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lizlovestofangirl · 2 months

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have you ever considered a coquette! gf and luke 👉🏻👈🏻 teeheeeee 🌷🎀🤍 ur smaus give me a purpose in life and a will to live 🥹

"my good looking boy"

luke castellan x daughterofaphrodite!coquette!reader

smau - luke loves his girl so much he lets her walk him like a dog (but coquettley )

🎧 - good looking by suki waterhouse

a/n: ahhhh i love this request! (btw u give me a will to live) i can just picture luke being difficult with everyone else and then letting his girl put bows in his hair and like him sleeping in her fancy pink bed AHHHH IM DYING (also percabeth is PERCABETHING in this)

*possible swearing and suggestive content, not checked so there could be mistakes*

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yn_yln he loves bows now

tagged itslukecastellan

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larueclarisse LMAO U HAVE HIM WHIPPED

yn_yln 🐕‍🦺

iamchrisrodriguez LMFAOOOOO

_groverunderwood yikes luke you just got called a dam dog

percy.jackson me personally id never take that

whosannabeth yes you would

percy.jackson yes i would

itslukecastellan and im the whipped one??

percy.jackson stfu

larueclarisse marry me??? 💍

yn_yln I DO

itslukecastellan what 🙂

silenaaaa SO CUTE Y/N

yn_yln YOU SEL

itslukecastellan i ❤️ my gf

yn_yln i ❤️ my bf

silenaaaa I CANNOT W THIS I LOVE LOVE

itslukecastellan where are my photo creds for the first picture????

yn_yln photo credits for the first picture go to this little shit head

whosannabeth @percy.jackson you'd take that too shithead

percy.jackson yeah...

yn_yln 🐕‍🦺

_groverunderwood that dam bow

yn_yln still concerned about the timing of this original joke

percy.jackson @itslukecastellan wheres ur dignity man

itslukecastellan 🤷

whosannabeth IGNORE PERCY THIS IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

yn_yln i ❤️ my annabeth

itslukecastellan i thought you ❤️ me?

yn_yln know your place pretty boy

rachel.edare coquette bf

yn_yln duh gotta match the aesthetic

hi_imtyson 🎀

yn_yln MISS YOU TYSON

larueclarisse where can i get one of those shirts?

iamchrisrodriguez please dont answer that

yn_yln i'll send you the link 😘

iamchrisrodriguez shit

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itslukecastellan she thinks im pretty (ft. this week's flowers)

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iamchrisrodriguez STOP UR KILLING MY RELATIONSHIP

itslukecastellan just do better chris

yn_yln yeah be like luke (this is the only time you will ever hear this advice from anyone)

larueclarisse hello is want flowers too???!?!??

yn_yln lmao

silenaaaa where do u find one of this kind

yn_yln the pound go for the ones w daddy AND mommy issues

itslukecastellan jesus y/n

yn_yln 😊😊

percy.jackson ur ugly

itslukecastellan ur uglier

percy.jackson nuh uh

itslukecastellan yuh huh

percy.jackson nuh uh

itslukecastellan yuh huh

whosannabeth ignore percy. again.

itslukecastellan ive gotten very good at it

larueclarisse REAL

iamchrisrodriguez not real clar he pisses u tf off

larueclarisse 💐???

_groverunderwood those dam bows again

percy.jackson HAHAHAAHA

yn_yln pretty sure thats a laugh of trauma

itslukecastellan quit grover

yn_yln i love you

itslukecastellan is love you more

yn_yln WHERE ARE MY PHOTO CREDS FOR THE SECOND PICTURE??? HMMM???

itslukecastellan this little rat took the second photo

rachel.edare 🐕‍🦺

itslukecastellan i hate you 🙂

yn_yln's story

view reply from percy.jackson:

percy.jackson im holding this against him forever

yn_yln good pls do

view reply from itslukecastellan:

itslukecastellan youre lucky i love you or else i would not let you expose me like this

yn_yln love you too castellan

view reply from larueclarisse:

larueclarisse IM CRYING

larueclarisse YOU SHOULDVE SEEN THE LOOK ON HIS AND CHRIS'S FACES WHEN THEY SAW THIS

larueclarisse LUKE TURNED EVERY SHADE OF RED AND CHRIS LOOKED LIKE HE MIGHT SHIT A BRICK

yn_yln LMAOOOO

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silenaaaa y/n you cant have other campers in our cabin

yn_yln but you love love

silenaaaa fair

silenaaaa wait

silenaaaa wait what kind of love 😏

yn_yln JEEZ NOT THAT KIND

yn_yln just posted a story

view reply from itslukecastellan:

itslukecastellan im blushingggg

yn_yln good

view reply from iamchrisrodriguez:

iamchrisrodriguez Y/N STOPPPP

yn_yln no

view reply from whosannabeth:

whosannabeth how much do u think i'll have to pay percy to do this?

yn_yln nothing hed do anything for u

whosannabeth oh wait true

#luke castellan pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson smau #pjo smau #smau #luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan smau #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x aphrodite!reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x coquette!reader #percy jackson and the olympians

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luvjunie · 10 months

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Hey sweetie, I’ve been a real big fan. Can you write some HCS or a fic about the both Miles being twins?

a/n: ABSOLUTELY 10000% YES. i had way too much fun with this oml. and omg thank you you’re so sweet! 😭 btw, let’s just pretend that in this au they don’t have the same name since they’re ‘twins’ lmao

— headcanons. miles and miles as twins

Twins? Yes. Polar opposites? Definitely.

They both have a completely different sense of style, but one thing they have in common is that they both love Jordan’s. However I feel like miles!42 is a full blown sneakerhead. Has the better collection and often finds miles!1610 wearing his shoes, because somehow 42 always manages to win the snkrs raffles.

“Are those my brand new fuckin’ 4s?” “Uh… no?” “Take my shit off before I tweak out.”

42 keeps his side of the room squeaky clean, gets upset if there’s even a sock that does not belong to him on his side

Absolutely hates the song Sunflower. Cannot stand it, makes him wanna rip his hair out. The minute it came out 1610 played it into the dirt and 42 swears he can still hear it in his dreams till this day

1610 is the more affectionate one (outwardly) while 42 likes to pretend he’s completely devoid of that as if he doesn’t love his brother with everything in him.

“You got exactly three seconds to get off me.” “Just hug me back, damn!”

They’re the kind of brothers to open soundcloud, turn on a random trap beat and see who can go the longest freestyling. They do that thing where guys bring their fist to their mouths and squeal and shove each other out of excitement when they get a good flow going back and forth

42 is definitely the athletic type, plays football and soccer. 1610 is more in tune with his artistic side. Will play sports for fun but doesn’t care for them like that

42 is introverted as hell, doesn’t really like talking to people. 1610 is more of a social butterfly

They’ve never once liked the same girl. Ever. Their taste is drastically different

“Bro, you like a white girl?” “…Yes? What does her race have to do with anything?” “See me personally—“. “Literally nobody fucking asked.”

Used to help each other break out of their cribs when they were babies. Either that or Jeff and Rio would wake up to find that 42 had climbed into 1610’s crib after they’d been put down and slept with him instead. it was impossible to keep them apart from each other, so eventually they just broke down the second crib and let them use the one.

You can tell who is who in their baby pictures. You guessed it, 42 was the oddly solemn one who always wanted to play by himself. They worried about him for a bit. They also had to tickle him as an attempt to get him to smile in pictures, and just their luck, he’s never been ticklish

When they were eight years old, 1610 accidentally broke the wolverine action figure 42 never went anywhere without, and 42 cried about it for three days straight

They definitely ask for each other’s opinions on their outfits

“Do you think this shirt goes with these pants?” “The entire outfit is black… how would it not go together?”

They both obviously love their mother but 42 is the biggest mama’s boy. Always in the kitchen helping her cook, will watch her telenovelas with her and actually keep up with the plot. He’ll willingly follow her to the grocery store or accompany her on her ridiculously long Ross/Tjmaxx sprees because he likes hanging out with her

They terrorize the fuck outta their dad and have been doing so since they entered this world because they think it’s funny. Stupid shit like dying his boxers pink, or looking up a cracked tv screen video on youtube just to watch him nearly have a heart attack thinking they broke it. They used to twin-swap when they were younger to get out of certain things, but it’s 100% impossible to pull off now. They’re way too different, physically and mentally

Uncle Aaron took 42 to get his ears pierced when he was thirteen, something 1610 would never do. Rio basically had an aneurysm when he came home with them in and Jeff was not pleased but Aaron took the blame for it, said it was his idea. 42 made up some bullshit lie about how if he takes them out before they heal completely they’ll get infected. Still has them in till this day

42 is exactly fourteen minutes older and refuses to let 1610 hear the end of it, but 1610 is taller by an inch and weighs a little more.

“I don’t know why you’re talking shit like I’m not older than you. Pipe down lil’ bro.” “Sorry, is someone talking to me right now? Cause I sure as hell can’t see ‘em.” “Nigga it’s ONE INCH”

They’re definitely scrapping over that, and both get smacked upside their heads by Mama Rio for fighting with each other

42 needs the tv and the fan on, SIMULTANEOUSLY when he sleeps or he’ll be up the entire night. 1610 can’t stand it

1610 will try and turn the fan off after his brother’s been asleep for probably two hours, thinking he’s in the clear until he hears—

“Do you value your life? Turn my damn fan back on.”

Deep down 42 is a big ass softie and loves spending time with 1610, he has no idea what he’d do without him. He’s just not the best at expressing it. 1610 teases him about it simply because he enjoys aggravating his other half

“You still got plans with Ganke tonight?” “Nah, his mom’s dragging him to some baby shower.” “Oh, cool, cool… So what movie are we watching?” “Huh?” “Huh—Headass. What movie are we watching tonight?” “Sorry, I’m not understanding. Are you—asking to spend time… with me?” “Damn, I need to say it in Spanish? Matter fact, you probably won’t understand that either. No sabo ass.”

