#anyways yeah he makes me feel a little insane like he's so sexy and for what

[osachiyo]

✧˚ 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐗 — dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, atsushi & tetchou .ೃ࿐

˚➶ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — female reader, n/sfw content (mdni), fluff + crack some of y'all will get second hand embarrassment, prolly the only thing i'll write about period sex, breaking the bed, spicy cunnilingus, accidental anal, reader hits her head in one of these but dw it's fine, overall just some silly stuff ! wc for each character is like 300-400 words long :) not proofread !

˚➶ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — i've been putting this off for too long 💀 anyways, happy reading and enjoy ! also is it tetchou or tecchou idfk how to spell this dude's name 😭

"Nghh - fuuck— you're s'good at this, angel—" Dazai moaned, encouraging you to bounce on him faster. He had you in reverse cowgirl— watching your ass bounce on his pelvis as you jumped up and down on his cock, desperately trying to chase that release you've been working for.

"Feels— feels so g-good!" You cried out, pretty nails digging into his thigh, making him let out a pornographic moan - which made you clench on him even more.

Dazai groaned, grabbing handfuls of your ass and spreading them apart to see the mouthwatering view of your cunt greedily swallowing his cock. That's when he saw little streaks of blood coating his cock - mixed with your slick and his precum... and he realized that you must be starting your period.

If Dazai was being completely honest - he didn't really care about the blood, and no way he was stopping right now— when you're riding him so deliciously and looking so fucking sexy while doing it - he'd be insane (like he isn't already) if he were to stop you now. Plus, he didn't want you to get embarrassed— no, that's the last thing he wanted.

He definitely told you after sex, though. He was like, "oh yeah, you're on your period, by the way." It kind of shocked you how casual he was about it - which he noticed, of course. He'd laugh at your bewildered face, chuckling as you ask him if he's not grossed out. He'd wave you off, "sweetheart, do you think i'm a boy? Trust me, a little bit of blood doesn't bother me."

You were about to reply when a cramp hit you straight in the guts - making you hiss out and curl into yourself in pain. Dazai frowned, quickly sitting next to you to brush your hair out of your face - "you alright, sweet girl?" You groaned in response, "mm - yeah, j-just these damn period cramps are killing me."

Dazai pretended to think for a bit, even rubbing his finger on his chin to add the extra effect, making you roll your eyes at his silly antics. he looked deep in thought for a moment until you heard him snapping his finger, pointing at you with a wink - "aha! I know exaaactly how to get rid of your cramps." Your eyebrows pinched together at his words, knowing it's gonna be something dumb.

"Let's go for another roun— oumph!" You threw a pillow at him, resulting him falling backwards on his butt. "I knew you were gonna say that!" You groaned, kicking your legs - snickering at the way he rubs his bottom. "Gosh, you are just the meanest, aren't you?" He whined - making you giggle, "oh? well, that would make you the horniest!"

"Hey! I was serious - it really works— oumph!"

You were currently face-down, ass-up on Chuuya's lavish bed— as he pushed your face further into the pillow, cunt greedily sucking his fat cock in. He didn't even bother with taking off your clothes— just ripping them and grumbling about buying you new ones when you went to protest.

"Argh— shhiiiit- takin' m-me s'well, babydoll," growling, he pulled you up by your hair - back against his chest and fuck, you could feel him in the deepest part of you - hammering inside of your puffy pussy while reaching a free hand to play with that tiny clit. "Chuuya— C-chuuya!" You squealed, face landing on the pillow with an "oof!" as he pushed you back against it. "S-shut it, fu—ck! 'yer so tight," he almost whimpered, hand untangling itself from your hair to pinch and tweak at your nipples - before landing a mean smack on your ass.

He was speeding up - almost at an inhuman pace, as the headboard continuously slammed against the wall. But the both of you failed to notice the cracking noise - too lost in the pleasure, before the bed came crashing down.

'fuck, you're doin' so good ba— whAT THE FUCK—?!" Chuuya screeched as you both fell on the floor along with the broken bed. "Shit - are you okay, baby?" He quickly checked you for any injuries— only to see that you were still dazed, your mouth agape and eyes glossed over— too cockdrunk to even process that the bed broke.

“Argh— fuck it,” he thought, just going back to pounding your cunt as if it didn’t just break down. Making his pretty girl gush all over him was way more important— and plus, he could easily buy another bed.

You scolded him after getting your back blown out. But he couldn’t care less, if he was being completely honest.

In reality, it actually turned him on even more— his new goal from now on is breaking the bed everytime while fucking - from the sheer force of it. So um.. goodluck walking..?

You were cuddled up on the couch with your boyfriend of 6 months, watching a cute movie when you suddenly felt something stiff poking against your ass— how cute, you thought - biting your lip as you ground back against him, earning a sharp gasp from Atsushi.

Things escalated from that to you being on top of him— fervently making out, shy fingers digging into the plush of your hips as you continued grinding on his dick— moaning into each other's mouths.

Eventually you ended up on your back, with Atsushi rutting into you fast and hard as you threw your head back. He was inexperienced— but you had to say, what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm. His face was buried in your neck, letting out puffs of hot air as he suppressed the urge to bite down on your shoulder and mark you up— he didn't want to hurt or scare you off.

"Oh— god, 'sushi that feels so—" you moaned, lips parting as you silently begged for a kiss - to which he gladly complied. "Fuck— yes, s'good—!" Atsushi moaned, eyes rolling back slightly as you clamped down on him further, you were close and so was he.

But somehow, he managed to slip out of your tight cunt— making him whine and quickly try to push it back in, desperate to feel your warm walls around him again. He slipped in with some issues— it felt like you had gotten tighter but he didn't mind. Holy shit though, it felt so much warmer and tighter no— "OW OW—! ATSUSHI!"

He immediately jumped upon hearing your pained shriek, "what's wro—" "Pull out - right now!" You sneered, glaring at him as he complied. "That was the wrong hole— you idiot!" You scolded, but your gaze got softer when you saw him sulking - he didn't mean to hurt you!

"I- I'm so sorry— it just accidentally slipped out a-and then I tried to push it back in and—" he was speaking really fast, trying his best to explain himself before you put your hand up, palm against his chest.

"I get it— sorry for yelling at you," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you climbed onto his lap. He nodded, still sulking because he felt so guilty— god, he just can't do anything righ—

"Don't beat yourself up for it, okay? It wasn't your fault," you spoke as if you could read his mind, making him relax his tensed shoulders as he nodded.

..You two just decided to continue the movie and cuddle the night away.

Akutagawa had you backed up against some large shelves inside a storage room, while you two were on a mission. He'd normally prefer to have you somewhere else— somewhere more private and comfortable but you just had to be a damn tease the whole fucking day, and now he's finally got his hands on you.

"So— fucking— desperate—" each word that fell from his chapped lips were accompanied by a mean thrust, the tip of his cock brushing against that one spot inside of your walls. He had you completely trapped against the large set of shelves with rashōmon— leaving you with no ways to escape him. "Haah— d-did a little bending g-get you this worked u-up?" You added fuel to the fire— making his right eye twitch in annoyance, what a lousy mouth you had.

He said nothing, though— only speeding his pace up, as heavy breaths and pants left him— an unusual flush spread across his cheeks. "You really— shit!— d-don't know when to shut the fuck up," he growled, as a pale hand found your tits— slapping the jiggling fat before landing a harsh slap to each.

Your back arched with each pound of his hips into your gooey cunt— both of you feeling lightheaded from the pleasure circulating through your veins. So lightheaded in fact, you both somehow failed to notice the heavy book on top one of the shelves inching closer and closer towards the very edge— a small impact against the wood would most likely make it fall.

"oh— AkuOWW—!" And fall it did— right on top of your head before it bounced off and fell on the floor. You yelled in pain, the dull pain making you head throb. Akutagawa just...paused— eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't know what to say— should he ask if you're okay? He's never been good at this stuff — so he just.. kinda... stood there and stared.

Made sure you're alright after he was over the initial shock, though — telling you that you should've seen it coming, earning him a few curses from you.

Tetchou had you spread on the couch, strong hands holding your thighs against your chest, giving him a perfect view of the soaked cunt he was about to devour.

"You look so pretty between my legs," you cooed, running your fingers through his burgundy locks. "Yeah? Well, I wish you could see my view, gorgeous girl," he spoke while nibbling the insides of your thighs— placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses wherever his lips could reach. His face was lightly flushed pink — your praises always made him hot and bothered, it encouraged him to do even better — make you feel even better.

A small moan caught in your throat when your boyfriend slowly peeled away the slick-soaked panties from your juicy cunt, pulling them down your legs before flinging them off somewhere. The cold night air hitting your bare sex made you try to clench your thighs back together — but to no avail, as Tetchou kept them apart firmly. He felt himself salivating at the sight of your exposed cunt — wanting to dive right in.

And dive right in he did, licking a fat stripe up your cunt, collecting your juices on his tongue before smearing them all over your clit, feeling your thighs shake and tummy clench at the stimulation. "Don't hold them back f'me," he let out a muffled grunt. "Your moans — don't hold 'em back," he clarified, before shamelessly shaking his head back and forth on your cunt — causing you to arch your back as your fingers tightened their grip on his hair.

"A-ah, Tetchou—" you threw your head back with a whine, trying to lift your hips up to grind into his mouth, to which he responded to by pushing you even further into the couch, "don't move," he panted, basically growling into your pussy. He couldn't help but hump into the couch — way too turned on by your pleasure.

It was all going great — amazing even, until you felt a light burn on your cunt, confusion lacing all your features. It didn't take long for the burning sensation to build up — the pleasure slowly disappearing, as discomfort kicked in.

"W-wait — Tetchou," you panted, trying to pull his head away from your aching (literally) cunt. Tetchou only growled in response, latching onto your pussy harder — you knew better than to interrupt him during a meal.

But it fucking burned! So you just yelled out, "it burns!" And felt him immediately pause — slowly lifting his head from the spot between your thighs and looking utterly confused, "what?"

"I — I don't know, but my pussy fucking burns," you snapped, worry laced all over your features.

Then suddenly, a look of realization mixed with mortification fills your boyfriend's face. You cocked an eyebrow at him, "what is it?"

"... I forgot I ate those... spicy noodles and... some of the sauce was probably still on my lips...."

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[ilovepedro]

just married | frankie morales x f!reader

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Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2k

Summary: You and Frankie just tied the knot. Half way through the reception, your insatiable husband whisks you away for some much needed privacy.

Warnings: fluff, oral (f receiving), fingering, exhibitionism (sex in a private bathroom), unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), creampie, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: happy frankie friday! this is based off this post, i could not for the life of me shake this from my head. literally wrote this in an hour, i’m telling y’all i’m actually going insane. the brain rot is actually concerning. FRANKIE NATION RISE! 🫡 anyway, i hope y’all enjoy! 🫶🏼 i loveeee me some frankie 🫠 not beta’d, all mistakes are my own. 🏃‍♀️

Divider by @saradika

“Come on, hermosa,” Frankie rasps in your ear, moving his hands from your hips and grabbing your hand, a small smirk playing on his lips. Music booms from the DJ’s speakers, the dance floor lively and vibrant.

“Where are we going, baby?” You ask, your gown flowing freely as your new husband swiftly maneuvers you through the crowd. “You’ll see,” he shouts over the thrumming music. Your body buzzing with excitement and a smile, so big it hurts, adorns your face.

Leading you out into the hall and racing up the stairs, giggling like a couple of school children. Frankie drags you to the bathroom at the end of the hall, flinging the door open and guiding you inside.

He grips your hips and crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your dissipating giggles as he presses you up against the door and locks it. You whimper softly as his hands begin to roam your body.

His hands roam your backside, making his way down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Frankie!” You squeal, breathlessly, laughter bubbling over your lips as you pull back for a bit of air.

A toothy grin breaks out into his face. “I’ve missed you, hermosa,” he pants, the both of you breathless from running and desperately kissing each other.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Not having had a moment to yourselves this whole day, you two bask in this brief moment of privacy.

He brings you in for another insatiable kiss. Your hands tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, making him groan into you. Snaking his hands down your waist, he cups your mound in one hand. You moan into him as your brows scrunch in pleasure, grinding against his hand.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day, baby,” he groans, guiding you to the sink, pressing your backside up against it as he peppers kisses to the column of your throat. “You look so fucking gorgeous, baby, this goddamn dress is driving me crazy,” he whispers, nipping your neck. 

“You’re driving me crazy, Frankie,” you gasp. “Look so fucking sexy in that tux, baby.” He smiles into your skin, working his way back up to draw you in for another kiss. You moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue inside, arousal pooling in your panties and sticking to your sex. Swallowing every moan that pours into his mouth, he pulls back, your lipgloss staining his lips. 

Crouching to his knees, he bunches your gown up over his head and moans at the sight of your lacy panties paired with your garter. 

“Fuck, baby. So fucking wet for me all fucking the time,” he whispers huskily as his large, warm hands run along your thighs. He slides your garter down your leg, tucking it into his back pocket. 

Propping you up onto the sink, he spreads your legs and presses a kiss to your sex. You moan at the feeling, aching for more. One of his thick fingers prods at your entrance, parting your lips and allowing your husband a view of your glistening pussy.

“Please, Frankie,” you plead breathlessly, tossing your head back. 

“Yeah? My pretty little wife wants me to eat her pussy? Huh, mi esposa?” You moan, eagerly nodding as you clench around nothing. Frankie doesn’t miss the way your thighs squeeze together.

“What my wife wants, my wife gets.”

Without warning, Frankie dives in and licks broad stripes up your folds, gasping as you bite back a moan with your eyes rolling to the back of your head, attempting to be quiet. 

“No no, baby. I wanna hear you. They can’t even hear us with the music, it’s just us, baby - just me and you,” he says before diving back in and licking through your folds, his strong nose nudging your clit and your eyes flying open.

“Oh fuck, Frankie!” You moan loudly, eyes squeezed shut as you toss your head back, caution blown to the wind. You snake a hand into Frankie’s curls, tugging at them and eliciting a groan from your husband. The vibrations against your cunt send a new wave of arousal seeping from you, Frankie lapping up every drop as he drowns in your slick.

His tongue prods your entrance, fucking into you. He groans at the way you clench around him, chest rumbling in satisfaction. 

It’s sloppy, and hungry the way he laves at your weeping cunt. His tongue circles your clit relentlessly, your cries filling the air. His lips wrap around your swollen bud as his grip on your thighs tightens. Your hips involuntarily buck up into his face. He snakes his left hand up to your stomach, ring-adorned hand pushing you down and holding you in place. 

“So f-fucking good, F-Frankie, oh my god,” you keen above him, legs wrapping around his back as you try to brace yourself for your impending orgasm. His relentless pace creates a cloud of stars in your eyes. 

“I’m close, Frankie! So close, don’t stop! Please don’t stop, baby,” you yelp, tears of pleasure stinging the corners of your eyes as the coil in your belly tightens.

A sudden intrusion pulls a sharp gasp from you. Two of his thick, long fingers crook into that spongy spot with every stroke as he sucks on your clit. 

His fingers, his mouth, the ring on the hand which pins you down overwhelms you - he’s all-consuming. 

Your vision flashes hot white as the coil in your belly snaps, cumming all over your husband’s face and his fingers. Frankie laps at your juices as you grind your cunt into his face, thighs trembling while riding out your high. He groans as he slurps you up like the sweetest nectar, not wasting a single drop. Your whines fill the air along with a squelching sound as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. 

He pulls back and rises to his feet, his patchy beard glistening with your slick. Slamming his lips onto yours, the two of you moan into each other. The taste of yourself on his tongue makes your head spin.

Frankie ruts his hips into yours, his clothed cock brushing against your exposed cunt and a loud cry pouring from your lips at the sensitivity. Wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him closer, you buck your hips against his, seeking more stimulation.

“Lean back for me, baby.” he rasps as he pulls back, gently pushing you back against the mirror. He makes quick work unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants to his ankles. You suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, mouth watering at the sight of your husband’s angry, leaking cock. Unable to resist, you palm him in your hands, smearing the dribbles of precum along his throbbing length. Frankie stifles a moan, moving your hand away and lines up his cock at your dripping hole.

Swirling small circles around your entrance, gathering the new wave slick that pours from your cunt on his length.

“Frankieeee,” you keen. “No teasing, please, amor,” you huff, on the verge of tears as your desperation grows.

“I got you, amor, don’t worry,” he whispers in your ear. He slides in slowly, but smoothly in one go, your slippery folds allowing him easy access. Both of you moan in tandem, Frankie’s brows pinched together and your lips parted.

You’re so full, relishing in the dull sting as he stuffs your wet heat to the brim. “Move, baby. Please move, mi amor,” you plead, breathless and desperate, seeking some relief.

“Shh shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m gonna take care of you, I always will,”  He says, voice hushed and husky, placing a kiss to your forehead. 

You know his words run deeper than just the matter at hand, having promised to love you eternally just hours ago.

He slowly drags out of you ever so slightly before snapping his hips into yours, his tip punching your g-spot. His hands rest on your waist as he picks up his pace. The room sounds pornographic - filled with the sounds of your squelching pussy, skin-on-skin, moans, and pants.

“I’m the lu-luckiest man ever. Got the prettiest girl ever to m-marry me. Knew you’d make a beautiful bride, hermosa. Most beautiful f-fuckin’ bride in the world, my pretty little wife. Get to, shit, get to love you and fuck this tight little pussy every goddamn day for the rest of our lives. Fuck,” he rambles, hips canting into yours.

Clenching around him at his words, more slick drips from your weeping cunt and onto the counter. An endless string of moans tumble from you and into the air.

“S-so fucking good to m-me, baby. So l-lucky to be your wife,” you keen, pressing your forehead against his. He hungrily captures your lips in a ferocious kiss, teeth clashing together as neither of you care how messy you two will look after.

