#he's having some fun tonight uwu

[needlenxggin]

Also if any of the other party goers wanna come bug Vash or come say hi feel free to do so! He's a goofball and he loves making new friends c:

#ooc ; downtime #tbd ; #eath's spring ball #<- if you don't wanna see these posts please block this tag ty! #he's having some fun tonight uwu

[wraithsoutlaws]

you know dagger comes back to the wraith compounds after a frustrating or perhaps even Boring day and just decks the first guy he sees without saying a word because he wants to start a brawl for the ~enrichment~

#i feel like there's plenty of ppl who are like definitely afraid of dagger and don't want to fight him bc they don't want to piss him off #but if you dont fight him you will lose his respect and he will in fact be more likely to kill you then #Healthy Workplace Environment(TM) #dagger is the one having the most fun UwU #but some others actually do very much want to beat his ass so they enjoy it too bc they know its open invitation and they might get away #with it. #despite being a wraith leader everybody hates this guy #well not everybody. but lets just say when it comes to cut ties with him there aren't very many who decide to stick by his side #speaking of. i really need to remake lilith :( i can't believe i haven't done that/taken pics of her and dagger........ #you know what. i might do that tonight.' #ANYWAY basically dagger has fight club nights #prolly uses this as initiation for baby wraiths too. its kinda his Thing. #its about the bonding!!!!!! #the bonding of blood and bruises!!! #and also asserting dominance but whatever hes not perfect #oc: dagger

[onlyseokmins]

the devil wears baby blue • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol Warnings: joshua hong himself 🚩🚩, swearing, alcohol, reader is a menace and tease too i'm ngl, grinding, groping, slight exhibition kink, degradation, name-calling, objectification, FINGERS (all of it fingering, riding, etc), mentions of knife/surgery, choking, wbk but major hints to big cock josh 💔, marking, licking, alluding to devil imagery uwu, roleplay sort of but not really, kind of public sex acts + a mirror, manhandling, lil slaps, dangerous fashion decisions + "fun" clothing shenanigans during sex ig????, mentions of car sex and oral sex (male rec.), dirty talk (joshua won't stfu), edging, lil bit of pain kink if you squint ❤️‍🩹, and tons of banter/insults, is there a thing like a wealth kink??? - as always lmk if i missed smth WC: 7k A/N: *taps mic* would love to thank @onlymingyus and @duhnova for proofing, hyping, and supporting me on this. also ofc a huge honorary shout out to @hwanghyunjinenthusiast for the constant cheering and screeching at me in and out of dms - hope you enjoy this hehe. idk if jackie will see this but her watch post(s) helped re-inspire me to attack this wip. and finally blowing kisses to the joshushushus in my inbox, i hope you'll like this! ps if anyone recognizes where the last dialogue is from, you receive a kiss on the forehead from me and get to spend one night with joshua!! 😏

↪ this is a loosely based prequel to idiot

Seungkwan's hand lays steady on your back, guiding you through the crowd much more efficiently than you could have on your own. He has a way of navigating through the waves of people with practiced ease whereas you would rather just be swept away. It's why you enjoy going to the club with him, especially one as crazy as tonight's.

You would think you were still on the dance floor with how many people are bustling around you, mingling and giggling just as much on the sidelines as they do moving to the music. Drinks in hand, they chat and flirt with one another so it takes nearly twice as long to make it to the bar than you think it really should.

"This better be worth it," you shout directly into your friend's ear despite how close you are to him. "For the amount of times my feet have been stepped on!"

There's a sharp pinch from his fingers that snuck to your side. "Told you not to wear those stupid shoes." 

Though you can't exactly hear it, you can see how his pouty lips purse out in a huff. He's also grumbling under his breath and you're able to catch bits and pieces. Things like, "won't matter" and "swept off your feet anyways" and "don't blame me" make you roll your eyes.

"Acting like this is my social debut with the prince of wales."

"Someone's been watching too much Bridgerton. And with how often you fail to come —" he's interrupted by the loud thumping of the bass, "makes sense."

"You can't possibly compare me against your standards, Mister Social Butterfly. You know everyone… and you've probably screwed a lot of them as well."

Seungkwan can only guess a gist of what you actually say and is therefore mildly tempted to let you get lost in the sea of people like he knows you'd rather prefer. But he's finally made it all the way over to what seems like an impenetrable social circle, though the group readily parts to make room for the two of you to squeeze in. So, he'll have to bring you along for the adventure. 

"Hey there!" 

"Hello!"

"Fancy seeing you here."

"I know, right?" 

Greetings are easily interchanged. Most of them are familiar faces — friends of your own or people you've gotten to know simply through Seungkwan's ever-growing collection of new instagram posts. 

Jeonghan's got some poor new soul to flirt with again and Seokmin looks like he'd rather be at home watching cooking videos. Vernon is wearing headphones of all things while Seungcheol has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. And you instinctively know Mingyu has to be up to no good because you don't see or hear him.

Not that you're actually paying that much attention to the same-old-same people, focus naturally drawn to the tall man standing next to Wonwoo. Light brown hair curls just beneath his ears, shaggy enough that the urge to run your fingers through and imagine what the tug of strands between them might feel like consumes you. It comes as a shock, considering that Jeonghan's had the same style before and you've never felt like this.

You drink in the baby blue shirt that compliments the mystery man's skin tone, top buttons left undone to showcase the delicate silver around his throat and framed by collar bones. The fabric's elegance belies the strength of the body it clothes, material straining tastefully in the tiniest bit over a broad chest and wide shoulders. Sleeves rolled up to accentuate the flex of his forearm down to the long, long fingers wrapped all the way around the glass of alcohol held between them.

"That's Joshua Hong," Seungkwan supplies helpfully though he can't hide how smug he sounds observing you and shares a knowing look with Vernon who snickers.

"Joshua Hong," you repeat and enjoy how easy his name sounds and feels coming off your tongue. "Is that so?"

"Yeah and to my knowledge, he's extremely single."

"Don't tell me that's how you introduce me to other people."

He feigns innocence. "Can't recall but even if I did, bet it's going to work in your favor. Don't look now but it seems like you've caught a big fish."

Of course, when someone tells you not to look, the first thing you'd logically do is look. Glad you weren't caught staring earlier now that the very same man you were drooling over has noticed your existence and is staring directly at you. 

Brown irises drop down to scan your figure and the suggestiveness of it lights something deep within you. You're quick to nudge off Seungkwan's arm around your waist when Joshua's eyes linger a second longer on it than you'd expect, ignoring your friend's sassy mutter of "hook, line, and sinker."

"I… I really don't like that implication, 'Kwan."

"Sure you don't."

Joshua Hong's intent gaze is far from unsavory. Even if it was more perverse in nature, you think you'd feel drunk off the same amount of power it fills you with and you haven't had a single drop of alcohol yet. A swear word escapes under your breath at the dampness of your back — and elsewhere — before sending the admiring man a demure smile of acknowledgement and turning once more to Seungkwan.

"You were criticizing my shoes earlier?"

"'Cause you can barely walk in them!"

"Then let's put these bad boys to good use."

Your friend can only shake his head as you stride away. He'll keep an occasional eye on you from afar for the rest of the night but he has a hunch things will be… fine. He hopes. Wonwoo did say Joshua was a decent man, after all.

He'll have to be… if he's willing to put up with you, Seungkwan thinks to himself with a cringe as he watches. 

Vernon hands over a much appreciated beer and he sidles up to the unbothered man's side, jutting his chin out in your direction and asking, "Are you ready for some entertainment?"

"Yo, always bro."

"Cheers to that."

Meanwhile, you've made it to the new company without stumbling once — something you're very proud of. You nod at Joshua. Nothing more than a soft flutter of eyelashes, alerting him that you're aware of his presence but indulging in nothing more. Instead, you choose to lean comfortably into his companion's space.

"Hi Woo, care to share?"

The bespectacled man wordlessly offers his nearly empty glass of wine, always easygoing and ever perceptive. Unlike his best friend who never fails to be endearing but can't take a hint to save his life. One of the many reasons why Mingyu has never succeeded as a wingman —  unfathomably clumsy but still loveable in all aspects to steal everyone's heart involved.

You finish the rest of Wonwoo's drink off with a satisfied hiss at the taste but not without a snort. "I didn't mean that, silly."

He cracks a smile, returning the teasing with a fake, reproaching scold of your name. "Could've told me you wanted to steal my buddy and not drain all my alcohol!"

Joshua laughs — loud and clear above the din of noises surrounding you. It has an air of gracefulness to it and you're sure the club brightens in a way that's totally not from the strobe lights going crazy.

"So, this is Seungkwan's friend…"

You jab Wonwoo's side with a huff. "Hey, I'm much more than that!"

"If it's any consolation," Joshua cuts in with another laugh and a handshake, taking on a self introduction. "I'm just some guy named Joshua. Hope that doesn't disappoint."

"Just some guy, huh? One that wears a Royal Oak?" 

He thrillingly doesn't let go of your hand, keeping a firm but gentle grasp when turning it with his to properly glance at the notorious status symbol wrapped around it. The steel casing glints just as fiercely as the sapphire glass over white gold hour-markers embedded on its face. 

"Yep, still just some guy that's called Josh. Joshua Hong, to be exact. Scared you off yet?" 

"I wear heels that have a one hundred percent chance of breaking my ankle to a place where there's a terrible combo of dancing and drinks. But you think I'd be scared by a pretty boy wearing thirty-some jewels around his wrist?"

He steals another appreciative look up and down your body. Not as fiery as the first one but still bold without shame, striking another bolt of heat that flashes through your veins and simmers in your lower abdomen. 

"Taste. And bite. I'd expect nothing less from someone like you."

"Someone like me?" you scoff as he winks, taking a step back and extending your arm as far as it will go with the notion for you to follow.

"Dance with me?"

Wonwoo had quietly faded into the background and slipped away for another refill. Smart guy. There's no one to worry about leaving behind when you accept this unfamiliar man's invitation and let him whisk you in the direction of the dancefloor. But not before catching Seungkwan's mild and supportive yet watchful gaze before he raises his beer in a mock salute.