#junie’s works ᥫ᭡#across the spiderverse fanfiction #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales prowler #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales headcanons #across the spiderverse headcanons #spiderman astv

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redr0sewrites · 6 months

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HI HELLO HII!! :3

i woke up today with no thoughts but edging blade and making him ride me.

I AM THE NUMBER 1 BOTTOM BLADIE ADVOCATE. i see every character as a switch but theres way too many top blade fics and i think he needs to be absolutely destroyed like if you put me in a room with him one of us is coming out pregnant and its not going to be me.

- liz (THIS GOT VERY WORDY FOR NO REASON SORRY HEJDKSKSJS)

AAAA UR SO REAL FOR THIS LIZ <33 sorry this took so long to reply to, i started this but stupid tumblr ate my progress so i had to restart 😒 ANYWAYS, I HOPE U ENJOY !!

🥀Cw: smut, AMAB!reader, sub!blade, overstimulation, marking, creampie, edging, breeding kink, overall filth

🥀minors dni

"p-please!" Blade moaned out, thighs quaking as you rocked your hips back up against him. He was straddling you, his neglected cock twitching as you forced him deeper onto your cock. "nghh puh-please, i wanna- i need to come..." blades stoicism had dissipated entirely, leaving you with the whiny mess currently grinding in your lap.

you had denied him of his orgasm 3 times already throughout the night, and he was becoming desperate. his poor cock was leaking precum, and his cheeks were flushed a hot pink as tears formed on his lash line. he was just so pathetic, he needed you so bad! who were you to deny him?

"aww, bladie~ why should I? tell me why I should let you come. are you being a good boy for me?" you smirked, thrusting upwards into his tight hole hard enough to make him sob.

"i- im being good! im your good boy! please- please- ngh- i need you so-oo bad" blade moaned, nails digging into your shoulders as your hand traveled up his chest to his nipples. you leaned forward, taking one into your mouth and kneading the other with your hand. suddenly, you twisted the hardened nub between your fingers while simultaneously thrusting up against his prostate and he squealed in pleasure. fat, glossy tears streamed down blade's cheeks as you began to pick up the pace, leaning back and thrusting up into him so hard he nearly toppled onto you. needy whines escaped his lips as you mercilessly railed him, forcing him to ride you. blade's hips grinded in tandem with yours, and you could tell he was nearing his orgasm.

"you close baby? t-tell me how bad you want it~" you choked out, a moan threatening to slip past your lips as he squeezed your cock so tightly.

"i- auhhg- p-please, please i need it, i need you, i needa' come o-oh-" blade was cut off with a scream as he arched his back, hips stuttering as his sought after high washed over him. Your eyebrows knitted together, you could feel your own release building in your orgasm.

"You want my cum, baby? want me to come inside, fill you up real nice? im gonna breed this precious hole, fuck you full of my seed~" Blade's mind went blissfully blank at your words, and you wrapped your hand around his neglected cock, stroking him roughly as he shook in overstimulation. He could already feel yet another coil of pleasure building in his abdomen as your thrusts became more sporadic.

"Ye-yes, o-oh yes, please master, i need you, nghh need your cum, want you to fill me up so bad, want it so bad-" your hips jerked up in a few final thrusts as bliss filled every nerve in your body. Blade let out a needy sob as you came inside him, his hole tightening so perfectly around you as a second orgasm shook through him unexpectedly. His cock coated the both of you in his release, and a ring of cum surrounded the base of your own dick still inside of him. With a soft whine, Blade collapsed on top of you and you chuckled softly.

"You tired baby?"

"mhm. Wanna sleep." with no reason to argue, you wrapped your arms around your lover as he nuzzled into your neck, and you gently pulled out of him. blade whimpered softly and you chuckled, gently running your hands through his hair as you both began to drift off.

bro i havent written smut in a hot minute so sorry if this sucks lmao- I LOVE BIG SUBBY MEN THAT NEED YOU SO BAD THEY JUST CANT GET OFF WITHOUT U!!! ANYWAYS FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS I LOVE UUUUU HOPE U ENJOYED!

#honkai star rail #hsr x you #hsr x gn reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x male reader #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail blade #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader smut #blade x male reader #blade x y/n #blade x reader #sub honkai star rail #sub blade #sub blade hsr

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19burstraat · 1 month

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Ok we all know guild me, build me exists due to my artistic abilities being very lacking in the visual arts, so rather than drawing the crows in the komedie brute, I had to write kaz in. however I had ideas for the others that I couldn't get into a fic, so I've put em down here

Kaz: (description ripped from guild me, build me):

a heavy black cape, sewn with stolen chains and jewels so that it jingled upon every movement (...) It was marked up and slit here and there, on the edges and at the collar, to give the impression of crow’s feathers, and it was made of some kind of shiny, velvety fabric that had the oily shine of crow’s plumage. The gloves were the same material, thinner and more embroidered than Kaz would have ever entertained, and the cane was a plain, inaccurate copy– (...) the mask; a silver crow’s head (...) crooked over the eyes and nose, almost like a Kaelish plague mask. But it left the mouth unblocked; of course it did. Dirtyhands needed to talk.

Inej:

Light and flimsy dark (doesn't have to be black; could be blue or grey) fabric for the veil and cloak. Has an element of spiderwebby fraying to it which is a nod to her being... Well, a spider lmao. But also meant to look ghostly and insubstantial, can sometimes see a metal shiny suggestion of knives underneath it. The veil can be parted just down the side of her face, so you can occasionally see a bit of her face, but never the whole thing. Would not be a practical costume to climb or spy in; too long and bothersome, the same way Kaz's Dirtyhands cloak would not be practical to pickpocket in. Sometimes productions get her a few cheap sheath knives.

Jesper:

Rabbit head mask, short cloak in some batshit colour like green or pink, lined w rabbit's fur and threaded with gambling chips, 'lucky' rabbits feet, coins, and stray bullets. Adornments tied on loosely so they swing everywhere when he moves. This way there's also a real risk of the Kaz and Jesper actors getting tangled together if they interact, which is not symbolic, just funny. This is our get-along Komedie Brute costume :) (we are stuck)

Wylan:

A once-fine red cloak with a high ruffly collar-- now tattered and singed and gone to seed. Little bits of wiring or string or pouches of powders etc sewn into it; sneakily embroidered with the Van Eck laurel around the edges. Mask, while elaborate and matching with the cloak, only covers the top half of his face, as if he's not quite as all-in as the others. For similar reasons, the cloak is half-length.

Matthias:

Wolf's head mask ofc, white fur cape a lot longer and more substantial than Jesper's, with heavy furring around the neck (made to bulk out the actor if they're not the right stature, which most will not be). Likely they also weight his boots to make his tread sound more imposing. Possibly a wig if they can afford one, since Druskelle are known for the long hair.

Nina:

Porcelain-doll Venetian style mask (you know the ones!) with a single black tear-- referential both to that bit in CK when they identified themselves that way in the crowd of Mister Crimsons, and the Queen of Mourning thing. Mask is covered with a very light veil, and she wears a long heavy silk cloak with a bit of a hint of a kefta, but not enough to get the Komedie Brute in shit from Ravkan Grisha lmao. Entrance usually heralded with a blue corpselight.

I imagine dependent on the production and the costumier they could look great and beautifully elaborate, or they could look cheap and shit lmao.

Bonus: I got bored and made a mock-up of a page of a Komedie play. I edited over the first folio for this, yes. Sorry to the Big W.S.

#right I think this is all right now. finally #fuckass blue site so glitchy it posts my shit early.#six of crows #soc duology #my fics #my post #grishaverse

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creatingblackcharacters · 10 days

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🌹Ice's Lazy Loc Wash Routine🌹

I wanna preface this with two very important things:

I do not retwist my own locs! It would take far longer if I did. I have the tools and the means, and I know how to do it. I just hate doing it 🤣. It takes patience and arm strength and I lack the will. When I have the money I just schedule a retwist. Usually about every three months (which is longer than usual)

This is the way EYE do it! This is one experience out of countless, so don't assume my way is THEE way. There are people that will probably scream at me through the screen. But alas... It is "lazy" Loc wash day for a reason. And I do still care for my hair, and it's healthy and thriving for seven years (as of this Wednesday) 👍🏾

Okay? Okay.

Washing

The misconception about locs is that they are dirty. They're no "dirtier" than any other type of hair, nor do they require dirt to lock. That's a lie, and a racist one at that.

That being said, locs will end up holding the weight of life lol. Skin, sweat, dust, pollen, smells (and for me, bc I have dermatitis, scabs); all those things will end up weighing your locs down. Some people will do an Apple Cider Vinegar and Baking Soda wash to detox their locs.

However, I use this!

Essentially it's water, apple cider vinegar, orange peel, and some essential oils in a spray bottle, so I can spray it directly on my scalp and locs and massage it in deeply. Let it sit for a bit. Because I only wash my hair every 2 weeks or so, it's fine, but I wouldn't do this if I was washing it more frequently as it could mess up my scalp pH. Again, I have painful dermatitis, so it helps me get closer to my problem spots. Does it burn? Yes. It's working 👍🏾

Then I use this soap bar, which has things like coconut oil, aloe vera, eucalyptus, tea tree, almond, lemongrass, and more in it to scrub my scalp. You're supposed to rub it into your hands and scrub it in, so naturally I put the bar directly on my scalp. Be better than me. Smells AMAZING though and leaves my scalp clearer than it has ever been.

