want yet at an even rougher pace that had you moaning multiple times, feeling like the wind was knocked out of you from the speed alone.

Kokushibou had stamina, you knew that for a fact, and he does not rest until he is satisfied and you are nothing but a drooling mess impaled on his dick. Your nose scrunched at the sight before you,, forcing yourself to watch the sight of your insides being violently ravaged. A shaky hand of yours seized your clit, rubbing the love button and trembling once you finally felt your orgasm slowly build up in your core.

`` Going to cum already? We can't have that now can we [Y/N]? ``

You simply nodded at his words, your senses being too overflooded in the scorching pleasure that excited every nerve in your body. Unfortunately your pleasure fogged mind did not go unnoticed as you hoped, for you felt your nipple being kneaded, and it was not until you felt a wet muscle on the flesh that your breath hitched in utter shock. `` Cum.. cum- fuck I'm going to cum..! ``

`` If you cum we will stop immediately, and instead you will watch as I get myself off. Just wait a little longer than we can cum to-together, `` Kokushibou asserted once more. You writhed and whined, that being the only thing that could stop you from letting your orgasm snap and release the built up tension that you had. The demon's tongue moments never faltered as the wet muscle continued to glide across your nipple, his saliva bathing the erected flesh that he sucked on like his life depended on it. Your senses seemed to skyrocket, your pussy becoming too sensitive to hold it in any longer, so the loud mewl of his name finally pushed the Upper Moon over the edge. 

`` [Y/N]- Fucking hell cum for me..! `` And just like that, you felt lightning shoot from your clit to your entire body, your legs spamming as you felt Kokushibou's own load pierce your cervix and fill your tiny wet little hole so effortlessly. His breathy groan was quickly turned into a moan, feeling his own pleasure build up and be finally released within your depths. The delicious sight of your cum mixed with your lovers dripping from your cunt was delectable. The excess white silky substance dripped down his shaft until it landed on the floor in a small puddle on the floor beneath the two of you. 

His pace finally slowed within you, along with his tongue on your nipple, giving you a chance to catch your breath and regain some consciousness - simply because he has a way of bending your mind until the only thing you can comprehend is his cock ruining your pussy until it is achingly sore. `` I take it that you learned your lesson as to not take a certain tone with me, my star. ``

You hardly heard what he said, for his words went through one ear and out the other due to your mind just thinking about how much he filled you in one go. Although you did hear a small "tsk" come from the demon, so you turned around slowly to meet his gaze, which was instead on the sight of the amount of cum he could not keep inside of you. It was definitely more than enough inside you, due to the fact that there was a small bulge in your stomach just from one load of his little demons alone, but there was also some still leaking from your insides that you wanted to keep in and savor. 

`` What a shame, all that perfectly good cum gone to waste don't you think [Y/N]? Why don't we just go for another round and see how much you can truly handle. ``

Before you could even utter another word, Kokushibou fulfilled his desires, seeing the bulge in your stomach double in size and your eyed rolled so far in the back of your head there was only white in place, your lust blown irises barely being seen. You were left a shaking, cum filled mess for him and him only.

[sainadazai]

"I Missed you sex" with Bokuto

As you sat outside your home in the patio chair that hardly cushioned you, waiting for the sound of his boisterous laughter, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been a whole week since he’d been away, and boy, no one ever told you how much you could miss someone. This had been the worst week of your life, because you hadn’t even prepared for the feeling of going to sleep without him, you never thought you’d have to. 

Now, of course, Kou was always a volleyball player, he left for small trips here and there throughout your relationship, but you’d gotten together after he sustained a sports injury, and was sent on hiatus. Never had you ever been more proud of being an athletic trainer and physical therapist than the day you met him. With his pouty face and casted up leg. Yet somehow the whole time he was with you that day was spent laughing hysterically. 

For the year and a half you’d been together, he hadn’t been to one traveling tournament, only practices and local games. He was always home by nine. So it's obvious how the past week had gone, but now it was finally over and you could sleep next to him again, touch those broad muscles and lay across his wide chest. You could kiss all over him, and feel the ecstasy that is his touch. 

Car revving is what makes your eyes focus in again, and you almost start to tear up when through the passenger window you can see his white hair poking up in all directions, a smile on his face as he barely focuses on driving, opting to stare straight into your eyes with the excitement of a child. 

He steps out of the car as you begin standing to go meet him, both of you are running at each other before you know it, interlocking all your limbs in a messy and aggressive hug. Legs wrap around his waist and when he finally feels that contact he’s been missing all week, he almost melts. 

“Hey..” you whisper, laughing a bit through it.

“Hey, Hey..” he speaks back, head tucked into your neck, loving that the two of you can greet each other that way again. 

“H-” you go to speak again, but he cuts you off with a gentle kiss. 

“Don't ruin it.” His hands squeeze at your waist, and his presence makes you break out in a giddy smile, the same one he’s wearing. 

“Love ya.” 

“Love ya. Oh! Did you clean our room while I was gone, because I so totally was gonna do it before I left, but then poof! I was on a plane and I was like Oh. My. God. Y/n is gonna be so mad, Im sorry ba-” 

“I did, c’mon Kou let's go inside..” you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. 

The two of you are happy. So pleased just to see each other again that you don't mention the underlying thoughts, and feelings. How having those hands around your waist, feeling how he is so big and towers over you, it made you dripping wet for him. How your breasts shoved right up against him, and that tiny little tank top you were wearing made him want to mark you up all over. The way you walked up the steps to your shared bedroom in those loose sweat shorts was causing him to drool, just at the sway of your hips. 

Koutarou and you didn't really have bedroom rules, there was a safeword just in case, but otherwise sex was simply recreational, it was about being close to eachother. So you weren’t afraid to pounce on him the second the bed came into your line of sight. 

Stripping your shirt off in the middle of the hall to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard both from him, and the cold air outside, then jumping on him. Your lips met his as he grasped your thighs and he bucked his hips subconsciously into you. 

The two of you just needed to feel each other, after a week of no form of touch from anyone, the only way to satiate the craving was to get as close to him as possible. You wanted him in you and on top of you, all around you if possible, everywhere. While he mostly associates touch with love, sex being the most intimate form of that, the more passion he puts into it is representative of how much he fucking loves you. Every part of you. The pleasure is just an added bonus. 

Thus it’s not unexpected when he slams you against the wall just by the open bedroom door, using it to push the two of you further together. Your back arches in contact with it and he uses that space to slit his hand in the dip of your back. 

Thick and wet kisses make their way from your mouth to your neck as his other hand grasps your left breast. He squeezes it in pulses, matching the in and out motion of his kiss, sliding his thumb over your nipple with each movement. A groan of his name falls from your wet lips when you first feel his hips grinding into yours, the much needed friction being given to you in just the right way. You could even feel how with each kiss and touch he was growing harder beneath those grey sweatpants. 

His low cut tank top exposed the sides of his chest, so you snuck your hands around and under to feel his flexing pecs, one making its way to his shoulder for grip. 

When he pulls away from your neck he speaks, “Fuck, missed you so much baby, missed your taste,” before he’s back to eating up every inch of you. You feel a bit of a shock when he jumps a bit you position you higher against the wall, latching his mouth to your unattended breast, sucking your nipple in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it, before popping off. 

“Missed all of you..” 

You moan at the warmth of his mouth on your nipple, loving the way he fucking worships you. “Miss you too, Kou- fuck- so much.” 

The sound of his name unsteadily rolling off your tongue sets him off, he needs more of this, more of you. So the man seats his hands under your ass, still kissing all over your breasts, and walks the two of you into the room. 

He even giggles as he falls over you onto the bed, the contact on your back is soft, the bed you love, but only when he is here, doing things like this to you. Contact is lost for a mere second while he rises to throw his shirt to the side, you take the time to rush off your shorts and undies. No one ever looked at your naked form the way Kou does, it's like he’s finally seen heaven, his eyes roam over you not like you're a piece of meat, but more so a delicate dessert for him to savour. 

“God your perfect, everyone must be so fucking jealous of me,” 

“Trust me, they are ~” you rouse, hoping to get a bit of jealousy out of him, because he is already towering over you like the giant he is, may as well seal your fate. It's not that you want to have rough sex, more so you need an excuse for the small tears gathering in your eyes, just at the fact that you can feel him now.

You never thought you’d cry over something like this but you missed him so fucking much, words don't even begin to explain, that's why you two do this first. Words aren't enough, but this way, the both of you can show eachother how much you needed the other when they were gone. You can give each other pleasures that only you hold the keys too, and make them feel things they only feel for you. 

Heat shoots straight to your center when you look up to see him in front of you bare, cock hard and ready as he stands there like a greek god, posed and all. 

“Anyone jealous of what you get, then?” he asks, not because he doesnt fucking know they are, but because he loves seeing you confient, that's what he always gets from that question. 

Both of your arms stretch up to reach for him, wrapping loosely around his muscular neck, “Oh yeah, but you know your mine,” you smirk, glad to be so sure he was always faithful when he was gone. You never had to fear for that. 

“Damn right I am.” Kou mumbles before connecting your lips, using one hand to run down the side of your stomach down to your clit, then continuing to the gap of your legs, spreading you wider for him. The tips of his fingers trace your leg up and down gently, sending shivers through you, and making you moan into his mouth. Then, one finger slides through your folds to gain access to your hole. It smooths over the damp flesh for a bit, before sinking deep into you, the stretch feels heavenly, but he knows friction is what gets you. 

The finger inside you quickly begins thrusting in and out, angled so that it rubs on the underside of your hole on it's way out, and thrusts into your g-spot on re-entry. The movement has your body writhing. His lips are marking up your entire chest, taking turns on each breast and moaning against your skin. 

He could do just this forever, he loves the way your walls get wetter and wetter around his finger, and the cute face you make when he inserts another. He know how big he is, you've had to tell him before in the past so that he understand how much you need this prep. 

It's never an issue, though, because Kou loves pleasing you, gets off on it even. Sometimes he wonders if just watching you make those pretty faces and noises could make him cum. Not that he wants to today, because as much as he loves pleasing you, he misses the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

The feeling of your body beneath him, or on top of him, anywhere as long as he can feel the pulse of your cunt around him. 

