#i will rip his ears off istg

[tardis--dreams]

That's what i thought you would say you dumb fucking app

#(Me already sitting in the connection service because the train was perfectly on time #but i guess they just add this warning as a default at this point) #db hate posting #also i am going to commit homicide because that guy in my car doesn't know what headphones are #i will rip his ears off istg

[cultrise]

·.⌇ BULLET CATCHER. BOOTHILL

✶ SYNOPSIS boothill decides you’re too weak to join him on his mission. his solution? teach you how to fight.

✶ CONTENTS suggestive content, lots of tension, shy boothill??, mentions of blood, not much description abt the reader just her being shorter than him (istg this man is insanely tall), all curse words changed by his synesthesia beacon are in italics, i want him so bad help. ᵎᵎ wc 1.6k

your body hits the floor with a thud, pain resonating from your abdomen all the way to your skull. you try to get up, palms slipping on the cold surface.

thud!

you groan as you hit the floor again, cursing under your breath. how did he even manage to hit you that time?

the sounds of leather boots get near, steps slow and almost agonising. a slow, metallic clap fills the silence of the room.

“good job! ya’ managed to last 2 minutes. say, if i warn ya’ next time, will ya’ finally be able t’dodge my attacks?” you feel your temple pulse with anger as boothill’s voice continues to keep pressing on your nerves.

“you misled me! you looked like you were going to block my punch and you spun and kicked me! how’s that any fair?” you protested, looking up at the grinning man in front of you. boothill bends down as if talking to a child.

“fightin’ ain’t fair, sweetheart. y’can’t expect a cutie t'play fair” his nose scrunches at the unwanted voice filter. god, he was infuriating. for 2 hours you had repeatedly failed to land any blows while he took every chance to knock you down and irritate you. you were sure to have bruises all over you.

a metallic hand extends in front of you, ever so gentlemanly. you scoff at him, earning a quick smirk. the moment your palm touches his cold one, boothill expertly helps you up, with no effort. a fleeting hint of arousal washes over you at the evident difference in physical power. you quickly brush away the thought.

"now, should i kick your lovely face again?" boothill grins, flashing his white teeth at you. you ponder surprise-kicking his face in.

"keep talking like that. see what good it does you" you threaten. boothill's body leans back on the wall, watching you with an amused stare. you take note of the way his eyes peek from under the tip of his hat, scanning you intently.

"oh? got any fantasies about what to do to me, princess? do tell" he crosses his arms, leaning forward, beckoning you. you knew well enough how empty your threat sounded to him. you intended to do anything to uphold it, even if it meant spending the entire night locked up in that room with him. you couldn't just let him lord his combat skills over your head.

"plenty. something along the lines of ripping your arm and beating you to death with it" you snarl. boothill erupts in wild laughter, almost losing his balance. a vein on your temple starts pulsating with anger. you had to win one sparring match. you absolutely had to wipe that grin off his face.

"how charming! didn' know y'got off to that. i'd like to see that" he cocks up a brow teasingly, watching your own furrow. the sole implication of it makes your mind run wild.. no, you have to concentrate on kicking his ass!

"oh, don't worry! i'll save you front-row seats" you drily indulge him. boothill snorts, walking in your direction. he circles you twice, seemingly analysing whether you have what it takes to carry out such a threat. he stops behind you, bending in to whisper into your ear.

"y'gonna stop daydreaming and put y'r plan in action instead?"

with swift motion you reach your right hand back, grabbing the gun in his holster and turning, pointing it at him. boothill smirks at your bold move but soon enough shakes his head in disapproval. had you forgotten he was a cyborg? how foolish.

within seconds his left index and middle finger take the shape of a gun barrel and he points it back at you without hesitation. the barrel heats and, taking notice of it, you block his aim by hitting his hand with the blunt side of the gun’s magazine. in doing so, the bullet fires into the nearby table and boothill jumps back, taking a look at the dent in his wrist.

"lovely. y'gotta pay for that" he looks up at you, only to notice you trying to create a makeshift distraction from some of the items in the room. he chuckles, eyeing down your movements "now we're talking!"

the sparring goes on for quite a while, with bullets and objects being thrown all over the place. the sounds of clanking metal and breaths of effort go on for a while.. until he has you cornered.

you curse under your breath once mroe. you had been doing so well.. just how did he manage to steal his gun back? boothill approaches, kicking the gun to the other end of the room with the tip of his boot, out of your reach.

a cocky smile overtakes his features, his gun still pointed at you as he nears. you look like cornered prey to him, unable to escape, proving him right. you count your escape options, though it doesn't seem like it'd change much. you had to think of something. and fast.

"y'done?" boothill asks plainly, getting closer to you and pressing his gun between your ribs. he won't fire it, you know that much. who would he agonise then? but it seems like there's no way out. in a real situation, you'd be dead where you stand, bleeding out from a gunshot wound to your side.

"this was cute an' all, but it proved my point. you'd be useless as my partner" his gun retracts, merging back into two steel fingers as he looks down at you. you, on the other hand, are seething, close to seeing red. your mind goes haywire trying to find options to gain the upper hand.

"you think you've won? i can still fight back" you press, boothill sighing.

"ya' could, but what difference would it make? i could pull out my gun again and jus—"

your hands grab his shoulders, making him stall before you tiptoe and hit your forehead against his nose as hard as you can. he stumbles, completely taken aback, hand flying to his now bloody nose.

you seize the chance to flee, reaching for your revolver and approaching him once more, you push it to his temple and ask, "y'done?" mimicking his tone.

boothill's mouth is agape, eyes repeatedly shutting and closing, as to evade the pain. he tries to straighten his back, but he gets reminded of the position he's put in as you press the tip of the barrel to his head.

he scoffs, then grins and fully starts laughing at the realisation "hug me, that was good!.. ow!.. that really hurt, you cutie!" he drags a finger, under his nostril, cleaning himself up.

"you got any more witty comments?" you attach one hand to your hip looking down at him. your eyes glisten with pride as he raises his arms up in defence.

"i must admit. ya' had me there. y'win" he complies before you jump up, ecstatic.

"fuck YES! fuck you, you son of a bitch!" you yell at him, earning only a laugh back. he decides to let you enjoy it. after all, you did get him. and not only that, you got him good.

"yeah yeah... i went easy on you and let you win" he glances at you, waiting for a reaction.

"or maybe i had you at gunpoint. face it, i won fair and square."

"or maybe i just like being held at gunpoint but hot women" he towers over you, grinning. you roll your eyes, shrugging.

"whatever, make up any excuse you want. i still got your ass" you press a finger to his hard chest "not to mention, you're bleeding"

"y'really didn' have to hit that hard... you probably broke my beautiful nose" he presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, looking for any bumps that would indicate broken bones. "now y're gonna have to kiss it better" he shrugs, closing his eyes with a small smirk.

when his eyes open, however, he notices your face getting nearer to his. his mouth falls open, eyes instantly going to your lips. was that all it took? a simple joke to get you to kiss him? boothill's throat goes dry, eyelids closing again.

click!

he opens them for a second time, startled. you look up at him, amused, as he looks to his side. you had leaned over to put his gun back into the holster which hung off his waist. he feels his cheeks heat.

"not in your wildest, wettest dreams" you retort his proposal, heading for the door. boothill's brain spins. what was that reaction?

his eyes shift to the door as you turn on your heels to face him again "oh, i almost forgot. i'll see you on our mission tomorrow. maybe get your nose fixed before that?" you snort before leaving the room.

boothill is entranced, walking over to the table and placing his hat down, contemplating. he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but the image of you getting closer replays in his head. he remembers the exact curve of your lips, how soft and inviting they looked, your beautiful eyes, the proud look in your eyes when you finally won against him and when you cursed him down...

"system: overheat!" his cyborg body beeps.

"great!" boothill slams a fist on the table, putting a dent in it before he turns and leans on it, placing his palm over his mouth. it was insanely frustrating how he wasn't allowed to curse out loud. no, that wasn’t it.

boothill's face goes red. he runs an impatient hand through his hair, sighing. what the fuck was wrong with him? his body beeps again, signalling more overheating of his mechanical components. he knew he was screwed.

the only thing replaying in his mind is you. boothill's palms and fingers grip the ends of the table.

"what in the world am i g'nna do tomorrow?..."

© cultrise | don’t steal, copy or translate my works.

#𐙚 — pages. #honkai star rail #hsr #boothill hsr #boothill #boothill x reader #hsr x reader #boothill honkai star rail #hsr boothill #hsr boothill x reader #WE BACK #thank you to this cowboy for getting me back into writing #it was about damn time

[reikissu]

❥･• kaedehara kazuha and wanderer dating hcs.

a/n: might be ooc, i’ll try my best to edit it and make it more accurate to their character huhu

ꔛ genre: fluff, romance

ꔛ reader: gender neutral

ꔛ warnings: corny stuff, cursing

my, you're a lucky one to be the paramour of kaedehara kazuha.. because life is about to change.

he's swift as the wind, with just his way of words and voice.. he can make you turn flustered in a matter of minutes.

with just a call, you feel as if you're on cloud 9.

"dearest, may you come here?" "huh? uh sure...! (⌯❛௦❛⌯)" then he asks why your cheeks are red HAHA

his petnames for you are like a sweet flavor to his tongue, calling you out by using his petnames makes him feel warm.

he calls you dearest, dear and love. they vary in different days when he chooses one.

his love language is definitely gifts and physical touch, he loves writing poems and giving it to you, since you are his inspiration of the poems he gives to you.

and they turn out to be so romantic that you start giggling while reading it, after all.. it is all about you and he wrote it full-heartedly.

everytime it’s autumn, he would bring you to a cliff where the trees are in view, sitting next to you as you both behold the sight of the maple leaves flowing along with the wind.

he would take one leaf and put it behind your ear as an accessory, "you look beautiful, my love." he says as he gives a soft smile. 🤭

as i also mentioned, his other love language is physical touch. he likes to feel your soft skin against his, he'll kiss you, hug you, hold your hand.. anything that’s comfortable with you.

on certain occasions he would hold your hand, whenever you both are alone of course.. wouldn’t want anyone prying on your moments with kazuha, no?

he would share his experiences when he traveled with beidou or by himself, it would always have interesting events happening in them. so it’s very entertaining to listen to.

HE DEF KNOWS HOW TO SEW, because i hc that when tomo had rips on his clothes, kazuha would fix them. so kazuha would gift you handmade clothes, handkerchiefs, scarfs… you name it, and it will always be in your favorite color. “Ah, shit! My sleeve ripped!” “Mm? Oh, give me the top you’re currently wearing tomorrow, i will fix it.” “You know how to sew?” “Yes, my dear.” “Aw, thank you..” “You’re welcome :)”

sometimes when you both are in the mood to hangout on the ship, Captain Beidou always teases you both “Hey, hey.. no one told me the lovebirds would board the ship!” “Captain beidou…” you and the other crew mates just laugh it off.

you and Beidou would talk about Kazuha and tell stories, and she had one piece of advice for you. “Just come to me if Kazuha hurts you or did something wrong, i’ll teach that kid a lesson.” “Is that a threat, captain?” you laugh, kazuha mutters under his breath, leaning on the wall of the ship "Why would i ever do that to them.."

all jokes aside, having kazuha in your life is a blessing from the gods that you can never thank them enough for.

at first, wanderer wasn’t the sweetest boyfriend. But after learning about relationships and love.. he started showing how much he loves you.

after he regained his memories, he was back to his old, sassy and arrogant self. But that didn’t stop him from being soft around you.

in public, he’s the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet istg, but when alone with you, he just suddenly melts into your touch.

he’d let you play with his hair, cuddle with him or more. you’re one of the people he trusts and loves, so he doesn’t mind it. he likes being pampered and pampering you.

he doesn’t have a petname for you, he just calls you by your name. but if he’s feeling nice enough, he’ll call you babe.

