#not a full sex scene bc i wanted to play around a bit

[leighsartworks216]

Just A Trim

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

I had this idea like this morning or last night, I don't remember. And then I was not physically/mentally able to write until the sudden Need To Write hit me and I cranked this out

When writing this, I noticed I kept making references to Tav being shorter, but bc I want this to be enjoyed by everyone, I took them out. Pls let me know if I missed any instances of it tho

Ending loosely inspired by this scene from Big Fish

Warnings: scissors, brief references to low self-worth, anxiety, pure fluff

Word Count: 1,287

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Astarion didn’t trust his hair with just anybody. Pulling on it during sex? Okay. Playing with it while cuddling? It takes him a bit to actually trust someone enough to enjoy it. Washing it? Absolutely off the table. Cutting it? Out of question, and he’d probably insult you for asking.

So when he came to you, frowning and grumbling, and struggled through grit teeth to ask if you would please help him cut his hair? That meant something.

You tried not to let your glee show as you dropped whatever you were working on and followed him into your shared bathroom. He plopped onto the edge of the tub like a pouting child who’d just got a good telling-to after misbehaving. He held the scissors up for you to take.

“If you cut my ears, darling, I’m going to make you regret the day you were ever born.” He glares over his shoulder as you step into the tub behind him, rolling up your sleeves and taking the scissors. “And don’t you dare do anything funny. All I need is a simple trim. I assume you’re capable enough to manage that?”

You smiled as he growled at you like an annoying customer. You lean down and gently kiss his cheek. “I promise I’ll only take a little bit off.”

There’s an unspoken conflict on his face. He’s not sure he actually wants you to go through with this… But he’s sort of out of options. Any salons nearby closed before the sun went down, and he definitely did not trust any of your past traveling companions to do the job. No. He’d just have to trust you. He sighs and faces forward. “Just… be careful.”

“I will, my love.”

It had been difficult to notice during the course of your adventure together, but his hair did grow. Not as fast as yours, but curls that delicately curled around the edges of his ears now almost completely covered them, like strangling vines. You’d heard him cuss too many times when a strand got caught in his earrings and tugged when he went to brush the hair from his face. The curl that lay persistently over his forehead now brushed his upper eyelid. Very frequently, he would huff and fight to push it back, with nothing to show for it.

With gentle, smooth motions, you combed your fingers through his hair. Your nails lightly scratched at his scalp, running from his hairline to the nape of his neck, and carefully untangling any knots all the while. You heard his quiet sigh, and saw his shoulders begin to relax. You pressed a kiss to his head.

Assessing his full head of hair, you figured out where to begin. You separated out a section, trying to determine how long it used to be, so you knew how short to cut it now. He tensed again.

“I’m going to start cutting it now, okay?” He hummed, short and anxious. You pressed a hand to his shoulder. “Relax, dear. I’ve got you.”

“It’s difficult to when you have the means to turn me into a glorified clown.”

“But I won’t.”

He sighed. “I know.”

You wait for him to relax again, and he nods slightly. You take the scissors to the first section of hair. With a shink, a small clump of hair falls into the tub. The sound certainly doesn’t fill him with confidence, but he trusts you won’t mess it up too bad…

You begin talking about your friends, about the letters they’ve sent lately keeping you updated with their lives. Apparently, Gale sent some interesting information regarding potential cures for his vampirism - though most of it was only on temporary remedies. “In good time,” you’d assured him when he groaned. Stepping into the sun again would be nice, but an end to his sanguine hunger would be better.

It takes a while to cut all his hair, especially with how meticulous you’re being. You give special attention to the hair around his ears, making sure not to nick him. You step out of the tub and in front of him while you cut the stubborn curl there, where you catch it before it can fall into his lap, and deposit it in the basin. He can’t help watching you then. You have such determination and focus on the task at hand. Only once the curl is trimmed do you actually see him staring, and you smile and peck his lips. He rather enjoyed that.

As you go through each section, you consistently run your fingers through his hair. It’s the most relaxing bit, and he’s certainly glad he asked you for this. He would die before Gale ever got his grubby mitts anywhere near his hair.

By the time you finish, his eyes are closed. He listens to your chatter, to the random tunes you hum, to the way you hold your breath as you make a cut. It’s rather peaceful, despite the underlying nervousness to it all. He can’t see himself. All he can hope is you make him look nice.

You brush your fingers through his hair to knock loose any stray strands. It falls like snow by your feet. Satisfied with your work, you begin running water for a bath, kicking the hair down the drain before you plug it to fill the tub.

“Done, love?”

“Mhm!” You lean around to kiss his cheek again. “You can take a bath, wash all the hair off, and I can get you some fresh clothes.”

He grins. He stands and turns to face you, taking your hands in his and running his thumbs along your knuckles. He’s worried, anxious, but he tries not to let it show. “How do I look?” he asks with a careful bravado, tilting his head to the side, chin upturned, like a haughty nobleman.

You let go of his hand to cup his cheek. He automatically leans into it, mask slipping ever so slightly to reveal his worry. “You look beautiful. I think I did a rather fine job.”

“‘Rather fine?’ Oh, darling,” he lilts, “for your sake, I’d better look the spitting image of perfection.”

“You always do.” It’s earnest. A solid fact to oppose the teasing of his words.

He cannot prevent the true smile that tugs the corners of his mouth as he leans in to claim yours, tasting and nipping and teasing with soft sighs of content. You are much too good to him, but he doesn’t say that out loud, lest you lecture him and treat him to endless spoils until he believes it himself.

He reluctantly pulls away, but his lips continue to brush yours. “Bathe with me.”

You open your eyes to study his face. “Are you sure?”

“Undoubtedly.”

A mischievous spark glints in the corner of your eye as you grin wickedly. “Do I get to wash your hair?”

He chuckles. “Don’t push it.”

You hum. “Would you wash mine?”

“Whatever you want, my love.”

“I want… to turn off the tap before our bathroom floods.” You pull away and he has to laugh as you wade through the water to stop the steady stream. The warm water reaches just below your knees. You sigh, but the annoyance is dampened by your grin. “Look what you’ve done - distracting me like that. Now my pants are all wet.”

“All wet?” He makes a show of looking you up and down. “I don’t know, love. I see quite a few dry spots.”

Without warning, he steps into the large tub, still in his own clothes, and grabs you, pulling you down with him into the water. Your laughter fills the house. Astarion has never been more in love.

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[fairlyang]

Obsessed: Mía 🕷️

miguel making sure you remember who you belong to

w/c: 999

pairing: possessive!miguel x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. extreme jealousy, possessiveness, friends with benefits, slight degradation, "slut" usage, spanking, fingering

notes: yet another universe where you aren't even dating him yet and he's already acting crazy bc : mexican men 🤥 (also wanted the total wc to be an angels number :D)

part one — part two — part three

"Miguel por favor- I said I was sorry!" You whined and he groans.

"Me vale." He mutters as he grips on to your arm and pulls you in to his apartment. (I don't care)

"You think I'm playing games huh?" He growls into your ear and pushes you against the door.

He pushes himself against you, grinding himself against you making you let out a quiet moan. "Eres mía, don't forget it." He whispers and moves his hands down to your hips.

He makes you move your ass back and forth against his crotch and you only whimpered. "Miguel-"

"Párale." He warns and you close your mouth and just lay your cheek against his door. (Stop it)

You weren't exactly going out with Miguel, it was more of a friends with benefits thing. An occasional booty call. The first person your friends think of when you say you're going to a dick appointment.

And although he's the one that put up the boundaries of "no getting feelings" and "only sex" somehow you ended up here, with him saying you only belong to him after he caught you at a club dancing with a stranger.

He quickly snatched you up and brought you back to his place. Your mind was confused but you didn't have the balls to question him right that second.

Especially as one of his hands began spanking you. He bent you over and straightened himself before smacking your ass again at the same spot. You felt a slight burn and you wouldn't have flinched if it weren't or the fact that it was cold as shit and you were already shivering.

You were already on edge from how he nearly caused a fight, a fucking scene at your favorite club.

Last thing you needed was to be kicked out.

Or have him bitch about the "no feelings" rule after this. Because it already looked like someone failing and somehow it wasn't you.

Suddenly he pulls you back up and grabs your hand leading you towards his bedroom.

This was the first time he's ever acted like this and you'd been having this arrangement for six months.

What changed for him to act this way? Who knows but maybe after tonight you'll find out.

And why did you apologize?

To help yourself be in less shit than if you didn't. But either way it didn't help.

He closed the door to his bedroom then grabs you by the waist to lead you to his bed. He has you sit down before he sits down next to you and somehow in a blink of an eye maneuver, you were now laying against his lap.

You knew what was to come and sure enough his hands pulled your dress up and over your ass until your tiny thong was on full display for him.

"Dressed like a dirty slut and you weren't even planning on seeing me?" He spat and roughly spanked your left ass cheek.

You let out a whimper, unsure on if he expects you to answer or not. But what was the point on waiting around to see if anything changes? You were single and there were many fish in the sea....

But you can't tell him that.

"Answer me." He says and smacks your right cheek harder than the first.

You groan and hide your face with your hands trying to quickly think of an excuse or anything that won't make him even more furious.

Or jealous per say...

"No, no I wasn't." You answered truthfully making him groan and smack you even harder one cheek after the other.

"Shit!" You swore and bite your lip.

You could feel how warm your ass was getting and it was stinging a bit now too.

"What do you want me to say?" You ask and are met with silence.

Instead he moves your thong to the side so he can inspect your pussy.

Because he knows you too well, he already knows you were going to be drenched.

And sure enough you were.

When he moved your thong a string of your slick separated from it. He kept his mouth shut not wanting to encourage your behavior but couldn't help but be so turned on with how wet you got from his jealousy.

"Such a dirty fucking slut, look at you." He groans and glides two fingers against your slit.

You kept your mouth closed and tried to stay as still as you could.

He teased your hole with the tip of his middle finger before suddenly slamming three fingers inside you.

He didn't let you adjust and started immediately pounding his fingers into you. You cried out and squirmed on his lap, trying desperately to adjust but he didn't stop and only went harder with your movements.

"Oh fuck-!" You cried and reached back with your arms to try and stop him but with his other hand he held your arms behind your back.

"Stay fucking still." He hissed and you had no choice but to do so.

You let out moans and clenched around his fingers as his fingers were going at a relentless pace and it was finally starting to feel good.

Somehow he already brought your orgasm out, maybe the extra finger helped him out this time and the fact you weren't prepared but he still started fucking your poor pussy.

You legs started trembling and your arms were starting to hurt, and you could slightly feel Miguel's bulge against your stomach. You cried out for him but he didn't care.

"Dime, de quién perteneces?" He asks, you barely heard him because you were so focused on your breathing, trying to stay somewhat calm. (Tell me, who do you belong to?)

You let out whimpers and finally speak, "a ti, nomás a ti Miguel." (You, only to you)

"That's fucking right." He mutters before pulling his fingers away and letting you go.

He flips you over and lays you down, then leaves.

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[wetfungi]

coworker fantasy

I think it'd be super hot if a coworker and I were carpooling with one another and he decided to tell me how he recently started exploring his sexuality. He tells me that he's sharing this with me bc he feels some type of comfort with me, like he can trust me, which is true cause I'd never out anyone. He continues to tell me that he really wants to fuck a guy but it's hard to find someone who'd get with him bc he's so "new to the scene." We talk and talk and talk and he ends up pulling over and telling me that with all this talk about sexuality and men, that he asks if he can try making out with me. I feel flattered but we gotta get to work so I bring up how I'd be down but I don't wanna be late. He checks the time and he agrees but offers up only one minute of making out, tongue and all, just a full minute of swapping spit essentially. I agree to the one minute so he sets an alarm and we start making out. It's messy but short but he ends it with saying "oh yeah I definitely like men" and he starts driving again. We laugh the moment off but he continues talking about how he wants to explore more. He asks if he could pullover and just have one more minute of making out but this time a little more handsy. I'm kind of into it so I agree but tell him not to go near my "dick" bc he doesn't know I don't have one but I play it off as me not wanting to be too horny b4 work. He's fine with that and we start making out again, his hands messing up my hair, pulling me closer by the back of my neck, it's hot but a couple minutes pass before I realize he didnt set an alarm on his phone this time. I pull away and remind him and he continues driving. He says he was getting carried away and we continue the conversation about his sexuality. We're still talking about how he's a virgin when it comes to guys while he's pulling into a parking spot. He asks if the next time he gives me a ride if I'd be willing to get picked up 30 mins earlier bc he loves talking about this with me and I agree, not knowing that he had something else in mind.

The next day, we only talk the whole drive but arrive at work, well, 30 mins early. He drives to the back, unbuckles his belt and asks if we can make out again, I agree. But this time his hand starts to wander a bit more, he's like really reaching to grab my ass which is kind of awkward bc we're in the front seats with a big ass cupholder in the way so I throw out an offer to move to the backseat and he's down. Now in the back, he asks if I'd be down to sit on his lap facing him so he can "really get into it" and I agree bc why the fuck not. I'm now facing him, he's grabbing my ass while we're making out, but I notice he's starting to kind of move around a little, almost likes he's getting nervous now. I pull away and ask if he's alright and he admits that he's getting a boner. I tell him we can pause if he'd like but he just asks if I have one too. I just tell him no and explain that Ive learned to control it to last longer, bc I only share that I'm trans with those I'm actually gonna have sex with and I didn't see that happening with him. He says he understands but shyly asks if we could mutually masturbate even if I'm "not hard" I chuckle and barely notice that he's already palming at his pants. He notices that I notice and asks if I could just watch him then and I agree bc I think that's hot as hell. With me still in his lap, he zips down his pants and pulls out his cock. I'm basically just staring at it now bc I'm turned on and he thinks it's super hot that I'm so mesmerized by his dick. He's stroking it slow while I just watch in awe. He checks his phone and tells me that there's only five minutes left and that he doesn't know how he's gonna get his boner to go away. I don't say anything bc I'm just dumbfounded by his dick. He then just grabs my hand and puts it on his dick. I finally snap out of this trance and am now looking at him with shock. All he says is "there's only 4 minutes left, please jack me off so I don't have to walk around hard, please" and I just oblige because he's hot and said please. The time feels like it's moving slower than usual while I jack him off. The alarm is about to go off when he turns it off and asks if I'd be willing to swallow his load bc there's no where else to put it. I kind of fumble my words bc I wasn't expecting him to ask me that but he kind of maneuvers me off him so I'm now back sitting next to him while he says "please let me cum in you" my mouth immediately opens to that and I head towards his tip but before I can even put my mouth around his dick, he starts to blow his load. Once he's done, a little bit of cum on my face, he licks it off and says sorry but I say it's fine bc again, he's hot. He zips his pants up and checks the time and we're only about 3 minutes late. We get back into the front seat, he drives to the front, and we head to work like usual. Throughout the day though, I start to feel guilty not letting him know that I'm trans bc oral sex to me is sex.

After work, on the drive home, we talk about what happened and how we both loved it and he asks if he can return the favor. This is my chance. I tell him that I'm trans and apologize for not letting him know sooner and that I understand if he wants me to get an uber back. He looks at me and pulls over to the side of the road. I think "oh shit, he actually wants me to get an uber" but he just unbuckles his belt and grabs me by the back of the head to kiss me and then whispers in my ear "it's okay but here's how this is gonna work then, I'm going to pick you up for work 30 minutes early everyday, we're gonna fuck or youre gonna blow me or give me a hand job and I'll praise you like you're a guy but on the ride home, you're gonna be my bitch. I'm gonna treat you like a slutty girl and you're not gonna deny me because you don't want the world to find out your little secret, understood" I pull away in shock bc I don't even know what to say. He then says "YOU don't want YOUR coworkers to know that YOURE A GIRL, so YOU are going to agree to let ME do whatever I want with you because IM the MAN and YOU are not, got it bitch?"and after a second I agree bc I don't want anyone to know. He praises me for agreeing and cups my pussy. I flinch in discomfort but he doesn't care. For the rest of the ride home he makes me pull my tits out from under my binder and rubs my cunt while he drives. I cant help but start to squirm bc it honestly feels really good. We get to my house. After stopping the car, he spits on my face and says that he can't wait to see me tomorrow and I say it back bc now I'm scared of what he is actually willing to do.

This thing with him continues for months and actually never stops.

[one-of-tankhuns-neurons]

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN PIT BABE IS ABO

How did I walk into UNTAGGED ABO IRL this hAs to be a first for me.

I mean, I understand they might've not wanted to market it like that to start a drama, or mAybe I'm just plain stupid and this was public knowledge but anyway here are my thOughts

Imma quote my favorite BL of all time and say "It cOuld be Extraordinary" I mean, it really could.

I believe the first episode was just to set the scene for the show, but let's address specific points

I WANNA MAKE IT CLEAR THAT I DIDN'T READ THE SOURCE MATERIAL THANK YOU

1. The ABO

Let's get this out of the way we knOw it's a difficult topic, and my main concern with it was that they would adapt some random ass manga/manhwa just to establish a bullshit dominant vs submissive horny dynamic that ended up in a very polemic mpreg.

But I encountered either a 'hot omega' - 'dorky alpha dynamic' where both have issues with their second sex traits (specially pheromones) or an alpha-alpha relationship with the same issues, which could lead to a bUnch of social commentary using the ABO social hierarchy.

Apart from that, I believe using those resources for the first big ABO production might have been a good call to ease the general public into it and not dwelling on the full nesting-marking-knotting and whatnot. I mean, it probably might never reach the full power of the genre, but if it works it might crack the door open for this.

2. The story itself

I had this discussion with my best friend (who has recommended me most of the ABO I've read) and we came to the conclusion that this feels like watching something straight out of AO3 fanfiction where the characters are clearly already established (bc the characters come pre built as they're based on ActUaL people) so the point is just telling this story full of made up violence, mafia, infatuation, possessiveness and desire. I kind of love it??? I am obviously not judging it as an ordinary BL, but for what it presented on the first episode it really could be great. I love how we have been introduced to a character like Charlie that will not just be this helpless boy that gets thrown around, he has more agency than we thought.