It's almost cute at how inept Joshua is maneuvering through the tumultuous flow and ebb of moving bodies compared to said good friend. The way his taller frame looks more like a poor cruise ship tossed helplessly in the waves of the ocean than the stationary lighthouse and its reassuring beacon you'd expect causes a chuckle.

"You're almost as bad at this as I am."

He shoots an apologetic smile at the same time someone once again jostles his shoulder, pushing him closer into you. "Nightclubs really aren't my scene."

You're not complaining about the aided proximity that lets you hear what he says without strain. Although you do try to match the beat as it changes to something more sensual yet still playful. Going along with the rhythm of the other dancers rather than against much smoother than Joshua's awkward attempt to mimic. He sticks behind you, failing to hide the blatant mesmerization at how you sway effortlessly to the beat.

"You're not bad at this at all."

You shrug. "I've been here often enough to blend in better than most. So tell me, what's a rich boy's usual scene then? Shanqin Bay's clubhouse?"

"Hah, you wanna come with me sometime and find out?"

"Only if you can promise a fun experience… oh," you throw a smirk at him over your shoulder, "and to cover all the costs, of course."

"A pretty thing like you would have anyone saying yes and wrapped around your little finger." 

"Maybe, but only if they're worth my attention."

"Afraid to disappoint yet again when I spend most hours of the day in the operating room."

You turn abruptly to face him, grateful for the hand that shoots out to support your elbow despite his surprise at your dubious side-eye. "Are you a doctor?"

"Maybe."

"Director's son?"

"Cliché enough for you yet?"

"I recall someone who's wearing a Royal Oak saying I had good taste so I'm not going to complain. Though it would have been quite the story to hear you were the one under the knife," you take a step closer and slip a finger underneath his silver chain to tempt him closer, "to end up looking this good." When large hands hesitate to land on your hips, you raise an eyebrow. "Thought a surgeon would have a steadier grip."

"Oh." Brown eyes flicker with a carnal desire, focusing on your lips. "You expect me to be a rich, talented playboy and not be naturally handsome too?" 

"Sorry, Doctor Hong but there has to be at least something wrong with you."

The polite smile he'd been wearing all night quirks up at the corners, changing into something more on edge. A little dangerous. Beckoning excitement. He spins you back around, hands solidly landing on your sides — this time without reserve — to prevent your lower bodies from touching and changes the subject back to when you approached Wonwoo and him.

"Do you always take drinks from guys?"

"Ah, hm. Just the good ones."

"Good alcohol?" His breath is hot against the ear he's speaking directly into. "Or… good boys?"

Biting your lower lip does nothing to hide the unfettered glee you're feeling. "Alcohol, of course." A breathy sigh and you take the leap. "Want a taste?"

There's no need to ask twice. It's like the right key turning its lock. The doctor's initial awkward movements are nowhere to be found as one hand smoothly leaves your hip, turning your chin toward him to meet you halfway with his lips ready to brush against yours. 

At the last minute, he backs off and turns your chin to its original position of facing forward with a smirk you can't see. Who cares about a missed kiss when his other hand slides across your stomach? Urging you to press your ass backwards and grind against the very obvious bulge that his khakis do nothing to hide.

Its growing hardness and promising length cause you to automatically moan, arching your back with the feral need to feel more. Your head tilts to the side, hips swiveling and swaying not to the beat but the rise of his cock. The position willingly grants Joshua access to lick, suck, and bite at the exposed skin. 

He hums along to the music with a melodic voice from what you can hear, though you find more enjoyment in the consistent vibrations against your neck. A naughty hand plays with the tucked-in hem of your blouse and an occasional finger teasingly slips under the waistline of your jeans.

You can now feel Joshua's smirk when in turn, your fingers tangle in the bottom hairs of his mullet. His lips curl up, moving to nibble behind your other ear and breathe in your scent. As delightfully predicted, there's a distinct pull by your rings when you tug them free from the strands that has him pausing. Eliciting a sharp hiss and equally as sharp — but appreciative — thrust against your backside. 

In retaliation, the lax hand caressing your throat tightens around it ever so slightly while he growls in your ear, "You said there has to be something wrong with me, right?"

"Mhm, oh yeah. Totally."

"Wanna fuck around and find out, beautiful?"

Hook, line, and sinker was damn right, Boo Seungkwan. Of course, the devil would be wearing a shirt the same shade as the sky where heaven's clouds make their home.

And you eagerly take the forbidden fruit — his hand, once again — and teeter after him. The red flags are already starting to fly at full mast but into the dimly lit hallway you go, elated to find an empty and quiet corner right before the stairs leading down to the bathrooms.

Underneath the neon glow of the exit sign, Joshua pins you against the wall with your arms laying on his shoulders. If you thought the attacks from his mouth were rough on the dance floor, they turn ten times more animalistic now that he has something to support you with other than strong arms and big hands. A pair of soft lips and the warm wet tongue between them contrast with the digging in of his teeth that follow your necklace chain to its adorning pendant. 

It hangs in the v-neck window of your blouse and he lets out a tiny grunt of displeasure at the breasts being concealed away by the fabric and its many buttons. That doesn't stop him from tugging the bottom of the shirt free like a petulant child, nothing preventing his fingers now free to tickle and feel up the bare skin beneath. 

This man is good at distraction. You don't think much of the light grazing beneath your tits, only a fleeting and casual touch. It feels so good when he cups under them like an additional support for the bra you're wearing and squeezes, causing you to keen and push yourself further into him. Then quick as lightning, one hand sneaks around the back to unhook the bra's clasp and the other deftly unbuttons your jeans.

"Joshua!" you squeak in protest, stepping back and pressing flat against the wall. You're quick to rush and slap a hand against your chest to keep the beloved strapless bra that's served you well from falling to the ground. "Is your red flag undressing someone in public?"

"Only if you insist 'cause surely I would never decline such a request being the gentleman that I am." The doctor makes no further move despite the way he licks his lips and teases, only chuckling at the menacing way you squint. "Just know my full intentions are to be touching all over and especially under whatever layers you're wearing very shortly."

There's no use hiding the whine that escapes when he places a hand on the wall next to you and leans in with a smirk.

"However, sweetheart… " 

You catch his line of sight dart off to the left and your heart plummets, the fear of being left high and dry (wet) setting in. "Josh — "

"You'll have to forgive this rich boy's schemes. You see, I've always been very spoiled and just have to take what I want right away. And you're much too irresistible…" 

He speaks casually. Like your jeans weren't suddenly unzippered and he isn't currently running a tantalizing finger on the fabric below the waistband of your panties, causing them to soaken further down. Way more than they already had and almost where you need him but also not even close in the slightest. 

"Though as a rich boy," he continues, "I'm more than familiar with providing a small courtesy here and there. Would this club's filthy bathroom offer enough privacy for you, gorgeous?"

"… Only if you make sure I'm presentable enough to get down there… and back up here after, for when I have to leave with my friends."

Joshua's eyes widen before he's throwing his head back and laughing, bright and cheery like he's not going to rearrange your guts. "So you don't expect to go home with me? Maybe I won't be such a walking red flag to you."

"Doubtful. Now fix me up, Doctor." 

"With pleasure." 

It's not like there are as many people milling about as in the main area. Still, it's good to be conscientious. The same adept hands re-fasten your top undergarment efficiently. When he ducks his head to kindly fix your pants — which is sort of hot — you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear for shit-and-giggles to gauge his reaction.

"You know there's a front clasp too."

He glances up from where he's eye-level with your covered breasts, eyes darkening. Bingo. 

"What a little whore we have here, hm?"

The nonchalant, degrading question and burning desire in his gaze makes your knees weaken, arousal skyrocketing. Enough that you almost throw all caution to the wind for him to fuck you. Right here, right now. But then he's pulling away, offering a palm you can't seem to refrain from taking a hold of. And ever the true picture of being a gentleman — helps you descend down the dark stairwell.

Your killer heels really do nothing for you physically (besides the threat of rolling an ankle) because it doesn't matter how tall or short you end up with them on. It's the confidence and ego that are heightened exponentially, which is all that matters. 

That's why you follow Joshua Hong into the sketchy bathroom, let him lock the door, and bat your eyelashes with a coy smile. Leaning against the sink and fussing with your blouse as he approaches like a predator eyeing up its prey. Greedily drinking in the bare skin revealed by each button that's undone until only one is still fastened — right across your tits — that the man can unclasp himself if he so chooses.

Barely anything stopped him before anyways.

And that's what also fuels you to put your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies close together. Even closer by hooking your right leg across his hip, the point of your heel digging intentionally into the back of his other thigh. It's hot and hard — the dick bulge that keeps growing pressed tightly into the snug warmth of your core — and Joshua lets you grind down and dampen his khakis for a few moments longer than expected.

"Desperate, aren't you? Didn't wanna fuck in public 'cause you're freakier behind closed doors?"

"Just a little." You fight back the urge to whimper or admit anything to him. Like you aren't humping his length that only swells more and feels achingly thicker the harder you rut against it, eyelids fluttering the few times it's able to deliciously spread your pussy lips just the slightest through your clothes. "I'm so wet — "

"The more of a mess you leave on my pants, the longer I'll have to edge you while waiting for them to dry." Joshua grins cockily at you trying to force your hips to stop themselves only to struggle pathetically in vain. "Think you'd like that. Haven't even gotten to fuck this hot little cunt yet and I'm already certain I wouldn't mind being buried in there for hours. But don't know if your friends will stick around for that long…"

"J-Josh, ah — Shua… mhm!"

"So I think you'd better behave if you know what's good for you," he stills your hips hard, "fuckin' slut."

You mewl at the hard, rude thrust that bumps your clit as if he was actually fucking you. Like goo, you let him manhandle you around so you're bent over and facing the smudged mirror, hands gripping tightly to each side of the sink basin. Aided by the reflections, you witness how he shamelessly ogles the tempting ass that's been rubbing all over him all night. And of course that means you have to perk up and wiggle your hips, giving him quite a show.