"Baby please!! Please let me put it in, need to feel you" He whines, having made himself painfully hard just imagining being that close to you again. 

Little did he know how much you needed him to fill you up, wanted him to tower over you with his broad frame and pound into you. Wanted him to show you how badly he needed you, how he couldn't even get off without you anymore. 

"Oh God, just hurry up I need you, Kou." 

He takes the way your wriggling beneath him as a sign that you were close, he was too, embarrassingly so. Thus he hissed as he grabbed hold of his veiny and flushed cock to line it up with your cunt. 

The second he felt just a hint of uts warmth he groaned and rested all of his weight on his hips, not even noticing how he was practically prying you open. 

His eyes are closed to take in the feeling he missed so much, until he here's a whimper, and feels your arms wrap around him strongly. 

"What baby, are you okay? Is this okay?" He is so kind you even let out a chuckle at him. 

"Feels so so good, I didn't even know i could miss someone as much as i missed you- ahh" 

Your words were sweet and he desperately wanted to hear more but with the way you were pulsing around him, he couldn't focus, he needed to get it all out before his mind would come down from the haze of pleasure. 

His thrusting was deep and slow, each movement pushing your whole body further up on the bed. His face was wrinkled up in concentration, but he made sure to focus on how your boobs bounced up and down with his strokes, and the way your mouth fell open with loud screams of his name. 

The pleasure and heat in the room were ever-growing, sweat starting to form on both of your torsos. Until finally a wave of pleasure ripped through you and you weren't sure whether to curl away from the feeling or move as close as possible to it. 

"Cuming-" 

"Me too-" he grasped the white blanket beneath you harshly as he came inside you. The warmth of his cum reminding you of how he was yours and you were his and this was home.

"You're never leaving for that long again." 

"Eh, I'm not sure, I mean if the sex is like that every time…" 

[joaquinwhorres]

hoax (Ch. 1) {Sirius Black x F!OC}

SUMMARY ››››› It started out as a simple bet: who could get the girl chosen for them first? After four years of half-hearted attempts, Sirius decides it’s time to make a concerted effort to win over the notoriously undateable Florence Saise.

WORD COUNT ››››› 4,100-ish

WARNINGS ››››› Pretty much every chapter is going to have mentions of sex. Including this one.

A/N ››››› I'm so thankful to every single person who responded to my incessant "does this line make sense?" or "can you read this to tell me what you think?" Without you guys this never would have been uploaded, and I'd never already have the start of a second chapter.

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Florence Saise was rather convinced that she was the only person not excited to find themselves back at Hogwarts. Everyone else seemed to be coping with the looming start of the school year just fine, if the laughter and shouts that greeted her as she flung open the carriage door was any indication. It was, by all accounts that mattered, (which is to say, hers) not fair.

The blonde haired girl jumped down from the horseless carriage, landing with a heavier thump than might have been expected from her small frame. Before her, masses of students cursed up the hill chattering to one another with smiles on their faces. Not one had the same little crease between their eyebrows that threatened to turn into a full-on scowl.

It was as if every single one of them had either forgotten the bullshit that came along with living amongst their peers or were still blissfully unaware of the curse that was adolescence. Even her friends, who hopped down out of the carriage behind her, seemed too entrenched in the debate that had stretched from the train compartment to the carriage, to fully register what being back at Hogwarts meant.

"You've been quiet, Lory, what do you think?" Marlene asked, throwing an arm around Florence's shoulder as the small group of girls joined the throng of students.

"If Sebastian doesn't know what to do with his tongue when kissing, there's not much hope for him using it elsewhere. You'd do better with Roger."

"Aha!" Marlene cried out triumphantly, pointing a finger at Mary. "That makes it two for Roger, one for Sebastian, and one for giving up on boys all together," she tallied as Florence shrugged out from under her arm. Lily appeared on Florence's other side, trapping Florence in the middle of the group.

"You can't just use physical stuff as the metric for whether or not a relationship will be any good," Lily asserted. "There's more to dating than snogging and sex."

"Says the person who's never properly snogged anyone," Marlene stage whispered to Mary.

"Exactly," Lily said, perhaps a little too passionately. "And look how fulfilled I am."

Marlene shot Florence a skeptical look, and Lily reached across her to smack at Marlene's arm. This started another round of fierce debating, Lily reminding Mary that Sebastian had written her once a week all summer whereas Roger had only written four times, Marlene reminding Mary that she didn't want to die a virgin, and Dorcas reminding Mary that she never had any of these problems with her girlfriends.

Florence felt a dull needling, like a knuckle digging into the side of her head. At this rate, she was going to have a headache before they even reached the castle.

The Gryffindor strode ahead of the group, near enough that she wouldn't catch any flack for abandoning them but far enough that she could more easily drown out their bickering. She would give anything for just a single moment of peace today. Between her father and brother waking her up with their argument to Lily and Marlene's stupid battle over who Mary should date, all Florence wanted was ten minutes where she didn't get roped into playing referee.

But as she looked up ahead on the path, her eyes landing on James Potter and his crew, it seemed like peace was not in the cards for her today.

The group of boys were laughing amongst each other as they subtly enchanted trees to tap students on the shoulder or grab an unsuspecting second year. It was, objectively speaking, rather funny to witness the reactions of their various victims. One boy let out a startled shriek so loud, Florence would have expected it to come from a banshee. Another girl was attempting to fight off a branch that kept pulling at her plait. The problem with Potter and them's joke was not so much the unrest it caused amongst the students ahead of Florence.

The problem was Lily.

"You have got to be kidding me," Lily sighed, cutting Marlene off mid sentence. "What's even the point in making Remus a prefect if he's going to let his friends get away with everything?"

Before any of the girls had a chance to talk Lily down, the prefect marched up the hill with impressive speed, her hair billowing behind her.

"I am not missing this," Marlene said eagerly, grabbing Mary by the hand and tugging her up the hill with her. Dorcas and Florence shared a look and a sigh, before following them after Lily.

"Potter!" Lily shouted, and the group of boys came to an abrupt stop, nearly causing the group of Ravenclaws behind them to collide with their backs.

"Ah the dulcet tones of Lily Evans," James Potter said as he turned around to face the fuming redhead, a smirk set firmly in place.

Lily pulled up right in front of him, chest heaving from her quick trip up the hill. "You are to stop using magic at once or else I'll be forced to give you detention."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Potter said, tilting his head and allowing confusion to overtake his features. Lily's scowl deepened, clearly not buying the act. "I think you and I are both aware that it's against the rules to use magic before term starts, and we're not even at the castle yet."

Behind him, Pettigrew and Black snickered. The sound seemed to bolster James Potter's already rampant egotism as the smirk returned once more to his face.

"Unless of course, you're saying that I've enchanted you. Do you find me bewitching, Evans?" Potter asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"I think I've made it quite clear what I think of you, James Potter," Lily snapped, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "10 points from Gryffindor."

"Ah, Evans," Potter tsked, as if regretting the fact that he would have to share bad news with her. "Prefects can't take points until the start of term. Learned that fourth year," he added on, dropping the sympathetic act.

Marlene nudged Florence with her elbow and held out her hand expectantly. Florence's eyes moved from the open palm to her friend's gaze, raising an eyebrow.

"I believe you owe me a hundred galleons," Marlene informed her, a smile tugging at her lips even as she fought to remain serious. "As James Potter has just confirmed that he has, in fact, learned something in his past five years here."

"That doesn't count," Florence said dryly, slapping Marlene's palm down even as Marlene grinned at her winningly. The stare off between a seething Lily and smug James was looking very much like it was about to end in a murder. Remus Lupin must have also caught onto this because he shook his head and finally stepped forward.

"Come on, let's at least make it to the castle this year before you and Lily have a row," he appealed, making a half-decent attempt at Prefect-like behavior.

Potter turned to his friend with a magnanimous smile. "Since you asked so kindly, Moony," Potter paused, shooting Lily a look. "I'll make sure there is no more confusion about whether or not we might have been doing magic. Watch carefully, Evans. I'm putting my wand in my back pocket. Feel free to track its progress up the hill," he added with a wink.

Lily let out a disgusted noise as Marlene snorted, and Potter turned to continue back up the hill with his friends, Sirius Black playfully pushing him as he rejoined the group.

"What a wanker," Lily murmured, watching the boys go.

"Maybe, but he's looking well fit," Marlene noted, taking Potter up on his offer to make sure his wand stayed in his back pocket. "You could do a lot worse than James Potter."

Lily whirled on Marlene, emitting a scandalized,  " Marlene! "

The dark haired girl laughed and shook her head. "Oh come off it, Lils, he's smart, funny, attractive, all of which is important to you, and," she looked around before leaning forward conspiratorially. "I've heard his wandwork isn't the only magical thing he can do with his hands." Marlene wiggled her fingers at Lily, who pulled back looking so pale that for a moment, Florence thought she might actually be sick.

Which was far too hilarious not to laugh at. So she did, earning a dark look from Lily and a shiteating grin from Marlene.

Lily rounded back on Marlene before shaking her head and starting back up to the castle.  "He's not funny; he's cruel. And he's only half as smart as he thinks he is."

"So you agree he's attractive?" Marlene asked, raising an eyebrow, and Lily's face turned bright red before she managed to sputter out a:

"Looks don't mean anything!"

"She's right," Dorcas added. Contributing to the conversation for the first time with the decisiveness that the girls had come to expect from her.  "Looks don't mean anything. But being good with his hands, well…"

Lily emitted a strangled sound somewhere between disbelief and mild outrage as the rest of her friends laughed at her and moved past on their way to the castle. A small feeling in Florence's chest loosened as she walked with them, the conversation alternating between teasing Lily and debating between Roger and Sebastian. Maybe this year wouldn't be quite as bad as the past five.

Naturally, the hope of a better year was squashed the very next day.

This, of course, should have been expected. After all, the first day of classes was primarily meant for overloading students with work they weren't yet prepared for and reminding them that their very futures depended on the mastery of the material. However, those spiels were not the giveaway that this year would be more or less the same in terms of teenage bullshit as the years prior. What it really came down to was her Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The death of her hope began the moment she walked into the classroom and was faced with an obscenely tall and lanky man, dressed in a smart tweed suit with his chin length hair tucked behind his ears. A name was written in halting cursive on the chalkboard behind him.