“Babe, can you-“ “Huh? What did you call me? 🤩” “..Babe. Are you deaf?” “OH MY GOSH 🥹” then he’d just stare at you like “what’s so shocking about that?” HAHAHAHAHA

his love language would mainly be physical touch, but in my opinion his love languages would be all, depending on his mood.

he would make fun of you sometimes, if you trip he’d definitely laugh his ass off but will help you stand up, if you accidentally say something that is SO stupid he’ll literally never shut up about it.

he would try food or things that you like, so he’d understand your preferences. But if you like sweets, he’d have a hard time with it. he’d spend an hour just trying to swallow it, he hates it.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like dango?” “….No. I like dango.” (He’s about to puke.)

wanderer wasn’t very good at showing his love through physical touch, but he would give you soft yet quick kisses, it’s like cotton grazing on your lips. after a while, he would be able to kiss you more confidently without any hesitation in private.

he is slightly showy in public, just subtle hand and waist holding as you two walk through sumeru, eat somewhere, or do any activities outside. like stargazing, watching a play etc.

whenever he would see you eyeing something you want, he would click his tongue and say “Tsk, buy it yourself.” then later night he’s holding a bag with the item/food you wanted earlier… “Hm? Isn’t that the food/thing i wanted?” “…Yeah.” “I thought you told me to buy it myself?” “Shut up, i changed my mind.” (he will get absolutely pissed off and flustered if you tease him about it 😭)

he would help you in any way he can, cooking, laundry, blahblahblah. just anything, so he could take the weight off your shoulders. you’re a hardworking person in his eyes, and he admires that, and he’s willing to be one with you.

he would surprisingly like cuddling, but not the one with those type of cuddling where it turns into some steamy stuff. i have a gut feeling he would love chill and tender moments with you, like talking about past experiences and laughing together, watching a movie together, etc. he loves seeing you smile and laugh, it makes him feel warm inside.

would kill for you, if anyone tries to harm you, they’ll be buried 6 feet under for that. even though he acts hard to get, he loves and cares for you a lot. he does not give a single shit if you’re bigger and taller than him, he knows he’s capable of protecting you.

overall, his life with you is the happiest one he has ever had. wanderer loves you with all his heart.

© reikissu do not repost/steal any of my works and repost it on other platform/s. I do not own the characters i write for at all, reblogs are appreciated though ♡

#kazuha kaedehara #scaramouche fluff #wanderer fluff #kaedahara kazuha #kaedahara kazuha x reader #kazuha kaedahara x reader #kaedehara kazuha fluff #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #kazuha x reader #kazuha fluff #scaramouche scenarios #wanderer scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #kazuha scenarios #kazuha kaedehara scenarios #kaedehara kazuha scenarios

[mehidktbh]

I've Got My Eye On You

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: After one incident of fainting while training. Your Lieutenant takes the role of keeping you fed and hydrated.

Warning: Swearing, war/military stuff, ED-related symptoms (??), fainting and passing out, guns, Ghost flirts with you... which includes pet names 👀 and training (punching/fighting)

A/N: Finally got my mac book working and fixed after waiting a whole 5 months, istg it's always Apple...

Taglist: @fatedeniedhope

You stand there watching the brutal nasty fight happen in front of your eyes, watching as two men go up against each other. The grunting can be heard amongst the cheering of other soldiers. Studying their tactics and every move as they attempt to knock the other person down, hands flying with forceful punches and hard kicks as one man finally gets pinned. Someone shouting next to you as he tries to motivate the fallen soldier to get up, his voice falls deaf to his ears as he taps out.

"Alright!" The two men head back to the line of soldiers who stand up proud and tall, listening to the yelling drill Sargent. "I want Y/N and Jet up front!" You snap out of your thoughts when someone pats your back, indicating for you to step up. Your vision is unsettled and you can feel the whole world spinning, you take your stand, knuckles clenched and legs tensed.

Staring directly at the man in front as he holds the same starting position. Through the split second, you hear the whistle blow as he begins to circle you slowly, his mind set on only beating you as he starts to wonder why you stand so weak. You continue to stumble around, trying to copy his feet as they overlap each other moving around you.

Your ears block out the yelling and the screams which your team urges you on. It all becomes too much when your drill Sargent spits his voice at you, forcing you to get in there more. But it falls deaf to your ears, the underwhelming pressure and heat are all too much, you watch in confusion as the guy across you looks at you with concern. But there's nothing to say as you stumble over, tripping over your godman leg before you plough straight into the ground. There's not much to see or hear as the sun is blocked from your eyes, you're met with the blurry vision of Price as he mouths something off to the drill Sargent.

But that was months ago and now you feel stupid for letting yourself get that low. There's that worry that hangs over the rest of your task force as they still ask you questions about that day. But never your Lieutenant as he instead worries in his own (special) way...

♡ ♡ ♡

There's a little knock on your door, harsh but not too hard you jump out of your skin, soft enough to know it's your Lieutenant. "Come in," You say not looking up from your desk as you continue to work, the endless paperwork won't do itself. "How are you doing...?" He seems a bit awkward when asking that question like he normally doesn't ask people how they're doing.

"I'm alright, need something?" You question turning around in your seat to find him sitting next to you on your cot, surprised at how he moved so fast. "I know you haven't eaten so I brought something." He roughly said, your eyes glistening with the urge to instantly rip open the grey plastic bag. You can nearly see a box of some sort sitting perfectly there, a neat knot tied together on top to keep the surprise inside.

You drop the pen and your mind from doing the paperwork, turning away from the pile of mess and instead facing Ghost as he begins to open the plastic bag. "You didn't have to." You say shyly, seeming appreciative as he shakes his head in return, "No. You need to eat, Y/N." You don't say anything and instead, just nod your head in appreciation and also agreeing with him in some way. Stalking his movements as he carefully takes the food out of the bag. His eyes catch your hungry craved eyes, a smirk hidden behind his mask.

♡ ♡ ♡

Looking down at the cards you sigh again, "Got nothing." "Ha! Ace and ten," Soap said cheerfully after beating you for the tenth time tonight. But you would never say that you were never in the game from the start, despite Soap explaining the game you had no fucking idea how to play.

"Give it'ere." Price said, catching the cards as Soap threw the pack to him, his hands instantly got to shuffling the deck. Gaz sat next to you on the floor as Price sat in front of him, Soap sitting in front of you. A perfect circular Arrangement with everyone's attention on Price as he shuffled the cards in the same movement and technique as he's been doing for years.

Through your eyes averted to Ghost in the corner of the room, his body leaning on the wall as he guards the window, his eyes scanning the premier. So you decide to walk over, let your Lieutenant take a break and play some cards. After such a rough day with Gaz nearly getting shot in his shpulder the team decided to camp out fpor the night.

Letting all the adrenaline you guys felt before melting into the floor and walls of this small dingy 'safe house'. "I got it, sir." Ghost looks over at you, your smile is reassuring but after a day like today, he seemed like the only one who still wasn't relaxed. He nods after a second of staring at you, picking his gun up from leaning on the wall but he stops right before his elbow touches yours.

"Had any water today?" You hum quietly, not looking back before you take over his leaning position on the wall but he still stood there. After a bunch of shuffling in which you thought was Price with his cards a cold water bottle touched your arm. Ghost stood there arm reached out as he nudged you on, signalling for you to take the bottle.

"I'm alright-" "Take it." Your eyes flicked between the bottle and his piercing eyes, fuck you could feel how much he was persuading you. "That's an order, Y/N." You sigh, rolling your eyes slightly as you take the bottle from his hand, he continues to watch you gulp the cold refreshing liquid down. His hand pushing up in a motion as he signalled for you to continue drinking when your lips were about to leave.

But after a while, he was satisfied, nodding his head when you could finally pull away. You were about to hum back thanks before he spoke slowly, the last word came out deathly quietly as you couldn't understand what he had just said.

"Good, girl..."

#simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley imagine #ghost simon riley #simon riley #ghost riley imagine #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost riley x reader #ghost riley #ghost call of duty #simon riley x y/n #simon riley one shot #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x reader #mw2 ghost x reader #mw2 x reader #mw2 fanfic

[latenightsimping]

Thinking about eddie + slow gentle handjob...

Anon I'm so sorry this took so long, but trust me it didn't leave my mind

18+ MINORS DNI I'LL THROW ROCKS AT YOU ISTG

“Baby.. You’re -fuck- you’re killin’ me here.” 

You hummed in mock sympathy, thumb stroking over the sensitive head of his cock and earning you a small whimper in response. The movie you both planned to watch long forgotten about, just background noise as your hand worked over his length. Agonisingly slow movements that made his hips tilt upwards, before self restraint kicked in and he resorted to gripping the couch cushion behind you with a white knuckle grip. His face buried in your neck and occasionally wandering to stamp kisses to your bare shoulder, the back of his neck cradled in your free hand. The position wasn’t the best, sat side by side, but both of you were too far gone to move things to his bedroom just down the hall. His need to come building fast, and your need to toy with him even further keeping you in place. 

“That feel good, pretty boy?” you whispered into his ear, the act making him shiver in pleasure as you guided the pad of your thumb over a prominent vein. A small whine and a fervent nod your answer, though not enough for your tastes. “Use your words for me.” 

“S-so good.” By the broken whines with each pump, the way the hand behind you shifted to hold onto your lower back, pulling you in as if your bodies weren’t touching enough, you knew what he needed. “Faster, please…”

“Hmm… You sure you earned it?” you asked, your tone bordering on mocking as you slowed down your movements, earning a pitiful sound that tumbled from his lips. “Going to be a good boy and do what I say?”

You knew what calling him the pet name would be his unravelling, his cock twitching in your grasp as his nodding became more frantic. “Yes, fuck, I’ll be good,” he whispered into the skin of your neck, and you knew him well enough to know he’d make good on his word. Eddie adored you, and adored your body just as much. Getting you off was just as good for him as it was for you, if the amount of times he’d came just by rutting against the mattress whilst eating you out was anything to go by.

You pulled your hand away to reposition yourself, his brows furrowed and full lips parted as a groan of need left his lips from the lack of contact. As if he’d expire without your touch for even a second longer, though it changed once he realised you’d perched yourself on your knees between his thighs. His hips lifted upwards to help you pull his jeans down further, just enough for you to get access to his heavy balls. Spitting into your dominant hand for ease of motion, you grasped his cock again, picking up movement quickly and watching him fall apart underneath you. 

It didn’t take long; a few more pumps and your other hand playing with his sack, and his hands were back to gripping the couch cushions, near to ripping the fabric as his eyes screwed shut. “I’m close,” he managed to pant, mouth hanging open as his head tipped back. “Jesus, please can I come, sweetheart, please.” 

The way he begged for you, so close to the edge but needing your permission to finally tip over it, it had you clenching with want as you captured your lower lip between your teeth. “Come for me, pretty boy. Make a fuckin’ mess.” 

With one last groan that ended in a whine, jaw slack and brows pinched, ropes of cum painted the lower half of his band shirt, his body following your orders of making a mess as each spurt didn’t wane in amount. You slowed down your movements, waiting until the last flex of his stomach, giving one last small tug to make him whine with overstimulation. 

You pulled yourself to stand, coaxing his ruined shirt off him and bending at the waist to clean him up whilst he got his bearings back. You knew he’d come back to his senses when he gave you a lopsided grin, arms outstretched as he sighed in content. 

You folded up the fabric until you were sure it was all contained, making quick work of throwing it into the laundry basket in the utility closet before coming back to be pulled into his arms. Having his lips press earnest kisses to the crown of your head as you rested it on his chest, listening to his pounding heart starting its descent into slowing down. 

“Better?” you smirked, tilting your head up to look at him, pleased to find a blissed out expression smoothing out his features. 

“Babe, I think I saw God for a second there,” he chuckled, fingertips beginning to trace idle markings onto your shoulder. “Gimme a sec and I’ll return the favour, yeah?”