“My wife. You’re mine, baby, you’re mine forever,” he moans as his tip kisses your cervix. Your walls flutter around him, your second orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Come on, baby, come on, baby. Let go, hermosa. I know you’re close. Let me feel you, I got you, baby,” he babbles almost incoherently. You wail as your orgasm washes over you, convulsing under his grasp, twitching uncontrollably as slick endlessly streams from your cunt. “There we go, baby. Good girl. So fucking good, hermosa. Always feel so fucking good,” Frankie groans against your lips, his thrust growing sloppy as your slippery cunt sucks him in.

“Love you so much, Frankie,” you gasp. “Love you too, hermosa,” he grunts. You can feel him throb inside of you.

“Cum, Frankie. Fill me up, please, baby,” you beg, still riding out the high of your climax.

“Yeah baby? Want my cum? Want me to stuff you full and walk around our wedding with my cum dripping out of your tight little pussy?" 

A high-pitched moan escaping your lips, you squeeze tightly around him. “Yes, Frankie! Wanna feel it dripping down my legs under my dress,” you squeal, overstimulation starting to sink in.

"My dirty fucking girl,” he rasps, punctuating his words with every thrust as he shoots warm ropes of cum into your cunt, coating your walls with his seed. A guttural groan rumbles from deep within his chest. Slowing his pace, you whimper as he fucks his cum into your used hole.

He rests his clammy forehead against yours, breath fanning each other's faces. Post-coital bliss settling amongst you two, the faint humming of the music from the reception rings in the air.

“Do you think they’ve noticed we’re gone?” You ask, panting. A deep chuckle rattles his chest, making you laugh. “I’m pretty sure they have, hermosa.” You pull him in by his tie, kissing him languidly. He pulls back and presses a playful tap to your thigh.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go before the guys start talking shit,” he says, helping you to your feet, and wiping his spend from your mound and in between your legs. He settles your gown into place as you fix your makeup in the mirror. He fixes his hair while you adjust his suit and tie back into place. You beam as you lock eyes with his, love shimmering in the corners of them. He entwines his fingers with yours as he leads you out the door and back downstairs to the reception.

It seems nobody has noticed you two were gone, or just don’t question your absence, as you two mingle your way back into the crowd.

“Hey! Where the hell were you two?! It’s time for the bouquet toss!" You best friend, and maid-of-honor, screeches.

"And the garter toss!” Santiago, the best man, chimes in. They drag you both to the dance floor. Women crowd the dance floor as you toss your bouquet over your shoulder, your best friend catching it and eyeing her partner. 

Music blares as Frankie leads you to a chair in the middle of the dance floor. He teasingly lifts your dress to remove your garter, to be met with nothing. Your eyes bug out of your head, heat coursing through your veins.

“Where’s my garter?” You ask him. Santiago appears behind Frankie, taking something out of his back pocket and holding it out to Frankie. “Here it is!”

Laughter erupts amongst your guests as you hide your face in your hands, an embarrassed smile plastered on Frankie’s lips, meekly waving to the crowd. He pries your hands from your face, playfully rolling his eyes as he brushes off the embarrassment while helping you to your feet. Cheering and whooping fills the hall as you smile apologetically to the crowd as they roar, Frankie cupping your face and pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

Frankie is rotting my brain today obvi. this one's for all my Frankie girlies out there, shout out to y’all 🩷

thank you for reading! 🫶🏼

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[inkdrinkerworld]

Cw: a little suggestive so maybe 18+only, I’m just kinda playing around to figure out his voice ygm?

Dick Grayson who’s the world’s biggest flirt and doesn’t mind one bit that you’re the feistiest thing he’s ever come across.

“You know, I could always help you spar, get your hand eye coordination up to my levels,” he’s still the dorky gymnast kid he’s always been- just older and a lot hotter.

You’d been in the league with him and went solo when he’d founded the Titans but he still pops up every now and then to tease and get under your skin like he’d done when he’d still been Robin.

“And what level would that be Grayson? Second base?” Your chest is heaving as you stand, body dripping in sweat from your latest sequence.

Dick knows you don’t really need pointers, but how else is he going to make a show of wanting to be around you.

“I’m wounded,” he places his hands on his chest and leans forward, the perfect opening for you to swipe your foot at his legs and have him falling forward.

Instead, the stupid (read:sexy, cocky, egoistic, did you say sexy yet?) man jumps over the anticipated attack and flips you onto your back.

“You wound me, pretty girl.” You roll your eyes and flip you both over, so you’re hovering over him.

“I really might,” he winks at you as you stand and you shake your head. “What are you doing here anyway?”

Dick stands, takes your towel and wipes his face and then leans on the doorframe.

“Came to check in on my girl, that so bad?” You get up on your toes and press a kiss to his lips.

“Missed you,” he murmurs against your lips, his hands holding your waist tight as he pulls you closer. “Spend the night with me?” He trails his nose against your jaw, his lips stamping kisses under your neck on the myriad of beauty marks you have that make your knees weak.

“Dick,” you grumble, hands sinking in his hair. “Fine,” you try to keep your voice all gruff and steady but he knows better. He feels the jump in your pulse, his ears are insanely attuned to you so he hears the little hitch in your breath too.

“Don’t sound so excited,” he pulls away with a smug smile and you know you’ve got a hickey somewhere on your neck. “Meet you by the bike in ten?”

“If you think I’m getting on that thing with you Grayson, you haven’t missed me enough.” There’s a poorly hidden smile on your face as you back out of the training room.

“Whatever you say, gorgeous. I’ll be by the bike.”

You don’t protest much when you step outside, dressed all pretty with your duffel bag full of clothes and whatever else you might need and find Dick leaning on his car- a midnight blue that puzzles you on how no one figured him out to be Nightwing for so long.

“Such a liar,” he takes your bag from you, chucking it into the trunk as you reach for the door.

“Touch that handle and we’ll have issues,” your hand drops immediately. “Didn’t want you to feel all desperate having to rub up on me the entire ride back to our place.”

The way he says it, our place, warms your heart. You and Dick had the roughest time getting accustomed to each other and now that ease, that familiarity, that willingness to share something so intimate and it be easy- it makes everything you’d both undergone insignificant.

“Yeah b’cause I’m the desperate one between us,” He smiles as he buckles your seatbelt for you.

“Glad you could admit it, gorgeous.” He kisses you then closes the door before you can complain and all you hear is his laugh as he rounds the car to get in.

#dickgrayson #dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson one shot #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson blurb #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson fic #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x black reader #dick grayson x yn #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x gender neutral reader #dick grayson drabble

[george-weasleys-girl]

oii

can imix kinktober with halloween?? Please?? I didn’t know if i could order 2 prompts, so if you want you can use only the first one. Fred x f!Reader (Adults)

The twins have a Halloween party and the reader goes dressed as Mortiça (this idea came from a post I saw from Fred saying "I would die for her, I would kill for her", like Gomez) Sexy black dress, pointed red nails, anyway... Fred and she drink a little, she is teasing her boyfriend and when the end of the party comes... then you do ✨your magic✨

"I just want to know who gave you the right to be this fucking sexy." "First one to make a noise loses." -🧸

Thank you for such a fun request! I hope you enjoy it!😊

Don't Torture Yourself Fred, That's My Job

Warnings: smut, a bit of teasing, intercourse, cursing

18+only

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

~•~

Fred thought it would be fun for him and Y/N to dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams for the annual Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes Halloween party.

It wasn't so much fun anymore.

Rather, it was insanely, unbearably and painfully frustrating.

For the umpteenth time tonight, he was attempting to subtly shift his pants to hide his raging hard-on. Between watching Y/N sashay around in that skin-tight dress, swaying her cute, little ass around and her constantly and strategically rubbing it up against him, he'd developed a permanent boner.

It was almost if she knew what she was doing.

Because she fucking did.

And if he didn't do something about it soon, he was going to explode.

"Hey mate, you're standing at attention again," George snickered as he and his girlfriend strolled by.

"Gee, thanks. I hadn't noticed," Fred grumbled and tried to think about anything other than bending Y/N over in dark corner and fucking her until she couldn't walk straight.

~•~

"I just want to know who gave you the right to be this fucking sexy?" Fred growled in her ear, bending her over his desk, his hands deftly pushing up her dress.

A few stragglers still lingered, but the party was effectively over, and Y/N had gone upstairs to his office to "put a few things away."

"Last I checked, it was you, my love," she grinned, her cheek flush against the desk. "You chose the outfit."

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect you to be rubbing yourself all over me all night." He unzipped his pants, pulling out his throbbing dick. "You’re going to need crutches when I’m done fucking you."

"Promises, promises," Y/N teased as Fred pulled her panties to the side.

Without warning, Fred shoved his cock into her all the way to the hilt. "Does that feel like a promise?" He groaned in her ear.

"Or what about this?" He pulled all the way out, then slammed back into her.

"Or this?" He thrust into her again, the force of it pushing the desk forward a few inches.

"Fuck," Y/N moaned, her red nails clawing at the wood.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," he grunted, his pace picking up. "And your not going to make on peep. Are you?"

Y/N shook her head frantically, biting back another moan.

"Good," he said. "I don't want to be interrupted."

Fred's breath was hot on the back of her neck as he fucked into her. His fingers teased her clit, bringing her close, only to pull away at the last second, before doing it all over again. "Fucking little minx," he groaned. "I'm going to torture you like you tortured me half the night." His fingers shifted away from her clit once again, drawing tiniest of whines from her lips. "But, lucky for you, I'm not going to last very long."

He shifted his angle, driving deeper into Y/N. She bit down on her arm to hold back the loud moan that threatened to escape as her pussy rippled and pulsed around him. He knew she was dancing on the edge and he knew just what to do to send her tumbling over, pressing her clit down hard so that his shaft rubbed up against it while he pounded her into the desk.

Y/N clenched around him, her juices squirting out, drenching his balls. It was all he needed to lose control, waves of pleasure consuming him as he buried his face in her neck to muffle the animalistic groan he couldn't hold back as his cock exploded inside her, filling her up.

Only when his head stopped spinning and his legs no longer threatened to collapse under his weight did he dare pull out and offer his hand to Y/N. "Legs still wobbly, love?" He gently teased when she stumbled a little.

"What legs?" She giggled.

He chuckled, holding onto her until she stood steady. "Why don't you go on back to the apartment?" He said. "Rest up for round two while I help George lock up."

"Round two?" Y/N arched an eyebrow, grinning.

"You didn't think this was it, did you?" Fred smirked. "I'm just getting started."

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @costheticbabe @charmedfandomgal @hanne-montana @rhunew @greenapplegrass @lizzytrees @spididerman @Havenater1920 @jelloangela @whotfskai @netflix-addict @lunacurlclaw

#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #hp universe #hp fandom

[misc-obeyme]

a threesome with solomon and luci would be insane... as long as lucifer doesn't kick solomon out for being annoying

Ah, noticed my tags on this post huh?

The thing is, I just think the Solomon and Lucifer relationship is really really funny. So throw in getting sexy with MC and the hilarity ramps up significantly. Plus can you imagine if it was a condition for Lucifer to make a pact with both MC and Solomon???

I really think Lucifer would only make a pact with Solomon if it was the only way to get a pact with MC. Like MC just says it's all or nothing, buddy.

Lucifer would refuse for a while, but I think he'd cave eventually.

Then MC hits him with the oh yeah and a threesome lol.

He'd be so angry. Solomon would probably be like as fun as it is to troll Lucifer, I'm a little concerned for my own well being.

I like to think of it as MC being sly. Both Lucifer and Solomon are not exactly thrilled with the idea, but they're also not against it and if that's what MC wants, then okay.

But then it turns out they're inexplicably attracted to each other and MC mostly just gets to watch them with a smug expression.

More description and NSFW MDNI below the read more (it's mild nothing super explicit).

It starts when Lucifer sees all of Solomon's pact marks for the first time. He can't help but be turned on by the sight of all that power just casually displayed on Solomon's skin.

And Solomon can feel him looking. It's making his limbs tingle. He's suddenly a little shy and can't meet Lucifer's eyes.

MC is just sitting on Lucifer's bed (because you know he would insist on this happening on his own turf), watching them with a little smile.

Lucifer clears his throat and turns to MC, trying to make it seem like he's only interested in them anyway.

MC can see them just struggling with the fact that they're more interested in each other than they want to be, so they kinda step in and facilitate things.

It's easier for both of them if MC is in the middle, you know? Then they can pretend to themselves that it's about them.

I suspect at some point, Solomon does annoy Lucifer, who absolutely threatens to kick him out, but MC is able to redirect him before he does.

After that, things are never the same between those two. And everybody else is like what's going on with them? Meanwhile MC is just like huh who can say? LOL I'm so sorry this is such a crackship but it's just so funny to me, I can't help myself.

#I apologize for this I know it makes no sense #compels me though #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me lucifer #uh I guess this is sololuci? #misc naughty times #anon asks #misc answers

[rillils]

STEVE & BUCKY'S LOVE STORY, UNABRIDGED SOMEWHAT ABRIDGED, part 3/4 (here are part 1 and part 2)

i just want to preface this by saying: as much as they tried to make this movie all about tony, and as much as they tried to no-homo the steve/bucky situation, they still somehow ended up making CACW the gayest movie in the whole cap trilogy, and that's saying something *throws confetti*

now, picking up where we left off:

aided by his friends sam and natasha, steve spends the following two years or so chasing after bucky, looking for clues as to where he could be hiding, until he eventually finds him.

their reunion scene is like. i honestly don't know if i can convey the sheer, ridiculous, absolute beauty that is this scene.

the thing is, steve isn't the only one who discovered bucky's location: the bad guys did too, and they're coming. like they're coming RIGHT NOW, as sam keeps trying to warn steve. which means that he and bucky have about 20 seconds to do this, and that might sound like too short of a time, right? but honey, the amount of repressed emotions and homoerotic subtext these two manage to stuff into those 20 seconds, my god--

no because like, there's a whole-ass SWAT team outside, waiting to crash through their door and blow up the place, yeah? and instead of getting the fuck out of there PRONTO, steve, mr romeo fucking rogers, decides to spend those precious few seconds trying to get bucky to admit that he loves him, making this much yearned-for, long-awaited reunion the most high-stakes game of gay chicken in the whole of history. you might think i'm kidding, but i'm not!!!!

INTRODUCING:

in the red corner, we've got steve basically telling bucky: "i know that you remember me, i know that you saved me because you still love me, please will you just say it out loud babe"

and in the blue corner there's bucky, extremely conflicted because YES, of course he loves steve, but he also knows he's putting steve in danger just by standing in the same room as him, and steve shouldn't even be here in the first place, and anyways STEVE NOW'S NOT THE TIME PLS FUCK

so he's just (unsuccessfully) trying to deny everything, you know?? "fuck no i don't know you, just know your name from a museum, what do you mEAN i saved your ass because i love you more than life itself and that's literally the first thing i remembered when i got my memory back"

(a quick reenactment:)

but really, you'll see the love in bucky's eyes if you just look hard enough.

n- no, look harder

a bit harder?

see, i told you

so here they are, just about to slam each other into the nearest wall and make out like it's brokeback mountain and they're just two guys coming from a time where their love had to be kept a secret and they miss what little privacy they used to have in their own little bubble when they were younger and living together and then life tore them apart and they haven't seen each other in ages and they've been yearning all the while and now that they're finally standing before each other again the air feels electric between them and they just can't help but- wait. uh. that, uh. that sounds familiar. uh.

OKAY so they're totally about to snog the living daylights out of each other, but time is running out. the bad guys are here!! and- and also a bunch of other people! because apparently everybody wants bucky either dead or locked up for one reason or another!! MY BOY CAN'T CATCH A FUCKING BREAK!!

so bucky is apprehended. but before anyone can do much about it, this other guy - this movie's Official Antagonist™ - gets bucky alone and triggers bucky's brainwashed assassin persona into taking over.

no longer conscious of his own actions, bucky wreaks havoc in the building, knocking people down in his wake like a sexy buff steamroller, and tries to escape; but steve, desperate not to lose him again, goes after him and stops him.

by grabbing onto a fucking helicopter, as one does

one extremely romantic, freaking insane stunt later, steve manages to get bucky to safety. next thing you know, bucky's waking up and back to himself, and they finally have a bit longer than 20 seconds to talk. you think they're gonna be normal about this? you think they're gonna share a standard heart to heart conversation? oh hell no, babes. WHIP OUT THE BEDROOM EYES, TURN THAT SOFTNESS UP TO ELEVEN, WE'RE UNLOCKING A BRAND NEW LEVEL OF EMOTIONS HERE

seriously. you don't know what true tenderness is, until you've heard james buchanan barnes softly say, in his sweet, gruff, velvety drawl, barely holding back a smile, "your mom's name was sarah. you used to wear newspapers in your shoes."

also the two of them just. spend half the scene making INTENSE heart eyes at each other, gazing deeply and intimately in each other's eyes, just bypassing the flirting zone to move straight to eye-lovemaking lane, while sam is in the room, because they've got no chill whatsoever.

unfortunately, sam cockblocks reminds them that they don't have time for this shit (dammit, sam) as they kinda have more pressing matters at hand, being on the run from like every government in the world (and then some). also they must neutralize The Antagonist™ before he can act on his Evil Plan™, so, you know. put the eyesex on hold, guys!