Oleander Fernsby.

It was a ridiculous name for what was, by all indicators, a ridiculous man.

Although, as Florence watched the way his eyes darted around the classroom, shooting away every time a student got too close to making eye contact, she began to think that perhaps ridiculous was the wrong word. It suggested a certain confidence that this man in front of her was severely lacking.

It was painful to watch really, seeing him hoist the corners of his mouth up just to seem to lose his grip and have the smile come crashing down again. Both of his hands were shoved into his pants pockets, the right one fiddling with something it found in there so that the pocket almost seemed to flutter with his nervous energy. Even as she sat down next to Marlene, Florence couldn't take her eyes off of this clear disaster waiting to happen.

"This is going to be interesting," Marlene noted with raised eyebrows as she tapped her quill tip on the desk. "Reckon he'll make it the whole year?"

"Reckon he'll make it to the end of the month?" Florence returned, and Marlene snorted.

The last of the students shuffled into the room, claiming desks next to their friends and casting skeptical looks up at the unusual choice for professor. Even Remus Lupin looked unsure about Dumbledore's choice as he sat with eyebrows raised and a slight frown on his face.

The professor cleared his throat, which was completely ineffective when it came to quelling the murmurings of students sizing him up.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice dipping down into a mumble on the last syllable. As could be expected, the class' attention remained on their own conversations.

" Merlin's beard," Dorcas muttered under her breath from behind Florence. The professor furrowed his brow, a look of resolve on his face before trying again.

"Good morning." He had added a bit of volume and force assertiveness to his voice, but it wasn't until Potter hit Black on the shoulder and gestured with his head to the professor that the talking in the room tapered off. Faced with a room of quiet students, he succeeded in finally managing a weak smile.

"Good morning," he repeated, his voice soft but steady at least. "I'm Professor Fernsby, and I'll be teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."

It was hard to imagine this particular wizard ever standing up against the dark arts. He looked like he could hardly manage a boggart let alone a hag or Lethifold. Even faced with a room full of bored teenagers, he was crumbling under the pressure. Across the room Peter Pettigrew snickered, and Fernsby's expression faltered.

"I know that I am a new face here, and you've had five other professors, but I hope that together we'll have a good year this year and learn a lot."

Florence snorted and either Lily or Dorcas (probably Lily) jabbed a finger into her back in scolding.

Fernsby's smile flickered, and he paused. "Erm, yes. I know that this is your second class of the day, and it's early. The first years were all practically asleep at their desks this morning, but this is an NEWT-level class, so we will be covering rather complicated and dark material--oh! Yes, you there," Fernsby said, gesturing towards a student in the back. Florence turned, watching as Cassius Avery lowered his hand, a self-satisfied smirk already twisting at his lips.

"Can you explain what you mean by 'dark,' professor?"

The classroom went so still even Fernsby seemed to notice, his pocket fluttering once more.

"Well, we'll learn about the Unforgivable Curses. How to battle Inferi--"

"Will we be learning more about the Dark Arts themselves?" Avery interrupted, tilting back his chair so that it leaned against Thaddeus Nott's desk.

Fernsby's eyes flicked around the classroom as if looking for help from one of the students, but everyone remained still and quiet, watching to see what would happen. Florence set her jaw as she looked back at Avery who was looking rather smug. Beside him there was a glint in Thomas Mulciber's eye as if he were watching an animal fall into a trap.  "I'm not sure that would be entirely appropriate--" Fernsby started.

"I was just thinking that we should know how the Dark Arts work and such so we can properly defend ourselves?" Avery clarified and beside him Mulciber smirked. Florence's hand curled into a fist on her desk. "I mean, you want us to be prepared, don't you, professor? We need to know--"

"Avery you smarmy little git, would you shut up?" Florence snapped, and the eyes of the class shot over to her. But she was just looking at Avery whose eyes flashed angrily. "Even he's not thick enough to teach you how to curse someone. Go ask your dad. Or is he too busy shagging his cousin--I'm sorry, your mum."

There was a beat of silence as the whole class seemed to collectively hold its breath before across the room, Sirius Black broke out into a loud barking laughter, muffling whatever Avery snarled at Florence.

"Pardon?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, and though he opened his mouth to say it again, it wasn't Avery's voice, but Fernsby's she heard next.

"That is--that is quite enough," the professor finally interjected, and Florence turned around, ready for her detention or points to be docked, but as Fernsby's eyes landed on her and she met them with a fierce unrepentance, he wet his lips and moved on.

"Merlin's beard," Marlene whispered to Florence. "Been holding onto that for a while, haven't you?"

"After what he and Mulciber did last year to Mary, he's lucky I haven't set him on fire," Florence mumbled. "Last thing we need is that lot learning about the Dark Arts so they can practice on muggleborns."

Marlene nodded her agreement, and the two focused back on Fernsby who was presently taking attendance.

Class continued and with it the growing feeling that someone was attempting to stare daggers into the back of her head. When she finally turned with a raised eyebrow, she found that not only was Avery glaring at her, but Mulciber and Nott had also joined in their friend's effort. She gave the three of them the most saccharine smile she could muster and lifted a middle finger towards them. When she turned back to Fernsby, he was in the middle of listing his credentials and previous places of employment..

He had just finished on how formative his time in the Azkaban processing unit was when James Potter began to loudly pack up his bag. "And erm..." Professor Fernsby stopped, watching as Potter corked his inkwell and dropped it into his bag. "Mr….Potter was it?"

Potter looked up, "Oh, I'm sorry, Professor," he said, his face genuinely apologetic. "I thought you were about done."

"Done?" Fernsby asked. While the word might have cracked like a whip from McGonagall or Kettleburn, instead it came out rather helpless as he looked appealingly to Potter for an explanation.

"It's just that usually professors keep class short the first. To get us acclimated to the school schedule again, you know."

Fernsby said nothing, looking out over the class to see nods of assent. Even Dorcas kept quiet.

"He's right," Marlene said from next to her, and Florence's attention whipped to her friend. "Although usually they make us stay at least half the block," she added with a reproachful look to James.

"Ah, well, I suppose here is as good a place to stop as any," Professor Fernsby said. "Come ready to learn, as I will be picking up the pace as the year progresses."

He seemed rather proud of himself, Florence thought as she along with her classmates scurried to pack up their books before anyone could possibly grow a guilty conscience. He probably thought the early dismissal was a sign of kindness and not what it really was: blood in the water.

Shouldering her bag, Florence headed out behind Lily and Dorcas into the hallway.

"We're not going to learn anything all year," Dorcas moaned, tossing her head back to stare miserably at the ceiling.

"It's going to be an easy O at least," Lily sighed. "And besides, next year it'll be someone new. Maybe they'll be able to catch us up."

Dorcas wilted a little, head coming back down to face forward with a pout tugging down her lips. "I suppose."

Marlene looked disbelievingly at the group. "Are we really not going to talk about Avery?"

"Do we have to?" Mary asked with a shudder. "He's so creepy. "

"That whole group is destined for Azkaban," Lily murmured, shaking her head.

"Not if Lory gets to them first," Marlene countered, smirking.

Florence shrugged, "I already told you I didn't think Fernsby had the backbone to tell him no."

"Right, but going after his dad like that?" Marlene pressed, raising her eyebrows at Florence as if to prompt an explanation.

"Everyone knows the Sacred Twenty-Eight's inbred," a voice drawled from behind the group. Lily rolled her eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh through her nose as Potter, Black, Remus, and Pettigrew interspersed themselves amongst the girls. "After all, you're looking at someone whose father shagged his cousin. Thankfully all of the negative effects of my parents' decision to procreate saved themselves for Regulus. Florence snorted at this, and Marlene barked out a laugh. Even Lily's lips quirked up into a reluctant half smile. "I have to say, Saise, that was a thing of sheer beauty in there. I think I might have even fallen in love with you a little," Black grinned.

Florence rolled her eyes and shook her head, even as the grin stayed on her lips. "I hope you're prepared for heartbreak then. Pettigrew, I'd start collecting chocolate frogs now, he's going to need them."

A quick confusion crossed Pettigrew's face as he darted a glance at Black, as if to ask if Florence was serious. But his friend was too busy throwing a hand over his heart and staggering back as if wounded.

"Should I get some chocolate frogs too, Evans? Or are you planning on sparing my heart this year?" Potter asked, grinning winsomely at Lily.

She gave him a tight lipped grin back, tilting her head towards him. "You should get as many as you can and stick them in your bag. That way, every time you have even the faintest impulse to ask me out, you can take one out and shove it in your mouth to save us both the trouble."

With that, Lily brushed her hair over her shoulder and moved forward to link arms with Florence, turning them both around to march down the hallway and away from their heartbroken boys.

"I think there was progress," James said, piling potatoes onto his plate once the boys had sat down for lunch. The past forty-five minutes that they should have spent in Defense Against the Dark Arts had been devoted instead to James' eternal pining over Lily Evans. "She didn't call me any names."

"Didn't need to, mate," Sirius said, snagging the serving spoon from James. "Her face and tone of voice largely did that for her."

"Yeah? What'd it say?" James asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Sirius spoon potatoes next to his sausage.

Sirius straightened up in his seat, pointing the spoon at James. "It said, James Potter, you are a complete tosser," he said, mimicking Lily's high voice, much to the amusement of both Remus and Peter.

James looked down the table to where Lily tossed her head back laughing at something Mary Macdonald said. The lack of outright animosity had been progress, but she still didn't look at him with even a fraction of the warmth she gave to everyone else. Lily caught sight of him and the smile slid from her face, settling into a look of pure disdain before she turned back to her friends and said something that made Marlene McKinnon almost spit out her pumpkin juice.

"Well at least I can say I'm trying," James protested, turning back to face Sirius.

"Trying what? To get Lily Evans to hex your arse halfway 'cross the country?" Sirius asked. "Because that is about the only thing you're set to succeed at with her."

James scoffed before growing serious.  "I'm trying to win the bet."

