#pretty much signal boost

[vixvaporub]

Just a heads up, don't trust everything you're told on anon. There are some childish and drama seeking people who want to spread slander about other blogs on this site. So please, if you receive an anon that makes big accusations, try to fact check it and don't post it if you can't find any evidence of that accusation.

#its pretty sad that this individual is trying to spread this drama to even more people #and people are just posting it #this mutual of mine has already gone through enough because of this person #before anyone says it im not saying all anons are liars #just... fact check and do your own research #also signal boost this #tumblr hasnt done shit about this individual so yea not much else we can do besides spreading awareness #vixpost #signal boost #poetstalker

[batwynn]

A little self-promotion post!

Hello hello! Just a post to chat about how Patreon supports and inspires me. Joining my Patreon really helps support my work both financially and creatively! Patrons provide tons of interesting ideas and prompts, while opening me up to new fandoms and worlds. Financially, patrons help me stay afloat as my only source of income. It especially supports my webcomics by freeing up time between commissions, which is extra important as comic pages take more time to complete.

A few of the fun things you can get if you join:

🔥EVERY tier level gets art cards and stickers in the mail during major holiday/celebratory months. (For example: pride month!)

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🔥Tons of speed paints, Patreon exclusive, and behind the scenes content!

🔥Tutorials and tutorial requests!

♥️ Sticker Cluuuuub 💪

🔥 And more!

Lastly, a gentle reminder that this is my full time job, and my only source of income as I have chronic health issues/disabilities that prevent me from different work opportunities. (Including but not limited to being severely immunocompromised.) I like to try to keep it fun and full of love, but I also have important monthly bills that I just can’t afford without commissions right now. Every ounce of support is SO appreciated, and I will always try my best to provide the arts you thirst for by keeping my Patreon open to all fandoms, ships, OCs, etc. with careful labeling and tagging. ♥️

If you’ve made it this far, thanks so much for reading! Please signal boost if you can, and much love! *bisexual finger guns*

#Patreon #queer artists #artists #artists on tumblr #fandom art #self promo #sorry to do this I’m just trying to find a way to cover at least this bill with my work #while also still having time to work on stuff outside of only commissions #like comics and requests #and trust me I’ve looked into work from home options #I have to use cell data for internet here #and it’s not reliable or strong enough for pretty much any work at home job #I honestly don’t know what my options are at this point but I’m trying #please signal boost if you can #it’s super appreciated! #thank you for reading!

[myrddin-wylt]

I’m very tired. you probably heard that Russia destroyed the Kakhovka Dam to slow Ukraine’s counter offensive. here’s something I didn’t quite realize: since this February, the Russians operated the dam in juuuuust the right way so that as much water would build up as possible when the snow melted and spring showers started. and then they blew the whole thing up.

40,000 people may need to be evacuated. I don’t really have the energy to say anything else right now.

Hospitallers Medical Battalion: actual angels can confirm. they’re combat-zone medical services - you know how humanitarian groups like MFS and Red Cross have to pause operations due to the Russians fucking shooting at humanitarian zones? yeah, these guys don’t pause for bullets, they fucking walk into them and they bring out anyone they can.

Serhiy Prytula Charity Foundation: you can choose from a number of various fundraiser projects here, if you’re feeling particularly picky. for those of you who balk at the idea of supporting anything military just please remember that things like vehicles and drones aren’t just for military use, they’re also for evacuation and finding the wounded and they’re fucking vital.

KSE Foundation: similar to the above, KSE has multiple projects you can choose from to donate to. looking at it right now, one of the projects with the lowest amounts of money raised thus far - despite being started in April - is Seeds for Ukraine, which will help Ukraine recover from the ecological devastation Russia has been wreaking (and with Ukraine, the countries that rely on Ukraine’s grain exports that Russia keeps trying to steal).

Come Back Alive: do these guys even need the introduction? they’re Come Back Alive. I’m kissing all of them.

United24: Zelenskyy’s brain child, and the official fundraising platform of Ukraine. Mark Hamill recommends the fundraisers for drones in particular.

UAnimals: Nova Kakhovka’s zoo got... pretty much completely swept away. all zoo residents except the birds have drowned. UAnimals has tried throughout the occupation to keep the animals safe, and they’ve been reporting on the status of the zoo. I don’t really know what to say except that I hope they’re able to save the pets and strays in the towns along the river.

You can find NGOs specific to evacuation efforts in this post; please signal boost it as well. I’ve listed them but am leaving the links for the op post.

Ukrainian FireFighters Foundation

Helping To Leave

VOSTOK SOS

#donate #ukraine #russia #russian invasion of ukraine #russo ukrainian war #russia ukraine war #kherson #disaster relief #humanitarian relief #ecological efforts #humanitarian organizations #humanitarian efforts

[kerra-and-company]

6, 8, and 12 for Cioffi! @ratasum

Interview questions! :D Cio hours, let's go!

6. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

Cio's mouth twists to the side a bit, forming half of a humorless smile. "That'd be years ago--not jumping off that ship and swimming back to Claw Island...to Sieran. There was a moment where I very much wanted to--Alchemy, I didn't want to get on the damn ship in the first place." She lets out a breath, her hand going to a bag at her side. You can just barely see the tip of a blue notebook peeking out. She smiles genuinely but small, tinged with lingering grief. "I'm grateful now that Nisha wouldn't let me stay behind. She wouldn't have wanted me to die with her. She'd be happy that I'm happy these days, I think."

8. What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

"What, not who? Well." Cio tilts her head sideways, then gestures vaguely to her hair and eyes. "Do you think my fellow progeny--or their parents, or their instructors, or almost every other citizen of Rata Sum--held back their opinions about this?" She laughs, almost monotone. "And that was the easiest part to deal with, the looks and the words. Being visibly connected to the dragon who drove your people from their homes makes you a target, whether it's for bullies or for the Inquest. I have enough stories about my childhood to write a novel series, quite honestly. But it would have been much less of a problem if they hadn't treated me differently. I was never dangerous. Not in the way they thought."

12. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? (on vacation or permanently!)

"I've seen enough of the world for a lifetime, but even so, Ari and I might travel around more of Cantha someday. So far--since the asura gate's been installed--we've really only seen Arborstone."

#gw2 #ratasum #cioffi #thanks a bunch for the ask! :D #cio backstory hours #and letting you know re: that last answer that cio and ari weren't actively part of eod! #cio did some consulting with taimi from way back in mainland tyria once they found a way to boost the signals on their communicators #but that was pretty much it

[jaylaxies]

HARD THOUGHT !

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

cw: smut, unprotected sex, mentions of choking, usage of nicknames.

warning: 18+ content, minors dni

Rival skater!Sunghoon who always keeps you on your toes, never lets you sit down or relax by any means cause you can’t risk him being even one percent better than you, especiallyy with the annual competitions coming up. You hated the smirk he had on his face as he skated past you, doing his usual warm ups on the ice, and soon, it turned into the usual race between you both, and you were the winner this time, by less than a second.

“I see you’re ready to lose this time, Park,” you mocked, your smile vibrant as he scowled, stopping right in front of you, lips pink with cold, head held high despite his unofficial loss.

“Overconfidence is not hot, darling,” he points out. The arena was empty, minus you both—always doing the most to get even a sliver of extra practice in hopes of beating the other one.

“Don’t be a sore loser now,” you coo, and he scoffs, backing you up against the support railings, his cold finger tip on your chin making you look up at him in question, his mouth parted enough for you to get a glimpse of his sharp canines, the dim lights of the arena casting an attractive sort of shadow on his face, making you shut up automatically as you observed him.

“It’s cute that you think you’ll win tomorrow,” he started, “but that won’t happen with me being your rival,” he said, smirking and you rolled your eyes at his own display of overconfidence.

“What if I do win?” You asked, deadpanning, causing him to click his tongue, “then I won’t come close to you, ever,” he whispers, making you look up at him in surprise, “but if I win—I’ll have you as close to me as possible for the whole night,” he proposed.

“What the fuck, Park?”

“Scared you’ll lose?” He chuckles, pushing all your right buttons.

“Fine, we have a deal,” you said, looking at him one last time before skating away with your heart beating faster than ever.

There wasn’t much time to practice, granted the competition took place the very next day. You had won in your respective categories already, leaving the final round, which was the main event. All skaters were lined up for the last race, and the majority of the audience had come to watch the final rundown between you and Sunghoon, which made you want to do better.

“Good luck,” Sunghoon winked your way right before the race started.

You were determined, but Sunghoon’s determination skyrocketed, given that he had to win the bet—to have you in his arms, in his bed.

Which brings you here, right in his cozy bedroom with his gold medal resting on your chest, the cold metal juxtaposing the warmth of your skin, and his body on top of you. He kissed you all over, making you wear the medal he won—winning the bet and driving you back home with him without any delays after the award ceremony.

“You’re so pretty when you just shut up and take it like a good kitten,” he praises, snapping his hips to meet yours in a rushed thrust, making your eyes roll back with pleasure, he rolls his body fluidly as if already in sync with every movement of yours as his cock reached the deepest spots in you, making you feel good no matter how much you tried not to let it show on your face.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped out, only boosting his never ending ego with your whimpers of need, and he complied, “wasn’t planning on to,” he groaned, caressing your cheek gently before wrapping his slender fingers around your neck, fucking you hard as you arched your back and moaned for him, exactly how he wanted you to.

“So pretty,” he murmured, your cheeks heating up at his sudden compliment, paired with no other snarky remark when he pulled out, and then eased back in, his cock twitching just as your pussy clenched around him, signalling that you both were close, however, he wasn’t done with you, not yet.

Because tonight, he was the winner, and you, his reward.

© jaylaxies | tumblr

#ria:thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #sunghoon smut #kpop smut #sunghoon x reader #enha smut #enhypen hard thoughts

[rainbowsocked]

”Are you an adult who experienced school attendance difficulties in childhood? We would like to find out what you now think about your school attendance difficulties, and learn more about the longer-term outcomes you have experienced as an adult. Please complete our survey: https://forms.gle/fuBrFANzYr67uKbm6″ [Source: Not Fine in School] Filled this in ages ago and forgot to share. 😓 My specialty in both junior and secondary school was being threatened with expulsion and/or being dumped into foster care for regularly missing more than 60% of the school year. Turns out I was fucking disabled and not "just lazy." 🙃

#signal boost #disability #chronic illness #ableism #education #🙋‍♀️ #♿ #💉 #🏫 #📢 #i need to start blogging/sharing stuff here again bc all my other social media is pretty much dead lmao

[souperluminal]

I love signal wizard so much! Would you be willing to show how you did the noise effect? It looks sooooo good and I have no idea where you even started lmao

Sure! It was a pretty messy and experimental process, so there isn't an easy step by step recreation method, but I can go over the tools that I used.

It was largely thanks to the Dissolve blending mode which turns opacity gradients into pixelated ones:

I would first create a solid shape that I liked, then airbrush the edges to be less distinct on a Dissolve layer, and then use a textured brush to carve the airbrushed edges out a bit to make the shape more gritty and rough. Then I put a desaturated noise filter with its brightness levels adjusted to boost the contrast on top of it all. Here's a simplified step through with just one extra tone added at the end to give the shape some volume:

I layered a lot of these in different tones on top of each other with different opacities and blending modes and messed around with differently textured brushes until I was happy with the look. Then I threw in some tidbits of magenta and cyan for a little color and voila! The Noise.

[gurugirl]

Just For Tonight | Ch. 1

Series Summary: Harry spots an angel in the crowd and he can't keep his eyes off of her. And, as if by some cosmic pull, he can't help but ask her backstage. But it's only going to be just for tonight. Or is it?

Chapter Summary: Y/n can't believe her luck when the famous Harry Styles invites her and her friend backstage after his concert is over.

Warning: 18+ only, smut

Word Count: 8646

Commissioned by anon (thank you!! xoxo)

Just For Tonight Masterlist

Almost 20,000 screaming fans, flashing and pulsing lights, percussion, string, vocals, bass, and ego with sex appeal dancing on the stage amongst it all. The entire floor of the venue, stage, walls, and all were vibrating and trembling along with the speakers that thundered with live music, and in the middle of it all the crowd danced and stomped along with the man of the hour. Harry Styles.

For Harry, tonight was a great night. When he performed it was usually pretty fucking great. But tonight, especially, everything was perfect. It was just one of those days that’s a good day for no real reason. The stars aligned, the moon’s gravitational pull balanced everything out, Mars was not in retrograde, and so on and so forth. Who knew what had made it such a lovely day? It just was and Harry was not one to question things like nature and science and destiny. He allowed it to bring him wherever it needed to take him. He was just a passenger on the ride of life.

And everyone in the building felt the same vibes. He just knew it. It had been a perfectly phenomenal day for everyone that he laid eyes on. How could it not? Every time he spotted someone in the crowd and smiled they screamed and jumped excitedly because they were also having a fucking fantastic day. So, okay, sure it might have had something to do with the fact that they were at a Harry Styles concert, and making eye contact with the one and only himself was bound to boost moods.

It was a thrill to wave or smile or call someone out and see their reaction. He loved the attention. Loved watching people swoon and cry out for him. He loved being loved and adored. And tonight, he was very much being adored.

