#thank gd he knows my size

[hidingoutbackstage]

Okay it’s official my bf is the best man in the universe

[tinyidle]

Hii!

I was wondering if your requests we’re still opened and if so, could you please write a smut with Mingi X Fem.reader where you give him a blowjob while he’s driving and he gotta pull up in a parking lot cause he wants you so bad.

Thank you in advance and love your work!

Have a good day! 🥰

Make It Worse - SMG

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: you have a mouth problem. you can't really help that you never fully stopped teething, and it helps with regulating emotions. and you can't help that your boyfriend only makes your slightly strange addiction even worse.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴/𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: mingi x fem!reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: slice of life; fluff; smut

𝘈𝘜/𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰: established relationship; car sex after a movie date

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 3.15k words

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: some angst, hand kink, slight brattiness from reader, nipple play, oral fixation, fellatio, fingering, cunnilingus, tons of saliva, cum eating and cum in general, overstimulation, insatiability (on both ends), slight exhibitisionism, slightly awkward positions, unprotected sex (know what you're doing), b!gd!ck mingi, risky sex in every way combined, all fiction ofc ofc

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: M for mature

𝘈/𝘕: thank you very much for liking my things! this made my creative gears turn, i just had to do it now or id never do it. also, i hope all your days are grand too <3 and yes, requests are open, albeit me responding to them once in a blue moon lol. 2nd submission to @wonderlandnet

we all have that one odd thing we did growing up-- collecting random objects, fiddling with hair or clothing pieces, smelling certain things. what you had, however, was something you had as a child that grew into an explicable thing: you like having fingers in your mouth.

sucking your thumb was a common thing growing up that you eventually grew out of, but after becoming sexually active, it became less of a subconscious thing you do and now more of a need from your partner. at first, whenever you'd bring up your habit, it would turn of some and turn on others a bit too much, making your relationships last extremely short.

this lasted for a good while until you met your current partner, mingi. you prepared for the worst from the moment you told him about your "unsettling habit" to some, but to him, it was nothing. he just simply shrugged his shoulders as if you told him that you just finished off season one of one piece.

"really?" you asked, shocked that he seemed so nonchalant. "you're not weirded out." let out a chuckle, mingi leaned to you and gave you a chaste peck on the cheek, "it's more normal than you think. and if anyone makes you feel otherwise, fuck 'em."

you would smile from then on, always relaying that time in your head when you would feel ashamed for feeling the need to suck on your thumb due to high stress, or excitedly nibble on the tips of your fingers when a funny bit showed up in one of your favorite movies. mingi made you feel safe despite your habit, and for that you could never let go of him.

and he honestly couldn't let go of you either. when months turned to year, and you became more comfortable around him (and he with you), he would be flattered by how you shared your habit with him. now, instead of sucking your thumb due to stress, you'd silently ask for mingi's fingers to put in your mouth while he would use his other hand to gently massage any areas causing you tension. instead of nibbling on your fingers whenever something funny showed up on television, you'd subconsciously grab at one of mingi's long fingers and swipe your tongue around it, smiling when his familiar taste welcomed your taste buds.

mingi found it endearing, he really did. just like you let him lay his head on your lap for comfort and scratch his scalp when life got a bit too difficult for him, he let you use his hands as a haven for whatever you were feeling, and whenever. it was crazy that, despite his size, you were as equally his shield as he was yours.

it was even crazier, however, when you both found out how much you loved each other. the moment you decided to get intimate, your love and almost constant need for sucking off your boyfriend became that much more apparent than wanting his hands. mingi understood how much you liked the closeness, so he'd offered himself for whenever you needed in private. he knew that later he'd also get to have you, so it didn't matter to him.

tonight, however, especially since you both scheduled to have a car movie night date to a romantic chick flick, it was going to be extra hard not begging for him.

mingi drove you two to the area where the projector and sheet was with other open trunk-cars. during the entire drive, you were biting your lip, forcing yourself to not grasp at your boyfriend's fingers as he was holding the steering wheel. it was definitely not the right time to gain his attention, however, so you did your best to stick it through. it didn't help that mingi would occasionally put one hand on the wheel while the other would caress your thigh-- lovingly of course, but not-so-innocent thoughts would flood your mind every time he made the innocent gesture.

once you were there and opened your own trunk, you and mingi would push the back two seats of the SUV forward to give you two more room. opening the trunk and situating the blankets and pillows you brought with you on the interior ground, you both laid down on them while cuddling each other, face forward to see the upcoming movie while being able to feel comfortable.

the movie was funny, mysterious, and romantic all-around. you would hold onto your boyfriend's fingers and put them over your lips in case you felt like having them, but to mingi's small but fortunate dismay, you didn't put them in your mouth. in private, mingi doesn't mind you using him in any way possible, but in public (or in this case, semi-public), it would do something him that he wishes he could calm down but can't. you weren't holding up any better, as you still had that lingering need for your boyfriend since the car ride to the movie. what made it even worse was when a sex scene came up out of almost nowhere.

yes, the movie was for adults because of the curing and mildly crude jokes, but in no way did any of the descriptions say that it may content actual sex. there was the nudity warning, but you thought it would be a simple comedic "flash scene". nope. the couple had only flash spotting of humping and kissing and love-making during the five-minute scene. you could feel your boyfriend's heart race that much more, his adams apple making an almost cartoonish gulping sound. as for you, the fingers you were now fiddling with on your lips were now being held tightly by you as you begged to yourself to not get turned on. it didn't work.

once the movie ended past dusk, you and mingi got out the trunk and closed it, then got into the driver's and passenger's seats. as mingi was setting the map to drive you two home, your mind kept wandering back to the movie, along with your rekindled want to have your boyfriend. but now it was too late, as he started to drive again. you waited and waited and twiddled your own thumbs before having an idea. mingi's hands were occupied, but his length wasn't.

the man was focused on staying in his lane in the highway, awaiting further instruction from the GPS before he felt his sweats getting pulled from the front. not wanting to look down and risk being a danger on the road, mingi cleared his throat before asking almost too innocently while staring straight ahead, "baby, what are you doing?"

disregarding his inquiry, you practically clawed through his confinements until you got to your target. pulling out his half-hardened length as he hissed from both the cold air and your firm grip, you smiled up at him. you decided to answer him by lowering your mouth onto his head. "ffff-" mingi whimpered as he did his absolute best to pay attention to the road. he groaned as your tongue swiped across the pre-cum that formed on his head, nearly dipping his head down.

softly jerking your boyfriend in hopes of getting him fully erected, you warned him: "focus, mingi. dont lose focus on driving." using his unoccupied hand to caress you hair, you looked up to find him nodding as his breathing became unsteady. but you both knew it would be hard for him not to snap.

with each suck, it got even harder to focus as your tongue felt so warm and welcoming against him. you could clearly see it as you were seeing the occasional blush from his face. he quickly turned to the right side of the highway to avoid rear-ending the car in front of him, almost scaring himself. you accidentally jerked off of him from the force of the turn, but quickly regained yourself to rest your mouth back on your boyfriend.

mingi's eyes went wide when he realized you were actually trying to make him cum instead of just simply using him, evident when your ministrations only heightened. "baby-" mingi pleaded as he tried using one of his hands to gently push you off him, "please dont. not here."

as he saw that you were too cock-hungry to listen, mingi frantically searched a place to stop at. he thankfully found an area in the forest, turning right into the grass until he knew you wouldn't be seen. much to the warning of the GPS re-routing him to their destination, mingi ignored the assistant. once he parked and turned off the map, he pulled you up off his rock-hard on and feverishly smooshed his plush lips onto your now-swollen ones. because of the place you were, mingi pulled off your lips to go to the back on the still-made trunk, motioning you to join him in the back of the car.

as you went to the trunk, you saw mingi hastily remove his restrictive clothing, with you following suit. both of you are now finally free of any limitations, back onto each other's arms and mouths as mingi's hands explored all he could. he once again pulled out the kiss to kiss down your neck and chest, latching on your erect nipple.

you groaned as your hands found a resting place on his hair, massaging his scalp in tandem with hip jerks. mingi held you hips down, letting go of your breast just to simply say, "wait, baby. let me take my time." suppressing a whine, you nodded and allowed mingi to have his fun with your breasts, occasionally flicking the bud and sucking the whole of the areola part in his cheeks as a challenge to see how much of you he could fit in his mouth as you did with him. spoiler alert: he was good, but not as good as you with him. your moans were loud, but it was exactly how he liked it.

"fuck, mingi. let me have your cock again. please," you pleaded now, understanding the pain he felt when you were teasing him while he was driving. plopping off your breasts to give them each a light blow and kiss, he watched as you shivered and panted from his actions.

mingi chuckled before sitting up, motioning you to lay curled up near his now red length. "ill let you suck me off if you let me fuck you with fingers."

you frowned a bit. you wanted him to have you on his girth after blowing him. "but-"

"you almost made me hit a car," he reminded you.

"i told you to focus!" you tried your hardest to gaslight. the man raised his hands to pinch and twist your used nipples, making you yelp and recoil from mingi. "hey!" you called out as your boyfriend laughed at your reaction before crying out when you tugged and twisted the same to his testes. you stuck your tongue out, "you're mean."

of course, you both know it was the brat in you talking, but knowing what type of man you were with, mingi looked past it and simply gave you the ultimatum. "either we do what i say or you get no fingers or dick for a week." you widened your eyes and whined clearly getting stress from not being able to get you way. leaning down to kiss your temple while rubbing your hip to relax you from the current space your body was dragging you to, he loosened the ultimatum a bit. "it's okay. if you be good for me and cum on my fingers, ill get you off on my cock any way you want."

your eyes lit up instantly, causing mingi to smile. "really?" you asked, hoping he wasn't joking.

he nodded as his hand now went to rub your pelvis. "i promise baby."

leaning down to give you a reassuring kiss, you reciprocated before reaching up to hold the hardened length in front your face. mingi did his best to not jerk his hips up as he sighed from your hot mouth once again sinking into your mouth, immediately slurping off any pre-cum that beaded his tip. using the hand he was massaging you with, he pushed your legs enough to have access to your pussy. mingi slowly and leisurely pushed his middle finger into your wetness. as soon as his digit touched your skin, you gasped from the sudden shock and immediately cried out. without thinking your throat clamped down on mingi's shaft, making him choke out as he worked you open for his second finger.