You grinned, pulling him down for an eager kiss, your tongue playfully flicking against his lip and making him groan. If the way he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap was anything to go by, ‘a second’ was literal. And the fact that you both didn’t seem bothered about moving things to his bedroom, it was only a matter of time before he was on his knees and having you spread on the couch, screaming so loud the neighbours would hear and returning the favour tenfold. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you smut #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader #cw: smut #late night drabbles

[milks-thoughts]

recently found She-Wolf by Shakira 👁️👁️

YKNOW WHAT I GOTTA DO GUYS, reader is still gender neutral despite the name (Istg if you take me using mate and make it weird I WILL COME FOR YOUR ORGANS)

summary: Rise boys with a wolf yokai reader (reader uses a cloaking broach)

TW: violence in Donnies part nothing too bad

SOS she’s in disguise

🌕 None of the boys knew, they all were in the dark

🌕 The reason you kept it hidden is because on full moons, you tend to lose your sense of self

🌕 you could speak, but it was just…creepy

🌕 Donnie was closest to figuring out, followed by Leo, Mikey, Raph

🌕 You were fighting with them when you looked up and saw the full moon

🌕 is was so…brilliant. Your cloaking broach fell off your wrist and you were shown in all you greatness

🌕 only, your soft eyes were replaced with hard ones (think like when 2012 TMNT gets serious, how they go all white)

Raph

He stepped back, hiding his brothers behind his large frame. His S/O lied to him, and it hurt but that wasn’t the main focus. You were a wolf yokai, your form was as tall as he was. His tail thumped on the floor behind him as he got ready to fight, he watched as you turned and sniffed the air “ pack..? “ came your voice, it was distorted and small. Your tail slumped on the floor as you walked, pushing past Raph, who was very confused. And focusing on Mikey your pawed hands started checking him over for injuries, licking of any access dirt. Once you decided Mikey was okay you moved onto both the twins, growling once you came to Donnie’s battleshell, they all gripped their weapons before Donnie paused and walked a bit away from you and purposefully skinned his arm on the wall. Your ears lifted and you came bounding over, corralling him back to his twin before starting to clean licking the wound (which was disgusting, like ew stop). Leo watched in horror as Donnie took off his battleshell. You growled at the metal before you sniffed at his shell, poking at prodding with your soft hands, like you had a piece of you left, you were careful with his shell. Once you deemed everyone well you spun around and hunkered down next to Raph, your boyfriend (your mate). He pet your head and you preened under his touch

Leon

OKAY SO what’s one thing Leo expected from his partner? weird obsession? yeah, that’s normal. animal skeletons? weird…but okay. dating him because you liked he was a turtle? yeah, that’s happened before. that was weird. his partner being a werewolf? yeah pro- WAIT WHAT-??? He stared at your hunkering form, you were as big as Raph so it was definitely intimidating. He was the second youngest, the almost baby. his older twin shifted to stand in front of him as you stared at them “ heyyyy…? you good? “ he asked from behind Donnie, who was behind Raph. You stared through them basically and started walking towards the group, shuffling through the older two eventually finding Leo you even pushed past him and looked at Mikey, he had a bloody forehead that was causing his mask to look more like Raphs. You whimpered and started to lean the wound, you were semi-concerned about the rest of the pack but this was the pup of the pack, he was so small and young. now that didn’t make him weak but he’s definitely a pup. you whimpered and worried about him. Donnie hummed as you forced Mikey to lay down and you laid on him. Leo smiled and plopped onto you, you looked up and pressed your nose against him, your mate (boyfriend) recoiled from the touch before leaning down and clonking your foreheads together gently.

Donnie

It was terrifying, you glared at the foot recruits and attacked, blood coating your jaws and dripping from you face wounds. There were some that died fast, either their neck being broken, their body being torn in two, or their throat simply being ripped out. But one of them, one of them was torn apart limb by limb. Donnie remembers them, they were the one that tore apart his battleshell. Once you were done mutilating the poor recruit you turned and hesitatingly walked foreword, seeing if Raph would chase you off. Since he was the oldest, he was the alpha (contrary to popular belief, the alpha is the oldest pair in the pack. Or in this case, oldest one) seeing as he didn’t you approached Donnie, sniffing and poking at him before growling at his battleshell. It was foreign, it wasn’t natural. Leo readied for a fight as you lifted a claw and carefully touched the battleshell, your claw indenting it a bit. You recoiled and looked at Donnie to make sure he was okay. Donnie was hesitant before opening his battleshell and dropping it to the ground, it slammed and hissed. You looked at the bruised part of his shell and carefully started licking it. He pulled away from you and glared, you scrunched back and whimpered. Your face apologetic, Donnie caved in and sat down letting you lick it and try to make it better. It wasn’t too bad in fact he liked the pressure it was just unexpected and it scared him. You huffed in a weird annoyance as your mates back wouldn’t clean. frustrating.

Mikey

You left as soon as you transformed, your figured could be seen jumping away. Everyone hesitated “ we should go after them! “ Mikey glared at Raph, “ they can handle themselves. “ Mikey huffed to his older brothers, who simply looked away “ yeah but hermano- what if they hurt someone? “ Leo added before getting bomped on the head by Raph. “ They’re on 4th street if we do want to go after them “ Mikey looked at his purple clad brother “ you put a tracker on them?! “ he screeched with anger before quickly turning “ fine. let’s go after them “ they all nodded and started following the directions Donnie was dishing out. Eventually finding you plopped down on a roof, staring up at the moon, whimpering. Mikey was the first to approach you, a growl ripped from your throat before you could stop it, you ears fell and you looked away quickly. Shame eating away at your stomach for growling at your mate. He placed a hand on your shoulder before pushing you slightly, causing your tail to wag before you chased him around the rooftop and his brothers. At some point Leo joined in and left a very anxious Raph and a uncaring Donnie. Mikey tumbled over you causing you two to just lay there in comfort as Leo carefully joined on laying down. Raph taking his spot watching over his brothers as Donnie laid down next to Leo. It was comfortable. Eventually everyone fell asleep, which ended in you guys almost getting spotted. And getting scolded by Splints.

#rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x you #fluff #rottmnt raph #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #yes. Leo is the younger twin #stan younger twin Leo

[ew-headyhearts]

OHMIGODFINALLYMOREEDDSWORLDCONTENTIVEBEENSTARVEDFORSOLONG

Request from ur local Tom simp, I was so happy when u mentioned Tom and the fact he’s a bassist in a nsfw post

istg please, imagine him just practicing with Susan and his S/O randomly just spaced out onto his hands (I’m a strong believer that this fucker wears rings, I’ll fistfight you on it) and he’d notice and be a total jerk abt it, lovingly of course-

ALSO BONUS FOR THE NASTY HORNY SHIT, PLEASE IM SUCH A SIMP-

Anon… do you have any idea what you’ve done? This right here, this is my SHIT!! HIT ME RIGHT IN THE DAMN KINK. This took me way too long to write but I hope it was worth the wait. The ending is abrupt I know. I got carried away a little bit and it became more than what was requested. I might just be willing to make this a two parter... Perhaps.

Obligatory, under the cut for more. Do not read if sexual situations make you uncomfortable.

Rock Me to Sleep (Part 1)

TW: N$FW, Hand kink, mentioning of wanting to be choked, bassists reign supreme

It was late at night and the sun had long since gone down. The clock read somewhere after two o'clock in the morning. Granted, it was a bit hard to tell as you’re fighting off sleep. Blearily trying to blink away the tiredness in your eyes. There was no use trying to get sleep at this point. Even if you wanted to sleep, the house was filled with the low humming of a bass.

Your roommate, Thomas, seemed far too busy to care about your plight. In fact, more often than not, he did his best writing late at night. Or maybe he just enjoyed being a nuisance. How the other two seemed to sleep so easily when Tom was doing his nightly jam sessions, you haven’t a clue. Perhaps they’d grown so used to it over time.

Maybe you should consider taking Matt’s offer from the other night. Ear plugs would make sleeping far easier. Although, noise canceling headphones would prove extra useful.

You ponder on your decision for a while. So long in fact that you slowly begin to drift off to sleep. Just as your eyes flutter shut once more, sleep so close to sinking into every fiber of your being, you’re ripped from it so suddenly. The jarring rift Tom had started seemed to force you unceremoniously from the beginnings of a dream. Even Edd seemed furious about this. He could be heard from his own room yelling at Tom to stop for the night.

The peace that followed was brief, but still joyous. Though, it seemed Tom was only content with playing some lower cords. Was it fortunate for the others? Yes. For you however… The shared wall between both of your rooms did little to muffle the noise.

Maybe it was because you were cranky or maybe it was just the dreariness of your sleep deprived state, but you got up from bed. The moment from between you leaving the sanctity of your bedroom to the point where you were at Tom’s door was nearly nonexistent. Judging by that fact, it’s safe to say you are in some desperate need for sleep.

Tom doesn’t even bother to meet your gaze. He seemed far too caught up in playing to even notice the way your weary body held itself up by the doorframe. His face seemed clenched in concentration, eyes squeezed shut as he let his fingers drift along the fret. While his fingers danced across the strings, his other hand rested comfortably against the body. It seemed to smack lightly at the bass to some imaginary beat he was making up in his head.

You don’t even realize just how long you’re staring at this point. The tired ache of your muscles had long since been forgotten. Instead it was replaced by a new ache that settled deep inside the pit of your stomach. With a deep breath that you had been holding, you step over to the side of his bed. Had you really been breathing that shallowly this entire time?

His eyes slowly open now, finally acknowledging your presence. Though, it didn’t seem to be that bothered by it. Much to your disappointment, his fingers freeze along the fretboard. He raises a brow at you. It was a silent question, one that he’d hope he wouldn’t have to voice. You’d already interrupted his flow, and speaking would bring him further out of the headspace.

“Don’t let me stop you,” you speak, before letting your body fall down onto the opposite side of the bed. Your knees hang haphazardly over the side of the bed while you stretch out across your back.

Maybe it was just your tiredness that wanted him to keep on playing. After all, the current melody he had going was smooth and deep. One that rattled the room slightly and settled deep into your chest. At least, that's what you can tell yourself while you watch him settle back into a rhythm.

Tom didn’t seem to question you further. In fact, he seemed all too content to have a live audience to the current jam session he was having. The way his hands stretched out to each cord was almost hypnotizing. Calluses strummed at smooth metal to produce the sweet melody that filled the room. It seemed his hands had committed the cord to memory and flowed as fluidly as water.

Though, you catch your eyes lingering for far too long on his digits. You could see the way each tendon flexed with the stretch of his fingers along the fret. Or maybe, it was the way the veins seemed to pop with his current hand placement that sent a warmth into your core. Whatever the reason for your current euphoric state, there wasn’t any denying the way you ogled his ringed fingers.

Tom didn’t seem as bothered by your ogling. A smug smirk was plastered across his face and his void-like eyes were turned to look down at you. “You know… you could take a closer look,” His head tilts downwards slightly, nudging towards the guitar in his lap. It was another invitation, beckoning you to come closer and touch him. An offer you would have been foolish to refuse.

Now you really couldn’t disguise your presence as just out of tiredness. He’d fully caught you staring at his powerful hands. But, as you settled right up against him, there didn’t seem to be any judgment in his gaze. The way his muscles seemed to relax as your own fingers brush against his bare arm gave cadence to his relaxed state.

From this distance you could smell the cologne. A clean and crisp scent, dominated by sage and bergamot that tapered into a woodsy musk. Rustic, yet incredibly intoxicating.

The two of you stay like this for a while. You, with one arm tucked into his side and the other splayed out across his forearm, and Tom with his guitar tucked in his crossed lap. You could feel each movement of his muscles under his dark skin. Tom was thankful he’d long since discarded his typical blue hoodie for a gray tank top as he enjoyed the contact between you too.

Maybe he was showing off a bit. His fingers curled ever so slightly against each string as he plucked them. You could notice the faint outline of his tendons stretching against the skin each time he stretched out a digit across the fretboard. The satisfied grin on his face made it obvious, he was definitely showing off.

It seems you don’t even notice the way your hands have started playing their exploration game. One finger moves down his forearm slowly, tracing a vein down to the center of his wrist that rested against the body of the bass.

A part of you worried this position would make his playing awkward, but Tom didn’t seem to care all that much. If anything, the soft furrow of his brows gave the hint to the exact opposite. His forked tongue darted out for a split second, both sides moving along his bottom lip slowly. It seemed he was barely containing his own elicit excitement about this whole scenario.

“Pervert,” Tom chastises you, despite the way his own body seemed to react so sweetly to each touch of your skin against his own, “You’re really easy to entertain, huh?”

“Does it really bother you?” You question him in return. Though, he seemed all too quick to protest the second your body started to pull itself from his side.

“I never said that.” His hands pull away from the base of the guitar for a split second, wrapping around your waist to pull you back into him. This time your knees brushed together, and sides pressed tightly against one another. You settle your head against his shoulder, letting your hair tickle against his stubble.