When the song came to an end and the lights went down Harry picked up his Gibson guitar and stepped back up to the mic, signaling the song change. The light shined down over him as he stood gorgeously confident in his black custom Gucci suit sans shirt. His pecs and tattoos bared to the fans, a well-built body proudly on display. He had no reason to not show off. He knew he looked amazing. Not to mention it was also practical because his outfit and the hot lights were boiling.

He loved using old songs from his One Direction days and Stockholm Syndrome always got the crowd to go absolutely nuts. He stood bold and self-assured in front of the microphone as he strummed the guitar and started the song off. Looking at the fans in the center pit they went wild as his eyes roved the crowd, dimples carving into his cheeks at the reaction he got. He’d never get over it.

He began to sing and the sudden greatness of the situation was overwhelming. He knew the universe was giving him something very special at that instant as he strummed and leaned into the mic, belting the opening lines. He wanted to keep his awareness about him and not miss a moment. He was in his element.

And the reason he felt the atmosphere change, he was sure of it the second he laid eyes on her, was standing just right of center stage in the pit. An angel with long hair surrounded by a halo of glitter and the loveliest smile he’d seen in a long time. She wore a bodysuit with a flower pattern that hugged her curves with sparkles all over her skin and her shoulders, gleaming in her hair. Glossy pink and red sunglasses shaped like hearts on her face.

He couldn’t help but look at her as he sang and when he stepped away from the mic to let the fans scream the words he narrowed his eyes at the angel in front of the stage and gave her a quick wave, releasing one hand from his guitar to do so. Watching her pretty pink lips drop open wide when she understood he was waving at her she bounced a little and waved back. Harry’s eyes dragged down her frame again and he realized her tits were bouncing with her. He couldn’t help but notice it. They were supple and she was gorgeous. It was hard not to take her all in as she was.

She hadn’t realized it, until that instant, that he’d been looking at her. She figured that was impossible. There were so many other people next to her but the electricity that buzzed through her veins in that moment had her feeling like the only one in the audience. He continued looking at her through the song, his eyes finding hers as he sang and strummed. His smile deepened each time their gazes met and she felt like she was in a dream. Harry Styles was looking at her and grinning coyly each time his eyes landed on hers.

Y/n was an outspoken person. Someone who didn’t usually hold back with her thoughts and opinions. And even though having Harry looking at her and grinning was making the blood rush to her cheeks and her limbs tremble she knew she needed to call on her boldness to keep his attention. She had an idea before she’d even gotten to the concert that felt like something that would just stay an idea, would remain a little daydream fantasy. But now? She figured why not? She’d seen Harry prancing around at past concerts wearing sunglasses and hats the fans would toss up to him.

But she didn’t want to throw anything up on the stage at him for fear of hurting him or him not seeing it. She wanted to hand him the sunglasses. Maybe they’d even brush fingers. But with the way the stage was set up, she knew that was impossible. Security flanked the fronts and sides and she’d never be able to reach. Instead, she did the next best thing.

The next time Harry spotted her, which was only moments after she decided to enact her plan, she pulled her sunglasses off and pointed at him as she held them up. She was against the barricade near security and Harry’s eyes squinted as he looked at her hand and placed the mic onto the stand before kneeling down next to the man standing in front of the stage. He kept his eyes on the sparkly angel as he pointed at her and spoke to the man who nodded.

The transaction happened in a flash. The man smiled at her as she handed him the heart-shaped sunglasses and then suddenly Harry had them in hand and placed them on his face as he got right back to singing.

The crowd was raucous. Harry wearing cutesy, shiny heart sunglasses got everyone’s attention but Y/n was in awe that he was wearing her cheap dollar store find on his handsome face.

And when the song was over he pulled the sunglasses off and mouthed, “Can I keep these?”

Y/n nodded exaggeratedly and smiled as she bounced a little. It was the best night of her life; she was sure of it. The entire day had been amazing. From the moment she woke up to right then as she had Harry’s grin aimed at her it had been perfection. Even her outfit and hair were perfect. She knew it. It was just one of those days and she felt like it was all meant to be.

She danced and swayed to the songs, sang along with the crowd, and Harry kept giving her glances and cheeky smirks. He was definitely flirting with her.

“I can’t believe he’s keeping your sunglasses! What if he wears them after tonight and he’s photographed with them?” Y/n’s co-worker, Ady, was with her. She and Ady were loose friends. They got along well enough and both liked Harry Styles. So when Y/n scored two tickets and her best friend declined to go to the concert with her she asked Ady. She figured Ady would be willing given the colorful TPWK screensaver she had on her work computer.  

Harry began to interact with the signs in the crowd. Reading them aloud as he casually paced and laughed and made the fans laugh with him.

But as he walked toward the part of the stage where Y/n and Ady were standing Harry pointed directly at Y/n, “What’s your name?”

Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to keep calm and Ady squealed next to her, “Her name is Y/n!”

Y/n turned to look at Ady and they laughed together but Harry continued, “Her name is what again?” He cupped his ear and leaned in to hear better.

This time Y/n was quick to react, “Y/n!!” She shouted as loudly and clearly as possible.

Harry stood up straight and laughed, “Y/n. Lovely. And your friend’s name?”

Ady shouted her name and Harry nodded, “Is it just the two of you?”

Y/n and Ady nodded with wide grins and Harry sauntered around in the spot as he motioned with his arms, “Y/n, here, gave me a pair of sunglasses and is allowing me to keep them,” he spoke to the fans and then looked back toward Y/n. “And I just wanted to say, thank you, Y/n. That was so thoughtful of you to give them to me.”

She placed her hand over her heart as she shouted, “You’re welcome!” And Harry placed his hand over his heart and winked.

An absolute dream. The whole night had been. The attention she was getting from Harry was something she’d never forget. She was positive that he found her attractive based on the way he kept looking toward her and grinning. It was one of those things that happen in life that make you spark and give you a giddiness that you’ll wake in the middle of the night thinking of or suddenly become overwhelmed with while you’re loading the dishwasher. Something that you take with you and sew into your bones and inwardly smile and gush over. Something that can’t ever be taken away. A small moment in time that’s yours to take with you forever.

Harry did his usual end-of-concert routine, including the whale before jogging off stage. The lights brightened slowly and the sounds of chatter and concertgoers laughing and singing filled the venue.

Y/n wasn’t ready to leave the magic of the concert but all good things must come to an end. As she and Ady were about to file out behind the other pit fans the security guard who handed her sunglasses off to Harry approached her, “You’re both invited backstage. Harry’s invitation.”

There was no way she’d ever get over that night.

The area was set up in two sections. A handful of fans and other people were all in one spot, a large room with foldout chairs and tables along the wall, and then there was another room opposite the large one, where Y/n and Ady were asked to stay. The room was small with a couch and coffee table, a few armchairs, a TV on the wall, and a buffet with pitchers of water and juices lined up with glasses and napkins at the end.

Y/n sat in one of the armchairs and Ady poured herself a glass of green juice, “Sure you don’t want anything?”

“I’ll get something in a minute. Just need a second to process everything. That was so amazing, wasn’t it?”

The pair talked about the concert as a man walked into the room and filled a glass with water for himself. He greeted Ady and then Y/n, “Hi. I’m Tommy.”

He sat down and made small talk for a bit, “So, this is the special guest room. Did you get a personal invite from Harry?” His grin was cheeky. Y/n didn’t know what any of that meant.

“Yeah, he invited us backstage after the concert was over. I gave him my sunglasses.”

Tommy nodded and raised his brows, “Ahh… I see. Well, he’ll be done out there soon.”

Soon was thirty minutes later. Tommy turned the TV on and handed the remote to Ady before he left the room. They got to meet Sarah and Pauli before they noticed some of the fans leaving and the other room slowly growing empty.

And when Harry finally walked into the room it was as if time stood still. That cliché was happening in real time. He wore a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt with tennis shoes, and a big smile as he looked at Y/n before greeting Ady with a handshake and a hug.

Y/n stood abruptly as Harry greeted her in the same way.

He sat on the couch and urged Y/n to sit next to him as Ady took the armchair closest and they all talked briefly about the concert. He asked more questions about how they knew one another and if they were from the area, what they did for a living…

He was perfectly polite and attentive. The man was gorgeous up close and Y/n tried not to let her imagination get away from her as he spoke and she watched his features and looked down over his tattooed arm and muscular thighs under his jeans.

Harry laughed at something Ady said and then ran his fingers through his hair and looked at Y/n, “I’m really glad you came. You have good taste in sunglasses. And music,” he chuckled at his joke and Y/n laughed with him.

“But um… would you be willing to stay back with me a bit? If you want?” He looked directly at Y/n as he asked but she didn't assume the question was only aimed at herself and of course, she was willing to stay back with him so she nodded and looked at Ady to make sure she was good with it too.

Just as Ady was about to say something Harry interrupted, “I’m really sorry. I can only have one person stay back per the rules, and since you,” he looked over at Y/n, “were so kind to allow me to keep your sunglasses, thought it would only be fair.”

The sudden realization changed the atmosphere in the room. He was asking Y/n to stay back. Only her. Not Ady.

“Oh, sure. Yeah of course. That’s fine,” Ady smiled and looked at her friend. “Y/n you stay. I’ll go back to the hotel and see you later then?”

It was awkward for sure. Y/n felt a little guilty for being so excited at the idea of being able to hang out with Harry one-on-one but at the same time, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Even if Ady had said she would rather Y/n go with her she would have stayed with Harry. She was not going to miss whatever it was he had planned.

She was led into another room. One with a door that Harry closed behind himself. He watched as she looked around. It was what looked like a dressing room.

“Would you like a drink? Or something to eat?” Harry asked as he walked up behind Y/n and honed in on what she was looking at. The rack of outfits. He always had five to choose from for each show. Usually, there was one that was suggested but Harry liked making the final decision. Which also meant each outfit would be tailored the same day as a show regardless if he wore them or not. Now, the tailoring wasn’t much. It wasn’t as if Harry’s weight and size fluctuated all that much from show to show. But lately, he was bulking up a bit. His trainer had him working out for hours each day. Harry’s body was in the best shape it’d ever been in. So some seams were let out and there were a few little tucks and folds and bits that needed to be sewn last minute typically.

“What do you have to drink?”

Harry turned and opened up the mini fridge as he squatted down, “Let’s see. Beer, wine, tequila, whisky. I can get you anything you want, though.”

Of course he could.

“Tequila on the rocks? Is that okay?” She was feeling a bit uncertain. She didn’t know what to expect or what was allowed. She wasn’t sure what was going on in general. Her nerves were starting to erupt a bit at the idea that he might have her in his dressing room alone for something more than just a chat.

“Sure. I’ll have one with you.”

They sat next to one another on the couch and made more small talk. She was surprised that he stayed a couple of feet from her the whole time as he sipped his glass and asked her about her job, her family, a dog she mentioned.

When she’d finished her tequila she tapped at the glass with her fingernails and looked at Harry curiously, “So, um… should I be going now? What’s the plan?”

Harry laughed and gulped down the last of his tequila before clearing his throat nervously, “If you want to go you can but um…” he licked his lips and sat the glass down on the table next to his side and planted his green gaze on her pretty eyes, “I’m going to head to my suite in a bit. It’s really nice and big. Would you want to go back there with me?”

Y/n grinned and squinted her eyes at him, “What for? Are you planning on making a move on me or something?”

Harry sputtered out a laugh and his adorable dimples dug into his face. He hadn’t expected her to say it right then but he could tell she was a bold person. Knew from the start, when she got his attention with her sunglasses that she wasn’t shy and wouldn’t need lots of guidance. Which he preferred. Timid women were nice and all but Harry didn’t like to be the one to make the first move in most cases. He felt that wasn’t fair. He was famous and handsome and it was unlikely a girl would turn him down so he liked it when he was pursued a little. He liked it when the other person made the suggestions and led the way a bit. Felt more authentic that way.

“Do you want me to make a move?”

Y/n sighed and grinned back at him, “You’re not answering my question,” she turned to face him, the glitter on her arms rubbing off onto the couch. “Is that what this is? Because so far you’ve just made a bunch of small talk and you’ve listened to me ramble on about my boring job.”

Harry nodded. Fair enough.

“Okay. Yes. I wanted to make a move. But I feel like doing that in my suite gives us more privacy rather than here. It’s up to you, though.”

“There it is. So this was just a way for you to get me to come back to your room with you.” She smiled as she teased.

Harry laughed a breath out of his nose and nodded, “Yes, Y/n. I hoped you’d come back to my room with me. Will you?”

“Can I kiss you first and then make that decision? I need to know what I’m getting myself into before you get me all alone in your suite.”

Harry gulped and felt his chest get warm. Yes, she was perfectly bold. Exactly what he hoped.

He nodded, “Okay.” He scooted himself toward her body and she moved her hands up to his shoulders and laughed quietly at the absurdity.

Harry smiled and just before he could laugh with her he felt her soft, glossy lips on his and he melted. Her lips were warm and tasted like strawberries from the lip gloss she was wearing and her body was suddenly pressed into his.

When she licked over his lips Harry groaned as he opened his mouth to let his tongue slide out against hers. It all happened so fast and his head was spinning.

She determined she liked, no loved, the way he kissed. A little messy and wet. Plenty of tongue and small moans fell from his lungs. His lips were puffy and soft and she’d never imagined in her life that she’d get to feel his lips on hers but here they were licking and sucking and making out on a couch in his dressing room after his concert.