The small distance between you clears the lust cloud and you throw a smoldering glance over your shoulder. "If you fuck me with my heels on, I'll give you a chance with them off."

Joshua swats your ass — not very hard but you release a yelp of surprise. "Wasn't aware that you were running the show, sweetheart."

"It's my backside you're looking at."

"Knew you were mouthy the minute I saw you. You're aware of how kind I am, so let me give you a choice." He's anything but kind as he sighs and leans his weight over top of you. Despite the bracing strength of his arms, you feel suffocated by just being caged in between them and the overpowering scent of his cologne. "I shut you up with either my fingers in your mouth or around your throat."

Oh… decisions, decisions! Long fingers that would surely feel best deep inside your pussy but that wasn't one of the options. You purse your lips in thought and arch up, balancing the heavy cock supported by your ass and unconsciously pouting. Joshua has the audacity to look at the time while brushing back his hair and clicks his tongue.

"Wow, I'm letting you choose between sucking on my fingers like a slut or being choked like a whore and you still can't decide? What a high maintenance toy."

The urge to scoff is extremely strong. "Sucking it is then, Doctor Hong," you say sweetly and then add with a sneer, "like the perfect slut that I truly am."

"When your friends all said you were nothing but a gentle soul, I knew they were duped. Only one was partially truthful in saying you could be sassy which doesn't even come close. Little do they know there's a bratty cockwhore with quite a bite underneath all that charm."

"Haven't fucked any of them, that's why. No plans to either."

"Yeah, what was it you like — oh right, good boys?" He laughs — low, mean, and degrading. "Then what am I, sweetheart?"

"A doctor who's full of himself and needs taken down a few, ha, pegs."

"Ah, there it is." Joshua undoes the final button, slipping a curious finger beneath the bra's front hook pulling your tits together. You shiver when it snaps against your skin after he retracts, pointer finger tracing a lazy line up your throat to its final destination. "The attitude."

You willingly part your lips, lolling your tongue out mischievously to match the roll of your eyes. "Someone gets off on it."

"Is that so?" He smears the lipgloss on your lower lip by pulling it down before releasing it. "Do you think this is all a coincidence, darling?" Meeting the hardened gaze in the mirror, you shake your head. "The minute I saw such a sparkling gem on Wonwoo's story, I just had to have it for myself."

It's not hard to guess what he's referring to. A couple weeks ago, you wore enough scraps of fabric to just cover your nipples and the areas between your legs. Drinking far too much and hanging off of the WonGyu duo's broad frames while the whole gang partied it up together at Vernon's. You had even asked them to send you the videos and pictures after because damn, you did look hot as fuck.

Who knew it would be bait for an entitled pretty boy? 

"At least you waited to find me when I wasn't drunk."

"Much more fun to break someone sober."

"Glad to know consensual exists in your vocabulary."

"How about it — will you let me destroy this little pussy of yours and ruin it to keep you crawling back to me for more?"

"Sure, if you ever stop talking and actually do something — "

Joshua's quick to shut you up, almost cracking your jaw with the harsh thumb that's jammed in the corner of your mouth to prop it open. The following two fingers are thrust cruelly inside as a replacement so it can move to keep your chin steady. They're able to reach so far when pinning down your tongue, ending up wedged near the back of your throat so you're already gagging around them. 

"Most sluts behave the second I drop the nice guy act. But boy oh boy, it only makes you act up more, eh?" 

He finally does away with your bra to allow those gorgeous tits to spill out and casually rips the garment from your body like it's personally offended him. Maybe it has. Shoving it away into his back pocket and then urgently tugging your jeans down. The binding position you're left in helps keep your shaky legs in place while you cling to the sink like it's a lifeline. Upper body supported only by the cruel hold he has on your face until he yanks it back so you're flush against him instead, the cool baby-blue silk of his shirt set ablaze by your shared body heat. 

"Next time, wear something that has easier access. Or better yet… maybe nothing at all or I'll be forced to rip it off." A piercing set of eyes attempt to glare into yours that roll back delightfully despite what's likely some snark ends up sounding all jumbled. "Oh yes, there will be a next time, sweetheart. I have to train this cunt to yearn for my cock — and you don't think you'll get it that easily, right?"

Joshua chuckles darkly knowing you can't reply. But liking to be full of surprises, you relax your upper jaw while his fingers trail across your pelvis and close your lips around the ones in your mouth. Suckling and swirling once the tension in them relaxes despite the naughty thought of biting. That doesn't eliminate the occasional graze of your teeth as a threat, responding to his words in your own way.

"Just look at yourself, slobbering all over… bet you suck cock like a champ. And prolly like it real messy. How well-trained you'd look trying to balance on these pointed heels while I fuck that bratty mouth."

You moan at the visual he's painted in your head. 

"That's right, darling." There's a mean pinch to your clit followed by the man's groan at the ruined fabric squelching between his fingertips and how the covered little nub was already begging for friction. "Now tell me how long your cunt's been warming up and soaking these drenched panties?"

"Since the beginning…" you admit once he's freed your sore mouth and chooses to bully your breasts next. "When you looked at me."

He snickers, pushing your underwear to the side and petting at the bare slippery folds. Just able to barely see a small glimpse of where his actions play with your lower body in the mirror. At least your expressions make up for what he misses seeing.

"Aw, this soft pussy started drooling the minute I laid eyes on you? While I was imagining all the things I could do to these tits," the hand on one of them palms at the rounded flesh hard. "This ass," his pelvis grinds in a slow circle against it. "Mhm, and of course, this hidden gem." 

At that, a thumb brutally rubs at your clit while plunging a finger inside the warm, wet walls that eagerly pulse around it. You weren't wrong about how good the digit would feel inside, the length and stretch of its bony knuckle feeling good enough to substitute as a mini-dick when Joshua starts a slow and methodical pace with it.

"Thought about having you spread out in the backseat of my Bugatti La Voiture Noire, you'd look like a vision laying across its leather seats. And the best thing? No one can see inside so you'll get your much desired privacy while being right out in the open."

Then he's adding another finger, longer than the first. And finally one more with an additional push in and out of the others. Clearly his experience on how to work a pussy is more than helpful. Alternating between stuffing your hole full of all three or changing up the pace and number each turn. 

And of course, your chest is attended to as well. Both nipples tugged in iterations to match the rhythm of each finger spearing into your cunt, the pendant of your necklace bouncing in time. Without fail, he hits the bundle of nerves with a deadly precision that has you going slack against him.

"Maybe we should do that 'cause," he mumbles in your ear, "this filthy hole is awfully good at convincing me to spoil its owner like no one else. Let's see if it can tell me how much it'll want me to fill it up one day."

Your ears ring with the devastating screams of white noise at the sudden stop. The moans you were letting out trail off into a dissatisfied growl. His hand falls away from your upper body while the one in between your legs merely sits nice and snug, still inside but not moving. Far too relaxed, limp even.

"Joshua!"

"C'mon, weren't you listening? Convince me."

"Fuck you," is what you spit out, glaring at the challenging and impossibly smug reflection of the menace behind you. 

"You didn't say fuck off, so… I'm waiting." 

Another check at his watch like he's bored infuriates you enough to move your hips. Whining at how his fingers fail to stiffen and only follow your pitiful motions back and forth. Out of protest, you reach behind and take a harsh hold of the hard length you're able to grab.

"Watch it, darling!" Joshua flinches and the way his cock twitches dulls the venomous words that come next. "Or I'll leave you here all needy and by yourself, waiting for some other pathetic dick to hop onto in order to satiate just a little bit of this wet and slutty pussy's behaviors."

Well, that idea doesn't appeal to you whatsoever so you lean on the sink with a huff to do what needs done. It's a struggle to stay balanced on your heels while grabbing at his wrist but a small part of you knows he won't let you fall, a bicep supporting under your breasts. Revenge comes sweetly by digging your nails into the tense muscle of his forearm and leaving scratch marks that have him hissing.

And now you know for sure —  despite the doctor's incredibly huge ego and big talk, Joshua Hong's no better than a painslut.

"Hah," you breathe out and start to slowly rock your hips. "Disrespectfully, go to hell."

Ignoring the abrasive insult — because he's a demon anyways — Joshua focuses on the wet suctioning sound growing louder the faster you move. The feeling of your tits and necklace hitting his arm to the beat of your hip bounces and enjoying the view of how his fingers disappear beyond the jiggle of your asscheeks. Up into the tight heat of velvety walls as you force his hand to behave and serve your needs like one of your dildos, though they've never been this uncooperative.

"That's it. Yeah, there we go… just like that. Go ahead and make yourself cum riding my fingers, beautiful. Uh-huh, now who's using me like a little whore to get off?"

You're already losing yourself. Waiting for that rising wave to crest because despite his annoying mouth, Joshua's fingers are more than skilled enough to hurl you into a delightful climax. As long as nothing interrupts it.

"Answer me — or I'll make you choke yourself."

"Mhm…"

He likes seeing how your face contorts, moans getting louder. It's too addicting which is why he growls out, "Do it." 

It's a feat to let go of the sink but the reward is to move his arm around your bra-line to your throat, making his hand envelope it. The visual in the mirror is depraved — limbs all wrapped and tangled with each other — and your half-closed eyes taunt the searing gaze in the mirror, repeating his words right back. 

"Why not do it yourself, Doctor?"

"Are you some sort of succubus or what?" He spits out the question like it's the germs on the toilet seat next to you. Freeing himself momentarily from the grip of your hand and your cunt, the man's at least nice enough to assuage the pissed off whine with a consoling lick up your neck and tugs impatiently at your pants. "Take these off."

"Go fuck yourself," you mutter darkly with half the mind to walk out of there. But you do as he says, quickly shimmying them off while your clit buzzes and twitches angrily at the neglect of stimulation again. 

Joshua's eyes don't look away, his hands steadying your hips and your pussy aching when you hear how he slowly slurps on his fingers to clean them. Once you step back into your heels, he throws the jeans over his shoulder. 

"Careful with the phone," you threaten. 