(to be continued in part 4)

#stucky #stevebucky #the silly stucky recap you didn't ask for #part 3 :D #so this got too long and i thought it'd be best to split it in two parts #hence the change from 3/3 to 3/4 #rillers scribbles #i'm still not 100% sure how to tag it in the first place tbh xD #but here #have some silliness in your day #cacw

[comic-sans-chan]

one of my favorite garashir seasonings is their mutual savior-complex-induced penchant for sacrificing themselves for the greater good and how that manifests in both hilariously fucked up and weirdly wholesome ways.

like julian meeting up with the former head of the obsidian order and one of the most dangerous men alive all by himself so that he can ask for some cardassian brain schematics and figure out what the fuck is wrong with garak's brain (too many things). or garak having a round-the-clock panic attack in the walls of the prison camp to save their asses while two klingons culturally conditioned to venerate suffering and death nod on in approval and julian swoons and bites his nails and swoons some more. or julian in the holosuite like "we might die, sure, but what's a little death among friends?" and garak being like “pretty sure suicide in a ferengi escape room with cum-stains that aren’t my own would cancel out every cool spy thing i’ve ever done with my life actually," and julian with his gun is like "bet" and garak just "you're sexy and that means you're right. let's go die the stupidest deaths ever." or garak trying to blow up the founder's planet and himself and julian in the process and julian with his fucked up statistical probability brain not even batting an eye when he hears about it. "yeah that was a reasonable line of thought. anyway, this coffee is good." insanity.

i like to imagine that after the war when the intensity has dialed down a few hundred notches, this tendency of theirs still manifests in these needlessly batshit moments where julian is like "ok but i feel like working around the clock to cure this disease all by myself makes sense even though it's killing me" and garak's like "maybe not, tbh. you're not the only smarty pants, you can have help maybe? and i know this is sudden but i think i love you" and julian responds "we've been married twelve years. it is a little fast, but i love you, too. i guess i can live then or w/e. for love." and at some other point garak is like "ok but i feel like flinging myself into this forty-foot pit to retrieve seven crying orphans and a regnar is a good idea because i was abused as a child" and julian with his huge brain is like "actually i think throwing a ladder down would be better, especially since i'm not a necrophiliac" and garak responds "oh you might be right. so no head at my funeral? cruel." and on it goes until the therapy finally kicks in

#my posts #garashir

[dearestro]

Flirtatious Feelings Part 2

Summary: Reader has just started working at Princeton-Plainsboro and after seeing the cute older doctor. Well, she decides to have some fun...who knew it would turn into more?

Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.

Gif is not mine. I found it on Google. If it is yours and you do not want me to use it please tell me, and I'll take it down!

Part 1

Your Pov

"Should we make this interesting?" I asked as we set up the pool table. He paused and looked up at me. 

"How so?" I smirked at his cautiousness.

"Mmm...winner gets a prize?"

"Yeah...ok." He chuckled softly.

We had finished playing pool (I won) and left the bar. James was walking me to my apartment and we stopped just outside my door. I was about to go in when I stopped to turn and look at him.

"I forgot about my prize!" I feigned a gasp. 

"Right! Let's say....twenty bucks?" He started to pull out his wallet, but I shook my head and laughed.

"Or...we could do this?" I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him gently enough that he could pull away if he wanted to. After a few heavenly seconds I pulled back, he seemed to linger in the air, eyes closed. I smiled. "Thanks for the date." I said before entering my apartment and closing the door behind me. My back hit the door before I turned to peer out the keyhole. I laughed at the sight outside of the door. James was doing a goofy but cute victory dance. I opened the door and just watched as I leaned on the doorway. He suddenly turned and saw me.

"Can we forget you just saw that?" He blushed as he stopped dancing. I laughed.

"Nope." I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before going back inside. "Goodnight, Jimmy!" I called to him.

"I regret nothing!" He shouted through the door, I could only imagine how crazy he must've seemed to the neighbors as I laughed to myself at the man's antics. 

Wilson's Pov 

I sat in my office thinking about last night when House barged in.

"How was your date?" I frowned at him in confusion.

"How did you-"

"Oh, cut the crap. A little birdy told me. Besides, you are way too happy for seven in the morning." I rolled my eyes at him. "So, did you score? Is that hot bod just as sexy naked as it is clothed?"

"That is none of your business." I said apparently a little too defensively. 

"So that's a no. What did little Wilson not feel up to it? Doesn't work like he used to? Or did she finally snap to her senses and realize you're not her type?" I scoffed and walked over to him.

"I'll have you know my-" I quickly cut myself off as I saw her walking towards my office. 

"Your what? Your penis?"

"Who's penis?" I felt my face heat up, and I could only imagine how red I must've been. I tried to say something anything, but House beat me to it.

"Wilson's." She looked between the two of us before quickly hiding her shock.

"Right...anyways..." She averted her eyes and slightly blushed at the situation.

"I'll be going now. You know how it is. Patients to ignore and people to hide from." He finally left but not before turning at the doorway and giving me an over exaggerated wink and thumbs up. I rolled my eyes. In moments like these, I wish he would drop dead...or that I would. Either or.

Your Pov

Upon hearing what House said, I felt my cheeks burn up, and I looked to the ground. Thankfully, he left soon enough. I was still concentrating on my shoes when James spoke up. 

"You'll have to e-excuse him. He's insane." The corner of my mouth twitched up in amusement. "When he said- he meant-" I looked up to find him struggling to find the words, but I quickly cut him off.

"It’s ok. We don't have to talk about 'it' Dr. Wilson." I said, referring to the previous conversation I had walked in on. I smiled slightly at him, trying to ease the tension, but his face fell. "Maybe we should get to work?"

"Yes! Of course." He said quickly composing himself.

Wilson's Pov 

After a long morning it was finally lunch. I ate in silence waiting for House to inevitably join me. After all how could he possibly make the day worse?

He eventually came and sat down across from me. We continued to sit in silence until he made a move for my sandwich, but I quickly moved it out of his reach and continued to eat.

"What? You're mad?" He asked as if it was absurd to be upset with him. I ignored him. "The silent treatment? Really? What are you, a woman?" I rolled my eyes at his sexist comment.

"You don't get it, do you? I really like her, and all you do is embarrass me." He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "No! I'm serious! You know what she called me after you left? 'Dr. Wilson'." He let out an over exaggerated gasp.

"Noo! She called you your name! What a bitch!" I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm.

"Yesterday she was calling me Jimmy and kissing me. Today, nothing!"

"And you blame me?"

"Yes!" I shouted a little too loud as I threw down my sandwich. Everyone in the cafeteria looked towards our table. He scoffed and was about to protest when someone sat next to me. I looked to my right to see her.

"Hey, sweetheart!" She leaned over to kiss my cheek. I was stunned. 

"I'll leave you two to talk. See ya Jimmy!" House said as he took off with the remainder of my lunch. I swallowed as I gained the courage to turn and face her.

"'Sweetheart'?" I asked hesitantly. She paled.

"Yeah...if-if that's ok, of course." I nodded.

"It-it's great! I'm just...a little confused..." She quirked a brow. "I mean, this morning, it was all, 'Dr. Wilson' this and 'Dr. Wilson' that...I-I thought that that meant last night was a-a fling...of sorts." I stammered as a look of understanding came over her.

"No!" She said quickly. "I mean no, I don't want it to have just been a fling." She took a deep breath. "I really like you it's just this morning we were working, and I guess I thought it best to remain professional? I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, James." My face flushed as I realized my assumption was wrong. 

"No, it's ok! I uh... I should've figured that out." I looked down at my lap trying to avoid her gaze, but she took my chin in her hand and made me look at her.

"That's alright. I probably should've clarified earlier, especially since it was just the two of us, and this is so...new." I relaxed under her touch.

"Maybe we could talk it over? Tonight? If that's not too soon..." I hastily added trying not to seem desperate.

"I can't. I have plans." I frowned a little at the rejection. "But I'm free tomorrow." I grinned. 

"Perfect! After work?" I asked. She leaned in and pecked my lips.

"Of course." Her hand dropped to the table. "I saw House take your lunch..." I grimaced a little at the reminder. "Do you want to share mine?" 

Your Pov 

I lay in bed, staring at the man across from me. He was sleeping so peacefully. 

"Honey, you're staring." He murmured, his eyes still closed. I rolled my eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He opened his eyes and looked at me. I smiled and put my hand on his cheek.

"The first week we met." He laughed lightly.

"That's not good. I was a total dork. I still can't believe you went out with me." I chuckled and patted his cheek.

"Don't worry, Jimmy. You're still a goofy dork." He rolled his eyes at my response.

"Gee thanks."

"Do you remember that conversation I walked in on? My second day?" He nodded. "Well, now that we're married...I can personally vouch that there is nothing 'wrong' with your penis." His face turned red, and I kissed his nose.

"You-you heard that conversation?" 

"House told me soon after, but I didn't want to embarrass the hot guy I had just met, so I kept it to myself." He shook his head in disbelief. 

"I'm gonna kill him." I laughed as he blushed furiously. 

#dr wilson x reader #dr wilson x you #james wilson x reader #james wilson x y/n #james wilson x you #fanfic #fanfiction #james wilson #james wilson fanfiction #house md #house md fanfiction #rsl #robert sean leonard

[desceros]

[Earth shattering stomps heard in the distance comes closer and closer]

[Halts and in a quiet voice]:

Symphony donnie and viola chans' wedding.😊😊

[Stomps away into the distance]

i don’t think they’d be married, actually!

i think what would happen in the bad time is a very different progression of their relationship. i think violist-chan would have been a refugee-type in the beginning, who tried to use music to keep everyone’s spirits up.

(i imagine this would annoy donnie quite a bit. that noise could attract unwanted attention, after all.) (noise?? excuse you. it’s music, and it makes people happy. aren’t you one of those guys saying hope is our most important weapon??) (that would be my brother. and his taste in “music” is almost as terrible as yours.)

but eventually you start going out on supply runs. you don’t do well sitting on your hands, and people need things. and donnie starts noticing that people really do seem to be in a better mood when you’re around. fuck, he’s in a better mood when you’re around. the hell is that all about.

and eventually the two of you have this just. insane sexual tension. that probably snaps one day to ravel’s habanero or something. you’re telling him it’s sexy. he’s telling you you don’t know what sexy is. oh yeah. yeah. then. well.

and after that he still hates classical music but you, oh. how he admires you. you with no special powers. unmutated. weak. how strong you are. how you bear everyone’s weight for them. how you insist on talking to everyone until they feel better despite how many pieces of you you have to trade away for their happiness. how you’re the last one to spill your troubles, and only after he or leo needles them out of you. how you get along so so well with everyone and just brighten the entire world with your smile. how you love so fiercely, even him, especially him, when he’d been so cruel to you in the beginning.

(leo never stops teasing him for his 180 on his opinion of you. not until after youre gone and it’s no longer funny to anyone.)

but you both were always busy. always moving. you’re both workaholics. both needing to be busy to feel like you’re being useful. making time for the other but never having enough of it. he’d have time for less important things when they got a foothold against krang, he’d think. until people really started dying. then it was more of a panic. he’d have to make it a little safer before he could take the time for something so frivolous and unnecessary. what was marriage after all but just a different word for what you already were? and when you got pregnant it was even worse. the world wasn’t safe enough for your child. any moment he wasn’t with you, he was fighting. working. clawing desperately at an imagined haven for his daughter. for you.

i think it would hit him the moment someone came up to him and mistakenly said “i’m sorry about your wife” that it was something he really did want. and just. never let himself imagine. never gave himself the time to have. but by that point, it was too late. all he had left were old recordings of music that ached and a mask never worn except by him.

anyway can you step on me now so i can get crushed and die? thanks

#ask tag #symphony tag #haha!! ouchie!! #symphony meta

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Locker Room Sex

Shuri x f!reader Basketball player

A/n: hi everyone! Are you also shocked I didn’t write one story and dip for another 6 months?😂 couldn’t leave you guys hanging after the last smut-less shuri story. Also I’ve heard the cries over the professor series I promise I’m thinking abt it and gonna try writing smthn soon! I’m just in my Shuri era y’know what I mean😩😫anyways, enjoy! Submit requests if u feel like it.

Warnings: Smut! 18+ oral fingering and Shuri being a fine ass mf

Word count: 2102

TAGLIST: @yelenaslyubov @youreatotalposer @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick @lilroachsworld

“y/n what are you doing?” Your Coach asks as he sees you pulling folding chairs out onto the court.

“Just getting some shots up, coach.”

“Y/n, I think you can afford to take the rest of the night off after that game. 25 points in 28 minutes is not exactly an easy thing to accomplish.”

You let a small chuckle come out under your breath, “Gotta make it 28 in 28 next time coach, only one way to get there.”

He smiled at you, waving his clipboard in the air as he walked towards the door. “You know the drill, don’t forget to lock up when you’re done.”

“Sure thing.”

The gym cleared out pretty quickly after the game and before you knew it, it was just you, the ball and some blaring music. You can’t work out in silence obviously. You start practising your dribble combos around the chairs with clean finishes down in the paint. Spinning off the “defender” for the quick pull up fade away middy getting banked in. Putting in the late hours wasn’t new for you, you pretty much lived for the sport and when you weren’t eating or sleeping you were playing basketball. You didn’t get too deep into your practice when you saw one of the gym doors open and a familiar face walked through the door.

Fuck– you thought to yourself.

She is the most effortlessly attractive person you have ever met…well…seen? I guess “met” is a stretch. You technically have never really talked to her, there was that one time when you briefly interacted in a class but you were fairly certain she did not know who you were. You, of course, knew who she was. You had been crushing on Shuri for quite some time now and no of course you never have worked up the courage to talk to her. She was wearing this purple-y blue tracksuit that just looked insanely good on her with some of the cleanest sneakers you’ve ever seen.

“Sick game 8.”

You glanced up from the ball you were holding and made eye contact with her as she had the most devious but sexy looking smirk on her face. Her chin held high as she complimented you basically causing you to freak out on the inside like a little school girl and she didn’t even know it.

“Thanks” You reply, trying your hardest not to sound like you were absolutely losing it.

“25 points is pretty crazy.”

You feel your cheeks flush, “yeah, aha”

She knows your stats from the game?

“You gotta work on that footwork in the paint though, the bigs will just eat that shit up if you don’t know how to work around them.”

“Oh is that so?” You reply. Where the fuck did that come from? Oh is that so? WHAT? Tell me why I thought that was the right response to that?

I guess we’re committing to this random burst of confidence I got now.

Shuri’s eyebrows raise at your comment with a small smile creeping across her face.

“Hit me.” she says as her hands raise up motioning for you to pass her the ball.

“Look, you gotta attack the paint here just like you were but instead of going for the layup and getting blocked every time you gotta stop, plant two feet fake jab right, turn left, sweep and shoot.” She says as she demonstrates footwork that is honestly cleaner than what more than half of your team can do.

You look at her with slight shock and try not to be absolutely obvious about it but clearly you weren’t hiding it well enough based on her reaction.

“Didn’t expect that?” She says with a laugh, “your turn,” she tosses you the ball.

On the first try you manage to pull off the same move with ease.

“Okay, okay, I see you Y/L/N.”

What– so she does know who you are?

Honestly hearing her say your name even if it's just your last name was making you feel all sorts of things.

“How about we see how you do with some actual pressure now hm?” She says as she positions herself just in front of the net ready to play defence on you.

You drive to the net about to pull the same move that she of course easily predicted, resulting in you being blocked and kind of embarrassed.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that 8. Pulling my own move on me? C’mon.”

You feel your cheeks getting rosey again and your heart is racing and it is definitely not because you were working up a sweat playing basketball. She had you feeling unbelievably flustered as she made direct eye contact with you as her hands were up reading to guard you and whatever move you chose to pull off. You start your dribble, staring her down as she smiles back at you, making you unbelievably nervous. You start to run towards her, hit her with the hesitation that she did not fall for, faked right, euro stepped around her and laid the bucket up and in.

A smile crosses your face as her brow furrows.

“Okay, okay, so she got moves I guess. We goin’ again?” She said ready for you to check the ball.

After about 45 minutes you were starting to feel a little wiped.

“I gotta hand it to you 8, I didn’t think you had it in you but damn you play a mean game.”

You just sort of chuckle as you take down the last gulp of water in your bottle.

“Man I gotta get out of these clothes, could you point me in the direction of the change room? I got an extra outfit in my bag.”

“Yeah, I can show you I gotta bring the balls back anyways.”

You and Shuri walked to the changeroom, and it’s definitely safe to say that the two of you were border line friends now after that entire experience.

When you get into the change room, you head to the sink to wash your hands from the filth that are the school's basketballs and as you look up in the mirror you catch a glimpse of Shuri taking her shirt off in the reflection of the mirror. You quickly look back down at your hands and act like you did just see her toned abs and arms. All that time spent together made you forget for just a moment how nervous she makes you.

“Ah shit—“ you hear muttered from behind you.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah I uh I just thought I had an extra shirt but I only have pants.” She says

You turn around to face her as your eyes quickly dart to the floor as she’s standing there in pants and a bra. “I uh— I have an extra clean hoodie if you want to borrow it?”

“Man really? That would be great thanks.”

“Cool, I’ll just um grab that.” You say as you start walking to the area of the change room with the player lockers.

You start rummaging through everything in your locker and finally find the hoodie, when you turn around Shuri is standing right behind you, still with no top on and your eyes didn’t know where to go but you could feel her staring at you.

“Here” You say holding the hoodie up practically right in front of your face.

You hear a small chuckle from behind the hoodie as her hand comes over the top pulling it down so she can look at you. Your eyes trail up her body to lock on her face that's looking down at you. She takes a step forward backing you up against the locker, your heart is racing unbelievably fast.

“Do I make you nervous y/n?” She says slowly under her breath.

Your mouth opened to respond but nothing came out. The smile on her face grew when she realised how tense you looked.

“Relax love, there’s no need to look so stressed out.” Her hand slowly comes up to your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Her fingers trail along your jawline until they reach your chin giving it a soft tug, tilting your face up towards hers. “May I?” Shuri whispers.

Your head was nodding before you even processed what she said and before you knew it her soft lips connected with yours as her hand made its way to behind your head, fingers running through your hair.

Nothing has ever felt so natural before, her lips fit perfectly in yours. You could tell from the kiss alone she had much more confidence and experience than you did. Your hands didn’t even know where to go while hers went everywhere they wanted to.

You felt her hands slowly go under the hem of your shirt and the skin on skin contact made you let out a small whimper. You’ve never experienced anything like this before and her touch alone was enough to make you pool in your underwear.

She bends over slightly grabbing you on each of your thighs and pulling you up against her, wrapping your arms around her neck and legs around her torso as she continues to kiss you again. Her hands gripped your ass as the two of you passionately made out, fuck you wanted her so bad. You want her to kiss and touch every inch of your body and make you beg for so much more.

