#horizon zero pussy

[chiripepe]

Horizon Zero Dawn 2 is so much fun. Like, yes, I want to be in this world again with these sights and these controls. It's so slow to take off though oh my god. I took my time through the tutorial area in The Daunt before going on to the forbidden west?? And honestly... I'm glad I did cuz I'm playing on very hard like the first time and now she's all fat coccqued't outte??

I'm in the intermediary area now between the beginning and the actual actual for real for real forbidden west. I got the glider and movement has been revolutionized with this thing. I can probably incorporate it into combat and what not oh my god.

I love it. Also, the characters are so realistic in an uncanny way that their balls carry heft and weight and stink. There's multiple daddies in this game running around with stinky balls. I wonder if they have romance options in this one cuz I've been seeing the little heart in the options wheel when they be speaking and talking and conversing.

I would go for Erend right now because of how fat his cock seems but Aloy is clearly bisexual and would enjoy the lesbian chunky girl eating her pussy. The characters are hot.

I am having a lot of fun but how the fuck do you whistle?? I need the whistle back, it was so overpowered. She'd be like psst... LOL and they'd come over to the bushes and get OVERRIDDEN :\ and then I'd have some strap some traps and shit and start MORE shit with the machines. Get them running around going nuts AND insane.

So much fun. I'm looking forward to that with these new tools and the fact that it looks so good. Oh my GOD in dat 4KKKK D:

#Rectum #I want to maybe beat this but I don't have enough time in the day tbh #thoughts and feelingz

[felikatze]

Feli's Binding Blade Blind Faux Ironman is COMPLETE

and by "faux" i mean there were cases i didn't deliberatley reset but instead ragequit and i also just restarted chapters when roy beefed it because i'm a pussy

anyway.

SURVIVAL RANK E BABEYYYYYYYYYY

out of all of the dead. i have one burning question

how the fuck did lalum survive chapter 21

she got surrounded by wyverns but they just didnt attack her. was it bcuz their hit rate was 0? but enemies love attacking lugh when they have a hitrate of 0. good for her ig, you go girl, live!!

LET US THANK THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND:

ALLEN!!! With maxed out attack, incredible defense, high speed and skill, as well acess to the full weapon triangle and amazing HP, Allen is the unit with the most battles, the most kills, and the singlehanded savior of this shitshow of a challenge run.

Without him, I'd be dead many times over. He had higher stats than Perceval when I recruited him in ch15, and this trend kept up because Perceval's level ups were garbage.

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

LUGH!! The best mage of this run. He maxed his speed INCREDIBLY fast, and became basically unhittable to everything. Place him on a forest tile, and the hit rate is zero. His high speed, 1-2 weapon range, and high magic also meant he blasted everything into oblivion on counterattack. In chapter 21, he held off half the wyvern reinforcements all by himself cuz none of them could touch him. Get Aircalibur'd, idiot.

ZEISS!! My only decent flyer because Shanna is the only pegasus i recruited! Instead of promo'ing instantly as I did Melady (much to my regret cuz she was not useful except for ferrying), I threw Allen at Narcian's runesword till it broke, and got him to lv16 before promoting. Though not as busted as the former two, he still held his own. With a Shield of Delphi stolen off Narcian, he had really damn good defense. Though there were many occasions he only survived because a 60% attack missed. You are one lucky bastard.

PERCEVAL!!! After the death of Noah and Jerrot, Perceval's recruitment was a light on the horizon. Finally I had another good paladin, even if it took Noah's sacrifice to figure out you recruit him with Lalum. Though he wasn't as good as Allen, he still held his own in every situation, and even landed the killing blow on Zephiel with Mallet. Thank you king.

SUE!!!! Rounding out the unbeatable death squad, Sue was the sole living archer for a GOOD chunk of the game. When Wolt died and later Shin, she was the one to snipe foes, to slay wyverns in a heartbeat, and land some sick crits with a Killer Bow. Not a solo destroyer like her companions, she was nonetheless an invaluable asset.

it was this squad of five that carried my ass through every map, with support from various healers (mainly Saul and Celica, later joined by Raigh, Niime and Lugh himself). Whittling down bosses, holding off hordes of enemies, somehow preventing Lalum from dying five times over, and finally taking the throne; I thank ye, my scrimblos.

now it is time. to honor the fallen.

unlike lalum, these two did not survive same turn wyvern reinforcements <3

just like him. but he was dead weight anyway so

i dont even remember how these two beefed it. i DO remember recruiting perceval in ch15 and then noah died and going eh. i have perceval now its fine. OH YEAH CH18 WAS THE SACAE MAP RIGHT? lot got skewered by archers

classic case of "i put too much faith in her def stat" with echidna. fir got crit to death in retribution for killing rutger back in ch9

honestly if you give me a lv1 shaman in a fog of war map with wyverns how was she supposed to live

Shin tragically died escorting Astore to some treasure as i camped the boss because of sudden reinforcements <3 Astore survived because i seized in time <3 jerrot died of old age ig

fog of war casualties <3 again rutger got crit by fir and lilina was killed by Suddenly Pirates

alas tumblr mobile's image cap.

Deke: died tragically to a crit in ch8. first loss i was truly upset by. deke my man.

Wolt: died to archers in ch7. i think. i had Sue so whatever

Elen: beefed it in ch12 but she was obsolete when Lugh promoted anyway

Wade: killed in ch3. First death of the run. I was very whatever about it.

FINAL DEATH COUNT: 16

This is without units who died of non-recruitment, such as Gonzales, Klein, and many others.

SURVIVAL RANK: E

conclusion: god i had a ton of fun with this game, even when it threw some garbage at me. The many same turn reinforcements, the fog of war maps, the sheer size of every single chapter, and Horse Emblem. The atrocious hitrates on everything and everyone, enemy and ally alike.

I definetly played too conservatively in the beginning. Yeah, i treated units like they were more expendable, but i did NOT use all my good items, which is a huge mistake in retrospect. What really taught me this was that one Sacae map with two Bolting mages camping in the walls, who sniped Roy. I came back, equipped with my own Bolting and a Silence staff, readily prepared. Revenge was glorious.

I obviously didn't get the true ending, with how many plot important characters died. My only legendary weapon, besides the ones Yoder yeets at you (thank you for the Mallet, Zephiel would've taken five years otherwise), was Durandal. I got none of the other ones, either cuz I missed turn counts or had dead required units. I'll for sure go back and try again, this time while looking shit up.

I very notably played this entirely blind. I didn't know shit. That's how me recruiting Perceval is a fucking miracle, cuz his goons surrounded Lalum, and I thought, goddamn, let's try it. Twas sheer coincidence.

This was my first brush truly experiencing the permadeath mechanic. Yeah, i played SoV on classic, but with Mila's Timewheel? Nobody ever died. It was really fun to just revel in my mistakes. I reset more often toward the endgame (ch22 took me a couple attempts), but it was still a great experience to just. Take the loss and move on. To think, what now? But, well, Lugh and Allen were unkillable anyway.

Well, no, actually, they very much were. Even though they were my juggernauts, it's not to the degree of later FE games. Lugh sweeping is definetly not comparable to say, Dimitri in FE3H, or Morgan in Awakening. No matter how good they were, I still had to pay attention to keep them alive. It was a fun tightrope to walk.

All in all, great game! I'm really glad I gave it a try! I didn't talk story much, cuz, yknow, it's pretty basic, but I did like it. Zephiel's backstory and the mystery surrounding the dragons were done well enough.

TL;DR: Roy is our boy.

#feli speaks #fe6 #GOOD GAME. I'M GONNA PLAY IT AGAIN #yeah i could play blazing blade now but. nah. roytime continues #roy you are kind of garbage but i love you anyway. why the fuck do you only promote in chapter 21. i benched you for three maps #cuz you hit lv20. roy. why

[boobaloof]

Modern AU

#fuck you *moderns ur au* #me: yeah I love erend * draws him wearing the stupidest shit ever* #hzd #horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #erend #hfw #varl #erend vanguardsman #also the pussy drink exists #no Im not fucking around #earl #Bab-art #listen I tried but its impossible to make a normal outfit based on what they wear

[sleepysnk]

Hello, I love your blog! I really enjoyed your Zeke x Y/N scenario where he meets his childhood friend after many years, so I was wondering if I could ask for a soft and cuddly nsfw sequel when they make love for the first time? Thank you so, SO much!

AHH OMG YES YOU CAN. i literally loved writing that scenario, so here is a sequel! i really hope you enjoy! ♡

Zeke x Fem!Reader: Remember Me Pt. 2

Warnings: NSFW

Part 1

It had been a very long day for (Y/N) and Zeke. They practically spent the whole day catching up with one another about things that happened while they were separated for that long period of time.

Reiner was secretly offended since Zeke practically ditched him for (Y/N). He didn't care though, he wanted to spend the whole day with her. In his favor, they ended up doing just that. Zeke did so many things with (Y/N), they went out to eat, went around town a million times, and told so many interesting stories.

(Y/N) herself was satisfied with the way things were going. She was extremely happy she got to see her friend again. She never thought in a million years that Zeke would come back, or even make an appearance back on Marley.

It was now nightfall. The stars were very bright, and the moon shined over the horizon. Zeke and (Y/N) were on a hill just sitting there talking about everything. He found the spot quite calming, nobody was around. Just him and (Y/N) alone with each other.

"And then I tripped and that stupid dude laughed at me" she said and began to laugh.

Zeke chuckled at the story she was telling. "You should have pushed him" he said and smiled.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I know! But I didn't have the courage to. Even if I did he would have totally beat the shit out of me" she replied.

Zeke couldn't help but admire her smile in the moonlight. He couldn't deny that (Y/N) was extremely beautiful, she definitely was grown up now, and he found himself being quite attracted to her.

"Remember when we were kids and we used to throw that ball around?" he asked and looked at her.

(Y/N) smiled. "I remember! I would always catch it. I always thought it was so cool to catch a ball for some reason" she replied and laughed.

He smiled. "I remember when we first met in the Warrior Program. I gave you a flower" he said.

She couldn't help but blush. "I remember that day, and then from that day forward we became so close" she said and looked down at the ground.

Zeke couldn't help but smile at the thoughts of them as children. Who knew she was the person he kept seeing in his memories? Even as he got older, he kept having memories of this girl. He just never knew who it was.

"Those were the days" he said and looked at her.

(Y/N) looked up. "I remember the day I went to wait for you. I waited for months, and then you never came back. My mom tried to make me forget about you" she said.

He nodded. "I wish I didn't leave so suddenly (Y/N). I tried many times to come and find you, but I was scolded" he explained.

She stared up at the sky. "Don't worry... I understand now what happened. You're here now! That's all that matters" she said and smiled.

He laughed. "Yeah I guess so.." he said and looked up at the sky with her.

(Y/N) loved the way the stars looked. "It's so pretty" she said.

Zeke looked at her. "We should head back, it's getting kind of late" he said and stood up.

She looked at him and stood up as well. "Come on... let's go back to my house" she replied and began to walk off.

(Y/N) took his hand in hers and began to guide him back to her home. He didn't want this night to end, Zeke wanted to spend every moment with her. He may not stick around very long, but he wanted to have a moment, even if it was short lived.

She arrived at her home and opened the door letting him inside. "It may not be the cleanest. I haven't done my laundry" she said and shut the door.

Zeke looked around her home. "It's not a problem at all" he replied and looked at her.

She looked at him. "Come, let's head to my room and chat" she said and waved him over to follow her.

He followed into her room which had a big bed. He wasn't sure how (Y/N) was still single, he thought for sure she would have some type of man in her life. Zeke was quite shocked when she told him she wasn't seeing anyone. She was so beautiful and extremely kind, how would anyone resist her?

"Zeke? Are you okay?" she asked and broke him out of his thoughts.

He blinked a little. "Sorry.. I zoned out" he replied and came closer to the bed.

(Y/N) was sitting there just looking at him. The air felt heavy between them. "Oh I see. Would you like to sit down?" she asked.

He nodded. "Sure.." Zeke replied and sat down on the bed.

For some reason, his mind began to wander to very lewd thoughts about (Y/N). He wasn't sure why, maybe it was because she looked so hot in that dress she was wearing? Or was it that she had a great body? He wasn't sure but his mind was racing.

"So what do you want to do?" she asked and nodded at him.

Zeke looked at her. "Anything! We can do anything you'd like" he replied and tried his best to remain calm.