Sirius raised his eyebrows at his best friend, and even Peter seemed to have checked back in to the conversation. Remus however let out a groan and set down the book he'd been reading so he didn't have to listen to James going on about Lily. "I thought you two had given that up."

"It was just on hiatus for a while," Sirius dismissed, picking up his fork to dig into his lunch. "Because unlike Prongs, I don't have to spend years just to get Saise to tolerate being in the same room as me."

"And yet," James said, picking up his own fork. "You still haven't won."

"Well, I've been a bit too busy with other matters to be worried much about the birds?"

"Like what?" Remus asked, picking his book back up.

"Largely, being the family disappointment," Sirius remarked with some finality as he bit into his sausage.

James just laughed at this. "Please, you have about as much interest in dating as Saise does. One of you is going to call it quotes before you can even go public--let alone last two weeks."

"All I'm saying is that at least Saise doesn't actively detest the very sight of me," Sirius shrugged, taking another bite of his food.

"I'm making progress."

"Of course you are, mate," Sirius nodded, navigating the words around the mouthful of food.

James shook his head at Sirius, "Padfoot, when it comes right down to it , I don't even think you could get Saise out of her knickers, let alone date you."

Sirius scoffed. "Everyone can get her out of her knickers. Everyone practically has gotten Saise out of her knickers."

Remus looked up from his book, a frown tugging at his features. "That's an ugly thing to say Sirius," he scolded, but Sirius looked completely unrepentant.

"It's not like it's a secret that practically our entire year has shagged Florence. Everyone knows what she's like," Peter shrugged.

"Exactly. Thank you, Wormtail," Sirius said. "But if you're so certain I can't do it, Prongs, then you'd have no problem making a little add on to our bet. Right?"

"No problem at all," James said, smugly.

"Great," Sirius said, leaning forward on his elbows. "Let's talk terms."

[procrastination-queenie]

Anchor ⚓|| JHS

Pairing: Husband!au Hoseok x Wife!au reader.

Word count: 1k +

Warning: slight angst, brief mention of sex, very slight smut. Super fluffy.

Synopsis: As an artist, Hoseok came to understand that in order to appreciate art, you have to focus on the little details, and that was no different when it came to your relationship because it's a piece of art in itself. Or Hoseok reminisces on his favourite moments with you.

A/N: Edit is taken from the application Nichi, I only added a few stuff.

If you're interested to read something similar to this work for Hoseok, click here.💛

When they asked Hoseok how you both made it so far, he was at loss for words that could describe the magnitude of love, care, understanding, sacrifices, communication and patience that your relationship held. His brain displaying vivid images, a video of your memories spent together from the moment you met till the present day. No matter how he tried to conjure up words that describe the feelings he felt, he would never do it justice. 

Your soft lips planted small kisses all over his face in a silent urge to wake him up. He smiled at the feeling of your lips that you made sure to moisturise before you went to bed. His head turned lazily to capture said soft lips in an idle good morning kiss that; even though it was nothing special, yet it took his breath away. The look in your eyes every morning with the sun rays accentuating your warm eye colour made him get lost in a non-existent dreamy world of fluffy clouds and cosy feelings bubbling inside his chest. He pulled you into his arms, basking in the warm silence of the morning before you both had to get up and begin your day.

Hoseok loved how you preserved your innocence in a harsh world. You were not some kind of angel, but your insistence to teach yourself to be patient and to learn to always see the good in the bad amazed him, and he slowly found himself infected by your persistence to become a better person because as you always told him: "nobody's perfect, Hobi, but we can always aspire to become whatever is near perfect," He found himself agreeing with you; however you were the only exception. To him, you are perfect.

The child-like behaviour that took over you when you were surrounded by kids never failed to draw a big fat smile on his lips. After running around, chasing your little cousin in an attempt to try and catch him, you settled on one of the bean bags next to Hoseok as your little cousin settled in the one in front of you. His small body lied on the big bean bag, small feet kicking at your knee, eyes looking at you with mischief from underneath his heavy lashes as he suddenly burst into childish babbles, making you chuckle and start to imitate him. The action made your other cousin, his sister who was only older than him by two years, join in with your babbling. Hoseok looked at you in admiration; he felt lucky to experience such private and sweet little moments with you. That night before you departed from your family's house, your baby cousin was sound asleep in your arms, a scene that made Hoseok's heart full as his eyes engraved the memory in the back of his mind. Something that like any other couple you both dreamed of and that is to start your own family...someday.

Apologizing was never an issue to you, seeing that you grew up owning your mistakes and taking responsibility whenever it was your fault. "I am sorry," you whispered kneeling in front of Hoseok looking right into his eyes. Sincerity evident in your glistening eyes, you set your hands on his knees as you waited for his reply. Sometimes he wondered how your ego never stood in the way of you apologising. "I am sorry. I promise I won't do it again," you apologised again for the discomfort that you've caused your husband. Hoseok sighed as he hugged you in a tight embrace, he could never stay mad at you, never. "It's okay Jagiya," he kept saying, rubbing your back in soothing circles to calm your silent sobs. "I am sorry,"

"I know, Jagiya. It's okay,"

Being intimate nowadays to some young couples like you represented nothing but wild, crazy, sex. You realised how it became a non-existent competition between whose husband or boyfriend made his partner feel better whenever you hang out with your friends. When it came to you and Hoseok, you vowed to never share such intimate details; it was something about the both of you that did not concern anybody else. You both also agreed to cherish those moments like how you both held hands when you both reached your peak. Your wedding ring glistening in the soft glow of the soft light that engulfed you both, catching Hoseok's eyes, reminding him that you were his and he was yours. He adored the way your lips met his in a desperate kiss, silently telling him how much you love him. Your muffled moans, like a rare good piece of music to his ears. The way you circle your arms over his shoulders pulling him close for a few seconds before the two of you pulled apart from the heaving and sweaty embrace. This was a world of your own that no one has the right to invade its borders. Exclusive only for both of you to enjoy and experience.

Communication was also the main contributor to your relationship. Hoseok remembers during Jimin's wedding when he made a toast saying "Hobi hyung and y/n are like role models to me. The way they loved and doted on each other isn't like anything I have ever seen before." Hoseok took your hand in his, lightly squeezing it. I love you, you turned your head smiling softly at him, your smile saying I love you, too back. Your eyes searched his face with a look of adoration before you pecked his lips and settled your head on his shoulder. Jimin was right; the boys rarely witnessed any of you raising your voice in anger towards the other, instead, you would both try and talk to each other. The fact that you were aware that communication is an important element to any relationship made you stand against so many hardships that could've broken you up. "So, here's to Hobi hyung and y/n for being my favourite couple of all time," Jimin said raising his glass, making his wedding attendees burst in laughter and awes.

Life wasn't always easy on the both of you, just as there were ups, there were downs as well; nevertheless, you remained stronger than ever with each others' embrace, not just physically but also mentally. Hoseok sighed as you pulled him into your chest, tears escaping down his face. Your warm embrace was enough to put his fast heartbeats in sync with your steady ones. You didn't say anything, you didn't need to, you just pulled him into your arms ready to stand and fight against what was bothering him. Hoseok also didn't need anything else other than the reassurance of you being there for him. "Do you want to talk about it, baby?" You whispered softly, running your finger through his chestnut hair. Shaking his head, he put his head into your neck, body entangled with yours in a beautiful mess on your sofa. "I just want you to keep on holding me," he answered back. You closed your eyes for a moment, sighing. If that's what he needs then that's what you're giving him. I am right here, love you tried to put your thoughts into action by rubbing his back and running your fingers through his hair now and then. He placed a small kiss on your neck as a silent thank you.

One of the things that you loved about your relationship was sharing what you both loved to do together.

You sat between Hoseok's spread legs, his arms circling you in a tight embrace as you read a book that held a small collection of poems that you really liked. Hoseok kept on slowly placing passionate kisses along your face starting with the side of your forehead, your cheek, your jaw, till he reached your neck and nibbled lightly on your skin. "Hobi!" You whined turning to look at him. " What, love," he smiled at your pout, "please, focus," you said trying to sound serious as you turned your attention to the poem that you were reading. "Baby, I am focused," he said continuing with his distractions making you giggle as you turned your whole body into his embrace, circling your hands around his neck with the poetry book still in your grasp. He felt the cold pages that flowed with art slightly touching the back of his neck. You looked all over his face before leaning in, kissing him, softly biting his bottom lip as you slowly released it. A playful gaze underneath your lashes was displayed to him as soon as you opened your eyes. You pecked his lips one last time before turning in your original position with a smirk on your pretty features. "Focus," you said again continuing with your reading, leaving Hoseok in a complete daze. He chuckled, before pulling you closely and nestling his head beside yours as his eyes scanned the poem you were reading.

"Y/n!" Hoseok whined as you yet again made a wrong step making you both stumble and fall on the floor of the dance studio. Lately, you've been wanting to try learning tango. Something which made Hoseok not hesitate for a second and jump immediately at the chance of dragging you to his safe haven, the dance studio. You laughed at your failed attempt with Hoseok hovering over you shaking his head with a smile on his face. "I am sorry, turns out it's not as easy as it looks," you said calming down from your laughter. "Baby, it is easy you just need to pay attention," he said pulling you up with him. "Come on. Let's try again," Not a few minutes later Hoseok whined your name, again, as he pulled back from your laughing figure, pulling slightly at his hair in frustration. Your laugh echoing throughout the studio put a small smile on his face as he shook his head. "Baby, no don't be frustrated," you whined playfully running towards him, jumping to wrap your legs around him. Hoseok holding you by your thighs while your hands rested on his shoulders. He laughed at your attempt to lighten up the atmosphere as you sensed his failure to help you learn a few moves. He looked up at you, chuckling when he was faced by your excited gaze and your small smile that he knew would burst any moment into a big one any second now. You leaned in to give him a kiss to encourage him which he reciprocated with so much love. Pulling back you push yourself off him, "let's try again. I promise I'll get it right this time," you said pecking his jaw. He nodded, his eyes no longer held frustration, but determination mixed with adoration to help you learn. That's how it always has been with you and Hoseok.