With your legs still wrapped around her, Shuri walks you over to one of the benches, and gently lays you down on your back. Her chain is practically resting on your throat as she hovers over you, only inches apart. Her lips start kissing your neck, leaving a trail, making sure to go as slowly as possible just to see you squirm beneath her. She kept kissing a soft spot just above your collarbone causing shivers to shoot down your back. You could barely sit still and you just knew she was going to make you beg for it.

“S-Shuri please.” You whisper.

Her demanding eyes looked up at you, undressing you in her head with a smirk across her face.

“I do like hearing you beg for it but you’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.” She says as her fingers dig into the band of your shorts, pulling them off you. She starts leaving small kisses on the inside of your thighs, taking her time, making sure that you were brought as close to the edge as possible without giving you the touch you craved the most. You could feel her breath on you causing your head to tilt back and your eyes to flutter.

She laid soft kisses on your pussy causing your breath to hitch. Your lack of experience meant you had no idea what anything was going to feel like.

Her tongue gently pushed between your folds causing your entire body to tense and relax which you could hear her smile over as she went down on you. Shuri painted circles over your clit starting slowly and gradually increasing in speed and pressure. She could tell how excited you were getting which caused her to pull back ever so slightly. You didn’t realise how amazing the touch of her tongue felt until it was gone.

Her tongue was replaced with one of her long fingers which steadily entered you soon after.

“F-fuck.” you groan.

“That feel good princess?”

You slowly nod your head letting out tiny moans as she puts in another finger and gives them a slight curl to hit your G-spot. Her tongue starts running along your clit, God, it felt like she was spelling out the entire alphabet in swift movements.

Your core began to tighten as her pace increased. Your one hand is clenched onto the back of the bench while your other has her head in hand. You gripped her tightly pushing her face deeper into your pussy as your heart continued to race.

“S-Shuri– I am so close.” You manage to get out just before you let out a loud moan and your back arches up off the seat.

Her pace slows as you come down from the most sensational high you’ve ever felt.

As you catch your breath, she comes up to you and gives you a kiss where you taste yourself on her lips.

She pulls away only inches from your face with a smile, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

“Me too” You say softly.

– The End –

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[gretavanlace]

Adoration

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, denial, masturbation (m), voyeurism, etc

*Just a short little blurb-type deal I cooked up today in light of last night’s nonsense. We all went through it, and it wasn’t cool.

Another giggle you can’t stop bubbles up out of your chest and Jake groans beside you, throwing an arm over your waist. “You’re so loud, baby. Too early. Less sound. More shhh.”

“Sorry.” you whisper, stroking your palm soothingly down his forearm as you scroll through your phone…and you do a wonderful job of stifling yourself, until you come across a particularly hilarious post. A trilling laugh sounds out of you, pulling a disapproving hum out of his chest.

“Seriously?” he huffs, annoyed and frustrated in a way he almost never is with you. He takes his beauty rest very seriously…not that he needs it. “What’s your deal? It’s like minus zero o’clock in the morning and…” he trails off sharply, discovering the culprit, and yanks your phone out of your hand. “Screen time is over, missy.”

“Missy?” you poke his side and roll in to face him. “And it’s all your fault. They’re going insane waiting for something to drop. It’s like you guys have edged the whole fandom…they’re feral, and they’re fucking funny. I hope you all realize your fans are way cooler than the four of you ever thought of being.”

“Well that’s fuckin’ rude.” he feigns anger with his rasping, sleep-drenched tone. “Joke’s on you anyway, darling, because we realized that a looong time ago.”

“Where do we go from here?” you sigh, “Straight to hell for fucking around with their emotions, would be my guess.”

“They secretly like it when we tease them.” he pulls you in closer by the hip. “Me especially, in my most humble opinion. They all want to fuck my lights out and then make me a snack. I should let them.”

“Oh yeah, Jakey.” you peck a kiss against the bridge of his nose. “Very humble.”

“What are they saying?” He reaches out, feeling around in the covers for the phone he just snatched from you, but you knock his hand away.

“Screen time is over, remember? Go back to sleep.”

“No…” he sounds slightly pouty, and it’s very sexy. “I want to know. I’m curious now.”

“You know what curiosity did to the cat, babe.” you taunt, pulling him in so he can’t get his hands on the phone.

“Yeah…about the same thing I did to yours last night. Killed it.”

Your eyes widen with a shake of your head. “You’re right, you really do need some more sleep, because that was terrible. Gross.”

“Can’t disagree with that.” he shrugs. “Not my best work. Seriously though, are they excited?”

He sounds a little unsure, and you find it hopelessly charming. “Of course they are.” you reassure. “They’re also a little pissed, but in a sweet way. They want the goods, baby.”

“Do they?” he croaks in that soft, morning voice that renders you defenseless. “Interesting. How about you? You want the goods?”

“I always want the goods.” you purr. Maybe you should be ashamed of how easily he can switch you on, but you’re not. “Can I have them?”

His gaze shifts to the ceiling, as he feigns thinking it over, until finally… “No, you can’t, actually. I quite like this edging thing. I think I’ll have my fun with you, same as them.”

“Well, I’ve heard the song about a thousand times already, so…”

“Who said anything about the song?” he interrupts, pulling you over as he rolls to his back. “Right here, darling…” he pats his bare thighs, “have a seat.”

Without hesitation, you hike your t-shirt up around your hips, straddle his legs, and reach down to wrap your fingers around his pretty, stiffening, cock, but he waves them away. “No touching, baby. Hands behind your back like a good girl.”

You do as you’re told and stare down at him, so warm and pretty…hair a tangled nest splayed out over his pillow, eyes half-lidded, lips still puffy from sleep. “You see,” he begins quietly, walking his fingers up and down your thighs “I’m sort of addicted to it, all that adoration…being watched. The way they look at me. The way their eyes track me all over the stage. The way they stare. The way they want me. All that need. I fucking love it.”

Your hips begin to rock, searching in vain for friction, but he puts a stop to that with a stern glare.

“And now…” he continues, musing as if lost in thought. “you’ve gone and described it as ‘edging’, talked about them ‘wanting the goods’, about them being all excited for whatever I’m hiding in my little deck of rock and roll cards…now I’m craving it. All that want and need…wanna feel eyes on me, wanting what that can’t have.”

Nodding slowly, you tamp a slight twinge of jealousy down inside you until it dissipates. “Jake…”

“Hush,” he sinks a gentle pinch of a warning into your thigh. “You keep your hands where they are. Understand? They stay behind your back or you won’t like me very much. You’ll like your punishment even less.”

A sharp, urgent nod brings your chin to your chest, you’re eager to please him, as you almost always are.

“That’s my pretty little baby.” he sighs up at you, stroking his thumb over your bottom lip until you can’t resist having a lick. “You listen so well for me, don’t you? You’re such a sweetheart…my best girl.”

“Jakey…” your hips buck on their own accord, eliciting a blip of a frown across his beautiful features.

“Stay still and sit pretty.” he orders in a whisper as he takes hold of his gorgeous, aching cock. “You’re going to watch. You’re gonna watch and want just like they do, because that’s what I need right now.”

“No,” you whimper, “Please, Jake, I need…”

“It’s not about you this time.” he interrupts. “You were the one that couldn’t shut up about how desperate they are, and now I want to be adored…so fucking adore me.”

His hand begins a slow drag, pumping lazily up and down his length as a languid groan shudders out of him. Your eyes squeeze closed, you can’t handle him already…he is a god beneath you and your body is on fire. Throbbing and pulsing, desperate to slip his cock inside of you.

“Look at me.” he demands, sounding strangled, but authoritative.

You shake your head and wring your hands behind you.

“Look. At. Me.” he repeats in a tone so menacing your eyes flutter open as if he has willed it so.

“Oh, baby girl…” he breathes when your stare locks in on him. “I can feel it…how badly you want me. It’s just like when I’m up there with my amps pumping all those pretty sounds into the air. Do you feel it too? The way I slip every note right straight inside them just like I slip my cock into your pretty cunt afterward?”

“Yes…” you pant, staring down as he jerks himself harder, faster, rougher. “I feel it. Fuck, Jake…I want you. Want you so fucking bad. Please.”

“Nope…” he tilts his head back, exposing his throat as he thrashes his head slowly back and forth. “You just stay right there and want me. Fucking want me.”

You can’t help but bend down and lick across his adam’s apple as it bobs with each gasping pull of air he draws into his lungs. He hisses through his teeth, but scrunches his face, determined to stay in control. “Up you go,” he pushes you back into a sitting position with his free hand. “Keep that pretty mouth to yourself. Hands off the talent, love.”

His brow is furrowed and tilted upward, mouth parted to reveal the bubble gum pink of his tongue, chest heaving and panting, betraying how close he is as he nuzzles rhythmically into the pillow, rocking his head against it in the exact same way he does when he falls into his Les Paul on stage.

“So pretty…” you gasp in quiet wonder, tilting your hips to brush the soft lips of your cunt over his knuckles on his fist’s downward pull. “So fucking pretty. Come on, baby, cum.”

He nods frantically, rolling his body beneath you, totally lost in it now, until everything comes to a sudden, grinding halt as his teeth click together, jaw clenched tightly until a growling rumble of a cry tears out of him.

His left hand digs into your hip as pearlescent ropes of cum paint abstract lines across his stomach. You reach forward to sweep the hair off of his dewey forehead, and he allows it as he groans and curses his way through his release.

You murmur adoring words of praise and pet at his breathtaking face until his body stills and he blinks up at you, blurry-eyed and satiated.

He watches, with sluggish, sleepy attention when you make your way down to lick away the mess he’s made. Cleaning him with loving laps of your tongue, swallowing him down, worshiping him…and even once there is none left to be had, you stay. Kissing and tasting his skin until he drifts back to sleep with his hands tenderly laced into your hair.

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[everythingdenied]

ross smut! gf gets jealous of ross’ popularity with womennn

omd this concept is so hot to me idk why. this is not that smutty but i kinda wanna part 2 this w some proper smut (like the aftermath of the taxi ride) so hold me to that incase I forget bestie. anyway, here u go bb...

The taxi-ride home was eerily quiet. Ross and I sat in a somewhat uncomfortable silence as the car zipped through empty streets, the only sound being the dull hum of the car radio and the occasional sigh from Ross. He sat beside me in the backseat, watching as I stared blankly out of the window, my cheek pressed against the cool glass.

"C'mon then, you gonna tell me what's got you in a mood, eh?" His hot breath fanned my exposed neck as he leaned in to murmur in my ear.

I pursed my lips, turning my body away from him in an attempt to signal that I didn't feel like talking.

"Not in a mood..." I mumbled curtly, not even making so much as an attempt to look at him as I continued to fix my gaze on the poorly lit streets as they passed by.

Ross puffed out a laugh, resting his large hand on my thigh, which I feebly attempted to brush away.

"Oh yes you are" He chuckled lowly, voice raspy from the cigarette's he'd chainsmoked tonight. "Had a face on you ever since that group of girls came up to us."

I said nothing, trying desperately to keep a level of stoicism as Ross's hand travelled slightly higher, calloused fingers lightly brushing past the hem of my short mini-dress.

"S'not true."

"Really?" He hummed in a deep baritone, teasingly pressing a featherweight kiss to the sweet spot just behind my ear. "Cause if I didn't know any better...I'd say you were jealous, baby.'

Turning to face Ross for the first time the whole car ride, I shot him a glare, silently cursing him for looking so attractive in his loose dress shirt, hair tied back in a bun. It felt like an impossible task to remain mad at him when he looked this good, curvatures of his face illuminated by the dim street lamps as the taxi drew closer to our apartment.

"I'm not jealous!" I huffed, pausing when Ross cocked a brow, unconvinced. "...Okay, fine. Maybe I'm a little bit jealous. But can you really blame me? S'not easy just sitting there watching girls drape themselves all over you all night."

The edge of Ross's lips curved into a smirk as he watched me pout. Irritated by his reaction, I quickly turned my head away, a little dizzy from the wine I'd been sipping all night.

"Oh, c'mon, baby" He chuckled quietly, squeezing my thigh affectionately as I shrugged his touch away once more. "You can't possibly think I'd even give any of them a second thought. Not when i've got the most sexy..." he paused for a moment, dragging his eyes over my body "beautiful fuckin' woman on my arm. I'd be insane to even look at anyone else."

Glancing back over at him, I chewed on my bottom lip, feeling warmth slowly rise to my cheeks. Ross's thumb grazed over my skin, fingers slowly creeping higher up my thigh as I fidgeted bashfully under his touch.

"Yeah?" I mumbled, leaning into his strong chest as he nibbled lightly on my earlobe, dipping two fingers under my lace panties as inconspicuously as he could so not to alert the cab driver. I bit back a gasp as the pads of his cold fingers skimmed against my core, slowly circling my clit.

"Mhm, wouldn't want anyone else, pretty girl."

"Y-you mean it?" I gazed up at my boyfriend's tall figure, my eyes lidding with pleasure as his lips travelled to my neck, engulfing me with his adoration.

"I mean it, my love. I'm yours and no one else's yeah?" he hummed against my skin. "Only yours."

#sorry to the taxi driver xxx #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald #blurb night <3

[dirtythirtyfest]

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Harry's friends hire him a stripper for his birthday party!! Louis shows up in a sexy fireman uniform and sets Harry's heart alight.

Harry gets a virtual reality experience for his birthday and decides to experience what it's like to be pregnant

There's no better time to ask to get pissed on than your dirty thirtieth birthday, is there?

Harry only has one wish for his birthday, to get his boys back together for one last orgy before he turns 30. Just like they used to have back in the day.

Harry and Louis are flight attendants and FWB. Harry is keeping quiet about his birthday because he doesn't want to run the risk of being disappointed by Louis not making a fuss. At midnight local time, somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, he turns thirty. Louis remembered, and does indeed want to make a fuss (in the relative privacy of the bathroom).

Just once, Harry would like to be able to go to a sex party without being recognized. He gets his wish. How this happens and what he does there is up to the author.

Harry's birthday request is to come so many times he forgets his own name. His friends help him get there. (A dark fic would be great, as would a fun, sexy, consensual orgy fic)

Harry spends the day leading up to his surprise party dropping increasingly passive aggressive hints, thinking that his boyfriend Louis has actually forgotten his birthday!

Omegaverse: Harry finds a way to sync his heat/rut to his mate's so that they can bond on his birthday. Non-traditional pairings (A/A, O/O, or any pack combo) are ok.

Harry's boyfriend finds his secret stash of lingerie/niche sex toys/highly specific porn and plans a birthday surprise

a/b/o universe, omega harry gets a birthday gift from friends which is an all paid luxury cruise for him to really start his 30’s off right, (would love a knows he’s sexy and maybe a little sassy ) harry who meets (very Alpha and super sexy louis (a bonus point if it’s the peaky blinders haircut louis goddd) ) and they just hit it off immediately and the attraction is so insane and somehow gives him the best fucking of his life for his birthday/whole time they’re on the cruise like i’m thinking harry riding louis but only using the motion of the BOAT come onnnnnn anyway harry having the best sex of his life those 2 weeks for his birthday is the end goal here lol

harry’s 30th bday he goes to a strip club where he gets to save a horse by riding cowboy louis :’)))))) after niall is like HEY ITS MY FRIENDS BDAY HAHA , first just simulated onstage but then they meet up later after cuz WHY NOT yolo harry thinks and that guy had a huge dick (confirmed lol) to do the real thing and harry gets to ride louis’s dick into the sunset, after having wonderful filthy birthday sex of course! some major harry appreciation pls :)

it’s secretary harry’s birthday, he woke up feeling fucking great and is ready for the start of his day! he goes into work, always dresses very free you know, and today decides to wear the slutty gucci skirt (YOU KNOW THE ONE) and his silver fox boss louis takes IMMEDIATE notice and like they’ve always had this tension right but the two are nothing but professional! just flirty enough you know >:) but all hell breaks loose this day and then louis gives harry the best birthday of his life, im talking 30 spanks, im talking about harry being bent over the desk getting fucked so hard it might break and THEN im talking pearl necklace (but then also a real one after the whole thing as a real present to match the sexy one louis just gave him shiftosnfoee and sure they fall in love)

shy harry trying to step into his sexiness and accepting himself decides to have a lil photo shoot done for his 30th birthday and enlists best friend louis (or zayn ehehe) to help him out and said helper is like yeah why not??? NOT KNOWING harry plans to have a very Sexy photo shoot with plenty of skirts and heels and lingerie and glitter and are those handcuffs??? clearly they didn’t know what they were getting into but ALRIGHT and harry just really like embraces the being sexy SO sexy and harry just does everything he’s directed to do and it’s so hot that after they’re done they have some of the best sex of harry’s life as he deserves lmao

Harry's 30th birthday wish is to be turned into a vampire, and it comes true :) also this means vampire sex! (girl direction would be amazing but anything is ok)

Harry visits a glory hole and gets to experience it from both sides

girl direction: 30 birthday spankings? too boring! Harry decides to gather 30 of her closest friends and have them unleash their wildest kinks and fetishes on her. go WILD, please-- no holds barred.

sub h x dom louis trying 30 new things in the leadup to his birthday or on the day of his bday things like new positions, new toys, nipple play,lingerie

Harry attends an orgy and shyly admits to a guy who hits on him that it's his birthday, and that he wants to be used by multiple partners. The guy grins and asks if Harry knows what that's called, and tells him he's a pass around party bottom. (Inspired by Andy Cohen calling Anderson Cooper on NYE.) Then he makes it happen for Harry.

something based on the fire hydrant shirt harry has worn..

harrys birthday show louis had wrecked him the morning of and left him very sensitive for the show the tassels keep brushing his sore nipples and butt plug making it hard to dance performs medicine very slutty rest up to author

girl direction for her birthday, harry asks louis to wreck her and specifically asks to make her squirt for the first time

#1dficfests #dirtythirtyfest #fic prompts #signal boost #some of these would make AMAZING art prompts just saying!!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

this kingdom v, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook is thinking about giving his noona a break. She's been grinding League of Legends games for weeks. A change of pace was good, right? (Jungkook definitely wasn't pressured by Kim Taehyung to serve a little romance for once in his life instead of constant horny). They go camping by the sea. They still fuck. Jungkook is predictable. He wouldn't say he was though. Not out loud. Maybe under duress.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; Jungkook is low-key high-key? a brat; some technical LoL talk; fluff, tbh; intense smut (fem reader, spit kink, pet name (for JK), gagged + cuffed JK, edging, pain kink, handjob, begging, m-receiving oral / face-fucking, mentions of ball-squeezing, semi-public groping, indecent exposure(?), multiple orgasms, doggy, scratching, spanking, fingering); non-idol!BTS; long black-haired, tsundere softsub!Jungkook x self-assured, cocky, power-bottom/softdom noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and your POV; ft Kim Seokjin yelling at you to touch grass

yup, JK is still obsessed with her booty. happy JK day!