She crossed her legs which showed a bit of her underwear. "Are you going to leave anytime soon?" she asked.

He sighed. "I'm not sure being honest. I hope not too soon" he replied.

She looked down. "I see, well if you do, let me know okay?" she said and held his hand.

Zeke was feeling a frenzy go through him. Her hand felt so soft, and he wanted to see what other parts of her body were soft.

"I will for sure" he said and smiled at her.

Zeke held her hand for a moment. He stared into her (e/c) eyes, they were still pretty. That's when the two leaned in and kissed one another. It was very passionate, and it caused Zeke to have a rush of pleasure to his cock.

"O-Oh.. I'm so sorry-" he cut her off by kissing her again.

Zeke hovered over her and looked down at her. "Don't apologize... let me make it up to you for leaving you so long ago" he said and began to kiss down her neck.

(Y/N) felt shivers go down her spine as Zeke continued to kiss down her body. "Z-Zeke.." she said.

He stopped at the end of her dress. "May I?" he asked and looked up at her with lustful eyes.

She nodded. "Yes.." she replied and watched as he lifted her dress.

Her underwear already had a pool forming from the kisses he left earlier. She was practically soaking wet at this point.

She sat up and removed the dress revealing her breasts. Zeke stared at her chest as it was rather bigger than he expected.

"S-Something wrong?" she asked and nodded.

He chuckled. "No not at all (Y/N)... just admiring the view" he replied and gave her a kiss.

Zeke went down to her pussy which was now throbbing. She hadn't been ever touched like this by any man, she only really did things to herself.

He ran a finger over the fabric covering her pussy. She jolted a bit at this touch, which made Zeke a little surprised.

"You're so sensitive.. I barely touched you" he said and looked up at her.

She shivered as he removed her underwear revealing her wet clit. Zeke was astonished at the view, the sight alone made him so turned on, he wanted to just ravish her right there with zero foreplay.

(Y/N) opened her legs a little wider so he could see more. He ran his fingers along her clit. This sent shivers and goosebumps along her skin. Zeke ran his fingers in circles sending pleasure throughout her body.

He noticed her behavior. "Have you ever been touched like this before?" he asked and looked at her.

She bit her lip. "No... only by just me" she replied and looked down.

He blinked a little, she was a virgin too? He was a bit surprised that no man had her in bed. He did feel a bit of pride since he was most likely going to be her first.

"I'll be gentle.. don't worry" he said and went back to her heat.

She felt his hot tongue against her folds. (Y/N) never felt this before, and she wished she would have a lot sooner. Zeke rubbed her clit around as he licked along her sensitive bud.

"Zeke..." she moaned out in pleasure as he continued to ravish her.

That only made him want to do more, the beast inside of him wanted to be released. (No pun intended).

He stopped and looked into her eyes. "Do you want to continue?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yes..." she replied and breathed out a bit.

Zeke stood up and unbuckled his belt. He wanted to make sure she was okay with going forward, he didn't want to do anything without her consent first.

He removed his cock which was twitching a bunch. (Y/N) was a bit surprised at his size, it was bigger than she expected. He stroked himself a bit and walked over to the bed.

"Are you ready?" he asked and raised a brow.

She looked at him. "Yes" she replied and opened up her legs.

Zeke positioned himself to enter her. He ran his cock along her folds before entering her. He groaned in pleasure at how tight she was, (Y/N) felt pain and pleasure at the same time.

He noticed her expression and leaned down to give her kisses. "It's okay... you'll adjust" he said and held her hand.

After some time the pain began to fade, and as he moved around (Y/N) saw stars. She looked into his lust filled eyes.

"You can move now" she said.

He nodded and began to thrust a bit at a slower pace. She moaned a little as he did so. The way her walls felt around him made him go crazy, he wanted to go fast, but he didn't want to hurt her.

He began to pick up the pace and open her legs more. "Z-Zeke!" she cried out as he thrusted into her.

He leaned down to kiss her. "That's right (Y/N)... tell me how good it feels" he whispered and nipped at her ear.

She put her arms around his neck. She felt waves of pleasure going along her stomach as he moved into her.

He ran his hand down to her pussy, and began to circle her clit while fucking her. "Right there!" she said and began to scratch at his back.

Zeke knew what spot he was hitting, and continued to thrust into it. (Y/N) was beginning to feel a knot forming in her stomach, she was close to her release. She was becoming noticeably needy, and her legs were starting to shake a little.

"Z-Zeke! I'm going to-" she was cut off by her orgasm hitting her hard.

Zeke felt her walls tighten around him. "You like that huh?" he asked.

She was feeling overstimulated by him thrusting into her. Zeke felt himself beginning to get close, he was starting to twitch inside of her.

"Cum inside me please..." she cried out and looked into his eyes.

He was a bit shocked, but as she wished he came inside of her. She felt his hot ropes shoot into her.

"Fuck... (Y/N)!" he yelled as he came.

After panting heavily, he removed himself from her. She lied on the bed with his cum dripping out of her. He stared down at her, and helped her sit up.

"You wore me out" she said and began to giggle.

He sighed. "Yeah... you did the same for me" he replied and wiped the sweat from his head.

(Y/N) gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you though... I needed that in a way" she said and smiled.

Zeke lied down on the bed. "The night doesn't have to end here" he said and held his arms open to her.

The rest of the night was spent with cuddles and soft words.

#anime #attack on titan #aot x y/n #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot fanfiction #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk imagines #snk fanfiction #shingeki no kyoujin fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #zeke jaeger #zeke aot #anime fanfic #aot smut

[putas-in-suffering]

"were you dreaming about me again?" with Miguel, please and thank you? ❤

This is a combination of requests for Miguel including prompts #47, 1, and 6.

The shifting of the bed pulls you from sleep, your eyes fluttering in the darkness. You tensed at the feel of a body behind you, but relax instantly when you feel the familiar hands of your lover, his voice low in your ear.

“Mi amor,” Miguel whispered, his hands tracing over your body beneath the covers. 

You shifted onto your back, meeting his captivating gaze. You could make out the lines of his face, the smattering of facial hair that you love so much covering his jaw. He was poised over you, upper half shirtless as you gripped his bicep.

“What time is it?” You asked sleepily, trying to grasp at your last memory before falling asleep. You’d been waiting up for Miguel, but by the time the clock read midnight, you were too tired to fight the pull.

“Just after two.” He responded, lips touching your forehead in a gentle kiss. 

“Why so late?” You probed, adjusting your position so that he fit between your spread thighs. He settled into the space, making it a point to rub against your center as he did. He was naked, the notion not a surprise to you.

“Shit across the border. In the other world.” He explained, leaving it purposefully vague. You didn’t press the matter, knowing that Miguel would share what he could with you when the time was right.

“You okay?” You ventured to ask, hoping he would at least appease you by answering. He didn’t seem to be physically hurt, but injuries could conceal themselves in a multitude of ways.

“Fine, my love. I promise.” He reassured with a smile, his head bowing down to show your lips attention. You met him in a passionate kiss, tongues clashing immediately upon first contact. You tangled your fingers in his hair, gently tugging at the strands as he swallowed you, devouring you in one delicious taste. 

His hand moved beneath your night gown, slowly teasing the hem upwards. You arched into his touch, granting him permission to continue on his path. His fingertips found you bare and wet, the appendages already slipping beyond the seam of your lips.

“You forgot your underwear tonight, hm?” He asked teasingly, torturing you with both his mouth and fingers. 

“Was waiting up for you.” You breathed out, moaning when he nibbled at the spot on your neck that made tingles rush down your spine. 

“Were you dreaming of me again? Feels like it.” He nipped at your chin in amusement, already knowing the answer to the question. 

His finger danced beyond your walls, heightening your pleasure with every stroke. You flooded his flesh as he mouthed at your nipples through the thin fabric of your gown, urging them into firm peaks. You decided to rid yourself of the garment and shifted the material up your body and over your head, the clothing landing with a thump on the floor.

“Impatient?” Miguel asked with a raised brow, eyes falling to your now bare chest. 

“Of course.” You pushed your chest out, encouraging him to finish what he’d started. 

His hot tongue lavished your nipples with attention while his fingers worked you over, prepping you for his entrance. You squirmed beneath him as your high began to crest, his pace never wavering. You dug your nails into his broad back and moaned, feeling the tendrils of orgasm start to surround you. 

You were just about to cum when Miguel thrust inside of you, his cock thick and needy. You cried out, spreading your thighs to accommodate his sudden intrusion. 

“Fuck, Miguel...” You panted, feeling the pulse of your walls against his cock. His head was buried in your neck, his own breathing shallow now that he was sheathed inside you.

“Jesus, I missed you.” He confessed, lips peppering your face with kisses. 

You rocked your hips, silently begging him to move. He did so painfully slow, barely pulling out before he was slamming back in again. You pressed yourself against him, skin on skin as he fucked you into the bed. You held on tight, feeling the dredges of your last lost orgasm take form again.

“Harder.” You pleaded, making him pull back and stare down at you. He could see the challenge in your eyes and he smirked, settling onto his knees. He never broke from your body as he repositioned himself, the upright position allowing for better traction. 

He held your legs apart as he pumped into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix on each thrust. You trailed a finger down to your clit and began rubbing, enticing Miguel. He watched, entranced by your beauty, your supple body his for the taking. And take he did.

He continued his assault on your pussy, delivering you to that end you’d been desperate to meet. 

“Close?” He asked, his own release waiting just on the horizon. 

You nodded frantically, feeling the coil starting to unwind. You gasped when it did finally hit, your legs bringing Miguel closer as your forced him to remain still inside your quaking walls.

“Oh, oh...god.” You repeated, moving your body in any way you could to prolong the pleasure. 

Once your body relaxed, Miguel began thrusting again, his eyes zeroed in on his soaked cock. He grunted as your body coated him in your visible arousal, showing him just how much you’d needed him...wanted him. The notion drove him to the finish line, hands gripping your thighs so fiercely that there would surely be evidence of it the next day. 

Cum painted your depths as his hips faltered. Thick ropes of heat made you feel satiated and full, a contented smile adorning your lips.

Miguel collapsed on top of you, his ear settled just over your breasts and beating heart. You traced patterns across his back, feeling him relax into you even further. 

“Te quiero.” He mumbled into your chest, tone matching the lethargic state of his body.

“I love you too.” You mirrored back, trying to stifle a yawn. It was late, well early, and you had to be up for work in just a few short hours. 

Miguel raised himself onto his arms, studying you with a loving gaze. “Call in tomorrow.” 

You laughed, not taking his request seriously. Miguel hardly ever played hooky from work, his presence imperative to his job. But as you looked up at him, his face unmoving, you realized he was serious.

“Really?”

“Why not?” He asked, mouth now descending onto your earlobe. He licked and sucked, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. He was still inside you and you could feel the firmness start to take hold of his cock again, his hips jutting into you softly. 

“We never call in to work.” You breathed out, focus momentarily pulled to his cock brushing along your sensitive walls. 

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.”

And show you he did.

#ask #asnwered #sucia saturday #miguel galindo x reader #miguel galindo x you #miguel galindo imagine #miguel galindo #mayans mc

[bang-to-the-tan]

Moth to Flame 

Chapter 8

Reader x OT7

► Vampire!AU

Smut/Porn With Some Plot

Warnings: Degredation, Somewhat Dubious Consent/Hypnosis, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Male Masturbation, Handjob, Choking, Gagging, Threesome (M/M/F), Foursome (M/M/M/F), Possessiveness, Vampires (Biting, Blood-Sucking, Reference to Death), Language

Words: 11K Exactly Because I am a Superstar

↳ Summary: Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry...

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It takes a while before you can convince yourself to leave the safety of the wardrobe. But there aren’t any more voices from outside and you’re beginning to get hungry…Finally, you unlatch the doors and slip out, pausing in the quiet to check that your dismount didn’t catch anyone’s attention. Nothing happens. You count your breaths, but there’s still no sign of any movement other than your own. Relaxing just a little more, you avail yourself of Jin’s bathroom and dig into the snacks he brought while you process your situation, sitting cross-legged by the bed to avoid getting crumbs everywhere. Idly you promise yourself that you’ll slide underneath it if anyone comes up again. It’s not exactly a feast—convenience-store burritos that you wish you could heat up, snack foods like pretzels and bizarrely, a handful of suckers.