3 Production and stuff

Oh I love cars and stuff that goes fAst and slicked back hair and blue vs red and ALL the cliches, and I feel like it's done well. We could hate on kinnporsche for many things but it rOse the standards for commercial production. It also has really good actors whose previous work I've seen and liked very much. I also really applaud them for taking this shit seriously, bc many people half ass their acting in strange situation and that shows professionalism.

4. the more I think about it the more I'm excited for the show, and that's bAd because I'm building expectations and that nOt good so here are some point that require attention.

The ABO. This will be an issue until the lAst second of the show, because the way that it is portrayed will be perceived as a direct representation of the whole genre, so they ought to be careful.

The ABO agAin.. what parts are they gonna portray and hOw, because the main couple is not the only one, so I want to know how they will present an (explicitly confirmed) omega and how it will play into the social hierarchy . They already introduced scent and pheromones, and they did it tastefully, so kudos on that.

The ABO.. I'm kidding.

The story, this story might play into some kind of toxic and violent stuff that is becoming a bit problematic for certain audiences, and as I say.. problematic shows and up in problematic situations, so how I want to see how it plays out. But the fact that Charlie is giving 'morally gray that could end up falling' vibes and that gives me hOpe.

The discourse it might start. Oh this world can be a hot mEss and people could start a whole ass battle as this genre that usually was counterculture territory is now brought into this context.

Shit I'm way to nervous about this show... PLEASE IF YOU KNOW MORE let me know, I want to discuss and have a better opinion on it. If you need to call me an idiot in the process I'll take it.

#bl drama #pit babe the series #boys love #omegaverse #ABO BL #pitbabe #thai bl

[koorminii]

— inhale, (exhale) | hjs (m)

tired of hearing your whining day after day, early-morning Saturday chores become Jisung’s new norm. however, when reprieve comes in the form of one ridiculously lacy pair of panties and things get risqué, Jisung finds himself enjoying his chores more than ever, and when you find out what exactly he’s doing every Saturday morning do you accept it? or rather— what are you gonna do about it?

❥ pairing: han jisung x afab!reader ❥ genre: pwp (minimal), smut & fluff ❥ rating: 18+ ❥ word count: 8.6k (oops) ❥ warnings: there’s literally 4 smut scenes. kinda domestic, perv!hanji!! the word warm x100, panty sniffing, f &m!masturbation, oral sex, penetrative sex, sexual guilt, exhibitionism, or voyeurism…, kinda soft, fingering, blowjob, face fucking, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, barely any d/s dynamics but attempted sub!ji, dom!reader, teasing, overstimulation, i got carried away this was supposed to be porn with barely any plot yet i managed to sneak some angst, fluff, very fluffy and bit sappy at points, quite literally don’t know what i was trying to do…, tried to give this a plot bc i wanted a longer word count and i succeeded, breast play, i think that’s it! lmk if i’m missing anything <3

❥ a/n: hi my loves, this monstrosity is for my little delulu happy bday ari <3 it’s my first time writing sub-ish!idol so… don’t expect too much 😭 and i’m sorry this is way longer and way more dramatic than it needs to be… but i had fun writing it and i hope you like it <3 @hanjiesgf hi ari pie

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Jisung curls his fingers in your shared sheets before smoothing his hands over the material— flattening frozen peaks and hills crinkled by you two moving around each other in your sleep.

He’s never been a fan of doing any household chores and surely has never wanted to take on this specific task, rummaging through dirty clothes— separating them and folding them— or having to wake up so early to do it.

His arms stretch over his head as a loud yawn leaves his lips, his legs moving automatically towards the hamper in the corner of your bedroom. He grunts with effort as he picks it up, the both of your clothes from the past week and a half piling up until it was practically spilling over the top of the bin. Jisung had never had much of a problem with it, but you couldn't stand to see the mountain of dirty clothes everyday.

Since you two moved in together, you’ve been badgering Jisung a lot more lately concerning cleanliness. It was up to the both of you to keep the place clean and you needed him to realize it wasn’t just his space anymore. He realizes that, but he’s stubborn, and when he almost falls down the stairs because of the heavy weight of the hamper he wants to throw a full blown tantrum— not unlike he used to in kindergarten when someone would get his favorite alphabet blocks before he could get the chance.

Your apartment, or penthouse rather, was all clean lines and immaculate to the touch. The railing of the stairs was made of tempered glass, and floor length windows stretched across one wall. The blinds were down, but even if they weren’t it was impossible to see inside unless someone had a drone that could see through privacy glass.

Jisung’s slippers scuff against the floor as he drops the hamper down, leaving it in front of the stairs and crossing through the living room to the kitchen. Your home was an open floor plan, each room stretching into the other, and gave the clean minimalistic feel you both loved immensely. It didn’t make it any less homey, various antique decorations decorating every table and handmade blankets and quilts thrown over the couch.

Photos of you, Jisung, and your friends, were plastered to every wall with matching frames. The rug in the living room was softer than a cloud, and Jisung always found himself curling his feet into it any chance he could.

He opened up the fridge, scanning its contents looking for anything to soothe the dryness of his throat. Water, of course, would be the best choice, however it would never be his first choice, and he settled on the last of the apple juice at the bottom of the fridge. You two needed to go grocery shopping but would most likely save that for Sunday.

The weekends were no longer a chance to kick back and relax, allowing empty pizza boxes and soda bottles to sit on the counter until Monday, but cleaning up and keeping things clean made Jisung feel better than he originally thought it would. He felt more responsible, more adult-like, and it pleased him. Despite his constant complaints to you, he liked following your advice and he liked doing what you say.

He leaned over the counter, scanning over your home and everything you both worked for, and couldn’t help the satisfaction and pride that crept into his chest. It wasn’t hard to lose sight of what was most important sometimes, but he found that he was never able to. Not with you by his side reminding him. When his eyes settled back on the hamper though he groaned, setting his glass down and moving to retrieve it.

He sighed as he walked past the kitchen and guest rooms to reach the laundry room. The glare of the rising sun crossed the windows, settling on his slouched body as he tugged the dirty clothes from the hamper and separated them into three piles — one in a wooden basket, one on the floor, and the other inside the washing machine. The whites would be going first, he decided, then colors and darks. The first time, he made the mistake of mixing them together and ruined about thirty percent of your wardrobe. It only made him hate the task even more.

As he moved, switching to simply sit with his legs splayed to the side instead of the torturous crouch he had sat in previously, he could hear you moving around the kitchen— probably making breakfast. He was sure you had most likely heard him get out of the bed and had woken up shortly after. He’d tried to get up quietly like he always did, but he had simply come to realize there was nothing that could get past you. He couldn’t say he didn’t like how attentive you were towards him, so he didn’t say anything about it.

After another handful of white shirts he was finally starting to see the bottom of the hamper. He moved quicker at the idea of finally finishing and being able to start on the colored clothes in the next hour, when he reached the last item in the basket. His hands stopped abruptly— almost comically— as he slowly picked the black lace panties sitting lonely at the bottom of the plastic hamper.

His hands almost cradled it as he thought back to the first time he saw you wear them. Short grey shorts, small white tank top, and black lace peeking from over the hem. He remembered the way his mouth had dried almost instantly as you bent over the counter, wiping the surface and putting away clean dishes. He could still remember the curve of your ass in your too-tight shorts and your plush thighs, your cute chattering just background noise as you talked to Felix on the phone.

He hadn’t seen them before then so he knew they were new, but it didn’t matter. The image was burned into his mind, waiting for a chance to come back to the surface, and now it had its chance.

Jisung wasn’t a pervert, or anything of the sort, and he had always been confident in that fact until that day. He swallowed hard, bringing his other hand to stretch your panties in full view in front of him. He didn’t want to acknowledge the heat in his groin, and simply dragged his fingers over the lace, wondering how it would feel against your plush skin. He made sure to let every detail engrave itself in his mind, his eyes running over the lacy material too many times to count.

He was practically drooling, and he found himself moving the piece of clothing closer to his face. Before he could stop himself— he didn’t want to stop himself— he inhaled against the lace, a soft moan leaving him as he took in your scent. Inside his pants, his cock was already fully hard, and all Jisung had to do was take one of his hands down to his pants and press it down on his erection before he was whimpering, dragging your panties against his nose again.

Vaguely he heard your shuffling from only a few rooms down, the fridge opening and closing, and got harder by the thought of you catching him, his hand in his pants and your used underwear pressed up against his face. Would you be disgusted? Turned on? Unaffected? He didn’t know, but he wanted to. He wanted to see the look on your face as he came in his pants on your smell alone, the lace tickling his nose and rubbing against his tongue, making you tremble against him— using him like your own personal toy.

Jisung sighed as he started to pump himself under the fabric of his pajamas, wondering what you would say if you could see him— would you see how desperate he was and try to help? Maybe with your mouth, wrapped around his cock in a way that would make him tremble.

Jisung continued to pump himself and eventually, he had your pretty underwear wrapped around him, using it to pump himself harder, faster, crying out at the feeling of the soft fabric against his sensitive tip. He thought about how good you would feel, how wet you would be and the mess that you would make in those same panties. He thought about fucking you into the floor, your lacy panties covered in his cum— thought about how tight you would feel around him, about the sounds you’d make, your lacy underwear dangling off your ankle— the cause of all his problems but abandoned in the sight of the better prize.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his body shaking and his breaths coming out shallow as he continued to fuck himself with your panties. Through shaky breaths he watched as your underwear became covered in precum, and with a muffled sob and his eyes fluttering shut, Jisung sighed as his white cum painted your black underwear, contrasting so starkly against each other and soaking the fabric with his release. His hand squeezed the panties as he came, pumping the last drops of his cum before he threw them to the side as if they burned him.

He stiffened as he heard your footsteps move closer, his hand whipping out of his pants quickly before pressing start on the washing machine.

“You okay, babe?” You called, and he could tell you were in the hallway— not too close but not very far.

“I’m good,” he croaked, his voice hoarse from disuse and pure nerves. In the moment, he had wanted you to see, wanted you to come in and watch him, but now the reality of the situation is sinking in and— he really just did that. Jisung took a deep breath, fixing his pants before burying your underwear under the pile it belonged to and picking himself up. Everything was fine.

Everything was not fine.

Jisung isn’t a pervert. He knows this, so why is it that every Saturday morning, without fail, he’s soaking your underwear in cum before joining you at the table for breakfast? Why does he find himself imagining you under him, lacy underwear in hand, more and more often?

His sweatpants shield the mess in his underwear as he practically slams the washing machine door shut, and he winces at the sound it makes. You’ve been badgering him now for how harshly he’s handling things, but he can’t help it. The dissipation of his post-orgasm high just brings guilt and uncomfortability, and he can’t take it. Every Saturday is the same, yet somehow every Saturday it gets worse.

Jisung raises himself up, again hiding his new obsession under its respective pile, before exiting the laundry room and going to the bathroom to wash his hands. It’s pretty much become a daily routine, but you never notice. Whether it’s you just thinking he has an attitude about washing the clothes and that’s why he slams the washing machine door shut so hard or if he’s simply washing his hands before breakfast he doesn’t know, but he does know he’s really starting to like his only chore way too much.

The afternoon passes by fast, his busy mind and chores around the apartment keeping him in check. The ten minutes he spent helping you look for the charger to your speaker effectively contributed to passing the time before he finally let his exhausted body fall on your mattress. His eyes shut in bliss as he relaxes against the soft fabric and he spreads his arms wide, a long sigh leaving his lips.

“My poor baby,” you tease, standing at the door as you watch him relax into the bedding. It’s not like he has to do much, but it’s just like him to feel tired after a little cleaning. It’s not something anyone really wants to do, at least to you, but it has to get done and you’ve realized a long time ago it’s up to you to make sure that it does. You sit down next to him, running a hand through his hair as he hums in response, rubbing his head against your palm to encourage you to continue.

You smile a little, looking around your bedroom and feeling your chest lighten at the simple fact that it’s yours. The both of you. It’s a pride you’ve never felt before, and you know Jisung feels it too no matter how much he refuses to admit it. You’ve honestly been noticing how much less he complains about cleaning or taking part in the weekly chores. Less and less does he sigh, huff and puff, or groan, simply becoming a cacophony of noises as he moves around to do anything even remotely close to responsible or adult-like. He even wakes up easily, making his way to the laundry room like it’s become second nature.

He doesn’t let clothes pile up anymore, nor does he get annoyed at your nagging because he never gives you the chance. It’s been weeks since you last nagged him about anything besides handling things with care, and you’re shocked. You haven’t brought it up because you know how annoying it can be for someone to act surprised that you’re simply doing the “right thing”, so you’ve let him do his thing while you continue to do your own.

Soft snores leave your boyfriend's lips as your fingers stop moving against his scalp. You frown slightly at the sight, brushing his hair back behind his ear and gazing down at his face. So pretty, so soft, all yours.

Feeling nice you decide to finish the laundry for him and let him sleep. It takes a bit of effort to drag yourself back out of bed, but you make your way briskly through your apartment and into the laundry room, the last pile of clothes sitting on the floor in front of the machine. You throw the wet clothes into the dryer, going a little overboard with dryer sheets, before picking through the last pile and dropping each item into the washer. Your knees ache from dropping up and down to pick up and drop down clothes, so you’re relieved when you reach the end of the pile.

You don’t know what leads you to inspect the last items because really you have no reason to, but you can’t ignore the urge to pick through these items even more than usual. You drop shirts, socks, shorts, underwear, and some stray scarves and hats before your favorite black underwear.

When you pick them up, pinching them between your thumb and your index, you don’t expect it to stay stuck together, the fabric not dangling like it usually would. You lean closer, your eyes squinting in confusion by the globs of cum sitting in your panties, some of it dried and cracking as you spread your panties open.

You don’t know how to describe the feeling it’s brought to you. Your eyebrows raise at the sight because it’s a lot, sitting in the middle of your panties as if you soaked them, but you know you didn’t, and you know there’s only one other person who could have. Your mind is empty, mouth gaping, and eyebrows stuck in an arch. The washing machine beeps from disuse, but you pay it no mind.

Your legs clench together and you’re no stranger to the heat that rises in you as you continue to inspect. Just looking, as if the evidence of what has clearly happened would disappear if you blinked. You bring yourself back, allowing a spiral of thoughts to overcome you as you throw the underwear into the washer and press start, your ability to think finally starting to return.

Fucking Han Jisung.

No wonder he’s been so agreeable, you scoff, turning off the lights in the laundry room and shutting the door before making your way back upstairs. You don’t know what to do with this information, not entirely sure how to go about confronting him, if you even do. What then? It’ll just be awkward, and you still don’t know how you feel about it. Your mind tells you to just let the heat in your gut speak for you, but is that really enough?

When you step into your bedroom Jisung is still sleeping, curled up around a large pillow with his chest rising softly. Your lips press together as your shoulders slump and you allow your thoughts to sit in the back of your mind until later. As of now, there’s only a couple hours until you have to start making dinner and you’re aching for the comfort of your bed.

You feel a wave of warmth rush over you as you look over him. That comfortable feeling you get when you love someone. Everything felt warm, the soft sheets surrounding you, rumpled but clean and soft, felt like you were laying on a cloud. The dim light that filtered through the curtains gave your bedroom a warm, homey glow. The TV still played a silly romcom softly in the front of the room and his hair, fanned around your pillows, resembled a halo of his own.

As much as you would love to keep going, scanning him up and down, you decide against it. For now, at least. You know he’s tired. You’re tired too, and as soon as your head hits the pillow you’re asleep.

Jisung doesn’t like this familiarity.

He didn’t like the fact that he had to do laundry every Saturday in the first place. And then he also didn’t appreciate the way his body reacted to damn underwear. But what he especially detested was how much he loved it – the thrill of getting caught, the feeling of lace on his skin, the sight of his cum painted all over the fabric.

Jisung doesn’t like the fact that you washed the rest of the clothes.

He was so sure his heart stopped when he first saw the empty spot on the floor where the pile of clothes had been, and had been even more sure when he’d taken the whites out the dryer and saw your lacy panties in the washing machine.

He had tip-toed around you for a few days after that, not sure if you knew and not sure if you would say anything if you did, but after a few days of his sketchy behavior and no inkling of notice from you, Jisung decided he was in the clear. He was sure of it, but it didn’t help the anxiousness that settled in his chest as he sat in front of the washing machine for the 6th Saturday in a row, his pants tugged down and his cock hard and aching.

God, he's so fucking sexy. And pretty. And perfect. Your precious, precious boyfriend.

Your hand trails down your body – brain working tirelessly to replace your fingers with his own that would leave a trail of warmth over your skin. Just as the tip of your hand brushes over your underwear, a loud gasp and a light thump makes you give a stuttered sigh.

His girthy cock stands tall, the tip red and wet, smacking against his torso and leaving splotches of precum over his shirt. You want to lick him clean. His hands settle next to him on the floor, hips tilted as he spreads his legs comfortably.

Your fingers skim over the wet lips of your pussy, middle finger itching to spread them. You’re met with heavy, wet arousal that immediately covers the tip of your finger when you try to dip it past your entrance. Dragging it up along your opening, you settle your fingers next to your clit, and lean against the wall as you watch Jisung through the crack in the door.

He wraps one hand around the length of his cock, pulling down precum from his tip to coat himself completely. Your fingers move over your swollen clit, the lightest of brushes sending heat to your body.

You watch him move his hand over himself frantically, your panties moving along his cock, and his hot, lewd panting filling up your head and fogging your brain.

You bite back a moan at the sight. If only he knew you were at the door, would he be able to stop himself or would he keep going, making eye contact and fucking himself into an orgasm, moving his hand over himself until he was a shuddering mess. And when you would take him in your mouth, licking all the way up to the sensitive head and back, and suck at the tip with hollowed cheeks until he unraveled from under you. You know you can’t deep-throat him, he’s too big— too wide, but you do know you’re capable of sucking him to incoherency with just your lips wrapped around him.

You were positive that if you’d caught Jisung in the act like you’d planned you’d confront him— ask him why and for how long— not stand at the door with your hand shoved under the waistband of your shorts and lip caught between your teeth to silence your moans.