Shaking his head slightly to come out of his bubble, he looked at the interviewer still incapable of describing your relationship. Maybe someday when you both grow old together, he would consider writing a book to try and convey his feelings for you because by then you both would have learned more about each other and experienced every dimension of the other. So, for now, he was satisfied with his short answer which he knew that only you and he understood that it held so much more than the simplicity of it, "I don't know, I guess that's what love does, right?" He said smiling into the camera...

[devilbat]

Quarantine Online

A/N: sorry I have been MIA for months now. A lot has going on in my life and Depression sucks, making it hard to write, so forgive me.

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: Just fluff

Summery: dating is hard it's even harder when a Pandemic happens.. 

     The picture you stared at only showed a well-toned lean body in a well-tailored suit. Most of the photographs showed the same, never his face. His name was Tom 39 years old, living in London. Though he dose travels a lot for work. Shakespeare fanatic, runner, enjoys cooking, long walks with his dog when he's not running and lots and lots of dancing. Six foot one, six foot two on a good day. Who was testing the waters out there, but will be the perfect gentleman and very respectful.

        His profile stated as you looked through it. He had messaged you right as you thought about giving up once again. Everyone on these dating apps only wanted one of two things. Nudes or sex nothing more. No connection, no relationship, not even a friendship. Sure, you were offered friends with benefits.

That was something you were not looking for. Did it not state in your profile that you weren't going to do any of that. Do men even read?

       The few dates you have gone on all ended up a bust. Then the quarantine happened right as you were getting yourself out there. So it was conversations via text. But soon you were ghosted far too many times because you wouldn't send nude.

        You were all about to shut down your account when this man named Thomas H. sent you a message. You weren't even sure why you click on the email from this man without a face. Here you were reading what he had to say.

       Y/n,

           My name is Thomas, but naturally, I go by Tom. I'm sure you might not even respond to this as there is no face to this profile. With my job and for my privacy would be one of many reasons why. But I thought I might give it a shot. And I have to say I'm quite mesmerized by your beauty. You are quite lovely, and I'm sure you get that a lot. But I genuinely mean it. I was a bit fascinated by your profile as I read it, might have had chucked at a few bits of it. I would like to know more about you.

       Like what type of nerd are you? Marvel or DC?

Star Wars or Star Trek? And of course, I'll answer any questions you might have for me. As well I would not ask for any pictures of you clothed or nude as I would like to get to know you as I'm hoping you wouldn't mind getting to know me without the nudes as you put it. Ehehe.

     I genuinely hope to hear from you. But understand if I don't.

Sincerely, Tom.

    Ps, I do hope this quarantine hasn't made you gone completely bonkers.

       Usually, you wouldn't have responded, but something about him told you not to pass this up. What was the worst that could happen that already hasn't happened on an online dating app? Well, there was always the fact he could be a serial killer.

       Hello Tom,

    You may have messaged me in time I was about to give up on this site and return to my habit.  Marvel all the way. I would hope you would agree or we can't continue talking. Though, I can't deny that DC needs to just stop with Batman movies. The should have stopped before George Clooney. Though I will give Christian Bale props, he did a better job than Clooney.

         As for Star Wars and Star Trek? That is a tough one, so I'm just going to say both are good. But let's face it. Captain Kirk is the better star fleet Captain. Sure Picard is excellent as well. But anyone after them just doesn't do it for me. Ha ha..

     And it's all about Baby Yoda. If you are not a baby Yoda fan, you're just wrong. Yes, I'm one of "those" girls.

Coffee or Energy drinks? I would say I dabbled in both. Pancakes or waffles? Yes, there is a difference. I'm a waffle girl myself. Well, that is all I can think of right now.

Y/n.

You hit send before setting your phone down on the table next to you as you yawned. Maybe it was an early bedtime, not like you had anything better to do. You puddled around your usual routine before bed. A loud ding brought you back to your phone.

"That was quick." Recognizing the chim of the app all too well. Grebing your phone, forgetting your face cream as you were curious about what he had to say—settling into bed, getting comfortable before you opened your phone.

Y/n,

I'm delighted to hear from you. If I'm quite bold, and for starters, its tea for me. With two sugars and a splash of cream. As for waffles or pancakes, I'm French toast kind of man, duh. Lol. Though you can't beat a good old fashion English Breakfast and a side of Earl gray. Eheh.

I'm quite a fan of marvel though it is a rather vast universe. What movies/comics praytell do you prefer?

Sorry love to disappoint, but I'm going to say Doctor Who I am British. The tenth and the eleventh doctor. I do hope you've seen the show. I used to watch the reruns of the original with my father when I was a young wide eye lad. I am a fan of both Star Wars and Star Trek. And there is nothing wrong with liking a baby Yoda. He is exceedingly loveable.

          It says your new to England, where are you from originally? How long have you've been here? Seen any of the sights England has to offer?

       That's all for now.

Sincerely, Tom.

          Emails went on for weeks talking back and forth first on the dating app than via text. You were the one to leap by giving him your number. After hitting send your phone vibrated with a text.

         Unknown number: Hello love, this is Tom. I'm delighted to receive your text.

        More weeks had passed. Still, you had yet to see his face though he did send you photos of random things during the day. You did the same as your toes sticking out from the bubble bath. Then you got a text of his toes sticking out from under the blankets. The two of you would watch a movie together. The quarantine was still in effect. Each of you would pick a film out every other weekend and sit back and watch it—text throughout the movie.

          Y/n: Omg did she just run up the stairs like a dumb big boobed bimbo!!! She makes the rest of us look bad.

Tom: Eheh, you said it darling, not me. Though I think she might survive this.

Y/n: Wanna make a beat? I think she will die within the next few minutes.

Tom: Oh, it's on. Now, what do I get if I win?

Y/n: Whatever it is you want cause mister you are going to lose.

You both patiently wanted to see what happens next. The movie ended, and you waited in annoyance for Tom to respond to gloat about being right. And to see what he desired for his spoils of war.

Tom: Well, Love, it looks like I have won this round.

Y/n: It seems you have butthead. What is it that the winner wishes for?

Tom: Did you just call me a butthead? Eheh. Hmm, let's see. How about a Skype date? I figured it was about time to reveal myself.

Y/n: Tom, I just meet you. I'm not sure I'm ready to see your eggplant. Haha.

Tom: I probably should have rephrased that better. My face love, my face. Eheh. Tomorrow at 7 pm?

Nervous was an understatement. You had cleaned your whole flat even if you were going to stay on the couch, laptop resting on a large pillow setting on your coffee table. You sat playing with your hair, unsure if you wanted it up or down. A chim from your computer startled you from straightening out your dress you finally had settled on. Soon a well-tailored suited chest came on screen.

       "Hold on, darling, trying to adjust this blood screen." The deep British, very attractive yet somehow familiar voice rang through the computer speakers. You only assumed it belongs to Tom.

           You watched the man attempting to fiddle with the view, cursing ever so quietly. Making you giggle relaxing a little bit more. Your laughing came to an abrupt halt when Tom's face came into Focus. Your jaw dropped. And now the unmistakable "ehehe" came in to play as you stared at none other the most eligible bachelor in England none other than loki himself Tom Hiddleston.

           "Darling, I think your drooling." Tom teased point to the side of his clean, shaved face. Tom fidgeted with his now raven-colored hair.

          "Oh, I-I," You stammered out, trying to compose yourself.

           "Didn't see this coming did you?" Tom smiled, wetting his lips with that blasted tongue of his.

           "Well, no. I wasn't expecting Tom

Hiddleston."

           "Is that a bad thing?" Tom spoke up.

           "Oh, no, no. I would be an idiot to say it was. Hey, wait a minute. I've told you that, that, that. Shit." You muttered.

          "That I was your hall pass if given a chance. Eheh. Well, it looks like you'll have had wasted your hall pass privileges. You only get one and can't use it on someone if you are already seeing them."

        "You know, sir, you are still a butthead." You stuck out your tongue at the man.

        "You do like calling me that. Why are you calling me a butthead this time?" Tom grinned.

              Your time with Tom was extraordinary, the two of you talked throughout most of the night. He told you things you never knew about the actor every woman pined over. Here you were, the one woman out of a billion he seems to fancy.

           "Well, love." Tom cooed as he watched you try not to nod off to sleep. "I should let you sleep."

         "I'm sorry." You muttered sleepily.

          "Do not apologize, my dear. I should be the one to apologize I've kept you up most of the night.” Tom smiled softly. He watched as you rub your eyes, a shy smile softly graced your lips. Making Tom’s heart flutter.

”Perhaps, my dear, would you like to meet for coffee at the cafe that opened back up?” Tom hummed in high hopes.

”Hmm, I don't know.” You smiled, trying hard to look like you were contemplating though you were going to say yes. To hell with this virus, it was Tom Hiddleston asking you to coffee.

”I mean, I'll wear a mask and stay six feet if needed.” Tom added quickly.

”No, no, there is no need for that. I don't mind unless you feel like it's needed.” You pipped up—Tom grind like a fool shaking his head no.

[kate-read-that]

Everyone knows there's two groups in Scott's town: bikers and players. On one hand, bikers are a mess to be around: always looking for trouble, making noise, partying all over the city.... a mess. Th issue is, most have good grades and know enough about machines and motors and such to give classes to the mechanics from town.

On the other hand, players are nice looking, kind hearted, smart boys that never make a fuss and are always there to help the community however they can. Most are football players, runners and basketball players or all of those at the same time. They're a charm to be around, if you're lucky enough to get in their circle.

"Welcome to Pop's, please sit wherever, its early yet" says Peter to his friends, careful to keep equilibrium on his rollers.

"Thanks Mr, we'll take the same table we usually do" Steve laughs and goes sit at their usual table with the rest.

Serving the table next to them, pretty blond looks at Peter with adoration.

"Is Claire still trying to get you to ask her out, Peter" MJ asks, fully knowing the answer already. Peter whines.

"I've tried to discourage her in a million ways! I'm bi, but I'm not interested in her, I dont know why she doesnt get it!"

"Man shes hot and funny, what is there not to be interested about?" Sam asks, one broe arched in disbelief.

"If you like her, ask her out! That'll get her off me" Peter begs while writing down their orders, even thought theres no need.