A kink, maybe? You muse on the possibility of your warden having a fetish for lollipops as you chew laboriously through a mostly-thawed hot pocket. Maybe he just thought you wanted a candy? The memory of his excited face when he mentioned the food comes to mind. He seemed legitimately proud of himself. Like a kid with a pet.

Cum all over your master’s fingers, just like a good little pet.

You swallow, hard, and challenge the arousal that momentarily flashes through you. You can’t just sit here and be complacent. It’s weird. It’s wrong. What’s next? A collar? The marks under your bandages throb, and a quiet gasp escapes your lips at the sudden image that accompanies the thought. A collar and a leash that he could tug on and you could be so good for him—

You stand up, finishing what’s left of your pitiful meal with one vicious bite. Okay, escaping is now the train of thought, you’ve just decided. No more of…any of that. Especially with what just happened. Packing everything back into the plastic bag, you set it by the side of the bed.

Can’t trust the hallways—not with everyone up and about. There’s at least three of them wandering around at any one point and you’re pretty sure all of them know you’re here. They’ll catch you no problem if you step foot out of this room by way of the door. The window, then, like you’d planned to begin with.

You shift, frowning, rubbing your thighs together. God, were you always this horny all the time? On the outskirts of your mind, imagining what kind of punishments exactly they might have in store if they caught you? When they catch you… You shake your head violently.

Anyways.

Out the window.

The curtain pulls aside easily when you tug at one corner, lifting it just enough to peep out again and confirm your suspicions. It’s still nighttime. Still? Again? Wish there was some way of knowing. Another fact about vampires triggers in the depths of your mind. They sleep during the day and get up during the night. So with that logic, the house should be clear by daytime—you’d be home free. Could even walk through the front door, if you’d had a mind to, but considering you’re batting zero for two on that score, maybe you’ll stick with the window. You’ve got the beginnings of a real plan, then. Wait for it to be light out, take your bag of snacks, use the duvet to slide out of the window. Perfect. Flawless.

 There’s a quiet sound on the door, as someone tapping their fingers gently on it.

“It’s me.” Jimin. “Open the door. Quick, before they come back.”

Shit. Shit.

You scramble for the bag of food, nearly tripping over yourself in your haste to reach the window. No time to wait, you’ve already been caught—you need to leave now.

“I don’t want to have to haze you but you have to open the door!” Comes the urgent whisper again.

Fuck off, Jimin, you think venomously, flying to the window, throwing the curtains aside and curling your fingers under the pane.

“You can trust me, I promise.” On closer inspection, it looks like it might soon be dawn, the pitch black of the sky threatening to go purple as it dips below the horizon. Not perfect, but good enough. A few more hours until sunrise, as far as you can reckon. You’ll take it. You have to.

“I think we can help each other, you know? But you have to open up. It’s not safe.” You cringe at the sound as the pane slides all the way up, but grit your jaw anyways, throwing the bag over your shoulder.

“Wait, was that the window?!” He sounds panicked. Too late, you think, throwing your leg over the sill. Too late. You’re getting out of here. Right now. Craning over the side, you can judge the distance as far enough to cause some problems if you just dropped down, even with the hedge breaking your fall. You can tuck and roll, can’t you? Yeah, definitely. Tuck and roll. Easy. Despite your self-pep talk, you’re still hesitating.

But you can do that, you insist hurriedly. It’ll be locked away in your head somewhere. Gotta be. One of those survival things, like adrenaline-powered moms picking trucks up off their children. Your other leg swings forwards, dangling off the sill, hands braced against the frame.

“Fuck—Stop!”

You halt dead in your tracks. The light from the room behind you wavers, coiling as it caresses the bare skin of your arms. Thinking sinks into a chore, the world oozing fog from the corners, filling your limbs with sand. A breath escapes your lungs that empties your entire body, leaving you heavy and hollow. Wait. What are you doing? Jimin said to stop. Where were you going without him? You frown.

“It isn’t safe out there!” He’s definitely right about that. It is most certainly not safe. Why were you so determined to jump?

“I know you want to get out, but you’re gonna end up hurt if you leave now!”

You would get hurt, yeah. You cast a disparaging look at the ground beneath the sill.

Tuck and roll. Tuck and roll? You don’t know how to tuck and roll.

 “We aren’t the only ones with haze,” Jimin continues hastily, “And you already went missing—we won’t be the only ones looking for you, either. Jin must have bitten you. You can’t miss those marks. It leaves a smell. A-a trail. And the others aren’t always like us. They can be really cruel.”

“Others”? What is he—…Other vampires? You purse your lips. Jimin did say to stop. You should stop. But on the other hand it also did seem like you were in a real rush to jump out this window. Like you had a good reason at the time. What was it? It’s really hard to grasp, but you can’t shake the feeling like it’s incredibly important.

“Some of them really like pain,” his tone is hushed, “They’re scary. Bad.” He shifts, encouraged by the ponderous silence on your end as you mull over his words as well as your own thoughts. Time-sensitive. It feels time-sensitive. Something to do with time. And the window. Maybe you could compromise? Could you ask him to catch you when you jump out of the window? He seems strong enough. But you could probably also just as well ask him to hold you, if that’s what you wanted. Is it what you want? You’ve lost your train of thought, too easily distracted by the thought of Jimin’s soft, warm arms around you. Maybe that is what you wanted. You aren’t sure. You certainly want it now.

“I know you want to leave. But what if they catch you? They’ll make sure you suffer. We don’t want you to suffer. I don’t want you to suffer.”

 Part of you is more aware of what he’s saying than most of you, and parts of it come to you much slower than the rest. It leaves a smell. You raise a hand to the bandages and rub at them, feeling the itch, the throb, the vague pleasure that shoots down your neck. I’ll have to catch you and bring you back anyway. So that must be how Jin planned on tracking you down if you’d ran away. Looking back, he was really confident he was that he could. Not ‘try to catch’, not ‘hunt you down’. Catch you, bring you back. Maybe chain you up or something. The thought goes straight between your legs and you hum at the feeling. Is that what you were doing? Playing a cat and mouse game with Jin?...That doesn’t seem right, either.

Playing with Jin…A spark of concrete thought lights in your mind and you snatch at it even as it slips through your fingers like water.

 “…I’m not supposed to be playing with you, Jimin.” You point out, slowly, thoughtfully. You don’t have to raise your voice too much—you know he can hear you just fine. “Namjoon said so.”

Jimin sighs. “I misbehaved a little earlier, but I promise I’ll be good now. I’m just trying to help now. I promise I’ll be good.”

‘Misbehaved a little’. Memories of his plush lips against your sopping core rise to the forefront of your mind. You shiver.  Is that what you were after? No…that doesn’t have to do with the window. It could, maybe up against the window? An option.

“I’m supposed to go to Jin when my greedy pussy needs filling,” you add, swinging your legs faintly. “Not you, not Jungkook, not Taehyung.”

You can hear him choke faintly. “I-I know, I know, and that’s got to be confusing for you, but Jin isn’t here right now. It isn’t safe anymore.”

Now that doesn’t seem right. You roll your eyes. Not safe. That can’t be right. A breeze sweeps up outside the window and it raises goosebumps on your arms. You’d move back into the warm, but Jimin did tell you to stop, and you can’t think of why you wouldn’t listen to him just yet. Plus, you haven’t figured out what part the window has to play in all this. Something in you really wants you to jump. Something in you is screaming, but all you hear are echoes.

 “Jungkook’s so hungry...I kind of wish they’d just give you to him...But even so, I think you could help us. All of us.”

It’s quiet for a moment. You turn his words over in your head.

“Really? I could help you?” That’s an interesting take. You’d love to help, any way you can. You like helping.

“Yeah! You could help us! Please, please, open the door. We can’t keep talking, I swear to God he knows that you’re in here and if he finds you in here…Please open the door. Please come with me. I swear I won’t do anything.”

Helping, yeah. Maybe that was what you were doing. You can always ask Jimin about the window while you help him. Your legs are already swinging back over the window, albeit shakily. You’re reluctant to leave it, but you get distracted again by the bag over your shoulder. Whatever it was that doesn’t want you to go definitely isn’t going to let go of the bag. It’s a small compromise—keep the bag, leave the window. Jimin shouldn’t mind. You start towards the door, reaching for it.

“I promise I won’t touch you. I won’t even look at you if you want. Please.”

“No touching?” You repeat, stopping just in front of the frame. You’ll open the door. That should be okay. Although you won’t deny that you’re a little disappointed at the thought that you can’t touch Jimin.

“None! I’ll back up from the door, even!”

You clutch the plastic bag over your shoulder, and your mind briefly drifts to what it would be like if he was lying to you about touching. It can’t be your fault if he starts it, can it? Maybe then you won’t get in trouble. It’s a nice thought.

Curling your fingers around the handle is not nearly as difficult as when you opened the door for Taehyung. This time, the choice is so much easier.

When you pull it towards you, you immediately spot Jimin on the other side of the hallway, pressed fully to the opposite wall. His face crumples into relief when he sees you emerging, but his eyes are wide with urgency. His hands are held up in a gesture of peace, and there’s fabric slung over one arm. He doesn’t look halfway as dangerous as you’d think—his oversized sweater swallows him whole and his mussed hair makes him look so sweet, so small. A neon sign reading “Innocent” draped over his chest couldn’t scream ‘harmless’ any louder.

“Why aren’t I safe in Jin’s room anymore?” you ask curiously. The question seems to come from out of nowhere.

“His job has him caught up for a little while.” Is the immediate reply. The only part of him that moves are his pillowy lips. You remember those lips. “You would’ve been okay if no one knew you were in there, but somehow…somehow they figured it out.”

You hum, eyeing him absently.

“Where are we going?”

“I’d take you to my room, but neither of them need permission to come in, and I don’t think they trust me right now. I don’t think I trust me right now… I’m thinking the left wing.”

“The left wing?”

He nods. Slowly, deliberately, as though dealing with a spooked animal, he unhooks the fabric from his arm and offers it to you. After a half-second of hesitation, you take it from his hand, being sure to avoid actually touching him, despite the urging in your fingertips to brush his. It’s a hoodie. Oversized, well-worn…and a little dusty…? There are holes in some of the seams and whatever date was printed on the front, letter-man style, is rubbed most of the way off.

“For the smell.” He explains quickly. “You can’t leave Jin’s room smelling like him if he’s not here.”

Obeying a knee-jerk instinct, you raise a black sleeve to your nose and inhale briefly. You’re sure you don’t have half the sense that they do, but there is a scent. Vague, light. Oddly familiar.

“What’s in the left wing?”

An old wound twinges in his eyes and his gaze flits away. “Nothing, anymore.”

You grasp the hoodie more firmly between your fingers, scrutinizing the vampire as he pins himself to the wall, arms still up, now avoiding your gaze and frowning with the ghost of some distant memory. No touching, needs help, window jumping. You’re not sure you’ve got the space in your head to unpack everything. Not enough to make the connections that need made.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he says again, softly.

 You place the bag on the ground, pulling the hoodie over your head and gathering your hands from the insides of the massive sleeves, slinging the food back over your shoulder as you tug the bottom of the jacket down. It reaches all the way to your knees; it’s awkward, clumsy—you look like a teenager stealing her boyfriend’s stuff. Kind of cute. Does Jimin think you’re cute? You cast a glance up at him, but he’s very busy looking away from you.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” You affirm, shuffling comfortably.

“Good.”

He turns from you, spinning on his heel, and immediately makes a beeline down the hall. You try your best to follow, but he’s seriously booking it. You catch a flash of a worried, thoughtful expression as he casts a furtive glance down the stairs when the two of you pass them.

Momentarily, you lose yourself in gathering your bearings. Behind you, the opposite way of where you’re headed, is Jin’s room, then Jungkooks a little further down, and finally at the end of the hall is the bathroom they share. Where Taehyung was. Come to think of it, you don’t think you’ve ever actually been down this way, to the left from the front doors.

The light from the chandelier passes over your face and then dips back out of view. There’s a flash of trepidation, of anger, that grips your throat. No. It’s frustration. You aren’t supposed to be going this way for some reason. The window again…? The front doors.

Jimin’s pulling away, his pace quickening. You skip to catch up.

He leads you down the left hallway, all the way to the end, and then immediately veers to a sharp right. You almost run into him, skittering to a halt just behind him when he stops by a specific door. It doesn’t look any different from the others to you. You wonder what he sees.