Joshua snorts and bends over to secure a strap for you — sucking harshly on the skin of your thigh as a "you're welcome" but pulling away before your hands can tangle in his hair and keep him down there. 

"Wrong thing to say to someone who likes broken and expensive things. Shouldn't you be warning me not to break something else?" Suddenly, your other shoe dangles precariously off your foot when he uses a strong hand to lift and support your leg onto the sink's surface. "Like this poor pussy?" 

The straining burn in your muscles and the added chill of the porcelain is all alleviated by harsh rubbing at the tender skin of your entrance. Middle and pointer finger eagerly prying sloppy pussy lips apart once again.

"Ah, but I might enjoy that." 

A clear glob of arousal drips from your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. Joshua leers hungrily past your shoulder at the mirror's erotic display of your exposed cunt and the wetness shining under the buzz of the bathroom's fluorescent lights.

"Dirty and yet it's such a pretty little jewel. Sparkling and glistening so, so lovely that I can't wait to watch it shatter while playing with it."

Finally, all three fingers from before work in tandem to scissor repeatedly inside of your tight warmth without forgiveness. This time, the devil has nothing but good intentions to send you over the peak of pleasure. His eyes can't stop feasting on the raunchy way your greedy hole gobbles up his fingers. The loud squelches accompanying his motions echo around the small enclosed space, mixing with the warm breath hitting the side of his cheek from your gasping moans.

Joshua thinks it's mighty cute how puffy your outer pussy lips grow and struggle to spread around the thick and long digits shoved inside plus the onslaught of his thumb bullying your clit. The angle shows the slightest bulge of them relentlessly stroking the bundle of nerves that has your leg twitching from the sheer pleasure.

He focuses on bringing you there, all on what you're feeling rather than his own pleasure because you have the most convincing cunt ever that deserves to be ravaged by a large, girthy cock. A shame it has to wait because he cannot give in so easily. But you're definitely a piece of work. Joshua likes that. 

"Gonna keep making a mess on my fingers, darling? Leave 'em all sweet and wet enough for me to wrap around my dick later and pretend it's your pussy instead."

You'll be the death of him when your head rolls into the crease of his neck, drool dampening the skin as you mouth senselessly at the vein protruding beneath. There's a sharp sting — the certain kind he hasn't felt in a very long time. A telltale warning of a hickey, the beautiful colors of red and purple already rushing to the surface and decorated by little nips of your teeth after you soothe the pain with your tongue.

No one marks up Joshua Hong. Sure, he's had lipstick stains before but those can easily be swiped off with a handkerchief and washed away in the shower. He can't help but smirk though, knowing when he eventually wipes your sticky lipgloss off, something of you will remain for a bit.

However you can't go without a little punishment. If you can even call it that when he returns to wrapping a hand around your throat. Anyone else who dared to leave a mark would be walked away from. But you — you simply lose enough oxygen causing your head to spin more pleasantly than it already is. 

And you claw at his forearm, scratching it up ten times more to serve as a further reminder for Joshua to look at. You're by no means urging him to stop but to earnestly keep going while simultaneously searching for something — anything — to anchor you down as you float into an almost unconscious state of pure ecstasy. 

It's by far the strongest, most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced. Becoming nothing but a bag of bones in his arms as your walls pulsate around his fingers and the fruitful expenditure of your release drips down his wrist.

He stays in that position, unable to move anyways with the vice-like grip of your spasming cunt cramping his fingers. Instead, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible by squeezing and releasing the pressure on your throat over and over again. The true picture of debauchery — heaven and sin mixed in one — and he kind of wishes for a third arm to take a photo for a keepsake. 

Everything in your body aches deliciously. You feel both refreshed and exhausted when you finally come to and even then Joshua supports your weak body as you try to regain control over your wits and whereabouts.

"Pants," you croak out and wave him off when he tries to gentlemanly assist. Which he still kind of has to when you almost topple face-first on legs that feel like jelly. "Bra." 

Joshua's a little less enthusiastic to hand that over, bitter sarcasm lacing his words. "Wow, won't even grant me a souvenir?"

"Boo-hoo," you gripe back and pretend not to notice the eyes glued to the way your tits bounce when adjusting the garment around them. Turning to look in the mirror, you work on dulling the "just got fingered in the bathroom" appearance. "It's not like you need one and it seems even less likely you'll keep anything from a stranger, especially lingerie."

"Hm, I like how well you read me."

"Of course you do, fuels that large privileged ego. Don't get used to it. But, want me to do something about that one though?"

He coughs at the rather suggestive insult, shifting his pants and shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide the messy boner you're referencing. "Guess I did a great job if you're begging for it already."

"Oh, for goodness sake I'm being courteous."

"Cute." 

Joshua admits it almost like he's startled by the words that escape his mouth. Further surprising both of you with a clumsy, sloppy kiss to the cheek when he leans over to fasten the top button of your blouse. As if embarrassed, he's already halfway out the door when he remembers to mention, "I'll be thinking of you darling, look forward to your call!"

You're left staring at the saliva spot reflected on your cheek in shock. And then, you wipe it off with the rest of the accumulated sweat to make yourself a bit more presentable and then head back to the club as naturally as possible.

Dr. Hong is seemingly nowhere in sight as expected. You figure it would be hard to return with a raging boner despite the low lighting and he probably left through the back exit to likely jerk off in his ridiculously expensive car. The visual of white ropes of cum streaming past the steel band of the Royal Oak around his wrist haunts your mind, making your aching core buzz to life again and your sticky panties even grosser.

Out of pure spite, you hope he stains his shirt too. 

Luckily, Seungkwan is still at the bar when you wobble over in search of him. He shouts your name in mock shock, assessing your appearance with pursed lips and eyeballing your figure dubiously. 

"You look like hell."

"Yeah?" you laugh it off as nonchalantly as possible, unaware of the phone in your back pocket lighting up with a returned text message from a newly saved number and a scandalous picture attached. "I just got back."

onlyseokmins: July 2023 ©

#ez.creates #svthub #joshua hong smut #joshua smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #smut #hong joshua smut #hong jisoo smut #if this flops so does the hong schlong #i fist fought this joshua in the parking lot and WON #svt.smut

[chryblossomjjk]

the weekend | jjk (teaser)

→pairing: dilf!jk x babysitter reader

→rating/genre: m/18+ | fwb?, angst, full fic will include smut

→word count: 618

→warnings: suggestive (as in building up to smut), some dirty talk, hair pulling, neck smoochies, lil lingerie moment, slightly dangerous moment in a car?, implied infidelity, smol appearance from bby yul (holds up ‘aww’ cue card)

→summary: Every weekend, you give Jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing Monday through Friday.

→notes: um long time no see i haven't posted any writing in a while so im v excited and nervy atm! had this teaser planned for a hot minute so yeah v excited to see your reactions! i don't have a set date when this will come out but hopefully soon. as for now, you can check out my masterlist if u wanna wink wink. also this fic will be v angsty so pls if thats not ur thing, skip this. ok love u bye !! feedback is appreciated v much uwu. also this is not beta’d obvi so if there’s any typos or goofiness rip im sorry :’(

“Well, there’s still time.” You point to the clock on his touchscreen stereo; 11:12 p.m. You throw your hair over your shoulder before slowly undoing the top two buttons of your shirt, revealing the skimpy black lingerie set you bought just for tonight. Just for him. “We can celebrate…”

“Yeah?” His cheek bubbles, teasing tongue poking at the inside of his mouth, eyebrow jumping at your suggestion. “How so?”

You bite your lip, contemplating your next move. Hastily, you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the center console. It’s reckless, but so was being with a man like Jungkook. You’re incapable of rational thought when you finally get to have him the way you want. One night of him isn’t enough. What kind of tease is that? You need at least six more to be satisfied.

“__,” he warns, arching his head away from your sneaky lips.  “Put your seatbelt on. Wait until we get to the hotel.”

“Where’s the fun in that, though?” You pout, cupping his cheek and batting your eyelashes innocently. Jungkook doesn’t take the bait, giving the desolate road ahead his unwavering attention. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, you can tell you’re getting to him. Below you, his slacks tighten around his thick, tensed thighs. He’s playing right into your hands. Needily, you tongue the little silver hoops dangling from his ear. 

“If I have to pull over, you’re in trouble.”

“Maybe I-”

A hushed ‘fuck’ cuts you off as the car comes to a screeching halt. Jungkook slams on the brakes, coming too close to the slower vehicle in front of you for comfort. Luckily, his dad reflexes kick in, strong hand gripping your waist tightly, preventing you from barreling forward. You brace yourself by clutching his shoulders, and when the adrenaline rush fades, you finally look at him. His nostrils are flared and his jaw is clenched painfully tight.

He’s pissed. 

You know you should apologize, or be shaken up at the very least, but the blinking of his turn signal as he pulls to the side of the dark highway has your mouth watering. This is just what you wanted. 

Jungkook sighs in frustration, tilting his head back against the headrest. The movement is counterintuitive, exposing the inked canvas of his neck that you’re desperate to paint red and purple. You go in for a bite.

A hand fists your tangled hair, pulling you off with a harsh yank before you have the chance to sink your teeth into his skin. The silver ring on his finger digs into your scalp like a knife. “Do not fucking mark me.”

The feeling of the frigid metal is agonizing. Not physically, his grip loosens immediately after the initial tug, but emotionally. You know why he doesn’t want you to mark him. Any evidence of you, other than your weekly babysitting duties, would unravel his entire life. Jungkook is an intelligent man. You don’t have to tell him that it’s all a facade, and everything’s already been undone. 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out frail and shaky. “I just want you.”

And like some cruel joke, his phone rings. 

The contact image would normally make you swoon. It’s a picture of him and his daughter from her first birthday party; her sticky, strawberry ice cream covered, hands holding his cheeks as he stares at her with scrunched eyes and a big smile. You think that picture is the only time you’ve ever seen him genuinely happy.

The bold, white font at the top of the screen, though, makes you sick to your stomach. 

‘Wife.’