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

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“Little bunny, I know you want to scream, but the neighbors said we’re too loud, so I’ll have to silence you for now.”

Crack!

Yeah, okay, like that wasn’t loud.

“I know you like that.”

Jeon Jungkook really wanted to tell himself that he didn’t. He was a simple guy. Food, games, girls, in that order… obviously. His friends liked to tell him he was a total simp for his woman, but Jungkook begged to differ. He was a sensible man. He wasn’t going to get all starry-eyed over some pretty girl. That was all cosmetic shit anyway. It was the stats that mattered.

She stuck her tongue out and spit slid off the pink tip, splattering onto his crotch, onto her hand around his rock-hard dick.

Okay.

He could explain.

Jungkook bit down hard and tried not to let his eyes roll back into his head as she started jacking him off again.

She cocked her head at him, stroking her thigh with his belt, tracing the red mark at the inner part as she pushed him to the brink, again, with her spit and her hand. She wasn’t just a pretty face. No, his noona was drop-dead gorgeous. That dangerous smile, that messy hair that was usually in a defined ponytail, that sexy body that was a knockout in clothes, but even better naked. Perky tits and lovely waist that fit just right in his hands and flared out into that perfectly shaped ass that was now planted on his tense leg as he slammed his handcuffed hands into the headboard and chomped down on the ball gag, electricity all over his nerves as she adjusted her grip, now slightly higher, slick, sensitive, tight, please don’t, please don’t, he kept telling his head and his head whispered back, please do, just one more time, just–

She stopped and dropped down, wrapping her lips around the wet head and soaking it with saliva, cutting off his orgasm with softness and making him scream into the plastic.

He tried to jerk his hips up but her knee came down and pinned him, still leisurely sucking on his dick like he wasn’t thrashing on her bed and making the whole bedframe clatter against the wall. Staring at him to make him self-conscious, so he glared back, his long black hair a mess over his eyes, feeling the stinging strain all over his body and he hated it.

He didn’t like it one bit.

She stared into his eyes.

Okay, okay, okay, it was a fucking lie, it was all a fucking lie, he loved every agonizing second, fuck, so fucking stupid that he loved it so fucking much, stop looking at me like that, shit, getting harder, seeing peeks of her little pink tongue slipping out from her full lips, caressing his shaft with the utmost care, saliva dripping down and pooling onto his crotch, I’m gonna go insane, her hands sliding down, smearing it everywhere, two fingers slipping around his balls and stroking the space just under him and Jungkook was done for.

His eyes rolled back into his head, feelings her nails drag over his skin.

She popped her mouth off him and kissed up his tense abs, his shaking chest, past his racing heartbeat, and he couldn’t look, couldn’t bear her smirk of triumph as she planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the plastic ball gag that he was drooling around.

Fuck me.

His brain, annoyingly, reminded him.

She is.

Jungkook growled and snapped his head back to that wolfish, smug grin that was hovering above him.

“Why are your hands up here?” she purred, her fingers sliding up his arms, massaging his flexed forearms, fingers stroking his clenched fists above his head. She tapping her fingertips against his white knuckles.

She licked his face.

Hot, slick, possessive.

“Don’t you wanna fuck my pretty face?”

He was breathing very hard.

Don’t give in, don’t give in, don’t give in.

But this was her kingdom.

Her head moved to the side, tucking into the crook of his shoulder, Jungkook groaned, seeing her raised ass in the air. Round, perky, so delicious he wanted to sink his teeth into it. She placed her weight into his chest and he felt her hard nipples against his skin as she threw his belt over her back, using both hands to readjust the placement.

She let the leather cut into that curve, bouncing lightly to let him see it sink into her flesh.

Loosened her grip a little and snapped it down onto her ass, moaning lightly into his ear.

Probably didn’t even hurt that much but Jungkook was too horny to give a single fuck. Pride? What pride? Fuck pride, his arms came down and desperate, gurgled whimpers were emitting from his throat, pushing down on her shoulders with his forearms, and she laughed, he didn’t even care. Begging? Sure, why the fuck not, call it begging, he didn’t care anymore, shoving her down his torso, handcuffed hands awkward and jerky, but she moved like liquid, sliding down his body, placing her hands on the bed.

Lifted her head.

Hovered above his embarrassingly hard dick and grinned, letting her tongue hang out.

Jungkook grabbed the top of her head and pushed her hair away from her face, ticking his chin down.

Fucking start!

She looked down and licked the dark red tip lightly.

He should have pulled on her hair, but he forgot. Jungkook just found himself whining, holding her hair back, shifting his hips impatiently.

“Don’t hold back, little bunny.”

Her tongue curled around the head of his cock and collected it into her lips in one swift motion.

Damn, those flawless mechanics.

Jungkook pushed her head down and she swallowed his length. Hot, wet, tight. He wanted to say he controlled the pace. He really did. He pushed down, but there was a split second of hesitation on pulling up – he was still holding onto her hair – but she got the hint, pushing back against him as if to defy him, so he pushed down again, she pulled back, a tug of war all of a sudden, her lips so soft, her throat so tight, her tongue all over him, all around the head when she ascended and underneath the head when she descended, him shoving her down, her jerking back up. The increased speed and roughness she used in resisting his hands, he returned in the force of his palms, and now they had created a furious, intense rhythm, his eyes squeezing shut, warm wet sleeve around his throbbing cock, so good, I hate it, I hate that you’re so fucking good, hate it so fucking much that I love you, fuck, but the words were muffled and trapped in his throat, his teeth sinking into the ball gag, thrusting his hips up and hitting the back of her throat, the muscles back there tightening, immobile, didn’t even gag.

He was scared he was going to fuck it up with his frenzied desperation, and he opened his eyes, seeing her shoulders lock, her hands bracing herself, and she glanced at him.

Unafraid.

Unbothered.

Hell, maybe borderline bored.

His cock jerked and Jungkook gasped behind the gag, snapping his head back into the pillows and forcing his hips up, sliding into the deepest, tightest part of her throat, and his orgasm shot out, his tense body violently flinching with each throb. Seeing white and moaning messily, wretched, wrecked, losing grip, ricocheting pleasure piercing through him, feeling her head retreat slightly, swallowing noisily around his cock, the vibration strumming through his veins, compounding the already overwhelming sensations.

Holy shit.

Her tongue, so soft, pressing to the base of the head, teasing the thin skin there.

His body collapsed into the mattress and her mouth followed, sinking down and licking all around.

Fine.

His woman was always number one in his head and he was a total simp.

Not that Jungkook was going to say that out loud.

Willingly.

-

“How’s your wrists?”

“Fine.”

“Ah. Cool.”

You turned away and rubbed your throat, swallowing lightly. The soreness was mostly in your jaw. You locked it for too long. Should have relaxed it in the tiny increments of ascending. You isolated the muscles and flexed it as you put the handcuffs in the nightstand. You picked up the ball gag beside you and chuckled, seeing the teeth marks. This was going to be expensive, trying to keep Jungkook silent.

You tossed it in the trash, shrugging.

“Are you okay?”

You stood up, plucking Jungkook’s white t-shirt off your gaming chair. “Hm?”

“I asked if you were okay,” your boyfriend snapped from behind you as you slid his shirt on, covering your naked body. He cleared his throat as you popped your head out, turning your head to look at him while you pulled your hair out of the neck hole.

“I… I didn’t want to be too rough on you.”

He was chewing on his lip, voice softened.

You smirked.

“You’re never rough on me, little bunny.”

You sat down and swiveled around, tapping your keyboard to wake your computer up. Jungkook was sitting on your bed, wearing only his black boxer briefs, loosely holding his phone. There were small marks by the sides of his lip, including a dent from his lip ring. You had massaged the sides of his mouth after removing the gag. Jungkook had tried to push you away, but you slapped his hand away and checked his piercing, ignoring his protests.

You let him wipe the drool off his own mouth, though. He wasn’t a kid.

“Shouldn’t you go to sleep?”

“I gotta play one more game,” you replied, logging into League of Legends. “Ten points from completing this mission. Probably just an ARAM. A Summoner’s Rift game will take too long.”

You heard rustling and seconds later Jungkook was behind you.

“Noona.”

Your mouse hovered over the ‘Find Match’ button but you didn’t click it.

Instead, you sensed a shift in Jungkook’s tone and faced him, seeing him standing behind you.

“What up?”

His eyes shifted from the screen, to you, and for a split second you braced yourself, feeling as if the unpleasant conversation was coming. The you-game-too-much conversation. It always came, especially with the older guys you had fucked. When are you going to grow up? It’s nice to have hobbies, but you should focus on your career and starting a family instead of video games. Blah, blah, blah. They yapped like annoying dogs and you’d tell them to fuck off and then ghost them. It was a pain in ass dating someone who didn’t understand something as simple as your love for games, and you had no problem cutting out those kinds of people.

Except.

Except this was Jungkook and, in this moment, you realized how much it would really hurt if he asked you to stop gaming.

Fuck, I love this guy.

Jungkook ran his hand though his long black hair and shifted his eyes, darting his gaze to your face, to the wall, to your neck, to your computer, to your face, and so on.

Huh?

“Do you have tea?” he mumbled.

You blinked at him. “What?”

“Tea.” Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Not every drink in this place is an energy drink or soda, right?”

You frowned. “Uh… I think my mom got me a box of lemon tea when I was sick, yeah…” You stood up, wandering off to the kitchen, trying to remember which cabinet it was. Opening random ones and reaching to the back. It was in the third one you opened, a little box with tubular packets of instant lemon-flavored black tea that could be made cold or hot. Your mom knew how lazy you were. “You want tea?”

“I want to make you some hot tea, yeah.”

You popped up from the ground, clutching the box of tea. You were behind the peninsula of the kitchen counter and Jungkook was on the other side, peering over to watch you search.

“What?”

He jerked back, eyes getting all shifty again.

An awkward silence.

You stared at him as he shuffled around the counter, pointedly not looking at you as he neared. Snatched the box from your hands and scuttled sideways like a river crab, reaching into one of the lower cabinets for a pot.

“I have an electric kettle.”

Jungkook flinched as you reached around him and brought it out from an upper cabinet, placing it on the counter. You glanced at his face. He turned away.

His ears were red.

“Go start your game,” he barked gruffly.

A weird tingle danced through your chest and you reached up reflexively, touching your cheek.

It was warm.

Am I blushing?!

You yanked your hand away from your face and spoke up. “I… I can just make it myself, you kno–”

Jungkook’s head whipped around so fast that you backed up, hitting the counter as he pushed you into it, crowding you with his larger frame. Dark brown eyes flashing, brows furrowed, lips twisted into a frown, and his cheeks were bright pink.

“I’ll do it,” he gritted out.

You blinked at him.

He cleared his throat, leaning in closer. “I mean, I’ll do it, because if I don’t, you’ll think I can’t. I can make tea better than you can anyway.”

“It’s, uh, just the powder packets…” you pointed out, poking the box in his hand, not looking away from his face.

Jungkook looked down and saw the packaging. “Oh.” His head lifted and there was no more anger. You always knew he had some big peepers, but they were extra noticeable today. Just… stunning. Jungkook was always stunning, no question. Even your parents overlooked the tattoos and piercings because Jungkook had such a handsome face. He was always polite around them too.

You really are the perfect guy, Jungkook.

You opened your mouth to tell him that, but he closed the distance between you and him and placed a light kiss on your lips, his clean scent filling your nose.

“Go win, noona,” he murmured, kissing you again and nudging you with his nose, pushing you away from him, back towards the direction of your computer. “If you play too late, all the degenerates wake up.”

You chuckled, scooting away from him.

Then, before you forgot, you pressed your lips to his ear, whispering softly.

Delicately.

Fondly.

“I love you.”

You slipped past him and went to your computer, clicking the ‘Find Match’ button.

-

“What champion are you playing?”

“Renata.”

Renata Glasc, the Chem-Baroness, the calculated bloodthirsty Zaun enchanter support that could turn opponents against each other with her ultimate, causing them to attack each other once her dark pink cloud of chemicals possessed them for a few seconds. You pioneered her with confidence, dancing the line of too close and just out of reach. Paired with Amumu, the Sad Mummy, whose ultimate stunned everyone within the giant area-of-effect circle, you two could provide great setup for your last three teammates to kill the entire enemy team.

The problem was, your other three teammates weren’t being patient.

“Fucking shit…”

The Amumu was great. They even communicated when they had their ult even though you could see the cooldown by the mummy’s portrait on the right. They were definitely following your lead. Your other three teammates were playing stupid now though. A couple won teamfights and those idiots thought they were invincible, not waiting for your and Amumu’s setup.

“What the fuck, why didn’t your Diana wait?” Jungkook complained as your screen went gray.

You rubbed your forehead. “Didn’t wait for Amumu to engage.”

“He had two seconds until his ult was up! Come on!”

You stifled your laugh, reaching over to the tea Jungkook had set on the side of your desk. His tattooed hand shot out and flicked you away from it, putting your hand back on the mouse.

“You revived.”

“I was going to take a sip of your hard work.”

He gave you the side eye. “It’s too hot right now. Don’t you know the concept of boiled water? Come on, Sett is gonna go in again like a fucking dumbass.”

You cocked an eyebrow as you bought your items and right-clicked your way back to the center of the map. “You wanna play for me?”

“Hell no. I don’t know how to play Renata.”

He was sitting on the edge of your bed, watching your game from behind. Surprisingly, not backseat gaming, only commenting and getting angry for you even though he wasn’t even in the game. Sometimes it really bothered you when someone watched, but this game was going to end soon… hopefully.

“It’s pretty easy,” you said as you played, right clicking and making sure to keep Renata out of arm’s reach from your opponents. “The Q is a hook to yank an enemy around, the W is an attack speed steroid and revival if your teammate’s health hits zero and kills someone before it runs out, the E is a shield that slows when you throw it out. And the R–”

“Is that nasty pink cloud that makes everyone go berserk, I see that,” Jungkook finished for you, his pitch hiking excitedly. “Shit! Nice!”

You had mashed R the second you saw Amumu throw himself into the fray and the enemy team pile on top of him. Killed four of the enemies and were now chasing down the last to ace them.

“This Amumu is actually really good,” you hummed, keeping an eye out as you attacked the tower. Everyone else had ended up dying after killing the enemy Maokai. Damn tree was unkillable. “I don’t know if we can win though. My Draven can’t kill Maokai and he won’t build fuckin’ lifesteal to survive either.”

There was silence as you focused, suddenly pulled into the game. Huh. You weren’t one to give up easily, but it hadn’t been going well and you could see your teammates weren’t really thinking about how to win fights, and yet, slowly but surely, you could see the tides were turning. The cooldowns were getting shorter, Amumu was getting tankier, and you focused on staying alive, because even if your inhibitor was down and your teammates were being dumb, you didn’t die, keeping them alive and winning the latest fight by the slimmest of margins, hooking the enemy Jinx and pulling her towards you, dying from her rocket as your teammates closed in and killed her.

Hm.

You could see the angle now.

You had enough movement speed now to get close and bait the damage dealers into going for you, since they were avoiding the tanky Amumu. Now the fights were different. The enemy team was getting impatient, chasing after you a little too much, not thinking that you would have the gall to turn and fight, using your ult to buy that crucial second of time for your teammates to capitalize.

You could feel it.

The best feeling you could get when you were playing games, that kind of floating elation when you knew you were doing everything right, completely absorbed and moving by instinct, timing your movements to both start the fight and make up for your teammates’ weaknesses. Sometimes you had to accept the ones playing with you weren’t the best, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t win. You just had to predict what the opponents would do, how your teammates would react, and keep them alive for as long as you could, pushing forward bit by bit, grinning as you spied the enemy Jinx stepping a little too close.

A primary damage dealer seeking to kill the low-damage support. What could go wrong for her?

Q, W your Diana as she jumped in, R, E to shield at the last second and–

“Holy shit.”

Aced the enemy team.

“They can’t win now,” you declared.

You almost forgot Jungkook was there. Your mouth responded to him but your head was in the game, mapping out the path for victory. You died one more time, yet everything was falling into place. Finally, your teammates realized to simply follow your lead with Amumu’s engage, and that was all you needed, to control the pace, and you did so flawlessly.

“Shurelya’s was definitely the best choice here, we needed that speed up,” you muttered as the enemy nexus exploded, sitting back as the VICTORY screen popped up. “I’m glad I built that instead of Imperial Mandate,” you went on under your breath, peering at the ending statistics as you reached over to the mug of tea waiting for you, sipping the piping hot liquid.

Oh! Perfect temperature.

“That was crazy,” Jungkook sighed in awe behind you.

You almost splashed the entire mug onto your face in surprise. Oh, shit, that’s right! You swallowed hard, wincing at the amount, sudden pain and heat.

“Ack, uh... yeah…”

“Is it too hot?”

You waved hurriedly as you heard him scramble to his feet, choppily jerking your head as you tried not to cough. Not you choking on tea and not his dick. “Guk, fine… I’m fine…”

You caught his eye and froze.