Medicated Shampoo

I use a medicated shampoo last. While that sits, I bathe 👍🏾 Bathe well, too 👍🏾 Please make sure your characters are bathing when they wash their hair 👍🏾

Once I'm done, I gently pull my locs apart (they WILL start tangling at the root IMMEDIATELY), then I wrap my hair in a beach towel. You're supposed to use t shirts because they're softer on curls, but I don't like water dripping on me while I get dressed. I put on easy to wear clothing. Tits loose clothing. I gotta be comfortable.

Medication

So if you know me, this is something I complain about ALL THE TIME. And it's how dermatology does NOT cater to Black patients! Even my shampoo says "for 30 days, wash every night". I'm Black with locs. My shampoos last for months bc that is impossible without me sacrificing my entire night, every night. Even if I had an Afro, we're still not supposed to wash our hair every night for fear of stripping the natural oils.

So I have to DEMAND I be given a medicated liquid solution. No petroleum based products!! A solution is the easiest way to reach my scalp. Does it burn? Yes. It's working. 👍🏾

So if your character has a skin issue (dermatitis, psoriasis, exzema excema eczema) on the scalp... Solutions are the easy way to go.

Moisturizing

I promise this isn't free ads lmao, I just happen to be experimenting with this company and I like what I've seen so far. This is a real lite oil spray with rose water and essential oils, and it cools my scalp.

Aloe Vera, the goddess of healing. Also cools my scalp and addresses those burning, pink spots from my dermatitis.

Drying

Drying depends on the length and thickness of your locs, and the temperature. Mine are shoulder length, pencil thick. Today I dried at real high heat (unintentionally) and it only took about an hour. At a lesser, safer heat, about two. This hair dryer bag is LIFE fr.

Conclusion

If I don't have anywhere else to go (and I don't, bc I plan my loc wash days like this) I spray my scalp with oil one more time, put on my loc sock, and then I'm done 👍🏾

Total time today: about two hours. Normally 3 at a lower dry temp. Not bad at all.

#creatingblackcharacters #black hair

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late-nightfalls · 10 months

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"Real Masterpiece"

Warnings: poly!kavehtham, little smut (?), very wet, NSFW🤚🔞

• How did you get to such a position? You had no idea, but you wouldn't trade this moment for anything in the world...

The image of Kaveh being fucked by Alhaitham was mesmerizing, not to mention hot.

Messy blond hair hanging over his shoulders, pretty face all flushed, lips and brows pursed with pure pleasure, not to mention the sweet moans that came out of his throat.

A real masterpiece

And indeed, it was pure luck that you were able to enjoy it so closely.

Not that you could get out of this position anyway (even if you wanted to, which you didn't tbh).

It was Kaveh's own suggestion to try something new with you and Alhaitham. A new sex position to be precise... and both you and Alhaitham were unable to resist your blond lover puppy eyes.

Thank archons.

"Ah...ohh..~"

An annoyed groan followed by Kaveh's cock nudging your lips pulled you back to reality.

Ah yes, you got distracted again. How silly of you.

"Don't stray too far dear. You know how impatient he can be..~" how your silver haired lover could speak a whole sentence yet without stuttering you didn't know.

"Sorry.. I got..distracted.." you murmured softly, soon being interrupted by the slippery head of Kaveh's cock slamming against your cheek.

"Keep.. sucking.." he said impatiently, moving his hips to try to get more of Alhaitham's cock inside of his role.

The position Kaveh chose was a little…peculiar.

With him holding the headboard, his back curved beautifully against Alhaitham's strong chest. Absolutely no space was left between the scribe's groin and the architect's ass, only when Alhaitham moved his hips back before slamming into Kaveh causing a wet slam.

And where do you fit into this puzzle?

Lying between Kaveh's thighs of course!

No chance to escape since the blonde was (basically) hovering above your stomach. His cock dragging between your breasts and his tip hitting your lips desperate for more of the caress of your sweet mouth.

You subconsciously press your thighs together, thinking about how much you love this scene.

When Alhaitham realizes that you are drowning in daydreams again, he drags one of his hands from where he was gripping Kaveh's hips and slowly takes his lover's cock between his fingers, such an action causing Kaveh to shudder and moan impatiently.

He jerks it off a few times and when he feels Kaveh relax against him, he puts the pink tip in front of your mouth.

"Don't keep him waiting doll~" he murmurs against Kaveh's shoulder. Gray eyes watching you intently, urging you to do as he tells you.

And who are you to refuse such a tempting request?

You open your mouth, presenting your velvety tongue and hot throat, both waiting to please your grumbling blond lover...~

"Good Kitty~"

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Lmao im dying inside

#genshin impact smut #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #kaveh smut #kaveh x reader #Night naughty thoughts #poly!kavehtham

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didderd · 5 months

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i had a sleep paralysis nightmare this morning.

so i decided to make content out of it 👍

but really, sometimes if i'm not feeling well, i daydream about one of the characters i simp really like helping/comforting me.

n this time i started daydreaming about Nightmare comforting me. bc this was the worst sleep paralysis i ever had, and it left me feeling on edge for a bit after waking up. (i don't usually get nightmare-ish sleep paralysis)

n so i decided to make it into a little Nightmare x reader drabble where reader has a sleep paralysis nightmare, based on the one i had this morning.

this goes from horror to fluff real quick lmao. hope yall like it! :>

if you want to skip the sleep paralysis, go straight to the pink sentence!

(tw: sleep paralysis. sleep paralysis demon.)

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You're laying in bed, with half of your vision blocked by the hood of your jacket. All you can see is your bed.

You go to lift your hood.

But you can't move.

But you feel your arms move.

You feel yourself move to grab your hood. As heavy as it may feel, you're sure you did it.

But your hood is still there.

You don't see your hand.

Panic wells up in your stomach. You can't move. You can't see.

Gathering the little strength you have in your groggy state, you try to push yourself into a sitting position.

Again, you feel yourself scoot up the wall behind you.

But you don't see anything change.

Your vision feels frozen.

Closing your eyes, you try again to push your hood up.

When you open them, you can see your hand grabbing your hood.

But your hood is still there. and your hand is frozen in place. even though you feel it at your side again.

It's like your vision is broken.

But closing your eyes helped?

You close your eyes, and attempt to push yourself up again.

Opening your eyes, you think you're sitting up now. at least a little bit.

You close your eyes again and attempt once more to push your hood off your head.

It's off your head. You feel it on your neck.

When you open your eyes, you're laying down and your hood is blocking half your vision.

You try again.

You're sitting up. You can see your room.

You can see your window.

Something passes by your window. A shadowy figure. It looked humanoid, but were those antlers?

You're scared.

It happens again.

Your mother is in the room now. You're trying to ask for help, but she seems confused, and you can't get the words out.

She's standing near the window. Not too close, but you're scared.

Something. someone. appears at the window. but not outside it. They're inside.

Their eyes are wide, and they have an unsettling smile. Something about them seems deeply wrong.

You try to scream, and point at them to alert your mother.

Nothing but air comes out.

When your mother turns around, she only seems more confused. She doesn't see them.

Are you hallucinating?

You see something else in the corner of your eye. A dark figure.

You turn your head to look at it.

... Nightmare?

It's Nightmare. He's standing at the foot of your bed. Looking at you with a calm, yet concerned expression.

You remember you'd been living in his castle for a while now. This is your room in the castle... So why is your mother here?

Looking back, your mother and the unsettling person is gone.

Everything seems clearer. You feel like you can move better.

You look back at Nightmare as he walks closer. "Nightmare?" You spoke. You can speak again.

He stops next to you and places a hand on your head, comfortingly petting your hair. "You are safe. It is only sleep paralysis." His tone is soft, made to comfort you, and it works. You feel some of the fear melt away. You feel protected.

"Sleep paralysis?" You remember what it is, and it makes sense, but you ask anyways.

"Yes." He leans down and places the hand not petting your hair on your chest, just below your collar bones. "You should wake up now."

Everything fades out.

And you open your eyes.

Nightmare is sitting in a chair next to your bed, with a hand on your forehead. He'd pushed the hood off your eyes while you were asleep.

He opens his eye a second after you, and smiles warmly. "There you are."

You blink up at him, but immediately decide not to do that again, as the fear of falling back in runs through you. Instead, you decide to sit up, and Nightmare retreats his hand as you do, looking slightly more concerned, as he likely noticed your fear.

He places the same hand on your back to rub soothingly, and leans a bit closer, using the other to gently guide your chin to look at him. "Don't worry. You are safe.. I'm here." His words are firm, but so gentle.

Your face is warm at how intimate his hand on your chin feels, and his very smooth and handsome voice in your ears, yet it also helps so much to relax you and make you feel safe.

Half to distract from the warmth in your face, even though he's definitely noticed, judging by how his expression turns more smug than concerned, and half out of genuine curiosity, you finally speak. "Um... was that- was that really you in my dream?"

It seems to work to distract him as he answers. Moving his hand from your chin to tuck some hair out of your face as he does so.

"Darling, that wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare." His expression regains a bit of concern for a moment as he pauses, but it's gone before he speaks again. "But yes, that was me. I'd felt your fear as I was passing by your room, and when I came in, I saw that you were having a nightmare, so I decided to lend my aid." His hand had moved from your hair once he was done righting it, and is now resting on the bed, next to your thigh.

"I'm sure you know of my ability to enter and control dreams and nightmares. Sleep paralysis is no different. I was happy to help you out of yours, little shadow." His smile is fond as he raises his hand once more to cup your cheek, and rub his thumb over it, leaning a little closer as he does.

Your cheeks feel warm again, at how close he is, and how gentle his hand is on your cheek. You can't help the urge to lean into his touch, and so you don't even try to fight it, placing your hand over his as you lean into it.