He casts another look around, concern pulling at his lips, avoiding your eyes. He’s very pretty, but you wish he wasn’t frowning so much. Those sweet, soft lips should be pulled into a smile. Or even better, wrapped around your skin. Want dances briefly over your limbs, curls in your chest. The door opens with a creak of old wood and Jimin visibly flinches, but holds out an arm to usher you in. He almost forgets not to touch you, quickly dropping his arm back to his side as you walk past him. Missed opportunity. Obediently, you trail inside, casting a cursory glance about the room as he closes the door carefully behind the two of you.

It looks just like the other rooms you’ve seen, but even more bare somehow. The bed is made, but there are no decorative pillows. The bookcase in the corner is mostly empty, except for one or two faded, worn books. In the corner is a wardrobe just like Jin’s, though the doors are flung open. Recently, judging by the lines in the dust.

 “Okay. You have your food,” Jimin begins pacing, patting dust off surfaces as he goes like its an afterthought, using his other hand to rake through his hair—still avoiding your gaze. “You have your food, so that’s good.”

You drop the bag to the floor, scooting it close to the door. The feeling inside of you that needed it with you is satisfied with leaving it there. Within easy reach. Whatever that means.

The bathroom door is ajar, and from here, you can see a flash of green on the tiles. Are those…frog stickers decorating the walls? Jimin’s still worrying aloud, but you’re already tapping over to the door, pushing it open delicately, immediately distracted with the childish flourishes.

“Jin should be back soon. He said he’d be back soon. That usually means a work day.”

They are frogs, little cartoon frogs. Bright green, some of them red and blue. There are ridiculously cartoony ones with huge eyes and ones that are more anatomically correct—closer to the shower in the corner you can spot a whole host of charmingly anthropomorphic frogs holding…garden supplies?

“Maybe tonight? Hopefully tonight.”

You ghost closer to the wall, delighted to find these friendly faces. You trace over one with an extended finger, noticing the way its faded. How long have these been here? One of his brothers has light scratches, as though someone tried to peel it back and then smoothed it down when it wouldn’t come up cleanly.

It doesn’t occur to you that the bathroom door has creaked just that little bit more closed behind you until you sense movement. You move to turn, to tell Jimin about these fantastic little comrades you’ve just found, but a strong arm wrapping about your midsection stops you from going far. Automatically, your lungs fill with a squeal of surprise, but a hand clamps over your mouth and a familiar voice hisses in your ear with an urgent tone, warming your hair, making the surface of your skin tingle with the heat of his breath.

“Don’t scream.”

Your mind wipes entirely clean, the lights around you growing halos, the edges curling with shadows and warm, filtered glows. The entirety of your body floods with warmth, safety, belonging, all within a second. Scream? No. No, the sound that escapes you, muffled by Jungkook’s palm, is a moan. He’s so close, his body molded to yours, you can feel his heart beating through your back, can feel the body heat coming off him in waves. You’re already putty in his arms. There’s a heavy pause, marked only by the sound of you panting through your nose. In the other room, you can still hear Jimin complaining to himself, quieted somewhat by the mostly-closed bathroom door.

 “Jin’s pajamas…” Jungkook murmurs in your ear after a furtive beat. “Namjoon’s hoodie…No one would guess who you really belong to at this point.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, and you feel him press his nose to your neck, where your bandages lie, inhaling deep. The rush of pleasure that follows the mild ache beneath nearly takes out your legs, your body sagging against where he has you held against him.

“Both of them?” he whines quietly. The hand over your mouth disengages with a vaguely wet sound from where you’ve already begun drooling, fingers flying to the bandage, curling under and peeling it off, feverish. He throws it out of sight, somewhere on the floor. You squirm against his grip in anticipation, but he shushes you. The fresh air caressing your bites feels almost cold, tingling. A slick heat suddenly presses to the marks, hot and firm, tasting the scabs formed there, and it feels so good you almost cry out, but his hand reappears, curling around your chin to force three of his fingers past your lips. Desperately, you suck on them, pulling them deeper into your mouth, hips beginning to circle against him seemingly of their own volition. You think of what he promised you earlier. What he promised you.

Behind you, he grunts under his breath, grinding his pelvis against your ass and you can already feel him getting hard, the thick muscle of his thighs slipping across the thin fabric of Jin’s pajamas.

“You know who you belong to, right?” he rasps, “You remember me? You remember my fingers?”

You nod vigorously, hollowing your cheeks around his digits, sucking them down like they were his cock. The arm around your waist shifts, his other hand trailing down your hips. He roots past the hoodie almost violently, searching for the waistband of the pajama pants, jamming his hand down the front as soon as he finds it. The pads of his fingertips stroke past your folds, testing the slick gathering there as you widen your stance to allow him more space, slobbering enthusiastically around the digits clenching absently around your tongue. Two fingers breach your quaking walls, shoved upwards into you and curling with one smooth motion. You buck forwards just as he thrusts, exhaling a shuddering gasp into your hair.

“Yeah,” he hums, fucking upwards with his hand, circling his wrist and sliding his thumb down against your throbbing clit to send lightning flickering through your spine, “Yeah, you remember me. You remember this.” Even as he fingers you sloppily, fervently, he keeps you locked in place, imprisoned by his strong forearms, pressed to his legs and torso.

 “I don’t know if I can keep being good the longer I stay here with you,” Jimin’s voice suddenly wafts over to you from the bedroom, though he seems hesitant to come too close to the bathroom door.

Jungkook’s hand doesn’t stop, but his motions calm to simple strokes, rubs, fingers pulsing inside of you with a delicious drag that has your eyes rolling back, hips stuttering to chase after more. His own breath is quickly getting out of hand, heavy exhales you can hear him trying to muffle into your neck.

“But before I leave, I just want to make sure you aren’t gonna try and escape, okay?”

 Lips press to your bite marks, feverish and possessive. Jungkook’s teeth catch the tender, not-quite-healed flesh in a bite that is less than kind, but the aching pain sends your legs into spasm with a spike of heady pleasure, choking around his fingers as he presses down hard on your tongue. The moan that arises from your chest is garbled and messy as you drool and huff openly, wetly. He ruts against you through the unforgiving starch of his jeans, rolling into you like he could reach your sex through the layers. You rut back, just as desperate for him to be inside of you.

 “Uh…Hello?” Jimin’s voice speaks up again, concerned. You can’t see the door, but you can hear it as it creaks open lightly, can see the light growing from the room outside, casting gold onto the frogs that watch you shudder with wide, impassive expressions. Jimin’s breath hitches inside his throat.

You feel the impact as suddenly Jungkook is wrenched bodily off of you, nearly taking the pajama bottoms with him, his teeth scraping your marks with a sting of pain. You’re thrown violently backwards in the wake of it but are caught in another arm’s embrace, soft sweater fabric cushioning your fall into his Jimin’s chest, his forearm bracing you underneath your armpits.

Shocked, your head whips around, only to both hear and see Jungkook at the end of his arc, flung a ridiculous length across the threshold into the bedroom, slamming into the wooden poster of the bed, legs caving underneath him. You wince in sympathy at the sound when his head snaps against it, but you don’t have the chance to ask if he’s okay. Jimin quickly disengages your limbs to push you behind himself, spreading his arms and legs against the doorway to the bathroom, acting as a physical barrier.

“Jungkook, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he shouts, and you cower at the unbridled fury in his tone.

You peek under one of Jimin’s arms, peeping with concern at the cherry-haired vampire sprawled at the foot of the bed. But he looks more upset than hurt as his neck lolls and he cradles the back of his head with a wince.

“I—Jimin, I just—“ “You JUST! What the fuck were you thinking?!? Seriously, I could kill you right now, I swear to God—“

“What were you thinking?! Y-You’re just gonna hide her? In this house?? When all of us are starving?”

“That was not my decision!”

“It is your decision to blindly follow it like some kind of sick fucking dog!”

“Fuck you!”

You can see Jimin stiffening, his voice escalating, can see from here the snarl on Jungkook’s face, the way his fangs peek out from his top lip like some kind of animal. He hisses, sharp, angry—and suddenly his head lolls again and his eyebrows pull together like he’s in incredible pain, eyes screwing shut. When he speaks again, it’s no quieter, but it cracks with hurt, desperation.

“I’m so hungry…I’m so fucking hungry.” He chokes. “It hurts, my fucking throat hurts so bad.” His hand drifts to circle around his own neck. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows thickly. “I can’t see straight anymore, I can’t think. Everything hurts.”

Jimin’s arms waver and he hesitates. As you listen to him lament, your heart breaks, distant and vague, but sympathetic to his obvious suffering if nothing else. Your cunt pulses around nothing, as if to remind you of what’s been interrupted, and the juxtaposition of the two emotions is conflicting to say the least.

“I know.” Jimin’s own voice has dropped to a hoarse whisper. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You just—you just have to—“

“It doesn’t work anymore!” Jungkook interrupts with a whine. “It doesn’t work, I tried it, Jimin, it doesn’t work. They’re too scared, there’s too few that it works on, I’ve got, I’ve got fucking holes in my shoes from wandering around our tiny little cage trying to find something to fucking eat. Don’t you think I’m trying? I’m trying, but it’s so hard.”

“It—it’s just until Namjoon comes back,” Jimin tries again to be defensive, but you can hear it in his voice; the sympathy, the worry.

“I can smell her in my dreams, when I can manage to actually sleep. I can taste her through the walls. I-I can’t keep doing this. It’s killing me. I’m actually going insane.”

Jungkook shifts to stand shakily, using the bed for support, and Jimin immediately twitches to protect you, pressing you further into the bathroom. His arms are really soft and nice, you kind of want to wrap up in them. Maybe convince his hand downwards? That sounds good. That sounds very good. Your thighs rub together.

“You can’t trust me.” Jungkook says quietly. “Not around her. I’m not going to stop trying to get to her. Namjoon or not.”

“I—“

“I know he already hates me. It’s okay.”

“Jungkook…He—Namjoon doesn’t hate you—”

“You can’t trust me.” Jungkook meets Jimin’s eyes, desperation etched into every crease of his face, tinging every word out of his mouth. “But I trust you.”

“…What are you talking about?”

You’re gauging the distance between Jimin’s fingertips and your pussy. Not too far. You could probably just sidle right up, if he only relaxed that little bit more. You worry at the hem of the hoodie with your own fingertips, debating the pros and cons.

“You could stop me.” Jungkook’s tongue flits out to pass over his lips as he pleads. “You could stop me from taking too much. I trust you.”

Slowly, he begins to stalk closer, one step at a time. Jimin flinches, but he’s also distracted by this new train of thought and doesn’t seem to notice.

“Jungkook, that’s not a…that’s not a good idea.” You can hear Jimin swallowing harshly as he pushes you back further, his resolve wavering.

“Why?” The younger vampire whines again, face crumpling. “Please. Please, just a little, just a taste. A swallow.” He gestures tiredly at the bed, like his arm is too heavy. “We can roll her around on here after? No one has to know.”

“They would know.”

“I’ll take it. I’ll take the punishment. Whatever it is. Please, Jimin. I-I think I’m dying.”

“No—“

“You could have some, too? I’ll take the blame for both of us.”

“—Jungkook—“

“Do you really think you can resist her?” he demands, suddenly angry. He’s managed to slink to within a few feet of your guard. Jimin doesn’t seem to have noticed the dangerous proximity. “You know she gets so wet so easy. You know it doesn’t take much.”

You understand him this time, those terms in particular. As a matter of fact, you’re currently thinking of ways you can work Jimin’s hands into your pants without him realizing. You need something between your legs. Anything to soothe the want flaring there. Hungry. Yes. You know what it’s like to be hungry.

“Don’t you miss the way she tastes?”

Jungkook takes another step, staring his shorter elder down. The blonde automatically lifts one hand as if to push him away, but it’s weak, wary, only placing a palm on his broad chest, briefly straining in warning.

“This is a bad idea.” He protests again, an answering whine coiling about the edges of his speech.

“It is,” Jungkook agrees, his voice low, catching in excitement.

 Fingers curl around one of your wrists and you look down in mild surprise, just in time to watch Jungkook leading your hand around Jimin’s side. He snakes your arm around his still form, to his front. And down. When he presses your hand to his crotch, you suck in a startled breath. The boy in front of you stiffens and sways backwards, but you surge forward with a wave of excitement, realizing just a beat late what he’s inciting.