When she parted they both gasped and their expressions mirrored each other. Blown-out pupils, drooped lids, pink, wet lips, and harsh breaths inhaled into their chests.

“Yes. I’ll go with you to your room.”

They couldn’t go together. Out of necessity. She was taken in a separate car to his hotel and then ushered to the penthouse suite he was staying in.

And she understood the hullabaloo. She knew it was necessary. Not only had she been a fan of his since his One Direction days, and had seen how his fans were crazy, but she also got to see it with her own eyes all the young girls outside of the hotel waiting for him to appear.

His suite was just as posh as she thought it would be. Tall windows overlooked the city lights. The room she entered had tall ceilings, a piano along the wall, flowers on an elegant table, wainscoting wrapped the walls from edge to edge, large wooden doors with intricate carvings, a huge leather couch, and two wool woven armchairs on either side with a low-profile wooden coffee table in the center that looked antique. A huge flatscreen TV across from the couch, a chandelier above, expensive artwork adorned the walls, and a fireplace on the other side with another sitting area and plush pillows piled over the chairs.

Not wanting to wait another second to feel her lips on his, Harry pulled her into his arms and they continued right where they’d left off.

Wet lips and tongues gliding together slowly until Y/n pulled his elbow, “Let’s sit down.”

Harry followed her to the loveseat that faced the fireplace and gestured for him to sit as if it were her room. He nodded and sat, keeping his legs spread apart as he watched the pretty girl climb over him and straddle his lap.

The moment she sat down she felt him under her. He was rock-hard.

“You poor thing. Do you need help, Harry?” She looked at him innocently as he parted his pink lips and nodded.

“Yeah? What do you need then?” She dipped in to kiss him again as she rocked herself over him and he groaned at her moxy. She was quite confident. Harry was already in love.

“Anything. Whatever you want.”

She kissed down over his jaw slowly and heard his chest vibrate as she got lower. What did she want? Well, she wanted to look at him. Wanted to perceive his body up close without any clothes. Wanted to touch his skin and see his tattoos and kiss his pecs and his abs. She wanted to see him.

“Let’s get your clothes off. I want to see you, Harry.”

He was not shy about his body. He’d never been. He had absolutely no problem whatsoever hanging out naked in front of friends or wearing only briefs in front of his family. Though some would urge him to put clothes on, Harry didn’t care if anyone saw his schlong or his balls (well maybe he didn’t want his mom and his sister to see all that).

So when he began to take his clothes off and kept his eyes on hers she watched as he exposed skin little by little. His chest came into view. The laurels, the butterfly, the swallows… He was a god.

But then, when he stood to remove his pants she got to her knees and stuck her fingers into the band of his Calvin Klein underwear, and looked up at him, “Can I take these off of you?”

“Please.”

She smiled at the please. She was tempted to run her palm over the large bulge under the fabric of his briefs first but she decided she couldn’t wait any longer to see him. The moment she pulled the stretchy material down and his cock plopped outward toward her face she moaned as she looked at it closely. Continuing to pull his briefs down his legs, she kept her eyes on his hardened organ. It looked heavy.

“Harry…” she breathed out a moan and looked up at him in all his naked glory. It was even better than she imagined. “Fuck.”

Running her hands up his thighs she focused on the tiger tattoo and delicately kissed over the ink. The solid tissue under his skin was taut. He was strong. His thighs were thick with muscles. Good for a nice hard fuck with lots of stamina, she imagined.

“Can I touch your pretty cock, Harry?” She asked him as she looked up from her spot on her knees. Y/n was still fully dressed but she needed to worship his body for a bit first. It was very important. His build was perfection and he deserved the praise and attention for it.

“Yes, please.” He nodded.

She grinned and tilted her head, “I love it when you say please.”

She turned her focus to the thickened cock before her. He was so hard the foreskin was effectively pulled back revealing his engorged, pink tip. Smooth and pretty. She flattened her palms along either side of his dick over his trimmed pubes and let her fingertips reach up to the laurels at his hips before she grazed her thumb along his shaft.

Harry gasped as he watched her touch him and inspect him. He loved her attention.

“You’re so warm,” she cupped her palm under his shaft and lifted upward. “It’s heavy.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips over the laurels on his hips and sighed as his cock nudged against her chest. The man was incredible. A work of art. She smoothed her palms upward to his stomach and over his abs, tight and well-muscled. Masculine. Pretty.

Y/n had always appreciated how attractive and fit Harry was from afar. Making up scenarios in her head that allowed her to touch him and lick him and do ungodly things to him. Imagining he’d pluck her from the crowd and invite her backstage and then bring her back to his room and fuck her brains out. And she felt like her fantasy was now becoming a reality.

“I’ve always wanted to touch you and see you up close. You’re so sexy, Harry,” she purred as she brushed her hands down to his sides and around his low back as she looked up at him standing over her, “Can I put it in my mouth?” She directed her eyes to his cock and then back up to him.

“If you want. Is it easier if-“

“Just like this. Just need you in my mouth,” she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and lifted him upward, and licked the underside of his cock all the way to the tip. He tasted clean. She could tell he’d showered after the show. He smelled good and he looked even better.

Harry wasn’t sure what to do with his hands but he settled on putting his fingers at the back of her head gently. Not to push her or force her down but just to feel her in his hands and to touch what he could reach.

Kissing the ridge of his frenulum she kept her eyes upward on his as she widened her mouth and put her tongue out before gently wrapping her lips around his smooth tip. Harry’s mouth dropped open as he watched her take him.

She licked and sucked the tip as she slowly stroked him at his base. Pulling back she smiled up at him, “You’re so long. I don’t think I can take you all the way. I’m gonna do my best to make it feel so good for you.” With that, she put his tip back into her mouth and got to work.

Harry groaned and let out the smallest whine, “S’okay. You’re perfect. Just like that, angel.”

She smiled around him and moaned softly at the little nickname. Angel. She figured that was cute.

With her free hand, she brushed her fingers over his thigh and the fine hairs over his skin. There wasn’t any single part of him that wasn’t gorgeous.

Bobbing her head and getting into a good rhythm she found that she could take him a little more. He was still quite thick, though, and it proved difficult.

“You don’t have to… fuck, fuck!” Harry moaned. She felt so good around him doing it just like she was. If she couldn’t deep-throat him he’d still be the happiest man on the planet at that moment. “Don’t have to go so deep. I wanna taste too…” he panted his words.

She pulled back when she tasted his precome and kissed her lips down his shaft to his pubes, seeing flecks of her glitter in the thatch of hair that surrounded his thick base, and then looked up at him before shifting to stand up. She dipped in to kiss his butterfly tattoo, gently poking her tongue out as she went and then upward to his pecs. Using her tongue she lapped at the muscle and wet his nipple before kissing all around, feeling his hair tickle her lips as she let her mouth drag over his skin. She traveled to the other side, her hands on his ribs, kissing and licking at his pectoral.

She sucked his nipple into her mouth and moaned when he gasped in response. Up she ventured to his swallows just under his clavicle, kissing the ink over his bone and skin and then his neck again.

“You’re gonna make me come just like this. Holy shit.” Harry was so hard it hurt and her lips on his skin felt like magic. “Please. Let me lick you too. Take this off.” He pleaded as he plucked at the fabric of her bodysuit.

Y/n stood back and began to unzip the back as she watched Harry. The girl was gorgeous already. Her hair with glitter and soft lips, round doe eyes… but when her tits softly bounced from the fabric she had them trapped under he nearly fell to his knees.

Her nipples were already tight and hard and the flesh that surrounded them was indulgent. Plump. He watched as she pulled the material down her body until she was nude. She’d had nothing on under her bodysuit.

Harry reached to cup her breasts and the moment his palms found her delicate skin and felt her nipples pressing into his hand he leaned down and wrapped his lips around her nipple.

Harry Styles pink lips were sucking on her nipple. The Harry Styles (she repeated in her mind). She didn’t know what sort of good thing she’d done in life to deserve having this happen but she would not question it. She stuffed her fingers into his soft curls and cooed at him, “Feels so good, Harry. I love having your mouth on my skin like this.”

Harry squeezed and kneaded and licked and sucked. He peppered kisses over every inch of her breasts until Y/n was keening and her fingers were tight in his hair.

He pressed his lips to hers and pulled her toward the big bed, her back hitting the mattress solidly before he climbed between her legs and moaned at the state she was in, “Just need a taste. Is that okay?” He looked up at her, his hands smoothing from the inner bend of her knee up toward the top of her inner thigh, inches from her pussy.

“Yes. Of course, it is.” She was going to say more but the words caught in her throat as she watched him go in tongue first. Her cushiony crease was damp and tasty.

Pushing her deeper into the bed, he kept himself between her thighs before putting his arms under her hip and pushing his shoulders against the back of her thighs to keep her spread and open for him.

He began to lick and lap as he watched her eyes. The scruff on his face brushed at her soft skin and her pussy lips felt it too. But she was not going to stop him. She hoped she had scruff burn, or whatever the equivalent of a carpet burn from being eaten out by a man with an overgrown trim on his face was called.

Soft and wet and cushy. Harry was gentle with his licks and kisses. He was wetting his lips and tasting her arousal, swallowing it down, and digging in a little deeper when she started to pant and swivel her hips.

Suddenly the quick flicking of his tongue on her clit caught her off guard from the subdued licking and kissing he’d issued her at first. She moaned as she watched his pink tongue ravage her button. He was pushing into it, flicking it, pressing it down, lifting it up, and then… then he looked into her eyes as he wrapped his lips around her clit and pulled it into his mouth. Slurping noises took over the easy slushy sound of his tongue licking through her folds.

“Harry!” She craned her neck to see what sorcery he was performing, “You’re so good. Right there… yes!”

He had a few go-to cunnilingus moves. This one always seemed to get the biggest reaction the fastest. It also brought women to orgasm in record time. It took some practice but he’d suck the clit and continue flicking his tongue while applying pressure with his mouth over the pelvis.

And the way she was squirming indicated she was enjoying it very much.

He released her clit and then went back to slow licks and kisses up her crease. He stopped at her entrance and lapped at the slick spot for a moment before sticking his tongue inside as far as it would reach. Nuzzling in as close as he could get, he poked his tongue in and out and nudged his nose to her clit, rubbing back and forth.

“Fuck! Yes… Oh my god!”

Harry gently rocked his hips down into the mattress. His cock was throbbing. But he wanted her to come.

Y/n saw his motion and could tell he must be aching. And as much as she’d have loved to let him take his time and eat her out it could take awhile to get her to come from that alone. But she knew one thing that would satisfy her like nothing else.

“H…Harry?” She panted her words as he continued working at her pussy with his mouth.

He lifted his face, “What is it?”

“Would you… Do you want to have sex?” She wasn’t sure if that was where this was headed. Oral sex was great of course. But she’d seen his cock and his body was strong and lithe and she knew he’d be good at fucking. It was all she could think of. Having him inside of her, splitting her open, moving into her repeatedly…

Harry sat up, his chest red and his cock even redder, “Sure. I mean… I’d love that. But this,” he gestured toward her and then himself before putting his palm back on her inner thigh, “is only just for tonight. I just want to make that clear. I’m still on tour and… well you know.” His breaths were deep and ragged.

He hated to give the spiel right then, but it hadn’t come up and if there was one thing he learned in all of his years of having casual sex, it was to be upfront even if it put a slight damper on the mood. It was better than waiting until afterward.

She nodded and grinned, “Well yeah. I didn’t think you’d propose to me or anything. I know what this is. Just for tonight.”

Harry and Y/n positioned themselves on the bed into the pillows and Harry reached over to grab a condom but Y/n took it from him before he could open the wrapper, “Let me put it on you, big guy.”

Harry clenched his jaw and watched the pretty girl tear the wrapper and then straddle his thighs as she held his thick shaft in her palm so she could position the condom over his head before slowly rolling it down over his shaft, “Mmm… It’s tight on you. You’re so big, Harry.”

His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Harry was a big fan of having his ego stroked. Loved being complimented. Praised. Loved when his cock was fawned over.

When the condom was on, Harry grabbed her hips as she climbed over him, lowering her pussy against his condom-covered cock and slipping up and down his shaft to wet the condom.

Glitter was everywhere. On his torso, on her tits, his shoulders, her thighs. She was too far gone to worry about what that could mean for later. She just wanted to feel him inside of her. She ached to have him inside of her.

Their mouths met again as they moved slowly together. Y/n could feel Harry’s tight grip on her thigh and then as he moved one hand to cup her ass, he squeezed and bucked up gently.

She couldn’t wait to get him inside of her so she lifted herself to her knees and placed her hands on his shoulders, “Can I fuck myself on your pretty cock now? You ready to feel me?”

Harry moaned, “God yes.”

Harry was in awe of how she was speaking to him. Not shy and not over the top with how she was taking the lead either. She still allowed him to do things he wanted, but she took initiative and it was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced.

She grasped the base of his cock and looked down to where they were pressed together as she placed him at her entrance. Harry’s rigid cock was thick and she felt how tight the fit was the moment she slid down over his crown.

Harry groaned and moved both of his hands to her tits and squeezed as she took her time sitting over him.