Even though you know you weren't in any real danger, you still feel like he saved you. You're grateful to him. You're not sure how to repay him, but you do know what you so badly want to do in this moment.

Placing your free hand over his collar bone and lightly grip at his sweater, you lean a bit closer to his face, and look down at his mouth. but you stop there and look to the side.

You retreat that bit you'd just leaned in, your face feeling much warmer now. You don't know what you're doing. Maybe your lack of good sleep gave you too much confidence. As if The Guardian of Negativity would want to kiss you. What were you thinkin-

Nightmare chuckles. You look back at him with widened eyes.

His smug expression is mixed with that of fondness... You sometimes forget that he can basically read your mind... Fuck.

You look away again. Your face feels like it's burning.

But you quickly look back when he gets much. much closer. His hand moving from your cheek to the side of your neck, and brushing into the hair on the back of your head, while his other hand slides down your back to the lower half.

He chuckles again, no doubt at how red your face is, and your shocked expression. "Darling, if you thought I wouldn't want to kiss you just as bad as you want to kiss me right now, you'd be sorely mistaken.~" He just about purrs, inches from your mouth.

The hairs on your neck and arms stand as he speaks, and both your hands ball into his sweater over his chest. You didn't think you could get warmer, but you do.

His cheeks are looking a little flushed too as the lid over his socket lowers, and he looks down at your lips, before slowly, and gently closing the gap.

It's a very tender and loving kiss. Not what you were expecting coming from him, but it's amazing.

You lean into it the moment the shock melts away. You feel like you're melting in his arms.

After another long, blissful moment, he pulls away, before picking you up to move you over and make room for him on your bed, and climbs in next to you.

Once he's laid down, he pulls you close again, and combs through your hair, nuzzling your face, before sighing into your cheek, and then kissing it. "You make me soft..."

You're so full of warm feelings right now, it's almost overwhelming, and you hope it's not overwhelming for him. It's all so hard to believe, but seems so genuine. More genuine than you'd ever seen Nightmare. To think he'd let his guard down so much with you.

You almost let out a giddy giggle as you bury your warm face in his sweater, just under his chin, and he wraps his arm tighter around you, using one of his tentacles to pull your blanket over both of you.

As you lay comfortable and warm in his arms, feeling his chest rise and fall against you with his breath, you start to feel yourself falling back to sleep. You forget you even had that nightmare before all this.

The last thing you hear and feel before you're asleep again is Nightmare placing a kiss on the top of your head and speaking, almost in a whisper.

"Goodnight, little shadow."

#had to hold myself back from turning this suggestive lmao #wanted it to jus b fluff so ppl who don't like suggestive can enjoy it to :>#nightmare feels a bit out of character here #but that could just be bc out of context. him being super soft to someone seems vry out of character lmao #reader makes him feel soft and mushy inside #n he's finally letting that out wif cuddles :3 #i thought abt making it rice bc this feels more in character for him #but yall barley know rice lmao if at all #don't even have his design out. so ye #nightmare x reader #i rly like the 'little shadow' nickname for nightmare's reader -v-)#nightmare sans #dreamtale #undertale #undertale au #sleep paralysis #didderd writes #the person in the nightmare with the unsettling smile actually looked kinda like chucky the doll but with like. an adults body #i was gonna kinda describe that. but this felt like it kept the pacing better :p

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bluesylveon2 · 11 months

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OMG HI I CAME AS FAST AS I COULD WHEN I SAW REQUESTS FOR 400 FOLLOWERS WERE OPEN I LOVED YOUR ORTHO FAMILY DAY ONESHOT!! i was gonna ask for idia + "i wont say im in love" or "once upon a dream" bc both are SUCHHH good disney songs, i hope you can write whichever one seems more fun to you, lots of love!! - ♡ anon

Omg hi!!! Thank you for reading the ortho fic! It was my first time writing for twst and I glad at how it turned out. I chose "I Won't Say I'm in Love" because it just screams Idia 😂. Hope you enjoy anon!!!

Notes: Idia being in denial, mentioned Vargas camp pt 2, fluff, Azul uses one line from the Ghost Marriage, and the housewardens team up on him (it's basically their team-building exercise lol)

Word Count: 975 (I said that these are supposed to be drabbles but now they're oneshots lmao)

Warnings: possible ooc characters and not beta read.

Idia thought the Vargas camp was torture, but it was actually Crowley's team-building camp (with no technology, might he add) filled with some of the scariest people he knew (read: the housewardens) and the Ramshackle Prefect.

Yes, the Prefect.

Crowley said she needed to attend since she was in the same position as them for Ramshackle. However, Idia knew she didn't have to be there since Grim was her only dorm member. The real reason she was here was to keep the housewardens in check.

"You're staring off again," Vil's smooth voice caused Idia to jump and take his attention away from the nearby Yuu talking to Crowley.

“I’MNOTSTARINGATYUU!”

Vil sighed, "I never said anything about the Prefect."

Idia wanted the ground to swallow him whole, "H-how long have you been standing there?"

Vil crossed his arms, a frown etched on his flawless face, "Long enough for everyone to get stuff for camp except for you," he emphasized his words by pointing out to the vacant field except for the Prefect standing far from them. Vil, annoyed, gracefully walked over to Idia and pressed a manicured finger to his chest, "Look, I'm not sure what Yuu sees in you, but if you hurt her, I will not hesitate to send Rook at you," he said in a brotherly manner. Idia swore that Vil's glare could kill him if it could.

Idia's hair turned slightly pink, "Whoa, whoa, why would I hurt Yuu?" He was grabbing one part of his jacket when he heard Vil sigh.

"I don't want to see her shed any tears over you, got it?"

Idia opened his mouth to reply but was stopped by Malleus teleporting to him.

"You are going to hurt the Child of Man?" Malleus frowned.

Vil rolled his eyes, "Malleus, do you think that Idia is in love with Yuu?"

"Hey!"

Malleus hummed in thought and ignored Idia, "Lilia taught me what love was the other day, and I think Shroud fits the description. He mentioned how humans can turn red, and I assume that Idia's pink hair is a similar reaction."

Idia squealed and feebly attempted to blow out the pink away, but it grew out of embarrassment.

"Will you shut up! Some of us have better things to do and nap," Leona called out from a nearby tree. He had an annoyed and tired look on his face.

"Hey, Kingscholar, do you think Shroud has feelings toward the Child of Man?" Malleus innocently asked the lion beastman.

"I'm literally right next to you!" Idia exclaimed, but it fell on deaf ears again.

Leona opened one eye and looked at the group, "Do I think? Hah, I know he does. Radish Sprout tries to keep his lovestruck face hidden from Yuu, but we can all see it. He can't conceal his obvious swooning. Honestly, it makes me want to puke."

Idia's hair was a mix of pink and red "I am not trying to hide anything!" He exclaimed, causing Vil to roll his eyes.

"Hey, guys!" Kalim threw his arms around Idia and Malleus, causing them to stumble a bit, "is there a party going on?"

Malleus shook his head, "No, but we were discussing how Shroud harbors feelings for the Child of Man," he pointed at the said male with his thumb.

"WHEN DID WE COME TO THAT CONCLUSION?"

Kalim's mouth was open in an o, "Oh, I can definitely see it! There was one time I tried to invite Idia to my party, but he was too busy swooning over the Prefect that he accidentally hit a wall," he sighed sadly. Meanwhile, Idia wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there.

"What is going on here? We should be looking for food or logs for the campfire!" Riddle looked like steam was ready to burst out of his head, but Azul, who was behind him, didn't look bothered by it.

"We are talking about how Idia likes Yuu," Kalim brightly smiled that it could rival the sun.

Azul held back his laughter while Riddle rolled his eyes, "What are we? School girls." He pointed a finger toward Idia, "Don't even think about denying it! Own up to it!"

As a last-ditch effort, Idia looked to Azul, "Azul, we're friends. Disagree with them!"

Azul let out a fake sigh, "Well, I buy many things as a businessman. I don't buy that you don't like the Prefect. To think that Idia, king of all introverts, would fall for the Prefect... I can't see through all my tears of joy," he said, wiping away a fake tear.

"NOOOOOO!" Idia's hair was now entirely pink, and he tried to hide himself behind his hands. Vil, annoyed (again), grabbed a compact mirror from his pocket and opened it. He angled to where it showed Yuu feeding Grim some tuna. He grabbed Idia's hands and yanked them down, "Hey Idia, look into my mirror and tell me what you see."

Idia briefly glanced at the mirror, and his scared expression turned lovestruck, "It's Yuu feeding the itty bitty kitty," He sighed, causing everyone (including sweet little Kalim) to smirk victoriously.

"Well, we got our answer. Let's go, gentleman." Vil closed his mirror, startling Idia, and stood up. Everyone else headed out, including Leona, who decided to find another tree to nap in.

In gaining his scenes, Idia scrambled to save himself, "Wait, that doesn't prove anything!"

"Your face said it all," Vil called out.

Idia watched as everyone became small figures until he was alone, "F in the chat for me. I will admit it, but I won't say it out loud," he muttered.

"You won't say what out loud?" Yuu's voice asked from behind him, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Idia wanted the earth to swallow him whole and throw him into a pool of lava.

400 event is still open!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #idia x yuu #idia shroud #thank you again!!!#400 follower event

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elliespassagerprincess · 6 months

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wait I’m so curious to the angst fic you wrote to in my feelings - ldr :0 cuz I would’ve never interpret it into an angst fic! Do you think you can publish that one too? No pressure! 💕

In my feelings - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon, here she is! I hope you enjoy <3

This story is based off the song in my feelings by Lana Del Rey, if you can please listen to the song as you're reading:) This was originally a smut fic. You can read it here, but this wonder anon requested a angst edition, so yes.