Jisung’s body racks with shivers before he leans over, cumming in your panties with a guttural moan.

“Oh,” he sighs, “fuck.”

You lean back against the wall, back arched and hips jerking while you ride out the waves of your orgasm, mind slowly floating back to consciousness. You register harsh breathing in your vicinity— Jisung was still coming down from his high. As you pull your hand away from your sensitive pussy, you realize you should move away from the door and somehow explain why you haven’t even started breakfast yet.

Gathering your wits and pulling yourself together as quickly as possible, you watch him sit up and shove your underwear under the pile and pull his pants up. You can tell he’s still reeling from the force of his orgasm just by the way his movements are slow and languid. He throws the last few whites in the washing machine before pressing start, and that’s all you need to propel you away from the door and make you start backing away in the direction of the kitchen.

You had given a lot of thought about what happened in the laundry room, to be honest. It’s not what you expected to happen at all, and surely isn’t something you thought would be sticking to your thoughts as much as it is. All you can think about is Jisung, your panties in his hand, pressed against his nose, his mouth, his cock, leading him to his most powerful orgasms. It leads you to your own, it excites you and even turns you on when you fantasize about it. But these fantasies weren’t something you had ever thought about before— and now you can’t help the thought of being able to see it without a door separating you both.

Your hands move through the motions of washing the dishes but your mind is far away. You can see Jisung from where you stand, and you know his eyes are glued to the television even though his back is facing you. The long sigh that leaves you feels like a weight has been taken off your body, as if it’s held all the confusion and frustration and utter horniness you’ve been battling for the past few days.

You’ve always had a clear head, have always been the voice of reason besides being as wild as your friends sometimes consider you to be, and you don’t know why this situation has to be different than any other. You know by now that you like it and you want to see it, so why can’t you just say it? You don’t know, but the disconnect it’s creating just serves to frustrate you even more.

Instead of going to make breakfast like you usually do while Jisung washes the clothes, you sneak downstairs and watch him through the door. Every Saturday without fail. The fact that it’s your used underwear only makes you wetter, and the moan that leaves your mouth almost gets you caught and puts an end to whatever game you two are playing.

He doesn’t hear you though, he never does, too lost in the haze of lust that surrounds him. Practically hard just at the thought of what he’ll be doing as soon as he gets downstairs.

The impulsivity to watch him is the same impulsivity that makes you confront him once and for all. You really do think things through, sometimes even more than necessary, but when it comes to Jisung it’s always been hard not to do whatever you feel like doing. Jisung doesn’t often take initiative and do things for the both of you, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to do so at times.

You thought back to the conversation you two had only a few nights ago, curled up under your duvet. As the evening drew near, faint bits of sunlight trickled through your closed curtains, lightly illuminating your bedroom, the main source of light coming from the long chandelier that hung from the ceiling just beyond your bed, hanging above the free space in your room.

The room is quiet, save for the soft movement of Jisung in your closet. A towel wrapped around his waist as he rummages through your shared belongings for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Your hands travel between the sheets, digging underneath pillows and under the mounds formed from your blankets for the remote. The two sounds mingle together, the comfortingly subdued noises bringing an intimate warmth that blankets the atmosphere. The comfortability of the way you move around each other is what leads you to ask the question that’s been sitting on your tongue for two months.

You yawn, bringing a manicured hand to your lips and Jisung turns around at the sound, a fond smile lifting his lips as he shushes you, ensuring that you don’t need to wait for him. You smile softly, leaning up and adjusting yourself so that you can look at Jisung head on, the smile disappearing in place of a contemplative look.

“What’s up, baby?” Jisung asks, setting down the clothes in his hands to sit next to you on the bed, laying a comforting palm on your thigh through the covers. You shake your head, bringing back a comforting smile— one that you hope will make him see that he doesn’t have to be worried.

“I was talking to Jieun today and she was saying she and Felix had talked about some… kinks and fetishes they had, and how much it’s broadened their sex life and made it better.”

This is true, but not why you’re bringing this particular topic up, of course. You haven’t told Jieun or anyone about what you’ve caught Jisung getting up to or how it’s made you feel, but you decide that the best way to open up the conversation is by bringing up your mutual friends.

“Made it better,” Jisung repeats, his eyebrows furrowing, “Baby, I don’t think I want to know about Felix’s sex life.”

Jisung makes a show of groaning loudly as you shove his shoulder in response, unable to help the fond eye roll in response to his words. Jisung always knows how to make everything so unserious and you can never be mad at him for it. He’s too cute and it always helps you when you’re stressed about whatever it is you need to get off your chest— like now— as his soft laughs echo around you.

“Sung, what I’m saying is, have you thought about it? Like, kinks you have that you might want to try?”

Jisung is silent for a moment before tilting his head down and chuckling. When he looks back up at you he smiles and reaches over to squish your cheeks and pull your head closer.

“Nah baby, shit is already perfect.” He kisses you, gentle, languid, and it serves to distract you from the lingering puzzlement at his answer to your question. Your chest warms at the feeling of his hands on your skin, cupping your chin and tracing shapes along the flesh. Your arms wrap around his shoulders to drag him closer and you feel him grin before pulling away, leaving light pecks on your lips and across your face.

When he stands he has to fix his towel, slipping so low off his hips you can see the shadow of hair along his pelvis. The heat in your stomach is far from gone, and it’s harder than usual to drag your eyes from his skin.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

“Ok,” you chirp, but you’re already halfway out the bedroom, rushing downstairs to grab a glass of water. Though now that you’re away from Jisung his words ring around your head, further confusing and upsetting you. It’s clear that he’s lying to you, but why? It’s not like you’ve ever judged him before about anything, and even if it is something that could be potentially shameful, after five years and moving in together, you two are surely on the path of marriage. It wouldn’t be so unnatural to talk about something like this at such a stage in your relationship.

There’s no possible way you’ve been imagining this tension, and you know what you’ve seen. He could be in denial, you presume, but after months of the same cycle there’s no chance that he has no fetish for it. A lingerie fetish? Kink? Whatever it is, you just want to come clean about it and you had the chance, but after Jisung’s vehement denial there was no way you could comfortably spill everything you knew, and no way to say it in a way that you didn’t know what he was up to.

‘I’ve been having fantasies about you sniffing my underwear for no clear reason.’ It doesn't sound remotely believable to your own ears and you know Jisung is smarter than that. You’ve never had to be the one to squeeze information out of him. You’ve always been clear in what you want, what you need, and have always succeeded in getting him to come clean about what he wants and needs. It’s no secret who takes control in that area, so the fact that you’re stuck only worries you more.

The ice cold water glides down your throat and you sigh in bliss, smacking your lips together and taking a deep breath, relaxing your shoulders and setting this conflict to the back of your mind. You just breathe, ignoring the secrets and confusion that’s been plaguing your mind. It feels wrong to have to keep things from your boyfriend and you wonder if he feels the same way, having to lie to your face over something that should be simple.

Your walk back to your shared bedroom is less rushed than your departure, and you simply savor the peace and quiet of your apartment. The moonlight shines through cracks in the window, settling a soft blue glimmer over your furniture. You can hear the TV playing softly when you arrive and you mask your true emotions with a placid smile.

That was a week ago. You’ve done a lot of thinking since then— it feels like all you’ve been doing recently is thinking. Yet here you stand, in front of the laundry room door, waiting, wondering, when you should just go in and put an end to all of this.

This entire situation feels a tad too dramatic for your liking, and you just want to have sex with your boyfriend without wondering if it’s not enough for him, wondering if he wants more and why he won’t just tell you that. Your hand is raised ready to knock on the door, but you drop it when you hear the telltale signs of Jisung pulling his pants down, the sighs that fill the room. You’re as still as a statue, nervous to walk in on your own boyfriend.

Time stands still, all you can think about is what you’re about to do— and what could come from it. Relief for you both? Or maybe anger, or maybe something else that your muddled brain can’t manage to think of. Shouldn’t you also come clean about the fact that you’ve been watching him? That you’ve known for a long time and just let him believe he needed to keep things secret because of your own internal battle? The questions and doubts that plague your mind almost lead you to turn around, to simply forget about the entire thing and let Jisung continue with whatever he calls these daily escapades.

But you know you can’t. In a relationship it’s up to you both to lay things down clear and precise, to bring your worries to your partner and fix them together, explore them together, and enjoy the closeness you wouldn’t be able to have with anyone else. You know you can’t just leave things as they are. Your mind won’t let you, it never would. You’d simply drive yourself crazy until you couldn’t keep it in anymore and would reveal it in the worst way possible.

You settle your nerves and take it upon yourself to venture inside into the sunlit room, your gaze locked on Jisung’s waist. Your breath shudders when his hand whips out his pants and he sits up, his chest heaving and cheeks red.

“Babe, don’t sneak up on me like that.” He laughed, but it sounded painfully forced, and you looked up at him hoping your gaze looked soft and that your anxiousness didn’t come off as anger.

“What were you doing?”

“The laundry…?”

Jisung swallowed, his hands tightening into fists as he stared at your naked collarbone— not able to look you in the eye. His mind was a plethora of thoughts, of guilt, of regret— wondering if he had really been so wrapped up that he hadn’t managed to hear you walking to the laundry room and how he could be so stupid to get caught after months of the same routine.

You scoff, taking a few steps inside the room and pushing the door closed behind you. “Don’t lie to me, Sung. You were touching yourself, right?”

A silence stretches between you both, simply staring at each other and waiting for one of you to say something more. Jisung, waiting for you to say you’re joking, that you know he would never do something like that, to say something that would stop the rapid beating of his heart and the anxiousness that takes over his being. And you, waiting, hoping, for Jisung to simply come clean. To trust in you and reveal that yes, he is, and he has been for a long time.

The silence stretches for a long time, sending a chill down your spine and a realization.

Jisung clenches his teeth before whimpering, “Fuck, I’m sorry.” His hands drop to his sides and your face falls slack as his shoulders start to shake. “I’m sorry, you’re probably so mad so— so disgusted.”

“What? Baby, no, no I’m not.”

With clammy hands you interlock your fingers with his and gently tilt his chin so that you can look at him. “I’m not mad,” you repeat, “I’m not disgusted either.”

Jisung blinks rapidly, nodding his head at your words and taking in a deep breath as he steps closer to you, leaning down so that his head can knock against yours.

“You’re not mad.”

A soft laugh echoes from your lips and you feel a huff of air on your lips as the beginning of a smile graces his lips. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Jisung sighs, “I just couldn’t.”

You nod. It was hard for you to even come inside, wondering if he would be upset with you and not even thinking he could’ve been ashamed. You squeeze his hand and lean up to nip his cheek, proceeding to litter small kisses all over his face.

Jisung’s laughs make your heart feel light and allow you to feel better about the mini episode he just had— as well as the extensive episode you both have been fluttering around. You leave a kiss full of relief on his lips, salty and wet, moving your mouth against his as he returns it. Slowly, your lips start to press against each other more eagerly, lapping over each other and filling you with warmth.

Jisung brings a hand to your hair, pulling you closer to him before pinning you against the farthest side of the room, your waist trapped between him and the wall. In a matter of seconds he’s devouring you until you’re left breathless, your lips swollen and wet. His mouth moves along the sensitive parts of your neck, down the line of your throat, while his other hand separates from your own to run down your waist and touch you where he knows you shiver with need.

He slips his leg between your parted ones, allowing you to settle down right on top of his muscular thigh. As the kiss grows deeper, your hips begin to move, gyrating and pressing down against him. Using him. As your bodies move with one another, your pleasure continues to rise, forming from your center and spreading over your body.

Jisung gasps, but it’s swallowed up by your mouth all over again. You let your hands slide up the back of his loose t-shirt. His skin is warm, and Jisung hums into your mouth when he moves closer, your chests pressing together with each movement.

Suddenly, Jisung’s lips are pulled away from yours and you groan loudly, chasing after him. You succeed, biting at Jisung’s bottom lip to get him to open up again, but it doesn’t last long.

“Baby, wait.”

“What? what’s wrong?”

“Can you.. can you put the panties on for me?”

You blink once in response before a fire ignites in your groin. The smirk that lifts your lips and the pleased sigh that leaves your mouth fills the otherwise silent room and you drop down on the ground, pulling your shorts and your underwear off your body and pulling on the black, lacy ones— the cause of this mess.

Once you pull them all the way up and face Jisung again, you push him back gently, and Jisung pecks at your lips repeatedly until his back hits the floor. Then, like every girl’s wet dream, you're grabbing his hands to hold by his head.

Jisung then proceeds to kiss the shit out of you, your lips crashing together, ravishing you until your lungs clench and a lewd moan falls from your lips. He desperately tries to avoid bucking his hips upwards into yours, but fails again and again. Eventually, you drag your mouth away, trailing it down his neck. He’s gasping against you, and he curls into your touch, whimpering when sharp teeth nip at his skin. There’s a tongue soothing the wound, sucking at the same spot, lapping over it. You can feel him starting to shake, whimpering more often than not, before he’s yanking his hands free from your hold and dragging your face back up. You can feel Jisung smiling into it, chuckling just the tiniest bit, but resume kissing him.

He holds his gaze on yours when you fall apart, relaxing your body while the pulsing of your orgasm courses through you. He leans down into your arms right after, pressing tightly against your chest, so tight that you could feel his heartbeat pacing fast against yours. The kisses he gives you are soft and gentle, your thighs still trembling when he pulls away, pulling his grey t-shirt over his head.

The unmistakable shape of his erection that you feel brushing against your stomach lets you know just how turned on he is, and you equally so. His lips return to yours only after he has stripped himself, and your hands move from his shoulders to his chest, trailing down his naked skin, where you slide your fingers under the waistband of his boxers.

You lean forward, switching positions and taking him into your hand. He’s heavy, full of cum, and you slide your body down so that your mouth is right against his cock. You leave a kitten lick on the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins and the way Jisung throbs. He’s a pleasant weight on your tongue and you swirl it around the tip before sucking him into your mouth.

Still with your eyes on his face, you lean closer, kissing his sensitive tip before fitting your lips around the head, taking him into your mouth again. You hear him gasp before it turns into a deep groan, sucking and licking as you take him deeper.

Jisung sighs, his hand gripping your hair— trying not to force you down on him. Your body buzzes from the sensation and you feel hot all over, and you resist the urge to reach down and stroke your fingers to search for your own pleasure, choosing to focus on pleasing him instead.

His lips fall open with a few deep grunts escaping his soft lips, his hips moving faster as he pumps himself into your mouth. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Your fingers dig into his thighs and you whimper around him, the vibrations from your throat making his body spasm as he nears his orgasm. You pull off of him, your lips swollen and red, slicked with spit and pre cum.

“Come on baby,” you rasp, your throat scratchy and hoarse. “You can cum.”

Jisung’s movement becomes harsh as he pumps himself, his speed growing rapidly, and you see him twitching, his girth widening, before he pumps his cum onto your face with a long, drawn-out, groan.

“Are you gonna touch me?” You smirk, clawing at your own shirt and pulling it off. He nods, already moving to flip your positions yet again.

All you can feel is his touch, his fingers tweaking at your nipples and his lips that keep moving down and kissing the skin of your breasts that spill over your bra. He pulls his hand, the one that has been kneading at your breasts, and trails it down, stroking his tongue over your skin while his free hand moves lower, and lower, slipping under your shorts to find your cunt.

He traces down your panties, soaked with your arousal, running over the lace and moaning at the feeling of it clinging into your clit. His thumb follows the wet trail on the flimsy fabric to find your opening, hardly shielding you from his touch. He twists his hand while he continues to press his thumb in circles over your covered entrance, his fingers find your clit, and then he pinches, hard, sending you over the edge and into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had.

You squirm at the feeling of your release, before your fingers slowly peel the scrap of black lace down your thighs, making a show out of it while you make him wait. You continue to tease him, staring him down as you slip your feet from them and he pulls them off, frantically, and you watch him lift the lace to his nose. Inhaling deeply, breathing you in. His lashes flutter, and the view of him taking you in so shamelessly makes you shudder.

He drops the fabric in the next moment, looming over you with hooded eyes, and you pull him down to leave a lingering kiss on his lips. He continues to kiss you as he spreads your legs apart, holding them down with heavy hands. With your pussy so wet, his fingers slide easily through your folds, and he can feel just how wet you are, but the way you clench and throb around him makes him moan deeply. His lips find your hips, then he moves down, running his mouth down your legs, taking time to trail along your thighs, your calves, your ankles, and you keep your eyes on him the whole time.

You let out a gasp at the first stroke of his tongue over your clit. Your legs lift a little, but Jisung presses them back down, keeping you in place— keeping you right where he wants you.

“Don't make me wait, Ji.”

Jisung needed no further warning. He grabbed your hips and squeezed them, pulling you even closer to his waiting tongue. You were moaning— your sounds filling the room— and he felt like he was in heaven. He was the one making you feel this, he was the reason, and it made him so proud. He runs a shaky hand along your skin as you cry out at the feeling of his tongue swiping against your wet cunt. You can’t do much but moan and sigh. It’s funny to you, how you have the upper hand but he has you shaking from under him, building you up and then breaking you down with immense pleasure— a feeling that you can barely think around.

You hear a soft gasp as he gives you a few more kisses with his tongue, tasting you, before he looks up again and whimpers, “I wanna make you feel good.” — And he’s unrelenting in showing you just how determined he is to make good of his words. His grip tightens on your thighs, as the swipes of his tongue grow more intensely. He sucks at your clit, pressing his tongue against you to send you into your second orgasm.

Your hips moved frantically against his face— chasing your own pleasure. You chanted his name as he pumped his fingers in and out of your cunt, growing desperate and restless with each stroke. He could feel your legs shaking, your body squirming as you reached your peak.

“Jisung, oh god.”

His breathing is shaky, labored and uneven, rising up and slotting himself between your thighs. You want him, more than anything, no matter what. He kisses the corner of your lips, smiling against your mouth.