"shit, your mouth is always so damn good," he panted, his fingers now steadily pushing in and out your gushing cunt. the car was filled with your muffled gags and whines while mingi's deep exclamations along with your loud core rung in your ears. "you're truly gonna be the end of me. ah, fuck..." his actions on you plus his facial expression told you how close he was to release.

wanting to make you cum first, mingi leaned over and held your leg open while his other hand curled inside you, occasionally using his thumb to rub against your previously-untouched clit. shaking from your release coming, you patiently until mingi gave you the go-ahead to let go. "mingi, im- ahh!" you exclaimed as his length fell off your mouth while your hips jerked into his hand, breathing heavily from the overstimulation creeping up on you as mingi prolonged your orgasm from pulling out your hole and furiously rubbing your clit.

remembering your boyfriend, you took his length back in your mouth, clamping down as sucking on it as you were lazily jerking off the large part of him your tired mouth couldn't reach. "oh, fuck. im gonna-" holding you to himself as you kept your iron grip on his girth, you felt ropes of cum spill from mingi's girth to your mouth as he groaned in relief. you happily sucked off all you could, swallowing until his length was clean.

mingi sighed while in a now sit-lying position, pulling you upwards and in for a loving kiss. "good job," he congratulated you, rubbing his cleaner hand on your cheek before sucking off the other of your juices into his mouth. you both enjoyed each others' tastes very much, making it easy for you two to get each other off for the sole purpose of tasting each other. when he cleaned off his fingers, mingi asked, "now, my flower, how would you like to be fucked."

you didn't mean to moan, but being reminded that you were going to be able to choose your reward, especially when this was your reward, you couldn't help but exclaim in the only coherent way you could right now. mingi chuckled before waiting for you to gather your thoughts on your decision on the desired position. "i want to ride you while i suck your fingers," you concluded, blushing in spite of the exposed state your were at.

your boyfriend simply nodded before saying, "okay, we can make that happen." mingi sat straight up and brought you to his lap, chest-to-chest. he watched at how utterly beautiful you looked from his current line of vision. bringing his hands to your waist, he ran them from up your shoulders down to your hips before carefully lifting you up by your ass. as you held his girth to where your hole, and he would meet, he wants to make sure you're ready. "you ready?" he asked, thumbs stroking as much of the skin of your ass it could.

you nodded, "yes, baby."

you both smiled as you shared a kiss, gently making out as mingi lowered you down on his firm girth. you both broke the kiss to gasp from the intrusion of love through the penetration. you had to adjust to mingi's size, even if you were on him just a few days ago. he was just so huge that, while your mouth got used to him, he would have to continuously open you up for him. it hurt at first, having him in you so deep, but after a few minutes of slow grinding and praises from your boyfriend, you started moaning more from pleasure than discomfort.

mingi placed his hands on your sides, pulling you closer to him as he slowly lifted you up and down his slick length. you inhaled sharply and shivered as you were felt every ridge of your boyfriend, with mingi breathing heavily from your cunt practically choking and soaking him. when the pace sped up, your cunt would clearly be hard wetting your boyfriend's lap.

as you were set to emptying your mind from how your boyfriend was fucking you, mingi helped turn you to lay your back on his chest without coming off him. he brought his fingers to your mouth, to which you happily invited in your saliva-slick mouth. "mmmh," you moaned as you now bounced and ground your hips on your boyfriend's girth, feeling proud of yourself in how you got to be so lucky with such a man.

mingi moved his other hand to rub tight circles on your clit, causing you to make high pitch moans from the extra stimulation. he wanted you to fully let go, and you knew it. "come on, baby. cum for me," he kissed under your ear, making you twitch and cry out. "let that tight pussy make a big mess on this cock. im all yours." he stopped circling your clit to tap against it, fully sending you to the edge as your eyes welled with tears as you came hard.

"fuck!" you exclaimed loudly on mingi's fingers as you greatly wet his length. "m-mi-ngii~" you hiccuped as your mind focused on pushing yourself harder on your boyfriend, trying to milk every drop of cum that could come out of him. and so you did, with him chanting your name before releasing another rope of cum into you as he held your hips down to fully enjoy his orgasm.

both of you were panting heavily, you especially exhausted from the overstimulation you just experienced. taking a minute to catch your breath, you felt your boyfriend remove his now limp length from your cunt. you instinctively grabbed his hand to move his fingers from your clit and sucked on it, smiling from how sweet you tasted.

mingi snorted before lifting you off his lap and folding you in half. "gi, what are you- oh my god!" your mouth as now hung open as your boyfriend held your thighs open, slurping up all the cum he emptied in you. ignoring your legs shaking and your desperate pleas to slow down, he cleaned you up, licking and nibbling your puffy folds until you were pushing his head away, sounds of shivering only being made from you as you lost almost all your thoughts.

going up to cuddle you and calm your shivering down, mingi smiled as he saw you slowly fall asleep. when sex was intense, you'd tend to sleep fast instead of go through the normal aftercare routine. giving your forehead a peck, he did his best to put your clothes back on as well as his own, move the dirty blankets and pillows to the front, and took a spare pillow and blanket to help you rest soundly while he drove you both home.

[honeytama]

hi its me the plus size reader again🤗🤗 dude okay so stay with me. noah coming to a function with you and notices how ur brothers friends act with you and is like seething the entire time until someone asks you to dance corridos, (i dance the old way) and he watches with HATE. pulling you away and gets super nasty and dominant towards you. that would be sooooo good🤭 thank youuuu

PLUS SIZE ANON ARE U LATINA/E YES OR NO 🎤 IM SCREAMING you’re a genius

let me pull myself togetherrrr, sfw jealous!noah under the cut

cw/tw controlling/dominant, i didn’t go super crazy bc im in my soft noah feels rn

ookokok soooo first of allll you’re in like a brand new outfit, and noah notices even though it’s like the first time he’s gone dancing with you. and you look so gd yummy!!! ass SO fat in your boot cut jeans or maybe a short little black dress OOF, and the titties are OUT

he can’t keep his hands off you the entire time you’re talking with your brother’s friends. his arm is around your waist and rubbing down your thighs,, but you know he’s just doing it to show them you’re his. and you wanna dance, and noah hasn’t learned just yet

so one of the friends asks you to dance,,, and you have to say yes obvi, you’re so well mannered. noah likes that about you, but he can’t help but ring his hands together and tap his leg anxiously watching you dance with another man. over the guys shoulder, you can see noah purse his lips and watch the ground.

corridos/norteñas is such an intimate way of dancing,,, noah can’t help but be angry that you’re on this man’s thigh?? and your chests r so close?? 😒 like CMON (but in the back of his head he knows you’re his and it’s just a dance)

but the worm in his brain!! it gets to him and he storms over to interrupt you

“y/n, you said just one song,” his voice is low but dominant and gives the guy a side eye

“baby it’s not a big deal—”

“you’re done.” he pulls you to the side, off of the dance floor

you get frustrated and serve his attitude right back, “i wouldn’t have to dance with another man if you knew how to dance, noah”

“then teach me.” he huffs, “i want to be the only man holding you like that. that way they’ll really know you’re mine”

you’re like oop 🫣 and then happy ending bc Noah’s so soft in my head rn,,, you get to teach him how to dance that night, he’s stays serious for you because he loves doing things WELL, and he can’t help but apologize to you about his behavior too awww

—Ugh I WANNA GO DANCING 🫠 ty for bringing this to me

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

the way my day has been horrific like I got into work and the fucking printer runs out of toner and my dumbass manager bought the wrong size cartridge <3 so now we don’t have ink to print paper forms if those dusty ass $50 Android tablets they use decide to glitch for the billionth time <3 and I’m working at this clinic for the next 2 days <33 so I’m gonna have to deal with this shit tomorrow and Sunday <333

then some dickhead comes in who hasn’t been in for over a year and ofc he has to update his paperwork, so I hand it to him and begin explaining it bc people never read it, they always just ask me what it’s about so I’m used to offering it and explaining it right away and this dumb fucking cunt goes, “You don’t have to explain to me what it is. Just tell me what to do.” in the meanest fucking tone I’ve ever heard I genuinely felt like crawling under the desk and dying

like bitch that’s why you’re bald. it’s karma for being a fucking douche.

then someone comes in right before we close for lunch so we had to take them :) and as a result, I didn’t get to have a break today at all <3 we worked right through our break bc the bitch that came in apparently doesn’t know how to read the gd hours PRINTED ON THE FUCKING DOOR AND ONLINE.

so. I hadn’t eaten since last night bc I didn’t have breakfast this morning bc I was like oh I’ll just get something while on break!!! sike!!! now I’m halfway through my shift and I feel like passing out!!!!!