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are always open, feel free to leave one:)

Warnings: toxic situationship

Summary: In which you fell for a loser

Authors note: i know I've not been that active and I'm so sorry. Life has just been busy, i have to write exams, i have a surgery on Thursday so it's been tense lmao, but I'm trying. Please be patient with me <3

I'm smoking while I'm runnin' on my treadmill

But I'm cutting up roses

Could it be that I fell for another loser

I'm crying while I'm cummin'

Making love while I'm making good money

Sobbin' in my cup of coffee

'Cause I fell for another loser

"Could it be that I fell for another loser?" You asked Dina as the cigarette smoke left your plush lips.

You heard Dina snort beside you.

"probably, she looks like she could be one, and she treats you like shit" she shrugged"

you shook your head at her honesty.

It's embarrassing honestly. You truly did have a type for losers.

People who couldn't make eye contact with you. People who would fold as soon as you gave them your pretty smile. You had the control, but yet anything you had with these people weren't real love. It was purely lust. It was fun.

You liked being in control, you liked breaking them.

But with Ellie it was different.

You met Ellie at a gym.

She caught you eye immediately. She was perfect. Her autumn brown hair tied in a tight ponytail, she was wearing pink leggings with a matching sports bra. The sweat on her forehead glistening under the light of the gym.

If god was real this pretty girl would be in your bed by the end of the night

You ran on the treadmill for a while, trying to ignore the pretty girls eyes. You saw her watching you though the mirror. You felt her eyes trail down your body.

Maybe she wanted you like you wanted her.

After a while you tried leaving the gym, you lit a cigarette as you walked out, your bag hung on your shoulder.

"Hi"

you flinched at the strange voice.

Oh. It was her.

Pink tight girl.

"Hey" you responded.

You saw her gaze fall to the floor as she shyly muttered "I'm Ellie"

What a fucking loser. She couldn't even look at you.

You loved her already.

You gave her your name, and you listened as it fell from her tongue multiple time. She was testing the was your name tasted on her tongue and she loved it.

"Those are bad for you" she pointed out you shrugged

"it makes me look hot, doesn't it?" Was all you said as you took another puff, throwing your head back as the smoke filled the air.

You felt her eyes on you, and you heard her audibly gulp.

"Doesn't it Ellie?" you persisted

"yeah- yeah it does"

you gave her a smile, and before you waved goodbye she handed you a paper. With a raised eyebrow you opened it and in a messy handwriting was her number.

You looked at her and she looked away, she couldn't make eye contact with you.

All you could do was smirk, they were always so fucking easy to make nervous.

"I'll call you" you winked.

Now here you stood 5 weeks later, sobbing into a cup of coffee because you fell for a fucking loser.

Get that cigarette smoke out of my face

You've been wasting my time

While you're taking what's mine, with the things that you're doing

Talk that talk, well now they all know your name

And there's no coming back from the place that you came

Baby don't do it

you don't know what happened with Ellie.

The girl you called a loser once, the girl who fell to her knees when you smiled is suddenly a cold hearted person.

"Get that cigarette smoke out of my face" Ellie huffed as she sat across you.

You rolled your eyes before you put the cigarette out.

"Ellie calm down so we can talk"

"talk about what? You're wasting my time with this"

your jaw dropped at her words.

'What a fucking bitch' you thought to yourself.

"I'm wasting your fucking time? Ellie don't make me mad because I will fucking slap you"

she looked taken aback at your harsh words, her cheeks tined in a pink color.

Her eyes fell to the floor, and for a second you saw her.

Your Ellie.

The loser you fell for.

But she suddenly got up muttering "I will not be disrespected by someone like you", and she walked out of your apartment. The door slammed and you were left alone.

The silence was so loud.

There was no coming back from this.

The more time you spent with Ellie, the more you discovered about her. She used to be so sweet.

You remembered your first date, she couldn't even hold your hand and she constantly apologized for everything.

She was a fucking loser.

But one day someone said that Ellie was out of your league. You knew she was. Some like Ellie deserved someone better, but yet you thought she fell for you.

That day changed everything. Ellie's eyes widened at the person's comment and she was quieter than usual that day.

The next time you saw her, she was a whole new person. Her entire persona changed. Her hair, makeup, style, even the way she fucking walked changed.

You were happy that she had confidence, but you found out she was seeing other people behind your back.

Despite never being official it hurt.

You knew Ellie could talk to whoever she wanted to, but you thought you had something special.

One night when Ellie was sleeping over, you asked her the question.

"What are we?"

she never replied.

Every fucking time you brought it up, she always walked away.

What a fucking loser. What a fucking pussy.

Even today, you invited her over to talk. To see if she liked you. You needed closure because truthfully you fell for the autumn brown headed girl.

You just had to make sure.

And to hear her say that you were wasting her time was fucking sick.

She was wasting yours with her games.

And here you thought you had actually met a loser worth your time.

'Cause you got me in my feelings (catch you, it's so much right now)

Talking in my sleep again (you can whistle if you want)

Drown out all our screaming (catch you, it's so much right now)

Who's tougher than this bitch

Who's free-er than me

You wanna make the switch

Be my guest baby

I'm feeling all my fucking feelings

you wish you could sleep right now. You were tired, and you didn't have any energy for bullshit.

Ellie's rant had begun after she spotted you and Dina getting lunch earlier.

Wow so you can't breathe the air of another girl but she can fuck someone else? That's wonderful logic!

But you sat here listening to Ellie yelling at you for some reason.

You wish you could drown put her screaming.

"Ellie can you just shut the fuck up!" you yelled.

You had enough of her mixed signals. You had enough of her practically cheating on you. You were tired.

"How dare you talk to me like that-" but before Ellie could end up yelling again you got up, pushing her against the wall.

"How dare I? How dare you! You fucking lead me on for weeks, then you freak out when I hang out with another girl! Ellie you are really fucking stupid" you said though heavy breathes.

Ellie stared at you with wide eyes.

There she is.

The girl you thought you had a chance with.

You took a step back, shaking your head and chuckling.

"You really are a fucking loser, how could I fall for someone like you?" You asked yourself.

Ellie heard.

She got up walking to you, she placed her hands on your shoulders "i-i like you. A lot. I just didn't know how to express myself- and- you made me so nervous so I thought I could make you j-jealous"

you shrugged her hands off your shoulders and you took another step back.

"That's not how relationships work Ellie, you ruined this yourself"

"Please listen-"

"get the fuck out"

Ellie sighed before she got up. She was on her way to the door, and she looked back at you for the last time.

"smoking is bad for you" she said with a sad smile.

You chucked at her words before responding "it makes me look hot doesn't it?"

"It really does"

you watched as Ellie walk out the door, you lit another cigarette.

As the smoke filled the air, like it has countless times before. you let out a sigh at the realization: you fell in love with another loser.

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chermanji · 2 years

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children of paradise

A/n: Flustering robin buckley bc yes. (This turned out way longer than I expected so… enjoy? Also first ST post wohoo)

CW: pervert Robin! She’s a lil freak lmao, peeping down shirts n up skirts, no actual nsfw, WLW, feminine reader, Robin being socially awkward, not proofread

She pretends like she has the cool and makes some nonsensical greeting when she hears the bell on the door, but it dies in her throat when she sees you, you the girl from her AP lit class. How you come into family video, dressed up in a too short plaid skirt that she’s sure will flash your panties if you bend over too much and a pretty lacy top that has her eyeing your exposed neckline.

You’re way too bright is the first thing she notices. Pretty golden bangles on your forearms that jingle with each step. And the step of your legs has her unabashedly drooling over the long expanse of skin, down to your strappy summer platforms. You’re like something out of a movie, a real valley girl. Both her and Steve stop their idle chit chat to oogle at you, and Robin almost makes a joke about flies getting into Steve's mouth, but she's no better. How has she never noticed you before?

Maybe she has, she just hasn’t noticed how drop dead gorgeous you are with how chaotic everything’s been. But maybe she should’ve because you stroll in with sunshiney, “hey Robin,” and you tip your head to her friend,

“Harrington.”

Before she can even open her mouth, Steve is acting like his usual desperate self. Flashing you a self-righteous smolder and saying, “welcome in! What can I do for you?” He's practically drooling over the counter like a dog, and Robin watches in uncontained horror as you smile up way too sweetly at Steve.

Usually Robin would gag at the way her co-worker pines for women’s attention, but this time she gets it. And honestly, she wishes she could shove him into the office in the back and lock him there. Yank his stupid up-do away from your beautiful face and kick his lanky body under Keith's desk.

But to everyone’s surprise (and Robin’s delight) you completely dismiss Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, who’s dumbfounded at how he is completely missing another chance to score a sweetheart like you. You instead want her to help you, bypassing the boy and folding your arms across the counter where she sits on her stool.

Robin is straightening her back in some odd attempt to appear more formal. Well as formal as she can in her dark forest green Family Video vest and button-up. You ask her for a movie recommendation, some vague comment about needing a tape for a girls night - and she’s fumbling. The funny quips dying on her tongue once you get up to the counter.

She’s so used to watching Steve mooch his way with the ladies that she thought she might’ve picked up a thing or two, but once you drew a pretty manicured nail across the candy rack and give her a smile - she’s melting. It’s not her fault though! You’re so gorgeous it’s unreal, a babe as Steve liked to put it. And you push your glossy lips into a pretty curved pout for her as you ask,

“What’s your favorite movie?”

Oh how she blushes carmine red, freckled smattering turning tanner on her cheeks as her baby blue’s widen at your tone. She’s rambling and bleeting like a sheep, and fuck you’re wearing that low cut top and she can see your tits pressed up in the fabric. Is your bra really pink? She wants to smack her forehead on the counter, stuttering out like a moron.