You kissed him so sweetly after that, but it was all a ploy, a distraction for you to line his cock up with your entrance, and push it into your tight hole. His eyes widened as he felt himself stretch your walls, and he made to pull away from the kiss to gasp, but you didn’t let him. Chasing his lips, you kept him close, tangled in a mess of tongue and teeth, with no room to breathe.

“My empty-headed baby. Take anything I give you right?”

All Jisung can do is nod— your thoughts leave you as he continues to move in and out of you, filling you up and satisfying you the way he always does, but you manage to speak without realizing. “You’re so filthy, getting off to my panties— !” Your walls contract as he thrusts into you deeper, lifting your legs and situating them against his shoulders. He buries himself so deep inside it’s almost like he’s melded himself into you. He’s so big, you can barely breathe, allowing him to bring pleasure to you both as he moves.

“I-i’m so dirty,” he moans, his voice raspy with need, as he pumps his cock. “And you love it.”

Your mouth falls open, overwhelmed with satisfaction. You can only focus on the feeling of his cock dragging against you, his tip hitting so hard it feels like he’s moving around your organs. He pounds into you, not allowing anything but lewd moans to leave your lips for even a moment. His harsh groans and your airy sighs fill the room, slaps of his skin against yours lewd and wet. “Oh god, I’m gonna—”

Your words become nothing but a moan when his thrusts don’t falter and instead pick up. You don’t know how he’s managing to keep going, how he’s managed to move even quicker.

"Come on, baby," you whisper, clenching your jaw, letting him know that you’re on the brink of orgasm. Jisung bends down, taking your lip into his mouth, tugging and sucking and making you sigh in bliss. Then his fingers come down to find your clit, sending you erupting into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Your own orgasm was what did it. A few more thrusts into your sloppy cunt, and he was spilling his seed right into you, coating your walls. He was throwing his head back, letting out a deep moan as he buried himself in you, hips stuttering as he released spurt after spurt, your poor pussy taking everything he gave. You watched him in awe, flickering your eyes to the abandoned underwear for only a moment— before you glued your eyes to the man in front of you. It was even better in person.

“Oh baby,” you sigh, “does it feel good?”

Jisung nods, his hair brushing against your naked skin, and he presses a soft kiss against your collarbone. His lips rest there as you both come down from your high, basking in the glow of your orgasms and relishing in the presence of each other.

Your chest heaves with the force of your breaths but otherwise your body feels light, airy, and any negative thought you’d entertained before is completely gone in lieu of the sex you and Jisung have just had, the mutual understanding you’ve created with the meshing of your bodies.

You feel content, like you’ve done all this worrying for nothing— and really— you both had. Worrying about being judged or ridiculed was ridiculous in a relationship such as yours, and once again you’ve been reminded of that.

a/n: an abrupt ending…?? from me??? no… no way!!?? as always, i hope you enjoyed and tysmmm for reading!! everyone say happy bday ari !!! <3 or don’t… she’s a loser anyway so who cares fr

mini taglist: idk why i always feel bad tagging as if y’all didn’t literally ask me but 😭 tysm!! @myjisung @svintsandghosts @hwan-g @hoeforstraykids @itsisa @raspbinniecreme

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[dwreader]

How do you go about figuring out what references the show is making (besides the ones they just say directly)??

Ohh ykw on this show I think they hit you over the head with so many both allusions and direct callouts that its almost more like trying to figure out which ones are true thematic references and which are just fun little namedrops. For example Daniel mentioning Kevin Durant imo is just a pop culture/worldbuilding namedrop to show that he's a ~cool guy~ from brooklyn and goes to basketball games (and to further establish these characters live in OUR world with the same celebrities). We're not meant to read Kevin Durant's bio on wikipedia and think of all the deep parallels. On the other hand, my pal blueiight has brought up that Basquiat paintings hanging around the penthouse could be read more deeply about the two men's biographies but maybe you don't necessarily HAVE to get the reference to understand the show. It's like an easter egg.

Also some references are simply bc modern tropes all stem from some origin and not the show deliberately making the connection, like yk the gothic romance tropes are abounding in this story and its not necessarily the show directly being like hey guys this is just like Jane Eyre! imma right? rather the conventions are so ingrained in our culture now that they bleed into everything. Or like my My Fair Lady posts it's like is this really a My Fair Lady specific thing or is it cause all professor/student or mentor/mentee romantic fiction all kind of stems from Pygmalion?? Anyways I'm gonna put the rest under a read more cause it's gonna be long af. sorry.

The ones I tend to take really seriously are books, plays, etc where the show goes out of its way to give you a bit of plot summary like Iolanta (blind princess who doesn't know she's a princess) where Louis crying at the opera kinda like Julia Roberts crying at La Traviata in Pretty Woman signals a thematic parallel between the characters (shoutout to slaygentford for that post that changed the world). Whereas they don't for Don Pasquale so while that's like a little funny joke cause its heheh its also about an old ass man looking for a wife that's like less serious to me than Iolanta. Louis casually reading Madame Bovary as his voiceover says he was "neglecting the duties of the role Claudia mocked me for the unhappy housewife" is a clear HELLO LOOK HERE moment, as well as Louis reading Edward Carpenter's book about marriage trying to regain his sight after his beating. Whereas I think him reading the Origin of Species is just like aww he's so cute and intellectual trying to find a scientific reason for his eating disorder.

A Doll's House is the biggest one imo cause it's both a direct callout in ep2 (Lestat mentions not wanting to miss the opening scene of Nora and the Christmas tree) and an allusion in ep7 (Louis shown decorating a Christmas tree), AND the "doll" theme runs throughout most of the show so even if you know nothing about that play, there's like hints being thrown at you with Louis bringing paper dolls to the twins bday party, decorating Claudia's room full of dolls and Lestat designing his Mardi Gras outfit like he's a doll. Maybe you've never read or heard Nora's monologue where she says all her life she's been treated like a doll and now she treats her children like dolls too cause she doesn't know anything else but you can literally SEE the dolls on the shelf in Claudia's room.

Streetcar is also the other one that the show is so so soooo obviously Leonardo Dicaprio pointing meme at itself. Even if you've never read the play or seen the movie, the image every fucking person on earth recognizes is Marlon Brando in a wifebeater cause that quite literally changed the course of pop culture history and male sex symbols AND you probably know STELLLAAAAA!!!!! These are both referenced quite directly by the show with Lestat wearing wifebeaters in ep5,6 and 7 and in Lestat's attempts to get Louis back after the DV as that's literally the context of STELLAAA he's screaming her name after he got kicked out for beating her btw if you even care. Plus they are riding an actual streetcar in ep7 even though they have a car??? and they're way too rich to be taking public transportation like what's that about.. unless!

Then you have things that Rolin has brought up himself in interviews like Bogie & Bacall (famously massive age gap hehe), John Cassavettes films (I would say Faces and A Woman Under the Influence as the primary sources of that comp), Francis Bacon art that you can definitely pick out from the show as well! So this show is chock full of cool references and inspirations and its very cool that people are being introduced to some of these older pieces of media through the show!!

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #im sorry this is so long im bored at work and got carried away #but there's soooo many of these rolin you sick bastard #asks

[22degreehalo]

The more I think about it the more I'm just. obsessed with aroace Yuno!!!!

Like c'mon... 'The wanted wanting the wanter /isn't that just too perfect?' She's not doing this compensated dating because she needs the money or has any huge past trauma, there's something else attracting her: it's that normal relationships feel so fake and dishonest (meanwhile even if her clients get feelings for her, it's not her fault because she was upfront that this is a transactional thing) and with these types she can have full control of what goes on and when and where and why!!!

Which is Also making me think of. Complicated slightly fucked up Yuno+Kazui friendship.

And FIRST OF ALL I'm. very new to this fandom and haven't read Most of the drama CDs hahahaha so this is just my first impression BUT

so she approaches him early (i have no idea if any of this is canon im sso sorry this is just what I want. right now.) because guys like him are common clients (either bc they're divorced and lonely or want to feel young again or whatever) but he's just easygoing abt it but Firm No. ('I'm old enough to be your father.' 'Haha, yeah? Isn't that the point?') And genuinely doesn't seem interested which is kinda annoying but whatever.

So she kinda tries or or two approaches with him, like playing the more sexy role of her second MV, but still he's not giving Anything back At All, and honestly it's weird that she's even trying this hard? Normally it's the other way around??? Like it's not like he can even pay her in here so.

She stews a bit and wonders if she does genuinely have feelings for him finally which'd be both annoying and a relief, and honestly it just Fits that that'd be how these things go lmao that she finally has real legit feelings for a guy with no interest in her. (And Mahiru is probably super excited about it bc this is early when she's still perky and happy and wanting to push them together.)

Maybe at some point Kazui does admit that he feels lonely without someone physically there with him to touch and be close to. So Yuno finally gets him to lie in her lap or vice versa or whatever. But it feels sorta weird. And he gets a bit somber. And wonders aloud if this is what it would've been like to have a daughter.

And she just. Gets up and leaves.

She's had guys say stuff like that before. Sometimes cause they pitied her and wanted to 'save her', which was frustrating, and she'd cut them off immediately. Usually because it was some kinda fucked-up incest roleplay, which she enjoyed; more than most roleplays, actually. The sweet lovey-dovey rps are okay but kinda false and make her feel weirdly guilty; the more messed up ones, she can relax in. Fucked up familial relationships, fucked up romantic relationships: what's the difference?

But Kazui actually meant it. No ulterior sexual or compassionate motives.

She apologises later saying that it's because they never hashed out their red flags or what the scene would be about, but she's the professional here and she didn't make sure that happened so it's her bad. And he just seems to accept that, and says he doesn't want to overstep her boundaries. And seems to mean it.

There's some commonality between them. A willingness to hold themselves back. To not talk about things that people don't want to talk about. This dance of fake affection, until it's impossible to tell what one's true feelings are anymore.

She likes having her relationships set out in clear words, without the actual emotional honesty of having to delve into her own psyche. But now she sort of wants to share things with him, and she has no idea what to do with that. And on his side, he senses some similar circumstances between them, but he still isn't yet able to be honest about what he knows about himself deep down. But maybe if he was, he could talk to her.

There's some talk abt sex among the prisoners. These two are expected to have the most experience, but she's kinda like 'sex is okay. It feels good and it's a means to an end.' And he's weirdly mysterious about it all but claims that his perspective is closest to hers, which confuses everyone else.

And............somehow from that they end up being able to have a conversation about Not Wanting What Society Wants You To Want and the weird relationships you have with all that and the ways you do or don't get what you Actually want, an d it's all very good and meaningful but idk I haven't thought that far yet hahahaha that's as far as I got before I had to type it all up :')))

#milgram #aromantic Yuno

[kaeyx]

Something fascinating but annoying is how painfully different Fyodor is in the anime vs the manga. In the manga he's. nicer?? in a way?? like he has 4 removed scenes (one being a full 3 ½ pages long if i remember correctly) & 3 or so changed scenes that COMPLETELY alter how he acts.

in the manga, when Karma dries off fyodor after the Ace thing, Fyodor sneezes & says he's cold and wet, and Karma laughs. When Dazai asks if he looks good in Fyodor's hat, Fyodor replies with "yeah, sure" or smthn similar. In the cello scene, he doesn't break the cello, and isn't even playing in the direction of the guy he kidnapped. Before Nikolai got him & dazai out of their cells, he has a silly scene with Dazai where they "pass" food to eachother, and he actually goes along with & contributes to Dazai's shenanigans. his expression is different in basically every scene hes in, etc etc.

The most(?) changed & removed scenes of any bsd character i think. and there's different portrayals of Fyodor for basically every account bc of it

but anyways ramble aside, I honestly see him thinking pretty highly of his partner, if he genuinely loves & cares for them. If you intrigue him enough for him to actually want a relationship, I really can't see him being that harsh. Blunt & often forgetting to actually. spend time with you. because he's working, sure, but honestly not that outright degrading

I can't stop thinking of him just. borderline worshipping your body, and overstimulating you a ton. He may be hesitant to actually have sex, but he'll sure as hell eat you out/suck you off or fingerfuck you until you can't think. He definitely likes seeing you completely blissed out and whining about it being too much.

Afterwards laying beside you until you fall asleep. he'll leave bed by morning since he has to work / plot / scheme, but he probably leaves a glass of water by the bed & clean sheets & blankets, though you'll have to remake the bed yourself lmao

THE CUT SCENES MAKE ME SO UPSET OH MY GOD. They completely fuck Dazai up (I think this contributes to people seeing him as a mean daddy dom type bc bones never lets him be silly), they cut Chuuya stuff, THEY TOOK KUNIKIDA'S CARJACKING THINGY AWAY. And yes Fyodor too, I haven't counted the scenes but him and Dazai are the ones that have lost the most. I needed to see them throwing shit at each other so bad and we got nothing :( plus they made him so damn ugly when he looks beautiful in the manga :( never forget what they took from us!!

That aside, yes he'd love his partner. I love making him a mean bitch but he'd actually be pretty chill, a bit weird and distant but he'd care for you. He'd bring you flowers and keep an arm around you when you're together, and come up with inventive ways to fuck you since his stamina isn't the best. I think he's got a few very important rituals with you like for example always having at least one meal per day together, or cuddling you in your sleep. He doesn't spoil you or dote excessively but you know he cares.

#fyodor.bsd

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 8/8/2023

theoretically seeing two apartments this afternoon so i am taking the date as good luck

listening

the asteroids galaxy tour's the sun ain’t shinin no more. this was apparently a very famous iPod commercial song? wasn't paying attention to general popular culture when the original iPods were coming out. i would attempt to classify this as somewhere between the doors and smash mouth. spotify.

bitches by tove lo (feat charli xcx, icona pop, elliphant, ALMA). is this a good song? eh. is it fun to scream-sing while navigating through packs of lifted pickups whose hoods are higher than the roof of my moderately-sized hatchback? yes. spotify

how'd i find these? really leaning hard on spotify autogenerated dance playlists these days.

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reading

normal pair of books to read at the same time

diana biller's hotel of secrets was an odd one. you CANNOT take away from this section "oh tumblr user girlfriendsofthegalaxy hates consent" okay? i don't piss on the poor either. i had to really think about if i thought the sex scenes were jarringly modern and concluded no, they simply challenged my preconceptions of what a single mid-thirties woman in late 1800s vienna might get up to in a time when the best available methods of birth control were french letters. however, the lengthy discussion around consent and boundaries read as somewhat performative and out of place? or like a slightly different tone? than the rest of the actual sex scenes.

in many ways the romance was the b-plot to the hotel's inner workings and the international intrigue, which was fun. i enjoyed the a-plot enough to put a hold on biller's next romance, about a young american window in gilded age nyc. we'll see how that all shakes out!

i did not enjoy and did not finish chris miller's hefty pop history book on the history of microchip production and manufacture. got about a third of the way through. i think i most disliked his approach-- the technical style is very polished, one sentence flows into the next quite well, although we have very different opinions about the meaning of "intuitive" -- but we sit in very different seats watching the american political thunderdome. the way he presents his ideas is a bit jarring, bc it is an almost full-throated and uncritical endorsement of america's cold war diplomatic policies. i think many people would agree with me when i say those policies were not very good.

both of these have been on my holds list for months and i could not tell you the inciting incidents that made me place a hold.

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watching

in my best friend's endless search for Things to Have on in the Background That Are Semi Child Friendly (or THBTASCF), i have viewed National Treasure (2004, dir. Turteltaub), Rush Hour (1998, dir. Ratner) and Rush Hour 2 (2001, dir. Ratner).

i cannot say i truly enjoyed any of these choices or that they have aged particularly well. national treasure has such an ominous looming of the whedonesque Well That Happened!!! that continues to infect movies.

also rewatched The Mummy (1999, dir. Sommers) bc i wanted a screenshot of the subtitles [YEEHAWING, GUNSHOTS] which is my Texas Adventure(TM) tag, but the subtitles on my pirate movie platform of choice are not that sophisticated. you'll simply have to take my word for it bc my dvd box set is still in storage.

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playing

mainlining g/enshin impact. did not realize a whole nother goddamn country is being released next week. their every-six-weeks major content update schedule is batshit insane and i do not want to really think about the level of crunch happening over there.

the regions we have so far are legally-not-switzerland, not-china, not-japan, not-india, and we are going to not-france next. it has a real jules verne/twenty thousand leagues under the sea/steampunk vibe about it. look at this whimsical little deep-sea diver boy!

i have not enjoyed this past region (sumeru, legally-not-india) as much as the others. this may be due to the hiccup of seasonal depression i am experiencing. it may be bc this is the most Contiguous Landmass segment of the map and it's less segmented into individual regions than the other countries. it may be bc i have not spent quite as much time running around here as i have liyue (legally-not-china) which does feel genuinely comforting to run around. it may be bc the last time i played this game i still worked in the games industry and i still have residual brain weirdness about playing games.

i do appreciate their dedication to Big Fuckoff Trees tho.

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making

fallow weeks. things are simply not percolating in time for yeehawgust, due to the agonies, and that's fine, i'm telling myself through gritted teeth.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[clonesome]

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ORIGINAL ASK BC ITS LIKE 4AM WHEN IM TYPING THIS AND I HIT THE WRONG BUTTON A C K sorry @kapuchino357 BUT I AM ANSWERING YOUR ASK <3

(AS OF WRITING THIS BIT IN PARANTHESIS I HAVE TRIED WRITING THIS 13 TIMES its not you its me lolol i hust have so much to saaaaay and I feel like it's about damn time I finished it skdkkf)

THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SCREAM ABOUT MY OCS !!!!!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Also a thank you to all of my friends who play around with our OCs like it's pretend on the playground <3 thank you for helping me get a few of my OCs out of my head and out where they can be enjoyed.