I get off 20 minutes later than I should bc surprise!! another dumb bitch decides to come in before we close!! I get home almost at 8pm, tired hungry and fucking furious. my parents and sister went out to eat and my parents got me something for me to have for dinner, thank god. all is saved, right?? wrong, because my piece of shit sister literally grabs my fucking food that I’ve been dreaming abt all day, opens it, goes “Here’s your food.” AND THEN PROCEEDS TO EAT IT IN FRONT OF MY FACE??

and when I tell her to stop, she goes, “You’re so selfish. It’s not my fault you decided not to eat all day.” BITCH YOU ALREADY ATE?? I HAVENT EVEN DRANK WATER ALL DAY BC OF THIS STUPID JOB AND YOURE TRYING TO BLAME ME FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO EAT WHEN I HAD TO WORK THROUGH MY BREAK?? AND YOURE CALLING ME SELFISH FOR TELLING YOU TO STOP EATING THE FOOD THAT WAS MEANT FOR ME?

the way I was about to beat her to death with my bare hands….

[bardicbeetle]

5. How did you figure out your oc's identity?

They tell me.

The funny part about that is that it takes time. Like they need to learn to trust me with it before I realize it's there.

Yeah, Jesse was gay the whole time, it was subtext until it wasn't. Did I know it was subtext at the time? No, I was fourteen and in the closet. Do I see it screaming at me when I go back and read old drafts? Yeah. It's staring me in the face, it is so barely subtext that it's only a font size below actual text.

Isaac is bi, did I know this before writing the single line eight drafts ago where he said he and Tom used to date in high school? No, no I did not.

Alex's gender shifted like a snap, like they made the realization and then handed it to me as though it didn't mean re-writing the entire gd book. Meanwhile their asexuality didn't actually get brought up until I started diving into their relationship with Isaac again.

Like... shit I only figured out Tom was trans two months ago. And it makes sense he didn't tell me sooner because he's been a background character the whole time and only now that I am starting to actually write more about him is he handing me information.

Anyways yeah I am very much <*insert Schmendrik the Magician*> I am a servant I am a dwelling I am a messenger.

I know nothing until informed otherwise by the characters rattling around in my skull. Is there a subconscious decision happening somewhere? Probably. But I'm not aware enough of it to register anything beyond experiencing said characters slamming their hands down on the countertop of my mind and going "I've been this way the whole time, obviously." Even if and when that is just blatantly untrue.

I love it.

Thank you!

[knchins]

JJK Boys + Their Sexual Specialty

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader, Megumi x reader, Inumaki x Reader, Yuuta x Reader, Gojo x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Yaga x Reader,  Geto x Reader, Toji x Reader, Naoya x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Mahito x Reader, Choso x Reader

Reader Type: AFAB, Gender Neutral for the most part (there may be some fem nouns. I couldn’t find any while editing though)

Rating: M/E

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, anal sex, fingering, condom use, stealthing mention, toxic relationships, dubcon mentions, cunnilingus, shibari/bondage, stuffed animal abuse (if you get this reference then you’ve been here a while and I thank you), dacryphilia, degradation, misogyny, unsafe sex, abandonment, some yandere mentions, marking, knife play, blood, sex toys, bad aftercare, good aftercare, pregnancy mentions (no breeding), abuse mentions, cream pies, cum...idk there’s a lot going on here.

Notes: Haven’t posted any writing since December. Haven’t actually written much since then either. But um...have this shitpost ig. These are obviously my opinions and if you don’t like it then you can leave. If you can guess which of these are based off of life experiences then you can have a virtual high five and suggestive “niiiiiice”.

Adult Itadori Yuji

Stamina. Man can go for days if you let him. He can cum an endless amount of times and still be ready to go again in a snap of your fingers. Will only take breaks to carbo load but will definitely burn the pasta because he got distracted by thinking about what he was going to do to you next. You’ve gone through so many pots and pans because of this man. At least he has the decency to replace them?

Adult Fushiguro Megumi

Cunnilingus. I touched on this in my last shitpost but uh...Man’s tongue game is immaculate. Can have you cumming in under sixty seconds. Technique is absolutely flawless. His tongue and jaw never get tired from overuse. If your clit was a sour skittle he’d make his tongue bleed by how long he’ll suck on it. In combination with those gorgeously long fingers of his? You’ll be seeing stars for days.

Adult Inumaki Toge

Makes you cum on command. Will 100% do this during an argument in order to distract you and make you forget what you were pissed off about. Definitely orders your ass around in the bedroom but it’s completely consensual and details are always discussed beforehand so you know what to expect. Will stop everything the second you say a safe word or even look mildly uncomfortable. His specialty is aftercare. Will absolutely dote on you like you’re royalty.

Adult Okkotsu Yuta

Attachment issues throw him into yandere territory so I guess it’s a good thing that you like his dick? I better stop there before people come at me for my unpopular opinion. Will at least treat you nice as long as you promise to be his and only his.

Gojo Satoru

When I say this man’s stroke game is better than any other penis wielder on the face of the planet? I mean it. He’s oddly flexible for a guy his size but it comes in handy because the depths he can reach are unimaginable. Swift, fluid, hard. Favorite position is definitely the mating press so he can watch his long pretty dick disappear inside of you over and over. Not interested in actually impregnating you but will definitely bitch about wearing a condom, will stealth you if you say no.. Kinks include cream pies and hate sex. 

Nanami Kento

Shibari expert. Rope bunnies line tf up because Nanami is a gd master at tying your ass in any position you want to be in. He has a huge collection of rope, but only natural fibers in this house because safety is key and rope burns are the worst. Jute, hemp, or cotton, it’s dealer’s choice. Color coordinates his rope with whatever your outfit. Amazing eye for detail. Will never put you in harm's way because he knows his shit backwards and forwards.

Yaga Masamichi

You cannot tell me this man does not have a giant stuffed animal with a strap on it that he makes you ride while he fucks you in the ass. That’s all I have to say about that.

Geto Suguru

Soft dom of the century. Master of degradation but make it sweet™. Somehow makes calling you a cocksleeve a compliment. Delivery is nothing short of perfection. Will let you play with his hair if you’re a good girl. Has a huge thing for dacryphilia so making you cry from over-stimulation is just everyday foreplay to him. Will 100% whisper very naughty things to you in public.

Fushiguro Toji

Mean daddy dom. Rails you as hard as he can because he knows you can take it. Zero remorse for making you beg for his cock when he ignores you for weeks. Gotta leave some bite marks on you just so other guys know you’re off limits even if he’s busy fucking off somewhere else for an unpredictable amount of time. Toxic asshole but damn can he make you scream. You’re just his dumb baby. A stupid slut. A whore who’s only good for getting him off and he’ll make sure you know that. Will definitely make you cry on purpose. Will also promise commitment just so he can hit it raw and then leave if you get knocked up.

Zenin Naoya

Sorry, anything I have to say about this soggy banana peel will veer into dark content territory and I’m trying not to do that on this particular post. Hence why I rewrote Toji three times. In short: Needlessly mean? Yes. Brutal degradation? Yes. Terrible misogynist? Yes. Predatory asshole? Yes. Would I still fuck him? Yes.

Sukuna Ryomen

Knife play but with his nails instead of blades because man has a set of claws that could rip your throat out if he had any desire to. Can’t get hard unless there’s blood involved. Enjoys sinking his fangs into your thighs. Would totally brand a bitch for life so everyone knew who they belonged to.

Mahito

Not totally convinced this man has a penis (which is totally okay, not all men do). Will rock a strap though and has very skilled fingies. Anymore elaboration on this would definitely be too dark for this post. Take that as you will ig.

Choso

Man is aroace. He doesn’t want the pussy and he doesn’t want you touching his dick. But he will cuddle you like a man-sized teddy bear. Best person to snuggle up into bed with even though it does nothing for him. Will definitely appreciate how good your hair smells though.

Checked pinned navigation post for blog info. It’s oudated af but w/e. If you’re been following me awhile or we talked outside of tumblr or in dms, please note that my pronouns have changed.

[spookiekewchie]

Training Day

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Sam Wilson x woc!reader

Summary: The one where training with Sam leads to other things

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: look....it’s smut. choking, semi public sex, female receiving oral, spanking (once really) unprotected sex (wrap it before they tap it), creampie, daddy kink (just the name used once), size kink because sam was so gd beefy in tfatws and it makes me feral 

A/N: SAM WILSON PIN ME TO THE WALL CHALLENGE. This one goes out to my main Samhoes @ritesofreverie​ & @certainaesthetic​ This is obviously set after TFATWS so Sam is Captain America (AS HE SHOULD BE). The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

“Come on, Cap. Give me your best shot!” You challenged, bouncing on your toes as you anticipated the next move from Sam. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head as he fixed you with a look. 

“You know you don’t have to call me that all the time right?” He replied, but the smile on his face told you all you needed to know. He was all too happy to entertain your little quips and teasing. The two of you always had this type of fun and teasing relationship, the friendship between you two had been easy to build. That was how you ended up convincing him to train with you that day. Looking at him now you couldn't remember the last time you'd sparred with him, and you were wondering why you hadn't done it more often.

"Sir, yes sir." You teased again, dodging his next blow with a laugh before ducking under his arm and grappling your way into his back. Your attempt to bring him down was short lived, however, and in a matter of seconds he'd managed to reach behind, grab you by the back of the neck and roughly pull you over his shoulder. Your back hit the mat hard, knocking the air out of you with a wheezing woosh, and surprisingly you wanted him to do it again. 

Now you remember why you avoided training with Sam. 

You groaned, panties already growing damp at the thrilling thought of letting him manhandle you. "You alright down there, beautiful?" He teased, standing over you with a sly smirk on his face. 

"I'm good, just trying to figure out if you're attempting to break me or something." You countered trying your hardest not to think about his flirty tone, the muscles barely fitting into his shirt, or the imprint of his cock under his sweats. Thank God they weren’t grey or you might have combusted right then and there. His low rumbling chuckle didn't help either and you were sure he was going to have you ruining your panties by the time this was all said and done. 