Jungkook releases your hair and places a finger over his mouth, signaling for you to shut up, before answering. 

“Yes, Seulgi?”

© chryblossomjjk 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost]

#jungkook smut #bts smut #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #bts #btshoneyhive #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook series #jungkook scenario #jungkook au #jungkook x you #jungkook scenarios #Bangtan #jungkook x oc #jungkook x y/n #bts Imagine #bts angst #jungkook Imagine #jungkook one shot #jungkook angst

[deadbydangit]

How would they help their s/o fall asleep when they're having a rough time?

Leon uwu, Ghostface, Pyramid head, Wesker

I actually have a prompt saved for this. But I guess I'll be writing it now.

With a Reader who has a hard time falling asleep.

Leon, Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Mastermind

Leon S Kennedy

Hard time sleeping huh?

Yeah, he's had those days before.

He has some PTSD.

So sleeping can sometimes mean nightmares.

He won't judge.

If it is nightmares, he'll lay your head on his lap.

Speaking softly he'll tell you all his fun experiences traveling the world.

Of all the beautiful countryside sides he saw in Spain.

Of all the pretty flora and fauna in South America.

Or memories the two of you shared.

His voice can be very soothing.

You'll be asleep before you know it.

If it's because you have too much energy, he'll take you for a run.

A long run.

You'll crash after.

Ghostface

Can't sleep?

Neither can he.

Let's stay up all night together!

It'll be like a sleep over!

First, he'll disappear for like an hour and come back with a backpack full of things.

Danny swiped snacks, booze, somehow a boardgame, and Caleb's gun.

How?

He won't say.

But you're having fun tonight.

What are you going to do with the guns?

Drink the booze, keep the bottles, then shoot.

Duh?

Everyone will be thrilled with you.

Especially Caleb.

He's pissed.

But you'll both eventually fall asleep in a sugar fill drink coma.

It was an enjoyable night.

Pyramid Head

He isn't a human.

So he doesn't need sleep.

But you are.

He isn't well versed in human health.

So he'll ask others who are.

AKA. the solution to any health question he has.

Sally.

She is a nurse.

After getting some ideas, he's standing before you with blankets, pillows, various teas, and candles.

He's going a bit overboard.

But it's because he loves you.

Pick a tea.

He'll start it while he lights the candles and makes a bed.

He likes to stroke your hair.

Kind of makes him calm.

And when he's calm, the world is calm.

You'll be asleep before you know it.

Mastermind

He doesn't need much sleep.

Uroburos provides him with all the energy he needs.

But you need it.

He'll sigh and pretend to be annoyed.

But he's really concerned.

He doesn't usually sleep in the bed with you.

He has lots of work to do after all.

But, for tonight, he will.

Only if you go to sleep.

He'll place you under the blankets before crawling in himself.

He'll pull your head close to his chest and wrap both arms around you.

He's really warm.

The sound of his steady breathing is relaxing.

He actually fell asleep before you did.

But, you finally got him to sleep with you.

That's a win.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd survivor #dbd mastermind #dbd leon s kennedy #dbd pyramid head

[chaifootsteps]

‘Sup, Chai! Studio Anon back at it again at their ramblings- tonight I’m feeling spicy, so why not talk about that once couple Viv’s stans froth at the mouth over: Stolitz.

I never really understood much of the appeal. Like- the trope of the commoner and the royal are fun to mess with, but those couples could work if you set them on equal grounds. There’s already a clear power dynamic set with those, so either find a solid middle area where the two could connect (ex. A runaway prince meets a cunning thief, an exiled prince meets a hermit, etc.) but you could work with the boundaries the relationship has so long as you can develop it.

But, uh- exactly where is that in Stolitz?

Stolitz already starts with an abusive power dynamic (yknow, the whole deal with the full moon and all it gross details) and it doesn’t do much to remedy that after. Stolas is a high, rich asshole who uses his status to fuck with/generally just fuck Blitz and that’s it. We never get to hear how Stolas does anything else with him- but Viv wants us to believe they care about each other? How?

Like, a scene, a moment, a glance into what those two act like without the guise of sex. And no, Ozzie’s doesn’t count since Blitz only brought Stolas along to get into the club (which is pretty fucking weird, btw. it’s a sex club, why is it just for monogamous couples? not really my point but yeah that’s weird.) and Stolas wanted to get Blitz to fuck him after so. There’s that.

It generally would’ve been better if they played up the power imbalance to really sell a more mature theme. I’m pretty sure they wanted something darker, so why not reinforce that power imbalance? Instead of Stolas being this “uwu soft baby owl boy” we could play him up as being a prince of hell. He’s immortal, he’s likely had several heirs but they’ve all died out (he’s probably outlived them but because Octavia looks so much like him he could coddle her in a sick, narcissistic way.) and only wants some fun in his life out of his boring work (which we never really see in the show, so I never really understood his placement).

Then, comes in Blitz.

Blitz, a runaway from the circus and wanting to start a new life by doing the impossible (starting a business is unheard of by imp standards iirc) and needs the book to get it going. How did he hear of the book? Hell if I know. It just happens, and he ends up sleeping with Stolas and admitting to his consort-wife he fucked him.

Stella in this pseudo-rewrite would also have a lot going on for her.

She knows she’s just another consort in a long list of others that Stolas had only to keep with heirs, but she wants her life to be meaningful. She wants to be a good mother. She wants to have a good life. She wants that high status Stolas likes to abuse so much because she’s been abused herself, by Stolas. She’s an asshole, sure, but it’s not like Stolas cares. It’s a loveless marriage, I’m sure everyone knew that.

But to be publicly embarrassed that an imp wormed his way into their bed (and Stolas, just for his imp fetish and excitement keeps Blitz around) causes a meltdown.

Then Stolas starts to see his world crash and burn as his once “obedient and boring” wife divorces him and wants custody of the child he so “adores”, IMP perhaps getting into earthly trouble due to their sloppy kills or misuse of the grimoire, and the goetia family beginning to finally gain emotion and life as Stolas’ life goes upside down.

But he doesn’t ever blame himself. He blames Stella, blames the family- hell, probably even blames Blitz because he doesn’t care about him more than just sex.

And that’s the only thing he really has a grasp on.

His impish little plaything.

JUST. Just imagine if that’s what Stolitz was: an unhealthy display of power and obsession. I’ve recently found some enjoyment writing these sorts of messed up power dynamics (similar to what I’ve written above but it’s a lot messier) and it kills me that Viv shows us a rape deal and expects us to go, “Wow!!! Such cute and wholesome gays!!!!” Like that was normal.

Use what you have, Viv. Make it fucked up. If you didn’t want your uwu yaoi ship to be so toxic, maybe rewrite it?

also ngl Stolas and Blitz designs make them look like they’re from two different shows and generally look ugly to me so the amount of ship art I’ve seen of those two make me laugh. like pick an attractive couple to make fanart and fanchildren for jfc. it’s sad.

This is a great writeup. It's frustrating how little it would take to make these two interesting, to make them likeable, but Viv just...doesn't.

#Anonymous #studio anon #stolitz critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((So. Remember this post when I gave a certain someone the benefit of the doubt?

Yeah, well, they tried to worm their way back via my fucking boyfriend now, so fuck any and all goodwill, I am sick of this shit.

So, screenshots and names now, fuck 'em!

Meet love-is-in-the-multiverse! The person that will not leave no matter how kindly you tell them to stop!

Sadly, I only have screenshots of the last time we talked and my boyfriend's screenshots. So I'll just have to summarize my experiences up till the final confrontation without screenies.

So, Love, formerly known as mollypico, was a FNF/Newgrounds RPer I met when they approached me for a starter. Since then they, they got very smothering, spamming my inbox with OOC convos that honestly overwhelmed me. I tried to give her other options, I really did. But in the end, she didn't take them. I changed the rules a bit to reflect this newfound boundary, and at first she seemed willing to respect it. But then turned around and continued because "She had no other options". So for the sake of my sanity, I blocked her.

Her response was to send a few friends after me asking why. And I tried to explain it to them as kindly as possible.

After that, they tried approaching me with new accounts passing themself off as someone else. The accounts were deleted by the time I looked in my notifs on my phone and saw them in the morning.

Eventually, she came to a new account and via messages apologized. I gave her the benefit of the doubt and accepted because she was finally keeping this stuff in IMs. And sometimes in those convos, she'd bring up fandoms and characters she played that were... suspiciously exactly the same as those other accounts that deleted.

It did not make her any less pushy and smothering, rushing me for starters, getting impatient with me not responding immediately. It all added up.

One day, I decided that people that killed my enjoyment here would get blocked. That included her. She tried to bypass this by making new accounts to talk to me. Twice. Once to act as if she wasn't one of the people I blocked. And the other to explain herself. I blocked those too.

Some time later, I was followed by two new accounts. One called "hate-in-the-multiverse" or something along those lines, and the other called afriendtoall. Who claimed she was an IRL friend of Love, and was the one that actually talked to me. Although Hate did send an ask, but not much else came of it.

Friend was frankly not all that different from her. It did not help matters when I started approaching a very stressful change that is still ongoing. And I started having suspicions.

Spoiler alert, I was right;

I then blocked her and soon after, I saw she deleted the account when I tried to block across all my blogs. I didn't screenshot it, but after this last message, she wished me well and said she'd leave me alone.

Cut to tonight! Picture this! I was in a call with a friend, having fun reading a graphic novel to them, and then I look to see a message from my boyfriend, and he sends these [censoring his name and icon for his safety]

So, after I tell her to leave me alone for good, she instead tries to worm her way into contact with my boyfriend and followed him again. And I am pissed.

He confronted her as soon as he saw.

"Oh mistew, I was just cuwious, uwu"

Yeah, nevermind you followed him. Knowing fully well that we interact a lot on Tumblr.

So yeah, fuck it, you win, you got my attention with your stupid game. Now here's your stupid prize.

RPers beware. Block her. If you RP FNF/NewGrounds, Danganronpa, My Hero Academia, I think Undertale/Deltarune, possibly any other game/anime/whatever, block. Her. Ass. On sight. Don't even give her a chance. Take it from me, she will drain you, and then make you feel horrible for feeling drained by her/not being in the mood to talk.