Jungkook also froze, realizing his expression and stance of concern, torn between showing it and not showing it, but then it was too long of a timeframe and now he was just staring at you and you were staring at him, wheezing silently for a moment. You weakly took another sip of tea. He wiggled backward and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed again.

“You… You’re good, right?” he finally asked.

You nodded slowly. “Y… Yep.”

Silence.

You drank some tea.

Jungkook’s long hair was tied up in ponytail, exposing his awkward face. “Cool. Cool.”

You breathed out. You weren’t usually awkward around Jungkook. It was kind of hard to be, because he was so funny. His behavior was probably infuriating to some, but it mostly made you laugh. Maybe some thought that you were enduring his childish behavior a little too much. You didn’t really see it that way though. Jungkook always had good intentions, and he tried not to show too much of his kind nature by pretending to be harsh. It was just…

Well, when you thought he might ask you to stop gaming, you realized that you might actually consider it if it really did bother him.

And that was made you embarrassed.

That would mean you loved him that much.

Yes, you knew you loved Jungkook, more than any other guy you ever dated, of course. The sex was incredible, he was fun to be around, you liked all his little quirks and his predictably stubborn reactions to your behavior. You would be sad if he gave up on his pretend fighting-for-dominance schtick. But enough to rethink your gaming habits? Whoa. That was a little insane, no? And he was right here. You weren’t exactly alone to process this new revelation. Plus, he made you hot tea because he was worried that he had hurt you. It didn’t matter if you said you were okay; you always said you were okay.

There was no reason to worry him.

You found yourself gazing into his eyes and he was gazing back, silent and entranced.

Maybe.

Maybe he knew that you would always say that you were okay, that you would always stay strong in front of him, that you never wanted him to feel guilty for being himself, especially when you asked for it.

You smiled at him from behind your Poro-printed mug.

Jungkook smiled back, probably instinctively.

Oh, God, we’re so gross.

You hastily took another sip and did not choke this time.

You heard him clearing his throat and scratching his head, reaching over the bed to pick up his phone.

“Hey, noona…”

“Mhm?”

“Have you ever been in a camping caravan?”

You scrunched up your face in thought. “Uh… think my dad took me camping a couple times when I was young. We rented one of those camping trailers, yeah. Went to go fishing and stuff. I never caught anything,” you added with a laugh. “Mostly he toasted a billion marshmallows and I would chow down until I felt sick,” you snickered, remembering those nights in the woods under the starry sky. “Mom never came. She thought it was horrible being away from a comfy bed. Why live like cavemen when we’re civilized human beings? So, it was only Dad and I, until I got a computer and then we kinda stopped…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling rueful as you remembered.

“Let’s go next weekend.”

You sat up, blinking rapidly, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. You could call you dad later. “Huh?”

“The LoL event will be over by then,” Jungkook mumbled as he poked around on his phone. “I’ll rent one and we’ll go.”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Jungkook, you’re not gonna want me out in nature. I barely touch grass as it is, let alone know anything about camping. My dad did everything.”

“S’fine. I know stuff.”

He looked up.

“I’ll do everything. You won’t rest your wrists unless you’re nowhere near your computer.”

You felt your face burn. “What! I–”

“Will just switch to a phone game or a console game when the event is over,” he finished for you with a roll of his eyes, going back to his phone. “I’ll rent it, pick the camping site, and we’ll go next weekend.”

“You’re not even gonna let me exp–”

“No.”

“I won’t–”

“Yes, you will. Let’s go camping, like you and your dad used to do.”

You opened your mouth but nothing came out. You wanted to say, I’m not addicted to gaming, or, you’re not the boss of me, or some equally dumb shit, but then your recalled sitting by the sea with your father, a little cold, your child self snuggling by his arm, and he was asking you, did you have fun? You told him you did. You wanna go home now and watch TV, don’t you? Heh, I guess you put up with your old man long enough, kiddo. You had thought that was weird for him to say. I like hanging out with you. He had laughed. It’s the marshmallows, huh? You had punched his hard bicep with your tiny fist. No, you stupid dummy, I love you, Dad.

And then your father did a weird thing.

He started crying.

You were startled, because nothing sad was happening, as far as you knew.

He had hugged you super tight and you had wriggled around, confused, and now older you remembered this moment that child you thought was weird as fuck. He had stopped pretty quickly and started tickling you, making you forget all about it, but you remembered now, his warm hug and him patiently teaching you how to fish despite how fucking terrible you were at it, lighting sparklers at night, carrying you on his shoulders as he hiked along the path you were supposed to do together, scolding you to stop tugging at his ears but you kept doing so.

You were a rebellious little shit.

You heard Jungkook call your name and you snapped back to present time, seeing your boyfriend raising an eyebrow at you.

“You spaced out.”

You blinked slowly, clearing your blurry vision. “Ah, sorry.” You stood up, taking your now empty mug with you. “Okay. Let’s go next weekend.”

“Let me wash that.”

“Jungkook, I can wash dishes.”

“Not like how I can wash dishes.”

“What, did you spend ten thousand hours doing dishes and now you’re a  master at it or something?”

“Give me the cup.”

“Never met a man so aggressive about clean dishes, sheesh…”

-

Jungkook could not believe he was the one trying to convince his girlfriend that they should eat a damn vegetable.

“I’m fine with getting a fourth pack of pork belly,” he was hearing himself saying and still not quite believing it. “But we should bring some kimchi to sauté in the pork fat.” He never thought he be advocating for cabbage, but here he was, forcefully adding the packets of kimchi into the shopping cart. Shouldn’t this situation be reversed?

She frowned at him, dropping in the packs of instant noodles. “Are you sure that’s good?”

“Of course, it’s good. You think I don’t know what good food is?”

“You’ll eat anything, Jungkook.”

“I just hate wasting food,” he grumbled, seeing a small pot on a lower shelf. Oh shit. He forgot to pack one. That would be bad if she wanted noodles. He quickly picked it up and added it to the cart. “Did you get rice?”

“Ah, I’ll go get it.”

“I can follow you, you know.”

She turned and, right in the middle of the grocery store, flipped up the bottom of her oversized red and black T1 hoodie, exposing her slinky black leggings molded to her perky, plump ass. The most perfect shape he had ever seen, and those juicy, squeezable thighs.

Fuck.

“Oh. I know.”

His dick immediately shot up.

“Noona!” he hissed, but she was already walking off, causing him to hurry along awkwardly with his now very inconvenient tent in his pants while they were in this very convenient grocery store. Great. Just great. He wasn’t planning on pitching a tent in the store, but here he was. Ugh, her perfect ass though. Damnit. He fuckin’ loved it when she made it bounce as he jacked off on her command and had her roughly squeeze his balls like they owned her money. A whole fucking lot of it too. Love it when he begged her to smack her ass and knead it and sink her fingers into those juicy cheeks as he roughly pumped his dick and felt the violent pressure of her inescapable grip borderline destroying his poor, helpless balls.

“Jungkook.”

He jumped, nearly flinging himself into the aisle of snacks as the subject of all his horny fantasies pressed up against him and nuzzled his neck.

“Do you wanna get some drinks?” that wolfish smile asked innocently as she not-so-innocently palmed his rock-hard dick through his sweatpants, sinful fingers curling around the length, lightly rubbing his balls underneath at the same time.

“S… Stop…” he breathed, feeling his cock throb and jerk happily from her touch. Stop, his mouth said, keep going, his dick said, you’re in public, his brain reminded him, and his dick agreed, hell yeah, I am, if only it was a little more public–

Jungkook forced his hand to shoot forward and wrap around her fingers, squeezing them and himself hard enough so his dick was choked into submission to avoid jail time for indecent exposure. He was two seconds away from dropping his pants and humping her right here in the goddamn grocery store. Would be a cool headline, but Park Jimin would never stop teasing him about it if it happened, so…

Not worth it.

He shoved his forehead against hers, glaring as piercingly as he could, which, admittedly, was probably not that intimidating, but he had to fucking try, didn’t he? One of them had to be sensible in this relationship! Not that he wanted to be, hell no, he wanted to be her sex slave, what, no he didn’t, well, I do but now is not the time to think stuff like that, he scolded himself, clenching his jaw as he fiercely stared into those gorgeous, mischievous, daring eyes. She was so damn pretty. Everything about her, especially like this, no makeup, just glowing under him, smirk and all.

Beautiful.

It nearly made him sick.

“Stop,” he growled, low and dangerous.

Her smirk turned into a pleased, stunning smile as she strongly pulsed her palm around his length.

His eyes almost rolled back into his head.

“Okay.”

Kissed his nose and let go of him, breaking out of his grip easily.

Jungkook had to bite his tongue to avoid screaming.

-

“Shit. I forgot something.”

“What is it? I’ll go back in since I’m paying for groceries.”

Jungkook shoved you back into the passenger’s seat before you could stand up. “Stay here.”

You cocked in eyebrow, resisting his grip. “Why?”

His hold tightened, his hand sliding down the front of your hoodie, pressing down on your thigh. That would stop a lot of women. Men too, probably. Would stop anyone, really, Jungkook’s tattooed fingers sinking into the inside of your thigh, squeezing hard and powerfully, but it didn’t stop you, too used to his type and his antics.

You crossed your legs and squashed his fingers in between your soft thighs, leaning towards him slyly.

You loved his eyes. Those big peepers gave him away every time, no matter how tough he was acting. His lips could be set in annoyance, his brows could be furrowed angrily, and he could try to hide under his large, charcoal dray bucket hat, but you saw the sparks within those large dark brown orbs. Fear and desire, mixed together. An expression you knew well.

You were the main perpetrator of both emotions for Jeon Jungkook.

“What do you think you’re doing, little bunny?” you whispered, hot and heavy.

He set his jaw, tugging at his hand. Trying to pull away, but not really, the pads of his fingers curling in, his breathing shallowing. You lurched your hips forward and the side of his hand pressed against your clothed pussy, crushing him from three sides.

Jungkook leaned in too.

Growling low, all bark and no bite.

“Can you listen to me for once–”

You licked the side of his lip, outlining his lip ring.

Stared into his eyes.

“S… Stop…”

His eyelashes lowered. Your head tilted. You flexed your legs, constricting his fingers between your thighs, inhaling the breath he let out with effort. You dismantled his defenses, one by one, and Jungkook refused to look at you, refused to lose until he could refuse no longer, because you were so close, centimeters from his lips, and his gaze lifted, knowing you would take what was yours the second he made eye contact, even right out here in the public parking lot, anywhere, always forcing him to walk the line of decency and desperation.

You knew he liked it.

He wouldn’t say, but those eyes willingly surrendering, pleading to be taken, were enough.

Your phone vibrated in your bag.

Both Jungkook and you jerked, squinting at the tiny black backpack that demanded your attention with a thrilling buzz. You reached over and he took the chance to yank his hand out, his breath catching, biting back a sound and forcing it back down his throat. Sounded suspiciously like a whimper, but he mumbled, I’ll be back, and stumbled out of the car, hastily adjusting his crotch before sprinting back to the store.

You watched him go, the corner of your lips quirking up.

Glanced at the phone screen and answered.

“What?”

“Yah!” Kim Seokjin shouted. He did not know the meaning of a normal volume. “You are supposed to say hello! Where are your manners?” Well, maybe that habit was restricted to you, considering you answered with what instead of a pleasant greeting.

“Are you in jail?” you asked nonchalantly. “Otherwise, I can’t imagine why you are calling.”

“I am not in jail. I am a good boy,” Seokjin snapped, and you imagined his facial expression twisted into hamster-like fury, glaring at the phone even though you couldn’t see. “Also, are you implying you wouldn’t bail me out? Yah! I’d help you, you ungrateful–”

“After I figure out why you’re there and taking out the appropriate party, yeah, I’d come get you and your broad shoulders.”

You heard Seokjin mumble your ominous usage of taking out the appropriate party, and he was very aware you didn’t mean a nice date. “Anyway,” he pivoted, getting to the point of his call. “Since I know you never touch grass, I’m inviting you to my parents’ summer party this weekend, along with Jungkook, where you two will behave like normal human beings,” he added warningly. “There will be lots of meat barbecue and I’m inviting the other guys so you better come.”

You raised your eyebrows.

Apparently, Seokjin didn’t like what happened last time when you snuck off to the bathroom of his parents’ house to make out with Jungkook’s neck, leaving bite marks under his collar as you stroked your boyfriend's chest through his shirt, forcing him to look into the mirror as you pressed your chest to his back and watched him try to stifle his moans as you reached down, down… Only for Seokjin to stumble in and yank your hands off the younger man, scolding you in the corner, you insatiable animal, I knew it, I can’t take the two of you anywhere, and you grinned at his skittish panic, shifting your gaze to Jungkook and licking your teeth, teasing that deepening blush on those cheeks.

Still, Seokjin was inviting you again.

Probably would glare at you and Jungkook every two seconds, but that could be a fun game.

“Oi, stop plotting!” Seokjin barked. “Where’s Jungkook? Tell him.”

“Ah, Seokjin, you’re too late. Jungkook is actually taking me to touch grass. We’re going camping.”

You heard a gasp. “Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook, the friend I haven’t seen in months because he’s lost his mind over your fat ass.” He was trying insult you but you hummed approvingly, and Seokjin snorted. “Is taking you camping? You, who can’t live without games and internet?”

You imagined him squinting suspiciously.

“Who are you and what did you do to my friend?”

You checked your nails. “Sorry I can’t come. Tell your mom I miss her cooking.”

“What did he do? Is he threatening you? Should I fight him?”

A laugh burst out from your lungs. “You really think Jungkook can threaten me?”

Seokjin made a high-pitched confused noise. “I can’t imagine why you would willingly go camping.”

“Do you think you can fight Jungkook?” you teased.

“Well, no, but I can throw Jimin in front of him and I’m sure Taehyung will show up–”

The trunk opened and you whipped your head around to see Jungkook shoving something into the back hurriedly. He jerked up and spied you peeking at him from the front. You tilted your head at him and spoke into the phone.

“My piece of meat is here. You won’t be able to call me this weekend but we can chat later, Seokjin.”

“Ew, don’t call him a piece of meat, that’s disgusting, don’t ever speak to me aga–”

Your boyfriend glared at you from the back.

You stuck your tongue out and licked the air.

He slammed the truck closed.

-

You crouched by Jungkook’s side as he attempted to attach the caravan to the car.

“Should we ask the employee again?”

“I got it,” he mumbled under his breath, doing who-knows-what. In his big bucket hat, oversized sweatshirt, and loose pants, all charcoal gray, he looked like big boulder against the ground. You were tempted to sit on him, but you didn’t want him to get distracted and later have to chase a runaway trailer because it detached, so you let him work on it.

Okay, a small part of you considered the risk.

The other part of you was enjoying his focus on making sure everything was secure. There was something attractive about it. You almost wandered off to ask for help again, but you realized your need to do that was your unease in depending on someone else. You didn’t want anyone to think you couldn’t do something if you set your mind to it. Especially a man. Being interested in video games jaded you – a woman taking on a hobby that was primarily male-dominant got you plenty of sexist comments over the years, and now you were forever nagged by the constant feeling of, I shouldn’t rely on a man for anything.

Of course, this was different. Jungkook was your boyfriend. You could and should rely on him. He wasn’t doing this to try to one-up you and hold it over your head. He was just doing it because this was his suggestion and he was following though. It wasn’t that deep.

Still…

You stood up and took a step back.

“Got it.”

Jungkook straightened, taking off the gloves he was wearing. “Wanna check? It’s super secure.” He turned and held out the gloves, glancing at you. “I don’t want it to roll away after spending all that money.”

Well, since he asked…

You reached out and took the gloves from him, giving him a small smile. “I liked the blue caravan, though.”

Those big brown eyes narrowed into slits. “We didn’t get to pick. They gave me this one. You want me to go back and complain after I just attached it?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine, fine.”

A quick swipe and you grabbed his forearm, squeezing it with a chuckle, pulling him back towards you.

“I’m kidding. This silver one is good.”

He frowned, the slight upturn of his lips exposing the tiny mole underneath. “Just good? You want the blue one or not? You think I can’t exchange it? I’m sure I can get whatever you want–”

“Jungkook.”

You held his forearm, pressing it to your chest. Hard muscle against your breasts, and he blinked at you, looking down in bunny-like curious confusion. So close, and it usually meant something else, something usually as intriguing as it was indecent, but this was a different kind of tension, a moment where you held him and hugged his forearm. You smiled, and it wasn’t meant to tease him or throw him off.

“Let’s not waste any more time,” you said to him. “I want to be with you. Only you.”

His lips parted, stunned to silence.

Alright, you were teasing him a little bit without him knowing. You knew he liked these cheesy lines. He often watched dramas on your bed while you played games. Propped himself up with all your pillows and plushies, set up a table of snacks as you crushed kids in League of Legends. He would get so invested in the storylines that his mouth would be open while watching.

It was actually low-key hilarious.

Jungkook’s expression morphed into a stern stare.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Oops, your amusement was showing on your face. Better change the subject.

“What the first thing you wanna do when we get set up at the campsite?”

-

Jeon Jungkook would never, ever say that he was predictable.

“P-Please…”

He was but he would never say that.

What was he supposed to do when his girlfriend was the hottest woman that walked the planet and knew all the things that drove him crazy? He could have staked down the awning on his own but she wanted to try at least once and, well, that required bending over in those leggings of hers, borderline indecent with how perfectly shaped her ass was, the seams molding and framing her hips.

What was he supposed to do?

Not stare?

He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t.

Jungkook would have preferred to do everything for her, but he knew she would hate that. So, he did what any good boyfriend would do – stare pointedly at her butt until she was finished, then stare at her face when she straightened and checked her work with that almost smug, proud smile she had when she did something successful on the first try.

Fuck, he loved her smile.

She was so fuckin’ pretty.

And then she turned and that smile was directed at him and Jungkook probably would have melted into a puddle if he wasn’t completely rigid – in more ways than one – and forgot how to speak. So knowing, so calm, so stunningly out of place surrounded by the beach and the forest. There was a sense of comfortable ease when she was absorbed in her games and her computer; camping was completely out of her element and yet it was always so damn sexy when she faced challenges head on.