"Oh, beautiful...if I was trying to break you you'd know it." Oh fuck him, and his flirting. Yes, fuck him. "Now get your ass up, we ain't finished yet." It was like every word from his mouth was meant solely to put the filthiest images in your mind and your poor panties were the one paying the price for it. 

"Is that right?" You scoffed, refusing to let him know just how much he was getting to you. "I think that shield and fancy new suit is making you a little cocky, but I would love to see you give it your best shot, O' Captain, my Captain." You shot back, getting to your feet and throwing a smirk in Sam's direction before you were lunging towards him with a series of punches, kicks, and attempts to knock him off balance. On the last kick he caught your leg, spinning your bodies and rushing you backwards until your back hit the wall hard and he had you pinned with his forearm at your throat. 

You couldn't stop the moan that tumbled past your lips, but the moment it did your eyes snapped open. You were expecting a joke, or some slick comment from him but instead you were met with his dark, lustful gaze that heat coursing through you and a heartbeat thumping away between your thighs. 

Sam was on you in an instant, arm dropping so that he could hold a hand to your throat, and his body pressing you into the wall so hard that you could barely breathe. His mouth attacked yours in a messy and hungry kiss that you were all too eager to return. Months of flirting and teasing all seemed to pour into one moment, and you were both lost in it until a need for air had chests aching and lungs burning in your ribcage. He pulled away first, a frustrated growl sounding in his throat as if even that small amount of distance was unacceptable. 

"Tell me to stop, beautiful. Because if I go there with you that's it, you're mine." His hand not at your throat wandered up your thigh from where he had been holding your leg against his side, and even through the fabric of your leggings his touch felt electric. That was all the confirmation you needed that stopping was the last thing you wanted him to do. You’d be his if it meant more of everything he could give you and make you feel. 

"Don't stop." They were the only two words your lust addled brain could work out, and the permission from you seemed to ease the tension from his shoulders as his fingers slid between your thighs and he found the wet patch against your leggings. 

"I got you soaking through your clothes, huh?" He teased, fingers rubbing you through the fabric and giving you just enough stimulation to need more. You tried to angle your hips to get more friction but the weight of his body pinning you to the wall kept you mostly restrained. It caused a needy whine to slip out of you, your hand moving to grip hard against his arms as the muscles jumped and flexed with each movement. He was so big that it left you feeling overwhelmed and all you could do was let your forehead fall against his chest. Giving a muffled plea into his shirt you huffed, frustrated and needing more than his teasing as his fingers continued rubbing at you through the soaked fabric of the leggings. “Fuck...you beg so pretty. How could I say no?” 

He spun you around, a hand pressing you forward against the wall until your back was arching and your ass poking out had him groaning in delight as he curled his fingers into your waistband to pull both the pants and your panties down to your ankles with one hard pull. You sucked in a breath at the sudden rush of cool air against your bare skin, a little mewl coming out of you when you felt Sam spreading your legs further as he took his time admiring your glistening sex. 

“Sam—oh fuck…” You had been prepared to complain about him teasing you, but the feeling of his tongue dragging against your folds had you letting out a keening whine as you pressed your hips back in search of more. A startled gasp flew out of you next at the sudden slap to your ass, the sting of it causing pleasure to shoot straight to your core as you clenched around nothing. You took the hint and stilled yourself as you felt his tongue dragging against you again, this time sliding through your folds before dipping into your heat. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, fighting to keep yourself as quiet as possible while Sam’s tongue worked against your dripping cunt. It was easier said than done when his fingers found your clit. 

The combination of that and his tongue inside you had you panting and moaning almost too loudly. “Fuck, fuck you’re gonna make me cum.” You whined, forehead thumping against the wall as you felt the rapidly approaching climax as you hurtled towards it with each circle of his rough fingers against your clit. He was relentless, greedily dipping into you again and the groan that vibrated against your sex only served to push you right over as you clapped a hand over your mouth to try and cover the sound of your cries as you came on the man’s tongue. As good as he was making you feel you were very aware of the fact that anyone could walk in and catch the two of you. 

Wouldn’t that be a story, Captain America caught with his face buried in some pussy. 

You didn’t mean to but the thought made you let out a breathless little giggle, and that made Sam go still. He stood up behind you, and though you couldn’t see him you could picture the narrowed look of suspicion he was likely giving you as you heard the rustling of fabric. “Something funny?” He questioned, and you were sorely tempted to make a joke but the feeling of his cock sliding against your slick sex shut you up in an instant. You felt the excited swoop in your belly, and dared a look over your shoulder at him. 

“I was just thinking about someone walking in on us.” You admitted, watching the familiar mischievous glint in his eyes before he was ever so slowly guiding himself inside you with a smirk. 

“You think us getting caught while I’m rearranging your guts is funny?” He ground out, cursing under his breath at your tightness as it squeezed around him. You couldn’t find the words to answer him. “That why you’re being so fuckin’ loud?” He gave a hard thrust that had the air rushing out of your lungs before a low moan rattled its way out of you. “You want someone to come in here and catch you getting fucked so good you can’t even think?” All you could do was nod dumbly, hips bouncing against him as he began to move behind you. Each thrust was hard, hitting deep as you dragged your nails down the wall in front of you. Sam had barely given you any time between that first orgasm and him splitting you open, and you swore you’d never felt anything better than the way his length stretched you around him. 

And he did nothing to quiet you down as your moans steadily grew louder. Honestly you had no idea how many people were in the building at the moment, or if they were close enough to hear you but it hardly mattered to you at the moment. Clearly Sam didn’t care either as he railed into you from behind. It didn’t take him long at all to fuck another orgasm out of you, and you were sure that he’d follow after you. Sam only cursed, his head thrown back as he relished the feeling of your cunt strangling his cock as he continued to thrust into you until you were trying to pull away. 

“Where you goin’,” he chuckled, one hand pulling your hips back before dipping between your thighs to strum against your clit, while his other arm moved to snake around your throat until he was pulling your shoulders back against his chest. Your gasp was caught in your throat, body jerking in his hold as your hips tried in vain to run from the pleasure. “Daddy ain’t say you could go anywhere.” He growled into your ear, hips pumping relentlessly as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You felt like a doll in his arms, far too easy for him to handle however he wished and you loved it. And hearing him call himself Daddy hardly helped you stave off the orgasm he was so clearly demanding from you. “Be a good girl and give me one more.” He husked against your ear, arm tightening around your throat when you whined. “One more and I’ll take you home and spend the rest of the day making you feel real good.” 

Your body answered for you, the intense, pressure building and building until it reached a breaking point and the mind numbing pleasure crashed over you like a wave. The pressure of his bicep against your throat restricted your air just enough to turn your cry of pleasure into a choked moan. Eyes rolling back you felt the trembling unsteadiness in your legs as you squeezed so hard around Sam’s cock that he couldn’t hold himself back from spilling inside you as he buried his face in your hair to muffle the sounds. Warmth bloomed in your stomach and spread throughout you, and for a second you felt both heavy and weightless as the high settled in. “Fuck, been waiting to do that for months.” He grunted, keeping himself inside you as your pulsing walls milked every drop from him before he finally pulled out of you. You merely hummed a soft reply, enjoying the moment before you felt him moving behind you. Hands at your ankles he began to pull your leggings and panties back up your legs to cover your sex as his spend began to drip down your thighs. 

“I think that’s enough training for the day, I got a different kinda work out in mind for you.” He teased, tucking himself back into his sweats before pulling you into his side to support your unsteady steps. Grabbing up your bags he led you out of the training room, ignoring the looks of the few people scattered outside the door. If they knew what you two had been doing, which he was sure they did, he hardly cared. Sam’s only focus was getting you back to his place so he could make good on his promise and spend the rest of the day having his way with you.

[atmilliways]

I was channeling exhausted Charles a little hard, because gd is moving tiring... I know I have some messages I should really get to answering, and I promise that will happen soon. 

Anyway, happy belated birthday, @insomniac-pens!

Charles is couch surfing against his will; Emeto mention; Implied/Referenced Drug Use; Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism; Early klok

C'mon, Charlie, Stay

There was, for a brief period, a time when Charles was between apartments due to an unfortunate infestation problem that had allowed him to break his lease early. It allowed him to lease a much better place, closer to both his office and the new band he was managing, but with one catch: it wouldn’t be available for him to move in for another six weeks.

To his surprise, once the band found out about this they flat out refused to leave him alone until he agreed to crash on their couch. No amount of pointing out that he had the money to just stay in a hotel until his move-in date seemed to sway them. So, he dutifully shelled out his hotel money to pay for Dethklok’s apartment to be professionally cleaned and the couch reupholstered, and that was that. 

Except, dear god, when did these men sleep. 

Charles tried to think of them as men, but frankly it got harder the longer he stayed with them. Murderface had only recently turned twenty-one, and Nathan and Toki were still technically underage; that didn’t stop them or Skwisgaar or Pickles from constantly partying themselves stupid. 

In the very living room (which they also used for band practices) where he was trying to sleep. 

The last straw was when they gave Toki shrooms for the first time and he puked all over the coffee table, including the glasses that Charles had carefully folded and placed there before settling in for the night. Without a word of complaint or reprimand, he was simply up and packed and dressed enough to drive to the nearest hotel, because this was clearly not working.

“Dood dood dood, where’re ya going?” Pickles gabbled, dragging on the manager’s arm as he tried to head out of the front door. 

“To get a hotel room, a hot shower, and a good night’s sleep,” Charles replied, although personally he felt that this should have been obvious. 