“You really seem to enjoy this,” Tom noted. His gaze flitted back and forth between you and the way his fingers continued to strum. “If I’d have known you were this easy to work up, I’d have tried this a long time ago.”

You don’t even seem to register his words, too transfixed on the way his hands gripped at the neck and squeezed. He gave a knowing smirk the second he noticed the absolute dazed look you were giving him. Maybe, if you played your cards right, he’d let those hands wander around your throat. Just imagining the way the cold metal of his rings would leave little divots in your skin if he squeezed just right was enough to work you up even further.

It seemed that Tom was happy to go on like this for a while. There was only one reason he’d continued strumming a low tune, with the express purpose of working you up further. He took note of the way your breath would quicken with every little movement. It really seemed like he had you right where he wanted you. Did you want him as much as he wanted you?

The way your hands began to wander a bit further down his forearm and traced into the palm of his hand was enough to draw his attention again. Even as he tilted his head back up to meet your gaze, he continued strumming.

He was confident in his own abilities. Your hand wandering into his own didn’t prove to be any hindrance. If anything, it emboldened him to really put on a show.

“Something on your mind, baby,” Tom asked. Though it seemed less so a question, and more like an implication to your current state. The way his empty eyes fell half-lidded showed his intentions. He really was teasing you and that smug smirk wasn’t going away anytime soon.

He was entirely willing to push you even further, just to see how long it’d take for you to break. A deliciously tortuous game of hot-and-cold. Just to see who’d crack under the pressure first and give in to their desire. Tom was very confident in where he stood in this little game. You, however? Your resolve was quickly crumbling. You found yourself wanting to push just a bit further. To really explore this new desire further.

“Could I uh…” The words died in your throat as your throat was suddenly dry. Your intentions were by no means innocent and the mere thought of acting on such impulses was making your heart race. Tom arches a brow. A silent question urging you to continue. A beat passes before you do so. “Would you let me try something?”

The rift he was working on stopped suddenly. The sound was almost akin to a groan that trailed off into silence. Tom let his bass rest in his lap as he turned his full attention to you. He was intrigued by such a vague request, but his curiosity urged him to give you a nod of approval.

“What did you have in mind?” His tone was light yet impish. Tom had an idea of what you want but he’d rather play dumb. It made the buildup even sweeter when you fully shed your inhibitions and gave in to him. The excitement was overwhelming as his own mind wandered to what you might have in store.

#n$fw #sw tom #ew headyhearts #ew-headyhearts #Squid went a bit overboard #tom x reader #ew tom x reader

[disgustingtoast]

pretty please? [e. munson]

A/N: if I have to post this pos one more time istg lmao

summary: your boyfriend is stubborn and you're annoying enough to convince him to do anything

wc: 1k (kinda short but whatevs)

warnings: it gets steamy? I guess? literally a smidge of a crumb of sexual tension. that's it. some swearing and probably a couple grammar errors I missed.

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It’s moments like this that you realize despite his open-mindedness and charm, your boyfriend still has a mindset that is painfully male. You feel your right eyelid twitch in irritation as you stare at Eddie who’s found refuge on the other side of his mattress. Standing opposite to him, your stance is almost predatory and you swear a flicker of muted fear flits across his face.

He raises his hands in an effort to placate the mounting tension in the air. “Now hold on sweetheart.” Your fingers tighten around the object in your hand so hard that your knuckles pull taut against the bone beneath and Eddie’s eyes dart to them before his Adam's apple bobs.

“Just once Eddie.” One menacing step forward from you has Eddie stepping back a bit despite the bed between you. “That’s all I’m asking.”

His dark curls swing wildly from side to side as he shakes his vehemently. “Never.”

“It’s not like anyone else is going to see you beside me! Plus plenty of the bands you listen to do it! I thought you worshipped Black Sabbath.”

He points an accusatory finger at you. “Don’t bring Ozzy into this.”

You don’t acknowledge it but the way he’d been shifting to the right the entire time you'd been talking hadn't slipped by you. He now has a straight shot for the door directly behind you. All he has to do is get past you and he's home free. The next moment is silent but you don’t need words to convey the challenge flashing in your eyes. His gaze slides from yours to the door and then back again. After another second of tense eye contact, his shoulders stiffen minutely and his whole body veers to the side just barely. You’re already moving when he starts to bolt. He doesn’t make it far because as soon as he crosses into your side of the room you lunge for him. Your momentum sends you both tumbling backward into the mattress and Eddie releases a startled yelp as the air is knocked out of him.

You scramble to get the upper hand as Eddie’s shock wears off. He’s wriggling like mad and cursing like a sailor but you somehow manage to pin him down by placing each of your thighs on either side of his hips and squeezing. Your hands are wrapped around his wrists and holding them firmly above his head. Both of your chests are heaving and the boy beneath you’s cheeks are tinted pink and crumpled from the smirk curling his lips. A chain dangles from your neck, weighed down by one of Eddie’s rings and it brushes against the fabric of his shirt. For a moment the only thing you can focus on is how bright his eyes are shining and the mirth swimming in their irises. He glances down at your lips and you have to fight the urge to bite back a smile. The way the atmosphere of the room shifts is nearly suffocating and everything suddenly feels too hot. Teasingly you dip your head downward. His reaction is immediate, lifting his head to meet you in the middle but he never makes it. Instead, you deviate and press your lips to the apple of his cheek. Before he can complain you lean further and whisper against his ear. “Let me put eyeliner on you.”

A groan rips from his throat and his head is flopping backward, sending his hair in all directions. You bark out a laugh at the face he’s making. He starts to writhe again, aiming to buck you off, but there’s no vigor behind it. After struggling for a couple of seconds to no avail he goes limp and squints his eyes in disdain. “Why do you want me to wear eyeliner so badly?”

“You’ve been so adamant about not wearing it.”

His agitation is almost tangible. “That’s it?”

You never miss a chance to be utterly irritating so you pretend to ponder it for a moment. “I saw Mick Jagger with eyeliner once on MTV and he was totally hot.”

“Now I’m definitely not wearing it, you twerp!” He scowls and you roll your eyes.

You finally resort to your big guns. Good, old-fashioned, puppy dog eyes. “Please? Just once. I won’t bother you about it again.” This time it's Eddie who rolls his eyes, both of you knowing that's a load of shit.

Seeing that you were clearly not going to be giving up anytime soon Eddie sighs in resignation and huffs out a non-committal, “Fine.”

He watches as you release his hands and dance in triumph- at least as best you can while still being situated on his lap- and smiles in adoration. He’s still smiling when you press a messy kiss to his lips and it has your teeth bumping together but neither of you mind. With a shove against his shoulder, you have him falling backward again from where he’d been sitting up slightly and uncap the eyeliner you’d had in your hand for the past ten minutes. Not that Eddie knows what eyeliner is supposed to look like but the freshly sharpened tip of the pencil has him wondering if you’d been planning this. Your free hand not holding the makeup grips the sides of his face, squeezing his cheeks together and pursing his lips so you have an easier time maneuvering him. The unimpressed look he gives you makes you grin, “This won’t take long.”

You weren’t lying. He’d only been laying there for no less than five minutes but your boyfriend happened to be a wiry, easily bored doofus who couldn’t sit still so to him it felt like ages. After scolding him a couple of times for moving you’d given up and ended up manhandling his head into angles where you could smear the dark pigment around his eyes. The whole process ended up being a lot less romantic than the scenario you’d originally imagined but to say the whole thing was worth it was a severe understatement.

You sit back and admire your work. Eddie stares up at you with quirked eyebrows, eyes hemmed with onyx, and a somewhat vexed expression- one with no heat- and it has your stomach erupting in butterflies.

Woah.

“So? How do I look?"

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

[vinetae]

Try (M) - Chapter 4:

"Just you and me.."

Pairing: Taehyung x Jimin, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x reader

Genre: PURE FILTH. unfiltered, SMUT, SMUT AND YOU GUESS IT, MORE SMUT.

Warning: HOLY SHIT SO MANY uhhhh- Gay sex, (m.masturbation), cum swallowing, Dom!Jimin, Sub!Taehyung, Switch!Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex, Anal fingering, SLIGHT chocking, Breath play, Jimin jerks Taehyung off a bit, Blowjobs, DIRTY TALK, JIMIN IS SUCH A FUCKING DOM ISTG- this. is. pure. filth.. shower sex(? if you can even call it that), gay shit TO THE MAX. Jimin literally fucks Taehyung in the ass like-

A/n: Holy shit it's 3am here. Anywho- This is my first gay smut i've ever written. I know! I'm dragging this series out so much, I'M AWARE BUT I'VE GOT WRITER'S SMUT BLOCK A BIT CAUSE IT SOUNDS LIKE AN EXOSITORY ESSAY. I'm tired im sleeping now buhBYEEEE

As always, please enjoy this train wreak.

<- Previous Chapter

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Jimin's tight grasp on your wrist leaves you squirming in place.

"N..no sir-"

His dark chuckles erupt from his chest.

Shit.

You were in trouble..

“Once again” He bends down to meet your blown out iris. A smirk tugs the corner of his lips devilishly. “You’re being naughty. Should Daddy punish his baby for being so disobedient? Hmm?” He straights up, and begans to circle your dischanted form like a predator scoping out its prey.

“Maybe, I should make you watch while I fuck Taehyung-ie.” The thought of watching two men devour each other sends your sense over the edge. Everything is heightened. You felt like a fucking superhero with how sensitive you were. 

“Or maybe bring Jungkook back in here. Tie you up and watch me fuck the hell out of both of them. You’d like that,” His breath dances gently across the shell of your ear. A sound barely audible slips from your grasp, dissipating into the air.

“Wouldn’t you dirty,” With each word, you find yourself effortlessly being inched further back into the unknown.

“Dirty,”

“Girl.”

Your back hits the dewy marble walls of the shower, one hand coming up to wrap around your delicate throat.

“When I ask a question, baby,” His grip tightens, locking in place as your airway constrict like a boa. Not enough to ever hurt, just enough to make his power known. He lets go slightly, allowing you to give the answer he’s been patiently waiting for. You wantonly answer, still shocked by the amount of dominance radiating from this man you call your cute little boyfriend. 

“Y-yes please daddy, fuck him, please! I wanna watch so badly!” You’re practically on your knees. The shower having been cut off long ago.

So much for cleaning up. You thought. 

A dark chuckle rolls off his tongue, letting your body fully go, watching as it partly slides down the damp walls.

“Good. Now stand there like a good girl and watch.” His hot breath brushes your ear once again, threat even worse than before. 

“If I even see you trying to touch yourself again, I won’t let you cum for another month.” This time, your audible gasp is very recognized. He smirks, taking his time making his way over to Taehyung who’s still kneeling down, waiting for a command. 

“Well, you heard the woman, Taehyung-ie.” He nods standing, as Jimin grabs the belt part of his costume, pulling Taehyung over to lean against the countertop. The foggy sheet of white blocks Tae’s view of himself. 

He’s about to be fucked by a man.

And he’s turned on by it..

Jimin rips the rest of Taehyung’s costume forcefully down, throwing them God knows where. Reaching forward, Jimin gives the younger man a bit of mercy by moving his hand repeatedly on Taehyung’s pink tip, just for a little more lubrication. 

“You ready, baby?” Jimin’s soft words are all the encouragement Taehyung needs to nod back, letting him know that he’ll take almost anything Jimin throws his way. 

“Good boy.” His hand trails down Taehyung’s muscle crowded back, sliding his finger right down the crack of his ass, timidly toying with his rim. 

“F-fuck..” Taehyung curses, this new sensation bringing all kinds of questions to his mind. But, as soon as they had been put, they’re long forgotten when Jimin takes a little bit of his own pre-cum, dousing his middle finger before inserting it almost expertly-like in his ass. A gasp ghosts from Taehyung's body.

“F-fuck Jimin I-” He’s cut off the elder wrapping his hand around Taehyung’s cock, s ueezing the tip letting him know who’s still incharge here. 

“What was that?” Pressure increasing the longer Tae waits to answer. 

“F-fuck Daddy-” Taehyung’s knuckles turn white from the grip he has so tightly against you bathroom counter’s edge. 

“That’s what I thought.” He adds two more fingers, as taehyung silently cries out from the stretch. 