“You’re so hard, Harry. So thick. Do you feel that?”

Harry’s head was spinning. Y/n was exactly what he needed for the night. The perfect combination of sexy and bold. An angel who knew what she wanted and took it. “Yes, angel… god… gonna dream of this forever,” he looked into her eyes once she was finally seated over him, his dick pressed into her so deep she was sure there had never been anyone that had reached that far into her before.

She knew this was just for the night. Understood Harry’s reasoning and figured that’s what this was going into it. But this was something she’d never forget. She’d always look back on this fondly. And even though he was looking at her in such a way that felt far more intimate than it should, she wouldn’t allow herself to wonder what it would be like to see him again. Because that was definitely not going to happen.

When she began to glide up and down shallowly they both panted in shaky breaths. Harry was glad the condom was giving him the slightest barrier so he didn’t come immediately. Because her tits and her skin, the soft specs of glitter, her lips, and tight pussy were begging for his orgasm. Begging for his come. Everything about her was sex. A gift in the form of a glittery angel that was coaxing and urging an orgasm from him.

“You’re gonna make me come so hard. Fucking perfect,” Harry whispered as she slowly ground over him and pressed her clit into his pelvis.

She nodded and smoothed her hands up, one at the side of his neck, the other on his jaw, “Yeah? My pussy feels so good, doesn’t it? Nice and tight around you. I just know I’m gripping the fuck out of your big cock.”

She moved slowly over him. Gently riding herself on his dick and keeping her clit stimulated as they kept their eyes on one another.

Finally, she leaned in and pressed her lips on his neck and squeezed at the opposite side of his throat as she nipped his skin and drew her mouth upward to his jaw, “God it feels so good, Harry.”

It did feel good. The best maybe. She loved that she got to be in control a little. Loved how he was letting her take the reigns. But she did want him to fuck the life out of her. Put his strong muscles to work. To make a loud chorus of sex sounds and moans bouncing off the walls of the suite.

Stopping her gentle rocking and grinding she licked into his mouth slowly before pulling away, “I need you to fuck me so hard that I feel it for days. Okay? Since this is all we get, want to take you with me through the week.”

Harry let out a whimpered laugh as she removed herself from his lap. Harry followed her and climbed over her as she laid herself down on her back.

He would give her exactly what she wanted. Harry could fuck. That was for certain. He didn’t work out as hard as he did for no reason. And he was attentive so he knew he could at least make it fun. He hoped to give her an orgasm and that was the goal. But if she wanted it hard, wanted to feel him for days, he’d make sure of that.

He pushed himself between her thighs and pulled her hips toward him, elevating her bum off the mattress the slightest as he placed his fingers on her clit, “I’ll fuck you hard, angel. But you tell me if you need anything or you need me to stop. Okay?”

Y/n nodded and grinned at him, “Give it to me, Harry,” she moaned and rolled her hips upward, pressing her clit into his hand. Her thighs were angled upward with her feet flat on the mattress, her bottom resting between Harry’s thighs as he sat back on his haunches. This position would give him plenty of leverage to fuck into her hard and deep using his strong thighs.

Harry’s whole shaft was already coated in her as he lined himself up with her pussy. Removing his fingers from her clit he leaned forward and gave her tits an obligatory squeeze before he pushed his tip in, feeling the tight snap of her muscle expanding and receiving him.

They moaned in unison at the feel of him entering her slowly. He pressed in and slicked himself back out to the tip, watching the way she stretched around him, perfectly wet and aroused for him. And the next plunge he took wasn’t slow at all. She gasped as he slammed himself in to the hilt and held onto her hips, knocking her upward and making her tits bounce.

His pace was relentless and she knew it would be. He was strong and full of stamina. Each thrust and prod into her guts felt deeper and deeper and sharper and achier. She loved it.

She could barely get a single moan out with the way he was punching himself into her.

And just like she wanted, the sounds of sex surrounded them. Skin thudding together wetly, the smallest squeak of the bed rocked in time with his harsh thrust as he hammered into her, and their deep breaths and moans.

The view of her pussylips gripping him on each stroke was phenomenal. The smells, the sounds… The way her tits bounced and her mouth was dropped open. He knew at the very least she was enjoying it.

She moved her hand down her torso and to her clit while the other hand grasped onto one of Harry’s forearms where he kept a tight grasp on her hip.

Soaked. She was absolutely drenched. Her fingers slid over her throbbing button back and forth as Harry thrusted himself in and out deeper and deeper.

“This what you wanted, angel?” Harry asked the pretty girl who was quite clearly fucked out and flopping upward every time he plunged in balls deep.

Her tongue slid over her wet lips, “Oh! Fuck, Harry!” She gasped loudly.

Coming to a halt, he buried himself in until his balls were pressed into her bottom and he undulated his hips to punctuate just how deliciously deep he was inside of her.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his cock grinding into her, [TK1] “You’re fucking me so good right now,” her chest was rising and falling and Harry couldn’t help when he brought a hand up to her breasts to fondle and press over her nipples, thumbs gliding over the supple skin. She sucked in a sharp breath and stretched her neck, keeping her eyes on his, “But you can always go harder.”

Harry blinked and coughed out a laugh, “Really? You want harder? Can I spank you?”

Y/n nodded quickly, “Fuck yes.”

And that was that. Harry loved a good spanking (whether giving or receiving if he were honest). He pulled out from her sweet pussy and lowered himself over her to kiss her mouth quickly.

But the moment he pulled away she was sitting up and turning herself around to give him access to her ass. On her hands and knees, she looked at him from over her shoulder and noted the way he was taking her all in.

He whined and grabbed onto the globes of her bum and smushed the flesh in his hands. Smoothing his palms over the expanse of her backside he brought them down to the backs of her thighs and then back up, letting his thumbs drag inward and through her wet pussy crease before finally issuing the first harsh strike.

She jumped at the sudden impact but when his palm came down on the other side she melted into the way his big hands felt on her. The sting and the leftover burn. Repeated smacks on either side were interrupted when he slammed his cock into her.

“Fuck I need to be inside of this pretty pussy.” He continued smacking her bum as he drove into her with long and hard strokes, bucking into her with meaningful thumps.

Y/n grasped the blankets under her and kept herself steady but by the time he was finished bruising her backside, his hips began to rock into her at a jarring pace once again. She slowly began to slip forward from his force.

With the front of Harry’s thighs pressed into the back of hers he put an arm under her middle to keep her from slipping too far down. His other hand moved from her hip down to her bum and pulled at the cheek as he rutted into her, a steady clatter of bodies knocking together.

Y/n reached down to rub her clit again, pushing Harry’s arm out of her way. He breathed out a laugh but moved his arm, bringing his other hand to the other side of her bottom, pulling both cheeks apart so he could watch himself sink into her over and over again. Small bits of her white cream were smearing over his condom and he imagined what it might look like to fill her up with his come and fuck himself into her, pushing his own orgasm deep into her insides.

“Harry!” She managed to cry out. It was difficult to speak at all but she was so close and the way he was rocking his hips into her in heavy plunges was perfection.

“I know, angel! You gonna come?” Harry’s words were strained. He was holding out for her to come first. Wanted to feel the squeeze and the throb of her pussy around him.

“Yes! Keep going!”

Harry could feel her fingers brushing against his balls as she rubbed her clit rapidly.

“M’gonna come… please, Y/n! Come for me angel!” He was trying his very best to stave off his orgasm but the view of her taking him and the sounds of him wetly plunging into her were sending him over the edge.

Suddenly Y/n removed her fingers from her clit and brought her hand behind her to grab Harry’s and pulled it forward, placing his palm over the front of her neck, “Choke me.”

Harry groaned as he put one palm flat onto the mattress next to her and used his other hand to squeeze at the sides of her neck. His strokes became slower, his hips pasted to her, pushing inward deep and heavy and sticky.

She sucked in one desperate gasp before his grip tightened just enough that she began to feel that sparkly, wooly stupor she loved with being gently choked. She reached for her clit and all she could focus on were the sounds of Harry grunting and moaning softly into her ear and the feel of his cock lodged deep into her guts. He wasn’t pulling back, only fucking himself forward, deeper and deeper as she submitted to her orgasm.

Harry could hear her wet gurgle and feel the way she vibrated under his body as he rocked into her and then the pulse of her soft walls, wrapped around his cock, gripping him tight as she fell into the realm of stupor and ecstasy.

He let go of her neck and straightened himself out, putting his hands onto her bottom and spreading her as he began to pound into her, long, smooth strokes of his cock nudging into her insides, stretching and splitting her as she came with shaky thighs.

“Fffucckk!” He threw his head back, the image of her swollen, wet, fucked out pussy seared in his brain as he began to come into his condom, filling it up with warm liquid. He groaned loudly into the suite as his balls were being properly drained, wishing, imagining he was giving her his come, coating her insides with him where her body would receive, swallow it, and use it accordingly.

“Oh my god, Harry!” Y/n gasped. He had nudged himself in as deep as he possibly could and the throb of his heavy cock in her felt like decadence. She couldn’t wait to check out the marks his fingers left behind the following day. The little secret only she’d know.

They collapsed together into the bed, Harry pulling out and carefully taking his condom off, discarding it on the floor without much care.

“You’re gonna stay here with me tonight?”

She let her fingers slowly work their way up his abs and over the butterfly, “If you want me to. I don’t mind leaving.”

She didn’t want to leave and Harry didn’t want her to either.

“I want you to stay. I’ve got a wake up at 9 am for a training session so, we can get you a taxi to your hotel or wherever you need then,” he sighed and dug an arm under her shoulder, dragging her toward himself.

Closing her eyes and smiling into his shoulder she nodded, “That sounds great.”

It was a shame this was all only for the night. He’d been an excellent lover, but it was fair of course. He was a busy, famous, pop star. She couldn’t blame him for setting that boundary. She was glad she even had the chance with him at all.  This would definitely be something she’d never forget.

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Matchmaker

Lo’ak x Omatikayan fem reader (All aged up)

Warnings: dom lo’ak, oral (fem receiving), p in v, multiple orgasms, choking, creampie (breeding kink), cursing, jealous Neteyam at the end.

Synopsis: You had a crush on Neteyam, but lo’ak was the one that had eyes for you. When you go to express your feelings to Neteyam, it seems as if he’s more interested in playing matchmaker than he is in you. But when it’s all said and done, he soon realizes that he made a huge mistake.

You were among the elite kids in the clan, as your mother and father were very skilled hunters who often led the huge hunts. But most would say that you were very different from the other people your age. You didn’t drink, or smoke. You didn’t party much, and you always stayed out of trouble. You pride yourself on being the best daughter possible. You were a very smart, skilled warrior, and one of the most sought after woman in the clan.

Although you got a lot of male attention, you were only focused on one boy in particular. Neteyam sully. You were absolutely head over heels for him, but it didn’t seem like he saw you as anything more than a friend. His younger brother on the other hand, couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Lo’ak made it very known that he liked you, and you would be a fool to say that it didn’t boost your confidence. However, you wished it was Neteyam.

You were pretty shy, and you didn’t want to make the mistake of telling Neteyam you liked him because it could be a large possibility that he didn’t like you back. However, your mother always taught you to go for what you wanted, no matter how scary or out of reach it seems.

So when you saw lo’ak and Neteyam talking to eachother after training was done, you thought you’d kill two birds with one stone. Telling Neteyam that you liked him infront of lo’ak would surely hault his advances. Or so you thought…

You walked over to them, watching as they engaged in a conversation. You stood infront of them for a moment, surely hoping that they noticed you. However, the didn’t. You cleared your throat loudly, causing the brothers to turn their attention to you. A friendly smile crept across Neteyam’s face. Lo’ak licked his lips quickly, wiping the corners of his mouth swiftly to hide his arousal.

“Hey, Neteyam. I-I umm-… I wanted to talk to you, if that’s ok?” You asked, a lighthearted smile plastered across your face. You fiddled with your fingers nervously as he nodded.

“Ofcourse y/n. What’s up?” He asked with slight urgency. You never really talked to him unless it was in a group setting, so he assumed that you needed him for something important. And he was always glad to help.

“I-I know this is probably going to be so out of the blue, but umm-. I like you. Have for a while now. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. You know, just you and I?” You blurted out, letting out a sigh of relief once you got that off of your chest. Your fingers Interlocked with eachother behind your back as you awaited an answer. However, all you were met with was alot of awkward silence, both boys staring at you in confusion.

You wanted to melt into the moss beneath you. You were so embarrassed. You really didn’t know what to expect, but the silence and the blank stares sure wasn’t it. “D-Did I say something wrong? I-I’m sorry! Just forget it, please-“ you rambled, before turning to walk away. You felt a firm hand on your arm, turning you back around. Neteyam, ofcourse.

“I-Im sorry. I didnt mean to make you embarrassed. I just thought-“ Neteyam started, waving his finger in between you and lo’ak. Signaling that he believed you and his baby brother had something going on. Your eyes widened in realization, immediately shaking your head.

“Oh, no! What? Absolutely not! Lo’ak and I are just friends! Right, lo’ak?” You smiled, peering over at lo’ak. He scoffed, eyeing you up and down.