“But you can do all that here!”

Charles sighed, resettling his duffle bag on his shoulder. “Thank you, Pickles, but we both know it’s, ah, only a matter of time before I get vomited on, and cleaning my glasses off was unpleasant enough.”

As if on cue, there were more retching sounds from further inside the apartment, followed by shouts and whoops of “He got the couch,” “That’sch twenty points,” and “Directs hits, everiesones does to takes the drink-shots!”

Pickles grimaced. “Okay, so maybe the kid wasn’t ready for caps. That’s my bad, I’m sahrry. But dood, you should still stay. . . .” He trailed off, looking around with a kind of urgent disappointment that Charles had only previously seen when the drummer was trying to find a misplaced stash. Then, with an uncertain grin, he added, “You can, uh, you can stay in my room if ya want.” 

“Ah. . . .” Charles blinked. He was very, very tired, and not entirely sure he’d heard that correctly. “I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s got a door’n everything,” Pickles continued, obviously warming to the idea as soon as he saw that Charles wasn’t rejecting it outright. “You can even have the bed, I can ride the floor. Which I can actually see again now, thanks again for hirin’ those cleaners, dood! And I think I can even find ya some clean sheets and stuff. C’mon, Charlie, stay.”

So, soon afterward, Charles found himself back in his pajamas. They were just the t-shirt and boxers that he’d thrown a jacket and slacks over to leave, really, which by his temporary housemates’ standards apparently made him a prude. He was also swaddled in clean sheets and blankets on Pickles’ bed, as promised, and Pickles had receded back out to the party with a vague, Sleep tight, dood. Despite the lumpiness of the mattress Charles was actually quite comfortable and, with the door closed and the lights off, fairly well insulated against the noise of the band’s continued revelry. 

He was asleep within seconds. 

Some time later Charles woke not to loud noise or something landing on him, but because he had to pee. Not bothering to find his glasses or slippers in the dark (though he was wearing socks; he wasn’t an animal), he slipped out of bed and shuffled towards the door—

His foot connected with something warm and soft, possibly a stomach, and someone groaned, “Oof.” 

“Shit,” Charles muttered. He groped along the nearby wall for a light switch. “Ah . . . Pickles, is that you?”

The lights snapped on harsh and bright, and it was indeed Pickles curled up on the floor, red dreads spayed out like fireworks against the dingy carpet, without even a pillow or blanket. “Yeeeeeeah?” Pickles replied blearily, squinting up at him. 

Charles sighed. The last thing they needed was Pickles unable to play gigs because he’d tweaked his back or neck sleeping on the floor—although, in the short time he’d known the man, Charles had seen him passed out in worse positions. Still, couldn’t be too careful while Dethklok was still starting out. 

“Get in bed,” Charles told him. 

“Nnnn.” Pickles rubbed clumsily at his eyes and swiped and the drool that had collected on his goatee. “You get the bed, couch’s fucked fer now. . . .”

It was only a twin-sized mattress. Charles squinted back at it, then gave a mental shrug. “We’ll share. Just get in, I’ll, ah, be right back.”

He stepped over Pickles and headed for the bathroom. Both the toilet and sink were splattered liberally with vomit, enough that he doubted it had all come out of Toki. He hadn’t smelled any on the man he’d just invited to bunk with him, which . . . was all Charles had the energy to care about, at the moment. He sighed again and just pissed in the bathtub, because fuck it, he was still half asleep. 

When he returned, Pickles had already burrowed into the blankets in the dead center of the bed. Not in the mood to be deterred, Charles turned the light off and wedged himself into the available free space on the mattress. 

“Mmmhey,” Pickles mumbled drowsily somewhere near his shoulder. 

“Scoot over,” Charles grumbled back, and when he got no response gave another shove with his hip. That seemed to get the message across because Pickles did scoot, squirming over and turning into him, clinging to Charles’ arm. 

“‘S cold over here,” Pickles offered in explanation. He was pressed close all along the other man’s side, mouth closer to his ear in the darkness; his breath smelled of whiskey, cigarettes, and reefer. “‘Mglad you stayed, Charlie. Hotels fuckin’ suck . . . this is better, isn’t it?”

“Hm,” Charles hummed. All he really wanted to do was settle in and go back to sleep—although the warmth of a body next to his was nice. The hint of smoke was nice too, despite it having been years since he’d given it up himself. Lulling. Like a steady surf washing over him, pulling back, washing over him again. His eyes drifted closed and he felt himself relax, sinking into the mattress as far as the uneven springs would allow. 

Then, a warm press of lips against his, so soft and tentative that at first he thought it was a dream—he often dreamed that way, slipping from real to unreal so quickly the change was imperceptible. And if it was a dream, why not kiss back? Charles let his lips part, turning into it, that warmth, placidly enjoying the gentle scratch of facial hair against his own clean shaven face. 

It was the arm suddenly draped over him that gave him pause. That felt real, a solid palm splayed as near to the small of his back as it could get while he still lay mostly flat. A body leaning flush into his, silently crying out for closeness. Pickles. 

Pickles tasted like a shot of Fireball in a dim, crowded bar. 

Charles blinked his eyes open, breaking the kiss with a hand on the man’s shoulder. A client. A boss, if the band ever made it as big as he was determined to ensure they would. This was a huge breach in his personal code of professionalism. 

“Charlie?” Pickles whispered, and it sounded so much like a plea (I want you, I need you, please don’t stop) that Charles gave his shoulder what hopefully came across as a reassuring squeeze. 

“Pickles,” he murmured gently, “you’re drunk. I’m, ah, not sure this is a good—”

“I’m always drunk,” Pickles interrupted, mumbling petulantly. 

True enough. Charles just hoped the fame and fortune would kick in before lover failure, for all the guys. Boys, really, playing around with their music and drugs and anyone they could get into bed with them. . . . Case in point. 

He just wished he wasn’t so damn tired. Or at least that he was awake enough to handle this situation with the delicacy it deserved, because he hesitated, and sensed instinctively that Pickles noticed. 

Still, he said, “Regardless, I don’t, ah, think this is a good idea.”

“So? Make a bad decision fer once, gahd.” Then Pickles kissed him again, throwing a leg over his manager for good measure and crowding into him once more with an urgent but surprisingly slow rhythm. 

Charles had only known Pickles for several months—personally, anyway, but he wasn’t about to admit to being a Snakes N Barrels fan back in the day now—and had seen his usual approach to getting into someone’s pants. It usually involved lots of smiling, suggestive looks, wandering hands, and friendly offers to share whatever drugs he had on hand at the time. 

Not once had he turned those attempts at charm towards Charles. He’d been insistent, stubbornly helpful, and . . . nervous. Even now, there was a fluttery quality to his grip, as though he expected to be pushed away more than anything else. Charles wasn’t very good at reading this sort of thing, and was only catching up on all this in retrospect, but Pickles seemed to be acting as though this actually  mattered  or something. 

And Charles was tired, and it felt nice. Warm and comfortable. Pickles was drunk; maybe he wouldn’t remember by morning. 

He let himself kiss back, and by the time he fell asleep again it was with an uncharacteristic smile on his face. 

[jtsfavslut]

Winter Wonderland [GD]

Dolanmas Day Two

Winter Wonderland - Michael Buble

Description: Grayson takes Y/N skating in New York,  everything is perfect, even if things don't go according to plan. 

Warnings: nothing but nice, sweet things!!!

Word Count: 2.3K+

Christmas in the city was one of Y/N's top priorities on her mental bucket list. One that Grayson had memorized like it was his ABC's. This Christmas he wanted to make sure that instead of a fantasy, it became her reality. When she found out what they would be doing for Christmas, she couldn't help but let a few happy tears out, feeling so excited and loved by Grayson. She thought of how he went out of his way to make one of her fantasies come true, even if it was for a silly holiday.

"Are you ready babe?" he asked and she nodded her head. Grayson decided to visit his mom on the way, staying at her house for a few days, spending some time in New York, then going back to his mom's house for Christmas.

Y/N, couldn't help but feel ecstatic, spending time with the people she valued so much while having her wish come true, all because of him.

The train ride to New York was only an hour, but it felt like hours to her, "I'm so excited," she gushed and he smiled, seeing her happy made him happy. She watched as people walked in and out of the train station, holding back a squeal as they made their way out of the station and into the city.

The large buildings covered in snow made her heart content. The way the snow slowly fell from the sky making her body feel warm, even if it was below 30 degrees.

"Baby, so I found three things to do," he began speaking and she nodded her head, "We're gonna have to wait until it's dark out for two of them, but we can start going to the first one now, it's a 20 minute walk, or do you wanna take the train?"

"We can walk if you want, I kinda want to look around if that's cool with you," she replied and he nodded his head.

Y/N has obviously been to New York before, plenty of times actually. But never during the Holiday season, as they walked around she admired everything. Taking everything in, stopping at a few places to grab a drink and take pictures of each other, until they finally reached their destination, making her jaw drop and her heart to fill with nothing but love and happiness,

"Grayson, no you didn't," she spoke before pulling him into a hug, causing a chuckle to fall past his lips.

"Sure did babe," he smiled. He took her to a Winter Village he found while doing his 'research', and knowing she was going to love it, he added it to the things he wanted to do that weekend.

When Y/N found herself in the famous Winter Village in Bryant Park, she didn't know where to exactly look, finding something more interesting with every step they took.

"Gray, oh my God look, it's a little nutcracker," she gushed pointing to one of the little kiosks that were selling hand-carved and painted nutcrackers, the ones that Grayson loves so much.

"Which one babe?" he chuckled and followed her to the table, the old man that was selling them, telling them a story about how he started making them and whatnot.