“F-fucking! Oh- Shit!” Jimin’s thrusts pick up pace once he feels like Tae’s adjusted to the new sensation. 

“G-girls are s-so l-l..LuckEY-” His moans fall upon deaf ears, before Jimin finally pulls all his digits out, leaving the young man gasping for air. His face, red and splotchy from the burning going on everywhere in his body. 

“Look at you.” Jimin coos, reaching over to grab a condom out of his costume’s back pocket, motioning you as well. 

“Be a good girl, now.” You nod, wasting no time in helping him slide the thin latex around his reddening cock, securing it smoothly before backing away to let the show continue. 

“Look at our Taehyung-ie. Think he was all high and mighty back there” Jimin’s hips slowly push against Taehyung’s as his face contorts to an expression you didn’t even know existed. 

“All those times you made fun of my small dick, huh? Not so small now, is it, big boy?” Jimin teases, his thrusts quickly speeding up as Taehyung has to brace himself against the countertop for support. A hard slap to his juicy ass, and skin clapping is all that fills the room. The constant squelching sounds make it sound so…

Dirty. 

“Hey hyung I forgot to ask if- WHAT THE FUCK-” Jungkook bursts in, immidiently regretting having walked in on such a scene, even though he’d been doing not the most holy motions either just a few hours ago. 

“S-sorry- I- Uh-” Before he can quickly turn and leave, Jimin’s deep growl sits him in place. 

“Stay.” He growls while his thrusts into Taehyung’s abused hole is all anyone is focused on. 

“Wish this was you, huh Kookie? Or, are you that much of a slut that you love watching your boyfriend getting absolutely obliterated?” You’d never see a side of Jimin likes this. Had this man taken viagra pills before coming here?!?

“N..no” Jungkook sheepishly replies, scared to do anything else in fear of his hyung’s wrath. Okay, maybe not wrath, but power? Abso-fucking-lutely. 

Taehyung wantonly moans against his own bicep, biting down on the reddened skin, hands turning blood-shot red from such force pounding into him. 

“You okay, baby? Come on, use your safe word” Jimin teases, two more painful-looking ass slaps are applied to Tae’s bottom. he whines, not sure if he likes this or despises it. To say the least, it was defiantly new. Jimin's thrust never once miss a single beat, bringing the poor boy over into a whole (heh) new dimension. Taehyung's forced to straighten up, back pressed against Jimin's controlled hip rolls. The shell of his ear, slightly nibbled on by the elder.

"Remember who's really in charge here, boy." He releases Tae's tight grip on his scalp, making him fling forward from such force.

“Get over here, Kook.” Jimin demands, the younger quickly makes his way over, before Jimin slows his motions, bringing Jungkook down on his knees infront of Taehyung’s throbbing cock. 

“Suck.” He picks up his original pace, the power of his thrusts make Taehyung’s cock forecefully dick down his lover. 

This wasn’t even Fifty shades of grey filthy. 

This was mother fucking shit filthy. If these were any other people, you’d all be disgusted by such filth. 

We’re all going to hell, anyways. 

Jungkook, on the floor being forced his lover’s cock down his throat, Taehyung painfully being the middle man, while Jimin fucks his ass like you’ve never seen someone fuck before. 

“D-daddy I- Please!” Taehyung practically screams, not being able to handle this much pleasure. 

“Do it. Cum in Jungkookie's mouth like the dirty little whore you are. What a bitch, not even being grateful for being fucked. Maybe I should just leave you here, hmm? You and your bratty mouth...God, your teasing.. I dreamed of this moment every single day.” Jimin tsks, seeming as if he isn’t even bothered by all of this. 

With every thrust, sending his words deeper into Taehyung's fucked out state.

"Waiting."

"Watching."

"Until I could teach you the lesson you so desperately begged for."

"Knowing when to shut the fuck up and take it like a man."

Holy shit, Taehyung's looking like a fucking tomato from Jimin's dirty talk. wait..

Has he fucked men before?!?!

“n-No! I- very grateful!! S-so greatfU- AHH” His last cries let everyone and their mothers (your poor neighbors) know that this Pornhub scene is finally over. Jimin allows Taehyung to lean his body against his own, knowing that he wouldn't be able to support himself for quite a while from now.

“Good, good boy. You did so well, Taehyung-ie. Such a good boy for me, hmm~” Tae’s panting overrides Jimin’s soft words of encouragement. He bends down, petting Jungkook’s head as well. 

“Swallow.” He immediately obeys, swallowing every last drop of his lover’s hot seed. His lips, swollen. Corners of his mouth tug into a slight curve.

Who knew Jungkook had a praise kink...

‘Good boy. Koo~” Jungkook leans into Jimin’s hand, loving the attention and softness he'd well deserved.

“You both did so well. Jungkookie, one last thing-” He stands up, waiting for command. 

“Take Tae back to the room to let him rest. Give him lots of water, too” Jungkook nods, helping Taehyung stand to walk out of the bathroom, leaving just you and Jimin’s (apparently still not exhausted) figure once again. 

“Hello, darling~” He coos, wrapping his limbs around your own shaking body. 

“W..what the- h..h..h.ow the fu-” 

“Shhhh~” He presses a finger to your mouth, shutting you up quickly. 

“This time,” He reaches over, still not letting your figure go while turning the shower knob on to let it heat up. 

“It’s just you and me~”

Next Chapter ->

Comments and requests always appriciated!

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[teakose]

A snippet of an Upcoming Yasuo Fic ft. a Fem!Vastaya Reader

It’s quiet; way too quiet.

Something’s off, you can feel it, but your hand quivers around the handle of your blade, unable to unsheath it. You hear your own heartbeat pound in your ears–a daunting reminder that you’re alone, at least, you hope you are.

The bush nearby rustles–the wind, you reason. A twig snaps in the distance–wildlife, you bargain with your crumbling resolve. Footsteps echo through the underbrush of the forest, growing closer before stopping before you.

By now, your eyes are shut tight, blade long abandoned at your side in favor of protecting your head with your arms.

“A Vastaya?” You hear the person mumble to themself before sighing in what seems to be relief. The sheathing of a blade reaches your ears. Slowly, you gingerly open your tear-rimmed eyes to take a look at the stranger.

He’s looking away, mumbling to himself while he combs a hand through his long, tousled hair. You take the chance to examine his figure. He bares a shoulder pad that seems like it would be more of a hindrance than a help, and his cloak is ripped, exposing his scared, yet admittedly toned midriff.

You force your gaze to his face, watching as he strokes his five-o’clock shadow between his thumb and forefinger with a pinched brow. There’s a scar across his nose, though it doesn’t make him any less attractive. You ponder on how he got it. A fight? An accident, maybe?

He meets your stare, offering a small grin while raising his hands in the air. “I won’t hurt you,” he starts quietly as if you’d run if he spoke any louder, “promise.” When you don’t flee, he slowly lowers one of his hands to point to himself, taking note of the way you tense, your eyes falling to his sheathed blade.

“I am Yasuo. I mean you no harm, truly.” Though his words seem genuine, you can’t seem to shake the wariness gnawing at your gut.

“Why are you here?” Your voice quivers, hand reaching down to the hilt of your blade. Only the clinking of steel clashing with steel is heard before you land pathetically on your back–vulnerable and unarmed. Your sword lands near Yasuo’s feet with a dramatic thud.

Silence stretches over the two of you. It’s a tense silence; one that leaves your mouth dry despite your constant swallowing. It’s only when Yasuo sheathes his sword do you allow yourself to breathe again.

istg tumblr messing up my formatting is getting on my nerves.

#league of legends—✧ #league of legends #league of legends x reader #yasuo league of legends #yasuo #yasuo x reader

[toastyliltoasts]

Loaves (Laff x Reader)

You unlock the door of your bakery like its muscle memory .. Honestly , At this point it might be .. You move on to hang your faded sweater on the coat hanger and sigh fondly as you look around ..

Another day at work ..

It wasnt that you hated your job .. Infact , Its quite the opposite .. You loved your job unlike any person you knew .. You've had a dream to open up your own bakery since you were little and with a little bit of help and a lot of hard work , you were able to do it .. You decorated your little business to have a home-y feel and infact , It might be even a second home to you .. You smile while looking around ..

Right , Those buns arent going to make themselves *A/N : Istg please dont take that out of context T-T*

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You hum a tune softly to yourself as you refill the trays with freshly baked bread .. The familiar smell invade your nostrils like it does in those corny cartoons .. You ears suddenly perk up as you hear the small bell ring , indicating you have customers .. You stretch your head to see a quite peculiar group of people enter your shop ..

You see a brunnete wearing a space costume .. A dirty-blonde haired man wearing a hoodie with cute bear ears .. And one last brunnete with a gas mask and white coat , who looks strangely familiar .. You quickly dust yourself off with a clean peice of cloth and go out to greet them ..

"Hi , Welcome to [Insert whatever you want to call your bakery cuz the author is lazy :3] .. What can I get you" You greet with a smile on your face .. The group smiles back at you ..

"Thanks .. Uh , We're not exactly sure yet" The 'space man' looks around at his friends for confirmation .. "Yeah , We're kinda new to the neighborhood .. Got any suggestions ?" The one wearing a bear onsie asks with a polite smile .. "In that case I recommend [Again, Just whatever you want] .. You'll either like it or love it" You say a bit dramatically .. "Sure , We'll take your word for it .. Can we get uhh- 3 of that ?" The space man replies .. "Of course .. That'll be right up" You say as you rush off to get them their order ..

A few moments , which were filled with soft talking in the background , you return to them with their order .. "Here you go .. Three [Da food name]" You say handing the food to them and almost reciting the order as a force of habit .. You look up to see the blonde nudging the gas mask man , while the other brunnete watches with a smug smile , and he clears his throat .. "Thank you uuh .. This might sound weird but- Uh would you want to join us for a little while" He says in a rough voice , which is unmistakably in a british accent , stumbling over his own words multiple times .. You decide to end his misery and laugh/giggle/chuckle and answer with a warm "Of course .. I dont see why not" ..

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You spend an hour or more talking with the group .. The one who invited you being Laff , The brunnete being Socks , The blonde being Blaza .. You learn in time that the three of them are unremarkably funny .. But theres a specific person that caught your eye , Laff .. His gas mask being slightly intimidating at first but what it covers is a gentlemen .. Youre curious to know why he wears a gas mask but you decide that it may come off as rude so you didnt really mind .. Yet you found your attention being drifted of to the said male more than whats considered normal ..

After a while , the talk between the 4 of you , dies down into a comfortable silence .. Abruptly , Blaza and Socks stand up and place some money on the table along with a rushed "OH look at the time .. We have to get going .. Uuh see you (Y/N) .. BYE" .. You stare at their chairs confused while Laff just looks flabbergasted *A/N : YES PUN INTENDED LES GOOO* He clears his throat .. "Backstabbers" He mumbles .. "What was that ?" You ask ripping your eyes away from the chairs .. "Nothing really .. Umm do you- Would you want to walk around town a bit after you close up shop ?" He asks sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck .. You smile .. "Sure"

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You double-lock your bakery as a habit and check it just in case .. I mean , Better safe than sorry .. "You ready to go ?" Laff asks with a smile (which is barely visible due to the mask) "Yea" You reply and turn around before flashing a small smile ..

~ Le small time skip since Im too bored ~

"Well .. Here's my stop" You say looking at your house .. "Right .. I better get going .. Uh see you tomorrow ?" Laff asks .. "Definitely" You say with a small glint in your eyes , feeling quite excited to see him tomorrow .. He takes your hand in his (after asking for permission of course) and , like the scenes you've seen in a movie , he slowly raises your interlocked hand to his face and places a light kiss on top .. You blush like mad .. "Uh see y- you tomorrow" You say hurriedly after giving him a flustered smile ..

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Teehee

#Laff #Laff x Reader #Reader #Yall simps #Reader inserted #Socksfor1 #Uuuuh #Foolish crew #Socksfor1 crew #Blazaplays #Blaza #My beloved dutch man <3 #Or brudda lmao #lmao

[dawndelion-winery]

more hcs for you bc as annoying as i am i loved the doodle sm 🫶🫶🫶 this time it's kaiser and childe FIGHTING over you BC I LOVE REVERSE HAREM 🤪🤪🤪

— you're definitely losing sleep over this

— like you're not dumb and it's not like they try to hide their obvious disdain for the other being in a five mile radius of you

— childe is clingy asf. random grocery run? he's with you. visiting friends? great let him come along, he'd love to meet em!