They always order the same food and wait until Peter finishes his turn to go so something around the city, and tonight's no exception, until new company arrives.

The door opens to Tony S., major douchebag of the city, and his friends, the major dumbasses, Nat, Clint and Bucky B. Peter's friends instantly look awkward and pissed, and the other persons in the diner look at Tony's and his friends with dread. Who know what they might be up to. The fact that they cant be thrown off high school because his amazing grades pisses off a lot of people.

Peter swallows and calms himself. He hopes Tony wont cause problems in the diner, because that's the last thing he needs and tmhe really doesnt want to kick anyone out. Besides, he isn't sure how he would kick them out if he had to.

Despite his nervousness, he rolls to them and smiles politely: " Welcome to Pop's, please sit wherever, today is not as full"

"What about you sit on my lap, darling?" Tony claimed he was bi a long time ago; more than claimed, he was caught having sex with some guy under the major's statue. Peter counts to five so he doesnt reply to that.

"Choose whatever table you want, I'll go serve you right now" he then turns around to give the cooker his friends orders, hoping he doesnt look too startled.

Tony usually mocks them in high school, and they mock right back, but he has never said anything sexual to him. It's strange, thinking of him that way, like someone you can have sex with. Peter shakes his head and rolls back to Tony's table.

Nat and Clint are too busy signaling at each other to notice he's there, and Bucky is checking something on the other side of the diner. Peter is too shy to say something when no one is paying attention, so he waits until Tony tells his friends to shut up and order already because they're making Parker loose his time.

Peter looks at him surprised, but smiles and starts taking notes. Clint has a little bit problem to order, because his deaf and his parents couldnt teach him to talk until he got in school, but he manages. Peter likes Clint, he's nice and seems a good person, but he doesnt understand why he mixes with the rest.

Nat is adopted and she's always in trouble for this thing or the other, she's always quiet but when she talks is like she's always trying to test you, somehow. Bruce had to give her math classes for a while and he said she's actually not that bad, but she still scares Peter.

Buckys parents are cool, they let him leave alone, which sounds incredible, but hes always argues with teachers and missing class, and hes always inappropriate and rude to people.

And Tony's parents are as rich as it gets, but they like to live away from big cities so they're here until tony graduates. Peter doesn't know much about them, except that they no longer pick Tony up when he gets arrested so one of the members of their staff does it. His uncle Sam is a cop, and he says theres nothing sadder than parents that dont care about his son enough to get mad at him.

So Peter tries to be kind to them, but it's so hard when all they do is mock him and his friends. Besides, Tony always has the expression, like he's to good for everyone else! It drives Peter mad.

"I'm going to have the Burguer 6, with chips and a piece of that ass" Tony pretends to read seriously from the menu, but his friends dont laugh. Peter's tired of the jokes, but he needs the job and Tony is not going to ruin this for him.

"Sure thing, dude, maybe when hell freezes. What else?" The others do laugh this time, to Peter's confusion, and order their meals.

.....

"Dude he absolutely hates you" Bucky seems to find this hilarious, even though hes Tony's best friend and he should support him, dammit!

"Of course he had to wear shorts, not like I could keep my mind straight or something" Tony moans, watching Peter roll away like the cute doll he is.

"You're like an animal dude" Clint says, little sloppy but understandable.

"Pathetic" Adds Nat, as if Tony needed confirmation of the screw up.

"And besides, since when is your mind straight?" Bucky laughs at his own joke, like the idiot he is, Tony thinks, while checking the other side of the diner again.

"At least I dont stalk Rogers from here like some kind of pervert" Tony smiles wide at Bucky's affronted face, blushing and frowning. "Whatever".

"Dude, just tell him you're into him and ask him on a date, this suave shit is not your style" Clint signs, too tired to try and talk. Tony signs back "Suave is totally think you jerk!"

"Not when you care" Nat interrupts as direct as always, looking seriously at him. "Food here is good but if you did yourself a favor and went straight to it we wouldnt have to come here and hear you whine"

"Straight?" Bucky chimes again, entertained. Nat hits him in the back of the head "Idiot."

"I will, alright? I will"

Rught then, Peter comes back with their drinks and Tony leans back.

"I dont know what I like the most, you coming to me in those cute rolls or you going away in that killer short"

All his friends look at him exasperated, and Tony cant believe he actually said that to Peter. Hes never going to get a date with his cheesy fucking lines.

But Peter laughs. Not a big laugh, okay, but a short, cute one that he tries to hide.

"Maybe youd like me better without both, huh Tony?" He leans towards Tony a little, his hand on Tony's shoulder for a second.

Hes gone just as fast as he came, leaving the whole table shocked.

Tony knows he should close his mouth, but he cant believe Peter Parker just legit flirted back at him. What the hell? He needs a cold shower right now, and his friends need to stop looking at him.

"Did you pay him to say that or something" Tony knows Bucky is trying to be funny, but truth is he cant explain that act either, and when he looks at Nat and Clint for help, they're just staring at him like a third head just grew out.

...

Peter is hyperventilating.

"I cant believe I flirted back. What the hell is wrong with me?" His friends are looking at him like he just told them he likes to dance hula naked in december, and Peter cant blame them

"Huh, maybe the fact that you've had the hots for him for years?"MJs voice cuts the air. Peter looks at her in disbelief.

"I have not! He's arrogant and careless and despective and rude and..."

"And hot and intelligent and funny, in your opinion" MJ adds, smiling "I've seen you laugh at his jokes when you think no one is watching, and you cant deny hes hot and smary"

"Maybe you should date him"

"Dont be ridiculous, I'm leaning to girls in this period of my life. And he's into you, not me"

Peter couldnt believe MJ. He did not have the hots for Tony, and Tomy was not funny, not all the time anyway, and Tony Stark was not into Peter in any way, shape or form.

And yet he had felt so good flirting with him. Seeing his amazement when Peter had answered. For once, Tony was not in control of everything and playing his jokes, he was shocked.

And Peter did that to him.

So Peter decided, what the hell, let's try this out. If he ends up being an asshole, my friends will kick his ass for me.

"If you like him, go ahead, but he looks like too much trouble for me" Steve said, looking worried. He and Bucky had been childhood friends, but they bad separated later in life and Steve didn't like to be close to him or his friends, Tony included.

"Yeah, and if he's a jerk to you well talk to him" Sam smiled threatingly, clapping his hands.

"Nat is really nice to be around when you meet her" added a blushing Bruce, who had been crushing on the ginger since they met but was way too shy to say or do anything.

Peter kept working until he had to deliver Tony's food. He tried not to show he was nervous and he definitely didnt check his ass before going out the kitchen with the food.

"Number 6,8,12, and 3 for you guys, with chips for everyone and a piece of ass for Anthony" he looked at Tony intently, trying to guess his reaction. For a second Stark just stranded there, shocked, until he slapped Peter's ass so strongly all the diner turned around. Or maybe it was because Peter had let out the loudest moan a boy his size could produce.

Peter thought he was going to kill himself. What was that?? One thing is flirting,but that? He was so losing his job. Trying to keep as much dignity as he could, he said "That's more than a piece, and it hurt, you idiot" and he turned around and left, head high and eyes burning from shame.

....

Tony was going to kill himself.

"Dude, what the fuck? He was kidding you dumbass" Bucky, again, was laughing at him. Although this time Tony couldnt blame him, fuck it. What the hell was that?? It's not like Peter's bubble butt didnt deserve one or two good slaps, but Peter worked there!

On the other hand, how could have Tomy anticipated that Peter was going to react like that? That moan could have brought people from the death, nd it certainly brought some of Tony's parts as well.

"It seemed like he liked it" Nat said, like she was reading Tony's mind. She was trying to keep herself from laughing, while Clint signaled that he was scarred for life.

Tont got up without knowing what he was doing. People weren't looking directly anymore, but he knew they were still totally focused on his movements. He got in the staff room without problems. Apparently Claire was too shocked to say nothing about it.

As soon as he got in he saw Peter, sitting in a corner, head buried on his lap.

"Dude what the hell? Are you alright?" Tony rushed to him scared. Peter just laughed.

"You're kidding? I'm si getting fired after that. What the fuck, man? In which world is that an appropriate way of flirting?"

"So we were flirting?" Tony wanted to confirm, and he realized now he sounded like an ass.

"Oh my god you slapped my ass but you dodnt know we were flirting? Dude! You're all class arent you?" Peter frowned at him.

"Didnt seem like you cared" Tomy knew he was being a dick, but he couldnt help it when Peter was right there, all long legs and blushed and nervous and biting his goddamn lip making it even redder than usual. If possible, Peter got even more red. "I liked that a lot, but that doesnt mean you can do it in my job, you idiot"

"What about my place? When you finish here?" Tony knew he was going to be totally rejected after that but he had to try, right?

"Ah, no, I'm not letting you win after that. You're taking me on a date first, and if you behave I'll let you take me to your place and well see what happens" Peter said, knowing full well he was going to be ditched.

"Deal"

"Wait, you sirious?" Peter opened his eyes in disbelief.

"What, you're not?" Tony arched his brow.

"I am, I am. Okay, deal"

"Can I ask you something, before I leave?"

"What?"

"Would you wear those shorts to our date?"

[jincherie]

some fic recs

we love a good proverbial nutte(tm) over some quality fiction in this house!!! here are some fics that have been rustling my jimmies lately!!! [under the cut bc it got a bit long!!]

➤ by @the-protractor-writes ​

— by its cover | hoseok [ao3]

↳ ‘Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride. Demon!Hoseok, magic-university!au and enemies-to-lovers!au’

— a kiss to save a life | seokjin [ao3]

↳ ‘Being retainer to Prince of the Forest, Kim Seokjin is an exhausting job- he’s selfish, he’s impulsive and just has a knack for getting himself in trouble.

But when an adventure out in the human realm leads to Seokjin falling in love with a human woman and he makes a deal that threatens your entire kingdom, it’s time to start asking yourself: How far are you willing to go for your prince?Fairy prince!Jin x reader. Loosely inspired by the Little Mermaid but with a few extra twists ;)’

—  schemes and tricks to win her heart | taehyung [ao3]

↳ ‘Rich company heir Kim Seokjin has a plan to win the heart of the girl of his dreams, and you, his little brother’s best friend, are dragged along for the ride. His younger brother objects, of course. Bestfriend!Taehyung and Chaebol!Jin’ 

➤ by @chimchimsauce ​

—  sanctuary | jimin

↳ ‘YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she’s been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary’s Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.’