Jungkook would know.

She faced him head on.

And ruined his whole life.

“Who’s the best, little bunny?”

“You are, you always will be, noona – o-oh, fuck!”

He was really hoping no one was going to notice the indecent exposure he was committing right now with his pants at his ankles and his cock down her throat, but in Jungkook’s defense, he couldn’t do anything when she squatted down in front of his pants and stuck her tongue out. He forgot about pride, about resisting, about playing hard-to-get, just went straight to whining her name as she wiggled that glossy pink muscle and teased him, say please.

Jungkook took in that nimble tongue, those juicy thighs, the curve of her plump ass and put on his best begging tone.

So now she was sucking his dick right there at the campsite. They lasted about five minutes before this moment. No hands, for she was still wearing the gloves. It amazed him every time, the control of her lips, tongue, throat, fitting around him with light pressure, swiping strokes, and tight suction. Jungkook wouldn’t say that he was predictable, and maybe he was, but he sure as hell didn’t care, so warm, so soft, the tip of her tongue darting out and lapping at his balls, he was going to go crazy feeling the cool air against his saliva-covered balls and the hot tightness of her throat choking the swollen head of his cock, pulsing around his throbbing length every time she swallowed him.

He was moaning far too loud.

There was no one to hear but her and the sea.

“Gonna cum, please, please let me cum–”

In hindsight, Jungkook realized that she was giving him no indication that she wasn’t going to let him cum. He was simply used to being edged. Alright, maybe he hoped for it, just to last a little longer, but no, not this time, and he wasn’t prepared for the sudden rise without the cutoff, throwing his head back and gasping and the pleasure rocketed up from his core and shocked every cell in his body, forgetting anything else but the pure, unadulterated nirvana that was the height of orgasm, his cock jammed down her tight throat and shuddering as she swallowed. Wet, squishy, warm all around, lustfully moaning to the open sky as his spine shook, shoulders lurching, heart racing.

There was no one like his noona.

The whole package.

The right body and the right mind.

Shit.

Ten minutes into being on the camp site and Jungkook already had his first orgasm.

Hopefully no one heard.

“Your bucket hat fell off,” she commented, licking her lips after detaching from his crotch.

“Wut?’

Jungkook twisted and nearly fell over due to his pants being around his ankles. Spit was running down his thighs. Her arm hooked around his knees and held him still, her laugh against his still-wet cock.

“I’ll get it. Sort yourself out, my love.”

“Sort – you did this to me!” He barked, then froze, heart aflutter.

No way.

She didn’t just.

Jungkook did not sort himself out.

He just stood there as she stood up and collected his bucket hat from behind him and continued standing there when she came back, his pants untouched, crotch still a bit wet but drying off from the air, mouth open, her voice ringing in his head.

My love.

No way such a simple pet name would cause such malfunction.

“If you wanna stay naked, you can stay naked, but I’m going to look for wood to start a fire and if your nuts roast in the sun, don’t blame me.”

Jungkook wasn’t a simp.

Right?

-

This was probably the most sun you've seen in ten years.

Alright, maybe a slight exaggeration. Still, if you asked your past self, say, a month ago, if you would be putting on the one T1 baseball cap you owned and standing ankle-deep in cold water from the literal ocean, past you would have scoffed and said that wasn't your style. Yet, here you were - stunningly clear blue sky, cooking in the sun's rays, cooled off by salty ocean breeze with dense sand under your bare feet as the water came in a calm rush, white foam waves framing tumultuous blue.

Weird.

Wasn't too bad, actually. Nature was kinda nice. Who would have guessed?

You caught yourself smiling as you heard wild splashing of barreling activity beside you.

"Found my shorts."

"Nobody's here," you chuckled.

It took him a second to realize and up his volume by several notches.

"Noona, where are your pants?!"

"My hoodie is long enough."

Before Jungkook could sprint away to snatch up your leggings from the chair beside the caravan, you spun around and grabbed his arm, squeezing his hard forearm tightly and yanking him against you. The ocean laughed and danced upwards, leaving splatters of droplets all over your legs and his, but you were preoccupied with looking up into those big peepers, round like dinner plates when your body molded to his, as if he was completely and utterly shocked that you would pick him over anyone else in this world to press your thighs against.

“Hey,” you whispered with all the slyness of a big bad wolf coaxing a poor little bunny.

Your favorite expression of Jungkook’s was his wide eyes and slightly open mouth, such an amusing contrast to his colorfully dark tattoos, hard muscles, pierced lip, and heavily adorned ears. The juxtaposition of cute and rough was too perfect.

You leaned in and kissed him, slow and soft and with every intention to turn it to anything but.

Every intention.

This is love.

You breathed in his scent, clean with a little hint of fresh sweetness. He always used the nicer laundry products with the gentle fragrances. You always told him you would do your laundry later, and yet you still caught him folding and sorting your suddenly clean laundry after a night of gaming. You would catch him setting up the takeout like it was a gourmet meal, always your food first and his after. Heating it up if it was cold, never forgetting the chopsticks or the napkin. You half-considered telling him, it’s no big deal, you don’t have to do that, but then you saw Jungkook’s face after, hiding his embarrassment and acting as if he hadn’t just done all that, so instead of telling him he didn’t have to do it, you always remembered to say.

Thank you.

The ocean laughed and danced under you two.

You drew away, adjusting your cap with a smile.

Jungkook blinked quickly, bewildered. Likely expecting something else, and now he didn’t know how to react to rather chaste action, his cheeks flushing pink under his bucket hat.

“A… Ah…”

You turned your head to hide your smirk. Kept your grip on his arm and rubbed your thumb against the soft fabric of his gray shirt. Looked back out to the water and it waved back at you, sending a breeze your way.

“Jungkook?” you asked, calm and serene. Maybe more serious than you meant for it to be.

He stumbled over his words.

“H-Hm? Yeah?”

You remembered, years and years ago, standing at a similar spot with your father, holding his hand and watching the synchronization of the sea. The sun had been sinking down then too, just like now. You were much shorter then. Asked too many questions, of course, like any other kid.

“Why did you bring me here?”

The zephyr pranced around you and him, playful and daring, sending your hair aflutter around your shoulders. Good thing you were wearing the hat.

You felt Jungkook’s arm slide up and he wrapped his fingers around your hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles.

“Taehyungie said I should…” He coughed and swallowed his mumbles, standing a little closer, his larger frame framing you, never covering or shadowing all you were. “I wanted to make a good memory. Just you and me.”

You looked away from the shimmering waves and faced him, the one with too much fire, or so the fortune teller said. A brightness in those dark brown eyes, perhaps a slight awkwardness, yet the eye contact remained, a tiny smile creeping onto his expression.

You hoped you could always feed that fire, never let it die out under your watch.

“It’s always just you and me,” you teased, light like the cool droplets clinging to your skin.

A little unease.

“Are you…”

His fingers tightened around yours.

“Happy, noona?”

His face tried to remain neutral, maybe even borderline playful, but his hold on you gave him away, gripping too tight in his nervousness. You stared into his eyes. You never lied to Jungkook about things like this. You couldn’t.

-

Dad, why didn’t Mom come with us? Doesn’t she love you?

Of course, she does. Your father chuckled. She can’t love anyone else. That’s why we’re got married.

Then why didn’t she come?

Because she’s a princess. He broke out into a full-on laugh then, the sound melding with the mirthful waves and calls of nature, a world rich with sound and color. You splashed water onto his legs and he yelped, pretending to run away as you chased after him, kicking up sand and tumbling too fast, falling headfirst into his strong arms.

If Mom’s a princess, what am I then, Dad?

He grinned at you, mischievous and wolflike, an expression you could match in the mirror.

Don’t tell her, but you’re my queen, forever and always.

-

“I’m always happy with you, Jungkook.”

You squeezed his hand, tighter than he held you, making him inhale sharply.

“That’s why you’re my king, forever and always.”

You tilted your head and leaned in to kiss him again. Let your tongue graze his lip ring and sucked in his gasp. Pressure of lips to lips, sliding your tongue into the wet warmth, into his soft sound and whispers of love. A deep breath, and his scent mixed with the salt of the sea, you arm slipping around his waist and bringing him closer, blocking out the sun with your passion, feeling the contours of his body against yours, drinking in his kisses as you let go of his hand and lifted your cap, freeing your hair to the whims of the wind, causing it to curl against your cheek and his.

Jungkook yelped as the ocean splashed up his legs and soaked his shorts. You laughed and stepped back, dragged along by his hand on your arm.

The water seemed to be scolding you. Get a room!

You yanked your hat back on and grinned at your boyfriend who as glaring at the ocean angrily as if this had been a personal attack. He looked ready to throw hands with dihydrogen monoxide. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that he wasn’t going to win that one. Better distract him.

“Let’s eat. The sun is going down already.”

Dinner was an alarming amount of samgyeopsal. You and Jungkook probably weren’t going to survive on a deserted island. You would probably need the help of six big heads to avoid being hopelessly addicted to carbs on your first day. Thankfully, this was a campsite with access to water, an outhouse, and an hour’s drive away from civilization. You grilled the meat as Jungkook hunted for the tableware. Right before the meat was fully cooked, Jungkook asked you to scoot the meat to the edges and dumped a packet of kimchi onto the hot pan covered in pork fat, cutting it up to make it crispy.

“Did we get rice?”

“What do we need rice for?”

“We didn’t get rice?!”

“I’m just kidding; here it is, little bunny.”

Jungkook squinted warningly and you smiled back, unperturbed.

-

“Let me go get the surprise.”

“What surprise?”

She had been shoving sparklers into the fire and watching the chaos of sparks snap, crackle, and pop out dangerously. Jungkook had warned her not to do it. Fruitlessly, of course, because she did it anyway and he knew she would.

His older girlfriend wasn’t good at listening.

“Don’t put any more in.”

She pouted at him and he jerked back at the unexpected cuteness. Shit, what was with her today? Endless attack after attack, hitting him right in the uwus. He could only take so much before he couldn’t hide his swooning anymore. He quickly raced back into the caravan and found what he was looking for, gently but swiftly picking up the package and the wooden skewers.

He bounded back to her inappropriately poking the fire with another sparkler.

“Ey! Stop!”

She turned her head and was about to chuck it in to be a complete butt. Instead, she froze, eyes growing wide as she spied what was in his hands.

“You… You got marshmallows?”

Fuck, what was this gaming hermit with the fantastic beast of an ass so damn cute for?! Those damn sparkly eyes for fluffy white confectionary and the instant bounce up to hurry over to him were melting him faster than ice cream on a hot summer day.

“Y-Yeah, I got marshmallows,” he announced as if he wasn’t clearly holding them already. “You have to toast marshmallows when you go camping. That’s the rule.”

She stuck close to him as they sat back down, holding the skewers as he opened the bag.

“Heh, true, true.”

It was a little ritual, her taking a skewer and carefully spearing the large marshmallow right at the center, handing it to him and then doing the same for herself, setting the materials aside so they could lean over the fire, slowly turning them in the dancing flames to avoid burning them. It was dark now, colder by the open sea where the humidity wasn’t trapped by the urban jungle. Crickets and cicadas conducting their symphony in the forest, adding to the Bluetooth speaker Jungkook had set up to play some tunes on low.

Under the stars, wrapped int their jackets now, roasting sweet fluffs together.

She had looked so happy talking about toasting marshmallows with her father and he had that happiness now, complete with a pleased hum and the lively little dance of her shoulders.

“I don’t think I’ve had marshmallows in forever,” she laughed, tongue between her teeth.

Jungkook was frighteningly close to passing out from her cute charm. “How do you eat them? Do you–”

But he had no chance to finish as she raised her golden-brown marshmallow and pressed the flat of her tongue against it, presumably checking the temperature, then proceeded to open her mouth as wide as she could and shoved the whole ooey-gooey whiteness into her lips to devour it. Her eyes closed and did a little squeeze of joy, wrapping her tongue around the skewer to get off whatever clung on, covering her mouth as she struggled to swallow the mess with a laugh.

Holy shit.

Was he allowed to be horny after seeing that?

Not allowed or not, Jungkook was horny now.

His marshmallow would have burned if she hadn’t retrieved it from his limp hand and shoved it into his open mouth.

“Mmmphf! Hot!”

He fanned his mouth in panic and snatched the water bottle, chugging a fat gulp as the burning thick stickiness coated his mouth, pure sugar and heat bursting onto his tongue, quickly cooled down by bottled water.

“Hey!”

“You have to eat it right away when it’s done,” she was saying in between snickers, taking the water from him so she could drink too. “Otherwise it doesn’t taste good.”

“You tried to kill me!”

“You won’t die from a marshmallow.” Devious sparkle in her eye and that smirk that made his dick jump up in interest. “You’ll die from old age after getting a heart attack from too many orgasms.”

“No, I won’t,” he snapped, jamming a poor marshmallow onto a new skewer and waving it at his demon of a girlfriend like a rosary. “The heart health of my family is excellent. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

The glint in her eye was evil.

Evil.

“Counting on it.”

-

“S… Should have bought more condoms… o-ooh, fuck meee…”

“Sure.”

Jungkook growled in irritation that quickly morphed into a drawn-out groan as you slammed back into him, on all fours like an animal and fucking him just as ferally. Got a little lower to get more leverage and had him clutching your ass for dear life as your bodies shook the entire bed built into the silver caravan, making the whole thing shake. Pretty obvious what was happening, if the continuous slapping of hips and Jungkook’s uncontrollable moans through the open windows didn’t give it away already. You felt him squeeze and drag his fingernails over the curve of your ass, softness under his strength, falling apart once again to your tight heat and pulsing constriction for the third time.

Back-to-back… to back.

You slowed and focused on tightening around his girth in rapid throbs. Hummed approvingly at the increased hardness, savoring his whining shudder.

“P-Please, move again, please…”

“Helping you last longer, little bunny.”

“Fuck you,” he snarled with no malice whatsoever.

“Good idea, you could work a little harder and at least meet me halfway.”

Far too calm, of course. It was unfair, it was chipping at his ego, it was fueling the fire, and Jungkook growled again, grabbing your hips and sinking his fingers in punishingly, immediately loosening as you started up again, meeting your ass with a harsh smack of his crotch, loud and wet and obscene. It only took a moment to get the rhythm and it was there, fuck, yes, right there. So hard, so deep, your body angled just right to feel all of him, even his balls slapping against your clit, slippery and slick. The air was heavy with sex and salty ocean air from the open windows, so good, so intense that it was perfect, your fingers curling into the sheets, overloaded with pleasure. His cock, slamming into you and your pussy clenching around it to feel it all. His sound, desperate and loud and on the brink. His hands on you, possessive and hungry, telling you I love you, I love you, I love you, maybe more than his mouth was, considering that he was currently a moaning mess.

Jungkook slid his hand back and smacked your ass, gasping as you kept up the pace, half-losing his mind as you took over him. Again, harsh slap and you tightened around him, punishing him further, his fingers sinking into your waist, whimpering your name.

“I can’t, fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna c-cum, fuck!”

You had the audacity to snicker as you rammed back into him and sank all the way down to the base as he threw his head back and cried out, cock jerking and hips flinching as he rutted into you, trying to get impossibly deeper, trying to feel more, whining as you came around the sudden sensitivity. You let a contained exhale, letting the release wash over you, feeling it saturate your senses, nerves tingling with ecstasy, lost in the euphoria that was Jeon Jungkook.

His hand detached for your waist and he clawed at your back, groaning and delirious, sending slicing stings of pain through your bliss, amplifying it with his rough touch.

“F… Fuck… fuck…”

Captain America would not be impressed with his language.

Jungkook was falling over, swaty chest against your back, reaching up to cup your breasts, squeezing them. Running his fingertips over your hard nipples and shuddering, hot breath on your skin, panting hard like he had run a marathon.

Couldn’t do this all day, it seemed.

“Seems like you had fun,” you teased, keeping your voice even as your heartbeat thundered in your chest.

“F-Fuck you, why… why are you so… damn… s-smug…?”

His hips were not moving. You pulsed your muscles around his semi-hard length and Jungkook moaned, low and loud, burying his face into your hair and neck, flicking your nipples. You stayed on your elbows, resting your chin on your forearm, highly amused.

“Again?”

“As… A-As soon as he wakes up again…”

“Are you sure you’re not going to pass out?”

“Even if I do, I’ll wake you up in the middle of night.”

Predictably, you were roused by a dick trying to spear you in the thigh in the middle of the night, Jungkook’s lips whispering your name by your ear. No, nibbling at the curve of your ear as you rose from the dead, blinking hard at the lack of light, hearing the ocean and the cicadas singing in harmony.

“Horny.”

“You’re always horny,” was your half-asleep response.

He was feverishly kissing your shoulders and the space right under your ear, the place you enjoyed the most. “Can I put my dick in your mouth? I washed off.”

You could say no, but this was very nice, the kissing and the soft kneading of your titties, gently pulling at your nipples and sending shivers through your torso. You hated being woken up in the middle of the night. At least, you had thought so… before Jungkook. You let him play around a little longer, enjoying the building arousal and his lips working your skin.

Hm.

Maybe you were weak for Jeon Jungkook.

Maybe.

“Well, I’m not moving, so you’ll have to get up here.”

That did not deter Jungkook in the slightest.

The second you turned around, Jungkook put his knee down by your shoulder and shoved his rock-hard dick into your half-open mouth.

“O-Ooh, fuck, yes…”

You wrapped your tongue around it and rubbed against the slit, hearing him whine and gasp. You expected him to fuck your throat roughly, and he would have if he was slightly less horny, but he surprised you by feeling around for your hand and hooking it around his thigh, pressing your fingers into his skin until you dug your nails into his tense muscle. He moaned approvingly, slowly thrusting his hips forward as your tongue slipped around his balls and the base of his cock, then up to the head, rubbing against the underside, all the while keeping your throat tight, lips along the length, eventually retracting your tongue to give him that perfect pressure all around, pressing the head to the roof of your mouth.