“Absolutely not, huh?” Lo’ak asked, a hint of disappointment in his voice. It was clear that you were too harsh, and you’d hurt his feelings. Ofcourse, you thought lo’ak was hot, but if you had any chance with Neteyam, you had to play it cool. And if you were being honest, Neteyam was better in your opinion.

“Oh, lo’ak. I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.” You spoke softly. Seeing a visibly upset lo’ak got Neteyam thinking. He tapped his brother on the shoulder, making eye contact with him. A few quick nods, and slight smirks before their eyes were back on you. This time it felt alittle bit more…intense.

“I like you too, y/n.” Neteyam confessed, but you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not with that devilish smirk plastered across his face. But you decide to take it with a bright smile.

“But see….here’s the thing.” Neteyam continued, walking to your backside slowly. He gripped your shoulder firmly, bending down to your ear.

“Being the older sibling…nothings ever really all yours is it?” He asked before leaving a small peck on your cheek. You cocked an eyebrow, in confusion but you had an idea of what he was insinuating.

“I-I don’t know.” You spoke nervously.

“Listen. If you want me, you’ve gotta let my brother have a taste. Don’t leave him hanging.” Neteyam finally confessed, earning a gasp from you. Your eyes connected with lo’aks. His full of lust as he waved at you.

“What? I-I don’t— I’m not that kind of girl.” You shook your head hastily. “Oh, come on. I know you’ve got some slut in you somewhere.” Lo’ak spoke sensually, licking his lips slowly as he scanned your body.

“Excuse me?” You asked, an attitude forming quickly as you shifted your weight to one hip. Eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“Mmm, you’re gonna make me repeat myself? I said I know there’s some SLUT in you SOMEWHERE. Better?” He clapped back, taking a step closer.

“And if there was, you’d never see it.” You crossed your arms, ripping out of neteyams grasp to take a step closer.

“Oh please, Just give me 5 minutes and I’d have your little ass begging.” He growled with another step forward. He was dangerously close now, looking down at you with heavy aggression.

“Yeah yeah, that’s what they all say. You wouldn’t even LAST 5 minutes.” You spat, a small chuckle rumbling in your chest.

“Mmm, pussy’s that good huh? Let me try it out.” He teased. That was your last straw. Before you knew it, your hand flew across his face hard. So hard that he stumbled back a bit. Immediate regret washed over you with a loud gasp. Shocked by your own actions. He grabbed his jaw gently, his eyes meeting yours. But this time, they were filled with anger. You could feel the aggression radiating off of his skin.

“Well then. Im gonna go ahead and leave you two to it.” Neteyam spoke from behind you, but you were too busy focused on how angry lo’ak was, you’d never seen him like this before.

“Good luck, Princess.” Neteyam chuckled, patting your shoulder before walking off. “Don’t break her, bro. I might wanna try it later.” Neteyam joked, hitting lo’aks shoulder playfully on his was to leave.

“Mhm.” He hummed, his eyes not leaving yours. You gulped loudly, followed by a low whimper. “Lo’ak, I’m sorry. I-i don’t even know why I did that.” You apologized nervously. Hoping that it would be enough to satisfy him. But ofcourse it wasn’t.

He stood there for a moment. Awkward silence plagued the forest as low growls rumbled in his chest. Every hard breath revealing his defined muscles. Every clench of his jaw revealing the prominent veins in his neck. Scared was an understatement, you were terrified.

“Comere.” He spoke lowly, gesturing you with his finger. You would be a fool to think you could out run him, or fight him off. So you mustered up enough courage to take a step forward, cautiously.

“Closer.”

“Lo’ak i-“ you were cut off by his strong hand wrapping around your neck, yanking you dangerously close to him. You grabbed his wrist in defense, making sure that he wouldn’t squeeze your neck to the point of non-circulation.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry lo’ak please!” You pleaded, fear written across your beautiful face. “Yeah?” He asked, shaking you by your neck gently.

“YES!” You whined, nodding frantically. He squinted with a slight head tilt, eyeing you up and down for a moment while he thought about what he wanted to do to you.

“Mhm. Tryna figure out wether I should put you on my shoulders, and eat this pussy until you’re crying….” He started, running his hand down your torso, making it all the way to the band of your loincloth. Your breathing hitched, his fingertips so gentle against your skin. You could feel your legs tremble as he placed his hand inside of your cloth, using the pad of his fingers to massage your clit. A series of low whimpers escaping your lips, his just being inches away from yours.

“Or should I just get straight to it, and Fuck you like I hate you. Fuck you until you can’t speak, until you can’t WALK. Show you who the better brother is.” He finished, now teasing your entrance with his middle finger.

“Shit, I mean we do have all the time in the world, right babe? How about I just do both? Take my anger out on this pretty body of yours.” He spoke with a slight grin, his lips grazing yours with every word. It was like he didn’t even have to do any of that to have you hooked, you already were at this point. Maybe it’s the aggression, or the way he talked to you, the way you were at his completely mercy. But lo’ak was for sure the winner.

He began to untie your loincloth, letting it hit the ground beneath you. And in one fell swoop, you were on his shoulders in no time. Backing you against a tree so that your back was supported.

“Been waiting on this for quite some time now. Let me show you why I’m the better choice.” He spoke, looking up into your eyes as he sent a kiss to your throbbing clit. And before you knew it, he was devouring you. Sucking on your clit like a pacifier, and licking on the nub gently.

“Mmm, lo’ak…” you moaned, running your fingers through his braids. Only motivating him more. His technique began to get sloppy, spit dripping down his chin and to his chest as he lapped up your juices. Flicking your clit with his tongue as we glared at you with those beautiful eyes of his.

“Yess! Just like that, fuuuck…” you moaned, the volume increasing. Throwing your head back against the bark while he tongue kissed your core expertly. After a few minutes, you could feel your orgasm coming as your stomach began to tighten.

“Lo’ak I-I think I’m-“ you whined, meeting his devilish gaze, the gaze of a man who didn’t plan on stopping, wether you came or not.

“Mhm.” He hummed into your core, flicking your clit again. This completely sent you over the edge. Your legs began to shake around his head, eyes rolling all the way back as you let go on his face. He licked your essence greedily, growling with every swallow. And to your suprised, he didn’t stop. He continued his abuse on your sensitive clit.

“Ok ok! I-I can’t take it lo’ak!” You screamed, pushing on his head gently, causing him to hold you tighter, while he ate you like you were the last meal he’d ever have.

“Squirt, and I’ll let you go.” He mumbled, sending vibrations through your entire body. He sloppily kissed your clit a few times before going back to work. Writing his name into your cunt like you were his property.

“I-I CANT!” You whined, attempting to use your hands to climb up the tree, being completely unsuccessful. Your legs began to shake again, the overstimulation consuming you.

“Stay fucking still! Or so help me GOD!” He roared. You whimpered, watching him attack your clit again. “T-Toooo much…” you mumbled, out of breath as your cunt began to clench around nothing.

“It’s called a punishment, baby.” He moaned feeling your clit jump in his mouth. He watched you intently, your erratic breaths telling it all.

“Let go, and I’ll stop.” He teased, letting his spit cascade down your clit before sucking it up. Your eyes began to cross, mouth falling agape as silent screams escaped your lips.

“Just like that, y/n. Let that shit go in my fucking mouth, you hear me?!” He growled, aggressively sucking your clit, taking your breath away in the process. And in an instant, you finally let go again, squirting all over the boy beneath you.

A loud whimper escaping as you held onto his head while you shook violently from your orgasm. He lapped up your juices again, some of it trickling down his chest, and completely soaking his own loincloth.

He sucked your sensitive clit one last time before pulling away with a small gasp. A line of spit connecting his swollen lips to your core as he glared at you. “You know what’s next, right?” He asked with a smooth tone, licking his lips slowly.

As much as you wanted it, you didn’t know if you could take anymore. And if his mouth had you shaking, you couldn’t even imagine what his cock would do.

You shook your head lazily, pretending to be oblivious as he lowered you to the ground. You could barely stand, leaning against the bark for support while he held your hips.

“Oh, you’ve forgotten already?” He teased, holding you in place with one hand while the other one untied his loincloth. You didn’t even need to look down to know what you were dealing with. His cock sprung up with a loud slap, very hard to miss. He grabbed it, placing it on your stomach, and you could feel the girth against your skin. It was so damn heavy, and the veins were prominent enough for you to feel as well. You could feel the wet trickles of precum running down your torso, and you gulped loudly.

For a moment, you two stared at eachother. Breathing heavily in anticipation. He moved alittle closer, until his lips were hovering over yours. So much tension that you could cut it with a knife. You moved your lips closer to his, and then he closed the gap. You two engaging in a passionate kiss. So hungry for one another. He grabbed your neck, squeezing it lightly as he deepened the kiss. Too short to wrap your arms around his neck, you wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

“I want you. I can’t wait any longer.” He mumbled against your lips, spinning you around aggressively. He pinned your arms over your head with one hand, using the other hand to line his cock up with your entrance, pushing it in slowly. You couldn’t help but moan as he stretched you out with every inch. Going deeper, and deeper until he completely bottomed out.

“So damn tight baby.” He whispered in your ear before kissing it, beginning to thrust into you slow and deep, making your eyes roll back.

“Lo’aaaak!” You whined, voice rippling from every hard thrust he sent you. He let your arms go, pushing your back down gently so that he could get the view he’s been dying for. He began to speed up, grabbing your hips for leverage. You could feel him in your stomach, mouth falling agape as he expertly played in your guts.

“Ohhh Great Mother- yesss!” You screamed as he began to plow you roughly from behind. Loud grunts and groans escaping his mouth as he watched your ass ripple against his pelvis with every stroke.

“Yeah baby. Im giving you that gooood dick, hmm?” He moaned, smacking your ass harshly. You winced, digging your nails into the tree infront of you.

“Yesss lo’aaak!” You whined, tears blurring your vision as he abused your sweetspot repeatedly. He reached around, grabbing your neck to bring you back into him harder. You whimpered, feeling kisses on your upper back while he drilled into you.

“You may be right about that 5 minutes. This pussy is driving me crazy, baby.” He groaned, your tight cunt squeezing him with every thrust. Your lingering slick revealed with every stroke. So wet that it was smearing his thighs, lines of your arousal connecting you two together. He was on the verge of losing it.

“Mmm fuuuck!” He moaned, squeezing your neck tighter as he sped up. The veins in his neck protruding with a loud growl. It was becoming too much for you, and you just couldn’t take this beating any longer.

“Lo’-Lo’ak i’mmm cum-minggg.” You cried, voice staggered from the violent thrusts he was sending directly into your sweetspot. He bit his lip, watching your body shake beneath him. And just like last time, he had plans to make you beg.

“Mhm. Cum on this dick. Let me feel that shit!” He growled, smacking your ass once more, squeezing the flesh harshly. And that was really all it took, your eyes rolled back as you came undone on him. Every stroke revealing his cream coated cock. But even after, he still didn’t stop.

He began to rut into you harder, and deeper. The sounds of skin clapping filling the forest. Your legs were starting to go numb, as you slid down slowly. But ofcourse, lo’ak held you in place, abusing your tight little cunt like his life depended on it.

“Lo’aaak pleaseeee. D-Don’t do this to meee.” You moaned, cheeks becoming wet from your own tears. He shifted his other hand to your neck as well, now rutting into you using it as leverage.

“Don’t do what, baby? Make you cum for the 4th time?” He teased, angling his hips up to jam into your sensitive sweetspot. “Ohhh, shit!” You squealed, eyes crossing from the overstimulation. “I-I don’t- I-I can’t-“ you stuttered deliriously.

“Mhmm, going dumb on this dick. Just how I like it.” He groaned, pulling your head back until your eyes met his. He teased you, hovering over your lips knowing how bad you wanted to kiss him.

“I love you, girl. You hear me?” He whispered, drilling into you nice and slow, hitting every spot possible. You bit your lip, eyebrows scrunched in pleasure. He’s told you that he loved you before, but you never really wanted to hear it. However, this was something different, so much more intimate than before. You could feel your muscles tightening again, just from those 3 little words. He had you completely whipped.

“I-I love you more.” You whined, meaning every fucking word. His ears perked in satisfaction, not thinking that you would respond back like that. He had been waiting to hear those sweet words for some time now, and fuck did it feel good to actually hear it.

“Tell me you’re sorry. For making me wait so fucking long.” He moaned, his grip on your neck becoming tighter.

“I-Im sooorry, baby. I’m so sorry.” You moaned. So genuine in your tone. You couldn’t believe you’d been denying yourself such pleasure, especially knowing that he was in love with you.

He kissed your lips, his thrusts becoming sloppy from his incoming release. You whimpered into the kiss, shaking violently in his arms while your came for the 4th time in 10 minutes.

“Yesss lo’ak! Im c-umm-minggg!” You mumbled against his lips. Your essence spilling to the moss with every stroke. “I know, baby. I-I’m almost done with you, ok? Just alittle longer.” He reassured, his cock twitching inside of you. You nodded lazily in his embrace as tears flowed down your temples. He kissed them away, tasting the salty liquid on your cheeks.

“I-I want your babies, lo’ak. please!” You cried, reaching around to hold his hips, just so he couldn’t pull out. His eyes went wide, gazing down at your fucked out expression. Surely you didn’t really mean that, right?

“Talk to me when you’re not delirious, baby. You don’t know what you’re saying right now.” He shook his head, his thrusts becoming lazy.