She's not worth it. Put yourselves first.

#OOC #Drama CW #Tumblr Drama CW #Negative CW #Callout Post CW #Callout CW #RPers Beware #Roleplayers Beware #You brought this on yourself Love

[slashersangel]

im gonna boop you now-

uwu

Lets get down to business..to defeat thw Hanssss :D I wanna request poly!lost boys(pls include pretty boy michael uwu) with a fem s/o who is COMPLETELY human BUT ..She was the only one in her family that was human, born with superpowers. I would say elemantal control bc it's pretty cool admit it- ..so what if i watch the avatar or legend of korra ?! Sheesh, enjoy this should be fun

The usual elemants would Fire, Earth, Water, Wind. I would also add lava, metal, ice, snow..BUT WOAH SLOW DOWN, there is a catch here ya see? She doesn't know how to control her powers AT ALL and she has had a few problems in the past and currently atm.

Bye, have fun! Also, if u had a superpower what would it be? Mine would be dark matter or something that involves like dark witchcraft..not bc Im emo I- nvm lmao but have fun with this! ♡♡♡

*hug*

Ooh this is a good one! And if I were to have a power it would definitely be either energy manipulation (like wanda from marvel) or uhm… definitely control over nature like plants and animals and stuff! <3 and wow i haven’t thought of avatar or legends of Korra in forever! Thanks for jogging that memory.

these kitten gifs make me feel better because my cat ran away a few days ago 😭😭

Ploy! Lost Boys + michael with s/o who has powers! (fem)

• it started off with it raining whenever you were sad, thundering when you were angry or upset. At first it was very broad things that the boys thought maybe it was just a coincidence. But the other night, it was completely clear outside, not a cloud in the night sky, but after you had finished a sad movie (spoiler the dog died) you were trying to hard not to cry, they could tell, thats when the clouds rolled in, and when you started crying after Paul asked you what was wrong, the rain started.

• David and Dwayne looked at each other but the others didn’t seem to notice, too busy taking care of the crying you. Now, David and Dwayne have heard of witches before, never actually came across one before. They wouldn’t have even thought you were one until tonight.

• The six of you were over on the beach after chasing out a couple of people from their bonfire. It was chilly out due to the up take in wind, you had a shaw to keep you warm, key word is had. Paul and Marko took it from you to hit each other with.

• you were upset because you were cold and instead of asking for one of their jackets, you pouted and stared down Paul and Marko as they went ankle deep into the ocean. You bit the inside of your cheek and stared harder, which David noticed and he was about to hand you his jacket or make Michael do it, but there was a flash in your eyes that made him wait, and he’s glad he did because not a second later, a huge wave came crashing down on Paul and Marko.

• the boys laughed and you smiled before asking if they were okay. When you were asleep on David’s lap that night, he talked to Dwayne about it. Wait— he thinks you what? Made the wave? Sure… ya know David, you should get some rest with y/n

• David wasn’t as sure as he liked, so he brushed it off as a coincidence. Then Dwayne started think about it as well, maybe you were a witch or something without knowing.

• and the next night, they were all in your house and Paul, Marko and Michael has made it their mission to see which one was the better flirt, you wouldn’t give them an answer so they just decided to use their best pick up lines on you. It didn’t help that you were also making some food and at the end of Marko’s line (one of very many) he kissed you. When that happened, the eye you were boiling your water on caught fire. You quickly extinguished it and blamed it on the heat being too high, hiding the real truth.

• A few days later, they talked to you about it, to which you were completely surprised at, but you answered them. You were born human but had abilities, you could control the elements, the only one in your family with that could, and you didn’t know how to control them very well, explaining the fire incident. But you couldn’t control it, and you didn’t mean for the wave to hit Paul and Marko, but you were just so upset that it just happened!

• They all silently took it in, well Paul immediately asked if you could make lighting hit someone to which you shrugged at but Dwayne shut it down immediately. They asked you all sorts of questions about it too. Hey y/n can you light this on fire? Hey y/n, can you make an earthquake? Y/N, could you grow weed? Hey y/n, say someone was in the ocean, and you didn’t like the person could you— No Paul.

• they’s definitely try and help you control your powers so there isn’t a hurricane every time you cry over your favorite character dying. Baby, it’s okay, it’s not real, please don’t wipe out the whole western seaboard.

• they wouldn’t know what to do really, they associate controlling your powers like controlling their blood lust or mastering their mind tricks. With David, he tries and get you to master the harder elements like fire, metal or air. Yeah it might suck really bad whenever you don’t get it, or god forbid accidentally get hurt while doing it, (if that happens then you’d be banned from ever using that element) But he’d basically tell you to suck it up and continue and give a really shitty explanation of how to do it, because hey, he doesn’t know either. but you’ll end up getting distracted because he get’s frustrated that you’re not getting it.

• with dwayne, he takes a slow approach, he’d definitely find a book about it (how?), or about learning control and read it so he could teach you. He’d be one of those teachers where he’d put a cup of water in front of you and be like, now do something. Like what do you want her to do sir? SiR? If you want help, definitely go to him, he’s most likely to actually get anything done.

• Michael will try and mimic what Dwayne is doing to help you without the reading portion. He’d end up getting distracted and asking you to do something with your powers for him. Like, hey y/n, can you fill up my water? And you get confused when he spits it out. Y/N this is salt water???? Sorry babes. That would start a lesson on making drinking water and salt water, so at least you can do that now!

• now onto the terror twins. They’d definitely try and teach you together but end up getting absolutely nothing done except terrorizing people on the boardwalk. Like, hey y/n blow that girl’s hat away, she was looking at you funny. Y/N blow up that dude’s drink in his face, he was staring at your boobs earlier. You end up doing half of what they say, minus the more dangerous ones like lighting a girl’s scarf on fire, striking someone with lighting. (Paul >:()

• Paul would definitely ask you to strike Marko, come on y/n, he can take it! Then Marko would be all like, maybe i can take it… no Markie, you cannot take it.

• you’d run into the cave one night, excited, bouncing off the walls and when the boys would ask you what got you all happy, you’d show them. After a few deep breaths and a few moments of concentration, snow started falling inside the cave. When you opened your eyes, you saw the boys standing there dumbfounded, completely surprised that you could do this. You laughed and giggles with joy.

• I headcanon that since Michael went from Phoenix to Cali, he has never seen snow, but he knew from the moment it landed on him what it was and he was genuinely shocked, but he enjoyed it with you as you smiled and laughed in excitement. They loved how joyous you were about this and couldn’t help but smile along with you and your uncontainable excitement.

i really liked making this :), lemme know if you want a part 2??? also i’d love it be a witch? mostly because i grew up watching charmed but also because that’d be so fun?? whatttt

#the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #dwayne x reader #marko x reader #michael emerson #michael emerson x reader #paul x reader #david the lost boys 1987 #david x reader

[wurmixia]

“Jokes on you, I hate myself every morning anyway."

You'd think alcohol would be beneath Izuru. But that's wrong, even a guy like him indulges in some vices. He can hold his alcohol-- And in large amounts because of how he was 'built'. Far too inebriated to even go back to his cottage he settles himself in one the hospital beds. Practically throwing his body onto it, along with the bag of cooler cans he basically stole from the music venue. A few empties (mainly the orange flavored ones) were skewed on the floor aa he practically threw himself on the bed.

Izuru cracks open another fruity boozy beverage. He'll regret it in the morning. And that's a problem for future him. Either way, he chugs it all down with ease.

"... Mmn.. I'll sleep here for tonight."

@91cmspoilers (( have fun taking care of a loopy izuru, mikan. he's a lil more expressive when he's drunk uwu ))

Mikan chuckles quietly as their friend just threw himself onto the bed. They knew better to not get in between someone and their drinks, despite how unhealthy it was, so they just let him.

Well, i can certainly relate to that, they thought about what he said first, before walking up to him and patting his shoulder gently. "Sure, i would not mind if you do. I might even overnight if you'd like to." Its not like they were wanted back at home, so they can very well be useful for a patient. Mikan's used to not sleeping and staying at the hospital all day and night to take of patients, Izuru coming here should not be any different.

#ic. #mikan tsumiki #izuru kamukura #Mikan had deal with shitton of bad patients. as long as he is not throwing up; Mikan has problem with taking care of him

[sorvete-de-pacoca]

Mr. Portugal Wants Attention

A small drabble inspired by @rosesandalfazemas 's post. Tw for saucy talk

Portugal wasn't much a fan of casually wearing feminine clothes. Like France, who would sometimes arrive at meetings or business dinners wearing a fine tailored dress. But he couldn't deny the appeal of a miniskirt. He loved the tight ones that hugged his curves perfectly. During his errands he saw this one, black with yellow patterns. The fabric was soft and looked like it would fit him pretty well.

He bought it and was happy to be right. The skirt fits like a glove. And was quite mini. It was very easy to see his underwear if he didn't sit straight. He admired how his legs and ass looked in the mirror. Maybe England would love to see how it looks too. He picks his phone and takes a picture. Perfect.

But before he could send it, a naughty thought crossed his mind. He looked too good in it to just share it with his marido. It would be unfair to deprive his other lovers of this view. But deep down, he knew, it had little to do with what was fair or not, but more to do with his ego. He could use some praising today.

Portugal opens his messages app and creates a group chat. Going through his contacts he selects England and few more others. He smirks while giving it a name. Lion's Den. Because he felt like a delicious piece of meat to be thrown at it. Group chat created, it was time to feed them.

———

England was watering his lilies when his phone vibrates on his pocket. He pays no mind to it, he was a busy man, of course he would be flood by notifications. But it started to become insistent. England finishes his chore and picks up the phone. Worried about a possible crisis that needed his attention. It wasn't, but still needed his attention.

He was added to a new group that was already being flood with messages. His eyes almost jumping from the sockets when he sees Portugal's photo. He was beautifully dressed, and by his smile quite enjoying his own reflection on the mirror. And under it a small text “Enjoy ;)". Followed by a heated discussion between what it seemed to be France and Spain.