You twirl strands of your hair around your finger, leaning up against the counter as you listen to her flush and ramble. You don’t mock her like she thought you would, but instead listen intently to her forceful retelling of Children of Paradise. Mhmming and oooing when her eyes light up, you nod and she feels like she’s gonna pass out if she doesn’t get air soon. She’s picking at the flakey nail polish on her thumb under the counter, throat going dry at how close you are.

“Can you show me?” You say it so soft, so sweet, she has a hard time computing what you said. She goes stupid for a minute, not registering what you mean, letting out a dumb “huh?”

To which you giggle, hands splaying over the vinyl counter as you nod your head to the racks of VHS tapes in the back. She can see your earrings dangling off your lobe, pretty sparkly ones that would only look good on you. The column of your neck smooth, in that moment she gets the sickly thought of sucking your skin till you’re marked purple and blue. What would she look like if you kissed her with your lipgloss on? She tucks a lip between her teeth to stop a whine from bubbling in her throat.

“Can you show me the movie, I think I wanna get it.”

She can hear Steve trying to stifle his laughter and she resists the urge to turn around and bare her teeth at him. Robin nods her head dumbly, swiftly walking around the counter, not before stomping Steve’s foot in revenge, and gesturing you to the romance section of the store. She hears him mutter a small, “dork” as she walks by and she just hopes you don’t think so too.

You chatter with her, making idle conversation about this and that - but to be completely honest Robin isn’t listening, making small mhmm’s to show she’s partially cued in. More entranced with the shape of your ass in your skirt. The way your hips sway when you walk and how your thighs look so plump she’s resisting the urge to wanna sink to her knees right now. She’s honestly stunned, she’s never this quiet.

You scan your eyes across the rows of movies until you find it, reaching up to grab it. And Robin is practically sinking into the floor when you stand on your tip toes to swipe the tape, she swears you’re doing this on purpose. She knows she should grab it, or at the very least ask Steve, but right now she has the perfect view of your skirt riding up the back of your legs. If you go just a little higher she might be able to see the pretty cotton-

“Got it!” You mumble in victory. Are you some sort of demon? Literally perfected by the hands of god and sent to lead her astray. She’s not religious by any means, but fuck she might just believe in it after seeing you.

“So are ya up for it?” You swivel around to look at her. A content smile is on your lips, but your eyes hold a clear disposition. You’re up to something.

“Oh, uh- up for what?” She croaks, shuffling her feet awkwardly.

“Movie night!” You beam at her. You hold up the tape of Children of Paradise. She really wishes she paid more attention to what you had said. Her brow creasing together as she tries to piece what you mean. Movie night? Aren’t you renting for your girl night? Wouldn’t that mean you want her to join girls night-?

You mistake her dumbfound silence for a no, a pout settling on your mouth. Arms dropping down, bangles clacking together as you step closer to her. Leaning close enough she can smell your perfume, a light daisy kind that makes you all too encompassing. She could fall into you if she really wanted to.

“I know we don’t really know each other, but if you’re not interested-“

Her eyes widen, “No! No- I mean, I’d love to join you for movie night.” She squeaks if out like a mouse that’s been stepped on, a far cry from the cool girl she tries to portray in band. She couldn’t say no even if she wanted to.

You giggle at her answer and Robin swears you have the prettiest laugh in all of Hawkins. She spends the next 5 minutes staring at you in starstruck awe, and you break it by saying, “This is cute n’ all, but are you gonna ring me up?”

Steve snorts in the back. And honestly Robin forgot he was even there in the first place. And she grins shakily at you, walking you back to the counter and logging your information into the computer. “You’re all set.”

When she hands you back the tape your fingers brush along her knuckles, and Robin almost shudders. You give her another smile and an airy thanks. You begin walking out of Family Video when you call over your shoulder, “I’ll see you tonight at 9, Buckley. And bring snacks.”

And you’re gone. Down the street in the summer heat with you new copy of Children of Paradise.

“What the fuck.” Robin whispers. Steve claps a hand on Robin’s shoulder and practically guffaws in her ear, “I can’t fucking believe it.” He mutters your name like it’s a sweet honey and wine, “you scored a date with the prettiest girl in Hawkins! You! You’ve outdone yourself Rob.”

Robin can’t believe it either. She’s grinning like a maniac behind the counter while Steve yaps at her. But all she can think about is you. Her first date and with the hottest girl in Hawkins - she almost can’t believe it. Is it a date? She’s still going back and forth, she sure hopes it is. She stills, sighing.

Fuck. What kind of snacks do you even like?

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x reader smut #robin stranger things #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you

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ouat 1x01 thoughts

god regina, you dramatic bitch. “I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do” ok darling, you can destroy me if you’d like

henry is so small, his tiny cheeks awww

not to be gay but… emma swan in the pink dress. fuck. i forgot how attracted to her i was. and the HAIR, the fucking princess curls. jesus christ her ARMS.

“bail bonds-person” i love her

yesss bitch, strut across the street like you own it. absolute icon behavior, slamming that asshole’s face into the steering wheel.

babe you’re so sad and pathetic with your vanilla cupcake. i bet she wished for family.

not her apartment door saying ‘cast a spell’

“My name’s Henry, and i’m your son” agevgsvegw STOP

her having a panic attack in the bathroom, so real.

once again, her ARMS, i want her so bad

henry’s cute little freckles, i can’t do this.

idgaf abt snow and charming “She poisoned an apple because she thought I was prettier than her” shut up bitch, you know that’s not why

“Oh kid, you’ve got problems” emma swan, insulting children since 1983

ok but the fact that they chose the name ‘emma’ in a fairytale world, lmao

evil queen theme song playing as they enter storybrooke

emma swan wearing the most dyke outfit possible. getting ready to impress milfs

not that there’s any significance, but emma’s license plate is: 836•M4X

snow and charming are so annoying istg

ewww the blue fairy, i hate that bitch (derogatory)

regina running towards henry and wrapping him up in a hug. her eyes are wet. good lord, her first reaction is concern and worry, not anger.

“I found my real mom” my HEART. her face after he said that, so stricken and hurt, baby…

emma’s little flustered, ‘hi’ when talking to a gorgeous milf. ok babe, we get it, you’re gay.

graham leaving bc of emma and regina’s immediate sexual tension. and regina’s eyes roving over emma.

first ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at exactly 21:00 minutes.

emma swan is so desperate to impress regina. it’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic (affectionate)

“Sneaky bastard” once again, emma swan insulting children since 1983

crashing into the storybrooke sign like the absolute icon she is

the cgi 💀💀

yay!! curse time :)

emma waking up in a jail cell. she just does not give a fuck about this shit.

her lips parting when she she’s regina, ok babe, she’s hot we get it

LIP SCAR

god mary-margaret pisses me off

go regina, knock over mary-margaret’s shit, absolute queen

“She’s kinda a hardass” yes but that turns you on, doesn’t it?

gina’s so hot when she’s evil

putting a newborn through the wardrobe to save themselves, a+ parenting

henry mills, once again, the most mature one in a situation “You don’t have to be hostile. You like me, I can tell. You’re just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty.”

“I wanted you to have your best chance. But it’s not with me. C’mon, let’s go.” go emma! be the mature adult i know you can be

petition to get emma swan a therapist so she can deal with all her issues (trust me, she’s got a lot of them)

“Look, your mom is trying her best. I know it’s hard, and I know sometimes you think she doesn’t love you, but at least she wants you.” emma swan, standing up for regina mills since the moment they met

mmm regina’s voice is so hot.

her unhinged laughter, i love her so much

“Where are we going?” “Somewhere horrible, absolutely horrible” takes them to maine

emma swan is so fucking desperate for regina’s approval. she wished to not be alone on her birthday, baby…

second ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 38:43 (i will be keeping count of all of them :D)

regina fidgeting with her blazer pockets, she’s so anxious

first “He’s my son” at 39:01 minutes

“I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do” babe, it’s kinda gay to have a nemesis, just saying

third ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 39:32

baby… gina is coming apart at the seems

god, not to be gay, but regina’s HANDS at 40:27 agevvegse

emma’s only staying because of regina’s provocations. she wouldn’t have stayed for henry.

gold is so icky.

she’s staying a *only* a week, sure babe, sure.

also side note, i forgot how good the coloring was in ouat. like its very faded, maybe indicative of storybrooke being stuck in the past???

#i will do this for as many eps as i feel like #is anyone going to read this. absolutely not #but i’m having fun #ouat #swan queen #regina mills #ouat rambles #anya rambles #once upon a time #i sound insane i’m (not) sorry

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imminent danger ii, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Don't get Jeon Jungkook started on the technical side of making porn videos. What? It's important to him to bring high quality content! Okay... maybe he just likes acting desperate and slutty. Look, we all win, don't complain! It's the Halloween special, so put those bunny ears on and get to work!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; sex workers!couple: JK and his internet porn writer!gf OnlyFans livestream, costume(?) edition; yes the costumes are the lowest of effort, welcome to porn logic; low-key crack, oop; smut (fem reader, filming of sex, exhibitionist kink, mirror kink, noona kink, praise kink, teeny humiliation kink, pet name (bunbun), spit and lube everywhere, m-receiving anal with glass dildo, handjob, cum-eating, f-receiving oral); non-idol!BTS - sub!JK x noona, dom!reader; Jungkook’s POV

magician wiyllt about to magic a dildo into bunny JK's ass, lmao

People didn’t realize making a porn video was a lot more than turning on the camera and acting desperate and slutty. Well, it was for Jeon Jungkook anyway (although he was very good at acting desperate and slutty, thank you very much). The hidden sex tape vibe did jumpstart the whole idea though. Originally, it was suggested as – okay, fine, fine, he suggested it because he was a horny degenerate and wanted to try it. When you have the hottest, sexiest girlfriend in the world, hell yeah, you wanna film the sex and jack off to it later.