I think we should start with Leandro, since he takes up most of my brain meats:

♡ Leandro Placido, he is in his late 20s. 1930s-40s eh ish time period wise aesthetic in a somewhat fantasy world i guess lol, he loves to dress in both men's and women's fashions (Loretta being the name he teases others with when he dresses up in typical womens fashion and goes out. But not always, sometimes he really does just want to feel pretty as Leandro and thats fine too <3). "Cleaner", he cleans up the crime scenes and disposes of bodies for his Boss and he's the best one in their Family. Which is so fitting bc his Boss found his sorry ass in a dumpster of all things. He had unintentionally been helping the guys he ran into dispose of a body he thought was regular trash and long story short after helping them they threw him in the dumpster too to get rid of him and that is when the Big Boss was told of him and well.. there he was.

Loud and rowdy, he never really knows when to keep his mouth shut with most things. He also has a quick temper, especially if he's drunk but not always. He's a bumbling idiot with a heart of gold. He plays the trombone terribly on purpose to annoy people, though he is actually a really skilled player. He uses sex, and other things, as a weapon against himself but learns that he doesn't need to do that as he grows in his story. Unfortunately he's also a rat, secretly having infiltrated his Family by the very enemy who wants nothing more than to get rid of them once and for all. Too bad he's fallen in love with the head maid of the House, and when he falls, he falls incredibly h a r d. Only having ever been in one other full relationship with a girl he went to high school with, which he ended in one of the worst ways possible (smh poor Annity), he wasn't sure how to explain his feelings for her. And then he accidentally catches her and one of his best friends in bed together, so after that he doesn't want to get in between two of some of the most important people in the world to him. So he just.. flirts, and really why would she think any different?

He always flirts. With everyone. So they do this tired song and dance of him shamelessly flirting with her, and her being annoyed (and flustered) by it because she thinks he's just teasing her relentlessly. And it goes on.. for a long time. Until... after like A Lot. For instance: him bedding a different high power Underworld Boss while black out drunk and also not even knowing who he was, getting kidnapped (almost four times) and getting most of his tongue cut out on a successful kidnapping to remind him of who he really works for (and if there is one thing he hates is a traitor, boy look in the damn mirror who do you think you are), being sent off to work at the docks for three months after getting into a heated argument with his Boss (over the Boss's relationship bc GASP Leandro has a bit of a lusty crush on him too! Messyyyyy), him having a crush on a dance hall owner (Bruce) bc he taught him how to love the side of him that he calls Loretta (which in turn has him accepting his whole self), Annity showing back up in his life with their son William (double gasp!), his abusive parents showing back up after he gets arrested for the 43rd (to which he is owed 43 phone calls dammit! Lol!), among... other happenings. . . They finally get their happy ending. But, not in the way they expected. And that fits them just fine.

He's messy, in all senses of the word, but cleans up nice. It takes him too long to get his shit together. He's the dumpster fire that lives in my heart lol. Very 'sun coded' or whatever it's called in the ways that he burns himself too bright in a way that will destroy him. he's viciously angry while having so much love for others but almost none for himself. More than willing to take a bullet for anyone, but will also put a bullet in whoever his Boss feels like.

He's also so dense. No book smarts, only street smarts. If anyone he truly loves flirts back with him, like the Head Maid or Bruce, it is seriously like they are talking to a brick/concrete wall. Also the trope of 'love me so much it undooms me' but only after it's too late.

He dies, of course only after realizing just how much he wants to live. And how much he now has to let go because death has always been coming for him. He had so desperately wished for it so many times, except now he wishes for anything but. And that's when his time is up.

He then appears on a beach, which he has dreamed about- so much like the one back home. A home he hasn't seen since he was a child running around wild. And who does he see a little ways down the shore? The love of his life and the promised spirits of their two children that they are lucky enough to have in their next lives. He runs over and embraces her, twiling her around and bringing a trail of waves around them in the air as he does so all while crying into her hair as she clings just as tightly. After he sets her down and kisses her, the children tackled him into the ever on coming surf. And he gets a taste of what his after life is supposed to be- until all of a sudden, after a small talk with his beloved, they all disappear. He can't see or hear them, but they can see and hear him as he calls out helplessly for them. And he thinks, this is it. This is the hell that he had always known he would end up in. He just wasn't prepared for it. He also was not prepared for the heart shaped lock that magically appeared and locked itself unbearably tightly through his chest and into the space where his heart was. Then the beach is gone, where his loving family are just as confused to his disappearance.

He's back to the place where he died, held back by someone who has unfinished business with him. A girlfriend who had never been able to let him go, Annity. Who.. isn't all bad she's just... complicated.

Cursingly haunting the person who is keeping him from moving on, becoming almost nothing more than a twisted rage filled demon. He dooms the person holding his spirit hostage for years until the love of his life (who had died before him, in his arms. Tragic.) uses almost the last of her own spirit energy to save him, oh yeah, and to stop the ghost marriage Annity had been so close to achieving!

With help of course!

From a medium- who turns out to be his Boss' younger sister who he would have done anything for while living (and who after most of his tongue was cut out she taught him sign language). And his own son, who all this time hadn't been able see him, but had sensed.. something was off for the past few years with his mother. He never would have guessed it was something like this.

And only then, when all of his and others wrongs are in some way set to right, are they allowed to live their after life in happiness and love. Because after all of this... he gets his revenge- in a way, he forgives those he feels deserves it... but also he forgives himself for his past mistakes that he didn't even know he learned from.

I just have so many feelings about him and all of the scenarios he could get himself into when he isn't confined to the limits of the story he is doomed by and haunts himself.

Next is Graskogr of Strilgahl and Isabeau, they are a couple of destiny do NOT separate them. let's start with Gras:

♡Graskogr of Strilgahl, 874 years old give or take a few years, 12'9", fantasyyyy so anything I say goes yay =], they speak with two voices (i imagine it to sound like a duet, in the beginning I thought of something like the duet between Ashley Barrett and Daniel Korb from the Hades soundtrack bc their voices together are absolutely beautiful. But not im thinking its something like whatever those two characters from this game my friend plays. One voice is gruff and animalistic while the other is light and serene.) sometimes one voice leads while the other has an overlaying whisper it just depends. Ruler of a kingdom that they had lived in their centuries long life, having overthrown the previous ruler and brought peace and prosperity to their kingdom. Though they are now hated by every other surrounding kingdom, either for how long they've been in power or just becuase of how powerful they themselves are. Having been granted great magical ability from their godlike parentage, they have a fully golden akorhraca (bullshit fantasy metal I made up lol) arm that can transform into any weapon they wish. Though more of a curse than blessing, they need magical energy to survive. And a lot of it. And if they call upon their weapons too often or use too much power the ichor spreads. They have fissures of the stuff all over their body like lightning scars almost. Something akin to a big dark blue broken plate fixed with gold.

They've had so many marriages over their life, most ending with the partner leaving. As a product of whoever not wanting to be with them or being to afraid of them or for whatever reason once the political side of things was secured the partner would end the marriage. And they would let them, gladly. Not really caring here nor there abiut a relationship, until one. Karya, a human, far smaller and fragile than them. It was the first time in their life they had felt something like love. Though that wasn't necessarily what they would have called it, not having the words to describe how they felt. (And honestly neither do I lol) The two lived happily for many years, Gras allowing themselves to dote on this tiny woman and also allowing her to do the things she could for them as well.

But then she got sick. Gras tried everything they could to heal her, but for some reason... nothing they did worked. So unfortunately the beloved queen passed. And they went into a deep grieving, a depression so deep they shut everyone and everything out for a few centuries. At one point in the beginning even closing off the kingdom to anything and everyone other than those who greatly needed their help. Refusing to speak anything more than a grunt or one word answer whenever a steward would ask something of importance to the kingdom.

They even gained a new pronoun during this time, they start using It to refer to themselves as well lol.

Though after their initial grieving, they went into a rage. So terrifying and powerful that it woukd be spoken of for centuries after, and it is also a reason as to why they are so hated. Taking their seemingly unending anger out whatever they felt like. But thankfully it didn't last too long. But it would scar their public perception from other kingdoms forever. Oh they also sort of become an assassin for hire as well during this time. Not even seeing the need to disguise themselves either so everyone knew it was them who was coming for their targets lol. Though instead of being paid in money they would be paid in things that would help their kingdom, that admittedly would struggle due to their absence.

Most of their time, however, after their rage would be spent in the chambers that they had dedicated to Karya.

Okay enough doom and gloom, well not really but whatever, now onto Isabeau!

♡Isabeau, a harpy woman who has lived with her flock in the mountains her entire life. Until she is accidentally cursed by some novice magic user to be a tiny little bird. Unable to speak or transform back, the magic user feels absolutely awful for the wrong they have caused her. Vowing to help return her to her glorious self, the two set out to undo this curse. Eventually being separated by a strong wind that blows Isabeau's tiny form aaaaaaaaaaallllll the way to Strilgahl.

Where the first interaction she gets with Graskogr is they try to shoot her with an arrow from their fantasy metal arm.

Off to a great start.

So she retaliates by trying to use her small but sharp talons to scratch them. But it doesn't do anything, not even leave a mark.

And something stirs inside Graskogr, a light feeling he hasn't felt for many years. Seeing the tenacity of this little tiny thing to live. To not die by their hand. It causes them to laugh, truly for the first time since their beloved passed. Though it was nothing more single chuckle. But still.

It confused Isabeau, who just moments before this hulk of a figure was just trying to kill her. And now it was... laughing. Or almost laughing? She wasn't sure. . . Just as long as death wasn't staring her in the face. And at this point she is so exhausted she just passes out.

So Gras takes care of this little bird, a thing that it's beloved loved so much..

Aaaaand unfortunately that's kind of all I have for sure for them. But there is also some dream stuff, where Gras sees Isabeau's true form in their dreams but all they really see is a person made of light so they think st first that it is Karya guiding them. And maybe in some way it is. Karya may be watching over these two idiots and be pushing them together so that they can be happy.

They teach each other how to love and trust and l i v e again. Despite the harships and curses. Despite everything. The live and they love. And for them, that is enough.

( and also for this Fantasy land Leandro also has a form here where he is a fallen star turned Mortal and Human. Or he thinks he's Human. He has amnesia from the fall and transformation. Lol but other than that and some more magical powers he's basically the same character. )

Aaaaaand that's all I have time for folks. If these characters of mine are interesting for you and you read this far. I love yooouuuuuuu lolol ask me more stuff about them and I may have answers to give.

#clonesome #kapuchino357

[tonguetiedraven]

May I suggest a lil fic bit thats a tad bit spicy? Maybe smth with a bit of long distance ? Like Ryuuji has to travel for a mission/exorcism and when he gets back a few weeks later neither Rin nor fireball can keep their hands on Ryuuji? That or its the other way around and Ryuuji cant keep his hands off Rin bc he missed him as well, I rarely see any Ryuuji centered fics when it comes to this stuff

Absolutely! I went the Ryuuji route, because you're entirely correct about him not getting to play that role often :D This is the tumblr safe version, but there will be a full scene coming to Ryuuji's Guide for Demonic Boyfriends: Bedroom Edition, soon ;)

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Everyone always assumed it was Rin, which baffled Bon because he had never been subtle about how much he was attracted to the halfling. Hell, his friends and family had been teasing him about it for years, and it was embarrassing but expected.

It was a fact. Rin liked to cook, Kuro liked sunbeams, and Bon was hungry for Rin. Rin was hot as hell (sometimes literally), gifted with his hands, mouth, and tail, and Bon was left satisfied with all aspects of that part of their life together. Fireball or Rin, it didn’t matter which part of his lover was at the forefront, they were fantastic and wild and creative, and Bon was all too happy to get the look from his partner and ditch whatever they were doing in favor of finding a remotish place to respond to that burning hunger.

He got questions about what it was like — people were endlessly curious and it wasn’t like information on sex with demons was easy to find. (Bon knew it was almost impossible because damn it all, he had looked and come up almost dry and he only accepted information from Lewin when he was really desperate, and it was honestly easier to just find out information with Rin than face those conversations.) He got questions about how wild Rin was in the sack and what it was like to ‘tame’ a demon —always in a joking tone that did nothing to hide their obvious curiosity — and he never answered those because it was none of their damn business what his partner was like in the sack.

They always came at it like Rin was the one that would obviously be hungry, and like Bon was the one that would have to bend in some way to satisfy his insatiable appetite.

They were idiots who couldn’t see. Yeah, Bon didn’t exactly go for much more than handholding in public, but he let himself look, and it didn’t take much to realize that he was the one wound around Rin’s fingers, and not the other way around. 

He had wanted Rin from the moment he lit up that diseased castle, and yeah, that meant so much more than the kisses and the sex, but that shit was part of it too.

— — — — —

The problem was, they didn’t separate often (they didn’t have to because they worked really well together) but when they did, it was always agony. Rin barely ever remembered to text, and distance didn’t help his focus with that. When he did think about it, Rin’s first instinct would be to try and call to make up for the forgetting but Rin — God love him — had never been able to keep up with timezones, and it would almost always be the middle of the night for Bon. Bon who would get up anyway because he was head over heels for the boy and would take whatever he could get even if it was the dead of night. Hearing Rin’s voice helped to soothe the worry that wouldn’t fully go away until Rin was in his arms again, and even if he wasn’t sleeping, he’d feel calmed while they talked.

Sleeping was always hard when he was alone — even though he’d spent more of his life alone in bed than sharing with Rin — so he was tired and lonely and horny, and it all built up and built up until he was angrily drinking the most caffeinated green tea he could find and glaring at the clock that refused to move faster and bring his partner back.

(Lewin would always notice, and he would tease, and Bon deserved extra vacation days for not just punching that obnoxious smirk right off his face.)

Now…

[Got the ticket! See you soon （*＾3＾）/～♡]

Bon stared at the text and his when?! response and tried to remind himself that he loved Rin dearly and he couldn’t change the things that made Rin… well, Rin. Rin was spontaneous and passionate and absolutely terrible at keeping track of things that weren’t in his direct eyeline.

It had been half an hour, and no response. There wasn’t going to be a response most likely, and he should just be grateful that Rin had sent that much. 

Bon chugged the rest of his tea, got up from his desk, put in a request for a sick day, and left the Kyoto office to get some groceries — Rin would want to cook as he rambled about the mission and there wasn’t much in the apartment right now — and to try and work off some of the excessive energy in his own gut so he didn’t just attack his partner the moment he walked through the door.

There was still no text by the time he’d put away the groceries, so he got Kuro and they went out for a run together, Kuro side-eying him the entire way and muttering out a series of teasing meows that had Bon blushing and wishing he could speak cat sidhe just to defend himself. 

He wasn’t running only for that reason. He also didn’t like hanging around the empty apartment. It was too quiet and big without Rin. The halfling brought it to life and it just felt incomplete when it was just them.

He got back, still no text and still no Rin, and plopped down on the couch to try and read away his impatience. 

It was an hour and half a crime novel later when there was a knock on the door. 

“Ryuuji?! I forgot—”

Bon didn’t give him a chance to finish the statement (Rin always forgot where he’d put his keys and couldn’t remember the spell Bon had put on them so he could find them) before he was at the door, undoing the lock, and tugging the door open to see Rin standing in front of him with the biggest of smiles.

“Ryuu—” Bon reached forward and fisted Rin’s coat “—oh!” and used that to jerk Rin into the apartment.

Bon got his other hand on Rin’s face, curling around his jaw and drawing him closer and tilting his face up so he could look at him properly. There didn’t seem to be any bruises or new scars, but it was always hard to tell with how fast Rin healed.

Rin laughed, a delighted little bubble of noise, and wrapped his arms around Bon’s waist, cuddling close as his tail took care of shutting the door and flipping the deadbolt. Bon was thoroughly scented in a matter of seconds as they drew closer.

“Heya, cute stuff,” Rin said, grinning up at him while Bon ran his hand over Rin’s arm to check for any wounds there. “Don’t worry. I didn’t get hit.”

Relief was immediate and had him crushing Rin closer. He took a moment to just breathe in the scent of him, like a campfire with something a little dangerous, and nuzzled his cheek as Rin’s tail wagged cheerfully.

“Promise,” Rin said, and that wall that Bon needed.

“Then in that case,” he used the hand he had on Rin’s face to pull him into a kiss while his other hand released Rin’s uniform to grab his ass instead, squeezing through the fabric of his slacks and trying to decide if he wanted to heft Rin up and get those long legs around his waist, or if he wanted to get him in the living room and on the couch. The bedroom was too far away.

Rin inhaled sharply and flickered with flames as his right hand shot up to tangle in Bon’s hair and pull. Which was not and had never been fighting fair. It pulled a growl out of his throat that had Rin gasping.

Bon hefted Rin up by the back of his thighs and twisted on the spot, getting a bit tangled in Rin’s tail as it swung low and tried to curl around his leg, and Rin’s legs wound tight around his hip, but he managed to avoid falling and only banged the wall a little as he got them out of the entry and into the living room. He made a beeline for the couch, handling Rin’s weight easily as his partner tugged at their clothes, getting them open (there was an almost endless sound of ripping Bon just couldn’t care about) and he kicked out with his foot to find the couch while he shoved his tongue in Rin’s mouth and dug his fingers into his boyfriend’s strong thighs. He didn’t care about his clothes. He just needed Rin closer. Needed him as close as he could possibly get him. 

He finally found the couch and fell onto it with a dull thud and a temporary ‘ooph’ from Rin that involved them not kissing for an agonizing moment. He made up for it by kissing the spot under Rin’s ear that had always made him flicker, and it still did. Enough that Bon could feel claws digging into his shoulder, and then shredding away the remaining fabric between their chests.

He’d worn old stuff, and Rin was the one that would have to put in the new uniform request, so he was fine with Rin destroying them. He’d lost countless clothes to his boyfriend. 

“Missed you,” he growled, sucking a mark to Rin’s jaw and rocking his hips forward against Rin’s, the clothes frustrating but the friction perfect. Hot hands dragged up his back, gripping tight as Rin’s whines rose up in the air and his flames flared. “So fucking much.”

“Ryuuji,” Rin cried out, trying to get him to move off Rin’s neck and up to his lips, but the mark wasn’t nearly big enough. It had been weeks, and Ryuuji wasn’t leaving until Rin felt every damn second of that time. Rin’s cries were exactly as he remembered them — as if he could possibly forget even one of them — sweet and guttural and needy and aggressive at the same time as they rocked against each other, fumbling at the last of their clothes, trying to get Rin’s shoes off while refusing to break apart. 