[Spain] you're all so stupid! He just wanted to show off! You guys are feeding his ego!

[France] I don't mind it. In fact I should pay him a visit and do it in person ;)

[Spain] smh

[Netherlands] and why are you still here feeding his ego?

[France] indeed Mon Cher why are you still here >w>

[Spain] MIND YOUR BUSINESS! AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE NED??;?!

[Netherlands] because I was added and wanna see more ass your excuse?

[France] oh my so honest 🤭

England finally intervenes would you fuckers kindly fuck off?

No surprise that the first to answer was France.

[France] kick me out then love ;)

[Spain] how does it feels to be a corno pirata jajaja

[England] enjoy just wanking off dumbasses, maybe I will do a live of me taking that skirt off for your pleasure

[France] luckily for you that I don't mind sharing uwu

[England] LUCKILY FOR YOU THAT IM NOT RIGHT HERE TO CHOKE YOU DAMN FROG

[France] OOOH KINKY <3

[Netherlands] have you guys checked the contacts of this group?

[England] why does it matter?

[Netherlands] maybe not for you but for @/spain

[Spain] me?

[Netherlands] why your brat in this chat?

[Spain] ¿Que?

----Argentina leaves the chat----

[Spain] ¿¿¿¿QUE?????

[France] LMAAAOOOO

Portugal was having the most of fun being just a spectator. Until he receives a call. He picks up promptly

"Argentina?!" Shouts an angry England.

"What? I was just curious to see why the kid caught your attention" Portugal answers unbothered.

"It was a one time thing I've told you that!"

"And I just tested him once. You do have good taste amor."

"You're a whore" there's no more anger in England's voice, it sounds hoarse with desire "and needy. I will have to pay you a visit so you won't have to beg for attention anymore."

"Then hurry, or I will have to call someone to substitute you tonight." Portugal smirks and hangs up. Not even bothering to give his husband the time to answer. He wasn't completely serious about it, but it was fun teasing the man. He just hopes the skirt could survive intact after tonight.

#sry in advance bc i did this on my phone #hetalia #hws portugal #kinda lazy to tag the others so just the ships #engport #spaport #fruport #nedport #argport #did wanted to sneak in some braport but eeeeh its already too self indulgent :P

[dixiedingo]

@raccoonspooky

:00 ya tagged me! In a Lil about me game. Whoa!

I'll tag @visceravalentines , @pastelwizard , @early20sfailingplenty, @sunnygang , @ijustdontknowsometimes

Nickname: Dingo!

Age: 22 as of a week ago lol

Height: 5'1"; would be 5'3 or 4 if my spine wasn't goofy

Song in my head: Will Stetson's cover of Ashura-chan

Sign: Pisces sun, Aries moon, cancer rising ^_^

Sleep: Dubious. I usually have to get high before I sleep cause I'm a nervous wreck half the time when I'm sober :'))

Last google search: "Dog facing camera meme"

Dream job: content creation! I'm working on it now. I've got a video in the works actually. I'll prolly end up posting sometime next week. It's a bit behind (I wanted it out before my birthday) because the file corrupted, and now my uncles graduation is tomorrow so I'm traveling tonight :'))

Wearing: blue pinstripe overalls with a tear in the inner thigh, a "having fun with chainsaws" TCM shirt my ex bought me, green plaid, and peeling green tortoise shell glasses uwu

Fav instrument: I'm biased, but I love the cello. In middle school I signed up for orchestra and both violin sections were too full and I didn't wanna be basic and go with the viola :')) and I didn't wanna lug around a huge bass. So I picked the cello. I made it to regional, actually! I was technically 12th in state?

Fav song: Rolling Girl by Wowaka ft. Hatsune Miku (rip King I miss u </3)

Fav authors: I haven't read enough books to have a fav author so I'll do fav director here. Most the books I read are esoteric in nature if not psychological anyways. Plus I'm bad at remembering names lmao; even with normal celebrities. If I haven't seen them in at least two or three movies, I probably won't know their name :'3

As for my fav director, it's Satoshi Kon! Perfect Blue was a master piece and it's a shame he died before he got to make more movies. Paprika was also super good.

Fav animal noise: cicadas! They remind me of an old horror anime I love, and remind me of when I was a kid and I wasn't allowed to have a cell phone so my friends and I used the landlines to do a multi way convo :'))

Runner ups are kitten purrs and the scream a red fox does when it finds its mate. (Red foxes mate for life (usually) and make a special scream when they find their "one" where they hold each other's arms and tell the forest to fuck off <3)

Fav color: most shades of pastel and anything red. But I especially love wine colors (they make my skin look prettier uwu)

Last song: .... will stetson's cover of Ashura-chan

Last series: I've been rewatching Hell Girl to try to finish it this time. I think I stopped on 8 but I don't remember what the hell happened |D

Sorry I'm a chatter box. I don't talk to many people often ^_^;; I'm working on some trust issues haha

#about me #tag meme

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Mmm may i request something?

Reader who has a thing for role playing (nsfw preferred, if you can’t do that, thats fine!) with affogato, vampire, eclair, clotted cream, or Madeline

Thank youu!!-🌸

Yesss! I love RolePlay especially in NSFW terms uwu

Eclair Cookie with An S/O Who RolePlays

(Note: The Reader is the Top / Dom)

•So it’s your guys anniversary and tonight you wanted to try something new

•So you asked Eclair if you could try the new thing aka RolePlaying and he did agree, but he sets some boundaries. No blood or harmful stuff. You totally understood because he has a huge fear of blood

•So here you guys are in the bedroom and Eclair is in a muzzle with a collar and leash on him

•”Sit, don’t make me rethink this.”

•Eclair did as he was told which made you smirk

•”Give me your paw.”

•Eclair didn’t listen, so you whip his back which made him groan in pain

•”Now let’s try this again.. Give me your paw.”

•Eclair did so, and it made you smile. So you give him a soft loving kiss

•This go on for an hour so you guys decide to have your fun by pegging your husband

#eclair writes #cookie run smut #eclair cookie x reader #eclair cookie

[imhereforbrownies]

Congrats on 250!!! It's always so exciting to see growth 🤗

pronouns: she/her

personality: i am emotionally intelligent and easygoing. my friends describe me as someone who they can always count on to have fun with. i have adhd so i tend to be airheaded at times, and i like to make jokes despite my friends saying they're horrible. i am a bit clumsy as well so i make messes on accident all the time. I like to believe im the mom of the friend group even though my friends are more responsible than me. I've told i act like the wine aunt. I also really love crystals

Hobbies: Hiking, music, road trips, reading, crafts

Favorites: The Breakfast Club(Movie), Little Words By The Happy Fits/Thunderous By SKZ(Song), Pasta(Food), in a kayak on the river/Concerts (Place), Harry Potter (Books)

Pets: Im a cat and dog lover but i have such a speacial connection to dogs and i have a little dog named Rocko !!

Dreams: To be at peace with life and to do something that makes me happy

Zodiac: Virgo sun, Libra moon, Cancer rising, Leo venus

Aesthetic: Hippie/Acadamia

Group: SKZ BABY

Scenario: carnival date ive always wanted have one

Hello! Thank you so much for your support and for making a request! I appreciate it a lot 💗

Btw we have so much in common when it comes to our personalities omgggg! I too love Breakfast Club tbh so I'm really glad to share some interests with you as well :)

PS I'm really sorry this took me so long.

Now to your ship...

-

I'm pretty sure about this one and I'd ship you with Chan.

My reasoning behind it:

- you're the mom of the group, he's the dad of the group - it just makes sense, ya know?

- I feel like the two of you would really click in when it comes to your personalities and could quickly bond through that :)

- I also feel like Chan would find your clumsiness very cute and would be very understanding toward your ADHD

 - road trips with Chan????? Yes, please!!!

- also I think he'd be so interested in your crystals and would definitely ask a million questions about each of them and let you explain all you know in detail while he watches you with heart eyes uwu

- he would also definitely adore your dog because we all know how much he misses Berry so I'm sure he'd be so glad to spend time with your little baby lol <3

- also you give me this kind of a sunshine vibe (??) and I feel like Chan would be so whipped for you lol I'm sorry

-

"Over here!"

Chan can't help but grin once he spots you sitting on the bench, waiting for him patiently.

After all the attractions you two tried out tonight, you got quite thirsty and he offered to buy you some soda so he was forced to leave your side for a while and he's really glad to be back.

"Here you go," he smiles once he reaches you, handing you the cup and you take it, looking up at him with gratitude.

"Thank you so much, Channie," you murmur, the way you're gazing at him making his heart flutter.

"No problem, Y/N," he replies, scratching the back of his neck shyly before he sits down next to you.

You two have been friends for quite a while, ever since Jisung introduced the two of you to each other and Chan can swear he's been drawn to you from the moment he laid his eyes on you. However, it took him some time to actually ask you out and when he eventually did, it was mostly because of Jisung who wouldn't stop whining about how the whole thing is definitely mutual and Chan should just finally go for it and so he did. And looking at you now, sitting next to him and playing with the straw, the cute Hello Kitty headband he bought for you sitting on top of your head as you sway your feet rhythmically, he's so glad he did.

"Where are we going next?" You glance at him with a smile, taking him out of his thoughts and he chuckles.

"You still don't have enough?" He teases and you pout at him.

"Come on! There's so much we still didn't get to try out!" You state, making him smile.

"You're right," he murmurs, making you grin.

"I'm thinking about the shooting game," you say, taking a sip of your soda and he hums in agreement.

"Sure. That's a good idea," he nods and so you jump to your feet with a smile on your face.

"I'm about to kick your ass so bad," you say with a smirk, making Chan laugh.

"Oh, are you?" He teases, straightening up too.

"You can bet," you state and he chuckles.

"We will see about that," he leans a bit closer to you just to wink at you, making your heart do a little jump in your chest but you decide to ignore it, finishing your soda and throwing the cup in the nearby bin before you approach Chan again.