What?

He had needs!

And said needs included masturbating to himself and his girl fucking. Yes, it sounded vain, and it was, but Jungkook was not going to apologize for it. Besides, apparently a lot of other people wanted to watch him acting desperate and slutty while wearing bunny ears.

As in right now.

He was wearing soft, white long ears lined with pink satin on top of his long black hair (high contrast and light reflecting fabrics were important for looking good on camera) as a needy whine built in his chest when cold glass touched his hot tongue (again, light reflective), staring hazily at his smirking girlfriend who leaned down and angled her head so that the camera could catch two glistening pink tongues simultaneously licking the clear glass dildo, drenching it with saliva.

You know.

Because reflecting light was important for creating a dynamic scene.

Just kidding, Jungkook had planned for it to be a horny-inducing shot and he was right because he was getting hard, but also he was getting hard seeing his girlfriend looking sexy as fuck in that tiny black satin vest and skirt combo with thigh high sheer black stockings, matching ruffled garters, and black velvet high heels. Your classic bunny and magician theme for this Halloween season, right? No top hat though. That would be too tacky.

A dildo as a magic wand, eh?

Look, this was porn. Everyone was here to watch him get throat fucked by a glass dildo more than complain about his low-effort bunny costume.

So, anyway, back to the discussion of how Jungkook approached making his own porn videos. It was a collaborative effort. His girl was a (online smut) writer and she had all the good (cough, lewd and obscene) ideas for what to do. He was a video editor (a real day job, not sexy), so he knew he wanted to frame the shots so it would look the best on camera. They had fun experimenting on their own, and she was very supportive as he got more and more into it. He was the kind of person who always wanted to get better at his interests (sex with his girl was his primary interest in life, sorry not sorry). At first, they were only going to keep them for themselves, but, well, it seemed like they already had an audience (read: horde of dirty-minded followers from her sex blog who were very interested in her face, his face, and in paying good money to watch their faces make out and get naked, an activity he was already trying to do on the daily).

So… that escalated quickly.

The video content was mostly focused on him, because, as she said, she had the writing down and he would ace the visual side. Each of them would have their own thing, avoiding any competitiveness between them.

Yup.

Okay, fine, he liked being told what to do, he liked being fucked and filmed, and he liked other people telling him that he was a good slut for his woman, so what, so what if he lived like that?

Was he not allowed to be a-dick-ted to erotica?!

What was wrong with giving into all his pleasures and doing all sins? He was the main character of his life and what was more main character energy than being fucked with bunny ears on cam? (Probably a lot of things.) Well, anyway, he wasn’t going to let anyone tell him he couldn’t do what he wanted.

Well.

Except her.

But she would eventually give in to his big peepers. Jungkook was confident about that.

She was standing behind him, holding his chin and tipping it up. Slowly sliding the glass dildo in and out between his moaning lips, pressing the white ears against her stomach and letting everyone watch him graze his fingertips over his hard cock, spreading his thighs more. He was kneeling in front of the camera, naked chest flexed with tension of trying not to actually masturbate yet.

Little bit of body oil, of course, so the camera could catch the light reflecting off his toned muscles.

“What a good bunbun.”

The way she purred his pet name, fuck, with so much love and care while thrusting into his mouth. He wanted to roll his eyes up into his head but then he wouldn’t be able to look at her face and her face was so fucking pretty, cheeks framed with a gentle swoop of her hair, mischievous eyes sparkling, plush mauve lips forming his name.

“Don’t be shy. Show them how big and hard you are.”

They always planned together, basically storyboarding the major scenes to make sure they were both on the same page. He liked some little surprises (he was a little bit of a masochist), like now, him whimpering as he held up his stiff erection with two fingers on the dark red, swollen head, even reaching over to the bottle of lube and pouring some on his hand to coat his balls, rubbing them all over, remembering everyone was watching, shuddering she leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“Suck.”

Never mind, he was a lot of a masochist as he sucked a glass dick and held up his hard, throbbing cock for everyone to see, covering it with lube so the veins stood out, seeing himself in the mirror behind the camera.

She was the one who checked the monitor to make sure he was in frame, so Jungkook never worried about that. It was better to look at the lens so the audience could feel cozy and included. She pulled the dildo out of his gasping mouth with a slick pop, intentionally smearing his spit against his cheek, gliding her other hand down his shoulder, pointed black cherry nails pricking at his skin, tracing his nipple.

“You know our bunny is missing, chat?”

She poked his cheek with the wet tip and Jungkook shivered, knowing exactly what he was missing but pretending he didn’t, widening his eyes and biting his lower lip, the silver ring on the right side gleaming in the bright studio lights.

“W-What, noona…?”

She scratched up his chest and made him yelp, gripping his shaking chin and pressing her lips to his temple. Loving kiss and dirty words.

“His tail, of course. Ass up to receive your tail, bunbun.”

Jungkook appreciated his girlfriend for many reasons, but one of them was foresight, repositioning the bottle of lube so he had a clear path to turn around, stepping back so he could thoroughly show his embarrassment and awkwardness at positioning himself in such a way, taking the moment to grab the white bunny tail butt plug and a pillow, expertly sliding it under his chest as he bent over, spreading his ass for the camera and looking over his shoulder to check himself out in the mirror. Obviously, he thoroughly cleaned before this so he would have a cute asshole to show.

You gotta do what you gotta do for the sake of art.

Porn.

Same thing.

Fuck, his reflection looked so perfectly obedient and deliciously fuckable if Jungkook was allowed to say so himself.

“Aw, look at him, chat. Handsome and a good listener. Doesn’t he deserve a reward?”

Mirror kink, praise kink, exhibitionist kink, anticipation of anal play, damn, Jungkook knew he was spoiled and he was getting hornier and hornier with that knowledge with every passing second. He wanted to tell her, you’re so good to me, noona, let me be good to you, but then she smacked his ass cheek and he gasped, trembling and seeing his stiff cock swing between his tense legs.

“See this, everyone?” she said conversationally, as if she was talking about the weather and not his bunny tail butt plug. “It’s pretty big, isn’t it? You can’t just put something like this in without some prep.” Actually, he was willing to take the challenge but he kept his mouth shut, letting her build the tension as she knelt down next to his ass, sliding the beige towel behind her with her heel, off-screen, lube bottle in front of her knees. “Thankfully, Jungkookie is a good bunbun and thinks about these things.”

In two seconds, Jungkookie was about to be a bratty bunbun if she didn’t shove something in him soon.

She tossed the butt plug behind her and it fell onto the towel. He quickly smacked it with his hand so it didn’t roll away as he heard the bottle of lube open, seeing her spread it onto the glass dildo in his peripheral vision.

“Isn’t that right, Jungkook?” she cheerfully prompted.

“Wha-ah! O… o-oh, f-fuuuuck…”

Surprise!

His hands immediately gripped the pillow under him as his back arched and his eyelids fluttered, sudden cool hardness massaging the tight ring of muscle, easing in carefully. His body’s initial reaction was to constrict around the smooth glass, warming it, lube adding the slip, centimeter by centimeter sliding in easily, but slowly, fuck, so fucking slow as she calmly pushed the dildo in like this was a common household chore and not his quivering asshole getting invaded for thousands of viewers to witness his whimpering cries and pleas for more, burying his red face into the pillow.

“F-Fuck me, please… please, I’m a good bunbun, aren’t I, noona, please…”

“You’re a very good bunbun. Let me show them how cute your ass looks right now.”

She held onto his ass and spread it more so everyone could see his tight little hole getting properly fucked. Her foot nudged his shoulder and Jungkook realized his face was out of frame so he twisted his body slightly and scooted back into it, now properly seeing his raised ass in the mirror and his head looking back to watch as she began to fuck his ass with the glass dildo they had previously licked all over together.

Oh.

Fuck.

Me.

How many viewers were getting off to him getting fucked and how many were watching in fascination as his head tipped back and the wanton moans tumbled from his throat? Visible pleasure rippling through his body, bucking his hips back so each steady thrust was deeper, more fulfilling, more intense, sensual in the slow speed but carnal in sound, his deep groan, the lewd squelching, his knuckles hitting the floor, fist clenched to hold his body up as the arousal electrified him, skin hot and core throbbing, clenching around the dildo and whining at the unquestionable solidness.

He gasped her name, begging.

“Yes, my love?”

She was fucking his ass on camera and gazing at him through the mirror with a pleased smirk, lightly kissing his trembling hip when their eyes connected. Yes, my love? Holy fuck, he was going to go insane, trying to get his request out, but then she upped the pace, harder, faster, smirk growing as he sputtered, sparks in his blood and pre-cum leaking all over his tense thigh, not as hard anymore but still so desperate, ready to put on his best slutty bunny self so he could show all his fans what a good bunbun he was.

“I w-wanna cum, p-please…”

“Yeah?” She smiled at him, holding out, letting him helplessly whimper at the hesitation. “Hm, alright. Don’t forget to cum in your hand so I can eat it up for you after.”

Yeah, Jungkook had needs.

Need to grip his dripping cock and furiously jack himself off, almost too fast so he would last a little bit longer, the edge of discomfort amplifying the pleasure of the dildo repeatedly hitting him in that just right spot, his chest to the pillow and throwing his head back, crashing sparks of overbearing ecstasy clawing up his torso and down his legs, over and over and so fucking close, moaning, crying out, nerves wrung tight and every muscle hard, his sweaty black hair falling onto his face so only his open mouth was seen, so dirty, so wrong, watch me, thinking, I love it when you watch me, turning his head slightly, silver lip ring visible, biting his lower lip to expose the mole underneath, looking up at her under the mess of his hair.