Rin, apparently done with patience, used his demonic strength to haul Bon back up so they could kiss fervently, hands tangling in hair and groping skin and hips working as Bon finally got one of the boots off and tossed it somewhere to be cared about later, and Rin’s leg hooked over his hip, heel digging into his lower back to push him closer, and—

With a growl, Rin rolled them over. Right off the couch. Bon fell onto his back with a yelp and Rin followed right after, still entirely wrapped up in him and knocked into Bon’s chest, sending most of his air out with a whoosh.

“Sorry!” Rin yelped, struggling to sit up. Bon locked his arms around Rin before he could get away.

“I don’t care,” he wheezed, arching up to reach Rin’s lips again, “I don’t care at all, and you’re not going anywhere.” 

He rolled them back over, pushing Rin into the cheap carpet as he found his lips again, kissing him and pulling at Rin’s belt until he finally got it undone.

“Fuck it,” Rin growled, and then the remaining clothes were no longer a problem and Bon finally got Rin fully in his arms and against him again.

— — — — —

Rin was trying to cook their meal, made a bit difficult by the fact that Ryuuji was hanging off him.

Not that Rin minded. He liked when Ryuuji got handsy. He liked it when his boyfriend clung to him and held him and cuddled him. Besides, he was strong enough to drag them both around, and yakisoba was something he could probably make with only one hand. 

Though it was kind of hard to keep from burning it when Ryuuji was kissing his neck like that. Bastard knew what that did to Rin’s concentration and how hard it made it to keep the flames in. 

A nip had him shivering and tilting his head back with an interested hum as Ryuuji’s arm tightened around his middle, squeezing him back against Ryuuji’s bare chest. The skin on skin was soothing, and had a purr rumbling from his throat. He stirred his noodles absently, twitching a little as Ryuuji nipped his jaw, and couldn’t quite stop his tail from slipping between Ryuji’s legs, curling around his boyfriend’s calf and squeezing affectionately.

Still, he blinked his eyes and forced his mind into gear. Food, and then more. Ryuuji had probably been eating those shitty boxed meals and Rin wasn’t letting that slide. His man was going to eat a real meal.

Ryuuji’s hand slipped under Rin’s apron, palm pressed against his stomach and fingers splayed wide.

“Smells delicious,” Ryuuji said, resting his chin on Rin’s shoulder and peering down at the food for all of a second before seeming to get distracted by Rin’s ear. That had Rin’s shoulders immediately rising in self-defense and a flicker of flames curling over his body as his knees went a bit weak.

“None of that,” he laughed, whacking Ryuuji’s hip with the chopsticks and getting a little sauce and a stray noodle on his pajama bottoms. “Dinner then dessert.”

“Can’t blame me for being hungry, babe.”

“Can and will.” Rin tilted his head and gave his boyfriend a kiss, all light and happy to be home. To be home and wanted. He felt safe — he was never in danger on the missions, not with his powers — but he felt like he could be himself here. He always felt at home with Ryuuji. Like he could be himself. Ryuuji wanted him to be himself. Ryuuji had seen all his bits and liked it. He wanted it.

(That was obvious from the mostly healed hickeys he’d been covered with, and the fantastic greeting he’d received.) 

Ryuuji kissed him back, reaching up to cup his face because Ryuuji liked to hold him when they kissed. It had thrilled him when they were young, and now it made him feel grounded. Secure.

He pulled away before Ryuuji could deepen it — he was feeding the boy, like it or not — and grinned.

“Almost done. Just gotta get—” Rin shuffled over, dragging Ryuuji with him, and reached for the cabinet. He was always a little too short for this shelf. “—the—hey, koala. If you’re gonna be hanging around, could you grab that bowl?”

Ryuuji, head still resting on Rin’s shoulder, peered up at the shelf. “The big one?”

Rin nodded and Ryuuji got it without letting go of Rin. If anything, Rin was hugged tighter. He couldn’t help a laugh, happiness all bubbly and bright inside him. Warmer than his flames, but too big to hold in like they usually were. 

He added a few finishing touches and poured it all in the big bowl. Then, hefting it up with one hand, he turned in Ryuuji’s arms to push up on his heels and press a long kiss to Ryuuji’s lips before breaking away and sauntering towards their couch. 

He could feel Ryuuji’s eyes on his ass, and if he put a bit of an extra sway into his hips, well he’d blame it on his wagging tail. 

Ryuuji followed right after him, settling down close on the couch, leaning in for another kiss, and relieving Rin of the bowl. He set it on the table, and then, as if it was just easy, he scooped Rin up and plopped him back down in his lap.

“I said food first,” Rin couldn’t help but point out even as his tail wagged wildly and gave himself away. Ryuuji’s arms looped around his waist, and his boyfriend shrugged as he gave a playful smile.

“I know. I just wanna hold you. I’m not trying anything.” 

Rin nodded his approval, still grinning a bit silly, and reached for their dinner.

“Yet.”

Rin whacked him with his tail and barely resisted a laugh. He hated leaving, but God, he loved coming back and feeling wanted. Feeling missed. 

He set the bowl in his lap and scooped up a few noodles, lifting them to Ryuuji’s mouth and waiting a beat for him to open his mouth. He did, eyes hungrily locked on Rin as he squeezed him a bit closer.

Rin could really only follow that bite up with a kiss. Ryuuji wasn’t the only hungry one, and it really had been a long trip.

#bonrin #bon x rin #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #rin okumura #ryuuji suguro #bon suguro #ryuji suguro #bon/rin #aoex #bonfire #ane #aoe

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THE NEW BILY CH IS SO GOOD OMG!!! JK WAS SO HOT! (I was so horny. I can’t imagine how much worse it is for you lol) His teasing but also being kinda soft. The laughter aww. The description of mc’s pussy being open and dripping so much slick is so hot omg! (I was in between feeling “oh no what if the pussy dilation is too much for me?” and “eh it can’t be that bad” when I saw the tags in the ask. But the latter is true lol) The diss on the ex’s size LOL Jk not letting her get away from the bed at the start omg. Manhandling yes. And I love that jk is direct with asking mc about her insecurity/embarrassment ahh. He’s so nice TT but he also ended up being a lil too rough bc he’s ok with it oh no lol poor mc. The hobi and mc are related as subs part makes me crave seeing them in a scene as subs together again omg. We got to know more about the pack in terms of sex from jk yay. Jin ordering jk and hobi to make each feel good for the day omg. The ending is scary lol I wonder what the punishment(s) will be. And if it’ll be immediate or later since they haven’t eaten yet hm. Why didn’t the others feed them :( I guess they were busy :/ On another note, I felt so sad when mc was having negative thoughts. I hope she communicates with the others on it so they can reassure her that they love her so much TT Yoongi feeling needy for more affection from mc is too cute omg TT and more noodle info! Noodle waiting for Hobi around when he gets home TT I did think of the cat from the most recent ask for Noodle but kept forgetting to send in an ask to the author lol Mc has Moonbyul’s number and Moonbyul knows their address?? It’s cute that mc wanted to make hobi happy but don’t get more involved with Moonbyul for him :/ I hope that Moonbyul was satisfied with mc acting ditzy and cute. And he would be happy with less materialistic things and more affection from mc prob. Wouldn’t he and the pack be suspicious of how mc has these car(s)?? Ugh Moonbyul and Hyejin are so creepy. Idk if the omegas in their pack are consensually stuck in the nest omg… (maybe yes bc life is only bliss for them. But what about other aspects of life like hobbies and stuff??)

-🖤

YES I FINSLLY GOT ROUND TO READING JT

it was so good

JUNGKOOK X M/C SCENE WAS SO SO GOOD IM IN LOVE HIM HYPING HIMSELF UP THROUGHOUT IT AS WELL WAS TOO PRECIOUS AND THE SLICK SND HIM JUST BEING OBSESSED WITH HOW SMALL AND CUTE SHE IS WAS TOO MUCH AND HIS PLETHORA OF DILDOS the horny never ends

the manhandling 😋 yes please

ah so many rules were broken 🥲 i think maybe they’ll wait it out a bit before any punishment… but i’m interested to see how it plays out especially with the skipping meals part. i don’t know if yoongi and jimin were home, maybe that’s why no one thought to feed jungkook and the m/c, jin didn’t seem to see hoseok either when he got home maybe he’d gone out assuming they’d eat lunch after they’d done what they had to do in the bedroom

all geumjae slander is good slander, as a full time hater the dick comment was perfect and i hope that man is mad in his grave, imagine being an alpha and your beta brother has a bigger dick than you LMAO

i love noodle so much 😭 he’s so cute and i love that he only likes the m/c and hoseok. it’s cute how he puts up with yoongi because he feeds him as well even if he is an ankle biter— and i’m so happy the pack let her keep noodle even if he is devil spawn

just the thought of a grumpy little cat who filled her around, her carrying him around 😭 ahh i want a pet

the m/c’s self deprecating thoughts makes a lot of sense and i know communication is key but i think holly is good as expressing how hard it is to put thoughts into words sometimes without wanting to sound like you’re searching for compliments or constant validation without it becoming annoying. obviously as the reader we know that the pack don’t mind having her there and that she isn’t expected to do what she did with her ex husband. and old habits die hard so i think it’ll take her a while to realise that maybe just her being there is enough

ah moonbyul… it was very stupid calling her. and i can only imagine what yoongi is going to say whenever he finds out. obviously the car was hers and she’d told hoseok that her ex had bought it for her, i think they’re going to question why a random woman was dropping it off and where it had been this entire time and i think that’s going to cause a little more trouble

especially since moonbyul is gonna want compensation for doing this favor, i think her pretending to be ditzy and moonbyul brushing her off was just a way for her to ask the m/c for something when she needs it because now she’s in debt to her 😭 i think she’ll rock up to the house and ask the m/c to go out with her or something and hopefully another member of the pack if there to stop her because who knows what moonbyul will do when they’re alone.. i hope at least yoongi is there because as the beta he can kinda maybe steer the situation away from something bad

kinda off topic but about everyone having secrets, i’ve only been able to figure out moonbyul’s secret 😭 i was so happy when i figured it out as well because i’m usually shit at at figuring out clues in stories and i’ve never smiled so much when i finally figured her secret out— it made so much sense once i knew as well and i’m interested to see how that changes the story or if anyone else in the story will find out

i have no idea about any other secrets though, i’m stuck with those one. hoseok and jungkook, even the m/c i literally have no idea and i wish i had the time to go back through the whole series and try and find little clues but it’s so long i would be there for days and even then i probably wouldn’t figure it out. i think jimin has another secret as well??? ARG IM TOO STUPID

ALSO very off topic but i was on tiktok earlier and saw this and thought of you

the horny hours never stop

#ask #🖤 anon #bily fan club

[kagehinataboke]

you probably think this is too fast bc i think you just posted that prompt list, but in my defense, i missed you, okay? your writing is awesome! can you do "say my name" "louder" with tdbk? :c

awww you missed me? ;-; thank you sm anon hnghhh, it’s good to be back again at least with the plague i’m less busy now ig

“say my name” “louder” — tdbk

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It didn’t start out this way. Really, it didn’t. They had behaved like normal rivals—and by that, Katsuki means that they were constantly at each other’s throats. After a while, that turned into a tentative friendship. Things only started to change once Kaminari decided to hijack the pool. Students don’t have free use of the swimming facilities, so—of course—Kaminari and Ashido came up with the brilliant idea to sneak in after hours and throw a party.

Katsuki was against it for obvious reasons. He tried and tried to convince the morons to give up, but you can’t fix stupid. Instead of stopping them, he resigned himself to tag along and keep them from getting themselves expelled or arrested. That, in essence, is how he ended up here.

The night‘s been fine so far. Or, as fine as a disaster can be. Most of 1-A is here, other than the obvious rule-followers—Iida and Yaoyorozu. (And Mineta, but he wasn’t invited in the first place.)

Tsuyu, Deku, and Uraraka are in the shallow end tossing around a beach ball and splashing each other like preschoolers. Ashido and Kaminari are playing a game of poolside blackjack that‘s getting a bit too rowdy. Everyone else is absorbed in a volleyball match, girls vs. boys. The only person still missing from the equation is Todoroki. He definitely came: Katsuki remembers seeing his stupid hair over by the locker room earlier.

“I’ll be right back,” Katsuki tells Jirou, who’s serving as the volleyball ref. She gives him a thumbs up before turning to shout at Tokoyami for making a faulty pass.

Katsuki trudges across the wet cement and into the silent rec facility, his footsteps squelching against the tile floor. The locker rooms are in the back corner, about as far from the water as you can get. If Todoroki is in there, he must be sitting in total darkness. (Ashido and Kaminari agreed that if they turned on the lights, they’d definitely get caught.)

Inside the locker room, Katsuki’s footsteps echo even louder. He passes between the sets of dusty blue lockers and approaches the showers. Todoroki is sitting against the far wall, staring through the window at the full moon. Weirdo.

“What the fuck are you even doing?”

Todoroki jumps. He turns to look at Katsuki, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. “Oh, it’s just you.” He hugs his knees to his chest. “I needed some quiet.”

“You and me both,” Katsuki grumbles, sliding down the wall beside him. “I never should’ve come to this stupid fucking thing. Half of me wants to turn them in.”

“But you’d be an accomplice,” Todoroki points out.

“Yeah.” Katsuki sighs and tilts his head back. After a moment of silence, he twists his neck to look at Todoroki. “Were you just going to sit alone in the dark? That’s fucking creepy. Unless you came in here to do something else.”

“Like what?” Todoroki frowns. He’s always slow to pick up on jokes.

“Like jerk off. I wouldn’t put it past you, Half n’ Half.” Katsuki snickers. “Actually, I take it back: You’re too fucking uptight for that kind of thing. Looking at your dumbass face, I can’t imagine you having a sex drive.”

“I do,” Todoroki protests with a scowl. “And it’s quite good, in case you were wondering.”

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki feels like they’re not close enough to be having this kind of conversation, but it’s satisfying to see Todoroki’s composure crack. “Do it then.”

Todoroki freezes. “Do… it…?” he repeats slowly.

This is too easy. Katsuki is nearly choking on suppressed laughter.

“Jerk off. Go on, whip it out.” He makes a fapping motion for good measure. The childish action is worth it to see Todoroki’s face go red.

“…You can’t be serious.”

“I won’t believe you unless you do it.”

Todoroki shakes his head. He seems to think for a moment, and then sighs. “Fine. I suppose it can’t be helped.”

In an instant, all humor evaporates from the situation. Before Katsuki can clarify that he was indeed joking and that the last thing he wants to see is Todoroki rubbing one out, he’s already got his dick in hand.

Katsuki’s throat goes dry. He should’ve expected this, in hindsight: Todoroki is definitely petty enough to whip it out to prove a point. Unfortunately, right now, all he can do is deal with his karmic punishment: Todoroki has a huge dick. Go figure. The more his hand moves, the bigger it gets.

Christ. How can he do this in front of someone else? Katsuki can’t even bring himself to jerk off where someone might hear him, let alone with someone watching. Todoroki’s not even being shy about it. His head’s tilted back and he keeps biting his lip, which does little to stifle his heavy breathing and slight moans.

He’s not stopping. He’s actually going to finish. Are you serious?

“Stop.” Katsuki reaches out to grab his wrist without thinking: His first mistake.

Todoroki looks at him. Making eye contact with him is Katsuki’s second mistake. They stare at each other, the air between them full of Todoroki’s shaky breaths. For what feels like an eternity, they just sit there. Then, when Katsuki’s hand twitches, Todoroki groans.

Something in the air between them cracks. Katsuki pushes Todoroki’s shoulder into the wall and kisses him. He isn’t sure why he does it, but when Todoroki opens his mouth in a gasp of surprise, it’s all over. Katsuki shifts closer, pushing his tongue into the open space. Instead of pushing him away, Todoroki moans into his mouth.

Katsuki tries to move his hand before he remembers where it is. Todoroki moans again; a deep, gutteral sound. He pushes Katsuki back, pinning him against the tiled floor. He jerks Katsuki’s shorts and boxers down in a single movement, cutting off his protest with a deep, invasive kiss.

He deserves this. This is what he gets for being an asshole. The worst part is, Katsuki actually likes it. A lot.

Todoroki’s hand slowly moves down Katsuki’s dick from shaft to base. (It’s already rock hard: that much is easy to tell without looking.) His fingers twitch, and Katsuki groans. Todoroki pulls back, licking his lips to break the trail of saliva linking their mouths. His eyes are hazy with desire.

“Why…” Katsuki pauses to get his breath back. “Why did you stop?”

“Sorry.” Todoroki smirks, as if he was waiting for the question. He sits up, pulling Katsuki into his lap in a single smooth movement. ”I’ll keep going.”

Before Katsuki can protest, Todoroki presses their dicks together and starts moving his hand. Katsuki throws his head back. He rocks his hips into the movement, biting his lip until he can’t hold back his voice. “Fuck, fuck…!”

“My first name,” Todoroki says, breath hot against Katsuki’s neck. “Say it. Say my name.”

It takes Katsuki a moment to force the word out. “…Shou…to.”

Todoroki’s hand moves faster in response. “Louder.”

“Shouto…!” Katsuki cries out in pleasure with the final, euphoric twitch of Todoroki’s fingers. He slumps against his chest, gasping for air and shuddering. He’s still riding out the waves of ecstasy when Todoroki’s hand starts moving again.

“Wa…wait,” Katsuki protests. “I just came, I can’t—“

Todoroki ignores him. Much to Katsuki’s horror, his dick is up again. Todoroki’s too. Katsuki didn’t even know it was possible to get hard this quickly after cumming. It feels so good that it almost hurts. The more he listens to Todoroki’s ragged breathing, the more he loses his mind.