"Gray, this one looks like you," she pointed to one and he shook his head with a smile.

"And this one looks like you," he replied, picking up a ballerina one that had similar facial features to hers.

"Oh God, if only I was a ballerina," she chuckled as the man watched the pair in adoration.

"You really love each other don't you?" he asked with a smile, causing the couple to blush.

"Yeah," they spoke in unison, smiling at each other before looking back at the man.

"We'll take these two," Y/N smiled and he nodded his head, bending down to get a paper bag and some stuffing paper from a bucket underneath the table, before taking the medium-sized figures from their hands and carefully placing them in the back, exchanging it with the $20 bill Y/N handed him before Grayson could.

"Have a great Christmas you guys, take care," he waved them off before they walked away.

"What do you say and we come back in a few years and get mini ones," he smiled, making her stop on her tracks.

"Like babies?"

"Yeah like babies, we already have us, now we just need the kids we're having," he said and she smiled nodding her head.

"I'd like that," she smiled, grabbing his hand and walking away to the other little shops.

"Babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," she spoke and he nodded his head, she walked away into the woman's bathroom, while Grayson looked around, trying to find something to surprise her with.

His attention was immediately caught by a table filled with all kinds of snow globes, and little souvenirs, he walked towards it, noticing a middle aged couple putting out some more.

"Hi, sweetie! What can I help you with?" the woman asked with a smile and the man continued to organize the stuff.

"Hi, I'm looking for something to surprise my girlfriend with," he smiled and she nodded her head.

"And what kind of stuff is she into?"

"Well, she always wanted to spend the holidays here, so maybe something with all the buildings and stuff,' he replied and her face filled with excitement.

"John, give me the one," she spoke, emphasizing the 'one' making Grayson question what she meant by the one.

His question was answered when John handed the woman a snow globe, a small version of the city covered in snow was captured in the globe, frozen in time. Just how he wanted these moments with her to be. Frozen and untouched.

He purchased the globe, quickly sliding it in his pocket and making his way towards Y/N who walked out of the restrooms just as he put it away, "Find anything?"

"Nah, I just waited for you," he replied, and she nodded her head before looking around.

They spent about two hours having fun, spending, and eating.

Everyone felt content, and Grayson's plan was working on his end, everything happening just like he planned it.

"Where to next?" she asked taking a sip of the hot chocolate she bought at one of the stands, the heat warning her body so perfectly.

"You'll see," he replied, not giving her the answer she wanted, making her playfully roll her eyes as he grabbed her hand and walked towards their next place.

"Gray, Gray, I'm gonna fall," she slightly shouted as nervous giggles fell past her lips.

Y/N's dream was to go skating, and Grayson took her skating…..there was just one tiny little problem. Neither she nor Grayson knew how to skate.

Leaving them stumbling in the middle of Rockefeller Center as others zoomed past them.

"Why does my dream include something that we have no idea how to do," she laughed as her arms tightly clutched onto Grayson's, who was a little more stable than her.

"I'm not sure, but here we are," he smiled at the way she was doing everything. The way she nervously held on to him, the way she turned her head to look behind her, or the way she would shake up every time someone passed them.

"Thank you for bringing me here Gray," she spoke after she had finally gotten the catch, she wasn't perfect at it, but more stable and they hadn't fallen yet which was enough for her to consider it an achievement.

"I'd do anything for you," Grayson whispered, making a rush of blood reach up to her cheeks, the red tint mixing with the cold.

"I'd do anything for you too, and more," she replied as they went around the rink.

"Not possible,"

"Yes, it is," she laughed, shaking her head as they accidentally bumped on the edge.

"How bout' we stop here before we fall?" Grayson asked and she nodded her head. They quickly left the rink and changed back into their shoes before walking around the place.

"This tree is so big, my God," she whispered, tilting her head up to look at the entire Christmas tree.

"Honestly, I don't even know where they get it from," Grayson replied, making her laugh.

"Well obviously from a tree farm dummy, they grow it and donate it," she said, still looking at it, the reflection of the lights in her eyes making them sparkle.

"Not that! I mean like how do they get it to be so big," he spoke making her shrug.

"That my love, I have absolutely no idea," she sighed, turning around to face him, "why are you so perfect?"

"Y/N, babe, I am far from perfect, you, however? You are everything I always wanted and wished for," he spoke so truthfully, no doubt could be found within his voice.

After Grayson's big failure at his desperate, and rushed attempt to find his soulmate, he gave up and lost all hope.

That was until Y/N came along, He fell fast, ignoring all of Ethan's warnings. He then took some time to himself, remembering that he told himself he wasn't going to rush into things, but he couldn't get away from her, so he just let it happen.

Now they were here, a normal relationship, everything Grayson always wanted, and something it took time to get used to.

He was used to the typically rushed hookups, his fucks, and dumps, but with Y/N around, he didn't feel the need for any of that, he was happy and content.

"Babe, that's all you. You're everything to me," she spoke as her cheeks blushed, a calm and happy smile on her lips as her heart raced with nothing but love and adoration.

Everything was going perfectly, they walked for a couple of minutes until Grayson tripped, earning them a trip to the ER.

According to him, the ice moved when it saw him, "Gray, please it's okay. I had all the fun I needed," Y/N reassured an upset and pouting Grayson, who felt bad for ruining her little getaway.

"But still, we should've been-," he began to apologize before she cut him off by placing her hand over his mouth.

"Grayson no. Your ankle is more important to me than some Christmas lights," she replied, handing him a bottle of water, and holding his hands, "I love you,"  

"I love you more," he replied, bringing her hand up to his lips, placing a quick kiss on it. 

“Plus, this is fun! We get to have a little sleepover, sounds fun right?” She asked, trying to make the best of the tragic situation. 

“Everything’s fun when I’m with you,” he replied with a smile as she shook her head blushing. 

“We could watch some movies, I can go buy some food and come back. I think I saw a pastry shop on the way here,” she spoke with a smile, letting go of Grayson’s hand to grab her purse, “I’m gonna look around and see what I find, okay? Don’t do anything stupid,” 

“I won't. Be careful, yeah? And call me when you get there, please,” he spoke before she leaned down, giving him a quick kiss before walking away. 

“I promise, see you later,”

It took Y/N, five minutes to find the pastry shop, and around 30 minutes to find what she needed for her spontaneous sleepover with Grayson. Y/N being Y/N obviously got carried away and spent more than an hour as an anxious Grayson laid hopelessly on a hospital bed, his nerves suddenly waving off as his precious angel walked through the door with her arms full with a couple of bags. 

“I’m back! Now, scoot over and I’ll show you what I bought,” 

[daesungindistress]

Do you think BIGBANG will ever return?

Of course I do. I wouldn't still be here, waiting, if I didn't.

It's just -- and some of you won't like this -- I don't expect them back until they can tour again. And I'm not talking a few small shows here and there, I mean full-scale world tour. It's been said they're preparing for a "full comeback". To me that means full album, multiple music videos, overseas tour, the whole shebang. And possibly TV appearances (interviews, variety, music shows), though about that part it's hard to say for sure. Think MADE in 2015. Something of that size and scale.

(Okay, there were no sources listed in the Korean article that made this “full comeback” claim, but why wouldn’t BIGBANG? Billboard said sources at or close to YG indicated they were working on an album “as a quartet.” GD himself said he was writing stuff for BIGBANG. We’ve heard snippets of new music from TOP, at least one of which had a very clear "Big Bang” in it, Daesung’s “calm before the storm” comment, Youngbae asking us through his Korean fansite to “please wait a little more,” and on and on... at this point there’s no doubt that a project is in the works.)

That said, they can't have this kind of comeback while COVID is still prevalent. The way I see it, after the events of the last few years -- controversy-filled enlistment, multiple members suffering scandals, major change in group configuration (loss of a member after 12 years) -- a BIGBANG comeback, when it finally happens, must be an all-or-nothing affair. There's too much riding on it; for a group of their stature and troubled past anything less will not sufficiently impress. Not to mention the way much of their active overseas fanbase has openly rejected them since the day they went from 5 to 4 they'll be practically re-debuting in terms of fan support outside their home country. It's a high stakes new start that will be under intense scrutiny like never before -- not just from their usual critics but from so-called fans as well. As long as COVID-19 keeps BIGBANG from giving it their all, they're stuck in the nothing stage. And we're stuck there with them.

Personally, I think they're still waiting for Coachella to kick off their grand comeback plans. Coachella, which has now officially been rescheduled for April 2022. It’s hard to imagine a more powerful comeback stage. Of course, I could be wrong about these plans. Maybe they'll start touring toward the end of this year and will conclude the tour at Coachella rather than start it there. Or maybe they've given up on Coachella altogether. Maybe they haven't even been invited back by festival organizers. These things we won't know until the lineup is announced in January.

Call it cautious optimism -- not the if, but the when. I still enjoy seeing the hopeful speculation from fans, but in a way I'm kind of past the impatience of it all. There's really no doubt in my mind that BIGBANG will be back, I just don’t have high hopes for it happening this year. And I wish terribly that the loathsome former-member and five-member fans lingering in our fandom weren't dead set on being a disgrace to the group in the interim. Thanks to them it just ain't much fun anymore.

[topconfessions]

I would like to know the size speculations of bigbang members junk? Lol

But seriously, I hope your doing better. Apply polysporn it works wonders!

Thank you so much for the recommendation! I'll buy some and use it.