“This will be better for both of us,” Jungkook murmurs. “I know you’re hungry, too.”

Jimin doesn’t reply as you slide your palm down the front of his skinny jeans timidly, rubbing at the bulge that’s already begun to build there, hidden beneath his sweater. Emboldened by his increasingly sloppy breaths and lack of coherent protest, you grab the zipper and yank it down. When you sneak your hand inside, he makes a high-pitched noise in his throat. His hips buck, thrusting into your eager fingers.

“This is bad,” he hums, chokes. You seek out his cock through the soft fabric of his boxers. “We’re gonna get in s-…so! M-much trou-trouble, ahh…” You curl around the shaft to fish it out and he makes a soft hiccupping sound.

Jungkook tugs at your wrist again and you limply submit it for him, watching in fascination as he drags his tongue against your palm, spitting once, gathering his saliva for you to use. For a brief moment, he leans closer, presses a lingering kiss to your pulse. His eyes meet yours over Jimin’s shoulder and you feel an answering gush of arousal slip from between your neglected folds. You return to your grip around Jimin’s member when he releases you, tugging experimentally, and he shudders into you, keening.

“You couldn’t help yourself.” Jungkook is still talking, mumbling, but you’re watching Jimin’s face as he leans back, finally relaxing into your palm. His head falls backwards and you admire his soft lips drawn into a pout, the way his eyebrows furrow, his eyes squeezed shut. You twist your stroke upwards and his tongue prods at the corner of his mouth, the muscles of his neck constricting around a needy moan. “I hazed her and it-it was too much for you. I made you do it—“

Jimin’s eyes fly open and sharpen, swiveling to glare at Jungkook with a gaze like fire, lips curling with a derisive snort. He snatches at your wrist, pulling you in front of him suddenly, his cock bobbing when he slides gracefully to the side. Markedly less graceful, you stumble, but fall to your knees when he bends your wrist over your head and pushes down pointedly. You’re eye-to-eye with his crotch now, staring straight into the flushed skin, the thick shaft, the feathering of downy hair at his base. Your mouth waters. You glance up at Jungkook, but he’s watching Jimin throw your arm back to your side with a heated expression.

Jimin’s hand slides across the top of your head in what starts out as a petting gesture, but immediately curls into a handful of your hair towards the back, gathering the strands unmercifully in a grip that burns against your scalp. He forces you forward and you gratefully oblige, opening your lips, tongue lolling, welcoming his leaking dick into the wet cavern of your mouth with a fanatical eagerness.

 “Suck my cock,” he hisses down at you, lips curled in a snarl. You lock your lips around him and comply, hollowing your cheeks, slipping your tongue against the heady underside. He tsks sharply through his teeth and you can see the muscles in his thighs twitch, hips thrusting shallowly to meet your motions halfway.

“Fuck, you really like that?” Jungkook coos thickly above you. “You like the fucking taste of cock, baby? Fuck, Tae was right, you’re so fucking nasty…”

You swallow around Jimin in answer, humming with pleasure at the stammered moan that falls from his lips when you do, your throat pulsing around him. You keep your hands by your side obediently, allowing him to maneuver your head exactly where he wants you, using you like his personal fuck toy. They’ll come to you eventually. You know they’ll take care of you.

“You don’t make me do anything,” Jimin growls. There’s a strict dominance in his tone that is completely at odds with his soft boy persona, and yet fits in perfectly with the way he fucks into you, leaking down your throat. “I hazed her first. She was going to go out Jin’s window. This is my fault.”

“Out the window?” Another hand appears on your jaw, squeezing, the thumb prodding for the bulge in your cheek. “Why would you do that when you’ve got all the cock you could ever want, right here?”

You hear a zipper. Excitement rises in your chest. Jimin pulls you off of himself with a harsh tug of your hair, leaving you with a sick plop of saliva, smearing precum across your cheek when his dick bobs against you. You lay a chaste, if sloppy, kiss on the tip and he groans, forcing your head to the side, to meet Jungkook’s member waving in your face expectantly. Again, you open up for him, shuffling at the feeling of arousal pooling in Jin’s pajamas, your nipples rubbing uncomfortably hard against the top, hidden away and too hot inside the hoodie. You whine through your nose, casting a pleading look upwards, but Jungkook only meets your gaze with a blown-out look of lust as Jimin starts encouraging your head down further, sliding you up and down his shaft as you suckle the hard flesh. His eyes roll back and his jaw drops, his hand coming to meet Jimin’s, twining through the strands.

“Fuck, fuck,” he moans, breathless. When his hips jut forward, his cock pushes through your cheeks, spittle leaking from the corners and dripping down your chin. It gets just to the point where you can feel your gag reflex rising and you twitch backwards, but the two of them hold you in place.

“Choke on it,” Jimin commands thickly, pushing you down further. The world shimmers about you and you feel static rising through your chest, up through your throat, your hands flying to tear entreatingly at Jungkook’s thighs as a retch immediately bubbles up in answer. It only lasts a second, your back bowing, your eyes rolling, before Jungkook is tearing both of their hands away and yanking his dick out of your mouth. Air rushes gratefully, harshly, back into your lungs and you cough, hacking, only just managing to catch yourself on the floor with your palms smacking down. Your sight blurs with tears that burn, your throat constricting painfully in protest.

“Fuck, Jimin,” you hear Jungkook chastising, though he’s still having trouble getting his own wind back. Gentle hands this time wind about your arms to lift you up, taking your hand in his as he helps you to sit on the backs of your knees. Large, warm palms cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears even as you continue to cough, limp in his grasp.

“If Namjoon’s gonna kill us anyway, I’m getting my worth out of this,” Jimin gripes petulantly. “And she’s too responsive.”

“You’re okay,” Jungkook soothes, watching your eyes carefully, ignoring his elder. You gulp down a huge lungful of air, your tears slowing in their descent down your face. He wipes at your cheeks sweetly.

“That was so hot, you did so good, you’re okay,” he repeats. A smile crawls across your spit-slicked expression at the calm that spreads down your form. You look at him with all the adoration in the world while he praises you, the shining sun of your universe, the bright center of your world. You’re okay. You are okay. You pleased him. You did good. He returns your grin.

“You like sucking our cocks, hm?” he hums, almost teasingly, casting a glance down your body. You nod in earnest, feeling the soft skin of his hands rubbing your cheeks as you do. “Good. That’s my good girl.”

He turns to Jimin, who’s watching you get praised with a slack look on his face, stroking his own dick thoughtlessly.

“My present, my rules,” Jungkook frowns, dark. “I don’t want her broken before I even get inside of her. You don’t tell her what to do.”

Jimin’s eyes flick to meet his. “I wasn’t going to break her—“

“Don’t haze her. Or else I’ll send you out.”

“I’d like to see you try.” “Don’t haze her,” Jungkook repeats, raising his brows, his hands slipping from your face. You take the respite to start working the hoodie up and off, suddenly incredibly aware of how stuffy and hot it is inside the thick fabric. “Or else. I’ll send you out.”

“Mm,” the blonde hums, his eyes widening in mock obedience, inclining his head once. “Yes, sir.”

 You lose sight of them as the hoodie passes over your face, but you can feel it grabbed at from the top, shirking it off of you easily. Jungkook reaches for you again and this time he helps you stand on unsteady legs. He leans forward, encouraging your lips to his and you accept his gift thankfully, craning towards him. As he kisses you, gently but hungrily, you feel a wandering hand from behind caressing down your spine, under the pajamas, sending shivers dancing down your frame. Fingers trace your back, down to your ass, slipping a palm up and under a cheek to squeeze it deftly, and you rock back towards it while Jungkook slides his tongue across your lips. Heat flares inside of you, unbearable and yet too good, too perfect. You need more, you need to be touched and kissed and filled.

“She didn’t hate it,” Jimin points out, low, as his fingers sneak further, brushing your cunt.

Jungkook hums warningly, but his own hand slides down your front to fondle at your pussy, pressing a curious digit, two, between your folds. He rubs there, drags through the wetness that oozes from you so easily. The three of you break for a second so they can rip your pajama bottoms off of you with two sets of determined hands, deftly unbuttoning Jin’s top and discarding them to the side of the room, leaving you completely naked between the two men. As strange as it might be, it’s exactly where you should be. How you should be. You don’t even feel embarrassed, only one step closer to what you want.  Jungkook finds your mouth again, reaching up to cup your breast and tease at the nipple with his thumb, sending sparks of pleasure skirting straight to the apex of your thighs.

You break the kiss with a squeal when Jimin’s hand comes down hard on your ass cheek, and then immediately coasts sweetly back between your thighs, dipping one finger inside of you before slipping back out. He slaps you again, and this time as you jolt forwards, Jungkook takes the opportunity to slide straight from your clit to your entrance, sheathing two of his fingers past your quivering walls. Idly, he allows you to ride his hand for a moment, watching you with wide eyes. You’re breathless at the teasing, the butterfly kisses that Jimin peppers across your shoulders and the playful kneading of your backside. When Jungkook takes his fingers from you again you whine in disappointment, but he pops them into his mouth, laving his tongue around his own digits as though savoring the tastiest dessert you could possibly imagine, his eyelashes fluttering closed.

He takes them out with a pop, grabs your hips, spins you around violently, and you almost knock into Jimin, who’d been making his way closer and closer to your back. He grins when you come face-to-face, pupils blown wide, skin flushed prettily, the visage of Lucifer—an angel of sin. He’s discarded both his sweater and his jeans, revealing the compact but powerful muscles usually hidden beneath his cute façade. Jungkook noses into the crook of your neck and you feel his hand curling around your thigh, lifting it, holding you firm. The soft, burning heat of his cockhead brushes your thigh and you give a low moan, circling your hips as if you could convince it inside you faster, the demanding static under your skin growing louder and needier with every inch it gets closer.

Jimin watches you seek out his lips with yours as you slide your arms about his bare, warm shoulders, though he pulls back and smirks at the way you chase after him. He finally allows you to make contact, rushing forward to swallow your lips whole, just before Jungkook sinks effortlessly inside of you. All three of you groan as you slide onto his member, the seemingly endless supply of glistening wetness gushing between your legs making for a smooth glide, stretching your cunt and filling your belly with his hard heat. Jimin kisses you hungrily, devoutly—pecking, sucking, nipping—as Jungkook attacks your neck, on the side opposite your bite marks.

“Does that feel good?” Jimin croons, and your back arches as he pinches sharply at a nipple, licking the corner of your mouth. You nod, humming, trying to keep your wits about you as Jungkook shifts more comfortably and somehow inches even further inside, rubbing against every crevice, fitting you like a glove.

“Me too?” Jimin guides one of your arms off his shoulder, down to his shaft, sandwiched between your bodies, and you wrap your fingers around it just as Jungkook starts to move. “Make me feel good too…” Jimin exhales a plush breath at the feeling when you begin to pump him again, purring at your obedience.

Jungkook keeps your thigh up for easy access to your pussy, which welcomes him in earnest, his cock rocking in and out in a steady rhythm, filling you up good, so good, with every thrust. He pants against your neck, kissing, licking, tasting the sweat that drips from your nape, his free hand holding your hip. The room fills with hums and grunts from the three of you, the wet sounds of your coupling, the gasps from Jimin as he mouths decadently around a nipple and twitches in your palm. You arch back, pushing your breasts into Jimin’s face, your head craning over Jungkook’s shoulder, when slick fingers meet your clit, circling and pressing in time with the thrusts. You don’t even notice Jungkook’s heightening pants and huffs, the way he noses into your skin.

“J-Jimin,” Jungkook suddenly whines, and the panic in his tone is what tears Jimin’s attention away from your chest. “I-I don’t think I can—“

“Not here,” his elder warns, eyes wide with concern. He reaches over your shoulder, leaning closer. He absently shushes your keening when his cock presses against your clit, sliding through your slickness to bump the swollen bundle. You feel Jungkook’s head shifted carefully away from where he’d buried his mouth on your neck, sucking bruising hickeys onto the slender column.

“Not here, not standing,” Jimin repeats, giggling. “Bed. Jungkook, bed. Come on.”

Jungkook growls, but you feel him moving away, peeling his chest off your back and sliding out of your pussy with a sinful noise that steals the breath from three pairs of lungs, the sensation leaving you empty and wanting. You whimper, and Jimin shushes you again.