Katsuki gets the feeling this is going to cause a lot of problems…

#some of you may say this is ooc but if you dont think todo is the type of person to whip it out to make a point then ur lying to urself #not a full sex scene bc i wanted to play around a bit #hope you enjoy anon #calla.txt #todobaku #tdbk #mha #bnha #answered asks

[buckyhoney-library]

worst behavior, b.b

A/N: Surprise, i released it earlier than expected! I just- i hope you enjoy, bc this is probably the filthiest thing i've written- i also changed the plot a little bit!

Request: hiiii could i request a one-shot where professor!bucky sees you eyeing his metal arm bc he pushed his sleeves up one hot day and proceeds to keep you after class to do smth abt it? you can make it as kinky as you like, maybe some degrading and breeding if you’re comfortable w that! ugh i’m a whore for professor!bucky

reblogs & likes are greatly appreciated & highly encouraged

Warnings: 18+, professor!bucky, dom!bucky, age gap (f early 20's), degrading kink, public masturbation, oral (m&f), fingering, spanking, light choking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, sorry for any missed typos!

Word Count: 4.6k, you already know i get carried away with bucky

You shuffle through the hallways of the historic building. The walls are decorated with paintings and engravings. Students walking in various directions making the hallway crowded and hard to get through. Every now and then, students would stop to talk to friends or professors. This halts the moving traffic, causing jams and irritated groans from other students. The satisfaction sets in when you glance down at the time and notice it’s nine fifty-seven. In three minutes, you’ll be officially late to class.

The other classes you take bore you- making it hard to stay focused. They are the generic first-year classes that everybody dreads. You always end up doodling or drifting in and out of sleep throughout the period- but this class? This is the only class that excites you.

World History with Professor Barnes.

You wake up extra early in the morning to get ready for his class. You put a little more effort into your appearance than the other classes. The thought of the professors and students seeing you in sweats and hoodie didn’t bother you. Professor Barnes’s class on the other hand- you made sure you looked put together. His lecture has you wanting to wear the shortest sundresses with little to nothing underneath them.

Being late to Professor Barnes’s class is frowned upon and requires immediate attention when it becomes excessive. The immediate attention was an after-hours meeting with Professor Barnes to discuss what could possibly be more important than his lecture.

The first time you showed up late, happened to be the first day of class. When you rushed into the lecture hall, your heart nearly stopped by the man in front of you. Brunette hair’s swept back, piercing blue eyes, and a button-up that looked a size too small- showing off his bulging biceps. The fitted navy-blue button-up was rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone. His biceps on full display through the material- showing off the vibranium. You swallowed hard as he began to scold you in front of the entire hall.

“I do not tolerate tardiness. Enough tardies require a private meeting after hours.” His light blue eyes never broke contact with yours, darkening with lust the longer he looks at you- taking you all in.

It was almost as if he was telling you to be late. There is a faint heartbeat between your legs, you cross them in fear he could hear the throbbing from where he stands. You began to daydream about the warm metal wrapped around your throat, while his other fingers were buried inside you. Or the prints that would be left against the flesh of your ass. You nod slowly with the most innocent eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Professor Barnes. I had gotten lost. It will never happen again.” You say innocently, playing up the role- even going as far as pouting your lips.

Bucky’s cock twitched at the sight of your puffed-out lips. Begging to be made an example out of you in front of the class. You smile back at him, patiently waiting to be excused to your seat.

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again, Ms?”

“Y/L/N.” You purr.

“You may find a seat Ms. Y/L/N.”

He looks are you properly, eyeing you up and down. His eyes fixated on your hips, swaying side to side as you walk up the steps, your skirt flapping up behind you- teasing him. Bucky knew you were going to be trouble this semester- and trouble is exactly what you had been for the last month.

You did everything in your power to get him to keep you after class. Bucky is getting more and more fed up with you- acting so innocent. He knew damn well that you want nothing more than to have your pretty little mouth stuffed with his cock- gagging and gasping for breath.

He hates that you are pretending like you had no idea the amount of frustration you are causing him. The amount of self-control Bucky exhibits is astounding. Especially on the days, you come in wearing close to nothing- claiming it was ‘just too hot outside’ or when you sit in the front row with a lollipop in your mouth, exaggerating the moans as you suck the red hard candy.

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You straighten out the wrinkles out of the floral baby blue sundress, before turning the knob on the door.

“Ms. Y/L/N. You’re late- again.” Professor Barnes states sternly, not bothering to look at you.

Bucky caught a glimpse out of the side of his eye- you were wearing his favorite dress and knew he couldn’t look at you in the eye without taking you right there.

This is Bucky’s favorite dress. He loves the way it holds your breasts higher and how it hangs over the curve of your ass so nicely.

How much prettier would the dress look across his lap.

Bucky can’t take his eyes off of you when you walk and the dress flows with every step- sometimes a little too much. This grants him a sneak peek of your favorite lacey white panties- or sometimes the lack thereof. He stiffens at the sight of the fabric covering your pretty little cunt, taunting him.

For the past month, all Bucky could think about is that cunt. How tight you’d be around him- hearing you whimper and whine when he finally enters you, stretching you out to fit perfectly. He wonders if you could take him all at once or if he needs to warm you up with his fingers- but the thing he thought about the most: how sweet you must taste. The question alone could get him off.

How desperately he wants a taste of you.

“Mr. Barnes I am sorry-“ You begin to play into your act before he cut you off,

“Find your seat.” He still not bothering to look at you.

Disappointment floods your face from the lack of attention. In an effort for payback, you sit in the first row already pouting. He began the lecture by discussing the homework he had assigned the night before. You reach into your bag, pulling out the folder.

Expecting you to be in your usual spot in the back of the lecture hall, Bucky clenches his jaw at the sight of you sitting with your legs crossed shut in the front row, with your elbows on the small desk and hands cupping your face in boredom. His cock began to stir. Your breasts press together against the thin fabric- that is working extra hard to keep your breasts from being on display for everyone.

You see the frustration written on his face the moment he finally looks at you. You smirk at the successful payback.

The class goes on, but the material bores you. You begin to stare at Professor Barnes. You could hear the small adjustments from the vibranium as he moves about the lecture hall. Your breath hitches when he rolls his sleeves up. His biceps bulging against the fabric, a faint throbbing begins between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek holding back a whimper. You squirm in your seat, uncrossing your legs to press them together to relieve some pressure.

The sinful thought begins to overtake your mind, only making the throbbing worse by the added arousal pooling against the lace. Checking each side of you, you look to see if there are any other students close enough to you that were about to witness this risky act. There are students staggered behind you, but only a couple dare to sit in the first rows. They are intently listening to their professor- who has his attention on the chalkboard.

You swallow a lump, attempting to steady your breathing. You slip your hand below the desk, resting it on your upper thigh. With one more quick scan of the room, you slip your hand underneath your dress.

You inhale sharply at the contact with your aching cunt. The slow circles you draw over your lacey panties release a wave of pleasure. Your lips part and your eyes flutter. The idea of someone catching you- the idea of him catching you? Made the arousal seep through the material getting on your fingers. You close your eyes dreaming about how Bucky’s fingers would dip between your folds, collecting the arousal and forcing you to taste yourself. You could imagine the pornographic scene play out in your mind, the heavy panting and degrading remarks- your fingers slip inside the thin fragile material. The satisfaction of making direct contact with the bundle of nerves makes it almost impossible to bit back any moans. Instead, you let out silent breaths.

Your imagination continues with his fingers going back between the folds, teasing the entrance- making you whine. Bucky’s other hand groping your breasts harshly. The focus is solely on the clit that throws you hurtling toward your orgasm. You brace yourself for the pleasurable release.

Bucky turns around to flip the page of the textbook when he sees it- sees your legs parted with your middle and ring finger rubbing circles over your clit. He holds his breath, not believing the whore in front of him. Your pants becoming faster and heavier. The pleasure begins to boil over, sending you over the edge. You remove your fingers covering your mouth to muffle the whimpers.

When you come down enough to open your eyes, your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach. Red flushing your cheeks and your chest tightens- you have been caught. His jaw hung open in disbelief at what he just witnessed. This is the final straw, touching yourself in class? Cumming in class- in front of him. There is no hiding the growing bulge in his pants.

Bucky slams shut the textbook, The other students sit in confusion at the sudden outburst from their Professor.

“Make sure you read the rest of the chapter. Class dismissed.” He almost growls.

Bucky takes cover at his desk, covering any evidence of an erection. He pulls a random stack of papers to distract himself from the bulge in his pants.

You hurry to pack away your things- you know that you are in a world of trouble and wish to leave the room as fast as possible.

You pull the bag over your shoulder and head straight for the door, not making eye contact with anyone.

“Ms. Y/L/N. Stay.” His voice booming in the near-empty room.

You freeze in your tracks, holding your breath. You turn around to face the furious man seated behind the desk. The one man that now held all the power to expel you. You feel small and weak the closer you get to his desk. He waits till the last student leaves the room.

“Yes, Professor Barnes?” Anxiety begins to stir in the pit of your stomach.

“We need to discuss your behavior. Follow me.” The demand making you shiver.

Your legs wobble as you follow him to the room just off the lecture hall. It is his office. It is bigger than you have imagined it. The smell of oak and cigars filling your lungs the moment you enter. His dark mahogany desk is the focal point of the room. The walls are decorated with artwork he had collected over the years. The dark brown curtains are pulled shut. The only light source being the two standing lamps on reside on each side of his bookshelf. Knick-knacks covering the surfaces of the shelves and desk.

“Sit.” His voice is stern laced with lust.

The restricting fabric of the briefs and pants makes the bulge painful. You sit in the chair in front of his desk with your ankles crossed and hands in your lap.

“First, you’re late to my class.” He is stalks around you- like your prey. His arms crossed tightly against his chest.

“Then, you wear this provocative dress.” Bucky’s fingers glide up your arm, grazing over the thin strap on your shoulder. His touch burning your skin.

“Then, you proceed to touch yourself in the middle of my lecture- cumming all over yourself like a disgusting little whore.” His words starting up the throbbing.

Bucky leans against the edge of the desk and your eyes are fixated on your lap- not daring to make eye contact.

“I have every right to expel you,” You inhale preparing yourself.

“-but I’m not going to.” Your eyes shoot up meeting his.

They’re filled to the brim with lust and desire. You gain a boost of confidence soars through you with the knowledge that you aren’t getting expelled.

He tilts your chin up to him, getting a better look at you. Using your chin to turn your face to each side- examining the mouth that will soon be full of him.

Bucky runs his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling at it- parting your lips. You push your head forward, taking his thumb in your mouth- closing your lips around him. You hum, innocently locking eyes with him.

You had no idea what you just started.

A devilish grin tugs on the corners of his mouth at the sight of you taking his thumb. You hallow your cheeks, sucking gently.

“What a good little slut.” He purrs. Bucky removes his thumb and stands.

“But, you’re not getting off that easily. Come.”

You stand to your feet moving to stand in front of him. The throbbing increases between your thighs and the arousal seeping through your panties. Bucky looks down at you touching your shoulder and neck. He finally rests his hand on your cheek, rubbing the flesh gently. You swallow, tensing and untensing your jaw. Bucky sense your nerves,

“It’s okay, princess- you’ll only be a little sore.” Your heart skips a beat.

Your panties are now drenched in your wetness and you swear he could hear the throbbing. You dreamt for this day. He pulls your lips to his. Finally meeting yours. It is slow and passionate; you didn’t know if you could touch him- but he has his hands holding the sides of your face.

“On your knees.” His voice is low and dark.

You drop to your knees. You’re now eye to eye with his bulge. The hardened cock makes your mouth water. You lick your lips, looking at him before you reach for his belt. He nods granting you permission. The belt is undone along with the button of his dress pants. Your slow movements have Bucky in a trance. His eyes don’t leave you.

You tug the pants down, his length still trapped behind the black briefs. You feel his length and hear a low groan escapes his mouth. You place small pecks on top of the clothed member. You are salivating with every kiss, growing more eager. The underwear is pulled down, freeing the aggravated cock. It’s red and looks like it is going to burst within seconds. The girth and length surprises you and you begin to wonder if you can even fit him inside you- let alone your mouth. Nerves build within you and hesitantly look up at Professor Bucky.

“I don’t know if it will fit,” Your voice is quiet, he chuckles and lifts your chin once more.

“Make it fit.” His voice is just above a whisper, but dark and stern.

At that moment you realize that this wasn’t going to be a quick punishment. He is going to make you wish you never wore short dresses, late to his class, or cum in front of him. Bucky licks his lips in awe of how beautiful you looked kneeling in front of him. All the fantasies are about to come true.

You take his length in your small hands; you use both hands to warm him up- slowly building him up. The strokes begin slow and sloppy. Your thumb going over his tip. It’s angry and swollen, it’s begging to be drained. You rub small circles around it- mimicking your movements from earlier. Bucky’s breathing becomes slow pants. The pleasure building with each stroke.

You mentally prepare yourself, collecting all the saliva you could to the front of your mouth. You flicker your eyes up, the grin that grows on his face as you close your lips around his tip encourages you. His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping the strands at the root.

“Yes, take my cock in your mouth you filthy slut.” You hum around him.

He begins to slowly push your head closer to his pelvis, forcing you to take more of him. You were only halfway down his shaft when you gripped his thighs for support. Your ankles are crossed behind you and you are leaning back sitting on your feet.

Bucky didn’t care about staying silent. His low grunts and heavy pants left his lips as he grips your hair. The pure bliss he is experiencing is unlike anyone he’s had before. Based on your performance, he knew that you have had experience before. The thought of other men in your mouth drove him insane. His grip on your hair guides your mouth up and down his cock. He became more aggressive with his grip, quickening his pace.

“I just know you’ve been dreaming about my cock filling your mouth, hm? You’re such a stupid slut- wanting to suck your professor’s cock,” He moans.

You’re gagging on his length, trying your hardest to keep from pulling off of him. You hallow your cheeks adding extra pleasure and using one hand to pump the length while he guides your head. The longer you’re taking him in your mouth the less air you’re getting, the veins in your neck become prominent. You dig your nails into his thigh. Bucky hisses at the feeling of your nails sinking into his skin.

“That’s right, princess. You feel so good around my cock,” He purrs watching the tears forming from in the corners of your eyes.

You can’t take anymore without feeling like you were going to choke. Bucky feels the resistance of you attempting to pull off of him. He pushes your head fully down his length, causing a pornographic moan to leave his lips. Bucky yanks the roots of your hair, ripping you off his length. You gasp for air and cough at the sudden ability to breathe. Saliva coats your lips and his thighs.

“You better finish what you started.” Bucky hisses,

You nod wiping your mouth. This time around, he has precum oozing from his tip. You gather it with your thumb and coat the rest of his length, using it as lubrication. You take him once more, this time using both hands and your mouth. The combo is enough to send Bucky into orbit, but when you start sucking his tip and swirling your tongue around it- he knew it would be a matter of seconds before he would release his load.

“You taste so good, Professor.” You hum against his tip, your movements become faster- not bothering with a slow build.

Bucky grips the edge of the desk, you hear the vibranium cracking through the wood. The sound only eggs you on. The sounds of your slurping and moans, cause Bucky to twitch inside your mouth- signaling he is gonna cum at any moment.

Within seconds your mouth is filled with strings of cum. Bucky’s hips buck as your mouth continues to suck him off. The taste of him has become addicting, you want every last drop of him. You pull off of him, wiping up the spilled cum on your chin. Sucking it off of your finger.

“Shit, princess. You did so well finishing every drop.” He pulls you up from your knees.

“-but that doesn’t mean you’re done. You still need to be punished for your behavior in class. Do you understand?” You nod.

Bucky walks behind his desk. You follow, nervous about what your punishment will be.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Y/N. Bend over.” You do as you say.

Your breast smush against the dark wood, your eyes fixated on the photographs of him with family and friends. You smirk to yourself and look back at him. Bucky’s fingers trail up the backs of your thighs. He lifts the pretty blue sundress, finally seeing that perfect ass up close. Bucky’s cock throbs again when he sees that the underwear you’re wearing the cheeky white lace. So innocent, he thought. Bucky runs his palm over the meaty flesh, gripping and jiggling it. He moans at its effortless movement.

“Fuck!” You yelp, his palm makes contact with your ass cheek.

“I told you, princess. You need to be punished. Count them.” Another rough smack.

“Two.” The tears returning to your eyes, but the pleasure overpowers the pain.

You arch your back, wiggling your ass higher in the air, this time, he is able to get a sneak peek of the covered cunt that lived in his mind.

“Three,” This time, your eyes roll back and you’re seeing stars.

Bucky takes notice of just how soaked you are. He pulls the lace with his metal fingers, tearing through them in an effortless tug. The strings of arousal follow the fabric as it is thrown to the ground.

“Oh? You like getting punished? You soaked through your panties. You really are a fucking whore.” He runs his middle finger down your center, your body twitches once he reaches your swollen and needy clit. Bucky kneels, coming face to face with the glistening beauty. His dream is coming to a reality, he is finally going to taste you.

His tongue dips between your folds, causing you to gasp at the unexpected pleasure. Your ass is still in the air and his hands are gripping your inner thigh, pulling them apart, allowing more access to your sopping cunt.

“Just like I imagined it, so fucking sweet.” He is breathless, the taste of you becomes his new favorite flavor.

Bucky’s tongue licks up the access arousal and his thumb rubs small circles around your clit, making you whine against his desk. His mouth begins to place open mouth kisses against you, his tongue dipping inside you. You need something to grip and release the pent-up pleasure but result to releasing through you moans and whines. It is music to Bucky’s ears.

He pulls away from your dripping cunt, kicking your legs open, spreading them- giving him the best access he could get. His mouth returns to you. But this time giving full attention to your clit.

“I’m too big for your hole, princes. I have to stretch you out.” You whine, as his middle and ring finger slide inside you.

You’re a whimpering mess on his desk as his mouth and fingers switched places. His fingers stretching you out and his mouth on your clit. Bucky moans into you at the feeling of your pussy pulsating against his fingers. You are in pure bliss as he pumps his fingers, occasionally curling- hitting the spongey flesh of your g-spot. He swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking on it and releasing it with a pop. You feel yourself hurdling towards your orgasm. The pulsating becomes quicker, and the moans are now endless streams. Bucky knew you’re close to cumming around his fingers, but you had already came today. He removes his fingers and mouth in one swoop, leaving you breathless and irritated.