— det cep xenu | jimin

↳ ‘Det Cep Xenu: noun// fiction// A fictional or otherwise illogical phenomenon that occurs in reality. Soulmate AU’

➤ by @ salade [ao3]

— call an uber? | ot7 [on current hiatus!]

↳ ‘Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right? What happens when all of this occurs, but you're still doing your job AND getting a large sum for it? Now there's something to think about, and it's definitely not what you're thinking.’

➤ by @ naidoo [ao3]

— everything you are | namjoon?

↳ ‘When Kim Namjoon is in a coma and becomes your patient you learn quickly that not all things - or people - are as they seem. Confronted with his attention seeking girlfriend who cares more about the numbers of likes and clicks and how often she makes a front page than she cares about him you start realizing what a lonely life he leads.’

➤ by @ ms_writer [ao3]

— seven for the price of one | yoongi (+ ot7) [m]

↳ ‘You always knew that dating Min Yoongi meant having his six friends as well. If you ever had dinner together, you were aware of the fact that you had to buy six plates of food more. If you tried to surprise him with a movie night, you knew you had to make space for the six other on the couch.

What you didn't know was that when Min Yoongi wasn't in the mood to have sex, another one of his friends could give you a hand.’

➤ by @countrysundae 

— when the planets align | yoongi, jimin, jungkook

↳ ‘In which you are plucked from Earth to be the next warrior in some intergalactic game of titans. You've been training for two years now. Why are all these awkward boys coming out of the wood work now? You have to stay focused and survive not only for yourself, but, the fate of your planet and everyone on it. You can't get distracted from your feelings. Not now.’

!! - sidenote: i am so whipped for this!!!

➤  by @ faery_kth [ao3]

— lueur de lune | (almost) ot7

↳ ‘your recent move has caused a lot of stress and you decide to take a stroll by the little lake behind your house only to find the moon and her fallen star’

!! - sidenote: i am also so very whipped for this one!!!

➤  by @ valkook [ao3]

— three pints full | jimin, jungkook, yoongi

↳ ‘You're assigned to a frightening case, a body is found in the bitter unforgiving terrain of Montana with strange bite marks, far from home and the warmth of Vegas. More casualties and victims are discovered with the same marks in your home turf. Your bravery, wit, and life will be tested.But what happens when you fall for the very killers you're hunting?

Oh, and their also your neighbors.’

!! - sidenote: !!!!!!! ugh im so far up this fics ass

➤  by @ syubkatsu [ao3]

— my housemates, the deadly sins | ot7

↳ ‘Your life went downhill as soon as you entered university. During the first year, you got so stressed that you were diagnosed with anxiety and depression. Halfway through your second year, your parents had gotten into a horrible accident and passed away. Now you were alone, a beautiful new home coming under your possession. Once your grandmother's, you had inherited it from your mother's side. That meant you never needed to handle the rent; all you needed to deal with now was your inner turmoil with no help whatsoever. or so you thought..’

➤ by @ xuhei [ao3]

— poles apart | taehyung

↳ ‘message from: nams ; knew I could count on you to be normal. have you and taehyung got anywhere yet? / message to: nams ; what do you mean? the two of us are friends. you and jimin are gonna get somewhere before i ever get anywhere with taehyung / message from: nams - ‘pzziza lads’ ; aha! i knew you liked him! / message from: nams ; sent that on the wrong chat but you’re right if you thought that was to you’

➤ by @ agentlemanshat [ao3]

— potions, magic, and otherworldly charmers | all (oneshots?)

↳ ‘So this is my excuse for writing that sweet sweet magic content I've wanted from Bangtan and never could get because what are the chances that BTS just suddenly comes out with a concept where Jungkook has to dress like a furry and Namjoon like a witch from a Tumblr aesthetic blog. Smh’

➤ by @ citronblue [ao3]

— the magic shop | namjoon, jin, jungkook

↳ ‘BTS Love Yourself: Tear Prompt #7 Magic Shop: “It’s okay to trust me. This is a Magic Shop that will console you.”You have never experienced true love, so out of a whim, you decided to write a wish to be granted by the Magic Shop. It’s a club run by seven students at your college and they are known to be able to grant any wish, besides money, to come true. Your wish grantors turn out to be Park Jimin and Kim Namjoon, two figures whom you absolutely detest. What happens when you finally learn the truth that every wish comes at a cost? (Greek mythology related)’ 

➤ by @ schluemr [wattpad]

— kitties and cupcakes | jimin

↳ ‘Y/n...can I bite you?" / Hybrid au, Reader adopts a stray hybrid cat and he helps her out at the bakery she owns’

[cyclone5000]

I was inspired to ask you this question because of the ccs content you've been reblogging (love that show btw). So as far as I know Japan is not a very gay friendly country, certainly not as friendly as some people believe. The MalexMale and FemalexFemale content is marketed to specific groups and usually shows them in ways that are kind of demeaning, like having one of the males being touched against his will (like full blown raped in some cases) by his future lover. (to be continued)

So my question is, how come Sailor Moon and Card Captor Sakura were able to get away with showing Gay couples in their shows (and well developed, healthy gay couples at that) back in the 90s? It was censored in America but Japan didn’t seem to have a problem with it, and as far as I know both shows were mainstream shows in Japan and marketed to large groups, not like Yuri and Yaoi normally are. Is it just cause they were side characters? Any chance you know the answer to this question?

uhhhh tbh I don’t know if there is a right answer to this…I’m unsure if I’m the one who can provide one at least. 

I’m not that well versed in this kind of stuff. And I’ll be honest, I’m little confused by this ask…I’ll answer it as best as I can. But, I’m just gonna tell you right off the bat that  this is 100% my speculation. Don’t take this as a serious answer :x 

With the way this kind of question is worded…it sounds like you’re comparing the same sex couples in SM and CCS to yaoi and yuri genres? And if that’s the case…well…your answer is right there… you’re basically comparing magical girl anime to pornography….

I mean, don’t get me wrong. Japan is definitely not an LGBT friendly place. But, the adult industry is all about fantasizing to the point of fetish-sizing. It is purposely formulaic. Why? Because a kink is marginally easier to sell than a person. And this is something that can be applied to international adult markets. Ever notice how there are several categories on porn sites, but no real variety within the category’s content?  Yeah that’s no coincidence. Adult entertainment is not about reinventing the wheel, they follow the patterns that are known to work.

Yaoi and Yuri definitely are applied this notion. I think the fact that it’s animanga further allows readers to detach it from reality. Like in the case with the yaoi genre, a huge premise behind it’s creation is ‘forbidden romance’ and its after effects. Caste systems, falling in ‘love’ with someone who you can’t have, power dynamics, the whole ‘i’m not gay but you did this one thing to me and now i can’t forget how incredible it made me feel and so i’m confused until this story reaches a conclusion’–all of this and more get cranked out to the extreme because it sells this romanticized POV of Taboo. 

It’s kind of a no brainer to see how incredibly inaccurate these genres are at depicting actual same sex relationships. But the whole point of the genre is…well not to. I’m not saying that it’s a good thing or anything. (I think a major issue within the adult industry and pornographic material is how unregulated it is in favor of it turning out a profit. Studies have show that people wind up believing what porn shows because of their lack of sex education…but adult industries don’t feel pressured to cared about that really…which does have a negative impact…lol i wrote a paper about this once).

I know bc of the nature of the Internet and stuff, Yaoi/Yuri is often lumped together with regular mlm and wlw love stories. Yes, you’ll find some sense of similarities on how sexual these stories can be. But I think there there is a major difference in yaoi vs shonen ai or yuri vs shoujo ai. And that difference boils down what kind of story the author wants to tell. And what kind of impression the author wants to leave in their reader’s minds. 

Which I’ll transition to SM and CCS now. These series had a specific story in mind, and in order to tell that story; the author(s) made conscious decisions to have characters and couples to display it. I don’t think that they ‘got away’ with anything. In the case with these two shows, in order to display themes and other elements of their fictional verse, they created gay characters to illustrate them in ways the other cast members couldn’t.  The gay and lesbian characters/moments weren’t just added in without consideration. They were an integral part to the plot. They had purpose. And with that in mind, they were created.  The reason why they are good and healthy depictions of relationships is because of the actual format of the genre. These are magical girl stories. The priority is telling a good story. I don’t think they were just token characters, they were woven into the plot extremely well. And if you have a well written character, that’s gonna have a way better impact than a ill written one. 

There was a lot of effort and care put into both of these series. That’s why they left a strong impact that’s still prevalent today. I don’t know too much about Japanese culture and stuff. Under my assumption, I don’t think they are focused on LGBT representation. It was the 90′s. It was rare to find anyone that pushed for proper representation right, hell it’s still rare in present day!  But even if it’s not a primary acceptance for the culture as a whole, for one reason or another, it was impertinent  to the authors. That’s why they made them, that’s why they were weaved into the story. Japan is known for its subtlety. These characters were homosexual, but it was quiet. No one was blunt about it at least. These could be factors of why it was broadcasted as widely as it was. idk for sure, but my gut does tell me that it was a  positive if anyone did oppose of it. 

Like, with SM, I couldn’t tell you what Takeuchi had in mind while conceiving the story…If I’m not mistaken. I believed she made the first ark and was pretty okay with it. But when she gained popularity she was asked to create more, and thus made four more SM series. If the publishing company is asking her to continue her story…chances are they’re gonna let her draw/write what she wants. SM was already a running series by the time Haruka and Michiru came about. That whole ark was specifically about the talismans they held. Takeuchi might have had her own reasons for writing a romance between them, but I personally don’t know what they are. If that’s what she wanted though, that’s what she was gonna do. If the story is good enough to pull in sales and readers, then it’s okay. I can’t remember if there was a big uproar about it. I don’t think there was at least. 