 As Jungkook steps back, Jimin steps forward, his arms collecting you easily and you almost fall into him. He walks you back, caging you in his body heat, his scent, until you can feel the soft bedsheets at your knees. He pauses there to reach behind you and dig around the blankets. Your eyes meet Jungkook’s over his shoulder. He’s pulling his shirt off of his chest, shirking his jeans to the floor before wrapping his hand around his cock. He strokes himself, eyes blown wide, jaw set tightly in an expression of pure lust. A thrill shudders up your spine and you have to swallow down the saliva that builds in your mouth. He watches you.

“These sheets are so fuckin’ dusty,” Jimin’s complaining idly. Finally, he pulls away enough to lick up your lips, humming his approval when you try to suck his tongue deeper into your mouth. “Lean back.”

You oblige, your gaze casting up to the gold-painted ceiling. You squeak when he pulls you further onto the bed, hoisting you up as he crawls onto it to sit beside your head. It does smell like dust, but he must have peeled the first layer off, the sheets underneath cool against your fevered body.

Jungkook reappears above you, broad hands ghosting up your thighs to push them apart, upwards, cradling the backs of your knees, allowing him the room to slot back between your legs. His maroon hair sticks to his forehead, his neck, frames his far-off expression that burns with such intensity you have a hard time keeping eye contact for too long. Your hips flex upwards, the rushing in your ears building to dizzying volumes, the screaming of every nerve ending for again and more.

“Not her neck, either,” Jimin mumurs as Jungkook lines himself up with your cunt and presses back in with a delicious, slow push. Filling you again, pushing on your legs to get ever deeper, he leans in to attack your lips, sinking down into you. You moan at the feeling, at the way he bites and nips, the way he rolls his pelvis to stroke at your walls. “Not her arteries. Nothing major.”

You arch, swallowing him further, and he growls thick, hips snapping.

“Hey! Listen to me!” Jimin complains, though his hand appears to curl around yours, tugging it back behind your head. His cock slides between your fingers and he molds your hand around it. You comply, jerking him off as best you can while Jungkook begins a strong pace inside you, your ass pressed to his lap, your feet dangling in the air beside your head. The bed creaks beneath you.

“I’ll bite her chest, right next to her heart,” Jungkook mumbles. “I’ll suck her dry right from her fucking tit.”

Jimin groans, deep, thrusting into your hand. “N-not dry, not dry, remember, Kookie. We need to be good, remember. Good boys.”

You can’t think, you can’t do anything but bounce as Jungkook pistons into you with the strength of a runaway bull, holding himself up on his toes for leverage just to make sure there’s no inch of you unfucked. His dick parts your pussy like it was made for him, brushing against your g-spot deep inside, sending your legs into spasm every time he bottoms out. It’s too much, it’s too good, a rising pyre building inside of you of yes and more and please. Your head throws back and you cry out, cut off abruptly when Jimin slaps a palm over your mouth.

“T-too loud, fuck, shh,” he hisses, hand flexing as you continue to moan and whine, muffled now, breasts jumping along with the rhythm.

 You don’t hear the door open.

But you do hear it close, clicking behind a new entrant into your depravity. You feel Jungkook stiffen, panting, dropping your legs as if to hide your body beneath him, his forearms falling to either side of you possessively, head whipping to the side. Jimin pauses with a sharp intake of breath, his hand stilling yours against his cock. You whine, humping upwards, but they’re momentarily distracted by whatever—whoever—it is that you can’t see, your view obscured by the sweat-drenched maroon mop on the back of Jungkook’s head.

A beat passes.

 “Tae.” Jungkook barks, exasperated. His body jiggles with the force of the shout, and you try to use it to your advantage to garner more movement but he remains still above you.

“Nobody in this fucking house ever knocks, what is the point of even having doors,” Jimin bitches under his breath. “Fuck, Tae, I thought you were Namjoon.”

“I’m not Namjoon.” You hear Tae’s distinctive, deep rumble reply, though he sounds distracted.

“Good for you. We’re busy, fuck off.”

“Is that the human girl?”

“None of your fucking business—“

“—Don’t tell anyone—“ Jimin tries to butt in, pleading.

“’Don’t tell anyone’, Jesus, I could hear you downstairs, could smell her through the vents—“

“Mind your own business Taehyung—“

“I was minding my own business, I had my fucking headphones in and I could still hear the three of you—“

“Get OUT, Taehyung—“

“—sounding like a fucking elephant orgy—“

“Tae!” Jimin shouts, commanding. Jungkook starts up again with a tsk, but Jimin quickly cuts him off. “Jungkook! Please! Come on, seriously. Who knows how long we have until they come home? We don’t have time for this.”

“Tell him to go away, Jimin.”

“I want in.” Taehyung interrupts.

“What?”

“I want in, you said I could fuck her mouth, I want in.”

Jimin sounds deceptively calm from above you, his voice like sugar and poison. “When did you say that?”

“Not important!” Jungkook shrieks, jerking upwards, hand thumping into the sheets by your side. He inadvertently thrusts into you hard with the motion and has to choke off a rough growl as you clench around him, hips jerking to meet him eagerly. You accidentally lock eyes with Taehyung when he moves out of the way. He stares wide-eyed at you as you moan, low. “Fuck, that is not important right now. She’s—my fucking present—“

“That’s right. She is.” Tae responds levelly, too levelly. He doesn’t blink. Jungkook’s hands fist into the bedsheets on either side of you, his endurance faltering at the feel of you pulsing around his cock so greedily. He pants, hums deep in his chest, smoothly fucking into you, slowly, as he’s if trying very hard not to. “She is your present. And you decide what happens to her.”

The next thrust lifts your ass back onto him and you squeal, still caught in Taehyung’s hypnotizing, half-lidded gaze as his expression drops into that sultry mask you know too well.

“And you said that I could fuck her mouth.”

“I said I would think about it.”

“I think she should get a vote.”

“We aren’t voting—“

“What do you think, hmm?”

“Don’t answer him.”

“Answer me.”

You’re already babbling, Jungkook’s steadily losing battle with keeping his pelvis in check encouraging the words that bubble up from your throat instantly, summoned forth by the powerful haze dancing through Taehyung’s velvet tone. Your mouth hanging open, breasts again beginning to jerk with each thrust, eyes threatening to roll back, you spit like someone possessed, speaking in tongues.

“Yes,” you hiccup, as if you can’t get it past your lips fast enough, “Yes, yes, I want to taste his cock, I want to taste him, feel him in my mouth, please, Jungkook, please, I want it so bad, I do want him to fuck my mouth, please let him fuck my mouth, please, Jungkook.”

The side of Taehyung’s mouth flicks upwards at your confession, his eyes blinking slow.

“See?” His tongue flits out before he raises his eyebrows pointedly.

Jimin’s hand covering yours squeezes your fingers around his member, convincing it upwards, and stroking down once more as he begins to speak, thoughtfully.

“He could help,” he points out, distant. He rolls forward, flexing into your palm with a soft exhale. “He could help, and we could all keep an eye on each other. It would be—hm—it would be easier than just me trying to keep you from going too far.”

“I’ll tell Jin if you don’t let me in,” Tae adds.

“Fine! Fuck, fine. You’re such a dick.”

Jungkook leans over, pulling your attention back to him. He plants a sloppy trail of kisses over your collarbone and neck, sucking a path up to your lips. When he cranes away, you separate with a slick pop and he huffs.

“Help me move her,” he mutters. He peels himself up off of you, wincing when he slips out of you. You grab for him, trying to get him back inside your warmth, but he collects your wrists with one wide hand. You arch, whining. Another set of hands curl underneath your arms to haul you back, and you scoot with the motion obediently until you can lay your head back over the edge of the bed. Jungkook relinquishes your wrists and they fall limply to your sides.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You hear him complain sharply.

“It’s my turn to fuck her pussy,” Jimin growls back, and you hear shifting by your legs, the violent tugging on your thighs to face a direction so you can more comfortably hang over the edge. “You’ve had long enough.”

“Some fucking birthday present.”

“I’m not having a hand job for my last meal while you hog her cunt.”

“You’ll last longer if you’re not always inside her, anyways. Right?” Taehyung moves into your field of view. He’s already rid himself of his clothes, his long, thick cock straining into the air just by your face. When you feel his hand caress through your hairline, circling your throat, you hum your approval, already twisting to convince him into your mouth. He giggles, once, fingers drifting to purse your lips while his other hand curls around his base and guide it through your jaw—hot, heavy, feverish against your tongue.

“Good girl,” he praises deeply, “God, so good. Relax. You’re okay.”

You are okay. The deeper he goes into your throat, the better it feels, sliding downwards, your nose pressing into where his testicles hang. His grip returns to your neck and you shudder, whimpering, when he squeezes ever-so-slightly, as if only to feel for the lump he makes inside your throat. Meanwhile, hands are petting your legs, slipping across your thighs, flicking occasionally at your clit, opening your folds, rubbing. Finally, there is another prickhead warming your entrance, teasing upwards before sinking back down and pressing inside of your cunt. Jimin isn’t quite as long as Jungkook, but he’s thicker, and the way he stretches you around him has you bucking, waves of pleasure cascading underneath your skin, making you dizzy. Your vision spins when he thrusts, testing, and lets loose a thick growl.

A hand takes your wrist and leads it impatiently to another dick, sticky and slick with your essence. Jungkook groans as you clamp down on him, jerking him vigorously.

The cock down your throat twitches, and Tae’s hips rock lightly, almost teasing, eliciting loud sounds of suckling interrupted, filling your ears. Jimin begins a rough pace inside of your cunt, alternating deep, powerful thrusts with long, slow glides, and the juxtaposition makes you quiver around him, legs shaking where he’s pressed you into the bed. It’s so good, it’s so good, so slick, cocks inside of you and against you and fucking into you with perfect synchronicity, tears build up in the corners of your eyes, joining the slobber as it dribbles down your cheeks, pleasure building in your gut fit to burst; close, so close. Above you, the heavy breaths from Tae, soft gasps from Jimin, grunts from Jungkook, the pathetic whimpering of your own, muffled voice, the sopping sounds as you’re used so thoroughly.

 “F-Fuck, I’m—I’m gonna—“ Jungkook whines, tsking through his teeth as he humps into your palm, his hand forcing yours tight around his cock. A tongue slithers over a peak of your breast, gathering your nipple in a wet, sloppy kiss before relinquishing with a ‘plop’, swollen lips humming against your skin.

“Go-go ahead, Kookie,” Jimin stammers, tenderly. “Go ahead, I’ve got you.”

Taehyung’s grip on your throat curls tighter, depriving your lungs of precious air as he begins to fuck steadily into your mouth, but you’re good, you’re okay, you’re so wet and so good, allowing for the slide of his dick through your throat. Your eyesight shimmers and bursts with every twitch of pleasure, humping along with Jimin’s strong, insistent hips, feeling entirely full and perfect and almost, almost there.

The mouth reappears on your tit, mouthing wantonly, dirtily, and you arch for more of it. It travels inwards, placing a brief kiss to the valley between your breasts before harshly suckling at the pulpy flesh of the opposite slope. A thumb presses to your clit, circling with every motion of Jimin’s girth parting your cunt smoothly and the simultaneous fondling, kissing, grunting quiet approval, has the room whirling around you. It builds inside you even further, rushing up through your toes, dashing over your body like an unstoppable tidal wave, every limb tingling in anticipation, back bowing off the bed, muffled moans drawn from your chest with every movement.

“Cum for us,” Tae grunts, so quiet you almost don’t hear him.

The sensation of teeth piercing your skin floods your entire frame with only a second of pain, but is quickly overwhelmed by pleasure so strong that you seize, neck craning, hips humping, legs going into spasm. Your vision goes white and you’re screaming as you finally cum, your entire body shaking, lifted off the bed with the force of it, even as three pairs of hands pin you down. Someone above you curses, grunts, and through the crashing force of your orgasm, you feel warmth painting your insides, the cock between your thighs pulsing against the clenching of your pussy, the digits rubbing your clit faltering, clawing, as your pelvis bounces unforgivingly, bruising, bringing with it surge after surge of gratification. The member in your mouth throbs and suddenly there are ropes of hot semen painting the inside of your throat, even as he ruts fiercely, forcing it deeper, clutching your throat around himself, snarling like an animal. Between your fingers, you feel the swelling of cock, the way it leaks and finally spurts wet heat up your wrist and arm.