— and when you finally agreed to take him with you to meet a couple friends... it was the beginning of it all

— kaiser and him met that day and istg he was about to rip this guy's mullet off his head

— the cocky mf kept flirting with you out loud and even gave him a SIDE-EYE while doing it

— excuse me is that his disgusting asf tattooed arm ROUND YOUR WAIST??

— oh now he's getting bold... with the way he whispers smth in your ear and your eyes widen before you immediately smack the back of his head for it

— it was NOTHING pg

— obviously it's kaiser so you just roll your eyes and let him spew whatever but childe is seething

— and that's where it started

— passive aggressive comments from kaiser and full on challenges to exchange punches from childe became a normalcy

— ykw at first kaiser thought that childe was just a dumb brawn for brains

— but he was more physically apt than him come on. while kaiser had a way with words, childe had a particular way with body language and physicality. and he knew how to use it

— he lifted you up with relative ease, and kaiser once saw him deliberately pressing his chest into your back as he helped you to reach for smth

— let's just say his knuckles turned white with how tightly he clenched his fists

— see both of them are not patient dudes. one's gonna spill the beans sooner or later and it'll be hard to tell who

— so take your pick 💅💅💅

Both. I can take them not in a fight

They're so silly sometimes, with their goofy lil mood swings y'know? They're actually the greenest of flags, trust me. Source: me

#<<archived>> #winery guests: liliandil

[watercolorfreckles]

I posted 192 times in 2022

That's 138 more posts than 2021!

111 posts created (58%)

81 posts reblogged (42%)

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I tagged 169 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

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Longest Tag: 105 characters

#earning any amount of money for my writing will just make me feel like a tiny piece of a professional lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

can you PLEASEEEE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD WRITE A PART 4 OF GLASS HAVAN BECAUSE IM LIVING FOR IT AND I NEED MORE

No rush tho, and have a good night/day

(by the way your writing is just so breathtaking ISTG MY STOMACH GOES HEIEDBUSKA EVERYTIME )

Glass Haven - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The blindfold rested heavy over Civilian's eyes. She was achingly conscious of its every edge and curve; of the gentle friction whenever the fabric shifted against her skin. The feeling of being trapped squeezed against her lungs.

She'd never been one to fear tight spaces, but she couldn't see. Her world being snuffed into darkness felt a bit like suffocating.

Her fingers flexed at her sides against the car's seat, twitching with restless energy. She itched to rip the thin fabric away from her face just so her world felt a little less like it was caving in to smother her.

What would Villain do if she did?

Would he hit her? Make a sly remark? A flirty joke? A threat?

The mechanical hum of the car buzzed in her ears, followed by the occasional swipe of the windshield wipers against the onslaught of thrumming rain. She couldn't tell anymore which direction they were going; At every turn, she wondered whether they were just looping around and around to disorient her.

He could be leading her to her death and she'd be allowing it. If he intended to kill her, she'd practically placed the gun into his hand.

"Relax, kitten." Villain's voice startled her out of her internal spiraling. He sounded amused, like he was biting back a smile. "We're almost there."

Civilian released a shuddering breath. This was too much. "Villain..."

She flinched slightly as Villain's arm wrapped warm and solid around her waist.

"Shhh," he crooned as if soothing a small child. "You're okay. You're doing beautifully."

Civilian closed her eyes. At least that way, the imposing darkness felt like her own choice.

She let her focus narrow again to Villain's delicate hand warming her side. His thumb traced idle circles against her shirt and she felt heat creep up her cheeks.

Within a few minutes, the car stopped.

Civilian's hands flew to the blindfold out of impulse, ready to yank it away.

Villain caught her wrists, squeezing gently. "Ah, ah, kitten. Not quite yet."

She bit her lip, hoping he couldn't feel the slight tremor in her hands. "But I-"

"Wait until we get inside and into a guest room, I'll take it off myself." Despite everything, his voice was reassuring.

Villain released her wrists and tapped her nose. Playful as it was, it felt like a warning. "Hands down, kitten."

Swallowing, Civilian let her hands lower to her sides again. Villain unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, circling around to open her door. Gently, he pulled her to her feet beside him and gave her his arm to hold onto.

Her arm closed around his. Lean muscle under a soft polyester sleeve, bunched up to his elbow. The rain had stopped, save for the occasional drop splashing against her forehead.

"I'll lead your way. Walk with me," Villain said, starting forward.

Civilian followed with fumbling steps. He steadied her, leading her at a manageable pace through what she could only assume were long, twisting corridors. Occasionally, he paused to presumably unlock a sliding door with a handprint scanner or a code. She could hear the beeping and whirring mechanics of the doors opening one by one.

If he really did mean her harm, she feared with a stabbing jolt to her insides that she'd never be able to escape the labyrinth of branching halls and winding paths, freedom inaccessible behind stacks of locked doors.

Eventually, Villain eased her to a stop again, this time the door clicking shut behind them. Civilian let go of Villain and he stepped behind her, deft fingers undoing the knot of the blindfold.

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390 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

#4

Pretty Please

Medic's hands smoothed warm and gentle over Villain's skin as she worked. Despite the tension in her voice, her fingers flitted around, gliding over his chest with expert precision. Her touch was light as a butterfly's flutter.

"What were you thinking?!" she demanded, throwing away the soiled gauze she'd used to slow the bleeding.

She tore off her gloves, sticky and red with blood, and discarded them in the trash.

"You could have easily been killed, did you even consider that?!" Medic returned to Villain's side to dress the wound.

She felt Villain's gaze white-hot against her face, every bit as intense as his power over light. She'd seen him scorch walls and melt metal with the blazing shafts of light he could narrow into lasers from his bare palms.

The sense of his eyes on her seemed even more extreme than that.

As Medic reached to secure his bandage, Villain caught her wrist.

Her gaze snapped to him, incredulous. "What? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

Villain's teasing smile swept her mouth dry. He tugged her a step closer and her breath caught as he looked her up and down.

He licked his lips. "You were worried."

Medic reminded herself to take a breath. She choked out a laugh that was supposed to be more of a scoff.

"Of course I was, there's no job security in a dead boss."

Villain laughed and it tapered into a sharp cough. It seemed to crackle in his chest as if his lungs were full of broken glass.

Medic tried to step away to reach for some medicine, but Villain pulled her back to him. Her heart dipped. He was studying her.

Was he angry at her for shouting? It could hardly be helped when he chose to behave in ways that could get him killed!

Villain reached up with his free hand, tucking a stray strand of her hair that had fallen from her hastily thrown back ponytail behind her ear. She suppressed a shiver at the contact.

"You sound cute when you lecture me," he murmured. "Do it again."

Medic blinked. Stared. Might have even gaped a bit. Blood still rushed to her cheeks, blazing under her skin.

That seemed to amuse Villain further based on the way his smile widened into a grin. He seemed awfully sharp in spite of all the pain killers pumping through his veins. Most people would be delirious by now.

Or...maybe that was the only reason he was acting this way. Surely he wouldn't flirt with her. Maybe Righthand, or Henchman. But not her. She was just the medic.

Medic snatched her hand away. "This is serious," she said sternly, her voice hitching just slightly. "You should have never taken on Supervillain on your own. You could have died. You still could!"

"Nah. I knew you could fix me, dearest healer of mine." Villain watched her as she finished taping his bandages.

"I'm a medic, Villain, not a necromancer. If you die....."

That time her voice splintered properly and she turned away from him, taking a steadying breath.

The silence was terse, but she welcomed it.

Shoving supplies back into their proper compartments and cases, she stacked them back on the shelf and turned back around.

"Why would you be so- so reckless?"

Villain's lips twitched into an easy grin again. "Maybe I just like the excuse to come see you."

"That's not funny."

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393 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

Medusa

The stone walls creaked, breeze billowing through the empty halls of the abandoned castle.

Villain had a way of listening to the stone's whispers, understanding its every shift and crack.

Someone was inside.

She found him kneeling in the throne room overgrown by ivy and moss. Paying respect to the statues of the fallen king and queen.

Villain stepped up behind him, the cobblestone clicking beneath her heels.

Hero inhaled sharply, spine straightening.

"Don't turn around," Villain said, "Don't look. If you look, I will kill you."

The warning fell from her lips on automatic. So often repeated, it felt engraved on her tongue.

It was the only mercy she offered, and the only one allowed to her.

And it tired her.

She glanced around, wondering how many more statues could fit in the courtyard.

Hero swallowed, hands resting in his lap. "I do not come to harm you."

"How liberating it must be to have a choice in the matter," Villain said, stepping closer.

She knelt down behind him, white skirts pooling around her feet.

She leaned close to his ear. "If you try to use me, you will not survive. You are not the first to try, and you will not be the last. You humans think that being flesh and blood makes you invincible; different, in your passion, from the last crumbling mortal. You're not. You all fall to stone. If you wish to live..." She reached out to trace the curve of his brow. "Leave."

"You are lonely," Hero said softly. A stream of sunlight caught his hair, igniting it golden.

"Yes," Villain admitted. What did it matter? No use in keeping secrets from the dead.

A single glance at her face, and she would be alone again. Ruler of a hollow, soulless castle.

Villain watched Hero's line of sight shift toward another statue across the room, one of many turning the court into a graveyard.

They called her Medusa, after the mythic villain of old tales. To lock eyes with Medusa was to turn to stone.

Many sought to capture Villain's image, whether through enchanted mirrors magicked to steal her reflection, or foolish attempts at painting her likeness. They lusted to wield her likeness as a weapon. To spread it across enemy lines in a massacre of crumbling stone; to tuck a portrait into a lover's letter to kill them with a glance.

"That is why I am here," Hero said. "I imagine it has been a long time indeed since you've had any sincere company."

"You are sealing your own fate," Villain said. "Just as the others have. They always look. They can't help themselves. There is a draw to my eyes, in mere moments you won't be able to resist."

A small smile curled the hero's blushy lips. "I am not afraid."

"Then you are a fool," Villain said, standing up and turning away.

A hand caught her wrist. Fingers warm and gentle against her skin.

Her breath caught.

"Look at me," Hero said softly.

Villain stood statue still. "Do you wish to die?"

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413 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

The Villain's Reporter

Villain lives in an apartment complex, and their neighbor, whom they have a crush on, is a struggling reporter. One night, the villain in their civilian identity and the reporter are just having a normal talk when civilian mentions the big news coverage on the latest fight between the cities hero and villains, saying they're envious of all the reporters who get to interview hero, because they get all the press coverage. Villain casually asks what about villain, and the reporter says not to be silly, villain won't talk to any reporters. Villain asks "yeah, but say you could get a statement or two from them?" Civilian says they'd be front page news. Well... what a coincidence when they suddenly seem to run into villain in an ally...

Prompt by @creweemmaeec11 from a prompt thread by @booberryfun :)

"You shouldn't wander the streets at night, dearest."

Civilian let out a startled yelp, whirling around with a panicked jolt to her insides. Before her, Villain was leaning against the brick alley wall. Propped up, casual yet sharp, like a weapon in a museum; tucked behind glass with some flimsy premise of safety, but with the ever-present promise of violence.

Civilian blinked. She floundered and took a useless step back. "Oh gods, um... If-If you've done something or like...like murdered a guy back there, I didn't see, I witnessed nothing so...I'm just gonna..."

She took several more steps backward, then swiveled to exit to the sidewalk.

"You're a reporter."

Civilian froze. Turned back around slowly. She glanced down at the camera around her neck and the notepad in her hand. A bitter-cold breeze tugged her hair loose of its braid and she reached up to brush the rogue strands back, her fingers grazing the pen tucked behind her ear instead.

A slight heat spread across her cheeks. "What gives you that impression?" She tried to keep her voice light. Could she be blamed if it wobbled a bit?

An intoxicating smile lit Villain's face. Something about it felt familiar, yet foreign all the same. The uncanny valley of something just similar enough.

He pushed off of the wall, straightening as he took a few steps closer. Civilian's feet remained rooted to the damp asphalt.

"Are you looking for trouble?"