Okay I did have close up of tops print and size but tumblr deleted my post flagging it a nudity ugh. But I will say I believe he is the biggest of them all, so don't listen to HSH kiko move about it being small. It's decent for what it is. Nothing marvelous but nothing ultra disappointing. I'd say T.O.P is roughly 4-5 inches, nice bulbous head. He is def not 7 or anything up but it's manageable. Daesung I believe around TOP size or maybe a little smaller, but nice girth. Taeyang may be 3.7 inch or under TOP size. Seungri I am not sure about but he probably has a short length, may be uncircumcised I don't know. GD is the smallest but mightest LOL possibly 3.2 inch or whatever. Might be smaller. I think Daesung is the thickest.

Now I'm lusting after TOP again after I swore him off. Ugh, why did he turn out the way he did? Now all he does is post things that add up to nothing and he's too into Mark Grothajan I swear they probably dated or are dating if he's Bi (the white artist)

I want sexy daddy TOP back ugh.

[khiphop-discussions]

Of the artists you have seen live, whose 'stage presence' would you rank the highest? I am not even sure how I would define that, maybe like who really wowed you with the sheer force and magic of their performance? And who do you suspect might be a truly electrifying performer that you hope to see live one day?

It’s hard to say who’s the best because like you said, the criteria can be different. So I’ll name some of the performers who really stand out to me and the reason why.

Kim Hyoeun - I could literally feel his voice in my body! Like omg that was an experience. Concerts are always loud but I’ve never really felt the vibrations in my chest like that lol. His voice is really something.

The Quiett (same concert as Kim Hyoeun. It was an Illionaire Ambition concert in LA) - he just has a certain vibe to him. I didn’t know almost any of the songs he performed but he just had a certain captivating energy. He’s just cool as hell! I guess the vibe can be considered like “swagger”? or charisma. I don’t think I’ve ever thought anyone else was that cool when watching them. I did a review of this concert I think I said something along the lines of “Even in the layers of clothes he was wearing he was still probably cold cause that’s how cool he is” lol (he was wearing like 3 layers).

E-Sens - he showed up and performed even when he wasn’t booked this night to perform. He also went out into the crowd that same night. Yeah, I just have a lot of respect for him even though I know almost none of his music. He seems to really be passionate about hip-hop and is very nice to his fans. His energy is kinda like “I’m talking so you’re gonna listen even if you don’t know who I am” and the crowd actually does it. He has a certain seriousness about him but not in a bad way. I guess it’s because he’s older and kind of a legend at this point. I’ve seen him at least 3 times and he always bring this feeling to his performances. DPR Live - something about him is just captivating. I think a lot of it is his love for the music. He gave a speech and damn near made everyone cry at his LA concert lol. I was lowkey dehydrated so I couldn’t cry even if I wanted to lol

Uneducated Kid - He literally almost jumped on me during a concert from the second story of the venue. Thank god for the 3 buff ass Kim JongKook looking ass security guards cause it was literally me, 2 women who looked about my size and age and then some little 12/13 year old dudes around us. IDK if the rest of the crowd would have been able to rush in fast enough cause it seemed like a lot of us were kinda confused at what the hell he was doing. He sang the lyrics all the way down surprisingly. Long story short, that was quite a performance lol. Very fun to watch and lots of antics. Another performance was at the club (it was a week or two before I saw him at the concert where he jumped off the second story lol), and the club was really WILD during his performance. There was shirtless guys moshing (if you know what that is, if not look it up) in the audience. To sum it up, I think he just knows how to get the crowd to go crazy.

Kpop examples: all of the kpop artists I’ve seen have been GREAT but some stand out as particularly good. G-Dragon - HOLY CRAP! He’s impeccable. He was really born for this. I also cried during “That XX” hahaha

Hyuna - same as GD. She told a girl in the crowd “I love you” and the girl literally started crying lol. Then Hyuna asked “Why Cry?” and then “Are you ok?: and then started the performance. 

I mean, literally just go watch any of their performances on youtube. The charisma and presence can be felt through video.  Who do I think would be electrifying?

I think it would be the same with CL but I’ve never seen her live to know. Young B. I saw him a TRILLION times (homeboy is ALWAYS at the club. Go HOME! LOL) but never saw a performance. The two times I could have, I had something else planned. Giriboy had a concert and many IMJMWDP + WYBH members performed but that was the same night I had went to the Yng & Rich Records concert (the one where Uneducated Kid jumped into the crowd lol). The second time was the same day I was booked to leave Korea. It was IMJMWDP’s version of Waterbomb but it was all the way in Busan and I was in seoul anyway. I contemplated staying one extra day and pushing my flight back but that was just a small thought cause A) where was I gonna stay? I checked out of my dorm B) How was I gonna get to Busan and back anyway I would have figure all the logistics of that out too C) I was running low on money at this point so ???? LOL Sik-k would probably have great stage presence. Some fuckery seemed like it went down at all of his concerts during the US tour lol Bobby or iKon in general. They seem really good at performing based on their concert videos.

[mikenewtonhateblog]

My oc’s aka too long of a gd post

The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.

Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?

Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.

Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human

Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.

Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone

Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human

Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)

Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)

Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin. 

Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.

That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.

[pokemagines]

Sharing is Caring

Claude/reader/Sylvain!! Mostly Sylvain/reader but shhh its all consensual and you all love each other!! Apologies for my bad lewd skillsdbbdbd - call me lewdie anon

Slight spoilers for gd route ending with byleth and claude-- but you are NOT byleth!

After the union made by Byleth and Claude-- the Archbishop of Fódlan and the King of Almyra-- peace swept the nation and war has never brought up since. Save for a few rebellions and the only alarming thing nowdays are bandits and thieves.

Claude was overjoyed-- finally able to make his dream come true and for once in his life, settle down and relax.

And by settle down-- he certainly meant marrying you and making you his dearest wife.

It was only natural for a king to have a queen by his side-- he has long since promised you that when he comes back, he'll never let you go. Not now, not ever.

But he didn't make that promise alone with you.

Claude was away to go back to Almyra for a few days, taking care of what's left of politics that he had to cover. He was certainly whiny about it, clutching you close and not wanting to let you go. He gives you a long, lingering kiss before flying away with his army to journey back beyond Fódlan's throat, promising he'll be back before you know it.

A certain Margrave heard of the news and went to the house of Riegan, coming with only the premise of catching up with an "old" friend and taking care of supply trading for what's left of the Kingdom.

Well, he lied about one thing.

The papers were neatly placed on another table not far from them (you would kill him if it was ruined-- they were important and you are NOT risking it like last time) and the sound of soft slaps of skin and moans can be heard.

"You're so warm...I've been freezing over my territory. I might get addicted."

You laid down on your back, one leg propped up on his shoulder for easier access and the other wrapped around his waist. His hands gripping your thighs while he hunches over to give you open and sloppy kisses-- something he always finds himself doing around you.

His eyes grazed all over your body-- the way your lips part moaning his name, your half lidded eyes, and the soft sway of your breast. He might've came right there just from the heavenly sight if he didn't have self control (or the virgin he was 6 years ago-- but we don't talk about that.)

"You're taking me so well, but then again...his majesty is probably bigger. I'll try to compensate that."

And suddenly, he pushes in deeper, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see the stars-- his pace quickened and his hands now gripping your waist, almost bouncing you up and down his member with revered vigor.

Your gasps are shorter now and you start moaning his name almost like a prayer-- all the while sharing another messy kiss with as you feel him slamming into you one last time, feeling his warmth inside of you--

"We still have a lot to do~"

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The bed you shared was big. Fit for four people at the least.

It had many pillows and blankets-- with Claude claiming that this is how beds are in his home country, big and comfy.

Well thank the goddess for that, or else it would've broke a long time ago.

Right now though, you were too busy riding Sylvain to care-- your hands gripping and scratching his shoulders-- all the while he sits back in relaxation, licking his lips and putting one hand on your waist, occasionally slipping under to play with your clit.

On some other time, he would take you to the library under an innocent premise of reading and discussing with him.

Keyword on "Innocent"

It's no secret that Sylvain likes taking risk-- whether its a silly or a close call battle decision wise. Right now though, you cursed him for that. But you're not exactly in the position to complain.

Literally.

Lifting one leg up and his body pressed tight against you, you could feel his member pounding with the same vigor as earlier. You could feel his hot breath tickling your ear as he bites your neck again, leaving a glaring mark that surely won't go unnoticed to him.

"Don't squeal so much darling, someone might hear~"

"D-Damn you!"

He really didn't relent.

This time, he swept you over back to your bedroom; putting you in all fours as he thrusted his cock in you one more time, his hand tugging your hair just a bit roughly. His eyes widened hearing you gasp with each tug.

"I didn't expect you to like-" tug "this-- I learn something new about you everytime I'm with you~"

He uttered your name sweetly as he felt you clamp around his member-- a clear sign that you cummed again. He licked his lips and hunched down, his chest pressing against your back as his hands moved to squeeze and massage your breast.

"You're such a treat-- I almost feel jealous of Claude, getting to enjoy this everyday."

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He came back at the dead of night.

He was tired. Dealing with high and mighty minor nobles was a chore and he'd do anything to be back home.

So he shuffled rather quickly to his private quarters-- wanting to take off his armor and boots and hopefully cuddle you as he goes to sleep.

He was going to, until he saw the redhead expecting him in his bed.

Next to him was you, sleeping soundly and snug to the Margrave's chest. He certainly seemed smug about it, the smirk tells all.

One glance at you, and Claude can already tell you had a full day with Sylvain. He tsked at the sight of Sylvain's hickies on you. And, he's pretty sure your inner thighs are slick wet with the Margrave's cum.

"Hello your majesty." Sylvain chuckled. "Must be a long day for you, is it not?"

"It certainly is." Claude retorted, slipping off his clothes and leaving himself only with his pants. "I didn't expect you to be here. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"It has. And she's still a sweet little nectar, just like back then."