“Cum in meee!” You whined, eyes rolling back as your body signaled another orgasm approaching. Your walls began to flutter around him, and he could feel his orgasm building quickly as well.

You both began to breathe hard, inhaling each-others breath. “Lo’aaak, I-I can’t stop cumminggg!” You screamed, letting loose for the 5th time.

“Mhmm.” He hummed, eyes rolling back as he felt little squirts of cum making its way out of him. He tried, he really did. But with your beautiful moans, and fucked out expression, he had no choice but to cum inside of you. It was just too fucking good to stop.

“Oh fuuuuuck!” He muttered through a clenched jaw, throwing his head towards the sky as ropes of cum flooded your empty womb. He held you in place for a minute or two, emptying his seed in you with a few low growls.

And it was safe to say that you were now just as in love, if not more in love with him than he was with you. And you proved that with the weeks following this incident. All you wanted to do was be around him, hug him, kiss him. You were completely and utterly obsessed with him.

You had forgotten all about Neteyam. You wouldn’t even give him the time of day when he tried to talk to you. So, him being curious to know what happened, he talked to lo’ak about that night.

“Damn baby bro. What did you do to her? She acts like I don’t even exist anymore.” Neteyam chuckled.

“Listen, I don’t want to go into detail. But she’s mine now, bro. If you truly liked her, you shouldn’t have handed her off to me the way you did.” Lo’ak laughed. Neteyam was far from mad, he was actually happy for lo’ak. Yeah sure, Neteyam liked you, but lo’ak loved you.

“Shit, I’m surprised she’s not here right now. I can’t get time to myself anymore. It’s like that girl wants to live in my skin or something.” He chuckled, hitting his brother in the chest lightly. But it seemed as though he spoke too soon. 2 dainty hands wrapping around his torso from behind, followed by small kisses being planted on his back.

You peaked your head around from the side, looking up at your gorgeous mate. “Hey baby! I missed you.” You smiled. He smiled as well, bringing you around to the front of him, bending down to leave kisses all over your face. You both giggling at eachother.

Neteyams fists balled up slightly. The anger finally seeping in when he saw you two together. Maybe he was jealous, and had more feelings for you than he thought. But he sucked it up for the sake of his brother, plastering a fake smile.

“Lo’ak can we go? I have something to show you.” You spoke innocently, kissing his lips. “Oh yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow, already knowing what you meant. You nodded your head with your lip between your teeth.

The exchange alone made Neteyam’s blood boil, swallowing the lump in his throat slowly. Jaw clenching and unclenching quickly before letting out a sigh.

“I’ve gotta go bro. Something came up.” Lo’ak spoke, reaching out to Neteyam to do their handshake. Neteyam raised his hand, obliging with a forced smile.

“Ofcourse bro! I’ll see you around. Bye y/n.” Neteyam spoke, hoping that you would finally acknowledge him. Yet you didn’t, just a quick nod to him before pulling lo’ak away. Leaving Neteyam by himself, wondering how things could have been if he didn’t play matchmaker…

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[dee-the-red-witch]

Gah, been trying to avoid this because I'm dealing with so many things already, but...

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[enmi-land]

✶ৎ SMARTER BABY

📄 ────𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝖾

2024 pairing. poly!ot7엔하 x fem!member oc cw. suggestive themes, profanity, mentions of alcohol, making out; hyung line-centric req. mila dancing to lsrfm ‘smart’ & engenes/enha reaction ❨ BACK to LIBRARY ?! ❩

“YOU LOOK PRETTY.” Riki wrapped his hands around Mila’s waist form behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched her apply lip gloss in the mirror. “What’s the occasion?”

Mila was usually the type to dress up, but today it seemed she put a bit more effort into her appearance than usual — not that he was complaining.

She wore a cropped long-sleeve wrap top that showed off the curve of her waist where his large hands rested on her bare skin, just above a chain that hung loosely her like a belt and was decorated by several charms that chimed whenever she moved. She wore a matching white wrap skirt with layers of chiffon that were arranged like flower petals around her waist and a pair of white platform sandals that would make the shorter members of the group cry with the added boost it gave to her already impressive height.

It just so happened that when she got back from he schedules for the day, Mila had been invited to film a challenge for Le Sserafim’s new song, ‘Smart’. “You would actually eat this up, not gonna lie,” was the exactly phrasing Yunjin had used— which, to be perfectly honest, Mila wouldn’t argue with.

So of course Mila had accepted the request, because what else was she supposed to do? Besides, she had already wanted to do one in the first place: the song was constantly on her mind from the moment it released, and had her wishing that she was able to do a similar concept in the future.

“I’m going to film a challenge today with the girls,” Mila replied to Riki’s question. She looked at Riki after applying her lip gloss, their noses brushing against each other. “How does this look? It’s a new one.”

Riki’s eyes flickered down to her lips, a deep hum reverberating in his chest. He leant down and stole a kiss from her sweet lips. Mila gasped before slapping the young man in the chest, causing his chuckled to bounce off the bathroom walls with her giggles. As Riki leaned away from her hand trying to clean the lip gloss from his mouth, he furrowed his eyebrows as he swiped his tongue across his plump lower lip.

“Oh- strawberries?” he muttered in fascination.

Mila laughed at the younger’s expression. “That’s not edible, you idiot. Don’t go eating it while I’m gone.”

“Gone where?” Mila and Riki turned to see Jungwon standing at the door of the bathroom, his arms over his chest as he looked between the two. If Mila had looked, she would have noticed the way the younger male’s eyes raked over her appreciated, taking in the way her clothes perfectly complimented her figure.

“A challenge,” Mila said. “It was last minute, but Le Sserafim wanted to do one for their new song.”

She gently patted Riki’s hands, signalling for him to let go. Jungwon tilted his head as he and Riki followed the girl like lost puppies when she ventured into the kitchen, grabbing her handbag from the table. They had been so eager when their eldest noona had gone to her boyfriend’s dorms and their hyungs (save Sunoo, who was currently with one of his many non-idol friends) decided spend the night out drinking, thinking that it meant more time to spend for them to spend with Mila. But apparently, that was too much to ask of their workaholic girlfriend.

“What song are you doing?” Jungwon asked. He pulled Mila to him by the hips, lips jutted in a small pout as he rubbed his thumb against the home of the skirt, only to blink in surprise when it got caught in her waist chain. His breath caught in his chest as he slipped his finger away from the cold metal, letting it fall back onto the soft skin of Mila’s stomach. “This looks nice on you…”

Jungwon’s thumb traced a light path over the chain, smirking when he observed the slightest flex in the muscles of her abdomen. “Thanks,” Mila whispered.

Riki, not one to be forgotten, quickly, stepped behind Mila and took a seat on the chair behind her. In one swift tug, he brought the woman down on his lap. He hugged her closely with his chest against her back and his arms wrapped around her.

“I think I can guess the song,” he whispered as he placed a chaste kiss on her neck. He smiled cheekily as he slipped a finger under the chain around her waist and playfully tugged on it, evoking the childlike imagery of a young boy who would pull a girl’s pigtails to get her attention. “This doesn’t look like something you’d wear for ‘Easy’.”

Mila smiled at the youngest’s astute observation. It was hard to imagine the woman wearing such feminine clothing for a hip hop choreography. “You’re right. I’m doing ‘Smart.’”

Mila couldn’t help but be amused at the frown on Jungwon’s face as he took a hold of her hand. He gave it a light squeeze when she asked what was wrong. “Just try not to make it too sexy,” he said sulkily, “we already have too many Engenes trying to steal you away.”

“Awww, don’t worry. They’d have to get your permission first.” Mila cooed as she cupped the boy’s face and brought it down for a kiss on the lips. Mila turned to give Riki a kiss, leaving sugary lipstick marks on both of their lips as a reminder of her affections. “I have to go soon, but don’t miss me too much! Once I get back, we can cuddle and watch movies, promise.”

The two maknaes agreed (albeit sulkily) to let their girlfriend go for the night, watching as she walked away in her cute little outfit, her long legs carrying her away faster than they could turn to each other and think, The hyungs are going to go crazy.

THEY DID INDEED GO CRAZY. They were on their second button of soju when Sunghoon had pulled out his phone to check a notification he had received, only to end up freezing completely when he had clicked on it. The last thing he expected was to be directed to a video of Mila swaying her hips sensually in a miniskirt and waist chain like some sort of hypnotic effect pendulum meant to put viewers under a spell.

“What the fuck?” Sunghoon muttered under his breath, unable to tear his eyes off the screen of his phone— because damn it, why was she looking like that?

“What is it?” Jake asked, leaning over his best friend’s shoulder. The Australian male almost fell off his chair when he saw what was on Sunghoon’s screen. Jake cursed as he spilled his drink over his lap, reaching for tissues to dry the damp soaked his jeans over his thigh. “Shit!”

“What even?” Jay asked as he watched the man, both he and Heeseung having been distracted from their conversation because of Jake’s outburst. That’s when they noticed what was happening.

Sunghoon was holding his phone so close to his face it might as well be glued there. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration only made the two eldest males look at each other in confusion. Jay leaned forward, trying to peek at the younger male’s screen. “What are you doing?”

Sunghoon showed them the screen with a blank expression, as if saying, Look. We leave her alone for five seconds and she pulls this shit.

And like Sunghoon, the two eldest male’s had a similar initial reaction of complete silence.

Her tongue peeked out from between her plump, glossy lips and her eyes held a sultry look in them as she trailed the movement of her own hips while she turned her back to the camera. She bundled the long strands of her hair in her hands and lifted it to reveal the expanse of her back and shoulders, that damned red tattoo inked on the back of her neck.

And where did they even get started on the way her skirt (despite not being nearly as short as the stuff her stylists put her in) managed to draw attention to the curve of her ass, beset by the pinch of her waist in a way that made it impossible to look away, especially with how her hips were moving to the song.

For a while, it was completely silent and all of the completely still. But when a pair of college students in the booth next to the boys had looked over and managed to throw a not-so-discrete appreciative glance of the video on Sunghoon’s phone, the Ice Prince hastily shut it off and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. He took his glass of soju and emptied it in a single shot, throwing his head back with the aggressiveness of which he tipped the alcohol into his mouth.

“I’ll be back,” he said, before walking towards the exit of the restaurant like a man on a mission.

“What even?” Jay turned to watch the younger man leave. “Where are you going?”

Jake eyed his best friend for a moment. He quickly excused himself to go bathroom while Jay and Heeseung were distracted by Sunghoon’s sudden exit. Then he grabbed his phone from his pocket, his fingers typing a quick message after locating Mila’s phone contact.

You: i saw your new tiktok by the way

You: how come i didn’t get a warning?

Jake bit back a smile at his girlfriend’s reply.

Baby ❤️: surprise 😘

Jake almost fell off his chair when a Weverse notification followed her text, and he opened it to find a selfie of Mila in the outfit she wore during the TikTok. It was shot at a high angle and featured a very intentional focus on the low cut of her satin top, which dipped to reveal the slightest bit of cleavage and the tattoo that trail of stars tattooed from her left shoulder to her upper left breast. The caption: ‘Hope you like my gift~’

Fuck, Jake thought as he downed another drink. His girlfrien was going to be the end of him.

From across the table, Jay looked over Heeseung’s shoulder while the latter scrolled through the comments of the TikTok, thinking the exact same thing.

user1. HELLO?? MILANA?? BAI MINGLU?? 😭

user2. okay but why did mila have to go so hard on this

user3. GYAAATT DAYUM

user4. mila rlly be risking hip replacement surgery with those moves and i’m here for it 🙌🙌

Heeseung laughed at the last comment. He wouldn’t be lying if he hadn’t thought about just physically impossible it seemed that Mila could move the way that she did — especially when it came to her hip movements — and he got to see her dance almost everyday. He closed the comments to focus back on the video, eyes drinking in every detail and every movement.

“I’m smarter, baby, smarter~” Heeseung’s eyes drifted for he chain around her waist, watching the charms as they moved with ever sway of her hips, the way her skirt would accentuate her movements and lengthen her legs. There were two other girls in the frame with her — Kazuha and Yunjin — and yet his eyes remained on her the entire time. It was like the song was made for her, and yet she wasn’t even part of the group who sang it.

As Heeseung continue to smile down at his phone with pride and adoration, Jay turned his focus to his own phone, waiting the reply to the text he had sent Mila a few seconds ago.

You: make sure you get home safely ❤️

The reply came sooner than he would have thought.

천사  ❨ angel ❩ : is that all? nothing else? ☹️

Jay chuckled at her obvious attempt to coax praise from him.

You: get home safely first and then i’ll tell you anything you want

천사  ❨ angel ❩ : okay 💔

천사  ❨ angel ❩ : then i’ll rush home as soon as i’m finished here 💨

천사  ❨ angel ❩ : safely ofc

Jay smiled.

You: good girl ❤️

At that moment, Sunghoon appeared again, taking his seat next to Jake. Upon close inspection, one would notice the slight frown on his lips as he filled his glass again, silently speaking of what occurred while he was outside.

Sunghoon wasn’t going to admit that he had sulked about his girlfriend not inviting him to a private rehearsal of the ‘Smart’ choreography.

But, well, his members knew him well enough to infer that was what happened.