Civilian clutched the notebook in her hand for something solid. "More like a story. They do often go hand in hand, though, at least in my case..."

"The only story you'll catch wandering around city alleyways at night will be your own obituary, love," Villain purred.

She considered the villain with bated breath. Shadows swirled around him like a billowing cloak, unnatural and beautiful and easily capable of snuffing out the distant hazy-dim light of the faraway street lamps.

Those same shadows formed a mask that concealed half of his face.

"I was looking into something," she explained, thumbing the cover of her notepad absently. "I, um... I need something big by Tuesday or I'm going to get fired."

Villain sighed theatrically, stepping closer yet. That time, Civilian stepped away, her back meeting the wall.

"If I give you a statement, will you stop wandering the streets at midnight like someone with a death wish?"

Civilian's eyes widened, swaying forward on her feet a half-step closer. ".......You would do that?"

Villain's smile grew more teasing, clearly amused by her eagerness. The shadows reached out, curling gently through the air. The plumes blanketed their surroundings so that there was only the two of them.

Civilian had thought that being surrounded by darkness would make her feel trapped. Mostly, she felt protected, like nothing could reach her. She watched the shadows dance for a moment, before looking at Villain again, awaiting his answer.

"Presuming you hold up your end, love."

Civilian stared at him, taken aback.

He gestured toward her notebook almost impatiently, though his eyes were bright. "Don't you have something to record with?"

Was he really offering to be interviewed, for nothing in return?

"Right. Right, right, right." She fumbled with the audio recorder in her pocket, digging it out. She pressed a button. A little red light flashed, signaling it was on.

Their eyes met again. Civilian swallowed, suddenly feeling small. "Just for the record, I have your consent to record and post what you say?"

"Yes, yes."

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458 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

It won't let me respond to the ask for some reason. Request from @elf-kid2: "Villain takes Hero's girlfriend, Civilian, hostage. Civilian is angry about YET ANOTHER problem her Ex & his refusal to acknowledge the breakup is causing her!"

"I'm not his girlfriend."

Villain's evil monologue stuttered to a halt. His eyes narrowed, stepping closer to brace a hand against the back of his hostage's chair.

Civilian gave a half-hearted tug at the restraints keeping her in place before reluctantly looking up at him.

"You're not his girlfriend?" Villain repeated. "What do you mean you're not his girlfriend?"

"We broke up. Two months ago," Civilian said, frown curling her face. "He refuses to acknowledge it. The press still publishes mushy lover nonsense about us on the daily and he won't correct them."

"Oh." It came out dumbly, Villain looking the hostage up and down. Strawberry-blonde hair falling over her eyes, she gave a final jerk against the ropes before resigning, leaning back against her seat.

"Can we speed this up a little, I have an appointment at four."

Villain considered her. "He still cares for you."

Civilian snorted. "If that's what we're calling stalker behavior these days."

"That means he'll still come for you when he knows I have you," Villain concluded.

Civilian did not want that.

Hero fighting on her behalf... Strong arms tight around her, lifting her into a showy bridal carry to fly her home in front of the barrage of flashing cameras surely awaiting them...

Civilian cringed, gaze flicking up to Villain again.

"Orrrr... Or, and hear me out... You... Could help me instead."

Villain blinked at her.

"I know, but- Wouldn't you enjoy a change of role, y'know, spice things up?" Civilian continued before he could interject. "He won't listen if I tell him I don't want to go with him. Imagine the look on Hero's face if you 'rescue' me instead of him; If there's public proof that I refuse him. You'd be one-upping Hero in front of the whole world, and hopefully... he'd be embarrassed enough to return my things and stop knocking on my door at all hours."

Villain's head tilted slightly. "If this is some sort of scheme-"

"-I swear. Just make it look like you're protecting me from Hero, and you'll get the reward of watching his public image fall."

"You are a strange hostage," Villain said flatly. "You're job is to scream and look scared, not beg me to publicly rescue you from your ex."

Civilian offered a smile, worn at the edges. "And.... you hopefully find that really cute and endearing. Right?"

Villain sighed, his attention unpicking her like a knot.

His power twitched in the air, an echo of his warring thoughts, or, perhaps, a whisper of what he could to to Civilian should she trick him.

Civilian held her breath.

Villain leaned in close again... and cut her binds. "Alright. This will be fun."

***

Hero crashed through the building, appearing in a chalky haze of dry wall and dust. The impact split the outside wall into a crater nearly a story high.

His eyes burned with fury.

"Release my fiance this instant, you--"

Civilian, unbound and standing freely at Villain's side, sneezed against the onslaught of dust.

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702 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

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[butterflywonz]

I miss you

And john is hot😔

I screamed so loud when they asked him to help me out of the rock pool... He was already keeping my fking crutch istg I wanted to cry in the water...

Nathan look like 🥢, I'm fr so mad at Rebecca for doing that bro... LIKE HIS EAR PHONES WEEE OUT AND EVERYTHING, but I could here him humming behind me which was cute, I mean I kinda have to be friends with Rebecca, cuz I'm nice 🙂 ( and she has a fucking Voodoo doll and I'm not risking shit) sooo yeah... Tortoise looks like he spells special in a specific way..(spechal) I have to stay at school till 5:30 Tommorow 😱 cuz MOS kpop society and also wp, so I might kms soon 😙...

So yeahhhh, also ,lamo is our thing, so is cumpy, so is 1bedroomapartmentguy, so is 🫡👀(Justin), so is " this one Mwah Mwah" so is Bessie chasing us, so is deep throating popsicles (Wtf was wrong with us…??) So is speaking made up languages at night *click click*, so is making fun of me stander 🏍️⚰️, so is thinking we're going to get raped by Justin Truscott, so is Mr kolesky saying penis infront of us, so is the fact that we've never kissed before ( we haven't?) So is the shirtless pics we got from Zachary (she's beautiful but she not my type), so is Abraham as a hole (wait no not like 🕳️, so whole?) So is his nipple tbh, so is going home late afterschool, so is that crazy looking girly telling you not to take pics of her man even though we were taking pics of Kakas, so is me accidentally walking into the unisex bathroom and getting the biggest shock of my life seeing Joshua (gr 11) and thinking I was in the wrong bathroom... And then having a conversation with bradlen... So is when we went on that ride at play land, so is when we thought they were playing FEVER at a children's birthday, so is when we got into the car ready to go home from said children's birthday party actual attractive people arrive, so is us randomly saying cum, so is that guy face timing us to jerk off, so is Chris's cock (I'm sorry) so is monkey as a app, so is Eric from Portugal ( more like Thabo from Nigeria) so is us being racist towards each other(and Fatima) so is the fact that zaarah gives off lesbian vibes, so is the fact that Willow makes me wanna actually rip out my intestines and shove them down her throat to make her stfu, so brownwon..., so is randomly doing antifragile in the middle of BayWest, so is shit talking nirvana cuz we just don't like her, so is randomly "AHHHHHHHH" when we see someone moderately attractive, so is pretending my knee is choking, so is the dislocation of my knee, so are these 2 year old bad boys, so are those yellow and blue woosan birds, so is pause games, so is convincing jaylin soobin died, so is me crying because.. "what If heeseung kills himself" , so is Daniel making me cry 3 times..., so is making jokes about making Jason more handicap, so is reading ff's together, so is the fact that this is so fucking long..., so is us shit talking your mother... With your father, so is lukho flashing us, so is us learning a dance and forgetting it, so is us disliking some idols... Just because, so is you making me come home crying in grade 5, so is us being not even being friends..., so is the fact that I would do anything for you... And also so is the fact that we PLANNED YOU RUN AWAY!?!?!?!?! love you babes, I miss you too.... Theres loads more but like....

ALSO ASBLF I UNDERSTAND IF YOU DIDN'T READ ALL OF THIS...

Im anonymous so like... I could be Anyone ...

So like leaked intak 😻 pics?!?!

PLEASE TELL ME NOWW RAAAAHHHHH okay bye ml

OH MY WORD WIFEY I MISS YOU SO SO SO MUCHHHH!!!

im so sick RN so I can't come to but pls tell the kpop club ppl that I wna join but I'm DYING WOOHOO

dude Nathan is hot

ALSO I'M NOT ALLOWED TO USE THIS PHONE ANYMORE THIS IS ME BEING SHNEECCEE AT MIDNIGHT

I love you sosoosososososososososo much and I appreciate the long ask (I read it all btw) I ALSO DON'T LIKE WILLOW<3

Wtf is ety coz Ik what what wp is and stuff but ETY? WHAT'S YOUR ETY WHATS YOUR ETY.

apparently the kpop club does BEAT stuff during the year too🐢

Ha yeah tortoise us hot:)

Love you babes I miss you<3

Btw "MY KNEE IS CHOKING, SOMEONE WITH BRACES, CURLY HAIR AND LOTS OF BADGES PLEASE HELP!!!!"

[tomdutch]

❀ welcome home ❀

if this don’t show up in the tags idk what i’m gonna do istg 🧍🏽‍♀️pls lmk if it shows up for you :(

warnings: a lil suggestiveness but overall fluff

word count: 1.2k

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after almost an entire summer abroad, there’s no better feeling—at least for tom—than that of an empty airport at three in the morning. silence lies heavy around him, interrupted only by the occasional announcement, the clacking of suitcases rolling against the floor, and the whirring of baggage carousels turning on and off.

the feeling of utter peace and relaxation that hits tom whenever he finally comes back home becomes stronger, more overwhelming, when his phone tings loudly in his ear, where one airpod sits. he knows before he’s even pulled the device out of his jumper’s pocket that it’s you, an excited tingle spreading in his chest.

i’m in the waiting area :’)

five simple words, one endearing emoticon, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst right out of him as though it’s a rocket surging into take-off. gripping the handle of his carry-on tightly, tom shoves the phone back in his pocket and looks around him with as much enthusiasm as a dog following the scent of a feast, eyes urgently searching for the right arrows to lead him out of baggage claim and to you.

mere minutes later, he’s finally outside, breath hitching in his throat when he spots the ever so familiar yellow nirvana shirt you can’t stop “borrowing.” grin widening under his black cotton mask, tom bites his bottom lip to temper it as he hurries towards you, but it only widens when you look up from your phone at the sound of his rapidly approaching footsteps and he notices the way your mask stretches across your cheeks the same way his does.

finally within arm’s reach, tom doesn’t even utter a word. his hands find your waist with oft practiced ease, and they bring you into his chest perfectly, your head nuzzling into the crook of his neck, skin visible under his tee, clicking into him like a puzzle piece. your facemask scratches his throat, but he couldn’t care less, not when he at last feels your palms again his back, when he smells faint hints of your shampoo, when he squeezes you in his arms and you squeeze him right back.

“missed you,” he whispers, fingers splayed over your back like it’s an anchor.

“missed you more, tommy.” you grin, happiness hiding in the fabric of his blue and white jumper. pulling apart ever so lightly, you look up at him, all the knots in your stomach unravelling at the sight of his pretty brown eyes. you raise a hand up to his hair, twirling a few strands around your finger. “and i missed these curls, too,” you coo, “why have you been depriving me of these babies with your cursed gel?”

snorting happily, tom scrunches his nose and leans his head into your hands. “why are you speaking like the villain dude from aladdin?”

“you forgot jaffar’s name,” you gasp, looking at him with teasing shock, “we need a rewatch stat. come on, let’s get out of here so i can educate you on a land from a faraway place where the caravan camels roam.”

both of you think your smiles couldn’t get any bigger under your masks, and you run your thumb along the crinkles beside his right eye, longing so clear in your own gaze that tom’s got half a mind of ripping the cloth off your face and kissing you right in the middle of heathrow.

“let’s go, i don’t know how i’m going to wait to kiss you for an entire half hour.” he grumbles, an immense weight lifting off his chest as he intertwines your fingers and sets off towards the exit, carry-on rolling behind him.

mumbling to him that he can still kiss you in the car and that he doesn’t have to wait until you’re actually at your house to do it, you snort as tom shoots you his classic annoyed look. he snips back that it’s not a proper welcome home kiss unless we’re home, y/n and pretends to pout for much of the car ride, his grimace melting into laughter when you decide to pout back but can’t help yourself from wiggling along to the radio in your seat.

once you’re finally unlocking the door and tom sets his luggage down, he turns towards you with a big grin, one you can actually see clearly without his mask acting as a shield. for a moment, you’re tempted to let go of your teasing streak and let him get his way, until you’re reminded—nah, being a little shit would be more fun for you. as your boyfriend advances towards you, honeyed eyes soft with the promise of an impending smooch and many cuddles, you give him your best exaggerated wink.

and then you sprint.