Claude scoffed, his cheeks dusted with pink slightly. He remembers when he would slip away from his dorm to get into yours-- with Sylvain following suite. Whether it was to cuddle or...something else, he cherish those nights even if he get hit by weed or laundry duty.

"Seems you had your fun." His expression softened seeing your sleeping face. "Look at her, poor thing. All tuckered out because of you."

"Like you wouldn't do the same."

"I'd do better."

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

The air of competition was shattered when they both hear you mewl cutely, snuggling to whatever has warmth. Fortunately for Claude, he's a natural heater.

".....wake me up in the early morning."

"Gotcha~"

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You've been woken in many ways.

Be it natural, or Hilda literally dive bombing to your bed to wake you up.

This wasn't...exactly rare.

Blinking once and twice, you instantly notice the weight that settles between your legs. Looking down, you see that old, mischievous glint on his eyes and he gave long licks to your core, his beard tickling your inner thighs.

You thre'w your head back in pleasure, running your hand through his hair and tugging it ever so slightly. Meanwhile, your lips was stolen by an all too content looking Sylvain, his usual smile there, but his eyes are kind and loving.

"Good morning babe~ I hope you don't mind this so early in the morning." He kisses you again, slipping in his tongue this time; his hands kneading your breast.

Just when you were about to cum from the stimulation-- Claude stops and lifts his head up, his erection brushing against your entrance. You shivered at the sensation and mewled his name out.

"Oh, alright. I can't say no to that face." Claude smiled, kissing your forehead. "Ease up my love...Sylvain, hold her hands for me."

In a flash, he was already in, filling you up deliciously with his size, setting a fast and firm pace. His hands gripped your thighs as he licks his lips and moans-- you were so warm and tight for him.

"I missed this."

"I missed you."

You had a feeling that you won't be walking for a while.

[vixenofthemist]

It is almost the spooky month and I was wondering if you have any ideas of costumes the GD would pick for some type of spirit festival like Halloween?

IM SORRY THIS IS LATE IVE BEEN REALLY SICK AND MY BRAIN DEAD OF CREATIVE THOUGHT BUT I HOPE THIS SUFFICES TO WHAT YOU WHERE HOPING FOR 💜 (this was also really fun thank you for asking!)

Ok so... I started trying to think of costumes, and had the thought that Claude would absolutely, a 100%, dress up as Lorenz as a joke, and that led to all of the Golden Deer (+Flayn and Byleth) dressing up and impersonating each other for the festival.

It all started because Claude picked up the rose that fell off Lorenz's uniform after he left the classroom, and did an impression of him. Hilda jokingly said that that should as his costume, and Claude replied (equeally joking) "only if you dress like Teach" and it all escalated from there till everyone was in on it ajsns so here's who would go as who with their impersonation rated 1-10 LOL

Claude: Like stated above, he goes full Lorenz. Head to toe as best he can (minus the hair bc they couldn't get a wig in time but you bet in like a month Lorenz is gonna walk into class and have a heart attack bc everyone is wearing a wig with his hair ((including Byleth)) but his impeccable impression makes up for the lack of purple hair. 10/10

Flayn: As soon as Flayn heard what was going on, she was exhuberant to potentially go as Byleth, so much so that everyone else relented and let her go as her aksjs she felt a little awkward since Byleth dresses more revealing then what she's used to, but secretely the outfit made her feel quite powerful lmao. Her impersonation was a 7/10, it kept going a little more Seteth then Byleth at times but overall, she did a good job! Was especially dedicated to running around like Byleth does and furiously petting cats.

Hilda: She WAS supposed to go as Byleth, but let Flayn go instead and ended up going as Ignatz lol. Her impersonation is a 4/10, she didn't really put any effort in and tbh she just wanted to wear the glasses and vest, though she did walk around with a sketchbook and pencil, idly doodling here and there so there was more effort then expected.

Leonie: She ALSO wanted to go as Byleth, but same as Hilda she let Flayn take it instead. Leonie then dressed in Lysithea's clothes, wondering what the normal girl uniform was like. She had a pretty solid impression of Lysithea, but she didn't fully commit to being scared of ghosts on the spookiest night of the year so only an 8/10

Lysithea: Lysithea goes as Claude. At first, she insisted that it was quite a childish thing to do, dressing as each other, and refused to participate, but Hilda got her a smaller version of Claude's uniform and said this was an opportunity for her to get back and make fun of him for all the times he's teased her. Lysithea "reluctantly" agreed, on the condition that she could make fun of him for whatever she wants, which involved her walking around the festival and yelling "Thats the Golden Deer for ya!" Everytime she won a prize, winking way to much, and saying everythings a ghost, and so much more. Honestly? it was the best impression. 10/10. She gave it her all and Claude found it hysterical. (here's just a tidbit of Lysithea's impression of Claude (please read in Lysithea's voice if you can for the best mental image) : "My name is Claude von Riegan... or is it?? WHO KNOWS! You don't, because I don't tell anyone anything. Good luck finding out anything about me besides my disturbing knowledge of poison because I certainly won't tell you. Where's teach? I have to wink at her. Wink wink wink all I do is wink. You can't notice I didn't answer your question if I wink at you, it's my special ability: Riegan Wink, temporarily disarms opponents to forget they literally just asked a very answerable question five seconds ago. Super affective against people who are trying to dig into my past. Oh boy it sure is fun being Claude von Riegan, house leader of the Golden Deer and a real thorn in everyones side.")

Raphael: Flayn. He goes as Flayn. He really rocks those hair clips to, and he and Flayn had a lot of fun making the dress for him. He tries his best to impersonate her and has a lot of fun, 6/10

Lorenz: He is the most annoyed out of everyone that this is happening, and refuses to impersonate Raphael, the one he ended up dressing as. That mostly happened bc Raph said he could dress like him, and even tho he does wear the clothes Lorenz complains a LOT about how wrinkly and untidy Raph clothes are akdhsn 2/10 bc he did try a small impression for like a minute

Marianne: like Lysithea, Marianne also wasn't sure about participating, but again, Hilda swooped in and gave her her uniform to wear so Marianne didn't have much of a choice lol She goes as Hilda, its v cute she even did her hair in ponytails! She's shy, but her impersonation is rather good! 7/10

Ignatz: He wears Leonie's uniform since all the boys ones where taken, and he's v embarrassed by it (his second choice would have been Lysithea's bc it at least has leggings) but he goes along with it because everyones just having fun. He's not as strong willed as Leonie and it embarrasses him to try and act like that, but he tried aksh 4/10

Byleth: She wears Marianne's uniform, and finds it very comfortable! She was also, surprisingly onboard with all this lol, and helped the students run around and gather outfits in their sizes. She doesn't really try and impersonate Marianne, but they're both quiet and look tired so, 7/10

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I’m rereading LO so I can better explain my opinion and have some thoughts 1) just bc two men are around eachother does not mean they will act like literal grade schoolers ( @ “the big 3”), 2) When you consider what Artemis wore to the opening party and how “out of place” P claimed to feel what she gave her to wear was odd to say the least, esp if you assume that they’re close enough in size P may have even been able to pick smth (which, having p pick her own outfit but having to ask would be 1/

a good and subtle way to show she had a desire for independence and her own way of doing things from the get) 

3) you know how when you’re a new writer or writing ff they tell you it not only shows your hand and kills any suspense to focus on putting the coupled characters in solely poetical terms, hurts any buildup or deep and palpable that could exist in the future, and makes everything feel so drab and cliche you wanna burn everything?? She did that SO OBVIOUSLY IT HURTS like the way she draws P when Hades first sees her is VERY MUCH showing her to be seen as innately demure and coquettish and bleh I’m gonna be sick like even just the dress (which when are ppl gonna learn tube dresses are a gd NONO) seems like it’s meant to give you the impression that she’s like *sex vibes* while having the personality of a 16 y/old Disney character (the whole scene tbh w hades grabbing his mf heart feels like a bad Disney movie)

4) THERE IS NO WAY IN HELL THAT ANY GOD WOULD BE SO DUMB AS TO MAKE THE APHRODITE COMMENT FFS (also Eros calling her mummie-kins?? Saying “YUUUUUUUS I’m the cutest” ironically?? These are ancient beings more powerful than we could possibly grasp not ppl on sc) 

5) I hate how they refer to each other as their skin colour sometimes- the only time it was funny was Hades being called blue balls and just agh sorry this is so long also abt smth on here earlier technically P and H would make a magenta-y colour and MINTHE AND HADES would make purple.

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Thank you for sacrificing yourself so you can deliver us those observations! Every day I see the new asks I get another layer is peeled from the comic and I see worse and worse elements of it. I only want to comment on a couple of things.

1) What the fuck is “mummy-kins” the whole non-English world wonders. Sounds so cringey. Loving your mum and calling her rediculous names like a 5y/o are different things. (Does it come from “munchkin”? You know what, don’t even answer, I don’t care 🤣) I hate how Eros is infantalized in this comic sometimes. Also he is a mighty god!! He wouldn’t talk like that!!

Sometimes I complain about people “treating the gods as ocs” and THIS is what I mean! Obviously, if you make a story with the gods you are gonna treat them like characters. I don’t have a problem with that. They become ocs when you customize them and ignoring canon AND when you change their personalities to be ridiculous and not match those of mighty gods. 

2) I had forgotten how they refer to each other as their skin colour sometimes! (das racist!! :P) The blue-balls joke was funny, at least 🤣 I saw a comment on anti-lo reddit and it reminded me of how the original 6 gods are also called Traitors (BY THEIR ALLIES) so that’s double cringe.

3) Not surprised Smythe doesn’t know how colors work 🤣