The lips at your breast take that first pull of your blood, the first decadent sip and your back almost snaps in half. Your vision whites out with a flash and you’re screaming again, hoarse, briefly aloud as Tae slips out of you but clamps a hand over your mouth, unable to stop the flood of cum that falls from your open jaw and oozes lewdly from the corners. He says something but you can’t understand, you’re thrashing and writhing in their grasp, focused so entirely on the feel of Jungkook’s gentle kiss, the sensation of being fed from, like everything in your veins is his to take, like everything you’re made of belongs to him, belongs to the way he suckles at your sweet life force.

You’re sweating, panting, shivering, mindless, caught in this timeless space between the caress of his tongue and the world you’ve left behind. Voices, hummed and muttered. Hands, brushing hair back from your forehead, travelling to your lips, gripping your hip, dancing up your torso, clutching your legs. The lips, teeth, leave your breasts with a break of suction that you feel more than hear, spurring another twitch from your exhausted, heavy body at the brief thrill that hurts.

But quickly, they’re replaced. Another pair of lips, plump, frenzied, insistent, drawing from you like a prize won. Your breast aches, but it’s immaculate, it’s right and what little strength you can summon from your limbs propels one arm upwards. It’s made of stone, of marble, too heavy, too hard, and even as your sight begins to clear into blurred shapes and smeared colors, you have trouble maneuvering it around the two pairs of everything you see. Initially, another hand bats it away from your intended trajectory, the one relinquishing your mouth to allow your whines and moans full volume, and it pushes your arm to the side. But even as you waver, you’re finally allowed to make contact with the head of hair pressed to your chest. Strands of hair, some slick with sweat, decorating the warmth of the head above you. You weave your fingers into it and tug it closer, curling towards the puff of amused air that answers, the gentle hum before the second mouth also disengages. He leans away from you but takes your hand with him, long fingers disentangling yours from his hair to clasp around them instead. He holds you against his warm palm, presses an affectionate kiss to the back of your hand. You don’t have long to be disappointed at the interruption.

With the other moving out of the way, the light from above flashes in your eyes and even though it’s too bright, too much, it gives you the brief glimpse of the sweet, hungry smile of the next face to drift to your breast. You slip your free hand into his shining, blonde hair as he kisses you, too, brushes his tongue against your skin to collect the beads of ruby essence gathering there, spikes of pain coiling into deep pleasure to make you gasp when he begins to suck, plump lips stroking the flesh. He doesn’t stay with you as long as the others, but he remembers to press a modest, lingering kiss to the wound that makes your heart flutter before he cranes up and out of your fading vision.

Your afterglow sinks into your limbs, makes you limp, tired, but sated and warm. The bed rises to claim you, swallowing you whole, as the painting above spirals and winds about itself. The flashes of gold, the glimmering of so many details, are beautiful, distracting, and there are palms against your cheek now, voices buzzing in your ears that you can’t decipher. They brush more hair from your face, and as you dully watch the painting drift off of the ceiling to reach for you, intertwine tendrils of painted sunlight with your arms and legs, you feel yourself being moved, from one cloud to another, your head now supported by a cushion. You’re grateful for that. Makes it easier to watch the ceiling dissolve into gold dust, turning into a shower that feels cool against your face. You can almost taste it, like a breath of fresh air. It makes you feel at peace.

More voices, getting louder, faster. Tapping, prodding, all over, but it’s no longer your body that they’re touching. You’re in the ceiling, being dissolved with the painting.

The curtains surrounding the world draw closed, and your vision shuts out.

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#bts smut #bts vampire au #bts x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #moth to flame #ive never written that many dicks into a smut scene but now i feel Confident and Bold so #hang onto ur hineys is what im saying lmao

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Hey y’all, it is I, your clown, here again with ANOTHER long ass message, THIS ISN’T NECESSARILY A RANT but I was too lazy to make a new picture👀

Anyway, the fandom has been SHOOK since we saw that “Nanny Affair” promo and I have to say that it doesn’t make me particularly happy but here’s the tea baby: We know how it is, a new day, a new choose your story app comes out, so I’m gonna talk particularly about two of them

I downloaded Tabou out of curiosity a couple of days ago and it’s just... trashy as fuck? You always play as a woman and 99.9% of the LIs are men, the lack of diversity and inclusivity SUCKS, the stories make zero fucking sense, way too many diamond options (very witness of them), however, the diamond options at least when it comes to outfits, go from 5 to 30 diamonds, which i think it’s pretty cool bc you get to choose according to your budget, also there’s the option to get free diamonds watching adds, you get diamonds by completing “daily tasks” and you can speed the key waiting process watching adds which is a really cool thing that we don’t have in choices, the sexual context is REALLY explicit (50 shades of grey who?) and you don’t necessarily have to buy the diamond option to read said content, I’ll let you be the judge here, but y’all can tell me, would you be ok with little kids reading about fingering wet pussies, hard dicks and buttplugs? Because yes, that’s some of the content that you get without paying the diamond options👀🤷🏻‍♀️

I’ve played chapters as well but to be honest it’s been AGES since I reached out for that app why? BECAUSE IT FUCKING SUCKS🤷🏻‍♀️

It was just too fucking much, the plot is idiotic af and the diamond options are ridiculous (again, very witness of them) the sexual content it’s not as explicit as Tabou, but still it’s more heated than choices, you can also get rewards watching adds, completing tasks, it’s very, very similar to tabou, just with some more customization.

I’ve played all 3 of them and let me tell you that Choices it’s WAY BETTER BY FAR, better graphics, better plots, I agree that there’s a lot of things to improve but compared to the other two? Girl, there’s not even a comparison, choices remains superior and the best part is that not every story revolves around sex, which it’s the base of most, if not all, of the Tabou and Chapters stories, not everything has to be about sex fam, and that’s coming from me, I’m no puritan and I enjoy sex as much as any other person but like, fuck, it’s just an exaggeration . I’m not particularly excited or happy about this nanny thingy but hey, if it does suck as most of us expect, we can always mine it to spend diamonds in another stories, gotta keep a positive mind here folks😏😂

I’m glad that PB is “expanding their horizons” and reaching to a different audience, that’s cool, but I really really hope that they don’t turn choices in another chapters/tabou bc that would REALLY FUCKING SUCK...

#playchoices #choices stories you play #tabou stories #chapters stories #heres the tea my darling #you be the judge

[chadknowsall-blog]

here’s a list of groups/band i listen to that i listed on some instagram post, you should check them out. ;,)

gorillaz, blur, oasis, mötley fuckin’ crüe, bullet for my valentine, saliva, korn, nirvana, bring me the horizon, black veil brides, sleeping with sirens, pierce the veil, radiohead, the cranberries, slipknot, sum 41, the clash, jimi hendrix, the who, the beatles, the beach boys, david bowie, deftones, queen, linkin park, blink-182, green day, limpbizkit, staind, dashboard confessional, the all-american rejects, motion city soundtrack, the used, Lincoln, the starting line, taking back sunday, from first to last, avion roe, box car racer, brand new, hawthrone heights, head automatica, coheed and cambria, the gits, the coathangers, x-ray spex, the soviettes, lunachicks, pussy riot, bangs, estrons, dream wife, the struts, palaye royale, yung blud, IDLES, the big moon, starcrawler, bratmobile, bikini kill, bob dylan, don mclean, TRUSTcompany, tripping daisy, a lot of early 2000s 80s 60s 90s 70s shit, occasionally blues, harvey danger, joji, pink guy, the replacements, the kinks, rage against the machine, system of a down, temple of the dog, red hot chili peppers, cake, meat puppets, remy zero, rob zombie, alice in the chains, soil, chris cornell, the rolling stones, pink floyd, the union underground, dry kill logic, the killers, metallica, black sabbath, godsmack, fountains of wayne, weezer, papa roach, never shout never, the 1975, silverstein, armor for sleep, jimmy eat world, modest mouse, paramore, nine inch nails, woe is me, third eye blind, girls like boys, the calling, lifehouse, avril lavigne, kelley clarkson, the fray, plain white t’s, lit, snow white’s poison bite, look man there’s a lotta shit i can’t list but yeah, love me some music, recommend you listen to all these artist if haven’t yet.

#my music taste varies #so like #there’s a lotta shit that goes on inside my brain #david bowie #mötley crüe #guns n roses #rock n roll #music #punk #pop punk #punk rock #emo #emocore #metal #metal head #grunge #bisexual #lesbian #lgbtq #etc #idk #i forgot my own hashtags lmao #horndogvirgin

[sapphic-schizo]

My favorite part of horizon zero dawn is skyriming it just to prove that the banuk are fucking pussies lmao

[chiripepe]

No I don't have Death Stranding but I have the fattest pussy in America right now because I decided to finally try out Horizon Zero Dawn and it's what? Freaking great, and beautiful.

You whores enjoy that game, I’m glad you’re all playing itt... and Kojima is blowing your minds, your brain holes are gaping and you can’t feel your leg, that’s great and I’m happy for you all for real for real, but I’m BROKE.

I’ll play it when I get some bread and that’s fine.

#that's okay #LOL #no seriously this game is great and there's no pressure to get the game when everyone else gets the game #that's capitalism tryna FUCK ME

[captain-prescott]

Horizon Zero Dawn load screen: "The game difficulty affects the combat and let's you foccus on the narrative."

Me: ArE yOU CaLInG ME a pUSsy ?!

#lica.txt #hzd #horizon zero dawn

[ilovenigelslater]

horizon zero dawn also slaying my pussy

[theycallmebecca]

18+ Drabble: His Devilish Fingers

Just realized I never reposted this “drabble” that I wrote last week!! It’s too long to be considered a drabble... but I didn’t edit it to the point I usually do for something posted on @beccaheartschrisevans so I’m still posting it here.

to quote the original post: it’s 1,200 words of filth!

Title: His Devilish Fingers

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: graphic sex

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

Chris’s long fingers work the muscles in your back as you lay face down on the bed. You suck in a breath as his digits find a knot just below your shoulder blade and start to work on it.

Your non-college educated boyfriend has a habit of getting lost in the learning sections of bookstores and libraries as he wants to broaden his horizons. You’ve lovingly teased him a time or two on his book choices, but the man can learn anything from a book. Including how to give you the best massage you’ve ever had.

As his hands reach your hips and being to work the muscles there, you realize that he plans on making this a full body massage. Your mind is suddenly inundated with images of him taking you from behind after he has helped you relax.

Those long, naughty fingers of his finally reach your bum and can sense his hesitation behind you. He is a self proclaimed “butt guy” and he likes your’s a lot. You can’t see his face, but you are certain he is trying to think of anything and everything to keep himself from getting too hard.

He clears his throat and then begins rubbing his hands all over your bum. You’re taken aback by how much tension you’ve got in your bum muscles as he works. You hum softly as your core heats up with every inch he gets closer to the apex of your thighs.

But to your utter disappointment, he moves from your bum straight to your thighs and is deliberately avoiding the area you really want him to massage for you. You wiggle a bit as his hands work your inner thigh, but he resists your offer and continues down your legs.

You snort in laughter when his hands finally arrive at your feet and you squeal when he tickles them with the tips of his fingers. Your delight turns into a low moan as he stops messing around and uses his thumbs to work out the knots in your feet from all the time you spend on them or wearing heels.

As he finishes with your feet, you feel him get off the bed. His voice is quite husky when he tells you to roll over.

You push yourself up onto your hands and knees, purposely giving him a look at the paradise waiting for him between your legs and hoping he’ll give you what you really want. But he doesn’t move and when you turn around, you see he isn’t even in the room anymore.

With a pout, you dramatically fall back against the pillows of the bed and rest your head on one. Desire pools in your pussy and you can smell your own musky scent lingering in the air.

He finally returns and reveals that all he is wearing is a pair of his favorite Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Your eyes zero in on his hard cock that is straining against the fabric as he gets onto the bed to continue the massage.

Those pesky fingers start at your legs and slowly work themselves up to your thighs, but once again, the damn man avoids where you really want him to put those fingers. You mutter a curse or two under your breath and he snickers. The bastard.

He continues to work his way up your body, working the tension out of your hips all the while adding to the tension in your loins.

His massage techniques as he reaches your abdomen are almost loving as he works the part of your body that he knows you are most self-conscious about. You aren’t as skinny as some of his former girlfriends, but he has never been anything but positive about your body and how you fit perfectly against him.