“You already came today; only well-behaved whores get to cum.”

You stare back at him in anger. Your cheeks are flushed red and you’re panting like you just ran a marathon. He takes amusement at the sight of you looking like a mess.

“Professor, please! I’ve been a good girl!” You whine, wiggling your ass backwards.

“I’ll think about it. It depends on how well you take this cock, princess.” You nod your head, bracing yourself.

Bucky pumps himself a few times before he slides his tip against your cunt. You dreamed of the moment you would feel him inside you. Him sliding into you and filling you up. The need and desire overtaking you and bucking your hips into his cock.

“I said to be good.” A more aggressive smack lands on your ass, this time he used the vibranium. You yelp in pain, knowing there is going to be a handprint on your ass. Branding you.

You gasp at the sudden fullness.

“I was going to be gentle, since you are not used to a cock as big as me, but since you want to be an inpatient slut- now I’m not going too.” Bucky rams his cock into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size.

He grunts at the sound of your whines and whimpers. He grips your hips using it to increase his speed. The purple and red marks form, where his fingers dig into you. Bucky groans at how tight you feel around him. The resistance from your walls getting him closer and closer.

Bucky continues at his pace while, but this time gripping the back of your neck. He tugs you back, lifting you. Your hands palm down on the desk, using it as stability. One of his hands pins your hands behind your back. Bucky pulls you back, flushing your bodies together. His fingers wrap around your neck. Your head falls back against his shoulder moaning at the sensation of his fingers around your throat. Bucky’s rhythm doesn’t slow down now that you’re standing. Your legs are still wide allowing him to go deep and hard.

“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, you know that?” You couldn’t even think.

You have entered another world. Your hands are still pinned behind you and your eyes are rolling back from the feeling of his other. All you could do is moan and sink into his cock.

“Fucking yourself in front of the class and cumming all over yourself- you fucking loved the idea of getting caught huh? I bet you would love someone to walk through that door and catch me fucking your sweet cunt.”

His words only push you further into nirvana. Your legs begin to feel weak, and the responsibility of standing is becoming too much. Bucky notices the sudden inability to stand.

“You gonna cum, princess?” You are barely able to function. You moan in response and he thrusts quicken- if that is even possible.

“Cum, princess. Cum around my cock,”

You see stars as a wave of pleasure washes overtakes you and you feel pure ecstasy. Your cunt contracts around his cock, sending Bucky over the edge. His cock pulsating and shoot loads of cum inside you, filling you once more.

“Fuck!” He moans one last time.

He collapses on top of you. Your hands catching your bodies as you lay pressed against his desk once again. Bucky pulls himself out of you, leaking with cum. You whimper at the sudden loss of fullness.

Your legs felt weak and standing on your own seemed like an impossible task. You are trying to catch your breath. The high cooling off and you regain the ability to talk.

You push yourself up, feeling the cum run onto your inner thigh. Bucky grabs a handful of tissues, wiping away the cum. He helps you sit down on his chair. Your breathing finally slows and the adrenaline wears off. You begin to feel the aftermath of every mark and muscle. You groan as you try to move from the seat.

Bucky walks over to you handing you a bottle of water and switches places with you, so you are now on his lap.

“I told you would be a little sore,” He chuckles, placing a kiss on your temple.

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[4dtk]

jaehyun as a bf

anon: “your writing brings me butterflies i love it you are so underrated!!!!! would love to request a jaehyun bf headcanons (like the one you did of mark <3)” thank you for the kind words anon <333 hope you enjoy this one!

(a bit of a plug lol but check out NCT 127's ideal r/s headcanons in this post!! i appreciate you checking it out! <3)

brief mentions of sex, but nothing explicitly nsfw!

likes to talk about music with you

especially jazz. there’s a plethora of songs out there with different renditions and sometimes he likes to ramble about who’s rendition he likes best

would play the piano for you if you asked, just maybe not after schedules or something. but usually when you’re free or alone together in the room, he likes you to sit beside him to listen to him play

you guys like to play a little game where he’ll play the chords and you play like a random note to create blobs of music

even if you don’t know how, the way the session always dissolves into giggles is his favourite thing in the world

if you know how to play the piano that’s great too!! jaehyun just likes the unexpected notes that come out since there’s no set melody in his mind

jaehyun needs to have some part of his body on yours at all times. like he has to hold your hand all the time, or a finger hooked around your backpack, or an arm around your waist.

at least when you’re together he does it very often and he’s just. obsessed with you lmfao

it’s also the reason he buys a promise ring when he’s sure of you as a significant other so you always have a part of him with you (his love)

would buy you those lockets for you to put pictures inside. he doesn’t care where you wear it though, around your neck, wrist, ankle, as long as the locket is on your person

he clings onto you like crazy in the mornings. jaehyun’s a heavy sleeper and likes to hug you on his side, so you’re always having trouble trying to pry him off of you in the morning

a bit nsfw: he likes morning lazy sex lol, ngl. jaehyun adores the rawness of your relationship in the morning and the sleepiness in your eyes when you’re gently pushing him away. he knows you don’t mean it but he makes sure you really want it first

loves the sunlight kissing your skin and the slow, gentle movements

so so intimate, he prefers it to the rougher forms of sex, but sometimes he doesn’t have that luxury since they leave for schedules quite often in the wee hours of dawn

for cuddling sense, jaehyun likes it when you’re under his arm and cuddled into his side. classic position but he dies every time inside when you look up at him and there’s this clueless look you have. has the biggest smile on his face after and you have to repeat the stuff you said bc he’s too distracted by how your eyes shine

second hot favourite (more of when you’re making out) is when you’re straddling him. nothing sexual, just like you on top of him when you’re kissing and stuff. he digs it when you’re pulling away for oxygen and he has to lift his body to reach for your lips again

gets flustered from kissing, but doesn’t show it. if he’s found a way to suppress the crazy crimson on his ears (which i doubt) then he will but his words will always contradict his expression

jaehyun can say “are you nervous, y/n?” with a smirk but his ears keep giving him away!!!!

mfer’s hands are shaking too when he trails it over your body. in disbelief you’re his.

sometimes shamelessly moans into the kiss LOL, not too loud but he whines when you pull away, and has to kiss you breathless again

when you kiss him, expect like a long-lasting kiss. doesn’t mind small pecks and stuff but he’ll want to savour your lips a little longer than a mere peck

jaehyun likes your neck too. when you’re hugging his face is always in your neck, placing small little butterfly kisses

you need to look out for him, always. mans always tripping over something at some point. it’s become more frequent now that he has you and my god he’s so unable to keep his eyes off of you that he trips over simple things. he once tripped over nothing

on the daily when he’s not tripping over you, he’s clumsy in a sense where he drops food on the table. he once struggled to tie up his growing hair into a mini ponytail bc it was just too little hair. the hair tie slipped from his fingers and shot itself into your face - those kinds of small small mishaps

it’s endearing but sometimes you can’t help but laugh at him

likes to take you out on impromptu dates. dates that are close by and easy to plan (?) i guess.

not saying jaehyun is a lazy boyfriend but he likes the more candid dates where you decide what to do as you go along. of course if it’s a big day like your anniversary or birthdays then he’d want to plan something out.

other than that, he just either lets you choose the places to go there or you two decide along the way. he doesn’t want to impose options for you and pressure you. if he’s being honest, he wouldn’t know where to go either lol so he just follows wherever you bring him

laughs so much when he’s with you. giggles, deep laugh, whatever you name it. your relationship is very light-hearted and he finds that he’s the one laughing more when you deliver jokes even tho he wants to make you laugh too

i can’t lie… his jokes can be dry sometimes i’m sorry jaehyun 😭 so he backs it up with laughter and has to catch his breath sometimes bc he finds it really funny

you’re not laughing at the joke, rather at his laugh so you might have to tell him that some way or another bc he’ll just keep making bad jokes i’m sorry y’all

he can’t handle the suuuuuper cheesy physically affectionate films or series (with shitty plot) but i feel like if the story’s interesting enough he’ll pay attention. likes bittersweet films too, i feel, gets him thinking

doesn’t mind cliched plots (fake dating / idealist girl meets realist boy / idk any others lol) but would propose something at the end that he thinks will make the movie/series more interesting

jaehyun likes to share his theories with you

unironically wants to learn the la la land tap dance scene with you. he ALWAYS hums city of stars too, no matter what. idk why but it sticks to him, in bed, in breakfast, when he’s doing something random

he did it once on the radio and he received a text from you in break that told him he was humming along to the song

with that said, jaehyun wants to try out the stuff in the rain quite a bit. making out, dancing, lying down, running, he likes that fascination that society has with doing things in the rain

doesn’t like it too much that he’ll get soaked, but as long as you’re with him and willing to do it, he’s all for it

jaehyun would def want kids in the future. wants to dote on them and buy them stuff and whatnot. wants to see them running around the house with laughter while you both struggle to contain the bursts of excitement they have

doesn’t care for the dynamic much. if he’s the one to stay at home to take care of them while you work, he can work with it. if it’s the other way round, he’s okay too

he just worries that if he’s still involved with the entertainment industry, you might have to take a back seat since he’ll be the one earning the money, and he doesn’t want babysitters either.

heart is so so full when he comes back home and you’re just playing with the kids, or singing them to sleep. any sight of you with him is enough to make him melt into a puddle

HAS to hold them even if they’re asleep. wants to always have them close to him while he nudges you to shower or get the food ready.

like jaehyun, he would wanna meet someone in a vinyl shop or bookstore. he knows it’s cliched but the thought of meeting someone when you’re buying something is exciting. anything unexpected for him, he welcomes it

the next few are just random, miscellaneous headcanons: he likes to see you in his clothes, preferably with nothing underneath. just his shirt lol. cheeky man

jaehyun likes it when you shower together (again, nothing sexual, just likes the domesticity)

likes it when you fall asleep on him

will never stop gushing about you to his parents, first time you met them they’re like “he’s told us so much about you!” and he really did

feels comfortable in your presence, no makeup, messy hair, no need for a perfect bod. he’s just jaehyun. jung yuno if you will

adores it when you call him “lover” i mean boyfriend is good, significant other is good, but lover is just chef’s kiss

it is a bit cheesy if you think about it, so it’s not often that you say it. when you do say it in songs when you’re singing it to him, he can’t stop smiling

plays lover, you should’ve come over when he’s on tour bc it’s the closest thing he can get to a replica of how he feels for you

and when jaehyun falls asleep to the song, all he can remember is your honey voice singing it to him. he’ll just have to hold onto it before he can see you again

<3

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[unohanadaydreams]

Polyandrous, sexy, hot relationship between fem reader and Shinji, Rose and Kensei😈😈😈🔥🔥🔥 (sorry, I had a typo in the previous ask😓🤭🙃😄)

Oh my god. Like, imagine being the filling between three captains….real hot girl shit.

Features: Smut, a lil angst, and me bending my back to make these three bang reader and each other.

this is fantasy not a how-to guide on poly relationships thanks.

largely unedited bc its thirst post tower content, and pretty much all consent is implied instead of strictly stated. i checked with all 4 of them though and they told ME it’s consensual. Except Kensei. He told me to fuck off ):

Triple Threat Team-up

(Shinji Hirako x Rose Otoribashi x Kensei Muguruma x F!Reader):

How it seeded:

The relationship started with Rose. He wooed you with his flowery words and romantic fashion, paired well with his cool demeanor. Although some of his ideas on love are dated, he’s not one you could call traditional.

As a group, the vizards have endured much and gained little unless they gave to each other. When Shinji walks in on you and Rose naked, using his shunpo to grab a CD before leaving, you find it odd. Rose does not.

He admits that most of the vizards have been some form of...thing at some time in the past. “You can’t be too shocked,” he says. “It’s hard to stay warm in a warehouse.” The phrasing is odd, letting you know there’s something more he means than winter temperatures.

How it took root:

Shinji is odd too. Casual, yet guarded in a way that becomes awkward should he be forced to relax. There is always a joke or gross face or biting word that keeps him at a distance.

The trick is alcohol, like it is for most people. Rose displays you, a bloom with glistening petals and fragrant scent at every private party he arranges. And eventually, Shinji stops finding reasons to flee, his fingers skimming your petal-soft skin as he kisses Rose.

The two of you lure Shinji in, kissing him softly, feeding him well, and paying him attention when he knocks on the window. Who doesn’t love a stray coaxed into domestication?

Rose speaks like he’s telling a story, his eyes most often on yours, his calloused fingers feeling their way down your body until you have to break the eye contact. You never feel like he’s playing you--using you like one does an instrument--, not at all. If anything, you feel as though he’s teaching you a dance, his steady instruction bringing you to revelation each lesson.

Shinji’s eyes are always, always moving to drink in your body as he moves with you, his mouth just as restless. He can never settle on the perfect position, always toying with having more of his body on yours versus more of your body on display. Each time is a revolving puzzle of moments that end well and make him want to test again.

Together, they are easily overwhelming, even when their focus is on each other. Rose’s proclivity for words gets Shinji’s skin flushed as much as yours. Shinji’s restless approach to sex keeps your eyes excited, the play of their bodies combining with the rise and fall of their voices to make for a thrilling, climactic show.

How it sprouted:

If anyone has taken the repositioning to the Seireitei like a bullet, it’s Kensei. He’s not one for shows of sentimentality, leaving the vizards in the human world be, half to keep from missing them and half to stay sane away from them. And the separation feels cruel, a sloppy sever somewhere inside of him that he refuses to see.

The news of Rose and Shinji sharing you wrinkles his nose at first. Really? Is it some kind of middle finger to the “Man”? Seems ostentatious, how open they are about it, like shoving their tongues down your throat in his personal quarters is acceptable. Sure, he’s cooking with his full, undivided attention on the kitchen, but Kensei still has ears. No way would he purposefully hone in on the wet sounds and mewling of you being pressed in between their bodies in the other room as his sauce breaks.

After a sound lecture, Rose and Shinji seem to get the message. Sort of. The couple nights a week that they insist are Kensei’s turn to cook, a nostalgic bit that squeezes his heart enough to agree to, still happen. But it’s just you and Kensei.

And eventually, Kensei can’t help but ask the questions he wants to know, albeit fueled by visible frustration. It’s aggressive and a bit mocking, how he asks, but you answer freely. Which doesn’t help. Just like waking up wet in the pants and sweaty night after night at the thought of picking you up and fucking you in front of Shinji and Rose to teach them a lesson on home etiquette doesn’t help.

The need and want and well of shitty fucking loneliness comes to a head when Rose and Shinji invite themselves back to dinner one night, Shinji’s hand toying with your thigh as Rose whispers something that glazes your eyes.

One of the pots over boils when Shinji palms between your legs with one hand, his other coaxing a saucer of sake past your lips. Rose is between you and Shinji, his fingers kneading your waists.

That’s it, really. The food getting fucked over by his own inattention. The way your thighs are shaking as your kimono is un-tucked. The far too comfortable looks on Shinij and Rose’s degenerate fucking faces.

He makes what he’s been dreaming about for months into a reality, your squeaking morphing into low moans as he pounds into you, picking you up and away from the other two vizards each time they reach for you. They even beg a little and Kensei ignores their panting, their playing with one another, and pretends he’s teaching them a lesson.

How it blossomed:

Alcohol, food, and sex can’t soothe every tear, but they patch up enough to keep the wheels of your relationship greased. The sober statement that you are all in a relationship with each other does hit one of you with a splitting force at times. It’s not uncommon for someone to pull away, unsure how much their needed, wanted, or meant for such a thing.

But there are always enough hands to come around them, reassuring them back.

Kensei doesn’t lose his prickly sensibilities, almost never letting more than one of you touch him at once. He favors positions where he’s able to stand or kneel above one or two people, close enough be inside someone, but far enough to get away should be too much for him. Kensei is most uncomfortable fucking Rose; the dirty words constantly dripping from Rose’s lips and his eyes so focused on Kensei’s over stimulating. Kensei usually presses a hand over his face, muffling his look and words in one swift move.

He likes everyone having their place, approaching sex with three other people like a scene he’s seen before. Kensei loves attention, too. Rarely, he’ll let that show. Dropping his need to be in charge, he’ll let all three of you treat him to the full weight of your bodies and all that comes with it, usually three hands tugging cum to spill over his stomach as all of your mouths leave dark marks over the span of his body. Usually, he wants someone to drive into or a head to force deeper on his cock.

Rose loves those times the most, where everyone is stripped bare of their baggage, just bodies reaching for one another. Like those concerts where everyone is squished together, all feeling the music separately but together. His enjoyment of having some control is less about the power and more about the flow--it’s easier to make the ending come at just the right time when there isn’t a meaty hand squishing his face into the mattress. Anything that leaves his mouth free pleases him, especially if he’s able to drape himself over or in between bodies, guiding them closer to orgasm with verbal and physical encouragement.

Shinji doesn’t care about the positions or pace or anything outside of him being involved. He’s there and that’s vulnerability in itself. Saying that, the playing that thrills him most is the kind that makes him feel like he’s spilling over from contact alone. His body pressed under yours, his cock sliding at your back as you’re fucked above him. Or someone being hugged to him as he lays on his side, both he and them being fucked closer. His mouth is always happy to be at work, the flat of his tongue flicking his piercing over hot, puffy flesh.

Over all, your sex life probably has a color coated calendar--courtesy of Kensei--and you’re often doing overtime if you’re counting orgasms as work.

#my spine is damaged from making Kensei fit into this ;lkJSD:FLKJSDFLKj #kensei muguruma x reader #shinji hirako x reader #rose otoribashi x reader #bleach imagines #kensei muguruma #shinji hirako #rose otoribashi #bleach smut #thirst post tower #shinji and rose and reader being degenerates around kensei until he SNAPS #honestly even tho shinji can be prickly i feel like he's needy enough that at least he and Rose in a poly is super easy to make happen #Kensei is like the dude who you have to beg to please just PLEASE go to the party just this ONCE and you have to bribe him for 30 minutes #of his time