“what the fuck?” tom yells, watching you with bewilderment as you run up the stairs towards your bedroom. “i can’t believe i flew eight hours for this crazy woman,” he mutters to himself, though a spark of adrenaline lights up in his chest.

soon enough, his socked feet are sliding against the hardwood floor as he chases after you, only for his eyebrows to furrow when he hears the sound of water from the master bathroom. oh. oh.

you’ve left the door unlocked and the glass hasn’t fogged yet, giving tom a clear view of you. a very wet you. a very wet and naked you giving him a teasing smile, beckoning him over with your index after months of being apart. he nearly trips over his pants multiple times as he undresses, your giggles at his clumsiness and enthusiasm heard over the shower, before he’s finally bare enough to join you.

“you could’ve just told me you wanted to shower, instead of making me chase you around the house.” tom can’t help but be jokingly curt as he steps under the hot water, instantly starting to soothe his muscles after seemingly endless travels.

your arms slither around his waist, bringing him closer until your chests are pressed together, and he sighs under your touch. with the water running down your face, you reach up, cradling his cheek in the palm of your hand. “but wasn’t it more fun to surprise you? it sure looked like it was exciting for you when you banged your head on the sink trying to get undressed.”

“oh, shut up and kiss me.” tom rolls his eyes, his own arms coming around you as you snort, leaning up to finally connect your mouths.

tom’s lips are chapped from the cold and because he always forgets to drink enough water, but it doesn’t matter, not when it’s your first time tasting them after such a strenuous deprivation. your fingers burrow in his wet curls as tom’s tongue licks along your bottom lip before it slips along your own, a gentle whimper resounding from both of you at the contact.

you break away after a long moment, eyes fluttering open to see your love’s are still closed, lashes brushing the freckled apples of his cheeks. “there,” you whisper, dropping a faint peck on the tip of his nose, “welcome home, tommy.”

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[cafedanslanuit]

- ̗̀ livin' easy, loving free, season ticket on a one way ride ̖́-

day thirteen sacrilegious kink ft. armin arlert [shingeki no kyojin]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab + she/her reader, SACRILEGIOUS CONTENT (catholic), college!au, loss of virginity, use of protection, riding, dom/sub, part three of "catholic boy", i'm going to hell for this istg

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Armin was starting to think there must be something wrong with him. It hadn’t even been a week since he had been cleaning off his own cum from the university’s chapel with his handkerchief. He could still remember how afraid he was that someone was going to come unannounced and find him in such a shameful state, his cheeks still red from the intense orgasm you had given him a few moments ago.

He would never admit he got semi-hard again at the mere reminder of your pretty hand on his dick and your lips ghosting the side of his face, sinful words coming out of your mouth that he could have never even imagined prior to meeting you.

As he left the chapel, Armin kept looking down at his feet as he tried to avoid the gaze of the cross that had seen him fall apart in broken moans all because he couldn’t get enough of a pretty girl. He made a promise to himself: to put an end to this for once and for all. He had the will, he had the strength, he could do this. All he had to do was say “no” the next time you came waltzing around him, fluttering your lashes and swaying your hips that had him on a chokehold.

However, as Armin watched you rip a condom package, he realized he was never going to be able to say no. Not to you, at least.

“Ever seen one of these before?” you teased him, taking the condom out and showing it to him. Due to the redness of his cheeks, you could easily tell his answer. “Most of you guys seem to be really against it.”

Armin wondered if you looked how pretty you looked sitting on his lap. He would have let you mock him all through the night if it meant you would stay just like that— your hiked-up uniform plaid skirt, white blouse with a few buttons open and the amused smile that always danced on your lips. His hands were set on your thighs after one of your earlier commands, and he couldn’t help but caress the skin underneath with his thumb.

This time, you had convinced him to sneak into the room Father Louis had given him for all his hard work with the chapel. It was rather small, only a bed and a chair in the room, yet it was useful when classes wore him down and he needed a place to rest. He was meant to conduct his personal prayers there and he was— he really was. In his own way.

As soon as you had entered, you had made him sit on the edge of his bed and had straddled him. Your lips were on his soon after, his shaky hands caressing your back as your fingers tangled in his blonde locks. He had let you fumble with his pants until you unbuttoned it and set his cock free, already leaking and needy just after a few kisses from you. It seemed it has made you happy.

“Well, it’s your lucky day then,” you said. “I’m gonna show you how it works. Is that okay?”

It would be okay if you asked him to jump from the window, he thought.

He nodded.

“Good,” you smiled. “First of all, you have to make sure you’re hard. I see that’s not a problem with you.”

Armin squirmed on his seat, embarrassment filling his body as you looked directly down at his erect cock. His lips parted in awe as he watched you drop some saliva on the palm of your hand. You started stroking him softly and grinned when he twitched in your hand, a soft mewl escaping his lips at your touch.

“Shh, you don’t want anyone to find out I’m here, right?” you reminded him in a whisper. Your breath tickled his ear, sending tingles down his jaw.

“Sorry,” he muttered, his breath hitching as you kept pumping his cock.

“Then, you grab the condom,” you continued, pulling your hand away to hold the condom in front of him. “See how you can tell it’s gonna roll outwards? That means it’s in the correct position. So, you grab the tip and place it right on top of your pretty dick.”

You put the condom right on top of his length. Your eyes travelled up to his blue eyes, already darkened and wide open in both arousal and anticipation and you ground your hips against his thighs again. He was too beautiful, especially when he was this vulnerable.

“And finally, you roll it down,” you instructed, your fingers doing as you said while your other hand held the tip. “That’s how you put a condom. Sorry you’re getting your sex-ed class a little too late, but it never hurts to know more,” you chuckled.

“And then?”

You blinked, taken aback by his question.

“And then what?”

“You put on the— the condom and,” he stuttered, “what happens next?”

You felt your confidence slowly falling apart by his words.

“Well, you have sex,” you shrugged. “You safely stick your dick somewhere, wherever you’d like.”

“And— are we gonna do it?”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Do you wanna do it now?”

Armin nodded and fuck— were these feelings early symptoms of arrhythmia? You pressed your arms against your chest, trying to dissuade them. You looked around, trying to evaluate the situation. This was all just to tease him, the joke being you knew Armin knew next to nothing about sex education. You had then planned to maybe jerk him off until he came inside the condom and let him figure out how he was going to dispose of it.

You couldn’t deny the idea of taking his virginity, or whatever was left of it, could be so enticing until he put it on the table.

Taking a deep breath, you placed your hands on Armin’s shoulders.

“Okay, I’m gonna need your pretty words for this one,” you said, scrutinizing his face. “So, do you wanna do it now?”

“Yes,” Armin said, nodding his head firmly. Not an ounce of doubt or regret in his blue eyes as he looked straight into yours. He was as sure of it as you had ever seen him.

“Okay, okay,” you whispered. You turned your head to the side and found your bag resting on the floor next to his foot. Leaning over, you searched for an item you were sure was in the bottom of your bag and after a few seconds, you found it. Taking one, you placed it inside your blouse’s breast pocket, way too fast for Armin to recognize it. “It’s a reward,” you explained, a playful smirk on your lips as you sat down back on his lap. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll show it to you.”

It was more than Armin needed to know. His fingers were already digging on your thighs, watching you like a celestial being as you raised your hips and slid your panties to the side, revealing your already wet folds. You grabbed his cock to position it against your entrance.

You locked your eyes with him as you slowly sank down, both of you forgetting about trying to keep it down as you moaned. Having Armin in your mouth and in your hand was definitely different than having him stretch your walls. His girth made your eyes roll as he bottomed out. The way he was curved plus the position made him hit your sweet spot and your thoughts got cloudy as you moved your hips in slow and small circles, just trying to get used to having him inside.

Armin was a mess. He was holding onto your thighs for dear life and even through his uniform shirt you could notice how tense he was. Shaky breaths left his parted pink lips, pretty and just the slightest bit swollen, almost daring you to kiss him again. His blue eyes were glassy, set on you as if everything has disappeared for him and there was only you in his room, you and your sinful hips making him see stars. He could feel the tight hold of your walls against his dick, fluttering as you moved. How was he supposed to last more than a minute like this?

You did an experimental bounce and Armin moaned again. This time, you put your hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

“Gotta be quiet, okay? You don’t want this to end, do you?” you warned him.

Armin shook his head, but another move of your hips had him whimpering again, not being able to resist it. He muttered a string of apology to which you just sighed with a tired smile. You should be angry he couldn't keep quiet enough for you to ride him at your pleasure, but it was endearing how innocent he looked underneath you. Messy blonde locks and dazy blue eyes were one of the prettiest views you had seen in a while, and you had no plans on letting it go anytime soon.

“I was planning on giving this to you when we’re done. You know, as a token for losing your virginity,” you chuckled, as you reached into your breast pocket. “But maybe it’s gonna help you stay quiet.

With your free hand, you grabbed Armin’s jaw, slightly turning it upwards so he was looking straight at you.

“Tongue out, pretty boy.”

Armin did as told, pulling out his pink tongue for you. The submission in his eyes was beautiful, all flustered and not even thinking about moving until you gave him another order.

You took the communion wafer that you had put in your pocket and showed it to him. Later, if you were in a good mood, you’d admit that you had stolen a full bag of it, just so you could have a free snack in between classes. Grinning, you placed the wafer on his tongue. It quickly stuck to it and you stroke Armin’s cheek with the thumb that was holding his face.

“So, so pretty. Don’t let it fall, okay?”

Armin’s eyes were filled with exhilaration and pleasure, doing his best to keep his tongue out and his noise to the minimum as you bounced. He watched in awe all your expressions as you moved up and down— the way you bit on your bottom lip when he was fully inside and the curses you whispered when you moved your hips backwards and forwards. After all the times you had brought him so much pleasure, he felt a sense of pride as he was the one that was making you feel good now.

He knew he wasn’t going to last as much as he wanted to. The moment he was completely inside you, he already felt as if he was dangling from a thread, about to fall over the edge at any second. No matter how hard he tried to divert his thoughts, it wasn’t possible to think of anyone else that wasn’t you, with your hiked-up skirt and slightly unopened blouse, bouncing on his cock for the first time.

Armin could already feel drool coming down from his tongue, unable to do anything about it as you had instructed him to keep his mouth open. He felt ashamed, broken down to a mess of pleasure and sweat, only wanting to exist to serve you in any way you wanted, however you wanted, no matter the times you wanted. You looked down at him as you moved, and after seeing the communion wafer was still in its place, you leaned down, grinning as you whispered against his ear.

“Good boy.”

It was all Armin needed to fall apart. He hummed as he tried to let you know he was close, squeezing your thighs and making small noises with his throat. However, as you pulled away and continued to move on his lap, he realized you had quickly caught up on the situation.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Won’t make you wait since it’s your first time. You can come inside me.”

You weren’t sure exactly what it was. Maybe it was the way Armin clutched your waist hardly as your last moves made him come undone. Or maybe it was the way he pressed his face against your breasts, muffling his desperate moans, his body shaking without control. It could also have been the way his dick kept twitching inside of you and, however impossible it was, you could almost feel him spurting against your walls, filling you up with his cum. After all, you knew he always cum in buckets.

Whatever it was, it made you lose your pace. Your arms laced around Armin’s neck as you moved your hips erratically, feeling your release coming closer than you had anticipated. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try and silence how good it felt each time your clit rubbed against his lower abs, sending bolts of pleasure all around your body. It was a matter of seconds before you orgasmed as well, your mind clouding as you moved your hips back and forth, trying to make it last as long as you could.

You weren’t sure how long both of you stayed like that, trying to regain your breath as you held each other. All you knew is that you were the one to pull away first, wiping away the sweat from your face before you looked down at Armin. Part of his tongue was still out along with the wafer, a lovely fucked-out expression on his face as he looked up at you with adoration.

Gently, you cupped his jaw and pushed his tongue back inside; a devilish smile on your face.

“The body of Christ, or whatever shit they say.”

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