You pressed down, sinking him in deeper.

Some would choke at this point, but you wouldn’t do that to your king.

Instead, you tipped your head back to give yourself the smallest sliver of breathing room and deep-throated him, not going as fast as you would if you had more breathing space, but steady, controlling the pace with your nails embedded into his thigh. You reached up with your free hand, running your fingers over the base of his wet balls, massaging them as your own saliva was running down your chin.

Sacrifices must be made.

Jungkook was gripping the windowsill above the bed so tightly that his knuckles were white, gasping your name pathetically, then biting his lip once he realized what he was doing.

You smacked his thigh hard, narrowing your eyes when he looked down.

“W-What…? N-No, don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” he rambled, the mole underneath his lower lip trembling in fear. “What d-do you want? Do you want me to beg? To tell you how good you are? God, you’re so fucking good, I don’t want anyone else, I never be satisfied with anyone else…”

You cocked an eyebrow but tipped your head back again, taking him deep as he continued. You couldn’t exactly instruct him with your mouth full of his dick, so you focused on tonguing him from tip to base, rubbing along the length and cupping the girth as you drew back, listening to his stream of horny consciousnesses.

“Ooh, yeees, noona, y-you’re the best, so soft, so tight, so much control, so much skill, you’ll a-always b-be my queen, thank you so m-much, oh, f-fuck…”

You could tell he was getting close because he was falling silent, focusing only on breathing, hard and heavy, trying not to cum too fast, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching the windowsill, fucking your face at the same pace, building and building, a little tighter, throat closing in around the throbbing head, and his shoulders shook, tattoos standing out in the moonlight, arms flexed and tense as he tipped his head back, groaning wanton and lewd, burying so deep into your throat that you could barely taste the cum as it shot out. It probably didn’t taste great at this point anyway. You swallowed around him, small gulps that stimulated him. His hips jerked, aftershocks making his eyelids flutter, jaw clenching, the muscles of his neck glistening in the low light.

You calmly laid there, barely breathing, lazily licking around his cock as he didn’t move for at least thirty seconds.

Did he pass out from the good nut or what?

“S… So good… I d-don’t wanna leave…”

You tapped his thigh and waved your thumb in the air to mime out, I’m dying here.

He peered down at you and didn’t move.

You poked at his balls.

“Ow!”

He got off you.

“I’m going back to sleep.”

“But… what about her?”

And Jungkook moved your panties to one side and shoved two fingers into your wet pussy.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good in here…”

You kept your expression neutral as you stared up at him, deadpan. You did love sucking dick. There was no question about that. However, sleepy or not, you weren’t going to make things easy for your little bunny.

You clenched around his fingers so tight that he had to force them in.

His face was right next to yours, his shudder washing over your cheek as he felt it. You adjusted your hips to perfect the angle you liked and cocked your head at him, catching his eye.

“That’s it? You’re not that strong, huh?”

You pressed his buttons, and, predictably, Jungkook flared up, sliding his other hand under your head and grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging far too lightly to be cruel. His brows furrowed, dark eyes flashing.

“Watch what you say, noona.”

You opened your mouth and licked his cheek, hot and wet.

“Give me all you got, little bunny.”

You saw his teeth sink into his lower lip, silver ring gleaming at the edge, and he clenched his jaw, shoving his fingers all the way up to the knuckles, rougher, faster, deeper, accelerating until you loosened your grip. Slick, sweet, sparks all over your skin, yes, like that, good boy, and Jungkook bit back his moan, forearm muscles bulging with his rapid movement. You reached down to wrap your fingers around his tattoos and felt him flex at your touch, his breathing erratic against your cheek, trying to maintain the fast speed and consistent depth, because too slow would be boring and too deep would be painful, no, he wanted you to sigh against his lips and shiver around his fingers, wave after wave of euphoria sinking into your core and spreading out in harsh throbs against the pads of his fingertips, dragging his face to yours to kiss him, thrusting your tongue into his mouth as he thrust his fingers into your pussy, humming into his garbled moans interrupted by your tongue. One taste was not enough. Never enough when it was Jungkook, and you felt it coming, succumbing to the bliss with a satisfied hiss, and his tongue took your place, thrusting messily into your mouth as you came around his fingers, soaking theme even more with viscous sweet-sour stickiness, coating him with your taste.

He gasped, moaning into your mouth.

You inhaled it, exhaling back into his lips, lustful smoke exchanged between you and him.

“Jungkook, my love…”

He murmured your name, the queen of this kingdom.

Different background, same scene.

-

“This is the most walking I’ve done in the past five years.”

“Come on, the viewpoint is up here.”

“Jungkook, you might have to carry me down or I might just end up rolling instead.”

“I’ll carry you, now come on, let’s take a picture here.”

Hm, well, there were some distinct differences in between this climb and climbing the ranked ladder of League of Legends. They say exercise is all mental fortitude, but you were pretty sure what was being tested here was your calves and not your strong mental.

“Ugh, you always look so pretty in every photo.”

“You’re welcome,” was your grump response as you drank a fat gulp of water, staring out into the lush green forest. It was nice. Not as nice as your bed, but nothing was as nice was your bed.

Well.

Maybe Jungkook.

He leaned his chin on your shoulder, looking out with you.

“It’s nice,” you commented. “Seokjin isn’t going to believe that I touched grass, let alone did a hike.”

“Hmph.”

Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing himself against you.

“You can do anything, noona.”

You smirked. “Yeah?”

“Uh huh. And I can do it if you can’t, but I bet you could if you really wanted to.”

“Well, I really don’t want to walk back down.”

Mysteriously, Jungkook’s large hands migrated to your ass.

“I’ll carry you.”

“Uh huh.”

--

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook x noona #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

[day0walker]

okay you guys are right!! i will post my self indulgent Ghost gives male oc blowjob because I can!

“You’re like the hottest guy I know. I think, anyway. Because of the mask. Or maybe, it’s because of the mask—”

“You usually talk this much?”

Xavier blinks, off balance at the direct question as much as he is by the intensity of the brown eyes staring him down. His tongue wets his lips, shoulders shrugging, hands braced up on Ghost’s chest as he’s hunched over on the bed. One of his legs hitched over the giant soldiers thigh, the other half sprawled off the mattress.

They’d fallen onto it like that; the two men momentarily tangled up as Ghost shoves him, gets his body close and feels the warmth and musculature of the younger man. All flat planes and hard strength broiling under the youthful frame, something about that way too erotic for Ghost. Something about Xavier’s newness, softness, bashful grinning and freckled cheeks blushing. It does something to him, but he’s not admitting it out loud.

So Xavier just thinks he’s annoyed, but it’s sexy, right? To be stared at by someone whose so flat, unaffected, grim.

“Yeah, kinda,” he admits and smiles with upturned, apologetic brows.

Ghost stares harder, two hot coals behind the skull printed balaclava. One of his hands runs down Xavier’s chest, underneath the man’s shirt. He’s still got on those little skeleton printed gloves and something about their texture makes Xavier’s entire body tighten up and he sighs out, hitches his hips higher.

“Do me a favor,” Ghost starts, pulling the shirt up.

Xavier’s on the precipice of saying anything, when the shirt keeps climbing.

“Sure. What is—uh, what do you—L.t, what’s—”

All of a sudden, the fabrics tangling up his arms. It’s half hitched over his face, exposing his nose and lips, but obscuring his eyes and Xavier twitches his nose with an itch that the fabric hadn’t necessarily scratched.

“This is kinda weird, right? I can’t see,” and the word falls out of his lips like a whimper when a mouth is suddenly touching his chest. The sudden touch of a warm tongue makes his entire body curve up.

“Keep talking,” is Ghost’s order, his breath fanning across Xavier’s skin and making him shiver. He feels that flat, warm tongue run a path over his pectoral and he’s imagining it. Never seen Ghost without the mask, not fully. Only half seen when he’s pulling from his canteen, shoving an MRE in his mouth, or briefly changing. Xavier knows he’s blond, has facial hair and that’s it. And it would be enough but something about not knowing, not seeing, is very, very erotic.

“Y-Yeah, okay, shit,” because then he feels teeth. And those teeth are skating over his nipple and making his insides feel tight and hot. He feels like something is building up inside him and making him insane—mostly he feels his cock hardening in his jeans painfully. “Keep doing—”

“Yeah?”

Xavier breathes out shakily, trembling a little as he feels the teeth skate lower. Feels the tongue at his ribs.

“Lower,” he murmurs and Ghost’s chuckle reverberates up his body. He feels his lieutenants teeth nipping, taking hold of sensitive skin and biting. Leaving the little red marks that show he’s all claimed up. Simon Riley came along and put this is mine in the language of teeth on Xavier’s torso.

“Said keep talkin’, not tell me what to do,” and he says it gruffly, but then his lips are finding a hip bone and Xavier’s letting out a little groan. Xavier feels the tongue and teeth and lips and his mind melts a little, goes soft and molasses slow. His eyes blink against the fabric he’s all tangled up in. Doesn’t even try moving his arms down, just rolls his body up, listens to his zipper being pulled down and whimpers.

“Are you going to…” but he trails off, unsure how to ask someone that.

Ghost’s hands nestle onto his waist and make him jump with surprise. The gloves are gone and he can feel the rough texture of his palms, the soldier’s callouses. The warmth of them radiates straight to Xavier’s middle, how large they feel against his sides makes him groan and wriggle up his hips.

In response, Ghost shoves him down harder.

“You want your cock sucked, rookie?”

“When you put it like that,” Xavier starts, with a little anxious laugh, a hiccup in his words at the feeling of Ghost’s thumb drawing down underneath his belly button, tracing over his pelvis. He swallows and nods furiously, trying to wriggle out of the shirt until a strong hand captures up his chin and holds it with bruising force.

“No, it stays.”

“I’m not allowed to watch?”

“Mm. Like it when you phrase it like that. No, not allowed.”

Xavier thinks about protesting, wonders how far he can push it, but can’t form the words. It feels like a heavy weighted blanket that settles over him—might be the hand holding his chin, making him feel so submissive, so soft and buttery. He breathes out, raises his hips again, in silent want and Ghost’s hand flattens on his stomach again. Shoves him down again.

The young soldiers jeans get yanked to the thighs and the sudden rush of room temperature air still feels bitingly cold against his suddenly exposed cock. It throbs with a need, feels swollen and wanting and Xavier has to fist his hands into the pillow above his head to stop himself from interjecting.

“Use your words, rookie,” is murmured against his cock before Xavier feels his lieutenants warm mouth swallow him down.

“Fuck,” is his immediate response, sharply said, almost bitten out harshly. Ghosts mouth is warm, a tight seal over him. His rough palm wraps around his base, tightens and holds him. Xavier’s eyes screw shut, even if he couldn’t see past the forest green fabric of his cotton shirt anyway. The immediate rush of warmth seeps through his veins like honey. “Christ, your mouth feels fucking amazing,” he breathes out shakily. Twists his hips and feels Ghost’s other hand grip him harshly by the hip.

Ghost doesn’t make it quick. Savors the man, tongue flat on the base of his cock, moving against the thrumming vein. Circles the tip of him, the wetness of spit and precum making his hand an easy slick fist as he pumps and Xavier’s quickly panting.

“Holy shit, you’re good at that,” Xavier whines out, thrusting his hips up to get more of Ghost’s mouth. He sinks, easily, like he’s swallowed cock a hundred times before and the mere thought of that makes Xavier even weaker. Thinking of Ghost with men, thinking of his mouth stuffed with cock, thinking of him jerking men off, fucking men—fucking him, fucking him senseless, fucking him till he’s crying—“Oh, oh—shit, I’m—”

“Close?” Ghost asks, with his tongue half pressed to the tip of him, pointed and sharp against it. And Xavier gasps out a sound indecent and pathetic. Hips shiver, his cock throbs, and Ghost dives down again. Takes more of him, pumps his fist without gentle delicacy. Roughly tugs Xavier into an orgasm that makes his whole body tighten.

“Lieutenant,” Xaiver moans it in a throaty, desperate way that makes Ghost’s hands become iron hard on his hips. His mouth is still on him, sucking at the last of Xavier’s spent release. And the oversensitive feeling makes a little tear run from his eye to his cheek and he’s breathing harder and mumbling about it being too much. “You’re really good at that,” he breathes out, like the air’s been kicked out his lungs.

Before he can react, the fabric is yanked up, the shirt shoved further. Ghost snatches at Xavier’s wrists, holding them pinned above his head while he kisses him. Xavier doesn’t have a second to react, to ingest what’s happening until he’s tasting Ghost’s salty tongue against his own. His eyes are still open, staring at the blond hair he can just barely see. Then he’s making another harder, needier groan, thrusting his chest up and letting their bodies connect.

The kiss is messy, full of tongue and lips. Teeth bump together while Ghost sweeps his tongue into Xavier’s mouth, lets him taste himself. And it’s as disgusting as it is sensual.

When Ghost pulls away, a string of spit and probably cum connects their lips. Xavier’s eyes are blurry, focused on the older mans mouth and the way it looks, wet and smeared with the little residue of his cum. His hands are still trapped above his head, Ghost’s heavy body smothering down on him. For a moment, he’s too distracted, looking at his lieutenants mouth to realize the mask is gone.

And then when he does, his eyes trail up and meet brown eyes again. Ghost’s handsome; rough features, a nose that’s clearly been broken one, a scar that slices over his cheekbone and the distinct smudge of eyeblack like a mask. Rough facial hair, not enough to be considered a bear yet. And a defined jaw. Xavier swallows, tasting Ghost’s spit and his own cum and smiles wide and happy.

“You’re pretty good lookin’, L.t,” he says, his voice rough around the edges, dragging out husky and soft.

Ghost claps a hand over the rookie’s mouth with an annoyed quirk of his eyebrow, but because the mask is gone, Xavier gets to see the snarky little grin before it disappears.

“I need to occupy your mouth now, kid. You want that?”

And Xavier has a very long night after that.

#xavier #ghost #i dont actually care to tag this as x reader or x m!oc #i literally wrote this bc i love xavier and him getting his dick sucked thats all!!!

[arcplaysgames]

god i can't believe i only have 30 images. tumblr please just increase my image limit specifically and give me, like, 50. i'm dying.

There's zero chance there isn't going to be a two-parter.

Shido's Palace is the Diet Building, but it is a cruise ship that is gliding through a world already lost. Shido's perception of the world is that everything is already a lost cause and all he's concerned with is personal survival in luxury.

So he's your average billionaire, trying to build a lifeboat for himself and personally selecting the people he will allow to leave with him from his desperate sycophants.

For what I think is the first time, the Palace is regularly interrupted by little asides, back to Akechi in the real world.

No no that's flippant. Akechi is a fundamentally broken person. Like, the way he connect to people is by making himself necessary and that is it. He is the Black Mask

(which: the game reveals he's Black Mask in a little bit but I thought this was confirmed by Futaba's wiretapping, like, hours ago, but everyone acts shocked? eh whatever)

and has been doing the mental shutdown killings for Shido for years.

Anyway, while he's on air with the TV crew, someone innocuously mentions a phone, and he starts to remember Sae and the phone, and starts to suspect something's up.

A little bit later, Shido asks him to go on clean-up, taking out all remaining people he thinks might even possibly betray Shido. Akechi points out that uuuuuh why tf are we doing this now, it's really suspicious? why not wait until after the election?

So Shido is feeling extra paranoid. Akechi gets nervous about wtf might be happening.

Nice of you to drop in, Beige Boy.

Akechi figured out that the Thieves are infiltrating Shido's Palace and shows up to finally have a long-overdue mental breakdown at everyone.

yeah for real, you clearly needed someone to grab you by the back of your stupid hair and shake you until you decided not to murder people for your biological dad

OH YEAH, SHIDO IS AKECHI'S FATHER. which, okay, I didn't call that one at all. I was wondering why he had such a specific hate-on for Shido and that certainly explains it, but also wow they look nothing alike and Akechi really didn't even hint at that. Go fucking figure.

But if Shido's right and Akechi started volunteering to do this work in the Metaverse for him 2.5 years ago, that was right after/around Wakaba Isshiki's death. How the fuck did Akechi get into the Metaverse to begin with?

I'm fucking thrilled to bits that Akechi's plan all along was to kill Shido. I want that so bad for him honestly. It'd be mad sexy of him if he managed it.

Alas, Akechi is fully fracturing and goes off on the Thieves, deciding if he can finally kill them, his plan can still work.

AKECHI HAS MULTIPLE PERSONAS

AKECHI HAS THE WILD CARD ABILITY

HAS AKECHI MET NOTIGOR

Also his innate ability is to drive people insane with his persona. He demonstrates on two shadows, siccing them on the party. He's been using that on other people too, causes the psychotic episodes in the background of the game.

Bruh, wow. You are just the actual antagonist of this tale, huh?

Like, I really really wish Persona pulled a really rabbit out of the hat here. I can see how close they got to something fucking magical. Spend all this time building up Shido, do everything the same as if he were going to be the final boss...

then have Akechi step in, kill Shido, and take over as the True Villain of the game.

THAT WOULD HAVE FUCKING RIPPED, and justified all the effort put into building up Akechi. MAN.

But anyway.

Kismesissitude, folks.

GOD BLESS THEM THEY FUCKING TRY

THEY REALLY TRY

Akechi, I think Reverie was into your weird homoerotic rivalry thing from pretty early, if you just said, "Hey, want to make out and do some knifeplay" he would have been down. This was all you, buddy!

Again: easy to be flippant, but it's clear that Akechi has never once had a person he could rely on, and so has never learned the basic skills of how to rely on other people, and that isolation is his undoing. No matter how powerful you are singularly, people can still party up and take you down like a raid boss at the end of the day. You can't kill Reverie faster than Mona and Ann can Diarahan him.

"Dude, please, just chill. You are super going through it right now and we all say shit we don't mean when we're having a meltdown."

Alas, Akechi will not chill. he has a deficit of chill.

#p5 #persona liveblog