MILA KNEW HER BOYFRIENDS enough to know that by the time she got home, she was in for a mixture of sulking, praise and every other thing that lay in between those things. She had her phone to her ear as she unlocked the apartment, smiling as she spoke to Sunoo on the other end of the line, as the boy was yet to arrive home from his outing with his friends.

“You could have given us a warning before you sprung that on us,” Sunoo said. “I wasn’t mentally prepared.”

“Well, I didn’t know I was doing it either until a few hours ago.”

Sunoo laughed, followed by the sound of a car door opening. “What did I do to get such a sexy girlfriend? I think your hips are going to be the only thing in my mind for the next three days. You need to let me breathe before you pull something else like that again.”

Mila hummed. “I was thinking of doing an encore performance though,” she teased. “Maybe I should cover Yunjin-eonnie’s part on the floor?”

“Byeol-ah,” Sunoo said in a serious tone, causing Mila to pause on the middle of taking off her shoes. But his next words immediately erased any worry she might have had that something was wrong. “If you get on your knees in front of a camera, don’t expect the hyungs to be able to control themselves.”

Mila burst out into laughter. “And what about you? Are you included with the ‘hyungs’?”

There was a small silence before Sunoo replied, “You know I’d last longer than any of them.”

There was a sly undertone in Sunoo’s remark, as if he were both pointing out a known fact as well as proving a point. Mila’s face heated up at the suggestion — and yet, she couldn’t find it in her to deny it. Sunoo may not be as eager to show off as the others, but that didn’t mean he had nothing to show off if he wanted to… And, well, Mila would admit Sunoo was not as easy to drive insane as her other boyfriends were.

Speaking of the devil, Mila thought amusedly, when Heeseung appeared in front of her, arms wide for a hug. Mila laughed as she wrapped her arms around his middle, letting him hug her tightly to his chest and rocking their bodies back and forth. It was clear that he wasn’t fully sober. But Mila simply let him be, allowing the older to shower her in face with aggressive kisses and giggling when he bit her cheek.

“Mila is home,” Jay announced as he walked over to the duo, eyes warm with mirth as he looked Mila up and down. “You’re back now?”

Mila nodded. “Safely,” she said, reiterating their conversation through text earlier on. Jay smiled and stroked the top of her head.

“Good job today, you were perfect.”

Mila chirped a thank you in response, basking in the older male’s praises. At that moment, Sunghoon and Jake appeared from inside the shared bedroom of Sunoo, Sunghoon, Riki and Jungwon. Heeseung pulled away from Mila, allowing her to be swept away by Sunghoon who wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind and and pulled her to his chest.

“Finally,” he mumbled as he rested his cheek against hers. “Your TikTok filming took forever.”

Jake reached out to her waist, his eyes trained on the chain around her waist much like Jungwon had before Mila left. He didn’t say anything, simply admiring her while Sunghoon clung to her, seeking her affection. Mila giggled and kissed him on the lips. She only intended it to last for a second, but Sunghoon cupped her jaw, turning her head to him to grant him better access to her lips.

He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip, causing Mila to emit a small whine when he nibbled on the soft flesh with the point of his canine fangs. Sunghoon chuckled, before pulling back, unable to contain his amusement at her reactions.

“What was that for?” she protested. She looked at Heeseung. “Oppa, he bit me. Look.”

Heeseung chuckled. “Where? Let me see.” He tilted her chin up, his thumb brushing against her plush lower lip which jutted out as she pouted. Meanwhile, Sunghoon scoffed, lightly knocking away Heeseung’s hand. It just so happened that the door to the dorm opened, signalling Sunoo’s return from his outing.

“Oh, he’s back,” Sunghoon said. “I’m going to see if he bought the thing I asked from him.”

“Anyway,” Jay said with a smile, “Sunoo’s back now. Why don’t you get changed so we can watch a move together like you mentioned before? I’ll go get the movie set up.”

Heeseung followed him. “I’ll come with you.”

“Okay, then I’ll go get changed,” Mila said.”

Jake suddenly snapped out of his reverie, as if someone slapped him in the face. “Oh— wait a second… Why not wear it for a little longer? And you know… maybe even show us the dance again.”

Jake’s words caused Mila to burst out laughing. She playfully pushed him by the shoulder, but he chuckled his hand gripping her by the waist and pulling her with him as he staggered backwards.

“What?” Jake asked with a pout. “Don’t you love us anymore? Your poor boyfriends want to see you dance, is that too much to ask for?”

Mila rolled her eyes, pushing the male down onto the couch. “I doubt dancing is the only thing you want to see.” Mila smiled as she took a seat on Jake’s lap, her arms around his neck. She smiled sultry as she leaned into his ear, her lips brushing against his earlobe. “See if you can leave the movie early. I’ll show you then.”

Jake was almost embarrassed at how quickly he agreed. But then again, who was he to refuse? He had to play it smart.

BONUS SCENE. ‘WORK HARD IN SECRET’

“I’m smarter baby, smarter. Smarter baby, smarter.” Mila sang softly as she walked to her room, taking her earrings off along the way. She couldn’t wait to get changed into her pyjamas and cuddle with her boyfriends. She opened the door, only to jump in surprise when she saw Jungwon lying on her bed.

Mila laughed. “You scared me.” She walked to the bed and placed her earrings on the bedside table. “What are you doing in here? I thought you and Riki went to buy ice cream.”

They had texted her just as she was nearing the house that they went on a walk together, so she hadn’t expected to find Jungwon waiting for her inside her room. “We got back not long before you. Ni-ki went to shower and the hyungs were too loud so I decided to hide here until you got back.”

Mila hummed, not suspecting anything of the younger boy’s explanation. But she didn’t know the full story behind why Jungwon was here: in truth, since watching her TikTok challenge for ‘Smart,’ he already had a feeling that one of the hyungs would steal her away for the night. So naturally, he decided to get to her first, so that they could have alone time together.

But that was neither here nor there.

Jungwon sat up on Mila’s bed, watching as she removed the bracelet from her wrist. She began to reach for the clasp of their waist chain, only to be stopped by Jungwon’s hand reaching out to grasp hers. The woman raised a questioning brow as Jungwon pulled her towards him.

“Leave it on,” Jungwon said. He smiled as he pulled her in between his legs, his hands resting on her waist where the chain lay. “I like how it looks on you.”

Mila smiled, leaning towards him, so that her hands rested on his neck. They then smoothed their way down the breadth of his shoulders, reminding her of just how broad they were. “Yeah?”

Jungwon hummed deeply. “Especially when you were dancing.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, dark eyes taking in the sight of Mila before him. He was reminded of the way she moved when she danced, hips swaying rhythmically and effortlessly. His hands tightened around her waist, thumbs seeking the coolness of her chain. Mila smiled, endeared by his expressiveness. She leant down to place a soft kiss on his lips with the full intention of making it short and sweet.

But she was taken off guard when he suddenly hooked his hands behind her thighs and tugged her down on to his lap so that she straddled his waist, her skirt hiking up to expose more of her thighs and their bare skin to his touch. But despite her surprise, she didn’t fight him. Nor did she want to.

Mila could only surrender to the strength of his hold on her, knowing well she wouldn’t be able to escape — not that she wanted to anyway. She fully welcomed the possessive touch of his mouth as it devoured hers, lips locked in a passionate exchange of strawberry lip gloss and traces of vanilla ice cream.

Jungwon hummed when Mila’s nails scratched against his scalp and her slender fingers dragged their way through his hair, bringing his mouth closer to hers. At the same time, he pulled her even closer than before, his fingers massaging their way up her soft thighs and beneath her skirt, until the palms of his hand rested just underneath the curve of her ass.

He kept his hands there, using them to press Mila even closer against him, her soft breasts pressed against his firm chest and plush thighs bracketing both of his sturdy ones. The only barrier between them was their clothes. As his tongue swiped across her fleshy pout, licking the taste of strawberries clean from her lip, she mewled softly against his mouth, melting against him completely.

And later, when Mila left her room with a pair of swollen lips and a poorly hidden hickey, Jungwon’s hyungs were left wondering when their baby leader became such a cunning feline.

Perhaps, they thought, he was the real smart one here.

NOTE jokes on the hyung line, they got upstaged by one of their maknaes 🥴 but srsly jungwon is drelt becoming such a problem - like he turned 20 and chose violence… that man needs to stop 🫠 on another note it’s my first time writing smth this spicy for him since he became an adult last year, funny it took me this long to even write about him making out with know touching and stuff 😆

TAGLIST. @em1ejiee @menichoi

#◌ 🌸 ˴ milana bai . ˚◞ ★̶̲ ꒱ #enhypen female oc #enhypen 8th member #enhypen added member #enhypen eight member #enhypen extra member #enhypen female member #enhypen fem oc #enhypen x oc #enhypen female addition #enhypen oc #enhypen addition #enhypen poly #kpop added member #kpop female addition #kpop female member #kpop oc #kpop female oc #kpop addition

[sturnioloshacker]

girly girlfriend - a matt sturniolo short

a/n: requested by anon; lowercase intended

summary: matt adores his girly girlfriend who is obsessed with spending money 

matthew found himself captivated by y/n, his girly girlfriend with an obsession for the latest makeup products and trends, cute clothes, and perfectly manicured nails. y/n’s room was full of vibrant colours, with shelves overflowing with cosmetics. despite the endless shopping spree days that left her wallet almost empty and her credit card almost declining, the boy couldn’t help but adore how effortlessly drop-dead gorgeous she looked every time he saw her. the way her eyes twinkled with excitement each time she discovered a new shade of lipstick and her massive wardrobe was filled to the brim with clothing items that left him shell-shocked every time. 

as they walked hand in hand in downtown los angeles, y/n’s lit up at the sight of a trendy clothing store that had just opened. looking up at matt with her big hazel doe eyes, she silently begged to be let loose in that joint, knowing that there’d be plenty for her to look at, try on and bring home. matt smiled and let go of her hand, signalling her to go crazy. with a squeal, the girl runs in and starts her search. matt follows behind her, joy in his eyes as he watches his cute angel splurge on what she loves. 

“matty,” she whines.

“you okay, princess?”

“can you come to the fitting rooms with me? i want to show off for you!”

matt nods in agreement and is immediately dragged to the fitting rooms. y/n puts on the first outfit and opens up for matt to see, giving him a twirl so that he can see everything. his jaw dropped in pure adoration. his girl looked so cute in her flowing mini skirt and long sleeved crop top.

“you, my love, are so fucking adorable. keep that one just for me, okay?”

“okay, pretty boy,” she giggles as a blush spreads across her rosy cheeks.

as their relationship deepened and their love blossomed, matt found himself so in love and so fascinated by y/n’s creativity and how involved she is in self-confidence and self-expression. while others questioned how much y/n spends on herself, he cherished how unique she was. y/n, in turn, appreciated her boyfriend’s unconditional love and support as she continued to spend her money on stuff that she loved and on stuff that was necessary to boost her confidence and love for herself and her body.

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets fluff #sturniolo triplets x reader

[lxvxwritings]

Record me (pt.1)

pairing: eren x reader

word count: 1.2k

cw: afab!reader, pwp, dom!eren, sub!reader, little corruption kink, voyeur eren??, pet names (princess, love), degradation, name calling (slut, whore), finger sucking, tongue sucking, spitting on your pussy, pussy slapping (once), consensual recording, masturbating (f), fingering

You were in the kitchen grabbing a glass of water because you were going to combust. You needed to have your boyfriend between your legs telling you the nasties things.

After drinking, you walked to the living room where Eren was watching tv. He looked at you and smiled and you were biting your lower lip trying to gain the courage to ask him to rearrange your guts. You were quite shy and didn’t know how to ask for these things. 

“You need something?” said Eren a little playful. “Come here.” Signaling you to sit in his lap. 

“I need you, Eren.” 

He positioned you straddling his hips. “What does a naughty girl like you want?” His voice was deep in your ear and you were trying to suppress a whimper. Your hands were around his neck and you positioned your pussy in his clothed dick. One of his hands was on your waist and the other was going up to grab a handful of your hair, pulling it a little. 

“Answer me.” 

“N-need your dick, please.”

Eren let an airy laugh and started to kiss your neck. You moaned and couldn’t wait to feel his semi-hard dick on your pussy. You moved your hips, trying to feel the friction that his pants would give to your needy clit. Eren’s hand traveled with the other to place them on your waist, while he was biting your ear softly, he rocked his hips with yours. You noticed how his hands were now on your front, caressing your boobs and stroking very gently your nipples, without making them too hard, just to give you enough pleasure to keep you going. 

“Aah” you said softly while moving faster on his now hard dick. He separated you from his neck and squeezed your neck a little bit to make you look at him. “I want to see you play with your pussy for me.” Your eyes widened and you noticed how your face started to be warmer because of his demand. He saw your reaction and smirked with his handsome lips. You kissed him hard, trying to get him to suck on your tongue, you were very horny and you just wanted to do the nasties things. 

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He knew you better than anyone else, and knew that you just needed a little boost to help you get out of your shell. You obliged and when your tongue was sticking out of your pretty mouth he started to suck on it. You moaned while his tongue was licking and sucking yours. Your eyes were at the back of your head and your hips didn’t stop moving for a second. You were going to cum in your thong from the friction that his dick was giving to your needy cunt. 