CCS is a little different seeing as it was created by CLAMP and a different publisher. CLAMP in of itself have always been kinda progressive. I mean, within this series alone…one of the big themes is love and memory. Specifically how those two things are so different person to person. I know that tumblr and other social media likes to comment about the gay couples in the show (I don’t blame them lol), but sometimes it’s easy to forget some of the…not so easy to accept romances in the show. There were a lot of romantic feelings between students and teachers. Most of them having a large age difference between them. There were some things that crossed over family lines too. Their push for risky romance, did not stop at just same-sex couples. It was all across the board. CLAMP has always been one of those authors teams that pushed ‘there are many versions of love and just bc you don’t like it doesn’t mean it shouldn’t exist’ mindset. Even if people didn’t agree with the message, it didn’t stop or deter them from their success. And again…I feel like if I was a publisher…and I had a material for long running success…I’d take it lol. CCS had a lot of promise. 

Hell, look at YO/I rn. The author was always straightforward about Victor and Yuuri being a couple. And they got it through to completion. Why? Because the story was good enough to win people over. I know that sounds like a simple answer to such a complicated issue (it’s really hard getting variety and representation in animanga) but if the team believes in a project, and there is promise in its creation…there is history of studios caving in and allowing it to get created. And this isn’t just for gay love stories. It goes for a bunch of different things…like, look up how Cowboy Bebop’s concept got created! It makes me laugh every time i think about it XD That is like a prime example of someone getting to make what they want and the result being outstanding. all bc the publisher didn’t care so long as they got one thing correct.

BUT I don’t know for sure. It’s not like I’m able to find direct interviews with the authors of SM and CCS. I don’t know what they were actually thinking when creating their stories. Or why they specifically designed the characters the way they did. 

But the same sex couples in these series will almost always be better than say other stories in the yaoi/yuri genres. And that’s just simply due to writing. The authors made characters to fit within their worlds. They didn’t just create characters that had slight variations of the same exaggerated animanga tropes. 

It’s kinda sad when I think about it. mlm stories are being catered to the female gaze while wlw stories are being created for men….why? bc according to publisher, those are the demographics that will purchase these works…I don’t think that’s necessarily true. I think that a lot of people have their preferences and types–but no one is gonna reject a truly good story! lol, even if there are gems within the same sex genres, make so mistake. They can be really hard to find.

I’m not Japanese. Hell I’m Indian-American. That’s like the double opposite of Japanese LOL. For SM and CCS, I don’t know what are the priorities for these publishing studios were. I’m just guessing that it’s success/numbers and thus they allowed for the story to take flow naturally. I don’t know for sure though. I could be completely wrong here. I’d urge you to try and find the answer elsewhere, I’m actually not like a super-fan about these kinds of shows :x hell I don’t really read yaoi or yuri anymore…

but I hope this at least created some kind of stepping stone for you to seek out the proper answer to your question. ^^’ sorry I wasn’t more help. 

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Hi beut! Not sure if you've written this sort of stuff before, I jus think you would be so great at writing nsfw prompto fic

Actually I’ve written my very first NSFW Prompto fic not too long ago (like a week ago and I kinda wanna know how you guys think of my writing style for nsfw/smut fics ;-;) but don’t worry, I gotchu Anon fam

Prompto NSFW

You and Prompto are enjoying your date at your favorite pizzeria with a large pepperoni pizza just for the two of you. For some people, this is just a casual meal but for the both of you, it’s actually very special.

Down to your last piece, you finish the satisfaction with the remains of your iced tea.

“So, where to now?” you ask him.

He playfully leans forward with his hands tucked underneath the table, but you two were leaning so close towards each other that there’s some kind of foreshadowing between the two of you that you just can’t figure out--at least for now.

“It’s nice to take a walk at the park in the night--something unusual for some couples to do, but we’re a cool couple so let’s do it.” he winks his one twinkly eye and bites his lip, for a moment there your heart melted.

Actually, he was right, the park at night is quite a pretty sight--it’s actually illuminated with lanterns and strings of light so it gives off that peaceful and romantic vibe. You two stroll together hand-in-hand. You found a tunnel-like canopy covered with blossoms.

“Want me to take your picture there?” he asks you, you wonder if he actually has the secret ability to read your mind.

“You don’t mind?”

“Of course I don’t mind. I’m sure you’ll look pretty--well, you always do.” he smiles.

You go on ahead and make a sweet pose underneath the canopy of flowers, he puts his eye on the viewfinder, focuses his camera lens on you and presses the button, you hear the sound of the shutter; you run back to him to check it and knowing Prompto he’s bound to take the best shot.

“See? Pretty and perfect.” he smiles.

Then you notice that his gaze is deeply fixated into your eyes, you notice his eyelids droop and how his finger delicately strokes your cheek. He softly cups your jaw and prepare yourself for a kiss--it’s a perfect scenario until...

The rumble of thunder made you jump and a rainfall follows, immediately drenching both of you. Prompto grabs your hand and you both make a run for his house. You arrive home drenched, feeling your bare toes on the warm wooden floor after removing your shoes, gasping for air and shivering from the chill of the wind and rain combined; you find yourself snickering and so does he, it eventually ends up in laughter.

“Okay, so who showers first?” you blurt out.

He rolls his eyes up--doing his adorable “thinking face”--and then shrugs, “You know it’d be much better if we, y’know~”

Obviously, you got the hint but you just love playing along with him, “What? If we what?”

“If we don’t decide who gets to shower first and last. I mean, it’d be much better first and last go together.”

“Okay, okay, I get what you mean, not-so-slick slick.” you chuckle and then you feel his finger brush away the drenched lock hanging in front of your face.

He looks at you as if he’s trapped in a trance, “You are so beautiful.” he coos lovingly.

His fingers trail down to your cheek and then to your chin. Watchful eyes following the trail. His palm cups your jaw again as if to continue what was interrupted by the rain. Even after being soaked in the cold rain, you wonder how does he manage to remain this warm. He finally goes in to kiss you. Tongue coyly slithering inside. Supple lips pressing against yours. Your hand crawl up to his nape, your fingers gently clawing his scalp, and your other hand sliding down on his arm beaded with raindrops.

Out of impulse, he’s cornered you against the door, he expertly takes the hem of your shirt and raises it until you feel air cooling the droplets clinging onto your skin. You return the favor by doing the same and once you’ve stripped him bare of his shirt, he presses himself against you to radiate his body heat on you. The crevices of his abdomen felt hard against your smooth and soft tummy.

While locking lips on one another, you feel Prompto’s hand grope on your thigh and just to play fair your hands searched for his waist--you unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants. You manage to pull away and get to the bathroom, you turn on the tap and block the drain to fill up the tub.

“It’s not warm but--”

“No, it’s perfect.” he cuts you off, snatches you and you sit on his lap.

Little by little, Prompto licks the beads of raindrops off your neck, your moan echoes around the bathroom and his mouth trails down to your collarbones and then downward to your breasts. He also strips you off your bottom clothing--luckily for him, you were wearing a skirt so it was equal to easy access to ripping off your undies.

You tilt your head, exposing your bare neck and fully allowing access to him, as he comes nibbling your skin you reward him with your moans and pleasurable sighs. You notice that the tub was full enough so you carefully dive in completely naked, you look at him like a siren luring in their lover entranced by their lust. He hurriedly removes his pants, hard-on throbbing, and jumps into the water to join you.

Prompto throws himself into your arms, surprisingly the water isn’t that cold, and you suckle on his lips. Ripples and splashes come and go with every shift that either of you make. He dominates you--partially submerged yet resting your head on the end of the tub--and you pour handfuls of water on his head, causing little droplets to fall like tears all over his face. One by one you kiss them, suckle them, lick them as he hungrily chases your lips for himself.

He snatches you by the waist and a quick shift brought you between his legs with your back turned against him; you feel his hand smoothly gliding on your side and then going downward to your thighs until his fingers met your sex. Ever so delicately, he squeezes your clit between his index and middle finger and starts to rub in a small circular motion until his ring finger met your love hole and matched the pace with his fingers between your clitoris--while that got you moaning, he added more into mix by greedily licking your nape, planting fleeting kisses on your shoulder that you just want him to keep doing, and fiddling with your nipple.

“I love it when I hear my baby moan.”

“S-Stop teasing me...”

“What?” he teases.

“Please, not... like that.”

“I can’t hear your begging clearly. Do it again.”

He makes it a bit of a challenge as he plays with you some more right before you could even muster enough breath to speak.

“Please, Prompto...” you moan as he continues.

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me...! I wanna ride it!”

He grins, nearing his mouth to your ear, “With pleasure.” then he concludes by nibbling your earlobe.

Carefully, you switch positions again--you top and him lying down--his erection enters you and begin by riding it in a slow pace, gradually you shifted into a bit faster pace and with every rock, his huge erection hits your g-spot.

“Oh fuck, you’re so big.” you sigh, holding onto the sides of the tub for support as he helps you while holding onto your sides.

While you ride him, he puts his fingers into your mouth and you glaze it with your spit, he rubs his saliva-coated fingers on your nipples which added up to the excitement and your combined playfulness.

He gently pulls you in so that he can taste your lips again, the tip of his tongue slowly yet greedily making its mark across your mouth, he helps you as he thrusts in and out while you sit on him.

Faster... Faster now... It’s almost there!

You feel yourself melting, you can almost feel your own climax, he gently holds you by the neck whilst thrusting himself into you and you can tell that even he is close to his climax.

“More, Prompto! I’m gonna cum...!” you squeal.

You feel his warm cum filling you within. You slump onto his rock-hard chest and you can actually feel the storm in his heart, placing your hand over it you try to help him calm down--with slow, deep breaths synchronizing together. He wraps his arm around the small of your back, embracing you, keeping you close to him; you slightly roll to his side as if you two are in bed.

“Let’s shower together from now on.” he initiates.

You mimic his thinking face, you bite your lip as you look at him straight in the eye, “Yeah, I think showering together is much better.”

You snuggle your head on your shoulder, his arm around you and you both just never minded the fact that you two are cuddling in a tub. It felt surreal and real at the same time. Warm and cold yet pleasant. There is nothing else that you can ask for when Prompto’s by your side--because he makes the littlest of things absolutely perfect.