"Let's go then," you say excitedly and he smiles before slipping his hand into yours, intertwining your fingers, making your breath hitch in your throat as your eyes meet his.

"Right after you," he murmurs, his cheeks tinted pink, making you think about how cute he is.

"Sure," you reply, giving him a smile as you squeeze his hand a little tighter before leading him through the crowd, a silly grin on your face and your heart racing.

You've been waiting for this moment for so long and now that it's here you can't believe it's real. But feeling the warmth of his hand in yours, you know this is no dream. And you couldn't be happier.

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fluff #250 followers celebration #shipping hours #bang chan x reader #kpop #skz bang chan #chan skz

[ms-hells-bells]

hey since ur a fellow kpoppie radfem I wanted to share a small vent of mine if that’s ok since I have no one to tell this too 😭 but uhhhh a lot of “ feminists” kpop fans confuse me because one minute they’ll acknowledge that a lot of male idols are trash and that there’s an incel problem in Korea ( making it very likely that the male idols they stan are also ones), plus they acknowledge predatory musicians that prey on underaged girls and whatnot. But on the other hand they tend to hypersexualize themselves and make jokes and straight up encourage the thought of a male kpop idol ogling theirs fans ( and keep in mind lots are underaged) at concerts and fa signs. I also see them making a lot of jokes about having one night stands with idols and signing “ NDAs” and just a bunch of sexual jokes about getting picked from a crowd at a concert to sleep with said male idols. It’s just so damn hypocritical that they basically make groupie jokes knowing the history of male celebs preying on underaged fans , or even adult women in general ( which they seem to find nothing wrong with male idols picking out fans to fuck as if the world is their brothel for some reason 🥴). I especially see this behavior in NCT fans where they kinda pride themselves in being fun and try to distance themselves so far from the “ uwu delusional gf stans” ....by acting very hyper-sexual and egging on the thought of NCT sleeping around by saying things like “ hope he gets pussy tonight” and saying “ they do/don’t get bitches”, it’s all so weird and performative. It’s just so overbearing and it’s why I can’t stand being into the English speaking side of many fandoms. Like I remember there was once a hashtag by ( usa) nctzens called #titsotsformark, which was in retaliation to k-nctzens complaint about Mark making a boob joke. *sighs* anyways here some examples. (1) ( 2 )

i think most of them aren't feminists, even in name, they're girls between 14-22 (sometimes older if they are chronically online weirdos) who have lived their whole lives online and don't have any normal sense of appropriate conversation, or critical thinking. horny and stupid basically. it's why i stay away from stan social media.

[ruewrites]

Kinktober 2022 Day 9: Deepthroating & Facesitting

AO3

Ship: Asmo/Solomon/Thirteen

Word Count: 1087

Warnings: smut

A/N: I really like how this one turned out! I had a lot of fun writing it and I can finally get Asmo involved in some kinktober prompts! I think Thirteen definitely has some fun being top dog. Who knows what Asmo told her she'd get in return. Maybe some bread from the bakery? Her favorite sweets? Guess we'll never know uwu.

Comments are appreciated!

“You know I usually like to be the center of attention darling,” Asmodeus purred, “But I’m excited to put focus on you tonight, you deserve it."

Asmo kissed his neck, wrapping his arms around his hips. Solomon could feel the beginnings of a hickey forming on his neck, when Thirteen cleared her throat.

"Listen, I know I agreed to this, but do ya gotta be so mushy?"

Asmo giggled, giving one last kiss to the bruise before pulling back, "I can't help it if he's absolutely irresistible."

"You have weird tastes."

Solomon raised an eyebrow, “I am right here you know.”

Part of him was honestly surprised that Thirteen had agreed. He had no idea what Solomon had said to her (or what he agreed to give her in exchange, but whatever he had said had worked. Looking at both of them now in various forms of undress, Solomon couldn’t deny that he did indeed have a type. They were both very attractive in their own right, and while their personalities may have been vastly different in some ways, they had similar quirks in others. 

Both of them now in undergarments, Asmo strode over and tugged at his shirt.

“Off! You can’t keep any of these on if you want to have fun with us.”

Solomon let out a little chuckle and removed his shirt and pants before sitting on the bed, waiting for his partners to join him.  Asmo  was immediately on his left, hands and lips on him in an attempt to pick up where they’d left off. Thirteen took his other side, and watched with an almost bored expression. One of them was touching his chest, the other his inner thigh.

Back.

Lips.

Teeth.

Tongue. 

If he hadn’t been hard already-

“One of us is gonna be sitting on your face darling,” Asmo cooed.

Solomon’s eyes sparkled, lips already going to Asmo’s thighs and his hands on his hips. But he never got the chance to put his teeth on his lacy undergarments.  A hand buried itself in his hair and yanked him backwards.  Asmo was giggling, fingers gently touching his own lips.

“While I’m flattered, it won’t be me tonight Solomon baby.”

“I’ve got to make sure you’re not out of practice,” Thirteen was right next to his ear now, “Your boyfriend only deserves the best after all.” 

The next thing Solomon knew, he was being pushed back against the mattress and Thirteen was straddling his face, “So show me you still got it.”

Solomon had no qualms placing his hands on Thirteen’s hips, and letting his lips meet her pussy. He wasn’t going to dive in right away, no, he had to warm up first so that she really wanted it. Gently biting at her folds, Solomon made his way up and around her clit. He heard her breath hitch as he got close, which was a sign that it was possibly time. 

It was rude to keep a partner waiting too long after all. He encircled her but with his lips, sucking at it and gently teasing with his tongue. As he worked her, he could hear her soft sighs of pleasure. They kept him going, wanting to make sure he played with her buttons thoroughly before moving inside.

However, speaking of not keeping partners waiting too long, it seemed that Asmodeus was ready to get down to business.

Solomon nearly choked as a warm mouth enveloped his head and wasted no time traveling down to his base. Asmo had always been talented with his mouth, but now he needed to focus. He moved down to Thirteen’s entrance and stuck his tongue inside her, one of his hands moving up so that her clit wouldn’t remain ignored. She was moving above him slightly, fucking his face in an assurance that he’d hit the right spots, and they weren’t hard for him in the slightest to find once she showed him. 

His moans vibrated through her, coaxed out of him from Asmo working his cock. They also appeared to be going through Thirteen’s own mouth from the sounds she made, and this in turn only spurred Asmo on further. Solomon found himself squeezing Thirteen’s thigh, enjoying how palpable it was beneath his fingers the same way Asmo’s were. He traveled up to her hip and continued to squeeze and then back down once more. His own thighs clamped around Asmo’s face when he sucked in a particularly nice way, but the demon was quick to open them once more. Solomon knew he needed space to work but fuck did he have a talented mouth. 

Thirteen grabbed at his hair and yanked, “I need you faster, and don’t you dare stop that pattern, I don’t care if your tongue cramps.”

Solomon gently tapped at her clit in response and obliged. 

As he sped up Asmo did too. 

Honestly it seemed like he was getting  Solomon to finish before Thirteen did.  Almost like it was a little game he was playing. Solomon didn’t think either of them were going to last much longer if he was being honest. Not with the way Thirteen was grinding against him or how Solomon was thrusting up into Asmo’s throat. 

And they didn’t

Solomon dug his fingers into Thirteen’s flesh as he came, leaving half crescent moons in their wake, and Thirteen had his hair in a death grip as her pussy gripped his tongue. They groaned in unison, taking a moment to lazily ride out their orgasms. When they did, their grips loosened and Thirteen rolled off of his space. 

“Personal preference? Take a little more time before going in, other than that you still got it,” Thirteen said, still trying to catch her own breath. 

“I’ll keep that stored in a file.”

Asmo crawled up his chest and kissed his lips, Solomon’s own taste mingling with Thirteen’s on his tongue. 

“You two were certainly having a good time!” he grinned, “I liked watching.”

Solomon’s hands wandered down, only to realize that Asmo’s undergarments were still clinging to his body. Thirteen seemed to take note as well. She grinned at him and motioned with her eyes.

“You did, did you?” Solomon asked, “I very much enjoy the fact that you were enjoying yourself. So much that I think you deserve your turn as well now, with Thirteen’s permission of course.”

He wanted to have Asmo screaming by the end of the night.

Who knows, maybe this wouldn’t be the last time the three of them got together.

#ruewrites #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #obey me thirteen #solodeus #soloasmo #asmosolo #asmodeus x solomon #solomon x thirteen #asmodeus x solomon x thirteen #asmodeus x thirteen #smut

[redeyesandchilifries]

((Some OOC fun for y'all since I meant to post more but instead took a 2-3 hour long nap earlier uwu

DMs between Yugi and Joey today under the cut!))

04/03/2023 8:48 PM

millenniumdueled: How are you doing, Joey?

redeyesandchilifries: Great! You?

millenniumdueled: Well, I've got all 6 locator cards! But I'm with Kaiba. Are you heading for the finals?

redeyesandchilifries: Hey, you did? Sweet, me too! But you're hanging with Kaiba? Ew why 😂 I don't think they'll let us do the finals tonight when it's this close to the cutoff time though

millenniumdueled: Of course I did! The last of Marik's Ghouls challenged us to a tag team Duel, I've convinced him to help me track you down now. Will they? He's been pushing me to head there already.

redeyesandchilifries: Is that so? Interesting. He really does have a one track mind, doesn't he

millenniumdueled: He certainly does... Where are you? We should meet, whether we head to the finals tonight or not.

redeyesandchilifries: Heh, still worried about me? :P

You think he'll let you get away while you've still got that god card he's after? 😄

millenniumdueled: Of course. Marik must be getting more desperate now that I've destroyed so many of the assassins he's sent for me--

...Hm. I never said that I have a God Card.

redeyesandchilifries: You didn't? Huh. Look at that. Perceptive as ever, Pharaoh.

millenniumdueled: Marik. What have you done with my friend?!

redeyesandchilifries: Took you long enough.

You'll see, Pharaoh, you'll see! In due time.

#ooc #events #millenniumdueled #((Will probably add more later :D ))