“You’re such a nasty girl. You like being a whore, don’t you?” 

You nodded while your tongue was still out and he took his ring and middle finger and started to push them inside of your mouth. You gagged at his fingers, but he didn’t stop, he loved seeing you take his fingers so well. “The things I’ll do to you… you don’t have any idea how much I want to see you play with your pussy. Shit” You moaned while still rocking your hips back and forth and pushed Eren’s fingers deep into your mouth while grabbing his wrist. “You’re a slut.” He couldn’t stop smiling at how nasty his girlfriend was becoming. He loved corrupting you and making you his little bitch, all his. He loved you so much. 

He made you gag one more time and finally, he took his finger out of your mouth. “On your knees baby, take off your clothes.” 

You did what he told you to and in no time you were naked on your knees. Your pussy was almost dripping into the floor. Your shyness went almost away as you looked at him with innocent eyes while circling your clit with one finger. He was sitting on the sofa looking at you as if you were his prey, dedicating all his attention to his girl. He had his hair in a bun and little pieces of his hair were framing his handsome face. He had his legs spread and his hands intertwined in his knees. 

“Ah, fuuck.” Your eyes were closed while you were going faster on your clit, you were going to cum in no time. “I’m c-cumming EREN SHIT.” 

“Not yet, baby, let me see how well you finger yourself.” 

“Eren, c-can’t, p- please.”

“Do as I say.” He said in a demanding tone. “Sit and spread your legs for me.”

You sat down and spread your legs to let him see how wet you were. You started to circle your entrance with your index finger and Eren came down to face you. He spread your legs a little bit more and spat on your pussy. You needn’t more lubrication but you loved it. You whimpered while watching his saliva get in your pussy and you didn’t need to be told twice. Your index finger finally got in and you moaned like a pornstar. Eren’s face was mere inches from yours, but he wasn’t going to kiss you, he wanted to feel how desperate you were. You inserted a second finger and started to curl your fingers inside of you, hitting that spot. 

Your eyes were closed and your mouth agape. You were moaning and whimpering while going faster, trying to get there, but you knew you couldn’t get there with your fingers alone, and less if Eren wasn’t touching you.

Eren placed a hand on your chin and made you look into his eyes. “I wish you could see how nasty you look.”

“Please, p-please need…” 

“What do you need, princess?”

“To see.”

“Want me to film how dirty and nasty you are? How angelic you sound when you moan?”

“Ah, ah yesyesyes.” You were so turned on by that idea you were surprised.

Eren took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on record. He directed the phone to your pussy to record the squelching wet sounds you were making while having a direct view of it. 

“You little slut.” He moaned while looking at how fucked up you looked fucking yourself with your fingers. 

“Eren, pl-please need your dick, mmmmph”

Eren took your fingers out of your pussy. While he was recording with one hand, he slapped your pussy with the other. “AH MMMM” you moaned loudly. His fingers were touching your pussy and you were bucking your hips like a bitch in heat, trying to get your clit to touch them. 

“Look at you, you have no shame, love. Your tongue lolling out of your mouth, moaning and rubbing your pussy in my fingers. I’m gonna destroy you.” 

“AAH, fuck I’m cumming EREN!” 

“Come on my fingers, whore.” 

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, and you came with a loud moan, wetting all of his fingers while your pussy was contracting, wishing you were filled to the brim. Slowly you started to calm down, rubbing slowly onto him. He recorded your face one last time and threw his phone into the sofa. 

Getting closer to your face he gave you a quick kiss on the lips “get up, love, I’m going to fill you up so good you’re going to cry.”

Masterlist

#eren #eren smut #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren x you #aot smut #snk smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger smut #eren x reader smut

[charliesgoodboy]

2009. ʙ. ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

#🖇ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪᴍ ᴀ

🦋𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 💙

🫐 ｏｆｆｉｃｅｒ . . . 𝐧𝐨

𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝,💎

𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲.💍

𝓼𝔂𝓹𝓷𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓼: bill finds your style(coquette), so pretty that he can't keep his eyes off of you, can't keep his hands off of you.

𝐓𝐖: wrapping a bow around it(im not ashamed, i should be though), submissive bill(still topping), light bondage, teasing, slightly based of of bills story(if you know, you know), laced lingerie, stockings, strip teasing(?), mention of curves though curves are not just in the waist and hips(you also don't really need to be 'skinny' to have curves.)

# bill kaulitz , that would love looking at you anyway but your own style gave a boost to that. the pretty little bows you would add to your jeans with rimestones, and the small white tank top which had a pink cardigan with him had him staring in awe. he loved the ways you would style your hair with ribbons, the sungasses with a colorful tint resting on your nose or atop your forehead.

# bill kaulitz , that kept his hands on you and the fabric. looping his fingers around the bows when all you could be doing is standing there, looking pretty. he couldn't stop tracing patterns on the lines of the tight shirt you wore that folded down showing your shoulders and collar bones. he himself would have to resist the urge of placing his lips on the thinner skin which rested there, wanting to nip and bite and leave marks each time you were in public. if it was cold he adored seeing you in bigger sweaters and leg warmers, you were so warm and snug he would sneak his fingers under your sweater as his cold hands would rest upon your waist. "bill your hands are cold.." "but you're so warm,"

# bill kaulitz , who loved the small section of 'night clothing' that you had in the closet. filled with the lace lingerie whether it would be short or long, when you were in bed with him his longer nails would ghost across the silk and your soft skin. bill would bend his finger under the white— almost transparent looking stockings slowly moving them down signalling what he wanted from you. "bill," "..what?" he was terrible with hiding it.

# bill kaulitz , would whimper at the tight pink ribbon tied almost harshly below his tip. pre-cum leaking down the rest his length while his hands were tied above his head stronger material holding them in place. only one of you stockings off due to him pulling it off to the side before your body was on top of his. he would beg you to hurry as you would only be giving light kisses and teasing touches. the strap to the lingere you wore tonight would slip from your shoulder, the end of where it finished lifting up each time you would bend down to feel closer to him. your fingers would pinch between his nipples, twisting one as your mouth would be on the other. they would be perky due to erection and they felt so small..? that was the word.

# bill kaulitz , who would roll his hips into your slick entrance needily, the ribbon long gone and untied and soaked with cum due to previous actions. "please— wanna touch, promise i'll make you feel better.." yet the bindings on his wrists would say otherwise. he wanted to feel around your curves, push you onto him deeper as you were being such a tease it was almost painful. his whines and whimpers would end up getting to you, a "sympathetic" look crossing your face, while your fingers would work on the restraints. he wasn't crying yet he looked as if he was on the verge of doing so.

# bill kaulitz , whose hands would grip onto your thighs, the amount of plush squishing between his fingers with each thrust that was given. his words would strain at the warm feeling inside of you always craving more and more no matter how much was given. "so good for me..such a good boy," positions would only tend to switch while you would be the one squirming and begging below him, body filled with marks all from him, now you were the pretty one looking all worn out underneath him.

# tagging: @tokio-motel @iheartheoustiders @evieskiesss

a/n: UGH fam im so fr when i mean my inbox IS NOT WORKING. im so sorry if you requested and i cant get to it🙏🏾

remember: most of my fics are now gender neutral. if you'd like a afab/female or amab/male please dm me due to my inbox malfunction

#tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x you #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x reader

[brittle-doughie]

Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

———————————————————————

(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

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When You Deny Them

Third Years Part I: Vil, Leona

Warnings: None, not sfw, gn!reader, fluff

A/N: I'll do more of these for the other third years, hopefully.

Vil Schoenheit

With Vil, sex usually happens organically and by mutual invitation. A cuddling session will turn frisky, a scheduled encounter you both have been anticipating all day, (you and Vil are so busy you have to plan sex 😢 but it can still be sexy!)

Otherwise Vil goes off your cues. Touch his thigh and give him sultry look and he’s prepared to put you back in your place for "groping him so brazenly." Crawl into your shared bed and straddle him, or whisper in his ear how much you missed him. After some teasing, Vil will put aside most things to indulge you.

However he’s not used to you not giving him the green light. And Vil prefers you initiate because he likes to feel wanted, it's the ultimately a little ego boost for him. So what does he do when he’s horny but you’re not matching his energy or giving him the signal?

He doesn’t actively seduce you generally. The only times Vil initiates are on special occasions, your birthday, anniversary, etc, or when he’s trying to interrupt your plans so you stay in instead of going out without him.

However, if you keep turning down his advances he'll preen just like a peacock would, metaphorically spreading his tail feathers and flashing them at you.

Vil will put in a little more effort to get your attention. He'll lounge around in silk pajama with the shirt unbuttoned and recline in seductive poses.

He’ll even sneak up on you shirtless, lightly perspiring while wearing some running leggings that show off his toned ass and bulge and whisper in your ear that he's about to take a shower and how boring it would be without you.

If you wave him off he might spill something on you so you have to join him

If those attempts don't work, he'll up the ante. Vil will plan a romantic evening at home, hiring a private chef and serving a meal exclusively of known aphrodisiac foods and red wine. He'll turn on music the two of you can slow dance to on you patio over looking your beautifully maintained garden. Then he presents you with a new piece of jewelry or fancy watch. Hoping that is overtures will entice you. After all what a good partner he is! Spoiling you so.

And if that doesn't work...Vil’s not above playing the jealousy card to rile you.

If he's being subtle he'll post a thirst trap on magicam that will get a lot of attention, if he really wants to make you jealous he'll make sure you see other people fawning over him when you go to events. He hopes you'll get so worked up that you just drag him in to the bathroom and ride him. Pretty please, he won't beg. yet

Vil would never admit it, but he kind of loves then you play hard to get, telling him your busy and denying him, it only makes him all the more eager to finally get you back in his bed, or shower, wherever really since he can be so competitive, but... after a certain time the fun wears off and he has to get more forceful.

He does this by nudging you awake if you fell asleep after completing your nightly skincare routine and telling you that he has something that can ensure you have good dreams (his dick), but if you rebuff him yet again he’ll just shoot straight.

"Is something wrong my love? Have I not made my intentions clear enough? I want you...very badly."

If you tell him you're tired or over worked and thusly not in the mood, he pulls one last resort.

He schedules a vacation where he can have you all to himself.

Vil gets it you are both busy with your respective lives but you both have needs that neither of you are fulfilling with your current routine. If you work he’ll call your boss and tell them he’s taking you on vacation for a month and that if they have a problem with it that he can get you a better job with the snap of his fingers.

He picks an extremely romantic vacation in a gorgeous locale but there's really little point, Vil just wants to keep you in the hotel room.

"Isn't this wonderful, I have you all to myself little one." He'll coo while he curls his arms around you as you look out of a balcony over crystal waters. "Zero distractions. How about you make it up to me? You can start on your knees."

Leona Kingscholar

Sex with Leona is frequent and if it doesn't start as a natural part of how much time you spend napping and cuddling in bed, Leona initiates by telling you exactly what he wants you to do. Sometimes he's sweet and sultry about it, "pretty little herbivore, why don't you go ahead and get yourself off on my dick, yeah?" Other times he's straightforward. "Oi herbivore, get over here and ride me." Depends on his mood.

Regardless, Leona is a man with expectations about the sex he is "owed" in a relationship and if he’s not getting it he’ll be vocal about it. He's horny damn it! You're supposed to take care of that.

If you scold him for being grumpy towards you he’ll probably respond with something snarky like "sorry, I haven’t had my dick sucked in a week" And yes a week is all it takes to have leona protesting about sexual neglect and alienation of affection.

When it comes to you, Leona is absolutely shameless. He goes on the prowl, for you. Stalks you in your (shared) home during the day. He'll tug your undergarments down and grope at you or fondle you over your clothes. He will knock it off if you tell him to in a really firm tone that's not what you want right now, but then he’ll start demanding reasons why the two of you can’t drop everything and fuck in this hallway. The servants would just look the other way so there's really no harm in it, right? wrong

If he’s really desperate he’ll try to service you to entice you. A rare occurrence. You’ll wake up and he’ll be kissing the insides of you thighs and asking if you need him to do anything for you or complaining that he's hungry. Leona makes it very hard to turn him away, but if you have the strength to bat a pining Leona away from your spread thighs power to you.

In another bout of desperation for you, Leona will purposely arrange a situation where you catch him masturbating. On your bed, in the shower, hell even on a couch in a very high traffic area of your home. Shirt unbuttoned, cock out, looking completely unashamed as he asks, "You can help me with this can't you herbivore?"

He'll start walking in on you naked more than he already does to try and strike when you're vulnerable. And while normally Leona's a bit stingy with compliments, they suddenly become free flowing, if a not a little guilt tripping.

"So pretty, herbivore, and for what? Depriving me of this beautiful body. It's such a shame."

After a while Leona makes you a proposition. "If I beat you in chess, I get to do whatever I want with you." He won't take no for an answer (he's painfully stubborn) but the game really isn't fair considering how good Leona is at chess. When he inevitably wins he'll gloat and make sure you make if up to him. He won't tell you, but he really missed your routine intimacy.

"Finally, I can get what I need." Leona purrs as he pulls you into his chest, when you complain about his statement he adds, "Don't worry I'll take care of you too, but you have a lot to make up to me...now on the bed and spread 'em, be quick about it."

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