Instead of continuing up your body to your breasts that are obviously begging for his attention (seriously, though, you’re pretty sure your nipples have never been this erect without having been touched before), the bastard begins to massage your left arm and then your right. It seems like another hour before he makes it to your collarbone and your neck.

Your eyes meet his as he leans back. He does that stupid smirk thing he likes to do when teasing you (or his fans). His eyes leave yours and you feel the heat of his gaze as it travels down your body to your breasts.

A whimper escapes your lips as he hands finally touch your chest. His touch is partly what you are used to and partly new stuff. You suspect he did some online learning about massage as well. He seems intrigued by how stiff your nipples have become from his efforts and your eyes roll back into your head as his mouth finally joins the party already in progress.

His tongue is like velvet as it circles your almost painfully hard nipple and the soft skin around it. You move your arm up and rest your hand against the back of his head as he suckles your breast, shooting even more desire to your heated core.

After giving your other nipple the same loving attention, he finally makes his way south to the apex of your thighs. This time, as he massages your inner thighs, he gets closer and closer to your center and then deliberately presses his thumb against your clit.

A scream rips from your mouth as you climax from the buildup of it all. You are acutely aware of his mouth on your pussy as your ride through your orgasm, his tongue lapping up your juices.

When you finally manage to open your eyes, he is grinning at you and is obviously impressed by the way he’d made you come completely undone. You flip him off and his grin only gets wider.

Your eyes follow his hand as it moves down his body to his tented boxer briefs. As you watch, he pushes them down and, after a bit of unsexy jostling on his part, removes them, tossing them onto the floor.

Before he can settle himself above you, you scramble to your knees and push him onto his back. Your turn your back towards him and straddle him. Your hand finds his large cock and you align it with your pussy before sliding down onto it.

Your moans mingle as you fully seat yourself above him and then lean forward, using his thighs to support yourself as you begin to move. His hands find your bum and he holds onto you as you ride him.

Up. Down. Side to side. You gyrate your hips as you move. His every noise is added encouragement as you guide both of your bodies to their impending releases.

His orgasm hits first and is powerful as he grabs your hips and holds you in place as his cock spasms deep within your depths, filling your womb with his seed.

Those nimble fingers of his find your clit as he pants behind you after letting go of your hips. He teases your sensitive nub as you push your way towards a second climax.

It hits a minute or so later and your whole body convulses as you orgasm. He offers you a weak hand as you slide off of him and you collapse against his body, completely spent.

#chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfic #theycallmebecca #beccaheartschrisevans #chris evans x reader #becca writes 18+ drabbles

[frostywindmademoan]

I kind of like him

I kinda felt like writing so I wrote something. 

Based off of the idea that, since coming to Birmingham, Michael isn’t used to being snubbed by a girl.

One Friday night, after a particularly stressful week, Michael decided that he wasn’t in the mood to go to the Garrison. After seeing them everyday all day, Michael didn’t feel like drinking with Arthur, John, or Tommy. “Let’s go to one of them posh places on the other side of town! I hear a jazz club just opened that’s supposed to be proper class! That’s where everybody goes to dance, it’ll be a fun change of pace!” Isaiah suggested. “I don’t dance.” Michael flatly responded. “Fine then. I’ll dance and you can sulk. Grab your coat, it’s fuckin’ freezing outside.” Isaiah didn’t even give Michael the chance to object, so with that the two headed away from Small Heath and towards the more affluent side of town.

After Michael had a few drinks under his belt, he began to like the club he had been dragged to. The loud music filled his ears and completely drowned out the past week’s worth of business. “Lot more girls here than the Garrison, eh?” Isaiah grinned. “That there are.” Michael responded without looking at Isaiah. His focus was train on a group of 4 girls smiling and laughing to themselves as they held cocktails in their hands. All 4 were very well dressed and the group had caught quite a few men’s attention. The girls paid no mind to the men, however, and in the time Michael had been watching they had even flat out refused a couple of the braver men’s offer to dance. The girls seemed to pick and choose who they did eventually and sporadically dance with, making sure the men were nothing less than their ideal, but the girl would always return to the group. They never gave any man their attention for a very long period of time. Clearly, they were at the club for no one’s amusement but their own. They were confident, regal, and independent. A tantalizing mix for any man, Michael included. The one Michael found himself watching most frequently was the (Y/H/C)ed girl of the group. She wore a vibrant dress that complimented her eyes so well that Michael could see them sparkle from clear across the room, even though they never once landed on him. When with her friends her smile was wide, genuine, and dazzling. Whenever a man came close, however, her face would fall into a sideways slanted smirk that clearly made the men nervous. “Go on then, ask her to dance.” Isaiah had followed Michael’s gaze and worked out that he had clearly zeroed in on the (Y/H/C)ed girl. “I don’t dance.” Michael firmly stated before bringing his tumbler of whiskey to his lips. “Don’t be a pussy, at least ask if you can buy her a drink. You’re a Shelby for fuck’s sake!” Isaiah exclaimed. Michael had grown into the habit of dropping the name Gray in favor of the more powerful Shelby name. Michael felt encouraged by his friend’s words and decided to go for it. “Atta boy!” Isaiah beamed.

“Evening ladies.” Michael walked up to the group. The girl Michael was after had had her back to him as she faced in towards her friends, but she now turned to see who had the audacity to speak up. “What’re you drinking sweetheart?” Michael decided the best approach to such a pack of lionesses would be to match their confidence. “Gin.” The (Y/H/C) girl responded, without a moments hesitation. “Just gin?” Michael asked. “I’ll maybe take a splash of tonic water in it if I’m trying to be lady like.” She smirked. “Are you feeling lady like tonight?” Michael matched her smirk with one of his own. “Absolutely not.” She rudely turned her back to Michael so that she could face her friends, effectively shutting him out. Michael was a bit stunned. He hadn’t been denied much of anything since coming to Birmingham. The change in how he was unable to do and get as he pleased exhilarated him. Michael liked having the chance to break away from the Shelby Ltd. mold. “So can I get you a gin then?” He tried to regain his composure and act as if he wasn’t at all bothered with the way that she had snubbed him. “I can get my own drink, thanks.” She walked off towards the bar, leaving Michael, her friends, and the entire situation behind her. “You fucked up by walking over here like you’re the fucking King or something.” One of the other girls laughed at him. Michael stormed off towards the bar to follow the (Y/H/C) girl, as the sound of her friends laughing behind his back filled his ears, even louder than the music. Being the bud of a joke made Michael lose his feeling of exhilaration. Now he was simply annoyed.

He walked up to the bar and leaned his back against it next to where the girl was ordering her drink. “What’s your story then?” Michael asked her. What he really wanted to say was, ‘What’s your problem?’ She turned to the side to look him dead in the eyes. “If you want a story you should’ve gone to the pictures.” She turned back to face the bar, snapping those beautiful eyes away from him. “You’re a cheeky one.” Michael smiled. “And you’re a persistent one.” She replied. “I’m not used to being denied.” He admitted. “Well, I’m glad that I could help you expand your horizons then.” She took her drink and headed back to her friends. Michael quickly ran to stand in her way, stopping her retreat. “Who the hell do you think you are?” She got up into his face as much as her shorter stature would let her. “Do you not know who I am?” Michael responded with a bit of wounded confidence. His whole attack strategy had been built off of who he was and who he’s related to. “No, should I? Sweetheart?” She twisted around the little pet name that he had been calling her. “I’m Michael Shelby.” He built his confidence back up and told her with pride.  “Ah, a Shelby, I see why you feel so entitled then. Too bad I’m not just one of your fancy automobiles you can take around for a spin.” She responded with venom before stepping around him and successfully returning to her friends. Michael was dumb stuck. He stood there for a moment with his mouth open before snapping out of it. He returned to Isaiah who had been watching the whole ordeal. “That was brutal mate.” Isaiah cringed. Across the room, back with her friends, (Y/N) smiled and said, “I kind of like him.”

I ended up writing a part 2 so just go on right a head and click here to go to it if you wanna

#Michael Gray #michael shelby #Michael gray imagine #Michael shelby imagine #michael gray shelby #michael gray shelby imagine #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagine

[faierieprince]

dontgetdead

What are the things you liked most about Dragon Age, and what games are you contemplating?

dragon age 2 is my favorite game ever, with inquisition as a close second, i just love them so much

i mean i really love the story first and foremost. i really enjoy individual, story driven games like that. story is so important to me, like way more important than like open world stuff. i like having main stories that are well developed, but also all the interesting side quests (though they get annoying and overwhelming sometimes) and character quests. i love all the lore and extra story elements that are involved and everything. the characters are great and well developed and i love it. i really enjoy the complex choices you have to make and how they impact the story. thats what i really love about inquisition, all the dialogue options and decisions you have to make as inquisitor. like picking the right war table choice and deciding how to discipline people.

i also like the gameplay, like i enjoy having a party and different class options and stuff. i like playing a mage a lot. i like not having to specifically target an enemy (auto targeting makes my life sooo much easier lol im really bad at targeting). i also like having abilities and stuff, it makes gameplay more interesting and strategic. 

ive been looking at mass effect andromeda, and games like horizon zero dawn (which seems cool but like i might not like it) and fallout 4 (biggest problem being its a shooter, im not a huge fan of shooters where i have to target).... its hard because im less of a fan of horror games (like i loved watching until dawn but i dont think i could play it) because im a pussy which is why i get worried about games like the last of us. i also dont really like shooter games lol like ive just never been a fan. one of my friends plays final fantasy xv, but i know nothing about it and never played any earlier ones and dont know if its something that would interest me.

i dont know a lot of the ps4 games bc ive never been interested in a ps4 until recently. but now that ill have one like... tomorrow, i need to figure shit out.

#rox rambles #sorry this is a lot but yeah #dontgetdead

[average-jamie]

tagged by @rabid-raygun thank you!!! :)))

~ O N E ~

Name: Jamie

Nickname: James or Jimbo (by my dad)

Zodiac sign: pisces

Height: 168 cm @rabid-raygun we are exactly the same height!

Orientation: bi

Ethnicity: white

Favorite fruit: peach, nectarine (is it called that in english?)

Favorite season: spring (But when it starts to get a little warmer)

Favorite book: Oh god I don’t really like reading that much,,,,, but I think ‘A Clockwork Orange’?

Favorite scent: Flowers? I like the scent of forests and parks

Favorite animal: FROGS

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa?: tea

Average hours of sleep: like, 6? maybe

Cats or dogs: dogs

Favorite fictional character: Krem (and like half of the dragon age universe lmao), Connor Kenway, Polnareff, Link

Dream trip: Hhhmmmm, I wanna go to a skijumping match in Norway or something, Japan seems cool but idk, and of course I wanna visit @gunpowder-and-chevrolets in the states!!

When was your blog created: Shit man I think that was back in 2012 or something, I’ve been here for way too long. Remember ‘peasants’?

What do you post about: Videogames, random shit, frogs

Do you get asks on a regular basis: nah

Aesthetic: punk (Yeah same), neon lights, ‘’’’’’’’Art hoe’’’’’’’, and hipster probably I’m sorry

Favorite band/artist?: Jesus christ uhhhh Hozier? I miss him so much, Jett Rebel, I also really like Bastille

Fictional character I’d date: Cremisius Aclassi aka Krem De La Krem

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

~ T W O ~

Countries I’ve lived in: The Netherlands

Favorite fandom: Fandom, or thing I’m a fan of? Cause I’m so tired of fandoms but I really like Dragon Age

Languages you speak: Dutch, English, German

Favorite film of 2016: I already don’t remember 2016 help me

Last article you read: It was something about Horizon: Zero Down

Shuffle your music library and put your first three songs here:

Bastille - Of The Night

Caravan Palace - Lone Digger

Blue Stahli - The Devil

Last thing you bought online?: Legend of Zelda and Horizon: Zero Dawn artbooks !!!! A+

How would your friends describe you?: Pretty goofy probably

How would your enemies describe you?: Idk who would be an enemy of mine but probably obnoxious and annoying?

Who would you take a bullet for?: My family, my friends (and I would love to say a random stranger but tbh I’m pussy)

Tagging @gunpowder-and-chevrolets @princess-diaxa @goeatsomesushi @dinosaurflower @optimistic-jamie @dreampigeon @jopilatje @frankudraws (Of course only if you want to!!)

#tagged game #ask game #I talk