Her eyes on him.

Pleased, enamored, obsessed, reaching over and correcting his bunny ears so they were nice and perky like his ass. Basking in the gaze of his lover, his lifeline, his one and only, him sliding his left hand under him as she shifted his hair so one of his eyes was visible, her sweet murmur, so sexy, look at you, racing heart, orgasm building, fast strokes, couldn’t hold back anymore, it was too much and it felt too good and everyone was watching, moaning loud, cock jerking and spilling hot strings onto his left palm, tilting his hips so the camera could catch the pool of white cum in his own hand.

Jungkook would lying if he didn’t say he didn’t like sex. But sex wasn’t sex unless he was staring into her eyes, his body shaking from exhaustion, lifting his hand and watching her lean in, pink tongue extending, and then wet heat touching his skin, noisily sucking up his cum, the softness of her lips and the intensity of her gaze getting him hard again. No, sex wasn’t sex unless it was her, describing it, creating it, in it, her stories love letters to him and his videos mere punctuation to the world of words she had created for him.

And everyone else, but Jungkook liked to think it was for him. He was her muse now, after all.

The aftershocks of orgasms shimmering in his veins. Her hand on his chin. Her tongue slid out, and so did his. Touching. Flat to flat, wet to wet, hot breath to hot breath, sensual and tainted, their saliva sliding down, collecting at the tips.

He slid his half-lidded gaze to the camera lens and her eyes followed. Both staring at the audience, spit dripping down their touching tongues.

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow and grinned.

You jelly?

Then he panicked as the glass dildo started sliding out of his ass.

She backed up and shoved the bunny tail butt plug into his mouth.

“Mmphf!”

“Oh, sorry, you’re right. Wrong hole.”

Wrong hole?!

After some indignant whining (him) and some soft pats on the grumpy head (her pats, his head), the butt plug was shoved right where it was meant to be (his ass) after mild cleanup with the towel that was now set aside (plus dildo, to be washed later, of course). She even delicately patted his sweaty forehead with another hand towel, fixed his bunny ears and hair before he was told to kneel again, looking confused and expectant as she adjusted the camera, his hands on his thighs.

“You look hilarious with the tattoos and bunny ears,” she chuckled off-screen.

“Hey!” He puffed his cheeks. “I won’t be nice if you keep being mean.”

She removed her vest.

His eyes went wide.

She removed her panties.

Jungkook’s eyeballs went full big peepers mode on the monitor.

“Stop it with that reaction,” she laughed behind the camera.

“What? This is my genuine reaction seeing your nakey bits!”

She strode into frame, garter, stockings, and heels still on, elegant posture giving her that prefect hip to ass curve with her walk and straightened back. Fuck, he loved the way she held herself.

“Chat, I swear we fuck a lot off cam. I don’t know why Jungkookie is acting like he’s seeing my naked pussy for the first time.”

“This is the first time today.”

She raised her eyebrows.

Damn, what a nice ass in the mirror.

“Wait… second! Second time but, still, that’s not all the time, and you could be naked around me all the time, but you’re not, and that’s mean of you!”

What?!

He had needs!

(Also, it was quite obvious that he was being a brat for the camera because he was grinning like a fool while saying it.)

She smirked, open-mouthed and dangerous.

Oh, shit.

Sometimes there were moments when Jungkook forgot people were watching, forgot he was supposed to be a little bit of a character. Normally he didn’t talk that much during sex – there wasn’t time to fill when the angle was being adjusted or the need to voice how he felt. A lot could be communicated nonverbally, but obviously someone watching would need visual and audio cues to be aware of these shifts in headspace that he could get just by looking into her eyes or feeling the energy in the air. While Jungkook didn’t really know how to act fake or the complete opposite who he actually was, he learned to be more mindful about these particular things during the livestream, slightly more exaggerated sound, action, playfulness, immersing them in the pleasure.

And then there were times when he completely forgot and was simply entranced by the shape of her plush mauve lips and the deviousness in those eyes, hearing her say words but all of it going over his head because those perfect tits were getting closer, juicy hips swinging followed by those powerful legs in stockings and heels, that beautiful pussy getting closer his face. Time slowed down, letting him memorize every curve, every line, the way the light glowed off her skin, wow.

Just.

Wow.

“I’m mean, huh? I don’t think I’m that mean. I’m so merciful that I’m even going to let you cum again while you eat me out.”

Jungkook didn’t really need to know exactly what she was saying. He had already suggested eating her out for the ending scene, and now her thighs where right beside him, so soft-looking and delicious, the scent of sex so intoxicating he simply leaned forward and started kissing her inner thighs, feeling her fingers combing through his hair, toying with the fuzzy ears, a needy moan leaking out of his chest as the tip of her pointed toe nudged his thighs and made him open his legs, forcing him to sit up a little more to get closer, closer to the heat, the sweetness, the slick lips so close he could taste it, her pretty pussy right in front of his face, and he was instantly hard just looking at it, anticipation rattling in his inhale, nothing else mattering, but.

Wanna make you feel good, noona. Wanna taste you.

She gripped a fistful of his long hair and pushed his face into her crotch.

Oh, fuck, yes.

He couldn’t really breathe but breathing was overrated anyway (also suffocation by pussy sounded and smelled amazing). Tongue out, the taste, yes, sweet and heady and dragging him into borderline insanity, who needed good judgement, not him, too busy wrapping his arms around her thighs and sinking his fingers into her soft, malleable ass, kneading it with his tongue buried into her folds, licking all over and pushing her thighs together when she readjusted and angled slightly to the side, no, his tongue finding that sensitive hard nub of electrified nerves, lapping, sucking, I won’t let you get away, ugh, the best taste he’d ever had, ramming her hips into his face, losing air, heat creeping from his head all the way down, down.

He was so hard.

“Jungkook.”

He heard his name but it didn’t really register until she poured the lube down his abdomen and splashed it over his throbbing cock and balls, suddenly soaking the hardwood floor and his inner thighs. He yelped and jerked his head, feeling a rush of heat and then coolness, and then tingling everywhere the lube touched his skin.

“Wha–Mmphf!”

Her wrist planted against the crown of his head, nails digging into his scalp and his head was shoved back into her pussy, her hips now tipped upward, thick viscous sweetness coating his tongue, his eyes rolling back in his head as she stepped onto his left thigh, not hard, just the sole of one shoe pressed into his hard muscle, enough to mean business, and that business was sex, tangling her fingers in his hair and fucking his face, his right hand instantly flying to his neglected cock and closing his fingers around his thick, twitching length, choking on his own cries as he struggled to lick and suck like a very good, very desperate, very slutty bunbun.

She kept the bunny headband very firmly on his head and pushed his forehead back so he could get a better angle, focusing his tongue on her clit as he once again stroked his stiff cock all over, fingertips and length tingling, gasping as he teased the head, rubbing the sensitive skin into his rough palm, looking down to see it. Purple-red and bulbous, the shaft shiny and so fucking hard it almost hurt, closing his fingers around it, o-oh, fuuuck, that felt so fucking good, achingly hot and shivering all over from the intense sensation, his ass clenching around the butt plug, causing it to hit that spot, right there, sparks flaring all over his lower belly, listening to her sigh of gratified satisfaction mix with his needy hum shimmering in his throat.

Everything.

Everything, making him high and lust-drunk.

The lights, the full-body feeling, the mirror displaying his naked body, on his knees and dark tattoos rippling as he jacked himself off, strands of black hair stuck to his sweaty cheeks and forehead in wet curls, his eyes half-lidded and intoxicated by the body fitted around him, long legs and fuck-me stilettos and rolling shoulders graced with luscious hair, her looking back, his devious and naughty noona, the lens capturing every hot, obscene second.

Everyone committing sins together.

Jungkook was going to rewatch this over and over, remembering the taste of pussy on his lips.

He closed his lips around her clit and sucked harder as her legs opened more, revealing more of his face, pushing his hair out of the way, exposing whine seeping from his exhale, his cheeks heating as he looked up at her, and those alluring eyes caught him, purring his name softly, hazy and surreal, breathing heavier, his eyes closing, losing himself in it, her hand in his hair, her pussy grinding into his face, tongue and lips getting sore but pushing through sheer determination, building his own orgasm and tipping closer and closer to the edge, wet, tight, hot, wanton whines snuffed in his chest, shivers racing up and down his spine, her juices dripping down his chin, her moans wispy, climbing, spiraling, look at me, show me those beautiful eyes, his eyes opening, vision glassy, want so bad that he was doing nothing but chasing the high, hard and fast and forceful.

She bit the side of her lower lip and grinned, devilish and divine.

Then she tilted her head back and moaned, breathless and graceful, her body rippling, tits bouncing, and then her hips flinched, spilling into his mouth and onto his chin, liquid sweetness smearing everywhere, sealing away all available air, and Jungkook moaned too, right into her quivering walls and felt his hips jerk and his cock twitch, cum sliding down his hand, hot and thick and spurting, clearly visible over his hand tattoos, drenching his inked knuckles with milky white.

Cum on ink.

Contrast.

That was why he got the hand tattoos.

What? He was dedicated to the visual.

She let go of his head and he drew back, sticking his tongue out. Chin, lips, and silver ring reflecting light from her sticky release. He caught his reflection in the mirror. Sexy, if he could say so himself. Jungkook teasingly winked at the camera lens, cocking an eyebrow.

“Thanks for watching. Stay jealous.”

She tweaked his bunny ears, laughing.

“Dirty bunbun.”

part i jk telling the story of how they met (sort of)

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

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